signal green

ok first: this realization fucked me up a year or so ago

everything we are taught about light and color, from art classes and physics classes, computing, whatever, is mostly bullshit. Its all based entirely on how the human eye functions.

primary colors? arbitrary. based entirely on human vision (which is why partially why primary colors differ in paint and RGB) Thats the main thing.

so the divisions of color into wavelength are so uneven (correct me if i’m wrong, but green is disproportionately large) (on that note, humans are better at distinguishing shades of green than of other colors) because its based on how we see things and no real mathematical or physical differences in the light.

other organisms with different eye structures have completely different colors and light. Our eyes have three types of cells to process color (corresponding to Red Green and Blue) butterflies have five types. What the fuck are they seeing? If we could ever know, how could we process that image into something we can sense? 

humans made the world to conform to them (RGB screens deliberately use the eyes RGB structure to make a coherent image) and its weird to realize the ways in which we are limited by our senses, especially since sight is probably out main sense.


in that vein, any alien coming to earth would be highly unlikely to be able to use our technology because its surprisingly specific to our eye structure. 

 they’d have to have fairly good vision to start with, so if they survive mainly on smell or sound on their home planet, earth tech’s not for them (which reveals so flaws in out world in helping disabled people)

their eyes would need to have RGB cells, at least two of those? or something similar enough that its not a big deal. because for some fucking reason our eyes signal red+green as yellow. also, will alien vision even be in out visible range? what if they only see IR or UV light what then

itd be like, “good evening victoria, what is that device in your hand? technology from earth?”

“yeah, i’m just reading something on my phone,” and seeing the screen its a horrible mess of colored dots that burns into your retinas and nothing like human writing on paper. 

we’d need to abandon RGB all together and use the lights that genuinely change wavelength. 

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SnK Season 2 - Eps.10 : Signal Flares

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Vanilla

Spencer Reid x Reader (smut)

Requested: No. But, I posted a text post but the tags are slightly different than how I decided to write this fic. I didn’t want to do something that had already been done before and so I changed it up a bit.

Summary: When you’re called out on a case in Florida that involves BDSM, Spencer seems to know a lot more than you had thought. You had always thought of him as ‘vanilla’ and when he finds out he decides to prove you wrong…

Word Count: 1,994, Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of strangulation and blood, BDSM, Oral Sex, Daddy Kink, Unprotected Sex (wrap it before you tap it yo)

A/N: If you looked through my search history you’d probably think I was really into BDSM lmao, I got my facts from wikipedia so here’s the source… I don’t know why you need it but, who am I to judge!

Originally posted by toyboxboy

“We’ve got a case,” Garcia’s heels tapped rowdily against the floor as she walked to the bullpen, both you and JJ following in suit as she grabbed the remote to start delivering the case. Everyone else was already sat at the table flipping through the dreaded pages, observing the bloodstained discarded clothing, still vibrantly screaming despite it being a photograph. You sat next to Emily wincing at the contents of the file as Garcia spoke. “Well, my crime fighters. This is not a pleasant one- as if any case is pleasant but, anyway. Two women were found in Florida tied to a chair with some sort of silk material, with various torture devices in the room with them. The C.O.D is not clear as of yet but the ME is assuming that they were suffocated based on the ligature marks on their necks,” she continued, clicking her device and bringing up the already horrid images in 1080p quality. “The torture devices you’re referencing could be used as a part of some sort of BDSM play,” you stated glancing once more at the tie used to restrain the victim. “Correct, there are actually two bondage harnesses I can point out in this photo. Also, if you look in the corner here,” Spencer pointed, clearly placing the photo in the view of the whole team, “This here is a bondage bed. It’s designed for bondage and BDSM play. The design typically falls into two main variants; a standard bed designed primarily for sleeping on but which has purpose built attachments for bondage, and a table-like piece of furniture with a padded top and multiple fixing points around it. This second variant is purely designed for bondage and would be part of a purpose built dungeon,” you glanced up at him, confused at his knowledge on the subject. The rest of the team holding in laughter as Emily proceeded. “Okay then… Wheels up in 30,” she smirked, making her way back to her office.

