#throttles my net

[animasend]

   the internet has been absolutely crapping out on me the last week but it’s working-ish today so on god i will try to play catch up but this is just a little post to aslo say that any new threads going forwards will be with the beta editor and will be tagged with (beta editor) just so it’s easier to know and tell the difference

[queenerdloser]

i sent off my docs (sop, writing samples, etc) to my other potential letters of rec profs yesterday night so now i keep jumping every time my phone buzzes. it won't be the end of the world if they say no (i mostly just needed one (1) person to say yes and i've got a confirmed yes so we're set) but it will make me cringe if they say no after looking over my stuff lol. not a good sign.

[12triceratops]

Where the rubber meets the road.

These two didn't just have a relationship, they had a (soul)utionship. "The Prophecy" Hand on the throttle Thought I caught lightning in a bottle...

What these two had was magical. There is no debate that Karlie Kloss and Taylor Swift were electric: (I am using past tense for the moment, I will refer to them in present tense a bit later in the post)

Fast forward a decade later to Fortnight. This record did not hit me immediately the way "Folklore" and "Evermore" did, It has almost been a week since its release and I hadn't been fully onboard with TTPD. I was expecting something different, something not familiar and I had quite literally thought maybe Jack Antinoff and Taylor Swift had reached their limit together as collaborators. The music produced by Aaron Dressner had flavors and connections to "Folklore" and "Evermore," while parts of the album was reminiscent of "1989." My next thought that maybe the three of them had done all they could do.

And then the Matty Healy conversation exploded across the net (le sigh), and I just about gave up on the record.

I damn near had a sanguinary struggle within myself over The Tortured Poets Department (I know, that is very dramatic lol), and then I finally got it. The brilliance of this woman is unmatched.

The last song "The Manuscript." Now and then she rereads the manuscript Of the entire torrid affair

"The entire torrid affair" meaning the last decade (probably longer, but I am sticking with 2014-2024). The title isn't lost on me and many others - The Man-U-Script.

The last segment of the song

The only thing that's left is the manuscript One last souvenir from my trip to your shores Now and then I reread the manuscript But the story isn't mine anymore

She is closing the chapter on all of it. It's over, the countless theories, the stories we all have created about her. They're our stories now, we built them into a formidable, monstrous entity that took on a life of its own. "The last souvenir" are her words to us on this album. From the Swifities, to the Gaylors/Kaylors, to the haters, critics, industry, fans, media. She won't play this game anymore. Taylor gave enough clues on this album to make EVERYONE'S theory plausible (Karlie, Joe, Matty, Travis, Harry, Kim etc). She connected threads to come full circle, which brings us back to "1989," that 1980s syth-pop (hello! "I Can Do It With A Broken Heart"). This is why she and Jack Antonoff brought us back to where it all began, Karlie Kloss and #Kissgate (Dianna Agron, too, who can forget "Wonderland). Aaron Dressner summons moments within this records of the two albums that fractured my soul, F & E. That folky-pop melody that gets into your skin to change the DNA. No joke, I sobbed listening to "Folklore" and "Evermore."

With TTPD, Taylor comes in like a thrashing, tumultuous storm; at times seething and others admonishing. She is singing to herself, for herself and without need of approval from the mainstream radio (or anyone else). TTPD is messy, too much, not enough, vulnerable, real, relatable and she is tired of our collective shit.

Back to "The Manuscript" This Era has come to an end and she is leaving us with the ruins, the aftermath of what she went through: being forced to hide who she really is, having to placate the rabid fans who believe the stories of every boy she has ever dated. She has had zero privacy and the only safe place Taylor has ever had was her music, she is the ONLY one who knows to whom she sings. Does she love her fans, of course, but Mother is tired and done. She is ready to come clean and live the life she has crafted to keep in secret in order to protect the innocent.

The beards, NDAs, slight of hand, she is smashing all that we know. It's not her reflection she seeks to shatter, it's the illusions. In "Fortnight" the nurse, a woman (cannot convince me that it's not Karlie. A doorframe is 6'8" and that nurse is about 5" shorter that frame, which would make that person 6'3" :), comes to save her, gives her the key to set her free. The men in the video are the ones who are torturing her. Like the last 10 years, The poet has been tortured by the department of men: Joe, John, Conner, Jake, Harry, Calvin, Tom, Joe, Matty, Travis, Scooter, Scott, and the list goes on.

It's "Robin" that has got a choke-hold on me.

Buried down deep And out of your reach The secret we all vowed To keep it from you in sweetness

She is singing to a child, a kid, and I am going to say a little boy. Is this song about Levi? I am going to say yes. Hands down the gem of the album, and our cue to realize she is telling us what is next, her family, the loves of her life: Karlie and the kids. That is what she wants and that will be her next chapter. We struggle to interpret the Taylor that is always ten steps ahead of us. Her Eras Tour, this will be the last one for a while. Once it has wrapped, I wouldn't be surprised if she disappeared for a spell. Will she produce more work, sure. Perform, probably, but this last decade has taken a toll, and this tour has been a herculean effort. Hence, its wild success. Could she retire (FLORIDA)? It's possible, but she would never tell us, we would have to figure that out for ourselves.

I have more to say, but it's late and I am sleepy. As I get lost in the piano of "The Manuscript" I am reminded of the book "The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo"

Not sure if anyone is going to see or read this, but I needed a place to write my thoughts about this extraordinary album that I almost let slip through my fingers. Good night and sleep well everyone <3

[candidateofloyalty]

In my mind the Persona trilogy protagonists are all top of their class but their methods and attitudes towards it vary wildly, so like Kotone was a decent student before coming to Tatsumi Port Island but then Mitsuru makes a comment about grades early on and Kotone dedicates herself to becoming top of the class without apparently trying just out of spite. She'll invite the group to Tartarus saying it's to train whoever isn't on the main fighting force but then she spends the whole time listening to audiobooks and vaguely waving her spear at shadows.

