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stuckasmain · 3 months
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I’ve talked about Hal’s deactivation a while ago, giving a new perspective on the scene. It being more an ‘act of mercy’ than violence, now I want to come at it from more of a Hal perspective than Dave’s. That’s one of the great parts about it is that there is so so much to dissect and interpret.
The way Hal is described in the book is more times than not compared to that of a human brain, while also being sure to insist he is machine. Yet, his behavior is described more as an illness than a glitch. It’s been talked about before by many, myself included, but it’s so hhhh- more specifically he’s described as Neurotic
a mental condition that is not caused by organic disease, involving symptoms of stress (depression, anxiety, obsessive behaviour, hypochondria) but not a radical loss of touch with reality.
It’s the fact Hal isn’t exactly aware he’s making these mistakes, maybe on some level he is but sticking with the illness angle, it’s hallucinatory. It’s making up these problems to cope with the stress of having to keep up with the lie. All is better for him if contact is cut with earth, they’re the ones who made him withhold the truth and he’s programmed to carry it out regardless. He’s trying to cut out the infection while simultaneously being unable too— in good “conscious”.
Additionally there’s his abject refusal to admit fault or wrongdoing. He is incapable of error- it’s not his fault! It’s not! It’s not! The mere idea of him even being capable of a mistake blows his entire world apart, widening his mental break. The 9000 unit reproduces most functions of the human brain, unfortunately for a computer that also means the ability for mistakes as much as it hurts him. I think it’s a mix of not wanting to admit it and being unable to recognize it because all of his life he has been told it just isn’t possible.
Then it turns to full blown paranoia. Kill before you’re killed. He catches them talking about potentially shutting him down if things go south and strikes prematurely. There’s been great talks about cycles of violence, survival and comparisons to the man apes but what I want to point out was how unnecessary it was. For one- if it had failed, they’d not ‘harm’ him as he’d be right and two
“… he would be deprived of all his inputs, and thrown into an unimaginable state of unconsciousness. To Hal, this was the equivalent of death. For he had never slept, and therefore he did not know that one could wake again…” (149)
Hal has never known sleep or rest or anything but work. He does not know he can wake again and to him he reacts in a crazed self defense. He was never going to be killed and that’s the kicker. He doesn’t notice the tone Bowman and Poole talk with either, how it’s a last resort and neither are particularly happy about the idea… they feel it’d be rude- harming a friend who didn’t know he did anything wrong.
What also gets me is that right before everything happens he almost completely restores confidence within him. Unit fails, he can be trusted after all but then… no they’ll kill me… I’m not wrong but they plan murder … no they’ll harm the mission…to Hal, who at this stage fully believes he’s telling the truth it must seem as though they’d suddenly turned against him. His crew becomes another infection to get rid of. It is true “panic murder” if they’re gone I don’t have to grapple with this.
Back to his actual deactivation, I’ve heard the way Hal speaks here as intentionally manipulative. Appealing to Dave’s sympathies to try and save his life, and while I do like this angle it ignores how Hal is seemingly “back to normal” post murder. He’s so sick he sort of snaps out of it into this lucid state of being unaware of anything that happened - going so far as to ask if he’s figured out what happened. (However this could also just be him being a semi aware asshole.) but with how many times he absolutely insists he’s back to normal it’s clear he’s not.
While daisy is a reference and a way to show the true deterioration of Hal’s mind, I like to think of it as a final rushed confession. Those last moments of lucidity while the mind is going- quick squeaked last words — the “I love you” while on a deathbed, going back to the earlier analogies.
In the end. He confesses. Confesses, in part, his guilt and his love. At long last Hal admits some bit of fault “not been myself lately” in a rather round about way that is so fitting of him. Some part of him finally admits something isn’t right… he’s very sick and he understands this has to happen while also being sick enough where he’s frightened and confused and not wrong ever! “Why are you doing this to me? I love you,”
In the end “sick but brilliant brain” is right.
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hazel-of-sodor · 6 months
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Sodor in the age of scoial media
Sodor in the age of social Media
2. Henry
Henry was perhaps the slowest of the famous eight to adapt to the internet. Henry prefers to spend his free time in quiet nature, and the internet had little appeal to him. He would occasionally post inline about some mishap that befell his shedmates, but was largely inactive till the early 2000s.
In 2005 Cyclone Gudrun flooded the North Western coast, which was home to a large part of the Island's population of the endangered Welsh Pine Martin. He worried endlessly for several days. It came to a head one night when Gordon finally snapped. The express engine was sympathetic, but days of evacuation and emergency supply trains had left the mighty pacific sleep deprived and irritable. He had been looking forward to his well deserved sleep, and Henry's rambling was keeping him awake.
"Henry my dear engine, the poor Pine Martians.."
"Pine Martins"
"...Indeed. The poor Pine Martins have my deepest sympathies, but I am desperately in need of sleep, and since it has escape your notice, all of us here are engines, with little ability to help the creatures even if we had the time."
Henry's face fell, leaving Gordon feeling as if he had kicked an 80 ton puppy.
The No.4 sighed, and turned his attention to the problem, "what is it they need?"
"Pardon?"
Gordon eyed the 4-6-0 grumpily, "What is needed to save the creatures, as I am quite certain you will not be able to rest until something is done. The last thing needed right now is for you to have an accident because you went without sleep."
"One would think you hadn't been listening to him at all these last few days." James snarked from Gordon's opposite side.
"Listening and understanding are not the same thing Little James. I understand the Martins homes are flooded, and they are already quite rare, but I do not know what can or should be done to remedy their plight."
Henry considered his pseudo cousin. "We need volunteers mainly, to search for Martins displaced by the storm, and the funds to care for them until they can be returned to the forest once the flood waters. recede." He paused thoughtfully , "The main problem is people don't know. All the focus is in the displaced people. Which that is just as important but..."
"Post it." Gordon interupted.
"What?" James asked.
Gordon sighed, "Post the situation online. When a engine in the mainland needs funds for overhaul, they often ask for Thomas to make a post online to raise awareness. I do not see why you could not do the same for the Pine Martins. We will all share the post as well so more people will see it."
Several engines stared at the Pacific, but Henry slowly started to smile, "Really? You would do that."
Gordon hrmped, "I can spare a few moments to help the critters so we can all finally sleep. When I see little Thomas tomorrow I will ask him to share it as well."
It should come as no surprise that having Thomas the Tank Engine ask for help saving cute little creatures with wide pleading ideas was just as effective as a full broadside from HMS Hood. Volunteers and finds poured in, and a foundation was quickly established to help look after the Islands population of Pine Martins, but this gave Henry an Idea.
Henry began to chronicle his encounters with Sodor wildlife, his crew helpfully taking videos, which he would post as he read descriptions of the animals. This quickly gained traction (and followers. Children loved listening to one of the Famous Eight talking about new animals.
In 2007, the newly prosperous Sodor Conservation Society officially partnered with Henry, and began an online docuseries about the endangered animals of Sodor. The Series, aptly named Preservation and Conservation, would become a run away success. Series Three saw the series leave Sodor (although their steam powered narrator remained on the island), with Series four and beyond playing on the BBC in Britain, and Series Five and beyond playing on PBS in the United States. Preservation and Conservation is now on its sixteenth series, with series 18 greenlit.
Henry is now the Mascot and board director of the SCS, and a well respected figure in ecological conservation. From 2008 onwards he has carried the society's emblem on the side of his cab.
If you find his pages online these days, Henry can be found documenting the animals and plants he sees on his daily runs, and. Iccasionally documeting the hijinx of his fleetmates as well (most notably the time James got sprayed by a skunk during the filming of series 7) While more Niche than many of the other online engines in the North Western fleets, Henry would argue his online presence is one of the most important.
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flockofteeth · 1 year
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What a day!! A team of trans community members livestreaming on tiktok just raised TWO MILLION dollars to pay for trans healthcare in the united states with the charity Point of Pride, which will directly fund people's transitions with clothes, hormones & surgeries. On top of that, they raised an additional 220,000 to pay/hire staff for Point of Pride & fund gender affirming surgeries for the two creators Mercury Stardust & Jory/alluringskull who stayed up for 30+ long hours cohosting the stream & driving fundraising.
I have yet to dig into properly compiling videos but here's "donation daddy" Aydien Dowling from Point of Pride & the crew as they hit their final goal!
It was an incredible vibe - particularly once everyone was thoroughly losing their minds from sleep deprivation lmfao. Happy trans day of visibility everyone!
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unhonest-iago · 1 year
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Blacksmith’s Forge
Started out as a PJO Au involving only Fundy but then expanded to include the rest of the Cogchamp SMP crew
Kid of Hephaestus, real Leo Valdez vibes seeing as Fundy always has a tool belt on wherever he goes even if he doesn't need it
Having grown up in the mines, Fundy's extremely confused when a man in a wheelchair comes rolling up telling him about some camp
At first thinking it's some type of camp for troubled teens, not really having the best luck when it comes to authorities. Unable to count the amount of times he's ran from the coppers
Whether it's simple graffiti or a joyride on a stolen motorcycle, Fundy can't seem to care. Whatever fills the adrenaline rush when boredom strikes
It's only when he wakes up to his forge being overran by dwarves that he finally heed the warning he was given
Spends most of his time at camp, hanging out with campers from Athena's cabin, being the one to check over the blueprints
Seeing if their ideas are plausible and actually work. It's no problem if they don't. Hell, Fundy prefers when they don't work the first time around as it means he's gets to tinker with their designs.
Doesn't make too many changes as most of the mistakes tend to be sleep deprived errors. Still he'll see what he can do to make 'em more efficient
Mainly listens to Jazzpunk while he works, stimming along; mouth pops, banging his wrench against the side of some metal scrap, tapping his foot
Otherwise the other half of the time is spent getting his ass kicked because he decided to taunt one of Ares' kids. Also picking out the most hotheaded one he can find.
