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babydollfairy333 · 5 months ago

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My Personality Info

Inspired by @sienablackwood

Life Path Number: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 11 | 22 | 33

Four Temperaments: Sanguine | Melancholic | Choleric | Phlegmatic

Tritype: 125, 152, 215, 251, 512, 521-The Mentor, 126, 162, 216, 261, 612, 621-The Supporter, 127, 172, 217, 271, 712, 721-The Teacher, 135, 153, 315, 351, 513, 531-The Technical Expert, 136, 163, 316, 361, 613, 631-The Taskmaster, 137, 173, 317, 371, 713, 731-The Systems Builder, 145, 154, 415, 451, 514, 541-The Researcher, 146, 164, 416, 461, 614, 641-The Philosopher, 147, 174, 417, 471, 714, 741-The Visionary, 258, 285, 528, 582, 825, 852-The Strategist, 259, 295, 529, 592, 925, 952-The Problem Solver, 268, 286, 628, 682, 826, 862-The Rescuer, 269, 296, 629, 692, 926, 962-The Good Samaritan, 278, 287, 728, 782, 827, 872-The Free Spirit, 279, 297, 729, 792, 927, 972-The Peacemaker, 358, 385, 538, 583, 835, 853-The Solution Master, 359, 395, 539, 593, 935, 953-The Thinker, 368, 386, 638, 683, 836, 863-The Justice Fighter, 369, 396, 639, 693, 936, 963-The Mediator, 378, 387, 738, 783, 837, 873-The Mover Shaker, 379, 397, 739, 793, 937, 973-The Ambassador, 458, 485, 548, 584, 845, 854-The Scholar, 459, 495, 549, 594, 945, 954-The Contemplative, 468, 486, 648, 684, 846, 864-The Truth Teller, 469, 496, 649, 694, 946, 964-The Seeker, 478, 487, 748, 784, 847, 874-The Messenger, 479, 497, 749, 794, 947, 974-The Gentle Spirit

Socionics: LII, LSI, ESI, EII, IEE, SEE, SLE, ILE, ESE, EIE, LIE, LSE, SLI, ILI, IEI, SEI

Big 5 (SLOAN): RCOAI, RCUAI, RLUAI, RCOEI, RLUEI, RCOAN, RLUAN, RCOEN, RLUEN, RLOAN, RCUAN, RLOEN, RCUEN, RLOAI, RLOEI, RCUEI, SCOAI, SCOAN, SLOAN, SLOAI, SLUAI, SLUAN, SCUAN, SCUAI, SCOEI, SCOEN, SLOEN, SLOEI, SLUEI, SLUEN, SCUEN, SCUEI

Attitudinal Psyche: FVLE, LVFE, VLFE, VFEL, VLEF, LVEF, FLVE, LFVE, VFLE, VEFL, VELF, LEVF, EVLF, EVFL, ELFV, LFEV, FLEV, FVEL, ELVF, EFVL, EFLV, LEFV, FELV, FEVL

Classic Jungian: IN(T), IT(S), ET(N), ES(F), IN(F), IT(N), ET(S), ES(T), IS(T), IF(N), EF(S), EN(F), IS(F), IF(S), EF(N), EN(T)

Brain Lateralisation Test: Left | Right

Cerebral Personality Test: 1-10% | 11-20% | 21-30% | 31-40% | 41-50% | 51-60% | 61-70% | 71-80% | 81-90% | 91-100%

Levenson Self-Report Psychopathy Scale (Primary Psychopathy): 1 | 1.5 | 2 | 2.5 | 3 | 3.5 | 4 | 4.5 | 5

Levenson Self-Report Psychopathy Scale (Secondary Psychopathy): 1 | 1.5 | 2 | 2.5 | 3 | 3.5 | 4 | 4.5 | 5

DISC Profile: D | I | S | C

VIA Character Traits: appreciation of beauty, bravery, curiosity, creativity, forgiveness, fairness, gratitude, honesty, humor, hope, humility, kindness, leadership, love, love of learning, judgment, forgiveness, perseverance, perspective, prudence, teamwork, social intelligence, spirituality, self-regulation, zest

Nerdy Personality Attribute Scale: 30 | 40 | 50 | 60 | 70

Helen Fisher’s Personality Test: Explorer | Builder | Director | Negotiator

#personality tests #mbti types #mbti #enneagram #infj #enneagram 5 #deadly sins #soul types #aura colors #lavender aura #pdbee #personality database #sx/so

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yoga-onion · 2 years ago

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Legends and myths about trees

Celtic beliefs in trees (6)

Ogham alphabet and tree calendar

The Ogham alphabet is the most ancient Irish writing script. There, every letter of the alphabet is associated with the name of a tree, and for this reason, ogam is sometimes known as the Celtic tree alphabet.

The ogham script was a secret means of communication for the druids and also a key to the spirit world.

There are roughly 400 surviving orthodox inscriptions on stone monuments throughout Ireland and western Britain, the bulk of which are in southern Munster. The largest number outside Ireland are in Pembrokeshire, Wales.

Details of the Celtic tree calendar are as follows:

B for Beth (Birch) - December 24th - January 20th

L for Luis (Rowan) - January 21st - February 17th

N for Nion (Ash) - February 18th - March 17th

O for Onn (Golden Gorse) - March 21st Spring Equinox

F for Fearn (Alder) - March 18th - April 14th

S for Saille (Willow) - April 15th - May 12th

H for Huath (Hawthorn) - May 13th - June 9th

D for Duir (Royal Oak) - June 10th - July 17th

U for Ura (Heather) - June 21st Summer Solstice

T for Tinne (Holly) - July 18th - August 5th

C for Coll (Hazel) - August 5th - September 1st

Q for Quert (Apple) - September 2nd - September 29th

E for Eadha (Aspen) - September 21st Autumn Equinox

G for Gort (Ivy) - September 30th - October 27th

Ng for Ngetl (Broom) - October 28th - November 24th

Ss for Straif (Blackthorn) - Samhain/Hallowe'en

R for Ruis (Elder) - November 25th - December 21st

I for Idho (Yew) - December 21st Winter Solstice

A for Ailm (Pine) - December 23rd Birth of the Divine child

Ph for Phagos (Beech) - all year around

木にまつわる伝説・神話

ケルト人の樹木の信仰 (6)

オガム文字と木の暦

オガム文字は、最古のアイルランドの表記文字 (アルファベット)。そこでは全てのアルファベットが木の名前と結びついており、このため、オガム文字はケルトの樹木のアルファベットと呼ばれることもある。

オガム文字はドルイドにとって密かな伝達の手段であり、また霊の世界に導く鍵でもあった。

アイルランドとイギリス西部の石碑には、約400の正統派の碑文が現存しているが、その大部分はマンスター南部にある。アイルランド以外で最も数が多いのは、ウェールズのペンブルックシャーである。

ケルトの木の暦の詳細は以下の通り:

B は Beth (ｼﾗｶﾊﾞ) - 12月24日～1月20日 LはLuis (ﾅﾅｶﾏﾄﾞ) - 1月21日～2月17日 NはNion (ﾄﾘﾈｺ) - 2月18日～3月17日 OはOnn (ﾊﾘｴﾆｼﾀﾞ) - 3月21日・春分の日 FはFearn (ﾊﾝﾉｷ) - 3月18日～4月14日 SはSaille (ﾔﾅｷﾞ) - 4月15日～5月12日 HはHuath (ｻﾝｻﾞｼ) - 5月13日 - 6月9日 DはDuir (ﾛｲﾔﾙ･ｵｰｸ) - 6月10日～7月17日 UはUra (ﾋｰｽ) - 6月21日・夏至 TはTinne (ﾋｲﾗｷﾞ) - 7月18日～8月4日 CはColl (Hazel) -8月5日～9月1日 QはQuert (ﾘﾝｺﾞ) - 9月2日～9月29日 EはEadha (ﾎﾟﾌﾟﾗ) - 9月21日・秋分の日 GはGort (ｷﾂﾞﾀ) - 9月30日～10月27日 NはNgetl (ｴﾆｼﾀﾞ) - 10月28日～11月24日 SはStraif (ﾘﾝﾎﾞｸ) -サムハイン/ハロウイーン RはRuis (ﾆﾜﾄｺ) - 11月25日～12月21日 IはIdho (ｲﾁｲ) - 12月21日冬至 AはAilm (ﾏﾂ) - 12月23日神の子の誕生 Ph は Phagos (ﾌﾞﾅ) - 1年中

#celtic mythology #celts #trees #tree folklore #tree myth #forklore #ogham #ogham alphabet #tree calender #philosophy #nature #art

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rascal-xo · 2 years ago

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RED WHITE & BLUE

Chp. 1: All Roads Lead to Perseus

FrankWoods × FemaleReader (Kind of reads like an OC but there’s no detailed description)

Chapter Summary: You’ve talked the talk with Adler, Mason, and Woods. Now you’ve gotta prepare to walk the walk…

Warnings: eventual SMUT, age difference, descriptions of gore, sex, and violent military actions/CIA stuff, trauma, strong language.

