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About Big Hero 6

So I just finished rewatching Big Hero 6 for maybe the 12th time and a thought occurred to me that had been knocking around in my head for a while.

Ok, so that finale? Where Baymax sacrifices itself to save Hiro? Where Hiro had to willingly say “I am satisfied with my care” and say goodbye to one of the last connections he had to his dead brother as well as to someone that he had come to see as a friend? Where you tried really hard not to cry and then cried a lot? Yeah, this is about that.

After the big moment, of course, it’s revealed that Baymax’s healthcare chip had been hidden in its fist so Hiro could rebuild him. Looking at the scene there really isn’t a way for Baymax to put the chip in its fist after locking it into place behind the pod. Which means that Baymax doesn’t have its healthcare chip the entire time that it’s going through this speech about how it can save Hiro but its protocols won’t let it deactivate unless Hiro states that he is “satisfied with his care”.

Now for a long time I thought this meant that Baymax had learned and grown beyond its programming and that he knew even when its chip was removed how to best care for Hiro. That meant this was the emergence of true AI, one that genuinely cared about the people under its care. Very uplifting message if you want to take it that way and certainly one that the filmmakers could have intended, and if that’s the way you want to take that scene then I’d suggest you stop reading now.

Let’s take a look at the scene earlier in the movie when they first fight Callaghan. Hiro tells Baymax to destroy Callaghan when Hiro hears how callous Callaghan is towards Tadashi’s death. Baymax tells Hiro that its healthcare protocols prevent it from harming a person. Hiro removes Baymax’s healthcare chip and immediately you see a personality shift as Baymax goes from friendly caregiver to emotionless destruction engine. This makes sense as, up until this point the only thing that gave Baymax any personality was the healtcare protocols Tadashi had programmed which seemed to all be stored on that chip and with the healthcare chip gone, the only thing left would be the combat protocols Hiro had made. Once the healthcare chip is back in place the personality change is just as sudden back to normal.

Earlier in the movie you’ve seen how these chips can be augmented and added to when Baymax downloads entire databases on dealing with emotional grief and also when it adds minor things like “fistbump” to its healthcare protocols. Shortly after the fight scene you also see where Baymax refuses to open its access port as he does not want to let Hiro remove its healthcare chip again for fear of Hiro making Baymax violate the protocols Tadashi put in place.

Given all that, here’s a theory: Baymax copied its healthcare database to the combat database in order to keep Hiro from making it violate protocol again. You can already see that Baymax is unwilling to violate protocol and that Hiro is all too willing to remove those protocols. Baymax refused to open its access port as a temporary measure, but naturally all Hiro would have to do is power Baymax down and force the port open. In that case Baymax would be helpless to stop itself from causing harm. It could simply delete the combat protocols, but it can’t ignore that Hiro is reckless and driven to get himself into dangerous situations to apprehend Callaghan so Baymax knows it needs the combat protocols in order to protect Hiro. The logical solution is to copy all protocols on to both cards for redundancy in case one is removed.

In short: Baymax felt so betrayed by what Hiro made Baymax do that it decided to make a failsafe in case Hiro did that again.

anonymous asked:

Parfois je me demande si tu n'es pas Emmanuel Macron. J'ai l'impression qu'il (tu ??!!) adorerait être un personnage de roman, et que comme il a compris que personne n'ecrirait une chose pareille, il a décidé de le faire lui-même. En plus, "Emmanuel" et "Emma", ça fait fausse identité de quelqu'un qui veut être démasqué.

SURPRISE BITCH I WAS EM THE WHOLE TIME.

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Vampire AU where Yuuri looks out his window one evening to find a heart-shaped cloud of bats hovering outside.

OHHHHH NOOOOOOOOO IT’S TOO CUTE

anyway so Victor has been a vampire for upwards of eight hundred years and he’s just bored, so so bored: nobody told him how boring being a vampire would be. sometimes you have to fake being dead and dye your hair. Then you have to move continents. Then you accidentally acquire a younger brother that you didn’t actually make but follows you around anyway. He’s so bored. He’s just so bored all the time. Regular humans are only interesting for a few years, and then they get old, and other vampires are never surprising after you’ve known them a hundred years. 

