#it's a test of mettle!

[waterwindow]

Soldier players are admirable to me and you doing some guiding to the anons is really cool, might try rocket jumping again we'll see

-a demo player that can sometimes mid air sticky jump and can glide across the ground on upward from blu spawn till the mine exit(and is bad at rockets)

hey airpogo is legit, most demojumping is hella hardcore :D one of my best friends is a cracked demo jumper AND soldier jumper (because I love having an excuse to gush about my friends here's some of his stuff)

You can absolutely have both. But I'll warn you, Rocket and Sticky jumping both are very difficult and they legitimately take many years to get really good at. Just remember to keep working hard and don't give up on yourself and have faith that you will improve. I believe in you!

[uncanny-tranny]

There's this pull in recovery to feel behind in comparison to your peer group, and that's, of course, a valid feeling. It's understandable, but I think a lot of what we don't remember is that... they often aren't starting out in the same place you are.

I think part of the reason so many feel terrible about "being behind" is that it feels like we have to blame ourselves for being behind. If you just weren't affected by it, you'd be right where your peers are, right? It's a way to blame yourself in severe cases.

Recovery isn't about "catching up," I think. It's about pressing the play button and letting yourself live. You might never "catch up," you might never be at the "same level," but that fundamentally doesn't change that your life is worth living how you want it to.

[keen2meecha]

y'all we have a beginning!

y'all really liked the cat from the tag game, so here's more about the city cats; our big-eared girl is named lacey and she has a shoe shop named after he :3

transcript under the cut

[Stray cats weren’t an unusual sight in the streets of Mikils. Legend had it that the single-handed responsibility for that lay with old Lord Christian, a Duke by Proxy three generations ago and owner of seventeen cats at once. If his cats bred as much as he did — well into his nineties, even — this was entirely possible.

Despite their high number (or, more likely, because of it) most of them spent their time fighting or hunting or sleeping.

On this specific evening — and, indeed, most evenings — one black cat with particularly large ears wove through alleyways and legs with dogged purpose. She’d been picked up twice and smothered with kisses once. But even an offering of dried minnows had only distracted her for a few minutes.

She had a mission, and target accuracy that would make a messenger pigeon weep.]

[fyresaber]

“he’s too stubborn to die” is so cloyingly affectionate i don’t know what to do with myself. i know snow delivering hope to her whole and alive and settled (passed out and injured as he was) did wonders for his credibility in her eyes.

[aspiringnexu]

Saw a post a while ago that mentioned a debate among Star Wars fans and Star Trek fans about the typical who-would-win between a Borg Cube and the Death Star.

I'll leave them to that debate because who-would-win is highly dependent on the plot anyway and that kind of debate only leads to arguments (plus I find it incredibly boring, I'd much rather debate things like the similarities and disparities between human cultures in the two universes, one with and one without Earth, that would be interesting). But what did catch my eye was a mini-debate later on with people discussing whether or not said Cube would detect the Death Star approaching, the argument being that the modes of travel in the two different universes (namely warp and hyperspace) are so different that the Cube wouldn't be able to detect the Death Star until it reverted to real space.

Which reminded me how much I love that the two travel systems are so similar and yet so different.

I won't be able to get too technical, I'm sure some fans know the exact ins and outs of both kinds of space traversal, but the fundamental difference is how the ships attain FTL, or Faster Than Light. Because otherwise space travel takes FOREVER.

In Star Trek they use impulse engines to putter about for more precision maneuvering but use warp engines to achieve FTL, the warp engines 'warping' space by making a subspace bubble around the ship and therefore insulating it from the extreme pressures of breaking normal physics. As you do.

In Star Wars they use sublight engines for the usual puttering and maneuvering but instead they rely on the hyperdrive to achieve FTL which punts the ship into hyperspace, basically a parallel dimension where ships can achieve FTL without undue stress to the ship itself.

In both cases ships can be pulled out of their warp bubbles or their hyperspace streams due to factors in normal space. In Star Wars, for example, there exist Interdictor class ships which produce massive gravity wells, similar to those of moons or any other significant cosmic body which forces ships to drop out of hyperspace in order to avoid crashing into said body. (This also makes jumping into hyperspace too close to a planetary body incredibly risky. Not impossible, mind, but there is a reason planetary governments have a minimum distance allocated for incoming and outgoing ships.) Star Wars also makes a big deal out of Hyperspace Lanes (there was an entire war fought over them at one point) which are routes that have been confirmed to be empty of any cosmic phenomena discounting the occasional asteroid that wanders in. They're used as major shipping lanes and commercial passenger transports as a result. You can, of course, elect not to use the routes but you run the risk of encountering surprises even with a navicomputer.

In Star Trek the same rules seem to apply with various cosmic phenomena able to disrupt the warp drive and pull the ship out of warp, whether it be extreme gravimetric distortions that require precision piloting to avoid or nebula too thick for the engines to filter or, really, the list goes on. Could be anything from a nebula to the glowing green hand of a supposed Greek god stopping you from going to warp.

But regardless of the actual metrics of the two kinds of space travel, I find the idea that neither ship would be expecting the other to just appear incredibly amusing.

Neither universe would have any experience with a ship that travels in a space bubble or a ship that just casually drops in from another dimension and really why focus on inter-fandom discourse when you can focus on the incidental comedy?

