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dustedmagazine · 2 years

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Elkhorn — Distances (Feeding Tube)

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Train by Elkhorn

Elkhorn has always been a duo of two guitarists—Jesse Shepherd on acoustic and Drew Gardner on electric—locked for long periods in an improvisatory trance. Together, but not exactly in sync, the two set up folk-blues atmospheres and puncture them with transcending, psychedelic eruptions. Their pieces move organically from one idea to another, at the lumbering, ruminating speed of wordless communication, and you get the sense that, on another day, at another time, they might move in an entirely different direction.

For Distances, they have added a pair of drummers. Ian McColm played with David Shapiro and Stefan Christiansen in the drone-ambient outfit Nagual through the Teens; he has also collaborated with Daniel Bachman, Tashi Dorji and Nate Scheible, the other drummer on the disc. Scheible is similarly well connected, a veteran of Mean Crow (with Luke Stewart) and Scarcity of Tanks. The two percussionists perform the same kind of free-wheeling exchange as Sheppard and Gardner, with each other and with the two guitarists. They move in loose conjunction, sharing a beat, but seeing it differently, one walloping a tom while the other strikes shimmery, slither-y cymbal tones, one nailing the time with rimshots on snare, the other setting off wild, flaring fills. You can hear that there are two of them if you listen closely, but it’s hard to say where one ends and the other picks up.

The drumming is the wild card in Distances, an album that shakes up Elkhorn’s meditative sound and makes it more visceral, ominous and live. You can hear it best in “1919,” the second-longest track, which like all four of these pieces begins in finger-picked shimmer and ends in free-roaming, electrified jam. In the middle, though, sits just under two minutes of percussive interplay. The two drummers enter a conversation, one rolling chaotically over the toms, the other building a buzz in snare fills punctuated by cymbal explosions. They run at each other at angles, on the same beat, but approaching from different directions, meeting, conflicting, melding where they touch, jumping off of one another’s ideas. It ends as abruptly as it began and ushers in a placid sunshine of acoustic again, the buzzing dissonance of electric guitar looming up through it.

Different parts of Distances will remind you, at least tangentially, of different artists. The slow, repeated, blues-steeped swagger of “Train,” for instance, sounds a lot like Jonathan Kane’s transcendent chugs. The clean lines of electric melody in “1919” evoke Richard Bishop in Rangda. Bits of Chris Forsyth’s psychedelic riffery peek through “Wilderness.” And yet, what they sound like most is Elkhorn, enlarged and enlivened and evolving, but nonetheless themselves. You’d have to add more than a couple of drummers to change that.

Jennifer Kelly

#dusted magazine #albumreview #jennifer kelly #elkhorn #distances #feeding tube records #electroacoustic music #improvised music

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transgendz · 10 months

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🚨Emergency!!!🚨

My roommate has been in and out of the ER for 2 weeks now due to disability complication that have very nearly killed him. We need help affording food, especially his feeding tube formula, and this weeks rent due Wednesday. We also need some household goods. We had a post with a goal, but it was made hastily, and a lot had changed since so this is a new goal, it'll take care of everything for a bit over a week and get him some formula.

Dm me for proof or details

I have his hospital records, formula website/receipts, etc. I'll do art when things settle down for anyone who gives $50 and messages me at my art blog @theartistrans

$creepiecrippl

V: @tab-99

$183/$1,020

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fatasmagoria · 5 months

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Coming back from the dead to propose a s@w-themed rapid fattening prompt.

Imagine a lithe and slim individual, probably a personal trainer or fitness influencer, who takes pleasure in mocking and bullying their larger clients and any fat person they see on the street. One night, they go to sleep and wake up in a dirty room, their hands bound above their head and a trap door under their feet (although the trap door seems a little stiff.)

A TV in the corner switches on, revealing a creepy puppet with a garbled voice.

“I’d like to play a game. For years, you have ridiculed those larger than yourself. As a fitness coach, you should be inspiring and uplifting, but your mere presence brings shame and embarrassment to so many. You seem more than eager to prescribe fad diets to people and shill your services, so why don’t you give a demonstration?

Under your feet is a trap door that will only open once a weight limit has been reached. You must reach the target weight of 300 pounds in ten minutes. Your progress will be shown via the scale in front of you. If you fail to hit this goal, even by a single pound, the walls will collapse inwards and you will be crushed to death.

A funnel will drop from the ceiling once this recording has finished. It will provide you with the necessary calories to grow.

Live or die. Make your choice.”

Sure enough, a plastic tube emerges from above the influencer and a timer starts on the wall. The scale shows a small figure: 130lbs. A perfect weight for their size. At first, they try screaming, thrashing around and tugging at the restraints to no avail. They try jumping on the trap door. Nothing. Staring at the tube in disgust, they knew they had to bite the bullet.

Oh well. Their metabolism would deal with all this, wouldn’t it? It’s not like they would just magically digest hundreds of pounds of food instantly.

Food, as it turned out, was an overstatement. It was more akin to sweet, fatty slop. They grumbled at the taste, but their fear of death kept them focused. Their belly rapidly expanded to hold all of the liquid, popping out of their tight tank top as if they were pregnant. But strangely, the bloating subsided almost instantly. Instead, their belly started to feel warm, before softness overwhelmed their middle in two small rolls, growing larger with every gulp.

