#since revolution was on 3/3 and it's supposed to be night

[doggyjjm]

trail cam footage

(alt version under cut)

[voltas-do-mar]

bring me home / bring me home thoughts of you will bring me home as the sun may rise with crashing tides oh, you will bring me home

oh, at home there's my darling [The name here is muffled. Two syllables.] and i miss him all day long he has strange style / but he makes me smile and for him i will stay strong

[starryeyedstray]

fic premise: when hank and connor reunite and hug it out at chicken feed, hank realizes that deviancy isn't the only new thing about connor. he's got trauma now too.

In the aftermath of the Android Revolution, Connor had been busy. His missions were clear: organize security and make New Jericho safe for androids. That was clear. Many days were spent organizing and meeting and talking and surveilling and patrolling and discussing. Androids didn’t need sleep. They could just keep performing tasks endlessly. And so that’s what Connor did. He kept going and going. Distracting himself. Completing his missions. It wasn’t that Connor was hesitant to go into stasis. That he was reminded how he would go into stasis every time he reported to Cyberlife. Every time he was in the Zen Garden. Every time he saw Amanda. He wasn't afraid that if he went into stasis they would seize control again. Connor was just busy. Busy completing his new missions.  

And then 3 weeks passed. And then suddenly he was told to rest. 

“I’ve seen you working Connor. You haven’t stopped and I know you’re up doing patrols while the rest of us go into stasis,” Markus said one day when it felt like things were finally settling down. “You need a break.” 

“Markus, I don't need a break. I can function optimally as I am.” 

“I’m not taking no for an answer. I’m telling you to rest. Take a break for a day. You can get back to fulfilling your role here tomorrow. Now go rest.” 

Connor knew he could probably persist or ignore his orders. But Connor vowed to make up for what he had done in the past by helping Markus. And if Markus was issuing a command, he was going to follow through.  

“Got it,” he replied.  

“Thank you. See you here tomorrow.” 

Connor left the warehouse that was New Jericho’s temporary HQ and started walking. He could stick around New Jericho, but he knew some deviants still felt discomforted by his presence. Plus, with how crowded it was, it'd be difficult to find a place for him to idle without bothering anyone. And he didn't like being idle anyway.

He considered calling for a cab, but he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to do that anymore. Cyberlife had covered any extraneous costs that were incurred while he worked on cases, but now that he severed himself from Cyberlife he was certain that they would not be covering those expenses. Besides, he didn’t know where he wanted to go. So he just walked. He flipped his coin absently as he did. He was supposed to be taking a break. But he had no where to go. When he went deviant, he lost all directive. He could no longer go back to Cyberlife.

He flipped his coin as he came at an intersection. Heads was left. Tails was right. Heads. He did that many times until he realized that he was near somewhere familiar. A soft snow had begun falling and Connor realized he was approaching Chicken Feed, the food truck Hank had taken him to when they worked together. Hank.

Connor had not seen Hank since the night of the Android Revolution. In the midst of all the androids awakening another at the Cyberlife Tower, Connor suggested that Hank leave since it could get dangerous. Hank agreed and Connor escorted him out of the building along with the army of new deviants.  

Before Hank got in the car that the other Connor had tricked him into driving here, Connor announced, “Lieutenant, I regret to inform you that I will no longer be your partner at the DPD. I only worked there under the collaborative directive between the DPD and Cyberlife. I have since terminated my associations with Cyberlife.” 

“No shit, kid.” 

Connor hesitated before continuing. “I’m sorry you got dragged into all of this, but I really did enjoy our time together, Hank. Perhaps, we will meet again.” 

Hank grasped his shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “Come visit me, kid. When things have settled down. You know where to find me.” 

“Past experience suggests that you are not always where you're supposed to be,” Connor said a hint of a smile on his lips. 

Hank laughed, “That never stopped you from finding me before.” 

The likelihood of Hank being here at the same time as Connor was very low. The food truck wouldn't be open and many humans have already evacuated Detroit. In fact, the probability of Hank being here while Connor was at this time of day was 0.8%. But Connor rounded the corner anyway. He had nowhere else to be. He was supposed to be on a break. And then he saw something in the distance. A large figure cutting against the white backdrop of the snow. 

Connor quickened his pace. A scan confirmed it. It was Hank. Hank turned as if expecting him and took a few steps toward him. They stopped short a couple feet of each other. Connor was unsure of what to say. He wasn’t sure what he should say. But Hank cracked a smile and Connor couldn’t help but crack one too. The lieutenant then stepped forward and pulled him into a hug. Connor had never hugged before. But he instinctually lifted his arms to reciprocate the hug. Hank's hand was at his neck holding him in place and it felt... comforting.

They stayed quiet before Hank finally released him. Hank had been worried that the revolution was gonna fail somehow. That he was going to lose Connor.  It hadn’t and he hadn’t. Everything turned out okay for the most part. Hank opted to hold Connor out at arm's length, hands on his shoulders. “It's been awhile. Thought you had forgotten about me.” 

“Androids don't forget unless our memory is reset.” 

“It’s just an expression.” Hank grinned. “Surprised you found me out here at this time of day.” 

“I was not seeking you… It happened by chance.” 

Hank furrowed his eyebrows. “Seriously?” 

“I was told to take a break. So I walked and arrived here.” 

Hank laughed. “They told you to take a break, eh? I’m taking one too. What do they got you doing out there?” 

They began a slow walk around the area as they swapped stories. The DPD was in chaos with all the precinct changes and trying to manage the evacuation and handling looters and protesters. It was difficult work.  

“The workload would be a helluva lot easier if you still worked there.” 

“I did increase your productivity by 87% while we were partners.” 

“You pull those number out of your ass?” 

“It was based off performance re—” 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Hank said with a nonchalant hand wave. He had learned it was better to just cut off Connor sometimes. Hank eyed the darkening sky and the increased snowfall. “Let’s go. The snows really piling on.”

And indeed it did. The snow fell faster quickly after. The temperature dropping that even Connor’s HUD showed a warning that he would soon be outside of optimal operation range. The wind picked up a flurry of snow wrapping around him. It felt cold.  

And he was back in the Zen Garden. A figure appeared in front of him through the blizzarding snow. It was Amanda. “We just had to wait for the right moment to resume control of your program."

...

Hank began to quickly shuffle to his car as the snow and wind began to bluster around him. “Damn, might not be able to drive if it gets any worse,” he called back. 

No response.  

He turned and saw Connor had fallen behind him a bit. “Con—” 

A bright pulsing red LED caught Hank’s attention. Something was wrong. Hank ran over. “Connor!” he called. Connor’s eyelids were fluttering. His arms wrapped protectively around himself. He grasped Connor’s shoulders and shook him. “Connor? What’s wrong? Connor!” he called. The once gentle snow becoming a blizzard.

Connor finally responded to the haphazard shaking. His eyes rapidly blinking until they finally focused on the lieutenant. LED shifting to yellow. “Hank?” 

“C’mon kid,” he called as he pulled Connor toward the car. They entered and Hank turned it on. The storm made the visibility low so they would have to wait it out for now before driving home. 

Hank dusted off some of the snow and eyed Connor who still seemed a bit unfocused. His LED spun yellow 3 more times before switching back to blue. 

“What the hell happened back there?” 

“What are you referring to, Lieutenant?” 

“You stopped back there and.. your light was red. What happened?” 

Connor looked away. His blue light turning yellow briefly as he thought. Hank could see the glow off the window. “I don’t know.” His arms were still tightly wrapped around his chest. Remembering the cold.  

