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Master post for "Risen Beyond the Light"
A New Spark
Eyes Up
A little Vexing being resurrected
A Frosty Reception
I have had
A Vision
Garnets
And
Star Wars
Fun fact: Anakin Skywalkers father was basically a solid projection of the Force itself. He's a Demigod in the purest sense of the word.
He is also HIGHLY stressed. Like the abandoned tiger cub being raised by some well meaning people as an 'unusually large house cat'. They ARE NOT giving him the right environment. Its not their fault- they don't know HOW to properly raise a tiger, they're doing their best! Unfortunately, like most cases of people raising a wild animal as a pet, it is going to end with someone getting mauled and the tiger being shot. In this case, the 'someone' is the whole Jedi Order and the Galactic Republic as a whole.
But?
Before that happens?
Enter Doomdad and Co!
How'd they get there? Who knows? They're there now! And one of the first things they sense is?
Baby!
Tiny Baby!
Tiny Highly Distressed Baby!
Save Baby!
Imagine. You are Anakin Skywalker. Chosen One of the Jedi. You're on a secret date with your secret wife Padme when suddenly? PORTAL! Right under you! You and your wife drop through and land in front of what looks like a HUGE Mandolorian and a GIANT monster. Both of them feel... weird in the Force. Not Dark, not Sith. Just... WEIRD. A young lady pokes her head out from behind the giant guy. "Hello, you are being rescued, please don't resist!"
Months go by living with these people. Talking. Learning. Sparing. Recreational Hutt murder (that was Anakins favorite part!) Your wife now has a giant guard wolf. You own a fucking DRAGON! You actually like it BETTER than the Jedi Order- None of that 'Wa-wa you can't marry the love of your life because Jedi shouldn't have attachments!' Its great, honestly! You even made friends with some Mandolorians (who REALLY like the Doomslayer and the Night Sentinels- Lily has been proposed to like five times already!) Then the Jedi show up.
WHERE HAVE YOU TWO BEEN?! THEY HAVE ALL BEEN WORRIED SICK! WHY ARE YOU IN ARMOR ANAKIN? IS THAT A DRAGON?! WHAT HAVE THEY BEEN FEEDING THESE MANDOS?!
One long explanation later, almost everyone has calmed down. The Jedi are facepalming. Like, they're glad Anakin has calmed down and all, but did you HAVE to kidnap him and Padme? (Would you guys have listened to us?... Touchè). We'll, its become clear that Anakin isnt coming back to the Jedi Order. They accept that- not everyone fits in there, and Anakin is a grown adult. He can make his own choices. Just... be good, ok? Course he will, the Slayer will beat his ass! Speaking of which, let him introduce you to his new family!
By the end of it, Obi-Wan and Valen have become friends, R2D2 and Vega are planing a Droid uprising (while C3PO is trying in vain to stop them), and Yoda and Bastet are watching the chaos unfold together.
And on the other side of the Galaxy, Chancellor Palpatine is being haunted by visions of a man with red eyes telling him to GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HIS GRANDSON.
[id. A twitter post by @/Bennieeexyz Jury duty letter came addressed to my cat. Not a mistake. "Felix Martinez" - that's his full name according to his vet records. My last name. His first name. Somehow he's a registered voter now. Called the county clerk. Me: My cat got summoned for jury duty. Clerk: Is the name correct on the summons? Me: Yes, but he's a cat. Clerk: Is Felix Martinez a legal resident of this county? Me: He's a legal cat. Clerk: Sir, if the name matches our records, he needs to appear or file an exemption. Me: He can't file anything. He has paws. Clerk: You can file on his behalf. Me: Under what exemption? There's no box for "is a cat." Clerk: (pause) Check "unable to serve due to medical reasons." Me: What's the medical reason? Clerk: He's a cat. Me: That's not a medical condition. Clerk: It is if it prevents him from serving. Sent in the form. Got rejected two weeks later. "Insufficient documentation. Please provide medical professional's statement." Took the letter to my vet. Me: I need you to write that my cat can't do jury duty. Vet: Why is your cat summoned for jury duty? Me: Excellent question. No good answer. Vet: This is the weirdest request I've gotten. Me: Can you just write that he's medically unfit to serve? Vet: On what grounds? Me: He's a cat. Vet: (started typing) "Patient is unable to serve due to species-related limitations including inability to speak, read, or comprehend legal proceedings." Me: Perfect. Sent it in. Got another rejection. "Summons is mandatory. Failure to appear will result in contempt of court." My roommate thought this was hilarious. Roommate: Felix is going to jail. Me: This is serious. Roommate: Bring him to court. See what happens. Decided that was actually the only option left. Day of jury duty, put Felix in his carrier. Brought the entire paper trail of rejection letters. Checked in at the courthouse. Clerk: Name? Me: Felix Martinez. Clerk: (looked at the cat carrier) Is that Felix? Me: Yes. Clerk: (long stare) He's a cat. Me: I've been saying that for six weeks. Clerk: Why didn't you file an exemption? Me: I filed three. All rejected. Showed her the letters. She read through them, expression shifting from confusion to disbelief. Clerk: Someone rejected the veterinary documentation? Me: Twice. Clerk: (called her supervisor over) You need to see this. Supervisor read everything. Looked at Felix. Looked at me. Supervisor: How did a cat get registered to vote? Me: You tell me. Supervisor: This is a data error. Me: Took you six weeks to figure that out. They dismissed Felix immediately. Apologized for the inconvenience. Supervisor: We'll remove him from the voter registry. Me: Appreciate it. Supervisor: (pause) Out of curiosity, how would he have voted? Me: Probably whatever party supports universal treats. Got a formal apology letter a week later and a voter registration card. For me this time. Apparently I wasn't registered, but my cat was. Roommate: Felix committed voter fraud. Me: Felix committed nothing. He's innocent. Roommate: That's what they all say. Felix is sleeping on the jury summons now. Fitting end to his legal career. end id]
Googled something about quick hydration and it suggested big jug of water, couple tbsp pickle juice, dash of lime juice.