They closed their eyes, despite their horror and anguish, but that didn’t stop them from feeling the effects of the liquid. Their body felt warm all over as it expanded like bread dough in the oven. Their slender figure evaporated, swaddled with layers of softness. Stick-like thighs melted into jiggling slabs of meat, and their cheeks started to rise, squishing their mouth together over the nozzle of the feeding tube. Their ass become two powerful globes of flab, wobbling as they guzzled relentlessly. Their pubic area swallowed their genitals with ease.

At that point, their clothes gave up the fight, seams popping and ripping. Holes in their clothing gave room for even more growth. And the crown jewel of their body was their newly grown belly that was already beginning to sag with the excess weight. Flabby tits rested lazily on top of it, already burst free from the confines of their tiny shirt.

The numbers on the scale were almost tipping 300. Almost. The trap door was creaking under their feet, unable to take the pressure.

280…

281…

A sudden rush of gas flooded their guts, and they leaned back from the tube to belch. At the same time, their legs were getting tired. Gone were the days where they could easily run a marathon. Fully nude, save for the underwear wedged tightly in between their ass cheeks, the former fitness trainer began to feast from the tube again, weeping as their once-skinny body was destroyed.

294…

295…

Almost done…

As the scale hit 300, lots of things happened at once.

Exhausted, their knees gave out, and they thundered ungracefully to the floor, shockwaves rippling in their gelatinous fat. The restraints that were once holding their wrists exploded from the sudden pull of weight, and they noted how puffy said wrists had become, alongside their thick, sausage digits.

The trap door sprang open, and they fell heavily into a pit below. Another juicy burp pushed its way out of them. They looked up to see the room above collapsing, the walls pressed together. Dazed, the newly-formed fatty watches dumbly as the mastermind of the trap strides towards them.

“Congratulations. You are still alive. I would say that you should appreciate life more now, but, ah…”

The mastermind rubbed his face exhaustedly.

“We might need a forklift to get you out of here.”

#fatty #feedisn #female wg #male wg #wg teasing #wg text #wg story #rapid weight gain

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bethanythebogwitch · 6 months

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It's too bad Halloween was yesterday because I would have done a Wet Beast Wednesday on something creepy, like the tongue-biting isopod. It's not though, so so I'm dipping my toes into echinoderm science and talking about crinoids. While crinoids are the least famous echinoderms, being overshadowed by their relatives the starfish, sea urchins, and sea cucumbers, they are extremely well-represented in the fossil record. We know of far more extinct crinoid species than living ones.

(imag id: a crinoid attached to a rock. It is a long, slender stalk with multiple threadlike protrusions emerging from it. At the top is a crown that looks like a flower composed of feathery appendages. It is while all over)

As with all echinoderms, crinoids are bilaterally symmetrical as larvae for become radially symmetrical while adults. It is hypothesized that the ancestor of all echinoderms was a bilaterally symmetrical animal that evolved to become radially symmetrical as adults. This places echinoderms in the same clade as all other bilaterally symmetrical animals, including mollusks, arthropods, most worms, and all vertebrates. You are more closely related to a starfish than a starfish is to a jellyfish. Crinoids are one of those animals like anemones that look more like flowers than animals, which is why they're also called sea lilies. A typical juvenile crinoid consists of a stalk with a holdfast on one end and crown on the other. The stalk is segmented and made of porous calcified material called ossicles, which are attached to each other by discs. This is the part of a crinoid that fossilizes most easily and a great many crinoid fossils are only known from their stems. The holdfast is a root-like structure that attaches the crinoid to a substrate. Crinoids that attach to a hard surface have a branching holdfast to grip on while crinoids that attach to sediment have a thick, stalk-like holdfast that penetrates into the substrate like a tree's taproot. The crown is the part that looks like a flower and consists of two parts: the theca/calyx/arboral cup and the rays. The theca is shaped like a cup and has a mouth in the center. The mouth connects to a simple u-shaped gut that leads to an anus near the mouth. The rays are analogous to the arms of a starfish. All echinoderms have 5 symmetrical body segments and crinoids have five rays, though they usually branch after emerging from the theca, resulting in up to a few hundred total rays. The rays are segmented like the stalk and can curl up. Crinoids will curl up their arms and pull them in to protect them. The rays are used in feeding. Crinoids are passive suspension feeders that wait for plankton and organic particles to be carried into the rays by the current. Each ray is covered by flexible appendages called pinnules that give the rays a feathery appearance. Each pinnule is covered by tube feet that are coated in sticky mucus. When a food particle hits the tube feet, they grab on and transfer it to the center of the ray, which contains a canal called the ambulacral groove. The groove is filled with cilia that carry the food particle down to the mouth. All crinoids take this form during their juvenile phase, but only a few modern species retain it for their entire lives. Most modern species will shift into an adult form where the stalk falls off and the theca becomes free-swimming. These are often called feather stars. Both stalked crinoids and feather stars can use their rays to pull themselves along the substrate, but feather stars can also wave their rays around to swim. Swimming allows feather stars to more readily avoid danger and become more active in their attempts to catch food.

(image: a diagram of crinoid anatomy. source)

(gif id: a feather star swimming. It looks like a bunch of black-and-white striped feathers attached to a central disc. The arms are undulating, propelling the feather star through the water)

Crinoids are dioecious, meaning individuals are either male or female. In most species, the gonads are in the pinnules closest to the theca. The gonads actually swell up and cause the pinnules to burst and release the gametes. Different species have different strategies. In some, both sperm and eggs will be released into the water column. In others, only the males broadcast sperm which the females use to fertilize their eggs. The eggs are withheld by the mother, either by gluing them to her arms or incubated in sacs on the arms. The larvae, called vitellaria, are free-swimming and bilaterally symmetrical. They will swim for a few days before dropping to the substrate and attaching. They then metamorphose into juveniles.

