#nonreflective

[direwombat]

ooooh. wait. i've been scratching my head to find ways to give john more page time in katc and what if i wrote a scene where john is marching syb and a few other prisoners (maybe hurk and sharky) up towards the remains of the YES sign (destroyed by syb, hurk, and sharky) and he holds them at gunpoint while they start rebuilding it.

[asklordcaptaincastronova]

Do you wash your pants in Windex? Because I can see myself in them.

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What?

[stirdrawsandreblaws]

hunted down my 3DS just to show the official pronunciations for Arceus in English, French, German, Italian, Spanish, and Japanese

hope this helps

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: Emotions

“Emotion” is a term that came into use in the English language in the 17th and 18th centuries as a translation of the French term “émotion” but did not designate “a category of mental states that might be systematically studied” until the mid-19th century (Dixon 2012: 338; see also Dixon 2003; Solomon 2008).

Many of the things we call emotions today have been the object of theoretical analysis since Ancient Greece, under a variety of language-specific labels such as passion, sentiment, affection, affect, disturbance, movement, perturbation, upheaval, or appetite.

This makes for a long and complicated history, which has progressively led to the development of a variety of shared insights about the nature and function of emotions, but no consensual definition of what emotions are, either in philosophy or in affective science.

3 Traditions in the Study of Emotions

Emotions as: Feelings, Evaluations, and Motivations

Although emotion theories differ on multiple dimensions, they can be usefully sorted into three broad traditions:

The Feeling Tradition - takes the way emotions feel to be their most essential characteristic, and defines emotions as distinctive conscious experiences.

The Evaluative Tradition - regards the way emotions construe the world as primary, and defines emotions as being (or involving) distinctive evaluations of the eliciting circumstances.

The Motivational Tradition - defines emotions as distinctive motivational states.

(Scarantino, 2016)

Each tradition faces the task of articulating a prescriptive definition of emotions that is theoretically fruitful and compatible at least to some degree with ordinary linguistic usage.

And although there are discipline-specific theoretical objectives, there also is a core set of explanatory challenges that tends to be shared across disciplines:

Differentiation: How are emotions different from one another, and from things that are not emotions?

Motivation: Do emotions motivate behavior, and if so, how?

Intentionality: Do emotions have object-directedness, and if so, can they be appropriate or inappropriate to their objects?

Phenomenology: Do emotions always involve subjective experiences, and if so of what kind?

Emotions as Constructions

Constructionists are convinced that emotions are put together on the fly and in flexible ways using building blocks that are not specific to emotions, roughly in the way cooked foods are constructed from ingredients that are not specific to them and could be used according to alternative recipes.

One of the ingredients out of which emotions are built is said to be core affect, which is a:

neurophysiological state that is consciously accessible as a simple, nonreflective feeling that is an integral blend of hedonic (pleasure–displeasure) and arousal (sleepy–activated) values. (Russell 2003: 147)

Psychological constructionists emphasize that we are always in some state of core affect, which is a sort of barometer that informs us of our “relationship” to the flow of events.

The readings of the barometer are feelings, understood as blends of pleasure-displeasure and activation-deactivation.

These readings can be represented as points along a “circumplex structure”, with the vertical axis representing the degree of activation-deactivation and the horizontal axis representing the degree of pleasure-displeasure (Russell 1980).

Despite the great diversity of views on the nature and function of emotions, a broad consensus has emerged on a number of topics. Here is a tentative list of what a plurality of emotion theorists agree about, with brief mention of where the disagreements begin:

ONE. Emotion episodes involve, at least in prototypical cases, a set of evaluative, physiological, phenomenological, expressive, behavioral, and mental components that are diagnostic of emotions and are to some degree correlated with one another.

The degree to which these correlations are instantiated continues to be a central topic of theoretical debate: latent variable models assume that emotions cause the changes in components and expect to find strong correlations, whereas emergent variable models assume that emotions emerge from changes in components caused by something other than emotions and expect to find weak correlations.

TWO. Token episodes of the same folk emotion type (e.g., anger, fear, shame) manifest a great deal of variability with respect to expressive, behavioral, physiological and phenomenological features, as well as intensity, duration, valence, arousal, type and range of intentional objects.

Researchers disagree on whether underlying all this variability there exist measurable bodily patterns of some kind that are still distinctive of different emotions.