Makoto I think has mastered the art of putting in as little effort as possible for a grade. Does one class's homework in another class so he doesn't have to do it at home; half the time this is the period before the homework is due. He knows how to pad an essay and make it look like you're just being thorough about your research, netting you bonus points for less thought. It would be infuriating if he ever called anyone's attention to his scores but he's just coasting along.

Yu is a nerd. This kid organizes study sessions with his friends and takes notes in class and no one thinks twice about his grades because obviously.

Ren wanted to give off that impression when he first arrived at Shujin, visibly studying in the library and all, but he very quickly stops caring about that again now that he has friends and his reputation doesn't matter to him. What he also has is an excellent memory for trivia and a knack for bullshitting. He reads a book about shogi to try to impress Hifumi and two months later he finds a way to make a shogi analogy while explaining something in class that obscures the fact that he's parroting what the teacher just said. (This also drives Akechi crazy, because Akechi will painstakingly decide his stance through research and then Ren will go "well I don't know about that exact thing, but" and then somehow have an angle that Akechi didn't know about. Someday Ren will chain himself through three different fun facts and only hold back from a fourth when Akechi "jokingly" threatens to throttle him.)

[1randomweirdo]

Forgot to share this yesterday!

Hey my fellow Americans, remember Net Neutrality? (Remember the douche with the comically oversized 'reese's pieces' coffee mug, Ajit Pai?) Quick rehash: Pai repealed it, and lacking Net Neutrality means Big Tech/Phone companies can hinder, slow, or block access to any sites they want for any reason (perhaps some of you recall Verizon throttling service of firefighters out west *while they were battling wildfires* - or how ads now just say internet speeds may decrease during peak hours? Net Neutrality makes it so that can't happen)

Well now that the aforementioned douche is not there, the FCC is considering restoring it! This is *huge*, and there's an easy way to submit comments to both the FCC *and* your members of Congress, below.

It's a pre-made form letter; all you have to do is enter your info (though I recommend adding something to the letter, just to prove to the recipients that they're not getting bot comments. Even just adding your name and saying "I agree with the comments below" or something is fine)

An action we can all take, that just takes a few moments (just be sure to uncheck the boxes at the bottom if you don't want to be added to email lists)

Link to send comments to FCC:

[chaneajoyyy]

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[windvexer]

Hi Chicken, would you be willing to help me interpret a one card reading? (If not feel free to ignore this ask I just didn't want to waste your time by sending 2 separate asks haha ^^)

I asked what spell would be most efficient for a situation for a friend who needs a job quickly, and I got the eight of pentacles reversed. I'm kind of having a hard time imagining what spell that would be? Or maybe it's implying that the spell is gonna be botched anyway (?)

Hi, I don't mind. You've given me a chance to talk about predicting the future with tarot ^-^

As the 8/Pentacles is often a card of mastery, sometimes also taken to read diligence and professionalism, 8/Pents reversed might indicate something like, "don't worry about the next career step; anything will do," or, "cast a broad net and don't only focus on the skillset [friend] is perceived to have."

Additionally, more historical meanings of the 8/Pents reversed can indicate usury (unfair money lending practices), someone being extorted of money, being swindled, and so on. This is balanced with the upright meaning that focuses more on small amounts regularly obtained.

Given this, potential interpretations are:

The most efficient quick job spell for your friend is one that

Defends against fake job listings, get-rich-quick "commission" type jobs, MLM schemers, and so forth

Specifically focuses on stable, regular income - rather than a "type" of job

Doesn't back itself into a corner trying to achieve "at least earning $X.XX a month" intents, but rather focuses on something like, "earning a stable paycheck within the next Y period."

Isn't throttled with too many conditions.

As a little bit of tarot technique, I generally don't like to give the deck permission to ignore my question and provide its own answers. Therefore, the card you drew should have to be an answer to your question.

However, you can give your deck (and your own concerns) an easy outlet by drawing additional omen cards that foretell the outcome of the spell, or sort of 'windsock' cards that show which way fate is blowing.

An example spread might have 3 cards:

Current chances of my magical effort assisting

The most efficient type of job spell

Outcome if I cast that spell

Bad omens or negative outcomes can also be more deeply understood to gain a greater grasp of the situation. However, IMO this also requires a framework of interpreting future readings and how your actions can change them.

I find a solid way to read many omens is, "the future as it is likely to occur based on current circumstances and our own understanding of the situation."

This means that if outcome cards are undesirable, that's not necessarily the final outcome.

In fact I believe it is much more difficult to interpret an absolute final outcome, versus finding a likely path forward that you can then map and plan for (or, choose a new route altogether).

An example for the above 3-card draw might be, the current chances of magical effort assisting are high (let's say a great omen - the Sun). The job spell card is average (3/cups - networking!).

However, let's imagine the outcome card is an awful omen. 5/Cups - dejection; failure.

One possible read here is that while the outcome of your magic will be helpful, a simple job spell isn't going to help at all. If the tarot is showing you that bridge is broken, there can still be other paths that safely traverse the gorge.

After all, in a purely hypothetical situation, what if the job loss was due to your friend making, and accidentally breaking, a pact with a local nature spirit? You could still help with your magic, but not with a job spell. The outcome for any job spell would be poor. Instead, magic for diplomacy (7/wands), mending a relationship (2/cups), or appeasing a spirit with offerings (9/cups; 6/pents) might appear instead. You know?