(image: a diagram showing a crinoid progressing through multiple developmental stages from fertilized egg to larva. source)

The fossil history of crinoids dates back to the Ordovician period (485-444 million years ago), the period between the Cambrian and Silurian. While echinoderms and even stalked echinoderms existed during the Cambrian, the oldest definitive crinoid fossils are Ordovician and it's unclear which extinct group that crinoids evolved from. For over two hundred million years, crinoids were extremely diverse and were dominant sessile filter feeders, beating out anemones and corals. The mass extinction at the end of the Permian dealt a major blow to crinoids that they never recovered from, causing them to lose their dominance and become much less morphologically diverse. The Permian mass extinction is a fascinating period of history as it was the single greatest mass extinction in the history of Earth. The early Triassic saw a mass adaptation to more flexible and motile body plans in response to increased predation. It's not clear when feather stars entered the picture, though they may have come about due to predation in the Triassic. Some extinct crinoids had different survival strategies than modern ones. The genus Pentacrinites attached themselves to driftwood and floated through the open ocean. They would have been like floating islands of diversity moving through the oceans with lots of other animals following for food and shelter. A fact that gets passed around a lot is that the largest fossil crinoid ever found (Taxocrinus saratogensis) was 40 meters (130 ft) long. That isn't true and seems to stem from a misprint. It was actually 40 ft (12.2 m) long, which is still fucking enormous. Crinoids today don't get anywhere near as large as extinct ones could. Fossil crinoids measuring many meters in stem length are well documented while ones alive today never even reach a meter long. Crinoid fossils are extremely common and can be used to provide relative dates to nearby fossils. In some places, enough crinoid parts fossilized near each other that they became clustered together in sedimentary rocks called encrinites.

(image id: a fossil imprint of many crinoids attached to a piece of driftwood. The imprints ore in a flat, tan rock. The driftwood imprint looks like a long, dark blob. The crinoids have long, curved, and overlapping stems and fan-like crowns at the top. Fossil found at the Houston Museum of Natural Science)

#wet beast wednesday #crinoid #sea lily #feather star #echinoderm #paleontology #marine biology #biology #zoology #ecology #invertebrate

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cirrus-ghoulette · 4 months

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our talks from the last few days and then your pregnant copia made me go combine, so... what about pregnant chronically ill infirmary dew? got any thoughts on that?

I do! I've annoyed @marsohthree and @everybodyshusband so much about this in the past.

Nobody knew that Dew could even *get* pregnant. His heats and periods both stopped, either from the weight he'd lost or the medication he was on.

The kit is so tiny that he doesn't even look pregnant until the third trimester. He gets sick most days anyways, so that hides the morning sickness, and any growth can be put down to bloating.

They only realise when his HCG levels are off during a blood test.

Of course, Dew wasn't happy about it when he found out. His pack, on the other hand...

Rain had fainted. Cumulus squealed. Aether just zoned out as he thought about all the things that could go wrong. Swiss found out, then bounced on the spot for a solid minute while going "Fuck yes! Fuck yes! Fuck yes!"

Omega had to increase the quantities of Dew's tube feeds as he's now 'eating for two'. He has one big feed bag and one little feed bag for every feed.

Dew doesn't even have to worry about buying maternity clothes. His tummy never gets big enough. He just wears oversized t-shirts and hoodies, steals Cirrus' bras when his chest comes in (she's not happy about that).

When Omega scans his tummy, it's just one kit, which is VERY unusual for ghouls. Ghouls always have litters. But sure enough, there's just one teeny tiny kit nestled in between the V of his hips. Dew gets a recording of the kit's quick, fluttery heartbeat and plays it on repeat whenever he's alone.

The ghouls all try to figure out whose kit is in there. Little do they know, the kit is a multighoul with a little bit of each of the pack members in it.

#ghost #ghost band #ghost bc #papa emeritus #headcanons #dew #dewdrop #nameless ghoul #Cw pregnancy #Pregnancy #Ghoul pregnancy #Cw mpreg #sodo ghost #sodo ghoul #nameless ghoulette

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dougdimmadodo · 1 year

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Chambered Nautilus (Nautilus pompilius)

Family: Nautilus Family (Nautilidae)

