#tsid

[jeffbecerra]

It’s Friday, good morning for blasting some Possessed #TSID #possessed #deathmetal (at Worldwide) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cow0kUGLZkc/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[openbooth]

The best UUID type for a database Primary Key In this article, we are going to see what UUID (Universally Unique Identifier) type works best for a database column that has a Primary Key constraint. While the standard 128-bit random UUID is a very popular choice, you’ll see that this is a terrible fit for a database Primary Key column.

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[cyberaxolotl]

i think it’d be funny if the science grumps (triffany, snorpy, floofty) all had one subject that they’re just. really weak in

like, triffany was probably very strong in history and social studies, but she did poorly in math. floofty was strong in most science classes but had very poor creative skills. snorpy was great in physics and math but physical education was the worst for him

and these things don’t really come up in their adult lives until very particular situations like. if triffany is doing something and she has to calculate the date something was supposed to happen in comparison to a previous time in history, it’d take her a while to do it. calculating it wouldn’t be the hard part though, i think setting up the equation itself in her head would be difficult. floofty needing to make science diagrams and struggling to get the shapes smooth because they’re not art smart. Am i heard. i think the smart ones can have semi-random things that they are bad at

[shadow-draws-gta]

lil art dump of some The Summer I Died sketches (some Roger x Tooth in there too :O) so here you go :D I love this book it has my entire heart and soul.

Also I have some AUs I’m working on too… including a Hostel x TSID fanfic and/or fanart where Paxton and Roger meet because I think they’d get along, having a shared experience and all.

Pic 1 is of Roger (holding Tooth ooo) where I just practiced shading with the pencil tool on Ibis Paint and honestly I really like how it turned out! Pic 2 I also like, it’s just Tooth sleeping bless his heart. And then Pic 3 is just Tooth and Roger :3

…damn I just realised I forgot to draw Tooth’s hat in any of these.

[pomthoughts]

Finished these two horror books on my 4 hour road trip since it they were short enough. TSID> Brother

[legendaryandchic]

home things <3

https://www.argos.co.uk/product/9416217?clickSR=slp:term:electric%20heater:12:67:1

electric heater?

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Karcher cordless window vacuum cleaner

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[tammyhybrid21]

LAST OC POST(for now, not including the height charts at this time because bleh...).

This is Two Shots In Darkness. I love them. They're a Gen 1 iterator and have been through it. You can't see all the details and I don't want you to, but you need to know they will likely be making guest appearances in fics I write and are the one behind a certain plot device in my upcoming fic, whether that gets written or not...

Anycase, TSID is a bit of a special case, they got an eye replacement at some point and have been through repairs... old and tired yet looking forwards.

They're also friends with G/CW, because eh. Theming I suppose.

Don't have much more to say.

[lemondeabicyclette]

« Je fais des vidéos depuis plus de quatre ans, et il y a un message très cohérent que j'ai reçu encore et encore : "Tu dois visiter Montréal parce que c'est la meilleure* ville d'Amérique du Nord."

« C'est ce que j'ai fait. Je l'ai visitée et j'y ai passé une semaine, voyageant dans toute la ville à pied, à vélo et dans les transports en commun.

« Oh, et beaucoup de taxis. »

* selon des centaines de personnes qui m'ont contacté à propos de Montréal au cours des dernières années.

References and Further Reading

Montréal Metro Map

By STM/Calvin411 - http://www.stm.info/sites/all/modules/features/stm_metro/theme/images/map-interactive.gif, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=47187470

Montréal Transit Playlist - RM Transit

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLwoYcvp1EGSc8wQ1SvPLXdo9qpKvf7N8v

Calgary +15 Skywalk Network Walk l A Walk Thru Plus 15 Downtown Calgary Skywalk | Travel Calgary

A Dawn (YouTube, CC BY, Creative Commons Attribution licence (reuse allowed))

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jmRz-U5Yz_E

Montréal’s car-free streets return

https://www.mtl.org/en/experience/stepping-montreal-pedestrian-only-streets

Montreal's summer pedestrian streets are a hit. So why don't we keep them going?

https://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/montreal/montreal-pedestrian-streets-winter-1.6640701

'We are not welcome': wheelchair users demand space on Montreal's pedestrian streets

https://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/montreal/montreal-pedestrian-accessibility-1.6476400

Drivers say parking in Montreal is difficult. Experts say it should be

https://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/montreal/parking-solutions-montreal-1.6230219

