#aparently normal parts

[nyx-is-missing]

hello! Can you write a Clarisse La Rue x reader where they met before Clarisse got sent to camp halfblood when they were little and were best friends then Clarisse left for camp with no explanation then years later reader goes to camp and sees Clarisse for the first time in years and it’s kinda awkward but cute

thanks :)

This is kinda long sooorrry, to help, the part where she gets to camp (kinda) will be in green

Girls on film 📷

Clarrise la rue x fem!reader

Warnings and explanations: bad words (take the kids out of the living room she swears) gender is specified cause it was written as wlw, but it doenst actually makes a diference, fluff, like two sentences, there is a kiss in the picture but they dont actually kiss sorry.

Unspecified parent gender for both sides so yall can pick wichever

Trying not to kill myself.

That was what i was doing 15 hours ago, just as any normal teenagers living (or as i prefer saying fighting for the soul to stay on the body) during finals week.

In my room there was nothing but piles and piles of normal work, piles for extra credit, piles of old quizzes to try to get me prepared for the new ones and a dumb incomplete project for photography class that was due tomorrow.

Okay ill admit, i had a month to make that, and all i needed to do was shoot pictures, but that was the problem, i prefer taking pictures of people, their emotions, whatever they might be, just never ceases to amaze me.

And my dumb project made take pictures of....landscapes.

Not too bad, if i had any actual real talent for that type of photography, but i dont, every picture gets ruined somehow, its the lightning, the lack of it, my camera falls, gets full of dirt and i get so mad that i just give up.

That whole speach was necessary for me to explain what i was doing 14 hours ago, and that would explain what i was doing 5 minutes ago.

14 hours ago i decided to shoot the photos, i could try many times before it got dark, and if o was lucky enough i wouldnt go insane before the golden hour, and could actually get some nice pictures.

I grabbed my totte bag taking with me only the necessary, camera stuff, the camera, some snacks and my notebook to upload the pictures before i went mad.

13 hours ago i was running to save my life.

And do you know that moment went you go through so much your mind decides to erase it?

That happened, now, what i do remember, i was sitting in a bench by a calm road not too far from the town, i had got some actually good pictures, some of me, some of the trees, some of a butterfly, maybe three cars had passed by since i was there, driving slowly, always saying hi and doing a thumbs up, normal, friendly people from the town.

And then i heard a noise that shook the trees.

I remember seeing something, but never what, i remember running to home as fast as i could, feeling my heartbeats in my neck, i remember the noise, but the people in the streets looked at me like there was nothing behind me and i went crazy

I remember getting home, having a desperate talk with my parent while they got my suiticase ready, and i dont remember a single word.

I remember a funny looking guy my age that got to my house, with goat legs and a more desperate look, and i remember one last hug before i left.

And thats all, aside from a hell of a lot of running nobody cares.

Aparently i passed out from shock or exaustion because i woke up in a unknown place, at night, in a hospital bed, with no actual doctors other than 15 year olds teenagers.

And a horseman standing in the corner, with quite a intelectual look actually.

And let me tell you guys that after the talk we had, if somebody told me i would marry queen Elizabeth within 4 days, i would just belived it.

Because nothing ever in my life would ACTUALLY beat up the level of crazyness of finding out i DO have another parent, they are just, A FUCKING GOD. GREEK. GODS. AH.

Then, after telling me my whole life was in fact, a big fat lie, the horseman... left.

Telling me i should sleep in the infirmary this night for precaution and that he was going to get me to a cabin tomorrow.

Like that was the most normal thing to ever happen to a human, he said goodnight and left.

While i sat there just trying to...basically form a sentence that wasnt "for fucks sake what the fuck was that"

I would have loved to say that i did slept that night, dreaming about glory and greek myths but that did not happened, at all.

I walked around the infirmary for hours, opening every cabinet and trying to make my mind to something, i searched for my stuff, and thankfully found my camera, with some pictures i hadnt noticed i had taken, one specific had a blurred thing in the forest.

When the first rays of sunlight appeared i got dressed, and decided that, in order to prove to myself (and probably to the mental hospital afterwards) i was not insane, i needed proof that i was actually living, actually there, being a demigodess, thats what they called.

Very few people were up already, and i did received some weird looks, it was clear nobody knew me, that was fine, i didnt knew anybody either.

I walked around taking some pictures, sometimes getting lost, but everything amazed me, the forest, the cabins, the stables, i found the entrance to a beach too, and then i got to the training area, aparently, i stayed far away, god forbid i woke up from this nightmare with a spear in my head, oh no, that would be bad.

Openning my camera i zoomed in the people, my speciality, it was sweet, seeing them trully smile, and not pretend for the picture, it was a genuine feeling the camera would keep forever, i zoomed around other peoples faces, but my camera focused on a face i could never forget, and she looked back at me, and realized i was there, but not that i was me, because she came towards me with a angry look.

Ill admit, the look scared me as hell, so much i tried to pretend i was never taking pictures of her, i slightly changed the angle and kept my face hidden behind the camera.

Do i need to say that did not fucking worked? No? Thank you.

"Who the fuck do you think you are taking random pictures of pe-"

She yanked my camera off of me mid sentence and stopped completely, looking like she had seen a ghost for some seconds.

"(Y/n)?"

"Clari?"

"How- what are you doing here!?"

She asked, with a worried look, still kind of confused, she did this look since we were little girls, and for a moment i had a big deja vu.

Two little girls running around, playing all day, telling each other secrets and stories, running to hug each other eveytime they were close, i still saw that girl in her eyes, but by her previous look, she did not.

"What am i doing here? What are YOU doing here? One day you dissapear without a trace, and your family said you went to a new school even though it was the summer, and now i find you sparring with a spear? You are that too? A demigoddes, i mean?"

I spoke fast, nervous, as if my time in the world with her would end just as it did once.

Instead of responding me right away, clarisse did something that maybe would scare every single soul she knew in the past years.

She hugged me. Hard.

Breathing me in, and not letting me go exactly as you would expect of someone who hasnt seen me in years.

"I couldnt tell you anything... it wouldnt be safe...im sorry, i missed my friend... i missed you."

I just looked at her for some seconds, and then hugged her again, this time i was the one making it extra tight, i was the one going insane by the reconforting smell of her shampoo, praying that she couldnt feel my heartbeats against her chest, and how strong they were.

"Just.. dont leave me again okay? And ill forgive you, i promisse"

#fanfic #lesbian #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse pjo #pjo tv show #pjo series #pjo #clarisse la rue

[tapakah0]

So i read the whole ladder again :DD

And i have points to show!

Donnie

So now i understand what leo meant whe he say "shell", i though it was just a way to talk (since they are turtles, dah)) B U T that was not the case...

It was the chair! The whole sistem is called shell wich is still funny 'cause they are turtles.

That chair is the one that make 6 holes in donnie softshell, aparently it was more than just a few "normal cables".

And i'm not so sure but i think they also made one BIG hole in kendra back... Maybe it's just a port in the "shells"...but if is not, god... That wound should have hurt like a b*tch

I would also like to mark that she is wearing the yellow glasses of her friend :DD

Another point in Donnie is that is not eating well or sleeping... I also think he looks skinnier than in the first page... Donno just guessing

Mikey

Baby boy...

I think his mind is just protecting him from the trauma that he have... The trauma and pain of losing everyone he loves. His dad, april, cassandra... Casey jr (first)

Because we can see him moving on his own

And he is also aware of his surroundings, he just can't talk... He needs a lot more of healing but i don't think is a good idea to just let him be... Like maybe they should talk (dunno what to do in this situation honestly)

Donnie in one parte say that the last time he talk was 87 day ago... That is around 2 months and a half... And probably was around that time that Casey Jr (first) die.

That's way he "wake up" for abit with him and the reason of Donnie acepting the baby even after everything...

THIS IS THE FIRST PART AND I CAN PUT MORE PAGEEEES 😭😭

#Tjl aq #MmmmmMM

[separatedleoau]

OK the thing with this is I don't see One talking about it or bringing it up in any way. He is very good at hiding it, he has been doing it for years, it takes the AU gang seeing it to realize something was up.