“Is it too cold or something?” Hank questioned. He didn’t really know how androids worked, but maybe they weren’t supposed to be out in the snow for that long. Hell, Connor was wearing just that thin blazer he always wore. He must be cold. Hank began taking off his jacket and turned up the heater. 

“I am functional until temperatures drop below zero degrees Fahrenheit.” 

Hank tossed him his jacket. 

“I assure you that you need a jacket more than I do. Androids don’t feel the effects of the cold unless its well below freezing.” 

“Well, ya look cold.” 

“Lieutenant—” 

“Just put it on.” 

The car’s temperature was warm enough for a human to be relatively comfortable even without a jacket so Connor obliged to appease Hank.  

Hank sighed. “So if it wasn’t the cold, what caused your err… malfunction?” He wasn’t sure what word he should use to describe what happened to Connor. 

Connor wasn’t sure if he wanted to tell the truth or lie. He considered Hank a friend. Previously, it had been a part of his programming to cooperate with his partner. But now there was no end goal or reason to remain close to Hank. They weren’t solving a case. But Connor still wanted his company.  

“A recording of a memory replayed in my head that I had not pulled up intentionally.” His LED was spinning yellow. 

“A recording of a memory… so like a flashback?” 

“That is the equivalent human experience.” 

“I take it, it wasn’t a very good memory.” 

Connor closed his eyes. LED flashing. Yellow. Red. Yellow. He opened his eyes again. “It was not.” 

Hank studied Connor’s face. It was neutral now, but not the usual neutral face he usually sported. There was a lightness to that neutral face. A brightness in his eyes. There was tension in this one. His eyes flickered to Connor’s reflection in the opposite window. LED still yellow.

Could androids get PTSD? If their brains were wired like a humans, maybe they could. There were cases where androids would go through trauma and injury causing them to deviate and they were sent for reprogramming. Or disassembled. It had been so natural at the time, but the thought of that now made his stomach turn. There was no way in hell he’d let that happen to Connor. They’d find another solution. But what the hell would Connor even find traumatic?  

Hank recalled the first time he had remembered it turning red. This was before he learned what the colors really meant. He had seen interrogated android’s LEDs flicker red or yellow previously so he knew what it generally meant stress or something. But he never gave it much thought. Until he saw Connor’s go red.

Against Hank’s orders, Connor had dived into the middle of gunfire to try to read a deviant’s memories. The deviant shot himself in the head and Hank had come running after Connor panicked that he had been injured. He grabbed the android to see if he was hurt. And berated him with a mix of anger and relief when Connor said he was okay. And then Connor admitted he was scared. And Hank hesitated. Noticed the red LED for the first time. Before Hank could even come up with something to say, Connor was back to his usual self. Focus. Driven. Blue LED. Back to the mission. Revealing the clue he had found out about Jericho. It almost gave Hank mental whiplash. He had seemed so frightened but now he was back to normal. At the time, he figured androids didn’t hold onto trauma like that. But now, he suspected Connor was just really good at pushing it down for the sake of the mission. 

He later learned that red was an indicator of severe distress. So he started paying attention to the color of Connor’s LED.  

The second time he had seen Connor’s LED go red was when they were at Kamski’s house. Hank didn’t like Kamski. Everything about him screamed he was a pompous asshole living in his ivory tower. Him and his fucking Kamski Test. Connor had almost shot that android girl. But despite Kamski’s persistence, he relented, his LED flashing red. Hank was so relieved he hadn’t really noticed at the time. Not until he was back in the car driving back to the station.  

It was strange. Even with a gun to his face and his life on the line, Connor’s LED only ever was yellow. Real physical danger never seemed to distress Connor. Feeling scared. Feeling empathy. Those are what had distressed Connor. What made his LED flash red. Acknowledging emotions before he had deviated. So what emotion had triggered it today? 

“Do you want to talk about it?” The snowstorm had lightened up; the blizzard passing. A light flurry of snow remained.  

Yellow. Red. Yellow. If Hank hadn’t been staring he would have missed it. 

“No.” 

Hank sighed. He knew what it was like for people to pry so he wouldn’t. “Let’s go to my place.” 

-end-

hope y'all enjoyed this piece!! it's part of a larger fic i've been working on but haven't made much progress recently. i haven't been writing much lately (too focused on drawing) but wanted to release this and maybe get some motivation to finish the fic haahahhah.

[girlactionfigure]

Here’s what it’s like to be a Jewish student at UPenn 🧵👇

 Penn was my dream school. Now it feels unrecognizable. Rising antisemitism, vandalism, and threats have gone unchecked. I shared my story with congress and the state senate months ago — nothing has changed.

In September 2023, UPenn hosted the Palestine Writes Festival. It featured speakers with long antisemitic histories who glorified terrorism. Thousands of students, alumni, and politicians pleaded with the administration to act.

They ignored us.  2/ 

I raised my safety concerns with UPenn leadership. Their response? "Hillel is one of the safest buildings on campus. You have nothing to worry about."

2 days later, Hillel was vandalized. The perpetrator screamed: “F** the Jews!”*  3/ 

Hillel is supposed to be a safe space—a place to eat kosher, pray, rehearse with my a cappella group, or just study.

The morning of the break-in, my op-ed was finally published: “What Are We Waiting For?”

Hours later, my fears were proven right. Weeks later a bomb threat was made on the building 4/

Noah Rubin | An open letter to Jewish students at PennNoah Rubin urges fellow students at Penn to utilize their....Link

December 3rd, 2023: A mob of students, faculty, and extremists marched through campus.

They screamed:

“Intifada revolution!” “From water [river] to water [sea], Arab Palestine!” “Only the martyr in spirit and blood can open the gates of Al Aqsa!” 5/ 

We locked ourselves in our rooms, terrified.

Buildings were vandalized with graffiti:

“Blood Money” “Intifada” “Avenge Gaza” 6/ 

I missed my finals work that night. I and hundreds of Jewish students couldn’t leave our rooms.

I shared this months ago. Now another semester is over, and nothing has changed to prevent this from happening again.

The silence from UPenn’s administration is deafening.  7/ 

Since then, a pro-Hamas encampment took over campus for 2 weeks in the spring. Jewish students were harassed daily:

Called slurs. Physically blocked from campus spaces. Told: “Hamas should do it again. You’re next.”

We were told to “avoid the center of campus.”  8/ 

Meanwhile, we were called: “Nazis,” “Hitler’s children,” and worse.

Some Jewish students were physically assaulted. 

Professors aren’t just silent—they’re leading this:

Some skip class to chant “Intifada!” Others justify Hamas terror or post extremist rhetoric online.

One even posted a Hamas military patch as a “cool” Facebook photo.

How is this acceptable?  9/ 

I’ve had over 20 meetings with administrators. I’ve been told to “take care of myself and get some rest.”

That was months ago. Now the semester is over, and I’m asking again:

How long will Jewish students be ignored?  10/ 

Why do these professors have full classrooms? Why are they given the official platform to spew hate? 

Many of them are not even tenured!  11/ 

Penn is failing its Jewish students. We’re looking over our shoulders just to get to class.

We deserve better. This fight isn’t just about us—it’s about stopping hatred from being normalized on campus.

Enough is enough.  12/ 

If you’re a Jewish student, an ally, or someone who cares about truth—stand up, speak out, and hold universities accountable.

We shouldn’t have to feel unsafe at our own schools.

I ask again: What are we waiting for?

