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why would 8 be brought up if it’s EVEN in a post about ODDS??????? the post said “every single ODD number has an ‘e’ in it” not “every single number with an ‘e’ is odd” what the fuck
Take a look into the eye of the collider. The STAR detector, home to trillions of particle collisions every year, is one of two enormous ‘digital cameras’ we use at the Relativistic Heavy Ion Collider (RHIC) to capture snapshots of particles busting open.
This picture is of the awesomely named Time Projection Chamber, which has been undergoing months of upgrades and maintenance work. During the summer, when the collider wasn’t running, our technicians and engineers checked each cable connection, upgraded the image sensors, and installed new superconducting magnets to steer the particle beams into perfect head-on collisions.
Now, the detector has been put back into place and we’re gearing up for the next run of RHIC in a few months.
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Markiplier has been fighting for his life non stop since 2017, but you can tell by the speed of his movements that he is still happy and healthy. When he is done fighting he will simply stop.
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This picture has been circulating all over social media and I have more to add:
Delete all period cycle tracking apps off your phone today.
Do not tell anyone why you want to take your trip, especially over text/apps.
Do not tell anyone the real state/destination of your trip.
Have everyone on your trip turn off their phones. Use written directions or a burner phone. Do not use burner phone to open any personal apps. Dispose of after trip.
Only use cash while purchasing ANYTHING on your trip.
Take “vacation” photos to post later. Be cautious of geo-tags/only post screenshots of the original photos.
Some people might say this is being extra or overly precautious, but this really is the reality we are facing. People have been imprisoned with murder charges in certain states- some for literal miscarriages. If you are a person that ends up in this situation, the state can and will use your data against you as evidence in court. Do not leave a paper trail. If they want to treat us like criminals, we’re gonna move like criminals.
It’s so fucking infuriatingly frustrating that so many of ao3′s userbase is so adamant that ao3 is nonprofit even though it’s owned by a corporation so that shit is a fucking lie in of itself, like. They invest in stocks and constantly people try and push this stupid as fuck idea that there’s no ads!! :)) it’s free!! when it’s been in beta for literal fucking years with one of the worst filtration and blocking systems I’ve seen to date and rampant disgusting nsfw that’s unregulated and crops up to previews for themes anyways so why do we constantly have to have mile long posts defending such a fundamentally bad website from it’s core instead of actually thinking critically for once I fucking hate all of you.
Normally I ignore this stuff, but the insinuation that AO3 is secretly some manipulative scheme to enrich people is just blatantly false.
so many of ao3′s userbase is so adamant that ao3 is nonprofit
Yeah because it is. Look up the Organization for Transformative Works in the IRS database of tax exempt organizations, or GuideStar’s non-profit report listing. EIN 38-3765024, BRIDGE Number 5584273916.
Let’s check out their Form 990 and see how much they paid their staffers:
And it’s a whooping $0.00.
They invest in stocks
Oh heaven forbid. It’s pretty standard for any moderately-sized nonprofit to make conservative investments, so that their reserves do more than simply accrue interest in a bank account. Nobody is taking a vacation to Comoros on that money.
“Once nonprofits get larger, however, some are able to start thinking for the future. Taking money and putting it toward longer-term goals like capital spending or a permanent endowment requires prudent investment. In order to take initial seed money and grow it into a substantial nest egg for use toward those longer-term charitable purposes, nonprofits are allowed to invest in stocks, bonds, funds, and other typical investments.”
Yes, AO3 is part of the Organization for Transformative Works, which is indeed incorporated. Again, pretty standard for a charity. Let’s review the OTW’s Certificate of Incorporation:
it’s been in beta for literal fucking years
Finally… who cares? Gmail was in beta for five years, and that was with all the resources of Google behind it and 100 million people already using it.
“the label is just a way for Google to signal users that they’re still tweaking the e-mail service and adding new features”
Same thing for AO3. The reason AO3 is in beta is because it doesn’t have a finalized codebase and it’s too unstable to make an API out of. They could put out a post tomorrow saying ‘we’re out of beta’ and nobody would bat an eye. The website isn’t perfect, but it’s more than functional. And yes, there are a lot of features that can’t be added without overtaxing the existing hardware resources, so why not try a GreasyFork userscript?
tl;dr - I have to write this every year, but AO3 is still not a scam. It is a non-profit. None of the staffers even get paid. It exists solely for a charitable purpose, a purpose which has been acknowledged and validated by the Internal Revenue Service.