THREE. Emotions have intentionality or the ability to represent.

Researchers disagree on whether emotions represent descriptively or imperatively or both, on what exact contents they represent, and on what grounds the emotion-world representation relation. A small minority of researchers, hailing mostly from the enactivist movement, have argued that emotions lack representational qualities.

FOUR. The physical seat of emotions is the brain, but there are no neural circuits that correspond one-to-one with any folk emotion type, and brains are embodied and embedded in environments that are essential to their proper functioning.

Researchers disagree on how exactly the brain implements tokens of different emotion types, and whether emotional phenomena are best understood in terms of emotion-specific or emotion-unspecific neural mechanisms.

FIVE. Emotions typically involve conscious experiences, but such experiences are not strictly necessary for an emotion to be instantiated, in part because some emotion terms refer to dispositions and in part because most theorists consider feelings conceptually distinct from non-dispositional emotions.

A handful of influential researchers such as LeDoux (2017) and Barrett (2017) continue to identify emotions with conscious experiences.

SIX. Evolutionary and socio-cultural considerations must both contribute to our understanding of a great many emotions’ functions. These are both intra-personal functions —e.g., helping organisms coordinate organismic resources to deal with urgent demands—and interpersonal functions —e.g., communicating information useful for the negotiation of social transactions.

Researchers continue to debate whether there is sufficient empirical evidence for basic emotions and other special-purpose emotion mechanisms. Some see the role of evolution as limited to the shaping of general-purpose adaptations, such as core affect and the ability to categorize, which jointly lead to the emergence of emotions.

SEVEN. Emotions are no longer considered structurally opposed to reason.

Researchers continue to debate the circumstances in which emotions manifest various kinds of cognitive and strategic irrationality.

EIGHT. Emotions can be appropriate or inappropriate with respect to their intentional objects.

Researchers debate the grounds of, and distinctions between, different forms of appropriateness (e.g., fittingness, moral appropriateness).

NINE. Emotions typically involve appraisals of the significance of the stimulus situation, ranging between primitive and sophisticated forms of information processing.

Researchers debate what the structure of appraisals is, and whether appraisals cause or constitute emotions or both.

TEN. Emotions typically correlate with changes in motivation to do things.

Some researchers think emotions cause or consist in such changes in motivation, whereas others think that changes in motivation have other causes, or are too unspecific to ground a theory of what emotions are.

The exploration of these insights and the resolution of the disagreements around them is a thriving interdisciplinary project in contemporary emotion theory.

Philosophers and affective scientists will continue to engage in it for years to come, putting their distinctive theoretical skills at the service of projects of common interest.

Source ⚜ More: Writing Notes & References Word Lists: Uncommon Emotions ⚜ Other Words to Use ⚜ Positive Feelings

[romcomeon]

⌞ 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 ! ⌝

⨾ honey, are you coming. can't help that it's worth it.

⨾ she's a '90s supermodel. sfw version, barbatos x gn!mc, obey me x måneskin, electricguitarist!mc, we got an awestruck + lovedrunk combo for the butler with this one, established relationships, mildly suggestive, song fic? there are lyrics of the songs sprinkled throughout. use of they/them pronouns, use of petnames [dearest, baby]

⨾ i'm beggin', beggin' you. wc ≈ 3.0K

⨾ sip the gossip. very short. very unserious. last-minute barbatos gift cus i wasn't able to finish the type i error fic. happy birthday barbi, i present to you the metalhead partner of your greediest fantasies/j oh and yes this was a reupload, since this early in the morning i wanted to fix this a bit, so pardon for that ;v;

You can't deny yourself the pleasure of different genres.

A contrast that sticks out: when you expected one instance from something, but the result shows one that is significantly different. The thing is, it can 't just be good or not; it all depends on how you take it. Sometimes, it makes you wonder what songs they play at the palace of so-called miseries.

How there's a long multitude of music to enjoy for each and everyone. It's universal, per say, and as refine as other music is sought out to be, sometimes all you ever desire has to unleash the inner turmoil burning deep within your chest.

It didn't have to be real, it just had to feel real.

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The riff, the bass, starting notes shifting from F#5 to C#5: all were familiar harmonies to Barbatos' ears. It's odd, as usually festivities didn't start around the rising moon. Ideally around noon to account for preparations, though some would opt to drown their worries in the morning to fully immerse themselves in celebration at night.

