#the stats of life

[smashorpass50plus]

For those curious:

Our lowest 3 smash are

2.4 for the Elon Musk poll

2.7 for the charles III

4.6 dor Ellen Degeneres

Our highest 3 smash are

95.5 for the second Sigourney Weaver poll

93 for the Appalachian Moutains

92 for the type 30 rotary phone

[to-be-a-dreamer]

So I already made a full post about the Wild Life spreadsheet but it was more of a user manual than anything and I just needed to be sure everyone gets to see just how bonkers insane this session was because I-

Insanity. Chaos. I need an entire SMP based on this premise

[squidcandy]

was trying to efficiently introduce all the life series members to my partner so i gave them stats,

[aaaaaaaaaa-squirrel]

The council will decide your fate

[celesticnova]

[ssseriema]

youve got mail!

[skycowboys]

JuFly day 11 - "Training"

Future pilots often start honing their skills at a young age. The Windy Wing Basin's namesake makes relatively safe flight lessons possible.

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[ao3-anonymous]

Fastest Growing Fandoms on AO3 This Week (05/13/2024)

Every week I pull data on how many fics are in each fandom and compare to the previous week, then calculate the percentage increase to determine fastest growing fandoms.  Since this naturally skews towards smaller fandoms, I have included the same data filtered to Over 1k, 5k, & 10k fics.

*this week’s data likely has some errors due to code changes - they should resolve themselves next week*

Overall:

Over 1,000 Fics:

Over 5,000 Fics:

Over 10,000 Fics:

Source: AO3 Fandom Dashboard

[redstonedust]

if u watch any pov of this wild life session i reccomend martyns for the editing. the little. advertisement breaks and character cards like we're watching an anime are killing me. he (and cheri) understood the assignment completely.

[marlenacantswim]

girl has got that harry du bois swag, complete with incongruous hat

[destinationtoast]

Toastystats: TV fandom fix-its on AO3 - Game of Thrones

Following the previous cross-fandom look at TV fix-its, I'm doing fandom deep dives. (See also: Supernatural, Stranger Things)

It took a long time to analyze the Game of Thrones data in part because I wanted to tease apart the behaviors of the GoT, ASOIAF, and HotD fandom tags, and to look at the effect of House of the Dragon on the older fandom tags. Also in part because I discovered that multi-chapter works have a much higher rate of fix-its than single-chapter works -- which has contributed to a recent apparent increase in the percentage of GoT works that are tagged "Fix-It." (This apparent increase may or may not disappear when we look back at the same time period from future years; read more on AO3 about why.)

For lots more data, explanations of all of the above, plus any clarifications & corrections, click through to AO3.

[itsafreetrialofdeath]

multiclassed!

[to-be-a-dreamer]

Gonna spend some time cleaning up the Secret Life Spreadsheet for the final post but I just need everyone to see this absolutely WILD graph that was so insane I had to triple fact check to make sure I wasn't losing my mind.

Are. Are you kidding me.

I swear I'm about to make one of these for every other season because I simply MUST know if this has always been the case, that one or two people get most of the kills. There's no way right??? Scar was simply on something this finale (Gem is always Like That I was expecting her to look this way)

Also fun tidbit: all three of Etho's deaths were because of Scar. He killed that man three times. Etho is the only person who died the same way every time.

[tunastime]

for the comfort prompts, draping a blanket over a sleeping body ^-^ maybe with 2 of our sweetest boys.... xisuma and doc ^-^ OR also maybe with ranchers ^-^

draping a blanket over their sleeping body (923 words) (x)

Xisuma scrubs his eyes. 

There comes a point in every shift that his body starts to give out. A point where, no matter the length of the shift, or how much he'd eaten, or slept, or drank tea, Xisuma felt his body slip away from him and the dull ache of sleep start to root and take hold behind his eyes. It's at this point where respite usually comes, in the form of Cleo or Doc walking through the door. And eventually it will be Cleo, he knows, because Doc's shift neatly aligned with his tonight. So much so he was able to actually get dinner at the same time as him, and Doc was able to kick him under the table over a cup of coffee. The jerk. 

Regardless, he could expect Cleo to wander in when she wished. Joints starting to protest weakly under the stretches he contorts his spine into, Xisuma gathers his belongings, and starts the trek down the levels toward his room.

