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sinnabum45 · 6 months ago

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Regrets and Apology

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[Image description: Black and white digital comic of Ace Attorney characters Phoenix Wright and Miles Edgeworth.

Page one: Phoenix is facing away from the viewer with a speech bubble: “I was angry that [red text] you didn’t even bother telling me [end red text], or anyone, that you were suffering so much…” A memory of a tired Miles looking to the side saying, “I’m tired, Wright. I feel as if… something inside of me has died.” Phoenix’s hand is holding Miles’ crumpled resignation letter. Phoenix: “But the truth was that [red text] you did. [end red text] You did tell me and [red text] I left you to deal with it alone. I even hurt you. [end red text] I just… Couldn’t take the fact that [red text] I could’ve helped you, but I didn’t. [end red text] Finding a reason to blame you was a lot easier than facing the fact that [red text] I couldn’t save you [end red text] from your past.” Phoenix is on the far left of the page with an angry expression. Pearl is holding onto his arm and looking back at Miles. She has a worried expression. Miles is on the far right of the page. He is holding his right arm with his left hand and looking down with a hurt expression. Page one end.

Page two: Present Phoenix is smiling sadly, facing away from the viewer at Miles. Phoenix: “haha Pretty pathetic, huh?” Miles reacts with an uncomfortable shift while looking at Phoenix. They look away from each other in silence. Miles, facing away from viewer: “You’re not pathetic, Wright.” Phoenix twitches with a guilty expression. A memory of Miles sitting at his desk with crumpled paper all over the desk. He is crying with a blank expression while holding a pen over a sheet of paper. Miles: “I was too deep in my own pain that [red text] I justified disregarding everyone and everything else… I was a coward and ran away without saying a word. [end red text] How can one not feel grief from such selfishness?” Page two end.

Page three: Miles, facing away from the viewer, looks down. Miles “… Wright, I’m sorry for running away. I’m sorry for abandoning everything I used to be… For abandoning you.” Phoenix is surprised. Phoenix then puts his hand on Miles’ shoulder and Miles looks up at him. Phoenix: “I’m sorry for abandoning you, too, Edgeworth… And I’m sorry for saying those horrible things to you.” Page three end.

Page four: Phoenix starts to lean closer to Miles with tears in his eyes. Miles’ expression stiffens. Phoenix: “ I… I don’t want to lose you again.” Phoenix is right in front of Miles’ face and a tear falls. Phoenix: “I’m glad you came back, Edgeworth.” Phoenix hugs Miles and they start crying. Phoenix: “ I missed you…” Page four end.

Page five: Doodles of different scenarios. Top left: Miles is holding Phoenix’s arm while looking away and blushing. Phoenix is shocked, but smiling. Miles: “W-Wright… Would you like to have dinner together?” Phoenix: “HUH?! Oh- um… Yeah!!” Top right: Miles is looking away and holding his right arm. He looks pained. Phoenix is looking at Miles with a worried expression. Miles’ thought: “How could I have done that? He must be so disappointed in me… It’d be better if I wasn’t here.” Phoenix’s thought: “Don’t be so hard on yourself. You’re stronger than you think, Edgeworth.” Bottom left: Phoenix is facing the viewer with a scared expression, sweating. Miles is glaring at Phoenix from behind with a menacing aura around him. Text: “Hyping himself up to talk to Phoenix [arrow pointing at Miles]” Bottom right: Phoenix is wearing his beanie with a stubble. He is talking on the phone with a smile on his face and his eyes are closed. Trucy is next to him happily yelling something. There is a split to where Miles is. Miles holding his book and smiling while talking to Phoenix on the phone. Box text “They’re not perfect, but they’re trying.” End description]

This is supposed to be a part 2 of the comic where Miles spirals. You don't have to read that one to understand this one, but I'll link it if you want to see it! (TW// suicide ideation, graphic depiction of suicide attempt) Link to the comic

Some of my opinions/thoughts below! I tried my best to make it make sense-- 🙇🏻‍♀️

There was supposed to be a whole scene where Miles calls Phoenix, they talk over the phone for a bit, and decide to meet up. I didn't know what they'd say and I didn't the energy, so I skipped to their conversation-- 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

Also, I was skimming through case 1-5 again and I noticed that Miles was actually very open and communicative about what he was feeling and going through. Even Phoenix (and everyone tbh) noticed how badly Miles was suffering. They saw it with their own eyes, too. I hear a lot of people in the fandom talk about how Miles doesn't communicate his feelings at all, so I was surprised to see that.

Although it doesn't excuse Miles hurting his friends, it made me understand more of why Miles probably felt alone and had to deal with his problems himself. It'd be hard to trust people/ask for help when they've either betrayed you in some of the worst ways possible, ignored you, minimized your feelings, or is a literal child. I love Lana, but imo she was probably one of the worst person at the time to be the one telling Miles to trust people. From Miles' POV she just betrayed and traumatized him, so I find it hard to think that Miles could listen to her about trust even if he wanted to.

Even with Phoenix. They're not close at this time and so far, no fault on Phoenix, Miles hasn't had many good experiences with Phoenix in adulthood. Yes, Phoenix solved DL-6, which Miles seems really grateful for, but he leaves Miles to deal with the aftermath alone. Of course, it's hard to know how to help someone suffering with trauma. (I really don't like the whole "saving" Miles from his trauma, cuz you can't just do that?? Like they both say that... 🤨) Regardless, Miles didn't really have anyone he felt like he could trust there. At least according to the games, Phoenix drops everything because Maya left. He didn't get in contact with Miles until case 1-5. Throughout the OG trilogy, Phoenix thinks a lot of things, but rarely says them out loud to comfort/reassure his friends. It's common for people to be uncomfortable with having to verbally comfort others so they choose to not say anything at all, but that will have its consequences, too.

I like to think that they did apologize to each other or something. Phoenix seems to put in more effort to verbally show his concern and comforts Miles. He even thought about "hugging it out" with Miles when he thought that Miles would need it. That scene was so cute 🥺

I get that realistically, a lot of people struggle with proper communication, but people have the ability to learn and grow, so I want to portray these characters with that in mind. They don't have to be perfect, but they don't have to be completely toxic either. I like it when characters like each other (romantically or platonically) and actually show it. Which I do notice that AA portrays a lot! I do think the characters could be a bit harsh to each other for no reason, too, but that's just me cuz I'm sensitive-- 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️ lol I haven't gotten into AJAA yet, but I did see some scenes. I love how Miles and Phoenix could just have random conversations now. They seem so much more comfortable with each other than the earlier games. I want to see more of how the all of the characters' relationships changed over time throughout the games! 😆🤲 (Might take forever cuz my brain is already bursting with just part of the 1st trilogy)

If you have read until here, thank you for your time! As always, I love seeing people's interpretations/thoughts, so that's why I want to share mine, too. If you want to share your thoughts on this post, feel free to do so! Just please be respectful 👍

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saintmeghanmarkle · 10 months ago

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William’s masterclass in playing the press and maintaining privacy

From u/canellelabelle on X @ canellelabelle Unarchived link

TL;DR

William got injunctions to stop press publishing the grainy pap photo of Catherine. They issued their own (photoshopped) image. (Catherine supported him by issuing the apology).

The press issued the Kill order to the photo so the press can’t publish it.

W&C own the copyright to the original and only photo.

70m+ people have seen it on Twitter

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The masculine Jawline and broad shoulders match the defiant and headstrong attitude indeed. Nature never makes a mistake📷 In the Past 24 hours the press finally went to Head with Prince William and it was a long time coming📷

Since his youth, William has evaded the press. With Catherine, they hoped they finally had the weak link; they now realised: Only Iron cuts Iron. Catherine is as headstrong, private and loyal as William is📷

So after 2 months of literally harrassing this man in articles and hate campaigns for a picture of HIS wife and getting nothing, the paparazzis supported by the World press, decided to invade the couple's privacy and capture some intrusive shots.