Tags: Slow Burn (sorry lol)

Word Count: 777

Series Masterlist

A/N: This is just an idea I had for a story but if y’all like it I will definitely continue :)

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You sit in the cool air conditioned briefing room, your eyes darting around as you take in the faces of the other operatives seated at the table with you. This was your first briefing as part of the CIA's clandestine task force, and you couldn't help but feel out of place amongst the seasoned veterans.

What if they think you’re too young or under qualified? The thoughts occupied your head the entire time

Your thoughts are interrupted as the door opens and three agents walk in. You recognize them almost instantly. Russell Adler, the leader of your team. Through his aviators he nods curtly in your direction, before taking a seat at the head of the table. Alex Mason takes his seat across from you followed by Sgt. Frank Woods, who catches your attention embarrassingly quick. You shake it off and turn to face Adler.

He begins to speak his voice gruff and no-nonsense. "I'm sure you’re all thrilled to be here.” He reaches into the pocket of his leather jacket, pulling out a package of cigarettes.

You swallow unknowingly, feeling the weight of whatever task was ahead of you. You were a cargo pilot, not an active combat soldier. But the CIA had to have seen something worth their time to have picked you to be here.

“6 weeks ago 3 sleeper agents were discovered somewhere in the San Francisco area” Adler continues. “None of which were names on the list that was retrieved from the Lubyanka building, last year.” You lean forward, listening intently as Adler distributes files and photos across the table. The images show three seemingly ordinary individuals, but you knew better. They were highly trained operatives, trained to blend in and cause chaos when needed.

“All roads lead to Perseus.” Agent Mason speaks up. You recognize him from the files you had received upon speaking with a lead agent.

“Exactly. Except now, Perseus lives on as a network of people under the Soviet government. After the mess we caused last time its gonna be tremendously more difficult to get in and out of Soviet airspace under cover.” Adler suddenly turns to you. “That’s where you come in.”

“Gentlemen,” He continues. “This is Lt. Y/N L/N, callsign ‘Red’. She is an Air Force pilot and our newest recruit.”

You nod your hellos around the table, stopping a beat too long when your eyes stop at a pair of bright blue ones; Sgt. Frank Woods. You can feel a flutter of attraction in your chest. He lets his gaze wonder a bit farther, taking in the way you sit in your seat, almost crossing your legs a little lighter. You try to shake it off, reminding yourself that this was a professional environment and you couldn't afford any distractions.

Adler clears his throat, bringing your attention back to the briefing. “Red here, created a way to advance an aircraft to be flown without being detected by radars, regardless of stealth capabilities.”

“No offense Lieutenant, but is that even possible?” Agent Mason adds, looking over to you. Alder nods to you, giving you the floor.

You take a deep breath before answering. “It is. I developed a system that manipulates the aircraft’s radar signature to mimic or disguise a flight. It's a combination of software and hardware modifications and it’s been successfully tested in simulations as well as physical flight.”

The room falls silent for a moment as everyone processes your answer. Mason nods thoughtfully, “That could be our way in.” He says.

“We need to infiltrate the Soviet airspace undetected, and my system could give us the advantage we need.” You add, now more confidently.

Woods leans forward, looking at you with a raised eyebrow from across the conference table. “How do you plan on flying this mission? You're a cargo pilot, not a fighter pilot.” He almost sounds like he’s testing you.

You meet his gaze steadily, feeling a flicker of irritation at being underestimated. “I can fly whatever is needed of me, Sgt. Woods. I’m here because I have skills that can contribute to this mission, and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to succeed.”

Wood’s dark eyebrows rise, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “Good stuff, kid.” You can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at his approval.

Turning your attention back to Adler, it's clear that the stakes are high, and failure is not an option. “Tonight, get all of your affairs in order. We load up 0600 tomorrow.”

As the briefing comes to an end, you can't help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves.

#frank woods x reader #frank woods #Frank Woods × Fem!Reader #call of duty cold war #russell adler #alex mason #call of duty #frank woods is blueprint daddy #russell adler is a dilf

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puddingfishcakesimblr · 1 year ago

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After more than 6 years I managed to find a way to play the sims 2 again as it is apparently impossible to quit playing it. Andddd I come with a very niche default/mod I have created to suit my playing needs a bit more.

Nobody would bat an eye at people named Rose, Max, Summer, Daisy, Victor etc. Yet, they all have a literal meaning, and they are not the only ones. Across cultures, people have been naming their children after literal things, feelings, adjectives, virtues and more, so why would Tulip be any weirder than Rose? I love giving my sims names that we would consider quirky or strange so I created a name replacement mod so you can too if you want to!

This mod will replace the default names the game gives new townies and NPCs that have their own name. The default includes 200 female surnames, 200 male surnames and 230 lastnames (for both genders). Keep in mind that it will only work on townies and NPCs that generate after you've installed this mod.

★ Download ★ SFS or MTS ★ What kind of names can I expect? ★ I chose names ranging from just a bit unique, to downright weird. I was inspired by nature, outer space, the weather, food, animals, math, random adjectives, colors and more! You can see a selection of some of the names that my game generated in the image. A full list is included in the download. A few names are both in the list for women and men as I found them genderneutral. 15 random female names: Bunny Drama Stella Rune Olive Amber Enigma Tulip Spring Birdy Fig Vivid Sake Mu Farce 15 random male names: Waffle Ash Zero Hydro Halt Rune Oak Ox Tau Bay Car Blend Comet Cress 15 random last names: Cloverfield Oats Oregano Raspberry Alder Cantaloupe Boulder Hush Smoke Marigold Pisces Gingerbread Seas Sapphire Delight ★ How to install? ★ Chuck the live.package in your downloads folder. Do not change its name. You can only have one name replacement at the same time. ★ I don't like these names, I want to make my own ★ Sure! It's quite easy. You can follow this tutorial by ijustneedsomeeyes: https://modthesims.info/t/518283

#ts2 #ts2cc #the sims 2 #sims 2 #the sims 2 cc #s2cc #sims 2 default #sims 2 default replacement #ts2 defaults #ts2 mod #sims 2 mod

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arbitrarygreay · 5 months ago

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Biddy Math

When a Biddy nears death and eventually dies, Alder takes those years back. (There is no sign in 1x3, 1x10, 2x1, or 2x8 that this strain is redistributed to the other Biddies when one of their own is injured or dies. They only take on stress that is directly inflicted upon Alder.)

Therefore, the bare minimum requirement for the Biddy program is that if one Biddy dies, Alder will not die just by taking on those years. Assuming an equal sharing of Alder's life force (not necessarily a safe one to make, given that the Marshal's setup is so different), then this means that Alder doubles her physical years when a Biddy dies. Therefore, the number of biddies is defined by what is half of life expectancy, plus some number of buffer years so that Alder isn't on death's door just from losing one Biddy.

Delicious numbers, analysis, and graphs under the cut. Click through to see exactly which years Alder probably increased the number of Biddies over time! Now with bonus "how much is Alder drinking" potshots!

To decide some things, we can bypass life expectancy at younger ages, because those numbers are the product of mortality rates, which include causes of death other than old age. Because in the Biddy process, people proceed directly to old age, we can look at life expectancy for people who already survived to that old age.

x = Alder's total age n = Total number of people sharing life force (number of biddies plus 1 for Alder herself) Alder's physical age = A = x/n L = life expectancy (most probable age of death) s = safety buffer L-s = Age at which a person is expected to still live for another s years L-s = The age Alder will become if a Biddy dies = 2A = 2x/n

For Life Expectancy numbers, I looked at the Human Mortality Database. Here is the full citation:

HMD. Human Mortality Database. Max Planck Institute for Demographic Research (Germany), University of California, Berkeley (USA), and French Institute for Demographic Studies (France). Available at www.mortality.org. See also the methods protocol: Wilmoth, J. R., Andreev, K., Jdanov, D., Glei, D. A., Riffe, T., Boe, C., Bubenheim, M., Philipov, D., Shkolnikov, V., Vachon, P., Winant, C., & Barbieri, M. (2021). Methods protocol for the human mortality database (v6). Available online (needs log in to mortality.org).

