#io and grace same brain

[pikkissis]

OMGLSJFKAFJAKDHKAEH, THE SPACE POLICE???? SUSPICIONS???? we're.... the same person....

i hate people who know highways. “i’m heading south on I-65” okay man. i’m moving my rook to c2

[maytheoddshq]

Courtney Ganhador. District Ten. Score: SEVEN.

Ten minutes was hardly enough time to show the entirety of your skills. Especially when those ten minutes might decide whether or not people with more money that you could imagine would support your bid to live. Scores weren't everything - or so everyone kept telling him - but they certainly weren't nothing. They were a way to survive the first few days in the Arena, and sometimes that's all it took.

He was virtually vibrating as the long line of Tributes stood ahead of him. One by one they went in - six Careers, Io, Fitz, and the others he had "trained" with. Prairie was there, but there was little comfort to be shared at all. All too soon, the robotic voice called out, "Courtney Ganhador." He glanced up at her, and she responded with a quick nod and a "You got this." He replied with a tight smile and a weaker-than-he'd-like "You too." Then he stood up and followed the Peacekeeper into the room.

It seemed so much bigger now, devoid of other Tributes and Trainers. So much brighter, with the lights bouncing off more white than when it was crowded with other colors and figures. And never had Courtney been so aware of the eyes from above - all the eyes of Sponsors and Gamemakers that he had previously been so successful at ignoring. They were all here, bright and big, and they were all trained on him. He stood, briefly stunned, and then called out: "Courtney Ganhador, District Ten." The clock started ticking.

At that point, his brain clicked into gear. He had three points to make: survive, defend, and attack. The first part was easy: he took a light jog to the climbing rope and started his ascent. It was almost meditative, pulling himself hand over hand up the rope - just like he had done for years as a firefighter. His legs were stationary beneath him as he muscled his way to the top. It took him only a few minutes to make it there, and then to guide himself to a support beam where he deftly slid safely to the ground. If he needed to, the story was meant to go, he could escape a fight.

Speed was next. He glanced across the room where his final skill was stationed, and took off at a sprint towards it. Like an oddly graceful bull, he pivoted and spun around obstacles in the room, never once losing speed or balance. In between him and the axes stood a lone dummy. Courtney didn't think twice. He pulled his arm back and leapt into the air, aiming a punch directly at the figure's nose. A sickening crack rent the air as the mannequin - counterweight and all - snapped back and hit the floor from standing as his hit landed. Courtney didn't stop his pace to see the damage he had inflicted. His focus was on the finale - and he knew he had shown that no one would stand between him and his goals.

He skidded to a stop in front of the axes. While he knew they hadn't provided them with his standard firefighting axe, a similarly sized lumber axe would do just as well. He hefted the weapon with a single arm, allowing the weight to swing backwards in a full arc before turning in one motion and hammering a nearby mannequin in the face with the butt of the blade. The head caved inward from his blow, and he used the bounce back to slam the blade deep into the ribcage of a second. He yanked at the axe, but it was momentarily stuck too deep into the form, just as it had been when he first trained with Io. With a grunt of frustration, he put two hands on the handle and, with a herculean effort, tore the wedged blade from the dummy's side. In response, the figure sagged, unable to support its own weight.

With only a minute left, he knew he had to close with a showstopper. He took the axe in his hands and focused. The words of his father echoed in his head: just like at the ranch. He told himself the same thing he had all week: it was just like a house on fire. He stared down a final dummy, took a few steps towards it, and swung the axe up, then down.

It was just like he had struck a fragile wood door. Sure, he had missed the center of the head (where he had been aiming), but as the blade chopped into the dummy's collar bone and split the body down to the stomach, the effect was much the same. He hadn't expected it to be that easy to cut through a human. Easier than a door, even. Easier.

The buzzer rang out, and Courtney dislodged the axe from the mannequin, red stuffing creating a massive pool around his feet. His chest was heaving, but his breath was measured and calm. He contemplated the mess he had made briefly, but quickly stood to his full height, straightening his spine and raising his eyes to the observation deck. He hoisted the axe up to rest gently on his shoulder.

"Courtney Ganhador, District Ten!"

[yobaba30]

This.Is.Fucking>Brilliant.

On Sept. 1, with a Category 5 hurricane off the Atlantic coast, an angry wind was issuing from the direction of President Trump’s Twitter account. The apparent emergency: Debra Messing, the co-star of “Will & Grace,” had tweeted that “the public has a right to know” who is attending a Beverly Hills fund-raiser for Mr. Trump’s re-election.

“I have not forgotten that when it was announced that I was going to do The Apprentice, and when it then became a big hit, Helping NBC’s failed lineup greatly, @DebraMessing came up to me at an Upfront & profusely thanked me, even calling me ‘Sir,’ ” wrote the 45th president of the United States.

It was a classic Trumpian ragetweet: aggrieved over a minor slight, possibly prompted by a Fox News segment, unverifiable — he has a long history of questionable tales involving someone calling him “Sir” — and nostalgic for his primetime-TV heyday. (By Thursday he was lashing Ms. Messing again, as Hurricane Dorian was lashing the Carolinas.)

This sort of outburst, almost three years into his presidency, has kept people puzzling over who the “real” Mr. Trump is and how he actually thinks. Should we take him, to quote the famous precept of Trumpology, literally or seriously? Are his attacks impulsive tantrums or strategic distractions from his other woes? Is he playing 3-D chess or Rock ’Em Sock ’Em Robots?

This is a futile effort. Try to understand Donald Trump as a person with psychology and strategy and motivation, and you will inevitably spiral into confusion and covfefe. The key is to remember that Donald Trump is not a person. He’s a TV character.

I mean, O.K., there is an actual person named Donald John Trump, with a human body and a childhood and formative experiences that theoretically a biographer or therapist might usefully delve into someday. (We can only speculate about the latter; Mr. Trump has boasted on Twitter of never having seen a psychiatrist, preferring the therapeutic effects of “hit[ting] ‘sleazebags’ back.”)

But that Donald Trump is of limited significance to America and the world. The “Donald Trump” who got elected president, who has strutted and fretted across the small screen since the 1980s, is a decades-long media performance. To understand him, you need to approach him less like a psychologist and more like a TV critic.