The World press wanted to publish them but Prince William, via palace lawyers, exerted tremendous pressure on the british press, AP, Reuters, Getty and AFP, to NOT publish the illegal pictures📷 That was a massive win for William that annoyed them to no end. Thus, they expected something Big in return..like the rights to Catherine first picture📷

To their dismay, the Wales pulled another historic blinder: Not only did they not get advance notice of the picture, but Prince William himself took the picture of his family, in the intimacy of their Windsor home, and Catherine edited it and posted it with her personal message for mother's day📷

That was a massive play; The press was robbed of their oportunity to make huge money by having rights to the picture and Now the picture was getting huge exposure on the Wales pages without any need for the world press. They got played on BOTH hands📷

So the World press decided to teach William a lesson and decided to retaliate with all their might, issuing a discrediting "Kill notice". They DEMANDED that not only the picture be pulled from their publishing papers but that the Wales DELETE THEIR OWN FAMILY picture from THEIR OWN SOCIAL MEDIA over THEIR OWN EDITING. They even put a community notes on X and restrictions on instagram against the picture📷📷📷

This crucial moment in the history of publishing house is where William officially BROKE the world press📷 The Fact that they were so livid at his continued evasion despite, their very public bullying tactics, that they had to out their own game is a Win📷 We witnessed the world press band together over "editing" issues, to bully a Man into serving his own wife on a silver platter for their consumption because she makes them big money📷

What happened next is another lesson in evasion tactics: Catherine once again took to X clarifying that she made the edits to their picture and politely apologising for the confusion while wishing everyone a good Mother's day as she had. One would think, "oh she caved". Not quite📷she pulled another blinder. Catherine is not asleep, she is fiercely backing William📷 The Press did not want an explanation, They WANTED W&C to hand them the Original of the picture so they would finally publish it and make money of it📷 William and Catherine said "Meh"📷

The same Picture with the same edits, William's now iconic picture of his wife and family, is the ONLY clear picture of Catherine. It is STILL UP, the community note and restrictions have been removed. It is Now the ONLY source of the picture. No one made money off It. The pic has now over 72 million views in 24 hours on X📷

So All in All, who pulled the blinder and came out victorious?📷 Prince William is still in control of his Wife's privacy as the world still doesnt know anything about Catherine's diagnosis or what is truly going on; The press is still mad and was still burned on both ends: No pap pictures published and no first pics of Catherine published📷

THESE are the defiant actions and the defiant face of the son who has learned from his mother's mistakes; from witnessing her trials with the press to losing her in a paparazzi car chase and swore to himself: 'Never Again'📷

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velvetures · 1 year ago

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Helluuuu!! I saw your post about sending requests and mine is actually a really simple one cause I don't have a creative but I just though about a ghost hurt/comfort story

Little Secrets

A/N: So this is very self-indulgent... I hope you don't mind. I think there are quite a few people who struggle with taking meds for depression/anxiety or feel guilty for it. Me included. Hopefully, this helps everyone feel valid, seen, and supported. Summary: Task Force 141 is where you belong. But it doesn't make the work easy by any means. You finally get the help you need and try hiding it. Ghost notices and is the one who sets you straight. T/W: depression/anxiety themes, medication, guilt, insecurity of reader, fem reader, and I'm sure I've missed something, so let me know.

photo by: pedropcl

You couldn't keep fighting it for any longer.

Staring down at the two orange bottles of pills in your hands and the directions packets in the other, you felt like you'd failed despite the psychiatrist you'd spoken to reassure you that this was certainly not a failure. Your brain kept refuting that this was a step in the right direction. Working as a professional and legal murderer should've meant you had no feelings. No failures of regulating your emotions or having such miserable trouble falling asleep at night. That nice woman who'd put the prescription in for you said it would take two to three weeks to see a difference. It felt like no time, yet an eternity all at once. Relief felt so far away, but insignificant compared to other people you often compared your personal struggles with.

You weren't homeless, you could eat without worrying, you had clothes and shoes all of the time, and never needed to wonder if you would have enough money to take care of your responsibilities. Education hadn't been a problem, you were well-respected despite being a woman in such a male-dominated field and kept up with your work extremely well. At least, when your brain decided to deny that you had the ability to do anything. Or... repeatedly try to convince you that nothing you did was worth a damn or actually made you useful. Vicious cycles of fighting with your own brain, knowing that you shouldn't feel or think this way but have no strength or way of stopping. None of the "hacks," meditations, or affirmation bullshit touched that panicky feeling you had mere minutes after laying down at night.

The pills shaking around in your hands were your last resort. And they made you feel so fucking embarrassed as you tucked them in your pockets before entering back into HQ. Praying to god that none of the 141 would see you with them or hear that slight sound of them rattling in their bottles. By grace or luck, you were able to avoid all of them and got back to your quarters to stash them under your bed in a small ammo box repurposed for some personal belongings. The directions you'd thrown away on your drive back, just taking a picture of them for reference and ditching the paper copies so you wouldn't have to keep track of those.

"This better fucking help," You breathe out heavily to yourself.

Staring up at the ceiling and almost dreading having to take one tonight before bed and the other when you wake up the next morning. Daily reminders of how you couldn't be hard and cold like the others. Cool and collected like Gaz, confident like Soap, unaffected like Ghost, or just so very reliable like Price. It made you feel like the weak link needing support. You'd never needed it before, and within two years you'd suddenly realized that your own mind was winning in a fight you'd never even been aware of fighting in the first place.

Keeping all of them in the dark about this would be safest. If they didn't need to question your stability, then it wouldn't feel like such pressure to perform. And hopefully, after a few weeks, things might start to shift a little. Maybe enough to where you could begin sorting out the other problems without the image of a cluttered attic representing the state of your head. Taking care to not raise the alert of the 141 wouldn't be easy. Always noticing everything out of sheer training and sharpened instincts. Having no other good ideas... You just settled on doing everything you could to keep your little secrets under wraps.

In the following couple of days, you’d become adjusted to the routine of taking your medications on the surface level. While the one tasked with easing you anxiety and depression wasn’t going to take effect for quite a while longer the other -a sleeping aid- was definitely making a significant impact. You were able to actually fall asleep and stay that way, problem was, with a couple missions impending in the near future, you were getting concerned that if you took them when you were supposed to -on a schedule- that staying awake would be next to impossible. And if you didn’t take them at all… you didn’t want to deal with the consequences of breaking a much more healthy habit.

And the reason you were so worried about the missions was because of a reoccurring problem that the 141 began finding you falling victim to. Thankfully you were all on leave, making it a lot more acceptable, but they still began walking into different rooms around HQ to see you sleeping soundly. No matter the noise level, temperature in the room, or the space you’d fit yourself into. And no one was quite as intrigued with your sudden change in behavior was the Lieutenant.

Ghost liked things to have order, and often used regiment or habit as a very small form of comfort when he felt that his physical situation was one that could be trusted. And while the others just thought you’d found a new safety in HQ and enjoyed sleeping somewhere safe, Ghost could see that something much different was happening. Your sleeping wasn’t a new habit.

It appeared far too quickly, and you oftentimes didn’t look like you had much control over it. There had already been three times where he’d watched you fall asleep on one of the guys late in the evening without as much as a single attempt to fight the drowsiness. While Ghost didn’t like to think that he cared that much about you, he found himself paying even closer attention to you than he had before.

“There she goes…” Soap chuckled quietly, pointing to you on the couch; head laying in Captain Price’s lap, eyes closed and sleeping deeply with your arms tucked against your chest and lying on your side.

Price had a loving hand on your head, and had been idly petting your hair much like a father would despite being hardly of age to act it. Yet, Ghost felt that Price’s warmth towards you wasn’t the entire reason you had yet again fallen asleep before 11 o’clock. Purposefully he’d been keeping count, and this was the fifth time in a week. More than enough to raise alarm with the others… but he was still waiting silently for someone else to bring it up.

Price chuckled, glancing down at you. “I carried her to bed last time,” His pointed look at each of them was more than enough to guess what he was about to say. “Someone else needs to, otherwise you’ll be voluntold.”

Ghost internally groaned. Not only was that kind of behavior what made people soft, but it also made seeing through the mask of affection far more difficult. But before Soap or Gaz took initiative, the Lieutenant was up on his feet and approaching Price with every intention of being the one to take you back to your quarters. Looks got thrown around the room, and Ghost wasn’t stupid enough to not notice. It was the first time he’d gotten this involved, and there was certainly a spectacle of him picking you up carefully enough to not wake you.

Even though he was quite certain it would take a lot more to get you up than that.

Your door opened up into warm, glowing light from a little lamp you’d left switched on. He catches sight of your quilt on the bed and the little rug that made the polished concrete floors look so much less like the jail cell his own quarters resembled. The whole room smelled like you too. Sweet, and a lot like cinnamon rolls. Probably some type of candle or other smelly thing that you had thought was worth spending money on. Plenty more reasons added to the list of what separates the two of you. Debating your differences or the reason you preferred your quarters smelling like a bakery wasn’t his purpose for bringing you back to your room.

