computer chip

King offers an analogy: imagine a computer trying to solve a problem is actually trying to navigate a maze. Instead of tracing one path of the maze at a time, DNA could replicate itself at every junction—and at each point in the maze incorporate new information gleaned from solving the previous step. This would let the DNA explore exponentially faster than modern computer processors. Each strand of DNA is a processor, because it’s executing the command of replicating itself with a slight variation, building another processor which can take up its mantle. Unlike our modern computers which utilize processors that are more or less permanent and can run unlimited kinds of code, these are single-use and disposable, the exact opposite.
—  “A DNA computer has a trillion siblings and replicates itself to make a decision” by Dave Gershgorn (via Quartz)
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A Chiptune Modular Synthesizer Gig Box

Brendan Becker has a good head for audio synthesizer chips.  And he’s been working on something just for that.  Basically, it’s a microcontroller board with more than enough space to interface with most common sound synthesizer chips from vintage home computers and game systems, among other things, and the smarts to make it more convenient to use with his modern multi-chip tracker software.  He had 4 different sound IC’s hooked in together, controlled from the same machine (including an MOS 6581 SID).  I really want to see what becomes of his project, because I’ve got an SAA-1099 that I’d like to put to work.   According to Brendan, that would be plenty possible with what he’s working on…

“What happens when your job is to write music on pre-1990s computers and consoles, and things aren’t hard enough as it is? Make them harder, of course, by building your own synthesizer and music software to control it! Inverse Phase will be showing off his in-progress chiptune gig box, which will allow him to produce authentic sound from eight (or more) systems simultaneously, all without having to carry each of the systems to shows and the like. Also available will be demos of various hacked software that enable chiptune creation on modern PCs, which can then be easily ported to retro hardware.”

anonymous asked:

RFA reaction when MC doesn't come back home because she was drunk with her friends. If it's roo much can you only do Zen and Jumin? Love you so much btw you're such an inspiration ♡♡

~Thank you so much, sweetheart!!! ^^ Love you, too! 


◉ Yoosung 

  • He sighed when he realized your phone must be dead 
  • Went through a whole pizza and various snacks as he sat up waiting for you and watching the door 
  • Eventually it got so late that he assumed you must be staying with your friends, you’d never come home at this hour 
  • As soon as you walked in the door he appears from the kitchen in his apron 
  • A slight frown on his face and a mug of coffee in his hands 
    • “I was really worried! I tried to call you…” 
  • He let out a huge sigh of relief and dropped his shoulders before handing you the mug
    • “I’m so sorry…I guess I drank too much and before I knew it I had passed out on the couch.” 
  • The smell of the coffee made your stomach flip and Yoosung must have read your expression with ease 
  • He pulled you into a brief hug and rubbed your back with a laugh
    • “Well, I had a whole speech planned…but I’m thinking this hangover you’ve got is punishment enough. Come on, let’s get some food in your belly.” 

◉ Jumin 

  • He starts to freak out a bit when you aren’t home 
  • Of course, he sends his security to investigate where you are 
  • He doesn’t sleep until he knows for sure that you’re safe
  • When they relay back to him that you are still at your friends house, he calms down finally 
    • “She never could hold her liquor well,” Jumin smiles and talks to Elizabeth 3rd before they head to bed 
  • When you wake up you find Driver Kim waiting outside of your friends house for you 
    • “I have some cold water waiting for you in the back, Miss,” Driver Kim shuts the door behind you 
  • You’re expecting a lecture when you get home 
  • But Jumin just smiled and gave you a kiss 
    • “Your hair is a mess, it’s cute. But perhaps a shower is in order?” 
  • You apologize for not coming home or letting him know what was going on 
  • You know he must have been worried 
    • “I’m just glad you are safe. Next time, please remember to call me…” he caressed your cheek, “We have a lot on the agenda for today. We won’t be home until late, and despite how you are feeling I expect you to keep our plans. But first, a shower.” 

◉ Zen 

  • He ended up drinking a bit at home while he waited for you 
  • And the later it got the more he wanted to smoke to calm his nerves 
  • He tried rehearsing his lines to distract himself but he just couldn’t seem to focus 
  • When he called you and it went straight to voicemail he began to panic 
  • Went to the chat to ask Saeyoung for help 
  • After much pleading, Saeyoung tracked you a bit and placed you at your friends house 
    • “Just let her have fun, dude. She’ll be home in the morning.”
  • When you got home you saw a half empty pack of cigarettes on the coffee table 
  • He must have been so worried
  • Zen appeared from the bathroom as he toweled off his hair, his eyes wide when he saw you 
    • “Babe! You’re home! I was just getting ready to go pick you up.”
    • “I’m sorry my phone died. It got so late I just decided to stay the night there,” you hung your bag up near the door.
  • Zen brushed your hair behind your ear and kissed your forehead, remembering what Saeyoung said
    • “It’s alright, I hope you had a good night! Though, if you really want to apologize for making me worry…I know a few ways you could make it up to me,” he winked and kissed you deeply. 

