#because I had an idea in science

[mothclans-decent-clangen]

So I have run into an issue MothClan's save data is gone The entire Clan disappeared And I can't download Clangen, so I can't edit code from a new Clan to remake it

So I might have to make up the rest of the plot. I have up to Moon 26, so I have a good amount of plot, but Clangen likely won't be guiding it after that I also am developing the cats and plot further, so things are still being set up. There will be cover-like pages for each reign of leaders too, so I need to make Cloudstar's And I think I'm gonna have these cats live somewhere in Norway, I hope the previous pages aren't against that-

So uh. Yeah It should be fine up until then, and since I'm still setting stuff up I can probably figure it out by the time I get there

If anyone has any advice that would be nice, but I should be fine for a good while

[zeropro]

could you draw the lambo twins again pretty please?

Sunstreaker's an artist!

Skywarp deserves to wear make up, as a treat✨

[lucabyte]

🐺🐺🐺❓

[thousandyearphantombunker]

[rowandriftwood]

I found this letter penned by my great-great-grandmother printed in an atheist-feminist-leftist magazine.

Dear Higher Science: It seems that man made Jehovah to endorse the capture system of monopoly and rent extortion, then made Jesus to atone for the theft forced upon the starving slaves that Jehovah ordered bred for exploitation by his “chosen"; and then woman, breeder of the slaves, unpaid -- unappreciated -- but “cursed” by Jehovah, will mix poison cups for Higher Science, because it would pull the ragamuffin Gods to pieces and show up the system which depends on fear of them alone for its continuance. Five hundred dollars per minute to pay preachers to preach the nation’s slaves into good natured acceptance of their slavery! Woman stands at the inquisition wheel (worship of personal Gods), and keeps it running without even asking for wages. She grinds out monopoly to crush her boys into prison, her girls into prostitution; then pays the parson for asking idols to “forgive” the crimes the system forces upon them. What a piece of art (-ifice) the Pentateuch is! How skillfully the web for women is woven. Will woman never wake up? Will the cry of the babes in the streets, in the mills, in the madhouses, wake her?  -- Annie Howard Van Horn Hathaway, Montana, September 10, 1906

[frevandrest]

Reading about William Herschel and his sister Caroline, an accomplished astronomer in her own right. All interesting, but I found particularly of note that, apparently, Caroline and William's wife did not get along and Caroline felt horribly sidelined when her brother married. She felt left out and disappointed that she was not the one running his household anymore, and then even moved out (in anger) because she could not stand the situation.

No idea what/if any of this is true, but boy, does this remind me of someone (and how she is talked about).

[cherub014]

sorry he's stupid he doesn't know he can be trans and gay yet. give him 4 more years

[mwydyn]

me, 24 hours before my deadline: what if i defer this module

[sadiecoocoo]

Guys… I have to go back to school… in twelve hours

[elliebell77]

rough germaphobic dust sketch inspired by this post. idk if i cooked here but i did have fun. concept art/ideas under the cut

[unohanabbygirl]

Imagine the chaotic family dinner somehow ends with Lucemond hooking up and Luke gets pregnant, but its a cryptic pregnancy so he shows absolutely no symptoms or signs, flat stomach and all.

He goes into Labor one day during training and everyone including him is just like “tf 😧”

maybe Jace is being hard on him but as soon as his brother falls to the floor in pain he’s the main person freaking out. Yelling at their instructor to get a damn maester.

Luke is crowning when he has no choice but to fess up to his night with Aemond. Crying in Rhaenyra’s arms because he drank the tea and all but somehow this still happened.

Que Luke begging his parents to not take away his son/daughter whose the picture of old Valyria with silver hair and purple eyes. Corlys is at the bedside assuring Luke that he won’t allow anyone be a grandfather to this beautiful child but him.

So they all go with the next best plan.

Tell everyone it was immaculate conception.

The whole realm believes it because how else would you explain this babe popping up out of nowhere one day? The prince was seen publicly by so many people throughout the months, someone would’ve seen the boy sporting a bump.

Even Alicent falls to her knees cause her mind implodes at mere thought that the bastard was blessed by the gods themselves.

Everyone believes it in the end, everyone but Aemond…

[random-non-shower-thoughts]

I got way too high and almost wept from my third eye...

I do not remember 90% of what I monolouged in my head but all I know is I started thinking about infinite universes and it quickly evolved (this was mostly definitely evolution, for I was going somewhere with this, I know I would never truly reach some conclusion) into me thinking about how writing is like this (because of course my mind would act like this on the good stuff) and I am part of the beauty, and the problem (jokingly, we all love retellings and fan fiction).