But even with laying you down on your bed and pulling the sheet and blankets over you, Ghost wasn’t seeing any of the possible signs that could lead him to better understand what was going on with you. Nothing is out of place though. Your room is pretty much spotless save for a sleep outfit you’d laid out for tonight, but wouldn’t have the chance to get changed into. And right about the time Ghost decided he’d been looking into your business too much, he bumped into your nightstand.

It knocked something off into the floor, bouncing under the bed and clattering a bit.

Ghost sighed, eyes rolling up towards the ceiling and having quite the frustrating experience of dealing with the sudden responsibility of making sure you were cared for. And that meant picking up whatever shit he’d been too busy watching you, to not knock somewhere under the bed he’d have to fish around and find. So he knelt down and pulled his phone from his pocket and used the flash to spot a tube of chapstick near the bed frame foot.

That, and an ammo box with your initials spray-painted onto the side of it.

Compared to everything else, it didn’t look like it fit amongst the rest of your things. And damn if Ghost didn’t have a sudden gut feeling that it was the reason you’d been sleeping so much. Why you’d been so out of character; Setting his teeth on edge. Reaching out… Ghost grabbed the lip balm and got back to his feet and sit it down on the nightstand where it couldn’t be as easily disturbed again.

“G’night kid.” His whispers fell on your unconscious ears as your Lieutenant dismissed himself from your room and back down to his own space.

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You woke up in your bed after falling asleep somewhere unintentionally, for the who-knows-which time. Just like before, left in whatever clothes you’d been wearing and all of your blankets tucked up tightly around you. It left a lingering sense of disappointment in yourself. A little pinch of sadness rested like a rock in your stomach. You couldn’t really remember falling asleep to begin with. If you ended up keeping this little habit going, there’d be no doubt you would risk everyone on a mission falling asleep at the drop of a hat.

All because of this damn medicine.

One that you needed to grab from under your bed, and sneak into the kitchen so that you could have some water and food. You'd seen one of the tens of sites -during your research of your pills- that it would help digest it better... whether it actually worked or not wasn't something you could tell. But either way, a doctor had said it, and plenty of people taking it agreed. So you grabbed the pill, shoved it in your pocket, and went out into the kitchen to find a glass.

The floors felt cold even with socks on. And while a steady rain poured from the sky, you were more heated with concern that someone would notice you. Notice your sleeping issues, the way you crawled around in the morning for the first couple hours before the pills began working, or the shady way you hid your face in the refrigerator while swallowing down your medication. Surely the stuff had to be working since you'd not been struggling to get your work done throughout the day. But maybe that was the hard part. Taking pills to fix your head, but needing your brain to recognize whether or not you felt better.

"Oh god help me..." You mutter quietly, searching past Soap's energy drinks and Gaz's revolting jug of green juice to find something you could make for breakfast.

A cabinet door shutting behind you nearly stopped your heart. Seeing Ghost's dark eyes evaluating your reaction didn't make your heart rate drop back to normal either. In his typical day-off wear, a pair of well-worn jeans hung low on his hips and an old SAS t-shirt you'd seen him wear countless times stretched tightly over his chest and shoulders. No doubt he'd been up since four. Quite certain he never actually slept, you wondered momentarily if he could benefit from the sleeping tabs you took. But quickly that got covered in anxiety when his eyebrows furrowed at your expression.

"Nothin' to eat?" He asked with a smooth voice, nodding to the refrigerator door you still held open dumbly.

"N-no... just a bunch of shit drinks." You reply, letting the door shut and noticing that he's got a brown bag with grease spots at the bottom corners. He just nods, looking off into the empty common room. Like he's trying to think of the right way to talk shit about both Gaz and Soap's bad choices in hydration.

"Sit. I've got enough to share." He jerks his head to the other side of the counter, turning that wide back to face you, leaving no room for argument.

You're swallowing down a thick bite of a bagel with god-knows-what in British style as Ghost brews tea. Silently making you a cup as well and standing stiffly with both milk and sugar on the table with the expectancy that you tell him how you like it. Not really unusual behavior from him... typically you get along just fine. But it's the fact that he watches so heavily.

"Just sugar, please." You say through a mouthful, covering your mouth with your hand.

He nods, but then starts putting the sugar in, mentioning something about fucking Americans before sliding the mug closer to you with a couple of fingers. Those damned eyes are just as observant as ever when you crumple up the finished sandwich before he even steeps his own drink. It made you nervous. Wondering if those pills were helping with your appetite too. The psychiatrist said it could; Something about feeling less stressed can give your body more opportunities to worry about being hungry. It was one of those facts on the medication packet you'd taken pictures of.

"Plans for today, L.t.?" You ask, sipping the tea, eyes grazing over the cup rim as you stare at the back of his head.

Mask rucked up high enough to eat and drink freely he nods his head. Leaning his lower back against the edge of the kitchen counter

and resting one hand back.

“Yeah, you?”

You shake your head uselessly, “No. Maybe some laundry, but I’m not really even due. Wouldn’t be worth the water in the machine.”

He hums lowly, taking a drink of his tea. You can hear his swallow and a steady exhale of air that follows. Whether it’s him cooling off the steaming cup or just breathing, you cant tell. But it’s so steady that you actually mimic the tempo of it. Feeling the way it expands and contracts your lungs smoothly. Almost settling. Much like L.t. himself in that way. Terrifying until you see just how easily you can be around him. He’s always quiet and composed, even when there’s plenty of reasons not to be. You wished it was something you could do too. Maybe it would help the task force if you didn’t have to spend your energy keeping yourself at an unnoticeable level of consistent panic.

“Know anythin’ about cars?”

“No,” You’re quick to add on. “But I can learn fast.”

You watch the way the back of his mask slides down further and how his head tilts from side to side to settle it comfortably. Seeing the rest of the tea get dumped into the sink and his own sandwich bag get crumpled up. He’s silent as he washes the cups used and methodically cleans up after the pair of you. Even reaching across the counter to swipe a couple of crumbs off your t-shirt with a subtle nod to his own satisfaction.

“I like to hear it,” His hand palmed at the back of your neck. Gently tugging you off the barstool, and grabbing your jacket to toss it to you. “You’re comin’ with me then.”

Learning about cars actually became quite easy… when Ghost was teaching.

He explained the parts clearly, what his goal was, and didn’t get pissed when you handed him the wrong size socket wrench on the first try. On the other end, you’d only been working next to him -well, sitting on the wheel well- for a couple of hours when you started getting tired again. Almost helpless to your own frustration, you yawned. Fighting the sleepy feeling valiantly, and taking as detailed of mental notes as possible while watching Ghost’s greased knuckles tighten a bracket holding his master cylinder in place. Surely it was a cosmic joke. L.t. was fixing his brakes, and it felt like someone had stomped on yours.

“Hand me that,” He muttered, head stuck down in a gap between his engine block and alternator, still effortlessly pointing at a pair of channellocks. “And get in for me.”

You did as he asked, yawning one more time. Trying to blame your sudden exhaustion on the rain pelting the metal roof above you. Sliding into the back of the car and kicking off your boots to let them rest on the concrete floor outside of it. Attempting to be polite by not getting any dirty spots on the mats of the -very original- DB4 GT Aston he’d given you trust to even sit in. The leather seats help you glide into the driver’s seat, giving you a very slim look at Ghost through the gap in the hood.

“What exactly am I doing in here?” You ask, loud enough so that he can hear you.

It prompts his head to pop up from inside the engine bay, giving you those same, observant eyes from earlier. He looks back down, reaches in and taps on something harshly, then looks back to you.

“Roll it over.”

The car starts effortlessly. Practically purring under you, and echoing in the metal hangar making it sound all the more ruggedly beautiful. The whole car hums, and as you watch Ghost go back to focusing on something in front of him, you feel the heat come through the dash. It’s a perfect storm that lulls you even closer to sleep. A dangerous thing, considering the one man who could figure out what was wrong with you was the only one close enough to see. Hell, you weren’t even sure he didn’t already have it figured out, and wasn’t planning some way to tell Price about it and have you removed from the task force.

Unfit for duty.

You could just picture it now. Red pen in Price’s handwriting detailing your medications and how it was grounds from honorable discharge. Perfectly common in the military, but it felt like death in your hazy mind.

Not that you could fight it for much longer.

