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lettalady · 3 months

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20 Questions for Writers

Felt a little like rambling through some answers about writing and AO3. Feel free to play if you're up for it!

How many works do you have on AO3?

200 at the moment, though of those there are a few that are prompt challenge works because they were hardly enough to be considered a full story on their own.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

985,325 words and counting, which makes me want to pull the word counts from the various WIPs that haven't made it to AO3 yet but ♫ patience is a virtue ♫ (that I'm clearly struggling with at the moment).

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I've written for the Hiddleston, Evans, Brühl, Mikkelsen fandoms - and have a few WIPs that haven't made it to the point of being posted yet but are in development. (And always am open to prompts though I haven't posted anything about the word prompt challenge in awhile... hmm)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

You've Only Just Arrived (actor!TWH) Unsettled (actor!TWH au) The Long Journey Home (TFATWS Baron Zemo/Sokovian reader/Bucky Barnes) A Turn of the Knife (Ransom Drysdale/ Knives Out prequel) Close Quarters (actor!TWH)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes. Nearly always and likely far too soon after they're posted. Comments are fantastic for learning what pieces of the work really resonated, or what needs to be amended going forward because it didn't land the way that was intended.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Where we've left off in Unsettled probably allows that story to claim the title (which arguably that story wins angstiest anyway), but standing alone I'd say there's a fair few oneshots that could qualify. If you consider snippets of What If, there's one from the LJH world that would win hands down, but I don't consider those snippets as full fics...

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Completed works - probably Lakeside or The Journalist (proper). Where we've left off in You've Only Just Arrived is setting us up for the happy ending that will inevitably occur.

8. Do you get hate on your fic?

I've had a couple comments that stemmed more from misunderstanding than seemed grounded in hate. It was easily clarified and the issue remedied (at least for the first thing that springs to mind).

9. Do you write smut?

Yup.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Haven't had the opportunity yet, but never say never.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes. Quite a shitty feeling when your work is posted without your consent. Please don't do that.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not to my knowledge.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

The Heart of a Villain (jaguar-villain!TWH)

14. What‘s your all-time favorite ship?

I very much enjoy creating [insert character here]/ reader (or original character) ships within various fandoms. My current favorite ship I'm working on isn't even posted yet, but head over heels for villain!Brühl. In terms of a ship I'll always love, though I haven't written for it, is Evelyn & Rick O'Connell from The Mummy (1999)/ The Mummy franchise.

15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Never say never. I've had a few peter out from my attention being drawn elsewhere, but fully intend on going back and finishing out what I started.

16. What’re your writing strengths?

I'd estimate that when the dialogue flows it flows really well? When I reread that's what I tend to enjoy the most, along with the emotional connection to the characters. Then again, having lived in those worlds in order to write them... biased opinion. So very biased.

17. What’s your writing weaknesses?

It varies fic to fic honestly. Sometimes the scene doesn't want to be described and it's like pulling teeth to get anything in there. I'd classify the umpteen ongoing WIPs as a weakness as well. The urge to chase the other characters, the other story, and let the ones active/in progress languish... it's something I'd like to improve on, at least.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I've used it as a storytelling element in a few works at this point. I tend towards including the translation in { brackets } for clarification - so long as the characters know the language they're speaking or overhearing. (And please please if you spot anything that's not correct I'm always open to amending the errors!)

19. First fandom you wrote for?

First ever isn't posted here, or to AO3 either. I doubt I'll ever pull the docs and notebooks together to transcribe the Backstreet Boys works - but I suppose never say never holds in that situation too. First that is here and AO3, after I gave myself permission to start writing again, is You've Only Just Arrived.

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

Too difficult a question. There's too much of me in the words, in the characters. I love each of them for varying reasons.

