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someone save alphonse elric and may chang from a very long suffering year
I think when you grow up lacking material things, or lacking affection or any form of stability, you end up saving everything for later in a constant fear of running out or you end up being so ashamed of asking people for help, for a job, for any kindness and then ending up being denied, that you donât dare asking, even if you have financial stability and good relationships in the present as an adult. You end up self-sabotaging in fear of what it might mean to desire something and not have it. The more you want, the more you abstain and the bigger that sort of empty craving gets. Donât feel guilty for the seemingly enormity of your own needs, because the more you abstain from them, the bigger they get. Donât let your soul starve. Donât let yourself run on empty. Donât let the emptiness grow into a pit. Donât save happiness for later or for when you âbecomeâ a worthy person - you donât need to earn every little thing, you donât have to hurt yourself to be worthy of some soothing or any help.
Making this abundantly obvious.
Clint would absolutely wear hoochie daddy shorts. This is not up for debate
Us, arriving to Austria to a tiny family hotel owned by an elderly lady
Us: speak only limited German
Lady: barely speaks English
Us:
Lady:
Lady: Czech? Slovak?
Us: Czech
Lady, to herself: Czech, that's a Slavic language right
Lady: understand Yugoslavian?
Us:
Us: yeah that works
Shit like this can really only happen in Europe. Reminds me of the time I took my best shot at ordering at a restaurant in Spain in spanish. The closest language to spanish that I actually speak is latin.
Waiter: Germany?
Me: No, Czechia.
Waiter, in a heavily accented but intelligible Czech: Why didnât you say so before! We get you guys here all the time!
JĂĄ v roce 2019 na UkrajinÄ: OK, takĹže kdyĹž pouĹžiju tohle staroÄeskĂ˝ slovo, pĹidĂĄm polskĂ˝ sloveso, svĂŠ chabĂŠ znalosti zĂĄhorĂĄÄtiny a Ĺeknu to s ruskym pĹĂzvukem, tak to projde.
[Me in 2019 in Ukraine: ok so if i use this Old Czech word, add a Polish verb, my poor knowledge of the ZĂĄhorie dialect of Slovak and say it with a Russian accent, it might pass]
Reminds me of the time when we were in Poland and I tried to order a burger using a truly unholy mix of Slovak, Russian and Ostrava dialect (which in itself is like an unholy mix of Czech and Polish).
I did get the burger
[#my grandpa called this "Slavic Esperanto"]
I know Ukrainians who can do this on purpose and masterfully, and it was mind-blowing to hear a speech as immediately understandable to an audience of native speakers of three different native Slavic languages, not just two languages as is common
During one student exchange I (a Pole) got acquainted with two students from Czechia and Russia. At first we talked in English or German, but after a while weâve noticed, that we could understand each otherâs native languages just fine. And if some word was unknown in one language, another one had the right synonym.
*Each of us talking in their mother tongue*
Me: Bla bla bla.
Russian: I donât know this âblaâ.
Czech: Oh, we have âblaâ! We also call it âthatâ!
Russian: Oh I know âthatâ! Itâs a very old version of âthisâ.
Me: Oh, we have âthisâ too, but it means something slightly different.
German acquaintance: Was fĂźr nen ScheiĂ zieht ihr da ab? o_O
the reason there aren't slavic people in the bible is that they wouldn't have been surprised or awed to hear the disciples speak in tongues and be understood by people of many nations at once
Slavs walked away from the Tower of Babel mildly inconvenienced.
As a non-native speaker of Czech who is only conversationally proficient and has terrible grammar, let me tell you, no one was more surprised than I was to discover that I can understand Slovak just fine. And when the two moving guys finished hauling my furniture to my new apartment and we were chatting a bit before they left, I discovered that the reason I'd had a little trouble understanding one of their "accents" was because he was speaking Ukrainian the whole time.
