oliver is so good at pretending this is all new thoughts to him and he hasn't been spinning them around in his brain for 5 years "you know i think that's a really wise way of looking at it" "the introduction of eddie is buck turning around in slow motion" "if we go back over the years there's all these moments" okay you've just been WAAAITING TO SAy this
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as a Harbinger, Childe has a lot of physical strength, especially since he���s so dedicated to refining his fighting abilities. for this reason, tight hugs are very common, particularly ones where you run and leap into his arms after he returns from a long trip- those hugs are his absolute favorite, since he can scoop you up and twirl you around, laughing in delight.
little does Childe know, Foul Legacy is always watching from inside his mind, and his Abyssal half dearly wants to hold you the same way the Eleventh Harbinger does- Legacy adores you just as much as Childe, yet he barely ever gets to see you due to Childe’s fear of him accidentally hurting you.
but he wants to hug you, just once, so so badly, and the next time you jump into Childe’s arms, Foul Legacy impulsively takes control of their shared body. he immediately starts purring, unable to help himself, and you realize that Childe seems a lot bigger and more armored than usual.
you glance up, and Foul Legacy’s purrs fade into silence as he stares at you, doubt beginning to creep in, thinking that he did something wrong.
then you beam and snuggle your face into Foul Legacy’s lavender fluff, and he in turn trills in delight and spins around in the air with you in his arms, claws gently patting your head. and Childe, stored away in their shared mind, lets out a sigh of relief, a fond smile spreading across his face as he watches you love his Abyssal side as much as you love him.
(by the way my inbox is almost out of brainrot so feel free to send some in comrades <33)
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Mechanitor²...?
Imagine calling for help from that hermit guy who lives in the desert and scratches "don't talk to me" into every surface he owns if he hasn't had his coffee that day. Chief Natoxsa is kinda stupid ngl
The man does nothing but study. What a nerd <3
Ms Clarabelle, meet your new roommate. It's called Kitschy Flamingo because that's what it looks like. Be nice to each other!
Nothing like enjoying solitude on your porch with a hot cup of coffee. Life is good...
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When I was a young excited physics student I went down to my advisor and asked for a job in a lab. Those of you who are in the sciences may recognize this as exceedingly common, most schools with science departments will hire undergrads for their labs both to give the undergrads experience and to have someone comparatively cheap to do the least skilled labor in those labs.
For me, the lab I was sent to was one doing cool photonics projects and I was assigned to a guy who was doing the theoretical modeling for them and I got put on a side project for them to develop a method to double check their results using Monte Carlo simulations.
Put bluntly, I toiled away in the little cubicle they had me in for about half a year before I transferred to a different school without ever having produced anything of any particular value other than a Monte Carlo simulation whose temperature readings were not taking into account the existence of a heat sink and therefore got overwhelmed by thermal photons in a completely inaccurate and unhelpful way.
Ultimately, many tasks, farmed out like this in a speculative way to undergrads, fail, certainly it's not exceptional that mine did and I learned a lot about the process in the process, so it wasn't wasted time for me, but it produced absolutely nothing the lab could use to further its results.
This is where it turns from a little anecdote about my work history into a morality tale, because what I have thus far deliberately failed to tell you is that the lab I was assigned to is a provider of radar services to the US Military. Had I produced anything of any value whatsoever the work I did would have been used by the US military to help with its capacity to deliver bombs. This is, unfortunately, as those of you who are in the sciences may recognize, also exceedingly common. Luckily, and through no foresight or moral thinking of my own, simply the inexperience of youth, I produced nothing of value but view the path they tried to set me down as a grim warning of what might have been.
I'm not asking for forgiveness, the harm I might have done was not done by me, although I'm also sure was done without my help. They didn't need it to be me they just needed someone with basic calculus knowledge who wouldn't think too hard about the connection between the work and the world, and they were happy enough that particular warm body was me.
So this is my plea, if you're young and getting involved in the sciences because you're passionate about knowledge and understanding our place in the universe. When you go to get that job in that lab that's such a good stepping stone to the next thing you want to do, take a second and look into where that lab's funding is coming from. If it turns out it's the military, maybe then take another second and really deeply consider what kind of thing your work can be used to do and if you would like some of the most bloodthirsty people on the planet to be able to do that thing because of your help.
I got lucky that I didn't help, but I'm hoping that with this warning you might be able to not help on purpose which is a greater moral good than what I managed.
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