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[pigswithwings]

[ID: A screenshot of a tweet from "earl the dead cat" - username being cut off but reading "@RockIsland...". The tweet reads "ok but also how did Playboy in the 80s manage to make a trans joke that wasn't offensive????????". Attached is an image, which reads as follows:

"After years of regular meetings at a local bar, one of a trio of friends stunned his companions by announcing that he was really a woman trapped in a man's body and had finally decided to have a sex-change operation.

Months later, she reappeared at the old haunt and greeted her friends. Both men congratulated her on her appearance and began questioning her about the most painful aspect of the grueling operation.

'Lopping off your dick must have been the worst part,' one said, wincing.

'Ummm,' she pondered. 'No, not really.'

'Cutting off your balls, then,' decided the other.

'No,' she said. 'That was bad, but not the worst.'

'What was worse than that?'

'Getting my salary cut in half.'"

End ID.]

[indilaras]

My emotional support girlfailure <3 I hope we see her again someday....

ID: Idiya from Genshin Impact drawn in various poses and expressions. At the bottom-right is a close up of her grinning face, the only drawing in full color. Behind her is a 'banner' with her name on it, and above that are smaller Idiya drawings in blue. She has her hands on her head with her tongue out; she is waving at the viewer with a smile; she is freaking out and screaming, in tears; she is looking bored and saying, "Uh. Are you all done talking now?"; she has her back to the viewer, holding one arm; and she is in her Oceanid form, facing sideways. End ID.

[wormthing]

Attacks 18 & 19!

Coud-E for Billy_Ayazzz, and Delia for @tubecheese !

[chill-vibes-but-rainbow-panic]

(Here's the blank template. Though I did change 'friends' to 'mutuals', just 'cause it's the term I'm most comfortable using atm; it doesn't have anything to do with you guys, specifically :) )

A gift for my mutuals! Though I'm not sure I have a specific 'style' yet, so everyone got Mii-ified

Ren belongs to @labratgurlz

Lumi belongs to @you4-l0cal-1d10t-ar1

Nova belongs to @idiot-mage-cloudie

[cherryblossomshadow]

@levymcgarden55

That first one is wild geese by Mary Oliver. The whole poem is definitely worth a read.

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University of New Mexico | Reddit

You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting— over and over announcing your place in the family of things.

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Apparently, "the best way out is always through," is from Robert Frost's poem, "A Servant to Servants."

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Image descriptions below the cut:

[Image 1 ID: Excerpt from the poem, "wild geese" by Mary Oliver:

You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.

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[Image 2 ID: Picture of barefeet barely submerged in a puddle/lakeshore with flowers floating on the water. Text reads:

The Best Way OuT iS Always Through iT No Matter How Hard iT is

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[Image 3 ID: A comment left by robin that reads:

it gets better, i think. maybe just for a day. maybe just for a song. but there's something there to hold on to.

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[Image 4 ID: Picture of worn brown shoes. Text reads:

fuck nihilism all my homies confront the meaninglessness of life as an opportunity for something wonderful and believe in the beauty of creating meaning yourself through relationships and sticking your hands in the dirt

/end ID]

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[Image 5 ID and source: Screenshot of tumblr post by @noonwalkdiary reading:

i was so fucking sad when i was 14 and now when i fold my laundry or see a pool of moonlight on the floor of my bedroom i know that miracles exist. i see love in everything. love sees everything in me too

/end ID]

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[Image 6 ID: Screenshot of a WhatsApp message. Someone texted the user a sunset photo of a coast. Beneath, text reads:

Did u get my vibes man? im thinking we are all going to be okay

/end ID]

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[Image 7 ID and source: Screenshot of a tumblr post from @wuntrum reading:

pioneering something called "gritted teeth optimism" where everything is gonna turn out okay even if i have to bite and claw and gnash my way through it

/end ID]

Did u get my vibes man?

[figutii]

oh god. i have the idea of the decade fr.

fem!catwoman accomplice x civilian!jason todd

introduction: the boy is mine

bruce wayne's parents get to the black limbo without any accidents. no man with a pistol shoots at martha. thomas wayne never has to step in front of his wife. bruce doesn't have to relive a traumatic event for the rest of his life.

when bruce wayne does political posturing by visiting the yearly circus event near the city border, he doesn't know why it is a 7-year-old that has him on a chokehold. he grants the kid a scholarship, by that establishing a strong bond with the athlete. maybe it was the familarity when he saw the family trio successfully cloud swinging.

it doesn't end there. playboy bruce seems to be a magnet. after half a decade, his sports car gets disassembled on an open street at daylight. he had a meeting nearby. he doesn't file charges but instead sees potential in the neglected, young kid.