Everything regarding his scars would play out the same way than in the AU aka if they ask about any, it would be about the most visible ones, being the ones on his back and he would talk big shit about them

Any other scar wouldn't rise that much of a question as they are not as big or impressive, and knowing about his usual lifestyle and how their usual lifestyle is they would see them as normal, just the result of training and fighting mutants (in One's case yōkai that had oppossed to Draxum or to him on his little missions)

So how I think things would play out is they would all just be talking, probaly like at the table post meal and Draxum wouldn't stop staring at One. It wasn't weird for him to do that, after all he had been curios of what Leo would have turned out if he had been raised by him.

And he had been happy on the most part, the boy was disciplined, he was a good fighter, more than leo was at his age, he listens to Draxum and obeys without hessitation. He was as self confident as their Leo, thought it came across as arrogance more times as it did with Leo.

He was an excelent strategist when fighting, outsmarting alsmost everyone in the room at least once on the many times a battle had broken out. His skills with the blade were magnificent, more so that Leo's at his age, almost matching him right now, even with two years and an apocalypse under his belt.

With both Leos being quick-witted, smart and cleaver and ridiculously skilled with their katanas, the only reason One was currently being considered more dangerous and deadly than his two year old conterpart was his firey temper and murderus intentions. The child craved violence.

Donnie found that amussing.

It was a good thing the other teens had two years of experience over him, and that they had Splinter to knock him over in no more than two moves if things started to get out of hand. Draxum could also just tell him to stop and he will, but he had a job and couldn't be here all the time.

But the Baron wouldn't stop staring at him, One had caught him many times, out of the corner of his eye. It was starting to make him uncomfortable, Draxum was narrowing his eyes, looking at him in a way One felt he was seeing right trough him.

Is not untill Draxum called his name that One actually turned to look at him head on. Draxum had a pensive look on his eyes and gave himself a moment to think before speaking.

"Do you have any of my seeds with you?"

One stared at him for a moment with a confused expression, then the reality of the situation he was in hits him, of course Draxum doesn't know, this wasn't his Draxum.

"Oh, yeah" The boy stood up and reached for his bag holding out for everyone to see a handful of seeds. "Boss gave them to me, I always carry some" One said as a matter of hand, "I almost never use them, I don't need them, but is fun to use" he said a small smile, looking at the handfull of seeds the same way he looked at the small bomb Donnie tried to give him the other day, before Raph came to 'ruin the fun'.

"Use?" Draxum repeated, "you know how to morph them?"

A cocky grin shinned across One's face in an instant. He tossed one of the seeds to his left hand and sqeezed it as he took a battle pose. Vines exploded out between his fingers quickly wrapping themselves around One's gloved arm. The vines created an arm almost twice its original size, an elbow filled with dangerous spikes with the biggest one being so big it almost reached his shoulder. His hand had now three long, sharp fingers that were best described as claws.

It looked quite similar to Draxum's enhaced arms.

a low chour of "whoa!" filled the table, everyone looking with wide eyes at this boy who aparently had yet another weapon on himself.

"You could have thought us to do that the whole time?!" Mikey yelled

"I didn't even think someone else could learn to do this too" Draxum admited, leaning forwards to look One's hand better, "Impressive" he muttered

One's face lighted up.

Leo rolled his eyes, yes yes, very impressive. but the kid kept lighting up like an exited puppy evey time he recived any validation from Draxum, was his own carving for attention so bad? had it been that bad back then? was he so obvious? did it also show so easy, so transparent on his own face?

He hoped not

"Neither did my Draxum," One said nonchalant, "I kept insisting he teach me when I was a kid. He never thought I would actually be able to do it but I eventually picked it up" He closed his hand again and focused, the weird mass that formed his enhanced arm started to shift, slitering back into his fist. When he opened his hand it had turned back into a seed.

Draxum hummed and took the seed between his fingers, inspecting it closely. what he was looking for, only he knew. One saved the rest of the seeds back in his pouch and stood stright, his hands behind his back, an expectant smile on his face as he looked at Draxum. He looked like Mikey when he gave someone a drawing and was waiting for the review.

"Not bad," Draxum finaly said, "not bad at all"

One really did his best to hide it, but he was beaming. His chest puffed up, and his smile grew slightly bigger, though it was enough to push his cheeks more, making his face look a bit rounder. Leo wasn't the only one to notice, he heard Mikey and Raph at his side trying to hide a squeel. Leo threw them a nasty look.

It was a little heartbraking to see that the only times One seemed genuinly happy was when Draxum gave him any kind of approval. That and when Donnie showed him his newest tech.

But Draxum raised his eyes at the kid and they had a critical look on them again. He gave him back the seed and waved his hand to dismiss the kid. One bowed slightly was about to return to his chair when Draxum stopped him

"Wait"

One looked back at him with a curious look, but the Baron said nothing for a while, just looking at him, he then frowned.

"Those are not the only ones you carry, are they?"

"W-w-what?" One stamered, seemenly confused, "y-ye, I mean, no. I just have those" though from his tone now it was more clear that he was hidding something, and while he often did a great job at that, only Leo being the one who could look through his bullshit, now it was plain obvious for everyone.

"You are lying to me" Draxum said, now in an authoritative tone that made One tense up.

He chuckled, a grin spreading across his face, his body relaxing in a second and taking a more casual pose with a hand on his hip, he crocked his head a little to the side "Oh please, why would I?" he laughed but it was a laught Leo knew, he was about to call him on his bullshit but Draxum beated him to it

"Number One" it was all it took.

Silence fell into the room at Draxum's authoritative voice, at his stance as he slowly stood up, towering over them. Luckly, everyone was looking at him, meaning they missed the flash of fear crosing One's face, they missed the tiny half a stepp he took back. By the time eyes started to shift from Draxum to him, he had already composed himself. a serious expression with a slight frown that would give him a Raph Chasm (TM) sooner than latter.

"You know I can feel them, right?" the Baron asked and the frown disapeared on One's face, his eyes opening slightly. His shoulders tensed up, his arms stright down, ending in tight fists. He stopped looking at Draxum, his eyes in a fixed point in front of him tought they didnt seem to be focusing on anything in particular.

For the first time since the younger red eared slider had showed up he had gone silent. a motified expression plastered on his face.

"One, you dont have to-" Splinter started but was cut off

"No" Draxum said, "where are you hiding it?"

"Draxum, leave the boy alone-"

"There is something different about this one," he said and turned back at the younger slider, "give it to me"

One didn't answer, he didnt move. He was frozen in place. But he was listening, he was thinking, his eyes moving side to side as he mentally saw his options, as he thought of a course of action. but he was slow, too slow, he wasn't landing anywhere.

"One?" Draxum repeated and this time it made the kid flinch, his head ducking a little.

After a beat he reached up with his hands, he said nothing, his lips sealed shut as he took his blue scar pullung the loop around his neck apart, his other hand gripped the dark hood from its back and pulled it off his shoulders.

Mikey left out a loud gasp, April almost yelled, but the one who was louder was Leo, standing up too quick and knowing back his chair. He said nothing, his mouth opened and closed but no word came out, he wasnted to say something, anything. he wanted to scream, to Draxum, to One, just in general. but he could do nothing but stare at the horrible scars going in a circle over One's shoulders. he was paralyzed as much as him.

One was staring down at the floor, an emotionless mask on that seemed to want to fall down. His chest moved up and down with deep, heavy breathes, and Leo started to wonder if he was fighting trough a panic attack, tough this would be the first one he sees coming from the boy.

"Where?" Draxum asked carefully and Leo shoot him a murderous look

One raised a shaky hand to his shoulder, his fingers sliding to his back, slipping under the lip of his shell. He still said nothing.

But Leo had found his voice

"You did this to him!?" he yelled at Draxum

"Dont be ridiculous" the goat yōkai said, of course it hadn't been him. It had been the other Draxum. and it had been on the time before his little "character arc"

It didn't quit the fact that this was fucked up. That One could have been any of them if they had fallen in the misfortune of being raised by Draxum. This could have been Leo's fate, this could have been any of his brothers...

No.

He yelled again, words that didnt register to One.