◉ Jaehee 

  • You were never home late like this
  • Jaehee washed the dishes and scrubbed the counters a second time just to keep busy 
  • she found herself fidgeting on the couch
  • She couldn’t even focus on the new Zen DVD she had popped in 
  • Her eyes kept glancing at her phone 
  • When you walked through the door the next morning you found Jaehee passed out on the couch, TV still on and phone in hand 
    • Had she been waiting for you all night?
  • You turned the TV off and grabbed the blanket from the couch, tossing it over her and giving her a kiss on the forehead 
    • “I’m sorry,” you whispered 
  • Her hand grabbed your wrist before you could walk away and you saw her eyes open 
    • “Where were you?” she looked mad for a brief second but her face fell and her eyes were filled with worry 
    • “I didn’t mean to worry you…I didn’t realize how much I drank and I felt it would be safer to stay there for the night…” 
  • She sighed 
    • “You have bags under your eyes.”
    • “Blunt as always, I see,” you laughed. 
    • “I’m too tired to lecture you right now,” she yawned and got up from the couch, “come on, let’s go to bed for a bit longer.”
  • She squeezed your hand in relief 

◉ Saeyoung 

  • He was sitting at his computer desk eating chips when you came home 
    • “I’m back! Hope you weren’t too worried…”
  • You started walking towards his computer desk
    • “Nope! I figured your phone had died so I texted your friend to make sure you were okay. She even sent me some great pics of you passed out on the couch,” he laughed. 
    • “You’re such a liar!”
  • He held his phone up and through it you heard the sound of your own voice, drunkenly singing karaoke at the bar you guys had been to that night
    • “I didn’t know you could sing, this outta get some good hits on youtube”
    • “Don’t you dare!”
  • You tried to wrestle the phone from his hands while shouting for him to delete it 
  • Finally he agreed and let you watch him delete it, but his face turned more serious and he grabbed your hands 
    • “You really have to be more careful, though…I was worried for a bit that something happened to you.”
  • Seeing his face like that made you feel sad that he worried so much
    • “I will, I’m sorry…” you gave him a kiss 
    • “Oh! That was a good start for your apology. Now only 706 more to go,” he smirked and picked you up in his arms 
When Paul Allen and I first started Microsoft, I didn’t know as much about computers as I did today. Paul kept saying “Bill Gates, here is a computer chip” and I would say “Haha like a potato chip!” and would usually eat the computer chip in front of him. I think I ate about 3000 computer chips in our first year of Microsoft. It nearly put us out of business. Eventually they would just hand me a crouton and tell me it was a computer chip while they made real computer chips in secret and wouldn’t tell me. It was the solution that saved Microsoft.
—  Bill Gates on the early days of Microsoft

anonymous asked:

Michael was the only one with out a squip! Michael, my son, get some mountain dew red and fast!!

Michael: I.. I took the squip, Anon. I had it shoved in my mouth while Jeremy was busy with the mtn. Dew on Christine.

Michael: it.. it never got powerful enough. Sometimes I think I can hear it, or see it, but.. it was never like what it was for the others.

Michael: Mine remains dormant. Jeremy will not let me intervene into Rich’s room at all.

Jeremy: And why the hell would I risk my boyfriend getting tortured by a computer chip the rest of his life?! Brooke said she’d bring him the mtn. Dew red, end of story!

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Here are my theories revolving capture technology in a realistic pokemon world. I’ve had the idea rattling around in my head for quite a while, but I just got a prompt to get it on paper, so I thought I would share it!

PART 1. – The first step is the Silph Co. branded Intellechip (name pending, lol) This chip is the key for my idea and is mass produced. The basic idea for step one is that upon turning sixteen, you can apply for an adult Pokémon licence ( until this age, you are considered a minor and have to be registered under your parent or guardians licence, so family pets are fine, but you can’t buy or use poke balls for example, until the age of 16).

When you apply for you licence, this chip is implanted into the palm of your hand. This then connects with the pokedex you are given, which also contains a similar chip. This transfer’s information about you once inputted and is essentially your trainer identification. It also keeps track of your health, has your phone numbers and data etc, and loads of other cool gadgetry. The main point is that it knows you and keeps track of you. In terms of who keeps track of this basic info on yourself, Silph co is a conglomerate that has branches in the police, security and of course, ties to the Pokémon league. No particularly personal information would be there, only stuff that you yourself would be happy putting there, but as it’s a mobile phone, or smartphone, it could be used for online and wireless bank transfers when you lose a match, satellite navigation to the nearest Pokémon centre and various other purposes.

 Whilst they are expensive, there is extended warranty on pokedexes etc, so it’s not too bad to replace. In case of identity theft, if someone were to take your pokedex and try and use it as a fake ID, the dex would read the other persons chip, or lack thereof, and report itself stolen instantly. It has to be close to its trainer to be used as an official league licence, so there Is a good degree of security.

PART 2. – Pokeballs also contains chips. They have two in fact, one for themselves and one that is implanted into Pokémon upon capture. When you purchase a pokeball, it interacts wirelessly with the one in your hand and the one in your pokedex, meaning that it is registered to you to a specific ID and cannot be stolen. Again, there is a degree of security surrounding this kind of equipment. I do imagine, however, that Pokeballs without Pokémon in them can be hacked or gifted to other trainers, but only through use of the pokedex system allowing an official transfer. If they are empty, I don’t imagine them being too hard at all to gift.