He was born in 1946, at the same time that American broadcast TV was being born. He grew up with it. His father, Fred, had one of the first color TV sets in Jamaica Estates. In “The Art of the Deal” Donald Trump recalls his mother, Mary Anne, spending a day in front of the tube, enraptured by the coronation of Queen Elizabeth in 1953. (“For Christ’s sake, Mary,” he remembers his father saying, “Enough is enough, turn it off. They’re all a bunch of con artists.”)

TV was his soul mate. It was like him. It was packed with the razzle-dazzle and action and violence that captivated him. He dreamed of going to Hollywood, then he shelved those dreams in favor of his father’s business and vowed, according to the book “TrumpNation” by Timothy O’Brien, to “put show business into real estate.”

As TV evolved from the homogeneous three-network mass medium of the mid-20th century to the polarized zillion-channel era of cable-news fisticuffs and reality shocker-tainment, he evolved with it. In the 1980s, he built a media profile as an insouciant, high-living apex predator. In 1990, he described his yacht and gilded buildings to Playboy as “Props for the show … The show is ‘Trump’ and it is sold-out performances everywhere.”

He syndicated that show to Oprah, Letterman, NBC, WrestleMania and Fox News. Everything he achieved, he achieved by using TV as a magnifying glass, to make himself appear bigger than he was.

He was able to do this because he thought like a TV camera. He knew what TV wanted, what stimulated its nerve endings. In his campaign rallies, he would tell The Washington Post, he knew just what to say “to keep the red light on”: that is, the light on a TV camera that showed that it was running, that you mattered. Bomb the [redacted] out of them! I’d like to punch him in the face! The red light radiated its approval. Cable news aired the rallies start to finish. For all practical purposes, he and the camera shared the same brain.

Even when he adopted social media, he used it like TV. First, he used it like a celebrity, to broadcast himself, his first tweet in 2009 promoting a “Late Show With David Letterman” appearance. Then he used it like an instigator, tweeting his birther conspiracies before he would talk about them on Fox News, road-testing his call for a border wall during the cable-news fueled Ebola and border panics of the 2014 midterms.

When he was a candidate, and especially when he was president, his tweets programmed TV and were amplified by it. On CNBC, a “BREAKING NEWS: TRUMP TWEET” graphic would spin out onscreen as soon as the words left his thumbs. He would watch Fox News, or Lou Dobbs, or CNN or “Morning Joe” or “Saturday Night Live” (“I don’t watch”), and get mad, and tweet. Then the tweets would become TV, and he would watch it, and tweet again.

If you want to understand what President Trump will do in any situation, then, it’s more helpful to ask: What would TV do? What does TV want?

It wants conflict. It wants excitement. If there is something that can blow up, it should blow up. It wants a fight. It wants more. It is always eating and never full.

Some presidential figure-outers, trying to understand the celebrity president through a template that they were already familiar with, have compared him with Ronald Reagan: a “master showman” cannily playing a “role.”

The comparison is understandable, but it’s wrong. Presidents Reagan and Trump were both entertainers who applied their acts to politics. But there’s a crucial difference between what “playing a character” means in the movies and what it means on reality TV.

Ronald Reagan was an actor. Actors need to believe deeply in the authenticity and interiority of people besides themselves — so deeply that they can subordinate their personalities to “people” who are merely lines on a script. Acting, Reagan told his biographer Lou Cannon, had taught him “to understand the feelings and motivations of others.”

Being a reality star, on the other hand, as Donald Trump was on “The Apprentice,” is also a kind of performance, but one that’s antithetical to movie acting. Playing a character on reality TV means being yourself, but bigger and louder.

Reality TV, writ broadly, goes back to Allen Funt’s “Candid Camera,” the PBS documentary “An American Family,” and MTV’s “The Real World.” But the first mass-market reality TV star was Richard Hatch, the winner of the first season of “Survivor” — produced by Mark Burnett, the eventual impresario of “The Apprentice”— in the summer of 2000.

Mr. Hatch won that first season in much the way that Mr. Trump would run his 2016 campaign. He realized that the only rules were that there were no rules. He lied and backstabbed and took advantage of loopholes, and he argued — with a telegenic brashness — that this made him smart. This was a crooked game in a crooked world, he argued to a final jury of players he’d betrayed and deceived. But, hey: At least he was open about it!

While shooting that first season, the show’s crew was rooting for Rudy Boesch, a 72-year-old former Navy SEAL and model of hard work and fair play. “The only outcome nobody wanted was Richard Hatch winning,” the host, Jeff Probst, would say later. It “would be a disaster.” After all, decades of TV cop shows had taught executives the iron rule that the viewers needed the good guy to win.

But they didn’t. “Survivor” was addictively entertaining, and audiences loved-to-hate the wryly devious Richard the way they did Tony Soprano and, before him, J.R. Ewing. More than 50 million people watched the first-season finale, and “Survivor” has been on the air nearly two decades.

From Richard Hatch, we got a steady stream of Real Housewives, Kardashians, nasty judges, dating-show contestants who “didn’t come here to make friends” and, of course, Donald Trump.

Reality TV has often gotten a raw deal from critics. (Full disclosure: I still watch “Survivor.”) Its audiences, often dismissed as dupes, are just as capable of watching with a critical eye as the fans of prestige cable dramas. But when you apply its mind-set — the law of the TV jungle — to public life, things get ugly.

In reality TV — at least competition reality shows like “The Apprentice” — you do not attempt to understand other people, except as obstacles or objects. To try to imagine what it is like to be a person other than yourself (what, in ordinary, off-camera life, we call “empathy”) is a liability. It’s a distraction that you have to tune out in order to project your fullest you.

Reality TV instead encourages “getting real.” On MTV’s progressive, diverse “Real World,” the phrase implied that people in the show were more authentic than characters on scripted TV — or even than real people in your own life, who were socially conditioned to “be polite.” But “getting real” would also resonate with a rising conservative notion: that political correctness kept people from saying what was really on their minds.

Being real is not the same thing as being honest. To be real is to be the most entertaining, provocative form of yourself. It is to say what you want, without caring whether your words are kind or responsible — or true — but only whether you want to say them. It is to foreground the parts of your personality (aggression, cockiness, prejudice) that will focus the red light on you, and unleash them like weapons.