He was staring at the ground. it was all he could do. He didn't register the screaming match that started over the table, he didn't see who was holding back who or who knoked the things off the table as they tried to climb over it and reach the other side.

One brain didn't even register Draxum's words, he was talking, he was screaming too. He was saying something and all One could do was hope those words weren't directed at him because his voice came in muffled. He felt like he was underwater, he could hear them but he couldnt listen to anything they said, they voices distant.

He couldn't breathe.

One gasped, blinking a few times. His eyes focused and quickly took a look to his surroundings. He was no longer standing aside the table, he still could hear screams, he hasn't gone too far.

"One?" Mikey asked, he had a hand on his shell, had he pushed him away from the table? his other hand reached for One's wrist, graping it soft, but firmly

One stepped away, janking away his hand, he didnt even look at him, he started walking away. Where? he had no idea, just... away form there

I got carried away with this but yeah, something like that.

#separated leo au #this one was fun to think of #SLAU asks #SLAU seed #SLAU one #SLAU draxum #SLAU crossover #leo convention

[skull001]

If Knuckles is supposed to be THE power type of the franchise, then, why are Amy's feats so much more impressive when it comes to physical strength?

IMO, I think's it's because of two reasons.

1.- Amy was not supposed to be this strong... yet here we are. This holds true if one reads the old manga, or played Sonic CD where Amy started out as a very normal kid who would get kidnapped with ease.

2.- The super power of comical gags. Part of why Amy's feats of strength carry more visual impact is because they're also funny, where as Knuckles's own are played more straight, but lack the, ehem, visual punch of Amy's.

I mean, a little girl that looks so delicate and fragile while carrrying a hammer the size of a silverback gorilla like it's nothing is already a delightful subversion in itself from the typical expectation of what people thing a power type character should look like:

Bonus points in Amy aparently not being all that aware of just how strong she is, like in the last issue of IDW when asking Silver to give her a boost, only to leave him surprised from realizing Amy did most of the work herself:

The more ridiculous, the better, like geting punched and sent flying without being hurt, let alone being aware of having been punched:

"You throw like a girl" (except the girl launches plastic toy hammers so hard, she can damage the hull of a battleship that is flying high in the sky)

Or casually KO's THE power type of the franchise without even trying:

Nice grip, girl:

For a character that many don't see that much of a power type, Amy IMO seems to deliver the goods in a way the actual power type character just doesn't seem to, and it's hilarious because she's not even supposed to. But like I already say, yet here we are.

Who knows how strong Amy will become when this rose finally blossoms.

#Amy Rose

[iheartnimbassacity]

help the worst part about getting stabbed is i called hospital food good and now im getting a lesson on nutrition because aparently it. isnt normal to live off ramen??

#pkmn irl #pkmn rp #tw hospital #tw stab mention #amy i am not going to stop you but if you see this Please

[dasturdlydangerousduck]

A Proposed Darkwing Duck Celebrity Voice Cast

Part 3: Agents of S.H.U.S.H

Progressing through our voice cast, we now have the organization that Darkwing Duck works for, the spy agency known as S.H.U.S.H! It is a super elite and highly classified in the art of stealth, so our choice of actors should somewhat reflect that, whilst also having a sense of absurdity and quirks to their personalities!

Gary Oldman as J. Gander Hooter

First up is the main man of the headquarters and director of the organization J. Gander Hoooter! Professionalism is often the case with running a whole agency, and Hooter really represents this notion of a wise yet stern leader. We need an actor that has a great sense of wisdom as a leader, and also a sense of professionalism that will make him a combination of poised but also serious. Gary Oldman (Kung Fu Panda, The Dark Knight) is a pretty flexible actor in this area, being able to both keep a sense of professionalism and having a serious aura, but also a great deal of wisdom for an old man with a great amount of experience as well.

I imagine Lord Shen's voice from Kung Fu Panda is the closest sounding to Hooter despite him being a villain. (Kung Fu Panda 2, 2011)

Bryan Cranston as Vladimir Gryzlikoff

Next up is S.H.U.S.H's top agent, and a sort of bitter rival to Darkwing Duck, Ageng Gryzlikoff. Much like his species, Gryzlikoff is quite a ferocious, threatning, yet serious agent, always doing things by the book and is never a fan of incompetence in his fellow workers. Because of his Russian accent, it could be very difficult to find a celebrity that can perform an accent as strong without being too silly. However, there is one beloved American actor who has performed a Russian accent in his filmography and fits the character perfectly. I believe Walter White himself, Bryan Cranston (Breaking Bad, Madagascar 3, Isle of Dogs, Malcolm in the Middle) captures the cold and calculated sternness that Grizlikoff needs. And with his role as Vitaly the tiger from Madagascar 3, he can perform the Russian accent quite well!

Just the intimidating tone that fits a bear like Gryzlikoff! (Breaking Bad, 2008-2013)

This is the perfect voice for him. (Madagascar 3, 2012)

Margot Robbie as Sarah Bellum

The next agent we are covering is the head of the research division, and it is none other than Sarah Bellum!! She is by far the cookiest member of the division, having a great amount of knowledge in inventing and experimenting but also is shown to have no regard of professional ethics, and is rather imbecillic at the same time. We need an actress that is rather crazy by nature, but can also channel a seemingly normal and sane person. That's why Margot Robbie (Birds of Prey, Barbie, The Wolf of Wall Street) would be the best choice. She has the cooky side of her in roles like Harley Quinn, and can also somewhat maintain a normal sounding voice as well that can work well as a contrast!!

The cooky nature of Bellum is pretty aparent here! (Birds of Prey, 2020)

Charlize Theron as Femme Appeal

And rounding out this chapter, we have a more than surprising addition!! Only appearing in the comics, we have one of the most trusted agents of S.H.U.S.H in the form of Femme Appeal! She is a usually a very calm and collected agent, but has her moments of lashing out with her allies, and especially when it comes to children, which is her weakness. Since she never had a voice ever, we can be pretty flexible with our choices for actresses. I think the best choice for this foxy agent would be Charlize Theron (Kubo and the Two Strings, The Addams Family, Mad Max: Fury Road). She has that seductive voice that the character's namesake would imply, but she also has an air of seriousness about her that we need for an agent.

This captures both a hardened agent and a deep seductive voice. (Kubo and the Two Strings, 2016)

And with that, part three has concluded!! The next part is gonna be quite the interesting ride as we finally tackle Darkwing's biggest and most recognizable baddies in the form of the Fearsome Five! We'll be covering Megavolt, Quackerjack, Bushroot, and The Liquidator in the next part!!

Part 1

Part 2

#darkwing duck #ducktales #drake mallard #disney #ducktales 17 #disney afternoon #dwd #ducktales 2017 #fancast

[xanadu07]