Such troubleshooting readings might include questions like, "what kind of preliminary magic would be most helpful to prepare the way for a job to manifest in [friend's] life," or "what hidden problems are happening here that need to be banished or unblocked?"

And so on.

Best of luck to the both of you!

[nonpracticingintellectual]

Formula 1 2026 Engine Regulation Changes - TEXT BLOCK

I wrote up this explanation of each of the engine regulation changes for my WIFE and it's good enough I wanted to share it here.

Formula 1 2026 Engine Regulation Changes:

1: **New fuel must be 100% carbon free fuel, part of the FIA's plan for "net zero carbon" F1 racing by 2030.** ARAMCO is leading the research into the new carbon-neutral fuel. The goal is to be able to reuse municipal waste, food waste, or even gas pulled from the atmosphere to fuel cars. As of now it's being tested only in Formula racing, but the goal is to slowly release this fuel for road use as well across the world. Right now the F1 cars run on E10 (90% gasoline, 10% renewable ethanol). F1 and the FIA are the best people to lead this project because they know that full electric cars are not attainable for most people in the world and so replacing fuel with a carbon-neutral fuel (carbon is pulled from the environment to make the fuel, and the same amount is emitted by the engine. This essentially maintains the carbon equilibrium.) Formula 2 and Formula 3 are already running on a fuel mix comprised with 55% of this new biofuel. F1 is really driving sustainable practices. They are the first motorsport to use FSC (Forest Sustainability Council) certified tires, McLaren is releasing their new carbon fiber recycling (first industrial scale use), all of F1's DHL delivery trucks for European races run on 100% biofuel as of last year, all 10 teams have received the FIA's 3-star environmental accreditation.

2: **Increased electric power in the cars** - as of right now its 75% engine/25% electric power. The goal is 50%/50% by increasing the MGU-K unit from 120 kW to a 350 kW generator - this is what Verstappen is worried about as there isn’t an equivalent increase in battery size meaning the current ~30 second max boost from the electric motors will be reduced to ~10 seconds with the larger motor and same battery size. Drivers will have to downshift during straights to charge the battery more often, hopefully leading to closer racing as people won’t be able to just fly off using the electric motors.

3: **No more MGU-H** (this will help people like Stake or other small teams) - this was primarily driven by the fact that we have 2 new engine producers in 2026: Audi and Honda are joining the field and will need time to develop engines to catch up with teams like Ferrari and Red Bull. The issue is the MGU-H almost completely solved turbo lag (if you notice in your car, the turbo doesnt spool up until a certain RPM, the MGU-H spools the turbo from the time of acceleration, allowing for all waste exhaust to be used for charging the battery instead of wasting some spooling the turbo). This may lead to the return of Schumacher level throttle control to keep the turbo spooled during cornering. It’s going to be a learning curve for the racers who have only ever raced with an anti-lag system like the MGU-H.

4: **Reduced fuel allowance** - cars burn through around 100 kg of fuel per race, in 2026 this will be limited to 70 kg. The new engines ARE more efficient so it should equal out to the same power for less fuel.

The FIA is also pushing teams towards focusing less on raw engine power and more on aerodynamics and drag reduction to improve engine efficiency. Essentially, this is a test bed for the future of all high end racing by developing incredibly efficient powerful engines with a smaller form factor and better

[f1a1w1n]

No, you don't

Part two of No, you don't

Summary: This fic is sort of a time skip to when we land on the rebel base, cause I didn't want to recite the whole movie. Basically in this fic, you meet Poe for the first time and are shocked at how annoying and handsome he is. It's a slowburn, enemies to friends to lovers fic. Reader has the force.

Word count: 1.25k

Warnings: Not really anything, mentions of blood.

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I’m picking the thread from my skirt when Rey comes bursting in. 

“He won’t stop following me!” she walks back and forth to demonstrate. “Go away” She points her finger at him, and then at the door. I laugh.

Rey argues with the orange droid as it beeps angrily… or as angrily beeps can go. 

“You can understand it?” I swivel around to face her. 

Rey pushes the droid away with her foot. “Yes, unfortunately,” 

I smile. “What’s he saying?” 

“Something about a pilot… and a stormtrooper” the droid frantically pushes her foot “I found him in some scavengers net”

“Hey come here,” I put my hands out and the droid rolls over cautiously. I spin the droid around and look for the serial number. “Hmm… he’s a republic droid”

“Like the rebels?” Rey asks. She puts out her hand and squeezes her eyes shut “like Luke Skywalker?” 

When she says that the droid goes crazy, rolling back and forth beeping rapidly. 

I smile. “Yes… exactly like that, thats exactly how the force works” 

Rey grins. “Come on let’s go to the town,” 

We walk out to the speeders as Rey chats with the droid. Rey scoffs as as the droid tells her he’s the most important droid in the galaxy. 

While I'm haggling with Plutt about how good this scavenge was. Rey chats with her new friend. 

Plutt raises his hand to quiet me. “The scavenge is weak... I have many other scavengers that get me better quality stuff than this" He gestures to the pile of scraps, then he looks behind me "...but- I'll take that...how much for the droid?” 

“It isn’t for sale” Rey answers for me. 

Plutt reaches behind him and dumps a truckload of portions on the counter. “Sixty portions.” 

I turn to Rey and shoot her a look saying. Is it really not for sale?! 

She gives me a look that says. Yes! Now drop it!

Suddenly the droid beeps franticly and rolls full speed for a man drinking water from an animal trough. Ew. I think. How can you be that desperate? 