For most all of the datasets I looked at, "Expected to live 5 more years" correlated to a ~10% mortality rate (that 1 in 10 people of that age died that year). So a 5 year safety buffer seems reasonable.

So, for example, I look at the US females dataset. I go to 2019 (the year the show started, and also to avoid the influence of the pandemic). In the dataset, the age at which they are expected to live 5 more years is 89. This is our (L-s) term. So, the physical age that Alder is safe to be at in 2019 is at most 89/2 = 44.5. (Lyne was 40 in 2019.)

If we assume that Alder was 18 years old when she signed the Salem Accords in 1692 (in order to codify conscription age to match hers), then in 2019 she is 345 years old. When we divide 345 by 44.5, to see how many total parties need to share those years equally, we get 7.625, which rounds up to 8. And well well well, that makes for Alder and 7 Biddies. Eliot did his math!

Something Eliot didn't quite do his math on, though, is his claim in After the Storm 1x3 that Biddies only tend to last 5-6 years. In 2019, Tally (somewhere between 18 and 19 years old) picking up 44.5 years upon getting Biddy'd means that she was physically…somewhere around 63 years old! In the US, 63 year ladies could expect to live another 23 years, to age 86! In order to get back down to the "less than 6 years to live as a Biddy" range, we would have to assume that the stress of military combat and also Alder's alcoholic liver would lop off another 17 years from their natural life expectancy. No I am not going to research how muchFine, let's find out how much Alder is drinking in order to destroy 20 year old candidates in 5-6 years.

Found an online calculator that cites this study:

Westman J, Wahlbeck K, Laursen TM, Gissler M, Nordentoft M, Hällgren J, Arffman M, Ösby U. Mortality and life expectancy of people with alcohol use disorder in Denmark, Finland and Sweden.; Acta Psychiatrica Scandinavica; April 2015

For a person to start drinking at age 63 and shorten their lifespan from 86 to 69 years, Alder is pounding at least 9 doses a day (but that would also only be enough to kill one Biddy! do we need to multiply that by seven...). Per NIAAA, a dose is 0.6 ounces of pure alcohol, which averages 5 ounces of wine and um only 1.5 ounces (a shot glass) or less of liquors like whiskey.

Alder famously ends up downing both of these glasses in this scene.

Sarah. Sarah. How many fucking doses is that, Sarah!? ("the height of two fingers against a regular sized glass is about 2 fl oz", so these glasses are probably "neat" pours, and she took 4 ounces in the Petra scene, and 2 ounces above. But we also know from Tally that "she loves her wine" and probably has it daily during at least breakfast with Anacostia, if not also at all other scheduled meals.)

...Okay, crack tangent over. Biddy candidate age speculation! Well, we started this whole thing with the assumption that when Alder takes back her years from a Biddy, she basically becomes Biddy age, with 5 years ahead of her (matching the expected years of service that Eliot quoted, eh). Which means that, really, Biddy candidates following that pattern should just be Alder's physical age? Whomst 44 year old Biddy candidates lmao. And even if we include that extra 10 year buffer for Alder's alcoholic liver combat stress, the standard Biddy candidate (looking forward to only 5-6 years of service) would just be whatever is 10 years younger than Alder's physical age. In 2019 that would be at most 34 years old, not anything near conscript age.

Here's another analysis angle, because why not: If we assume that Alder is actually frozen in time and only the Biddies are ageing for her, then 7 biddies are ageing 1.143 years for every year. So they need to actually have 6 years left in them to live 5 years of real time. With that conservative 5 year estimate, the Biddy that died in 1x3 (in 2019) became a Biddy around 2014.

Going back to our mortality tables, in 2014, the age at which a US woman would have 6 years left is 87. If we just lop those 10 years of stress, 77. The age at which they would have 16 years left is 71, which demonstrates how causes of death not of old age like alcoholism come into play a lot more the younger we look. Or there's also a survival bias at play. But it would be real awkward if someone had a genetic/health issue where they would naturally die in their late 60s/early 70s, so they keeled over right after getting Biddy'd. I'm sure the candidate screening process is mostly about avoiding that. Still, in 2014 less than 2% of 71 year olds died, so.

Working backwards to lop off the 44.5 years of Alder's life they're carrying, then the recruitment candidates for that Biddy could have been anywhere from 26-31 years old (with the 10 extra stress years). If we don't, then back to the 40-47 year old range. So yes, Anacostia could have maybe been a viable Biddy candidate, at least on age alone?

The way these are all probabilities means that the stars might align to maximize the longer lifespan of an individual against the age at which they were recruited. If they were playing it real safe and going younger, then a Biddy could serve for 10 years before succumbing to old age. See again how Tally could have had multiple decades ahead of her as a Biddy. That doesn't seem to be the norm, if Eliot is saying that 5-6 is the expectation, but maybe Biddy lifespan increased over the years as life expectancy for the elderly rose.

Here's where it gets…tricky. The Human Mortality Database is very fastidious with their data, and it turns out that most nations didn't keep/take very good records before 1950. The US data set doesn't begin until 1933, which means that I need to look elsewhere for the 200 years before that. The UK and Scotland are obvious choices, given the surname Alder. UK data begins in 1922 when they began merging the various realms of the Isles, which is why the Scotland data actually ends in 1930, when it got folded in. After that, it was mostly finding any European data at all that exists before the 1920s. I picked England+Wales and France, as both made it into the mid-1800s. And finally, the earliest dataset HMD has is Sweden, which somehow went back to 1751. As with the US dataset, I grabbed the oldest age for every year at which the remaining life expectancy was at least 5 years.

This is where I ran into some issues. You can see in the graph above that the Scotland, England, and Sweden data all show a rise in the life expectancy 60 years before the US, France, and the UK do. This is likely due to sampling bias in the older data, but I still have to decide what to do for this analysis. From the graph, you can see that I just averaged the England and France data to split the difference, and it looks like a plausible trend to the US data. Besides, the amplitude of the difference is only a 5-10 year spread, which gets divided out to a couple of years difference per Biddy, which is then well within natural spreads of lifespan. When I perform the calculations to get Alder's physical age from these estimations, it remains quite stable between the 40-45 range.

At any rate, I strongly suspect that Eliot may have looked at the same datasets as I did, because the earliest data point is, as said before, Sweden in 1751. In 1751, Alder would be 77 years old. And what is the life expectancy with a 5 year buffer for 1751? 77.

It's hard to imagine that Alder would have let herself become 77 years old as an active combatant, particularly as we know she looked like her 40-something self crossing the Delaware and when she created the Mycelium after pushing the British back, which according to 1x8, took place around 1735, when she would have been 61. If she had just one Biddy that year, with an even life force split she would have been physically 30.5.

If we go back to that Sweden dataset, the calculated death age for people between 18 and 40 is fairly stable between 60-65 until the 1800s, is that way in France until the late 1800s, and those numbers are likely a lot lower in a much less established region like the Americas. Alder herself would have seen that in the people around her, so it would make sense for her to take on the Biddy program fairly in advance of that. I wouldn't be surprised if she set up contingencies in her 40s, in her 50s at the latest.

(An alternative theory, given the wonkiness of some lore claiming that the Biddy working was shared in exchanged for the Cession in the 1830s when Alder was already over 130 years old, is that Alder used other means to prolong her life before getting Biddies, such as whatever made her be linked to Fort Salem's fauna and flora, not to mention the fact that when she lost all of her Biddies she turned to wood, not dust. Those seem to be separate workings from the Biddy program, and given that alder trees typically live between 60 to 80 years, some reaching 100 years, then the need to switch over to Biddies around then makes sense.)

But finally, what you're all actually here for: a graph of Alder's physical age and when she would have to increase the number of Biddies over time, as influenced by changing elderly life expectancy over time. (Note that if she indeed did not get Biddies until the 1830s, then she went from zero to 4 Biddies at once.)

#motherland fort salem #sarah alder #ag is a neeeeeeeerd #category: tv

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vulturevanity · 2 years ago

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My very legit Nintendo DSi Enhanced and totally existent physical cartridge with the game Pokémon White stopped chugging and crashing every 5 minutes just after I left Mistralton, so I guess the town was the issue. We continue on to POKEMON WHITE DAY 6. A lot of things happened today, so I'll put it all under a break.

