and form with function

I don’t know why, but whenever my friends would ask me if I love you, I get lost in track as if my mind had stopped functioning for a moment. Lumps form in my throat and it feels as if the air has escaped my lungs as I try my hardest to find the right words because I don’t want my answer to be just “yes”. I want them to know that my mornings aren’t bright without hearing your voice. I want them to know how I find it hard to breathe whenever you’re sad. How do I tell them that you’re the reason why I’d choose to stay awake instead of slumber, that even if I haven’t slept a wink I can still manage to do things as if I have slept for more than 8 hours? How do I explain to them that in between the sighs and exhales, you exist? That I don’t want you to remain forever spilled on these blank pages or lingering thoughts everytime I will hear your name. How do I tell them that no words could desribe the feeling of how your laugh had always sent chills down my spine? You turned my flaws into parts that I have learned to love and not even the word “yes” could justify the reason why I love the person I could never have.

Transformers faction propaganda posters!

The symbols on the Autobot poster are a font called “Ancient Autobot” and they read, “Freedom is the right of all sentient beings.”

The symbols on the Decepticon poster are a font called “Decepticon Graffiti” and they read, “Peace through tyranny.”

The Autobot Elite Guard poster also uses the Autobot symbols, and it reads “until all are one.”

The yellow and black is a poster for the Functionist Council. If you’re looking for the Prime continuity, then it could represent Sentinel Zeta’s High Council of 13. The symbols are a font called “Modern Iaconic” which doesn’t seem to be affiliated with ‘Bots or ‘Cons. It reads “Form is function.”

The black and white poster is, of course, the Wreckers. <3 The subtext is also in Iaconic, and it reads “Wreck and ruin” (because I couldn’t find another motto and the whole, “backup and clean-up” thing was too long).

More posters.


Derek hasn’t slept for more than an hour or two at a time since Laura died. He’s running on anger alone, and he thinks that it’s probably enough. He shifts into his beta form when the weariness gets too bad to function—when he stumbles, when he sways, when he reaches for something and misses—and uses the wolf’s energy to supplement the weaker human’s. It’s not sustainable, probably, but what the hell does Derek care about that? Because the alternative…

The alternative is stopping, and taking a breath, and facing up to the fact that he’s alone, that his entire pack is dead, and everything that happened is his fault.

So, no.

No stopping. No thinking. No resting.

The first time it happens, Derek has gone to Stiles’s house to talk to him about Scott. Scott is a werewolf now, but he’s resisting everything that means including Derek—especially Derek—and Derek knows the only way to get him to see reason is to get Stiles on side. And Stiles seems smart, and practical, even if he is more than a little weird and twitchy.

So Derek goes to his house.

The sheriff’s cruiser is in the drive, so Derek climbs in Stiles’s bedroom window. Which, by the way, is becoming a habit he should probably break sooner rather than later. Stiles’s bedroom door is shut, but the room is empty.

Derek can hear him babbling away to the sheriff downstairs. The sheriff doesn’t sound like he’s contributing too much. Just the occasional affirming noise that encourages Stiles to keep going.

Derek huffs, and glares around Stiles’s bedroom.

He taps the trackpad on Stiles’s laptop, and the screen opens. It’s password protected. Derek types “I TALK TOO MUCH”, but that’s not the password, apparently. Then he types “LYDIA” and isn’t too surprised when it doesn’t work. Stiles might be obsessed with the girl, but everyone knows it, and who’d be stupid enough to pick such an obvious password as the girl he’s crushing on?

There’s a half empty can of Coke on Stiles’s desk. Derek drinks it.

He sits down on Stiles’s bed and stares at the posters on the wall.

The bed is comfortable. The mattress is firm, but not too hard. Derek can’t remember the last time he lay on a mattress, so he lies down and stretches out. Takes a deep breath and fills his lungs with the scent of Stiles—grotty teenage boy, and stale sweat with an undertone of Bengay, but also something clean and earthy like petrichor—and promptly passes out.

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I appreciate and identify with the Spanish language because I too am very easy to understand in terms of form and function, but I too make very simple things much more complicated and arbitrary than they need to be.


Beautiful vintage Wollensak Magnetic Tape Recorder at thrift. 1950s?? I was so enamored by the classic styling I forgot to look! oh well. Heavy beast
for sure. Take a moment to savor the pill-shaped grill vents that are slightly angled. And the dials have a clear cover over a metallic base. Amazing. Ergonomics be damned - whoever designed this set wanted it to pop in style!

