#flowthrough

[johnbleepingzoidberg]

KAKASHIS BIRTHDAY IS ON THE EXTENDED FLOWTHROUGH ENTITIES DEADLINE HAHAHAHAHAHAH

[kata4a]

2, 7, 16, 20 please <3

2. thoughts on veganism?

oh I'll just tell you the same thing I told my boyfriend a while back ~

factory farming is obviously bad; all things being equal it'd be obviously better if industrial meat farms didn't exist

all things not being equal, though, removing meat farms would have flowthrough effects on, e.g., the ability of people in poverty to get cheap nutrition. I think that it is likely that factoring in these costs, getting rid of or otherwise regulating industrial agriculture is would still be a net positive

being vegan is obviously at least morally good, in that creating less demand for meat means that less animals ultimately suffer

being vegan is probably not very morally good, in the sense that it costs time, money, and energy which, while varying from person to person, I think very likely could be spent at least as effectively on other causes, particularly since the net effect of an individual abstaining from meat and animal products is likely very small

I'm agnostic on whether a) it is possible to farm meat in an ethical way at all and b) whether it's possible to do so in a way that makes it accessible to more than a minority of the population

I believe with low confidence that it is possible to farm non-meat animal products ethically, and am agnostic on whether it's possible to do so in a way that makes them accessible to more than a minority of the population

however, both of those last two points strike me as more of a philosophical curiosity than a real point of activism, since factory farming makes such a majority of meat/animal products anyway

7. what animal do you look forward to seeing when you visit an aquarium?

!!!!!!!!!!!!!

16. thoughts on mint chocolate chip?

I'd never seek it out, but of course I'll eat it if it's given to me 😘

20. favorite disney princess movie?

it's all ya fault, jafar!

[babyspacebatclone]

Gah, my brain has decided it wants to workshop that stop motion animation of me folding three progressively more complex crane origami pieces.

But I’m absolutely not feeling the original instrumental piece I wanted to sync it to a decade ago when the idea was first conceived.

And have no clue what music to use that fits the “three act, ascending epicness, approximately one minute long” flowthrough I want. 😞

Any suggestions?

(origami models in question under cut)

The traditional crane

(miniatures folded by me, sausage fingers for scale)

Standing Crane designed by Jun Maekawa

(source)

And after searching, currently debating between two models for the end.

The Satoshi Kamiya Crane

(source)

And this model designed by Roman Diaz

(source)

Granted, I’ve yet to successfully get past the halfway point if folding the Satoshi one and just discovered the Diaz one, but I’m briefly motivated to try conquering both!

[squishylemonbubbles]

sometimes you just really focus in on a specific topic and you gotta write 3 lil fics about it

this one's actually T rated! yay!

[bersergner-blog]

Escape from Tombstone - Animation (pt.1)

Refreshed by my research I started to try my hand at laying some basic animations down. At this point I was still a little torn between exactly how the game would look. Would I go with simpler shapes for a more exaggerated look that would potentially lend itself better to a large volume of enemies or a more zoomed out view? Or would I double down and take the more difficult route going for a more anatomically correct style?

I undertook some explorations and initially I settled on the more exaggerated style to make it easier for myself to produce a large volume of work and allow for a more 'pulled back' visual style without losing clarity.

I also set to creating some simple blood VFX. As well as playing around with some "flow" explorations and general blockouts for the animations. Seen here: Hook-kick flowthrough.

Sketches for Light Attacks.

Sketches for Heavy Attacks.

Sketches for 'Weapon Group' idle-sprites.