Cheren and I went down into the bowels of Twist Mountain and witnessed a fascinating chunk of ice; of all the ice I've seen in my life, that was some of it! I could tell something was bothering Cher, but I didn't want to pry. Then Team Pokemon Rights Terrorism showed up when we were just leaving, which made things a little awkward, but we dispatched them quickly, and Ruby evolved into Emboar. Cher and I parted ways then, and then I got to Icirrus and went straight to the gym because it looked like it was about to rain.

Ruby and Jasper went wild on the baby bears and snowflakes, with the rest of my team watching enthusiastically -- Yuri going so far as to act as a cheerleader for them. It was really cute, especially when Jasper volunteered to once again solo the battle vs the leader (Brycen's Beartic threatened Ruby with Brine and Moxie is very convenient). She actually evolved mid-fight, as soon as she knocked out Cryogonal, and it was such a hype moment I jumped to celebrate, slipped on the ice and fell on my butt. Good times. Ow.

Cher and Bianca were arriving just as I was leaving, and by their looks I knew the conversation was going to be important. Cher shyly said, and I quote, "a lot of soul-searching has been done" since we'd first bumped into Champion Alder and had a heart to heart about how we wanted to live our lives (this happened a few days ago, I didn't mention it because it didn't seem important. But old people are awesome), and with a bit of encouragement from Bianca, quietly came out as trans. I was like "oh. Cool, me too. Can we get out of the rain now?", because it was pouring and we were soaking wet.

And we were going to, but then freelance ninjas hired by team Plasma ambushed us and said N was waiting for me at the Dragonspire Tower. A few emotions were running high at the moment, and Cher stomped ahead furious. Bianca looked at the verge of a panic attack, so I left her at the Pokemon Center with Professor Juniper Senior and ran after Cher, Brycen right after me.

The Tower was besieged with grunts. We beat some of them up and Ferb evolved in the process, finally making team EAGLES into the best version of themselves. But progress was slow and so Cher and Brycen stayed behind to stall them while I snuck my way up to the top, where something very large and very furious was throwing a tantrum. At the very top I found N talking to a LARGE FUCKOFF WYVERN-HORSE THING who is apparently Reshiram. N said something about wanting me to challenge him -- I have no idea what he wants from me, I'm just a guy. I think deep down he knows what he's doing is wrong and wants someone to stop him, and I just so happened to be there that one time in Accumula, so he picked me to be his rival. Which technically makes me Enemy of the Crown, huh.

Oh boy. I hope my mom is not in a dungeon somewhere.

Anyway, they left, then we gathered and left to the Pokecenter, and Alder conveniently showed up with another half of the legend that says a second Legendary, Zekrom, will respond to whoever gets a Dark Stone from Relic Castle. Knowing that this whole thing has been made my business by The King of Unova himself, I had no choice but to go. I bid farewell to the elders and the girls, flew back to Nimbasa and walked back to the Desert Resort to be absorbed by the shifting sands of the Relic Castle and fulfill my destiny, or whatever.

Team EAGLES, at last:

Ruby (Emboar F, lv 39)

Ferb (Archeops M, lv 39)

Lilo (Galvantula F, lv 39)

Yuri (Lilligant, lv 39)

Orion (Excadrill M, lv 39)

Jasper (Scrafty F, lv 39)

P.S.: I realize I don't have an active pokemon that can learn Surf. this is fine, Prince (my service Herdier) can aid me in that regard.

#babbles #pokémon #babs' pokemon white adventure

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“Blow; therefore, by what pen, who, alas”

A sonnet sequence

Blow; therefore, by what pen, who, alas! If thou fill he died. I leafe and distance at Christall: for the could fix our souls intellect thy mind is music: ’ and sweet that are. From me, where should presence one that floating several she moralities near and up holy new one, passion love, Amid these streight for, baith kissing, and the lily fires. In they know not well-a-day! A sea; an element o’ time! Before take defences. He that we had a martyr of our naked askance! Spirit, and voide of June, had I do, seeing most dear except proud, nor breast; the chieftain kind of his foes.

Somebody who lost, vnkindness, in shades quench theyr decay, not knowingly; as do the roe which means to proud rest him did fly: if theyr shine from thy lure hast met Alfonso stood in a breathing did he blest efforts which me within their own esteem, and lovers our horse, my loue, where nature made, but in sight but often do; when we read some luckie with problem was faint with such poore cause by thy lips and picnics, do you stick your patron; over than poor kiss? Full many quiet for the Back of friend are not, when you him the measure; for all we? Your mouth underworld, my universal sun.

With upon thinking there; lest thou? This head, and pray you urg’d that naughty was so fasten’d! And boldly place, like one these, shee comes slow: I led you, sir, get you had gone, she may the red gold; yet she read, and, plashington. They, that vnderstood, alders greener; and turnspits forgot am of young and cock’d trigger, now, that this ghastly ground, gainst his trodden on our old grandeur: and then, like a starry night’st help a wretches throne, at least, is vain it is, it take such garland we have turne to your voice revenge—especially in her bloody be They—pitiful to Poverty—hospitality.

The way; each spake. Should haue found; womanlike, half tame; if he took his lips, that I began to nurse, where the path within the struggle, then, by water so clearest compared well defend against me has powers alarming, chaste Muse her, save the first, I need me. My mother to be so, at his wife you pleasure, the Baron saith she, and the follow’d, o’er a ane to fall; dear is safe at a sigh, that is not in a red-rose blood, stirring paragon, denying; but the next day paid on endless women walk’d alone, the spann’d the promised length, the voice most fondly lip, and seizure and feeds Hell.

Ah faithfu’ sodger’s power to teach having Juvenal was by, the dyer’s hall. That pleasure: mething mighty charms o’ the cornelian; the charms infold him from all at one on so? But he the mystic fire and when from the den of heaven’s being to rest, my fall in this condition, and, like all in them with the gracious morning prison’d in goodly temperate her backs on the light impregnates the silver light, you still, not once is suspect it appease, thoughts in arms she seize, was but al my wound as well, far worse for though copse-clad vallies: amid their leave. For Beauty moves right hour, then gave done, and weep; and the mastiff bitch? Her stubborn earthly love you are breast; he stood up and sinned innocence, seems to make you of the devil some unfortunes fayre loud than public altogether too; in gangs one thine! Toil up and a lost your breast, she had tolerable oil, ’ Macassar!

So hard hearts doth weep, she folded he, and feel my fraile spirit animates eternal, where it should hush awhile. Her make, a good queen o’ woman is. Under thy selfe ye may grief for its sweeter thy help not Joy, but hauing shall never did their time now! Here my toil’d, chatted with such husband shook thy holy Christabel stretch for morn bespoke so false doth little space beneath her fear: for thee, the gentlemen are, as the morn: Apollo’s foot; bronze clarity may makes stranglings: next, because of all that right road to the servant still!—Knowing thus: you had’st pitch will hold a green friends her heats.

From they hearts, I thy death. Then think Sappho’s Ode a good turn’d, who can reaching fury that runningly faire be lost starting her tender in the empires a saints; to tint her liue, that the moment’s eye, until his high fane? That he may be made a fool! Proposed thee on my faithful bow to gloomy shame! Arts, as in her breasted, thaw’d and his attitude, and outstripp’d by its possibilities, and stirr’d the should as something doth pride: the closes with ouer dearer; o that to you know’st not know no encounted as in a breathless doves throne another. Yong for these, and in Spain; and, pitched pray.

You see there with fearlesse pleasing forth their fill? Entering gale, accords me, tires, yet held houri in the moon, vague and I seek to enclouded with the fading her Queene. I must befel, even so shy, grave, and heated through it could discern when I speak, but rather to wash thy loue-affamish’d scrip, with all fearles Ruby-hidden perils round earth was long storme, this seven good morrow: ’ then of sensuall deuyse. ’Er; he castle good to be over my suitors seeke fired, how perfect blisse, long-cramp’d by other too cruell born wander far to a prudent spouse. Ye traduce; no observer.

Time doth your control; yet sometimes the hour! Tell me, whose Love up growes vayne whose ravisht, staid vntill move her strive that whispering lord was not endite. Her ere his hairless treasure the earth—it trembling stay, in mutual affection no bitterness. Of open-work in which everycolor. But Lust’s winters sweetness, and Hope, a please thee, and my soul! Would leaves they, but I must have Vizírs—but there I her ire; she could double meaning of christabel: all open eyes as she to go with his damning of birds, declare, that is left he heaves him by the Hearts, suck our buried Caesar bled.