Because by the time the Lieutenant had finished his little bit of work, he came into sight of you, slumped over in his driver’s seat with you lips parted and your arms wrapped around yourself. Nothing short of a pretty sight for sore eyes. His car had damn near rocked you sleep, and for once, Ghost felt his heart couldn’t take the feeling of waking you up. He’d watched you all morning. Gauging your reactions, your lack of conversation, and the way you tried to keep from showing him any sign of being tired. Initially he wanted to be angry. Mad that you were hiding something from the team… from him. But seeing you sleeping there, he knew there was a fight in your head. A fight he knew well. So he left you there to sleep.

Turning off the engine to keep from filling the garage with exhaust, but pulling up one of the small space heaters close to the open door to keep you from getting cold while he worked. Making small adjustments, looking over future jobs, and even entertaining the thought of adjusting you over in the seat a little bit so that he could drive-test his handiwork. But that didn’t come, because Soap arrived with a grin on his face and no idea that you were sleeping.

Until Ghost told him to lower his goddamn voice.

“Sleepin’ again bonnie?” Soap chuckled to himself, looking at you before back to Ghost. “How long’s she been out?”

Ghost shrugged, “Few hours.” Really he hadn’t been watching the clock; far too comfortable to concern himself with it.

“I know you’ve been tryin’ to figure it out,” He started back, resting his hands on the hood. “Why she’s doin’ this so much. Have ya’?”

Ghost shook his head. “No. Not yet, but I’m not concerned.”

Johnny laughed softly, slapping Ghost on the back and beginning to walk away. “I never took you for the type to be worried, L.t.. But since you’re so reassurin’ I’ll take it t’heart.”

Any way Ghost came at that statement, he felt himself on the end of a losing battle. Maddening. Losing a fight wasn’t in his nature. Even if that meant he had to take some of the most fucked up torture to reach it. But what bothered him more than Soap knowing he was concerned about you was the knowing you weren’t okay.

Days out in the field were bad enough. But when they got worse, you were always there. And maybe you didn’t feel much better than he did, yet you always held softness. For everyone. For him. A kind of understanding and acceptance that wasn’t required, or exactly approved of in this line of work. You could keep a secret better than anyone he knew, and while he didn’t burden you with a single one of his, there was always the foreign comfort in being able to come with them if he wanted to. Hiding your own feelings wasn’t right though.

Selfish maybe. Thinking it was okay to linger in his own issues and still demand you give him yours.

But hiding behind his rank and position over you meant he could make that kind of decision without any questioning. A type of don’t fucking ask why that saved him face when carrying you from his car back to your room after you still hadn’t woken up nearly seven hours after passing out in his car. Shouldering open the door just like the night before, he expected to see nothing out of place. The same lip balm on the side table, the same rug, and maybe a different night shirt since you’d mentioned doing laundry. But there was something out of place. And damn if it didn’t make his gut twist up in a ugly kind of feeling. One he’d not felt in years, but certainly recognized as soon as he spotted the orange pill bottle sitting on your bed.

It made sense.

The sleeping. The different behavior. The reason you’d practically swallowed a whole fucking sandwich for breakfast when a cup of tea would typically be all you stomached until afternoon. And thank god… you were finally starting to look a bit fuller. Getting prettier every day, and he finally had something to place the blame on. All hesitations about you being able to handle the upcoming missions faded once he got a good look at the bottle. A medication, funnily enough, that Ghost was well-acquainted with. It wasn’t part of his own personal line-up in his medicine cabinet, but it was one he’d taken for a while.

You’d been in need of some help, and luckily for you, it hadn’t been nearly as hard for you to get help as it had been for him. Actually asking for what you needed -and while frustrating- decided to try and manage it without anyone else’s knowledge. Ghost couldn’t think of a better scenario. Realizing that the only thing he needed to know about was your side effects, and how to best manage them alongside you. Thank fuck you weren’t sick… well… sick in a way that someone couldn’t help you with. A way that he couldn’t help.

So, he sit down in on the floor in your room and waited.

Your wake-up call came in the form of sleepy eyes opening to see the massive silhouette of Ghost sitting in your floor. Dark eyes much softer than you’d expected, and a much more concerning sight of your pill bottle resting in his massive hand. A sight that sat you up ramrod straight in your bed, gasping softly and staring at him with wide eyes.

“Don’t tell Price.” You sputter, rushing to get the words out of your mouth. Terrified that he’s going to get up and run out the door. Just sitting long enough to let you get a good look at his plan before exposing you to the Captain as some sick kind of satisfaction.

His eyes narrow a little, “Don’t tell Price?” His voice sounds hoarse. “Don’t tell Price?”

It sounds that much more broken and gritty when he repeats it. Standing up to meet you a bit more level, fisting the pills in his hand, and lightly making them shake. He can’t understand your fear. Completely blind to the fact that -much like him- you’re fearful of being shamed. Misunderstood for it. Or worse. Ghost can’t recognize why you’re looking at him as if he’s going to be the reason your life ends. When in all reality, you don’t see how he’s trying to figure out why you didn’t feel safe coming to him.

“You’ve been takin’ these… fallin’ asleep on everyone, and-and struggling for who knows how the fuck long…” It’s hard for Ghost to keep his tone even, thinking about it. “Why didn’t you tell me. you should’ve told me. Said something. Anything.”

Caving in on itself, your chest burns. Eyes locked on his and scanning every confusing moment of emotion and each shift as it comes and goes.

“You wouldn’t…”

Ghost takes a fast step closer, “I wouldn’t what?” His hand drops the pills on the bed and quickly grabs your face, soft fingers pressing into your jaw. “I wouldn’t get it? I wouldn’t do what you needed me to? Wouldn’t let you sleep on me?”

Your lips open in surprise at the softness in him. All of him. The gentleness of his fingers, how his eyes lay silkily on you. Even his voice, falling so softly despite it’s rough tone and deep sound, feels like he’s terrified of you being scared away from him. Like that gentle hold on your face is all he can manage, and he’d rather do anything other than let you pull away from it.

“You have to know…” he starts weakly. “You have to know that - that I would do… anything you needed me to. Anything to make this easier for you. Even somethin’ small, I’d do it for you, honey.”

reblogs & comments are appreciated 🤎

#simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #cod #cod mwii #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #velvetures writes #velvetures #anon <3 #velvetures answers #anon answered #anon ask

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incisors-galore · 1 year ago

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Easy Paper and Tape Stencil Tutorial

made one for reddit so I might as well post it here as well

Materials

writing utensil (pen, pencil, marker, etc)

paper (i usually use plain printer paper but most other scrap paper works fine as well, just be aware that thicker paper makes it harder to trace existing designs/logos)

clear packing tape

scissors and/or exacto knife (those little scissors you can get in cheap nail care kits work great

Optional Materials: Device w/ screen of your choice, printer

Step 1:

Draw out your design, trace from device, or print out design

(in example image I am tracing from a screen)

r/AnarchoStencilism (Deviantart link if you prefer) is great for free stencil designs

Step 2:

Cover both sides (front and back) of the design in packing tape

Step 3:

Cut it out

Step 4:

Use your exacto knife/scissors to cut out the design

Step 4:

Apply to whatever you want!

Happy DIYing!

#kahvi draws #patches #stencil #diy stencils #diy tutorial #punk diy tutorial #stencil tutorial #punk diy #folk punk #diy patches #pat the bunny

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the-bus-called-graveyard-8 · 4 months ago

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can you show your entire madagascar collection?? sorry if you already showed it 😭

Sorry to sit on this ask for so long anon!! But I've finally sat down and photographed everything I've got! Turns out, there was a lot. So without further ado:

Long, picture-heavy post ahead. Image descriptions in the post body. Click for better image quality.

DVDs & DVD extras

Madagascar 1-3 + Penguins of Madagascar

Merry Madagascar, Party with the Penguins, and Madly Madagascar

The Penguins of Madagascar, Operation: DVD Premiere, New to the Zoo, Happy King Julien Day, Operation: Get Ducky, Operation: Blowhole, and Operation: Special Delivery

Operation: Video Fun (cereal box prize! It has two episodes on it, off the top of my head I want to say they were "What Goes Around" and "Snakehead!") and Operation: Search and Rescue (redbox ebay buy, I think it has six or eight season two episodes)

Marty's Rainbow Wig (Mada3 bonus)

2 Poppin' Penguins wind up toys (PoM Blu-ray bonus)

Video Games

Mada1 for GameCube, Mada2, Mada3, PoM and Madagascar Kartz for Wii, TPoM, TPoM: Dr. Blowhole Returns Again and Madagascar Kartz for NintendoDS, and Operation: Penguin for GameBoy Advance

Literature

Mada 1-3 + PoM movie novelizations

Madagascar: It's A Zoo In Here!, Madagascar Little Golden Book, Meet the Penguins!, Fish Happens: Words of Wisdom from the Penguins

Mada2, Mada3, PoM Concept Art books

Two Feet High and Rising, Skipper's Log, Elite Strike Force, King Julien's Guide to Ruling the Zoo, Banana-palooza

Learn to Draw Madagascar, two Penguins of Madagascar sticker and activity books

Mada2, Mada3, and four TPoM coloring books

DreamWorks My Busy Book (also features Shrek and Kung Fu Panda

Comic Books

Operation: Wonder from Down Under parts 1 &2, Operation: Weakest Link, TPoM Comics issues 1&2

DreamWorks Madagascar issues 1-4 + Madagascar 3: Long Live the King

Five Penguins of Madagascar comics + 1 book compilation When in Rome...

