Singing can be a stress response

... there are dishes to do and people to love.

[punished-venom-solitair-e]

everyone post your biggest hear me outs my friend just showed me two conventionally attractive white men in a row i need to teach him what a real hear me out is

[gardenofeden5457]

.world's largest excavator- nay, world's largest vehicle- the bagger 288

.also, scale reference! just the wheel is 70 feet in diameter

[ceruinus]

'here's a real hear me out' >>posts world's most conventionally attractive piece of machinery

[seasicksandile]

[reystheme]

THE MANDALORIAN 2.01 "The Marshal" ⟡ 3.07 "The Spies" comm for @beskarcyarika

[vel-shipper-form]

【Once, You Have Spoken】 PART 2/4

❗️Please read from right to left (like manga!)

[PART1] [PART2] [PART3] [PART4]

[viejospellejos]

Típico de belgas malinois

[ceruinus]

Good video showcasing exactly why these dogs are not suited to 99 percent of households.

They've gotten very popular recently and I suspect theyre also being dumped in shelters at a high rate

[ultramarineblues]

I can confirm they are.

Which is one of the reasons I reblogged this, I vaguely hope it might make someone somewhere reconsider their choices

[skrytch]

malinois

The Brain of a Jack Russell Terrier in the body of a German Shepherd

[chillisoni]

Bro, try using the right emotions when communicating with padawans, maybe it will help next time 🤔

and thanks for all the reactions to my first post, I really appreciate it!!!!!

[ufonaut]

Beyond his art, Neal Adams is rightfully remembered as an eternal champion of creators’ rights and for the part he & his work played in the Comics Code revision of ‘71 but his contribution to John Stewart’s creation is – I think –  a rather underrated aspect of his career, especially as it’s such a great reminder of the kind of person he was. Taken from an interview conducted and transcribed by Allen W. Wright over at the Green Arrow: Bold Archer fansite, here’s Neal discussing John’s beginnings (x).

[ranahan]

Satine is brought peace this, Satine committed cultural genocide that… I see some variation on my dash every time I open this app. I’m probably guilty of reblogging far too many takes on the topic too, whenever someone has some interesting tidbit to add.

But it occurs to me that the entire question is about framing. In the Clone Wars canon, Mandalorians destroyed their own planet and Satine brought peace. In the Legends, the Republic glassed Mandalore. If you take the Legends frame and look at Satine through it, her actions seem a lot less clear-cut, whether you think the implications are realpolitik or cultural genocide or something else.

Satine is a Clone Wars character, so it’s reasonable to ask whether the Legends framing should be applied to her. Many EU-era fans probably think the answer is obviously yes—after all, their Star Wars has always been an amalgamation of different writers and canons building up on top of each other, where retconning means incorporating the previous material or happily coexisting with the differences. From this perspective, TCW is just another story told in a universe of multiple coexisting stories. Every other character can be looked at through the frame of them existing in this multiverse—why not Satine?

However for fans whose entry point to Star Wars was Clone Wars, the answer is going to be very different. For them, there’s The Canon and then the optional old novels and comic books that may or may not be of interest to them at all. I assume. I mean, if you grew up with TCW you’re a generation younger than me. I don’t mean this as a patronising comment on your age, only a statement about the limits of my knowledge: I don’t know what it was like to grow up with this series, so I’m making an assumption. If this is your point of view, it’s not unjustified: after all, Mr. Lucas himself disregarded EU when writing his own vision of Mandalore, which was quite the departure from what had been previously established.

So where am I going with this? I suppose the sanest way to approach a take about Satine—or Mandalorians generally—is to ask: what is the frame? Is this person working completely within the Clone Wars universe? Are they working completely within the Extended Universe? Are they trying to consolidate both? Is the framing Watsonian or Doylist? And most crucially: what is the goal: is this a media analysis post or someone’s world building post that cherry picks their favourite juicy bits from everything to put in a blender?

[longstringofnumbersandletters]

Peeling off the broken breastplate of a stoic knight who only fights and never speaks, just to realize there’s nothing in there. Not metaphorically—the armor is literally empty. It doesn’t appear to affect him. If the armor stays mostly in the shape of a knight, he just gets back up to keep fighting. But with the chest plate off he just sits there, equally impervious to curiosity as I reach up into the cavity where his body might’ve gone. Stubbornly, no answers are found anywhere in there.