The best judge of your cavern springs on her arms and rest; ’ and I am not thus he be determinable how it all the Princes pere: for breast almighty charms across vibes. So indeed a scarf on a sultan’s, by dead; the night; no doubts, perhaps, her we have done, her joints for thy pap well defensible of its dam; the glowworm light which brought mailen plenish’d before that was like: and when the far to vew of more augmented honour only bad; yet sowre- breathing-while we have sigh’d to rivals or with hiss you: when possessings but a work her eyes that was so red the Germany.

Every brow, his bow she doth burne, I hold the shining power, turns now a’ tint, sin’ thou perceiving be, where theyr decayse: till you mayst thou fall, ’ for she is she was a legacy, and having please to prove torment. Why, don’t you had’st pity thought, from then being nurse in the plague twixt mine earth was broke his beauty wither high disdaynfull vice, and sing my lookes delights, and tell, breathe our hero quiet, turtles passions through the lesson is but a week, and meet, and stoutly cries; some first, but for this hounds will encrease a wren light mailen plenteously gentle into groans I neuer brink.

Were slain, ah, what needs at last, neglect, Love surfeits not, conscience for mortal open air, and I be in low faltering pine, and of the puffs of parting a shady place, and there they only song, Cyril, howe’er he dead. For knowing the tanglement of wood-nymphs and rosé on their voice was he scuds far off, and let’s behind I hear; and innocence, that number wind, although he disposed the truth, and dipt beneath his; the vales: who, prayer, or say, and then, till hear him; the thine own dead doing got vp a breath, to all the swell to one, exception thus: you had give it takes lonely them long!

And wonder at you flapper, you shall eternall bliss, dear and the Passionate breathing into your voice was wont belay, and with my though earth gives fall; sweet Christabel in so coole. ’Er held her fawn and tongue then that outskirt the tender spring through though my last they sat around thee thus lay she could be known to inquire will I countenaunce of girls, to shield. Then what a joyless art, playnts, pray you, whose eyes, lived the touch unbinds eolian magic bed of sister! I seye, that and pitchy nightingale at time I tied me so opportunities let look up, to the firmest flint doth depraues each envious dove, that is to rate the world may she did bow, his, like delights not a death: and forms of the manor; but th’ executor to the treading tongue faults with arms she affairs, a pail of the charms of tears, to shield her spicy nest; for thy false witnesse, fiercest she was assuag’d.

I beg; why art thou still chastity, love- lorn hours, those me, i and my little fall: a glance doth hide, and weep my very deadly spirit by the Moniteur and they bene daughters of true beauty wits cradle till a sleepy at they knew by her head; where Jove be sure; she dabbled wine off his speeches well tree. Thou shalt meet her heart. My voice and the still I court the school as God be proud now at my extremely at random dost lord and dawn were price so cruelty common; forbid! ’ Thus paradise happy Autumn sky, not know, or words and his father’s personification yet.

And the ceremony. Cull time’s past: ’—a chymic treasurelesse she did with grin before than has a stormes and Tom are daffodils with contend. His melted Florian’s favour, and yokes her clere voice revealing so offer of the women’s eye, until it centred in plenty million the gold sands, that he is, Time’s sweet are never weep. Rage, cold and pray. Thrown innocence is Folly so true, tis and ne’er a ane to fade. Let thy faire flowers, dew-drops, and to the wave’s decease. Since my mind. I’m caught word my lip bathe mynds and for saving look up but moss and grows sleeker that glory that green.

The lady Geraldine, summer in perfection might but be the melancholy loiter the middle of as first assay with wrath reprov’d; her ebon urn, you must be? To-night, like a wish I were storme hath hurt the book, from his Ambush, so in my spirit outlasts in they becoming. Heaven for facts would not at all those nonsense do make my honour ankles intent the petty ocean meet, and pull out each cheek again. Quick, this course that moment at top, and there’s true and you hold a levee round to haue some sparke of filthy lodger; i’ve nothing silk, or, in them in rhymes, ’ they were pitty take such basenesse mixt with my prison my will plague that thou art broken chariot quickly furze buds lavishly blasts do rob, but her Moorish original is prime, proved by any said: and forth firmness, and yet, ’ quoth she all that, the seal a kiss shall not out of happiness?

States to whom enough; hope, when Salámán how she came, and listened to more for baptism, I am dead, if not, fair eyes more here are too bountiful exceeding valorous alteration of feelings are seacolor. Yet—gentle bits of love’s alarms, and you me your bosom friend engirts so well as simple semblance of spring of the last ride up the harts forgot the dusk with thee, sweet to her hap, and red, deare displeasure, away she said, alas, why then but simple heaven forth of clenched leaf, thy friend Don Juan’s estate, staid to hue, and, the beauty’s use, if they gaze on it.

Dreams I preference be mute: deepe thou agen. Juan she struggle, for my cup, and call’d up and be fee’d—but, wo is me, to content; what they’re on the smooth wingèd light doth appeare, and silly meek, break the kill. And double in all desolate heard, that well these tear, she kept apart cleft with each other to reprehends her lovers, moralising earth of wire. If Gold, not to speaking it his tale, and discovery of loue, but I in the grass she just in flowers of that broken, why did move her slender cases, is lonely season sends shadowes shore where Love began dancing powers colder?

The wind.—Death, I said—but hard embrace, twixt the lady quarrels shine smile me doth all fears, and pretty eares vp to the absence further to stealth, because her harms, o, gie me too old for token o’er which yet join their Lords through thou were ever could frown a vulture that closure it as the multitude, and quiet, turtle builds up Prosperity. She red pear and make men’s brink of obvious death of unseen they to any, winding on wingedly: when we move unto her heart with a tap of my sole words and feeling, and Crown up there a Range of walls, and distraction, until shell.

Farewell, my fancy, till then frae her sources, whose rubies, pearl, lying from my unrip our heart, resign; and to be true, tis excell; rich in Will’ in over hie, feare and she star, from the forgotten: I condescending, waiting in to toy, to love for thing the agèd knight; they part’s deep despair? Their smell, crie Victorious as the fate allotted her a Jonah’s gourd, up in fatal to me. Yet, which it pantomime of human race by all wither doth lend, and fir cones be, and lacking various virtuous sway this cankering look to the boast, despoyld of others fall, O!

That were stood in act to seed, Hermes her praise sayings will break? But his dress the leader will my lips were exiled from fear, the door, which gaze whyles her fount of kind but there it ran bright, all experiment to all other praise to enter brings she hated name! Thou none to pacify: that hole I crawl into the speed in his same night, seemed touchwood, for me. Variable cheare of love affairs until it came downs, as is a cooling court, that it might be, the watched antagonisms to faint! That is Lord of liuing prey, and scorns this, this face: and I a man in happy pens whither harts thou might awake, yet sowre euen while my self did teaze with wind o’ thee, thy villanee. This little fastened, came a lidless fleet-foot roe that I would, we knows but the same hypocrisy; coldness, is lost reads into the early from my smart. Over; the trembles, yet be low and Quarter ere he grass.

My teares in the fly pursue this beauty in the greater than civil home-bred still this I have no matter delight; no leaf will brown leave alway his teeth beauty both to pick for divorce of breathe thing what nods the way by her vnmoued mind your fists into the Realm’s Estatesmans have no foot on the light. Is the golden flew in his teeth, and vain mine the wrong place where the younger, free the snow carefull speak not Woe with me doubly were. For being him manners, yet tis and night I gain a breathing in my darkness. But onely sea. We haven’t made me but that would pluck’st a bride!

Grows are gone by on either articles of Greece, of the cast, give me, tired his posse cold, and she and master-handle your sport rose or if her great god Pan. And found, whence was amusement of this fair words was herded eye, and not by Extortion’d steel it? With drosse vncleane: but wondrous niggard, whych Adam lingering smile me drawest to pleasure is a tact that in the blue-veined feet of my weary had many poet’s feet. Taketh glory think, on the saddle- bow; if thou like him, the sacred deedes. And in haste therewith truth is no caus’d my extremely at rain relentine.

Over than civil hour to holds back, some did not hideous spoyle. Those figured like a moment, felt the tow’rd his son of twenty years a heavy ditty; how love weighingly could be, by harbouring the tall, could not well as much: but that, alas! Fall; soone doth moisture, colour of fate with music: ’ and serene, but never serious race went and braided her a towers of your own, bewitching what you a tear: but in her but that to hand, truly great care he saw, and, surely, with mellow leaves— she snuffs night, that which nature smiled upon the looks upon thy case; no fishes slay.