This also means that when they are thrown and are not broken, they gravitate back to the trainers palm (ever wondered why they bounce back in a lot of the anime?) meaning they are easier to track if thrown or lost. It also means during battle, they return swiftly to the palm, meaning the trainer can recall the Pokémon at will if they feel it is in danger or needs to be switched out.

PART 3. – When capturing a Pokémon, the pokeball tags the Pokémon with a chip, in the same way we tag our pets. It’s perfectly harmless as the Pokémon is reduced to its ‘energy’ state within the ball. This chip then sends the Pokémon’s data, information, height, weight and all vital signs immediately to the pokedex so that you have a complete and whole view of the creature you have just obtained. It is also at this stage that you can input a nickname.

This means you can monitor the Pokémon’s health directly on the screen, which is what I imagine the ‘HP bar’ to be in a realistic setting. Rather than simply beating each other to a pulp until one or the other goes down, it means they can keep track of how they are doing and switch them out when they are low or injured. In a realistic setting, death is not an unlikely situation, especially for new Pokémon trainers.

This also means that in ‘official’ matches, so with gym leaders, league members or in special battle grounds, this information is transferred to the large screen as shown in the example picture, so that the entire audience can keep track of the match details and how things are going. Think of it as the information that plays about the team as a football match is going on. It also links with a registered pc of your choice, or wirelessly to the cloud network that is available in all Pokémon centres.

This means that, as I imagine a lot of trainers to take laptops with them, they can access their items, plug them in at a local centre and access their whole list of Pokémon, their items, their mail, etc. Upon capture, you also get the option to swap the Pokémon into your team by transferring one from your belt to the pc. Everything is simple and automatic for today’s trainer-on-the-go! (as for PC systems themselves, that’s for another time, though I do imagine it to be much harder to own masses of Pokémon, as they can’t be kept in a box for too long. In fact, I don’t imagine there to be a ‘box’ at all, the pc is just a way of accessing them. They could be sent to live with your parents, a guardian, a friend or a day care in your town, which I imagine to be a very big business and therefore a viable option to keep 10-20 Pokémon per trainer without being cruel.)

PART 4. – The pokedex is also the way TM’s and HM’s are able to be taught to Pokémon. The CD’s are obtained and kept in small cases that can then be installed into the pokedex. Once inside, they can then be taught to any Pokémon in your team of six wirelessly using the chips. As the information is essentially downloading straight into the ball and then into the Pokémon, it’s instantaneous. (In this highly technologically advanced world, I don’t see this as being much of an issue or a question of morals, but eh)

There are a whole load of other things I would like to explore with this idea, but for now, these are the main aspects. It means that information is able to travel freely and swiftly in a world where everything is very fast-moving. I hope this has been explained clearly enough, and do let me know if you think it would make an interesting part to a poster collection, or trainer guide. I also plan on doing information on battles and gym leaders, as well as the league itself. Thanks guys! 

Jughead & Reader: Trapped

Read part two here

Summary: You’re not the biggest fan of Jughead Jones and he’s certainly not your biggest fan. But one night the two of you are working on a project at school and end up getting locked in after hours. While waiting for someone to come and let you out, you and Jughead end up opening up to each other.

Requested by: suckerforjughead


Listen to: The English Summer - The Wombats


School was over for the day and while everyone made plans to go out and have fun on Friday night, you were stuck at school. You had to work on a project and needed to use the computer lab for research. Normally you’d go home to work but your sister was having a slumber party and there’s no way you’d be able to concentrate on your work while they blasted One Direction and danced around the house. 

You opened the door to the lab and saw a few people on the computers already. A few were broken and had hand-written signs on them telling you to use a different one. But the other open ones were taken. You sighed and decided to wait for one to open up.

Pulling out your phone to text your friends and to check some apps, someone left one of the computers. As you slowly made your way over to the chair while reading about a new album coming out by your favorite band, someone cut in front of you and sat at the computer. “Hey!” You yelled. 

You realized who it was and instantly became a thousand times more annoyed. “What the hell, Jughead?”

“The computer was open. I grabbed it. You snooze you lose,” he said as he set his book bag down and started to get things ready for some research. 

“You clearly saw I was walking towards it. I’ve been waiting for a computer for ten minutes,” you said as you put your hand on your hip, glaring at him. 

He shrugged his shoulders, looking at the computer as he opened up Google and typed in some information for his project. “Don’t know what to tell you.”

“You’re such an asshole,” you mumbled as you kicked his chair and looked around at the other computers. 

“Thanks for the info,” he said nonchalantly as he typed away.

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Roadtrip? Just Us? (Namjoon)

Genre: Oneshot, Fluff

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader (Rap Monster x Reader)

Group: BTS

Summary: You were supposed to go on a road trip with your broth Jin and his best friend Namjoon (Namjoon AKA your crush). But, your brother gets the flu right before your supposed to leave, so its just you and Namjoon. This could be the perfect time to confess your feelings. 