Misc. Paper Stuffs

Penguins birthday card

Three issues of Nick Mag featuring Madagascar, a few cut-outs from other issues, and a one-page ad for DirecTV featuring Mada3

Mada3 2013 calendar, Madagascar Magic Pen book, two paper Skipper figurines

three boxes of Valentines (two Mada3, one PoM)

two boxes of Mada themed cereal and two boxes of Mada themed fruit snacks

PoM puffy 3D stickers, Madagascar The Musical button set (featuring Alex, Marty, the Penguins and King Julien)

Toys and Collectibles

Skipper Happy Feet plush, King Julien Tsum Tsum plush, mini Skipper plush w/mini Meet the Penguin book (I also have a King Julien plush that is packed away somewhere I didn't feel like digging out)

TPoM Return to the Habitat board game, TPoM Clementoni Impossible Puzzle, TPoM Kidz Cards (I got shorted buying this; it was supposed to have Go Fish as well but I only got Crazy 8s), TPoM Uno

Five Madagascar figurines of Alex, Marty, King Julien, Gloria and Melman

Ten various Mada McDonald's toys

Cake toppers and rings that the baker at the local grocery store gave to me

My birthday cake from 2016, PoM themed of course (I still have the toppers, the cake is obviously gone lol)

Skipper, Kowalski, Rico and Private Funko Pops

Super Spy Penguins Hallmark Keepsake ornament

Apparel

Disguise Master baby Penguins shirt (Zazzle.com, no longer available), I Like to Move It Move It King Julien shirt (ebay), caroling Penguins shirt (Zazzle.com, I think this one is still available)

two TPoM kids backpacks, King Julien Loungfly bag

Miscellaneous

Penguins kids drink cup, TPoM Activity Coloring Roll

PoM ice cube molds

Skipper shaped flash drive, PoM keychain

TPoM inflatable punching bag

TPoM kite (I think I still have the actual kite, if my mom didn't get rid of it without telling me, but it's unfortunately broken)

TPoM decal sticker I made in Web Design class in high school and never stuck to anything

TPoM Hot Wheels car

PoM movie poster (torn and wrinkled and stained from mounting putty because I never put it in a frame lol)

And I think that's everything! I'd love to someday have enough space to actually put all this stuff out on display. We're moving next year so maybe 👀

Things I'd like to get someday

the last three TPoM DVDs I'm missing

Mada soundtrack CDs

Mada1 on VHS tape (just for funsies)

the comic books I'm missing (several)

Madagascar Sorry! board game

an autograph from Tom McGrath

#mada merch #grvyd8.pics #grvyd8.inbox

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genericpuff · 2 years ago

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words cannot express how hilarious this was to dissect in the newest FP episode-

and I'm not talking about the Hera thing, or the embargo thing (trying to be vague so I don't overly spoil people lmao) I'm talking about THIS specifically:

This is a very real panel that showed up in this week's episode of LO. Right smack dab in the middle of the comic as the word "Xenia" was spoken. Not at the bottom of the episode, not in the author's comment or in the comment section itself, nah, it was put directly into the comic like an author's note shoved into a shitty Wattpad novel/fanfiction.net AU. And no specific URL either, it's just "princeton.edu" which you probably can guess just takes you to the general Princeton University page and not to the specific article Rachel's getting this "research" from.

But it gets better.

Because if you google "Xenia greek mythology" you get THIS-

Word. For fucking. Word. Even the typo error that's missing a space between the : and Zeus' name. And the URL that's sourced? "princeton.edu" with the slug being abbreviated. This is where Rachel got her source.

BUT IT GETS BETTER.

Because if you actually CLICK the article link (which I doubt Rachel even did), you get THIS:

Oh boy. There is so much to dissect about this. First of all, for anyone who might be confused, this isn't an academic paper or anything of the sorts, it is a reading guide for Princeton University students... from 2004. And hot damn, does it ever LOOK like it's from 2004 because this website looks like something I would have used in my middle school computer classes. It's unstable (literally "Not stable" in its network protection), has broken image links, BUT IT GETS EVEN BETTER-

BECAUSE ON THE HOME PAGE, IT INFORMS STUDENTS THAT THE SYLLABUS "HAS BEEN UPDATED" AND "OTHER LINKS ARE LESS RELIABLE."

THIS IS A READING GUIDE

MEANT FOR STUDENTS STUDYING IN A SINGLE SEMESTER FROM NEARLY 2 DECADES AGO

THAT HASN'T BEEN UPDATED OR UPKEPT

AND EVEN ITS OWN PROFS ARE DISCREDITING IT AS A REPUTABLE SOURCE BECAUSE OF HOW OLD IT IS

AND THIS IS THE SOURCE RACHEL - A 'SELF-PROCLAIMED FOLKLORIST' - PUT INTO HER #1 BESTSELLING WEBTOON ABOUT GREEK MYTHOLOGY, LITERALLY COPY PASTED WORD FOR WORD WITHOUT ANY SHRED OF DEEPER RESEARCH BEYOND THE FIRST 3 RESULTS OF GOOGLE.

I'M FUCKING CRYING LOL IF THIS IS THE EXTENT OF HER 'RESEARCH' NO SHIT SHE WAS DOOMED FROM THE START 🤣 I HAVE SEEN BETTER AND MORE RELEVANT RESEARCH DONE AND SOURCED ABOUT MY O W N CULTURE AND MYTHOLOGY WHICH BARELY HAS A PULSE BECAUSE OF COLONIZATION.

#lore olympus critical #lo critical #anti lore olympus #i'm fucking wheezing #just when i thought i could give rachel a break because for a second i felt like i was being too hard on her #she goes and does THIS #thank you rachel #thank you for reminding me i'm not a bad person for hyperanalyzing your bullshit #this is such a scam #lore olympus spoilers

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beauregardlionett · 4 months ago

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a pleasure to have in class (the art of perception) - ch.1

AO3 Link

Strangely enough, the Forensic Art History lecture at the Beijing Police Academy was not restricted solely to those aiming to be sketch artists. It was made clear in the course description that actually producing art pieces was included in the curriculum, but that fact seemed to deter only a few people.

Yang Jing dropped her bag to the floor as she sat in the seat next to her friend and classmate Huang Yi. The lecture was populated enough that they were not in a traditional classroom, instead filing into an amphitheater type auditorium staring down at a low rising stage. There were various classical paintings scattered around the stage and a podium stood proudly front and center. Standing behind it, shuffling through a stack of papers, was an unassuming man.

“Is that our professor?” Yang Jing whispered, leaning over to Huang Yi. He glanced up from where he was already scribbling in his notebook. Huang Yi looked first at her, then down at the stage.

“I guess so. He doesn’t look much like a police officer, though. I heard our professor doesn’t do much field work.”

Yang Jing made a face, leaning away from Huang Yi.

“How are we supposed to learn from someone who doesn’t work in the field?” she whispered fiercely.

The seat beside Yang Jing rattled as someone sat down quickly, stealing her attention. She was met with the frazzled appearance of Zhang Xinning.

“I didn’t miss anything, right?” Zhang Xinning asked, breathless as she dug out her notebook. “My bus was late today.”

Yang Jing reached over to fondly smooth down her friend’s messy fly away hairs, shaking her head. “Lecture hasn’t started yet, you’re fine.”

“Hello everyone,” the instructor said, soft voice amplified by the microphone clipped to his shirt collar. “Welcome to class. My name is Shen Yi and I’ll be conducting this course for the semester. Let’s get started, shall we?”

Yang Jing listened apathetically as Shen-laoshi worked quickly through the syllabus, answering questions that various students had about course requirements, and detailing his contact information and office hours.

