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Understanding DNA Sequencing: A Comprehensive Guide

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DNA sequencing is a fundamental process that lies at the core of genomics research, playing a pivotal role in deciphering the genetic code of living organisms. It enables scientists to unravel the intricate structure of DNA, providing valuable insights into heredity, evolution, and various genetic traits. This comprehensive guide aims to demystify the concept of DNA sequencing, highlighting its…

[aimbutmiss]

I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING AT THIS SEQUENCE Zoro looks so concerned

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: June 10

“Cowboy in the Jungle” by Jimmy Buffett

[volivolition]

Have you listened to Will Wood's SELF-iSH by chance? That whole album is *full* of Harry songs. From 2012 ("Did you lose yourself? It's always in the last place you check!", "I don't remember how I forgot myself; I don't remember, I don't remember 2012!") to Hand Me My Shovel, I'm Going In (Literally that WHOLE first verse!), the whole album *screams* Harry vibes to us.

Though Hand Me My Shovel is also a general Skills song to us too! And I [and Pansy!] personally really relate to Dr. Sunshine is Dead. Both are really good to check out first if you don't have time or energy for a whole album.

-Auth

hi auth hi hello!! :3 <33 ooh okay so i only vaguely know will wood, and i know more songs off the normal album, but i DO KNOW THOSE LAST TWO YES!!! however i havent listened to them in a while (year at LEAST hkjh) so i will do so again <3

2012! ooh dramatic piano... OH HELL YEAH VIBES!!! YES!! FUCK IT UP LETS FUCKING G-oh fuck hgkjhg... will wood is one of those artists that im like "hell yeah man this goes hard, what the hell are you saying during this part though" hfkjh "(How you could you forgive it if you don't forget it?) / I might find myself by retracing my steps" YES MFER THATS HARRY!! REAL AND TRUE!! i fucking adore the instrumentals in this, funky and fun <3

Hand Me My Shovel! (lyric video this time <3) ooh darker vibes this time? OH YOU WEREN'T FUCKING KIDDING LMAO THAT FIRST VERSE FITS SO WELL WHAT THE FUCK HDKJH the reference back to "the summer of 2012" like OH HEY THATS THE OTHER SONG!! like a stained glass window... my memory could not be saved... there are some MENACING vibes to this but in a cartoon villain kind of way hkjfh harry and the skills song :D!! <33

Dr. Sunshine!! ooh it has been a hot minute since ive listened to this one, LOVE IT when the chorus gets switched up lyrics, "I WILL BE MY SUNSHINE, I WILL BE MY MOON AT NIGHT!!!!" will wood staples, dramatic piano and screaming incoherently (<- extremely positive hkjdh) <3 ooh i love this for you and pansy!! like the moon and sun on your cloak!! very cool very cool B) <33

:D thank you for sharing, excellent picks as always <333!!

[gloopdimension]

AHHH DID YOU WATCH 2001 ASO..!!

*looking up at you with my big sad wet eyes * Yes

[lovevalley45]

thank god for 'i surrender' makin sure brandon n caity didn't have the puppets of tomorrow song as their only contribution to the legends soundtrack however nick zano was ABSOLUTELY not as lucky

[blunderpuff]

almost kicked a small child in the head today bc he was running around during story time while i was acting out this page:

lucky for that kid i’m SHORT but otoh if i *HAD* given him a traumatic brain/face injury, MAYBE THEM LITTLE KIDS WOULD STOP FUCKING RUNNING DURING STORY TIMES!! maybe their parents would, idk, NOT LET THEIR LITTLE KIDS BE SO FUCKING DISRUPTIVE ALL THE TIME

artist’s rendition

[chaotictomtom]

back at rewatching 2001 and getting genuinely upset at hal reading dave and frank's lips knowing that they're talking about unplugging him </33333 he has done nothing wrong sniffles sniffles stopppp

[j4gm]

SPOILERS!!! REFERENCES AND EASTER EGGS IN F&C ep. 1: FIONNA CAMPBELL

Here's a bunch of stuff I spotted. Feel free to add more.

During the anime girl hero dream Fionna mentions Hans Brinker, a character from a novel which introduced speed skating to the United States.

The BMO style alarm clock has BMO's voice.

The ducks that steal Marshall Lee's money look like one-headed versions of the two-headed duck from the original Adventure Time title sequence.

Cheers is a real sitcom. Simon previously sang its theme song in the episode Simon & Marcy, and now it seems to have manifested in the human AU due to his connection with it.

Fionna says "stop acting crazy" to Cake with the same meter as Marceline said "stop acting crazy" to Ice King in the episode I Remember You.

We all spotted this in the trailer but there's a Magic Man hat in this shot. Magic Man's hat was most recently seen being worn by Betty.

The Betty statue also suggests that Simon's psyche has significant influence over this world. The fountain includes frogs, a symbol of change that was previously also used in Temple of Mars. And Fionna mentions the statue underwent renovation twelve years ago, which is the same amount of time that's passed in the prime universe since Betty's amalgamation with GOLB.

It would seem Mrs. Abadeer runs a vacuum cleaner company as well as being Fionna's landlady. And Queenie runs an accounting business as well as the tour bus.

The stickers on Marshall Lee's guitar case are all references to real life punk rock bands. X-Ray Pex = X-Ray Spex, Daikini Kill = Bikini Kill, PM might be a reference to AM as in the Arctic Monkeys. I'm not sure what Las Crudas and Dark Eyes are references to. Perhaps someone more familiar with punk rock can let me know?