"uh, he's just another prick of high-class nepo babies," selina remarks with irony, stretching the thin black fabric of her knee socks over her leg. you know that she likes to play with men as if they are toys in the shape of mice, but still, you almost caught yourself believing that she was serious this time.

"just phone me when it's over and don't forget - if you wrap him around your finger…" her manicured fingernail glides across her matte lips, "then you'll do mami a favour, got it?"

here you are. the unnecessarily long taxi drive has led you to an antique manshion far away from the city center. it makes you raise an eyebrow at how selina has managed to play tom and jerry with the playboy bruce wayne. aren't there enough overpriviliged males in their 40s who don't reside near an isolated forest?

"ms reader? welcome to the wayne mansion, master todd is awaiting you inside," a bald-headed slim butler smiles at you, holding the door open to an entrance that has to be bigger than your kitchen, bathroom and bedroom together.

a neverending maze of long halls follows. portraits that scream auctions with a sum of money you don't want to imagine, a deer head not escaping from the corner of your eye.

"master todd, ms reader is here." so a simple knock on the door isn't how it functions here. the tiles beneath reflect your facial expression and remind you that you most likely wouldn't find your way out of this villa.

"thanks alfred."

when you look up, you almost forget to blink. the image before you reminds you of the several posts you've seen online - where girls decribe the boys they've encountered on their vacation. how they had one second of mutually intense eye contact before walking the other way and never seeing them again. that type of beauty.

black glasses, a shameful realization of a pair of fit arms and tall height. piercing blue eyes that immediately remind you of the copyrighted wayne images selina had shown you with popcorn on your laps.

"thank you mr alfred," you smile, the said man giving you a simple nod before dissapearing down the hall. you get a short fit of phobia when the entirely empty space re-appears.

"you can take a seat wherever you want," he closes the door behind him. the size of the room makes you jealous of your own shitty environment near the east end of the city. selina does have reasons after all. and you are sure that this isn't even his bedroom but an extension by just looking at the other door.

the table is clean and bigger than the second-hand table in your kitchen. chairs that don't scratch against moldy and bloated wooden plates. several posters hang above the pc setup. must be nice to live in abundance.

you don't notice that you've been all by yourself, internally. "which learning material do you want to begin with?" he asks as you eventually stop to slack off. the window grants you view to the trees, a fresh aroma spreading into the room. "i don't really mind… i have difficulties with this part," and with that, the depressing pile of unnecessary notes gets more comprehensible. for the first time in years you understand power point presentations that are devoid of words.

"makes more sense now, thank you."

after hours of learning and taking tips from the raven-haired, you quickly get a new image of the boy. you weren't that worried with how the adoptive son of the bruce wayne would turn out - like you already knew what spoiled brat you had to deal with. however, when he reveals himself as a kind and respectful young man, you feel embarassed at your false predictions.

"so, this is your special field?" your pen points at the bright blue banner of a motorcycle. arrows around it lead to boxes of text, probably describing the technical elemets of the vessel. the name of the vehicle is only quoted in kanji. you wouldn't be able to afford it anyway.

"yes, engineering," there is a slight shrug in his shoulders, him sounding nonchalant. "you don't like it?" you try to follow up with an interesting-sounding question, or at least you try to sound talkative.

"i wanted to sign up for an english literature course but my mother argues it wouldn't be worth the scholarship," he pushes his glasses back, looking at the table while doing so. you think longer after hearing his response.

"i get you. trying to make your parent proud, right?" you don't get too much of a reaction other than a nod. "you could still attend some extra curricula activities." it shouldn't be this complicated for him, no?

he meets your gaze, "i'm over it to be honest. the bookshelves are more than enough." the end of his sentence sounds like an assurance for you, but your are fine with that. you can't change much about it - well, nothing. you have to deal with loud neighbours and noisy people who can't live without permanent provocations.