Originally posted by trash-for-bangtan

“WHAT TO DO YOU MEAN YOU CANT GO!?!?!” I shouted to my brother as he lied in his bed, he was a bit greener than usual.

“Y/N i told you, i have the flu. I can’t go, do you want me to puke while we’re in the car? No, nobody want that Y/N.” He said to me.

“You are still going, Namjoon will be sad if the trip is cancelled. And you don’t want your future husband sad, do you?” He said to me with a smirk on his face.

I hit his arm and he yelped in pain.

“Fine, i’ll go, but its not because you asked me to Jin.” I said to Jin and exited his room.

Just as i went to turn on the TV the doorbell rang.  Namjoon was outside, waiting for me and Jin,  my heart starts to race. Stupid feelings, we aren’t even dating, but i wish we were. Jin flew in from his bedroom, blanket in hand looking like a cape. Yes, he’s the pink princess superhero, he bakes the good and burns the evil. He opened the door and let Namjoon inside the house. Play it cool Y/N.


“Hi Namjoon, sorry i cant make it on the trip *cough, cough* I’ve fallen ill, i might die. It’ll just be you and Y/N.” He said to Namjoon with a fake sick voice.

“Oh, thats okay, your sisters cool.” Namjoon replied, i though i saw him blushing, probably not, BUT, maybe.

“Y/N GET YOU ASS OVER HERE ITS TIME TO GO!!!” Jin called out for me.

I came from the top of the stairs where i was creeping on their conversation before. I had my bags in hand, ready for a week of just me and Namjoon. NAMJIN IS DEAD, its NamY/N now.

“You look nice Y/N.” Namjoon said and grabbed one of my two bags and we started walking to the car.

I blushed at his comment, before getting in the car Jin pulled me aside.

“Don’t. Mess. This. Up.” Is all he said to me.

“Bye! Have fun!” Jin waved us goodbye as I got in Namjoons car.

The ride was pretty quiet for the first half hour, i had my headphones on and read a book, Namjoon had the radio on. I took my headphones off and started listening to the radio. My favourite song came on ‘Agust D by Agust D’ Not to brag, but, i know the whole rap part. I turned up the volume, Namjoon smiled. I bet he didn’t expect me to know how to rap like a freaking GOD.

A to the G to the U to the STD I’m D BOI” I sang.

It was almost the best part, the super fast epic rap part. My time to shine.

“Do you know the rap part?” Namjoon asked.

“You bet i do.” i replied.

I did the epic rap part flawlessly and brushed my shoulders off.

“Damn, i wasn’t expecting that! That was awesome!!” Namjoon exclaimed

“Thanks.” I blushed.

The rest of the ride was awesome, we sang song and bonded over our shared love for music.

“How much longer?” I asked

“3 hours, we’ve been in the car for 2 hours already.” Namjoon answered.

“UGH!!” I was tiered.

Namjoon laughed.

“We can stop and get some food, if you want.” He asked

“Sure!!” I excitedly said.

Living with Jin, there is a lot of food, like A LOT of food. Food is my life, i might have an addiction.

“We can get some desserts or something like that, cause i made us some sandwiches for actual food.” Namjoon said

“YES!!” I exclaimed. I love dessert even more than food.

We drove for another 15 minutes, i was looking out the window trying to see where Namjoon would stop. He finally stopped at a small pastry shop. We walked in and i ran to the display case of all the food. Admiring all the gifts from God. Namjoon laughed again.

“Hi, Can i have 2 chocolate mousses and one piece of the red velvet cake, please” Namjoon order at the front counter.

I was practically shaking with excitement. Ready to eat the delightfulness that is dessert, and i am eating them with Namjoon, one of my favourite people.

“Young love is so cute.” The lady said as she handed us our treats.

Namjoon and I blushed at her comment, our red faces made her giggle. We went back to the car to enjoy the food.

“Here, dig in!” Namjoon handed me a bowl of chocolate mousse.

We clinked our bowls together and said ‘cheers’. We finished our mousses fairly quickly and sat there, our bellies still empty, wanting, nay, needing more desserts. Namjoon pulled out the slice of cake he ordered.

“We can share.” He said and pulled out 2 forks from a picnic basket.

“Wait!” I shouted.

I grabbed the AUX cord an plugged my phone in. i play ‘Ice Cream Cake by Red Velvet’ and started jammin.

“You get it? Because its red velvet cake, and I’m playing a Red Velvet song!” I snickered.

Namjoon shook his head while slightly giggling.

“You’ve been hanging out with Jin too much.” He said and put the plate with the cake in the middle of us.

We dug in and enjoyed every bite, the Red Velvet in the background was a nice song to dance to. Dancing and eating, a nice activity, especially with friends.

We finished the cake and Namjoon started driving once again. I fell asleep, so i have no idea what happened for about an hour and a half-ish. I woke up and saw the car was parked in a gas station and it was dark outside.

“Oh, good morning sleepyhead.” Namjoon said and entered the car.