In case you were wondering, the credits confirm that this is human genderswapped Fern. It's a bit more obvious now that we can see all her green clothes and backpack, and given what she said about her dreams being super messed up. I'm not gonna go through the rest of the cameo characters in this episode because most of them are pretty obvious or already got figured out when the trailer dropped. That said, if anyone knows who the bus driver is meant to be please let me know.

The sword in the window of this games shop looks very similar to Fionna's sword from the original comic series.

The latte that Gumball - ahem I mean Gary - makes in this scene features PB's swan.

Okay one more cameo mention because I feel like it might become significant later. This is Ice Queen.

Fionna and Cake are dreaming about their apartment block in the credits of this episode, but it has a roof like the Tree Fort and the same little boat with a telescope and parasol.

Episode 2 to follow!

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Ginger Rogers (Swing Time, Top Hat)—Look I’ll level with you, I’ve never seen her in a musical and I know that she’s an amazing dancer and she’ll be even hotter when I finally watch Top Hat but I’m not submitting her as a dancer I’m submitting her as an ACTRESS. Her comic timing is impeccable!!!!! She’s full to bursting with life and in every role she seems to be having FUN, you can practically feel the twinkle in her eye. With her natural warmth it’s like she’s letting you in on the joke, y’all get to have this fun together! Making me laugh is hot!!! [If you'd like to see Ginger dance, videos below the cut]

Dorothy Lamour (The Jungle Princess, Road to… movies)—Ok, to be honest, I get if no one wants to vote for her--she's kind of like my ~problematic fave~ because she started in the Road (Singapore, Bali, Hong Kong, etc) movies with Bob Hope and Bing Crosby, which are full of all sorts of exoticism tropes and usually have her playing very side-eye type roles..island princesses and things...yeah. also she banged J. Edgar Hoover. not very hot. but your honor i still think she's pretty despite all that she's pretty please look at her and tell me she's prettyyy

This is round 1 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Dorothy Lamour propaganda:

She started in jungle and South Seas movies and became famous in the Road series. She learned quickly to improvise when facing Bob and Bing. Road to Bali almost has her character marrying both of theirs, since she's island royalty and nobody had a problem with it - a nearly poly relationship, an epiphany for a viewer who didn't even know that that could happen! She was a popular pinup girl during World War 2, and was the first singer for the popular standard "It Could Happen to You". She sang often in her movies and has a lovely voice!

Ginger Rogers propaganda:

She needs no introduction! An undeniable powerhouse on the dancefloor, and no less talented an actress. I once watched a compilation of cinema's greatest dance scenes and one of her and Fred Astaire's dances was featured, and one of the talking heads said he pitied her for 'having to keep up with him' - or something to that effect. Bullshit, I cry. Ginger Rogers was his absolute equal, and underplaying her incredible skill is downright criminal. I want the 'Cheek to Cheek' sequence from Top Hat to be permanently burned into my memory.

"Backwards in high heels", as the saying goes (though the pedant in me must point out that she in fact spent her fair share of time leading or dancing side-by-side). One of the earliest twinkle-toed ladies of the silver screen, and in terms of acting/persona, her balance of wide-eyed cuteness and movie-star glamour has never quite been replicated.

we all know her beloved string of musicals with fred but ginger also has an extensive and varied non-fred filmography that she's great in! a few ginger moments that are important 2 me personally ginger singing “we’re in the money” in gold diggers of 1933, complete with a verse in pig latin bc this whole movie is kinda mocking the concept of anyone actually being in the money in 1933; ginger and una merkel singing a verse of “shuffle off to buffalo” in 42nd street, providing some statler & waldorf-esque commentary on newlyweds from the upper berth of a railway car (interesting that belly was apparently a risque word in 1933 - maybe its bc the lyric is innuendo-ing about out of wedlock pregnancies - and that panties was a term for men’s underthings!); a favorite fred & ginger number

Ginger Rogers could do everything! She could sing, dance and act. She was hilarious in comedies, moving in dramatic roles (she won an Oscar for Kitty Foyle in 1940) and absolutely gorgeous!

Listen, no shade to Fred Astaire at all, but she both kept up with him step for step and then later went on to WIN AN OSCAR FOR ACTING. (which he did not.) truly a double threat!!!

One of the best dancers in Hollywood! Her work with Fred Astaire is just incredible.

ONE LINE: "Everything Fred did, Ginger did backwards and in heels" AND THEYRE RIGHT! Rogers was a total dance badass, and a lot of movie buffs know the story, but the Never Gonna Dance number from Swing Time took almost 50 takes, and allegedly by the end of filming it her white shoes had been stained pink because her feet were bleeding. As a note, she looks crazy gorgeous in this number. Watching these two dance is insane. They match up to each other in a way my mom describes as "divine" and she's right. DANCE NUMBERS!

Let's Call The Whole Thing Off (Shall We Dance, 1937, dancing starts at 3:14, they're in ROLLERSKATES)

(Ginger Rogers is the hottest woman ever to live in this number. seeing this as a teenager altered my brain chemistry)

(also watch her feet and how she moves opposite Astaire in this one. We all know our boy Freddie had that precision demon but jesus christ Miss Rogers, let a girl live!)

Pick Yourself Up, Swing Time 1936 (Everyone's seen this one but by god you are going to see it AGAIN!)

Shall We Dance, 1937 (duet begins at 2:34)

Smoke Gets In Your Eyes, Roberta 1935 (There's just something about Ginger Rogers in a slick black dress man)

The Continental, The Gay Divorcee 1934 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cjv6nmF7wdk God she's MAGIC in this one.