"how 'bout you?"

you dramatically roll your eyes, which makes him smile. "i'm doing it for the money obviously," you joke. jason peter, as you later find out, reflects the same sarcastic sentiment with a knowing look. "just joking, it just happened to be this" you liar. "i hate every minute there, but hey!"

to have a longer conversation with him shouldn't shock you. he is open and genuine. too bad that you won't get to see him after this. as much as you like to be delusional and supportive of miss kyle, you know that he is a busy student with a schedule that's way worse than what you already have to deal with. ugh, the thought alone triggers you.

but before you say your goodbyes, you want to get some information out of him. not because selina has asked you to do so but due to gossip articles. "so, how is it living away from the city?"

he doesn't seem to be taken back, but more as in i'm used to it. he purses his lips, looking up to the ceiling, "as a child it felt very… hm, peculiar. now i've grown to love living here with alfred and bruce." you don't know why you are happy for him when he lives on more than quadruple the size of hectars. but then, alfred, him and even the playboy - they seem like good guys.

he also shares that he visits his mother on the weekends. that's the last talking point before you go.

"oh, reader! mind if i give you my number?" he exclaims when you descend the steps with alfred.

you can't help the grin. "my pleasure."

when the first drop of rain falls on your leather sleeves you are immediately rewarded with the peaceful scent of petrichor. as much as gotham is and will always be a hellhole, you can't get rid of its nostalgic values.

the billboard behind you is torn down, the face of a woman with a ring in her hand half-watching you stand on the rooftop across the lit apartments. the streets below you don't pose a danger, or at least not yet. you jump from balconies to muddy roof gardens until you reach the neighbouring districts.

the absence of too much police siren and screaming doesn't hold you back from looking out for women, children and other civilians. you relax with the regular rythm of water droplets until you have to scare away a drunk guy from a group of teenagers.

out of nowhere you hear bickering. you don't mind it much but pull up when it gets too loud.

"whaaat? scared, young boy?" three man with caps. "yeah, jus' give us the money 'n you go." another voice chimes in, "why else is a moneybag here, huh?" your observing shouldn't take longer than needed, but when you somehow recognize the pair of red jordans and strands of black hair above glasses, you freeze for a second.

"'m getting pissed now rich fucker! show me the money!"

you transport yourself to the other side, where the boy is standing against the wall. here you have a perfect view from the dripping roof.

"nah, we gotta get him," and when the low-lives stand a meter away, you don't expect jason to throw a punch at the man in the middle.

"the fuck are you doin' you son of a-" the bottom of your heels press against solid surface and you hear an immediate "what the fuck?!" you are a little bit out of balance until you see another mugger getting closer.

you target his knees and hit him on the side of his skull. your throat gets engulfed by wet clothing. another one is trying to choke you from behind but you are prepared and drill your fingers into his face with a kick into his groin. he cries out in pain as he folds into half.

when someone yells, you almost forget the last one. he holds a piece of what looks like a broken drawers in his hands. you are met with resistance as you nudge against him and are able to snatch it away after many attemps. then you smash it against his side.

what you don't expect is jason throwing punches at the macho in a yellow sweater. he does a good job but you take a hard swing with your leg brace and succed at bringing him down.

from the corner of your eyes you catch one of them trying to get up, but you signal jason to run. after turning into an alleyway, it's unbelievable that you still hear hawling. "get that bitch!" you don't say anything, holding tightly around his waist and having your grapple gun ready.

you are too consumed with the fear of falling when you wiggle sideways - opossed to vertically flying - that you almost blend out the stuck breath in his throat. the cityscape at night was mesmerizing to marvel, neon signs of cafés, motels and bars greeting you. different patches in blues, reds, yellows and whites coating bland skyscrapers in vivid colours. the most tireless character has to be the pearly moon above gotham.

your foot land on stable ground, plummeting onto all four. the boy next to you exhales, facing the night sky. you feel guilty for snatching him away like he is a puppet. he's definetely weighing way more than a doll, the close crash against a water pipe being proof. you really needed to get rid of those losers.

"hey-" you stop. no matter if you apologize, this isn't personal. you also fear of exposing yourself, jason todd is not stupid. anyone would put two and two together when they hear your voice. don't forget to lower your tone, or else cut if off completely.

he looks up. you catch yourself melting at the cute cat-like face he makes. cheeks red and glasses crooked. you stand up, beckoning him to do the same, the hook in your hand prepared for another wobbly flight. by the expression he makes - you know he'd rather jump off then risk another possible hit against concrete but the 9th floor isn't save for that.

without another word you have him against you, this time even managing to get smoothly between apartment blocks, spas and shouting men behind their windows. you are too focused to cherish the way he has his big arms around your shoulders. oh, and he is very warm and confortable. his head does move up once or twice, possibly goggling at the billboards.