Ok, o sa scriu aici pentru ca e genul de mesaj adresat in totalitate tie, dar nu e trimis tie. Cred ca asa e mai potrivit acum, sa comunic indirect, direct cu tine. Nu vreau sa ma lungesc foarte mult (dar cel mai probabil o voi face) incerc sa fiu cat de la obiect se poate si sa spun doar chestii sincere si utile. Incep prin a spune ca ce s a intamplat intre noi de curand a fost o lovitura puternica pentru mine. Meritata, pentru modul in care am actionat si este vina mea desi imi e rusine de actiunile mele si ca nu ma descurc mai bine cu a imi organiza gandurile. Ei bine…. Ma simt confuz, sunt atat de confuz legat de atat de multe chestii, confuzie care face orice treaba usoara, deosebit de dificila in capul meu. Poate o sa intelegi din asta doar niste scuze ieftine, ai libertatea sa crezi exact ceea ce vrei. Ai tot dreptul sa crezi ca doar incerc sa ma scot, eu tot ce pot spune in apararea mea e ca ma folosesc de postarea asta pentru a mi exprima cat de bine pot gandurile, in speranta ca vei citi. Confuzia mea tine de multe chestii, de sentimentele si intentiile tale, de sentimentele mele, de gandurile mele… sunt confuz pentru ca nu inteleg daca am un motiv pentru care ma simt neindreptatit si simt ca durerea mea e devalorizata, sau sunt asa doar pentru ca imi e teama sa nu ajung un pres si sa “plec capul” chiar daca nu sunt eu cel ce greseste. Am gresit mult si rau, dar sunt convins ca nu am facut o mereu si totusi au fost dati in care am luat vina asupra mea, sunt sigur de asta. O spun ca fapt divers si ca explicatie,nu ca sa ma victimizez sau ca sa iti construiesc tie un portret de tiran.Sunt convins ca in mare parte eu am facut mai multe rele in relatia asta, dar multe (certuri) au fost provocate de confuzia mea si de dorinta asta de a nu cumva sa ma las “infrant”. Prostesc, stiu, dar tot ce voiam sa simt este ca am si eu dreptul sa ma simt indurerat, dreptul sa primesc niste scuze, sa fiu menajat. Stiu ca ai facut o, si din cum o spun pare ca tu esti nemiloasa si rea. Nu despre asta e vorba, ce spun eu aici sunt doar niste contradictii care confirma confuziile mele. Imi e tot mai greu sa mi dau seama daca chiar sunt moale si ma las calcat in picioare sau e totul in capul meu si fac pe nebunul doar ca sa ma simt si eu mai “puternic”. Stiu ca oricare din cele doua ar fi, tu niciodata nu mi ai vrut raul si n ai vrut sa ma controlezi, n ai vrut sa iei decizii in locul meu sau sa mi devalorizezi sentimentele (cel putin nu constient, poate te a mai luat pe tine valul si ai mai actionat la impuls ceea ce e normal sa se mai intample, imi dau seama cand regreti ceva,nu am nevoie neaparat sa aud “scuze” doar ca uneori parca ma simt inferiorizat prin atitudinea ta, dar din nou sunt convins ca nu este in intentia ta sa mi faci asta, cred ca e doar un complex de al meu) pentru ca tii cu adevarat la mine si la binele meu. Sunt confuz in legatura cu modul in care a decurs ziua de azi, am discutat ca doi oameni foarte distanti care se inteleg, nu stiu daca asta inseamna pur si simplu ca asa iti vine natural sa te comporti din cauza ca te am suparat foarte tare, sau e modul tau de a imi arata ca treburile vor sta altfel de acum incolo. Cert e ca (desi e un subiect sensibil nu il pot ocoli) e clar din pacate ca despartirea apare hotarator ca o posibila “solutie”. Poate ca nu simti chiar cum ai scris aseara ca mai stam cat e si apoi fiecare cu pizda ma sii, dar e clar ca incepi sa iei in considerare despartirea. Nu vreau sa mai dau dovada de imaturitate prin a te implora sa ma ierti, de a cadea la genunchii tai si de a ma arata disperat, s a mai intamplat asta si nu cred ca iti inspira incredere si ajungi sa simti ca acum iarasi imi cer scuze si voi repeta. Acum voi pune altfel problema, si sper din asta sa reiasa ca in toata psihopatia de care ma acuzi, in mine bate o inima de om bun. Nu mi doresc pentru tine decat sa fii fericita.Uneori,in special dupa ultima cearta,simt teama ca asta nu mai tine de mine, ba din contra, ca voi sta in calea fericirii tale, ca ti voi face rau daca raman in viata ta ca iubit in continuare.

Nu as mai putea sa fiu ok sa aud ca actiunile mele iti cauzeaza probleme atat de grave, stii la ce ma refer, nu mai zic, si nici nu pot garanta 100% ca nu o sa se mai intample. Pot garanta ca nu mai fac ce am facut sa te aduca in punctul asta,dar certuri si neintelegeri tot o sa mai existe si cine stie ce o sa mai fac care sa te duca in directia aia, mi e pur si simplu frica si vreau doar sa nu mai ai de a face cu asa ceva, daca asta presupune o despartire, atunci sunt de acord. Nu vreau oricum sa ne grabim cu chestia asta, nu vreau sa sune de parca mie mi e clar ca asta trebuie facut,mai avem 3 luni timp sa ne gandim exact cum facem de acum incolo, timp in care o luam la rece mai discutam si incercam sa ne intelegem unul pe celelalt, sa comunicam cat mai bine. O luam usor cu pasi mici si cu rabdare, fara stres, si vedem la vara ce se decide. Nu vreau sa intru prea tare in asta pt ca in 3 luni se pot intampla multe si cine stie ce si cum.

De scuze nici nu cred ca mai e cazul sa vorbim, e clar ca am comis o rau, si oricat de tare te am facut sa crezi ca in mod natural nu mi poate pasa decat de mine, ei bine, dupa lovitura asta simt un mare,mare gol in mine. Stiu ca nu zboara sentimentele de pe o zi pe alta, stiu ca inca ma iubesti, dar habar n am daca nu cumva te enerveaza faptul ca o faci, habar n am ce parere mai ai despre mine acum, ce vezi in mine acum, deci prea putin imi sta gandul la persoana mea. Si da, poate te fac sa crezi ca asta e doar atitudinea mea de om “pedepsit” care asteapta sa fie iertat ca apoi sa revina cu distrugerea, chestie la care, dupa cat am mintit, nu mai am pretentia sa ma crezi drept urmare nu am sa mai incerc sa te conving de nimic. Nu vreau sa ma crezi, nu vreau sa ma ierti, nu vreau sa te manipulez in niciun fel,vreau sa te gandesti bine la tot, sa ai putina rabdare si sa binevoiesti in timp dupa ce ti mai trece din suparare sa cooperezi cu mine, sa rezolvam totul impreuna, chiar daca poate se vor lua decizii dificile mai tarziu. Vreau sa rezolvam acest conflict ca doi oameni maturi, cu aceasta ocazie ar trebui si eu sa dau dovada cu adevarat de maturitate si o voi face. Urmeaza oricum o perioada dificila pt amandoi, ar fi frumos sa incercam pe partea in care sta in controlul nostru sa o mai usuram, detensionam…

Inchei cu o mica dorinta. daca citesti mesajul asta, arata mi cumva ca ai facut o, interactioneaza cu el,fara sa imi scrii despre asta (unless you feel the need to say something about it) sper sa nu ti fie greu sa citesti, sper sa nu te supere/enerveze/intristeze ce scriu aici, am vrut doar sa incerc pe cat se poate sa dau dovada de putina maturitate si bunatate. Nu e o fatada, asta sunt eu, si momentele in care pot gandi si fi cel mai sincer este cand sunt trist, si crede ma, mai trist ca acum n am fost demult. Da, cred ca asta e tot, ma simt mai ok acum ca m am descarcat, ca am facut putina ordine in cap si am pus in cuvinte, se pare ca reusesc totusi cat de cat.. :)

[dragonbinx]

Santa Paws: Lou’s Revenge

Part of my Christmas series from last winter.  Posted on Ao3 here.

Series: 911: Lone Star

Ship; Tarlos

Characters: Carlos Reyes, TK Strand

As much as he loved him, TK being excited made Carlos nervous.

That wasn’t fair. He loved when TK was excited about their apartment, or game night, or the meal Carlos had made for them, or when one of them surprised the other at work. He adored TK’s excitement about his recent push to make detective, or wedding planning with Carlos’s mom. There were a million versions of TK’s enthusiasm that made Carlos feel just as enthusiastic, that gave him another reason to look forward to their lives together.

When he wasn’t sure what was making TK excited, though? That was usually a bad sign. Especially when it came to potential pets.

At first he hadn’t had much reason to be worried. The fish tank had gone back into the garage and had stayed there since Lou was returned to the wild where the creepy, scaly thing belonged. And any of the sly grins and vague but self-satisfied comments that his very unsubtle fiancé made could be chalked up to the upcoming holidays and him being confident in whatever gift he’d gotten Carlos.

But then on the second week of December, Carlos had borrowed TK’s phone to order pizza for game night, and his web browser had been pulled up to an animal shelter. And Carlos had told himself that he was just looking at cute animal pictures. Nothing to worry about.

A few days later, TK came home from work with a few scratches on his arms and the same wide, boyish grin on his face as when he’d held up a plastic container full of lizard. When Carlos asked him what had happened, he said, “Nothing, got stuck in a bush,” in a very unconvincing attempt at nonchalance, not losing one ounce of that big, terrifying smile.