He never anticipated waking up to the sound of speakers blaring the strongly magnified tones to breach the walls of the Demon Lord's Castle. He never imagined hearing static transforming into rhythmic tunes, with certain notes switching and playing in an alluring sequence. He, for one, never imagined for such music to play so strongly; drawing him out his bed as these notes dragged the butler by an invisible rope.

While he can and could predict it, Barbatos doesn't mind. He would put away all his power and oneself if it meant obtaining 'utmost satisfaction'.

As it was five in the morning along the Devildom clock. Around a time the earliest of early birds would wake up, yes, although most would be tucked to sleep; especially fellow RAD attendees where classes start 9 o'clock on the dot. Yet something compelled a glance out the window, a need to see something— confirm reality or cease the imagination.

It's not that he was compelled to check if the song itself was correct. Frankly, it was plainly obvious even to a casual listener. If you have a trouble discerning a song from many others as "all instrumentals sound the same" even when the latter song could be pitched at an octave higher, the lyrics reinforced that assumption.

"What's your thoughts about religion?" the voice growled out. Stable yet shaky, all while keeping a snappy tempo. As if each word paused right by a period or comma; semicolon or dashes while repeating the same set of harmonics for every subsequent syllable. "Are you close to your mother?"

Hook him by word of mouth, entrance him by the tongue. It feels so good — almost frightening.

Jade eyes momentarily widened, blinking. Barbatos had to pull the red curtain away to get a better glimpse. The sky stood still, vaguely illuminated by the neon city lights. You were standing on what appears to be one of Diavolo's unused vehicles: he could tell from the long angular model, the nonreflective maroon surface, and the firing golden plate number at its front. Hidden within dark igneous clouds, light tried seeping through every chance it got. Through hellish landscapes, you looked heaven sent.

"Tell me 'bout your dream vacation, and all of your ex lovers," the line delivery followed by the subtle click of your tongue. Immediately after that you had to move your fingers along the guitar strings as if you didn't want him to catch a break.

As if the moon abides in your favour, the light illuminated was enough to cast an iridescent spotlight. The white perfectly spit from turquoise and pink, hitting your sweaty cheeks and crinkled yellow shirt. While your five-year-old and counting electric guitar shone back most of the light, you were basked in it. Others reflect these colors, yet you embody them like crystalline gems.

Barbatos had to be honest, he gasped at the moment you whipped your hair back while seemingly losing yourself to the music.

"Is it..." the butler whispered to himself. He couldn't perish the thought of reality. You were there, right before his eyes, performing on stage but trapped in your own psychic tapestry.

In moments notice, he'd stand there frozen. The human, beloved by many, master of the avatars, representative of humanity, was strumming along to the guitar like a maniac. The long wires connected to large speakers, and not only that, you had a mic. A working microphone stand.

Many thoughts circled is head, and before one knew it, he had already been perched up at the balcony. Still in his sage green slacks, he clung to the marble ridges of the railing.

Tell him, what's that look on your face? The widest grin with a smile that reaches your eyes, added to furrowed brows while you squint to not get too blinded by the light.

"He puts his hands on his hips, begging 'please end this conversation'..."

The speakers thump to your every word, and all remains from the night before rolled up to a perfectly adorable little summary. For one, the shirt you wore irked the faint smell of Barbatos' cologne, and how it had stains along its seams.

You forced the mic closer to you, your legs tapping along to the music. "Baby said, 'when you talk, and I go dead' 'just your mouth, give me your head."

All it did for the ever growing fire in your soul to ignite was seeing him break into a smile. His elbow on the railing, his resting the side of his face on his had. You knew he'd really want this.

Does he deserve it? My my... You're a diamond.

Alone at parties in a deadly silhouette, it came to a drastic surprise when those who aren't too familiar with the Lord's butler had an affinity for such genre. Truly, they have never seen him in such a state of ecstasy.

Barbatos never seemed to be one to find things 'fun'. Delightful? sure. Exquisite? of course. Immaculate? perhaps. Enjoyable? Thrilling? Remarkable? There could be a whole manuscript of words, but 'fun' ousted itself like a young seedling amongst great trees.

Rarely has he ever reserved time for himself, and it is usually as a request from others. Not that he doesn't see the value in taking a break; he will surely indulge in it himself if necessary. But in Barbatos' eyes, it isn't practical.