Rey runs after the droid and I pile the portions into my bag. Subtly sweeping a extra one. He wouldn’t notice.. right?

The man sees Rey sprinting full speed at him and runs the other way. Honestly, I couldn’t blame him. Rey chases him around the market, weaving in between stalls. Suddenly I popped out between two stalls and tripped him over. 

“Hey!” 

"BB-8?" The man sounds shocked.

All of a sudden TIE fighters began to shoot at the market blowing everything in their path to smithereens. “Run!” I heard someone yell.

The man dragged Rey by her wrist out of the market, in turn Rey gripped on to my arm. We fumbled around trying to escape the TIE fighters blasts. 

“Over there!” Rey pointed to a ship as it blew to bits. We ran the other way. “Nevermind!” 

The man leads us to a dirty-looking ship. We jumped on as the droid rolled in after us. Rey and I hopped into the cockpit and we began furiously flipping switches and pulling levers. 

“Shields aren't working!” 

“What should I do?” the man said, his brow furiously sweating. 

“Go down there!” I messily pointed behind me. “Fire back at them!” 

The man ran off. Rey pulled back on the throttle and we took off shooting into the desert, spinning and flipping the ship, trying to avoid the TIE fighters. I took a panel of of the cockpit and fiddled with wires and switches to try and get the shields on. 

“Why aren't there any shields?!” I heard the mans voice over the intercom. 

“I’m working on it,” I shout back. I unbuckle my seatbelt and stumble out of the cockpit, putting my arms out for balance as the ship lurches from side to side.

“Where are you going?” Rey yells as I rip another panel of of the ship.

I don’t respond. 

Finally we shoot of into hyper space. I heave out a sigh. 

Rey runs out of the cockpit and tackles me with a hug. We squeal and jump around. 

The man walks out, shock painted over his face. His shocked expression turners into a wide grin. 

I grab his arm and shake it while laughing with Rey. 

Rey sticks out her hand. “Rey,” she’s grinning. 

He thinks for a moment. “I’m Finn,”

They shake hands and then Finn offers his hand to me and I introduce myself. 

Time skip~

Han Solo finds his ship and takes us to Maz. After Rey speaks with her she seems shaken. After the fight on Takodono, we realise that Rey was taken. Later we finally reach the rebel base. 

(also I'm sorry for the time skip, but we want to get to the juicy parts right?)

I feel the ship gently touch the ground, lurching me from my thoughts. I’m pressing a rag to my side from where a stormtrooper shot me. The rag is almost soaked with blood at this point.

Where are you, Rey? I think. Why are you making me do this?

I do something that I haven’t done in years. I close my eyes and try to reach out to her with the force. I feel the energy around me buzzing. I try to reach out beyond that, I let myself go back to Takondo, the last place I saw her. I know the force is strong with her, but I’ve never said anything. I didn’t want her to be burdened with it like I am. 

I reach my mind out further. I feel something… it's dark. 

Han Solo walks over, jerking me from the force. “Listen, kid… we’ll get her bac-” he’s going to say something but I can see him rethink his words. “Don’t get on their bad side,” he jerks his head towards the rebel base. "more so, don't get on the generals' bad side, she's a real pain in the-" He walks off muttering about the general.

“...okay,” I slowly stand up, clutching my side. I look over to Finn. He’s sitting with his elbows on his thighs and his head in his hands. 

I put my hand on his shoulder. “We’ll get her back,”

I turn around and follow Han and Chewie out. I see rebel soldiers run over to us. Someone sees the blood from my side and yells “Medic!”

I guess it's worse than I thought.

I feel Han put his hand on the upper part of my back, steadying me. I realise I'm swaying. 

I hear Finn’s voice, “God! Where are the medics?” 

“Kid?” I hear Han say.

“Hm?” 

"Nothing you're just really pale, kid"

He turns the the rebel solider running towards to us. He’s in a fluro-orange flight suit, and he swipes his brown curly hair out of his face as he approaches us. 

“Finn?!” he says, running to give Finn a bear hug, he punches his shoulder. “I thought you were dead.”

“I thought you were dead!” Finn says, the grin on his face widening, his smile drops when he remembers I’m bleeding out.

“We need a medic,”

“Agreed.” Finn’s friend turns around and yells for a medic, people quickly scramble to get one. I see his eyes on me, they look me up and down. My cheeks don't flush because I'm losing so much blood-

Suddenly the droid pops out of the Falcon, zooming at the man in the flight suit. 

“BB-8!” He exclaims. “I missed you!” 

How can you miss a droid? I thought. I roll my eyes. I look back to the man in the flight suit, he’s looking at me. God, I hope he didn’t see that. 

Of the bat I cant help but notice how handsome he is. His dark curly hair lays on his forehead, lightly swaying in the breeze. And his eyes, god they are so dark. There dark and warm, like a cup of deep hot cocoa. When he talks his jawline could cut glass. 

I feel myself buckle in the knees, not because of his ‘rugged’ looks. I feel faint. Finn rushes to my side. “You okay?”

"What d'you think?" I say through gritted teeth.

Finn turns to the man in the flight suit. “Where are those medics, Poe?”

“I don’t know,” Poe takes a step toward me, holding out his arms slightly as if I were about to collapse. 

I let out a pained laugh that really sounded more like a yelp of pain. I fall to the floor. My vision goes dark at the edges. I hear voices muffled my a high pitched ringing. The last thing I see is Poe above me yelling my name.

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[anglers1mp]

Small intercept of what I planned

Beware this has just some of my ideas based onto one tumblr post- THIS IS NOT ALL MY IDEAS!!!