“Talking to oneself is a recognized means to learn, in fact, self-speak may be the seed concept behind human consciousness. Private conversation that we hold with ourselves might represent the preeminent means to provoke the speaker into thinking (a form of cognitive auto-stimulation), modify behavior, and perhaps even amend the functional architecture of the plastic human brain. Writing out our private talks with oneself enables a person to “see” what they think, a process that invites reflection, ongoing thoughtful discourse with the self, and refinement of our thinking patterns and beliefs. Internal sotto voice conversations with our private-self provide several advantages, but most people find it difficult to maintain self-speak for an extended period. Internal dialogue must compete with external distractions. Writing allows a person to resume a personal dialogue where they left off before interrupted by outside stimuli. A written disquisition also provides a permanent record that a person can examine, amend, supplement, update, or reject.” 

― Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls

Most of Uula’s “nuclear family” (a.k.a. what werewolves count as the minimum of a family). Okay, it should also include Uula’s paternal grandparents, but I ran out of space to draw them. They all count as the same household. (Their pack/extended family basically includes the entire town they live in, which is about 60% werewolf. The rest is people who aren’t/choose not to be/can’t become werewolves themselves, but count as family anyway.)

From left to right: Uula’s adoptive twin brother, Uula herself, her younger sister (they have like fifteen years age gap), their dad, their mom and on the far right their kinda-sorta-adoptive-aunt.

Werewolves are highly social, family oriented people, and as a species, they’re kind of a hot mess. Things started out with there being several different sorts of transforming wolf people, with different alternate forms and slightly varying functions, but as people travelled around and globalization became a thing, they ended up mixing up a lot (”You’re a wolf person? I’m a wolf person! We should get together!” 8D), and nowdays it’s hard to say where one breed ends and another begins.

Uula and her biological family are born as werewolves and have very wolf-ish alt form. Her brother is also a born werewolf, but his alt form is bipedal and tailless, and their “aunt” is a turned werewolf with more humany shape (she’s equally hairy as the rest of the family, and wouldn’t need to wear clothes in her alt form, but she prefers them for personal reasons).

The “aunt” was turned as a teenager into a gang of turned werewolves that got started by a rogue. The gang was very strictly hierarchical and lived pretty much by the “alpha male”/dominance display rules (possibly because they had never actually seen actual werewolves before), untill Uula’s grandfather got to know about it and came to have a talk with the gang. Uula’s grandpa has a biker gang made out of werewolves. Mostly rather beefy werewolves. Who are VERY CONCERNED about harmful attitudes about what counts as “living as a werewolf”. Making people anxious by forcing them to constantly worry about their spot in a forced pecking order is NOT in any way part of that. Several “omegas” ended up being rescued, one of which then somehow got herself adopted into a family, and she never left.

ENTP and affection
  • <p> <b>person:</b> *shows any form of affection towards entp*<p/><b>ne:</b> haha that's funny<p/><b>ti:</b> yeah what da fuck<p/><b>ti:</b> also feelings are embarrassing. cold hard logic is all we believe in! let's tell them to take it down a notch.<p/><b>fe:</b> shut up ti. It's nice to be liked.<p/><b>ne:</b> yeah they could be useful. maybe they're down for some fun!<p/><b>ti:</b> ok. we could use some pretentious scientific word to impress them! si?<p/><b>si:</b> sorry guys i can't remember any cool words right now but i remember my password from when i was 10 if that helps :)<p/><b>fe:</b> the person won't be impressed<p/><b>ne:</b> hey we could just troll them! i have already loads of charming and witty comebacks in mind...<p/><b>fe:</b> but wait that might offend the person lol<p/><b>si:</b> yeah we made someone cry that one time<p/><b>ne:</b> too late!<p/><b>entp (out loud) :</b> haha... you're ruining my reputation as a cold hearted bitch<p/></p>

cynosura-ad  asked:

What does the outside of Opera's ship look like? Is it sleek and visually appealing, or an industrial, function over form kind of thing? Was it custom-built for her or did she pick up some junker somewhere and fix and modify it herself? (apologies for the uninteresting question but I like worldbuilding)

A standard ship for the interplanetary delivery company that Opera works for the Speed Star is nothing special. It’s not likely to win any races or survive a dogfight, but it can get somewhere and get back and that’s all Opera cares about.