However the problem is I then began to realize that means there's a world out there with a pregnant Doom Slayer (my beautiful comfort character, may he kill all the demons he meets). My beautiful muscular man without a swollen belly, empty of life.

There's whole worlds out there that I will never get to see and all I can do is write my version and imagine what could be. I can only think about the unconventionally attractive man (I don't understand it, his aesthetics just work for me, I enjoy his design with or without the mask) and how I cannot be the one to help him bring life to a world out there. I am stuck with these visions--like all creative people--that can only be actualized on the page. And all I could do was think about how I am a mere vessel for my creations, an otherworldly being controlling my hands. I must be the one to birth this beautiful idea. My brain a soft womb for the hypothetical children he would have birthed for me as I watched. Why am I unable to change this fate?

And in that moment, my third eye was opened, and all I could do was weep. All three streaming mental tears of joy. The stars were whispering to me about the what if, and I could only cry that they could not listen for my answer....

[hannie-dul-set]

i said i wasn't gonna write the citt inspired sunghoon fic idea crawling around in my brain but i've been getting ideas and now my outline document is at 2k.

[kohakhearts]

when people first meet me and inquire about my studies im generally hit with two different responses, being 1) “wow, that’s an unusual combination”/“you don’t see that often”/etc. and 2) “you must be SO smart!” (or its evil twin, “you must hate yourself ha-ha”), and while the first is obviously a better response than the second, both are kinda…awkward to react to.

like? IS it an unusual combination of interests, or is it actually that most institutions make it exceptionally difficult for people to pursue stem and arts concurrently? and that we don’t often talk about the heavy crossover between stem and the arts because we’re so culturally obsessed with this notion that the world is split into Art People and Science People (also known as English People and Math People)?

and how would my interest in a science make me any smarter than someone in my program who chose to pursue a minor in history instead of physics? also, NO, i don’t hate myself. obviously taking stem classes after spending years believing im “not a math person” has lowered my gpa, but that’s not really something i care about, because at the end of the day i find the subject endlessly fascinating and i enjoy my classes very much, and i get better at math every semester because i have no choice. because it’s just…a method of communication. it’s a language. you practice, you improve - but you have to be consistent and intentional about it. the same way you have to be consistent and intentional about analyzing fictional texts and historical documents.

which is to say that like. you are using the same skills. i tutored a high school student last year who looked at me like i was crazy for saying that close reading a short story is functionally the same as solving an algebra problem. you collect like terms. then you compare and contrast them to make a statement about them - it’s human nature to seek refuge in what is familiar even if it is simultaneously traumatic, or x = 2 and y = -2. you can chart it, you can graph it, you can draw it. listen, isn’t there something so inherently beautiful about the word integral? it’s something intrinsic, baked into a person or a thing - the fundamental values formed within you by tiny, infinitesimal pieces: moments, experiences - they coalesce into something completely different, but still. you can go back. you can find the pieces. define them, pick them apart, put them together again in new ways. expand them, contract them, equate them to something else just to understand them.

half the study of mathematics is called analysis, for god’s sake. what is the study of art if not analysis? is it not the goal of the artist, the writer, to make sense of our place in the world? and is this not what we do in physics, too? look at the world and try to find reason in it? as the poet spends their life trying to make the intangible tangible, the particle physicist attempts to study dark matter. when we form a sentence, we utilize a complex system of equations that are so second-nature to us we don’t even register that’s what we’re doing - but there’s a reason this branch of linguistics is called syntactic calculus.

like…believe me. if you told my teenage self i’d be taking calculus-based courses in university, i wouldn’t have believed it. i teach high school students now who tell me they know they aren’t good at english, but it doesn’t matter to them because they do so well in math. and i get it. i do. but it’s disappointing, too, because i think my knowledge of math has made me a better reader and writer. and it feels like most people are missing out on that connection, because they feel like it’s impossible to make. but any experimentalist can tell you there’s an art to the scientific process. any musician or poet can tell you that great art is dictated by numbers - rhythm, rhyme and metre, all of it. the only group of people as interested in conceptual symmetry as physicists are artists.

anyway, all i’m saying is like - one is not more essential than the other, these things are inextricably linked, these things are as fundamental to human existence as breathing. there’s a reason why astronomers defer to shakespeare to name newly discovered bodies in space, you know? we've all gotta learn to love the math in our art and the artistry behind math.

[us-the-voices-and-more-voices-2]

me: why don’t I remember some things

also me: OH YEAH L TAKES OVER FOR LIKE 87% of EVERYTHING

[vogelmeister]

I was always under the impression that you are Dutch.... Succesful dutchification

ah huh! i have fooled another one (jk jk).

i am not, i am very much still a humble australian, last time i checked. and unless this ancestry dna test on my desk proves anything otherwise, i remain very much Not Dutch.