• the first chapter starts out with descriptions of running but with no reason why just wanna write a running scene lollll.

((Twigs snapped under Danny’s bare feet. Scrapes and scratches dug themselves onto his skin in a manner that only The Box Ghost level attacks could. His head snapped backwards as he reared towards a thick trunk of wood. His breathing escaped him in serval huffs and groans. He didn’t have time to stop. He couldn’t stop. Something was after him…The white suits were his confirmation that tonight had gone horribly wrong. Green lights echoed and groaned against the trees, shredding the bark around Danny. Tears threatened to fall against his deep neon green eyes. His lips curled up into a small scowl-his eyes half-lidded as he hurried into the gothic city..It must’ve been hours of running for as soon as he reached an alleyway and someone saw him..Dark..Dreams.No.Nightmares raged in his mind as his eyelids grew heavy falling into his person’s arms..Strange. They feel like him. Like himself. Like a halfa…

• Straight up- Jason summons Danny to be his date to a gala just to fuck with Bruce Wayne..

((The summoning was complete- why the God of The Dead wanted pop tarts and duck candles were beyond Jason. The markings, chalk, glowed a dangerous Lazarus green as the room dropped in temperature. Jason’s breath fogged and he felt heavy compared to the concrete warehouse. Ice and small burning stars etched onto thin air as if it were paper. A swirling void of green opened up on the floor by the chalk or rather in it��

“Sooo. You want me.Me? To go on a date with you?” Danny asked faking confidence. He was The Ghost King he can handle someone asking him out. Especially this tank of a man who when walks prolly his asscheeks slap.-Ok Danny calm your ass down!!

• Just straight up..

((Bruce Wayne had known Vlad Masters was a shady man, and had even shadier things going on in his life. Like how he mysteriously gained wealth in the sun of about 3 months-his net worth was now 19 million and while that was huge didn’t quite compare to Luther’s or Bruce’s himself. And yet when he got him to talk all he ever talked about was his Godson; one Daniel Fenton. Whom Vlad was apparently obsessed with. Me boy did Vlad talk about this boy. Of course at first he sounded like he generally cared about everything the boy did like he was often there, but it started to get creepier the more Vlad talked to Bruce. Now Bruce loved completing his children around others and making himself seem small compared to the rest of them, but even he didn’t go into obsessive rants about his children over the littlest of things—Like how Vlad got Daniel a telescope for the boy and in Vlad’s eyes he loved it and then raced about how good of a kid he was and that “Daniel’s father is a Baffon and *blah blah* Daniel must see everything I do for him is to keep him safe. Even going so far as to hurt him.” Poor Vlad “I’m obsessive over an almost 17 year old child and his mother” Masters about to get kicked in the face by Brucie “ I have a batcave in my basement and am ready to throttle people” Wayne.

[aewrie]

a very blunt rant that's been brewing for a while now honestly

you know it's fun (not) feeling like you're the only person on the face of the fucking planet with a particular experience. and then when puberty comes and sex ed starts actually touching on sex and consent and you try to figure out how that experience slots into all of that and it just fucking doesn't. and somewhere in there you flip flop between a vague sense of being more ~mature and experienced~ than your peers, and being a stupid idiot who should have known better and should shut up forever about your shameful secret

have you considered therapy? well yes, alas, money, and then even if that wasn't an ordeal and a half, there's the matter of how many times do i want to start off an interaction with a complete stranger with what amounts to so when i was seven and didn't know what sex was, another child, who definitely did know, molested me and i'm trying to gauge if you're going to make me feel better or worse about that

i tried once. net zero experience less or more. immediate regret as i watch my therapist struggle about it. it was obviously the first time she'd even heard of anything like this. but at least i told someone i guess. i think i had a mild anxiety attack during/after that session. way to start a day

Research estimates that over half of child sexual abuse offenses in the United States are committed by perpetrators under the age of 18. [x]

i was so fucking pissed when i first read that. you're telling me this is so fucking common and YET no one knows about it. no one talks about other than the people who experienced these things and a handful of others

but we can't talk about these things because that's gross and weird and what if someone got uncomfortable

it's been a year and then some since this whole thing came to a head and oops here i have a third (that's a pattern babey!!) fic (reasons i am particularly sleep deprived right now: vent fic instead of ok-ish amount of sleep a few days ago. a+ life choices all around) about the same damn topic and. i planned on making something, actually had it be a goal for last year, i had this poem, and then never could decide how i wanted to present it, and then aforementioned situation that among other things led to intermittent crying fits all the way up to ten months later, and i think it's perhaps better i didn't do anything aside extremely niche fanfic yet. fucking hell. i don't react to anything like that

also i still want to throttle someone over the fact that i didn't even know this was a thing until a few years ago

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

Abstract

I used the standard deviation and mean across four races of millionaires and non-millionaires, to calculate Z-scores, then plotted scores on a standardized Z distribution with quantiles. My research question was simple: If there is systemic racism in America, then why are there 1,621,600 Black millionaires? The fact Black Americans are normally distributed, similar to all the other races, in terms of being classified as net worth millionaires, is clear proof contrary to the proposition that America is systemically racist. Asian, White, Black, and Hispanic races were statistically the same on the standard normal distribution. However, White non-millionaires were the only race to have a significant, unusual z-score (-2.43), with a p. < .01 the chance of being a White non-millionaire in the United States is not random. Moreover, there are far too many Black millionaires for the evils of systemic racism in America to be real.

[..]