I’m sorry but OP’s “one of the worst filtration and blocking systems“ has me in stitches as if the tagging system on Ao3 wasn’t the envy of libraries, school and universities WORLD-WIDE just because OP has to select the tags to exclude THEMSELF oh no, the horror
AO3 is the core of OTW and the reason it exists. They didn’t decide on a swarm of projects and bring them together under the OTW umbrella; they said “let’s make an archive! …and what else do we need for that?” (Legal advocacy team to address copyright challenges for fanworks; Open Doors to preserve at-risk archives; academic journal to analyze and celebrate the cultural value of fanworks, a wiki for a different focus of the same subjects, etc.)
And most nonprofits, when they get past a certain size (and by size I mean money), invest in stocks or something like it. Right now, OTW hasn’t invested: all their income comes from donation drives.
That means they can’t hire anyone long-term, because they can’t be sure that next drive will have enough money to pay anyone. And if they’re saving money for big new upgrades - like, new server setup that might cost half a million dollars and take several years to arrange - in the meantime, their money is sitting in a bank doing nothing. It could be invested and growing, and after they spend the big bundle, they’d have something left over.
Some stocks are risky, so they’re not rushing to invest in whatever looks good right now. But long-term investments mean stability, mean they can plan for future expenses other than “I hope we get X dollars next donation drive.”
And of course, as a nonprofit, their financial records are public.
Summary : After weeks, the Captain of the Invincible had still not woken from their Cryopod. And while most of the crew has lost hope, Mark, now as Acting Captain still held on to the thought that they would. Was it denial, or a foolish hope that his beloved Captain would wake up? Possibly. But whatever was going on in his head wasn’t going to change their fate. And Mark hadn’t left their side. No one wanted their Captain to stay asleep forever, but in this state, they weren’t really alive either.
Genre : Hurt/Comfort, Angst (with a happy ending)
Word Count : 2500
Paring : (Sort of) Head Engineer Mark / [Gender Neutral]Captain, Captaineer
TW: I’ll add these since there is mention of being in a comatose state and self-blame but that’s it!
A/N: I’M BACK BABY
No jokes, I have returned from my unofficial hiatus (cough-burn out-cough) and I am ready to write again! First time writing 2nd person for a fic, so please let me know how I can improve. Slightly shorter than how I prefer my writing, but I didn’t want it to drag.
I hope you enjoy and thank you for reading!
As always, if you have any ideas or critiques for how I can improve in the future, please let me know!
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Genre: Slight Hurt/Comfort (very brief, like so little that its barely enough for a tag), So much Fluff, teeth rotting even, One-shot
Word Count: 3714
Paring: HeadEngineer!Mark x Captain!Reader [Gender Neutral], Still written (slightly) platonically, still up for interpretation (but let’s just say that maybe Mr. Head engineer is crushing a little but >:) )
Warnings: None :D
Summary: When the Captain doesn’t feel like going back to bed, someone else decides to take the initiative.
A/N: Definitely another one of those self-indulgent ideas I came up with when I couldn’t sleep and decided “Hey this would be adorable”. And thus, this was born! MAyBe, just MaYBe I stayed up a little late to finish this, but hey! Can’t stop that sweet sweet writing grind! Did my computer try to crash multiple times as I was writing this? Yes, but that’s a future me issue.
As always, if you have any ideas or critiques for how I can improve in the future, please let me know!
Summary: Mark struggles to find the perfect gift for the crew's holiday gift exchange
Warnings: none
A/N Happy holidays everyone!
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"Alright everyone, take a name," the captain held out their hat, shaking it to jostle the slips of paper inside. Each of the crew leads reached in and took one.
It was their first winter season on the planet, and all five of them were busier than ever. It would be impossible for any of them to participate in the fast-approaching holiday season, so the captain suggested a solution. They'd host a small gift exchange at the end of the month, so all of the busy crew leads could look forward to a simple, low stress holiday.