"Slavs walked away from the Tower of Babel mildly inconvenienced." killed me
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Self-indulgent Jedi OC, largely inspired by this Padme outfit and the Headcanon that it spawned.
Incorporated both the masculine and feminine styles of my clan because I can.
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My ancestors, watching me dump an entire stick of cinnamon, two cloves, an allspice berry, and a generous grating of nutmeg into my tea, sweetened with white sugar and loaded with cream, while I sit in my clean warm house surrounded by books, 25+ outfits for different occasions, and 6 pairs of shoes, in a building heated so well I have the windows open in mid-autumn:
Our daughter prospers. We are proud of her. She has never labored in a field but knows riches we could not have imagined.
I like this so much better than the idea that our ancestors would be embarrassed or ashamed of us for being âsoftâ or some crap like that.
My ancestors, watching me stuff my face with fried chicken while studying: She eats like an imperial concubine and can afford to study like am imperial scholar. WE MADE IT
She eats like an imperial concubine and can afford to study like am imperial scholar
My ancestors watching me use my stand mixer while living in a small apartment and attending university: Thou hast kneadeth bread in FOUR hail marys??? FOUR??? And thou ist poor as a churchmouse, yet liveth in a fine cottage with four pounds butter and fresh berries in thy larder!! And two featherbeds! And thou attendeth the Kingâs college, as a lord!!
My ancestors being like:
Look at this fine young lady! She can paint she can sew and embrody, she sings and read
And without a wealthy father to pay for that, plus she is florid in the body! She doesnât know hunger!
We did it!
Me: /wearily studying/
My Ancestors: TRULY SHâ what? They? A little unorthodox, but reasonable I suppose. TRULY THEY PROSPER, FOR THEY LIVE IN A DWELLING WITH MANY ROOMS AND ONLY THEIR SPOUSE TO SHARE IT WITH! THEY HAVE DOGS WHO DO NOT PERFORM A FUNCTION! THEY HAVE MANY BOOKS AND DO NOT HAVE TO SPIN THEIR OWN YARN! THEY BATHE AT A WHIM WITH GENTLE SOAP FREE OF LYE! OUR DESCENDANT BRINGS HONOR AND PRIDE TO OUR LINEAGE!
Me: /yawns and sips my coffee/
My Ancestors: /cheer wildly/
Me: *hunched over at my desk nursing a headache.*
My Ancestors: âTruly, we prosper; see here, our infirm descendant need not even work on her poor days, but has the luxury to rest as she sees need! A doctor attends to her illnesses; her clothes are warm and free of pests; she cares for exotic and dangerous animals within her own home! We have found the height of luxury!â
Me: *treats myself to a pineapple and a bunch of bananas*
My Georgian ancestors: ZOOTH SHE HAS BOUGHT A PINEAPPLE! NOT MERELY BORROWED ONE! TRULY SHE HAS ACHIEVED FAR MORE THAN WE COULD KNOW!
me: [puts on warm socks and a blanket, is now warm regardless of the weather outside]
My impoverished Russian Jewish ancestors:
Me: [learns to knit from youtube videos]
My ancestors: Our descendant, the heir to all our hopes and fears for a far-off future⌠She can buy fine clothes woven and knit by automatons, with but a fraction of a dayâs earnings⌠and she does⌠she has so much free time to do as she pleases⌠and she uses some of that time to do what we did.
One woman from rural Poland, who died from smallpox in 1717 CE, a grandmother at 35: I knit roses and peonies into my and my childrenâs gloves⌠it wasnât much extra work to dye the red, once I had already cleaned the wool and spun the yarn, and to knit in the designs⌠and I wasnât a gifted knitter but I was a good knitter, and I thought, well, it might not make a difference to how warm the glove is, but it made the children happy and it made me happy. I liked to make things beautiful when I could.