The final evidence had come when he’d swung by the 126 for lunch the Tuesday before Christmas and the conversation had come to an abrupt halt as soon as Paul had caught sight of him walking in. He could have sworn he heard the words ‘fuzzy’ and ‘cute.’ Which at least suggested something warm blooded, but that still didn’t mean a normal pet.

Christmas Eve saw him lying in their bed, wide awake and filled with anxiety. Not only was this their first blended family holiday with Owen and his parents, but he had to figure out how to gently turn down whatever terrifying new animal TK was planning on surprising him with. Probably in front of his mother, who would be disappointed in him if he made TK sad. And he didn’t even want to make TK sad in the first place, but he couldn’t have another wild animal running around his home. Not when every time something brushed his leg or his neck he jumped up thinking it was Lou.

But the next day, no pet appeared. He was a little droopy and tired all day, but in spite of his muted holiday cheer and refereeing abilities, the first in-laws Christmas went off without a hitch. Food was eaten and gifts were exchanged, including a set of pans he’d had his eye on and deep green hoodie with DETECTIVE and a magnifying glass emblazoned on the back from TK. They bundled up and headed home before dark, so TK could light the menorah and sing the blessings after the sun went down.

By the time they’d put the candles out and snuggled on the couch to watch It’s a Wonderful Life, Carlos was finally feeling relaxed. He’d read too much into things. The hoodie was probably what had gotten TK so smug, and what the 126 had been talking about that made them shut up so fast. And maybe TK had actually fallen in some bushes and didn’t want to tell whatever story went along with it.

Just as he was ready to let the whole thing go, he heard a knock on the front door.

TK sprung up from coach in the blink of the eye. “I got it!”

Carlos barely had time to sit up and turn his head before their door was open and Owen walked in, holding a box.

A box with holes in it. With something moving inside.

“Hey, dad. Bring it in here.” TK led his father into the apartment, practically bouncing with each step.

“What’s going on?” Carlos asked apprehensively, hoping he was about to be proved wrong again, no matter how conclusive the evidence.

“Dropping off one last Christmas surprise. And wishing you luck,” Owen said as he put the box down.

“Me or him?”

“Whichever. Merry Christmas,” he said to Carlos, and with a clap to TK’s back, he exited the apartment as quickly as he came.

TK was almost vibrating, although there seemed to be some nerves involved now. “Okay, babe, I know that my last attempt at a pet didn’t go over great. So I wanted to make it up to you.”

Crap. “TK, I don’t know …”

Then the box meowed.

He blinked, trying to understand. “Wait, is that a cat?”

“I should have pulled it out sooner, huh?” TK opened the flaps of the box and pulled out a kitten, maybe four or five months from the looks of it, mostly white but with lots of black and orange fur, too. It had a blue collar on its neck and bright green eyes.

“But that’s a normal pet,” Carlos breathed, not quite believing it. Because after the Lou incident, the one thing that had never occurred to him was that TK could get something as basic as a cat.

“Yeah, like I said, trying to make up for the Lou thing.” TK cuddled the kitten to his chest as it looked around the room curiously. “I was trying to figure out what to get, and then we came across him and his brother on a call. So I asked Dad to take him to the vet and bring him home so he could be a surprise. You wanna hold him?”

Carlos started to reach out, then pulled back, remembering something. “Wait, so is this what scratched you?”

“Oh, no, that was his brother. Mateo and Dad have him.”

“Okay.” He took the kitten in his hands, which immediately started purring and trying to climb up his sweater. “He’s very cute,” he admitted, petting his little head with one finger and picking it up with the other hand and putting it safely in his lap. “Thank you.”

“A pet you can pet,” TK said proudly, looking relieved. “Merry Christmas, baby.” He leaned over and gave Carlos a soft kiss, trying not to disturb their new little addition.

As the kitten tried to climb its way up Carlos again, he felt something jingle against him and realized the collar had a name tag on it. Plucking the kitten from his sweater, he held him aloft and read the tag. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

“Ok, I know what you’re gonna say …”

Carlos fixed his fiancé with a flat glare. “We’re not calling our cat Lou Two, TK.”

He wasn’t entirely wrong. They ended up calling him LT most of the time, although he did respond to Lou Two and Louis and “Hey, not on the furniture!”

And he was wrong about TK’s unexpected, unexplained excitement. This time, anyway.

#911: Lone Star #911: LS #Tarlos #Carlos x TK #TK x Carlos #Carlos Reyes #TK Strand #the hot mess and the control freak #dragonbinx fics

[senkusphone]

Replies to various tag comments

so I can reply but also not clutter everything with many posts, thanks for bearing with me.

@megacarapa No, thank you! That gif took so long to make, and I rarely get to use it lol. I had to undo a panning shot, and erase Senku in order to loop it. Check out this weird left over file from the process, you can see a bit of Senku under where I patched him off, and the subtitles moving as the image panned

@piuopon

Multimeter:

You don't understand, that's the multimeter I used for most of the last decade, even at the labs in university. I bought it from some guy on the street (I swear this is normal) cause it was very cheap, and it needed repairs which I did.

I gotta admit I love me an old instrument though. I think it's from the early 1970's as it's made with point to point connection (no circuit board) but it doesn't have the old Sanwa logo. Fun fact, to this day they still sell knockoffs of these old japanese Sanwa multimeters, under brands such as Sunma, Sunwa, etc (and they're still not cheaper than I paid for the og). My first multimeter when I was a kid was a knockoff 'Munwha' I believe, wish I still had it regardless.

If you want me to flex a real antique one, check out the Weston Selective Analyzer 665. This multimeter is from the 1930's. (also makes me wonder if there was a Weston Selective Analyzer 666)

The 'high grid test' and 'low grid test', the series capacitor condenser for the AC voltage scales, and the 'press to read' button are features that have long disappeared from multimeters as far as I can tell.

Senku:

It's hard for me to describe how much this series helped me pull through a comically dark time in my life. Senku is a very inspiring character, despite how much I like to dunk on him. When I needed a bit of inspiration the most, I was inspired to shamelessly and unapologetically pursue my interests in science and engineering that I had been growing increasingly disenchanted with after too many years in academic hell. Despite the fact that I am literally building a career on these interests, I have always been shamed for pursuing them in a non professional or academic way.

The dude said "get excited", and I did.

So, the fact that you perceive me that way, is really flattering to me, and I truly appreciate it, thank you.

🅱️enis:

I'll have you remember that the og KoS flag featured only one phallic shape and was designed by Yuzu, go figure what she was thinking of.

Someone must've decided it wasn't gay enough by the time Ryusui came around, and thus added a second one in conjuction (a design which Ryusui was the first to wear).

No idea who did it though, but I am putting suspicion on the artists (yuzu and namari) and Gen, because he likes to mess with people, of course. Wonder what the Ishigami villagers thought of this pattern, as they were exposed to this design long before they had any knowledge or remotely accurate concept of a rocket or spaceship...

... but they certainly knew other things.

Moving on

@aresagainstthemachine Hello again

Yes, as you say the frequencies are kinda fixed. Both the transmit and receive frequency depend in part to the capacitance of the antenna to the surrounding environment, there was even one occasion where hand capacitance to the large coil made this behave sorta like a theremin. (video there, but I no longer use this twitter).

Receive mode is a bit more complicated as adjusting the feedback/tickler coil to bring up the gain also shifts the frequency somewhat. Tuning regenerative radios is always a process of getting closer and closer adjusting the tuning capacitor of the front end and the coupling of the feedback. Now aparently I had some sort of mental void between then and now, 'cause the other day I was cleaning some boxes and I found this object

Then I remembered that back in the day I meant to discretely install this small variable capacitor to have at least a small amount of tuning control on the receiving coil. I guess I ended up not doing it when I saw it happened to fall near an existing station and adding this would have thrown that off. Feel free to message me if you got any more electronics questions, that'd be easier and I'd be happy to chat. Also thanks everyone for the reblogs and nice comments :)

#kingdom of science #senku's phone #dr. stone #dr stone #drstone #dcst #dcst chrome #dcst kohaku #dcst yuzuriha #chrome dr stone #kohaku dr stone #yuzuriha dr stone #dr stone chrome #dr stone kohaku #dr stone yuzuriha #replies #storytime #screenshot

[realcatalina]

Gable hood trivia: lady Margaret Beaufort’s ‘gable hood’

People mistakenly think that lady Margaret Beaufort wore gable hood. That is technically incorrect. In Tudor times gable hood was called frontlets and bonnet. She has frontlets-but no bonnet, so it is actually not proper gable hood. It’s frontlets with veil(and wimple-part which covers her neck). Netherless studying lady Margaret’s headwear is still worth doing.