Mark opened his slip of paper, frowning when he read the name. He didn't know what he was hoping for, but this wasn't it.
The captain was the last to pull a slip. They smiled at the name, before replacing their hat on their head. "And remember, keep your names secret. I'm very excited to see what everyone comes up with."
"And mortals gain life's grandest meed, by acts of giving and forgiving," Burt quoted, tucking his own slip into one of the many pouches strapped to his chest. "I'll see you all later, I have to run a maintenance check on the central reactor."
Mark stared at the pouch on Burt's side. "I'll go with you!" He blurted out. "Uh, I also want to check up on the reactor. See if I have to, uh, engineer something." Internally, he kicked himself for his lame excuse.
The others in the group stared at him. Burt shrugged and walked off, nodding for him to follow. As soon as they were out of earshot, Mark stopped in front of Burt. "I need you to switch names with me."
Burt simply raised an eyebrow. "Why?"
"Just trust me, we need to switch."
He smiled slightly. "You got Celci, didn't you?"
"Yes, okay!" He threw his hands up in the air. He just knew Celci would hold it over him forever if he got her a gift. He could already hear the sarcastic coos of oh how sweet. He didn't want to give her the satisfaction. He slumped his arms and mumbled, "Please?"
He sniffed. "Fine." He held out the slip of paper.
"Perfect, thanks!" He quickly swapped slips, eyeing his new slip like it was a rare treasure. "I owe you one!"
"Good luck," was all he said before disappearing down the corridor.
Mark stared at his back, furrowing his brow. After a moment he shrugged, unfolding the piece of paper. There, written in perfectly neat script, was the captain's name.
Oh no.
This was much worse.
---
Mark could barely listen during the team meeting the next morning, he was too busy trying to come up with a gift for the captain. They were his leader, his closest friend, his savior from a collapsing universe of his own making. Their gift had to be perfect.
"Mark?" The captain looked at him from across the conference table.
"Hm?" He blinked and lifted his head from his hands. "Sorry, can you repeat that?" He heard Celci snicker to his left, which he returned with a scowl.
The captain was patient as always. "I asked for a status update on the new radar system."
"It's operating at peak efficiency." He opened his tablet and projected his report to the room's view screen. "We should be getting the first weather reports later today. Digritri did a great job setting everything up."
"Of course he did." Celci beamed, placing a hand to her heart. "He's a Kelvina after all."
Mark opened his mouth to make a retort, but the captain cut him off. "That's good to hear." They nodded, turning to the next person on the team. "Gunther, how's the security grid holding up in the cold?"
Gunther sat back in his chair, screwing together two small, metal tubes. They gleamed under the artificial light above. Mark wasn't sure what they were, figuring they were a piece of some weapon from his massive personal arsenal. "Everything's holding steady, cap. But I swear, if I have to go out in this damn weather to defrost another drone I'm going to-"
As he spoke, Mark found himself spacing out again. He leaned back on his hands, lightly drumming his chin in thought.
The captain loved the art installations around the colony, maybe he could make them something. He wasn't the most artistic person, but he was good at putting things together. He could build them a model of the Invincible. Hm, no, that might just become a reminder of the wormhole.
Ok, well, there was a lot the captain loved about the colony. There had to be something. There were plenty of craftsman among the colonists. He could get them a new pair of gloves - no, not big enough. He could commission a sculpture - no, that would be too big. He could hold a fireworks display - absolutely not, they'd both seen enough explosions for many, many lifetimes.
Maybe their gift didn't have to be from the colony at all. They'd recently started intergalactic trade talks with the Universal Stability Agency, and he was sure Allu could help him pick out some alien item the captain would like. Wait, no, that was a bad idea. Last time he brought home an "alien" artifact it nearly destroyed the known universe.
He nearly destroyed the universe.
That was the thought he always came back to. He nearly destroyed the universe, and the captain stopped him. They forgave him, too, though he didn't understand why. He felt he had to make it up to them. He needed to make it up to them.
Commotion around the table drew him out of his spiraling thoughts. Crew leads were standing from their seats. Apparently the meeting had adjourned.