In contrast to Diavolo, whose childish demeanor outshines his princely duties - much to the council's dismay - Barbatos was his guide. As Lucifer might've been the voice of reason who often takes responsibility for nearly triple quarter of the devil's work, Barbatos was a guiding light: an observant to be sure that no path goes astray. It was never not expected that others have a rigid view of his character, much less consider his other likes.

Yet why betray him the privilege of enjoyment? He truly hoped your perception of him didn't end there. If it did - how pitiful.

When he's particularly upset, he'd brew up the finest tea to the brash melodies of rock and metal. The serene atmosphere of golden highlighted crimson wallpaper, the smell wafts itself in the air with how small skulls shape themselves from the steam. And as you enter such a display, the first ever sound you'd here was the excruciating, hinting deathly scream of a low, raspy voice from the record player.

And he'd look up from sipping his tea, offering you a smile that only emphasizes his hospitality.

It wasn't practical, which was why he blends his favourite past times with his usual tasks. He didn't have to be in such a down mood for one to hear the snaring of drums and loud guttural growls from the castle's kitchen. Starting off with the Devildom's version of metal: rather hellish and would break the average mortal's ears by the first second. It's a special earful if you got the singles that sung it in their faction's native language. Though Latin would be Barbatos' preference "et in hora mortis nostrae".

That changed upon the introduction of human world rock. It's shallower, mellower to the ones he and any other demon is used to. But it's different. It doesn't necessarily channel a destructive output, yet it was a good change of pace.

That was far before you two started dating.

Months thereafter his adoration for the vividly wild instrumentals and appreciation to each throat-wrenching strain gradually grew. You knew that. When you're not looking, he's etching records of your song to always and forever, remember, Was there a moment where he'd skip a chance to listen to you practice? He'd always make time.

Until then, the little D's watch as the, once more, renowned butler of the castle wiggling his hands along imaginary strings, too deep in the moments as he waits for the kettle to boil. They admit, it was a rather endearing sight.

"Yeah, he's a master. Compliments!!" they'd all cheer. On occasion, Diavolo would witness these brief minutes himself. Actually? He'd watch silently before Barbatos quickly comes back to his decorum upon the sight of the prince.

Besides, it was more than enjoyable. Listening to him say the words "let me taste your silhouette, you can talk between my legs" was extremely entertaining. You wouldn't necessarily hear him say the exact words in person and that was the point, it was a form of expression.

What can the prince say? The tea tasted better when made with passion. And after that was the start of a normal day; well aware, the usual. This was a routine that everyone can get by on.

Just what felt like millennia ago, you and him were alone in one of the corners of the classroom. Free period; better to finish some additional seat work, though at this time you didn't feel like doing it. It just so happens to also be the hour where Barbatos was also free, so you'd consider this a win.

"Put your lovin' hand out baby," you spoke in a sing-song voice, extending your hand towards the butler. You sat on the wooden chair, your free arm lays on the backing as you leaned forward to resting your chins along your elbow. You legs wide opening to be able to sit in such orientation when the back was now the front.

Your darling only shook his head. "For sure you can do better," he teased, speaking in an every so slightly cocky tone.

You pouted your lips, cocking your head to the side. "But, baby, let me."

"You spoil yourself," Barbatos said. The legs of the chair scraped against the floor as he pulled it closer to you, finally sitting down at your side, close enough that your knees brushed against each other. You felt his presence near, and for a moment, it distracted you from the nagging thoughts in your head. You'd think you'd beg for more, but also something had been circulating your mind. August was near, and so far you.. needed confirmation.

You leaned back slightly, your fingers tapping absent-mindedly on the chair's back as your thoughts drifted. "I heard you've been listening to that band I recommended," you said, shrugging a bit.

It wasn't too long when you first recommended him Måneskin. Consider yourself the next Thomas Raggi, all the same you're confident enough in your skill level. You'd practice their songs in secret, hoping that, just once, you'd be able to perform for a single audience. You'd play it hard and fast 'cus you had everything.

He raised an eyebrow "Ah," his curiosity piqued. "I see the news has reached you as well."

"Gossip. And it's near obvious." You spoke with a hum, standing up from your chair. Still leaning onto it for support, your knees against the rounded edges. "So, what song are you listening to?"