 Because her ‘gable hood’ is white:

The portrait of Lady Margaret Beaufort by Meynnart Wewyck(done prior to 1521, possibly even during her life, the accuracy of details of outfit would suggest it was done either in her lifetime or shortly after). The details are clearer than on her tomb even. 

Why white is better? Because black was the fashionable choice of the time-and that hides all the details, even if paintings of such gable hoods survive or good copy is made. If you look at channels which do historical sewing, sometimes instead of using black fabric to show how something is sewn, they use less dark colourful fabric. Because you often can’t see damn thing! Black hides details.

Hence this cut of lady Margaret’s ‘gable hood’ is goldmine(historical fashion-wise):

One of the details I’d like to make clear straight away. Her frontlets don’t have horrizontal stripes as many movie/tv shows depictions interpretted it based upon inaccurate copies of this portrait. It’s detailing of linnen fabric. Absolutely normal structure of pure linen fabric, when merely laying flat!

There is no frilling to it, no structure etc. Just linen fabric.

Not this:

Nor this:

Problem with this however started already within her grandson’s lifetime.

Horenbout(who never met her)-got it wrong already:

As did many painters after him, but he at least got rest of the details mostly correct. 

But back to the first painting.

Note: according to comments, records say that the veil(lyripipe) of Lady Margaret’s headdresss was supposed to reach the floor. In the painting, we can only see it go up to the waist only. Imo both could correct. She could have at one point wear it up to the floor, and at other to the waist, alternatively the veil must have had very weird shape-narrow at top, wide around waist and then getting narrow as it went down(if it was wide even under waist, we should see more of it in the painting).

What is extremely hard to spot is that frontlets and veil are one piece! It’s either sewn together or from single cloth. The frontlets are continuation of the veil, fabric just turned at front-you can see the bend of the fabric, where they turn. They are obviously pinned or sewn to the paste, which at least in this case, is merely forming understructure for the frontlets-and definitely is under whole of frontlets-we can see its edges.

You might think I am talking bull, clearly the frontlets and back part of veil look as if they are separate, But if you look at right, the fabric doesn’t fit the wimple.

It’s instead disappearing under frontlet, and just not pinned to frontlets edge on the right. You can even see where wimple ends beneat it, proving that the linnen was partly see-through, and reason why the frontlets are such strong white is because it is two layers, upon already white paste.

(And by the way on chin you can see that wimple also has at least 2 layers-it was colder back then). 

Further more, it is clear there is no paste or bonnet, on back of the head:

Hence paste must end with the frontlets, and most likely what makes rounded shape on back of her head are her hair. She’d be really old when this was painted, and women at those days didn’t cut their hair. It’s possibel her hair would go to the ground, or even be longer than her entire height. 

Aparently she wore it on back of her hair, probably in some hairstyle which was once worn under the short henin, or something similiar.

In the painting that part looks pretty voluminous. Probably on younger woman, it’d not stick out that much.  

But hair is not only thing important on that section, it is how the veil is folded.

Because if you are interested in Tudor fashion, you can bet you’ve already seen it! On sketch by Holbein.

Only reason why you don’t see it immediately is due to frontlets and volume of hair beneat the fabric. But the veil in both cases is enwrapping entire head, and then it all goes up to top of head and then it is all let down. ¨

It might seem extremely strange to us today, but that is continuation upon medieval headwear:

And these hoods were also often wore with its edgeds by the face, turned backwards, just as lady Margaret’s frontlets are. By the way, women wore these too. 

That ‘tail section is called lyripipe. In medieval times, these could be really narrow, on lady Margaret it seems to be considerably wide(maybe bit narrow at top, and getting wider at lower part), on lady of Thomas More’s family, there seems to be no narrowing whatsover. So the style was probably being abadoned.

So this lyripipe variant was remains of medieval fashion, and wimple with veil was also often worn in medieval times, and lady Margaret grew up in times when England was still medieval, even if we consider begining of renaissance in England to be 1485(some think it started only in 1509). So it makes sense that she was holding upon bits of older fashion, she was of old generation. 

And perhaps if you’d wish to get inspired by lady Margaret’s outfit, and did not wish to go for old lady, you could go for a nun from tudor times, just leave out the paste, frontlets and frill. All the other elements can stay, as outfits of clergy were also not as quick to change, as normal people’s fashion. 

Another thing worth mentioning is that you can see pin just by her frontlet, possibly pinning the fabric of veil(turning into frontlet) to the paste, while frontlet’s upper part is not pinned-at least not visibly(could be sewn together).

And also, with how the fabric turns beneat her hair, it is likely that the veil at back is pinned under the hair, or at back the air, at least slightly. 

And this is important in context that we have no depiction of Elizabeth of York wearing the veil that way. 

But that is how Catherine of Aragon wore veil of gable hood, early into her queenship. Of course her had no lyripipe, and she had a bonet, but she veil pinned underneath it, same as lady Margaret has the veil pinned under her hair. This tiny detail, suggests that lady Margaret influeced Catherine of Aragon. (and they had good relationship)

It made think, what is the actual difference between lady Margaret’s frontlets and veil and gable hoods we see in 1511:

We know the artist then, didn’t paint the paste, so why the red edges on inner side? Well if the fabric of frontlets was turned continuation of veil, it’d have thicker edge, and might be depicted in that way. 

We know the frontlets and veil are shorter, obviously Catherine wore bonet, and on right the lady beside Catherine(probably princess Mary Rose) has big cut between her frontlet and her veil, just as Elizabeth of York did. It’s possible lady Margaret had it as well, the angle just prevents us from seeing that. 

But overall the differences are not that big. Obviously lady Margarte’s is simple and plain, and white, while Catherine’s headwear is colourful and decorated, but the basic shape is very similiar.

And I hope, two things you will take from this:

1) you can have frontlets and veil as one piece-sewn together.

2) The bonnet would be done in way it could hold wast amount of hair. And perhaps that is in what our attempts at recreating gable hoods is lacking a bit, and why it often ends not holding that well, we don’t have that much to pin it to.We rarely have such long hair anymore, so if you have the hair tied in ribbon above forehead, it is unlikely you’ll have that much at the back. However, Tudor women, would have still plenty, because they had longer hair. Especially old ladies.

I hope you’ve enjoyed it. 

#lady margaret beaufort #tudor fashion #tudor headwear #tudor gable hood #english gable hood #gable hood

[spenderenmarte]

The tragic story of Lily Evans

We have a lot of tragic endings and stories for this group of people who never got to expirience a life.

But imagine being a normal girl, far away from large cities; close with your sister and a friend that does inexplicable wonderful things. Your mother works hard, a nurse always caring for everyone in your town. Your father you love dearly, but barely see. He works all day for most of the week so he could give you and your sister a suitable lifestyle.

One day you start being able to do this wonderful things that your best friend does, he teaches you more. You show your sister; at first she thinks it is weird, but then she starts thinking it is funny because you can do little things to make day to day life a little more fun. It starts happening more and more, your parents notice.

Your friend tells you about a wonderful place where you are taught everything you need to know about... Magic. He tells you that you are a witch.

One day, a peculiar person arrives at your doorstep with a letter and the news. You have been accepted at Hogwarts, the place your friend was sure you would both go. Excitement, thrill. You look at your parents; worry, confusion. Your family comes to terms with the fact that they will have to send you away. The expenses that come with this new life are high. Your parents start working more.