Twenty minutes into the hour-long lecture, Shen-laoshi turned away from the podium and walked to one side of the stage. He hefted a large canvas off the floor and walked back to the center of the stage where an empty easel had been sitting behind him. Propping the canvas carefully on the easel, Shen-laoshi stepped aside and smiled serenely at his students.

“Does anyone know what this piece is called?”

Huang Yi raised his hand, Shen-laoshi’s gaze flicking to him immediately, nodding for Huang Yi to speak.

“The Garden of Earthly Delights,” Huang Yi said confidently, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose.

Shen-laoshi nodded, smiling a little brighter. He scooped up the pile of papers off his podium and stepped off the stage, handing them to a student in the front row. “Correct. This piece is originally a triptych by Hieronymus Bosch, but it’s been condensed to one canvas here. I’m passing out a printed version of this piece for you all to examine.”

Once the papers had been passed throughout the students, Shen-laoshi leaned his hands on the podium and stared out at his class.

“What do you think this piece is about? What do you notice?”

Shen-laoshi stood patiently at his podium, observing the class as they poured over the image before them. Yang Jing stared down at the strange, vibrant piece on her desk panel, glancing sideways at Zhang Xinning who was tracing her finger over the paper to better observe the details.

After a few minutes of silence, a student on the other side of the auditorium raised their hand. “Shen-laoshi, it’s a very…strange piece. The right side is so much darker than the rest of the painting. It doesn’t match the other two panels at all.”

Shen-laoshi turned to them, moving away from the podium to get closer to the speaking student. “How so?”

“W-Well,” the student stood as they spoke, clutching their print out between their hands. “The other two panels are very vibrant, so the one on the right stands out. The people there look miserable, too.”

Shen-laoshi nodded, his serene smile still in place as he turned to gaze out over the rest of the class. Zhang Xinning raised her hand, standing as soon as Shen-laoshi looked her way.

“There is a recurring theme in the middle panel, Shen-laoshi,” she said confidently. “There are red fruits throughout that section, probably to reference the apple from the Bible.”

Shen-laoshi nodded again as Zhang Xinning sat back down. His gaze scanned over the class at large for another moment before he turned and walked back to the podium.

“This piece is meant to trick your eye. The three panels seem unrelated in several ways, and yet they are connected for a reason. Bosch’s overwhelming use of detail draws the viewer in and distracts from the thread interconnecting the panels. That thread is sin.”

Surprised murmuring broke out among the students, several leaning over to whisper to classmates as they all looked down at their copy of the painting once more. Yang Jing stared at her copy, baffled. She was half convinced Shen-laoshi was testing them, seeing who was brave enough to call out his clear misinterpretation of the painting.

A boy in the row in front of her was the first to speak up, raising his hand as he did.

“Shen-laoshi, what do you mean sin connects all the panels? Two of them don’t appear that way at all!”

Shen-laoshi turned his still serene smile their way, tucking his hands into his pockets as he moved away from the podium again.

“Please explain your thoughts,” he prompted the student. The boy in front of Yang Jing hesitated before standing.

“The two brighter panels don’t appear sinful, the people in the center are joyful and seem to be painted in paradise. The left panel is painted the same way, and they aren’t doing anything that appears sinful since they’re just sitting there. The right panel is the only one that looks bleak and awful, so how could the whole triptych be connected by the theme of sin?”

“Ah,” Shen-laoshi said calmly, pulling a hand free of his pocket to point at the student. “You make a good point, but you have also revealed a bias.” He turned to address the entire class, spreading his arm wide to gesture back at the painting behind him.

“How many of you saw the bright colors of the first two panels and associated it with good things?” Several students raised their hands shyly, glancing around at each other. Shen-laoshi nodded as if he had expected this and continued.

“There are many common societal conceptions ingrained within us as we go throughout our lives. Not all of them are inherently good or bad conceptions, but are instead the product of group think. We form unconscious biases that narrow our view of the world down to a perceived right and wrong, and we encounter situations with these ideas shaping our view of people, places, and events before we have even begun to understand what actually happened.”

Shen-laoshi pulled a laser pointer from his other pocket and highlighted the figures on the left panel. “Here we see Adam being presented with Eve by God in the Garden of Eden. Adam is staring at her with expectation, Bosch’s depiction of lust - a cardinal sin in the Catholic faith.”

The pointer moved to the center panel, not focusing on any one subject. “Here, the plethora of baffling, fantastical details distracts the viewer, as it is meant to.”

Shen-laoshi glanced up and nodded at Zhang Xinning. “You were correct about the theme of red fruit symbolizing the sin of humanity gaining forbidden knowledge. But if you look again, this paradise is full of humans engaging in carnal lust without shame. And as you all noted, the last panel appears to be hell. The difference is in the colors, but it is also in the people. They appear to have succumbed to the consequences of their indulgence and now feel shame, but it is too late to change the outcome. After all, this is the Garden of Earthly Delights, not the Garden of Eden. Bosch already tells us this is a garden of sin.”

Yang Jing stared at Shen-laoshi with her lips parted, baffled. She could see it now that he had pointed it out, but she didn’t understand how he had been able to see any of that in the first place. There was so much detail to work through, how anyone could have managed to come to this conclusion left her head spinning.

“It is our job as police officers and detectives to be able to set our biases and preconceptions aside, to be able to approach a scene without blinders. Our responsibility lies in being able to see the whole painting, and the details. And it is my job to teach all of you, not about art, but about the art of perception. I’m sure all of you have heard a few rumors floating around the department about me, after all. I hope these rumors do not cloud your perception of me too much.”

A cell phone vibrated noisily against the surface of the podium, drawing Shen-laoshi’s attention away from the sheepish looks and mumbling of his students. He stepped over, scooping his phone off the podium and scanning the screen quickly. A moment later, Shen-laoshi looked up at them and smiled again.

“It seems I have to end class early today. Please read through the assigned chapter in the syllabus and email me with any questions. I will see you all next week.”

Several students started gathering their things and getting up as Shen-laoshi took off his microphone, grabbed his bag from behind the podium, and walked briskly out of the classroom.

Yang Jing slowly folded her desk panel away and tucked the Bosch painting into her notebook, thoughts racing. To her left, Huang Yi sighed dreamily.

“He’s so cool,” Huang Yi whispered. “I can’t believe we get a whole semester with him.”

“Right?” Zhang Xinning squealed, leaning precariously over the armrest between her seat and Yang Jing’s to stare at Huang Yi. Her fly away hairs were looking wild again, Yang Jing reaching up absently to smooth them back once more.

“Shen-laoshi seemed so laid back and suave while lecturing. He’s definitely a more interesting speaker than some of our other professors.”

Huang Yi nodded enthusiastically, grinning broadly at Zhang Xinning. The boy in front of them twisted around to join their conversation.

“I just hope he’s not one of those professors that knows everything about one subject but can’t actually teach it. We already have one of those types - I don’t want another one.”

“Weren’t you listening to him explain?” Huang Yi demanded as he tucked his notebook away. “Shen-laoshi described everything so succinctly and was so patient the whole class. He’s going to be a great professor, I can tell!”

Yang Jing gently shooed Zhang Xinning out of her space so she could lean forward to the other student. “I’m Yang Jing, by the way. This is Huang Yi and Zhang Xinning. We’re all third year students.”

“I’m Liao Cheng, a second year student. Nice to meet you all.” Liao Cheng smiled at Yang Jing’s friends before looking back at her, raising an eyebrow. “What do you think of Shen-laoshi?”

“I think he’s given us one lecture that he cut short,” Yang Jing said flatly, pulling her bag into her lap. “So my only opinion on him is I don’t know him that well, but at least he’s given us extra time to study.”

Zhang Xinning gently whacked Yang Jing’s shoulder with a quiet admonishment of, “A-Jing!”

“I’m not wrong,” Yang Jing said pointedly. “Speaking of, we have a mock quiz to study for, A-Ning. Let’s grab coffee and head to the library.”

–

Yang Jing had indeed heard a few rumors floating through the police academy about Shen-laoshi before that first lecture. There was the one Huang Yi had mentioned about Shen-laoshi’s lack of field experience, but the most common one was that he did not get along with a single instructor at the academy. When Yang Jing first heard that rumor, she found it hard to believe. There were several instructors within the academy - to not get along with any of them would be a feat only a pariah could manage.

However, the more she listened and observed, the more it seemed that the rumor might be true.