So I forge him a new breastplate and on the inside, because I know he has plenty of room, I put a little pocket. Not big enough to hold anything functional of course. Just a little extra piece to see what he’ll do with it.

He comes back next time with some grievous injury to his nothing, presumably from the massive shredded gash across his thigh plates. He sits and waits. I fix it for him. He is still nothing in there. I decide to add a drawing on the inside, of the type of beast I imagine could rend metal into scraps with a single blow. He puts it back on. He no longer moves as if he is injured.

Over time the interior of the knight becomes decorated with whatever odds and ends I could think to attach to the inside of a guy who’s got room to carry it. What really gets me is that he never removes any of it. Never requests a change. Not even when I installed a curtain rod for a small tapestry, or a bud vase to carry roses for his beloved, or an accordion folder for letters. He didn’t say a word for any of the many, many drawings of mythical beasts that now fight forever inside of his shell.

There are plenty of other forges. I’m not entirely sure why he keeps coming back here anyway. We’re pretty popular, but he could get his armor fixed a lot quicker (and with fewer ridiculous modifications) literally anywhere else. I asked him if I could get a look at his nothing again. He flipped up his visor and nodded his head so I could take a look. It was the same as it had been, filled with drawings and trinkets and weird little fixtures I’d put in there. I asked if he was annoyed by it, or liked it, or felt anything at all, but he literally only ever says nothing, so I’m not sure why I asked.

There’s not much room left in his nothing now. When he comes back for repairs I’ve had to fix my own foolish additions. Some of these pieces are intricate and irritating to repair, but I fix them anyway. It feels wrong to take any of it away from him now, even though I’ve been rudely encroaching on his nothingness to the point where it’s barely even there. How he squeezes his nothing back into a body so full, I’ll never understand. But it’s a game to me now, finding a spot not yet filled and putting something there. A dark part of me wonders if he ever gets filled up completely, if whatever sorcery holds the nothing-knight together may break, and it will all clatter unceremoniously to the floor.

When he hands me his breastplate yet again, it is so shockingly disfigured that I wonder if being made of nothing has somehow kept him alive. No ordinary knight could sustain such injuries. So I fix it. And he waits, unmoving, in a quiet corner of the forge. It’s like he’s watching, even though I know the reading glasses I put inside his helmet were just for fun. I’m careful to put it all back exactly the way it was when he last left. There’s no room to add more this time.

He examines the breastplate, and pauses before putting it back on, like he’s looking for something. Is he worried about the fit? But it suits him just as it always did. He calmly points to a little space, about an inch, between a miniature shelf and one of many pockets. There’s nothing there. I ask him what’s wrong, and again he points. It’s the most emotion I’ve ever seen from him, and it’s barely anything at all. I take it to mean he wants something there.

I spend some time engraving a little snail in the gap. He watches, as much as nothing can watch. When I’m finished he holds the breastplate, but he doesn’t put it on right away. I ask him if something’s still wrong. He says nothing, and puts it on. I tell him I can’t add anything else. Even if he could ask, there’s no room left.

Next time he comes back, there’s nothing wrong with his armor—he lets me check to make sure. I ask him what he’s doing here. Out from one of many pockets, he retrieves a tiny rusted knife. It’s in miserable condition, barely worth saving. I tell him I could make him a nice new one, but I’ll fix it if he likes. He puts it away and reaches around to find something else, a needle and thread. Better condition, but I’m not a sewist and I tell him as much. He puts them away. He then retrieves a little twisted piece of wax paper. I open it. It’s candy. I ask if I can eat it. He says nothing. I eat it. It’s flavored with cinnamon. I’m surprised he let me take it.

He keeps bringing me candy now. His armor is the most laborious to repair out of every client my forge serves, but it’s my own fault so I can’t complain. Sometimes he keeps me company while I work. I wonder if he is trying to tell me something when he hands me mints. I wonder again at the lemon lozenges. He stares at me when I eat, as much as nothing can stare.

One day he brings me a little jar of honey. I thank him, I tell him I’ll save it for dinner. He watches me work, he puts his repaired armor back on, and he stays. My shift passes slowly, and when I finally pack up to leave it’s dark outside. He follows me out of the forge. I ask him where he’s going. He points to the jar in my hand. I ask him if he wants to watch me eat it. He says nothing, but the nothing-knight clearly wants something, so I open the lid and dunk my finger in the honey. I try not to get any on my chin. He stands there, inches away, watching me try to consume this jar of honey without a utensil. It tastes like clovers. About half the jar is left when I’ve finally had enough of pretending to be a bear, but he doesn’t move to leave.

