or at least there was last year


Jellybots started as a number of character designs back in 2011- (which started as an attempt to prove to a friend that Beard Holograms are a sweet idea) then some more designs, and eventually a mini comic and a longer comic pitch (very just *almost* a series of GNs) and persistent dreams about wanting to do something bold and colorful and sci-fi/fantasy about growing up and mixing in major personal influences in a very particular sort of way that haven’t left me alone (despite never feeling like I have enough time or followthrough to do it justice). A quick googling should fill in some of the details but suffice it to to say: Jbots is my little personal project about kids and monsters, and a story world I’ve been taking trips to for years. Most characters are based, if loosely, on my irl friends. #DailyJellyJam is a month long attempt to take some of my own advice: one push-up is better than no push-ups! And a little bit of dreaming a day is better than no dreaming at all. So, at the suggestion of @erkshnrt, I’m making time to do some low-stakes worldbuilding at the glacial pace of no money, and I sincerely hope you guys are enjoying it! :)) Above is a sampling of some of the work that’s come together across the last few years- it’s all evolving and much is outdated and likely to be revised, but hopefully it gives you more of a sense of The Thing, or at least how gelatinous sausage gets made ;) new art momentarily!

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spoilers for 413, bellamy/clarke, 1600 words, gen. AO3!

Even though it’s not really the same as coming down in the first time, Bellamy still has this strange sense of deja vu as he looks at the door. The ship is smaller, he has fewer people with him, he feels both more and less sure of what he’ll find. They tried to hit the only spot of green they could see, but the controls are a mess, so he’s not sure they got to it. The whole fucking ship is a mess, built out of whatever scrap they could salvage. Even with six years to perfect it, the thing is still held together with spit and prayer, according to Raven.

But it got them to the ground. They’re back.

“Just open the fucking door!” says Raven, and Bellamy lets out a long breath and finally hits the release.

He knows what he’s hoping for: clean air, plants, blue sky. And he gets all of those.

He just also gets a girl, maybe ten or eleven, with brown hair in braids, pointing a gun at him. Which is honestly fairly encouraging; someone survived, and they have firearms. So she probably came out of the bunker.

He puts his hands up on reflex.

“Hey, uh–we come in peace,” he tries, and then says it again in Trig, for good measure. He doesn’t recognize her, but that doesn’t mean anything. She could be from another clan; there are plenty of them he doesn’t know. Or–his heart trips on the thought–she could be a nightblood. She could have survived because of that, and if she survived–

The girl pulls her gun back and looks at him critically. “Are you Bellamy Blake?”

He blinks a few times. “Um, yeah. I’m Bellamy Blake.”


She sounds skeptical, which doesn’t make any fucking sense. She’s the one who brought it up. There’s no reason for her not to believe him.

“Yeah, really. Did you come out of the bunker? Is my sister with you? Octavia?”

You’re Bellamy?” she says, like she didn’t hear him. She’s making a face like something smells odd. “I thought you’d be taller.”

Taller?” he asks.

Raven pokes her head out. “It’s been five minutes and you’re already being held at gunpoint? You sure have a way with people, Bellamy.”

“Look, we don’t want to hurt you,” he tells the girl. “Just–”

“I know,” she says. “You just want to see Clarke.”

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KYU: For 5 and half years, I’ve been trying to make viewers laugh and maybe hurt some people. I want to say I’m really sorry to those people.  I think I’ve learned a lot. Last but not least, I want to say thank you very much to all viewers for these 5 years. ©

Mountain Warfare on the Italian Front

The white war.

In May 1915, Italy joined the Entente and attacked Austra-Hungary, its neighbor and great rival, along their Alpine border. Four years of mountain warfare commenced, which some of the most brutal fighting of World War I in its least hospitable conditions.

Geography and strategy did not align well for Italian planners. Most Italians had not been particularly enthusiastic for war, and Rome wanted a quick victory that would take Austria’s last Italian possessions, like Trentino and Trieste. Therefore Italy’s army needed to attack. But virtually the entire Austro-Italian border consisted of the Alps, running from the virtually impassible Dolomites at Trentino, to the somewhat gentler east, where stood the Isonzo River and the rocky, barren, Karst Plateau. This is where Italy’s Commander-in-Chief Luigi Cadorna made eleven vigorous attacks during the war, heading eastward over the Isozo into Slovenia, coming to a head at the town of Gorizia.