🛑 #StopAntisemitism

@NoahGRubin

[lotus-ashi]

Amorraweek2025. Day 3: Promises

Okay, I finally forced myself to write something after months of not daring to type out a single word in English, so forgive me if you find sentences that sound weird or any grammar mistakes. Anyway, I hope you like it :) @amorraweek2025

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The weight of the atmosphere that night was starting to feel so heavy that for a moment, Korra felt her lungs and stomach contracting excruciatingly.

With his back facing her, she heard more than saw him swiftly rearranging his clothes, the ruffle of the fabric the only sound present in the room. Korra under the sheets drew her knees to her chest and hugged herself, incapable of taking her eyes from his tall figure.

They had just had sex less than an hour ago, but it was pretty clear this was going to be their last meeting. She knew it the moment Amon showed up in her bedroom and locked gazes with her before pulling her into his arms.

“Why?” Korra blurted out and flinched at hearing herself. She didn’t plan to say anything. If he wanted to go, he was welcome to do so. Right?

For several minutes, he said nothing; the only proof he had heard her was his hands halting their movements and falling at his sides. When Korra began to think Amon was not going to answer her, he sighed and turned back, that mocking mask of his looking at her spot in the bed.

“You of all people should know why. The political environment is getting more and more complex these days, the populace is growing restless-”

She wasn’t sure what hurt her the most, either the aloofness of his tone or his words, but these fueled a fire inside her. She would not allow him to patronize her in that manner.

“Oh, do you mean your so-called Revolution is getting closer to its goal?” She cut him off, her chin rising defiantly as she removed her arms from her knees. “Of course, you don’t need to fuck the hateful Avatar anymore if that’s the case.”

“Don’t be stupid.” In two strides, he caught up with her and took hold of her wrist when she tried to get up. “And don’t act as if you’ve barely noticed that we belong to different sides. This must come to an end.”

It was not easy to deal with the lump that settled in her throat at being this vulnerable under the acute scrutiny of his eyes. But if Korra was positive about something, it was that she was not the type of person who shrank into herself and snatched her arm from his grip, instead clutching the upper part of his garb, pulling him sharply towards her. Her other hand maneuvered not to let go of the sheet covering her nudity.

“I never asked you why this was supposed to cease.” The stream of warm air coming from the tiny nostrils in his mask made her eyelashes flutter. “I meant, why now?”

Whatever comeback she expected to get from him, it wasn’t this.

“I can’t pretend to be the Equalist leader out there and, at the same time, your companion inside these four walls anymore.” With a frown, she let him continue without more disruptions. “The force of the Revolution has reached a point of no return, and I must, no, I want to commit myself to the cause without contradicting myself onwards. You surely sense the weight of our agreement, too.”

Was she going crazy, or had Amon just opened with her? The man before her resembled nothing to the figure who haunted her dreams to this day, even though months had passed since their nightly encounters started. The worst part of it was that he was right. Korra no longer felt able to look her friends in the eye, knowing deep down she was betraying not only what she stood for, but also their trust in her.

“In the end, only one of us can succeed.” As if to emphasize his words, Amon brought his hand to her face, his thumb sliding gently over her forehead. Alerted, Korra released him and put as much distance as she could between the two.

The message was quite clear, then.

It was her turn to sigh and shake her head, while the strength with which she balled her hands threatened to break her skin.

If this was the bitter and definitive end, so be it.

“Just promise me…the day we face each other, neither of us is going to hold back. You’re not going to hold back.”

And Korra showed Amon her palm, blue eyes blazing with determination. She heard him holding back a chuckle, amused by her gesture. The only thing missing was cutting open their palms to seal the deal. It was not necessary to do so, though. The warmth of his hand pulled her out of her reverie, larger fingers fitting perfectly in the gaps between hers, like two pieces of a puzzle.

“You can count on it.”

Korra had a hard time watching him get out of her bedroom after that. A pair of treacherous tears slid over her cheeks, but she furiously wiped them away, promising to herself she wouldn’t be weak in his presence when that day came.

[dcdreamblog]

@thatsastepladder

US: Britannia and I did not start off with what I would call a happy relationship. Me: I'm shocked. US: It's true. It's true. Though it was something from afar for longer than you would expect. I never met her directly during the Revolution, or during 1812. Me: Why is that? US: She was...widespread then. Literally, during that era she was the most powerful of us by a wide margin. I was barely a flicker in the eye at the edge of her vast empire. I didn't warrant much in the way of her attention. Me: When DID you first meet? US: August 24th, 1814. Me: ...isn't that the night a bunch of British redcoats burned down the White House? US: The same night. I was standing in the light of it, of course, out on the lawn. My hackles were raising. I was plum ready to swear vengeance on her and her kin and by god- well but then she was there. Me: She appeared to you in that moment? US: Right before I swore some sort of fool blood oath, yes. We spoke. She was older than me. More experienced. Told me I had two choices. To plant my boots in the sod and hate and hate and hate, throw a hook at her right there and then we could exchange them until we were both bloody and confused as to who'd started what and why or... Me: Or...? US: I could let it go. We could both decide that war wasn't what either of us wanted. Put the hatchet in the dirt there and then and work towards a tomorrow. Me: So that conversation was the reason British-American relations would turn out so...cordial despite shared history? US: Or everything turning out so cordial despite shared history was why the conversation happened, hard to say. Since then she and I have always been...I'd say steadfast. She's not my bosom buddy but when I need someone who will sit down and listen and tell me what I actually NEED to hear, it's she. Me: Well better for all of us I suppose. US: Plus one of her young'uns turned in to my right hand man Johnny Canuck. Me: HA. Fair enough. And Marienne? US: She and I got along night one-...wh-w- by that I mean that-! Me: *Visible eyebrow* US: She and I have always had a mutual understanding! Get your mind outta the gutter, son! Though she was in a so-rry state when I first met her, wouldn't be long before I found out why... Me: The Revolution? US: When we first met she had this growing crack along her neck, going down over her collar and breastbone. Moved about 3 inches deeper in the time I knew her then. Took a beating the woman did, inside and out. Nowadays she and I are just...comfortable. Me: *Re-raises eyebrow* US: NEXT QUESTI-

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US: Challenges for ME, that's for certain. Me: How so? US: Well the challenges for them are what you'd expect. They're not as trained, not used to being under fire. Have to learn teamwork and trust and tactics. But that's expected. Me: Ok, so what isn't? US: They are not too all impressed with ME a lot of the time, especially when we first meet. Me: You as a person or...? US: As a person, as an idea. Been a long time since young people have been fully proud to stand and salute in my general direction. Not that there's no reason for that, mind. By nature of being...what I am and also being an old school mystery man, it's a two layer cake of authority for them to bristle under. Me: They get stuck with you as a magnet for all their hang ups about America AND as a stern father figure they want to shove against? US: Bingo. I like to think I'm reasonable in the front seat but I'm still a little...old fashioned when it comes to "management", I can struggle to give young folks the support they need to feel comfortable with me. Plus I got so used to everything being unspoken with my old Freedom Fighters. Me: The old Human Bomb or the like, they just trusted you implicitly US: And me them, certainly. Ironically we got TOO synced up for me to need to do a lot of leading there for a while. Each of them would just do what needed doing, like we were all fingers on the same fist. Me: And your new team? US: Some of the proudest damn men and women I have ever have the pleasure of serving with. I just got some pie on my face first. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

US: Day drinking. *We both laugh* US: In all honesty it's hard to tell you. It's a while away yet... Me: It's July 4th of this year. US:...oh jesus golly lord above me... *He leans back in his chair, pulling his hat down over his eyes*

[chussyracing]

what has been happening in the world of motorsports lately?