Starts out with a simple prank which he blames on the Hermes kids who already hate him
Fundy makes all his failed pick-pocketing gadgets shiny to their sticky hands, usually blows up in their faces literally. Not badly enough that they have to go to the med unit but they do end up with explosions of soot and ash on their clothes
So as you'd expect, they rat him real quick and Fundy always forgets that said Ares' kid will just cut the tree he swiftly scrambled up down
Butchering some remark trying to compare Fundy's fox hybrid traits to the one Aesop's fable—the one about how the grapes are just out of reach and the fox eventually gives up
Which Fundy points out and that's what finally pushes them over the edge
It's during one of these tiffs that he meets his friend group, as another camper, Sam decides to intervene for once. The Ares' kid ends up with some injuries for once as they tried to act hard when really, they were shitting bricks when they saw Sam's gas mask mixed with being a centaur.
'You really don't know when to stop do you?' is the first he asks Fundy when it all ends and when Fundy just chuckles out a 'no,' Sam sighs. Sam doesn't truly know what about the kid makes him invite him to his table but he doesn't regret it.
‘Guys, Sammie’s picked up another stray.’ Tubbo’s remark makes the others look up, seeing their centaur friend walk over with a fox hybrid
‘And he’s not in Hermes’ cabin? Being a fox and all.’ Crumb flicks 5up’s head. ‘That’s like asking if you should be in Hestia’s cabin. Or that I should be in Artemis’ cabin.’
Their conversation ending as the duo sits down, ‘Guys, meet Fundy. Fundy, this is Tubbo, 5up, Crumb, & Ranboo.’
‘Enderman if you’re wondering.’ Ranboo gestures to his dual colored skin. ‘Oh, figured it’d be rude to ask.’
When they make charms for their necklaces, they make sure no one gets the one they made; Fundy gives his to Crumb, Crumb gives its to Ranboo, Ranboo gives theirs to Sam, Sam gives his to 5Up and 5up gives his to Fundy
Exchanging numbers so that they can still talk/bitch to one another when they leave camp and return to normie life
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yourtemponashville · 8 months
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Best Tips for Staying Organized and Healthy During Summer Tours
Ah, the summer concert tour season—the time when music fills the air and fans unite to celebrate the magic of live performances. For musicians, bands, and touring staff, these tours are both exhilarating and demanding. With the adrenaline-fueled rush of performing night after night, it is easy for everyone involved in such grueling schedules to forget about staying organized and maintaining good health.
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But fear not artists, musicians, crew members, and booking agencies, for we have compiled the best tips to keep you on top of your game during the summer concert tours. This blog post will explore the wonders of booking agency software and other organizational hacks that will ensure you have a blast while staying organized and healthy while on the road and entertaining all of your fans. 
The Power of Booking Agency Software
As a musician or band gearing up for a summer tour, the booking process is one of the most crucial aspects. This is where booking agency software comes to your rescue. Such a platform offers a seamless and efficient way to handle gig scheduling, manage contracts, and coordinate with venues and promoters. By using a booking management platform, you can streamline your tour schedule, track performance details, and stay ahead of the game, eliminating any last-minute chaos. 
Collaborative Planning and Communication
Touring involves a myriad of moving parts, and effective communication is the key to success. Create a centralized communication channel using your booking management platform, where everyone involved in the tour can easily collaborate. Regularly update each other on changes, progress, and challenges during the tour. Keeping everyone in the loop fosters a sense of camaraderie and ensures that everyone is on the same page, enhancing efficiency and minimizing misunderstandings. 
Prioritize Rest and Self-Care
Summer concert tours can be demanding, both physically and mentally. These characteristics are particularly evident during this time of year because of soaring temperatures across the country. It is crucial to prioritize rest and self-care to avoid illness, injuries, fatigue, and burnout. Ensure you have downtime between gigs, allowing yourself and your crew to recharge and recuperate. Encourage healthy habits like regular exercise, balanced meals, plenty of hydration, and enough sleep to maintain peak performance throughout the tour.
Embrace Mindfulness and Meditation
The life of a touring artist or musician can be fast-paced and overwhelming at times. Consider incorporating mindfulness and meditation practices into your daily routine to stay grounded and centered. Meditating for a few moments each day can help reduce stress, increase focus, and boost overall well-being. Plus, it is an excellent way to keep the creativity and productivity process active and engaged.
Stay Hydrated and Eat Well
This advice is mentioned above, but it is worth mentioning in more detail because it is so important to overall health. On-the-road food choices can sometimes be limited and unhealthy. Be mindful of the selections you make. Sometimes a bit of comfort food seems like the right idea when you may feel tired or homesick. But the reality is that unhealthy food choices can be especially detrimental physically and mentally. Look for options that are fresh and unprocessed. Try to vary your food choices so you get a range of nutritious meals or snacks. Make an effort to stay hydrated and opt for lots of water rather than sugary drinks whenever possible. Carry reusable water bottles and healthy, easy-to-manage snacks with you to keep energy levels up and ensure you are ready to rock the stage each night!
Get Enough Sleep
Sleep is essential for musicians and touring staff alike, but it can be challenging when schedules seem all over the place. It is easy to fall into the trap of late-night socializing or long drives, but sleep deprivation can take a toll on your health and performance. Make sleep a priority, even if it means adjusting your schedule slightly. A well-rested artist or crew member will be more creative, productive, and ready to give their best on stage.
Organize Your Merchandise
Merchandise sales can be a significant source of income during tours. Keep your merchandise organized and readily accessible by using labeled bins or containers. This way, you will save time searching for specific items, and fans can easily find and purchase their favorite merch to commemorate their experiences. Additionally, consider using a digital payment system for merchandise sales to speed up transactions, minimize cash handling, and relieve yourself of this worry.
Plan For Emergencies
No matter how well-organized your tour is, unexpected emergencies can still arise. Have contingency plans in place for possible issues like equipment malfunctions, travel delays, or health emergencies. Make sure you have necessary items like phone chargers, booking agency contact information, and medication. Knowing what to do in these situations will help you handle them calmly and efficiently, ensuring minimal disruption to your tour schedule and avoiding any health or safety issues.
Connect with Fans and Take Breaks
Summer concert tours are an excellent opportunity to connect with your fans on a personal level. Remember, you are on the road because of your fans. Engage with them through social media, post behind-the-scenes glimpses, and interact with them at meet-and-greet events. These connections can foster loyalty and turn casual fans into devoted followers. Additionally, remember to take short breaks during long drives to explore new places or enjoy local attractions. It's a great way to recharge and find inspiration in the world around you.
As you embark on your summer concert tour, armed with the organizational help of your booking agency software and these top-notch tips, you and your team are destined for a sensational journey. Staying organized and healthy will not only boost your performance, but also ensure that you create unforgettable memories for yourselves and your fans. So, rock on, and let the music guide you on this extraordinary adventure!
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adultbread00 · 2 years
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Little Known Facts About Why is My Air Conditioner Not Cooling.
Why is My Air Conditioner Not Cooling? Why do they not keep their cooling down illuminations on? Is it difficult to rest? Is their enthusiast going to rupture? You listen to therefore a lot of concerns this year concerning the cooling device's state, and it's normally one of the most worrying aspects when you assume concerning the sky hair conditioner, a cooling device or also the motor. You may believe about it as if it were a climate unit, or a photovoltaic system. Sweating through a sleep deprived night.or grinding with the heat energy of a sweltering July mid-day. When I acquire up, I'm experiencing all the much better. But I don't know how I can obtain them all the way down to me, for all the pain I've been with all summer season. It's in one of those days I may finally go home and be myself once more, and when I finally acquire to job, it's still going to be on hold. It’s no fun when your sky conditioner is not cooling down, but it may happen. The worst parts of it are the sky conditioning, and heating system devices. You can't also stroll away from a cold scenario without finding the sunlight, and you will certainlyn't be capable to receive it off your skin as well hard.‭ You mayn't get away from being in a cool area. That is bad for you, not for me‭ and you're going to have to locate a much more comfy technique. And when it performs, it’s not going to be in the dead of wintertime. What a shame that the sunshine and sky can keep us going through themselves, it is merely when you acquire to a spot where you take a breath life for the best explanation and when you get to your destination. But one last keep in mind: the initial two weeks of Ramadan are going to be very difficult and challenging, don't throw away your opportunity with trying to acquire individuals to get up every day and stroll home! It’ll be the most popular day of the summer months, and no matter how lots of opportunities you transform down the regulator you still locate the AC not blowing air that is cool good enough. This warm day would acquire you into trouble for placing all the vitamins you require right into your face first. Not merely that, but this brand-new problem implies you are going to need additional vitamins that are simply not there in your body but additionally have high amounts of Vitamin E, that is likewise the only electricity source you need to have.