[queencocoakimmie]

Ghost Writer

“Ghost Writer” Cover me, Oh sweet symphony. Take me into your Pained heart, And let your music flow Through me. Let me find myself again, In your song. Let my ghost writer Pen my thoughts, For I am lost to the sound. The sound of agony. The sound of pain. The sound of love. ©️KVP Art: Angelica Venasquez

A distant melody plays,It’s soft and woeful,And carries onBetwixt the trees. It’s a songI know all too well. Gray heartbreak,Black silken grief,Weaves through the airAnd surrounds me. Cover me,Oh sweet symphony. Take me into yourPained heart,And let your music flowThrough me.Let me find myself again,In your song. Let my ghost writerPen my thoughts,For I am lost to the sound. The sound of…

[jonathanmorse]

An idol, beginning

Action and event record themselves in memory, but the record isn’t the memory. After it has made contact with the ongoingness of time, memory is no longer bound to its priors. After time flows into a story and separates it from its origin in action and event, the story becomes readable in the languages of other senses. The flowthrough of time delivers cargoes of words that weren’t in the…

[shootersfaync]

Shhhh, we being quiet ‘round here... #shootersfaync #braggblvd #silencershop #surefire #deadairsilencers #silencerco #ruggedsuppressors #q #osssuppressors #ruger #yankeehillsuppressor #helix #flowthrough #silencer #suppresor #fay #fayettevillenc #ftbragg #fortbraggnc #shoplocal #shopsmall #2a #2amendment (at Bragg Blvd) https://www.instagram.com/p/CMiA1nOskj9/?igshid=m6z185zbma9b

[recom-actual]

Shop Gun... ______________________________________________ @oss_suppressors @aguilaammo @centuryarms ______________________________________________ #308rifle #patriot #centuryarms #supressed #osssuppressors #flowthrough #dontgetbaffled #canon #photographer #rutseneagle #recomactual #gunlifemedia #oldschool #feedyourfirearm #aguilaammo #rollerlock https://www.instagram.com/p/BukFbhaBjAx/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=y1s6opwmlbn7

[aliyahsadventures]

This #wellnesswednesday post is all about the power of speaking your #truth 🙌 And I couldn’t be more proud and thrilled to share my dear friend @meghan.cblack ‘s blog with you. meghanblack.com Link in her bio ✨ 💗 I know Meghan, I know her story, and I know her awesomeness, and STILL, reading and watching her blog had me crying, laughing and feeling grateful and inspired 🙏 ✨ Meghan is an incredible soul who’s learned life’s lessons the hard way. She’s a wonderful wife and mother of three, having survived four unrelated cancers, and a myriad of other devastating life challenges, she has persevered to find the light in all the darkness. “What I’ve come to understand is that we can only learn the life lessons we are here to learn when we are fully ready, and with great pain comes great discovery! I kept the focus on myself and eventually created a new story - one that I could have only dreamt of.” 🙏💖🙏 Meghan and I are friends because we love being with each other, we love connecting honestly, we love lovingly calling each other out when we’re out of alignment, we love shaking our booties to hip hop music, and we love learning how to be #shamelesslyshiny and inspiring others to do the same. 💖 I hope Meghan’s journey inspires you as much as it’s inspired me and that you endeavour to light up the world with your truth and your essence. ✨ The truth unites us and sets us free. ✨ Meghan so perfectly quotes @Oprah in her blog... “What I know for sure is that speaking your truth is the most powerful tool we have” 💖 #shareyourtruth #sharethelove #inspire #crackopen #connect #bebrave #beyou #shamelesslyshiny #flowthrough #celebratelife #thebestisyettocome #intruth #shamelesslyshiny #friendshipismagic (at Vancouver, British Columbia) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bqu8vTiBHHJ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1wznlc6zjslqv

[soadig]

Flow into deep. . . . . . #SandDunes #HardRock #FlowThrough #TrailCenter #motion https://www.instagram.com/p/CLJpiTPJMY3/?igshid=1q13lpoby3a1i

[rutseneagle]

When 2020 hits hard but @oss_suppressors returns fire with the morale assist of the year • #flowme - Type “2020 can #flowme” in the comments! __________________________________ @modernmateriel @velocityprecision @oss_suppressors @steineropticsusa @unitytactical @vzgrips @inforce01 @aimpointusa @lawtactical @sb.tactical @burnproofgear __________________________________ #triggerheads #2a #lifestyle #gear #photographer #rutseneagle #gunlifemedia #modernmateriel #teammm #osssupressors #braceyourself #flowthrough #unitytactical #burnproof (at Flow me) https://www.instagram.com/p/CE6n8jQJ4Rg/?igshid=1nu5ljs8jyczw

[jmaccpa]

