# forward base

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For the past 6 months or so, I’ve been illustrating a weekly column for The Forward, a new york based Jewish newspaper. The questions deal with interfaith life, as more and more modern jews begin relationships and families with non-jews. Here are a few of my favorites:

1. A black man converting to Judaism feels left out.

2. How can a mother and father from two different religions talk to their son about god?

3. A jewish girl going off to college wonders how hard it will be to keep kosher.

4. A pregnant woman ponders moving to a city without a jewish community.

5. A woman feels uncomfortable when on vacation with her boyfriend’s liberal family speaking out against Israel

6. A woman considering converting to Judaism.

7. A Catholic husband worries that he and his Jewish wife won’t be together in the afterlife.

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Could you do a smutty imagine where tom or peter are on the phone with hazy or tony and you’re giving him a blow job.

Over 1000 words of Tom smut. Hope you guys are happy

Tom pushed your shirt up further, pressing you further against the wall as his lips continued to trail down your neck. You felt him smirk as your fingers tangled in his hair, a guttural moan echoing around the room. You pulsed under his exploring hands, back curving in pleasure.

On the travelling wave: An intuition

The aim of this post is to understand the traveling wave solution. It is sometimes not explained in textbook as to why the solution “travels”.

We all know about our friend – ‘The sinusoid’.

y becomes 0 whenever sin(x) = 0 i.e x = n π

Now the form of the traveling sine wave is as follows:

When does the value for y become 0 ? Well, it is when

As you can see this value of x is dependent on the value of time ‘t’, which means as time ticks, the value of x is pushed forward/backward based on the value of  ω  .

When the value of ω > 0, the wave moves forward and when ω < 0 , the wave moves backward.

Here is a slowly moving forward sine wave for reference.

Have a great day!

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Yes. Part one. Because I don’t know when to stop.

Anyways, pretty straight forward I recolored four base game tops in @smubuh‘s Freshly Brewed Palette so I hope you guys enjoy ‘em!

Info

• Custom Thumbnail
• Requires no mesh (they’re basegame, duh)
• Four separate files for each recolor

Credits:

Meshes by EA

Soups and Broths in Magick

I am rather new to the witch community on tumblr but I have been interested in witchcraft for years. I have come upon a reoccurring thing, many of my friends I wish to magically aid through teas and herbal brews, do not like the taste of tea. I have found that mixing herbal blends or herbs representing what you wish to occur into soups and broths work just as well! In fact if you choose the right soup you can get sometimes better results I have found. Soup mimics tea by being easily drank and can be served warm and hot, which I find very comforting.

First it is important to choose a soup or broth that goes well taste wise with the herbs you wish to use. You want it to taste pleasant for yourself or the one you are providing it to. Though, try to find a soup or stock or broth that corresponds with what you wish to achieve with the herbs to further strengthen and increase the outcome you wish.

A short list of correspondences:

Chicken Broth/Stock: Uncrossing, new growth, fertility, sacrifice, New beginnings, rebirth

Turkey Broth/Stock: Close connections to Earth, generosity, inspiration, bounty, blessings

Beef Broth/Stock: New beginnings, femininity/female power, fertility, strength, balance

Pork Broth/Stock or Bacon: Intelligence, good luck, prosperity, curiousity, discovering new things

Fish Broth/Stock: Close connections to Water, health, improving oneself, the unconcious mind, awareness, fertility, good luck, wishes, change

Shellfish/Clam/Mussel Broth/Stock/Soup/Chowder: Protection, stopping lies/gossip/rumors, removal or treatment of stubbornness, honesty, truth, close connections to both Water and Earth, living a natural life

Shrimp Broth/Stock: love, abundance, fertility, trying new things, moving forward

Cheese base/Milk base soup/Chowder: Beauty, femininity, love, self-love, purification, rebirth

Tomato Soup: Protection, prosperity, love, uncrossing, femininity, romance and passion, negation of negativity and evil

Pumpkin Soup: Healing, prosperity, love, protection, granting wishes

Squash Soup: Psychic awareness, spiritual enlightenment

Corn Chowder: connections to the sun, luck, prosperity, abundance

Onion Soup: protection, keep evil away, healing, banishing, stability, exorcism, money, lust, and ends bad habits

Pea Soup: Kindness, connections with Air

Mushroom Soup: psychic enhancement, connections to Earth, longevity, strength, immortality

Curry/Curry Soups: banishing, healing, prosperity, protection from negativity

Soups with Noodles: Longevity, uncrossing

Soups with Rice: prosperity, blessing, money and wealth, security, good fortune to come

Soups with Barley: Love, Healing, Protection

Hopefully this will be helpful for any witches who are not very big fans of the taste of teas or for anyone else for that matter. I would love to hear or see any other suggestions for tea replacements or other soups that could be used. This came straight out of my Grimoire and I hope to add more of it to this site soon. Blessed be everyone!