MY RESEARCH CLAIM AND HYPOTHESIS TESTING

I make the claim that there are far too many Black American millionaires for systemic racism to be a real thing. The odds of a Black American becoming a millionaire is favorable, with a 1 in 29 chance within the Black population, and 1 in 208 in the general population. I will prove my claim with simple Census bureau data (Jones et al, 2021) and computations of percentages and ratios of networth millionaires across four races: Black, White, Asian and Hispanic, both millionaires and non-millionaires. I stated my hypothesis the following way:

H1: No race of millionaires or non-millionaires will fall outside of a ±1.96 standard deviations of the mean of zero when z-scores are plotted along a standardized normal Z distribution with quantiles.

Why I rejected the Null Hypothesis

I tested the hypothesis based on the calculated z-scores plotted onto a standardized normal Z distribution. I rejected the hypothesis if any race fell outside of a ±1.96 standard deviations of the mean of zero. All four races were assumed normally distributed because of their huge populations and randomness, and the binary nature of race classification is White, not White, Black, not Black, etc. Millionaire status was the measure. Non-millionaire was a negative integer by necessity, as to calculate it, I subtracted the general population from the population of millionaires, by race.

I rejected H1; as p < .05: The White race of non-millionaires fell outside of a ±1.96 standard deviations of the mean of zero when z-scores were plotted along a standardized normal Z distribution quantiles. White non-millionaires have a z-score of -2.43, with a significant standard normal probability: p. = 0.00755.

A Throttled White Race?

Although there are more White people (with a z-score of 0.84, p. = .79955) who have achieved millionaire status, there are far more White people (with a z-score of -2.43, p. = .00755) who likely never will be millionaires. This fact is scientifically meaningful, because 95% of all z-scores should fall within ± 1.96 standard deviations of the mean of zero. Any z-score that falls outside of this range is significant at the p < .05 level of confidence, as z-scores falling outside this range is an indication the z-score is not a random or chance occurrence. The White race of non-millionaires is the only race that cannot be explained by random chance alone. The z-score of -2.43 for non-millionaire Whites is significant with a standard normal probability, p. = 0.00755, which is not by chance alone. The odds are 1 in 2 of not being a millionaire in the United States of America if you are White, and a z-score outside the -1.96 standard deviations when plotted on the Z distribution.

Therefore, it appears there could be a form of systemic racism in America, based on the z-scores plotted on the Z distribution, happening to White people. Some type of discriminatory activities appear to be happening to the White race of non-millionaires. Perhaps all the affirmative action laws and regulations has throttled their progress? Perhaps it is the constant bashing in main stream media about how White people are racist? It could be the number of divorces and household led by single parents. Perhaps the television broadcasters and talk show prognosticators who relentlessly paint pictures of doom-and-gloom for people of color against White people is having a deleterious effect? Who knows at this point the reason for this phenomenon?

What is now known is that White non-millionaires fall far outside the threshold of random chance, and that their status is likely due to a systemic problem. The White race appears to be throttled in the non- millionaire status. The reason for their being the only significant outlier deserves further exploration. There is no good reason as to why they were the only race to be significantly outside of a -1.96 standard deviation of the mean of zero. The chance of a White person falling between White millionaire and White non- millionaire status is 79.2%. On the other hand, the chance of a Black person falling between Black millioaire and Black non-millionaire status is 28.4%, for Hispanics, 38.0%, for Asians, 13.8%. This significant finding provides some evidence that systemic racism might be happening to the White race of non-millionaires. The formulas for calculating the z-scores, and probabilities found in the z-score tables for White, Black, Asian and Hispanic, millionaires and non-millionaires, are located in the Appendix.

SUMMARY AND CONCLUSION

People in media, have been implying that America is unfair to Blacks. Their claims have been shown untrue when millionaires by race are measured by z-scores on a standard normal distribution. Their claims go against the grains of credulity that any system designed to keep something out would be also actively seeking to let in the very thing it was designed to keep out. Black millionaires, 1.62 million of them, is a contradiction to the claim of systemic racism: financial independence is the aspirant goal of nearly every American. What are the astronomical odds of winning a $1.0 million Powerball drawing, for any race? What could those lottery expenditures be worth in 40 years? Ramsey (2022) argues that $100 per month is a 401(k) invested in an index 500 mutual fund, ROI of 11%, means $1.0 million or more in 40 years. Social and psychological options are either favorable or unfavorable (Bell, 2013). Getting rich is favorable options for any American.

Imagine a cooling system designed to cool an engine, which allowed the engine to overheat each time the engine was running. Every mechanic that I know would deem that system defective. Imagine a deep- sea diver wearing an oxygen canister which did not produce oxygen, but methane gas instead. There are numerous examples of design features in machines and systems which can be used to illustrate system failures, whether those features are mechanical or procedural. Systemic racism by design would treat Black, Hispanic and Asian American opportunities like varmints needing to be eradicated by systemic racist formulas; nevertheless, the system of holding Black, Asian and Hispanic Americans down is failing dramatically.

In order for the theory of systemic racism to hold true, there needs to be far fewer Black millionaires (approaching zero) in the USA. The odds are extremely favorable of being a millionaire, for Black, Hispanic, White and Asian Americans, which means the chances of becoming one, is very good! All races of millionaires are statistically the same on the Z distribution; z-scores for millionaires cluster between .065 and .85, just below +1 standard deviation above the zero mean. The odds of becoming a millionaire preclude the dictates of systemic racism towards people of color. The data shows that the volume of Black, Hispanic and Asian millionaires in America should not be possible in a system designed specifically to lock people of color out of the American Dream.

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The objective of the modern "antiracist" is to tell black people how hopeless life is for them, that there's no possibility of success or making something of themselves. Not coincidentally, that's also the same message of the old-school KKK.