I ask if he’s going to follow me home. He says nothing. I tell him he can if he wants to. Again, nothing. I start walking, and he follows at my side. I know he’s not going to say anything ever, so I fill the silence. I tell him I’m grateful for the sweets, I tell him about how his various components are made, I tell him I’ve never met anyone made of nothing before. I tell him it’s a rare opportunity for a smith to work so much on the inside of something. He says nothing. I tell him again how much I like the candy.

It occurs to me that maybe filling me with sugar is as close as he can get to filling someone else’s empty armor with trinkets. I’m not sure if that’s really why he does it. I tell him I don’t have room to be filled with anything on the inside, not like him. I’m not a container for much besides food. He offers me another piece of candy. Maybe he likes containing something, the way I like to feel full. Maybe it’s nothing at all.

—

I didn’t edit this even a little bit. Thanks for reading!

[justwrite100words]

The clang of rhythmic hammering greeted him, the air around him warmed by the forge. The heat prickled the sliver of exposed skin at his throat. He'd been upright. Now, he was not. No memory of the change remained with him. He was flat on his back, his helmet and body resting on the bench the Armorer kept to accommodate visitors. He could at least remember arriving.

The hammering paused. "Are you with me, Din Djarin?"

He flexed his fingers, forcing his stiff muscles to respond, the joints to bend. Movement was both slow and delayed. All sensation was muted. Then the tingling intensified until is blossomed into pain. His feet and toes suffered the same excruciating process. The rest of his body trailed behind. Breathing was a herculean effort that grew easier with each inhale. Like his lungs were reacquainting themselves with the procedure. Soon enough, he was able to roll his neck and test his vision.

The Armorer appeared above him. "Are you well?"

His chest caught, the huff a mutilated mix of irritation and incredulity. No, he most certainly was not well. But his body's response to the question was heartening. He was responding. A moment ago, he would not have. The lingering aftereffects of the seizure were dissipating. His vision was sharpening and the fog clinging to his mind released its death grip. The fatigue and headache stubbornly stayed. "How long?"

"A handful of minutes only."

Relief flooded him. It was a significantly shorter period of time than he expected. As the baar'ur predicted, he was improving. He tried to temper his optimism. The seizures still afflicted him randomly and without warning. They could possibly burden him the rest of his life.

"Will you rest until late meal?"

He considered the invitation. It would have been easy to close his eyes and allow the hammering to lull him to sleep. He was already horizontal and settled. Instead, he lowered his legs and pushed himself into a seated position. Standing immediately after seemed unwise. So he waited, taking advantage of her hospitality, allowing his system to regain stability.

"Thank you. But I should check on Grogu. He may not be here, but he'll know what's happened."

She nodded, remained close by as he rose, then returned without fanfare to her work. "This is the way," she declared in approval. "Return tomorrow and his vambrace shall be ready."

[depsidase]

[barkingbarghest]

Here is an article from NPR about it (May 22, 2026):

Carolina Milanesi, an independent technology analyst, said Google is trying to make its cash cow business — search — richer and more personalized, and it will make shopping easier. But there is a risk that users may have fewer choices about what to click. "Right now it's: I ask a question, I get a bunch of answers and I feel that I'm in control as to which answer I take, or if I'm looking for something, which product I'm going to end up buying. That is going to be less so going forward," she said. Milanesi envisions AI-enabled search and agents proposing products to consumers — perhaps even those they have requested — but with less clarity or choice around where it's coming from. "If you're going to say: 'I want a pair of Jordans, go find them,' you're not necessarily sure what steps have been taken and whether the AI has used a source or a store that was paid for and therefore came up in the search results," she said, "or if AI actually went and did their due diligence and picked the best for me as a customer."

And here's one from Time magazine (May 20, 2026):

While Google already has “AI Mode,” the company will now power the whole search bar through its new Gemini 3.5 Flash model.  Instead of the classic list of blue links, Google Search will now also generate a custom page with an AI-generated summary of what you’re searching about, which will then trigger a conversation with AI Mode on the main page, allowing users to ask follow-up questions—similar to the kind of layout you would see when opening ChatGPT.