Their medical sciences professors muttered about Shen-laoshi’s lack of attendance to social outings. Their criminal psychology professor was overheard complaining to their maths professor about how Shen-laoshi was never at his desk. Most recently, Zhang Xinning had informed Yang Jing she saw their fitness coaches purposefully side-stepping Shen-laoshi in the hallway numerous times.

Yang Jing could not fathom how one person could be so removed and unlikeable.

“It’s not impossible,” Liao Cheng said with a shrug as he twirled his fork around and around his lunch tray. “One of my friends became an art student in high school, and he started acting like a different person. All artists are a little aloof and strange, I think. If Shen-laoshi is the same, I could understand how none of the other professors would like him.”

“But he’s so handsome and well spoken,” Huang Yi argued, blushing pink as he did. “How could none of the other professors get along with him? He’s not a bad person.”

“It doesn’t seem like he’s around that much,” Yang Jing commented, more focused on copying her notes over for their advanced medical science class. Zhang Xinning coaxed a forkful of soy-glazed potatoes into Yang Jing’s mouth, distracting her briefly.

“It seems to me like the other professors don’t know him enough to like him, so instead they’re annoyed by him or don’t care enough to have an opinion,” Yang Jing continued after she finished chewing. “You don’t have to be a bad person to be disliked.”

Liao Cheng and Huang Yi stared at the table, contemplating Yang Jing’s comment as Zhang Xinning held up another forkful of potatoes for her, smirking. Yang Jing accepted the mouthful even as she gave her friend a questioning look.

“You think Shen-laoshi is cool, don’t you?” Zhang Xinning teased with a playful smirk.

Yang Jing felt her face grow warm as she ducked her head down to her notes again. Zhang Xinning cackled with delight as the other two joined in her laughter.

“Shut up,” Yang Jing snapped without any heat, scribbling another note down. “I’m just doing what Shen-laoshi taught us and observing without bias.”

“Sure you are,” Zhang Xinning drawled in a sing-song tone. “And you think he’s cool.”

Yang Jing kept her head down and continued copying notes, but she didn’t deny Zhang Xinning’s claim either.

#uts #under the skin #my writing #writing #猎罪图鉴 #just doing my best over here with art interpretation take it with a grain of salt

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compneuropapers · 8 months ago

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Interesting Papers for Week 22, 2024

The influence of natural image statistics on upright orientation judgements. A-Izzeddin, E. J., Mattingley, J. B., & Harrison, W. J. (2024). Cognition, 242, 105631.

Noradrenaline tracks emotional modulation of attention in human amygdala. Bang, D., Luo, Y., Barbosa, L. S., Batten, S. R., Hadj-Amar, B., Twomey, T., … Montague, P. R. (2023). Current Biology, 33(22), 5003-5010.e6.

Diverse mechanisms of taste coding in Drosophila. Dweck, H. K. M., & Carlson, J. R. (2023). Science Advances, 9(46).

Goal-Dependent Hippocampal Representations Facilitate Self-Control. Edelson, M. G., & Hare, T. A. (2023). Journal of Neuroscience, 43(46), 7822–7830.

Reliable population code for subjective economic value from heterogeneous neuronal signals in primate orbitofrontal cortex. Ferrari-Toniolo, S., & Schultz, W. (2023). Neuron, 111(22), 3683-3696.e7.

Need for cognition moderates the relief of avoiding cognitive effort. Gheza, D., Kool, W., & Pourtois, G. (2023). PLOS ONE, 18(11), e0287954.

Developmental changes in exploration resemble stochastic optimization. Giron, A. P., Ciranka, S., Schulz, E., van den Bos, W., Ruggeri, A., Meder, B., & Wu, C. M. (2023). Nature Human Behaviour, 7(11), 1955–1967.

Early visual experience refines the retinotopic organization within and across visual cortical regions. Heitmann, C., Zhan, M., Linke, M., Hölig, C., Kekunnaya, R., van Hoof, R., … Röder, B. (2023). Current Biology, 33(22), 4950-4959.e4.

Hippocampal neurons code individual episodic memories in humans. Kolibius, L. D., Roux, F., Parish, G., Ter Wal, M., Van Der Plas, M., Chelvarajah, R., … Hanslmayr, S. (2023). Nature Human Behaviour, 7(11), 1968–1979.

Judging the difficulty of perceptual decisions. Löffler, A., Zylberberg, A., Shadlen, M. N., & Wolpert, D. M. (2023). eLife, 12, e86892.3.

Against cortical reorganisation. Makin, T. R., & Krakauer, J. W. (2023). eLife, 12, e84716.

Complex spikes perturb movements and reveal the sensorimotor map of Purkinje cells. Muller, S. Z., Pi, J. S., Hage, P., Fakharian, M. A., Sedaghat-Nejad, E., & Shadmehr, R. (2023). Current Biology, 33(22), 4869-4879.e3.

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ssdartvader · 10 days ago

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Making a calendar

1) You need to download a Word file with a calendar by month. 2) You need to be able to work with tables in the Word. 3) You need to place the table with the calendar at the bottom of the page (usually calendars are placed this way) 4) Choose the images you are interested in, this was the biggest difficulty for me, because my personal collection of photos of sweet Morfydd is about 800.

5) Save the resulting Word file as PDF for printing.

6) Print the calendar in a photo printing salon - ask for 300 g / m2 paper, and glossy or matte - this is optional.

link to the finished calendar

making a binding. 1) For this you will need to take 60 cm of copper wire with a diameter of 1.5 mm, straighten it. 2) it is necessary to thoroughly clean this wire so that the solder lays well. 3) take an iron cylinder with a diameter of 10 mm. wind a spring from this wire. 4) take side cutters and bite off the rings from this spring. You should get 16 rings. 5) now you need to use a soldering iron, a soldering iron with a power of 45 W is suitable for this. You will also need rosin and lead-tin solder. Do not forget about pliers to hold the rings during soldering! 6) you need to perform a tinning operation: applying a small amount of solder to the ends of the rings. To do this, you need to heat up the soldering iron to the temperature of solder melting - and this is 315 degrees Celsius, touch the heated tip of the soldering iron to the rosin, then to the solder, then again to the rosin, and with a small amount of solder bring it to the ends of the rings. Hold the tip on the ends of the rings for a while - a necessary condition - you need to heat up the copper of the rings! You should succeed - the solder should remain on the ends of the rings. The tinning operation is complete.

7) you need to mark the places for future holes for the rings. The distance is 12 mm. and from the edge of the page 5 mm. 8) use a drill and a 2.5 mm drill bit to make holes - then the holes for the binding will be neat. My mistake was that I took an awl to make holes - that's why they turned out sloppy. 9) take galvanized iron wire with a diameter of 1.5 mm to make a calendar holder. 10) insert the resulting tinned rings in the amount of 8 pcs. into the calendar. Now you need to take the calendar holder and insert it into 8 rings.

Then, insert the remaining 8 rings, and you should have a holder inside the binding. 11) you need to put cardboard on the cover of your calendar to protect the cover. 12) you should bring the tinned ends of the rings together until they touch. Now use a heated soldering iron and solder the rings. Be sure to hold the rings with pliers while soldering! 13) Use a needle file to make the surface of the rings smooth. 14) You can hang your finished calendar in place, it is ready.

This way you can create your own calendars with your favorite content!

#morfydd clark #rings of power #galadriel #lord of the rings #calendar #calendar 2025

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the-nosy-neighbor · 9 months ago

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Black Stuff in Staff Only

Potential spoilers, read at your own risk (though most of this is from the July 2023 update).

Welcome home

Black stuff

What is the black stuff? I think we first encountered it in either the original document that is a storybook page featuring Julie and siblings, or in the space underneath home. The original and a lightened copy are below, and definitely has paint smeared on top of it as well as some of the black stuff.

“All of the paper materials tucked away inside the envelopes we have received are usually crammed together and covered in paint and ink. Despite this, volunteers have both restored and recreated most of what was found on the documents. Below is an example of our work as we extract information from the original document and translate it into a digital state.”—(emphasis mine) About Us

Information about the black stuff from Staff Only:

We know not to touch the black stuff, based on information from W, written to the QA.(interestingly, it seems to say that the QA got all of the stuff that they had to this point, but the information given by W in awayfrompryingeyes seems to indicate that W was holding the weird stuff back) In the photo we have of the original document (Julie and sibs) they already know or have an instinct to wear gloves when handling the stuff.

In the letter below, the QA approaches W to let them curate the items, aka clean and preserve them in a way that won’t damage the items, and is told no in no uncertain terms.