Le REV : un réseau express vélo

https://montreal.ca/articles/le-rev-un-reseau-express-velo-4666

https://montreal.ca/en/articles/ebn-montreals-express-bike-network-4666

Amsterdam Bike Tour by Urban Planner Meredith Glaser

Propel (YouTube)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ku9ZlG8FYGc

Streetcars in Montréal

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Streetcars_in_Montreal

Borough councillors vote to remove Terrebonne bike path in NDG

https://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/montreal/terrebonne-bike-path-1.5717086

Hotly contested bike path in Montreal's west end will be revived with an all-new look

https://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/montreal/montreal-ndg-bike-path-terrebonne-1.7013226

VIA Rail schedule, Montréal to Toronto

https://www.viarail.ca/en/plan/train-schedules?searchByTrain=false&tsiDs=MTRL&tsiAs=TRTO&tsiDate=2024-08-01

Orange Julep photo:

http://www.bubblemania.fr/en/hermas-gibeau-orange-julep-fast-food/

Man in a Trenchcoat from The Eric Andre Show (s02e03)

The video contains footage licensed from Getty Images

[omg-kat]

♥A lot has happened since I hit 300 followers and posted the first draft of chapter one of my WIP, Stars and Mirrors project. I had a lot excellent feedback and I love you all so so much... SO since I’m now at nearly 500 followers, I figured I’d do another thing and post part one of Chapter Two (VERY RAW!!) Please don’t ask how many parts there will be because I have no idea lol  

For more information about my main WIP, themes, characters, and worldbuilding, click HERE!

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⚡️Stars and Mirrors - Raw first draft - Chapter Two - part one - The Many Faces of Tsid 🌙

Every question that rolled through her mind threatened to send Mica over the edge. She silently followed Tsid through the nondescript hallways, trying to focus on anything else. Unfortunately, the blinding white walls, glossy white flooring, and fluorescent lights behind white frosted screens, offered little to no distraction.

Where am I? Who are these people? What are they doing with my body? My body? How am I here if my body is there?

She looked down at her hands and stopped dead in her tracks. It felt like the wind had been knocked out of her, leaving her gasping and lightheaded.   

These are not my hands. These are not my hands!

She trembled violently. Her eyes burned with tears.

“Come child, everything will be alright,” Tsid’s thin fingers gently covered Mica’s, and she gave them a reassuring squeeze. Sobbing silently, Mica ambled through the plain white corridors. There were doors now, but they were all white too, with no way to tell them apart. She tried to keep track of their route, but the pure white had a disorienting effect. She felt herself getting lost, in more ways than one.

Tsid finally stopped at a plain door, completely indistinguishable from the others that they’d passed through the empty hallways. The interior offered a similar austere decor, with one bed, a small table, two chairs, and a doorway that led to a very small bathroom.

At least they changed up the color. Shit, I hate yellow but I’ll take anything over white at this point.

Tsid invited Mica inside, motioning for her to take a seat on the bed, and closed the door behind them.

“I’m sure you have many questions.” Tsid took a seat, sighing. Mica could only nod, fearing her own unfamiliar voice. “I promise you that we will answer every question you have. For now, though, you need to get some rest. Pulling your soul from an entirely different world must have been exhausting.”

The question bubbled out of Mica before she could stop herself, “Excuse me, my what? My-- my soul? A different world?” The words felt foreign in her mouth, and Tsid’s statement left her feeling even more distraught.

Why does it feel like I have to translate everything she’s saying?

“Tomorrow, my child. I promise.” Tsid smiled and leaned in, bringing the smell of mint and pipe tobacco. The smell should have been comforting for Mica, but it repulsed her for some reason. She pulled the sheets back, and Mica reluctantly slid underneath. Standing, Tsid stared down at Mica one last time before turning away.

“Sleep now, and Tsid will wake you with breakfast and some answers. The door will be locked tonight, for your own safety.”

Mica bolted out of bed as soon as the door shut, pressing her ear against it, and listened to the sound of Tsid’s fading footsteps. She waited for several moments after and then tried the knob. Locked. She stood, looking around. The sparse furniture, lack of windows, and featureless decor left her without hope to escape. Her head buzzed and throbbed, and she suddenly felt exhausted.

Wait, I haven’t seen a single window since I got here. Am I underground?

She suddenly remembered the strange sound the door made when it shut, sighing as if it sealed completely.

What is this place?