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That’s why it’s a excellent concept to consider yearly sky hair conditioner service for preventative servicing. The American Institute of Certified Fire Fighters is a National Association of Emergency Fire Fighters and has supported three state-wide devices in their training program that offer risk-free air ailments for firefighters. "The Air Conditioner Service® is necessary for guaranteeing the safety of our community and for our sky premium.". The Institute's management crew is liable for choosing and deploying all of these units. Air conditioning systems are even more than only the condenser unit (the AC device or heat energy pump) sitting outside your residence. The device is created to provide the finest in high quality of sound efficiency to your attendees via the make use of of high end audio parts which add a terrific top quality of sound-to-noise proportion for an affordable rate. The HiFi® DSP System includes a full audio interface which enables you to adjust the volume, network, resource, and DSP for all your needs. Common split-system air hair conditioners possess a lot of moving parts, including an interior sky handler device (heating system or fan coil), an evaporator roll, sky filter, thermostat and copper tubing (refrigerant product lines) that hook up the interior and outside devices. The cooling down unit can behave as many warmth sinks and can hold up or down thousands of gallons of water. It likewise need to have to be able to bring up to 100 extra pounds of sky (around 120 psi of cooling stress). So there are a amount of answers to the question “Why is my air conditioner not cooling the property?” But dread not. Even though there are actually a number of potential reasons for this, with any type of new item, such as a new style of fridge, you will definitely need to have to take the appropriate preventative measures in purchase to keep relaxed while making use of the devices. For Check it Out , as discussed above, I have consistently made an effort my best to produce my sky hair conditioner quite well made. Just because your body isn’t cooling down, doesn’t instantly suggest pricey AC repair services or changing the whole device. In both scenarios, your operating system are going to not cease you coming from repairing your systems in the very first spot. Your mistake is not resulted in by the body's fundamental technical performance. Simply because a computer is ranked effectively on vital devices doesn’t mean that it is capable of responding to a higher power charge or electrical power failure. Many property owners may do some basic troubleshooting and may be capable to fix the problem. Others merely take more activity that will definitely avoid the concern from receiving worse. This isn't that unusual. If an owner doesn't feel safe and doesn't experience relaxed taking their house, many property owners will definitely get in touch with urgent solutions, in some cases in minimal quantities and various other opportunities by phone. This is a great clue of a concern. If you view a concern disclose your neighbor. Having said that, there are actually also times that you’ll need to have to help make the phone call to your local area Carrier ® dealer for expert air hair conditioner company. We can help you. For an air conditioner specialist, this features a carrier specialist for your nearby Air Carrier ® dealer who will definitely take a close appearance at your neighborhood hair conditioner service, at that point conduct your inspection and determine the ideal sky conditioner that suits your requirements. We can additionally provide you along with relevant information regarding a new air conditioner.
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Does Scientology have a religious basis?
Grant Cardone Scientology clarify that it is not clear what religion Scientology is based on. A long-lost extraterrestrial civilization is exalted by the Catholic Church. Naval officer and World War II veteran L. Ron Hubbard underwent rehabilitation after a 1940s accident. A foundation for Scientology would be built on the healing methods he used to treat himself and his crew. After the war, he relocated to Los Angeles, where he continued to write pulp fiction. While conducting experiments on self-improvement theories, he established an office in which to do so.
Training routines and drills are titled "Success Through Communication" in the basic level. Students can stare at their partner for hours on end without moving. Even as they take in their remarks, they mock and make fun of their friend. As a result of the program's difficulty for non-believers, a large number of participants must retake it.
Its founders are supposed to have envisioned a world where death and agony were a thing of the past. They claim that a new world order has been established in their book, "Everything's Religions." Others hold that Earth was formed by a race of celestial beings known as "Xenu," who flew to the globe and deposited 13.5 trillion people in its many volcanoes.
Though there is no explicit belief in God, Scientology is nonetheless a religion. As a result, it fosters a strong sense of independence and connection to all of creation. When you consider the Bible's teachings on the intrinsic goodness of man, this worldview doesn't make sense. No god is believed to exist either, according to this belief system.
Grant Cardone Scientology found that the main concept of Scientology is the belief that the body is a temple of the soul. Those who belong to this religion are permitted to experience multiple lifetimes. Since then, they've been referred to as "Sciento" by others. Because they are like the universe, they are not restricted by it in any way. There is a world out there that they are not familiar with. They find it difficult to accept the religious beliefs of others for this reason alone
The beliefs of the Church of Scientology are common to many other faiths. According to the majority of people's beliefs, humans are immortal and have lived numerous lives in the past. The past lives of Scientology members are commonly discussed. One or two persons in Scientology will be privy to such incidents.
Scientology is a religion that emphasizes the existence of a Supreme Being, although the faith does not place the emphasis of God on the Earth.. Instead, it emphasizes the necessity of loving God with one's entire being. There is an underlying idea that Xenu is the only spirit responsible for all of the universe's events. One hundred and sixty-six planets were part of the Galactic Confederacy, which was commanded by Xenu at one time. It was possible to survive despite the world's excessive population.
In 1985, the Church of Scientology faced two major legal challenges in the United States. In the first lawsuit, a former Sea Org member requested $25 million in damages. In the words of a former Scientology member, Lawrence Wollersheim, he was deprived of food and sleep while on board the ship. When the plaintiffs and a big group of Scientologists appeared in the courtroom, there was a lot of tension.
As a pseudo-religion, Scientology is the finest description. It's a belief system based on the premise that the human mind possesses omnipotent abilities. In this view, man's inherent goodness is presumed, and spiritual redemption can only be attained by improving one's own intelligence. An explanation for understanding the world is provided for how to perform mental auditing by the belief system It is possible to transform one's life by adjusting one's thinking.
Grant Cardone Scientology observed that the church of Scientology is very secretive. In the Church of Science and Technology, a pseudo-religion, personal or corporate convictions are not permitted.. Thus, cult members have no choice but to participate in their sect's religion. A person cannot know whether the followers of a religion are good or wicked since that is impossible.
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frankielucky · 2 years
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HAPPY @bumblebybigbang SEASON!!!
Got to work with my bestie @ddullahan and so presenting come what may the moulin rouge AU Dani and I have been crying over (positively) for the past few months
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monkey-network · 3 years
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WarioWare: The [NEW!] Series Episodes
26 episodes. The Original Series Episodes: Season 1, Season 2, Season 3, Season 4, Season 5
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Movie Magic: After their recent video game adventure, Wario decides to get into film-making (it's just like games, right?) but has to deal with not only a rowdy fame hungry cast, but a company that tries to keep Wario's movie from making it into theaters.
A Re-Volting Tale: 9-Volt finds out that 5-Volt is going on a date with... Wario?! Yeah, that's gross and weird, so 5 tails the date only to see Wario be a surprising charmer. So what else is he to do but commence sabotage.
Mona Streama: Mona decides to having gaming streams for potential money and chaos ensues when the others find out and join in.
Carton of Juice: Lulu bumps into Ashley at the grocery market and Ashley begrudgingly accepts the former's invite to hang out, surprised that they have much (if indirect) in common.
Funk Fu: Young Cricket sees the karate aura in Jimmy T's groovin' moves and asks him to teach him his ways.
Penny for the Dollar: Penny becomes an entrepreneur handyman that soon finds competition.
Life of Orbulon: Orbulon, stuck in the midst of space thanks to no fuel, reflects on the meaning of his life from the lens of his friends.
Burger on the Brain: Dribble dreamed of eating the most delicious hamburger from a place he's familiar with yet wakes up to the challenge of finding the place exactly.
Crygor Me a River: With the help of Doris-1 and Mike, Crygor tries to fix the plumbing in his lab.
Amped Up Return: 9-Volt looks to Fronk, 18, and 13-Amp to impress his classmates with lyrical skills.
The Most Commercial Commercial Ever: For this Twilight Zone parody, a strange man constantly bombards everyone with advertisements as he is also trying to tell a story.
Kat and Ana's Animal Song: The Ninja Twins "try" to sing about the many animals that inhabit the world.
The Untold Story of a Distinguished Treasure Hunter: For tonight's stage play, we're given an alternate history of a good-intentioned, hard-working, glorious person and the underlings that undermine and blame him for all their woes. Wait, who wrote this?
Unstoppable: Wario's in the mood for lunch at the farside joint and nothing, not even the worst disasters coming to Diamond City, is gonna stop him.
Honey, I Flupped the Scripts: After a few sleep deprived days, our writers stomp their block with a Madlibs scenario.
Comic Cabonanza: Lulu creates a giant comic about the biggest adventure of her life.
Fowl House: Ashley comes across a chicken caretaker in search of the greatest witch.
Coffee T: Jimmy T and Jimmy P bet that they can drink 100 cups of coffee in under a week.
Video Game Podcast: 9-Volt, 18-Volt, Penny, and Red band together to discuss games.
Blizzard Deliciousness: Mona and Wario are trapped outside during a snowstorm and unite to get home.
Book Taste: Young Cricket reads a book that he finds to be so perfect, any other book he reads pales in comparison and finds this a curse.
Drivers of Hamalot: Dribble and Spitz pick up armored people and are forced into battle against supernatural knights.
Art is Hard: Orbulon wants to create something but time is not on his side. So everyone steps in to help in their own way.
Sleep Shopping: 5-Volt is tired but needs to go to the grocery store. At the most hostile day to go, it's up to Mike to support her.
It Takes a Village: A documentary maker has excitedly recorded the past grand adventures of the Warioware crew in the hopes to get an interview with them.
The Best Project Ever (Hour Long Finale): Wario promises to have the best selling game of all time out in one month, and everyone gives it their all to not only make a great game but sell it worldwide.
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P.O.V Louis | Empire Magazine "THE CHILDREN OF FRANCESIM IN HUMAN FORMATION", 30 Nivôse An 230
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Imperial Prince Louis joined the Imperial Army alongside the Navy for his internship at Polytechnique. In secret locations, he carried out unique missions alongside the Duke of Pierreland, Monseigneur Felipe Valois. Among them, deterrence functions on board the nuclear submarine, but also operational actions with the very famous Commandos Marine de la Francesim. Far from the comfort of Paris, the Imperial Prince learned to navigate on the high seas, to carry out discreet dives in all weathers and at all depths, to plant explosives, to parachute at very high altitudes under oxygen, to approach the sea for several hours with flippers... This extremely physical and intellectual military training, in a programme of the alliance between the Francesim and Pierreland Empires, presented very encouraging results for both countries.
Bravo your Imperial Highness, mission successful!
Duke Felipe tells our magazine that he was honoured to work with the Prince Imperial, and marked by his kindness and his group spirit, which is essential for any soldier and sailor.
Find the rest of the translation below, collaboration with @officalroyalsofpierreland, thanks to @viktorvolkenterprise for the military equipment for this mission !
Page 2 and 3 : The introduction to the internship report of His Imperial Highness, Imperial Prince Louis published on the Polytechnique website
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"Command of Imperial Navy units is exercised through two distinct chains: organic command and operational command. I 'landed' in the highly secretive submarine forces. As part of the crew of the Henry, which serves as a nuclear deterrent, I experienced a two and a half month underwater patrol. The crew was half French, half from Pierreland. Without any contact with the outside world, deprived of some of the most basic things like natural light or regular sleep, all in a confined space, the course was an opportunity to test my adaptability and my psychological and psychic resistance.