That was a billion grimms' worth question. Barbatos paused for a moment, carefully considering his answer. You watched as his green eyes glance back at you, the subtle movement of his green hair flowing along to the tilt of his head in your direction.

"Hmm.. and why would you wish to know?"

You pouted again. " Please? "

Barbatos sighed. Truly, he was not exempted from any request when it was especially you. "Since you asked so kindly, then I shall."

All ears up, you listen to his words carefully. While not especially a favourite, he admitted: "Baby Said".

You nodded along in understanding, thinking on how to practice this while your subconscious human turn to your own depiction of the said song's instrumental. Only one thing was on your mind on that moment — "ohh.. good taste."

You hadn't even noticed him leaving the room, too focused to listen to the ongoing conversations. Your fingers snap themselves to the beat of the song; well the electric guitar had always been the highlight.

To think you held his heart captive twice in a row was a near understatement. Even so, it takes a lot of meticulous and carefully curated, well-thought-out actions to effectively hide surprises from Barbatos. Seriously, you wonder how he's well aware of everything, powers aside. It's not like he always uses it.

You felt shivers from the night before. His taste lingering from your tongue, the blurry memory of his hands tracing the side of your body. How you had to cover yourself with the large satin blanket, trying to at least be a bit modest.

It was a miracle how he managed to have a bed in a room filled with hexes, portals to other universes and other forms of magic. Amidst all the unsightly elements, his room was tidy.

Though you aren't the most careful of individuals. Loosening yourself from his iron grip wasn't enough, but to do so without moving too much was beyond a hassle. Furthermore, sliding off the bed instead of lifting yourself up felt as if waking him up would be the end of you.

Nonetheless, it was partly manageable.

You had no choice. Beggin' and prayin' you hadn't caused that much of a mess. You also cleaned out a few of your valuables out of courtesy- if you were able to identify them to begin with. The mix of whole and shredded fabric in a dim lit room should be a crime in itself.

That should answer most of the embarrassing questions. You hopes that he wouldn't mind a more... well, residents say "annoying" or "unethical" which was a whole irony in itself, but for you you can just refer to it as: convenient.

And it was worth it.

Your eyes looked back at your beloved, whose attention dangles from above the balcony. You couldn't help it, you just had to let out a playful scoff at that.

Ignore the microphone, the gardens were your amphitheatre. No static can overcome the sudden impulse to surge through the buildup. To let all realms hear your hearts-and-tears rendition. It may cause a strain in your voice, but you didn't care.

"I wish he didn't but my baby said!"

Pools of pink and gold swirl in your irises. A sharp, crazed look adorned your otherwise earthly features. There's the insanity oozing itself out your system, prying out the shell it had been oh so desperate to break every since you started practicing the song. Was it a month or two? A concrete timeline didn't matter; your feelings hated the waiting.

Sing him praises over and over, it's music to both of your ears.

Repeat lyrics as if the last one wasn't loud enough. Louder. Until heaven knows your voice will experience hell for days.

Moments after your song finished you jumped out of the car to immediately greet your lover as he opened the door to the castle. You could see him, always presenting him prim and proper, now a bit disheveled from the stereo beat of his heart.

You chuckled, flipping your hair as you placed a hand on your hip, "did you like it?"

With one final inhale, Barbatos recomposed himself once more. Standing up straight, fixing up his sleeves; though one notable difference was how relaxed his expression had become. How his smile has gotten wider, lightly touching the corner of his eyes.

"I'm flattered you think so fondly of me."

You rolled your eyes, raising a brow as you leaned your back against the door of the car. "And miss out? Please, I can never do this again now, hmm?"

The latter simply nodded, closing his eyes as he raised a hand to his chin. "You're correct on that assessment."

"Heh.." you huffed out. You got up and started walking towards Barbatos, placing a hand on his shoulder and the other caressing the sides of his face. It's as if no amount of emotions you poured out earlier would encompass all of what you simple adore of this butler. You could hear the distant complains of elder demons, though they are easily dismissed. For now, you leaned closer to give him a small kiss on the cheek.

"Happy Birthday Barbi," you cooed. "'Love ya."

Barbatos simply nodded his head once more. Grabbing your wrist, he softly leans his cheek closer, encapsulated in the warmth of your hand. Even in the faintest voice, you could make out a small "thank you."