Gay Divorcee's Ending Montage 1934The infamous table and chairs spin happens at about 0:49. Pay CLOSE attention to her in this bc it looks like witchcraft and I feel lightheaded whenever I watch this movie bc shes THAT awesome.

She is a miracle to watch. Sorry for the sheer amount of clips. My entire family is like madly in love with Ginger Rogers.

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JAMES POTTER | JOINT SCHEDULE

request. : Hey can you do some more ice hockey player James imagines? I love them sm! —@prongsbandit

sum. : you booked the university's ice rink to practice your routine for an upcoming competition but so did the university's ice hockey team, whose captain screwed up the timings

g. : fluff ; modern au ; ice hockey player james ; figure skater reader ; shy reader ; university au ; jock james potter ; supportive figure skating coach ; supportive hockey team

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In preparation for an upcoming figure skating competition, you were dedicated to getting in as much practice as possible. Thankfully, you were able to book the university ice rink for two months in the lead up to the competition. Your regular practice sessions were every Monday, Wednesday and Thursday for five in the late afternoon until seven. It was a bit excessive but you wanted to win. Many of your friends view you as someone sweet and docile but also hard working and quite the perfectionist. What they don’t realise is how competitive you can be behind the scenes. Everytime you cancel plans, you usually excuse yourself with the ‘I’m busy’ reasoning that your close friends readily accept, believing that you were working through papers and research articles for uni classes when, in actuality, you were spending time in the rink. 

Today, you had brought with you your portable stereo to go through the routine with the music over and over again, gradually perfecting the appearance of your more grandiose moves as well as the sequence of your steps on the ice. It felt good being at this stage of your development, the entirety of your routine has been choreographed already and had been revised by your coach, who suggested some minor changes but approved it overall — you knew what you were doing, it was just the case of perfecting things now, something you were talented at and even enjoyed. 

The main focus for today’s session was the polishing of the big jumps and ambitious spins of your routine. It was a little tiresome and you don’t believe you’d be able to cover all of them for this session but you never really expected to in the first place. Your only saving grace was that you had some time to apply light makeup earlier in celebration for the new figure skating set you were gifted by your parents. It was an all black set that paired a sleek skort with a long sleeved turtle neck top that had lacing to decorate the open back and thumb holes in the sleeves as the hem reached half way up your palms. You liked feeling pretty in practices, it always helped to encourage your self-confidence so there was always a little spike in your performance. The praises of your supervising coach was all you needed to confirm this fact. 

“Brilliant, my girl! Again!” Vera sang her high praises from the stands and helped you control the music whenever you wanted to repeat a particular part of the choreo. For this routine, you had settled for something more elegant and based the choreography around the ‘Waltz of the Flowers’ by Tchaikovsky. The soundtrack made you miss the time you did ballet until you were fifteen before eventually falling in love with figure skating. A lot of your routines tend to be based around the elegance of ballet in addition to the complicated turns, spins and jumps that encompassed figure skating; your coach, Vera, loved how you were able to combine both sports in such a seamless way. 

The music kept playing even after you had repeated the skid spiral so you naturally flowed into rehearsing more of your choreo, allowing muscle memory and the music to guide you over the ice as you subconsciously waited for Vera to pause the music and ask you to repeat something that didn’t look quite right. Polishing up the routine was filled with more critiques than any stage of creating your final performance so your anticipation for Vera to pause the music, repeat a move and provide additional tips lingered in the back of your mind as you flawlessly spiralled into one of your most difficult spins — a one-handed beillman. 

“Beautiful Beautiful!” Vera praised, clapping as you gradually spun out of the position before abandoning the routine and grinning widely to yourself, proud and giddy for finally nailing the transition and spin. 

“Vera!” you shout across the ice and over the music, cheering with your fists raised to the air in victory, “I did it!” It was then when you realised that Vera’s clapping was accompanied with an entire audience of applause and your panicked eyes fell upon a grinning hockey player standing beside your coach, behind them was a team of hockey players, some whistling and whooping in between their applause. 

As you tried to catch your breath and suppress your bashfulness, you gathered that Vera had neglected to reply to the soundtrack to discuss something with the hockey player, and so, it seems that the entire hockey team just saw a glimpse of your routine. Eventually, Vera paused the music and motioned you over, looking to discuss something. 

“Wh-what’s wrong?” you ask upon reaching the sidelines, fiddling with the hem of your sleeves as you avoided the hockey player’s eyes. He was dressed in most of his equipment, only missing his headgear, and was sporting the dopiest grin on his face. “It appears as though the university hockey team had booked the rink to practise for a match happening early next week, however, there was some miscommunication over the timings and schedules,” you furrow your brows as Vera explains the situation before shyly glancing up at the hockey player beside her, who had unruly dark curls and glimmering hazel eyes behind a pair of cute glasses. It seems your simple acknowledgement of him was enough to prompt his self introduction. 

“I’m James,” he reaches out his gloved hand for you to shake, quickly taking it back to rip of his glove off before reaching to shake your hand once again, “James Potter, Captain of the Hockey team,” behind him the rest of the hockey players wave at you, some with friendly grins and others sporting a mischievous smirk as they regard their captain’s behaviour around you, “Vera explained that you were practising for a competition and also booked the rink in advance but since you got here early, we’ll put the decision to you,”

You raised a brow and tilted your head slightly, prompting him to continue, “make a decision on what?”

“On whether to kick us out and continue your practice or finish your practice early and allow us to have the rink for drills exercises and plays,” James finished, grinning at you with no malice and insinuating that he wouldn’t hold any ill-will over either outcome. 