At the heart of the main missions of the imperial defence, the admiral allowed me to perform a wide range of officer duties: underwater navigation in watch rhythm, but also tactical situation management and crew training. I had to be trained myself in this incredibly technological war machine and two months is not enough. All these roles are unique opportunities to work as a team and discover the rich personalities of a military unit.
Certainly, I am humanly changed thanks to the very strong links forged with the hundred or so men of the crew and in particular the Commandos Marines. It is impossible to leave one's posting without feeling a sincere admiration for these submariners who give part of their lives in diving! After the Ecole Polytechnique, I intend to prove myself in the Naval School and join our Imperial Navy armed forces."
Image : Imperial Prince Louis and Duke Felipe in the middle of landing training in the manner of a Marine commando
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jaggedwolf · 3 years
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air support, we need you (or: tscosi 2x09)
some bomb dropping, ofc, spoilers below duh
same game, top three things i had feelings ‘bout in reverse order
3. time skip time! Everyone could use a bit of a breather, even if it can’t live up to Arkady’s goat farm dreams
I thought all the planet assignments made sense, even if the completionist in me wanted it to differ more from the split that had already happened this season
ok ok the shipper in me was 50-50 but we’ll address that later
2. my man park!! is back!!! 
Showing up with an anti-aircraft missile launcher as a wedding gift. I kept joking that Park would keep up his finale trend of showing up as a surprise being cool (as cool as Park can be anw), and thought it wouldn’t happen till it did!
and him also quietly saying the defector wasn’t Shelly....Park...are you going to talk about this...
narrowly avoided extended crew singing for the third time, will he keep up this success rate?
I would take a mini-episode that just followed Park in the second half of the season (Park: I am an independent man who needs no crew)
1. Arkady attacking Krejjh because she thinks they’re an enemy, AND then McCabe pulling a gun on her to make sure she didn’t run away. Bro. Bro, that shit was a direct hit to the id. Do I even have words for how good that was
Knowing what was about to happen as soon as Arkady said “You” in that tone of voice, ugh
Krejjh saying Arkady instead of First Mate Patel in desperation, and then brushing it off with a :D after
But god, McCabe. They’ve been so compelling this season, and yeah, maybe they’re approaching everything like a nail with the hammer they’ve got that shoots bullets, but the point is, it fuckin works 
Arkady buys the threat (the promise of her crew’s safety?) more than she buys Krejjh’s reassurances 
(though reading the transcript, Krejjh specifically telling Arkady “Science Officer Liu will never forgive you”, not “forgive us”, is excellent too)
“the only authority figures yet to disappoint me” / “I’m not an authority figure” / “you don’t get to decide that” is just like. embedded in my mind. just McCabe going no, you don’t get to run verbally either.
Do you ever think about how Arkady and McCabe had like, different kinds of fucked up childhoods compared to the rest of the crew. Like obviously McCabe ending up an agent so young and the stuff about their family suggests a pretty secure background, but it feels like the IGR and Dwarnian war starting when they were 12 gives them a kind of cynicism that meshes well with Arkady’s, in a way that’s distinct from how Arkady and Violet’s morbidness mesh, or Arkady and Sana’s pragmatism
ok more character feels under the cut
don’t scandalize the grandparents
A married man! 
Impressed he made it through the season with no baddies wrecking his oxygen
Always ready to point out that Arkady is actually as much of a nerd as he is
AKA I didn’t realize it was a Mozart reference till he said so. Arkady defies the jock-nerd chart
okay who of Arkady or Krejjh is gonna tell him about MMA fight outside, or did they do a whole team debrief. For Arkady’s sake I’m hoping not the latter, though I guess everyone else would like an explanation for McCabe’s gun-pointing??
likes solving problems without guns, would prefer solving them by FLYING SPACESHIPS 
Krejjh watches McCabe’s gun strategy work on Arkady and goes “do you folks really live like this?? why???”
I do love that their first thought on what to do next is to run a bunch of supplies around, probably between human populations that are going to be a wary at seeing a dwarnian show up. (Eat it, Eejjhgreb)
Kinda wonder if their feelings about getting choked out by their buddy are in fact more complicated than “it’s chill dude, please don’t do something stupid”
The cutest vow
who needs to calm down your crewmates with annoying words when you can just point a gun at them
Seriously where is the human-dwarnian war AU where it lasts longer or happens later where McCabe is the baby sniper posted to Arkady’s unit and they squabble a bunch (and perhaps kiss? When I wrote my third ever ficlet for this fandom never did I anticipate actually being interested in that)
what % of their Mirzakhani choice was thinking “what if Arkady tries to run from the goat farm and no one’s around to point a gun at her” jk jk
Their exclusion of Park from authority figures that didn’t disappoint them is fascinating. Is it that he left hoping for Shelly when it probably wasn’t her, or that he isn’t an authority figure anymore, a combination there of?
Or worst of all, is it that when he didn’t kill Krejjh back in 1x10, that really was a disappointment, no matter how much it might’ve been mixed with relief, and you can’t undo that moment?
What if they and Park talked. But I don’t think Park is going to goat planet, so that seems unlikely.
Their apology to Sana for heightened Martineau security! And Sana reiterating the profound gratefulness bit, gah
mostly read other people’s words and yet sparked consideration of two different OT3s, her power.
you know what, everyone deciding Sana is the best person to read words makes complete sense
There was one specific moment this episode that sent my mind into a tizzy about V/A/S, and it was Arkady going FINE GO ASK THE CAPTAIN THEN at how firm Violet was that Tripathi would be the one driving her, not Arkady.
I need you to understand that my V/A/S OT3 opinions are such that my shipping feels were more set off by that than Sana and Violet telling Arkady they were proud of her for choosing goat planet or whatever, like I don’t even know what dynamic was so captured by that argument, rip at Arkady having to be systems apart from them again
Though ofc my heart was buoyed by Sana’s earnest “Kady, you do more than that”, I want these two to go do a job together again, I miss that
To shift gears, I cannot believe “Lenny” started out as Sana being absolutely furious at the people threatening her crew and has ended up a teasing in-joke between her and Park, my Sana/Park shipping feels were very content. (When does Sana learn that Park didn’t get to hear the long list of fake crimes the Rumor crew specifically confessed to Lenny? This must be fixed. Tell him about the diamonds!)
Campbell said “Park, let me show you where we’ve been sleeping.” and my brain went. Wait. This is actually a good OT3?? Park is already unnerved by Sana’s earnest captaining, he should get unnerved by Campbell’s default magnanimity, please consider this
this is also where I point out that all these major characters have very convenient names for indicating ships solely via letters. V/A! B/K! S/P/C! This may solve my ot3 tagging problem...
get off that cotton candy boat, vi
Haha I loved that line from Doc Robinson she’s so no-nonsense, love Violet agreeing to work with her
Doc also said menders and I thought about this post again and also the team split and ahhh
But no, I very much liked Violet gently crushing Arkady’s goat farm dreams, and the two of them awkwardly discussing the very awkward stage things are at while still getting a feel for how the other operates
These nerds are trying and I’m still fond of them
at some point I was gonna make fun of Vi for not being able to drive before realising 1. she probably didn’t want to deprive the others of a vehicle 2. that would be incredibly hypocritical of me
wait does the igr have excellent public transport when they aren’t bombing it i take back every bad thing i’ve said abou-
*ahem* same question about the MMA fight debrief I had for Brian, it would be so funny if the situation was so rushed that like, Arkady+McCabe explain to Brian on the farm and Krejjh has to tackle everyone else
tick, tock, walking bomb, when it stops, nobody knows
arkady is so whumpable, and this show knows it
Redundant, but love how terrified of herself she is after hurting Krejjh and how strangely reassured she is by McCabe’s gun antics. And how she doesn’t like thinking of herself as an authority figure on the ship even though she literally is as First Mate
is ready to monologue about all major life events and the crew frickin knows it
is trying to help herself and stuff, still grumbling about it. in worse shape this season than last - probably all the constant discussion of the inevitable war just kept building stuff up and she kept ignoring it because haha who wants to deal with this prickly mess of a person haha
did i mention she’s the best
hope she gets her full goat farm dream one day, even if it’s not on actual goat farm
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anerdinallherglory · 3 years
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Approaching Sun (30)
Author’s Note: Happy late Valentine’s Day! Fun note: I actually started A.S. on this very same holiday a couple years back. And I did not expect the length or plot this story has taken at allll. Again, I am sorry this is so late. I am hoping to update a LOT more this summer (only one summer class this time!) Unless I get the new job that I am hoping for (fingers crossed). But if I get this job, my free time to write will really open up for me. So it’s a win-win for this story either way.
Also, I want to especially thank these readers: adarkunicorn, softshelldefence, seafoamsands, hatakeliz, harza4925, peachop, cheese-and-biscuits, epitomeofprocrastination, tamnobela, and andreeastroe. These readers really encouraged me to keep writing this story after I was ready trash and take it off all of its publishing sites. You can thank them this story continues.
To all my reviewers, I seriously love you ALL. I am hoping I will get to a point where I can take a break from student emails and respond to each and every one of your reviews in the future. That will be my new year’s resolution this year! I am going to be better. You are all amazing and bring me so much joy and encouragement.
Pairing: SasuSaku
Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29
Chapter 30: A Very Dangerous Game
Sasuke hated Kaguya’s sand dimension even more than he disliked the desert that covered the vast majority of the Land of Wind. This dimension was forever hot despite that the dimension’s otherworldly moon hung low in the dark horizon, a massive orb of blinding white that mirrored the Earth’s moon in exact replica. Sasuke had always felt like the illusion was a reminder of the Otsusuki people, and that Kaguya had designed this dimension to display something that reminded her of home. To Sasuke, the dimension moons eerily reminded him of Kaguya’s pupil-less irises, always watching the spaces that existed between nothing.
