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[kdram-chjh]

Cdrama: Follow Your Heart (2024)

9 types of Yan Nanxing! | Follow your heart 颜心记 | iQIYI

Watch this video on Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/a-sSjfY09mc

[mksart08]

Village Scenery Boat On River with Pen Art #penart #ballpenart #drawing

[cazador1294]

[clemsfilmdiary]

Tron (1982, Steven Lisberger)

7/8/23

[rwpohl]

wise blood, john huston 1979

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sabrina, einstürzende neubauten, silence is sexy 2000

[robryebeach]

NEW BIRD Video. #video #funnyvideo #shorts

[rickgoodman]

Unlock Your True Potential with Transformational Leadership: Dr. Rick Go...

[astercontrol]

I noticed that you're essentially the resident RAM person on Tumblr and, first of all, you're fascinating and I love you (in a non romantic way) and second, do you know, or have ideas, about what RAM's circuitry looks like under the armor?

Oooh!!!!!!

First of all I appreciate the compliments very much -- it feels weird to be considered a Ram expert since I've only been in Tron fandom a little over a year, and I really don't want to take away from the voices of fans who have been here for ages... but, I do admit I have spent that short time in an abnormally intense state of hyperfixation, and I LOVE talking about my headcanons, especially about Ram...

so... here we go!!

Okay, so, in my funhouse of a brain this thing about Ram's circuitry is probably a more complicated question than it'd seem to anyone else. Several different interpretations and answers here.

On the one hand, there's my understanding that clothing in the Encom system doesn't actually come off, just gets shifted from one outfit to another-- with the same sort of animated effect you might get when changing the outfit of a video game avatar.

Generally, asking what's under a program's suit is a kind of meaningless question.

I think even if they have a "naked" option for how they can appear, it's not "underneath" the others in any meaningful sense, it's just another outfit. Nor is it their "true" appearance in any way -- one program could have several different naked renders with different anatomy!

But:

your question was about armor, and I do imagine that some of the armor pieces worn by warriors in the Games can be taken off. Although we don't see proof of it onscreen, my own feelings tell me that the helmets and gauntlets and shoulder pads can probably be "removed" pretty much like clothing. On the code level of things, I imagine the code for those is more similar to "object being carried" than "outfit being worn."

Interesting little side detail here! Apart from the very dramatic change of outfit that Yori does in the Deleted Love Scene, there are a couple instances of small costume changes being made between scenes-- with known behind-the-scenes reasons for it.

Like how Yori wears a warrior helmet while on the Solar Sailer, because Cindy Morgan insisted on taking a break from that tight headcap and the painful glue that held it onto her head.

But then, it's fairly straightforward to theorize in-universe reasons why a helmet may be more proper solar-sailing attire than a headcap.

It's harder to explain an in-universe reason for the sudden change in appearance in both Ram's disc and his hands, between two frames of the disc-trick scene:

The out-of-universe explanation is that the disc tricks were done by a double, instead of by Dan Shor. Which could explain the shift from bare hands to gloves-- it's probably hard to do those tricks with gloves on (though it doesn't quite explain why Ram has to wear gloves the whole rest of the scene, or why a whole different disc was needed.)

In-universe, anyway, I like to imagine that Ram was calibrating or testing his disc in some way-- and this involved running a subroutine that temporarily changed the appearance of both the disc and his hands, simply as a graphic interface to show that the routine is running.

....Okay, that was a long side detail! Back onto the question of Ram's armor.

I've also posted before about how I view the armor of game warriors. Basically, I see it as functioning less like actual armor, and more like a set of symbols to represent which programs do what. (Like how the toga indicates novices, and so on.)

Anyway, whatever Ram's vest means, I think that it does come off, and would reveal a different set of circuitry on the "bodysuit" portion of his render underneath that.

But, to be honest, I think that pattern would be pretty standardly similar to the one on Flynn and on a few of the other conscripts. The parts of it that we can see-- that little arrowlike thing below his neck, for instance-- are pretty much the same. So I'd guess it's all part of a design that's just one of a few standard render patterns that get used and reused for warriors.

However.

Ram could still have a secret, unique, cool and interesting appearance of his own! The whole outfit of Ram in the games is a render chosen by the MCP, and is not necessarily what Ram considers "himself."

I think programs can have specific appearances that they consider to be their "true form"-- the way they appear when they get to be fully themselves. This is what Yori seemed to be shifting into for the Love Scene.

It's even more clear in the novelization's version of that scene, which also gave Tron a transformation of his own, in which his circuitry "took on a flowing look."