“Oh!” your cheeks heat up under his warm voice, amiable manner, pretty eyes and charming dimples and you couldn’t help but stare for a moment before eventually shaking your head and giving him your resolve, “I’d be happy to give you the rink, I’ve covered a lot of ground already so I don’t mind,” James’s smile reaches his eyes once more and he nods. 

“You heard the lady boys, what do we say?” he shouts back to his team, his voice commanding attention and is as firm as his build, encouraging an ensemble of ‘thank you’s to sound from behind him, “Thank you very much,” James finishes and nods to his boys, signalling them to set up the rink and get ready for practice while you also take the time to shake off your nerves and walk off the ice, where James greets you once more.

“I hope you have a good and productive practice,” you wish him and offer a warm smile, your heart finally settled down to a semi-heightened beat. He’s really quite handsome…you think to yourself but quickly look away to, again, keep from staring too long. 

“Thank you and thanks again for letting us have the rink,” James takes your hand and lifts your knuckles to his lips — an act of gratitude that has a dangerous heat creeping up your neck to occupy your cheeks once more, “you’re very beautiful on the ice, by the way. I’m sure you’ll smash it at the competition, your competitors don’t stand a chance,” the two of you share pleasantries and more smiles before you finally make your way to the locker rooms to change with a straighter back and a lighter heart. 

What an encounter. 

“She practises every Monday, Wednesday and Thursday from 5 to 7pm,” Vera says out of nowhere as she approaches James, who stares off to where you had disappeared. 

“I’m sorry?” 

A stone cold look crosses over Vera’s face, “avoid those times at all costs,” she warns, her russian accent suddenly thick and intimidating, “my student doesn’t need any distractions,” the statement makes James raise a brow in question, “her competition is on the 14th November, held in the city community rink, and it starts at noon, don’t be late,”

Suffice to say, James wasn’t late to your competition, in fact,  he was early and he brought the entire hockey team with him to support you. You won second place but felt like a gold medalist when the hockey team hollered the loudest for you at the awarding ceremony and lifted you onto their shoulders with the congratulatory flowers James brought you in your arms and your silver medal around your neck.  To return the favour, you attended their next hockey game and made sure to shout the loudest whenever their team scored and eventually when their team won the match.

“When do you think our captain’s finally gonna grow some balls and ask out his ice skating ballerina?” Sirius whispers to his taller brunette friend.

“Let them take their time,” Remus replies, the two staring as James throws his arm over your shoulders and you wrap your own around the back of his waist, “everyone already thinks their dating anyway so they’ll get it eventually,”

“Wait! So they’re not actually dating yet?” Peter asks with a surprised face as the other two laugh, “But I swear I saw them kissing by the locker rooms before the game earlier!”

a/n : i know nothing about ice skating or ice hockey but i tried my best! i'm sorry if this is not very realistic. i also hope that the request was fulfilled to a satisfactory standard despite the long wait, i'm really sorry for that by the way (┳Д┳) nevertheless, i tried my best and i hope this made you happy, darling, thank you for the cute request (ɔˆ ³(ˆ⌣ˆc)

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[risuola]

▶ EARLY MORNINGS AND STOLEN CUPS — nothing better than the first cup of coffee in the morning.

contents: college+roommates!au, smoking implied (like once), teeth rotting fluff — wc. 572

a/n: i can't tell you guys how much i love fluffs with this trio. i like how the dynamics are building and i think you guys enjoy it too (i hope so!) — anyway, very short entry but love medley is all about those after all!

𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙈𝙀𝘿𝙇𝙀𝙔 | series masterlist

Satoru doesn’t drink coffee.

Most days in your little apartment began with the low, monotone whooshing of coffee machine. Harsh rumble of beans being grinded accompany you and Gojo in the bathroom and while you both push through brushing teeth and mandatory eyedrops, Suguru usually was already in the kitchen, brewing the god’s nectar.

You joined the brunette, tempted by the gurgling bubbles and divine aroma mingling with the fresh air and a ghost of herbal, woody scent of whatever Geto was smoking just moments ago. He greeted you with a smile, playing with the rim of an empty cup — his fingers followed the curved ceramic edge and you knew he was as impatient as you were, as eager to dip his mouth into the brown wake-up liquid and feel the first dose of caffeine fill in his system.

And so, he pulled the jug from underneath the working mechanism, hot drops of coffee sizzled as they met the steel drip tray, but the cup was soon filled and before you knew it, Suguru let out a deep sigh of ecstatic relief. First few sips were his — black and bitter — and he made place in the cup for your milk.

You took out some plates — an act of pretending, a distraction for yourself to not eye the precious coffee like an animal would eye its prey.

Then, he gave it to you and your grabby hands enveloped the cup as he reached into the fridge for the carton of milk. As he poured it in, you inhaled the addicting aroma, watching how the dark, nearly black liquid turned into more luscious, creamier nectar in a light brown color and you too sighed deeply when dipping your lips into it.

You felt the heat spreading across your system and you disconnected for a moment, allowing yourself to feel it, to enjoy it while Suguru engaged in the talk with Satoru. The chattering that for a moment turned into background to your experience, soon pulled you in and before you knew it, you were talking too — a routine of babbling before the day fully starts, one that you enjoyed equally as much as late evenings.

A pair of arms wrapped around you and quiet hum filled in your ears. Satoru’s light, fluffy hair tickled the side of your neck as he hid his face in the crook of your shoulder — a habit of him, whenever he was still too sleepy to function properly. You put down the cup and reached up to run your fingers through the snowy locks, earning yourself a low purr that vibrated through the bone of your shoulder.

