EPILEPTICS STEER CLEAR OF AROUSED SERVICE VEHICLES
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Because it became convenient to do so. Warning this blog is not always safe for work. I got bored with the flashy robo-wang background but i like the blog title. It has been he man for some time and will stay that way. *edit* DESPITE TUMBLR THROWING OUT MY OLD THEME I STAND BY HE-MAN. FUCK YOU TUMBLR.
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I think that if you had enough daughters AND played your cards right you could spring Mambo Number Five out at the EXACT right gathering and shatter your entire family's trust forever
You think, āok, fine, the road paint is a little confusing, Iāll just look at the signs, surely those will help. See? Two signs saying I can turn left! Butā¦wait, whatās that in the middle? I canāt turn left?ā
and it is at that point you just look at the direction the cars are parked and hope for the best.
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It's freaky how the brain will just plasticly learn novel motor output interfaces on the fly. It's almost like instead of hard coding a control scheme for anatomy that changes every few million years the strat that brains went for was to be openly reconfigurable to fit around whatever its nerves seem to be hooked up to via observed feedback.
I think they've done tests on this by getting people to pilot novel bodies in VR. But you don't tend to notice it day to day until something weird happens like just now. I was reading a paper book and it had a line of text blacked out as if redacted. Instinctively I go to move my cursor over the black line to see if I can read any text if I highlight it.
Except it's a book and not my computer screen, so the cursor my brain thinks it's moving across my field of vision in front of me doesn't exist. At the same time, my right hand is making a bunch of small involuntary movements next to me. I didn't intend to move it and didn't even notice it was moving until I saw it with my eyes. What I intended to move was my Cursor, something that my brain had learned to understand that it has, and the way it moves this is by actuating the muscles in my right arm, an action that is entirely disconnected from any intent to move my arm, which is a different thing.
I love being a pattern atop this eldritch mess of neurons, it's great
#anyway some random guy invented these glasses that flipped people's vision if they wore them #subjects wore the glasses and basically had to adapt to them #which they eventually did #when they took the glasses off after this they perceived normal vision as flipped because their brains had gotten used to flipping the images #and was now flipping an image it no longer had to #ALSO! #neuroplasticity is why it's important to TAKE YOUR FUCKING PAINKILLERS WHEN YOU GET HURT #if your brain gets used to you being in pain it eventually just... forgets pain isn't normal #by taking painkillers when you get injured you're much less likely to develop chronic pain #bc it basically teaches your brain that not being in pain is normal #ofc it's more complicated than that #(with opioids in particular you're actually going to be in MORE pain when you go off them because your body responds #to opioids by creating more pain receptors #so it's definitely not that simple) #but to boil down a very complicated concept #take your fucking meds #(disclaimer this is about chronic pain as a result of injury specifically) (tags by robotslenderman)
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so i spent most of my youth exclusively watching animated shows (and to this day I still have a preference) and playing like anime-artstyle games and stuff and a few years ago i had a moment of like. people feel this insane fandom feelings... about live action people? about like, John Whiteman in a button up shirt and jeans? and now i've seen some shows and i get the appeal a lil more but i genuinely had like a
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.
not even two years after the 2024 racist riots and attempted pogroms, we are back to more racist riots and attempted pogroms.
a mosque in scotland had to be put into lockdown. they are going door-to-door with hit lists and addresses in northern ireland, setting houses alight. they firebombed an imam's house in manchester. people of colour are being targeted and attacked by racist mobs in the street in broad daylight.
and instead of widespread condemnation or wall-to-wall coverage, the UK media and political establishment is filling air time talking about the "legitimate concerns" people have about "illegal migrants"
i do wanna say for those that haven't heard, that yesterday there were anti-immigration marches planned in multiple major cities in the uk and there were some extremely successful counter protests stopping them.
(i am not a fan of the swp but this source is accurate to my knowledge)
in all of these cities the right were outnumbered by the anti-fascists. in some of them, by the thousands. Stand Up To Racism's instagram has a decent amount of footage from multiple cities.
the major news sources reporting on it aren't describing just how successful the counter protests were, but that doesn't mean it didn't happen. in a lot of places, the right didn't cause nearly as much damage as they planned to and their marches were successfully cut off before they got more than a mile from their starting point.
all this to say, there are movements against the rising fascism, and you can join them. these counter protests were very well advertised and there will be more. i want to encourage people to see that this is happening and, instead of getting all doomer about it, join the counter movements in their areas. it is working and you can help.
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Transformers Spellbound AU: Blurr And Shockwave Snippets - Spector_Author
So, literally out of nowhere the image of fairy Blurr with a music box grabs me and forces me to write a brand new chapter. The ghost got possessed XD
Ah well. Enjoy!
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Shockwave trudged up the steps to his room, one after the other after the other after the otherā¦
Whose idea was it to put all the student dorms at the top of every single tower?
He sighed as his wing brushed a tapestry on the wall and pushed it askew, it swung back into place in a puff of dust. He climbs more steps. It was tempting to stop and quick cast a spell to clean up the dust, if only for the sake of the cleaning sprites, butā¦
Shockwave forced himself up more steps. Frag that.