Victor goes to Japan just to have something mildly interesting to do. He hasn’t been there since they opened up the ports: he went in with the Dutch traders and it was a lot of fun, then, but he hears that it’s interesting now, too, so he spends a week in Tokyo - dull, just parties and nightclubs and people trying to get his attention. Kyoto’s a little more interesting, but temples make his skin itch, too much holy energy. A priest came out of a little one and watched him very carefully, making it clear he wouldn’t have a problem with Victor, if Victor didn’t cause any problems.

Well. You don’t get to be eight hundred without knowing when to gracefully leave the domain of a god, so Victor wanders to a little town called Hasetsu. He’s never been there before, at least. 

He pokes around for a while, trying to find something interesting. It’s dull here, too, too quiet, like St Petersburg when he had been human. He’s starting to consider if he shouldn’t take a nap for a decade or so and chance little Yuri bursting into his lair and yelling when – 

oh. OH. What’s that. There’s a boy, walking with a backpack slung over one shoulder, very graceful, his head held like a dancer. He smells delicious, all sweet and rich iron, and before he quite knows what he’s doing Victor drifts closer, comes up to the boy and gives him a big, practiced smile.

“Do you speak English?” he chirps. “I’m lost!”

The boy – and now Victor’s close enough to see how beautiful he really is, hair like ink and eyes like dark amber, a mouth made for kisses and a neck begging for bruises and bites– looks up. 

Oh, oh, Victor’s so interested.

“The tourist center is right there,” says the boy, pointing, and walks off. 

Later, trying to express himself to an extremely unimpressed little Yuri, he says, “I couldn’t help it, I had to catch him.”

We shouldn’t try to find one-to-one parallels when we try to equate Avatar events and cultures to real life ones, since a lot of the stuff in Avatar is a mix of different things (like how the Fire Nation also has Korean and Thai influences in additional to Japaneses ones), but I still find it both interesting and funny to point of parallels because: 

  • We start off with the Fire Nation (Imperialist Japan mixed with fascist ideology) taking over regions that represent Tibet, another that’s a mix of different Chinese eras, and two lands that have both Inuit and Native American Influences
  • I wish I had a proper source, but the Drill seems to be inspired by one of Hitler’sw failed oplans to to druill under the English Channel or something like that. Something like a secret tunnel (haar har). 
  • D-Day fails (”The Day of Black Sun”)
  • But then, the Allies eventually succeed in taking down the fascist power 
  • While in real life there’s a much more complex history of imperialism, the comics and Korra IMMEDIATELY give imperialism a a big fuck you by showing how 1) imperialism sucks and is beneficial to NO ONE (not even the guys spreading it), and 2) at the end of the day mutual trade is more beneficial than imperialism and colonialism.
    • But that’s not the point I really want to focus on. What I find hilarious is that, to do this, we start to see shift where the world turns into 19th century Japan a bit in that sense that everyone is much more open to trade. (minus the opart where Avatar!Matthew Perry forces everyone to open up their ports). 
      • Although, it should probably be noted that this process began during the war, and that, as we see in “The Promise,” it’s not exactly a fair system. 
  •  Anyway, what’s  also kind of funny is that the Water Tribes are now apparently going to be like the Middle East with the oil drilling plot with “North and South.” But, the kicker is, the people coming over to fill in the role of the Western countries is the South’s sister tribe. So, it would be like if Saudia Arabia had already been this large, unified state in the wake of the Ottoman Empire’s fall, and now they’re going over to claim other, smaller states in the name of unity and technological innovation (ok, maybe not the best, most accurate analogy, but I tried). 
    • They’re even using all the usual arguments for imperialism, like damn.
  • LOK, of course, continued this tradition by giving us the Equalists as a stand in for the Communists, Unalaq being a really badly done theocrat, Zaheer being  an actual anarchist, and Kuvira being a fascist. 

And, while there are some holes in the story’s lore, and while many of these stories could have been improved upon (whether it be in the show in the comics), I commend both show and comics for trying to continue this theme. 

But honestly, what makes Avatar such an awesome series in terms of worldbuilding is that you can look at any number of historical events and ask yourself “what would the Avatar equivalent of this be?” And if you’re lucky you might be able to find something. Also it’s fun because of the all the historical parallels, and because headcanons are fics are really fun to make. 

Port to Open- Dead Sun Harbor

I would like to take this opportunity to extend an invitation to any and everyone (Horde or Ally) to take part in a potentially -really- exciting new location that I hope will become a hub for criminals and even good guys who want to taste a bit of bad! Mortua Sol is officially opening their harbor and shifting Dead Sun Harbor into a port city! We’re looking for anyone who would want to be a part of this community- affiliates, merchants, pirates, patrons, people who need a job ICly! DSH will have loads of fun activities to pick from. If you are interested, whisper me in game18+please- members should have Discord as much of the cross faction rp will occur there! With further adieu, I give you Dead Sun Harbor.