Engulfed in the story about new guitar strings and stolen picks, you absorbed the passion in Suguru’s voice and didn’t realize a sequence of mischief that was happening right under your nose.

And then, Satoru was leaving towards the living room, a cup half-full of your coffee in his hand as he sing-sang something about nail polish and sunglasses. You looked after him and then at the counter, where a bottle of sugary syrup in the flavor of caramel stood proudly — evidence of severe addiction and theft.

You let out a chuckle and Suguru echoed, reaching up the cabinet for another mug. He continued his story as the coffee machine brewed the dark beverage so that both you and him can enjoy it fully.

Yes, Satoru doesn’t drink coffee.

Unless it’s yours.

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[lu-is-not-ok]

Hello there! My friend introduced me to the Daiyu/Baoyu theory recently and I repaid them by immediately becoming crazy about Soda Hong Lu. Have you looked at Soda Hong Lu in the lens of this theory? Because half joking about this:

1. It is the only EGO that I can recall that features a transformation type sequence

2. In the corrosion, two shrimps attempt to check on the hallucinating Hong Lu/Body; he destroys them in the frenzy

3. It is an EGO that Hong Lu strangely has no Identities for in regards to archetype, Poise, and is one of the EGO for which Hong Lu has a dull eye. (Next Walpur might outdate this one but still squinting at it)

4. It is an Envy EGO, the sin associated with. Yknow.

5. In the pull animation, a shrimp is inexplicably focused on, crying from the same side Hong Lu's jade eye is on.

Idk if this is totally out of the ballpark here, but I'm seeing Soda as an EGO that represents Daiyu being dragged onto the 'boat', that being the family, as Baoyu guiltily observes, barely keeping it together under the idea that the 'boat' is the "better life" as seen on the log for Wellcheers in LCorp. They want to be able to pretend that the transformation is something that'll bring them fortune, just another process in the façade, but as the corrosion shows, one slip will doom them into inconsolable panic. It is an EGO that demands you provide to the group, but it is hanging by a thread. Do you see my logic. Shrimp Jia Family.

So, I'm gonna put it this way.

The things you pointed out about Soda? Huge. Like, they do definitely point towards something and I have my own interpretation of them to share.

Your interpretation of the EGO... I feel like it misses the mark a bit, but that's okay, because it very much can still be about the Two in One Daiyu Baoyu of it all in a way, thanks to the things you pointed out.

Let me explain.

Soda, both for Ryoshu and Hong Lu, is symbolic for their escapism, while also having some major themes of Reality/Fiction.

To briefly show what I mean by explaining Ryoshu's Soda - her form of escapism is that of indulging in the cruel Reality. Note how her Soda focuses on the Wellcheers drink itself - she uses the soda itself to attack, and in the corrosion she turns into the soda as well. Her EGO focuses on the cruel Reality that Wellcheers is a soda company that only cares about people consuming their product, she literally forces her target to drink it in her Awakening animation. Her Corrosion then focuses on the Fictionalization of that Reality, on the rumors that the soda can lead you to wake up on a ship in the middle of an ocean.

This isn't a Ryoshu post though, so if any Ryoshu scholars want to add onto this with their own interpretation of how that connects to Ryoshu's art and how she wishes to reflect reality in all its cruelty, be my guests.

Now, back to Hong Lu's Soda - for him, escapism is the reverse. He indulges in Fiction, his EGO reflecting the life shown in hypothetical Wellcheers' advertisements, happily fishing for shrimp among prawn on a ship in the middle of an ocean, surrounded by seagulls. Then, his Corrosion is the Realization of that Fiction, of what it would be like to actually live on a ship like that, having to hear seagulls scream and run away from you.

And this is where the details you pointed out come in. Because they made me realize something.

The 'Fiction' being symbolized by Soda? It's Hong Lu's current life as 'Hong Lu'.

Here's the thing about the Daiyu Baoyu theory - one of its many parts is that Hong Lu as a person does not exist. 'Hong Lu' is a fake persona. He's not a real person with an actual history, it's a character made up and played by Baoyu to cope with being forced to override Daiyu.

After all, it's not until after Canto 4, where Hong Lu becomes aware of Yi Sang's attempts of calling for help, that he starts actually saying concerning things. Until then he's tried his fucking hardest to make it seem like his homelife is as uneventful as a sheltered rich kid's homelife could be, with the anecdotes only getting more and more actually fucked up when it became clear his turn drew closer. Perhaps because that's what Hong Lu as an act was originally supposed to be - a rich kid like Baoyu but without his baggage, without his trauma. Until he started getting desperate and realizing that he too needs help, but couldn't ask directly without revealing he'd been lying this whole time, so instead he's sprinkling in more and more concerning things hoping Someone Will Get The Hint.

That little tangent aside, I believe this is what the magical girl transformation in the Awakening is meant to symbolize - Baoyu indulging in the Fiction of his new made up persona that is Hong Lu. After all, if you think about it, isn't it a common trope in magical girl shows for the girls to use pseudonyms and keep their true identities secret while transformed? Isn't that exactly what Baoyu is doing while he's acting as Hong Lu?

With that in mind, the prawn that gets focused on in the acquisition animation, the one randomly crying out of the equivalent of Hong Lu's jade eye, could be a little reference to the fact that under the act Baoyu is Fucking Miserable.

And then there's the matter of the ship. If the transformation sequence is a reflection of Baoyu becoming Hong Lu, then what is the ship about?

...It's the bus. The ship is Limbus Company's Bus.

