#double struck

[thecoolsymbolsworld]

Tattoo artist inspired bios

𓆩⚡𓆪 ࿔︩︩ 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕀𝕟𝕜𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕤 💉𑁍̑༅🖋️

🌙 𓄼 𖤐 𝕀𝕟𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕋𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕤 🎨𓆙 ⚒️💎

🕸️𓆞 𝕋𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝔽𝕝𝕠𝕨 𝔸𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕤𝕥 𖤓𓂀

🐉𓄿𝓐𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓼𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓘𝓷𝓴𓍯✨🔮

🕷️ 𓁙𝓢𝓴𝓲𝓷 𝓒𝓪𝓷𝓿𝓪𝓼 𑀊𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 🎨⚔️

🌸𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕀𝕟𝕜𝕖𝕣𝕤’ 𝔻𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𓍊𝓢𝓴𝓮𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓐𝓻𝓽 🎨

🌿𖠿𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓘𝓷𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓛𝓲𝓷𝓮 𓆏𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 𖠿

🖤𝓢𝓴𝓲𝓷 𝓒𝓻𝓪𝓯𝓽 𝓜𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓬 🎱𝓐𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓼𝓽 💀

🌹 𖠃𝕀𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔻𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕤𓂀💉𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕖𝕣 ✒️

🦋𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓘𝓷𝓴 𓆟𝓣𝓲𝓷𝔂 𝓣𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓼✨

☠️𝕀𝕟𝕜 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𓄲𝔸𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕪 𖧷𝓒𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓻

🔥𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕝 𝕀𝕟𝕜 𝔸𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕤𝕥 𖣘𓂀🖋️

🎨 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕀𝕟𝕜 𝕃𝕖𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕕 𑁍𓆑𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕟 𝔸𝕝𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕞𝕪

🌵𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓘𝓷𝓴𝓮𝓻𝓼’ 𝓖𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓮 🖤𓆙

⚡𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕀𝕟𝕜 𝕃𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕄𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤𖣘✨

🐍𝕀𝕟𝕜 𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕞 𝔸𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕪𓂀𓍢

🌙𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓪𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓘𝓷𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𖠅💉

💉𝕀𝕟𝕜 𝕃𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤 𝔸𝕣𝕥 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕪𓆊

💀𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕟 𝕀𝕟𝕜 𝔸𝕣𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕥 𓅓𖠚

🖋️𝕀𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕄𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕤 𖤓𓃠⚔️

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[zillychu]

Consider this: ghosts are actually exactly what the Fentons think they are.

They're snapshots of a longing so strong, unfinished business so deep it reaches out beyond life. Lingers just a bit longer. And if it happens to meet a dense cloud of ectoplasm (invisible to the naked eye, but omnipresent even in the mortal realm), it coalesces. The ectoplasm fits into the shape of it. Which, when the desire is strong enough, it's got a rough idea of its self-image. This tends to mean a more humanoid figure, though it's more often warped in some way–a self-reflection, skewed by said desire. The warping varies on the dead soul’s perception of themselves, the intensity of their desire, how much time passed after death, and how much ectoplasm was present.

In short… no matter how “normal" a ghost looks or acts, it really, truly isn't human. It's animated ectoplasm with a single goal: an obsession. Nothing else. They're more akin to plants than animals, following a single drive with no emotion. They react to stimuli, recognize threats (including other ghosts), and can even imitate human speech and mannerisms to obtain fulfillment of their obsession.

Not “evil" by any stretch, but they're entirely driven by instinct. A tree doesn't pause to consider the rocks it breaks with its roots. A cordyceps doesn't torture its host for fun, or kill with malice. It just does. It follows code in its DNA to survive and multiply–And ghosts just follow the code in its ectoplasm to fulfill its obsession. The more powerful a ghost, the better it's able to overcome obstacles preventing this–whether through brute force, or manipulation. This power is always directly proportional to the amount of ectoplasm present at the time of formation, and how much time passed since death.

What then, does this mean for Danny? Danny, who's previously come to the conclusion that he's only half-ghost, which surely explains how he retained his mind? His independent thoughts and emotions?

What does this mean for Phantom, who experienced an entire world’s worth of ectoplasm condensed as a singularity, at the exact time of his death? Whose strength only grows and begins to exceed every limit they previously thought possible?

If a ghost was as strong as him… could it mimic a human perfectly? Down to a molecular level?

Could it, in its desire to fill an obsession… trick its own fake mind into thinking it was still human? Or half-ghost?