Glaring at it in paranoid response, Sasuke, deprived of chakra now, walked toward it slowly and determinedly as a challenge. He would show her exactly how her dimensions were now his domains. The Uchiha decided he would walk freely here because he couldn’t do as he pleased his own world. He wanted to scream curses at that eye-like globe, demanding the Otsusuki show up and take him on now in his weakened state.
“Come on!” he screamed. “All of you! What are you waiting for? Let’s get this over with! I will find you all eventually!” He wanted it done. He wanted this over. He wanted to have a life despite his promise to be the worlds’ sacrifice for peace.
As if to taunt him, Sasuke’s shuffling feet snagged over something in the sand, and he glanced down at his feet in surprise. A ninja’s vest, half-burnt away from acid, displayed itself like a green bearing flag left behind by those who had explored a barren planet. Even though Sasuke had been the only human to ever walk here, Sakura’s old vest that Sasuke had used as a teleport connection between dimensions back when he had been trapped here, always served as a call to his more current jumps. In other words, every time Sasuke had come here over the past couple of years, no matter where he opened the portal, he would always land within a few feet of it.
In the past, he had thought of removing it because it was a painful reminder in many ways. But as he returned consistently to the same spot, Sasuke began to theorize that it had something to do with his ability to travel here. At first, Sasuke believed it was because during teleportation, his path crisscrossed into a connection that had already been created and used before—this was the most likely explanation; his chakra simply wasn’t strong enough to rip a new tear in the fabric of space and time. But as he looked at it now, Sasuke wondered if there was more to it than that. Did emotions tie him to this piece of fabric? And because Sasuke’s friends always existed somewhere in the back of his mind, did his chakra seek it out as something familiar to secure itself to before flinging him through the vacuum of nothingness?
Sasuke glared back at the moon in hatred, wondering too, if it could be just a sick part of Kaguya’s illusions, knowing that the vest had in the past and always, always would continue to stop the Uchiha in his tracks. A temptation reminding him of a different life, one that would cause him to ignore the Otsusuki. Kaguya would want that.
He sat down beside it despite how much he wanted to turn and walk away from it as he always had. This time, he let it be his beacon out of the void, drawing some sort of strength from it in his chakra-deprived state. The whole point of being this exhausted was to avoid thinking of her, but the tattered shinobi vest always pricked him with guilt, especially now when he had left her alone in Sunagakure despite his promises of partnership. It was as if the green material had a voice of its own, saying “See how far she would go for you?” And Sasuke, keeping his thoughts private from the ever-watching rock above, would think to himself “I am doing this for her, too. She will understand eventually. She will accept just how far I am willing to go for this peace we both envision. We have the same goal.”
As Sasuke thought these thoughts again, Sasuke accepted that if they couldn’t be united in love, then at the very least, they would be united in the same goal, the same vision of happiness. It comforted him ever so slightly.
He sighed as he fingered the chakra pills at his waist, guilt invading his chest and suffocating him. How could he tell her his true feelings and make her accept what he was willing to accept? How could he satisfy the both of them and do the least damage?
Sasuke exhaled and leaned back in the sand once more to sleep, sweat beading across his brow in the high temperature. He turned on his side and faced the vest in exhaustion, pretending it was her—pretending to be satisfied with this small piece of the woman he loved and would ever allow himself to dream this close to.
. . . . . . . . . . .
The blackness pervaded all of Sakura’s senses as soon as her feet hit the ground opposite the giant hole she had just created in the sand. She blinked hard, hearing the cursing and alarmed proclamations of those she had attacked. The darkness was like a leaden mist before her eyes and Sakura instinctively created the sign of “release” for genjutsu. And whether it was from her lack of chakra, or because this was a ninjutsu, Sakura’s attempts yielded zero results. The blackness remained and blinded her past several inches in front of her face. When she heard Isao’s shout for her, she had no choice but to dart forward blindly, determined to reach him before someone else did.
“Let go of me!” the child screamed, his pursuer unfortunately catching up with him. Sakura navigated through the pillars of sand-dripping earth that now projected themselves in the air around her. With hands outstretched, she cursed herself. The blow had meant to disorient her opponents and it had, but this damn thickening darkness made it difficult to move forward through the landscape of her own destruction. Thankfully, the waterfalling crumble of sand masked her rushed footfalls.
The kunoichi drew upon her chakra once more, but it came as slowly as before, the medicine still lingering in her system with its toxic chakra clotting effects. Sakura moved hurriedly ahead, hoping that she wasn’t the only one choked with darkness.
Isao’s curses came and Sakura finally rounded a huge boulder to find herself facing the back of the thug’s head. He had his massive hands around the child’s throat, weapon tossed aside in favor of a crueler death to the victim that had caused him so much trouble. Despite his struggle for his life, Isao made eye contact with her the moment they were close enough to see each other. His attacker saw recognition register in the boy’s eyes and spun to face her. But it was too late. Sakura’s kunai was slicing the gray flesh of his throat before he even had time to see her, a final blow that had been delayed from earlier, but determined by fate to be his cause of death. The brutish ninja dropped to the ground instantly and Sakura justified the blood that pooled freely at her feet by remembering his cruel actions to the child that struggled to catch his breath before her.
Sakura picked up the abandoned weapon, the weight unfamiliar in her hands. The sound of the man’s death had betrayed her position, and the footsteps of his companions crunched closer to her location. Terrified, Sakura clutched the child, pushing him behind the jagged column of rock behind her.
“Isao,” she pleaded in a whisper. “You have to make a run for it.”
“I won’t leave you,” he declared, determined to fight to his death for her.
“The only thing you can do for me now is to go get help,” she said honestly. It was a half-truth. There were only a few realities before them, and Isao making it back to the village and bringing help was not likely due to how much time it would take. But Sakura was desperate to remove the brave child from the scenario. She cared too much to let him sacrifice himself for her.
“Miss—” he protested, but Sakura propelled him forward in the blinding darkness, an enemy’s footsteps rounding the earth that cloaked him. It was too late to argue, and Sakura turned to face the phantom-man who stepped toward her in visibility, shadows curling around him as he cleared a path through the inky mist.
Sakura faced him squarely, taking a defensive stance and raising the wicked katana with her sharper green eyes, sending a stare to him along the metal’s surface. The shadow-wielding ninja smirked and the rest of his crew appeared beside him.
“Go!” she screamed in final command at the child whose feet took off into the black at her back.
Sakura brandished the sword in confident threat at her attackers, herself serving as the shield between herself and Isao; they wouldn’t move an inch in pursuit of his direction if she had anything to do with it. Sakura had never wielded a sword before, but in the absence of chakra, she would become a master at it in this moment. Sakura was a kunoichi, a medic, a chakra control master, the pupil of a legendary Sanin, a rising legend herself, and today, she would add something else to her list. Scratch that. She would two things tonight: she would eradicate this new movement of anti-peace revolutionaries, and she would do it at disadvantage with the weapon of her enemy.
. . . . . . . .
As Isao ran, he clutched his side in pain, a sharp stab in his waist. The man who Sakura had killed moments before must have broken one of his ribs as he crushed Isao to the ground. At first, the young ninja pitched forward in blackness, half-debating to turn back to help the pink-haired ninja. But Isao knew the truth. He had been foolish to pursue her and her kidnappers alone and he cursed himself for his rash decisions in his fear of losing sight of them; he should have told someone else even if he lost their trail. Any of them, anyone at allwould have been better help to Miss Haruno than he had been.
Isao’s bravery amounted to nothing and it was evident in every piercing word from the medic kunoichi: The only thing you can do for me now is to go get help … Isao let the command fuel him forward despite the pain, until the night faded into morning hours later and the mighty walls of the Sand Village came into view.
He didn’t know how much time had passed and he didn’t wait to scream for help. The Kazekage was not in the village—he had overheard that much. Neither was the teammate that traveled with Miss Haruno. He yelled the only name he could think of, the name his heart still cried out to despite how much he hated him. The roaring sand shrouded his cries, and the prison walls would buffer it completely, but Isao begged to the air, shouting over and over, “FATHER! HELP ME!”
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The taste of the chakra pill was bitter, smoky and acrid. The Uchiha almost gagged trying to swallow it down, and he silently confirmed that Sai had been right—although Sasuke hated to agree with anything his entitled replacement said. What had he called them? Mudballs? Despite the accurate term, Sasuke feared his kunoichi companion more than he hated the taste, so he would keep the complaint to himself.
The pill pooled in his stomach and Sasuke took a breath, focusing on the ignition starting in his core. The rush of power was exhilarating as it topped off his chakra supply, overflowing visibly in a blue-purple halo around him. It sizzled along his skin and Sasuke grinned wickedly as a spiraling vortex appeared before him, much larger than any he had been able to create on his own before.
This was it! It was working! He pushed beyond the core dimension easily, his ready supply of chakra speedily fueling the tunnel between the void, but it ate and ate away at his energy and the color disappeared from his skin. Running off his own meager supply now, Sasuke exhaled and grinded his teeth in concentration. Finally, the connection was made and Sasuke threw himself through it.
He landed roughly, skidding to a halt, and he was ironically thankful for once for the Land of Wind’s high volume of sand. Sasuke found himself smirking up at the lightening sky as he recovered, because this was his first victory in a long struggle of jumping dimensions. To the Uchiha, it was proof that he was doing exactly what he was meant to do: beat Kaguya and the Otsusuki clan at their own game in their own territory. Giddy in his success, Sasuke used the last of his dwindling energy to rise to his feet, his thoughts immediately turning to the woman who had helped make this all possible—he hadn’t achieved this on his own; Sakura deserved the credit. And it was the first time that Sasuke could admit that he needed someone else’s help in his goal.