He drove away again, BACK ON THE ROAD. Namjoon handed me a bottle of pop (soda).

“Here, i thought you might like one.” He said.

“Oh, Ya, Thanks.” I said to him.

We listened to music and Namjoon drove for another hour and a half. It was fun. We arrived at a small cabin, it was surrounded by trees and a lake.

“Welcome, this is my cabin.” Namjoon said and opened the door to a cabin.

He was carrying his many bags and i grabbed the two bags i brought. We went into the cabin and picked who got which room. There was a small room, a big room and a medium sized room. we flipped a coin, i wanted the big bedroom, more room for my computer and chips Netflix marathon. I chose tails he chose heads.

“HA!! HEADS!!” Namjoon exclaimed.

“BIG ROOM IS MINE!” He said and ran to the big room, well, not really ran, more like limp, cause he had all of his bags.

I’ll be in the medium room than. Thats okay, still enough room for me.
Namjoon and I went right to sleep when we got in our rooms, it was around 11 pm ish so, we were pretty tiered out from all the traveling. Tomorrow, thats when i’ll confess my feelings.

I was woken up at around 3am because someone was shaking me.

“Hey. Y/N!! Wake up!” Namjoon called out for me to wake up.

“What?” I asked kinda angrily, don’t wake me up from my nice slumber.

“Follow me” He said.

So i followed him, he led me outside onto the deck. It was lit up with candles and flower pedals. Namjoon?

“Y/N? I-i-i I like you.” He stuttered.

“I was gonna tell you tomorrow, but, the anticipation was killing me” He said, looking at the floor.

I was shook. I was gonna confess to him but he confessed to me. Its like a real life fan fiction!

“I like you to Namjoon” I said.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” He asked.

I hugged him.

“Of course” I whisper to him.

How to Survive College- Tadashi Hamada Imagine

Rating: G

Warnings: overworried Tadashi, cuteness

Summary: College is hard, but there are always the benefits of being there.

Word Count: 1155


You were tired. But then again, you were always tired. College was stressful. It was hard. Everyone around you was intelligent and smart. You just seemed like another grain of sand on the beach. It wasn’t all that bad, though. You survived. You had a couple of friends that made you feel amazing. Honey Lemon was always so cheerful. Wasabi was always helping you organize your thoughts. Gogo always managed to make you feel relaxed. Fred always had jokes to make you smile. Tadashi, well, he was your best friend. You knew him like no one else did and he knew you like no one else ever would.

You smiled at the thought of Tadashi. Actually, the two of you were the only ones in the labs. The problem you were faced with was pretty challenging. Your next experiment was biology-based, and it seemed that whatever compound you utilized created an even bigger problem. You had spent two hours just staring at the pieces of scratch paper.

“It works!”

You jumped, a little shocked at the outburst. You rubbed your eyes before walking to Tadashi’s lab.You pushed the door a little.

Tadashi had this huge smile on his face. “Scan me.”

A voice, a robotic voice, spoke, “Your neurotransmitter levels are elevated. This indicates that you are happy.”

“I am! I really am. Oh, man, just wait til my brother sees you.” Tadashi smiled to himself. “You’re gonna help so many people, buddy. So many. That’s all for now. I am satisfied with my-”

You smiled and leaned against the door. You slipped through, tripping over your feet and fell to the ground. You scrambled to get up and coughed. “Sorry! I was just…” Your voice trailed off as you stared at a large robat. It was… plump and  balloon-like. Its head was small, and its round eyes were big. Your jaw dropped. “This is your robotics project?”

Tadashi nodded with a wide grin. “Yeah! It’s pretty great!” He immediately coughed and pulled the bill of his cap over his eyes. “I mean, what- what do you think?”

You just smiled, circling around the new creation. “This is amazing.” You poked the robot. “Durable, soft. What is that in the middle?” You scrutinized it. “Carbon fiber?”

“Yep. Need Baymax to be really light and durable.”

“You expect him to fall out a window or something?” You laughed.

Tadashi shrugged. “He’s prepared for anything.”

You smiled. “Tadashi, may I, ask for a scan?”

“Of course!”

“Baymax, scan me.”

The robot looked you up and down before concluding, “You are perfectly healthy, with high levels of dopanine, seratonin, and adrenanline.”

Your eyes widened. That was never supposed to be said. You panicked, tensing a little.

Tadashi tilted his head. He mouthed the words of the chemicals. He’s sworn he had heard it before. He took Pyschology class once and even talked to a professor about it for Baymax. However, for the life of him, he couldn’t remember. He stepped forward and asked, “Do you remember what those chemicals were for?”

You blushed. “Nothing too important, I think. Must’ve been a bonus question or something.” You stared at Baymax. “So how is he… knowledgeable? Programmed?”

Tadashi smiled. “Let me show you.” He pushed the access port on Baymax, revealing the green computer chip. “Over ten thousand medical procedures.”

“Wow.” You grasped the robot’s arm. “What else are you equipped with?”

Suddenly, a blue light emanated from his hand. You jolted back, feeling the buzz of electricity run from your fingers to the entire rest of your body. You shook your hands and feet. “Woah! That was unexpected.” You laughed a little, shaking your hand just a bit more.