Natalie Robyn will leave the role of CEO of FIA after little over one year in the position after a “mutual agreement”

there is a rumour about Logan’s manager speaking to Haas for the opportunity of American team hiring American driver from next season onwards (reminder that Kevin is likely out of contention, Ollie is the hottest candidate and Guanyu is next in talks with Haas according to the paddock gossip)

the Chicago GP was denied …for now (so at this point you have to consider it being a possibility, potentially rotating circuit?)

Merc apparently offered Carlos a one year contract, since they want to keep their options open (potentially for Max leaving or for Kimi stepping up into the team), Red Bull is keen on keeping Checo (although Marko denied they would give him the 3 years contract extension he would like to get) so that door is closing, Audi reportedly extended the deadline on the decision from Carlos till around Monaco

there will be a special edition of Ferrari Trento on the podium this weekend (I’m adding a picture below) and special awards with names of previous winners including people of Emilia Romagna for the year 2023

Williams posted Lap of Legends with Logan driving against AI programmed legends (Andretti, Hill, Manson, Prost, Button, Villeneuve)

Alex Albon extended his Williams contract on multiple year basis (meaning he will be driving with the team through the new regs, but with Fred and Charles starting a new fashion in F1, we simply don’t know how long exactly that contract is)

Domenicali confirmed 25 races a season is a maximum stated by the Concorde Agreement, but he wants to expand F1 calendar in other ways (rotating circuits, more sprints, some journals even talk about sprints at every race weekend)

Ferrari esports team won the constructor championship

Max is supposed to be joining Team Redline this weekend because apart from Imola he is said to be racing in virtual 24 hours of Nürburgring (but with how their weekend is going so far? who knows)

F3 drivers Alex Dunne and Martinius Stenshorne became members of the McLaren junior academy

speaking of juniors, Nikola Tsolov, Martinius Stenshorne and Arvid Linblad (Alpine, McLaren and Red Bull juniors) broke the sporting code by racing in different series without announcing it (the reports differ about who raced where, if they announced it to their teams or to FIA) – the result is, Tsolov and Stenshorne will get a race ban, one of Spa, one for Silverstone, and Lindblad will only get a fine, because he didn’t race in a full race just took a part in testing/practice before the real race

reminder for people watching Sky Sports, that David Croft won’t be in this weekend, and Harry Benjamin is stepping in his place

FIA is considering a different penalty system for continuous penalties and for the situation where a driver gains advantage by leaving the track (Kevin started a revolution)

Domenicali also spoke about a possible engine change for 2030 regulations as the feedback from fans is that they miss the good old sound of F1 (so possibly more noise)

team principals (and Domenicali) had a shared dinner together in Imola and Andrea Stella didn’t get the memo about the dress code for the night

More than Equal initiative founded by David Coulthard and a Czech businessman Karel Komárek started a driver development programme with first 6 female drivers between 13 and 14 years from across the world including Czechia and Slovakia (and 4 more female drivers under the age of 13 got their backing)

31st world stars charity football match between star team for the children and all stars drivers will be held in Monaco on 21st May (we have yet to get confirmed who will be present)

Adrian Newey said he is ready to join another team after a short holiday and according to Jonathan Mcaboy, he already signed with Ferrari

in the latest interview James Vowles reminded that letting go of Logan in the middle of the season is not planned but he has to be open and say that he is at risk of losing his seat for next season because they are talking to 4-5 other drivers (he also said that their car is about 15 kgs overweight and their new upgrade introduced here is meant to fight that problem)

head aerodynamicist Gioacchino Vino is leaving Mercedes but they will get Simone Resta (strategy) and Enrico Sampo (performance) joining as soon as in October (side note: some reports say Vino was poached by Ferrari but 1: it is one not very reliable source, I highly doubt this is a figure Ferrari would go for and there are also reports it was not his choice to leave the team)

Pierre will run an auction for his tribute helmet for Senna after this weekend and donate the money to his charity

Charles said that Xavi leaving was a team decision, and he was informed after Miami

Valtteri Bottas held talks with James Vowles behind closed doors in Imola

[little1too1dramatic]

2nd Week; 5 movies for Lolitas

Hiii (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ You know, I´m something of a movie buff. However, this time I didn´t go for the best, or even the ones I enjoyed most (even if I liked all of the entries, of course) or even the objectivelly (critically) best ones. I think that those are good films for lolitas for various reasons. And spoiler - you won´t find Kamikaze Girls nor Marie Antoinette there.  1. Gypsy 83 Gypsy 83 is actually a goth film, but I feel like everyone who is a part of some subculture should see it. It´s about two friends, one who is struggling as a gay goth kid from a conservative town and one who is a plus size woman (with a lot of mommy issues) and their way to New York for Stevie Nicks night. Speaking of quality in road trip genre, it´s not another Priscilla, Queen of the Desert, but it´s about being true to yourself, even if your surroundings continue to let you down. Also, I love the soundtrack and wardrobes of our main characters! Honestly, maybe just skip it and watch Priscilla, Queen of the Desert? Less goths, but more drag queens.  2. Devil Wears Prada What does beggining of worst era for style and setting in a fashion magazine in common with EGL?  Honest love for fashion. Everyone who likes to watch out for trends, or likes their history, should watch this movie about people willing to do everything for fashion. Also, Meryl Streep is really chic here. Everyone feeling too old to dress nicely should watch her. 

3. Angelika Even though this might look a bit rough, the story is set in baroque and magnificent French castles. Gothic and baroque - the most lolita-sque of all historical styles.  If beautiful set isn´t enough, you will still love costumes! Angelika has a big wardrobe, so everyone will find something.If you don´t know this series of films, you should read about it first. It´s quite explicit, so you might prepare for it. 4. Adéla ještě nevečeřela/Ádela Has Not Had Her Supper Yet Czech film, a period detective sci-fi comedy. We made a lot of them, it was hard to film something contemporary (and even harder to make it any good) during socialism.   The influence of Edwardian era on lolita shouldn´t be underplayed, which is why I recommend Downton Abbey, but this feels closer to me. Adéla is a very funny detective comedy with great stylization, which makes it cool to watch even if you don´t enjoy the costumes.  Fun fact: Robert Redford was supposed to play main character.

Honorable mention goes to Titanic. 5. Amadeus I heard it´s one of the best films around? Well, it´s not my favourite, even if I adore Miloš Forman, but it´s gorgeous. From costumes, to pre-revolution Prague (don´t let them fool you, Vienna wouldn´t be so fabulour in 1988). Since it´s about the one and only Mozart, a lot of scenes are in opera, which is fabulous. And the mascarade scene? Roccoco i sone of my favourite eras, and it´s depicted beautifully here. Dear god. Theodore Pištěk won Academy Award for this and it´s easy to see why.

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My Hottest Fanfic: Luffy Doesn't Post Fanfiction for 3 Months and Gets Deported to Adopt Me 😈⛓️🔞🥵

It’s been three months since my last fanfic, and you haven’t been waiting for no reason.  😈⛓ They say to live life on the edge but this will make you finish at lightning speed ⚡💦🌊

Luffy yawned as he awoke at sea in his bedchamber. He stretched his limbs until he could feel the ceiling and then pulled himself out of bed. Last night he’d partied a bit too hard and crashed into his bed without changing into pajamas. There weren’t many options on the ship, so he decided to stick with the same clothes. He opened up the rugged wooden door to his room, but was shocked by a girl standing there. “Who the hell are you?!” he loudly shrieked. He heard a soft chuckle coming from Zoro at the other side of the ship.