School is hard. You are behind in most classes because you are one of the few that doesn't have any sort of background. You learn quickly of how hard this wold is going to be for you. You try to comunicate with your family. You write them letters, crying. No response. Some people don't want to be friends with you, because you are, you learn what they call a 'Muggleborn' or the even worse a 'Mudblood'. You don't get it, why are they so harsh? Why insult her?

Sumer starts. Your family is distant, your sister is resentful (she had to give up some activities so they could have a better budget at home) They are different towards you, even though they are excited for you and your new life.

Every year is the same. You start getting on with your family again then school starts again. During the school months you work hard to make friends and have no contact with your family. During the summer you work hard for your family and you barely have contact with you friends, who are already careful with you, because your absolute best friend who you could always count on, is always sorrounded with the people that insult you in the most hurtful of ways.

On your fourth year, right before christmas, you get the worst news, from desperate letters that were written two monts ago. "Father is dead, Lily. Where are you? How can we contact you? We need your help."

Everything gets worse. Now your sister hates you and your mother is not far from that. From your friends you get constant new of terrible things that are happening in your other world.

"All is well." The Ministry says. No, it is not. Progresively, everyone is starting to choose sides. Words of a war are getting people nervous.

By the end of your school carreer, you have to choose too. The only person who is putting up a figth against evil, Albus Dumbledore, asks you and your friends himself to stand by him. There is no more 'Home' with your mother and your sister, neither of you gets along with the other. Your sister finds a man she aparently loves, he hates you and you hate him. Your mother barely speaks and works all day.

There's a war and you are fighting it.

In the haze of all those tragic things, once again, worse news. "Mother has fallen ill, Lily. Doctors say there is no hope, she is giving up." You make a stop from fighting and go back to watch the last hope for a family bond fade away. When she dies, you part ways with your sister and never speak again.

Amongst all the tragedy, you find love and another family that loves you. That love, that boy fill your days with wonderful little moments of happiness even if the world is falling apart outside the door. The worlds was ending, but you where going to hold each other until the very end.

The happiest little accident ocurrs and you start a family of your own. Your little boy comes to consume every waking hour of your day with smiles. But the world was ending outside your doors.

In the end, you barely have time with him, because death knocks on your door and destroys everything.

#marauders #marauders era #lily evans #james potter #i made myself cry #i hope it doesnt have too many mistakes

[suntaici]

Am probleme în comunicare, deși am vârsta de 21 de ani. Sunt studentă, trecută printr-un trecut dureros și ținută izolată de majoritatea oamenilor. E primul an în care mi-am făcut curaj să ies în lume, însă nu reușesc să conversez cu cineva. Apar emoții, bâlbâieli, vorbe spuse fără creier (având îndemânare la scris și multă maturitate), stângăcii și gesturi puerile. De fel, am fost timidă. Credeți că un psiholog m-ar ajuta? Uneori simt că ar trebui să reiau grădinița, unde înveți să vorbești

Da, sincer, chiar cred că un psiholog te-ar putea ajuta. Dont feel bad about it, e normal, mai ales dacă ai fost izolată în cea mai mare parte a timpului de până acum. Chiar trebuie să reiei, să zic așa, niște chestii ce țin de conversație și socializat overall, însă o să mai primești ajutor și pentru anxietate/timiditate și blocajele ce ți le pun acestea.

[aalgeodragon]

Honkai warriors AU

Part 5 ("Aka the best part!" "Shush you , let me do my thing." "Hmpf!")

Senti

Lore:

Sentiencefeather is Pheonixfeathers twins sister. She is considered ("THE STRONGEST" "Shhhh!") One of the strongest warriors. And Certainly one of the most popular cats, especially among apprentices.

Mischievious, sweet and smug while inside camp and regular patrols, she messes with Pheonixfeather on a regular bases. Any type of slight or mild offence is met with very annoying pranks.

However in battle she goes crazy and causes more damage than the offending rival clans' patrol ("Hey!! I thought you would not say anything bad!?" "Senti. You do this in your normal world too, you know I cant stray to far from the original." "...But did you have to say it like that?" )

She ended up training in the dark forest, for what reasons is relatively unknown. Only Flamescionheart, Pheonixfeather and Silverwing (Bronya) know why.

However she does prove her loyalty in the great battle.

She was one of the group of cats looking for the Skyclan/Flameclan(Flamechasers lol)/Elysian Realm and knew where to go, since she was one of the few older cats from their former territory.

Aparently she and Pheonixfeather had been part of them, considering one of them that stayed in the gorge recognized her. ("Is it Kevin?" "Either Kevin or Su." "Aiyo, Why are you such an unreliable Author?" "Girl I-")

In the imposter leader arc, Sentiencefeather imidiently knew something was wrong when she saw the leader.

She is also saw the distant faded Starclan when wandering between life and death as she went investigating herself, seeing as the medecine cats weren't getting very far. She also found out before anyone that Starclan was blocked off the way it was.

However though she was never able to tell anyone anything because she was either interupted before telling anyone or decides to not say anything because she wasn't sure who she could trust.

Even though she never confirmed anything, it is often speculated that she has somekind of reality breaking power.

("You could add some more stuff to make me seem even cooler!" "Senti leave it, if I add more it'll make me look like a simp and it would become cringe.")

#Honkai Impact #Herrscher of Sentience #warriors au

[nicolae]

Tensiunea în volum, deformarea și modulul

Când te scufunzi în apă, simți o forță care apasă pe fiecare parte a corpului tău din toate direcțiile. Cu ceea ce te confrunți atunci este tensiunea în volum sau, cu alte cuvinte, presiunea. Tensiunea în volum tinde întotdeauna să scadă volumul închis de suprafața unui obiect scufundat. Forțele acestei „strângeri” sunt întotdeauna perpendiculare pe suprafața scufundată, Figura 12.22. Efectul acestor forțe este de a scădea volumul obiectului scufundat cu o cantitate ΔV în comparație cu volumul V0 al obiectului în absența solicitării în volum. Acest tip de deformare se numește tensiune în volum și este descrisă de o modificare a volumului față de volumul inițial: (12.37)   tensiunea în volum = ΔV/V0. Figura 12.22 Un obiect aflat sub tensiune în volum în creștere suferă întotdeauna o scădere a volumului său. Forțe egale perpendiculare pe suprafață acționează din toate direcțiile. Efectul acestor forțe este de a scădea volumul cu cantitatea ΔV în comparație cu volumul inițial, V0. Deformarea în volum rezultă din tensiunea în volum, care este o forță F⊥ normală unei suprafețe care apasă pe suprafața unitară A a unui obiect scufundat. Acest tip de mărime fizică, sau presiunea p, este definită ca (12.38)   presiunea = p ≡ F⊥/A. Vom studia presiunea în fluide mai detaliat în Mecanica fluidelor. O caracteristică importantă a presiunii este că este o mărime scalară și nu are nicio direcție anume; adică presiunea acționează în mod egal în toate direcțiile posibile. Când vă scufundați mâna în apă, simțiți aceeași cantitate de presiune care acționează pe suprafața superioară a mâinii ca și pe suprafața inferioară, sau pe suprafața laterală sau pe suprafața pielii dintre degete. Ceea ce percepeți în acest caz este o creștere a presiunii Δp față de ceea ce obișnuiți să simți când mâna nu este scufundată în apă. Ceea ce simți când mâna nu este scufundată în apă este presiunea normală p0 a unei atmosfere, care servește drept punct de referință. Tensiunea în volum este această creștere a presiunii, sau Δp, peste nivelul normal, p0. Când tensiunea în volum crește, deformarea în volum crește ca răspuns, în conformitate cu ecuația 12.33. Constanta de proporționalitate în această relație se numește modul în volum (modul de elasticitate izostatică), B sau (12.39)   B = deformarea în volum/deformarea în volum = −Δp/ΔV/V0 = −ΔpV0/ΔV. Semnul minus care apare în ecuația 12.39 este pentru consistență, pentru a se asigura că B este o mărime pozitivă. Rețineți că semnul minus (–) este necesar deoarece o creștere Δp a presiunii (o cantitate pozitivă) determină întotdeauna o scădere a ΔV în volum, iar scăderea volumului este o cantitate negativă. Reciproca modulului în volum se numește compresibilitate k, sau (12.40)   k = 1/B =−ΔV/V0Δp. Termenul „compresibilitate” este folosit în legătură cu fluide (gaze și lichide). Compresibilitatea descrie modificarea volumului unui fluid pe unitate de creștere a presiunii. Fluidele caracterizate printr-o compresibilitate mare sunt relativ ușor de comprimat. De exemplu, compresibilitatea apei este de 4,64 × 10−5 atm-1, iar compresibilitatea acetonei este de 1,45 × 10−4 atm-1. Aceasta înseamnă că sub o creștere de 1,0 atm a presiunii, scăderea relativă a volumului este de aproximativ trei ori mai mare pentru acetonă decât pentru apă. EXEMPLUL 12.9 Presa hidraulică Într-o presă hidraulică, Figura 12.23, un volum de ulei de 250 de litri este supus unei creșteri de presiune de 2300 psi. Dacă compresibilitatea uleiului este de 2,0 × 10−5 atm-1, găsiți deformarea în volum și scăderea absolută a volumului de ulei atunci când presa funcționează. Figura 12.23 Într-o presă hidraulică, atunci când un piston mic este deplasat în jos, presiunea din ulei este transmisă prin ulei la pistonul mare, determinând deplasarea pistonului mare în sus. O forță mică aplicată unui piston mic determină o forță mare de apăsare, pe care pistonul mare o exercită asupra unui obiect care este fie ridicat, fie strâns. Dispozitivul acționează ca o pârghie mecanică. Strategie Trebuie să inversăm ecuația 12.40 pentru a găsi deformarea în volum. Mai întâi, convertim creșterea presiunii de la psi la atm, Δp=2300 psi = 2300/14,7 atm ≈ 160 atm, și identificăm V0 = 250 L. Soluție Înlocuind valorile în ecuație, avem Deformarea în volum  = ΔV/V0 = Δp/B = kΔp = (2,0 × 10−5 atm-1)(160 atm) = 0,0032 răspuns: ΔV = 0,0032V0 = 0,0032(250 L) = 0,78 L. Semnificație Observați că, deoarece compresibilitatea apei este de 2,32 ori mai mare decât cea a uleiului, dacă substanța de lucru din presa hidraulică a acestei probleme ar fi schimbată în apă, deformarea în volum, precum și modificarea volumului, ar fi de 2,32 ori mai mari.   EXERCIȚIUL 12.11 Dacă forța normală care acționează pe fiecare față a unei piese cubice de oțel de 1,0 m3 este modificată cu 1,0 × 107 N, găsiți modificarea rezultată a volumului piesei de oțel.   Sursa: Physics, University Physics (OpenStax), gratuit sub licență CC BY 4.0. Traducere și adaptare de Nicolae Sfetcu. © 2023 MultiMedia Publishing, Fizica, Volumul 1 Read the full article