Soda as an E.G.O symbolizes Baoyu's escapism via becoming Hong Lu aboard Limbus Company's Bus, getting carried around to "fish for shrimp" or perhaps hunt for Boughs.

Then there's the Corrosion. The seagulls screaming and crying all around him. The genuine anxiety and panic in his voice (listen to the original file for the voiceline without the effects if you can btw, it's so well acted - you can find it in the Organized Assets drive). The way others try to check up on him and he instead lashes out at them. How the animation seems to purposefully hide the actual enemies being hit so that it seems on first glance like the only things he's attacking are fellow prawn.

Ya'll... this could be another Distortion foreshadowing. Think about it. The realization that his escapist Fiction isn't enough, that the horrible reality he's living in has started to poke through and scream at him and cry at him. And the resulting breakdown causing him to lash out indiscriminately. ...Doesn't that sound like something that could happen with a Distortion?

Alternately, it could simply be a way to show in general what would happen once the act is stripped from Hong Lu. The fear, the panic. The pushing others away. A representation of someone whose escapism is a defense mechanism, and who, upon being stripped of it, cannot handle reality.

So, sorry to say Shrimp Jia Family is likely not the case. Thankfully, we can have the alternative of Shrimp Sinners.

On the other hand, here's a fun semi-related fun fact: the Sin Affinities of the Soda EGOs could in part be references to the two work types you can perform on the Abno to get the grape soda! Gloom representing Repression work, and Envy representing Attachment work. Neat, huh?

[ur-mousey]

class of 09 Nicole x Yan! reader + smut (i can never find any good ones for Nicole and i love ur writing)

Behind Pom Poms and Bongs ~

- Nicole x Yan! F! Reader! -

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warning lesbian smut, implied stalking + harassment, toxic relationship

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You will fill the role of a missing stereotype in the Class of 09' roster. A goodie-two-shoe drama geek beat you in that lineup. #thereup.

Now, it's time to re-up the re-up. So take your pick, which will you be;

** Choice ** Be the 2000's femcel version of Jeffery, Or be anything cooler -Cheer captain perhaps? * click *

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Imagine! Yourself lone in thought but surrounded on all sides. Those school assholes blended into the backdrop while you performed like a small puppet attached to strings. Westerburg High cheered above the haze of yellow poms while you saw below it, your hands shook in the air. It was warm, but you swore you saw your breath misting and mingling like on frigid nights.

Your eyes darted over familiar faces, none of whom were Nicole's. It's possible she didn't show, despite your invitation.

She never had before.

This stalemate was getting tiresome. Neither of you were giving in to the other. And despite your warnings, Nicole ignored your advances, accusing you of being crazy. You didn't see whatever she saw within you. That 'thing' she deemed worse than the voice in her head.

But, no matter, that's fixable.

Imagine! Stepping forward, one hand on your hip while the other cup the rim of your mouth. You tilt your head left and then right, hopping side to side. You begin to belt the school's chant through the base of your belly, "Hey Yo Westerburg!"

And a hundred or so souls sang back unto you:

"Tell me what's that sound~ Here comes Westerburg! Comin' to put you in the ground. Go go, Westerburg, give a great big L.

Westerburg will knock you out and send you straight to hell!"

Cheer is from Heathers, look it up!

And, damn, did Nicole send you there, straight to hell. Wouldn't your parents be proud? Oh, how this stalemate bored. You wanted to play with your food before taking a bite. And now she's turning cold.

Distant. Tired. Waiting for you to lift her up with a fork.

Imagine! Nicole's captivated the hearts of Westerburg High. She is what you would call a 'mythic bitch.' Midnight locks cascaded past her shoulders framing milky freckled skin. She adorned plump lips and stunning azure eyes as bright as the noon sky. Then there was her no giving a fuck attitude. Sexy. Dom in nature.

Jeffery admitted that he wanted to kidnap and photograph her naked in an abandoned warehouse and leave her tied up for the rats.

But he can't have her. Can he now?

Imagine! Yourself back on the field. You never left. Your thoughts led you astry for a moment too long. "Capt, get your mind outta Nicole's ass." Alyssa bumped your shoulder.

"How did you-"

"It's all over your face! Makeup with your girlfriend later, you've been actin' strange all week."

You chuckled, shimming your poms to the sly aura of night. "Aye aye, sure thing." You step up whistling at the crowd. Your team dispersed across the field's shoulder in preparation for tumbling sequences.

'Let's keep this short and sweet,' You thought as you discarded your pom-poms to the side before taking your running start. You wanted Nicole here with you, watching from amongst the crowd. Everything spun severely in a flash. You performed a cartwheel back handspring into a full back tuck, and you stuck the landing.

What a perfect routine. You flashed a killer smile, rushing towards the mustard-colored poms. Twiddling the twins in the air, you scream the starting chant all over. "Go go, Westerburg!"

And what yelled back at you was only disappointing. Now, this was true hell.

Imagine! Time flies and you're hanging off the arm of Kylar who won the final points, securing the victory for Westerburg High. You follow his strides with solemn steps. Faking a giggle here and there to every joke about fucking whores and killing bitches. If only he'd put a bullet through your head.

You scrolled on your phone as you tumbled down the dirt road after the other pom squad members and lacrosse bros. Nicole kept quiet online. She hardly posts on Facebook whereas Miss Jecka was akin to a virus overloading your feed.

That bitch has no life except for perching herself on the arm of your... girlfriend -as Alyssa put it. Therefore you knew Nicole was here at the end of the ravine. It's time to end this lover's quarrel.