“I’m whatever that girl’s name was from middle school. Like Alistair but I think I got that spelling wrong. I’m here to remind you that you haven’t posted a fanfiction in three months,” she said.

“But… I thought you’d forgotten about this whole joke profile. It’s not that big of a deal that I just haven’t posted in a while,” Luffy responded.

“It is that big of a fucking deal, you hear me?!”

“No.”

“If you’ve ever heard about the story of Arachne from Greek mythology you’ll know to not mess with those in higher power, or face consequences.”

“You’re literally just some girl that broke into the ship, how are you of higher power?”

“You know what? fuck you; you’re going to the world of Adopt Me. Say goodbye to your silly adventures!” she said in a joyous tone.

Luffy suddenly fell through the floorboards of the ship and almost immediately landed into a tiny home with nothing but a bed and a few boxes in front of him. He’d only taken a tiny fall. A small bird from inside the house fluttered around him and said—with a very high-pitched voice—”Welcome to Adopt Me!”

“What the fuck?! The tutorial is supposed to be a fucking textbox, not a bird! The only fucking birds in Adopt Me are those dumb little idiots that ask to eat food sometimes and beg to go to school every, like, 20 days; that is if they even have bird pets in this dumb world.”

The bird angrily replied, “If you’re gonna be such a bitch to me then you might as well just play this game without any tutorial.”

“I’ve always wanted to skip this fucking thing, so thank you very much,” he responded.

Luffy turned around and opened his door, revealing the outside world. He walked the road to the tunnel nearby, basking in the bright houses around him, and went through to the other side.

“Woah, I’m going to act like this is the best thing I’ve ever seen to make this story more epic,” he said to himself. “I want to compliment these buildings to add more words to the story to make it look cooler, but these buildings are fucking stupid. Like, a teacup for a tea shop? A giant slice of pizza as a pizza place? You even got a fucking car on top of the dealership!”

He walked his way to the main plaza directly in front of him surrounding the nursery and was met by screams of people constantly saying phrases along the lines of, “ABC to trust trade dream pet!” Luffy sighed at the repetitive and frankly stupid nature of their speech. He walked over to one that wasn’t yelling and tried to spark a conversation, hoping that someone was able to speak normally.

“Hey, what’s your name?” Luffy asked.

The man responded, “Hi, my name is Jake / DP FR Golden Penguin / Trade unwanted pets / Nice guy / Trying to get neon FR golden unicorn / neon maker / pet is NFT until fully grown / trade for free–”

Luffy cut him off by walking away in an attempt to not go insane from these nonsensical words. He walked inside of the nursery and walked to the section labeled ‘pets’. He was greeted by a dog in fancy clothing and thought, damn, dressing up for the French revolution, huh?

“Greetings, what mayhap bring thou on this fine evening?” the dog asked.

“Egg,” he simply replied.

“Ah, so thine quest is to find a pet, mayhap I interest thou in a starter egg?”

“Yeah.”

“Make sure thy take good care of thine new pet, for it contains thine companion for life, until you abandon it for a new one.” The dog then handed Luffy a giant egg.

Luffy walked back and out the door to the nursery, weaved through the crowd of braindead merchants, through the tunnel, and back home.

He opened the door to his home and went to the room to the front-right: the kitchen. He activated the burner and cracked his massive egg onto the pan, where it immediately started smoking. The heat was way too high and there was no oil in the pan. Luffy started coughing as his whole house quickly filled up with smoke, the sound of his smoke alarm only adding further chaos to the situation. The egg was stuck to the pan and he couldn’t do anything to stop it.

Zoro looked down into the hole Luffy had fallen throug—watching Luffy as some of the smoke escaped it—and said, “Gyatt damn, he can’t even fry an egg. Shit’s smoking like a black blunt. Dumbass bitch can’t even use a stove. Thought that gum-gum fruit only made him bad at swimming, not cooking. Hey, bitch, I think you forgot the salt. I’d love to start smoking you, but the egg is already doing that. My mom could cook better than that, and she’s dead! I don’t even care if that’s lore accurate, I just know that you being a dumbass is. I bet you tried to fry an egg with baby oil one time. I bet you think that baby oil came from babies. You can’t even operate a microwave without burning the food. When you try to boil pasta you light the water on fire. When you turn on an empty oven you burn the metal grates.”

[delilahcalicocat]

♡☆~Friday~☆♡

{Rating: Smut & Fluff}

{Warnings: Swearing, Crying, Overstimulation, Use of Sex Toys, Degradation, Pet Names, Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex, Kissing, Gentle Aftercare}

{Pairing: Trent? x Fem!Reader}

《WC: around 900 maybe 1k+》

【Summary: Trent has the Friday before Collison and Revolution off, so he makes up for lost time with his girlfriend】

(Reader has a Fluffy white Maine coon cat named Snowflake, and a kitten she named Cobweb)

[Y/N's POV:]

Trent was supposed to be back home after Revolution, so living in Canada not so far from where Trent lives, I figured it'd be a long way here anyways.

"Snowflake! Cobweb! Dinner!" I called for my fuzzy little children known as cats

They came running as soon as they heard their dry food click against the glass bowls, I of course for my baby Cobweb, put milk in his bowl so he doesn't Choke on the dry food since he's only 3 months old, and Snowflake is a year old.

I fed my cats, then did the dishes. Cleaned everything up, and went upstairs to sleep.

It was almost 12:00am so I was tired and ready for bed.

I grabbed my phone charger and put my phone on it, then put it on the nightstand.

I heard a knock at my door and decided to answer it incase it was my new pet bed I'd ordered. I opened the door to see Trent-

"Oh hey Trent!" I hummed

"Get your pretty little ass up those fucking stairs and in your pretty bed of yours" He muttered against my neck before biting it

I headed upstairs, him following not too far behind.

"Gotta make up for lost time with my girl" He muttered fumbling with his belt as I slowly undressed in the corner

I sat down on my bed, as he struggled with his belt.

As soon as he got he belt undone, he started attacking my neck

I started to get a little impatient that he was being so gentle. So I said something I'd regret over the next 7 hours.

"Don't be shy honey. Be rough" I said

He asked if I was sure and I nodded, only for him to slam into me aggressively, making me moan/yelp.

He gave no reprieve, I guess that's what I get for saying give to me rough..

"Good little slut. Taking daddy's cock like this, God your such a good little slut" He praised me a bit.

Around 4 hours later, I was in tears while he mercilessly held a bullet vibrator to me, I was so overstimulated it wasn't funny.

He eventually noticed and decided to stop for the night, he started a bath and put me in it, then went downstairs and answered the door.

It was 5:00am, he'd ordered us breakfast, He fed Snowflake and Cobweb, he got me out of the bath and helped me get dressed and then we ate.

"Be ready for round 15 tonight" He joked

I slapped him playfully with a rose tint to my face.