Maybe the best definition of being real came from the former “Apprentice” contestant and White House aide Omarosa Manigault Newman in her memoir, “Unhinged.” Mr. Trump, she said, encouraged people in his entourage to “exaggerate the unique part of themselves.” When you’re being real, there is no difference between impulse and strategy, because the “strategy” is to do what feels good.

This is why it misses a key point to ask, as Vanity Fair recently did after Mr. Trump’s assault on Representative Elijah E. Cummings and the city of Baltimore in July, “Is the president a racist, or does he just play one on TV?” In reality TV, if you are a racist — and reality TV has had many racists, like Katie Hopkins, the far-right British “Apprentice” star the president frequently retweets — then you are a racist and you play one on TV.

So if you actually want a glimpse into the mind of Donald J. Trump, don’t look for a White House tell-all or some secret childhood heartbreak. Go to the streaming service Tubi, where his 14 seasons of “The Apprentice” recently became accessible to the public.

You can fast-forward past the team challenges and the stagey visits to Trump-branded properties. They’re useful in their own way, as a picture of how Mr. Burnett buttressed the future president’s Potemkin-zillionaire image. But the unadulterated, 200-proof Donald Trump is found in the boardroom segments, at the end of each episode, in which he “fires” one contestant.

In theory, the boardroom is where the best performers in the week’s challenges are rewarded and the screw-ups punished. In reality, the boardroom is a new game, the real game, a free-for-all in which contestants compete to throw one another under the bus and beg Mr. Trump for mercy.

There is no morality in the boardroom. There is no fair and unfair in the boardroom. There is only the individual, trying to impress Mr. Trump, to flatter Mr. Trump, to commune with his mind and anticipate his whims and fits of pique. Candidates are fired for giving up advantages (stupid), for being too nice to their adversaries (weak), for giving credit to their teammates, for interrupting him. The host’s decisions were often so mercurial, producers have said, that they would have to go back and edit the episodes to impose some appearance of logic on them.

What saves you in the boardroom? Fighting. Boardroom Trump loves to see people fight each other. He perks up at it like a cat hearing a can opener. He loves to watch people scrap for his favor (as they eventually would in his White House). He loves asking contestants to rat out their teammates and watching them squirm with conflict. The unity of the team gives way to disunity, which in the Trumpian worldview is the most productive state of being.

And America loved boardroom Trump — for a while. He delivered his catchphrase in TV cameos and slapped it on a reissue of his 1980s Monopoly knockoff Trump: The Game. (“I’m back and you’re fired!”) But after the first season, the ratings dropped; by season four they were nearly half what they were in season one.

He reacted to his declining numbers by ratcheting up what worked before: becoming a louder, more extreme, more abrasive version of himself. He gets more insulting in the boardroom — “You hang out with losers and you become a loser”— and executes double and quadruple firings.

It’s a pattern that we see as he advances toward his re-election campaign, with an eye not on the Nielsen ratings but on the polls: The only solution for any given problem was a Trumpier Trump.

Did it work for “The Apprentice”? Yes and no. His show hung on to a loyal base through 14 seasons, including the increasingly farcical celebrity version. But it never dominated its competition again, losing out, despite his denials, to the likes of the sitcom “Mike & Molly.”

Donald Trump’s “Apprentice” boardroom closed for business on Feb. 16, 2015, precisely four months before he announced his successful campaign for president. And also, it never closed. It expanded. It broke the fourth wall. We live inside it now.

Now, Mr. Trump re-creates the boardroom’s helter-skelter atmosphere every time he opens his mouth or his Twitter app. In place of the essentially dead White House press briefing, he walks out to the lawn in the morning and reporters gaggle around him like “Apprentice” contestants awaiting the day’s task. He rails and complains and establishes the plot points for that day’s episode: Greenland! Jews! “I am the chosen one!”

Then cable news spends morning to midnight happily masticating the fresh batch of outrages before memory-wiping itself to prepare for tomorrow’s episode. Maybe this sounds like a TV critic’s overextended metaphor, but it’s also the president’s: As The Times has reported, before taking office, he told aides to think of every day as “an episode in a television show in which he vanquishes rivals.”

Mr. Trump has been playing himself instinctually as a character since the 1980s; it’s allowed him to maintain a profile even through bankruptcies and humiliations. But it’s also why, on the rare occasions he’s had to publicly attempt a role contrary to his nature — calling for healing from a script after a mass shooting, for instance — he sounds as stagey and inauthentic as an unrehearsed amateur doing a sitcom cameo.

His character shorthand is “Donald Trump, Fighter Guy Who Wins.” Plop him in front of a camera with an infant orphaned in a mass murder, and he does not have it in his performer’s tool kit to do anything other than smile unnervingly and give a fat thumbs-up.

This is what was lost on commentators who kept hoping wanly that this State of the Union or that tragedy would be the moment he finally became “presidential.” It was lost on journalists who felt obligated to act as though every modulated speech from a teleprompter might, this time, be sincere.

The institution of the office is not changing Donald Trump, because he is already in the sway of another institution. He is governed not by the truisms of past politics but by the imperative of reality TV: never de-escalate and never turn the volume down.

This conveniently echoes the mantra he learned from his early mentor, Roy Cohn: Always attack and never apologize. He serves up one “most shocking episode ever” after another, mining uglier pieces of his core each time: progressing from profanity about Haiti and Africa in private to publicly telling four minority American congresswomen, only one of whom was born outside the United States, to “go back” to the countries they came from.

The taunting. The insults. The dog whistles. The dog bullhorns. The “Lock her up” and “Send her back.” All of it follows reality-TV rules. Every season has to top the last. Every fight is necessary, be it against Ilhan Omar or Debra Messing. Every twist must be more shocking, every conflict more vicious, lest the red light grow bored and wink off. The only difference: Now there’s no Mark Burnett to impose retroactive logic on the chaos, only press secretaries, pundits and Mike Pence.

To ask whether any of this is “instinct” or “strategy” is a parlor game. If you think like a TV camera — if thinking in those reflexive microbursts of adrenaline and testosterone has served you your whole life — then the instinct is the strategy.

And to ask who the “real” Donald Trump is, is to ignore the obvious. You already know who Donald Trump is. All the evidence you need is right there on your screen. He’s half-man, half-TV, with a camera for an eye that is constantly focused on itself. The red light is pulsing, 24/7, and it does not appear to have an off switch.