Mark stood as well. As he left the room, he exchanged a look with the captain. They gave him a crooked smile, with a little half-salute that meant they were about to start another hectic day of running the colony. He saluted back with an uneasy smile of his own.
He really needed to come up with something good.
---
A few days passed and he was still no closer to coming up with a gift idea. As much as he wanted to sit home and brainstorm, he had a job to do.
He sighed, his breath forming a small cloud in the cold air. He tugged his jacket closed with one hand, toolbox held tightly in the other as he trudged through the snow to the colony greenhouses. As he walked up to the bank of foggy glass buildings, he spotted Burt walking towards him.
"Hey," he said.
"Hey?" Mark stopped, looking between him and the greenhouses. "What are you doing out here? I thought you were going to be at the power station all day."
"Had a meeting with the botany team."
"Oh, okay?" He was still confused. "What were you meeting about?"
"Stuff."
"Hey!" Another voice called from the greenhouses. Leaning out of a doorway was Mack, another engineer. "Are you going to help me with this or not?"
"Yeah, I'm coming!" Mark yelled back. He nodded to Burt, "See you later, buddy," before trotting up to the door.
The inside of the greenhouse was a stark difference to the cold world outside. It was warm and humid, with lush plants growing under bright sun lamps.
Mack stood in the middle of the room, looking up at the ceiling. "I've already figured out the problem. There's a crack in that pipe up there." He pointed to the pipe in question. There was already a step ladder situated underneath it, and a replacement part sitting in his own open toolbox. It was just like him to preemptively take the lead. "The only problem is the entire irrigation system is set on a timer, so someone has to manually hold the water main shut long enough to replace the pipe."
Mark nodded along with his instructions. He learned it was best to just let him take charge on small jobs like this. It saved him an argument about rank, and it usually meant he could get something of a break while Mack fussed with whatever system was broken that day. "Alright, I'll hold the main closed."
"Great!" He brightened up immediately. "Don't worry Mark, I'll have this pipe fixed in no time. That's a Mack guarantee."
He rolled his eyes at the catchphrase. He walked to the back wall of the greenhouse, pushing past a large, leafy tree to find the valve that controlled the system's water supply. He turned it and held it steady. He nodded towards Mack, who climbed up the step ladder and set to work.
Mark looked around the greenhouse, and his mind began to wander. The captain liked coffee, maybe he could get them a ... coffee... plant? No, that's dumb. What would they even do with that? Maybe it was time to think a little more basic. He could get them a new mug, or one of those fancy coffee presses. He absent-mindedly sighed. Those were fine ideas, but that captain deserved better than basic.
The more he thought through gift ideas, the less he paid attention to the job at hand. His grip loosened, and the valve spun forward. There was a hiss of rushing water, followed by a splash.
"Mark!"
He came crashing back to reality. He whipped around, only to see Mack standing frozen, and soaking wet. He quivered slightly, and Mark wasn't sure if it was because he was cold or angry.
He looked up and scowled. Definitely angry.
"I'm sorry!" He ran up to Mack and offered a hand to get down from the ladder.
It was quickly, indignantly slapped away. "What is your problem?!"
"It's just-" he ran a hand through his hair, glancing over his shoulder. Thankfully, the captain was logging a lot of hours on the Invincible lately, so it was unlikely that they'd walk in anytime soon. He let everything spill out. "It's this gift exchange! I got paired with the captain and I have to get them something perfect because they- they're the captain! And I can't focus on anything because it's killing me inside that I can't think of anything good enough!"
"Oh. Is that it?"
He blinked. Mack's unamused tone completely disarmed him. "Yes?"
"Okay," he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I wasn't invited to this gift exchange, but I can tell you're overthinking it."
"So..." he said quietly. "What do you think I should do?"
"First, you need to get out of your head. Drop this idea that you have to be perfect." He smirked. "We can't all be like me."
He chuckled, despite himself.
"And as for what to get the captain," he paused and thought. "Even though I have my grievances with how they run things around here, they do a lot for this colony. You should do something for them in return." He smiled. Not smug or condescending, but a real, genuine smile.
Mark smiled back. It seemed so obvious now. "I think I know what to do." He reached out to place a hand on his shoulder. "Thanks, Mack."