-Lots of Love, E


Through the veil of mist, an inlet offers shelter from the sea stretching between Pandaria and the Eastern Kingdoms. The approach to shore is treacherous, the rock formations guarding the way to the docks as if the titans themselves yanked the pillars from the ocean depths. The narrow passages make it nearly impossible for frigates to navigate inland, making the only way ashore to anchor and take smaller rowboats. The sight of Dead Sun Harbor is breath-taking, namely in comparison to the riff-raft that flocks the port. Cascading falls that pour down from the island and something that just says free.

Captained by a known member of the criminal family Mortua Sol- Joram Kallar, The Adoration patrols the waters for any sign of hostile ships be they Alliance or Horde. She is a fast ship, with a ruthless crew. A secondary frigate often accompanies this ship, called The Victory- captained by yet another of Mortua Sol’s family members. Getting passed them is a feat on its own, but intruders will find Dead Sun Enforcers waiting for them ashore– along with three mounted cannons spread out on high ground across the port.

With a signal from The Adoration, docking at the harbor is just a piece, which gains those seeking refuge or a good time full access to the harbor town. The Inn, Brothel, and Gambling House all sit on the level just above the sea- though shops and homes stack up into the mountain side.

Before passing up to the main level, visitors must pass by The Pits- a gladiatorial ring where much of the disputes on the island are settled. Get robbed in the Inn? Challenge the thief to combat in the Pits and beat him to death. Fights are overseen by Head Enforcer and noted member of Mortua Sol, Iceilla Nightbane– disobey one of the few rules the harbor has and face her and her team.

The Hanged Man features a man strung up by his ankle on it’s sign- below it written in common and orcish Inn. Inside, all sorts of barkeeps walk the floors– humans, Kaldorei, Sin'dorei, Orcs, all there to make certain guests have full cups of ale and food on their plates. The main floor of the inn is packed tightly with tables, and is almost always a crowded mess. Upstairs are small rooms, for just three pieces a night and of course, a complimentary meal and ale with the purchase.

Patrons of the harbor, being shady as they often are- often find themselves in the backroom of The Hanged Man, dealing with the Matrem of Mortua Sol- and Overseer of Dead Sun Harbor. A notoriously cruel Kaldorei, Eilithe is more than willing to make mercs and privateers very rich. Crossing her is not a smart endeavor.

Merchant stands pack the paths between buildings, coin can be made and lost almost every step through the port city. For those with a particularly deep pocket, they might find themselves outside of a building whose sign is, quite simply a wagon wheel with the word Fortune fashioned from metal across it. 

The Wheel of Fortune is a rather classy establishment for such a shifty city. The gambling house offers all sorts of games, where players can leave with a small fortune or leave in debt to those that run the harbor. Lora Nightwell, yet another member of Mortua Sol- finds herself the proprietor of this fine establishment. If someone is brave enough to skip out on their gambling debts- Lora is certain to change their mind.

Like any good port city- Dead Sun Harbor offers lonely travelers companionship at The Empress The women and men of this brothel are lovely as ever- and twice as fierce. For a few pieces, sailors can find themselves access to dancers and a hot meal. A price for a night with one of the whores could range from five pieces to five hundred, as they are free to charge ‘based on demand’. Rumor has it they are in need of a Madam. Though they might be without proper management, if the girls don’t kill a man for skipping out on a bill– the enforcers will. 

 Striking as it is, Dead Sun is a dangerous place- but if a young thief keeps his wits about him, the harbor can be a place that makes a person quite well off. So venture off the coast of Stormwind– travel  from Rachet, to a place from the cluthes of Kings and Warchiefs. A place every man and woman can be free.

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横浜市開港記念会館 by kazu saito
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completed in 1917 burned down in the Kanto Earthquake 1923 restoration completed 1927

A depiction of one of the largest military mismatches of the 19th century, as the British navy, consisting of ships built largely of iron and powered by steam, fought in the Opium War of 1842 against the Chinese navy. The Chinese emperor, who had been assured by his advisors that China still held the preeminent technological and economic position that it had held for centuries, spoke before the war of killing British soldiers like “mosquitoes.” The war ended with China having to pay a large indemnity (for the crime of destroying British drug suppliers’ supplies of opiates) to the British and having to open some ports to British trade.