Caught, bound and fucked

Silly Mc76 headcanon where McCree and Morrison celebrate the 4th of July by buying a massive amount of fireworks and nearly killing themselves when they set them all off at once, much to Mercy’s dismay.

((Welp, Canon Week was fun, but today, it’s over. Connor is alive again, so back to our regularly scheduled Tree Bros, Galaxy Girls, and Jared x Davey (from Newsies). (It’s just a thing in our group, hard to explain.) And no angst. Feel free to send questions for non canon Alana and the other characters!))

“Draw four, asshole.” Jason set his wildcard on the pile and smiled as serenely as he could at his older brother— which probably wasn’t that serene, given the circumstances. He glanced around the table. “And the color is red.”
Tim fished a red three out of his hand of cards. Damian came up with a red four. The three of them sat quietly while Grayson finished drawing his cards.
Uno tournaments were traditional, when the gang was all together. Jason couldn’t tell you when that started— he just knew that they kept a deck in the batmobile glove compartment. It didn’t seem like something Bruce would let in the house, much less in the car, but there you were— he let it pass. Card games had gotten them all through some dull nights.
Why uno? The wildcards didn’t give anybody flashbacks, for starters.
And games could get intense. Dick was taking the worst of it tonight— he had about a third of the deck fanned between his hands. That tended to happen when you sat between two people who were furious with you.
“You are eventually going to let me play a card, right?” Grayson tapped his fingers against his new cards as he added them to his hand. Jason laid down a red skip, and Dick made a face. “Okay.”
Mmhm, that’s what he got. Jason was really glad they were playing, honestly, because it turned out to be quality aggression relief. They had things to talk through anyway.
“So is Barbara coming?” he asked. She hadn’t responded to his text, but that was pretty standard. He tried not to take it personally.
“I don’t think so,” Grayson said. Tim and Damian played red nine, yellow nine respectively. “She doesn’t really want to be around me right now. Last time we talked she said some harsh things.”
“You’re dead to me?” Jason guessed. He set his last yellow card on the deck. “Sorry, no—that was last week. My bad.” He grinned in Dick’s direction. “Draw two.”
“Get wrecked,” Tim muttered. He laid down his own card— a yellow skip— and handed Dick two from the pile. “Babs isn’t coming.”
“What, so she texts you back?”
“Yeah, unlike you. It’s your turn.” Tim slid his chair a few inches away from Damian, who was scowling at him. “Chill.”
“Well if we’re not waiting for anyone else,” Jason ran through his cards. No yellows. “The meeting can officially come to order.” He laid another wildcard— unfortunately without the drawing bonus— onto the deck and turned to Dick. “You’re a despicable person, and I’m honestly considering setting you on fire. The color is green.”
“Seriously? I have thirty-six cards, but no greens.”
“That’s your problem then. One among many.”
“I missed you too.” Dick reached for the pile and drew another handful of cards, finally coming up with a green five. Tim played a one. “I really did, you know. And I’m glad to be back, even if Damian is the only one that will talk to me.”
Damian played a draw two. “Who’s side are you on?” Jason asked him, reaching for the pile.
“I’m not saying I agree with what he did.” Damian fanned his hand in front of him, rearranging his cards intently. “But I’ve already been forced away from one person that’s important to me, and I’m not doing it twice.”
“Listen…” Jason set his cards on the table. “We’ll figure the Bruce thing out, okay? Don’t worry about it. He always comes back.”
“Don’t we all?” Damian rubbed uncomfortably at his own chest. “Three for four.”
Jason jerked a thumb at Dick, who set a blue draw two on the pile. “That’s not the same, and you know it.”
“That offends me on a very deep and very personal level.” Jason glared at Dick. “Wow! A whole minute. That must have been a nightmare. At least you didn’t have crawl your way out of your literal grave.” He pulled down the neckline of his shirt, revealing the tops of his autopsy scars. “These are real.”
Tim took a pair of cards from the pile. “That’s disturbing by multiple definitions, and you need to stop.” He turned to Dick. “But he’s right. That doesn’t qualify as dead, and even if it did, it wouldn’t matter— that was a minute. You were gone for months.”
“You’re right. I don’t mean to make excuses, I just—”
“I’m not finished yet.” Tim set his hand on the table. “You had no right to do that to us. It doesn’t even make logical sense— what exactly were you worried would happen if we knew you were alive? Who did you think we were going to tell? I’ve been keeping your secrets since I was twelve.”