[woolleyluciscayde]

Destcember Day 25: Gift

Merry Christmas Guardians! Most of this is an extract from my unpublished fic on Cayde and Ash! Enjoy!

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As the weeks and months passed, Cayde and Ash grew closer and closer together. After a year, Cayde was certain of what he wanted to do, and so he headed out one evening and bought a gift for Ash to give to her on their anniversary, April 24th. He didn’t tell a soul except for Spark and Sundance, and they were both overjoyed at his decision.

And so so on April 24th, after a fancy dinner down in the city together, Cayde and Ash set off for the hangar and boarded Cayde’s ship.

"So where abouts are we going?" Ash asked as Cayde punched in the coordinates for Niagara Falls.

"That my dearest Ash, is all part of the surprise." Cayde told her as they began their journey.

"Not even a hint?"

"Nope! Gotta guess."

"Nessus?"

"Nope."

"Io?"

"Definitely not."

"Titan?"

"Titan's miserable and always raining. Give up?"

"Yep! I'll just have to wait."

But it all became clear to Ash when they began to descend, and she recognised the landscape instantly from the memories that still lurked in her brain.

"Cayde... this is... this is Niagara Falls. I remember coming here several times just to get a look at the waterfall. It's just how I remember!" She gasped, jumping out of the ship once they'd landed.

"It's beautiful, I gotta admit." Cayde nodded as he latched his hand onto Ash's.

"I'll be honest, I don't remember where I'm from in Ontario but, it'll be around here somewhere. Whether that's Niagara Falls or even Toronto. I'm just not sure."

"Well don't worry about that okay?"

"Okay."

"Say, where did you used to look out to the falls?"

"Just over here." And Ash led Cayde to the railing that gave the perfect view of the horseshoe shaped waterfall cascading over the rocks into the lake below. "Beautiful isn't it?"

"Not as beautiful as you."

"Cheesy, but I appreciate it."

Cayde knew he had to ask Ash now, but he wanted to surprise her. He managed to get Spark's attention, and he understood the signal.

"Say Ash, what's that over there?" Spark asked, indicating to the collapsed bridge to their left that was hanging over the river.

"That? I can't remember. I know it was the bridge that you crossed to get into the United States but, that's it. Cayde do you-" Ash began, but when she turned around, Cayde was down on one knee with the box open in his hands.

"Hey Ash I got a few things I wanna say but I promise I'll make it quick." Cayde told her.

"Oh my cotton socks." Was all Ash could spit out through her hand that was covering her mouth to stop herself from crying.

"Ever since Nessus, I knew you were something else. And each day as we got closer and closer, I knew I wanted to be more than just colleagues and friends who killed bad guys. Now, after a whole year together, I'm kinda hoping we can take this relationship we've got a bit further. We can take it as slow as you want to, but god I hope I get the answer I wanna hear when I ask this. Because this took a lot of practice to get down."

"C-Cayde are you-"

"Ashlynn Grace Toriel, will you marry me?"

Ash could hardly believe her eyes and ears at what Cayde was doing. She wanted to cry, scream and run but at the same time, this was exactly what she had been hoping for secretly. Spark and Sundance were anxiously awaiting Ash's answer, also hoping for the same answer as Cayde.

"Well?"

"Y-Yes! Of course you idiot I'll marry you!" Ash managed to say, and both Sundance and Spark began to fly around in celebration, cheering all the way as Cayde stood up and slipped the ring onto Ash's finger before pulling her in for a kiss, his arms wrapped around her tightly.

"Happy are we?" Cayde asked her, wiping her tears away.

"Cayde I'm, absolutely in shock but, damn right I'm happy. No way are we gonna be able to keep this quiet." Ash chuckled through her tears of joy that were falling like the waterfall beside them.

"Oh absolutely not. We'll tell everybody when we get back because I want the entire legion of Guardians to know just how lucky of a guy I am."

"We're telling Ikora and Zavala first right?"

"Oh yeah. We're bringing Holliday along to that too right? She deserves to know."

"Absolutely. And then I'm guessing it's a summoning in the Barracks for the Hunters?"

"And then the PA system."

"God you're crazy and I love you so much."

"I love you too Ash. So very much."

[royalreef]

"Vau ayut iweu'ty a pyto-gh?" Bellanda didn't turn her head as she spoke, didn't glance back at Miranda. She just kept staring Ava down with her singular, burning eye. The call of the ocean itself, the waves lapping at the shore, the noises of seabirds — all fell away, unimportant beneath Bellanda, beneath her attention that could've blocked out the sun, felled the stars one by one.

"Qb'te uzi-tah't," Miranda answered, flickering her gaze over to Ava once, before returning it to Bellanda, curling her tail tighter around her sister's side, "Csh'tii as jti'thah iut mutth'a sh'tehsy'ee io an tuey sp'othsu nttu iity kwsh'sheys ufioz'ze, styhut juie mayt'tye. Dfre'sta fyr'ut? Vrr'tat au'iitr krru'lle ujs ah tyeh poss'aet'h."

"Asiu-asiu."

Miranda moved her head, tilting it so that she could press the end of her head against Bellanda's cheek, at the same time that Bellanda rose. She shifted, moving her weight back against her hips as first she lifted up her upper torso, supporting her weight under her arms which slid under her body, and then taking it forward as she stood on all four legs. Then she kept rising, pushing herself up and off of the ground until she stood, like Miranda, on her back legs.

Bellanda was not imposingly tall, no. But she didn't need to be. If anything, she made a mockery of over-reliance on such a singular dimension, such a tunnel-visioned image of large that anyone, for any moment, might think themselves to be something that could withstand even the weight of her presence.

She stepped forward, moving with the calm, liquid grace of an ambush predator, of a nightmare, of a queen. She lifted her head high, her fins framing her face as much as the golden crown atop it. It matched Miranda's — three large pearls the size of citrus fruits, a strange damascus-gold that glittered coldly in the light, and a persistent sickening feeling that began in the hindbrain and extended its corpse-claws outwards from there.

Miranda did not get up. Miranda remained there, head following Bellanda as she circled Ava slowly, easily, unhurried, and Miranda kept all her limbs tucked underneath her body. She shifted her tail, curling around herself, and her eyes suggested some unspoken begging shifting between her and her sister.

Still Miranda said nothing back to Ava.