[swedenis-h]

Mags very in love with his husband post 🫡

[pink-glitter-gel-pen]

UNDERRATED shawn and gus moment is at the end of 4x07 high top fade out is when lassiter says to shawn "you are not a cop and you never will be" and shawn clearly has some slightly conflicted feelings about the comment showing on his face, gus says "thank god for that" and fistbumps him

[if-loki-was-a-fox]

Afjxkgdkg Jimmy is so patient in Double Life, I'm not even an angry or violent person but I would have punched at least five times as many people as he does

[firekit21]

Double Life according to Scott:

[utilitycaster]

this may seem needlessly finicky but I do actually believe it's important: calling Verin a himbo is just one of many examples where like, one of the cast says something off the cuff and it's not exactly the right word or it is highly contextual, and that is fine because no one is perfect especially in improv, but then it gets repeated ad infinitum within the fandom when it never really fit in the first place. We have Verin's stats and he's decently more intelligent than average with a 13 (smarter than most of Bells Hells for one; as smart as Pike); it's just he's the guy with a bachelor's degree with good grades followed by military service in a family where everyone has two PhDs - Matt said "himbo of the family" the way in a family where most people are exceptionally tall you'd call the 5'11" child the short one. In Call of the Netherdeep he appears as thoughtful and competent and promoted to a difficult position at a very young age, and in the campaign his appearance is simultaneously as a leader of troops in a dangerous mission, and someone who cares enough about poetry from a completely foreign and distant culture to have tried to learn more about it. I'm sorry, but if you're using the word "himbo" I don't think you're processing a thing about the character yourself; you're just the latest repetition in a game of telephone that's been going on since mid-2021.

And that's not deeply bad on the surface, and I'm using Verin not because he is the character most wronged by this sort of thing but because he's recent and it's really clear where the word came from and that it's not a good assessment, but something I happen to have a decent knack for is pattern recognition in language. I usually find it really easy to pick up on when someone's plagiarized because of the language and pattern shifts. I tend to remember urls and out of place words well. So I do tend to notice when everyone suddenly starts using a single turn of phrase and I tend to flag it. Sometimes that's not bad; sometimes it means everyone came to a similar conclusion and that's the best way to express that conclusion. But like, when Taliesin called the Yios episode a gas-leak episode and the entire fandom started parroting it? The line "bone-dry takes"? The fact that a lot of ship defenses I see were phrased precisely as "I have eyes"? without actually talking about the ship itself? the fact that I've seen a spike in the use of the term "ontologically evil" including in myself and not all uses are actually correct? And extending this beyond strictly language but consider any headcanon with minimal textual support that catches like wildfire (sidebar: remember how we make, or made fun of the SPREAD THIS LIKE WILDFIRE tendency on Tumblr a decade ago? same concept of repetition of a specific turn of phrase without internalizing) all sort of ping this.

And it's fine, truly, to come to fandom and turn off your brain. I know this will sound sarcastic from me, and that's because I don't personally agree, but I do strongly agree that you can do what you want in fandom and you don't have to listen to my opinions so in the end, yeah, it's fine because I am not the arbiter of "fine". But I think critical thought is a vital exercise and I think precision with language is part of it and so if you find yourself using the same exact words and thoughts as everyone else, that should, ideally, trigger a process of "but are these the right words? what do I see when I see this character and how would I describe them? do I agree with this assessment?" Fandom is an interesting and easier microcosm than reality in which to start doing that.

[crunchycrystals]

something is so special to me about the first 3 seasons of the life series. like i'm loving wild life and i enjoyed limlife (i cant say anything on secret life i never finished it i got too anxious fhjkdsahjkgdsjf) i am glad these seasons exist but i feel like we got the perfect trio in third life, last life, double life

like they all have numbers/ an order associated with the titles but none of them match up with the actual order of the series. the winners line up exactly with sun/stars/moon. they came out in spring fall and summer. remember that session in last life where etho said he'd give bdubs a life if he killed someone. remember how that went. i thought i was gonna chew off my arm. the immediate angst potential with grian and scar being soulmates in episode ONE. 5am pearl. the iconic ending of third life. the closest i've gotten to feeling how i did during the first three seasons was when jimmy died in limited life and joel said he was planning on sacrificing himself but that's the only example i can think of

[stardustamaryllis78]

Aang and Aaravos are both old guys who mastered all elements/primal.

Both Avatar and Aaravos begin with A.

Just a food for thought.