Imagine! Music bouncing off the canyon walls. It echoed above drunk students losing their wits. You peeked overheads on tippy toes while off-quilter rants jumbled into one. Boys swayed into your frame. Red solos floated on top of the river bed. Girls slinked their arms with the likes of yours. All while Beer bottles were smashed into rocks near a set of kegs.

"To a night well deserved!" The pom squad girls dispersed around the drink table. Each girl had a shot and left with a concoction of liquored punch. Undrinkable. Yet you still took trepid sips.

The liquid courage was appreciated.

Alyssa squealed, "Nicole up ahead. Go show her that you are one hot toxic bitch that deserves her attention." You couldn't say it better.

"Right as always." You ripped your orange scrunchie out of your hair. The early April breeze fluffed out your curls. You adjusted your crop halter top and tight mini-skirt. "Wish me luck.'

You trekked onwards. The liquid courage burning a hole in your liver. Tonight ends those lonely days.

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segment starring = Nicle & Jecka + an army of side hoes = Ari, Emily and Kelly

Imagine! Nicole leaning into the plump thighs of Jecka's. She wanted to take a chomp out of it solely for revenge. The skank couldn't leave her phone stashed in her back pocket. The ravine ran long but not far and you were on the hunt. And with photos of your prey updated by the minute, why wouldn't you attack?

"Jec, you are a major slut." Nicole lisps through another coughing fit. The smoke expelled but the effects lingered. The stars blurred wistly with the clouds. The moon showed itself somber over the crowd. Or just her -the only one who mattered in this town.

"Why? Because you're about to get fucked?" Jecka pinched the blue-eyed brunette. Snapping another candid photo for her Facebook.

Nicole swatted at her hand. "I will fucking bite you."

Imagine! Ari thinks that she was allowed to contribute to the convo. But obviously, her imput wasn't warranted.

- Love Nicole

"It's kinda insane to see Nicole this worked up. Isn't she just another bitch obsessed? You attract them by the dozen," Ari quipped.

Nicole rolled her eyes and blew hot air from her nose. "This hoe isn't trashy, that's my problem. Unlike you, Ari, who's a walking barcode -mind you. She actually has a life. A great one at that. It doesn't make sense why. Her liking me is an anomaly in itself. If you were following me around... sniffing my underwear, I wouldn't think twice."

"She did that?" Emily whispered to Kelly who was in the middle of a prolonged drag.

"Sheesh walked on a landmine," Ari mumbled.

Nicole bolted upright, pulling her cardigan tighter around her body. She ruffled her messy pony. "And I wouldn't be this stressed if Miss little Jecka would stop updating her follower count of 20."

Jecka twirled her hair, "I'll have you know the whole school follows me."

"Hence only 30 matters." Nicole snatched the bong. She cradled the thing to her chest. Taking in all of its embrace.

"Mhm, if that's true, our lovely cheer captain is among them!"

"Fuck you too."

Imagine! As Nicole spoke so did you. "What about me?"

The air stilled. Emily offered you a spot between her and Ari, who sat in envy of your attire. Kelly nicked your leg with a painted talon while Jecka beamed at you through false lashes. "Join us, Westerburg!"

"Double fuck you," Nicole whispered.

"Ha- No thanks, pink polo." You looked at the brunette who shifted her gaze down. "Can we talk Nicole? Alone? Let's get outta here."

"Get fucked first."

Falling to your knees, you leaned over her shoulder. "Sure. How so? I'll do anything~ Maybe I should take that as a suggestion."

"No no no. Okay, let's go. We're leaving."

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** Choice ** Bring the bong along, Or make good on Nicole's promise? Maybe both? * click *

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Imagine! The encompassing smell of incense, lavender, and ragwort, mingling with the sour-skunk tinge of weed. You exhaled and desired fresh air. But, the sensational burn singed the hair in your nose. There was no space outside of this bedroom, Nicole's room. You laid down, admiring the art piece you had sprawled on the floor.

Nicole's ass was reddened and bruised along the expanse where her thigh continued down. She was too proud to cry. And through every strike, she goaded you on.

"I'm like your... Dom now?" You whispered, "Is that what you want. I could be a more, like a girlfriend. You would hate that too."

"Why would it matter what you are to me? I dated Ari for less. I could do the same for you. I'll be your damn girlfriend until you get tired of it."

"That's not what I want, babe. I want you to need this. We've done it- this- over and over. Same results. It's insanity. We fuck, make up then you push me away. Ignore me, call me crazy. Then I play hide-&-seek with the skank's Facebook. Gotta thank Jecka for that."

Nicole swung her head around, "You're right. And after you find me, I get an ass whooping, and this lecture. Then we fuck. There! The shit cycle repeats. And each time, you leave, you think we're good. Fuck. You."

"We could be good. What can I do to make you see that."

"How come you're this crazy? You have everything going for you. Why would you need some screwup bitch? My dad killed himself because of me. Hello~"

Imagine! You stalked over heaps of clothing scattered in a hazardous display. "I'm not crazy. I fell in love," You began. You kissed the top of Nicole's head, bringing her face into the curve of your neck. "We are soulmates, you and I. And I want to protect you."

She huffed and her lips moved against your skin. "I don't get it. There has to be something you could tell me other than that."

"When I first saw you, I thought you didn't need saving. You had your shit together more than I did. At least you knew who you were. There were times when I felt hollow, and nothing mattered. My mind would shut off and my body would run on autopilot. And when I met you, a switch flipped, and every choice I made became clear. The fog never took over again when I thought of you. Maybe I wanted to be like you. You're confident whereas I pretend. Also I don't plant to die on you."