"A scientist?" Her words came veined through with a pressure beneath them, a mounting thunder on the brain. "What do you study? I assume you are a professional in your field, yes? Surely that means you must publish your work with someone, then. Could I see your work?"

Ava didn't argue, sitting down in the sand on the spot the instant the demand left Bellanda's mouth. Yeah, she knew better than to even consider protesting anything from the merfolk right now.

The harpy sat there in nervous silence as the pair had another incomprehensible conversation, and she made a mental note to see if she could research their language at a later date... if that was even allowed, of course. Though she doubted she'd make much progress either way.

"I, ah... sort of ran into her one day," she admitted finally. "And I wanted to ask her questions about her biology. I'm a scientist, so I found her very fascinating. So, um... we agreed to meet on this beach for research, conversation, and so on, since it was private. I promised not to tell anyone else about this place's existence, too."

[lilmajorshawty]

Synastry houses series: Mars v Venus In 8th

Okay so here we have to juggernaut placements as I’d like to say in synastry house overlays.

Will start with Venus in the 8th house overlay. Here unlike its masculine counter part is bound to be more on the subtle and sensual side of things and this will be a vibe so atmospheric and deep that both people involved are bound to pick up on it right away. The Venus person no matter what element/modality/or house is going to act a lot more Plutonian and tense here in regards to the house person. Unlike Mars being here emotions riled up between the two are based on themes of value v self worth. Sensual v lustful. Some say Mars in the 8th equates lust and I beg to differ Mars is primal in the 8th more raw while Venus in the 8th is more competent femme fatal type of vibe and both parties are very aware of this “feeling” whether this be platonic or romantic their are bound to be strong love hate energies flying in the air so black and white you’ll both start to wonder when the last time you saw things colorfully was. But all jokes aside the house person will be very moved and very aware of the Venus and their moves and sways of their grace or lack of it and will be very “bothered” either way you look at it. Among parent child relationships this can cause deep feelings toward one another and create a strong need for loyalty amongst one another and strong disputes that usually deal with the Venus sign involved and the 8th house sign. Amongst friends and especially same gender friendships this can cause an odd and hard to grasp depth that never seems like it can be answered their is a heavy deep undertone to the friendship that isn’t all to clear to either party and Their can be flips between being to intimate with one another and or being to emotionally involved with one another similarly to moon in the 8th making it hard to distinguish boundaries between friendship and something else. And as for romance this shows up as strong possession and obsession themes. If the Venus person is insecure in any way it’ll be amplified beyond belief here. As with the moon in 8th because affection and ones desires are all but bare when in this house. But once more this will be a much more feminine based Energy and themes such as manipulation/guilt trips/pettiness and emotional outburst will be frequent and common things that occur here between the individuals same with jealousy and possessive tendencies. Bottom line this person will make you feel some type of way.

Mars in the 8th house overly is a different beast as they’d say. It’s more based on physical and raw feelings. Here these people will notably pick up on each other on a very physical wavelength. The Mars person will be very peaked by the house person and intrigued on a very scorpionic Level with the house person be it platonic or romantic. The house person is keen io pick up on this tension and may seek to find its source while subconsciously already knowing just what the source is. Here sexual themes are soooo big and I mean seriously either person is usually provoked and or put in a physical state of mind when around one another. This can be shown as a lack of awareness of basic emotions and operating more on instincts around one another. I’ve seen friends with this position whom once around each other become a lot more like a quiet moving unit and not so much one that operates with a brain but more with movement. This placement creates a strong need for touch and physical intimacy regardless of what the relationship is! In men friendships this can be a lot of play fighting or even outright touching and vice versa with women and opposite sex friendships which can often make things a bit weird. But unlike Venus in the 8th it’s more of a hidden energy to the realm of the mind and is more of a body type energy so at times both parties might not be aware of their need for touch. Also unlike Venus in the 8th which places a strong need for emotional release and or expression amongst the two people Mars can create a almost insatiable need here for intimacy be it sex:hanging out:deep talks:or just being around each other. It’s pretty potent and bottom line you’re gonna both feel this but you won’t always know that the hell it is.

Thought I’d do a post on this because I don’t think there’s super detailed stuff on these two beyond the text book face value interpretations on Google! I’ve experienced these two placements and the men were Aquarius Venus and Mars and it changes the way they expressed those energies so much around me! It’s very intense. A Scorpio whom I still care for has his Aqua moon in my 8th and my perception of him is far different from others due to that overly his Aqua moon is much more tense/possessive/intense and overbearing when around me all the while still being an aloof and quirky Aqua moon. 8th house overlays are honestly very tense and it’s hard to just be “cool” and “superficial” with those whom you share 8th house overlays with.