Another woman, a peasant from whatâs now France, who died from getting kicked by a mammoth in 8995 BCE: [Patting her on the back] I made my familyâs clothes too. Every day my sister and I wove and wove and tended our children. We went out of our way to make the cloth lovely. Not a trace of it remains anywhere on earth now⌠But it mattered to us. And she might not know our names, or know it was us, but evidently, it matters to her too. She has so much beauty available to her, in every direction, and she wants to make it where we once made it.
[everyone sobbing and high-fiving each other.]
A man from Britain, 1104 CE, sitting at the trans-temporal telescope, reporting on my doings: Sheâs stopped knitting and now sheâs playing minecraft.
The other ancestors: Ah, yes, the dream of building. We know this one well. What vision doth she design now?
Telescope man: Looks like⌠Some kind of floating temple?
Everyone: [Goes completely apeshit]
Me: studying Marine Biology, out in the middle of the Elkhorn slough absolutely fucking covered in the most foul-smelling mud and swamp scum you can imagine, deliriously happy as I spot a tell-tale bubbling in the mud. I jump off the small dock and drive my entire arm into the mud like a Mortal Kombat Character ripping someoneâs heart out of their chest, and pull out a 4lb, two-foot long Geoduck Clam and hold it aloft, triumphant.
My Homminid ancestors, who were doing exactly this with much smaller clams 900,000 years ago: *going absolutely literally apeshit over my flawless technique and the marvelous size of my quarry* CLAM! CLAM! CLAM! CLAM! CLAM! CLAM! CLAM! WHOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Me: throwing back another dose of antibiotics like a pro
My ancestors: That which disfigured, maimed, and killed so many of us is a mere annoyance to her! Her constitution is poor, yet she is possessed of greater health than many of us could dream of!
Me, muttering to myself: Man, I really donât want to have to have surgery to fix my scoliosis.
My ancestors: YOU CAN FIX THAT!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
me: [sleeps in for 12 hours straight after staying up late writing, stays in bed for a few more hours after that due to a lack of energy caused by depression, only gets up to pick up food delivered to the door]
my scottish ancestors: he can rest for long periods of time without fear of hunger or illness, comfortable under thick, warm blankets that he did not have to make himself, and still be nourished to a healthy weight. we made it. holy shit we made it
me: [is poked awake by cat, absently pets him a few times before hugging him like a plushie and falling back asleep]
my scottish ancestors: by the gods⌠he has the luxury of gentleness, and he loves freely and generously for love is all he has ever known. how blessed we are
[Translated from German] An ancestor, ca 1700, from a village near Stuttgart: My descendant works less than I ever dreamed and yet does not stop working. They habe the time and comfort to study and play games of more wondrous variety than the Prince. They have traveled thrice to a land further away than I can conceive and consider it a mere triviality. Is this not the land of prosperity?
Iâve always personally headcanoned that if Mandalorians DID have certain stereotypical family/relationship roles it wouldnât be anywhere close to gendered, like one person is the man and one person is the woman. It would be like, one person is the shield and one person is the sword. One is the guard and one is the hunter. The bigger and stronger of the two â traditionally, though obviously every marriage would be different and most wouldnât conform exactly, especially with polyamory â might be the one to stay home and guard the kids and the clan. While the faster, more maneuverable and perhaps deadlier of the two went out and hunted, provided, initiated raids. A Mandalorian couple fighting together would be so dangerous for so many reasons but principally because if theyâre both there it probably means youâre on their territory and both the guard and the hunter are after you, and now youâre seriously fucked.
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*Cody in the middle of a nerdy commander rant*
*Rex clicks back teeth twice in quick succession*
Cody: did you justâ try to mute me?
Rex: ...
This could actually be a legitimate form of Mando/clone nonverbal communicationâŚ
Teeth chattering, winking, scrunching, tongue gestures, eyebrow movements, puffing out cheeks, blowing out air, pursing lips, etc.
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Mandalorian School System
Prefacing this by saying that I know jack-shit about education, except for what I´ve scraped off the internet.
So we know training starts at eight, right?