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Oh shit guys right y'know the new really cool Green Day book - ‘Green Day Rising’ well hardly anyone has been buying it. Here is a quote from the authors

‘We are in serious, serious debt because books don’t seem to be something people want anymore, so we’re trying to find a way to pay the bills we owe. I promise you that we only went down this road to sell a book that would make people happy, but making people happy didn’t end up translating to sales. So we’re kinda screwed (desperate) at the moment.’

These people are honestly really good people and the book is brilliant so it would be lovely to buy it if you are a Green Day fan.
Please share this and spread the word however you can, help some good people out!

anonymous asked:

Person a tripping in the street and person b whomst is a stranger to them catches them and accidentally dips them ( like the dance thing u know)

Justin Oluransi likes to walk, and being in this city so far has been nothing but walking.

Walking from the subway to the hotel to the pharmacy back to the hotel, then to the hospital in the morning for his interview and from there to the deli for an early lunch then back to the hotel and then just - out to explore midtown.

New York City is all. walking. all. the. time. And it’s beautiful clear weather on a breezy spring midmorning.

He loves it.

It’s like a dance, weaving between the many pedestrians, pausing for cars in the street but not waiting for the signal to turn green, picking up the pace to get away from the creepy dude following too closely, and then slowing down to enjoy the atmosphere - suddenly halting to catch his breath when he turns a corner and sees the Empire State Building.

What a sight, what a rush, what a thrill! The only thing missing would be a -

“Shit!”

A man bumps into him from behind so hard he’s twisted around and Justin’s glad he’s got quick reflexes because otherwise the man would have hit the concrete with the back of his head.

Instead, Justin has an arm under his shoulders and the other hand gripping the man’s waist tight to keep him cradled against his chest.

Wide green eyes stare up at him, and for a moment Justin can’t think. Those eyes are mesmerizing - they’re beautiful, soft, sweet. Justin’s lost in them.

It takes a moment for him to register that the other man’s hands are both gripping his arm tight, fingers digging into the light fabric of his favorite salmon hoodie, and he realizes he should help the man back to his feet.

“Sorry,” Justin says, pulling him into an upright position and letting his hands linger on the other man’s biceps for a moment to make sure he can support his own weight just fine.

“Chyeah, no, please, I’m sorry, I just, uh -” The other man is fumbling for words, running his hands over himself and then reaching up to right the cap on his head. “My legs don’t always send letters of intent to my brain, so sometimes my body wants to keep a pace and my legs just like - bolt for no apparent reason and I tumble over myself like a newborn fawn and it’s not - uh..”

He finally looks up and meets Justin’s gaze and for a moment Justin thinks he might lose himself in those beautiful eyes again, but the other man seems to suddenly regain control of himself upon catching sight of him. He straightens and stands taller, pulling at the hem of his t-shirt and licking his lips.

Justin does,, not follow the movement. Nope.

The other man clears his throat. “That wasn’t very chill of me.”

Justin laughs and the other man smiles softly in response.

“That’s ok,” Justin says. And then, because this man is really beautiful and Justin has never passed up an opportunity to flirt with beautiful people, he says “I was just thinking about how walking around here is like dancing, and then you waltzed into my arms for one heck of a grand finale.”

That gets a surprised laugh and a hint of a blush creeping on his cheeks, Justin can tell.

God, this man is beautiful.

“I’m Justin,” he says, extending his hand forward.

“Derek,” the other man - Derek - says.

When their palms meet Justin has to will himself not to stare at the way they fit in each other so well, or how they look clasped like that, or how long Derek’s fingers are.

“So uh,” Derek says, pulling his hand away but letting his fingers trail along Justin’s just slightly. “You pick up dance partners on 6th Av often?”

“Shit, is that the street this is? I thought I was on Broadway?”

He has to look around for a second, because if he got lost he has no idea how he’s gonna get back to the hotel and he cant handle being lost right now.

But Derek’s easy laugh flows over him, as does his gentle touch on his shoulder to draw Justin’s attention back to him.

“Yeah, Broadway’s right here. It just intersects here, see.” He’s pointing out all the street signs around them. “You probably just walked one block this way without realizing.”

“God, I’m such a tourist.”

Derek laughs again, and Justin loves how it sounds. “That’s alright, so’s everyone else.”