RIP Chat Noir

(After seeing all of the Adult!Ladybug with short hair art floating around, I couldn’t resist)

“Where is she?” Chat muttered, pacing back and forth as he started yet another round of ‘spot the cat’ from his rooftop perch.  Even with his vantage point and excellent night vision, the local strays were good at sneaking around, so it made a good diversion while he waited for his Lady to join him on patrol.

‘Huh, that little gray tabby looks a lot thinner than when I last saw her, did she have kittens?’ he mused, then pulled out his staff and flicked open the port to the screen, tapping the Ladybug symbol on it.

Unlike the other times he had tried to call, this time someone actually picked up.

“Sorry Chat!” Ladybug panted, his view a dizzying swirl of fast-moving building as she ran, though her yoyo wasn’t angled to catch her face.  “The little girl I babysit managed to get gum all in my hair this afternoon and my mother and best friend had to cut it to get it all out.”

“That’s a shame, bugaboo.” Chat replied, relaxing against a chimney now that he was reassured of his partner’s safety.  “Hopefully it was just a trim?”

“Afraid not, Kitty.  They had to cut a lot off.  You’re not allowed to laugh, okay?”

“Never, My Lady.” Chat promised softly, putting a hand over his heart, even though she couldn’t see it. “Cat’s honor.”

“Thanks, Chat.  I’ll be there in a few minutes.” The call cut off, and Chat flicked the port closed before re-holstering his staff.

It was less than a minute later before his sensitive ears caught the distinctive zing! of Ladybug’s yoyo, automatically twitching in that direction.  When she landed, though, his breath caught, eyes going wide.

Ladybug shifted nervously, one hand coming up to tug fitfully at a lock of hair on her new pixie cut.  “You promised not to laugh, Chat.” She reminded him, a little defensively.

Laughing was the furthest thing from his mind.  The pigtails had been adorable and imparted their own charm, but the sleek new cut…

Chat felt his entire face flush.  His Lady looked older and more dangerous, sleeker and faster and oh no he wasn’t ready for this.

“Chat?”

Gotta go you look great time to start patrol bye!” Chat got out in a rush, racing for the next rooftop and missing the jump entirely, splatting against the opposite wall.

He was going to need a lot of cold showers until he got used to that haircut.

What is the meaning of Okinawa within the larger frame of East Asian politics, and why has it proved such a thorn in Tokyo’s and Washington’s sides? The island is the largest of the Ryukyu chain, a broken necklace of coral reefs and rugged, volcanic islets that curves for some 700 miles across the East China Sea, from just below the tip of Kyushu in the north to Yonaguni in the far south, from which on a clear day one can see Taiwan. The Ryukyus were settled by the same mix of seafaring peoples that populated the southern islands of Japan, and the languages have a common parent-stock. Okinawa itself is about 70 miles long, and rarely more than seven miles wide; it lies in the typhoon path, some 400 miles from the coast of China’s Fujian Province, 800 miles south of Tokyo, roughly on the latitude of the Florida Keys. Granite slopes, green with sub-tropical vegetation, rise from clear seas; there are spectacular natural anchorages. The soil is poor, and what little cultivable land there is yields a hard living. Yet for centuries the island thrived as a way-station for maritime trade along the eastern Pacific. Intrepid Okinawan mariners ventured down to Indo-China and up to the Yellow Sea.

Envoys from the Ming Emperor had first reached Okinawa in 1372, and actively encouraged the island’s trade. Ryukyuan leaders thenceforth participated in the rituals of the Chinese tribute system: travelling every two years to the Imperial court to make their kowtows, and be royally fêted in return, while taking advantage of the many opportunities for informal trading along the way. Tributary gifts were supposed to be native produce, but an exception was made for the Ryukyu Kingdom, which had so few resources of its own—sulphur, copper, shells—yet could offer such dazzling luxury imports. The warehouses in the harbour town of Naha stored rare timber, spices, incense, ivory and sugar from the Indies and beyond; swords, textiles, ceramics, Buddhist texts and bronzes from Korea or Japan to be shipped to China; brocades, medicinal herbs and minted coins going the other way.