She lowered herself back down into the bed, and studied the strange holes on the yellow cream colored ceiling. Sleep felt so far away but her body had no energy to offer. I want to go home, she thought desperately. Tears rolled down her temples and the bed shook with her sobbing. Sleep eventually came, but her dreams would leave her feeling unrested come morning.

The door stands open slightly. Mica approaches and pushes it open. A mountain meadow lies before her. The door disappears behind her, but she barely notices. She inhales, smelling the wildflowers, listening to the twittering birds and chirping insects.

She notices a different door nearby. It looks like a cellar door, old and full of character with deep, red-brown wood and moss covered stone. A single white rose grows near the door. She leans down to smell it, caressing the velvety soft petals under her thumb.Clouds move and the sun drenches warmth upon her face. She closes her eyes, savoring the feeling. 

The peaceful moment ends too soon, though. Cold dread grips her heart as her thoughts drift to Tsid and the memory of her dead body being carried away. She can feel that familiar pressure behind her eyes, a threat of tears and a lump in her throat. It seems so cruel to see such beauty right now.

“Wake now, my child, you are safe.” Her eyes fluttered open, gasping for air. She could smell the woman already. Mica wanted to trust the smile that Tsid directed towards her, but that minty tobacco scent warned her like a vague old memory, too ancient and out of reach to actually remember clearly.

Tsid held out a glass of water, reaching up to touch Mica’s forehead with cold hands. “You were dreaming when I came in, do you remember?” Mica shook her head, reluctant to share the dream. “Oh. You were sobbing, are you alright now?” Mica silently nodded, accepting the glass and taking a sip.

Sighing, Tsid moved to take her place at the small table. Mica followed, stomach growling at the sight of food. For one terrible second she was afraid she’d find the food as unfamiliar as everything else she’d seen in the last twelve hours. Fortunately, the plate was filled with steaming sausages and potatoes, or something so similar it may as well be bangers and mash.

Feeling oddly comforted after shoveling a good portion of her food down her throat, Mica leaned back and studied Tsid once more.

“I’m ready to ask my questions,” she said, taking a smaller bite this time.

Tsid smiled, “Ask away.”

Mica was quiet for a moment as she tried to organize her questions. This failed so she picked one that was gnawing at her the most. “These,” she said, waving her hands in front of her, “are not my hands.” Her mouth was still full, but she didn’t care about being polite at the moment.

“That’s not exactly a question, my child,” Tsid said, her smile never faltering.

“Yeah but it’s a statement that begs clarification, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Alright, you are correct. Those are not your hands.”

“Whose hands do they belong to?”

“They belonged to Cyra, but they belong to you now.”

Cyra, that name… It was another memory, an idea, something vague but comforting. A dream that Mica couldn’t remember. “Who is Cyra?” she asked.

Tsid’s smile remained as she rose to pace the room, “Cyra was supposed to be our friend. She betrayed us,” she said, “and she chose to leave, rather than to help us.” She stopped and turned away, “We had no choice, don’t you see? You now possess a body with such enormous potential. We need you.” She turned around again, facing Mica. Her eyes were wide and wild.

My body? “My body? Where is my body?” Mica asked, trying to take control of the conversation once again. Derailed, Tsid withdrew slightly.

“Your body didn’t make it, unfortunately. We’d hoped to keep it around for you, but the trip between worlds had quite a negative effect. Actually, you’re lucky Cyra’s body was here, otherwise you would have died along with your own body.”

It was all too much to take in, but Mica managed to move on to another impossible question, “So, I’m not even on earth anymore?”

“Earth? That’s what you called your world? Not very creative, is it?” She sat down, across from Mica once again. “No, my dear. This is Amaran. More specifically, we’re near the mountains of Kavria at the moment.” Tsid said, studying Mica’s face.

Kavria. Another familiar yet foreign word, offering sense memories, like the ones Mica felt when someone mentioned her own home, Sweetwater, Wyoming. Or even her second home in Chicago. She’d do anything to see the mountains in Wyoming one more time. It was all so much to take in. She sat there, quietly thinking for probably too long. Tsid was patient, though, watching Mica in her introspection.

Mica’s unfamiliar voice sounded raw as a terrible thought hit her, “I can’t go home anymore, can I? I mean, even if you could send me home… Shit. I don’t even have my own body to go back in.”

Tsid did not respond. The truth, the answer, was in the question itself.  “Finish your food and rest more. You’ll have plenty of time to ask more questions later, and I’ll need much from you in return.”