“You’re not from here either?”

“Oh no, I was born and raised on the Upper East Side. But everyone’s a tourist in this city bro, even the locals. Tourism is a state of mind.”

Justin lets that hover in the air for a moment. He watches Derek’s face and the way he seems so much more collected now, so much more in control and - chill.

“I’d love to have a five hour conversation with you about that one sentence.”

“No shit?”

“No shit.” Justin revels in the curious look adorning Derek’s face and asks “Where can we get coffee and talk into the sunset?”

Derek smirks and Justin can feel in his bones that he is not going to make the flight home tonight.

But that’s ok, maybe he won’t go home. Maybe he’ll stay in this city, take that position at the hospital, and maybe… maybe he’ll have Derek show him around in the meantime.

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Friday - October 6th, 2017 is World Cerebral Palsy Day

Cerebral Palsy is caused by lack of oxygen to the brain (mainly at birth, but can happen later in life). 

No two cases of Cerebral Palsy are alike. Some can walk, others use wheelchairs. Some have a speech impediment, others do not. 

The most important thing to understand is that most of those with CP can do the same things as those who are able-bodied. 

On Friday, I’m wearing green, but not just for me. 

There has been little to no research done on adults with CP. My own doctor has said that I, along with others, are basically guinea pigs because no one knows what health issues we will face as we get older.

I’ve had a few health issues recently and don’t really know if they are tied into my disability. 

Please help spread awareness by wearing something green on Friday (an article of clothing or green ribbon). 

Also, please reblog. 

Thank you!

I may have smacked the geode too hard but I’m thrilled with it and my spiritual plant kit from Fae in the Forest . My result was calendula, which is ironically a flower I’ve offered to my deities on more than one occasion. The whole kit makes it very personal and exciting and it feels so nice to support other witches ! please check out @thewitchofthenorse and her shop, she is a literal peach 💛

RedBubble store Updated

Hello guys, recently I’ve added some of my pics from this year available for purchase on my RedBubble store.

They included Daiya no Ace, Pokémon and Jojo. I’ll keep adding more content as time passes by.

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Goodbye Kisses

Pt. 1 || Pt. 2 || Pt. 3 || Pt. 3.5 || Pt. 4 || Pt. 5 || Pt. 6 || Pt. 7 (final)

Jin x Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: He was scared…he was scared of losing you over one stupid kiss

Word Count: 2958

Warning: cursing

Originally posted by seokjohn

The sunlight along the horizon was wearing thin marking the beginning of dusk. It wasn’t that late into the night, but you had insisted for the boys to go home and get some needed rest. They did have promotions starting tomorrow, and you didn’t want them to be all tired out staying late at your house warming party. 

“Wah, noona. Thanks for having us.” Namjoon smiled, his dimples revealing themselves on his cheeks.

You pat his back as he and the other boys stand at your door ready to leave, “It’s no problem, Joon. You guys are welcome over any time now that I got a bigger place.”

“I mean, I guess Jin-hyung is free to come over whenever he likes am I right?” Hoseok joked, poking Jin teasingly, “Hmm, I wonder if we should leave without Jin-hyung. Let the two love birds break in the apartment, what do ya think?”

Jin and you stand there, awkward with heat rushing to both your faces. Jungkook could sense the discomfort Hoseok’s joke was causing you,

“C’mon, hyung. Quit joking around.”

Hoseok looked at Jungkook with his trademark ‘nope’ face, “What? I was just kidding.” 

“Anyways, I think we’ve overstayed our welcome. Plus we got a busy day ahead of us tomorrow.” Yoongi butt in. Namjoon agreed with him and began to shoo the other members out of the house. Jin was the last to file out of your newly bought apartment, but before he could step out the door you pull his arm,

“Wait, Jinnie. I think you forgot something.” Jin was wide-eyed with confusion. He looked around and in his bag, but he was still confused,

“I think I have everything, jagi-ah.” 

“Oh really?” You smile and stand on your toes leaning so that your lips could collide with his. However, Jin, in a small panic, takes a step back just as you were about to kiss him. You blinked rapidly, obviously consumed with disappointed at his reluctance to give you a goodbye kiss. 

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