#20 questions for writers #writers questions #wherein the writer rambles

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draftmare · 2 years

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Sydney is back on her meds “full time” and the super high dose of 30 mLs to boot. Vet wants me to do 5 days straight (started yesterday), and then every other day for a week before we re-asses. This is to treat both the bumps from the cancer, and to see if we can have a break through with this cough she has been fighting all summer after it didn’t respond to a super high dose of Zyrtec. We tried to start the high dose earlier in the week, and then Sydney gave us all a scare on Wednesday coming in and standing all wonky. Sometimes she just stands wonky, that’s part of her having PSSM, and is especially not unusual this time of year when the temps are getting chilly at night and warm during the day. However, her wonky stance is usually parking out like a TWH, and this time around she was rocked back like a horse with navicular…or founder…and you know what the side effect of a high dosage of dex is? Thankfully there was no heat, no pulse, and she was sound, but the vet decided that we would skip her dex dose that day. Which means we had to start all over with the 5 days as of yesterday.

Why do the best, most sweetest horses have all the issues? It’s just not fair.

#appaloosa #belgian draft horse #draft cross #horsblr #horse blogging #equestrian blogging #equestrian

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chaifootsteps · 3 years

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Grug, when he chose to run away and hide: I watched everyone else die and this is the way I will keep my family from also dying horribly. TWH Hiccup: Well we won and no one died so bye Toothless! I have to stop being selfish. Or something.

THW has only the flimsiest notion of characters doing things as a response to other things that happen to them. I think there’s like...one moment, maybe two or three, where something happens and the characters respond in a reasonable, logical way.

“Too many dragons? Bring in more dragons. Hunter sneaks in and burns down house? Leave home of seven generations and don’t use any of those thousand plus dragons to defend self. Win big battle easily and no one gets hurt? Send dragons away forever.”

It’s not even a rough draft, it’s scribbles in the margins of the rough draft.

#Anonymous #httyd #actual blog post

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winterfrostlovetriangle · 4 years

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Hayyy❤❤I have a request but if you don't want to write it it's really okay I know things are crazy right now but mabye the a fic were Tom is away for filming and the reader sends him a video of his daughter saying "dada" I just can't get it out of my head, love you and your writing ❤💞💞

Hi! Thank you so much for the ask! I thought it was adorable! I will admit I read your request wrong and realized it after the fic had been written. Also, I gave the daughter a name. I hope you still like it.

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A Light in the Dark

Finally, after 14 hours of filming, Tom found himself back in his rented apartment. He was in Los Angeles filming for his new movie, and the workdays were grueling. However, Tom adored his profession, even when it took him away from his family for long periods of time.

The mere thought of you brought a smile to his tired face as he lazily kicked off his shoes by the front door. You were the most amazing wife, never complaining too much when he was away for months at a time. You both knew what you were getting into when you got married. You were always supportive and he considered you a saint for putting up with his way of life. Tom knew you didn’t like it when he was gone for too long, but he also knew that you would never want him to give up what he’s worked so hard for.

Checking his watch, Tom realized he had just enough time to make a cup of tea. Once settled on the couch, he set up his laptop for Skype, he’d been looking forward to this all day. He sipped his tea and waited for your icon to pop up. Your smiling face finally lit up the screen, and he immediately returned it with one of his own.

“Hello, darling. I miss you.”

You studied Tom for a minute before responding. “Hello, love. I miss you too. How are you? Eating well? Sleeping at all?

Your rambling earned a small chuckle from your husband. “I’m alright. Just tired.” He cut you off before you could continue. “How are things?”

You caught Tom up on all the news from home and he shared a few stories from filming. He tried his best to keep from yawning, but finally, he couldn’t help but let out a large one. Smiling sympathetically, you blew him a kiss. Tom caught it and put it to his lips. You stared at each other for a moment, your eyes suddenly brightened.

“Oh, stay right there,” you told him, hurrying away. You came back on camera carrying your six-month-old daughter.

Tom’s smile widened when you sat down.

“We learned a new word today. Alright, baby girl. Who is that?” You bounced her a little bit and pointed to the computer.