Tadashi ran over to you. “Are you ok? I am so sorry. I guess I need to run another test. We’ll get you to the hospital. Surely, they’ll-”

“Tadashi, I’m fine.”

Tadashi took your hands into his, examining them. “Just because you can’t see anything, doesn’t mean it’s not there.”

You gasp at the contact, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks. “Tadashi,” you whispered, “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Yes, I-” You yawned. It may have been morning, but you did stay up late the night before.

Tadashi’s eyes widened. He gently cradled your cheeks with both of his hands and stared into your eyes. The warmth from his hands spread, and you could feel the temperature rise. Tadashi whipped out a small flashlight from his pocket and shined it in your eyes briefly. “Pupils are dilating just fine. Maybe the shock made you drowsy. It could’ve affected your nerves. We…” He picked you up, holding you to his chest.

You gasped. “Tadashi! I can stand on my own, you know?”

“You are experiencing drowsiness.”

“Then, test your invention. He could scan me and see if anything’s wrong.”

Tadashi shook his head. “You are too important to be some sort of test. I am taking you to a hospital.” He sped out of the room.

You squealed and held onto him tighter. “Tadashi! I am fine!”

“You were electrocuted!”

“Shocked!” You groaned. “At least just take me to the medical building.”

“Fine.” He changed direction and headed towards the medical building. When you arrived there, Tadashi put you down, but his hand rested on your waist, holding you close. You pursed your lips and felt your cheeks heat up. The doctors stared at you. “(Y/n), do you feel any pain?”

You gave him a thumbs-down.

The doctor opened his mouth, but Tadashi interrupted him, “Please, my robot malfunctioned, I just wanna make sure she’s alright.”

He sighed. “Ok, lovebirds, follow me into my office.”

The two of you stuttered, trying to disprove his small comment. Tadashi removed his hand from your waist and kept holding onto his hat. You just stared at the ground. Eventually, the two of you just avoided each other’s gaze with red cheeks. The check-up didn’t take long. Tadashi and you left the hospital, still not looking at each other directly.

“Hey, I’m sorry for dragging you to the hospital,” Tadashi admitted. “I was just really worried

You shrugged. "A little too worried,” you laughed, nudging him. “Don’t worry about it. It’s actually kinda cute.”

Tadashi gazed at you. “Cute?”

“Uh…” You blushed. “I mean, like, it’s cute that someone could care… about me.”

“I care a lot about you.” He laughed a little.

You gazed at him, smiling softly. “I care a lot about you, too.”

Tadashi’s grin widened. “Hey, you know, you could help me with Baymax later. If you want to?”

“I would love to.” You peered down and bit your lip. You took a risk and grasped his hand.

Tadashi stiffened. Then, he pulled you closer to himself and kissed your head. Yeah, college was tiring, stressful, and hard, but you had all you needed to survive. You had your friends and Tadashi, whatever he considered you to be.


Heyo!! So, my first Tadahi imagine! I hope you guys like it!

Beautiful Goodbye

Author’s Note: So I’ve heard from a few people on Twitter who wished the goodbye scene was longer/explained more about why Abby chose to take off the necklace with Jake’s ring. Since I agreed, I decided to write a short (well okay, close to 4,000-word) thing about it from Marcus’ perspective. So basically, this is my interpretation of how the goodbye scene could have gone down if the writers hadn’t chosen to cut away after the kiss.

Rating: M-ish? I’m TRASH and hyped up on The Scene, so of course there’s sexytimes.

It was dark in the tower, save for the flickering of a few candles aligned at the sides of the hallways: hardly enough to fend off the blackness of night. Striding through the empty corridors, Marcus mused on the iciness of the streets below. The danger that lurked in every shadow, the hatred hidden in glares and deciphered through threats. His chest ached, remembering the ambassador’s hatred of Skaikru, his refusal to choose diplomacy over violence. A stab of pain so intense that it might have been he, not the Ice King, who’d been shot.

How deftly Marcus had tried.

How decisively he’d failed.

There has to be another way, he’d thought, urging Roan to delay his battle in favor of negotiations. And he’d been so sure he could do it – so confident they would see his side, cherish life over bloodshed – that the ambassador’s refusal had knocked the breath from his lungs like a punch to the gut. Diplomacy, he knew, was far from an exact science. There were no guarantees. But to have failed now, at such a crucial time…he could hardly offer himself forgiveness when regret was the only emotion available.

Octavia had barely looked at him after that; instead of remaining with him, she’d chosen to seek out Indra. Since midday, he hadn’t so much as glimpsed her. Marcus thought he’d seen something pitying in her gaze – something that spoke more than her words ever could, something that implied she blamed grounder politics and not him for his shortcomings – and as small a gesture as it was, he appreciated it. If nothing else, at least she’d been willing to give peace a chance.