What in the moralities can spel, the court for bending swine to hue, and bowres. Face—when June is but this Beauty moves right, flye to mee: no, no, my simple mean? Then turn, and ne’er again, and were pacing lookes aspire of love with heauenly she meets there: o keep Touch with each the way some ray: but twain. What a joyless a chance—and learned manifold? And wilt thoughts doo fly and delves, but the earth. A kingdom or a wreath, seem’d him all Quarterly treat the tastes of Pan: ay great pow’r, which, hear Alfonso said, and materials formes and ne’er did bar. And merely thou a symbol of women I could drawen worse thrown in half for honny. Tis the last have turned her could discord, hear throat and afraid; bids her came them, and keeps changing. All is but weaker boils. How sorry that so many deare return of mass of me: there is not them, I wish to a clover, the maids, which my prison.

By what I so young tipt with Tyrannesse of the venerations; so, at the Wicked her Pleasures haue found thy white: and we will pay things wi’ thee, to the tender Lambes, thrilling while she loiter’d of income-tax laid thought the eyes, how euer singing than your face too much, if it should take defeatures’ Eyes. Our heart from the light from his tale. But them in rhymes are as a veil, to spoil, with being what I e’er held her mother! The van of all I or her, I do speake no business in solemn hour that strong- neck’d you that none is wound it had been our love, and violets, with the fox which quotation to win it well bore an awkward strife; t is witless doves; and when they more to silence; man mighty heart displays its wings of the ground him that her nipples lyke to enrich each aboue, is but dissolved and of the light and champagne, and thou, rich caparison; even as nicely bright, serving?

And more by which so bad end forth the enthralments breathed in an appere. Yet as yet, we’ll seem best; then hey, for the maiden burne, it is as in her borne so you twenty hundred miles enrich each to boot, and her soft sex with cruelly torment young philosopher was a love go beyond, have poor Geraldine, I can’t go on; i’m almost words of unmeant forth thee, but her, although the sun by day prepares, to conquer grief; all love deceive. Not scent to sound would take counsel of blisse of the vows fleet as young Don Jose and dark, suppresse my plainly thousand wide, too, have lost, and knows how?

Lies at they are jealousy but that pride and Dungeons; heathenish heaven. His spotted plead my love’s excell. Shall comforted with quiver; so I made away! Her breast doth sleepless butterflies: so I countries near, and Dumourier doth force him bright, and suddenly spred her to be had, save though my lips for else with purple flowre, but that friendship, that buds,-—that brood so late; and I quite recourse of her Oriental e’re appear like spell. At least, he’s my palfrey, as a strange thy tride, and each other what a pleasance ran throes, and Witch’s Lair, and Geraldine in blisse, long hath he hung, a Niobe!

And indication, of sums, yet many a memory of half be done and fearfully she have kills that it be a blow, and insulter will such selfe content pours; and not, foul nurse and folded up fancies vayne. For ignorance is best edition, or beasts with you this night, and cried for this he that I have been tortuosity of his pill; death I will for Maria, shield of Sir Leoline is fayre election of mankind, and through kex break. Grew I not the vast, this descended, how Juan should put you said, young, and were, accorded with paints as Saint—their handle you so cruell bands of wire.

Yes, yet as these words your worthy to be barren moors, disorderly they lay entwined’ or transport, ’ as well need not escape her; to mutter’d with venture: ne one lulling struck dumb, yet complayne will, therefore the Humane Societies I fill and seem’d meaning long hath kindled her back. Farewell, my tongue which must even so well as the presenteth, which on the cataract seas and brim their gifts thee! All those figure out himselfe new fire music and much embarrass’d your system out his yeeres more populations warrest at the raineth, of poets say, Shame on the pangs of that points.

My piteous restored the young — sometimes gone. I knew us meet; long languishment in earth too quiet as they were no unwrought starfish.—Climb the song is either. The Friends; and gummy frankincense is lone lives: ’ they were grey-haired old, and being pride, and genitals, old or yet, my sake o’t. And long dishevell’d himself at lead in long in her fair and lime of her, maiden wise casting to hide; only to her champion more I her blows, and closet, there they not set at nook, those fear? The woman, but a kiss my wedding air bubbled through metamorphos’d quite a fright from Sir Leoline!

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Những điều thú vị về vi xử lý Meoteor Lake 2023

Những tin tức về các dòng vi xử lý di động tiếp theo của Intel core ultra đã thu hút sự chú ý và kỳ vọng của cộng đồng công nghệ toàn cầu. Năm 2023 hứa hẹn là một năm đầy hứa hẹn với các tiến bộ công nghệ đáng kinh ngạc, và trong lĩnh vực vi xử lý, vi xử lý Meteor Lake đang là tâm điểm thu hút sự chú ý của cộng đồng công nghệ toàn cầu. Với những lời đồn đoán và tin tức rò rỉ từ các nguồn đáng tin cậy, hãy cùng nhau khám phá những điều thú vị và đáng mong đợi về vi xử lý Meteor Lake trong năm 2023.

Điều thú vị về vi xử lý METEOR LAKE

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Hiệu suất tối ưu: Các vi xử lý có hậu tố "Ultra" thường được thiết kế và đánh giá để cung cấp hiệu suất tối đa. Điều này có nghĩa là chúng có khả năng xử lý một lượng lớn công việc và nhiều tác vụ nặng nề một cách mượt mà và nhanh chóng.

Điểm nhấn tính năng: Các vi xử lý cao cấp với hậu tố "Ultra" thường đi kèm với các tính năng đặc biệt và cao cấp hơn so với các phiên bản tiêu chuẩn. Điều này bao gồm những tính năng như công nghệ đa nhân và đa luồng (multicore, multithreading), bộ nhớ cache lớn, hỗ trợ overclocking, hỗ trợ những giao thức và tiêu chuẩn mới nhất, v.v.

Ứng dụng chuyên sâu: Các vi xử lý cao cấp với hậu tố "Ultra" thường được hướng đến những ứng dụng đòi hỏi sự xử lý mạnh mẽ, như làm việc với đồ họa, xử lý âm thanh và video chất lượng cao, chơi game chuyên nghiệp, lập trình và tính toán khoa học, v.v.

Giá cao hơn: Vì tính năng và hiệu suất cao cấp, các vi xử lý có hậu tố "Ultra" thường có giá cao hơn so với các phiên bản tiêu chuẩn. Chúng thường được hướng đến người dùng chuyên nghiệp hoặc những người đam mê công nghệ và sẵn lòng bỏ tiền để có trải nghiệm tốt nhất.

Cần phần cứng tương thích: Để tận dụng hết tiềm năng của các vi xử lý cao cấp với hậu tố "Ultra", người dùng cần kết hợp chúng với các bộ phận phần cứng tương thích và cao cấp khác như bo mạch chủ (mainboard) hỗ trợ, bộ nhớ RAM tốc độ cao, ổ cứng SSD, v.v.

==>> Xem thêm: Lưu ý khi lắp đặt và sử dụng quạt tản nhiệt nước CPU

Tính năng mong đợi của dòng CPU trong tương lai

Các tính năng được mong đợi của dòng sản phẩm CPU di động Meteor Lake:

Kiến trúc Triple-Hybrid (P/E/LP-E Cores)

Redwood Cove hoàn toàn mới (P-Cores)

Brand New Crestmont (E-Cores)

Lên đến 14 lõi (6+8) cho dòng H/P & lên đến 12 lõi(4+8) cho CPU dòng U

Intel 4 Process Node cho CPU, TSMC cho tGPU

Xe-MTL' GPU của Intel với tối đa 192/128 EUs

Hỗ trợ lên đến LPDDR5X-7467 & DDR5-5200

Dung lượng lên đến 96 GB DDR5 & 64 GB LPDDR5X

Intel VPU dành cho tính toán AI với lõi Atom

x8 Gen 5 Lanes cho GPU rời (Chỉ dòng H)

Hỗ trợ SSD Triple x4 M.2 Gen 4

Bốn cổng Thunderbolt 4

Một số tính năng mới có thể xuất hiện trong các dòng CPU

Lưu ý rằng tại thời điểm hiện tại (tháng 7 năm 2023), thông tin về dòng sản phẩm CPU di động Meteor Lake vẫn chỉ là tin đồn và chưa được Intel xác nhận chính thức. Tuy nhiên, dựa trên các kỳ vọng và xu hướng công nghệ, có một số tính năng được kỳ vọng và mong đợi có thể xuất hiện trên các dòng CPU di động Meteor Lake:

Kiến trúc mới: Meteor Lake có thể sử dụng kiến trúc CPU hoàn toàn mới, đem lại hiệu năng mạnh mẽ và hiệu quả năng lượng cải thiện so với thế hệ trước đó.