I imagine it's possible that many programs have a "true form" with patterns that look less angular and more organic. The parts of the System that are "free" and the way things naturally "should" be (...the I/O Tower.... Yori's creative decorations in her quarters...) do tend to have more flowing, curvaceous lines.

....And now I do feel a bit inspired to draw something like that for Ram.

I think he'd love it.

[shortshowname]

Guess who's finally doing a pinned post

(Might do actual art later but that's been the main point of procrastination for me for this post so BOOM mspaint)

Hey y'all it's me Shortly C. Showname

Or just Short for shor- uhhhh you get the point I'm not finishing that thought

Okay what do I even put here. Uhhh I play a bunch of cartoony games and also draw until 4am. That's it that's my pinned post.

Fandoms I draw for:

A Hat in Time Definitely my most consistent thing to get dragged back into. It's my favorite game what can I say 🎩 Even at the times it's not my main focus you can definitely at least expect me to draw the discord's art prompts when they come up

Billie Bust Up Let's just say AHIT is gonna have some competition for favorite game once this releases

Here Comes Niko Hhhhhhh ever draw the same character for 77 days in a row Honestly besides my old "Drawing Niko every day" Challenge I don't draw them that frequently, but as of writing this I AM in the middle of my Switch replay and like. I love this game so much man idk what to tell you ✨𓆏✨

Me and My Shadow You ever watch a single Dazzreviews video in 2021 and then get stuck thinking about a cancelled Dreamworks movie for the next 3 years

UT/DR Deltarune is definitely more frequent, that is to say if either of them are frequent, but uhhhh yeah

Wordgirl Aka me drawing Dr. Two-Brains every day forever (Currently my main obsession as of writing this)

Uhhh that's all for now until I decide to add links and stuff 💥

[ragan-a]

bitch i almost didnt post this cause i thought september had a 31st.

im going to try to post a shor video of my inktober every single day!>:3

[kdram-chjh]

Cdrama: Follow Your Heart (2024)

Blind selection of brides at weddings | Follow your heart 颜心��� | iQIYI

Watch this video on Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/y2lK4kAlfFU

[dsudis]

Which Betokeneth Concorde (Dreamling dancing fluff)

I was scrolling through my blog yesterday looking for a fic prompt that would catch my fancy, and instead I ran across this video of people dancing in public and decided to write about Dream and Hob encountering something similar.

Title is from "East Coker" by TS Eliot:

On a summer midnight, you can hear the music Of the weak pipe and the little drum And see them dancing around the bonfire The association of man and woman In daunsinge, signifying matrimonie— A dignified and commodiois sacrament. Two and two, necessarye coniunction, Holding eche other by the hand or the arm Whiche betokeneth concorde.

Dream had been dimly aware that one of the many things he would have to face, as the price of courting Hob Gadling, was his own refusal to dance.

Dancing was one of the most traditional of courting activities, after all. He had never seen Hob dance, but Dream was certain that he would be as enthusiastic for that pastime as he was for nearly every other he had ever attempted.

(Hob had a fixed dislike of rowing, even in circumstances others typically found romantic. Dream was thoroughly charmed by Hob's insistence that he would not trust his life to so small an amount of wood between himself and any body of water, however shallow and placid it might be.)

Still, Dream had not expected the question of dancing to arise on this, their fifth date, while they were crossing the campus of the university where Hob taught en route to a small bookstore Hob thought Dream would like. It was broad daylight, a sunny morning during the summer holiday when the campus was mostly empty.

Dream was focusing intently on not peeking into Hob's very noisy daydreams regarding the bookshop and what kisses or touches might be permissible in the privacy of its winding shelves. It was difficult, when they were holding hands and Hob was so eager, but Dream did like to be surprised, even if Hob had blithely given permission for Dream to "peek" at will.

Dream did not actually notice the thing on the ground until Hob had stopped short a few yards from it; even then what he noticed was the abrupt disappearance of all those intriguing daydreams, replaced by Hob's sudden and consuming interest in something materially present. After another moment, Dream took in the faint sound of music being played from a small speaker somewhere nearby, and a ring of some sort on the ground, and the words DANCE HERE in chalk beside it.

Ah.

Hob looked over at him with an expression of pure joy illuminating his features. "Shall we dance?"

Dream swallowed hard. He had refused Hob nothing within his power since they had begun courting; he did not want to look at Hob's bright, eager face and say no now.

Still, he was what he was, and he could not be otherwise, even for Hob. "I... do not dance."

Hob's excited expression softened--not turning unhappy, but thoughtful.

Dream braced himself to be coaxed, perhaps gently teased. He could endure that, from Hob. And these were early days; even being enticed to something he could not consent to do would be better than Calliope's resigned disappointment in the waning days of their marriage.