Rosie smiled and gurgled, but didn’t say anything. Tom laughed and waved.

“Hello, princess.”

You huffed slightly, “She’s been saying it all day. Come on, monkey. Let’s try it again.” You pointed at the screen again. “Who’s that?”Tom made a funny face causing your daughter to giggle. “It’s okay, darling. I-”

“Dada!”

Your husband looked shocked, and you could tell he was trying not to cry.

“What’d she say?” He looked at Rosie. “Who am I, love?”

The little girl laughed again and clapped her hands. “Dada.”

You cheered and clapped her hands. “Yay, that’s my girl.”

Tom grinned from ear to ear and wiped his eyes. You picked up your phone and typed something in. Tom’s phone dinged a minute later. He looked down and then back at you curiously.

“Check it later,” you told him. “Alright, my darling husband. Go get some sleep. We’ll see you soon.” You picked up Rosie’s hand and waved to Tom. “Say bye, Daddy.”

“Bye, baby. I’ll see you later.” He waves at her and blows a kiss to you. Good night, darling. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

Later that night, you got a text from Tom, thanking you for your video of Rosie saying “Dada” multiple times, with a big toothless smile on her face, You responded back with a heart. Tom watched the video over and over again until he fell asleep with a smile on his face. He couldn’t wait to get back home to his family.

Thank you to my beta @fortheloveoflamp

#tomhiddleston #fluff #tomhiddlestonxreader #tomhiddlestonxdaughter #twh #request

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madmaudlingoes · 4 years

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The Wild Hunt is doing an informal, non-statistical survey about American Pagans and voting. They’re not asking for any identifying personal information or which candidate you’re voting for. Witches and pagans might be interested in responding!

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yespolkadotkitty · 4 years

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I am not too proud to participate in the 1000 Celebration! Here is my request: Pairing with Himself, TWH, of course, and here is my opening sentence: “She still felt self conscious about her height (of lack thereof) in comparison to Tom—she couldn’t see how being a full foot shorter than he was an attractive feature to a man who literally and figuratively stood head and shoulders above the crowd.” And go! I can’t wait to see what you create! Smut is lovely but not required. PS & no pressure

She still felt self conscious about her height (of lack thereof) in comparison to Tom—she couldn’t see how being a full foot shorter than he was an attractive feature to a man who literally and figuratively stood head and shoulders above the crowd.

Whenever she brought it up, Tom chuckled. “Have you never heard that the best things come in small packages?”

And she would grumble that he only said that because he’d never experienced being called names like “half-pint.” And then he responded by cataloging every thing he loved about her, including her petite stature. Sometimes he accompanied this by removing her clothes at the same time, whispering poetry across the landscape of her skin, his breath gentle, his words urgent. And often when she curled into his long, lean body, when he gathered her close and held her, and her head fit so perfectly into the curve of his shoulder, she felt that being short was perhaps not so bad after all.

#1000 follower celebration #tumblr asks

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fandomwtightsunderneath · 6 years

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Ragnarok 4D | TWH

Summary: During James Corden’s 4D debut of Thor: Ragnarok, Tom doesn’t realize that his girlfriend is in the audience.

A/N: If you guys haven’t seen James Corden’s Thor: Ragnarok 4D, PLEASE GO CHECK IT OUT. It is TOOOOOOOOOO funny. There are SOME Ragnarok spoilers, please be aware.

Word Count: 1766

[Y/N] couldn’t contain her excitement. She had kissed Tom goodbye earlier that night, telling him that she was going to go out for girl’s night. She knew that he had been exhausted from the Press Tour for Ragnarok and that if she had asked he would have accompanied her, but he had one more interview scheduled for that evening.

What she didn’t tell him was that she was sneaking out with her best friend to an early screening of Thor: Ragnarok. Not that she didn’t want to tell him what she was doing, but more so so she could fangirl over her favorite Tom character, Loki.