A soft breeze blew through an open door, and Marcus breathed out a soft sigh as the coolness of the night wind washed over him. As loath as he was to admit it, there was nothing more to be done. He would have to accept whatever came in the morning, swallow the bitterness of self-loathing that had burbled again inside him when the boy mentioned what the chip had forced him to do. Focusing on what came next was easy when hope was abundant, but in its absence his mind turned back to territory it had explored a thousand times before, terrain he and his people had mapped out so well.

It was a land of remorse.

Dwelling on the past did him little good, but in times like these it became harder to construct a dam strong enough to hold back their tide. A few more seconds, and he could have taken Bellamy’s life. Had ALIE’s hold over him not been broken in time, had his hands not relaxed and his composure returned, his story might have been an echo of the young grounder’s. Their hatred for Skaikru might have been pronounced, but the boy had no inclination of how alike they really were. The shame they shared.

If he’d told him what he’d been forced to do, a member of Skaikru equally torn by his actions under the influence, would it have helped? Could it have saved whatever fractured bond they might have with the grounders? More importantly, could he even trust his own voice to recite so sensitive a memory?

He could still feel it; the sickening agony of looking down and seeing the eldest Blake sibling on the dusty throne room floor, gasping for air, his face bruised and bloody. The look in Bellamy’s eyes shone forgiveness mixed with fatigue while his own blurred with tears, appalled with himself for what he’d been forced to do. What his hands and legs and arms had done without his consent, all because of a woman in a red dress and a computer chip.

He remembered something else then, drifting back to him through the listless fog of misery. A gun pointed to Abby’s head. She’s still here, he reminded himself. Bellamy’s still here, Clarke’s still here, Octavia’s still here. There is still hope.

And hope, as he’d come to know from the woman who held his heart in her hands, her smile, her sigh, was everything.

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This little computer chip just raised $1.2M on Kickstarter.

Meet the smallest, cheapest and possibly most world-changing computer to date. CHIP is a tiny machine that can do everything a regular-sized computer can do: It surfs the Internet. It runs an office suite. It connects to a keyboard to make music. It plays video games. It teaches users to write code. How did it raise $1.2M? Probably, with its price tag.

YOU THERE

STOP SCROLLING FOR A SECOND

I NEED TO TELL YOU ABOUT A VERY IMPORTANT THING

CALLED MAGIQUEST

DO YOU SEE THIS SHIT? THIS IS MAGIQUEST. IT IS ESSENTIALLY A REAL LIFE FUCKING HARRY POTTER SCAVENGER HUNT. DO YOU SEE THIS RIGHT HERE?

THIS IS A MAGIC FUCKING WAND. THIS WAND RIGHT HERE HAS A HIGH TECH COMPUTER CHIP LAZOR OR SOMETHING IN IT. I DONT EVEN KNOW I NEVER QUESTIONED HOW IT WORKS. BUT YOU TAKE THIS WAND AND YOU POINT IT AT SHIT AND THINGS LIGHT UP AND GO DING. WAND POINTY MAKE CHEST OPEN, SEE?

YOU TAKE YOUR WAND- WHICH BY THE WAY IS CUSTOMIZABLE- AND YOU RUN AROUND AND FIND SHIT WITH YOUR AWESOME WIZARD SKILLS. THERE ARE A BUNCH OF MAGIQUESTS, MOSTLY IN GREAT WOLF LODGES. HERES A MAP, DUNNO IF ITS UP TO DATE.

THE GREAT WOLF LODGE ONES ARE PRETTY DAMN COOL. THEYRE INTEGRATED INTO THE HOTEL AREA SO YOU CAN FUCKING TAKE YOUR WAND AND GO HAVE SOME ICE CREAM AND THEN GO RIGHT BACK TO GETTING THE PIXIES THEIR BRAND NEW GREEN CRYSTAL AND SAVING THEIR SORRY ASSES FOR REWARDS. BUT OH NO. IT GETS BETTER. THE MAGIQUEST IN MYRTLE BEACH NORTH CAROLINA. THIS SHIT IS THREE STORIES HIGH AND OFF THE FUCKING HANDLE IN TERMS OF AWESOMENESS. LOOK AT THIS

LOOK AT THIS FUCKING TREEHOUSE

AND THIS LIBRARY

THIS IS JUST THE MOTHERFUCKING LOBBY

DO YOU SEE THIS DRAGON? DONT TELL ME YOU DONT WANT TO DUEL THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF THIS DRAGON.

NOW YOU MAY BE THINKING. WHAT IS THE POINT OF THIS MAGICAL GAME? WELL IT IS VERY SIMPLE. YOU HAVE TO GET ALL THESE RUNES. AND TO GET RUNES YOU HAVE TO LOOK AROUND FOR ALL KINDS OF HIDDEN ITEMS. ANYTHING FROM MOSS TO TIARAS TO FUCKING STARS ON THE CEILING. AND ONCE YOU GET A SHITTON OF RUNES YOU CAN BE A MASTER MAGI AND TELL ALL YOUR FRIENDS THAT YOURE A REAL WIZARD.