[gigginox]

monster hunter is funny cuz theyll be like "elder dragons are extremely rare and dangerous .. we havent seen this one in centuries we need to take utmost caution with this" and then theyll have a quest thats like "ok we put 4 elder dragons in the arena go nuts have fun"

[legionofpotatoes]

man post-andor star wars feels so embarrassing

[draconxs]

The urge to know what a fight between Whitebeard and Kai.do would have been like grows stronger by the second. I might be hazy on the details but didn't he want to show up to Marineford for that reason and to stir shit up but got curbed by Sha.nks? Regardless especially if it happened when they were younger, the amount of destruction between those two would be massive.

[a2zsportsnews]

A Test of Their Met-tle: New York Takes NLDS Opener

Bill Streicher-Imagn Images PHILADELPHIA — I suppose coming back from a 1-0 deficit is child’s play to a team that, last time out, overturned a 2-0 ninth-inning deficit against one of the best closers in the league. A team that clinched its playoff berth with a six-run eighth inning in Atlanta, coughed that lead up, then took it back for good an inning later. A team that, on August 28, was just…

[onswifterwings]

I have been tagged by @man--eater to share some work in progress, and save myself from the crippling grip of procrastination!

Here's a snippet of my big boy Herald's life in Heaven.

With every strike my forging hammer made a loud and pointed PANG! I had been folding the angelic steel in on itself over and over tapering the long teardrop globule to an angry looking point. My goggles clung to my eyes with a slight sticky sweat. My arms ached with a pleasant edge to the feeling. It was yet another commission for one of the Exorcist elites. My hammer rang out again and again. Pounding out the melody to the song that was my working day. Once a year the Exorcists flew out around the perimeter of heaven. Checking for weak spots and ensuring our Kingdom continued to be secure. Not in hundreds of millenia was a chink in Heaven’s armor ever found.Every year the Foundry would become flooded with requests for new and more elaborate blades, spears, and daggers which I was happy to construct. My time on earth was not much different than my time in heaven. Hard days, followed by quiet nights. The ebb and flow of the work song that made up my life, and afterlife. There was satisfaction in the day to day rigors of my employment. I oddly found it even more satisfying than my home life, which was quiet and simple. Lyre and I had built a life together in this realm and the earthly one. 

“Herald?” I put my hammer down and looked up to see my darling Lyre walk into my little corner of the foundry, flanked by another exorcist and her direct superior. A fastidious and no-nonsense woman named Lute. I snapped my goggles up on my forehead and went to Lyre, arms out for a hug. “Oh not just now dear, we’re here on business.” she said briskly, lightly patting at my wide and leather aproned chest. I dropped my arms sheepishly. Thank Heavens I was hot and sweaty already otherwise they would have seen me flush with embarrassment.

Lute stepped forward, all business and handed me a large folder. “These are some of the new design requests for our annual perimeter patrol. How quickly can you get them done?” I shuffled through some of them, all neatly designed on blueprint paper from the various Exorcist elites. Between two of the pages toward the middle I plucked out what looked like a hastily drawn doodle on a food stained napkin. There was chicken scratch writing all over it, most of which I could barely read. Did that say “Make it metal as FUK!”? It had what looked like a crude design for a battle ax that was also… “Is this a guitar?” I quizzically asked,  flipping the drawing to face my visitors. A loud and boisterous BELCH echoed through the halls of the foundry. “DAMN FUCKIN’ RIGHT IT IS!!!” Then around the corner of my workshop walked in Lord Adam, the First Man, carrying what looked like an entire tray of some kind of hors d'oeuvres.  “So!” Lord Adam barked through a mouthful of cheese and bread. “This the guy that’s build the BEST fuckin’ weapon Heaven’s ever seen?”

[priyamalhotrapm]

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[raoulgoldenlake]

The fear box lived (? if it is alive. functioned is maybe a better word) long enough to become what it feared: an arm of the state that could kill without repercussions!

tortall was really like “yeah we have a box that makes people live out their worst fears. no we have no idea why. we put teenagers in it”

[shotmrmiller]

who is taking full offense that you're not wincing as you take a seat after spending all night split open and why is it ghoap? because it's ghoap.

it's johnny choking on his eggs while you plop onto the chair, legs creaking under the weight. he'd remembered having to warm compress for days after his first ghost lay. hissing through his teeth every time he had to sit on any flat surface. even now, as a seasoned veteran, he still wakes to a lingering ache. it'd be impressive if he didn't feel a bit slighted. (you took them both last night and the only thing average about him is his height.)

it's simon, thinking about how johnny made him take it easier on you. dinnae wanna scare 'er off, he'd said, yer too intense, and here you are, prettier now that your neck and chest is peppered in their love bites, wearing his shirt and johnny's boxers, with an appetite to rival that of price's. clearly you can handle him. handle them. he'll test your mettle soon enough. (that he wants to see you look up at him with discomfort pooling in your eyes after the fact is something he'll keep to himself.)

(it's you, limping to the bathroom in the middle of the night and almost sobbing when you spot the bottle of tylenol on the counter, swallowing it with a cupped hand full of sink water. as you sit in front of them now, foot coming to rest on simon's thigh, there's a lingering ache that no doubt would've left you curled up in bed for most of the morning. thank god for medicine.)

[beeapocalypse]

yayy skin granny everyone give it up for skin granny

[blackjackkent]

We're going to use Meems's sneaky tunnel route, but Springy mentioned there was some funny dialogue if you choose the bash-in-the-door strategy, so let's check that out quickly first:

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[eternitynews]

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