My legs are still very sore, and it is now Sunday.. Cobweb is snuggling me while Trent is gone-

[thecozykirin]

Day 7 Rumor / Discovery

( Had this really cute idea in my brain and I didn't want to go to sleep and lose it by the morning and it is the 24th where I am so it counts! Had so much fun doing the writer challenge, all of your compliments mean a lot to me and my husband and we're so happy you enjoy the stories of our characters <3 )

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It was one of those days for U-Jinn. Some days were better than others, time had dulled his daughter's absence to a faint ache in his chest but it never truly got better, and like a chronic condition, it would flare to a sharp pang under the right circumstances. For as virtuous and honorable as the monks of the White Tiger Temple liked to claim themselves to be, gossip was poisonous nectar that tempted even the most stalwart of tongues, despite the words of warning of engaging in such activities that rolled off them later to the cubs. Rules for thee and not for me, U-Jinn supposed. He could hear them from where he worked, muttering to each other and shooting an occasional glance his way. "Has he really been here all night?" "Yes, he still doesn't like to go home." "Poor dear, I couldn't even imagine..." "It's been eight years since she's been gone, he can't hold on forever." "You're telling me they never found her, no trace?" "None, but I heard she left on an errand." "Do you think any of the outsiders had something to do with it? They've brought shifty types to our shores before." "Maybe, but /I/ heard that she was hiding something. Yoo-Mi said she was ill quite often and would often excuse herself...then, a week before she left she said she saw her go to the medic." "Oh, dear, you don't think...?" "Well, I don't know who could have done it. She kept to herself often." "Maybe a boy from the village?" "Mayb---" Slam. U-Jinn had unceremoniously slammed the crate of returned books and scrolls that still needed to be sorted upon his workspace, causing both of the Pandarens' heads to jerk up abruptly, ears swiveling. "So sorry." U-Jinn stared, his voice blank and eyes hard. With a nervous smile, the two exchanged an anxious look before bowing their heads and quickly hurrying out, leaving U-Jinn alone to stew in his thoughts. Inhaling sharply through his teeth, the old bear bit back the unkind words on his mind's tongue, pressing his own hard against the back of his fangs as he began to sort through the books and scrolls. Fist of the First Dawn: Rise of the Pandaren Revolution. He marked it down as returned and moved on to the next title. Encyclopedia of Pandaren Herbs U-Jinn's brow lofted, quite a read....next. The Moon Rabbit

U-Jinn paused, breath catching in his throat as his eyes beheld the faded gold lettering of the title. The title itself wasn't strange, had this been a public library. This book was a popular fable for cubs, and it was always a particular favorite of..... His heart leapt in his chest. There had been few articles missing from her room aside from a few clothes. The cover was a navy blue, darker splotches of stains and wear and tear dotting the surface around the indented silver filled figure of a rabbit gazing up at Azeroth's little moon. By the Celestials -- Sucking in a sharp breath, U-Jinn quickly blinked as he collected the book within his paws, undoing a cord of weathered leather that had been wrapped tautly around it to keep it shut. Upon cracking it open, the scent of old parchment filled his nostrils, and a small pile of thin and folded parchment laid inside. With shaking paws, he picked up the first piece of parchment that lay on top, the cleanest and potentially newest looking one...and he opened it. Dear, Baba. It took a lot of convincing, but I've finally managed to convince Yasashi to allow me to send you this. I hope you do not think ill of him for preventing me from doing so earlier, but he wanted to ensure we were secure and safe. In the end, I can tell he is still weary about me doing this, but he knows that my sudden absence in your life has haunted me since and I'm sorry, the last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt you. Above all though, I want you to know that I'm alive and am doing fine, the rest of the letters are ones I have written periodically throughout the last eight years, and I hope they're enough to fill you in on what has been going on thus far. Oh! As of yesterday, you've a second granddaughter. She was born 10 pounds, her name is Suzu, below I have secured a drawing of her. I attached an earlier one of your first granddaughter in one of the oldest letters but I'm afraid it is not as good as this one, but practice makes perfect, yes? I hope one day you will be able to meet them, I know you'd love them a lot. Always in your heart, Soo-ha

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Authors On THG Writing Hiatus Masterlist (6)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 /

***Active (on this blog) is defined as a blog/writer who has updated within the past year. Inactive (on this blog) is defined as a blog/writer that has not been updated at all in the past year+. On THG Writing Hiatus (on this blog) is a blog/writer who has updated within the past year but has not posted a fanfic in the fandom in the past year BUT they may return to writing in the future. Lists will be updated as needed based on activity. ***

Created: November 17th, 2023

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Popular Fic: Before Dawn A growing together post-mockingjay fic. Katniss struggles with loss and overcoming depression with the aid of Peeta.

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Popular Fic: The Avalanche And Little Pebbles What if someone else caught the eye of the public and the revolution before Katniss? When a boy from District Seven wins the Games and captures hearts everywhere, the revolution comes when Katniss is only fourteen. Tiny, poor District Twelve may be an afterthought for everyone during and after the revolution, but to Katniss, it's all that matters.

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Popular Fic: A Promise That Can’t Be Kept Not everything that Peeta told Caesar was a lie. A Catching Fire AU written for Prompts in Panem March 2014 Day Four: Hyacinth.

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Popular Fic: Drill and Fill Katniss Everdeen has never enjoyed visiting the dentist... until now.

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Popular Fic: The P.A.N.E.M Initiative The Human Race is experiencing issues with the birth rate. Women are having multiple miscarriages and a large percentage of the population can’t even get pregnant. By percentage, the population is growing old. The number of births keeps declining and something has to be done. Several decades have passed since The PANEM Initiative was established and now its Katniss Everdeen's turn to meet her match.

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Popular Fic: A Different Way Katniss a divorced single mother meets her old Neighbor Peeta after many years, What happens when you think the person you thought you knew is the opposite of you initially thought he was? Why is everything so confusing? Why are her friends such perverts and what's going on with the kids?

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Popular Fic: Back To You The Hunger Games, the war, and the torture. All things that have deconstructed Peeta Mellark until he felt nothing but pain and resentment. In this post Mockingjay story, we take a look at the world through his eyes. He wants a life again. One where he can be around Katniss and find love again with her while fighting the demons that The Capitol engrained into his very being. Being the old Peeta is important to him, but so is evolving from the mistakes he's made.

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Popular Fic: Fluffaccino Katniss is supposed to meet up with Johanna for coffee, but meets someone else instead…

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Popular Fic: Vox Libertas A chain of events in the final minutes of the Quarter Quell causes the victor rescue to go a bit differently than expected. Will Peeta be able to handle his role as the face of the Rebellion? And how will this effect the course of the war and beyond? Canon-divergent "Mockingjay" and Peeta POV.

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Popular Fic: What Happens In Vegas A business trip to Las Vegas introduces Katniss to many new experiences that she never expected including drinking, dancing, and a blue-eyed stripper who makes her blush way too easily. That last one, in particular, leaves a mark that she can't forget. Will the old saying hold true? Will a single night be left to the neon-lit memories will what happens in Vegas become more?

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Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts Pt. 15

The Royal Wing

Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts Masterpost First: Gaining an Invitation Previous: Reconvene with the Advisors

The PC enters the royal wing from the vestibule. Their party joins them.

Party comments:

Dorian: Sera, what are you wearing? Are you sure it’s dead Sera: What, is there something—oh, ha ha. Eat it.

Dorian: Blackwall. You look very… dignified. Blackwall: Thank you. Dorian: Consider a scarf next time, a bit of color. Blackwall: I shall leave the color to you.

Iron Bull: So… even Leliana thought this place was dangerous, and you wanted to just walk in here? This party is looking up.

Varric: We’re we going to sneak around to look through the empress’s unmentionables now? Just how drunk are you, boss?

Sera: Room after room, and for what? Ruffle storage? Real useful.

The party proceeds into the royal quarters.

Elf: (Screams.) Stay back!

The PC opens the door to find an elf being attacked by an assassin. They rush in an kick the harlequin out of the window (Sparta style!).

Elf: Thank you.

Dialogue options:

General: Are you hurt? [1]

General: Sorry to cut in. [2]

General: You’re safe. [3]

1 - General: Are you hurt? PC: Are you all right? Elf: I’m… I don’t think I’m hurt.