IUCN Conservation Status: Unassessed

The fossil record shows that hard external shells were common among early cephalopods, but today the six living species of nautilus are the last cephalopods to retain the external shells of their ancestors, limiting their agility and flexibility but providing them with a highly effective defence against predators (primarily octopuses and large fish) and granting them a high degree of control over their buoyancy: within the shell of a nautilus there are several chambers with a tube-like structure across which gas and water can be transferred, known as a siphuncle, running between them - by filling a chamber with gas the nautilus can increase its buoyancy, by filling a chamber with water it can decrease its buoyancy, and by balancing the number of gas-filled chambers and water-filled chambers it can maintain neutral buoyancy. The Chambered Nautilus is the largest living nautilus (with exceptionally large individuals having a shell diameter of up to 25cm/10 inches, although smaller sizes are more typical), and can be found in the Indian and western Pacific oceans where it typically inhabits shallow coastal waters and coral reefs. It swims by forcing water out of a flexible tube-like structure near its head called a siphon (which can be aimed to alter its direction of movement), and feeds largely on carrion and detritus which it locates using a pair of chemical-sensitive structures that protrude from above its eyes, known as rhinophores. Although they lack true tentacles, Chambered Nautiluses possess as many as 90 small limbs beneath their eyes (called cirri), which lack the strength and adhesive suction cups of the limbs of squids and octopuses but are capable of grasping carrion (as well as the occasional live animal, such as small crabs) and transporting it to the small, parrot-like beak hidden beneath them. When food is abundant Chambered Nautiluses often gorge themselves, storing excess food in a muscular pouch-like organ called a crop where it can be slowly released into the stomach when it is needed. Chambered Nautiluses reproduce by laying eggs (which are typically hidden in cracks in rocks or between lobes of coral, and hatch after about a year into small but fully-developed young instead of the larvae seen in most cephalopods), and while most cephalopods reach maturity, mate and die within just a few years nautiluses are relatively long-lived, reaching maturity at around 5 years old and potentially living for 15-20 years. The interior of a Chambered Nautilus’ shell is lined with a beautiful silvery substance known as nacre or mother-of-pearl which helps to protect the internal organs if the outer shell is damaged, and the demand for nacre (as well as full nautilus shells) for use in decorations and jewellery has led to a high rate of both legal and illegal hunting of this species, resulting in the Chambered Nautilus being classified as a CITES Appendix II species in 2016 (essentially meaning that they are not currently threatened with extinction, but are now legally protected so as to prevent them from being put at risk of extinction in the future.)

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Image Source: https://www.inaturalist.org/taxa/123467-Nautilus-pompilius

#Chambered Nautilus #Nautilus #naurtiluses #nautiloids #cephalopods #zoology #biology #Teuthology #animal #animals #marine wildlife #marine biology #cephalopod #wildlife

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bandcampsnoop · 3 months

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1/17/24.

Volksempfänger are Ajay Saggar (Bhajan Bhoy) and Holly Habstritt. They are based in North Holland, Netherlands (I think). Ajay Saggar apparently had an active 2023 with three different releases.

"Attack of Sound" is the last of those releases. This LP truly lives up to its name. Other posts have mentioned Phil Spector, Detroit, MC5, and My Bloody Valentine. Agreed - but Holly Habstritt's vocals give this a distinct pop feel too. I can't help but think of Grass Widow and Shadow Show when I listen to this.

This is a co-release between Cardinal Fuzz (UK) and Feeding Tube Records (Massachusetts).

#Volksempfänger #Netherlands #North Holland #Ajay Saggar #Bhajan Bhoy #Holly Habstritt #Grass Widow #Shadow Show #Phil Spector #Detroit #MC5 #My Bloody Valentine #Cardinal Fuzz #Feeding Tube Records #Bandcamp

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blaqueswanzaghouliishiilikeda · 1 year

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iwtv ep 5 rewatch thoughts

opening with the scene within which i have built a home and become a permanent resident. right here in the moment rashmand smiles stupidly and louis slonks (🤭) every last drop of his blood. how anyone thinks they’re boring idk idk idk

they are being clear here that this isn’t consumption for the sake of sustenance. this is bloodletting as sex play and as power play. Danny is not having dinner. so its clear that this isn’t feeding as a meal but it is feeding as sexual exhibition at its most delicious. Danny is reading about claudia’s violent acts via the written recording of her victim’s last words while loumand basically vampire fuck at the other end of the table. this is also setting up the sexual violence to come for claudia and also for louis.

i think it is intentional that louis is the one feeding from armand for several reasons. one being because of what lestat does to him, which we see later on. this is power play for louis in a setting where he has voluntarily and possibly in some aspects dubiously relinquished control over to his lover armand. also bc of the connection between daniel and armand. they are revealing rashid as armand slowly here and his and louis’ involvement with daniel in the past. Daniel isn’t dumb. they know he can figure out the inconsistencies of louis drinking from armand and louis drinking from damek. this leads to daniels curiosity about how armand tastes like and his weight and louis puts daniel’s hidden attraction out on display against his wishes to throw him off. and daniel orders rashid around to take back some power.

i also think it’s a call back to the power dynamic of their first meeting. louis has power over daniel, and it seems he’s the one in control of the entire situation but then he checks in with armand before moving forward. in this moment in the present dubai 2020 setting louis has power over daniel (regardless of him no longer being that naive young man) and he plays the role of the one with the power over rashid, but the power he is receiving is from armands 500+ year old blood that he is offering to louis as the character he is playing. lord take me.

i think it’s interesting that daniel is feasting on claudia’s private memories but objects to louis reading and exposing his personal thoughts. even tho louis has shown time and again that he does that and would do it again. choices/consent is the big issue in this episode.