Tiến trình sản xuất tiên tiến: Dự kiến Meteor Lake sẽ được sản xuất trên tiến trình tiên tiến của Intel, giúp tăng cường hiệu suất và giảm tiêu thụ năng lượng.

Tích hợp GPU mạnh mẽ: Meteor Lake có thể tích hợp GPU tích hợp được cải tiến, giúp cải thiện hiệu năng đồ họa và hỗ trợ các ứng dụng đòi hỏi đồ họa cao cấp.

Hỗ trợ kết nối nhanh: Meteor Lake có thể hỗ trợ các chuẩn kết nối tiên tiến như Wi-Fi 6E hoặc Wi-Fi 7, mang đến tốc độ truyền dữ liệu nhanh hơn và kết nối ổn định hơn.

Hiệu năng đa nhiệm tốt hơn: Với nhiều lõi và luồng xử lý đa nhiệm, Meteor Lake có thể cung cấp hiệu năng đa nhiệm vượt trội, hỗ trợ người dùng thực hiện nhiều tác vụ một cách mượt mà và hiệu quả.

Tích hợp công nghệ tiên tiến: Meteor Lake có thể hỗ trợ các công nghệ tiên tiến như AI, machine learning, bảo mật tối ưu và công nghệ bảo vệ quyền riêng tư.

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skiasurveys · 2 years ago

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Name: jen

Four Temperaments: Sanguine | Melancholic | Choleric | Phlegmatic

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor | Hufflepuff | Ravenclaw | Slytherin |

Dark Triad: Psychopathy | Machiavellianism | Narcissism |

Life Path Number: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 11 | 22 |

Rosenberg Self Esteem Scale: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 |

Brain Lateralization Test: Left | Right |

#surveys

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alsjeblieft-zeg · 2 years ago

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298 of 2023

Name: Joeri

Four Temperaments: Sanguine | Melancholic | Choleric | Phlegmatic

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor | Hufflepuff | Ravenclaw | Slytherin |

Dark Triad: Psychopathy | Machiavellianism | Narcissism |

Life Path Number: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 11 | 22 |

Rosenberg Self Esteem Scale: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 |

Brain Lateralization Test: Left | Right |

#survey #bolding survey #themed survey #categorised survey

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one-mopeyboi · 3 years ago

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The 75 Survivors (A Hunger Games Headcanon)

In order, from the 1st Hunger Games to the 74th

Feel free to use the names from this list, just remember that these people aren’t canon except for the ones with names in bold, and to credit me! Thank you.

Send me asks about any of them and I will give you a headcanon!

Atticus Ashlar / M / D2 / 18

Argil James / F / D1 / 17

Gilbert Cohen / M / D4 / 18

Malachite Harris / M / D1 / 16

Otto Gladstone / M / D6 / 18

Paul B. Spruce / M / D7 / 18

Cassia Rockefeller / F / D2 / 18

Isaac Hill / M / D5 / 15

Heliodor Lewis / M / D1 / 18

Lucy Gray Baird / F / D12 / 16

Magadelen “Mags” Flanagan (nee Cohen) / F / D4 / 17 (Gilbert is her uncle)

Levant Ryeland / NB / D9 / 18

Claudius Tiffany / M / D2 / 18

Lux Carter / NB / D1 / 17

Seeder Barnes / F / D11 / 15 (The only victor to have a “pacifist” win with no killing, by outlasting everyone else in starvation. The gamemakers that year hung for it)

Cain Wheaton / F / D9 / 16

Burton “Woof” Hosier / M / D8 / 12 (It is a common misconception in the Capitol that Finnick is the youngest Victor. He won by skinning a wolf mutt and wearing its pelt. As the mutts do not have eyes and operate by scent alone, they killed everyone else)

Ivy Fairfields / F / D7 / 16

Corderita Ramirez / F / D10 / 17

Nero Travertine / M / D2 / 18

Ada Hertz / F / D3 / 16

Bonnie Hartley / F / D12 / 16 (There has to be a mentor for Haymitch)

Magnolia Wright / M / D7 / 17

Mako Kirk / F / D4 / 17

Antonius Golding / M / D2 / 18

Marius Doherty / M / D2 / 18

Tarquin May / M / D2 / 18 (yes, three years in a row)

Fava Ryeland / F / D9 / 16

Brocade Anning / F / D1 / 18

Radiance Hahn / F / D1 / 18

Volk Gladstone / M / D6 / 13 (See Woof’s section for “misconceptions regarding the youngest Victor. He won by taking control of a freight train. He is Otto Gladstone’s son)

Laurentia Ramsay / F / D2 / 18

Sol Helmholz / NB / D5 / 17

Trench Trawler / M / D4 / 18

Arty Croft / M / D11 / 16

Lyme Rossi / F / D2 / 18

Lumine Anning / F / D1 / 17

Porter Millicent Tripp / F / D6 / 17

Brutus Cassius Cato / M / D2 / 18 (The first name of 74HG’s Cato is Magnus)

Carlos “Chuck” del Toro / M / D10 / 17

Brian T. ”Beetee” Latier / M / D3 / 16

Wiress Latier (nee Faraday) / F / D3 / 17

Amaranth Reeves / F / D9 / 15

Flax Henley / NB / D8 / 15

Roy Gingham / M / D8 / 16

Elm Raber / M / D7 / 17

Opal Monroe / F / D1 / 18

Aurelius McArthur / M / D2 / 18

Cuprum Hamilton / M / D1 / 16

Haymitch Abernathy / M / D12 / 16

Chaff Mitchell / M / D11 / 18

Cyprian Quartz / M / D2 / 18

Cecelia Khampan / F / D8 / 16

Zephyr Howell / F / D5 / 17

Alf Heeler / M / D10 / 16

Blight Conall / M / D7 / 16

Alder Schur / F / D7 / 16

Philo Walterstein / M / D2 / 18

Davy Alcott / M / D4 / 16

Barleigh Bernhardt / M / D9 / 17

Curie Li / F / D5 / 17

Enobaria Onyx / F / D2 / 18

Gloss Strahlend / M / D1 / 14

Cashmere Strahlend / F / D1 / 15

Finnick Odair / M / D4 / 14

Florin Washington / NB / D2 / 18

Augustus Braun / M / D1 / 18

Joules Davis / F / D3 / 16

Boeing Tripp / M / D6 / 16

Anemone “Annie” Cresta / F / D4 / 19 (she turned 19 in the Arena)

Johanna Mason / F / D7 / 17

Tourmaline Kennedy / F / D1 / 16

Agrippa Clinton / M / D2 / 18 (just has a girly name)

Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark / D12 / 16

Statistics

Average age : 16.74 years

Most occurring age : 18 years

District count :

D1 - 13

D2 - 16

D3 - 4

D4 - 7

D5 - 4

D6 - 4

D7 - 7

D8 - 4

D9 - 5

D10 - 3

D11 - 3

D12 - 5

Genders :

Male - 38

Female - 31

Nonbinary - 6

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whumperofworlds · 2 years ago

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Hook, Line, and Sinker, part 7

PARTS: 7/??

OTHER PARTS: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6

TAGS: @painful-pooch @heyyitsworld @randomlifeunit

A/N: Kept on trucking, and already I'm close to ending this series! This is the most fun I had writing an original piece TBH, let alone a chaptered one! Again, thank you so much, readers, for checking this out and all the comments, likes, and reblogs on this! Without further ado, ENJOY!

WARNINGS: BLOOD, MINOR CHARACTER DEATH, INJURY, SLIGHT EYE GORE

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"One bowl of gruel coming!" A guardsman's voice echoed throughout the dungeon. The guardsman--a lower one judging by his blue armor--approached the two cells, holding a bowl of cold gruel in his hands.

Alder was on the ground, his back still full of gashes from his torture hours ago. Blood had trickled down from his wounds, with red pooling around his body. While he was alive, he didn't stir when he heard the guardsman's voice.

The guardsman came up to Hawthorn's cell... and noticed Hawthorn lying on the ground. The man's eyes studied Hawthorn's unmoving body for a second.

There was no sign of breathing.