The sailors brought stringed instruments and dances from Malacca and the Indies which the islanders adapted to their own legends. Ryukyuan masonry became a high art, the heavy local stone carved into sturdy yet graceful ramparts and bridges. Above the harbour, the palace complex of Shuri Castle commanded a panoramic view over the ocean and the distant islands. Its steep stone walls and ceremonial gateways enclosed lacquered reception halls, gardens, shrines and the private apartments of the king, his wives, courtiers and concubines. The leading English-language historian of the island, George Kerr, has described the sophisticated society created by a population of perhaps 100,000:

It was a toy state, with its dignified kings, its sententious and learned prime ministers, its councils and its numerous bureaus, its organization of temples and shrines and its classical school, its grades in court rank and its codes of law, all developed in an effort to emulate great China. [26]

The Ryukyu Kingdom’s trade with Japan—the only power in the region to defy Imperial China—was supervised on the Shogun’s behalf by the Daimyo of Satsuma in southern Kyushu. This involved a second set of tributary relations. In the 1590s, the King of Ryukyu politely declined to support Hideyoshi’s planned assault on Korea and China. As a reprimand, the Daimyo launched a hundred-strong armada of war junks against the island in 1609. His forces looted Shuri Castle and took King Sho Nei prisoner. The terms of his ransom were an annual tribute, amounting to nearly a quarter of the tiny kingdom’s revenue, to be paid in perpetuity to the daimyo of Satsuma. In addition he would henceforth control all the Ryukyu Kingdom’s overseas trade—and, after 1634, exploit it freely to circumvent the Tokugawa Shogunate’s seclusion edicts, which closed off trade to the rest of Japan. The Ryukyuans turned to Peking for help, but the enfeebled and embattled late Ming court felt neither obliged nor able to inconvenience itself for a subordinate state. [27] Ryukyuan merchant shipping declined, weakened not only by Japanese rake-offs and the disruptive effects of the Manchu take-over in China, but by European penetration of the East China Sea, bringing with it missionaries, guns and demands for trade.

By the early 1800s, Western interests—American, Russian, British, French—were converging on Japan, hoping to prise open its ports by diplomacy or force. The Ryukyu Kingdom was an obvious—and defenceless—launch pad for such an attack. In 1853 Commodore Perry dropped anchor in Naha, hoping to establish a military base. The White House thought it would be ‘inconvenient and expensive’ to maintain such an outpost, however, and the Commodore sailed on to Edo and a larger prize, having granted the little state recognition with the 1854 Ryukyu Kingom–United States Friendship Treaty. From Japan’s vantage point, too, securing Okinawa was the rational first step in a modernizing imperialist expansion that would soon encompass Formosa and Korea. Within five years of the Meiji Restoration, Tokyo had asserted its sovereignty over the Ryukyus and—through a show of arms on Formosa—extorted recognition of this from China. When Shuri demurred, a garrison force was dispatched to the island and a powerful Home Ministry bureau opened there. In 1879 the now-powerless Ryukyuan throne was abolished and an Okinawan Prefecture established, under the command of a Tokyo-appointed Governor. The deposed king was held under restraint in Tokyo until his death in 1902. [28]

Imperial rule brought a levelling down for Okinawans as the local aristocracy was displaced by arrogant officials from the north. Land reform in the early 1900s abolished the communal village-allocation system in favour of private ownership, creating tens of thousands of landless labourers. Sugar-cane plantations, run by a monopoly corporation whose principal shareholders were the Imperial Household and the Mitsui and Mitsubishi Companies, came to dominate the local economy. Japanese modes of dress and speech were made compulsory; state Shinto and the Emperor cult were imposed; portraits of the Emperor and Empress hung in every public building. Eventually, in 1920, Ryukyuan representation in the Diet was put on the same footing as that of the rest of the country. Okinawans suffered severely during the inter-war period and Great Depression, which has passed into memory as the time of sotetsu jigoku or cycad hell, when people were reduced to eating the fruit or bark of the cycad, a palm-like but toxic tree. They played little role, however, in the militarization drive of the 1930s or invasion of China in 1937. The minimum height and weight requirements for the Imperial forces were above the average for Ryukyuan males, and during the Second World War they were largely confined to the labour corps. [29]