JJ is making his rounds with my crew. I’m now fielding weekly queries about the man himself . Who is he? Do I really know him? Is he like that in real life? He’s a really good speaker. Impressed. I really like him. What does he smell like? . Those are all things folks have said to me about #jjthecpa; well, except the last one. Apparently im the only one who was interested about that . . My CPA friends are in #CPE season, and JJ seems to be one of my the stars. Keep it up cap! . #accounting #taxes #goodman #money #Taxcode #199 #flowthrough #cpa #education #license (at Marlboro, Monmouth County, New Jersey) https://www.instagram.com/p/B5skw-1BQDV/?igshid=prsu2lo8q4u1

[angst-fairygodmother]

Omg if you're open to requests!! I always kinda imagine Luther (TUA) as the best hugger? And like his s/o could just probably slide into his sweater and fit in there and whoaaa warmth. Could I mayhaps request some warm dorky fluff with the big monkey boy? (人*´∀｀)｡💕

A/N: I took “warm” a bit literally, Nonny. Hope that’s alright. Enjoy! Word Count: 1336

“Can you believe we’re actually going to have the whole day?” you said excitedly, sipping your coffee and never once taking your eyes from the window. 

Most of the time, sleeping over at your boyfriend’s mansion, with its steady flowthrough of siblings, friends, and other unusual guests and its imposing, lofty decor made you feel awkward and out of place. But today, it turned out to have been the perfect choice. The grounds and gardens would be perfect for epic snowy battle, or the construction of an army, or...maybe the house was getting to you a tiny bit as your mind swept through epic dramas played out in snow. 

“It’s Saturday,” Luther said in confusion, watching you from his seat at the kitchen table. “We always have the whole day on Saturday?”

“No I mean out there,” you gestured to the lawn. “Everything is fresh and pristine, we have plenty of space. It’s perfect. The only trouble will be deciding where to start.”

“What are you talking about, Y/N?”

“I’m talking about a Snow Day, Luther. Obviously.” You turned back to him to see him frowning. 

“Yeah, it’s snowing today, but I don’t understand what that has to do with anything…”

“No. Not ‘it’s snowing today.’ It’s a Snow Day. There is a distinct difference. It means going out and playing. Building snowmen or igloos and having a snowball fight. You know, fun kid stuff.”

“Oh.” 

He looked mildly uncomfortable. And that’s when it dawned on you. Of course he didn’t know what you meant. Luther, and all his siblings, had grown up under the oppressive thumb of Reginald Hargreeves: home-schooled, home-trained, and every detail of their lives regimented to the second. He had probably never been out to play in the snow. Maybe train in it, to prepare for any inevitability, but not actually enjoy it. 

You crossed the room to sit beside him, laying your head on his arm, smiling at the fact that he didn’t tense anymore when you did. 

“Trust me, Luther,” you said, plucking a slice of bacon off his plate and breaking a piece off to pop in your mouth. “It’s going to be so much fun. And if for some reason, you hate it, we’ll come in and bake cookies and drink hot cocoa instead.”

~

Several hours later, your face hurt in equal parts from the cold and from joy. You and Luther had built snowmen, his significantly larger but yours more decorated. You had shown him about snow angels, to which he responded with a cheesy line about you being one, and thankfully the cold and wind had covered your blush. And now, you had finished constructing barriers, trenches, and walls, preparing to wage war against one another. 

“You know,” you teased, ��I think I have the advantage here.”

“You? But I’m the one who’s actually fought before,” he countered.

“Ah yes, but I’m smaller, faster, and cuter.”

“You are the cutest,” he agreed with a grin. “But I don’t get how that helps.”

“Because you can’t hit this face.” You gave him your most adorable pout.

The expression was quickly wiped off your face with a “thomp” and a shower of powder as Luther pitched the first snowball at you. You shrieked, darting behind one of the snowy ramparts, chased by his laughter. 

The sound was enough to wipe away any annoyance you might have had at the cheap shot. It wasn’t often that you got to hear him laugh, or see him smile as freely as he was when you peeked over your shelter wall, as if he had finally let go of the weight of the world and of his father’s sins he had imputed onto himself. 