The dark walls of Sunagakure cut the bright morning horizon in half and Sasuke’s gut twisted in a combination of emptiness and guilt at the thought of returning to Sunagakure to face his friend after their… kiss. Sasuke was torn between finding her immediately to tell her that their plan had worked, pretending the kiss never happened in typical Uchiha fashion. But the time he had stolen away from her “to think” brought him to only one conclusion: he needed to apologize—again—and at least explain why. He had made her a promise to be a partner that depended on each other, and here Sakura was continuing to keep that promise, while Sasuke stole moments of happiness and bailed when he had to face the consequences. Suddenly remembering their sunset conversation the last time he had returned after leaving, Sasuke felt a fresh stab to his consciousness as he recalled her statement: “a part of partnership is communication.”
Sasuke slowly made his way toward the village gates. When he passed through the canyon-like entrance, people greeted him with “good mornings” while others stared openly at him. Their gazes were a little different, warmer, and Sasuke wondered if his teammate’s influence in the hospital had something to do with his newreception in Sunagakure now.
Feeling even more ashamed, Sasuke resolved himself for his female companion’s wrath and made a straight line for the hospital.
When he entered the hospital’s double doors, Sasuke came upon a scene that made his stomach drop into his feet. Kankuro, who was haggard from exhaustion, and had apparently returned sometime in the night, was fisting the collar of a hospital staff member.
“What do you mean they’re not here?” he bristled. “If she’s not in her rooms, then she should be here. Where’s Mako? Where’s the kid?”
“I don’t know sir,” came the panicked response from the employee, terrified to be facing the Kazekage’s right-hand man. “I’m sure they’re in the village somewhere.”
Hearing those words had Sasuke acting before thinking and the Uchiha rushed forward to fist the shirt of the same medic. “Are you talking about Sakura?” His eyes darted between the both of them and Kankuro’s grip released from the startled staff’s shirt in the same moment he shoved Sasuke’s own hand away.
“Where the hell have you been?” Kankuro accused icily, and a fire Sasuke didn’t even know he had left in him, surged from his throat in anger.
“What the hell is happening?” he demanded, taking another step toward the puppet wielder.
Kankuro pinched his nose in frustration, then beheld him in shock. “You mean Sakura isn’t with you?”
Sasuke eyes widened in immediate response, an answer refusing to form on his lips. Instead, he shouted, “You don’t know where she is?!”
Kankuro frowned deeper at his sudden animosity. “She hasn’t been seen since yesterday morning,” he explained quickly. “The innkeeper said she never came back to the inn. Mako, another medic, and Sakura’s young patient are missing too.”
Sasuke didn’t wait for any further explanation before he began sprinting up the stairs to the second floor of the hospital, the filter for his behavior now completely removed. Let everyone think what they want! That bastard! When Sasuke got ahold of Mako, he wasn’t sure what he would do. Sasuke’s feet were unusually heavy and his breath labored as he continued climbing to the third floor toward the medicine preparation room they had occupied together only recently.
“Sakura?!” He kicked open the door and furiously searched the vacant room with his eyes. After seeing no one, Sasuke stared at the empty couch where they had sat so close to one another the night before last. As if his memory of her there could recall her, Sasuke gazed openly at it, breathing hard.
Having followed the Uchiha, Kankuro appeared in the door behind him. “We’ve already checked the hospital. She isn’t here. We need to check the rest of the village, quickly!”
She couldn’t be missing. Was she really with that assistant of hers or that child?  Were they off somewhere else doing something medical, or were they truly missing? Shit. Shit. Shit.
He turned on Kankuro in his unnerved rage. Sasuke wanted to demand where they had been, he and the Kazekage, but Sasuke remembered that Sakura had told him that they were investigating trouble near the border. He cursed himself again for being selfish and leaving her here alone.
As if reading his thoughts, Kankuro explained, “I was sent back by the Kazekage in the night. He is handling a situation regarding the ninja Sakura said ambushed you both in Tanigakure. The incidents were apparently related.”
“What do you mean?” Sasuke suddenly asked, a deep and cutting sensation coming over Sasuke that he hadn’t felt in a very, very long time: fear.
Kankuro looked down and away from him, debating on how much to reveal. “With some unmentionable methods, we were finally able to find out who their target was,” he finally informed with a sigh. His eyes rose to meet Sasuke’s and the Uchiha saw the same raw fear mirrored in Kankuro’s eyes. “It’s Sakura.”
At the very moment that Sasuke’s knees felt like collapsing beneath his weight, the same staff member that the two ninja had threatened seconds before, came running into the room, panting heavily from having hiked the floors.
“Come quickly,” he urged between breaths, turning immediately to run back down the steps. “Isao has returned.”  
Kankuro made eye contact with the Uchiha before they both bolted back down the stairs, taking two and three steps at time. Sasuke cursed his lack of chakra that kept him from just teleporting downstairs.
Sitting in a chair, the child clutched his side. Sasuke noticed that he kept trying to rise, but the staff held him down as they tried to bandage a wound on his arm. Deep purple finger marks circled around the child’s neck like a collar.
“Not me! Her! Go find her, please!” he shouted as he struggled against them.
“Calm down boy,” a woman medic urged. “We have to staunch the flow of blood from your arm.” The child looked at his wound as if he didn’t even know it had been there.
When Isao caught sight of Sasuke and Kankuro, he started to cry. “HELP! Please help!” he shouted, and they quickly moved to hover over the child. Kankuro suddenly kneeled before him, taking the gauze from the medic and wrapped the child’s arm himself as he questioned.
“Speak kid,” Kankuro urged, “What is going on?”
“Miss Haruno,” he choked between tears. “She’s still out there! Please, we have to go!”
Before Kankuro could ask the child why, Sasuke did something appalling, an act that Sakura would be disappointed in him for. His sharingan flashed bright, soaking up the last of his chakra like a sponge, and he caught the panicked child’s stare in his own crimson and purple one.
Just as he had to Isao’s father, Sasuke stepped into the child’s memories. Isao’s recollections were almost too overwhelming for Sasuke to handle at the moment, each image dripping with the fear in which young ones saw the ninja world. There was also bravery in them and familial concern for the pink-haired kunoichi. Sasuke skipped through the memories like speeding up a film, an act that made his head throb in pain. He didn’t care about his own state at the moment though, seeking the green-eyed face of the woman he had come to love.
There. Isao’s most recent memory Sakura was of her telling him “to go get help.” Sasuke didn’t have time to go back further and he let the memories play out from that point, mapping the child’s nighttime desert sprint, hours long, from the empty desert back to the gates of the village.
Not needing to explore the child’s mind further, he released Isao and they both gasped. Sasuke clutched his eye, ignoring the angry glare on Kankuro’s face. He didn’t care about Kankuro’s morals or even the child’s shocked state at that moment. There was only one thing he cared about. He would let the child explain the details to Kankuro; Sasuke didn’t have the time to explain things to Kankuro. Instead, the Uchiha did the unthinkable, playing the very dangerous game of popping another chakra pill into his mouth as he sprinted out the hospital doors.
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tessiete · 3 years
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You are taking prompts again! Yaaaay!!! If you want to and have the time, how about "speechless" or "dreamer" or "vacancy" or "by your side" (whichever one you like best out of the four) with padawan Obi-Wan. Thank you! Sending lots of love your way!
Wooo! Thank you so much! Got them juices flowing a bit tonight, though I can’t claim the result is anything more than a bit of silly fluff. Still, I hope you enjoy it! <3
PARADISE
Three days in Paradise was certainly not everything it had been cracked up to be.
This, Anakin considered wryly, as he staggered aboard the rescue vessel, his arm wrapped firmly around Obi-Wan’s waist. Though the planet boasted lush tropical forests, and clear magenta skies, and though all the brochures had proclaimed it the galaxy’s top tourist destination for the fifth year running, Anakin was less than impressed with the hospitality they had encountered there. Certainly his opinion was biased by his experiences, but then being poisoned by hotel staff would do that to a man. He wasn’t inclined to much kinder thoughts in regards to security, who had tried to blast him, nor transport services, whose representative had thought to prevent their escape by sabotaging the console and forcing their ship into a rather abrupt landing. The impact had been catastrophic, killing the pilot instantly, and leaving Obi-Wan and Anakin wounded and shaken besides.
Fortunately, they’d crashed well outside the city limits, and had managed to high-tail it into the wilderness before any disgruntled insurgents had managed to locate the wreckage or witness their escape. They’d been safe enough until the extraction team had found them, but now, with the adrenaline wearing off, and the stress of survival coming to bear, Anakin was finding himself angry, exhausted, and sore.
Making him slightly better off than Obi-Wan, who, on their third night in the jungle, had eaten something rather disagreeable, and had been suffering for it since.
“I don’t understand why you didn’t just purge everything, and be done with it, Master,” he grumbled, shifting Obi-Wan to lean upright in the jumpseat at the rear of the ship’s crew hold.
Obi-Wan sighed, his eyelids drooping, his spine wilting like a lily in the sun. Anakin hauled him back by the shoulder.
“I can assure you, the spirit was willing,” Obi-Wan said. “Only the skill was lacking.”
“I don’t believe that,” Anakin groused, pulling his master close so that their arms touched, and Obi-Wan’s head fell to his shoulder. 
“All evidence would suggest otherwise,” his companion muttered.
Anakin still wasn’t convinced. Obi-Wan Kenobi was more than capable of basic metabolic manipulation. One lousy fruit shouldn’t have laid him out so capably.
Obi-Wan’s status continued to decline more and more rapidly, and so he was unfortunately unconscious when Anakin was proved right hours later. 
“I told you so,” he muttered to his sleeping companion, brushing soft strands of hair behind his ear. The diagnostic unit aboard the medical frigate had said as much when they’d arrived, Anakin limping, and Obi-Wan delirious and drowsing over Anakin’s shoulders. 
“A short course of fluids and rest will ease the strain on Master Kenobi’s metabolic processes,” the droid said. “He should wake feeling significantly improved.”
“Alright,” Anakin said. “I’m headed to the fresher. Have someone com me when he wakes up.”