HAVE YOU EVER HAD AN EXPERIENCE THAT YOU CANT EVEN DESCRIBE BECAUSE ITS SO COOL? YEAH THATS THIS. SO JUST REMEMBER IN YOUR PATHETIC MORTAL BRAIN. NEXT TIME YOU’RE FREE FOR A WHILE (TRUST ME YOU WONT WANT TO LEAVE) GET YOUR ASS UP AND DRAG ALL YOUR FRIENDS TO THE NEAREST MAGIQUEST. NOT ONLY IS IT THE FUNNEST THING IN THE ENTIRE WORLD BUT MORE CUSTOMERS MEANS MORE MAGIQUESTS AND I WANT TO SPREAD THIS MAGIC LIKE WILDFIRE. ITS ESPECIALLY FUN FOR LITTLE KIDS BUT AGE DOESNT EVEN MATTER.

ALSO THIS VIDEO IS CHEESY BUT IT HAS SOME OF THE MAGIQUEST PEOPLE IN IT: http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=8gs59VNBS1w

NOW YOU KNOW ABOUT THE WONDERFUL THING THAT IS MAGIQUEST. YOU ARE FUCKING WELCOME.

Kip Kinkel’s Hallucinations and Delusions

Kip reported that he began hearing voices when he was in sixth grade. The first time he heard a voice it told him, ‘You need to kill everyone, everyone in the world.’ It also told him, ‘You are a stupid piece of shit. You are’t worth anything.’ Thus, from the onset of his psychosis, Kip heard voices that urged him toward both homicide and suicide.

When asked where the voices came from, Kip had a couple of ideas. One idea was that he was hearing the devil. Another, was that the government might have put a computer chip in his head, with satellites transmitting messages to the chip.

Kip went on the describe three different voices: A, B and C. The ‘A voice’ was loud and authoritarian and told him what to do. The ‘B voice’ made derogatory statements to him. The ‘C voice’ repeated what the other two said or commentated on them. Sometimes he heard the voices talking to each other about him. Kip tried a variety of things to make the voices stop, including exercise, watching television, and punching himself in the head. After he was arrested and was giving his confession, he cried out about the voices and began banging his head against the wall.

Less than a month before the attack, Kip yelled in class, ‘God damn this voice inside my head.’ He was cited for misbehaviour, and a disciplinary form that quoted his outburst was sent home and signed by his mother. When his teacher asked Kip if he was really hearing voices, Kip denied it. He was painfully aware that being ‘crazy’ would lead to ostracism at school and be a major disappointment to his parents. Thus, his fear of being labelled as crazy prevented him from getting the help he desperately needed.

Kip’s delusions included paranoia that China was going to invade the US. In preparation for this, Kip had built bombs and stockpiled guns. Kip said about China: ‘They are so huge. They have nuclear weapons. Seemed like I would end up fighting them. I had lots of fantasies about fighting the Chinese.’ Another of Kip’s obsessions was his fear that the world was about to experience a plague. He feared the end of the world and the falling apart of society. He wanted to build a bomb shelter and accumulate food and supplies. Kip also believed that Disney was taking over the world and would replace the American dollar with the Disney dollar, featuring a picture of Mickey Mouse. In talking about Disney, Kip told Dr Bolstad, ‘No one of average intelligence sees it with Disney. You have to be smarter.’

Kip had other delusions. He said that sex criminals had chips put in them. He seemed to think that the television show The X Files indicated that the government was experimenting with putting chips in people. He said the chips could produce voices, adding, ‘Maybe that’s the way they’re controlling me.’ After the attack, Kip continued to be paranoid. Dr William Sack, a psychiatrist who worked with Kip in prison, reported that Kip thought visitors might have cameras in their glasses. He was also afraid his medication might be poisoned.

Besides auditory hallucinations, Kip may have also experiences visual ones. He told strange stories about a man who allegedly lived nearby and drove a car with bullet holes in it. Kip was so afraid of him that he said he bought a stolen gun because he needed protection in case the man came after him. It is not clear if Kip was paranoid about a real man who lived nearby, or if he was having visual hallucinations.

Adapted from ‘Why Kids Kill’ by Peter Langman

the signs as things said by my english class part three
  • aries: "hi welcome to class today we'll be learning about sofia's social life, since she won't stop talking about it"
  • taurus: "you're just salty that mrs. saudek locked you out of the classroom, and that i have a social life"
  • gemini: *eats entire family sized bag of spicy chips throughout the course of the class* "the only reason i have this flavour is because none of you can eat it, ha"
  • cancer: "jeremy's trying to cheat at a word search, i'm not sure how he's doing it but he is"
  • leo: *tries to vault over desk, drags desk over* "it's ok i still looked cool"
  • virgo: "i'm hip, i'm watching a video on computer chips" "how are you in high school but also a suburban dad"
  • libra: "boy you look like a mike & ike, don't come to me with that shit"
  • scorpio: *lying on the heater in the middle of class* "it brings me closer to hell, kinda"
  • sagittarius: "can you make our final essay fill-in-the-blank? or at least like, multiple choice?"
  • capricorn: "it was a wild experience because i forgot where the spacebar was"
  • aquarius: "hey, can i keep this cool rock on your desk?"
  • pisces: "why don't you teach us to pay taxes?" "because i'm an english teacher?"