Daniel: man with green vest: please no. man with fat fingers: please stop. window washer: i can’t die like this. woman with purple shoes: please. boy with inner tube and dog: let my dog live. please no. please stop. stop. oh here’s a good one—man in the last row of The Son of Sheik picture show: You said you had cigarettes.

this is the first recounts we hear him read from claudia’s journal—claudia, who did not get a say in whether her voice and story be used by louis, armand and daniel in this way. He reads this and it’s clear that he [daniel] hadn’t actually consented to being the voyeur of loumand’s sex play given his visible discomfort/agitation. He continues anyways, trying his best to focus on the task at hand and not his bisexual longing for the men at the other end of the table bc even with everything he is reading and witnessing he is still attracted to them in all their insanity and monstrosity.

im interested in the fact that he pointedly reads out (“here’s a good one”) the misleading nature of the last one. “You said you had cigarettes.” i think it speaks to the fact that daniel came here to dubai for a supposed second interview and is slowly but surely realizing he is getting something else entirely. he continues “School teacher, guard your heart. i’m trying to think of something more fucked up than this.” he could be just talking about what claudia has written, but i think it’s also the fact that this is the section of his reading that loumand have chosen to be overtly sexual in front of him for as he reads. all this and he doesn’t even know yet of rashid being armand and his role in claudia’s death, though i’m sure he’s having suspicions of everything by now. also that louis, with being faced with the piece of claudia he doesn’t like to acknowledge, the monstrosity of her vampire nature, focuses of drinking from armand the man who killed his beloved daughter (something he said about “i run to the bottle” etc. etc). it does in fact get more fucked up danny.

and when armand implies that daniel is no better by revealing the danger it poses on louis and exposing louis’ suicidality without his permission (“he lives to share these opinions even when they are not solicited”) and revealing he doesn’t even want this book to happen, louis fights back by leaning into his power over daniel and exposing his thoughts about armand, and continues to, even when danny makes it clear his thoughts were not being voluntarily shared—that he did not want louis in his mind at all. he even interrupts rashmand in the middle of telling daniel he wouldn’t let him near his neck to offer up more information abt rashid (much to armands annoyance) that clearly isn’t even true after reading daniel’s mind again when daniel just explicitly told him not to. and when louis does that daniel fights back by leaning into his perceived power over rashid—louis’ servant—by demanding more of something to drink without even looking at him. and at this armand picks up his lil ipad and leaves without even picking up daniel’s glass, being the one who is actually the most powerful in the room. this is crazy. this is actually insane.

all this and armand is the one who killed claudia!!!! the only one who doesn’t get to fight back against her agency being taken from her in this scene!!! i’m going to fucking throw up. who is bored with them!? they are literally putting on thee insane sexy bdsm emo freaks show like…

“ The Son of Sheik” also alludes to the upcoming sexual assault btw. It’s a sequel to “The Sheik” where the protagonist is the son of the sheik in the first film who falls in love with a traveling dancer Yasmine. He rapes her out of retaliation for having been kidnapped and later whipped, which he believes to be her fault bc she is falsely accused of it. like in this episode and like claudia, yasmine’s rape is strongly implied in the movie with the use of pointed language and a scene cut.

this scene closes out with daniel pointing out he can’t get to accurate statistics of claudia’s murders to corroborate her accounts whether he thinks its more or less than what she recounts im unsure. louis points out that he wouldn’t be able to get an accurate account anyways bc of their disposal practices and how cities tend to downplay the dangers within them. daniel wanting all the details and louis making it clear he will have to accept that he can’t always have all the details will be a point of contention later on as we know.

#iwtv ep 5 rewatch #louis de pointe du lac #rashmand #armand #daniel molloy #claudia #iwtv #mw posts #hoping this makes sense

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dustedmagazine · 2 years

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Kool Music—Dagobah (Feeding Tube)

Dagobah by Kool Music

Kool Music, the improvisatory electric guitar project of Jasper Baydala, floats wandering, contemplative tones out over the ether. Slow, rounded notes hang on like mirages; you have plenty of time to consider how pretty they are. Phrases unspool in an exploratory way, cutting cerebral shapes against the quiet. Quiet harmonies resolve questioning phrases, as if the artist had been wondering about something, then suddenly struck on the answer.

Baydala is a bit of a renaissance man: not just a musician, but a visual artist, writer, actor and videographer. Still, there’s no real sense of cross-disciplinary conceptualism or even, really, a narrative arc in Dagobah. Baydala listens closely to the sounds that an electric guitar can make, gives them the space to move and evolve, then moves ahead.

Baydala dips into abrasion and dissonance a couple of times. It happens first, in the title track “Dagobah,” in which glacially paced introversion takes on the buzz and friction. (The cut, and the album, were evidently named for Yoda’s home planet, or possibly a female hygiene issue.) It happens again in “Stars and Moon,” where the tone blisters and frays, as the notes fade, though the mood remains quiet and inward looking. Yet on the whole, Dagobah hovers serenely over any hint of resistance or strife, with only an occasional squeaking string hinting at the effort required to produce the thing.

The album strays just once from its steady focus on the electric guitar, with “Bitter Deities,” a cut that shares a name (but doesn’t appear) on a cassette from 2021. Here, temple flutes, hand drums and bit of electric bass lead an exotic dance through Eastern mysticism. It’s striking, intoxicating and entirely different from everything else on the disc.

This album will hit the spot for anyone who’s taken by the six-string musings of Loren Mazzacane Connors or his latter-day followers, especially Stefan Christiansen. There are no flashy displays of proficiency here, just a quiet space for listening to what’s happened and intuiting where it’s going next.

Jennifer Kelly

#dusted magazine #albumreview #jennifer kelly #kool music #dagobah #feeding tube records #jasper baydala #improvised music #electric guitar

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those70scomics · 7 months

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Update

Today, six months have passed since I've come home from the hospital!

I've made a lot of progress during this time. I have muscles again 💪 😁. Instead of needing a Walker to walk, I'm climbing stairs and getting in half-hour walks with 3.5 lb weights on each ankle. Working on stamina is my current focus in physical therapy. But I'm also continuing with strength-training and balance.