The Austrians had suffered severely on the Eastern Front by 1915, but Cadorna’s opposite number, General Conrad von Hötzendorf, knew precisely where to deploy his limited men. The Austrians heavily fortified the Isonzo, blasting trenches, dugouts, and artillery positions into Alpine rock. The highest peaks became crucial observation points. Even if they ran out of machine gun bullets and gun shells, the Austrians could probably roll rocks down the mountains and still have an advantage over the Italians attacking uphill.

Austrians keep watch over the Isonzo.

The following four years covered the Alps in blood. Italy fought four battles alone for the Isonzo in 1915. Each proved indecisive and costly. The Austrians gave better than they got, but had too few men to counter-attack themselves. In the higher ranges of the Alps, a “white war” started in the snow and ice. Ski-troops and mountain climbers were the norm, avalanches caused by artillery killed thousands in seconds. Even supplying the men here required Herculean logistical efforts: guns, soldiers, horses, etc. were brought up mountain peaks with complex pulley-systems, elevators, and even ziplines.

An Italian Alpini mountain specialist ziplines from one peak to another.

The pattern of failed Italian offensives changed suddenly in October 1917, when Austrian and German troops launched a surprise attack at Caparetto that routed the defending Italians. Some 20,000 prisoners fell into Central Powers hands within a few days. Thousands of demoralized Italian soldiers were abandoned by Cadorna as he pulled forces back; yet the general had no sympathy for his men - some claim he literally reintroduced the ancient Roman practice of decimation, killing one man in ten in some units. More likely he had individual stragglers executed for cowardice.

A tough place for a war.

Despite this poor showing of Italian arms, they turned defeat into victory in 1918, halting a final Austrian attack on the Piave and launching their own counteroffensive which soon turned into a full-scale pursuit of terrified and starving Austrian troops. The cherished revanchist territory of Trentino and Trieste finally fell into Italian hands. But the unpopular war had come at terrible cost: at least 600,000 dead, almost twice that wounded. These are only estimates. To this day, the frozen corpses of Italian and Austrian soldiers show up every summer in the Alps. Perhaps it is no surprise that so many Italian soldiers, like Benito Mussolini, returned home bitter, anxious for rapid political change, and full of hate.


So last semester (after of course having “snow-apocalypse” the year prior; we aren’t a very lucky high school) the water line broke that supplied the school with water. The fountains, the toilets, ZERO WATER AT THIS SCHOOL. This happened already when first period started, so naturally students panicked and called their parents and even the news. The principal had to even get on the announcements to tell students not to call the news, do social media, call parents, etc about it because “they can handle it.” They did not handle it to say the least. Only one or two floors got bottles of water when they promised everyone water. Plus, they didn’t dismiss students so we all had to piss and shit in sewage filled toilets. I saw a chicken biscuit in one near the lunch room. The next day though they told students not to come. It took two weeks to fix the problem and they got one half of the school to partially work. This is a school of about 4,000 kids. To say the least, it will be burned in all the students brains as Shitapocalypse.

anonymous asked:

I love how people always sees Combeferre taller than Enjolras when in fact, Enjolras is a fucking asparagus and Combeferre a cute potato ~ ("He was lower and broader")

(it could also be interpreted as “less lofty” and given the context around it, I see that as a description more of his nature/personality rather than his physical appearance but we’ll roll with it because this is a CUTE CONCEPT)

  •  okay so when they were kids, Combeferre was always taller than Enjolras, just by a little bit
  • during the last year of primary school, Ferre had a growth spurt and he was at least a head taller than Enj
  • (Enj hated it)
  • but Enj kept getting taller, little by little
  • sometime during middle school, Ferre realized he’d pretty much stopped growing
  • by the the time they started high school they were roughly the same height
  • and Enjolras steadily kept growing…
    • (”hello down there”)
    • (”you’re not even two inches taller”)
  • …and growing…
    • (”huh…i’m going to have to start standing in the back for group photos”)
    • (”you hate taking group photos”)
  • …and growing
    • (”you make a very nice armrest”)
    • (”that’s all i’ve ever wanted in life”)
  • Ferre pretends to be annoyed but he doesn’t really mind
  • Besides it’s nice to have a conveniently tall friend who can reach all the high shelves in their flat 
  • (plus it’s amusing for him to boss Enj around every once in awhile)
  • and when Courf starts using Ferre as his own personal pillow, it makes him love his body even more
    • (”you know, you’re my favorite person to cuddle with”)
    • (”oh? why is that?”)
    • (”you’re, like, soft and squishy, and you make me feel safe and warm. like home”)

Drabble Time!  I know a couple people were wondering how Shouta was dealing… with a side of Shuji.

