#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

[enidtendo64]

TW: Heavily implied Child Abuse

Stowaway AU where Pacifica becomes a stowaway on the Stan-O-War 2 after trying to run away from home to California. Things don’t exactly work out as planned, but at least she’s got a “Summer Internship” away from her parents now!

[zeropro]

could you draw the lambo twins again pretty please?

Sunstreaker's an artist!

Skywarp deserves to wear make up, as a treat✨

[the-balloon-shed]

look, people can have whatever headcanons they want (this whole blog is devoted to my own brainrot over icemav because I needed an outlet, I love all the different stuff out there and wanted to contribute) but I do have a hard time picturing Ice being the world's most upstanding student with his pencils sharpened and teacher's pet vibe that I sometimes see attributed to him. I get that he's ice cold, no mistakes, but that has to do wit his flying. I think when it comes to flying, yeah, he fucking knows everything about that plane, about how it flies, about what he needs to do. He's devoted to the act of flying, of being a naval aviator, of being the best pilot there is.

On the ground though? Yeah, he'll do everything textbook -- so long as it keeps him flying. But a guy who is willing to cause a class laughter by coughing "bullshit" into his fist as another student explains his process to their instructor is not a guy who is concerned with being a teacher's pet. I've seen it around here, so I'm not the first to note this, but honestly Ice looks bored in the classes. Hell he spends half his class staring at Maverick. The difference between Ice and Maverick is that Ice does care enough to know the rules and can be compliant when it suits his goals. Maverick will blatantly disregard rules he doesn't agree with and doesn't know when to keep a lid on his own perspective.

(Side note - People who climb the military ladder, I imagine as I do not personally know, don't do so merely by keeping their head down -- Ice has to take risks and challenges that get him noticed, which sometimes means pissing off people, with which how often he's a brat to Maverick he is clearly capable of doing. I think the difference between Ice and Maverick is that Ice knows how to play the game and knows when is the right time to piss off people and knows how to do it within the regulations and best tactics. Maverick -- Maverick can't keep an opinion to himself, and does things he feels are the right thing to do, regardless of the consequences. )

Also going based off of other knowledge I've seen on tumblr explaining what the Academy is which Ice apparently went to, it's (allegedly) a pretty prestigious school that's hard to get into. Which makes me think, personally, that Ice had exceptional grades for a long time, and probably even did advanced physics and aerodynamics already. These classes might be even easy for him, or at least nothing new. He pays attention as much as he needs to, but for the most part, he's already got it. (I personally like to headcanon that he would regularly get best scores on exams while at the Academy, or maybe even had a friendly competition with Cougar as to who would be the best academically, and maybe even helped tutor other students -- which would be a decent precursor to him being a teacher at TOPGUN)

Which I think is why Ice finds Maverick so compelling. Maverick gets all this, seems to be a damn good visualizer, and he didn't go to the academy. Ice worked his ass off, but Maverick had to overcome genuine barriers due to his family history, and did so while doing absolutely off the wall shit that Ice would have never even considered. The thing that draws Ice to Maverick? Maverick is the farthest thing from boring. Even if he is lying about flying upside down -- which despite Ice saying "bullshit" I think at least part of that is just reactive disbelief because holy shit, what if he actually did? -- it's still entertaining. Breaks up from the monotony. Catches his attention.

And then when he watches Maverick fly and realizes, jesus christ, he probably did fly his plane upside down. He flew his plane upside down and taunted the shit out of the enemy. And because this is the 80s, and toxic masculinity, instead Ice channels that feeling of kind of awe into antagonism because how else is he going to do it. So he asks Maverick, "who was covering Cougar while you were showboating?"

And the thing is that Maverick takes it in stride. He listens pretty politely. honestly, I think he notices the fact that Ice -- Goose's proclaimed "best" -- is paying attention to him. Even if it is by being an asshole, it doesn't stop the fact that Ice doesn't do that to anyone else. He keeps to his lane. They're teammates, they're all on the same side, but other than Slider it doesn't seem like Ice takes much of a personal interest in anyone. But he does in Maverick.