you even take a detour to stay a little longer in the air, his longer legs entangling with yours. if you get home you immediately have to research how much this device can hold, just for the safety of your future missions.

his hair tickles your cheek when you drop him at a bus stop. the wealthier part shouldn't be as threatening as the east side. you quickly get on the roof of a bakery and crouch down. your index finger wiggles as you get his attention, voice distorting like you have a sore throat, "careful next time." you only see his curious blue eyes before you dissapear under the luna.

the digits on your screen scream anxiety, your thumb twitching. selina told you to just call him although you made it clear that it wasn't easy. there was no chance that the accomplice of catwoman would befriend a millionair's son. for her it's not a moral dilemma, and that's okay. it is just unrealistic for you, personally. a little crush would never last. on top of that, you don't have any right to expect anything. this isn't about you.

"gotham today, my name is valerie vale and we are in front of the crime scene at marco's jeweler. recent cases of high-end brands closing down their shops-" you yank off the cable. your belly aches, repeatingly inhaling for air.

you

hey, hope you're doing fine

how's your week?

the dark blue outlook does minimal work at easing your mind. instead, you take a seat and listen to the sink in the kitchen. you are restless - you can't figure out why. after all, he's free from injuries. maybe you were too harsh on him?

selina wasn't fazed by the incident. "great job sweetie," is what she sung as she danced through the front door. well, it can't be changed. he's well and that should be enough. visiting his parent's home at the end of the week is inevitable. bruce should give him a team of bodyguards if that's what's needed.

it's in the afternoon, sun dipping through the curtains. after some late-night errands you aren't motivated to do anything. your brain collects all your to-do's like a vacuum and you scoff. the brightness of your phone leads you to another fit of rage.

a message.

jason todd

good morning reader, my weekend has been rather out of the ordinary. it's a long story and i don't intend to bore you. how was your day?

you

i wouldn't mind jason

tell me

you face the walnut door weeks after the short exchange. bruce and selina have hit it off, the latter wanting you to accept another invitation. this time you have let the depressing bag of academic work behind and instead brought some books along with you.

"ah, i'm sure that master todd will be delighted by the present," alfred accompanies you up the stairs. "i'm quite devestated by the state of the heating stove so if you'll excuse me miss reader, i have a long way to go." you immediately reassure him that you can go find his room and part ways.

"jason?" you ask after there has been no reaction. five minutes are gone and you aren't keen on waiting another one. his room is empty but by the sounds behind the other door you allow yourself to sit down. it's not lady-like to barge into someone else's private zone but you aren't going to wait while stuffed bats are drilling holes into the back of your head.

you carefully place the paper bag on the free tabletop and examine. a few movie posters, stacks of literature and portraits of family. the room is halfway illuminated by the long monitor. must have cost three months of rent, you twist your mouth. the look is washed off your face when you stare into the white screen.

"catwoman and accomplice at it again! who is the unknown criminal next to the ex-arkham asylum detainee?"

your heart drills against your rib cage, legs stiff as the sickening font of black letters laughs at you. the door is still closed. you count down. then you do another round and the door doesn't open. that's when you step forward and bend closer.

"17th of this month has witnessed another victim of craftman's businesses throughout gotham city. it's none other then thief and arkham asylum escapee catwoman. after years, the police struggle to identify her real name and location. what we know from past documents are her ambitions: robbing and sabotaging the craftmanship of the working class," you crunch your face at the media fabrication, "a young policeman by the name of jim gordon tells gotham times that catwoman doesn't work alone but rather closely with another criminal-"

"reader."

· .’★: many don't know how muchhh reblogs help and motivate us writers. pls consider doing so and comment ur thoughts. likes alone don't change much. part 2 follows if there is enough support.

[permanently-sprained-ankle]

Ways to describe pain

Because when someone asks “what kind of pain”, sometimes idk how to answer.

Dull vs sharp or stabbing

Shooting, “like electricity”

Hot, burning, searing

Cold, frozen

Pins and needles

Vibrating

Pulsing

Sore

Bruised (you can use this even if you’re not actually bruised!)