“How dare you! This means war Hargreeves!” you called, pitching a blind shot in an arch over your head toward him. 

The courtyard rang with the sounds of your snowball fight. You were soaked to the bone and couldn’t feel your fingers and toes, and the sun was starting to sink low behind the surrounding building. On one pass, as near to melee as you got, he noticed the bluing of your lips and how badly you were shivering. His powers included an increased durability and resistance to the elements, and the mutation from the serum had only increased that, so he hadn’t noticed just how cold it had gotten, or how long you had been out. Now, it was all he could think about, overwhelmed by concern that you were going to get sick. 

Throwing up his hands, he called for a truce. Reluctantly, you agreed, teeth chattering. 

“It is getting kind of late…” you admitted, looking up at the deep blue creeping across the sky. 

“You should go take a hot shower and get warmed up,” he insisted as he ushered you inside.

“What about you?” you asked, tone suggestive. 

“I don’t get as cold. I’ll just throw on a dry shirt, and then I’ll get something started for dinner. Do you want tea?”

“It’s a Snow Day, Luther,” you said with a dramatic roll of your eyes, trying not to pout that your subtlety was lost on him. “The only acceptable drink is hot cocoa.”

He laughed, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead and nudging you toward the bathroom again, half tempted to just pick you up and carry you there. 

~

As you exited the shower, you realized that you had no dry clothes to put on and frowned. You supposed you could go raid Allison’s old closet, or Klaus’s and find something in your size if not style. Then you had a better idea. Wrapping in one of the large, fluffy towels he had set for you, you stole back down the hall to Luther’s room, rooting through his dresser until you found what you needed. 

There were very few people in the world Luther wasn’t larger than, but as you pulled his sweater over your head and were immediately dwarfed by it, you were reminded just how much larger than you he was. It took a little tweaking, but eventually you had a satisfactory new dress. 

Despite steaming up the bathroom and soaking as long as possible, and wrapping yourself in the soft, warm wool that smelled blissfully like your boyfriend, you were still cold as you padded down to the kitchen to rejoin Luther. You giggled as he looked up from setting the table and flushed bright red at the sight of you in his clothing, your legs exposed. 

“You...you’re wearing…” he murmured, gaping at you.

You smiled, leaning on the door frame in a way that you hoped was seductive but was probably more likely awkward. “Wearing your shirt? Yes I am.”

“Why?” you loved the way his face scrunched up when he was confused. 

“Do you not like it? I thought it would be a nice surprise,” you purred before shrugging sheepishly. “Also I didn’t have any dry clothes.”

“Oh. Right. I didn’t think of that. Sorry.”

“Nothing to apologize for, I didn’t think of it either. And your sweater is like super comfy, anyway.”

A chill breeze whistled through the empty mansion from some missed open window, brushing against your back and making you shiver again. Luther crossed the room, his long strides making it take no time at all before he had you wrapped tightly in his arms. You buried your face against him, smiling at the sure, comfortable way he hugged you, another change from the fearful and uncertain way he had done...everything to be frank, at the beginning of your relationship.

“Are you still cold, Y/N?” he asked, voice heavy with concern. “What can I do to warm you up?”

You tilted your head to look up at him, finding him staring softly back.

“Hm...you could start with a kiss?”

His eyes crinkled as he smiled before leaning down to press his lips to yours. As you brought your hands up to curl around his neck, you sighed contentedly.

[teratotherapist]

It turns out that the flowthrough space that the Rainbow Falls used to flow through is a nice place to curl up for a nap, if you’re very small like I am.

[joiestclinic-drmetintemel-blog]

Biraz once videosunu paylastigim hastanin ilk halleri ile karsilastim. Sizlerde bu mutluluga sahitlik edin istedim #free #flaps #freefibulaflap #flowthrough flap #forearms #defect #reconstruction #microsurgery #microsurgerytraining Ön kolda yaralanma ve kemik kaybi ile gelen hastamizin bacağindan damarlari ile birlikte kemik ve yumusak doku alarak koldaki defektini kapattigimiz hastamiz. (Özel Antakya yaşam Cerrahi tıp Merkezi)