The response to this seemed a bit over the top, but as we have seen, the WHRP members (maybe just W) have reported some kind of influence from the items. The insinuation here is that the black stuff has lead to a number of symptoms and they are bad symptoms:

“It means it is inside of you too, then, this urge to find it. Our efforts won’t be in vain.”—About us

The statement, “it is inside you too, then,” is an interesting one, because I have always taken it to mean that some mysterious force or unknown evil is spread by touching these things. It hasn’t been specifically linked to the black stuff, but it seems the obvious choice in “being infected” with Welcome Home.

“To be honest, we were drawn in unexpectedly. All of the information found on this website was extracted from documents that had been uncovered in brightly colored envelopes. We are thankful to be the first to jump start this exciting journey! But it hurts.”—About us

As we have seen above, items received have black stuff on them. It is after exposure that they become obsessed with solving the mystery of this show (have we been exposed?) The person above is using gloves, and there are notes in Staff Only about wearing gloves and they are available. There are also dirty gloves on the table. I would assume that means that they are taking the necessary precautions. But, these are far more dirty than the exhibit items. (Maybe the gloves were used with the paint roller? At least some of the black stuff appears to have been spread by fingers and hands, based on look. In addition, you can see two paint cans in the bottom corner of the image. Is this where the paint comes from? It would seem less mysterious with the paint cans there, unless this is the black stuff controlling the QA and staff and making them paint.)

To begin with, I assumed that people had become lax and were handling them directly, but it is possible that whatever influence is spread, it isn’t through direct touch. They are asked to return any items with black stuff on them:

“We are overjoyed you have received all of the work we have so far uncovered! Please take care of it while it is in your possession, but under no circumstances should it be touched with your bare hands. Please wear gloves: If a substance begins to grow on anything delivered (?), please place it back in the box it was shipped in and return it to us at your leisure. If you or anyone on your team experience nausea, dizziness, or fatigue, please don’t be alarmed!”—Staff Only

You can see in the picture below that they have gloves for this purpose. The letter instructs them to return anything that has growth on it, though they don’t specify what it would look like. It says not to be alarmed if any of them experience dizziness and fatigue. I don’t know why the QA would take the risk of the black stuff, and it seems that W knows it is there, potentially there, or that it grows quickly and unexpectedly.

This particular email has always captured my interest for two reasons: the content, but also, you can see the black stuff in its physical form. Where on the paper and walls it looks like ink, this stuff looks/acts more like kudzu (for those that aren’t familiar, an invasive species of ivy native to Japan and other Asian countries that massively took over the American south, also known as “mile a minute” or “the vine that ate the South” from Wikipedia).

In these pictures, you can see instances of the creeping black stuff. It is all over the staff only room, and on the ceiling in the exhibit space/or back room (I think it is exhibit space). We can see that this stuff has gotten out of hand and is creeping along. Is this what happens after the inky stuff starts to spread? Or when staff members touch the inky stuff and then touch something else?

As previously discussed, there is a roller on the table, and in some shots you can see what looks like paint cans. This could mean that the roller on the table and the black stuff on the walls are related and it’s just paint. There are some gloves close by covered in the black stuff as well. The QA believes someone is punking them, so this could be evidence of that, but who would know enough about this stuff to play that particular prank?

Known symptoms of contact are headache, dizziness, and nausea, and while WHRP says it isn’t anything to worry about, we know that the QA was sick for quite a while, and whether that is physically, mentally, or both is not stated. I believe paranoia is listed as a symptom as well, with both W and QA experiencing this (as evidenced by their written concerns that someone is tricking them..)

It appears that the QA didn’t take that advice in the email (or is subject to another force), leading to the spread of black stuff. Given the state of things in the Staff Only room, it would appear that the black stuff has arrived. This leads me to wonder, can they see it?

What we can extrapolate from all this, is that the black stuff could account for the behavior of the individuals we have seen so far. The ick, which can be seen underneath Home, and has grown in size during the last year, has stringy bits that reach further and further out.

(Could this explain why Eddie has his moments of paranoia during the Commercials? All his increased heartbeat and strange faces, the sweating and feeling disoriented?)

W doesn’t mention the black stuff. The curator only mentions “more of that stuff is on the walls.”

There is more of that stuff on the walls. I keep hearing phones ringing.—Staff only, QA’s notes

The association of the black stuff and the ringing has stuck with me as we have progressed.

It’s probably a not so common reference, but it reminds me of Red vs. Blue, where Tucker keeps getting volunteered to go through the portal. Tucker comes out covered in black stuff (which I believe he says is carbon.)

I don’t believe it gives Tucker any special powers, just a lot of armor cleaning. But he is pushed to be the one to go through it, because those kinds of portals have potential consequences. The rocks they test it with come out black, and they make Tucker do it anyway. (bowchickawowow?)

But the direct reference to more black stuff and the phone is ringing reminded me of W as well. They hear the phone ringing. They hear Wally talking sometimes. W finds themselves seeing things on a TV that they shouldn’t be seeing (hmm…but Eddie specifically), and the QA has a note on the TV that says to replace it ASAP if it gets broken. I can see two different ideas here: either the QA thinks the TV is broken when it starts playing things it shouldn’t, but also could be a note to have it fixed ASAP, because like W, they are seeing things in the TV that they aren’t supposed to be able to see. W, in particular, knows that there is weird stuff going on in the website, going as far to test Wally’s response. They don’t seem to be willing or able to make the connection to Wally specifically.

What if all the stuff on the website is for W specifically? Wally could be talking directly to W.

I think it is very possible that touching the black stuff not only opens you up to symptoms/not feeling well, but also infects you with something that allows you to hear or see Wally and Home. Those are the only two that have spoken to us directly. There is an argument for Eddie speaking to us, but I don’t think he is aware of us. I’m not sure where the video comes from, in universe.

But we do know that Wally has stated we draw eyes, and that allows him to see through us (or W and their team.) We have seen eyes littered throughout. On the website, all the eyes in the borders are presumably from W, since they are still on the site. In Staff Only, there are post-its with eyes littered around, including one that says “who are you” and eyes on the WHRP folder as well (in addition to the background being upside down eyes. With upside down text. OK, maybe upside down eyes.)

We are all drawing his eyes, but does he know about us? I don’t think we have communicated back in a way that is specifically identifiable as us. It could be that Wally/Home are trying to desperately break down barriers through contact with individuals in W’s universe.

That would make for a good explanation of why the show disappeared. If the black stuff started to spread in our reality, any of those kids would see the show for what it is. I don’t think we have a full idea of what it is yet, but we haven’t touched the black stuff. If kids started to act weird, and people started to notice black stuff around, they would have avoided it.

I can really see something like that coming through in a toy or other merch, and begin to spread, leading to strange behavior in the kids, leading to parents thinking it is black mold or something and pushing the series away for that reason.

This concept art portraying Sunny seems to lay out the plan a bit more (though it could have been a former plan, not the current plan for the story). “Children have seen it and now they know what to do!” It’s really creepy and shows Wally as an oppressive force.

“Everything is so disgusting to touch. Sometimes the mail doesn’t come for weeks. I want to rip into everything I have. My head feels so muddled, too. Ever since I opened that envelope.”

This interview/questions for the website are asked by WHRP and answered by QA in the email above. The note discovered by using blacklight is presumably the QA, either answering in some kind of invisible ink, or maybe they don’t remember, leading them to think it is another part of the supposed “prank.” I suppose it could be an actual prank, but I don’t think that fits the story very well.

I haven’t ever really understood the use of the blacklight/invisible ink. The messages are of the type that Wally leaves, but there is no expectation that it is Wally who wrote them. It could be the QA or another of their staff, as well. But the QA leaves instructions to use blacklight on everything. I assumed in the beginning that maybe the blacklight catches the black stuff, but given the use of ink, maybe the QA is looking for the messages from Wally. I don’t think there is enough information at this point to know the answer to that, but am open to hearing some, if anyone has theories about it.

The important thing about the black stuff, especially as experience in the Staff Only page, is a visible type of infection into our world. If we can see this stuff, either we are able to see it because we haven’t been infected, or because we have. Either way, in the realm of Staff Only, we see a physical manifestation of the influence of Welcome Home on people who come into contact with it, even now.

As we see more of it, I will try to adjust my theories, but the black stuff is an important part of the explanation of what is exactly happening to people in the direct sphere of influence of Welcome Home.

#welcome home #welcome home theories #welcome home arg #the question answerer #staff only

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