I actually doublecked this, and I have no idea what the actual canon source for this is.
Proposition: That´s a missconception and usually practiced in isolated communities that, very importantly, don´t have a centralized school.
Essentially, up until eight years old you´re free to run around with your friends and family pets and pretend to be heroes - or villains, if that´s your speed - of ancient times, or gather a bunch of frogs in a bucket, haul them in the house and make your parents chase them all over the place like the little menace you are.
Once you´re eight, education starts going beyond songs and stories and basic reading and writing skills, and where the education system turns itself into a hundred-headed hydra where all the heads try to achieve the same objective.
We already know mandalorian lifestyles are as diverse as the entire galaxy. That neccessarily means not all mandalorian kids get the same education, but there are probably some common trends.
Nomadic families probably homeschool their kids, because doing standardized mandalorian lessons with whatever relative volunteered for the ungrateful job of supervising however many schoolaged brats there are is better than changing schools every year. If it´s a whole Clan living in one ship, there´s probably a lot of you. Nomadic homeschooling probably also automatically includes lessons on astronavigation, languages and cultures and economics, because those are skills you need to continue your lifestyle.
Small villages probably have small schools to teach all the kids together, and the duty of teaching all these chaotic brats math is split between the Elders and somebody who hopefully knows what they´re doing. Lessons probably include a lot of local topics and small economics, and you still spend a lot of time outside, chasing vermin with your friends like a pack of hellions.
Isolated homesteads are probably another hotspot of homeschooling, except you learn less astronavigation and more "how to keep the fucking groundhogs out of the vegetable garden".
Larger communities neccessarily have larger schools, and cities might even have a university.
I´m fully convinced Keldabe has one of the oldest universities in the galaxy and consistently produces lawyers who eviscerate opposing council with their arguments.
Anyways.
Basic education between eight and thirteen includes not only math and stuff, but also the Canons of Honor and the entire legal system that comes with it. And, of course, self-defense.
Nobody bothered to explain to outsiders that education means both teaching the little hellspawn how to write a speech and how to throw a punch. Preferably both at the same time.
The crux is that a coming of age "hunt" at thirteen makes no sense. So you´ve shown that you can kill a thing, great. I bet you could do that at seven with a slingshot.
NO, the Verd'goten is a challange to show that you can understand, argue and follow the Canons of Honor. Mandalorian society is build entirely on an oral system of values, and they seem to spend a lot of time debating them.
If you can´t act within the laws, you can´t support the community.
What the task turns out to be is entirely on your nearest goran and how much of a rebellious brat you´ve been the last five years, lol. Better not have them think your Verd'goten needs to be a lesson.
Anyways, after thirteen you probably have a lot of options. Maybe you plan on taking over your parent´s farm one day. Maybe you lined up an apprenticeship under a local craftsperson, maybe you need to move to get into the field you want. Maybe you wrote an application for a university, took the neccessary tests for your field and are now moving in with a clansperson in the city. Maybe your family is nomadic and somebody opted to stay with you while you get a Master in Gungan Opera, who knows.
Thirteen is considered cultural majority. When children are given responsibility for their own path.
Legal adulthood might be a lot more nebulous, based entirely on circumstance, or even a concept of the outside galaxy humored to avoid conflict.
Also, I´m convinced mandalorian schools don´t have grades.
What happens when a Jedi Initiate dies?
It cannot always be prevented, the galaxy is a dangerous place, especially for children, and the Jedi are still only mortal.
Accidents happen. Illnesses exist.
Tragedies do too.
The Crèchemasters are highly trained to prevent that, of course, but they too are only mortal. They too can fail.
The death of an Initiate is a heavy burden, for the entire Temple. It doesn't happen often, but when it does it is a heavy burden. It is from that burden that one of the Order's most sacred traditions stems from.
They may die an Initiate, but they will not join the Force without guidance.