It had been such a long day studying, writing notes, and practicing spells. Jhiaxus was a taskmaster when he wanted to be, making you repeat spells over and over again, forcing the pronunciation to perfection. Which was fair, because a spell said wrong could clean a floor but take you feet with it too. But when it gets to the point where your jaw is aching and you can see you hand shaking from rewriting and going through the motions of the spell, itās a bit much. By the time Jhiaxus had relented and let them go to lunch, even Sentinel had been wobbling on his feet. And that was only the first half of the day.
More steps, Shockwave groaned quietly, why so many steps?
He let his wings droop. Right. Heād asked for the extra high room for the privacy, oh his hubris.
It was a godsend right from the depths of the planet when his door swung open before him, spell reading his spark signature and welcoming him home. Shockwave let his bag drop to the floor as his feet dragged, probably putting light scrapes into the floor. He didnāt care. He had one destination right now: bed. Comfy, comfy, soft wonderful bed.
āBlurr?ā He called, half out of habit and half out of his mind. āYou here?ā
No answer, but that wasnāt unusual. He wasnāt fool enough to ask where the fairy went during the day. And any other day when his armour didnāt feel like it was made of the densest osmium, heād go do a light scrying to find Blurr, but todayā¦
Shockwave was asleep before his helm hit the pillows.
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Notesā¦
In blackness there wasā¦ music?
Shockwave mumbled and swam in the nothing of dreams. Where?
The music was pretty. Soft but lyrical, he could almost hear the words, dramatic but still soothing. It was a strange tune, one heād heard beforeā¦ somewhere. He tried to find it without seeing, reaching out with hands made of nothing but strings of half made thoughts.
Slowly, the music surrounded him as he surfaced from sleep.
In the darkness of his room, his optics slowly lit up.
The music was still there, but fainter somehow, just on the edge of his senses. If he moved, just the rustling of his wings might break the- Hmm, break the silence or break the spell? Shockwave shelved that thought for later because as the music played something was moving on his desk. And it had his attention now.
Ages ago, heād received a music box. The where didnāt matter at present, but the box had sat on his desk since. Untouched and unplayed. It was broken which was why, a bit forgotten under the weight of studying. Shockwave had wanted to repair it one day, it seemed wrong to let such workmanship go to waste. He hadnāt been able to find books on how to repair the gears that rotated the song cylinder, but the other gears worked.
The music hummed through the room softly as the figurine in the opened music box turned.
Half-heard words rose with the melody as the other tiny figure on the box took the stiffly offered hand turned with it, shimmering wings flashing in the moonlight as they twirled. Blurr was elegant as he twirled around and round, delicate and sharp.
Shockwave watched as he dipped and rose, legs smoothly moving around the music box figurine. The music floated around the room in smoky ropes as the two danced, almost tangible in how Blurr grabbed at it to wrap it around his dance partner.
The low notes settled around the figurines neck and Shockwave could swear he felt the weight around his own neck, pulling him closer. Tighter. Forward. He should-
It was only the tightest of grips of his restraint that kept him back. He wanted- He wanted to offer to be Blurrs dance partner, be the one instead of a stiff statue that held those sharply beautiful hands, be the one that wrapped an arm around a trim waist, perfectly supporting as they dipped in time with the music. Be the one to swirl the fairy around the room, watching those shimmering blue wings sway elegantly. Bring a chassis close to his and feel the heat of another living being close, gently press foreheads together as the music winds around-
The music box stuttered, the ethereal notes stuttering with it.
Shockwave blinked.
Oh. Oh!
Even from the bed he could see the tiny scowl that Blurr shot at the box. Shockwave quickly offlined his optics and pretended to shift in his sleep, rolling over to face the other wall as fuel rushed to his helm to aid him in completely overthinking. Nothing good ever came from spying on the fae, Jhiaxus had lectured that in so many lessons it was a school joke, only a fool would think he could get away with the upper hand from spying on the fae. And Blurr had not invited Shockwave to watch him, so it would be rude to continue watching, and it was not good to be rude to fae. That was about rule one- Okay, rule two actually. Rule one was never bring them home. Well, heād broken that one pretty hard. Blurr had made himself quite at home in Shockwaveās room and his life. And heād looked so wonderful dancing in the moonlight-
Something creaked in the room, cutting off Shockwave thoughts. He was still blushing from the rush of fuel to his processor. What had that been?
Ah, the music had stoppedā¦ No it was softer nowā¦ barely thereā¦
He had to concentrate to listen to it.Ā Heād have to go ask around to find the song, maybe Orion knew some musicians he could ask? Heād know the song if he could memorize it nowā¦.
Shockwaveās blush was still there as he drifted back sleep, lulled by a melody that wasnāt there.
Pulled into recharge by the barest threads of magic, dreaming dreamless dreams.
He didnāt feel it when the soft brush of a hand gently caressed his cheek.
He couldnāt see the sly but soft smile in the darkness. Ā
He didnāt feel the optics studying his face.
Blurr hummed softy. āCute~ā
And Shockwave didnāt register the blanket being pulled over his frame, tucked up just under his wings. Or the dip in the bed as Blurr laid down beside him, shimmering wings hanging over the edge. The moonlight falling on both of them through the window. There was a soft hiss as the curtain pulled itself over the window, putting the room into even more darkness.
āThere,ā Blurr said quietly. āNo one peeping on usā¦ā His smile grew wider as he looked at Shockwaves sleeping face. āā¦Hope you enjoyed the show~ā Ā
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