Facing defeat, Hirohito ‘sacrificed’ Okinawa in a bid to preserve the Emperor System and the home islands, while treating for surrender terms. The Allied land assault was launched in April 1945: the ancient walls of Shuri Castle were subjected to continuous bombardment from air and sea for sixty days, while half a million US troops poured onto the island, five times the size of the defending force. To the Imperial Japanese Army, distraught Okinawans were either a nuisance—competing for scarce resources, hindering troop movements—or a threat, suspected of spying because of the incomprehensible dialect they spoke. In the most extreme cases, grenades were distributed and the people were called upon to sacrifice themselves in ‘collective suicides’. At the same time, many trying to hide in the island’s caves were incinerated by American flame-throwers. More than 200,000 people, half of them civilians, died in the rain of fire and steel. After the cynical nuclear bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki had secured an already prostrate Japan’s unconditional surrender, Okinawa became ‘an immense, neglected military dump’:

Towns and villages were rubble heaps; tens of thousands lived in caves, tombs, lean-to shacks, or relief camps … Farmers became air-base labourers; fishermen became truck-drivers; the old aristocracy disappeared. Cast-off GI clothing, American soft drinks, cigarettes and canned goods supplied a new luxury trade for a totally impoverished people. [30]

The memory of 1945 is seared into Okinawan identity and has shaped responses to the security agenda foisted upon the island ever since. Their outrage is especially stirred by attempts to sanitize history, as happened under Koizumi, by deleting from school textbooks their memories of the compulsory mass suicides under the bayonets of the Imperial Army, and the final orders from Tokyo to abandon all thought of survival. They learned, and refuse to forget, that neither the Japanese nor the American armed forces were there for their defence.

—  Gavan McCormack, ‘Obama vs Okinawa’.  New Left Review 64, July-August 2010
Oh, Baby (Namjoon x Reader) Pt. 9

[Pt 1] [Pt 2] [Pt 3] [Pt 4] [Pt 5] [Pt 6] [Pt 7] [Pt 8] | [Pt 10]

Pairing: Namjoon/Rap Monster x Reader
Rating: M
Genre: Smut/Mafia-ish AU

Words: 3,458

Summary: You were only supposed to have seen him twice. Only twice, no more, but now you’re getting dragged into situations you never wished for and Namjoon just keep showing up.

A/N: YOU CAN ALL STOP ASKING ME ABOUT OH BABY NOW BECAUSE HERE’S THE 9TH PART :D Aish…sorry it took 2 months to write. I’ve just been really unmotivated to write this tbh. Once you stop it’s hard to get back into it. But I’ll try. So…hopefully you can just enjoy this for now.


The sound of seagulls cawing overhead is a telltale sign that Yoongi is close to his destination.

Foot heavy on the pedal, he slows as his car curves around the seaside road, the gates to a shipping yard straight ahead. Eyes narrowing wearily, Yoongi pushes his jacket out of the way and makes sure his gun is easily accessible. This shipping yard has been unstable for a while now—basically the prize in a dirty game of capture the flag. Ever since the rightful owner had been killed off a year back, every gang in the city—and even some corrupt individuals with need for an open port—have been fighting to lay claim to the territory. And, at the moment, Yoongi isn’t quite sure whose hands the shipping yard resides in.

If it’s in the hands of Suho’s gang, or Leeteuk’s gang…he’s fairly screwed.

Sighing, hoping that he won’t run into trouble, Yoongi approaches the closed gates, spotting someone leaning against the wall nearby. At hearing the car approach, the previously zoned out male looks up, hand immediately sneaking to sit on the gun tucked under his belt. Yoongi narrows his eyes as the male starts towards him, taking in his features. Black hair, dark eyes, and a few tattoo’s peeking out from beneath his loose tank top.

“Yah…Ravi?” Yoongi questions, rolling down his window slightly. At hearing his name the male pauses, tense face turning curious.

“Who…Suga?” the male questions, seeing a sliver of Yoongi’s face through the opened window, and immediately Yoongi lets out a sigh of relief. If N’s gang is here that means he’ll be fine.

“You changed your hair color,” Yoongi points out, rolling down the window all the way to smirk at the other 93-liner. “I didn’t recognize you.”

“Ah…the sky blue hair wasn’t really helping to keep me off the grid,” Ravi explains, tugging at a strand of the black hair on his head. “But it seems like you dyed your hair too, huh?”

Sighing, Yoongi glances upward towards his freshly bleached hair, frowning at it.

“I didn’t have a choice,” he says, and it’s true. He’d accidently run into Key—Onew’s resident diva—when he’d gone to Incheon the week before, and the elder had urged him to change his hair color after he’d gotten word that Yoongi had shot at Eric’s men when they’d run into either other at the docks. Key had then shoved him into a chair and grinned happily as he poured bleach onto Yoongi’s previously shiny black hair.