Shallow vs deep

Persistent vs wavering (“comes in waves”)

Itchy or scratchy

Stinging

Examples:

A paper cut could be described as sharp and shallow

A bug bite could be decribed at hot, persistent, and potentially stinging

A sprained ankle might be described as dull, bruised, deep, and pulsing

[Image ID: White text in a Galaxy background reads If you: Derail my posts; are an “aspie”; run a sh/ed blog; are under 16; are a TERF; think cripplepunk is for mental disabilities; think that autism isn’t a disorder; are pro-transabled, trace, transage, etc; are pro-map or pro-zoo; are a transmed; want to completely demedicalize autism, I will probably block or mock you. End ID]

[sastielsmanuscript-draft]

Sastiel Take:

-(more like sam take but i’ll include cas too) Sam is more Pink Pony Club coded 😭 not dean. actually-scratch that, the rise n fall of a midwest princess is literally Sam. After Midnight being a late night drunk bisexual realization? yes. Super Graphic Ultra Modern Girl being him on multiple dates and realizing he wants to have fun? Yes. Casual being unrequited sastiel? YES. Picture You being Sam pining for Cas, wanting his divine gaze-the same one Cas gives to Dean-on him, even for a split second. YES! I could name a lot more perspectives about each song, not only being sad unrequitedness. Red Wine Supernove being a full on confession to Cas is my favorite daydream. But in all, I feel like both Sam and Cas relate to Pink Pony Club. The feeling of not fitting in your family’s image of you and not fitting into certain norms of the society is a quality they both share. To feel indifferent in a place where everybody is the same. But you want to feel like star! To show everybody what you’re made of and not just being evil reincarnated or an angel that needs to follow orders.

-The whole album is sastiel coded with too many coincidental ties that is somewhat canon and not at all. Like how both are essentially the black sheep of the “family.” Were created to fit in a mold made by their “fathers.”

-This is just to say, I agree with yall under my “Sam listening to Chappel Roan” post 😭. Dean has so many songs that describe him, but I don’t see much for Sam (or Cas). That might be me. Though Roan’s fun but somber album is a great mixture of wanting freedom and releasing inner emotions! Perfect way to also decribe Sam!

[legalarson]

[Image ID: a simple, cartoon-like drawing of a very unsexualized canine furry. It wears a sweater and shirt with a popped collar and rolled sleeves, and also a pair of loose-fitting pants. It holds a beverage and stands next to a trashcan. End ID]

Youtubers will see some super tame sfw furry art and be like, “OH GOD WHY AAHHH MY EYES!!! WHAT IS THIS??!? WHY WOULD YOU SHOW ME THIS?!?” And the art will look like this:

[chevvy-yates]

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⚠️ READ: Please do not repost/reupload any of my art here or to any other platform, or I will be forced to do anything to get it annihilated. Rogue cyberspace jacket by @pinkyjulien. The Witch pose pack by @busyvampire.

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For a long long while I've wanted to shoot pics of how I see Vijay as a netrunner in cyberspace or how I imagine a Cyberpunk 2077 cyberspace interface in his style could look.

More under the cut. Beware you may read how my head breaks into pieces as I try hard to understand Cyberpunk's netrunning world lore. I copy pasted some texts from lore books about netrunning because I lack in explainging by myself — so if you're interested, there you go:

First I thought about making the background black, like how it's in the game when you stand in front of the blackwall or talk to Alt. But somehow that isn't it for me.

I've read a while ago netrunners can program their cyberdecks I-G interfaces with a so called 'CREATOR' program that makes netspace like the netrunner wants or has to imagine it.

"There are two other programs on a cyberdeck. One is the Operating System: a program that listens to the instructions the Netrunner thinks to it and obeys his commends. The other is the CREATOR virtual reality system, which is really a complex drawing program that tells the I-G that “when you get this signal from the Net, show the guy this image instead of the one he normally would see.” Our small and stupid computer also has a capacious memory; it can store and run various programs (as directed by its owner), and it also has a huge library of images that both CREATOR and the I-G interface draw upon to interpret what the Netrunner sees while in Netspace. […] By activating the Creator drawing program hardwired into his cyberdeck, the runner is basically modifying the deck‘s basic I-G interface program. First, a background is selected from a huge database of backgrounds, then modified by using simple controls to adjust color, shading and texture. Then the 3-D objects are selected from another database of objects scanned from real life, then stored in a compressed, high-resolution form. The objects can be decompressed and “assembled” into virtual reality on four different levels of resolution. When a runner saves a program, he is saving all the instructions for redrawing the virtual reality he’s created. Anyone entering the Virtual (either where it is stored on the runner’s cyberdeck or in another system) automatically activates the picture and causes the cyberdeck or computer to reconstruct it."