Shouta didn’t look up from what he was working on.  He wasn’t particularly in the mood to deal with anyone today.  Especially if that anyone was Shuji.  "Go away.“

Shuji just hummed and rested his hip on the side of Shouta’s desk.  "Yuuri-kun didn’t come to class today.  It wasn’t a known absence either.  Is he sick?”

Shouta shrugged.  No, Yuuri wasn’t sick, but Shouta was pretty sure that he didn’t want to come to school.  Shouta hadn’t wanted to come to school, but there wasn’t a competition or an exhibition to hide behind.  Yuuri could at least convince his coach to say there was some sort of unexpected practice that cropped up.  Surely, Alexei wouldn’t punish Yuuri for Shouta being an ass.

“I know it’s not show related.  I’ve been going to most of Yuuri-kun’s practices at the arena just to make sure I have the tempo down.  I might not be performing during his practices, but consistency is key.”  Shuji took the chair at the desk in front of Shouta and straddled it so that he could lean on Shouta’s desk.  Shouta glared, but it was half-hearted at best.  He could feel Shuji’s eyes taking in everything, including the tell tale redness to his eyes.  Shouta looked away.  "Kuso.  You broke up with him, didn’t you?“  Shuji’s voice was barely a whisper.

There was no way that Shouta was going to answer him.

"You mentioned that it was going to be hard, almost impossible to make it work if he was moving to Sapporo, but I didn’t think that you’d actually do it.  I mean I hope–”

Shouta kicked Shuji in the shin.  It was the least that he deserved.  He fought back a grin at the howl that Shuji let out.

“That was not cool.  I wasn’t going to say anything bad.”

Shouta just gave him the “I don’t believe you look”.  It should have been painfully familiar to Shuji.

“No, really.  I was going to say that I hoped you could work something out.”

Shouta couldn’t help the snort.  "I thought you were going to say that you hoped that I would so you could have a shot.“

"Maybe I was thinking it a little, but I wouldn’t have said it to your face!”

Shouta couldn’t help but laugh.  "There’s that, I suppose.  I guess you aren’t a total waste as a human being.“

Shuji grinned at him.   "At least you have some sort of sense of humor.  Though really, how angry would you be if I tried?”


“Why not?  A little high school fling?  Something fun to end the year on before he goes to Sapporo and I go to Tokyo.”

Shouta shook his head.  "Yuu-kun isn’t like that and you know it.  He’s not–“

"But maybe he could be.”  At Shouta’s glare, Shuji backtracked.  "All right, no, probably not, but there’s no reason that he has to be lonely the last few months of school.“

"It’s not like I told him that we couldn’t be friends anymore.”

“I like how you think that he’ll still want to hang out after that.”

Shuji was right.  Shouta knew that Yuuri probably would be spending as little time as possible with him, but it wasn’t like he didn’t have other friends in the IS track.  Granted, the next closest friend he had was Shuji… Damn it.  "Don’t hit on him.“

"How am I supposed to not hit on him?  I don’t think I know how to not hit on that beautiful boy.  If I didn’t hit on him I’m pretty sure he’d think I wasn’t feeling well.”

Also true.  Shouta had never really hated anyone more than Shuji right then.  He didn’t even hate the Russian as much.  He pressed his lips into a thin line.

“Tell you what.  I won’t do anything that I wouldn’t normally do.  Fair?”

Shouta looked down at the Math sheet he needed to complete.  "Not in my opinion, but then I don’t really deserve fair, do I?“  Shouta sighed.  "This sucks.  But Yuuri will probably need a friend.”

“My point precisely!”

Shouta rolled his eyes toward the ceiling.  "And you’re going to take advantage of the situation, aren’t you?“

"Maybe just a little, but then where would the EXCITEment be if I didn’t?”

Shouta just blinked at him.  "Is it possible for you to have a conversation without mentioning the name of your band?“

"Probably, but why should I even try?”

Oh Shuji….

Oh fuckkkkk the Gap… man that’s going to fuck up more than just Eyahn it’s going to fuck up Mack’s timeline too, because of Lorene and her family being in the City during it. There’s no way these same characters from a poor sector of the City without much medical access will still be alive a century and a half later. I’m going to have to drop it from their timeline or…. allow them to die long before Towerfall. Before the start of the game. And if I keep them to that old timeline the City is going to have to be much less developed, less amenities for those on the outskirts…

That is, assuming Six Fronts is still a good three centuries back like expected. The time when the City was actually founded and the walls were built. I’d expected the Walls and towers to have been finished by the time the Gap happened but if you push that back a hundred years they really might not be? Orrrr we’re just gonna push Six Fronts back as well, and add a couple centuries onto everyone’s expected age. Saladin, Zavala, the Iron Lords, everyone. That puts Efrideet closer to four or five hundred years away from Saladin. Can people even remember things up to five hundred years? Do Ghosts help with memory retaining?