I came home with a frozen right shoulder (staying in the hospital a month, while life-saving, also deconditions the body big-time). My shoulder unfroze with stretching a month ago, and now I'm rebuilding the muscles around it.

I also came home with a feeding tube in my stomach. That came out two months ago, and I'm eating a variety of foods, working with a specialist nutritionist.

I had a liver drain, too (that suuuucked), but that was removed a few weeks after I got home.

My surgical wound was the Grand Canyon. It's healed a lot but still has months to go. It prevents me from doing certain things, including working on my laptop. Can't finish the batch of comics that just need dialogue boxes. 😅

But I'm using my tablet to write, continuing to work on *Those Who Play with Demons*. This T7S fic is going to break my chapter record. I'm such a sweet summer child when I let my imagination run free, thinking all these story and character elements can fit into 1/5 of the chapters they actually need. This one's breaking the hundred-chapter barrier easily. (But it's organized is such a way that I haven't done previously.)

The characters of Point Place have never experienced what my story is doing to them. 😈😇

Although I have a ways to go to regain all the things I can regain without a colon, my health is very good! And I'm going to keep moving forward.

Another surgery is on the menu, but that probably won't be for a year. I'm seeing my surgeon next month to talk about it. This one won't be done in a life-saving emergency situation like my first one. All the work I'm doing is, in part, to be in the best shape possible for the next (and last, let's hope) surgery that will put my small intestine back where biology intended. 😂

When the time comes, I'll make a post here. No disappearing without a word (barring unforeseen events). I shouldn't be in the hospital longer than three to five days. But, again, I'm talking a year from now.

Thank you to everyone who's given me kind words and friendship during this journey. It all helps with my healing, and I appreciate all of you. 🤗❤️

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16/11/23 Photos 1-2 - Raise 1, adult specimen

21/11/23 Photos 3-4 - Raise 2, adult specimens frozen for future study

The raising of Epimarptid moths, seemingly the first iNaturalist observations in Australia.

Recently I've become interested in Gelechioidea, whose caterpillars are typically small, unknown, and in desperate need of rearing. Larval behavior varies greatly in this superfamily, with case-bearers in the Hemibela genus to Pyroderces terminella which has been reported feeding on spider eggs (Common & Slater 1990).

However, sometimes a caterpillar can be found feeding on a simple garden weed, as is the case here. These Epimarptid moths (species unidentified) were discovered on the annoying garden weed, Commelina diffusa, in which the caterpillars fed beneath strange silky shelters until the vine's leaves are completely skeletonized.

09/11/23 Photos 5-6 - Caterpillar outside of silk shelter

08/11/23 Photos 7-10 - Silk shelters created by caterpillars

As you can see, the caterpillars are very small (~2mm), along with their silk shelters (~2mm-1cm). The strange tear-drop shaped silk shelters were always positioned in the centre of the leaf, with the shelter growing into a large shapeless mass as the caterpillar develops. Leaf damage was typically seen around the shelter, rather than beneath it, so perhaps the caterpillars stuck their heads out of the shelter to feed.

08/11/23 Photos 11-12 - Cocoons made by caterpillars

Though I attempted to raise the species from its larval stage, in captivity the caterpillars left their silk shelters and refused to feed on the leaves (as seen in photos 5-6). I instead resorted to finding a pupa and bringing it into captivity instead.

The cocoons are tube-shaped structures with surrounding silk and leaf eaten away. The cocoons were positioned on the opposite side of the leaf to the original silk shelter. It took about 8 days for the cocoon in photos 11-12 to hatch.

After the first successful hatching (photos 1-2), I took more cocoons into captivity, and froze the moths which hatched out for future taxonomic study (photos 3-4).

16/11/23 Photos 13-14 - Cocoons collected for collecting and freezing of moths

It is indeed possible for two caterpillars to feed on the same leaf, forming separate silk shelters as seen in photos 7-8. Likewise, the cocoons collected for specimen freezing were found side by side.

03/11/23 Photos 15-16 - Commelina diffusa, hostplant of raise 1 specimens

30/10/23 Photos 17-18 - Commelina sp., hostplant of raise 2 specimens

The Commelina vines in which the caterpillars fed have been reaping havoc in our garden, climbing over other plants and forming dense vine thickets. With the large amount of this vine, there is an equally large amount of these caterpillars, so if the frozen specimens become damaged in some way (unlikely), I can at least collect more.

Will continue to rear caterpillars in the future.

*To be clear, I do not like killing specimens, and only do so when they are of importance or needed for study.

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References

Common, IFB, Slater, Ederic 1990, Moths of Australia, Melbourne University Press, Carlton.

Further reading on Epimarptidae if interested:

Kim, S Lee, S 2016, 'First record of family Epimarptidae Meyrick (Lepidoptera: Gelechioidea) from Korea, with newly recorded species', Journal of Asia-Pacific Biodiversity, vol. 9, no. 4.

08-21/11/23 - Epimarptidae sp., hostplant: Commelina spp.

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eddieintheocean · 6 months

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lil guys of the Ediacaran

the Ediacaran period was around ~635 million years ago, happening before the Cambrian. This time saw the rise of the first group of animals and the oldest multicellular life. The fossil record is sparse due to the fact that the creatures did not have hard shells, which are the thing most easily fossilised.

the Ediacaran biota appeared ~570 million years ago, and are very taxonomically ambiguous, they may relate to some groups, like cnidaria and protozoans, but some have suggested completely new phylums that we do not have today.

the majority of Ediacaran biota were sessile (lacking the ability to move by themselves) and were soft-bodied. many also lacked mouths and a gut.

here are some lil guys!