— Rache Bartmoss' Guide to the Net – The Cyberpunk Sourcebook for the Global Computer Net

I'm honest, I'm having a hard time to understand the netrunning world as decribed in the lorebooks. Somehow it always ends same for me like when I watch documentations about the universe expansion, dark matter and supermassive black holes for too long: my head hurts, I have too many questions and I think I'm the dumbest being on the planet. lol

But this gave me basically the idea to make it look like it looks now in the pics, so I imagined maybe Vijay programs it so that it looks like how he wants it. But if he enters other parts of cyberspace he may not have an influence on it as it changes into a different interface if I understood it right.

Anyways, I took a behind the scenes shot this time if you are interested how my 'set' looked. It was very experimental. Who needs a photostudio? x)

By the Way:

The glowing balls visibly in his hands or next to him stand for an anti-system program named 'Cascade II' Vijay uses. Lorebook says this:

"Cascade is not a daemon, bearing more in common with Virazz and Viral 15. lt can only be used against a system CPU. When used, it overwrites system code, causing the CPU to switch programs at random. Every turn there's a 2 in 10 chance that whatever program the runner has encountered will change to something else at random-files might switch to ICE, ICE to system controllers, etc. Anything is possible! lf used against a cyberdeck, the deck chooses a new program at random to run each turn. Cascade can only be stopped by preventing it from reaching the CPU, or by dumping the system code and reloading it ICON: A floating ball of energy."

— Rache Bartmoss' Brainware Blowout – The Hardware and Software Compendium for Cyberpunk

Most of the netrunning stuff will stay a mysterium forever for me and I get why netrunning in the game is made that simple as it is. You simply cannot transfer this massive cyberspace stuff into a videogame. I imagine that e.g. Night City would have to be entirely rebuilt as cyberspace with changing interface virtual realities – everything needs an icon, has code gates, data walls, all kinds of watch dog programs and so on. There's like terrabites of programs runners use. From what I undestood is the quickhacks used in the game do invade other runner's and machine's MicroNets and we basically see it only happen in the real world because we do not see a runners cyberspace window. They are described like this:

"While The Net is a global community exploring everything fit for man and beast, a microNet is a pinched-off part of cyberspace all to itself with very small scope and very defined purpose. MicroNets are in things like: your own cyberwear, your smartgun, that AV-4 you were chased by last night or the hot little red Audi convertible of that girl you’ve been trying to find an excuse to get to know."

— Rache Bartmoss' Brainware Blowout – The Hardware and Software Compendium for Cyberpunk

MicroNets can be accessed through connection from outside (like these kind of data points or when you got real world access to it so you can simply jack in as we know in the game) or 'microNetrun' via a runner's c-deck. And I think ingame quickhacks such as "Synapse Burnout" as we gamers know them are in reality more Anti-Personnel programs called "Brainwipe" "Zombie" or "Lich". Last two are the evolution of Brainwipe what is describet like this:

Brainwipe is the simplest of a series of black programs, all of which are designed to attack the Netrunner instead of his programs. All black programs can be carried by an intruding Netrunner and used to attack other 'runners encountered in the Net. Brainwipe tracks the victim down, fries his forebrain with a jolt of current, and reduces him to a drooling vegetable <1D6 each turn to INTI. The screaming Netrunner feels his mind melt away, until his INT is reduced to O and he dies. Lost I NT cannot be regained.

This surely is a program Jaysen will definitely make use of. Vijay could but doesn't since he doesn't want to kill people anymore (he used it in his early runner days with a drugged mind as well).

Okay, okay I need to stop or it gets worse.

[soleilevant]

Help submit video evidence of genocide in Gaza

(Image: Liberation Requires Resistance by Jessica Duling)

Here's how you can help stopping genocide in Palestine: submit video evidence of genocide in Gaza.

Download video of Israel's crimes from Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, etc. It's easier to download through https://israel-massacres.com/

Submit the video on https://otplink.icc-cpi.int/submission

Decribe what happened in the video and write this article for the Factual Summary part:

Rome Statute of the International Criminal Court, 17 July 1998

Article 6 - Genocide Genocide

For the purpose of this Statute, "genocide" means any of the following acts committed with intent to destroy, in whole or in part, a national, ethnical, racial or religious group, as such:

(a) Killing members of the group;

(b) Causing serious bodily or mental harm to members of the group;

(c) Deliberately inflicting on the group conditions of life calculated to bring about its physical destruction in whole or in part;

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(e) Forcibly transferring children of the group to another group.