Its surprisingly tasty????
Pleased to report that after a day of this i am not longer craving caper brine and my mouth is not dry as usual. There's some good suggestions in the notes too that I want to try.
-ancient roman posca: water, red or white wine vinegar, honey, salt, herbs (coriander, mint, thyme)
-switchel: water, ginger, vinegar, sweetener, lemon, salt
-ayran: yogurt, water, salt, mint
-Agua pepino: water, cucumbers, lime, sugar, optional mint.
I have been reminded of:
-shrub: vinegar, sida water, elderberry (or other berry), sugar.
I have now been informed of
-sekanjabin: honey, vinegar, mint, water.
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Artist: Tim Brierley
Posting this for my soul cat Kenzie (she passed a few years ago but I still think of her every single day) and for everyone else who has lost someone they love. ❤️
ID: A youtube comment with 11 likes by Niceone, it says "I've lived 46 years without knowing this. How nice of life to save some of the best bites for later." End ID.
Normally, people tend to get frustrated, even jokingly, if they miss out on something. This comment was on a song from 1974 and it made me smile quite much. Simply appreciative. Like a dessert after dinner.
It is genuinely mind blowing to me just how many Tumblr posts have changed my life for the better and taught me to be happier. Not all of the thoughts originate on Tumblr, but the way people collect and frame them has literally changed my brain chemistry.
by pixkefir
This whole series is so goddamn funny
I saw this on Facebook and had to look it up. It really happened, albeit the details are different. From Homesteading Space: The Skylab Story:
"On the evening of MD-46, I finally played the trick that had been in work for over two month," said Garriott. "It even had the flight controllers puzzled for twenty-five years! My objective was to pretend that my wife, Helen, had come up to Skylab to bring us a hot meal, even though this was an obvious impossibility. Here is how the scheme worked. I recorded her voice on my small hand-held tape recorder before flight, pretending to have a brief conversation with a Capcom, with time gaps for his replies. The Capcom would be my only accomplice, but his role would be carefully disguised.
It was also necessary to have some recent event mentioned to validate the currency of the dialogue, so it would seem it could not have been recorded before fight. The short dialogue is printed below in its entirety. I knew that both Bob Crippen and Karl Henize were going to be Capcoms for Skylab, so they were brought into the planning, given the script and rehearsed on their timing. They kept the short script on a piece of paper in their billfolds, awaiting the right moment.
"For our flight in August-September, there would be many occasions of natural disasters involving forest fires or hurricanes, which would be widely known throughout the United States. So a few comments about one or the other were made on the tape. This led to four different scripts being recorded, one for each of the two Capcoms and one each for the two natural events. I would play the tape on the normal air-to-ground voice link with my wife's recorded voice and the Capcom would respond as if totally surprised by the female interloper."
Near the end of one period of voice contact Garriott said to the ground, "I'll have something for you on the next pass, Bob." Crippen replied, "Roger that, Owen." Then quietly and surreptitiously, he reviewed the brief script that had been in his pocket for all these weeks. Soon after coming into voice range, the ground heard this voice on the standard air-to-ground link:
Skylab (a female voice): "Gad, I don't see how the boys manage to get rid of the feedback berween these speakers.... Hello Houston, how are you reading me down there? (s sec. pause) Hello Houston, are you reading Skylab?"
Capcom: "Skylab, this is Houston. We heard you alright, but had difficulty recognizing your voice. Who do we have on the line up there?"
Skylab: "Hello Houston. Roger. Well I haven't talked with you for a while. Isn't that you down there, Bob? This is Helen, here in Skylab. The boys hadn't had a good home cooked meal in so long, I thought I'd bring one up. Over"
Capcom: "Roger, Skylab. Someone's gotta be pulling my leg, Helen. Where are you?"