[posthumanwanderings]

I’m so pissed off at my net provider as of the beginning of this year (when I feel like they purposely wanna fuck with me to make me pay for faster speeds). everything I do / watching vids / downloading etc is reasonably fast, but as soon as I want to stream a game on youtube they’re like “nah can’t let you do that” and my upload speed goes to shit. I read something recently about how youtube will overpower your cpu if you have adblockers on ANY tabs so knowing that (and I def noticed that) I have them all off when I start streaming but that still wasn’t the solution so idk what’s up. I’ll try again at an earlier time to see if it’s cause they were throttling I mean doing maintenance so we’ll see...

[mantleoflight]

Wrong Place, Wrong Time, Wrong Everything || Pt 1

Echo hauled on her jumpship's flight controls, dancing her ship between the simulated Vex debris. They'd found it - one of the core systems in the VexNet that regulated Vex travel. They'd come tracking in Vex from Neomuna and found not just an Incursion Vex Mind, but an entire system of data routes diverging like space lanes!

At its center was an enormous Vex Mind. Like a giant traffic controller, the Vex Mind, Laertes-α, had been assisting in the directing of each cast - The Sol Collective, Sol Divisive, the Encursionists, and numerous others she only happened to glimpse as they passed through the portals and data streams.

It was the Hub of Hubs and her fireteam and a set of others had been tasked with tearing it down. With their modified Jumpships, the three teams had managed to do just that. Unfortunately, dropping bombs on a load-bearing vex mind like Laertes-α, means the entire surrounding Vexnet goes down. And when it goes down, it goes down on top of whoever's inside.

"Oh, this was a bad idea," Echo growled between her mouth plates. Tapping her controls, she shifted the overshields to the front of her ship. A blue glow surrounded her ship as it pulled energy from the Vexnet, the turquoise light deflecting the shard-like debris that spattered along her ship.

A strained voice filled her comms as her other teammates wove between the debris. Bright kaleidoscope disks burst open and closed at random, forcing Echo to weave and juke between them. The first fireteam had already made it out, but the debris was coming from everywhere now, and destabilized gates were appearing and vanishing, sending in debris or pulling it away at random!

Her warlock teammate ducked and wove off her three-o-clock, trying and failing to keep in formation. "Lead, portals are popping up everywhere! I'm trying to keep clear, but they just keep cropping up!"

Echo grit her mouth plates before keying her comms.

"Alright, everyone! Line up high on my six! There's too much debris to fly horizon. Kal, bring your wing in behind Riggs. Stack together so you're not in each other's sights. Kal, you and I will fly add-clear with debris. Riggs, you fly center, keep us buffed with area overshields. If we can focus our firepower on the blocks in front of us, we'll be able to clear the way to our exit! Ghosts keep scanning for debris and Vex Gates and we'll make it out of this!"

"Roger that!"

With the confirmations ringing in her receivers, Echo steeled her light and took point, keeping herself just below Riggs' Sailing Shield to avoid being in his line of sight. This was going to be difficult, but with the pattern of debris and the randomness of the portals, this was the best she could come up with. Really, it was like playing Land Mine Vex edition! But with the Titan projecting his Light through his jump ship emitters and the two of them running their guns, Echo saw the odds a bit more in their favor.

"Alright! Keep on me!" She called and throttled forward. Like an angled worm, the three ships worked to fly in tandem, all three ghosts taking, processing, and sharing data as it came in. Echo kept an eye on her scanners her other on the Net space in front of her. As they went, their first target materialized and she made the call,

Shards of debris shattered under the force of energy and kinetic rounds, smaller bits sending ripples along their overshields as they flew. If Echo could sweat, her chassis would've been soaked right through, but as they dodged and maneuvered around the larger debris, vaporizing what they couldn't dodge, Echo felt almost excited that they were going to make it!

A ghost's voice snapped over the comms. "Debris vertical, Heavy, twelve-o-clock!"

"Split!" Echo shouted, shoving her nose down to duck her ship under a chunk of forward debris. She heard and saw the flash of energy rounds and the after-light of blue vexnet energy. "Report!"

"Kal here," came the warlock's tenor over the coms, "lost heavy weapons to debris but I'm heading back to Riggs' six!"

A low, gruff voice crackled over the comms after Kal. "Riggs here, I'm fine. Heading to the portal. You need an assist?"

Echo swooped her jumpship from under the colossal debris block aiming her nose back toward the formation. With the two larger blocks disintegrating with the net behind her, Echo shook her head habitually at the comms. "Nope! All clear down here. Rejoining formation behind Kal in 5 seconds! Head through and head home!"

.4.

"Rodger, Echo," Kal called back, "heading through!"

.3.

The titan's Sailing Shield vanished in a flash of light, passing through the brilliant swirl of the vex portal. Behind him, Kal's Brazen Spark flew in right after him.

.2.

Echo pulled the nose of her Velocimancer up, the shine of the vex gate glaring across her ship. She had almost nosed into the portal when--

.1.

"ECHO!"

A flash of blue white filled the cockpit as a new Vex portal opened, swallowing the Velocimancer before closing right behind it, leaving only the startled cry of the hunter's ghost hanging in the comm lines.

[oc-atelier]

🍀💀🎓

Weird combo but I'd love to know!

(Shhh that's totally okay oh my gosh! I love different types of combos of questions! :D) For this, I'll answer with my main WHA OC Leoht!