You startled him at first, but now that you finished your bedazzling serenade, Barbatos needed a time to breathe. How you'd notice your own reflection within his glossy eyes — from waking up to early or from the awestruck faxed you put him on? We will never know.

Barbatos pulled you closer, the feeling of his soft lips on yours sent an electrical chill down your spine. It caused you to shiver from shock, but slowly melt into it. It's one to express your gratitude verbally, but the swelling of emotion you caused him may have required a different outlet for output.

"I love you most, dearest."

A couple seconds to spare is more than enough to satiate a lover's requirement, though he'd gladly be greedy enough to want more. You can't make yourself oppose it; that's what your baby said.

note.s : take a wild guess on what time did i start writing this because, looking back, this feels like such a huge... opportunity. i promise that i'm working on type i error, it's just my schedule for the past few days had fucked itself over- but nonetheless, i'm happy that i was at least able to make something special ^^

again, this is more self indulgent than anything but please, it's barbatos. anyhow, that's all for now hehe~! also as promised to a certain someone, @youngwonhee here's your ping <3

2024 © dear-tortured-adam | dividers by cafekitsune

[onlycosmere]

Diss the Chris: In Yumi, the outer edge of Kilahito and the Nightmares are being described as being completely nonreflective, and they drip with a black liquid that smokes. The same description has been given to the Midnight Essence and to Nightblood. Are these linked, and indicative of some kind of warped Investiture?

Brandon Sanderson: They are significantly linked. (There you are; we’ll use “significantly” in that regard.)

[dailydragonfacts]

Do space dragons exist? What are they like?

I imagine they would have tendrils everywhere as radiators, and nonreflective scales to absorb light

Space dragons are typically the size of planets, but can be bigger, with tendrils and countless eyes, inky-black or purple scales, and can unhinge their jaw for the act of swallowing planets and stars.

[esotericallyaesthetic]

i dont look in mirrors

There's a floor length mirror sitting in the corner of my room. I forget its there and honestly it doesn't need to be. It's cracked, the frame all busted, would probably leave crystal cuts of glitter all over my floor if i were to ever try to move the damn thing. But I won't because I can't-even see my reflection in it most days, my own accusing stares hidden above and to the left of bad angles and worse lighting.

Once in a nonreflective and dingy basement, my friend and I were discussing if we could fight our mirror selves, shooting a breeze we could not feel six feet below the earth. I told her she would fight her reflective counterpart and not just survive, but thrive, thrumming with victory, matte blood flooding out or rushing over any trace of something shiny. But not even the cool damp earth could hold the entirety of the encounter, the void everpresent noticeable even over the beating of the drums, the victory, her existence tinged with a loss any onlooker could not help but feel and subsequently be numbed by, just a bit worse off for taking the time to view such a sad story.

For myself, i was told i would not end up fighting my mirror self. That my warped counterpart would come out swinging and i would try to play the game only to be overcome, the lights haloing and the fractals dazzling. I would only be able to sit down and commiserate, until neither of us could kill or be killed. I cannot stand to look in mirrors but i cannot throw the mirror in the corner away.

[gulyas069]

those homesteading/farming fantasies are nonreflective romanticism because we live in times of mass alienation, and as such are not inherently or explicitly fascist but can be used for fascist aesthetics. happy to clear that up for you. now can we stop arguing about video games with fandom kids? people are dying in real life

[abandonedsdjfhcvndfbv]

mmmmmm. apple kiwi

omg this picture of my dskind of looks like a classroom wkth a projector wtf . like its reflecting off the whiteboard it doesnt have the nonreflective white surface just a whiteboard

[teachersource]

Katharine Burr Blodgett was born on January 10, 1898. An American physicist and chemist known for her work on surface chemistry, in particular her invention of “invisible” or nonreflective glass while working at General Electric. She was the first woman to be awarded a PhD in physics from the University of Cambridge, in 1926. The first major cinematic production to use Blodgett’s invisible glass was the popular film Gone with the Wind (1939), noted for its crystal-clear cinematography. Once introduced, nonreflective lenses were used for projectors and cameras by the post-war movie industry. Blodgett’s glass was also used for submarine periscopes and airplane spy cameras during World War II.