2 - General: Sorry to cut in. PC: I hope you’re not disappointed I stole your dance partner. Elf: (Laughs nervously.) No, not at all.

3 - General: You’re safe. PC: It’s all right now. You’re safe. Elf: Safe… I don’t know if I believe in “safe” anymore.

4 - Scene continues.

The elf stands.

Elf: No one’s supposed to be here… Briala said… I shouldn’t have trusted her.

5 - Dialogue options:

Investigate: Briala sent you here? [6]

Investigate: How did you get in? [7]

General: You were brave to come here. [8]

General: She was almost right. [9]

General: Tell me what you know. [10]

6 - Investigate: Briala sent you here? PC: Briala told you to come to this wing of the palace? Elf: Not personally. The “ambassador” can’t be seen talking to the servants. We get coded messages at certain locations. But the order came from her. She’s been watching the grand duke all night. No surprise she wanted someone to search his sister’s room.

11 - Dialogue options:

Investigate: Could anyone else send orders? [12]

Investigate: This is Florianne’s room? [13]

Investigate: What were you looking for? [14]

[Back to 5]

12 - Investigate: Could anyone else send orders? PC: Is there anyone else who knows the code and the drop location who could have written those orders? Elf: I… don’t know. Any of us could do it, but… no. No one else would send me here. It had to be Briala. [Back to 11] 13 - Investigate: This is Florianne’s room? PC: So this room belongs to Grand Duchess Florianne? Elf: It used to. This had been her private room in Halamshiral since she was a child. But this part of the palace was damaged, and the royal family moved to the guest wing. [Back to 11] 14 - Investigate: What were you looking for? PC: What were you trying to find in Florianne’s old room? Elf: The message didn’t say. I should have known it was a setup. [Back to 11]

7 - Investigate: How did you get in? PC: This wing is sealed. How did you get in here? Elf: Easy. The door was unlocked. One of the others probably handled it. [15]

8 - General: You were brave to come here. PC: It takes great courage to come to the royal wing unarmed. Elf: (Laughs.) It’s not “courage” to blindly follow Briala’s orders into a trap. [15]

9 - General: She was almost right. PC: All sorts of people tonight are taking advantage of this wing being closed. Elf: Briala probably knew it was dangerous and sent me anyway. One more embarrassing secret erased. [15]

10 - General: Tell me what you know. PC: If there’s a reason you distrust Briala, I want to hear it. [15]

15 - Scene continues.

Elf: I knew her. Before. When she was Celene’s pet. Now she wants to play revolution. But I remember. She was sleeping with the empress who purged our alienage.

Dialogue options:

General: Can you testify to that? [16]

General: The other elves don’t know? [17]

General: She wanted you dead, then. [18]

16 - General: Can you testify to that? PC: Would you be willing to testify to that, if I asked? Elf: Absolutely.

17 - General: The other elves don’t know? PC: Something like that could destroy Briala, if it were known. Elf: No. Some know she has… a history… with the empress. But they believe she was just a favored servant.

General: She wanted you dead, then. PC: She probably did send you to your death.

18 - Scene continues.

Elf: If… if the Inquisition will protect me, I’ll tell you everything I know about our “ambassador.”

Party comments:

Dorian: Most Orlesians would say that’s Celene’s scandal, not Briala’s.

Sera: Knew it. I did. And I bet the hate made it feel real good.

PC: Go to the ballroom. Find Commander Cullen. He’ll keep you safe.

Elf: Thank you. Maker protect you, Inquisitor.

Next: The Empress's Private Quarters

[the-visual-journey-blogg]

Shaping the World One Frame at a Time: My Evolution as Animator

(6 minutes reading)

By Sofi Ojeda

Animation is something I once believed was too difficult for me. I always loved artistic ways of expression as playing music, painting or sculpting but animation, it is something I leaned to love doing it through the years and though getting to know it more and more. Although animation is being one of the main treats that shaped myself, just a 25 year old girl, who moved from Ecuador to Vancouver. My first drawings were of the shows I watched as a child: SpongeBob and lots of anime. I even created a little space in my room, a sort of hideaway where I could turn on my lamp, and lose myself in drawing all day and night, when I needed to scape.

I believe that aspiring animators like myself, did this because we found a safe place to be, plus the emotions that cartoons brought showing us wide worlds, making it impossible for us to look away. Ever since I fell in love with animation, I've watched small and large studios productions, independent, experimental, local, and international too. Choosing among them is a daunting task, but I've decided to focus on my top three mediums that have changed my life.

Dreamming: Avatar - The Last Airbender (2005) by  Michael Dante DiMartino, Bryan Konietzko, Aaron Ehasz, John O'Bryan

Let's begin with "Avatar: The Last Airbender". As a child who loved drawing and fantasy, I connected deeply with this animated series but not only beacuse of that. "Avatar" is probably one of the best-written script I've ever seen in an animated series. It tells the story of the rebirth of a spiritual being who seeks to bring peace to the world. The obstacles and friends he encounters along the way, along with their unique stories, make this journey unforgettable. In a world where the power of the elements - water, earth, fire, and air - exists, character development, dramatic arcs, and three-dimensionality are as precise as the fact that it explores topics such as war, peace, morality, and personal growth. I think this series grew up with its audience, making it appealing to both children and adults. And there was I, an ecuadorian little girl who needed to believe that peace could happen, but the world is more complex that that and it can be overcome.

2. Technique: Klaus (2019) by SPA Studios (Sergio Pablos Studios)

Next, I'd like to discuss "Klaus" which was the first time I discovered the revolution in animation techniques. These productions such as Klaus, Arcane or Spiderverse blend 2D with 3D in ways that shook me to the core. Sergio Pablos pushed me into a state of curiosity and research on this subject and how to achieve similar results. These experiences led me to realize that animation knows no bounds in order to convey our messages more effectively. Technique is beautiful, such as lightning, texture and color keys, but it is not transcendent without a meaning or a clear message. "Klaus" serves as a masterpiece that demonstrates that even a "cliché" theme or something that works can truly work when revitalized and improved upon.

3. Purpose: "Onions" by Anna Scott

Lastly, I need to include an indie, non-popular short film. It was a final project by Cal Arts graduate Anne Scott, so it's indie, I suppose. It seems it found me precisely when I needed it. I was on a challeging period of my life an also, the city I grew up in had a peculiar pattern of cloudy days all year. It often left me feeling uninterested in doing anything. And this piece happens on only cludy days.

This short film began to appeal to me because I saw a piece of hand-drawn animation that was exceptionally well-executed. I fell in love with it. "Onions" tells the story of flying creatures called onions, all identical, except for two who couldn't fly. This meant they had to journey through the forest to rejoin their herd for the annual migration. As the story unfolds, these two onions begin to feel different - they don't belong to their herd. But, they learn to enjoy the journey and embrace new things. Yes, it never became sunny, and yet, this short film made me want to cherish those gray days and savor them.

Conclution

To wrap up, yes, I want to change people's lives and convey emotions. But, as I mentioned earlier, the illusion of being the savior of the world is unrealistic. For me, it's crucial to be aware of the privileges I have, and the ones I don't. And choose the causes I can champion by my own artistic means. The techniques are essential too but only tracendent with a good storytelling to convey messages.

As a Multimedia graduate I collaborated with three NGOs and a foundation. Also I developed video games in a woman led studio, focused on the ancestral cultures of the country where I was born: Ecuador, the cultures that surrounded me as I grew up, and those that are slowly fading away. So that is how I want to keep walking on this animation / visual journey, and keep learning and resetting my goals.