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

Leoht was actually inspired from a, "Create a Witch Hat Atelier OC," meme going around a few years ago! For each question that was on the prompt sheet, one comment on the post would decide what each part of him would end up being! So, it went something to the effect of this:

1.) Brimhat or pointy hat? Pointy hat

2.) Magic specialty? Lightning

3.) Forbidden body mods or occupation? Occupation: Using lightning magic in some form

4.) Where do they live? The Assembly/the Great Hall

5.) Color scheme? They have a dark color scheme with very vibrant details (imagining lightning striking through a dark cloud)

6.) Hat details? Inspired by Sailor Moon's Makoto's oak leaves crown

7.) Robe details? Very clean and elegant robe with decorations related to lightning; basically, the outside is very fancy, but inside has a thunder pattern and more chaotic?

(The final two that needed comments ( 8.) Extras? and 9.) Pen design?) I came up with myself)

And thus Leo's creation was assured thanks to a fun little meme all my friends were participating in at the time JJKLGSKLJGKJ

As for what inspired his personality as a character, even though he's since deviated from his original inspirations and has become his own thing over time, I definitely initially based his personality around really goofy, charismatic, not-a-single-thought-in-that-head and sunshine-y characters such as Flynn Rider and Rapunzel bc I was basically trying to make an OC that encapsulated my favorite character archetypes and mashing them all together

But nowadays he definitely has a nice balance of everything I love in my favorite character types, and I'm really happy with how far he's come in his development since then!

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?

Oh, absolutely! I'd say his biggest ones that affect him the most would be his fear of water, fear of thunder (ironically) and fear of heights.

His fear of water has been around for about as long as he can remember, though whether that fear is because he's afraid of the idea of drowning or because he's never learned how to swim is unclear even to him, but he has a feeling that the two kind of go hand-in-hand in contributing to his fear. He'll still go around smaller bodies of water like streams and the like, but anything bigger than that and he gets paranoid about tripping and falling in

His fear of thunder is more so due to the loud booming noise of it more than anything. Since he was little, he's always gotten rattled up by loud sudden noises, and thunder was no different. Even when he lived underwater via The Great Hall, the muffled noise of thunder above the surface was still enough to keep him awake at night, and once he moved into his professor's atelier for the first time and had to bare witness to thunder full-throttle without the safety net of the sea above him-- well, it really only further cemented a phobia he already had and cranked it up to an eleven

As for his fear of heights, Leo only really started developing a phobia of it when he was first learning how to fly with his shoes. One wrong glyph drawn on the soles of his shoes was all it really took to make him utterly terrified of flying high in the air like that again, and even though for a bit (after he met his childhood friend Elric, who tried his best to help Leo overcome that phobia) Leo seemed more or less calmer about heights than he used to be, after his and Elric's friendship ended out of nowhere during their youth Leo found his confidence in flying shaken and his ability to do so properly even more so. So, despite trying his hardest to hide his phobia of heights from those around him as an adult, all it takes is looking at his face once to realize he's completely and utterly horrified at the events that are unfolding that led him back into the air after so long spent deliberately avoiding it

🎓 - How long have you had the OC?

I've had Leoht living in my brain since January 13th, 2022 (but technically he was starting to exist on the 9th since I was brainstorming him around that time)! He's officially been around for the past two years now, and I'm honestly so beyond happy and proud of how much he's grown and developed as a character; and I'm even happier that I revisited his outfit design last year and gave him a much needed new and improved one since I was learning more about character design and how I wanted to incorporate the different elements I wanted for his character into his clothing; the colors are definitely a massive upgrade bc his old outfit colors were hideous to me JKJLKSJDKLG

[scary-movies-on-netflix]

CREATURE FROM THE BLACK LAGOON (1954)

I noticed that my reviews for anything before…um…2000 are a bit slim, so I’m going to review some “classic” horror movies.  Do they hold up?  In many ways, no.  In some ways, maybe?

Basically, some geologist somewhere along the Amazon discovers a weird petrified hand poking out of a rock formation.  He heads upriver for some extra scientists, and when he returns he finds that his men at the camp have been killed!  Nonplussed, the scientists continue with the excavation, but they do not find any more of the skeleton.  They decide to head to a nearby lagoon.  Whilst they swim and explore, we see the monster!  We also hear crashing drums and horns, because they just can’t let it be without always playing riotous music when it appears!  Miss Scientist, who always looks like a Hollywood starlet, goes for a swim, and the monster stares at her and creepily touches her legs.

Anywho, the monster gets caught in their fishing net, and they find one of its claws when it tears itself free.  They swim around some more and see the monster!  They shoot it with a spear.  Various hijinks occur.  Some of the boat crew are killed by the monster when it throttles them, or slashes their throats.  We can’t quite see.  The protagonists do manage to capture the monster at one point, but it escapes and mauls a scientist.  The scientists attempt to leave the lagoon, but the monster has blocked the way with a branch! Another scientist dies, but they manage to dislodge the branch, but then the monster captures Miss Scientist.  They chase the monster to a cave and pump it full of lead.  It swims away for a bit before dying.  The end.

What impressed me most about this was the guy who had to swim underwater in the monster outfit.  He had to swim without oxygen and perform maneuvers and stuff!  Also, one of the designers of the monster outfit was a Disney animator named Milicent Patrick, but the make-up artist stole the credit for 50 years!  So, yes we have a dude in a rubber outfit terrorizing people.  At least, the people aren’t mindless; they try to escape and devise a clever plan to escape.  The monster…turns out to be sympathetic.  It’s wandering away, after being shot a bunch of times, and the scientist says, “No, no more.  Let him go.”  Too bad, however, about that whole damsel in distress part.  “Final Girl” hadn’t been invented yet.