[deviantartoc]

sobasically recently what happened was i took drugs and had a trip and realized that none of my "emotionally normal" parts actually developed because they all got repressed for survival because i lived in a situation where i was literally with my dad or step mom 90% of the time, and very rarely needed parts to socialize. anyways now im almost 23 and have no aparently normal parts and all the active ones are currently traumatized and everyones been like fuuuuuuuuuuuck figure it out. which is also why older parts have been surfacing

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[semolinapudding]

Poti sa faci Venti romanesti hc?

Primul meu request românesc. La care nici nu mă așteptam. 🍮

Headcanon-uri cu Venti. În română.

🍏Venti cântă la nunți și la petreceri in Mondstadt. Motiv pentru care este și foarte recunoscut ca rapsod. I se oferă mâncare și vin gratis cât timp ține pe toată lumea distrată. Este uneori acompaniat de alți muzicieni cu chitară sau acordeon. Face dedicații mirelui și miresei și ridică toasturi cu recitaluri emoționante. In majoritatea cazurilor, reușește să facă câteva neamuri de ale miresei să plângă. I se dau mulți bani la sfârșitul nunții și pentru că nu are ce să facă cu banii, îi dă pe toți pe băutură.

🍏 Că tot vine vorba de băutură. Știe toate tipurile de băutură posibile. Vin alb, vin roșu, de la vișinată la cireșată, rafinată, caisată, zmeurată, afinată și socată, până la cele mai tari; țuică, pălincă și rachiu. Berea e pe ultimul loc da nu-i displace nici aia. Bea toate tipurile de bere, de la aia albă până la aia brună, dar preferă vinul. Mai ales ăla din păpădii.

🍏 Știe să îți listeze toate tipurile de băuturi din lumea asta, și le și clasifică, dar dacă îl întrebi când a băut apă ultima oară, nu știe.

—Uăi, ție îți place apa?

—Ce întrebare... Normal că îmi place, toate băuturile conțin apă. Apa este esența vieții, este în noi.

—Apă pură, tu bei?

—A... Când nu am bani de vin, beau apă. Dar trebuie să fie măcar minerală...

🍏 Dar când vine momentul să pună gura și pe apă, se simte incomplet, și trebuie să compenseze el cu ceva. Un vinuț, un cidru de mere.

🍏 Venti știe toate melodiile posibile, din trecut și din viitor. Îl pot vedea cântând muzică populară sau folclorică la nunți și petreceri. Are o voce puternică, e făcută pentru asta.

🍏 Pe măicuțele de la biserică le ia la joc în glumă vinerea, și este dat afară după, pe motiv că perturbă liniștea.

—Ce ironie! Habar nu au că-s chiar Barbatos și am venit să le înviorez. Dar nu e afectat deloc. Ba chiar i se pare amuzant.

🍏Oferă lecții de poezie și de cântat în timpul liber, care e tot timpul pentru că nu face nimic niciodată. Multe dintre ele le ține la catedrală sau la biserică, unde e liniște. Învață copiii să cânte pe note și să facă parte din corul bisericii.

—Un', doi, trei și! Venti dă startul, dirijând copiii si adolescenții în fața catedralei.

Și copiii încep a cânta, unii pe note, alții pe lângă note, ba urlă versurile, ba răcită in loc să cânte. Un dezastru. Iar Venti ascultă dezastrul auditiv, cu ochii mari, zâmbind forțat ca să nu îi descurajeze.

—Gata! Gata... Ne oprim.

—"Zeul nostru Barbatos, deasupra noastră el..."

Copiii se opresc și așteaptă următoarea îndrumare a lui Venti, in timp ce el se uită prin niște foi. Jean apare din spate. A venit să vadă cum merge treaba.

—Cum merge până acum, Venti? Nu-i așa că sunt niște copii minunați? Vor fi pregătiți într-o săptămână pentru cor?

—Oh, Marea maestră Jean, Da! Viitorul Mondstadtului. Au nevoie de mai mult antrenament... Mai ales pe partea sincronizării, dar până acum totul merge perfect, văd foarte mult potențial! Spune el, arătând spre toți copiii mucoși din fața lor.

🍏Venti este un profesor răbdător și care chiar își dă silința. Reușește să învețe pe oricine, pentru că are o metodă didactică foarte unică, fără să bage anxietate in copii cum fac alți profesori. Jean îi vede meritele cel mai mult, pentru că Venti este foarte modest și nu se afirmă cu toate actele pe care le face pentru Mondstadt.

🍏Venti ar ști de poeziile lui Eminescu și chiar i-ar plăcea foarte mult.

🍏Este arestat din greșeală pe motiv că nu are acte. Și de fiecare dată este luat de braț de unul de din cavalerii Favonious și dus la Jean, care îl eliberează și le spune să îl lase în pace.

🍏Mai și fură struguri din vii, și urlă moșnegii la el. Care îl prinde cu vreo ghioagă.

—Uăi copchile! Tutz' grijania ta!

Și Venti fuge cu strugurii în pălărie.

—Ce urât! Învață să împarți și cu alții! Se strică strugurii că nu faci nimic cu ei. Nici must, nici nimic! Degeaba ai vie dacă ești zgârcit! Îi spune Venti de la distanță, pe bună dreptate pentru că moșneagul chiar era zgârcit cu toată lumea.

#genshin impact #venti #romania #genshin romania #venti headcanons #in romana