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WIP chapt #3 TexRex

The First time I heard of Tex Rex the Dog Genius Was in 2060 and TexRex was only 3 years old. But those were determimed in Human years and not Dog years. By current dog/human years calculations Tex Rex was in his mid to late 20's. TexRex would later scoff at that calculation and almost single handedly (pawly) changed dog to human years calculation. He was already a Post Grad Math and Physics student and had been working on his Doctorate Thesis for the past couple of months. He was very popular in the press as the Dog Genius, and that popularity exploded six weeks later when he took the Math Olympics by a storm when he ranked 3rd in the world for mathematics. Those statistics were not for dogs but humans. We now had a dog smarter than 10.8 billion people on Earth. How this was possible we are not sure. But we did know that TexRex was the Great Grand Nephew of a early on Designer Puppy. Genetically speaking the scientist decided that they wanted a dog with vocal chords, very intelligent for a dog ( not human intelligence) and attenuated to live in the Human World (essentially a good family dog), a side order of longevity and size were thrown in at the last minute. So out came a very ugly Designer Puppy who lived an easy life at a university until he was two and a half and the Scientist gave up on him as a failure. What they did not realize is that when they tweaked the genome for longevity they did not change there calculation for dog years. Comparatively speaking rather than being in his mid twenty’s he was only 1.5 years old. When they slowed down the aging process they overshot the mark about ten fold. So the Designer Dog had not learned how to speak by 1 and a half years. He wolfed and barked a little but his speaking days were yet to arrive. Shortly after TexRex was given away and written off as a loss, a farming family adopted him and he lived for another 65 years and died a young dog in a bad farming accident. But his 65 years were fruitful. His promiscuity was gaining legendary status.as well. By some estimates he had fathered up to 1546 puppies by 189 different mothers. Some of the mothers had three or four litters and he was the bark of the dog world in the north east part of Texas. Most of the puppies were quite intelligent for dogs some as smart as humans but the vocal chords did not appear on any of the dogs except one. She was the shy silent type and uttered about 500 words her whole life. The vocal chords were obviously the recessive gene, but recessive does mean that it wasnt there. In fact the recessive gene lived in all of the dogs that the original TexRex had sired. It came as quite a surprise some 45 years later when a Beautiful Husky with vivid blue eyes sired a litter that looked like three miniature horses. They did not look very Husky like but took after the Father who was 'Half Greyhound and half Doberman Pincher. He really would of benefited from his mothers side in the looks department but as a puppy he looked like a miniature horse, Splotchy fur in a medium length coat. His coloring was a light brown, black white and grey, Luckily for Tex he grew into his dog frame quite nicely in later year. Not a Swan story but not too shabby his twin sisters would tease him. They all got the same looks more or less (the twins fared far better) but really not that bad of a look, The twins got the looks Tex got the brains and size. He was big. Texas Big. Hell he was even big for a Texas farm dog. So before the first human year was up, Tex Rex Jr. had bis vocal chords exercised on a daily basis. He used them to torment the dogs in the neighborhood. And later his trainer/teachers were the victims of his daily barrage of foul mouthed incessant talking with a loud bark interspersed between the explicit gestures he made. Soon you just could not stop him from talking, chatter chatter,banter and stammer. It was getting really bad by the age of two he was reading two books a day and these were not easy reading, Advanced trigonometry, Applied physics, Functional Algorithms the Practical Manual. Real exciting reading material for 2 year old dog. Then it got worse, he started writing and publishing his own thereoms, equations, quantum mechanics, nano chip repair and maintenance. No body knew where he learned all this information from, but he seemed to know his shit. The dog was "for real" as the media reported. The reason for his popularity was not that he could speak English, lots of dogs could speak. There were probably 10,000 talking dogs in the world. which is essentially nothing as the world wide population of dogs was about 545,000,000 dogs. So the average live birth rate for a dog that could talk was 0.00018%. But there were approximately 10,000 dogs worldwide. The human population got used to seeing or hearing a dog talking. They were not used to seeing one that could Talk, Read. Write, and do mathematical equations from a graduate level calculus course. He ended the media circus around him. Then no body saw him for 4 months, when he reappeared he was a changed man. woops dog. Little Tex was strutting his stuff. Well that is the way everyone was looking at him. He also spoke French, Italian, Spanish, Portuguese, German, Scandinavian, Polish and Russian. He had been a busy dog. He studied during the day and then practiced what he learned on the local ladies dogs at night. Later he reflected to me that it was like having puberty condensed down to 4 months, When he got back to his studies he was ready to buckle down and get started on some of the Hypothesis and his crazy design ideas that he had thought of, up of 10 he had come up with in the past 6 months. What he had done in a short time for mathematics was astounding, But then the whole Space/Time equation, that not only got him his Doctorate in Mathematics and Theoretical Physics from MIT but his equations. theorem algorithms they were almost immediately tried, tested,re-tested, verified, Patents were issued to a legal Dog Citizen. So now he had a super brilliant mind with money to burn if he wanted io. MIT asked him to stay there and join the faculty as a Professor Emeritus. He agreed to the offer without thinking about it very much. He was here already, they were providing him with below market rate faculty housing (free)., He wasn't under their thumb, and they picked up a bunch of advertising money from the increased traffic to their web site. He had been there for almost a year before he announced his plans to teach a Class the following semester. Well, the faculty had never thought of this contingency. Having a Dog teach their MIT students. Something just did not seem right about it. They tried to stall the inevitable lecturer, Professor,Phd. Doctor's right to teach a class. They knew they had to acquiesce or the media backlash would be absolutely horrendous . They really weren't sure which would be worse having a dog teach a class at one of the top 10 Universities in the world, or not letting hin teach a class and be labeled a racistdoghater. the final vote was 7-3 to let him teach. In retrospect the right decision but not for the reasons one would think. It was a disaster. A total and complete disaster. Every student except two had dropped the class by the drop deadline. The two that stayed got the education of a lifetime in the next 10 weeks. The two bravest humans to ever grace MITs walls. The dog had gone Mad. It certainly seemed that way. He growled and sneered, bared his teeth in a seething rage when they did not understand the task or equation he proposed. Imagine having a huge guard dog growling in seething rage and in an attack stance ready to bite you if you did not have the correct answer in nano seconds. The two students knew they had no choice now but to follow the class to its conclusion. The first four weeks were filled with terror and shame. At some point TexRex had taken to mumbling the the "only good human was a dead human" and the two students were nearing a total mental breakdown. The next day the class went well, really well. He got mad once but did not even growl, maybe a little grimace if anything. The next day was the same if not even better. Not a bark, growl, howl, or just start screaming at you " You worthless dumb shit, do you not know the answer Betty?" that was one of his mainstay expressions. No doubt he watched a show on his media monitor. His other favorite statement or question to us was "so did the two of you morons do your fucking homework or are you again as brain dead as a fucking brick" He even carried a brick around with him, I guess as a prop to back up his statement. But now it was different. They had the answers to his questions and the right answers. Tex approved them and they both got b- in the class. But they were revered in the world of mathematics as the two first students to survive his class. And so it went, his class gained a almost Cult like following with the Hero’s being  those that finished the class. (Even if they failed the class, they survived and actually learned a lot more than they thought they would. So now TexRex had worldwide fame for the good and the bad. And a lot of the bad came from outside of class. See TexRex had gotten a healthy dose of his great grandfathers snoop dogg nature. He was a dog on the Prowl for the lady dogs at night. How he met these lusty doggies I do not know. Some say the internet dog dating sites, but I think they were groupies to his entourage. He always had something going on, and this lead to problems every now and again, and again, again? And then that is when I came into play in his life. Evidently he had gotten the University President/ Chancellor  two pure bred pekingees pregnant. Not one but both of them and Tex was 9 or 10 times larger then these lovely ladies dogs, That was bad but the list of his infractions with the lady dogs was a very long one. He had been at MIT for seven years now, but after two years they asked that I "adopt" him so he can have a strong father/brother figure in his life to demonstrate how to treat the female gender. Well it didn't start off to well, at all, but after 6 or 7 months of tough as nails standoffs , something clicked between the two of us. Maybe it was my understanding of his crazy hypothesis. Maybe because of my palate. We both ate well those first two years but as if our cycles in in sync we both declared that we had to go on a diet. We were getting fat, really fat. I had never had any of this before. So we started jogging together. Then working out at the gym and then a little field training.