“I’m sorry, Tim.”
“Yeah, you’re sorry. Meanwhile I get to watch literally every member of my family die. It’s a lot of fun. Doesn’t scar you at all. I definitely don’t wake up every morning and feel like screaming into the eternal void that swallows everyone I love.” Tim laughed unsteadily. “And this whole time, you were playing James Bond. I can’t even believe you.”
“It wasn’t fun for me either, you know.”
“Uh huh,” Jason told him, “I’m sure it was awful. Now that I think about it, you probably had it worse than us— I mean, we only went through two deaths in a year. That’s much better than going into deep cover and ‘shouldering the burden’ or whatever it was you said. Definitely.” He twirled a finger in the air. “Hey look at that— it’s a bird! It’s a plane! It’s complete and total bullshit.”
“I’m not saying I had it worse. I’m just saying that it was hard. I didn’t want to leave you guys.”
“Well you did, didn’t you? So now you’re gonna have to live with the consequences. Which are going to be severe, because you hurt a lot of people.” Jason glanced around the table. “Damian. Express emotion.”
Damian carefully set a card on the deck. “I wish you had been here when I got back,” he muttered. “That’s all I have to say.”
“There you have it.” Jason rolled his eyes. “I’m sure being by yourself was really rough. I’m sure you hated it. Really hit a downward spiral, I’m guessing.” Tim sighed loudly— Jason smiled. “I hope whatever you were doing was important.”
“It was,” Dick said. “It wasn’t exactly the Gotham circuit, but I think I still saved lives.”
“Great. Four for you, Dick Grayson! You go, Dick Grayson.” Jason pulled another wildcard from his hand. “But literally, draw four.”
“You’ve been waiting to do that, haven’t you?”
“I think I deserve this.” Jason slid the deck across the table. “Red again.”
“Are you ever going to let this go?” Dick pulled his cards from the pile— at that point he was holding half the deck. “Just curious.”
“I don’t know. If you play your cards right, maybe.” Jason sighed. “You could start with an actual apology.”
“I thought I already gave one.”
“Coded instruction isn’t an acceptable format for saying you’re sorry.” Honestly, did Grayson think that was okay? Jason watched Tim lay down a red eight.
“For all we know, you didn’t mean any of that. Unless you expect us to believe that everything you wanted to tell us magically fit into your damn pattern game. Can you see why I’m a little suspicious here? Kinda shady, if you know what I mean.” Jason rolled his eyes. “You can do better than that. One chance. Use it however you like.” He snapped his fingers into a gun shape. “There— did you get my message?”
“Okay, fine.” Dick took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry I let you guys think I was dead. I’d been through a lot, and I just did what I always do— I kept moving. I tried to start over. Bruce gave me an opportunity to do that, and I took it, but that wasn’t fair to you. I’m not a traveling circus anymore. I have people I can’t leave behind. I should have remembered that.” He sighed. “I put you through hell, and none of you deserved that. I’m sorry.”
Jason didn’t quite know how to follow that, so he stared down at his cards instead. It was a fair apology, but it didn’t make him feel any better— the only thing that had helped so far was punching Dick straight in the face. Maybe he should do that again.
“Uno,” said Damian, laying a red zero on the pile.
“Wait what?”
“Uno,” he repeated. “One card. I’m about to win. As usual.”
“What the hell?” Tim asked. “You had eight cards the last time I checked.
“Then I would assume that was seven rounds ago,” Damian told him. “Todd, it’s your turn.”
“I could make it green?” Jason asked, looking around the table. “Do you think that would fix it?”
“I don’t have a green,” Dick reminded him. “You’d be gambling on me drawing something good. But we could do that.”
“We already used most of the good cards,” Tim said. “I object both on mathematical grounds and because it was Dick’s idea.”
“Thanks, Tim.”
“Got it.”
“Does he have another red?” Jason stared at Damian’s face, looking for a clue, but Damian stared impassibly back. “If he doesn’t, I could just reverse it.”
“I’m pretty sure you’re cheating,” Damian muttered. “This isn’t a team game.”
“Whatever.” Jason decided to go for it— he played his reverse. The entire table waited for Damian to reach for the pile.
He flipped a red skip onto the deck. “I win.”
“Dammit, Jay!” Tim swept the deck into his hands and started to reshuffle.
“You all owe me a dollar.” Damian stuck his hand across the table. “Unless you want to play again.”
“I should probably…” Dick tried to say, but Jason cut him off.
“Don’t you dare leave.” He pulled a dollar from his pocket and set it in Damian’s outstretched hand. “You owe me two months of time. You’re playing another round.”