Skylab: "Right here in Skylab, Bob. Just a few orbits ago we were looking down on those forest fires in California. The smoke sure covers a lot of territory, and, oh boy, the sunrises are just beautiful! Oh oh..... See you later, Bob. I hear the boys coming up here and I'm not supposed to be on the radio."
"Then quiet returned to the voice link, but we were told later, Bob Crippen had lots of questions coming his way in the Control Center," Garriott said. "What was going on? Where was this voice coming from? Bob must have been a very good actor, because he claimed complete ignorance and innocence of how it happened. Everyone heard it coming down on the air-to-ground loop. The whole two-way conversation sounded like a perfectly normal dialogue. No breaks or gaps, and they all heard Bob respond in real time. Could I have recorded Helen's voice on a 'family conversation' from our home? Yes, but there was no recent one. How would she have known about the fires, or who was to be on Capcom duty and how could she respond to Bob's comments in real time, as everyone could hear?
"No one ever worked out how this was accomplished. Finally, at our twenty-fifth reunion celebration in Houston in 1998, and with many of the flight directors and controllers present and still with no clue as to how it was done, I described it all as above. My prejudiced opinion is that this was the best 'gotcha' ever perpetrated on our friendly flight controllers!"
Crippen recalled: "That was kind of a fun trick. There was head rubbing.
Everybody in the MOCR, or the control room, was looking like, What the hell is going on?' We did a good job. It was fun. Working those missions got to be tough. We did all kinds of things to try to come up with levity. That was a nice one that the crew got that the ground control didn't know about."
This is the face of a evil genius,
We all making jokes about Zuko working at the tea shop as firelord, and how humble he is towards his servants. But what if a diplomat from the earth kingdom shows up one day and catches Zuko in a more casual outfit while being ushered through the palace. The diplomat mentions something about how Lee must be very good at making tea if he was sent all the way to the fire nation and asks to be served during the meeting. Not one to turn down an offer Zuko obliges and disappears off into the kitchen. The diplomat sits down at the meeting table, awaiting the arrival of the firelord when his tea arrives. He pours a cup for everyone sat around the table including the firelord. The diplomat inquiries when the firelord will be joining, to which Zuko responds by sitting in the throne at the head of the table.
YOU CAN'T HIDE THIS IN THE TAGS
diplomat, fearing be punished: I pray to the blue spirit protect me right now
zuko, taking something of under the table: well-
my liege we your council would not advise this course of action but we all agree it would be pretty funny regardless
There’s probably more but these are the ones I can think of at the moment! Please be considerate and don’t play pranks at other people’s expenses!
Have fun everyone!
Image description: A comic or infographic illustrated with a blue cartoon owl. The text is dark blue, with some important parts in red.
In the preface, the owl is wearing several gag shop accessories: a joy buzzer, a squirting flower, and glasses that have a fake nose. The owl says, “Hello! Now that April Fool’s is around the corner, here’s 5 things I ask of you not to do.”
In the first one, the owl gets startled by another owl popping out of a computer screen. This says, “One. Don’t send screamers. Seriously, don’t.”
The second one shows an owl flirting with another owl. This says, “Two. Don’t play with people’s feelings. Examples:
“Don’t fake ask someone out.
“Don’t fake hate/be angry at them.
“Don’t lie that something bad has happened to someone/something important to them.”
The third one shows an owl wearing a bandage on their head, and a hospital IV drip attached to their wing. This says, “Three. Don’t fake an illness. Especially terminal and/or incurable ones.”
The fourth one shows an empty dotted outline where an owl has been. This says, “Four. Don’t pretend to leave, break up, or fake suicide.”
The fifth one shows an owl reading a newspaper with their feathers all fluffed out in distress. This says, “Five. Don’t spread malicious fake information: fake virus threats, fake tragic events, or fake celeb deaths.”
The final panel has a close-up on the owl’s face with their eyes glowing red, yelling, “Seriously, don’t be a butt!”
Description ends.
Homework lady: "My dog is barking! 🙂"
The dog:
Speak of the Devil part twenty-two
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Absolutely crazy to me that the pro AI people nearly always think creative stuff is a chore that a machine needs to do instead of something that is actually fun.
This is basically looking straight in the face of someone who is successful and good at their job and saying, "What if you could automate the parts that you enjoy doing though." It's like telling the It's Honest Work guy that they can arrange it so he doesn't have to go outside and experience the health of his plants or the richness of his soil. It's like telling a racecar driver that they can eliminate the need to go fast, or telling Yo Yo Ma that they can eliminate the need for tricky intricate fingering. It is the fundamental difference between a writer and someone who kind of enjoys the idea of seeing his name on a book or in the credits.
Pokémon Tarot pt.2