When she finally met up with her best friend, they couldn’t help but notice more security at the theater than usual. They were checking everyone’s IDs, they were checking everyone’s bag, they were insisting that everyone’s phones where turned off and put away.

[Y/N] scoffed at the idea of having her phone out during a movie. “Why would anyone have their phone out during a movie?”

“I know right?! Having your phone out during a movie just plain rude.” Her friend, [Y/B/F], agreed.

Pausing only for a moment to hand over the tickets to the ticket checker, “plus… pirating is stealing!” [Y/N] continued.

“Spoken like a true actor! You already know what some of the movie secrets are.” [Y/B/F] nudged her slightly. It was true, [Y/N] did already know some of Marvel’s secrets, considering the fact that she had been casted to play a part in the next Thor movie. (A/N: NOT IW COMPLIANT)

“I think pirating are less about the plot and more about the hot pieces of ass that cover the screen! It’s not like everyone gets to go home to the real thing, [Y/N].” [Y/B/F] teased.

Finally walking through the theater to find their seats, [Y/N] couldn’t help but smile and blush. When she had been called back into the studio for a costumed audition, she hadn’t accounted for the script read to be done with Tom Hiddleston.

She was even more shocked when Tom had asked her on a date. The rest had been history, but the mere mention of Tom had [Y/N] blushing.

The two of them had been over the moon in love with each other.

The lights in the theater began to dim, signalling the beginning of the movie. (A/N: I know there are like 15 minutes of trailers, but for the story’s sake I’m omitting it - even though trailers are the best part of the movie-going experience)

Just as the studio production logos came on screen, the film roll stopped. Everyone in the theater began to murmur in concern. Suddenly James Corden’s face popped up.

“Hello everyone… this is TV’s James Corden. Now you’re probably wondering, ‘what happened to the movie I was just watching, Thor: Ragnarok?’. But what you don’t realize is that… you have purchased a ticket… to the future. Ladies and gentlemen… live on stage, it’s television’s James Corden.” Everyone began to go crazy at the mere sight of James walking up.

[Y/N]’s face broke out in confusion. “Wasn’t Tom suppose to have an interview with this guy tonight?” [Y/B/F] questioned.

“Yeah… I’m so confused right now.”

James began explaining how instead of the movie being played as usual, the audience was going to get a special viewing. Even as the crowd began to clap awkwardly, James smiled through it.

His eyes quickly scanned over the crowd, before landing on [Y/N]. She had already interviewed with the crazy brit once or twice before, during the cameo stages of her Marvel films contract. James almost beamed at her before raising his finger to his lips in a silencing manner. Nodding her head, [Y/N] understood - something was about to happen and he didn’t want her to speak out just yet.

As the crew hands began to set up the tiny makeshift stage, [Y/N] could feel her heart race in anticipation.

“Once upon a time… on the planet of Asgard lived Thor, the God of Thunder, who wielded his trusty hammer…” James read from his book.

Suddenly the audience broke out in cheers, [Y/N] and her friend whipped their heads in the direction of person joining James on stage. [Y/N] couldn’t stop the laugh that ripped through her when she saw Chris run out in a poorly made costume.

As Chris began flexing and posing with Mjolnir, a camera testimonial played on the movie screen.

“OMG. [Y/N] IT’S ACTUALLY HEMSWORTH! YOU NEED TO INTRODUCE ME!” [Y/B/F] gripped onto [Y/N]’s arm.

As the crowd calmed down a bit James continued, “Thor fought alongside his brother, Loki, the God of Mischief.” [Y/N] could have sworn she saw James throw a wink in her direction.

[Y/N] found breathing a bit more difficult. Then Tom emerged, just as poorly dressed as Chris. As “Loki” came out, Tom’s testimonial played.

[Y/N]’s face broke out in the largest smile imaginable. “OMG! [Y/N], did you know that he was going to be here tonight?”

“No! Of course not! I thought it was going to be James’ usual trolling interview! I should have known James was going to step up the trolling.” [Y/N] laughed. James caught her eye again, giving her a mocking bow.