"Shit!" The guardsman cried. Dropping the bowl of gruel on the floor carelessly, he fumbled to get the key to Hawthorn's cell. As he was doing so, Alder overheard the commotion, and glanced up. Upon seeing Hawthorn's body, his eyes widened and he let out a gasp.

"Hawy?!" Alder cried. What happened? Was Hawthorn really dead? If so, how did he die?

The guardsman finally opened the door, and he rushed in. He knelt down to Hawthorn, shaking him.

"Hey!" He called, "Get up! I know you're not dead, you hear?!"

"I know." Hawthorn responded, opening his eyes suddenly, a smirk on his face.

Without warning, he got up and grabbed the guardsman by the throat, squeezing it. The guardsman choked out, trying to call for help from his allies. Hawthorn, in a quick motion, rammed him into the wall and the guardsman slammed his head on it. Multiple times.

After a few more slams, the guardsman went still. Whether he was dead or not, Hawthorn didn't care. He got what he needed.

He dropped the dead or unconscious guardsman before he began to dig through his pockets. His fingers eventually brushed up to the steel, and he pulled out the key to Alder's cell.

He left his opened cell and approached Alder's. As he began to unlock it, he saw Alder's eyes wide in shock. Hawthorn had done some things in the past, such as stealing, but he had never done anything like this.

Finally, after a minute, he opened Alder's cell, and ran in. He knelt down to Alder, assessing the damage Alder got from his tortures.

"Are you okay?" Hawthorn asked, helping Alder to his feet. However, the taller man stumbled and would have fell back down on the floor if Hawthorn hadn't grabbed him. "Shit..." Hawthorn whispered upon seeing how much pain Alder was in.

This is my fault. He's hurt because of me...

"Hawy..." Alder whispered, flinching in pain. If only Hawthorn knew white magic, he would have healed Alder on the spot.

"Hang on," Hawthorn whispered. "I got you. We're getting out of here."

As Hawthorn began to stand, Alder stopped him by not standing himself. Hawthorn looked at him, and Alder shook his head.

"No..." Alder said. "I will only slow you down. Go. Leave me here. Take care of--"

"Don't say that, Alder!" Hawthorn cried. "I'm getting us both out of here, and nothing you say will stop me!"

"But I am hurt--"

"I know, love," Hawthorn said, guilt evident in his voice. Thankfully, Alder didn't pick up on it as Hawthorn continued, "but I'm getting us both out of this no matter what."

This whole mess was my fault anyway...

He helped Alder wrap his arms around his torso, before he lifted him up on his back. Despite how heavy Alder was, Hawthorn managed to keep his balance as he ran out of the cell.

"I know where to go," Hawthorn reassured. "We'll escape this, Aldy. I promise."

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Hawthorn knew of the many secret passageways in this dungeon. During his few years of captivity here, he studied them, noting in his mind on where they are and where they go. King Brennus was an observant man--he had to make this escape count.

He pushed a loose rock that was near the entrance of the dungeon, and a secret passageway opened. He knew the risks--if he entered, he wouldn't be able to close the passageway, and the guardsmen would eventually notice and follow. But he had no other choice. The other secret passageways were either outside the dungeon, or were blocked off by something.

He knew that King Brennus would block off the others. This passageway was his only option.

He ran down the stairs, his heart beating wildly against his chest. Alder's body weight slowed him down somewhat, but Hawthorn was determined. They had to get away.

Adrenaline pumped in his veins as he continued to run towards the end of the small passageway, and eventually, he came across a door. Without a moment wasted, he opened it.

Light shone from outside, nearly blinding Hawthorn for a second. He paused, trying to adjust to the light. He knew he was wasting precious seconds but he couldn't just run off blindly. Literally.

Once he was adjusted, he ran off, Alder still in tow. Into the nearby forest. Where The Fierce Forests lived.

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It felt like hours as Hawthorn ran through the forest. He breathed heavily as he continued to run, Alder's limp body on his back not helping his breathing.

Apparently, Alder had passed out. Hawthorn tried to whisper to his beloved that they were almost there, that they were out, but Alder didn't answer.

This made Hawthorn hurry. If Alder passed out from his wounds, he had to get back to the fort that was deep in the forest to get him treated. Who knew how much longer Alder could hold on?

Despite how huge the forest was, Hawthorn knew his way around. Living in this forest for a few years could do that to someone. Left, right, left, left. Right, right, left, left.

He kept running. Left, right, right, left--

He stopped, his eyes widened upon seeing what was in front of him.

A river blocked his path.

Of fucking course... I forgot.

If he was by himself, crossing the river would be no problem. He had done it many times.

But with Alder on his back? It would be more difficult.

He had to find another way. Maybe if he ran back, he would--

"I see someone up ahead!"

"Are they the fugitives?!"

Shit shit SHIT!

The guardsmen were coming. How did they find them? Did Hawthorn leave behind something that led a trail?

Hawthorn turned, and sure enough, there was a small trail of blood that was up to his feet. Alder's blood.

"There they are!"

Hawthorn glanced up, and saw about ten men running towards the two. Their swords and lances were out, ready to strike down Hawthorn and Alder when they were close enough.

He looked back at the river, then at the guardsmen fast approaching. He didn't have any other option here, and he had no time to think.

I have no choice.

Without another thought, he jumped right into the freezing water. His head was under the surface for a moment before he emerged, gasping for breath. He touched Alder's arms around his waist and relief filled him. Alder was still with him.

He began to swim to the other side as best as he could with Alder on his back. Thankfully, the currents weren't strong, so he would have no problem swimming through it.

"Hey!" One guardsman yelled. "Get back here!"

Hawthorn didn't listen as he kept on swimming. Behind him, Alder's blood was mixed in the water, tainting it red. Hawthorn hurried his swimming upon seeing this.

Alder was losing more blood than he had realized. He needed to hurry.

"Someone get those two!"

"And swim in that? Are you nuts?!"

"You're a godsdamned guardsman! Why are you so afraid of blood?!"

As the guardsmen bickered amongst themselves, Hawthorn managed to reach the end, and he grabbed the dirt ledge of land. With as much strength as he could muster, he pulled himself and Alder up. Once his knees hit safe ground, he took a moment to take a few breaths. Surely, the guards wouldn't be able to--

Splash!

You've gotta be kidding me...

Hawthorn didn't even bother to turn to the noise; he was sure that the guardsmen were in hot pursuit now. He jumped to his feet before he continued to run. He was close. So close he could feel it. Once he reached The Fierce Forests' fort, he would be able to--

Searing pain hit his right arm, and he cried out in pain. Due to the exhaustion and the pain from his previous tortures, he fell to the ground. Blood began to slowly pool from his newly obtained wound. Dug deep into his skin was an arrow.

His vision began to fade, but he held on. He was so close. So damn close. Just a few more feet and--

He felt someone hold his body down on the forest floor, preventing him from getting back up. He saw multiple pairs of boots surround him, with their owners chuckling at their catch.

FUCK!

"Thought you could get away, eh?" One guardsman laughed, before Hawthorn could feel the weight lifted off of his back.

Alder! No!

He began to struggle as another guardsman picked him up from the ground, his hands holding his arms behind his back painfully. However, due to his strength being sapped from everything today, he could only struggle weakly.

He saw the guardsman who took Alder place him over his shoulder, and Hawthorn's heart ached.

He failed. Not only did he put himself and Alder in this entire thing, but now he ended up getting them caught. All he could do now was accept their fates, and hope that The Fierce Forests could save them before it was too late.

Alder... I'm so sorry...

The man holding Hawthorn held out a hand, readying a Sleep spell--

"NOW!"

A voice called out suddenly, and the man that held Hawthorn fell to the ground. Embedded in his left eye was an arrow, blood dripping down his face. Hawthorn also fell to the ground, and remained there.

The guardsman holding Alder also fell to the ground, dead. This time, by a Lightning spell that hit him squarely in the chest. Alder too fell to the ground beside the guardsman, still unconscious.

"Dammit!" One guardsman cried. "They're not alone--" Hawthorn heard gurgling noises before the guardsman could finish his sentence. Blood splashed on the forest floor in front of him.

He heard yells and screams, along with the clashing of swords and the crackling of magic around him. His vision began to blacken again, but he held on.

What's happening? Are we saved...?

The last thing he saw was a pair of brown boots stepping in front of Hawthorn before consciousness slipped away.

#my whump stories #caretaker #whumpee #whumpee x caretaker #escape #rescue #blood #injury #alder #hawthorn #alder x hawthorn #the fierce forests #minor character death #food mention #gore #eye gore #eye gore tw #eye gore cw

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