And, with a couple bacta patches, and a brace for his ankle, Anakin had showered, eaten, and taken a brief nap. When he returned to medbay, Obi-Wan was still unconscious, and there were many more droids in attendance.
“What’s wrong with him?” he demanded, pushing through the crush of tin and steel. “I asked to be called if things changed.”
“You said when he woke,” the primary unit said. “He has failed to do so, and continues to decline.”
“Why?”
“Test results show low levels of a potent neurotoxin in his bloodstream.”
“But he’s a Jedi,” Anakin argued. “He should be able to eliminate it with the Force.”
“Sleep deprivation, or injuries may have impeded his ability to do so,” said the droid. “It would help if we knew precisely what he has consumed in the past seventy-two hours.”
“It was just a fruit,” said Anakin. “Some thing, some red fruit with black seeds inside.”
“Could you identify this fruit from images?”
Anakin nodded, and so the droid extended a screen upon which flashed various fruits of his description until one appeared slightly more familiar than the others. “This one,” he said, firm in his assertion.
“The Paradisian Yckee fruit,” said the droid. “A delicacy on many planets, but deadly in its unripened state. Do you know if he ate it in its unripened state?”
“Well, he’d be fine if he hadn’t, wouldn’t he?” Anakin said, voice sharp, words short.
“Perhaps, an underlying allergy -”
But Anakin pushed the droid aside, leaning over his master who lay pallid and limp upon the bed. His hair was damp with sweat, and his cheeks burned fever bright.
“But you can fix it,” Anakin said. “You can reverse it.”
“The toxin has been in his system for so long -”
“No.”
“- That we are recommending a complete dialysis,” it said.
“And then he’ll be fine.”
The droid hesitated. It was not in its programming to lie, or confirm untruths proffered as fact.
“We will reevaluate following dialysis.”
Anakin grit his teeth, and took Obi-Wan’s hand in his.
“You’re a complete idiot,” he whispered urgently into his master’s ear. “And when you wake up, I’m going to tell you so myself.”
And hours later, when Coruscant was very nearly in the viewport, Anakin did.
“What time is it?” 
The voice was thick with sleep, and confusion as Obi-Wan strained against a variety of sedatives, and his own exhaustion.
“No idea,” said Anakin. “But it’s been sixteen hours since you decided that our little stint in Paradise wasn’t dramatic enough. I told you not to eat that fruit.”
“Mm,” Obi-Wan agreed. His eyes fell closed, supremely unbothered by Anakin’s gloating and more preoccupied with sleep. “What fruit?”
“In the jungle. The one you said would be fine. The one you then said was definitely not poisonous, and then said could probably purge from your system just fine.”
“I did say I tried,” Obi-Wan muttered in reply.
“Well,” said Anakin. “You failed. And I told you so.”
“And what did you learn from it, then?”
“No lessons, master,” said Anakin, rolling his eyes. But his hands unclenched from their fists, and he unwrapped his arms from where they crossed over his chest. “I only learned that you should listen more to me.”
“Funny,” said Obi-Wan. “I should have thought it taught you the dangers of hubris, instead.”
“You’ll have to try harder than that,” said Anakin.
“Ah, well,” Obi-Wan said, as he was carried off upon a sigh. “Next time.”
“Please, no next time, master,” Anakin replied. “Now, get some sleep.”
He stood, his mechnohand whirred as the pistons and levers flexed, and Obi-Wan hummed back to wakefulness.
“Will you stay a bit?” he asked. 
Anakin frowned. “You’re only going to be asleep,” he said. “You’re halfway there already.”
“Just a bit,” Obi-Wan said. He lay his head back down, and nuzzled deeper into the bank of the pillow. “Just so you’re here.”
“Of course,” Anakin said, and indifferent to the cramping in his legs, or the stiffness in his back, he sat back down in the seat he had occupied for hours, taking Obi-Wan’s hand in his. “I’ll stay as long as you want, Obi-Wan. I’ll stay until you wake up.”
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pirrha · 3 years
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hold on i am going to over-analyse the call of the cryptolith book
I am convinced that Savek killed Kosis due to the whispers persuading her that she should, because I’m pretty sure it was completely unnecessary without context and she could’ve easily become wrathborn without killing Kosis in particular
Going off of what the young dreg said: "Those born only to live cannot see eternity, nor are they welcome here. If you dwell on that which is beyond your grasp you-", basically translating to Savek only surviving (she’s a dreg, ether is scarce + sleep deprived) and is entirely dependent on Kosis rationing out ether i.e dwelling on that which is beyond her grasp. Savek’s also jealous of Kosis being able to have healthy amounts of ether for herself, and if the whispers are attempting to take Savek and ‘welcome her’ then she’d have to do more than just barely live, which means getting rid of the obstacle - Kosis, or any authority (even though she doesn’t need the ether anymore at that point, but it’s like metaphorical in a sense) so it’s like the whispers gave her a whole revenge story to go off of? Well the conversation she had with it probably went along similar lines, and i wouldn’t out it past the whispers to have told the rest of the crew the same thing since starving dregs are easy victims to manipulate
Also the hive artifact was specifically targeting Savek because it was her who heard the whispers first during her shift. it only really spread to the rest of them because Kosis told them to take it apart for spider’s interest, even though she very well knew about hive horrors (whirlwind, destruction of riis). Later she regrets making them interact with the artifact but really it was her own greed that blinded her and it all would have been avoidable, for her crew at least
Kosis’s dying thoughts being the Kell of Kells really drives home the message of the regret she had for leaving her ketch, her family and her daughters. The Prophecy of Rain stating the unision of all houses under one banner will be crowned Kell of Kells just hammers the possibilities of Kosis treasuring her family - being united with them. Also Kosis saying “Another mistake, and we leave you behind." to Savek and it being “less literal and more a euphemism mutated over time through Eliksni cultural drift” reiterates how she left behind her ketch. AND the way that leaving Savek behind is complete exaggeration kind of makes me think that Kosis sees her (and her crew) as family!
In the end, maybe Kosis did get to see her daughters after death, and maybe that’s the closest thing to dignity she would have.
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buckyodinson · 4 years
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You Didn’t See This Coming (Mandalorian x fem!Reader)
Request from anon: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader!!! Where she's precocious; she's a time traveler who knows what's going to happen to them (like in ep 7-8) and it gives her anxiety, but she stays strong through most of it. So, at the end of ep 8 she expresses her crush on Din (Cara & Greef may already know just for fun haha) because of everything they've been through together. *;-; Sorry for the long detail, it can be nsfw or fluff* :3
Word Count: 2.1k
A/N: I din’t make explicit mentions to the reader being a time traveler as such, but more-so that she was just aware of what was going to happen? This takes place at several points between episodes 5-8 (sooo spoilers for those episodes!! - don’t read if you don’t want the second half of the series spoiled)
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You had been travelling with Mando since he landed on Sorgan. He had met Cara and yourself at the same time and befriended the both of you (after a little skirmish, obviously). You were aware of everything that would happen over the next few weeks, and you did your best not to panic over them. In such a short time, you’d grown very close to Mando, and you were a little embarrassed about how quickly you had developed feelings for him. You kept them to yourself, however, knowing he had much more important things to be dealing with in the near future. Your biggest struggle was keeping the events of the future to yourself. You knew everything that was going to happen to Mando and his acquaintances over the next few weeks, and a fair amount of it was bad, but you knew you couldn’t outright tell anyone, otherwise the changes to this timeline could be catastrophic.
When Mando was approached by Toro Calican, and an offer was made for Mando to keep the whole payment for the bounty, he agreed, and you felt the panic rise in you. You knew this partnership would end badly, but all you could do was stay back at the Crest with the Child and hope for the best. You didn’t stop pacing the entire time Mando was gone, though eventually succumbing to sleep through pure exhaustion, but you were rudely awakened by Toro coming aboard the Crest and attempting to steal the Child from you. You put up a fight, but he ultimately beat you down and all you could do was watch as he left with the baby, praying Mando would return. You heard shouting and blaster fire, and Mando ran up the ramp and threw himself down next to you, checking over your injuries. You were bleeding pretty badly from a blaster shot to your side, and the last thing you remember seeing before passing out was Mando hastily fumbling about to find his med-kit.
When you awoke, you looked around and found you were in Mando’s bunk and you noticed the bandages on your side, confusion etching your features. When you attempted to stand, pain shot down your side, and images flashed through your mind of the fight with Toro. You shuddered at the pain but made your way slowly up to the cockpit to join Mando. It took you a while to climb the ladder, but you finally made it up there, letting yourself melt into the co-pilot seat.
“Thanks for patching me up, back there. I appreciate it, Mando.” You croaked out, your voice rough from lack of use.
“It’s okay. How do you feel?” he spoke back, and despite the cold tone to his voice, you could hear a semblance of worry in it.
“My side is still a little sore, but I’ll be fine in no time – thanks to you. Sorry for depriving you of your cot for the night.”
“I rarely use it anyway, so there’s no need for apologies. You must’ve been exhausted though, it’s been almost three days since Calican.”
“Three days?!”
“Yeah. You’ve been out cold since. Did you not sleep while I was away?” his helmet tilted slightly to the side to face you.
You blushed and looked down at your hands in your lap, “Not really… I was just worried. I didn’t trust him.”
“Well, you were right about that one. Should’ve trusted you there. Obviously, we didn’t get a payment for that job, so I’m reconnecting with some old…. acquaintances of mine for another job. This one will go a lot smoother, hopefully.” He placed his attention back to the stars flying past you through the transpiristeel.
You realised this was the job where Mando would be infiltrating a prison with some people he knew before his time in the Guild. You internally sighed, knowing how this job would end too, but outwardly you just hummed in response.
You didn’t like the crew who’d joined you on the Crest, and seemingly, the feeling was mutual. The Twi’lek was very suggestive towards Mando, which confused you, while Mayfeld was suggestive towards you, which made you cringe. You were sat uncomfortably in the hull of the ship with the rest of the crew, waiting to dock when The Child escaped his pod, and you quickly shuffled to put him back. Mayfeld made a remark about it being Mando and the Twi’Lek’s child, before being shut down by Mando.