[iyarpage]

MagicaVoxel 3D Art Tutorial

This is an abridged chapter from our book 3D Apple Games by Tutorials, which has been completely updated for Swift 4 and iOS 11. This tutorial is presented as part of our iOS 11 Launch Party — enjoy!

Since the dawn of time, humans have embraced their inner creativity. From the primitive cave paintings of ancient hominids, to the majesty and grace of such masterpieces as Leonardo da Vinci’s “Mona Lisa”, art has constantly evolved with time. You stand at the dawn of a new era, where the modern programmer will gift the world with programmer art! Grog and Leonardo would have been proud. :]

Prototyping apps, especially games, requires graphics — lots of graphics. Proper graphics take a very long time to create, and time is something most coders just don’t have. Programmer art is a nice compromise; you create a rough concept of the required art and use it as a placeholder until you can get around to making (or paying for) some decent game art.

Getting Started

Voxel graphics are a super easy and extremely fast way to create 3D content, and have become extremely popular for this reason. Out of the many tools available, MagicaVoxel is one of the best. Why? Because it’s free! Oh, and it’s pretty darn awesome too. :]

Note: Grab yourself a copy of MagicaVoxel at http://ift.tt/1KnLg3o and install it before you continue. It’s only a single download and runs on both macOS and Windows. Be sure to thank @ephtracy on Twitter for such an amazing free product.

Once installed, you’ll be greeted by a very interesting and unique UI. This is clearly a program created by a programmer, for programmers. Fear not, there is definitely some method to this madness; once you get the hang of it, you’ll fall in love with it.

You’ll notice that the UI is divided into expandable columns. Here’s what you’ll see from left to right:

Color Palette: The left-most column is your color palette. Here you can pick and choose from a whole spectrum of colors. You can even pick your very own custom color right at the bottom.

Brush: This is the second column, right next to the Color Palette. Here you can pick your brush mode. You can choose from modes like V (Voxel), F (Face), B (Box), L (Line), C (Center) and P (Pattern). You can also choose an action to Attach, Erase, Paint or Move voxels using the current brush.

View Options: You can find this section just below the Brush section in the same column. Here you can quickly toggle various display options like DG (Display Ground), SW (Display Shadow), BG (Display Background), Grid (Display Grid), Edge (Display Edges) and Frame (Display Frame).

Editor: This middle section is where you’ll edit all your voxel creations. You can navigate through this area with your mouse.

Rotate by holding the right-mouse button down while dragging, Zoom by rolling the mouse wheel up or down, and perform the selected Action by clicking the left-mouse button on the scene.

Set the Name of your voxel creation at the top of the editor. You can also set the Dimensions of your voxel creation; this model has the dimensions 20 21 20 noted at the top-right side of the editor.

Edit Options: The second last column on the right contains a set of common, useful operations that you might want to perform on your voxel creation. Zero empties the model, Fill fills the model with same color, Full sets the model to full volume. There are also operations to Rotate, Flip and Loop your model around an axis.

File Options: The very last column is where you can Load, Save, Save As, Duplicate and even Delete voxel models and patterns.

Export Options: You’ll find this section right at the bottom of the right-most column. These are all the available export options MagicaVoxel has to offer.

Note: Feel free to play around a bit first. Don’t be afraid, you won’t break anything. Review the above sections again in more detail to get a good feel for the entire UI before you continue with the next section. There is also an excellent video tutorial on their site.

Creating a Voxel Model

Time to get those clean hands dirty and build something spectacular: a handsome little Mr. Pig!

In this section you will follow precise instructions to build your own Mr. Pig. The process is quite similar to how you’d dissect a poor little frog in Biology class — only in reverse. :]

Note: The following workflow covers most of the basic techniques used to build voxel models using MagicaVoxel. Follow the steps carefully, and take particular notice of how you configure the brush in each step.

Creating a New Model

Start off by creating a blank slate for yourself.

Select New under File Options to create a new model. Set the voxel model dimensions to 9 9 9, then click Zero under the Editor Options to clear out the entire model.

Name the model MrPig at the top of the editor and press Enter when you’re done. Select Save when prompted:

Note: Your model will also now be available on the right-hand side, under the File Options.

Creating the Base

You’ll start by creating the base of Mr. Pig’s body.

Select a nice light piggy-pink color from the color palette on the left.

Set the brush by pressing B to go into Box Mode, then press T to select Attach.

Hover to position (x: 1, y: 7, z: -1). Left-click and hold the mouse button while dragging to (x: 7, y: 7, z: -1). Release once you’re there to create a one voxel-high base.

Extruding the Base

Change the brush by pressing F to go into Face Mode, and make sure Attach is still selected.

Left-click the top face of the base layer to extrude it one voxel upwards. Repeat this until the base box is 6 voxels high:

You can toggle Grid in View Options to help see the dimensions more clearly.

Creating the Head

Now to create the section that houses the most important part of Mr. Pig — his brains! It’s also important to point out that the accuracy of a voxel pig’s anatomy is never to be questioned. :]

Change the brush back to Box Mode by pressing B, again making sure that Attach is selected.

Start off at position (x: 2, y: 6, z: 5). Left-click and drag to (x: 6, y: 4, z: 5):

Creating the Snout

Now to construct the second most important part of Mr. Pig — his snout!

Select a dark pink color from the color palette on the left.

Using the same brush settings from the previous step, create a box from (x: 2, y: 1, z: 3) to (x: 6, y: 1, z: 1):

Carving out Nostrils and Eyes

How on earth will Mr. Pig sniff out those lovely hidden truffles without actual nostrils in his snout?

Change the brush to Voxel Mode by pressing V. Then press R to select Erase.

Erase two nostrils in his snout, using the image below as a reference:

Separate his big eyes too while you’re at it:

Creating the Tail

Time to play Pin-the-Tail-on-the-Piggy. :] Make sure you still have the same dark pink color selected as before.