[faunabells]

after a couple of years of seeing many people attempt to express the difference between singlets vs. plurals without leaving nuances behind, we've made a model based on our observances. i personally call it the "paradigm of personhoods" or "the personhoods compass". this name will be changed if we find something of a better fit.

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{ image description: a graphing compass with "mirrored" at the top of the y-axis, "nonreflected" at the bottom of the y-axis, "static" on the left of the x-axis, and "dynamic" on the right of the x-axis. end description. }

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here's a quick rundown of how we're going to be using some terms:

parts - is a section of the brain that holds information like emotions, memories, ideas, etc. sense of selves or self - the way the brain conceptualizes/interprets the parts.

the axis alignments explaination:

y-axis: explains how the brain mobilizes its parts- if it allows or forces them to be.. mirrored - to follow through with the same perspective and autonomy. nonreflected - to divide the perspectives and autonomies.

x-axis: explains how the brain chooses to "keep up" with its sense of self/selves. (is not necessarily about personal growth or "character arcs", but in some aspects, can describe such.) static - at its extreme, is very resistant to change. generally consistent and rarely alters its interpretation of self/selves. dynamic - ever-changing, and can sometimes hardly keep up with itself/selves.

an example of how to possibly use this paradigm:

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{ image description: the same graph with statements in each quadrant. it goes as follows..}

first quadrant: mirrored and dynamic - "it seems like some medians would fall over here, but so can singlets with an unstable sense of sense."

second quadrant: mirrored and static - "singlets tend to be here, but so can some plurals. particularly if they relate to the idea of being 'parts of a whole'."

third quadrant: nonreflected and static - "another space where medians can fall under. also for plurals who can easily come up with collective identities."

fourth quadrant: nonreflected and dynamic - "plurals who split easily or cannot readily come up with collective identity. it's difficult to see how singlets can be classified here, but anything's possible."

{ end description. }

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important notes!:

this is not a strict calculation of the 'amount of pluralness or singletness' someone has. so, for the love of gods, please do not think that people in the 2nd quadrant are "less plural" than people in the 4th quadrant. that would be very silly of you. going a little off of this- we did not use the typical plot-the-point-graph for this compass because we want to make it clear that personhoods cannot be numerically valued.

yes, this model does imply that "one body = one person inside it" is a very rare occurrence, and that singlethood is a spectrum. parts language is not neutral! however, we want this to be easily understood by anyone, especially those new to the idea of plurality. + we're not really using term exactly in the same manner an ifs therapist would.

please bare in mind that at its core, this compass is an attempt at simplifying and verbalizing a qualia- something that's complex and difficult to defined verbally, yet is understood in a (seemingly) consistent manner amongst cultures and societies. this means that several grains of salt needs to be taken when working within the model.

if anyone wants to plot themselves on the chart, that would be absolutely wonderful because we'll love to see how it'll be utilize and comprehended by different people. just know that this is ultimately a work in progress, so any feedback can change how this theorized model works! ( also we know that the letters are really big on the picture, so we can re-edit the model if it's requested. )

[softness-and-shattering]

Re: the different cartoons: the second one has the first novel missing in the reflection (so, nonreflective vampire novel) and the third one has the duck's reflection also missing.

oh, thank you! I was just looking at the people, and the benches, and back at the people. Missed the little details.

[tarot-junkie]

HELP! Mama got a raise (!!) and it’s been a lot lately. So as a treat for myself, I’m considering a new tarot deck. VOTE! (Links below)

[ainews]

During the 1750s, it was common for teachers to not have reflective surfaces in their homes, such as mirrors or shiny objects. This was due to the widespread belief that reflective surfaces could attract burglars and make them more likely to target a particular home.

At this time, burglary was a common crime and most people were concerned about protecting their homes and possessions. In addition to physical measures such as locks and bars on windows, people also believed in using certain superstitions to ward off burglars.

One of these superstitions was the idea that reflective surfaces were attractive to burglars because they could see their own reflection and be drawn towards it. This belief was based on the idea that burglars were vain and would not be able to resist the lure of their own reflection.

Furthermore, it was also believed that reflective surfaces could act as a type of window into the home, allowing burglars to easily survey the inside and determine if there were valuable items worth stealing.

In order to protect their homes, many teachers and other members of the community would remove or cover any mirrors or other reflective surfaces in their homes. This was seen as a precautionary measure to prevent burglars from being lured to their homes and potentially targeting them for theft.