You can submit anonymously but listing your contact strengthen your evidence for ICC.

It takes less than 15 minutes of your time. Let's stop this genocide.

[dark-twist-fairytales]

So! We didn't detail much about Keegan's family life before, but here it is now!

Keegan is in a set of triplets, all that aren't able to say a certain letter. He is th oldest, unable to say the letter 'N' or an 'nn' sound

The middle triplet is Conner (He/She/They, genderfluid), and has a hard time saying the letter 'G' and the 'g-uh' sound along with it.

The youngest triplet (and youngst siblling of the family) is Lauren (She/Her), and has a hard time saying 'A' and the 'ann' sound to follow.

But, this isnt what this post is about... It's not about the siblings and what they can/can't say, it's about...

POWERS!

That's right, powers! When placed in a room together, they have a hard time conceling it, which is why they'll be seperate or alone together.

Keegan's powers can be decribed as 'so dark yet blindingly bright'. It's based upon the void and stars. Hinting to this hidden powers is: His eyes have red glows when angry, sometimes little speckles of blue can be seen after a nightmare around his hands

Conner's powers are very bubbly, yet thick, and has been described as 'pictures of your wildest dreams unable to be recreated'. It's based upon pure ink, like those for tattooing. HInting to this power: Creation of images without the need for a refrence (including hybrid of animals), magically getting pens 'known to fail at working' to start flowing ink smooth as ice.

Laauren's power is both 'gentle as nature' and 'quick as a river'. It's based upon nature itself, but more specifically, a river rushing down a hill and through a field of grass. Hinting to this power: droplets of water floating around, plants responding to her words.

To make aware: They do NOT understand their powers or how to properly use them. They are aware of these powers, but only know how to hide them, not use them (conciously). It is painful to hide when they're all three in the same room, which is why they won't be together in the public eye for more than three-four hours.

[fearforthestorm]

assuming that you're on mobile:

you just upload a photo, make sure it's positioned correctly/not cropped funny, and save! you don't need to have a header, but they're a fun way to personalize your blog a little more.

not header related, but you can also change the background and text colors of your blog in the edit appearance menu if you want to!

again, not necessary, but half the fun of tumblr is the customisability! don't be afraid to poke around in the settings and mess with stuff!

pssst: i think you should put something as your header like a random minecraft screenshot

You say these things. Yet they are merely words i dont understand

[aspirationatwork]

How do you decide for yourself if you should just decribe an image yourself or ask the OP to do it?

To be completely honest with you, it's a combination of how much energy I have and how motivated I feel.

So it's totally random, basically.

[il-dottore-zandik]

I'm sorry but I had to share these images I took while I was playing vrc last night, I couldn't stop laughing, the 2nd two images just decribe me while I'm in class trying to comprehend the info the teacher is giving me

If yall like seeing vr stuff please let me know because I have a Ton more if yall like it lol

Thank you for viewing, i hope you liked the derpy pics lol :]

[troutfur]

I bring Sunkit, a golden tabby with some orange splatters and white socks! they have bright green eyes and are a molly (female) (i hope i did this right!)

As Featherstorm makes his last mark on the sand and turns to the parents, they gives a lick to the kit. "Must be a favorite of the stars, little furball," he says, as he beckons her parents over.

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Woah! And I thought I wouldn't ever get as favorable of a chart as with Duskflower!

Let's take a looksie!

[Image ID: Under the header “What will Sunkit’s life be like? (02/18/2023)” 16 rows of tally marks crossed out two by two until there is only 1 or 2 left uncrossed. To the left, a shield chart at the top with the following geomantic figures: Fortuna Minor as the first mother, Amissio as the second mother, Puella as the third mother, Tristitia as the fourth mother, Cauda Draconis as the first daughter, Laetitia as the second daughter, Coniunctio as the third daughter, Fortuna Maior as the fourth daughter, Coniunctio as the first niece, Amissio as the second niece, Coniunctio as the third niece, Acquisitio as the fourth niece, Fortuna Minor as the right witness, Fortuna Maior as the left witness, Via as the judge, and Fortuna Maior as the sentence. Below the shield chart, an astrological house chart with the first twelve geomantic figures above mentioned assigned to houses 1 to 12 in the order mentioned above. /end ID]

(If you're confused why it's bars and dots and not just dots now, I'm just trying out another way of drawing the figures. Just aesthetics to see which I like better.)