“Well, maybe it’s for the better,” Ravi shrugs. “You’ve had black hair since I’ve known you. And the blond doesn’t look too bad.”

“Thanks,” Yoongi responds sarcastically, and Ravi rolls his eyes.

“You’re here for a shipment, right? We’re sharing the grounds with JB’s group right now, so you should be good. Namjoon has ties with Jackson, right?”

“Yeah,” Yoongi nods, eyebrows furrowing. “You’re sharing it?”

“We all get along, and none of us would have been able to kick Taeyeon’s chicks out alone…”

Yoongi nearly chokes. “You…you had to team up to kick out a group of girls?!”

“Hey! Those bitches don’t fuck around, man!”

Yoongi snorts and taps at the gas pedal, startling Ravi. “Whatever. I’m heading to dock 3.”

“I’ll radio it in so you don’t get sniped,” Ravi responds with a roll of his eyes, tapping Yoongi’s hood, and once he steps away Yoongi revs the gas and travels farther into the shipping yard. As he drives across the smooth pavement, a tiny red dot appears briefly on his jacket sleeve, and Yoongi narrows his eyes, tracing the invisible line back towards one of the warehouse roofs. Luckily, just as he’s about to ready his gun, the dot on his sleeve disappears and there’s a yell from the rooftop.

“Sorry, hyung!” a smooth voice rings out, and Yoongi spots Jinyoung’s head pop up on the roof of the second warehouse. “Ravi hyung just called me!”

Assuring him he’s fine with a wave of his hand, Yoongi continues on his way and slows to a stop when he finally reaches the third dock. There’s no ship present. However, he can see a small package shoved into one of the nooks under the dock.

Sighing, Yoongi steps out his vehicle and goes to fetch it, the bright sun straining his eyes. He always hates bright and sunny days like this one.

Snatching the heavy packet up, Yoongi peeks inside and makes sure the order and amount is correct before he turns and heads back to his car. With everything in check, that means he can head back to Namjoon today and update him on everything that’s been going on. So, schedule in mind, Yoongi starts his car and circles back towards the entrance. However, just as he nearing the gates he spots Ravi and another tall kid, and the two wave him over.

“What?” he asks, eyebrow raised tiredly, and the newly appeared boy with pink hair leans over. Yoongi looks him over for a brief second before he realizes that JB’s maknae has grown up quite a lot.

“What’s up with Namjoon’s new girl?”

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Star Wars worlds : Takodana 
Covered in lush forests and small lakes, Takodana was a popular departure point that offered easy access to trade routes that connected the Inner and Outer Rim. For those heading outwards toward the galactic periphery, the planet was seen as a last taste of civilization, while those heading Corewards saw it a last grasp of frontier living. Travelers found the planet’s neutrality and distance from galactic politics appealing, and as a result Takodana became a haven for fugitives, smugglers, and explorers. Takodana was known as the long-time home of Maz Kanata’s castle that served as an open port to spies and dubious travelers alike.

In-depth: French experimental SMGs

Even before World War II, the French Army had experimented with military submachine guns. The French were perhaps more forward-thinking than the British Army in this regard. Both the French and the British had been offered the Thompson and both turned it down, but whereas the British Army dismissed the idea of submachine guns completely, the French began work on their own design called the MAS 35. It was chambered in 7.65x20mm. The prototypes were very basic and had simple tubular butt stocks with flat plates acting as shoulder pieces. The design was not adopted but instead improved upon as the MAS 38. The MAS 38 was unique in that the bolt actually traveled back into the stock at a tilted angle. The internal workings were very complicated and I will spare readers a full explanation.


The MAS 38. Designed at Saint-Étienne and chambered in 7.65mm. This was the standard French submachine gun in World War II.


Despite its unorthodox design, the MAS 38 was adopted as the standard French issue submachine gun. The low-powered cartridge meant that recoil was low and accuracy was good. The weapon was used throughout World War II by both the Free French and the Vichy regime, and would also be used post-war in France’s subsequent conflicts.

After the war it became apparent that submachine guns were more effective than most European militaries had anticipated. The Section Technique de l’Armée (the French equivalent of the Ordnance Board) commissioned the small arms factories at Châtellerault (MAC) and Saint-Étienne (MAS) to develop a new submachine gun in 9x19mm. STA felt that the 7.65mm cartridge was not powerful enough and opted for 9mm since almost every other European country had adopted it.