These frondose fossils are very controversial, considering they appear to be leafy plants, but may very well be anything from animal or protist, to stem fungi (https://www.science.org/doi/10.1126/science.1099727)

this is an Erniettamorph and we know basically nothing about these! The fossils were found in places where photosynthesis would not have been possible, and one type of these fossils has been found with the tubes completely covered and filled with sand, which makes the possibility of osmotic feeding from the surrounding water difficult as it would reduce the metabolically active volume. (https://www.pnas.org/doi/full/10.1073/pnas.0904836106)

Dickinsonia is a more studied animal. and it probably was an animal, due to cholesterol molecules found in fossils. Fossils range from millimetres to ~1.4 metres, and have near bilateral symmetry and rib-like segments. They were a mobile creature and ate microbial mats (trace fossils have been found which are most likely impressions from feeding) (https://doi.org/10.1017/S175569102300004X) A study from 2022 has suggested that they temporarily stuck themselves to substrate with mucus, which suggests a life in shallow waters (https://doi.org/10.1017/S0016756821000194)

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#some of these articles are not freely available #so i might get the pdfs for people and drop them in a google drive if people would like #marine biology #ediacaran period #eddie in the ocean #dickinsonia #erniettamorph #frondose #fossils #paleontology #im on a paleo posting spree because this is what we r doing in lectures #i think ive had one singular lecture about modern animals (it was a cephalopods one)#oh wait no i had one on cnidaria and porifera ignore me #queue are in the ocean

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mikhailwrites · 4 months

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Waiting for Connection 10 / Ghost x Soap NerdAU

Ghost is retired and plays milsim videogame. Soap is still in the force and sometimes plays that same videogame...

You didn't think I'd leave you in angst over the Christmas day, did you?

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The night is cold and damp; the light drizzle doesn’t warrant an umbrella, but it’s not very pleasant in any case. Ghost adjusts the collar of his coat to cover his neck better before shoving his hands deep into his pockets as he starts up the street towards his home. John walks next to him, seemingly unperturbed by the cold. Would stand to reason, Ghost thinks, if he grew up further up north and got through the SAS selection. It’s been years, yet it’s hard to forget—the harrowing trek to a bloody mountain with a time limit and in full gear.

“How’d you get your callsign?” Simon asks out of nowhere. He doesn’t mind the silence but can tell it’s not the same for John, who is probably still beating himself up for fucking up earlier. Simon's not a bastard; yes John hit a nerve back there but he didn't mean to. Simon is resilient, too, shrugging the hurt off as if it's nothing. He has no reason to sulk.

The Scott grabs the question like a lifeline. “At the end of the selection, actually. We were tasked to clean out several buildings to save the hostages. I’ve set the record. The overseeing officer said I’ve been as quick and efficient as a soap, and it kinda stuck.”

“It’s a good callsign,” Simon admits. It sounded ridiculous at first, so much so he was sure there had to be some embarrassing story behind it, as is the case with most callsigns. To earn it with skill is commendable.

“What about you? Ghost is probably the best I’ve ever heard,” Soap asks. Usually, Simon wouldn’t tell, but he supposes it doesn’t matter anymore. There’s no reason to uphold the mystery now.

“I’ve been buried alive,” Simon says, the tone of his voice casual, as if he was commenting on the weather.

John barks out a laugh, probably thinking Ghost’s pulling his leg. Once he realises that’s not the case, he sobers up. “Shit, man… that’s fucked up.”

“Guess it is,” Ghost shrugs. It’s been a long time since he was able to tell what’s fucked up or not. “Alright, we’re here,” Simon takes out keys and lets John inside, clicking the lights on before he leads him to the second floor.

Simon’s flat isn’t much, but it’s his home. As soon as they enter, there’s a blur of tabby fur, and before Simon can say anything, John is crouching and scratching Sgt. Stripey behind the ears. “So you’re Stripey. Nice to meet ye, lad,” John says to the cat with warm affection.

“Careful, or you’ll end up wrapped around his claw,” Ghost warns, hanging his coat and putting his shoes away.

“Too late.” John chuckles, standing up and handing Ghost his jacket to be hanged. “You know, I’d have pegged you for a dog person.”

“I don’t mind dogs; I just like cats better. Always clicked with the little fuckers, ever since I was a kid.” He has no idea why he is imparting so much to John. On the other hand, it’s not like he’s still part of the top secret Task Force. He can have friends now, tell them things about himself, and let them in.

“Guess I can imagine a wee Simon feeding the strays,” John admits as he goes further into the apartment, looking around, obviously compartmentalising everything he sees.

Simon doesn’t say anything because John’s words struck a tad too close to home.

Thankfully, John doesn’t notice. His attention is currently held by something else. “Steamin’ Jesus, what is that?!” Soap exclaims and points at Ghost’s rig, proudly sitting on the desk.

“My computer?” Ghost cocks an eyebrow.

“That?!” Soap almost squeals, which is halfway between ridiculous and adorable, in Ghost’s opinion. Soap comes closer, leaning in to inspect the machine up close. “What are these?” he traces the acrylic tubes with an index finger without actually touching anything.

