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[commodorez]

Altair 50th birthday - William Sudbrink

Bill celebrated the 50th birthday of one of the most influential computers of all time: the Altair 8800. He also brought along a few other S-100 derivatives like the SOL-20 and IMSAI 8080, plus a variety of terminals. Happy 50th birthday to the kit computer that sparked a computing revolution!

VCF East XX

[science70]

MITS Altair 8800 microcomputer, 1975.

[ask-greengrape]

Sooo have you ever considered adding Mits and Liam in DR? ( like if it was canon divergent )

I just can't help but imagine how things would play if Arin and Sora meet not only Lloyd but also his wife and son xd

Oh y a puesto que Mits le agradaría Sora y Arin, digo a quien no lo haria?

mits answer:

(sorry for my english if can’t be understood)

[carrots-bear]

Mutants in the Stars

Original fic by @venusjelly

Not a Pet(Chapter 5.5 fanfic-fanfic)

Not three seconds passed after Venus’ head touched Donnie’s shoulder did she fall asleep. And not three seconds after that did Donatello realize that she had.

“You know that you are not obligated by my words to stay in that position, right, Venus de Milo?”, Donnie asked, tilting his head to look at her. “Venus. Venus?” He peered at her face, and, sure enough, her eyes were peacefully resting shut; he too noticed that her breath was calm and shallow and steady.

Donnie turned his head forward, straightened up, and went rigid. “Help,” he whispered to any of his family if they could hear him over their chatter. He kept on glancing at the Shanimalshifter, thinking about how she may have gotten to where she was and HOW TO GET HIM OUT.

After what felt like an embarrassing amount of eternity (it was about two minutes), someone finally noticed. Namely the worst person who could have noticed: ‘Nardo. “Oh-ho-ho! What’ve we got here Don-tron?”, he shouted said at his normal volume (relatively loud), henceforth drawing everyone else’s attention to Donnie and his shoulder dragon.

“Shhhhhhhhhh!”, the purple-clad turtle whisper-shouted. “She’s asleep, so I can’t move. Somebody help me get out of here!”

His brothers, sister, and Splinter couldn’t keep themselves from snickering, though April could manage telling him she knew how he felt, and that she could tell him what to do.

“How do you know how he feels again?”, Raph whispered, holding back chuckles.

“Two reasons,” she replied, holding up two fingers. “One: you guys used to fall asleep on me all the time when we were kids.” Splinter nodded in agreement. “Two: Mayhem. When a pet lays on you, and falls asleep, it is a sacred and rare thing that must not be disturbed. This is the same; we cannot, must not, and will not wake this ‘Animalshifter’—“

“Shanimalshifter,” Donnie corrected, still stiff.

“Whatever. We aren’t waking this dragon-girl up, got it? So the movements will be slow and quiet, and if you ninjas can’t be neither, then you’ve gotta leave, capiche?”, April whispered.

Everyone but Donnie gave a thumbs up in reply and Splinter left the room. “Help now?”, Donnie begged.

“Yeah,” April whispered as she walked over. “We basically need to Indiana Jones it. You’re the artifact, and Venus is the killing trap, got it?”

“I’m beginning to feel even more uneasy about this situation.”

“You three, grab pillow replacements!", April ordered Donnie’s brothers quietly. They saluted and dashed off to their rooms. While they were retrieving pillows, April whispered instructions to Donnie. “Now, it’s very serious that you follow these instructions very carefully, or else this little girl with wings, a tail, and an unfamiliar place is gonna wake up, and we don’t want that. You are going to slooowwly slide away while I put the fluffy mound in your spot, okay?”

“Okay,” Donnie whispered in a strained voice. He stiffened up more, if that was even possible, as his brothers returned with enough pillows and blankets to make a pile the size of Donnie— which he supposed was the point of them, in this particular scenario.

“Ready?”

Donnie barely nodded. “You are making this feel bigger than it actually is.”

“You wouldn’t have asked for help if it wasn’t,” April retorted.

She took blankets and pillows and shoved them behind and underneath Donnie; he slowly moved away from the couch.

A large yawn made the two stop dead in their tracks. Donnie had the freedom to move his head without the anxiousness of waking Venus up, so he turned to look at the offender. Raph was caught mid-stretch, mouth wide open. “Sorry,” he whispered, arms dropping and mouth snapping shut. Leo and Mikey mock-glared at their big brother.

April went back to stuff the last of the cushions and fabric onto the couch, and Donnie gained full freedom. They all watched Venus as her head and wing and arm sunk on the place where Donnie had been.

“Told you you were getting soft for the new girl,” Leo teased in a whispering voice, as to not wake the aforementioned girl.

“I swear, ‘Nardo, one more word out of you and you’ll know how heartless I can be!”, Donnie whisper-hissed at his twin, a disturbing and bewildering amount of weapons coming from his battle-shell.

“Oh!-kay,” Leo whispered, his voice cracking from fear of his twin, while still knowing that he wouldn’t truly, really hurt him. (Not like how hurt we found him in the Prison Dimension anyways.)

“Well, I’ve gotta get going. School and stuff tomorrow, you know,” April informed them.

The group of five walked to the exit of their home, the four turtles escorting their sister to the door. “See you tomorrow, Apes!”, Raph said at normal volume, giving a hug to his big sister.

“Bye, April,” the other three said, joining in the hug.

“See ya boys! Love you!”, April waved as she shouldered her bag and walked out the door.

“Let’s go to bed,” Raph suggested.

“Noooooo!!! Why do we have to go to bed? We had such an exciting day! How could I be—“ Mikey stoped to yawn, and then took a moment of quiet to start talking again. “Okay, yeah.” The four turtles took the short walk to their bedrooms; Mikey spoke again. “Good night, sleep tight, don’t let the sewer bugs bite! Love you all!” He walked in-never to be seen again-to his room.

“Night, bros!”, Leo tossed over his shoulder as he walked into his own bedrooms.

Donnie threw a good night over his own shoulder as he walked into his own room. He thought about what felt like an agonizingly long process just to make sure Venus de Milo wouldn’t awake due to the fact that Donnie might disturb her, as he removed his gear. He honestly didn’t mind it.

The girl was tired, and lost, and confused, and had amnesia (-hopefully that’s temporary, Donnie thought), and none of them knew when she had last had a restful sleep. He felt that he should at least give her something to fix one of those problems, being the good host he had trained to be for a situation like this. He fell asleep hoping and praying and knowing that Venus would have one heck of a nap that night.

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I wrote this before chapter 7 got out, so we'll just say that Raph took the picture before Leo noticed, as in the moment Vee fell asleep :) You should totally read the fic if you haven't already (if anyone actually ends up seeing this), it's really good. Linking it ✨️here✨️.

Kinda based off of this comment I made :P

Hope you like it @venusjelly!

[billgatestism]

Can’t believe I haven’t Upload the original picture(s) from my banner but…

RADIO-ELECTRONIC MAGAZINE 1976

[legacydevice]

MITS Altair 8800

[ultimate-word-tournament]

Ultimate Word Tournament!

Season 2

Round 1

bocil

מיץ

Voting ended onAug 12, 2023

bocil (Indonesian) [botʃɪl] (slang) a small kid; shortening of "bocah cilik" (small child)

מיץ (Hebrew) mits /mits/ juice.