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Stiles Smut~ Strangers

Word Count: 1107

Warnings: NSFW, smut, oral (male recieving)

Dylan smut based off of Stangers by Halsey

A/N: Guys, I promise I had this done and ready, but the storm I was tlaking about ended up cutting the internet off. You can ask my mom, I ranted to her all night about it I was watching Supernatural for Christ’s sake.

Anyways, kinda wanna add more fandoms like idk Supernatural, Voltron, Twilight, random ones. I’m going to catch up on some tv shows later on like Riverdale and stuff.
IDK. Inbox is empty. Send in requests pleaaaase. :))

Extra: Song X

Omg the fic was soo good! Exactly what i was looking for, Im just sad it was the only one... Thank you so much for the recommendation, and please, any other 'kara talks science with Lena' fics you find, send them my way. I really appreciate it

Aahh, I’m so glad you enjoyed it! <3

Here are a few more that I was able to find.

Kryptonian Science:

Word Count: 3, 020

Summary: Kara has the best day of the life, spending time with her wife and daughter, discussing science with Jor El, Zor El, and Eliza In Ze, and generally enjoying her life. But this ideal life is not real.

Word Count: 19, 974 (and counting)

Summary: What if Kara’s pod was programmed to offer Kara information via subliminal interface so that during the time it takes to transport Kara to Earth she is educated and informed of what’s she’s getting into and ready to undertake her mission to provide and protect Kal-El? What they did not account for is the time she spent in the phantom zone where the on-board computer continued the lessons not only covering languages, customs (observed from Krypton) but also information about Krypton’s technology and science.

Earth Science:

Word Count: 5, 894

Summary: Kara gets paired with resident bad girl Lena Luthor for a week long science project. She’s not looking forward to basing half of her grade on someone who doesn’t care about anything….or someone with mysterious green eyes and a heart stopping smile. Can she make it work?

Word Count: 15, 735 (and counting)

Summary: Lena and Kara never met, until a science convention in Las Vegas. One drunken night later, they wake up in bed together. No problem, except they’re both wearing wedding rings…

Word Count: 3, 699 (and counting)

Summary: Kara is not a baker. Lena shows her the science of it. The both of them get their chemistry on, in more ways than one.

Word Count: 666

Summary: No matter how famous, no matter how smart you are, even the best science experiment can go awry, and in Lena’s case, it unfortunately has the side effect that you’d get from smoking too much Marijuana.

Word Count: 3, 696

Summary: Imagine person A as being a science major of some sort. Person B, being playful, tells person A “I have the Fluorine, Carbon, and Potassium. All I need is Uranium.”

Or

One of Lena Luthor’s biggest turn ons is her girlfriend, Kara Danvers, babbling about science. Fluff and smut ensue.

Word Count: 3, 196 (and counting)

Summary: The house of Ze is known for their warriors. The house of El for their scientists.

So, Kara, with the immediate blood of both, is equally inclined to choose either of the two. One to protect and serve. The other to analyze and create.

In another life, she might have been a warrior, renowned and noble, shielding those from harm. She may have brought peace to a city at some point.

(In another time, she could have been a hero.)