When an Initiate dies, they automatically gain the rank of Padawan â no matter their age. They will posthumously be taken in by a Master and be gifted a braid and a lineage. If they already found their crystal and built their saber, these too will be taken care of by their new Master.
Some Masters of such Ghost-Padawans, especially those who had a bond before their passing, will live the following years as if they had a living student. They will not take on another until the Force or they themselves deems them ready, at which point the High Council will hold a honorary Knighting.
Because while the Order might lose an Initiate, no Initiate will ever be left alone.
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#yoda is one of the last jedi masters. he takes the initiates on as his ghost-padawans. every single one.
#he spends hours in his hut on dagobah weaving padawan braids from swamp grasses
#they all look alike but he can tell them apart and knows what initiate each one of them is for. he knew every child by name.
#he tells bedtime stories for the little ones and he teaches lessons to the older ones
#sometimes he feels a ripple in the force like a padawan has interrupted him to ask a question
#he doesn't truly believe it's them but it is comforting to imagine that their souls have found rest in his swampy world
#and that their last memory was not one of terror but of peace and calm and the gentle droning of insects
#yoda has more apprentices in the space of twenty years than he had in the rest of his lifetime
#and when he fades into the force
#hundreds of wisps of light surround him
Guys, do you think Mandalorians are the type to do the âletâs marry off members of our clan to other members of other clans to have more power and protection from our enemies etc.â?
Itâs for world building reasons.
If I may share a headcanon, a slightly cracky one I developed based on the fanon idea that Mandalorians will adopt anything that moves-
It isn't the marriage that causes the clan bond, it's the adoption rite that happens afterwards. A marriage between two Mandalorians is a personal bond- but! It opens them up to be adopted by their new in-laws, unless their parents get there first. Weddings shifted from big parties with everyone involved to an exchanging of vows that could be done with only the two bond mates involved out of necessity following years of hostilities when two sets of parents attempted to adopt the others' child immediately after the ceremony (after all, only one person has to say 'I know your name as my child' versus the two that have to repeat the marriage bond)
Marriage is thus an institution that, rather than bringing clans together, has caused entire wars over who gets to adopt whose child into whose clan. Clans that have never seen members intermarry are in fact more likely to ally with each other, since there isn't any bad blood about certain grandbabies being raised with certain names. In short, I think in Mandalorian culture marriage has caused more issues than it's solved with clan alliances (because really, what hasn't at this point) and the number one way to strengthen a clan is to adopt! Which means that all those Mando ba'buire looking for new descendants don't sit around waiting for their ade to bring home new blood, they go out and adopt it for themselves- creating gigantic clans where a verde might get a new vod once a year every year after they reach the age of galactic majority (16-21 idk what it is but something like that) and that half of these new vode will be older than they are!
This has led to newly married Mandalorians adopting or popping out babies as quickly as they can, just to stop the endless flow of siblings (everyone knows a ba'buir's weakness is bu'ade) and coincidentally, had the side effect of some original kids and newly adopted adult kids marrying *each other*- only when both are adult parties who are not genetically related and have not grown up as siblings- in a frantic effort to stem the tide of adoptions. The strongest clans are those that have hundreds of members all under the same house name, all consistently after the same thing- MORE CLAN MEMBERS, whether they be adopted, birthed, married, or otherwise shanghaied into the family. (Kark them other clans, enough members means we don't need no other stinking clans)
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Ahsoka Tano is six years old and she has the most scars out of everyone in her class.
She shows them off proudly when people ask. The one on her knee is from climbing the trees in the temple gardens, she says. A thin white line wraps around her forearm from a mistake in saber training. Various scrapes and cuts cover her hands, and she rolls up the sleeves of her robes to show them off. They are badges of honor.
At ten years old, she is placed in the advanced saber classes with the older students. She meets a girl named Barriss Offee, the padawan of a high Master of the Jedi Counsel. Barriss is everything Ahsoka would expect her to be. She is calm, yet stern, and a master of soresu. She is the ideal padawan, a role model for the younglings that look up to her. She is everything Ahsoka wants to be.