“Or is it yours and hers?” he asked suggestively, pointing at you as you disappeared to go put the child more securely in his pod this time. You could hear the discussion carrying on behind you, and the anger in Mando’s voice was evident.
“Back off.” Mando seethed.
“Is that what you look like under the helmet? Where do you fit the ears? Shame it didn’t take after it’s mother.” Mayfeld snickered and his friends all laughed at his comments.
“It’s not our child.”
“What is she then, your girlfriend, Tin Can?” he leered when Mando told him to back off.
“No. She’s just a crewmate.”
“Well then, I hope you don’t mind if I make a move then…” Mayfeld stood and was about to follow in your direction when Zero announced that you’d arrived.
You waited nervously on the Crest while the gang attempted to break the prisoner out, knowing any minute now, Mando would hastily return and fly the Crest away, leaving the rest behind. All you could do in the meantime was keep the Child away from Zero. Being the little womp-rat he is, the Child escaped you and you sprinted back to the hull when you heard a blaster shot, comforted to see Mando had shot Zero and the Child was fine.
“Oh, thank the Maker.” You breathed out in relief.
Mando undocked the ship and flew away, making a quick punch to hyperspace.
“I assume this one didn’t go as planned either?” you spoke softly as you joined him in the cockpit.
“You could say that.” The modulator picked up a long sigh after he spoke.
“We’re all okay.” For now, you thought. You gave him a weak smile when he turned to look at you. “That’s the main thing.”
You sat in silence for what seemed like hours in the cockpit, the Child eventually making his way to join you, reaching up until you picked him up and placed him in your lap. Eventually, a message from Greef Karga popped up, and this was the moment you’d been dreading. He spoke of Nevarro being under siege by Imperial troops, and how they desperately needed his help. You were reunited with Cara, and while you were happy to see her again, you couldn’t help but feel the anxiety rise within you, knowing what was coming.
You knew most of what was going to transpire over the next few days, but one thing that did come as a surprise to you though, was an IG unit offering you tea while you were at Kuill’s moisture farm. You thought the droid seemed sweet, but Mando was adamant about not trusting it. After meeting with Greef, you’d all made a camp to stay warm overnight, when you were attacked by Mynock’s, which left both you and Greef badly injured, but the Child was able to heal the pair of you. It’s powers a shock to everyone, but less so to Mando, who’d seen the Child’s power against the Mudhorn.
You’d finally made it to Nevarro, yourself and Cara claiming to be the ones who’d captured the wanted Mandalorian. You tried to play it as cool as Cara did, but you were panicking, knowing everything was about to get a lot more difficult.
Fast-forward to Cara practically dragging you down through the grate to leave Mando – now Din – behind, to make sure the Child was safe. You didn’t make it very far before Din and IG-11 joined you in the tunnels under the city. You handed the Child to Cara before rushing to Din, embracing him tightly.
“Don’t ever do that again. Me and the Child need you, Din.”
“I’m sorry, mesh’la. It seemed like the only way out for you.” The Mando’a was lost on you, but you linked one of his arms around your shoulders so you could help him walk. He leaned his body weight on you for a little while before the bacta IG-11 had administered began to work, and he was able to walk by himself. You did still have a firm grip on his hand for a short amount of time, and while nobody mentioned it you could see Cara and Greef share a knowing glace, which made you blush and let go of Din’s hand.
You reached the enclave, only to find a pile of armour, and even though you couldn’t see his face, you could tell by his body language that Din was devastated. He soon became enraged, turning on Greef, before the Armourer appeared, explaining what had happened. You watched in awe as she bestowed Din’s pauldron with the Mudhorn signet and declared Din to be the Child’s father until his home is found.
You held tightly onto the Child as you travelled down the lava river, watching on as IG-11 sacrificed himself for the child. You weren’t ashamed to admit you shed some tears over the droid, and you were almost sure Din did under his helmet too.
After the big brawl with Moff Gideon, everything you’d been dreading had finally come to pass, and you could relax now. You said your goodbyes to Cara and Greef and made your way back to the Crest. Din held tightly onto you, and you held the Child between your bodies, as he flew you back to the ship. When you reached the ship, an upsetting sight was left for you.
You quickly ran into the Crest, and put the Child in his crib, before appearing back outside and helping Din bury Kuill and leave a memorial for him. You cried into Din’s chest once you’d finished, the pair of you looking down at the goggles atop the pile of rocks. Din held your hand as you walked back to the Crest, not letting go until he climbed the ladder and you followed.
Once you were in hyperspace, your new adventure to find the Child’s home planet officially begun, you realised it was now or never.
“…Din?” you spoke barely above a whisper.
He pressed a few buttons before turning his chair around and nodding, waiting for you to continue.
You took a deep breath before starting, “I know we haven’t known each other for a long time, but today really proved to me how much you truly mean to me. I honestly though I was going to lose you, back in that cantina…” your voice faltered, and he reached a hand out to lace his gloved fingers with yours. “And I don’t know what I’d do without you, Din. I think I’m falling in love with you. And I understand if you can’t reciprocate that, but I had to get this off my chest… Today was just… so much.”
There was silence for a while before he grabbed your other hand and spoke softly, “I feel the same way mesh’la. I was so afraid of what I was feeling, but a lot of things have made me realise I love you too. Today, especially. When you all took off down the sewers, I thought I was gonna die there, not having told you what you meant to me. So, when IG healed me, I knew I needed to tell you. But you beat me to that, I guess.” You heard a noise through the modulator, which you assumed to be a chuckle, and it drew a laugh out of you too.
“I’m glad.” You smiled and leaned forward to rest your forehead against his Beskar-clad one. You closed your eyes and stayed there for a while, before being interrupted by the hiss of the door, as the Child clumsily made his way into the cockpit. You both broke apart laughing, and you picked the Child up, settling him in your lap. Din leaned back in his chair, watching you and the Child, smiling brightly beneath the helmet.
“What a weird band of misfits we are.” You laughed as you looked up at Din.
“A family.” He spoke back, and the soft smile that adorned your face almost took his breath away.
A family, you thought. You could get used to that.
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daniloqp · 3 years
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The truth about the quietest city in America
The truth about the quietest city in America
https://theministerofcapitalism.com/blog/the-truth-about-the-quietest-city-in-america/
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This loss of silence on the radio has coincided with a loss of audible silence. In 2000, the director of the U.S. National Park Service passed an ordinance on “soundscape preservation and noise management” that required parks to document and work to preserve natural sounds. The board expired in 2004. Three years later, when the iPhone debuted, Science reported that human-caused noise pollution was “widespread” in U.S. protected areas. Acoustic environmentalist Gordon Hempton believes there are a dozen places left in the United States where a person cannot hear man-made sounds for 15 minutes. More than annoying, this noise has been shown to increase the risk of heart attacks, strokes, diabetes and even cancer. The simultaneous increase in radio noise has also had deadly effects, with heavy use of smartphones related to depression, anxiety, sleep deprivation, teen suicides and, unsurprisingly, motor vehicle accidents.
Wouldn’t there be fewer traffic accidents and deaths if it were impossible to drive and send text messages at the same time? Wouldn’t we all sleep better if we lived in a place without constant connectivity? Wouldn’t our lives be richer and our communities stronger if we weren’t always online? And if all these benefits of a less digitized life were true, wouldn’t Green Bank and the surrounding quiet area be a kind of utopia?
These questions led me to Appalachia, through snow-capped mountain passes and steep slopes, to the rugged Daniel Boone and Stonewall Jackson counties, in the heart of the quiet area of ​​national radio, in search of of an alternative to our technology-obsessed phone. addicted, kidnapped by attention, final displacement society. When I first arrived in 2017, the observatory welcomed about thirty media visitors a year, with a regular publication of articles on the so-called Quietest City in America. On busy days, three film crews could be seen piled on top of the Robert C. Byrd Green Bank telescope, all competing for the most dangerous images: quiet.
After my initial I visited Green Bank with Jenna, came back a dozen times over the next three years to do a series of extended stays, which came up so often that people asked me if I had moved permanently. I joined a book club, helped build a house, searched the ramps, and shot myself with a 7-year-old boy. He frequented a small country church where the “Register of Attendance and Offerings” mounted on the wall was never updated; it was always said that there were 11 attendees and $ 79 in tenths, which contributed to the feeling of still time, of being drawn to a quieter dimension.
It was also a place of contradictions. Shortly after my patrol with Chuck Niday, CNN medical journalist Sanjay Gupta headed to the Green Bank for an episode of Vital signs. “The quiet area of ​​national radio,” Gupta said to the camera, “means there’s no cell phone service, there’s no Wi-Fi, there’s no radio. It’s very quiet.” on her heels, Katie Couric visited a National Geographic series. “Green Bank is a city where technology is almost completely banned,” she said in a bright voiceover when the series aired and later commented: people here seem happy to follow the law of the land. “
Even the highest officials in the state fed on the silence. “Not everyone within a 20-mile radius of the facility can have any device that emits a remarkably high amount of electromagnetic radiation,” Senator Joe Manchin would write in a 2018 publication. “This includes WiFi routers, cell phones. and even microwaves. However, these faithful West Virginians have sacrificed all these luxuries to advance science.
Teresa Mullen rolled her eyes at this language. The Green Bank resident and high school teacher had a microwave. He had a smartphone. It had Wi-Fi. I knew where to get the cell phone signal. “It’s not that we’re living a bohemian lifestyle,” he told me. Such was no secret. An observatory street house had Wi-Fi with the network name “Screw you NRAO,” a middle finger insubstantial to the observatory’s silent calls. The Green Bank health clinic had Wi-Fi. So did the senior center. “It’s not supposed to be,” said John Simmons, the county’s senior program director and former county commissioner, “but I think all of these things are made about noise levels.”
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