It's the fascination that makes the Icemav for me. The intrigue. Maverick asking Goose who he thinks is the best, and Goose points out Iceman, and Iceman backs it up because he flies textbook perfectly. Iceman having heard about Maverick, acknowledging that Mav and Goose were notorious, and discovering why and being compelled by it. The rivalry between the two that comes from really, being two sides of the same coin. They both want to fly, badly. They both want to be the best. They both have very different understandings and beliefs of how one becomes that, and even what the best means. They both recognize that the other is a threat to their own goal. And once the competition is over -- well. Damn. Who else do they want on their wing than this person who has earned their respect, impressed them, who they've come to understand, and with whom went through so much together?

(And if there's a hell of a lot of sexual tension and confusing romantic feelings along the way, well -- that's just even more fun)

[insirisarts]

oh it’ll be easy! it’s just a short vignette collection! I can make them fast! It’ll be at most 3000 words for the first set!

(There’s still a lot I need to finish, I just have the main stuff)

Kill me /j

[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).

[cosmicsociology]

If I learn enough about the Many-Worlds Interpretation and also add a touch of the idea of "sensitivity to initial conditions" from chaos theory, I can make an excuse to make my self-indulgent stuff of Blue Space like "what if they were in a rock band" into a series or integrate them into that eventual hypothetical series about a Blue Space Archives as bonus chapters as speculation

[cherub014]

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

[hylianengineer]

Thinking about how autism is sometimes thought (not supported by any scientific research to my knowledge) to be worsened by gluten consumption, and how I am both autistic and gluten-intolerant and my gluten symptoms could be perceived as worsening of autistic symptoms. Except no one knew I was autistic when those symptoms first became apparent.

I don't think my gluten intolerance is caused by autism, I think it's more likely that not feeling good in any way makes it harder to deal with things like being overwhelmed, which autistic people struggle with, and makes it harder to mask because being sick takes up energy. Therefore illness may result in reduced ability to manage symptoms and be perceived as worsening of autistic symptoms.

My gluten-intolerance symptoms are almost exclusively psychological and tend towards mood swings and insurmountable overwhelmedness by everyday tasks, including increased adherence to/noticeableness of the weird rules my brain makes up that don't exist to anyone else.

I used to cry for hours because I couldn't figure out how to do my homework the "right" way, except the right way was dictated not only by the explicit instructions but also some nonsense my brain invented and even I can't really explain. This was especially noticeable in creative subjects like English, which makes sense because open-ended and ambiguous questions freak me out. I get convinced there are Secret Rules to the questions just like there are Secret Rules to social interaction and human society in general. If I can't find obvious rules like the ones in math problems, I get paranoid trying to figure out where the extra Secret Rules are, because surely it's not that simple. Things are never that simple, right? (Spoiler alert: they are and to this day I still have to remind myself of that.)

My brain always has weird made-up rules in it, it's just that when I feel extra overwhelmed for any reason (eating gluten is an express ticket to overwhelm), it gets harder to deal with them - either to work within their limits (requires brain to function, which is Bad when I feel Yuck) or to remember they're stupid and I need to ignore them.

I'm sure there are other ways this manifests but that's the core part I remember from the period of my life when I was regularly having gluten intolerance symptoms: I just cried for hours over stuff that would normally be very doable, because my brain decided to be an extra-horrible pain in the ass.

It makes me wonder if all those people who think their kids have autism-related reactions to gluten are in fact just like me in that they have autism and gluten intolerance, separately, but gluten makes everything worse including the ability to deal with autism symptoms, hence the perceived improvement in symptoms when they stop eating gluten. Because when you feel like shit, coping with shit is hard, and if coping with shit is already hard for you, that's gonna be pretty miserable. Psychological symptoms are also a recognized, if lesser known, symptom of both celiac disease and non-celiac gluten-intolerance (I don't know and will likely never know which of those I have). It's not just digestive system issues, even though those are the ones you hear about the most.

[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

[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....