Some individuals even went as far as hanging up mirrors or other shiny objects outside of their homes, as a way to confuse burglars and make it more difficult for them to find their way inside.

The fear of reflective surfaces attracting burglars was so widespread that it even influenced the design of buildings. Many churches and public buildings from this time period have small, dimly lit windows, which were thought to be less attractive to burglars.

In addition to the belief in the power of reflective surfaces, there were also practical reasons for teachers to not have mirrors in their homes. During this time, mirrors were expensive luxury items, and many teachers would have had limited means to afford such luxuries.

In conclusion, during the 1750s, teachers were nonreflective in their homes as a means of protecting themselves from potential burglars. This practice was based on a superstition that reflective surfaces could attract burglars, as well as practical considerations related to the cost of mirrors.

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Is Ceramic Window Tint Better Than Regular Window Tint?

Is Ceramic Window Tint Better Than Regular Window Tint?

When it comes to choosing the right tint for your vehicle, you have a few options. Carbon tint looks great, blocks a majority of heat, and doesn’t interfere with radio, GPS, or cell phone signals. But what about ceramic? Does it have more benefits than other window tints? Let’s find out.

Keeps Your Car Cooler

Ceramic tints have a shiny aesthetic that is not only attractive but also helps protect the interior of your vehicle from UV rays and heat. This keeps your car cooler and reduces the need to run your air conditioning as much. This in turn saves energy and money. It is important to note that although ceramic window tints are more expensive than dyed tint, they offer superior heat and UV protection and can block signal interference from electronic devices without reducing visibility. These benefits make the additional cost well worth it in the long run. Another benefit of ceramic tints is that unlike metallic film, they don’t interfere with radio or cell phone signals. This is because ceramic particles are non-metallic and don’t interrupt signals in the same way that metal particles do.

Blocks UV Rays

Unlike dyed tints that can fade over time, ceramic window films offer long-term UV protection. This keeps your furniture and electronics safe from fading and helps you avoid skin damage from UV radiation. Additionally, ceramic window film doesn’t interfere with cellphone or radio signals like traditional metalized tints can. This gives you crystal clear voice calls and music. Its ceramic particles reflect a large amount of UV and infrared rays, which helps to keep your car’s interior cool without sacrificing visibility. This means you can drive with the air conditioner off, saving you money on energy and gas. This also reduces glare, which makes it easier to see the road ahead of you and protects your eyes from sun glare.

Blocks Infrared Rays

As an added bonus, ceramic tint also blocks infrared rays (IR). While regular window tint can block UV rays, it doesn’t stop IR from coming through your windows. As a result, your vehicle stays cooler and more comfortable. This can reduce the load on your air conditioning and save you money on energy costs. Unlike metallic tint, which has tiny metal particles that can interrupt cell phone and radio signals, ceramic doesn’t interfere with these electronic signals. This makes it easier to make calls or turn on the radio. Our SolarCeramic Plus ceramic window tint has a nonreflective, black appearance that absorbs radiant energy to keep the cabin cool. It’s available in a variety of shades and is the best choice for people who don’t want to tint their car too dark but still want the benefits of UV, glare, and heat rejection.

Increases Privacy

While tinted windows can make it more difficult to see into your car, they also provide a degree of privacy. This can be especially useful if you want to keep valuables in your car safe or if you live in a busy area. Unlike dyed window tint and metallic film, ceramic tint does not interfere with radio or cell phone signals. This means that you can safely talk on the phone while driving and listen to your favorite music without having to raise the volume. Ceramic tint offers numerous benefits that regular tint does not, such as glare reduction, UV protection and heat rejection. While it is more expensive than other types of tint, the additional benefits and durability make it worth the investment.

Long-Lasting

When tinted correctly, ceramic tints are long-lasting and will not fade, peel or tear. This makes them more durable than regular film. Additionally, these films have no metal particles or dye and therefore do not interfere with cell phone signals or Wi-Fi. While they do cost more upfront, these products offer superior performance and durability that pays off over time. In short, if you are looking for a tint that looks great, offers high levels of protection from harmful UV radiation and infrared energy, keeps your car cooler, and blocks glare, then ceramic is definitely worth the investment. Just be sure to work with a professional to ensure that your windows are properly tinted and that the installation meets local laws and regulations regarding window tint percentage. Read the full article