Ahsoka is fourteen when the war breaks out.. 212 Jedi fight in the arena on Geonosis, fighting and dying for their republic. Ahsoka attends the funerals, as do all the other padawans. She watches the pyres bearing the crest of the Jedi order burn as the bodies return to the force from which they came. She scans the crowd until she finds Barriss, one of the 30 survivors of the massacre. She has her head down, firelight glinting off of the tear tracks on her cheeks.
A month later Ahsoka is sent out, apprenticed to the newly knighted Anakin Skywalker. She wasnât stupid. She had heard all the rumors: that Skywalker was the chosen one, that he had joined the temple at the time he became a padawan, that he would save the order from darkness, and that Anakin Skywalker would end the war. She adjusted her saber on her belt as the gunship took her down to Christophsis. She cooly walked down the ramp and introduced herself.
Anakin Skywalker was⌠underwhelming.
He didnât command her to silence with his voice, or stand proud at attention. He slouched, and he whined often. If this is the Hero Without Fear, Ahsoka thinks, then he will need all the help I can give him.
Ahsoka is in battle the day she turns fifteen. They are pushing the separatists back toward the northern end of the city on an occupied planet in the outer rim. Ahsoka slashes and cuts, ducking under droids; weaving in and out of the fray. Her free arm drifts far from her body, covered in bandages from all the times she has forgotten to cover it. At the end of the day, she receives a gift: materials for a new lightsaber and a promised trip to Ilum.
She adapts to her new lightsaber quickly, like a limb she was always missing. Soon, she is spinning and slashing so quickly that it is impossible for the untrained eye to tell limb from saber. She throws herself into battle with all the ferocity of the akul whose teeth now decorate her headdress. It is a mark of honor, she reminds herself, and preens with pride.
Ahsoka Tano is sixteen years old and she has the most scars out of everyone in her class. She no longer remembers the now faded scar on her knee from climbing in the temple garden. She canât tell you where her new scars come from either. On rare occasions between battles, she returns to the temple to study. Her classmates stare at her; revere her. She is the padawan of the Hero Without Fear, she has fought beside the great Jedi masters, and she can beat any one of her classmates in a fight.
They notice sheâs changed. Where she was once unsure, there is now cool confidence in herself and her comrades. She no longer boasts or shows off to her classmates. She is extraordinarily kind to the younger padawans, who all look up to her.
She still drums her fingers on her desk, looking for all the world as she would rather be doing more important things than sitting in a classroom. She still spaces out when others are talking to her, but everyone has noticed the way she is quick to draw her sabers, always sitting on the edge of her seat, always looking past her classmates as if searching the horizon for threats. Yes, Ahsoka Tano has changed.
She is still sixteen when she thinks she loses everything.
She is seventeen when she does.
Ahsoka Tano is eighteen years old and she stands vigil for a home she will never be able to return to.
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How the Geneva Drive (the mechanical step that makes the second hand on a clock work by turning constant rotation into intermittent motion) works.
Oh snap!
As an engineer, this makes me happy.
If only one loop of this gif were equal to one secondâŚ
easy peasy
watching this while listening to a clock ticking is the best decision i have ever made
You may like this amazing web page then: https://ciechanow.ski/mechanical-watch/ Itâs a full break down of how a mechanical watch works, every single part including a complication. Every diagram is interactive and beautifully put together. Itâs a fantastic read, fun to play with and really informative.
Seconding this recommendation, and in fact this personâs entire blog: he has multiple of these explainers and theyâre all good.
In particular, if youâre a programmer who finds floating point numbers to be exotic dark magic, I strongly recommend his Exposing Floating Point post. There are many guides/tutorials on floating point arithmetic out there but IMO this is the best one and makes them really not seem so difficult by the end of it (or at least, all their counterintuitive behavior now makes sense).