Rotate the pig 180 degrees around the y-axis to expose the pig’s hind-side.

While still in Voxel Mode, press T to select Attach and build a little spiral tail starting at (x: 4, y: 7, z: 2) so that it resembles this image:

Once done, rotate that pig 180 degrees around the y-axis again so that you can finish up his front-side.

Adding Ears

Mr. Pig needs to listen for oncoming traffic; you’ll give your pig the gift of hearing with some ear flaps.

Use the same dark pink color and brush settings as before.

Press 1 to turn on mirroring along the x-axis. You will notice the mirror X button will turn on. Whatever you do now on one side will automatically mirror to the other side.

Start building one ear, voxel by voxel, and you’ll see the other ear built at the same time. Reference these images to get a sense of where to start and where to end:

Adding Legs

What do you call a pig without legs? Ground pork! :] Right now, Mr. Pig sits on the bottom of the bounding box, so you need to move him upwards to make room for his little legs. You can either go into Move Mode and drag your model one voxel upwards or hold down the Command key and drag one voxel upwards to get the same effect.

Now, rotate the pig upwards so that his belly is exposed. With the same color and brush settings, make sure mirroring is still turned on along the x-axis. Start building the hind legs first, then the front legs. Again, use the images as your reference:

Finishing Touches

You’re almost done; all that’s left is to color in the missing bits and pieces.

To do that, go into Paint Mode by pressing G.

Select a white color from the palette on the left and click on the voxels that form the white of Mr. Pig’s eyes. Once you’re done, select a black color and paint in the pupils:

Next, angle the pig so that he directly faces you.

Paint in his dark ears and dark nostrils like so:

Excellent! You’ve completed your first voxel model. To top it off, you’ve also learned quite a few useful tips and tricks along the way.

Exporting the Voxel Model

Now that you’ve created some awesome voxel art, you’re probably eager to use it in your game! Unfortunately, SceneKit doesn’t directly support MagicaVoxel’s native file format .vox. Luckily, there’s a way to save your bacon, and that is to export your voxel model in the more commonly used .obj format.

The .obj file format, is an open-standard geometry definition developed by Wavefront Technologies and supported by many 3D authoring tools.

Exporting a voxel model from MagicaVoxel is as easy as falling off a hog. Er — log. :]

Exporting a Voxel Model As An .obj

Mr. Pig needs a nemesis — enter Mr. Wolf!

Note: There’s a special surprise waiting for you under the resources folder. In there you’ll find a MrWolf.vox file, which you’ll use to explore exporting .vox files to .obj. Copy MrWolf.vox to Applications/MagicaVoxel/vox, then open up the model in MagicaVoxel.

Once you’ve got Mr. Wolf loaded, you can take a look at the steps to export him in a useful format.

To export any voxel model from MagicaVoxel as an .obj, simply click obj under the Export section at the bottom right:

If you don’t see the option listed, simply click Export to expand the menu.

Supply a file name and destination for the files to be exported. For now, leave everything at their default and click Save.

Excellent — you’re all done. Yup, it’s that simple!

You’ll find your exported files under Applications/MagicaVoxel/export/. You can also find a copy of these in the resources folder of your project for your convenience.

MagicalVoxel exports three distinct files as part of your model:

MrWolf.mtl: This is the material library file that contains definitions for colors, textures and a reflection map.

MrWolf.obj: This is the Wavefront .obj file that contains the geometry information for your voxel model.

MrWolf.png: This is your voxel model’s diffuse texture map, which contains all the colors used in your model.

Where to Go From Here?

You can download the finished version of these models here.

You accomplished a lot in this tutorial:

MagicaVoxel: You now know how easy it is to create your very own stunning voxel graphics.

Exporting: You learned how to export your voxel models into a commonly used .obj format. Now you can use your voxel models with any available 3D authoring tool out there.

Creating art for your game has never been easier than with voxel graphics. Programmer art using voxel graphics can be a great time-saver, but it might also expose your hidden talent for fun and funky game art!

Now that you’ve got mad voxel skills, nothing is going to stop you from creating your very own mega-hit voxel styled game!

If you enjoyed what you learned in this tutorial, why not check out the complete 3D Apple Games by Tutorials book, available on our store?

The trailer below gives you a good, fast overview of what the book’s about:

Here’s an overview of what’s in the book:

Section I: Hello, SceneKit!: This section covers the basics of making 3D games with SceneKit. You’ll look at the most important techniques used in almost every 3D SceneKit game created, and by the end of this section you’ll know enough to make your very own little 3D game: Geometry Fighter. This is a Fruit Ninja style game, with colorful geometric shapes thrown up into the air for your pure destructive indulgence. Seek out your inner Darth Vader and use the force to destroy the colorful shapes with a single touch of death!

Section II: The SceneKit Editor: Xcode include a variety of standard built-in tools; in this section, you’ll take an in-depth look at them. These tools will make building your 3D games with SceneKit easier, faster and even more fun. Throughout this section you’ll be making a game called Breaker, which is based on Breakout, but it adds a nice new 3D look and feel. Keep your paddle and ball close by, so you can go bust up some bricks!

Section III: Intermediate SceneKit: In this section you will create stunning a make belief world, with a shiny wooden relic awaits brave warriors with exceptional balancing skills to guide it through a maze high up in the sky. The game is called Marble Maze, and is somewhat based on the Labyrinth-styled games with a twist.

Section IV: Other Platforms: In this section, you’ll learn how to leverage your iOS knowledge to build games for the other Apple Platforms: macOS, tvOS and watchOS.

Section V: Advanced SceneKit: “The SceneKit Force is quite strong within you, young apprentice.” (Read in a deep, heavy, asthmatic breathing voice. :] ) In this section, you’ll learn few more advanced techniques, as well as apply all the skills you’ve learned up to this point, to creating an awesome little voxel style game. By the end of this section, you’ll know enough to take on the big Hipster Whales out there with your very own game: Mr. Pig. This is a Crossy Road style game with stunning voxel graphics, a catchy tune and some cool sound effects. No need to get your tail in a twist or ham it up — we’ll walk you through every step of building the game!

Section VI: 3D Game Art: We’ve also included a bonus chapter, all about creating your own voxel-style art, à la Mr. Pig!

By the end of this book, you’ll have some great hands-on experience with how to build exciting, good-looking games using Swift and SceneKit!

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