[dfroza]

A link to my personal reading of the Scriptures

for the 2nd of june 2025 with a paired chapter from each Testament (the First & the New Covenant) of the Bible

[The Book of Revelation, Chapter 15 • The Book of Job, Chapter 21]

along with Today’s reading from the ancient books of Proverbs and Psalms with Proverbs 2 and Psalm 2 coinciding with the day of the month, accompanied by Psalm 75 for the 75th day of Astronomical Spring, and Psalm 3 for day 153 of the year (with the consummate book of 150 Psalms in its 2nd revolution this year)

A post by John Parsons:

Eschatology and Shavuot...

Some see the ultimate fulfillment of the holiday of Shavuot (i.e., “Weeks” or “Pentecost”) to be found in the mysterious catching away (ἁρπάζω, harpazo) of believers before the time of the “Great Tribulation” and the Great Day of the LORD (1 Thess. 4:17; John 14:3; 1 Cor. 15:51-52). They reason that since Shavuot marked the day of dramatic revelation, with signs of fire and the sounds of a heavenly shofar blast, an appointed time that marks the jubilee fulfillment of Passover, it can therefore be seen as the rapturous end of redemption for those who believe, symbolic of a wedding day, when God betrothed Israel as His own people, separate from all others. Both Jew and Gentile will be "waved" before the LORD (as symbolized by shtei ha-lechem, the two loaves), representing the "one new man" of kallat Mashiach, the "bride of Messiah," or the assembly of those called out from every tribe and tongue to be a part of God’s heavenly kingdom.

Another consideration is that Shavuot marks the time of the advent of the Ruach HaKodesh (Holy Spirit) to the followers of Yeshua in Zion in fulfillment of the prophecies of the New Covenant, and it may also signify the time when the restraining influence of the Spirit is taken up with the catching away of the followers of Yeshua before the time of the rise of the "man of sin," or the Antichrist (2 Thess. 2:6-12).

Though no one knows the day or hour of the return of Yeshua our Messiah (see Matt. 24:36; Acts 1:7), there are clues given in Scripture about the conditions of the world before His return, and Yeshua himself gave us parables admonishing us to actively be looking (Matt. 24:2-14; 25:1-13). The Apostle Paul said that followers of the Lord can know the “season” of Messiah’s return, and warned that He will come “as a thief in the night” - not in the revelation of great power and overwhelming glory at the end of the age (1 Thess. 5:2-6). Moreover, Paul forewarned of the rise of worldwide godlessness (2 Tim. 3:1-7) and even of the flagrant apostasy of the “institutionalized” church (1 Tim. 4:1-3), which is of course evident today... Other Scriptures foretell of a coming One World Government, the rise of the “Messiah” of evil (Antichrist) who will enforce a worldwide “security state” (Dan. 11:38), the persecution of the national Israel (a nation that had been miraculously restored to the promised land), the rebuilding of the third Temple, the coming Great Tribulation, and so on. “When these things begin to take place, straighten up and lift up your heads, because your redemption is drawing near" (Luke 21:28).

Regarding the destiny of the “world system,” however, we have quite a different vision... The LORD God Almighty has vowed to break the pride of the "kings of the earth" with a rod of iron and dash them in pieces like a potter's vessel, and the shattering will be so ruthless that among its fragments not a shard will be found with which to take fire from the hearth, or to dip up water out of the cistern (Psalm 2:9; Isa. 30:14). For from His mouth comes a sharp sword with which to strike down the nations, and He will rule them with a rod of iron. He will tread the winepress of the fury of the wrath of God the Almighty (Rev. 19:15). Nebuchadnezzar's great dream will soon be fulfilled: "As you looked, a Stone was cut out by no human hand, and it struck the image on its feet of iron and clay, breaking them in pieces. Then the iron, the clay, the bronze, the silver, and the gold, all together were broken in pieces, and became like the chaff of the summer threshing floors; and the wind carried them away, so that not a trace of them could be found. But the stone that struck the image became a great mountain and filled the whole earth" (Dan. 2:34-35). "And the God of heaven will set up a kingdom that shall never be destroyed ... and it shall stand forever" (Dan. 2:44). One day the edifice of man's godless pride will come crashing down, and there will be no trace left of its rubble... Amen; even so, come quickly, Lord!

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from Israel365

Today’s message (Days of Praise) from the Institute for Creation Research

[idkimnotreal]

we need to talk about night elves in warcraft.

(disclamier: i take every lore retcon after warcraft 3 with a lot of grains of salt, and my reasonably canon timeline stops roughly when wod ends. i have reasons for this)

most societies in real life are patriarchal. historians and archaeologists speculate why that is, but nobody knows for certain. some societies are matriarchal, but they are far and in between.

in worldbuilding, i once read something that struck me as very true: if you want to build a world where a matriarchal society exists, there needs to be a reason why women would dominate over men. while matriarchal societies exist in the real world, patriarchal societies are something like 90% of them, so if you're to make use of an exception, you need to explain it. patriarchy is seen as the natural state of things, the status quo, especially in the west, so matriarchy needs to make sense (since in worldbuilding everything that is not like earth needs to be built from scratch. that's what it is). while it's maybe not right that "men are stronger, hence they dominate", it's the idea people in the west have about patriarchy, that while it may not be right, men have ruled women so far in history because they were physically stronger.

so, following that line, if men and women exist in a fictional universe such as they are in our world, but women dominate, the question then becomes: what exists in that world that offsets the physical advantage men have over women?

kaldorei society is a matriarchal one. women rule and men are expected to take on the role of scholars. there isn't such a society in real life, as far as i know (where only women or the dominated sex are scholars, and most importantly, where scholars were separate from priests pre industrial revolution). but it makes sense in fiction. arms and religion in pre-industrial societies were the pillars of power. the fact that only women in kaldorei society are permitted to become priestesses and be sentinels or rangers tells us that, in their society, women are in charge of government, entirely. they're both bureaucrats (priestesses) AND soldiers (sentinels and rangers).

but why does that happen? why is kaldorei society a matriarchal one? because night elves have a very deep connection to the emerald dream. their scholars have to devote quite literally their entire lives to the pursuit of knowledge. and if men are supposed to be the scholars in kaldorei society, then that takes up all of their energy, and the ruling is left to women. i found it surprising, thinking about it, that this is so logical and makes so much sense when they came up with it in the freaking 90s, pre third wave of feminism. and freaking blizzard too, and we know how "egalitarian" their office culture was at the time (bill cosby room etc). they came up with the idea of a society ruled by women that makes sense, that would make sense if it existed in real life (if magic were real too).

since there was no other society in warcraft that practised druidism (taurens only joined/were invited later, and trolls and worgens much later), there wasn't enough time for such changes to take place in their respective societies, or not all male taurens became druids, unlike with the night elves.

it's even up to debate that whether women ruling kaldorei society is a higher role than being a druid. it may be that ruling was left to women because the dream was seen as a much more noble goal. similarly to how politicians aren't the most important pieces in government today, but high ranking businessmen such as ceos. politicians are in charge of government, but they're not the most powerful people. it could be that druids are more powerful than priestesses and sentinels, even though they're not in government. so kaldorei women wield significantly more power than real world women pre 21st century, but still not as much power as real world men did pre 21st century.

see. i find it all so smart. kaldorei society seems so perfectly explainable for a society so different from ours. i know it was always the intention that they seemed very different and mysterious to humans, back in warcraft 3 times. and blizzard did it very well, i think.