But Hob, as he so often did, surprised Dream. His expression brightened again as he said, "I probably should not. For all the time I've had, it's not a skill I've cultivated to any effect."

Despite his words Hob looked toward the circle again, and Dream knew that he did not want to just pass it by. And if he did not mind, if he would give in to Dream's refusal so easily...

"You need not refrain for my sake," Dream said carefully. "If you do not mind dancing without me."

Hob tilted his head and tugged at his ear, a different smile playing at his mouth. "What if I dance with you, even if you don't dance with me?"

Dream tilted his head in turn. "I will not deny you my companionship only because you choose to dance."

"Well then, let's do this," Hob said, catching Dream's hand and tugging him along. Dream stopped short of the chalked words, and Hob kept hold of his hand as he stepped decisively into the circle--which somehow made the music play more loudly.

Dream made himself perfectly still, his arm fully extended and exactly parallel to the ground, only his fingers flexing--and only his fingers were within the edge of the dancing circle.

Hob squeezed those fingers, beaming again with even more excitement than when he had first sighted the invitation to dance. The music was modern, bright and quick, calling for a very modern and energetic sort of dancing, and Dream was not uninterested in seeing what Hob might do in that area; that sort of dancing was close enough to sex to push the boundaries of what they had done thus far in their courtship, and Dream knew that they were both waiting to see who would grow impatient first with taking it slow.

The right kind of dancing might settle that question very decisively.

Hob knew that too; there was a moment when his dark eyes looked even darker, when their usual warmth for Dream gave way to outright heat.

Then he folded forward just far enough to brush his lips against Dream's extended fingertips before letting go altogether. Keeping his eyes on Dream's he spread his arms wide and walked backward in tiny steps. Just before his heel would have crossed the border of the circle, he whirled in place, making his loose jacket flare out like a cape. He stomped and then clapped his hands sharply, a half-beat behind--neither on any discernible beat of the song.

By the time he faced Dream again he was struggling not to smile, mirth glowing in his eyes. Dream kept his own expression as stern and frozen as his body as Hob returned to him in tiny mincing steps that should have been a promenade across the width of a ballroom.

Just before he would have reached the near side of the circle, Hob converted one tiny step to a vertical hop and clapped, once again entirely off the beat of the music and the two motions out of sync with each other.

Dream could not help it. He laughed, throwing his head back and letting the rough-edged ugly sound pour out.

Hob started laughing in startled reaction, and an instant later his arms were around Dream. He whirled them both away from the circle in something that was not quite a dance step as he muffled his own laughter against Dream's shoulder. Dream hushed himself by pressing kisses to Hob's hair and his throat, wrapping his arms tightly around him. They were both nearly staggering already when they collided with a bench, and Hob more or less fell onto it, hauling Dream down approximately into his lap.

"Maybe," Hob said, still holding Dream tight against him despite the awkwardness of their entanglement. "Maybe you should desert me, the next time I get it into my head to dance. For your safety."

"I am made of sterner stuff than you," Dream said, elbowing Hob just enough to make his point. "And I was just thinking that we should go somewhere with a bit more space for you to show off your... moves."

Hob giggled at that, wonderfully absurd daydreams bursting forth from him of breaking out the half-remembered steps of a peasant's festival day dance in a crowded club. Dream had to kiss him for that, and kiss him, and kiss him again while taking full advantage of the way he was partially wedged between Hob's legs.

"I win," Hob gasped, his thighs tightening strongly around Dream. "I win, you--take me home, Dream, we can't do this on the quad."

Dream lingered to kiss him one more time, and then did as his lover bid him.

[This fic is also on Ao3!]

[starkandthewaynes]