It's a quiet walk—one he's learned to catalogue his thoughts to, to enjoy as much as the daily chatter of a morning shift beginning, or an afternoon shift ending. This early morning closure means that he'll have the good part of the day to sleep before he's on for another 48 hours. It also means that, for just a few of those hours, he might get to sleep next to his partner, after a few too many nights of just-barely's and near-misses. Xisuma sighs. For a moment, he lingers in the hall, peeking out at the rest of the station through a long, double-paned window, spanning the length of the propelled walkway. As he steps on, leans against the barrier, he watches stars flick idly past him alongside the sprawl of Prometheus. At its heart, where he was headed down to now, were the quarters. And his, along with a select few, got their own atrium view.  

The rest of the walk is similarly quiet, Xisuma's feet working on autopilot as his mind wanders from task to task, correspondence, to shipping requests, to diplomatic communique. He frowns, chewing the inside of his cheek as he waits a beat for the elevator. There had been a recent communique from the Coalition. It wasn't uncommon, but it hadn't happened in, what, two or three years now? Certainly enough time to have forgotten the last time he saw any of the crew on an official basis and certainly long enough to forget just what that little check-up meant. He holds back a particularly violent shiver. It's nothing this time—has to be. Prometheus hadn't done anything new or interesting in months, let alone enough to warrant an investigation. If the Interspace Investigation Coalition needed something from Xisuma, Admiral Void, it was going to take a very special visit and a lot of convincing. Not words on a screen.

By the time the thought passes through his mind, Xisuma is already at his front door. He shakes away the feeling crawling up the base of his spine and taps his keycard, door sliding open at his behest. 

"Doc?" he calls, as he enters. "I'm home."

The front entry is still warmly lit as he toes off his shoes and organizes his coat and bag at the front door. The living room is dark, aside from the faint glow of blue light, as are the desks they share and the kitchenette. Xisuma hums, frown deepening. He makes his way into the living room as he starts unclasping his overcoat, hands fiddling with the zipper behind him.

There, sprawled haphazardly on their small sofa, is Doc. One of his legs bends under the other, his ankle propped on the arm of the couch, socked foot hanging just over the edge. His pajamas are ruffled from moving, rucked up over one side of his ribs where his arm stretches to cover his eyes from the dim, ambient light. Xisuma stifles a snort that then catches the back of his throat. He looks comfortable. To an extent. Enough to fall asleep, at least, and enough to stay that way, even as Xisuma had called out to him and noisily shuffled in. 

X crosses his arms. He has but two options: one which requires him to deal with a sleep-disoriented, disgruntled Doc M now. The other: listening to him complain about tight muscles as he slipped into bed later that morning, seeking out the shape of Xisuma he missed. On one hand, X would get his partner's warmth and weight and grumbled words sooner. On the other... he looks so dang peaceful he'd almost feel bad disturbing him. Xisuma smiles to himself—the image alone of Doc crawling into bed next to him and letting X curl tiredly around him seems wildly comforting. A little selfish, but, really, who could blame him? 

Quietly, Xisuma shuffles over. He lifts the blanket from the back of the couch, ruffling it lightly in his hands as he sets it over Doc's sleeping form the best he can. Shrouded by the multicolored fabric, Doc seems to shrink, just a bit. Clearly cozy and comfortable, his face remains soft, sleep smoothing out the lines of stress on his face. X tucks the blanket carefully around his partner, careful not to jostle him awake as he leans down to press a kiss to his forehead. Upon drawing back, Doc doesn't seem to stir, and Xisuma hums his thanks to no one. He steps back, satisfied with his work, and shuffles off to bed.

[arbitersart]

BDubs, Etho, and Cleo lineups for my sci fi + royalty/bodyguard fic series, Exogenesis! The clothing aspects of these designs are pretty loose as I'm no fashion designer, so if anyone making art wants to do something else and take artistic liberties, please do!

Nerdy worldbuilding below the read more.

These three are rocking some classic fashion sensibilities popular on Leto! BDubs and Cleo, as the (sibling) monarchs, tend to wear clothes akin to classic european military uniforms, though skirts and wraps are also integrated into this style. These clothes are often seen at diplomatic meetings and formal public appearances.

Their casual clothes, seen on the very right side, tend to be loose fitting and made of natural fibers like cotton. Letotians love flowy and soft fabrics.

Etho's fashion sense is largely practical. The second figure to the far right is his common guard uniform, with reinforced, soft armor in vital places. His casual look, also on the right, employs more sleek, techy wear more popular in south Nereus. You can also see this styling in Cleo's outfit on the second to the right, which serves no purpose except cunt.

[kagooleo]

riley may have fallen first but lance fell even harder 😳👀