"You know I'm a socio right. What you said was pretty." She paused and looked you in the eyes. "I just- don't care enough."

You nod, "And I'm there too. I don't care if you break up with me. You could do it every day and we'll end up here. We'll fuck and make up. I don't want it to be that way. We could be as happy as we can. I could save you. We're both broken. We'll fix each other."

Imagine! Pillowy soft lips danced around yours. Your clit stung with the pressure of being rubbed against another. Nicole mewled over a punk guitar rift meant to distract her perv brother. You bucked your hips in a circular motion. Tingles traveled to your palpitating heart.

Every word you thought to say other than her name came out as a hitch. You grinded faster, belly churning with the desire to release.

You felt the pent-up energy ready to gush all over Nicole's pussy. A disaster you've become. Your lips encased hers. You knocked teeth and bit her tongue. You captured her pleas and brought your finger to her chest. Her nipples peaked and hard. You never stopped rolling your sex into hers.

You whined, pained with the longing to cum. You straightened your back, rolling longer strokes against her entrance. Nicole buried her face into a stuffed bear she kept close. Her moans slipped muffled out into the open. Her arms flailed from the top of her head to the dips in your hips. She needed to grasp onto something. Anything.

You took her hands into yours. You'll get through this together.

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[perplexingly]

Now that I'm rereading LotR, I'm kinda amazed that even being familiar with all the poetry in this book I still heavily underestimated the amount of singing there is. Like, besides the times when we are given the lyrics of the songs, there's just SO many mentions of characters singing - singing when they're content, quiet singing when taking a watch at night, walking songs, war songs, magic songs, singing as a history lesson, singing out of grief, singing because poetry is their hobby, or their friend's hobby (as in case when Frodo had attempted his hand at poetry in private conversation with Sam), the entire Tom Bombadil sequence is almost completely sang-through including the barrow-wights's songs. Just. SO much singing

[khaopybara]

Hi, first of all, I hope this ask finds you well 🤗

I wanted to ask, what is your top 10 favorite FirstKhao kisses? 🙃

anon, first of all, thank you for wanting to know but also, you're asking the worst person, because i'm so bad at picking favorites 🥲 excuse me because i was inspired hence the length of this answer. i was also trying my best to procrastinate instead of doing what i was supposed to do (study).

thankfully you didn't ask me to rank them, so in no particularly order of preference we have:

sandray's new year's peck

it's soft, it feels so domestic and sweet. it's just them being happy and content and hopeful for the future. it's great.

sandray's pool kiss

it's such a fucking statement (despite ray not realizing it). the way sand was all stiff when kissing boeing, but when he kisses ray he's immediately into his touch? and how he reaches out to touch ray? how his hand hovers over ray's throat? 10/10.

sandray's smoke kiss

what a phenomenal first kiss, we all have to agree. it's hot, it's gorgeous, and it show so much passion and desire from both parts, honestly. the whole sequence was breathtaking, and i love it. (the way sand pulls on ray's bottom lip and when he kisses ray's hip tattoo? absolute cinema.)

akkayan's "what is our relationship?" kiss

in specific this second kiss out of the three we've got back to back. it's just so cute the way akk keeps saying what aye doesn't want to hear just to get more kisses, and aye happily "punishes" him for it. the way they both smile before and into the kiss. it's for sure one of my all time overall favorite kisses.

sandray's angry kiss

completely different vibes from the previous one. i don't know, it just has such a good build-up. from the moment ray barged into that room i knew he wasn't leaving sand without either getting punched or getting railed. unfortunately, top got in the way for that second option to happen. it's the way ray just takes a breath between kisses and how disoriented sand looked when they were interrupted that does it for me.

sandray's end of the date kiss

it was the perfect end for the perfect day if bostonnick hadn't appeared. were they going to have sex in the balcony of sand's apartment? maybe. but it's not about that. their day together had been perfect. they woke up together, had breakfast together, went shopping together, went to a concert, ate, flirted, ray met sand's mom and sang for him. ray opened up about his mom. they were both on the way to let the other in and give each other a try, and then we know what happened.

akkayan's fantasy kiss

akk has a very vivid imagination. people have talked about this before. how it doesn't start with an actual kiss, but just a cheek kiss, and then it's akk imagining aye wanting him, actively pursuing him romantically, choosing him, kissing him. it's just gorgeous.

akkayan's first actual kiss

"i want to kiss you. can i kiss you?" "if you want me to stop, if you're not okay, tell me. i'll stop." IT'S BEAUTIFUL!!! i'm in awe every time i watch this scene. it's so gentle and tame, and at the same time, it's so heavy with meaning. the way they both feel the kiss? listen, i'm unwell.

sandray's 'sand almost got that d' kiss

no one can convince me sand didn't want to get fucked in that car, and i love how ravished he looks when they are interrupted (again) by mew. but this kiss is here specifically because of the this part where ray so skillfully closes the sunroof with one hand while still kissing sand. i love it. when it came out, i watched this part more times than i'd like to admit.

akkayan's bridge kiss

akkayan's kisses in our skyy 2 were works of art. i lost count of how many times i've watched this kiss in specific. now we know that most of the bridge scene was improvised, hence why akk/first looks amused by aye/khaotung's little pecks before their actual kiss, but it's undoubtedly one of their prettiest kisses. the location, and the sun behind akk's head, the domesticity and sweetness. it's just so so great, i really love it.

special mentions: weed cookie "kiss", cheek kiss after sex and cheek kiss after therapy, because i needed to include them too. they are that special to me.