MAC developed their first prototype in 1947. It had a hinged magazine housing that would fold under the barrel. The magazines used were that of the MP-40. Internally, the return spring was actually located near the trigger mechanism and had a torsion action to it. The end of the spring was attached to a lever that came from a recess from within the bolt. When the bolt flew back, the return spring twisted and tightened.


The MAC 47. Despite a superficial resemblance to the Sten, it was internally nothing alike. The hinged lever underneath the trigger cocked the weapon.


The cocking system was also unusual. There was a lever that folded under the trigger on a hinge. Turning it downwards would cock the weapon. The folding buttstock was made of sheet metal and was considered very unergonomic because it was too large. The return spring system also lost tension after extended use. Another version of this prototype was made that had a wireframe stock and a perforated barrel jacket. The stock folded across the side of the weapon and a brace that ran across the middle of it would deliberately block the open ejection port to prevent it from being discharged in this configuration.

In 1948, MAC produced a new design. It had a cylindrical body and the internal action was based on the Sten gun, but with left-hand cocking. The magazine well was very long and doubled as a fore grip. MP-40 magazines were used. The safety was in the pistol grip and, rather unusually, the stock protruded from the bottom of the grip. Fixed to the side of the stock was a hinged steel plate that was designed for the firer to rest their right elbow on whilst firing from the hip. There was no fire selector on the initial prototypes but subsequent models had two triggers for automatic and semi-automatic fire. Ultimately the weapon was not all that accurate.

MAC produced a lightweight version of this weapon which was made almost exclusively from pressed steel. The wooden stock was replaced with a basic “tromboning” stock which was a simple retracting wireframe. This version was known as the SL and was produced in limited quantities. Those that were made were issued to French troops in Indo-China (now South-East Asia).


The MAC 48. The unusual stock did not align well with the bore and made aiming difficult. When fired from the hip, it was decent.


Meanwhile Saint-Étienne produced a series of prototypes called the C1, the C2, the C3, and the C4. They were all basically derived the same design and differed only in very minor ways. Development started in 1947 and by 1948, the final version known as the C4 had been produced. The action was very similar to the later H&K G3. It had a two-part, L-shaped bolt that ran through a tube over the barrel. The firing pin was fixed to the vertical arm of the bolt. Fitted underneath the long horizontal arm of the bolt, and in front of the shorter vertical arm, was a light bolt head, which was attached to a rotating lever. One end of the lever touched the bolt body and the other end sat in a recess in the weapon’s frame. When gas pressure was applied, the lever rotated, which accelerated the bolt. There was no conventional fire selector. Instead, the trigger was pressurized to give single shots at a half-pull and automatic fire at a full press.

Neither the MAC nor the MAS designs were adopted by the French Army and instead the MAT-49 was chosen.


The MAS 48 C4 in 9mm. The magazine housing, like many other French designs of the time, was hinged and folded under the barrel.


The MAS 49. Chambered in .30 Carbine. Note the long barrel and bipod.


The MAT 49. This was the weapon that was adopted by the French Army. It saw use in Algeria and Indo-China.


Other post-war French designs included the Gevarm D3, produced by ammunition firm Gevelot. It was a very basic Sten clone with a wooden stock and was never manufactured in any quantity. More interesting was the PM-9 produced by Societe Pour l’Exploration des Brevets MGD in 1954. The PM-9 was a very compact folding submachine gun. It is very hard to describe the internal action of the weapon. The bolt was a sort of rod that was connected to a flywheel on the rear end and the front end was connected to a crank that revolved 180 degrees when the bolt moved forward. When it reached the end of its travel, it returned 180 degrees in the opposite direction, upon which the next round would be chambered. When this happened, the flywheel on the rear end of the bolt would oscillate, cocking the weapon, which would then cause a spiral spring to tension and the move the bolt forward again. Very interestingly, the weapon′s fire rate could be changed by adjusting the tension of the spring.


The Gevarm D4 by Gevelot. This version had a retracting stock whereas the D3 had a fixed stock. Not many were made.


The PM-9 produced by MGD and later Erma. The high cost and complex mechanism ensured that it was a commercial failure.


The folded PM-9. In this configuration it was incredibly compact.


The PM-9 design was sold to Erma Werke in Germany in 1955. Erma had difficulty selling the weapon so they instead used its production as a training exercise for young employees. Each unit cost about $150 so production ceased quickly.