The door closed before Mica could respond. She sat in silence, reeling from the information she’d just learned.

I can’t go home. Ever. My body is dead.

She looked down at her hands once again.

These hands. They’re not mine. This body will never be mine and I’ll never have my body back.

She didn’t even have a chance to fight the terror that overcame her. She buried her face in her pillow, sobbing loudly. It wasn’t fair. At least she got to say goodbye to her roommate, Amber, but she left so many things unsaid. And her parents...

Oh god, my parents. They’re going to look for me. Forever. They’re going to grow old looking for me.

♥ OK that’s it, party people. Sorry, that was a long one... and I haven’t done much proofreading on this yet, so mistakes are definitely expected XD ♥

[ideagoras]

[cyberaxolotl]

heem heem i fucking. need to make a fluff fic after the snaktooth island disappearances is complete. i make so much grimdark and a little slice of life but just some good fucking fluff would be so MM MM

“beloved date” was my most recent long fluff fic and that was in november. God i am fueled on grimdark but i need to write some cuddles. just snuggles

maybe i’ll do the thing i said about one stealing their partner’s clothes

but first. TSID finale. because i know a lot of people are on excitement because of the cliffhanger

[shadow-draws-gta]

a small TSID comic cross-posted from Instagram :D

[sebnameyourcar]

What is, in your expert opinion, the Best Seb™? TR? Red Bull? Ferrari? Or AM? also I love your blog asdghh. I hope you're having a great night ✨

see there areeee different factors!!! in terms of pure strength as a driver? red bull seb without a shadow of a doubt . also when i was 8 i was in love with him. i still am but i digress. but ALSO but like,,,, AM seb holds such a special place in my heart like he’s rediscovering his love of the sport as we watch!! it’s amazing!! this maybe wasn’t coherent. anyway!!!

thank youuuuuyy you’re so sweet 🥺 here, as a treat:

[dinopant]

Yall remember that five seconds when someone tried to claim they knew who the 'roommates' from that oh my God they're roommates video were

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With Afghanistan crumbling under Taliban territorial gains, all I'll say is that regardless about your thoughts about how the US-led two-decade-long campaign coming to a close, I do urge you to focus on the Afghans themselves.

Because you just know how the Taliban is gonna treat folks, especially women, who haven't toed the lines of their social conservatism. And we also know how they are gonna treat anyone who has worked with the West.

Honestly, for those already stuck in Tally-controlled lands... things are probably bleak. But there are many who, if lucky, are gonna be fleeing the country (especially coalition partners). That's in the short term; in the long term, there's likely to be a wave of refugees.

But I'm not here to "WhY iS nObOdy tALkINg aBOuT tHIs"

While it's easy to just be outraged or whatever, it is also possible to do something. Even if it's a little bit.

For those who manage to get out and settle over here, they will need help. Both in terms of resources and in being welcomed. For the latter, if you know of Aghans being settled in your community, it's always worth reaching out to local orgs.

For the former, there are lots of charities dealing with funding transport and resettlement of Special Immigrant Visa holders.

A very well-established one is No One Left Behind (as of Aug 13, all donations done within a hundred hours goes towards plane tickets for SIVs):

https://web.charityengine.net/Default.aspx?tsid=17640

Another charity is Keeping Our Promise, which focuses on helping Afghans who are settling in Rochester, NY. Attached to it was a GoFundMe that's now closed (it made twice the goal within a day, so the organizer wants to allow other cities to get funded) but is still a good reference by having links to both that charity and others.

https://www.gofundme.com/f/miltwitter-cares-resettlement-assistance

If you want something with a bit broader focus, or you have hangups about dealing with something related to the US military, I do recommend the International Rescue Coalition:

https://www.rescue.org/country/afghanistan

This is just the ones I scrounged in short order. I am open to any other good charities and organizations focused on Afghan refugees and settlement. Especially non-American ones. You can drop them in the comments or reblogs, and I'll make another masterlist.

And it goes without saying that if you are searching for a charity, you vet them with full scrutiny.

And also, if they are the type to listen to such appeals, it's always worth contacting your reps or media outlets to make noise about allowing more refugees into the US.

Not only would taking in the huddled masses be a drop in the bucket cost-wise compared to the billions upon billions the US and allied nations poured into the war, it's our responsibility after being there for two fucking decades and letting the people out of sight/mind for the majority of the citizenry.