And a little more from Time's article on how this may affect the websites that we are trying to search for:

When Google first started implementing AI-assisted results, news publishers warned of “catastrophic” impacts on the industry, much of which relies on Google search to drive users to their websites.  Last year, news websites saw significant traffic declines as chatbots increasingly replaced Google search as the primary way to find sites and ask questions.  Small businesses also noted drops in traffic to their sites from Google, which has traditionally delivered customers.   Lily Ray, vice president of SEO strategy & research at Amsive, a digital marketing agency, warned as early as last year that Google’s planned changes to search are “going to have a devastating impact on the Internet.”  “It will severely cut into the main source of revenue for most publishers and it will disincentivize content creators who rely on organic search traffic, which is millions of websites, maybe more,” she told Technology Magazine.  

[anarchopuppy]

noai.duckduckgo.com blocks all AI content in search results automatically

[aura218]

Is Mando responsible for the near-extinction of his clan? (in s1)

Yes

No

Nuance in the comments

I wanna click things!!!! / show results

Voting ended on20h

As i'm recovering from surgery, i'm watching a lot of space operas. I got a little lost in the whole greater Mandalorian epic between eps 3 and 8. Is it really Mando's fault (Mando the MC, voiced by Pedro and body-acted by esteemed stuntman Brendan Wayne) that they all came out of hiding and immediately all got killed? They were supposed to be a tight clan of trained fighters.

[lostwren]

They tell you that its not the fight with the Bounty Hunters. Its Stormtroopers/the remnants. So yeah, the sudden appearance of many problem caused the Empire to act.

But it was only a matter of time.

(The Covert would have been halfway packed, however. Relocating (as Paz says they will). And I wonder if that made them more venerable. Since, theoretically, those most able should have been off hunting down ships?)

[cheeseanonioncrisps]

Imo it's even funnier if you hc that the Eridian Welcoming Committee don't even know how to read and write English. They're plugging their messages to Saviour Grace into the jankiest first edition version of Edridian Google translate and copy pasting the first thing that it spits out.

Rocky, who is one of Erid's foremost Thinking Machine Experts, has offered numerous times to fix the translation program for them. Rocky has offered numerous times to go over their translations in person since, y'know, he's also Erid's second most fluent reader and writer of English.

The EWC think Saviour Rocky is very kind, but probably overreacting. After all, if their mistranslations and general cultural misunderstandings were as bad as everybody claims, then surely Saviour Grace would have complained by now.

Rocky would really like Grace to complain. Rocky has begged Grace to complain. During a particularly tense discussion on the subject, Rocky went so far as to threaten to change the biodome's wifi password. (Taken back immediately when Grace pointed out that this would mean no more movie nights for the foreseeable future.)

Grace considers the team's efforts to be a key part of his enrichment. The team are just thrilled to be making him feel more at home on Erid, since he's going to be living here for the rest of his tragically short human lifespan (as clarified in their latest message: “YOU WILL DIE HERE. SOON. 😊”).

Rocky is in hell statement. Maybe it's not too late to go back into space again.

[rabbit-heartt]

just some straight up bullshit

haven’t drawn in months so every paint brush I pick makes my art style do a 180 whatever man

[dot41g]

[lostwren]

Clan Mudhorn

Din Djarin, who has lived under a beskar helmet since he was 13. Din Djarin who has not heard his name spoken since the fall of Mandalore*. Well. Who is to say that Din Djarin-

Remembers which part is the name he shared with his first family? And which was only his own.

*which… come on? Are you telling me the Covert called him beroya the whole time? You have to call people something, right? Were they so scared of the Empire (of everyone) that they lost their names? (Because, yeah. Okay. Cult behavior.)

[non-binary-clown-painting]

Looking at all of the Star Wars books that involve Darth Vader, he must have been that absolute god of scheduling. Like, this is the Dark Side power that Palpatine was talking about. Vader was practically everywhere during the rise of the Empire, according to the books.

[soldierofidiots]

I'd like to imagine he only shows up for like 4 eps in shows like rebels with season long runtimes is because he has a zoom meeting to be at right after throwing a jedi through 9 walls

[lostwren]

Unironically- anyone who survives the Empire (not just Jedi) is because Vader got called into another leadership retreat or double booked for a murder and execution. The man was everywhere but thank the force there was only 1 of him (mostly).

[azertyrobaz]

Sorry Grogu, but that was karma for all the frogs you ate.