“Liquid cooling.”

“A…what?” Soap’s eyes widen. “Thought electricity and water don’t mix well.”

“You sure you’re the explosives guy? I said liquid, not water. You could use water technically, but it’s not a very efficient coolant.”

“How do you even… ye ken… keep it in?”

“It’s a closed circuit, look,” Ghost comes closer, shoulder brushing against John’s as he points out the reservoir with a pump, “you have your coolant here, then it’s distributed throughout the system. First, it goes into the CPU because it’s higher up, so I can use gravity to help the pump later. There’s a copper heat plate pressed to the processor; inside it is something like a little maze, so the coolant doesn’t flow through too fast and can actually take away the heat. Once out of the maze, it goes into the intercooler; here,” he touches a big black cooler attached to the top of the rig. “The liquid cools here; it works exactly the same as old radiators and is then used here in the graphics card. The cooling cover works pretty similarly to the one for the CPU, only it’s larger. Once the liquid is out of the GPU, it’s cooled again, here,” he points to another intercooler, “and, lastly, it returns back to the reservoir.”

“But… that’s so complicated! And what if it spills? That can happen, can’t it?” Soap looks at him, and Ghost can’t help but notice the curious shade of blue in his eyes as it catches the warm light. Thankfully, the question asked is interesting enough for him to focus on.

“Sure, but the liquid is safe as long as you don’t drown your power supply in it. And it’s more efficient and much quieter. Let me show you,” without further ado, Ghosts wakes the PC up and fires up a benchmark. “You hear that?”

“Hear what?” Soap asks, confused.

“Exactly,” Ghost’s smile is all smugness, and John finds it kind of endearing.

Soap laughs as soon as he gets Ghost’s point. When he turns to Ghost next, a fond smile plays at his lips, and there are crow’s feet in the corner of his eyes. “Ye really like this stuff, huh?”

It takes Ghost a few seconds to respond, mainly because John’s sheer radiance nearly blinds him. “I do,” he rubs at the back of his neck, a nervous gesture because he feels exposed and a little embarrassed. Usually, that would be a bad thing, but in this instance, it feels different because he knows John wouldn’t laugh at him. They met in a video game. Ghost’s goofiness is safe with him.

“Sorry if that came out wrong. I just wanted tae say I’m impressed. I have no idea about any of this. Maybe you could teach me some stuff?”

“Make you my Padawan, you mean?” Ghost raises an eyebrow.

Soap smirks, unable to hold Ghost’s gaze any longer. “Yer such a nerd, Ghost,” he shakes his head, still smiling. It could’ve easily been read as an insult, yet the way Soap said it sounds more like a compliment. “But aye, make me your Padawan, Master Simon,” Soap says and bows before Ghost. That settles the matter.

Before they can open a new topic, Soap is caught off-guard by a yawn. Glancing at his wrist-watch, he’s both surprised and unsurprised by how late it is. Time flies by when you’re having fun, especially with a good company, but Soap has been on his feet for close to twenty hours now and the past week wasn’t much better. The exhaustion is catching up to him.

“Go take a shower if you want, it’ll take me a few minutes to get the couch ready,” Ghost says and nods to the piece of furniture in question.

Soap thinks for about three seconds. “You don’t need to, I can sleep on it as it is.”

“Nonsense,” Ghost rejects the idea with a finality that bars any further discussion.

Soap holds up his hands in surrender, gathers a few items from his bag and retreats to the bathroom.

Ghost spends several minutes figuring out his own piece of furniture. The thing is, he’s never needed the futon, only the sofa. After multiple failed attempts, he finally finds the right angle and amount of strength to pull and push until the bloody thing unfolds and rearranges itself.

Only now, he is faced with a different problem. Ghost doesn’t have an extra blanket and pillow, which he really should’ve thought about earlier. It’s not a difficult issue to solve. He takes a quilt from the couch and swaps it for his own blanket. The linens were changed two days ago, John should be fine with it. However, the pillow stays in Simon’s bed. If he were to use the small one from the living room, he would have a stiff neck for at least three days. Not worth it. He wouldn’t stand for John to be cold, but the pillow should be just a minor inconvenience for someone as young and fit as Soap.

Ghost quickly gets the futon ready and opens the window to let in some fresh air. It smells of rain and winter, Simon’s favourite combination if anyone ever asked.

John emerges from the bathroom, flushed and slightly damp, dressed in a plain khaki tee and black briefs. Ghost lingers on him, though not for too long. That would be rude and a little creepy, right?

“If you wake up before I do, feel free to check the fridge, make yourself a coffee or tea, everything’s in the kitchen,” Ghost instructs him. “Sergeant usually sleeps in bed with me, but maybe he’ll get curious.”

Soap blinks a few times at the last piece of information before he realises that Ghost is talking about his cat. Right. There was no way he would invite Soap into his bed like this. Not that Soap would want him to, right? They’re friends, and it would be too soon in any case. John realises Ghost is looking at him as if he expects Soap to say something.

“Aye, sure. Thank you again for having me.”

“Sure,” Ghost nods, “sleep well, Soap.”

“You too, Ghost.”

Simon retreats to the bedroom, leaving the doors slightly ajar for the cat.

#Domestic Ghoap is the best Ghoap #Ghost definitely wouldnt have extra set of blanket/pillow #But he would try so hard to be a good host #call of duty #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghost x soap #ghoap #ghost mw2 #soap mw2

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