Or,

An AU where Kara is a scientist and Lena can’t understand the strange engineer in Lab 9.

Title: The Lady in Red (7/?)
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem Reader
Words: 1848
Warnings: Some violence
Masterlist

Tony ordered a suite for Y/N, FRIDAY working her magic and taking measurements and getting everything perfect. Y/N wasn’t sure how she felt about having a suite, she wasn’t an Avenger, but it made sense because Steve had insisted on a bullet resistant lining in the top. The suit was dark red with black accents. The black boots came half way up her calves and held a pocket for knives in each side, Natasha’s addition. Other than that, there were hidden pockets all over the place.

The team met in the hanger. Y/N watched SHIELD agents load equipment onto the jet. Sam walked by carrying his wings and winked at her. Y/N was only a little nervous. She would be surrounded with people who had quickly become like family to her. She knew she would do anything for them and they for her, but the thought of going back into a HYDRA base was a little scary. She was so steeped in her thoughts that she didn’t notice Steve standing next to her until he lightly bumped her with his hip.

“Hey in there, you alright?” He asked quietly.

## Things to look forward to based on the new 2B teaser:

• Jace finally back in the game with the others
• Maybe new warlock?
• Sebastian!
• Alec as Head of Institute!
• Angry Maia
• Luke still being a dad to Simon
• Alec and Magnus (sort of) on opposite sides of the situation
• Sizzy moment at Jade Wolf!
• Raphael and Meliorn teaming up!
• Magnus as High Warlock of Brooklyn
• Malec as a power couple!
• Alpha Luke and Detective Luke!

## Crops Ahoy: Farms That Float

No Land? No Problem. If Barcelona-based Forward Thinking Architecture has its way, farms of the future will operate autonomously as they float on the open sea. Stretching eco-friendly concepts to the limit, the ambitious design firm has come up with the idea of Smart Floating Farms, large triple-decker agriculture barges that feature fish farms down below, hydroponic gardens up top, and solar panels on the roof to keep things running. They don’t exist yet, but they’re certainly providing plenty of food for thought.

The concept hits all the current buzzwords: preservation of arable land, local organic food sourcing with less “food mileage,” environmental protection, self-sufficiency and sustainability.

More from the Huffington Post

in line w ur post about the team slipping back to their first languages while apart, I hc pidge as canadian and speaking québécois french, and hunk has a deaf sibling so he starts using ASL (maybe he was too afraid of alien predators hearing him but ASL is silent so)

i love these headcanons! hunk would probably be like “WAIT A SECOND THIS IS A GOOD IDEA???” and suggest that the entire team learn ASL so they can communicate silently on missions where they need to be sneaky sneaky.

keith likes it a lot cause it’s actually a very straight forward language and is based on motions so it’s easier to retain what he’s learned since he used his own hands for it.

shiro picks it up fairly quickly but he’d taken a JSL class when he was younger (just cause he wanted to) and mixes up signs a lot at the beginning.

lance’s fingers keep locking up since he’s double jointed and it’s hard for him to move them fast while being precise, but he surprisingly likes learning it a lot too since he also retains the info better if he can use his hands for it.

pidge learns the fastest and starts learning more advanced signs from hunk asap.

allura and coran are right behind pidge since they’re used to having to learn new languages for ambassador purposes.

hunk is a very proud and kind and fun teacher.

Bound to Vengeance

Words: 9006 (oh..my..how?)

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Drama, Caretaker!Au Disability!Au

Summary: Revenge. How far and how much are you willing to go?

His breath staggers in and out. He runs with numb legs, mind blank.

Finally, he comes to a screeching halt on his heels and throws open the large double doors, brown in colour and engraved with deep swirls.

The judge slams down the gavel. “Silence! Silence! Order in the court!”

Immediately everyone hushes, the lawyers taking their seats once again. “In the circumstances presented, I make the following order.” The judge’s voice ricochets off the high ceilings. Taehyung slowly stumbles forward. “Based on the evidence presented, there is an insufficient link that the defendant’s actions caused the plaintiff’s death. We cannot rule beyond a reasonable doubt and as a result…”

Taehyung’s heartbeat pounds in his ears.

He swallows hard.

“…the defendant, Miss L/N Y/N, is found not guilty.”

No. No. It can’t be.