Interpretation under the cut:

I can't hardly imagine ever getting a more favorable arrangement of court figures. Via as the judge indicates that Sunkit here will have a very dynamic life, lots of twists and turns, but the sentence, Fortuna Maior, tells me this will end in guaranteed and lasting success. Furthermore, the witnesses, Fortuna Maior on the right and Fortuna Minor on the left, further predict success, first of a dependent kind evolving into the independent one represented by Fortuna Maior. Which like. Doesn't that just decribe the natural path of a succesful life? Success with the help of the adults around you evolving into success on your own.

From the first house figure, the theme of success prevails with Fortuna Minor occupying this house. This make sense within the narrative of the court, reinforcing the idea that independent success is the conclusion of a journey begun with dependent success.

On the second house we have Amissio, loss. Once again at the house I never know what to do with at all. I'm just be lazy and pick an interpretation from other charts with Amissio in the second house and say lousy hunter just to be done with it.

Puella in the house of platonic close relationships bodes well! Seems like Sunkit will be well taken care of by others around them. Or will be the one to take care of them. Leaning towards the former on account of the fact we already have plenty of nurturing types in SandClan. Plus with the next house...

Tristitia in the house of parents points to a tragedy of some kind. And I think I want to go here for orphaned. Thus the sorrow of Tristitia could very well refer to a sense of longing for parents she never met. Take this with the previous house and it seems to me the chart is suggesting a cat who was taken care of very communally. House 3 is the house of neighborhood and community after all.

Moving on to the fifth house, Cauda Draconis is hardly ever a good omen. I'm leaning towards fertility issues for this one and here's my rationale. As the figure of foregone conclusions and endings, in this house it suggests to me this idea of trying for a child in spite of knowing it isn't going to work. On the first house in traditional geomantic lore also often indicates a stubborn querent who is likely to ignore the advice of the chart. Thus it fits rather neatly, don't y'all think?

On the sixth house is Laetitia, so good health and enjoyment in it. That's a very positive message to be getting here, if rather uninformative. Positive figures in this house are typically so boring. I wish I had much more Amissios in this house so I can keep giving these characters cool scars and injuries. But alas!

On the seventh house, Coniunctio, connection and communication. So, great love life, a partner she clicks well with. It may not be smooth sailing, as a certain house ahead tells me, but it overall bodes well!

On the eigth house, Fortuna Maior. The urge to make this character the girl boss that just guts someone is pretty strong, ngl. But it could also refer to the fact her very attentive and nurturing upbringing due to being orphaned paves the way to being succesful independently. We'll see if our last four houses suggest anything. We haven't touched much on Via being the judge, change hasn't factored much.

On the ninth house, Coniunctio again, connections in the house of long journeys. Which is what suggests to me the house seventh figure was not going to be smooth sailing or immediate. The love story is what seems to be one of the stronger unifying threads of the narrative.

On the tenth house, Amissio, so loss of respect or authority. Here's an interesting twist to her story, what respect or authority is she losing? She doesn't strike me as a high ranking Clan member. But perhaps if we factor the Fortuna Maior in house eight that's perhaps a reputation hit for having done what she thought was necessary?

On the eleventh house, Coniunctio. Even through the loss of status she seems to still be well-connected. I can only suppose she got people on her side thinking what she did was the right thing to do. Although also...

On the twelfth house, Acquisitio. Gain in the house of enemies and antagonistic figures. She will also be facing strong opposition. From the Clan's beloved communal child to a pretty controversial figure. That seems to fit the vibe of Via pretty well and the narrative of the court. Overall it all ended well, she found independent success. But these last houses do indicate strife in her life.

So! Putting it all together:

Orphaned very young, Sunkit was showered in attention from the Clan at large. Though she very much wished to have known her parents, overall she had a happy childhood and grew up into a great warrior, if not the best hunter. Though the road to finding her ideal partner was long, she did eventually settle down with a good cat and planned to start a family. Fertility issues got in the way though, and though she was made aware of such by Featherstorm she stubbornly kept trying. Her life looked idyllic but on the borders, the constant conflict of SandClan with an aggressive force (proably another Clan, must be something under the protection of the code in order to really cause a stir) forced her to take extreme measures. By committing an assassination, potentially of a very important figure, she made a great deal of enemies, but within her Clan maintained solidarity and connection. This did, however, make others very weary of her and hurt her reputation somewhat. But ever confident and independent, she was able to thrive on her own.

A good name would be Sunshade I think.