Ghosts from the past Chapter 4

Jazz blushes as Danny's harsh language. "Jason?" Bruce asks as Jazz fiddles with her hair for a moment. "Danny is Jason's biological little brother." Jazz starts as she takes a deep breath. "Danny got adopted by my parents, the Fenton's, at age four, when Danny was 14, my parents built a portal into another dimension called the ghost zone, cause they're ghost hunters. However it, it didn't work. So Danny, being the brilliant idiot he is, walked into it. The portal turned him half ghost. A year later he decided to tell the Fentons." Jazz says as everything falls out of her mouth. "They, god, they nearly killed him all the way. Even told the GIW, the government's secret ghost ward, that under the echo acts can do whatever they need to do to Ecto-Entities. When I was on a weekend visit I figured it out and got Danny out of there, and then the god of time de-aged Danny to protect him and we moved to Gotham." Jazz says, tears falling down her cheeks. "But why is this legal?" Tim asks as jazz wipes her face. "The anti-Ecto Acts, they say ghosts aren't sentient beings, that they're just leftover human emotion mixed with ectoplasm, but that's simply not true. They have their own dimension, their own laws, and ruler, and they are sentient beings." Jazz says as the bats and birds seem to get angry on the two new friends' behalf. "Jazz, in order to take this to the justice league, I need to meet this ruler and have a sit down with them, so we can begin diplomatic proceedings," Bruce says as Jazz lets out a gargled laugh. "I just sent him away with your kid." Jazz says as Bruce nods. "I see, so, let me get this right, the government believes these ghosts aren't sentient and have thusly experimented on the ruler of another dimension." Bruce says as jazz nods "Yes, sir, that is correct." Jazz says as she hears Danny giggle. "And said ruler is a child." Bruce says as Jazz sucks in a breath. "That's where it gets complicated. While Danny may look like a four-year-old, in reality he is 16, ad sometimes he'll remember that, and other times he truly is a little child." Jazz says, as Bruce nods. "How old was he when they did their experimentations?" Bruce asks. "15, he had just turned 15." Jazz whispers, as someone hands her a tissue. "This is going to be a long process, Jasmine, but I promise, we will get you and Danny justice," Bruce says as Jazz starts full on crying now.

"Billy he's a kid!" Jon says as the four teenagers gather around the four-year-old. "I'm a King!" Danny says proudly as he yawns. "Yeah, yeah, king of the ghosts." Collin says, as they play video games. Danny was beating them at every game they played, how, no one knew, and Danny refused to tell them. "I'm bored." Danny whines after the 13 round of Mario kart. "I think it may be your bed time, Danny." Jason says in the doorway. "JJ!" The little one screams, as he runs towards his brother. "JJ, I not tiwed." Danny says as Jason picks him up. "Thank you guys for watching him for a bit." Jason says as the boys nods

"JJ, I 'on't want to go to bed!" Danny whines as Jason carries downstairs to Jazz. "Jazz!" Danny says, as Jazz smiles. "Danny, you should be asleep." Jazz says, making Danny frown. "Noooo!" He whines, wiggling until Jason lets him go. "Gotta catch me first." Danny says, going invisible as Jazz groans. "Danny, no powers!" Jazz chastises as Tim looks down at his legs. "Danny?" He asks, as his shoes get tied together and he gets pushed into Jazz. "Sorry, Tim." Jazz says, righting the boy as she tries to follow Danny. "Mister danny, I have cookies." Alfred says,as the tired little boy shows himself besides Alfred. "Cookies?" Danny asks, as Jazz sighs. "Thank god for Alfred." Jazz whispers, making Jason laugh.

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Hi everyone! Sorry for the wait! My grandfather passed right before Christmas and I got suspended from college, so I wasn’t really wanting to do anything. But I’m doing better now and so I’m trying to write some more! Sorry this one’s short

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[kirbyoctournament]

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Hello. You've talked to me before. It seems I cannot communicate through video any more thorough this channel of souls.

Curious.

I am MORGAN, as I said before; and I worked with the hero.

All things I've told you before, yes? Do you remember? Did you think it was a dream or a play? Simply because it was a performance? But everything in this universe is a performance; we dance to your tune.

Well.

I speak of something different today. The beginning and the end. If this place will not allow me to speak of the hero, then I must find another way to convey the truth.

..You may have realised it already. The beginning started with the two cores she brought up. Or was it before that, when ███████ █████ was ██████?

...I understand. I'll not bring that up again.

Anyway. Keep in mind the fact that some things are not as they seem, but that does not mean they are malicious- or even mean you harm.

Or maybe they do. (Or maybe they-)

Who knows?

Can you even trust me? I am named after... well. Haha. I am sure you can figure it out.

Some t████ so they █an...

Ah.

Our time grows shor█ again litt█e █nes.

███e th█e w█l█ ti█ n███ t█m█.

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[fashionch668]

Take the same style video of Jane’s MV

拍同款

拍同款MV

拍张靓颖MV

拍同款《我们说好的》MV

中文歌词：我们说好决不放开相互牵的手，可现实说过有爱还不够。

Lyrics translation：We promised that we never give up our relationship, but there is only love to retain. It is not enough to retain the relationship.

Hong Kong pronunciation of the lyrics: wor mung shor how jur but fung kyle shung hoo qung de(de is French.) show, kor shang shir shor gung yoa eye hi but goat.

#拍同款 #拍同款MV #张靓颖 #我们说好的 #我们说好的MV #张靓颖MV #翻唱歌曲 #翻唱 #翻唱中文歌 #翻唱张靓颖 #cover Jane’s MV  

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