[crossbackpoke-check]

Dysprosium, Mary Soon Lee

dysprosium, AN 66, is a silvery-white rare earth metal. its name is derived from the greek dysprositos, meaning “hard to get at”, owing to the difficulty in separating and isolating this rare earth element. dysprosium is used to measure neutron flux, to fuel reactors, and to activate phosphors. terfenol-d is a magnetorestrictive alloy, meaning that it changes shape when a magnetic field is applied, and is used to manufacture underwater acoustic systems.

jason “robo” robertson, dallas stars #21 for @simmyfrobby’s nhl periodic table poems <3

[mulling-over-milgram]

I like the idea of the people around mikoto being represented by drawing manikins because he’s always referencing them. Always looking at the people around to see how he should act , to make sure he’s not inconveniencing anyone ect.

[lesbx]

the scale difference from this mod turning this scene into a forehead kiss is like. making me ill

[drhillmoel]

Hi I made the weather poll tell me more about your outdoor shower how does it work?? Is there a little house for it?? Does it have plumbing??

Its like those showers similar to this! No house or roof, just a shower attached to the wall!! It also has full plumbing with hot and cold water! Thing is, you'd think itd be a shower for a pool, but its straight up just a shower in a courtyard, its not even mainly used for people, its usually for showering my grandma's pet turtles when they get dirty ...

[acourtofquestions]

Boots crunched in hay, and then he was knee to knee before her.

Aedion.

There was nothing kind on his face. No pity or warmth.

For a long minute, they only stared at each other.

Then the prince growled softly, "Your plan was bullshit."

She said nothing, and couldn't stop her shoulders from curving inward.

"Your plan was bullshit," he breathed, his eyes sparking. "How could you ever be her, wear her skin, and think to get away with it? How could you ever think you'd get around the fact that our armies are counting on you to burn the enemy to ashes, and all you can do is run away and emerge as some beast instead?"

"You don't get to pin this retreat on me," she rasped. The first words she'd spoken in days and days.

"You agreed to let Aelin go to her death, and leave us here to be slashed to bloody ribbons. You two told no one of this plan, told none of us who might have explained the realities of this war, and that we would need a gods-damned Fire-Bringer and not an untrained, useless shape-shifter against Morath."

Blow after blow, the words landed upon her weary heart. "We—"

"If you were so willing to let Aelin die, then you should have let her do it after she incinerated Erawan's hordes!"

"It would not have stopped Maeve from capturing her."

"If you'd told us, we might have planned differently, acted differently, and we would not be here, damn you!"

She stared at the muddy hay. "Throw me out of your army, then."

"You ruined everything." His words were colder than the wind outside. "You, and her."

Lysandra closed her eyes.

Hay rustled, and she knew he'd risen to his feet, knew it as his words speared from above her bowed head. "Get out of my tent."

She wasn't certain she could move enough to obey, though she wished to. Needed to. Fight back. She should fight back. Rage at him as he lashed at her, needing an outlet for his fear and despair.

Lysandra opened her eyes, peering up at him. At the rage on his face, the hatred She managed to stand, her body bleating in pain. Managed to look him in the eye, even as Aedion said again with quiet cold, "Get out."

Barefoot in the snow, naked beneath her cloak. Aedion glanced at her bare legs, as if realizing it. And not caring.

So Lysandra nodded, clutching Ansel's cloak tighter, and strode into the frigid night.

"Where is she?" Ren asked, a mug of what smelled like watery soup in one hand, a chunk of bread in the other. The lord scanned the tent as if he would find her under the cot, the hay.

Aedion stared at the precious few logs burning in the brazier, and said nothing.

"What have you done?" Ren breathed.

Everything was about to end. Had been doomed since Maeve had stolen Aelin. Since his queen and the shifter had struck their agreement.

So it didn't matter, what he'd said. He hadn't cared if it wasn't fair, wasn't true.

Didn't care if he was so tired he couldn't muster shame at his pinning on her the blame for the sure defeat they'd face in a matter of days before Perranth's walls.

He wished she'd smacked him, had screamed at him. But she had let him rage. And had walked out into the snow, barefoot.

He'd promised to save Terrasen, to hold the lines. Had done so for years. And yet this test against Morath, when it had counted ... he had failed.

He’d muster the strength to fight again. To rally his men. He just ... he needed to sleep.

Aedion didn't notice when Ren left, undoubtedly in search of the shifter with who he was so damned enamored.

He should summon his Bane commanders. See how they thought to manage this disaster.

But he couldn't. Could do nothing but stare into that fire as the long night passed.

[red-moon-at-night]

don't mind me I'm just losing my mind down this obscure rabbit hole I've found myself in:

The Iliad, book 19 (Caroline Alexander translation)

Xanthus, Hera and the Erinyes (Iliad 19.400-418), Sarah Iles Johnston

From theoi

[putergenius]

gobbled down a spicy chicken sandwich forgetting I was pmsing….shaking just imagining the consequences