His expression soured. "Don't touch me."
---
Mark knocked on the open doorway of Celci's stark white office. "CeCe? Diggy?"
Digritri turned from his seat across from Celci, a mug of coffee in hand. "Hey, Mark."
"Mark!" Celci jumped in place, quickly shoving what looked like a mass of string into the top drawer of her desk. She scowled. "What do you want? Can't you see we're on break."
"Good, I was hoping to keep this off the record," he said, closing the door behind him. He wouldn't let her usual hostility towards him ruin his good mood. He was so close to finishing his plan for the captain's gift, and he finally felt content after a week of stress. He placed a handwritten list on the desk. "I need you both to pull some files for me."
"Climate data, ecological reports, regional health risks," Digritri read through the list. "Planning an excursion, Mark?"
He shrugged off the question. "Something like that."
"This is it," Celci said, voice dripping with sarcasm. "He's finally running away. I don't know if I should report him for desertion or open a bottle of champagne."
"Oh, I could go for some champagne," Digritri joined in with a mischievous grin.
"Okay, you two." Mark rolled his eyes. "Can you please just pull the files?"
Celci folded her hands on the desk. "And what's in it for us?"
"The feeling of satisfaction you can only get from helping a friend?"
The twins just stared at him in silence.
He slumped his shoulders and sighed. "Yeah, I figured that wouldn't work. Name your terms."
"The console in the meteorology lab has been on the fritz for a week, and I still haven't heard back from engineering about it," Digritri said. "Make it your team's top priority."
"Done." That was simple enough. "CeCe?"
She thought for a moment. "My coffee maker's broken."
"Alright, I'll send someone over to your place to fix it asap."
"No." Her smile grew wide. "I want you to fix it."
"What? No, I'm the head engineer of humanity's first colony in the stars! I've built starships! I'm not going to fix your coffee maker, its demeaning." He paused his tirade and huffed. "And that's why you want me to do it. Ok, fine."
"Perfect." She smirked, pulling her tablet from her desk and tapping the screen. She then handed it to Digritri, who did the same. "There you go. Your files."
"Thanks," he said, watching the files appear on the screen attached to his wrist.
"Anytime." Celci waved, looking satisfied with the deal.
"Good luck on your project," Digritri added
He waved back and quickly left the office. He had to finish work on the gift, but first he had to arrange a maintenance check in the meteorology lab. And find out when Celci wouldn't be home to see him fix her coffee maker. He shook his head. The things he did for the captain.
---
It was finally the night of the gift exchange. It took place on a snowy evening, in the captain's house. They had decorated their living room with string lights and a few baubles for the occasion. The crew leads all sat drinking coffee and exchanging cheery conversion. Mark sat next to the captain on the sofa, glancing over at them with an uneasy smile. He was starting to have last minute doubts about their gift, but he pushed those down. It was too late to back out now.
Eventually, when the conversation began to lull, the captain gestured to the small pile of gifts on the coffee table. "So, who wants to start?" Everyone sat still, sheepishly looking for someone brave enough to present their gift first.
"Fine, I'll go." Gunther abruptly stood and crossed over to the table. He picked up a flat box wrapped with a simple twine bow and held it out in front of Burt.
The reactor lead gently pulled apart the bow and took the lid off the box. His eyes widdened. Inside was a leatherbound journal and a set of calligraphy pens. Mark recognized the metallic gleam of those pens.
"Yeah, I figured with all the poetry you recite, you'd like to write down some of your own." Gunther shoved his hands in his pockets and shrugged.
Burt placed the box to the side and stood. He immediately pulled Gunther into a hug. "Thanks."
"Woah, ok." He tensed up, before awkwardly patting him on the shoulder. "Uh, you're welcome."
Burt nodded and pulled back, letting Gunther sit down in his chair. He walked up to the table, picking up a large box. Mark noticed some small holes poked in the side. He handed the box to Celci. "This is for you."
As she slowly lifted the lid, Burt caught Mark's eye and gave him a knowing wink. He mouthed "thank you" back.
Celci gasped as she stared into the box. She pulled out a small potted plant. It looked like a miniature cherry tree, with blue flowers blooming on the tips of its spiraling, alien branches. "It's beautiful. And these flowers smell amazing."