Big, beautiful spiral galaxy M101 is one of the last entries in Charles Messier's famous catalog, but definitely not one of the least. About 170,000 light-years across, this galaxy is enormous, almost twice the size of our own Milky Way galaxy. M101 was also one of the original spiral nebulae observed by Lord Rosse’s large 19th century telescope, the Leviathan of Parsontown. M101 shares this modern telescopic field of view with spiky foreground stars within the Milky Way, and more distant background galaxies. The colors of the Milky Way stars can also be found in the starlight from the large island universe. Its core is dominated by light from cool yellowish stars.Along its grand spiral arms are the blue colors of hotter, young stars mixed with obscuring dust lanes and pinkish star forming regions. Also known as the Pinwheel Galaxy, M101 lies within the boundaries of the northern constellation Ursa Major, about 25 million light-years away.

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Time And Space

BREAKING: AG Sessions did not disclose meetings with Russian officials, DOJ says
By Manu Raju and Evan Perez, CNN

Attorney General Jeff Sessions did not disclose meetings he had last year with Russian officials when he applied for his security clearance, the Justice Department told CNN Wednesday.

Sessions, who met with Russian Ambassador Sergey Kislyak at least two times last year, didn’t note those interactions on the form, which requires him to list “any contact” he or his family had with a “foreign government” or its “representatives” over the past seven years, officials said.

The new information from the Justice Department is the latest example of Sessions failing to disclose contacts he had with Russian officials. He has come under withering criticism from Democrats following revelations that he did not disclose the same contacts with Kislyak during his Senate confirmation hearings earlier this year.

Omitting that information from your security clearance application is a felony. LOCK HIM UP! LOCK HIM UP! 

We need another MTV After Hours with Josh and Tom again. They need to keep this going! Josh nudged to get Tom to do it on his Happy, Sad, Confused podcast last year when Kong would come out and it never happened. What is this nonsense!?!?

This needs to happen for Ragnarok at least. We need to petition to make this happen. I want to see what other shenanigans those two can come up with. They are perfect together.

WIP Wednesday

Well, I thought I had an editing version of this already started, but I can’t find it. SO.

My current WIPS are:

  • new novel (number 3 of the current series, which I haven’t touched in two weeks /cries): 7k words 
  • #sexlaughterhonesty ficlets: 1.5 of 5 done.
  • edits on the second novel of the old trilogy: 57,583 words so far. This would be more helpful if I could remember when I started, but I THINK it was only last week. (the last two have been kinda long around here)

My goal is to power through with edits, write the #slh ficlets, and whine about not being able to work on my novel until at least the edits are done (hopefully the ficlets too). Then I have to start reading/editing the first two books in the new series which is not nearly as difficult as I’m not ten years back in my own head. 

How are all y’all’s WIPs going?

These girl squad chats are so sad. I just can’t believe they have no real reactions or concerns for a friend so completely withdrawing into herself and away from them.

Isak and Sana are really so similar. And when he did this last year, he at least had a Jonas to recognize it, not accept Isak’s flimsy excuses for his behavior, and offer to talk. When are we going to get this for Sana?? This has been going on way too long.

it is WRITTEN!!!! 8100 words, ish. everything is in sentences, though there’s a few little details missing.

time to take a nap then go back through it to add in/clarify quotes and cite sources, but i at least have something that i could throw at them and probably get a passing grade for if i run out of time

that was SO DIFFICULT and i could have written it SO MUCH BETTER if id just started it last year like i said i would. this is definitely the longest ive ever procrastinated anything. but i WROTE A THING

heaven was calling your name for years.

you are dead and i 
do not know what to do with myself.

in the fallout of your death i am listening to songs that break my heart with the thought of you,
my eyes screwed shut,
trying to memorize the smell of your old jumpers

i want to commit to memory

that i felt loved the last time i saw you.

– you never liked poetry, but i always found it in your presence. 
   (i should have thanked you more)

z-nogyrop  asked:

excellent work with part 20, as always! question which may or may not be spoilery- are most monsters alive during the events of inverted fate old enough to personally remember the waterfall incident? mostly just for the sake of understanding the timeframe involved here.

Nope! The Waterfall Incident happened at least fifty years ago, so a great majority of the main cast was not born yet. Only the oldest of monsters would recall.

For reference, it’s been about a hundred years since Chara fell, and the last human before Frisk died before the main cast was born, so Justice’s death woulda been a good ~30 years ago.