"The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem, for that sweet odour which in it live." There was a beat. He sniffed. "You mentioned needing something to brighten up your office."
"I love it, thank you." She reached out and squeezed his hand. She gave him a warm smile, which melted away as soon as she realized it was her turn to give a gift. She gently set the plant down and crossed to the table, picking up a blue bag. She held it out to Gunther. "Here."
He reached inside and pulled out a white scarf dotted with red and orange crosses. The pattern was uneven and a few stitches were loose, but it was clearly made with a lot of love.
"You keep complaining about how cold it is," she said after a moment, crossing her arms and shifting her weight from one foot to the other. She hunched her shoulders. "You don't have to wear it."
"No way." He ran his hands over the soft yarn before twisting it around his neck. "You'll have to pry this scarf off my cold, dead body."
She turned away and smiled, a blush creeping across her pale face.
The captain beamed, watching their crewmates open their gifts. Their glee was infectious. Eventually they stood up from the sofa, clapping their hands together. "Well I guess it's my turn. I'll be right back." They dissapeared through a doorway.
The remaining crewmates looked around at each other in confusion. Mark waited with baited breath.
The captain returned a moment later with a large, flat package wrapped in parchment. They presented it to Mark with a smile.
He stood up and gently tore open a section of parchment. He gasped, and unwrapped the entire piece. The parchment fell away to reveal a framed photo of their planet, its moons, and the surrounding stars. His jaw was slack as he took in the sheer beauty of the print, eyes dancing over every little detail. He raised a hand to gently brush over the tiny image of the Invincible floating in orbit above the planet.
"I spent so long adjusting the imaging satellites to make sure I got Earth in the picture." They leaned over his shoulder, pointing to a distant star in the top corner. "I quite literally had to wait for the stars to align."
"It's..." He was at a loss for words. The photo was stunning, and he was touched that the captain would take so much time out of their busy schedule just to take it for him. "It's really cool," was all he could say.
They caught his unspoken meaning. "You're welcome."
He looked up at them and smiled warmly. He gently placed the photo down before picking up an envelope from the table. "This is yours."
They took it from him with a smile of their own. They pulled out a stack of documents, clipped to a picture of a beautiful lakeside. They gasped, sitting back on the couch. "Is this...?"
"A vacation," he finished their sentence, taking a seat next to them. He placed a hand on their shoulder, watching their eyes dart across each page. "You do so much for this colony everyday, you deserve a break. I've taken care of everything. I found a place down south that I think you'd love, and I've made arrangements for equipment and transport. All you need to do is submit this paperwork when you're ready to go."
He glanced up at the rest of the party. Gunther nodded in respect, Celci gave him a knowing smile. Burt gave him a thumbs up.
"This is incredible," the captain said very softly. They turned to him. "Am I allowed to take a guest on this trip?"
"Of course, anyone you want."
"I want to take you." They noticed his confusion. He only hoped they didn't notice his blush as well. "We've both been through a lot this past year, Mark. I think we deserve some time off."
He leaned forward and grinned. "You know I'd follow you anywhere, captain."
They wrapped their arms around him. "Thank you. I couldn't have asked for a better head engineer." They pulled back, looking around at the rest of the group. "Or a better crew."
The night went on happily. Celci fussed with her plant, listening to Burt explain how to care for it as he tested out his new pens. Mark pointed out the different stars in his photo to Gunther, who idly played with the fringe at the end of his new scarf.
One by one, they said their goodnights and left, until it was just Mark and the captain. He pulled on his coat, delicately tucking his gift under his arm. "The gift exchange was a great idea."
"We might just have to make it a yearly tradition." They smiled.
He smiled back. "I like the sound of that." He opened the door, stepping out into the cold. The snow had stopped hours ago, and the stars above shone brilliantly. "Goodnight, captain."
They stepped out after him, placing an hand on his arm. "Thank you, for a perfect holiday." They leaned forward, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. "Goodnight, Mark."
He placed a hand on his cheek, simply staring back as the captain quickly retreated back into their home. He shook his head and chuckled, realizing the irony of their parting words.
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