James continued with his production of Thor: Ragnarok. Everyone in the theater ABSOLUTELY loving it.

When “Loki” whipped his hair, causing the wig to fall off, [Y/N] found herself falling out of her seat laughing.

Even through terrible costumes and wigs, simple backgrounds and props, hilarious camera testimonials, and horrendous acting, the crowd could NOT get enough of Thor: Ragnarok 4D.

After the cast took their bows, and James pushed everyone aside to take his dramatic bow, James announced that the cast was sticking around to answer some fan questions.

“That was the best thing I’ve ever seen! I can’t even right now…” [Y/N]’s friend pretended to faint in her seat.

The audience didn’t seem to mind at all that their movie experience was ruined, they reveled in the fact that they could see the actors in action.

James moved the set around so there were chairs for everyone - even though they were all still in costume. [Y/N] quickly noted that James had purposely left a chair open right next to Tom.

The audience took turns shouting out questions, before one particular question caught [Y/N]’s attention, “this questions is about the next Thor movie. I know you guys aren’t allowed to disclose too much, but what can we expect in terms of Loki? I mean he’s a changed character now!”

Tom chuckled slightly before picking up his mic, “well it’s always refreshing to hear that the fans have picked up on Loki’s growth as a character. Yeah, he’s no longer the same prince who feels like he’s entitled anymore. He’s just happy now that he’s considered his brother’s equal. As for the next movie there will be something big happening in his future.” He had answered as vaguely as he could.

“Does this have anything to do with [Y/N]’s character? We know that she’s been cameoed in a few movies already.” The same fan countered.

[Y/N] could feel her friend elbowing her.

Before Chris or Tom could answer, James jumped in, “it’s so interesting that you mention [Y/N]…” Tom’s eyes lit up a bit at the mention of his girlfriend.

“I’m so sorry Tom… We truly didn’t plan this…” James giggled. (A/N: James doesn’t chuckle, he doesn’t laugh… James Corden fucking giggles)

Tom was about to question him when the spotlight suddenly lit up where [Y/N] was sitting. Giving him a pathetic wave, the crowd cheered. [Y/B/F] began shoving [Y/N] out of her chair, and pushing her in the direction of the stage.

[Y/N] could see Tom shaking his head while smiling. Speaking into the mic as [Y/N] approached the stage, “oh no… no no no… please don’t say you just watched that performance.”

One of the crew handed [Y/N] her own mic. “I’m sorry my love….” she responded with a giggle.

“Ladies and gentlemen! [Y/N] [Y/L/N]! For those of you who don’t know… [Y/N] has had a few cameos in some of the Marvel movies. AND she is Tom Hiddleston’s girlfriend!” James introduced.

Someone in the back of the room yelled out, “WE KNOW! THEY ARE OUR OTP!” Everyone broke out laughing, even the cast.

James couldn’t help himself, “if [Y/N] and Tom are the OTP, then believe me when I say it… Chris and Mark were their biggest shippers.” The pair of them couldn’t help but nod their heads in agreement.

“Hi everyone!” [Y/N] waved as she took her seat next to Tom.

“That’s why you left an open chair next to me!” Tom exclaimed looking at James.

“If it’s any consolation, mate. I didn’t know she was going to be in the audience. I only found out right after I walked out in stage.” The audience laughed at the tv host.

“You told me, you were going out with your friends!” Tom said taking her hand into his. (Insert crowd ‘awwwwwww’ing)

[Y/N] pointed out [Y/B/F] who waved at Tom, “I was going out… I wanted to watch Ragnarok. You know how Loki is my favorite.” (Insert another ‘awwww’)

Chris spoke up, “Loki’s your favorite [Y/N]? You wound me!”

Mark couldn’t help but chime in, “yeah…. Loki? What about the STRONGEST Avenger?” (A/N: LOL… Ragnarok killed me with that)

[Y/N] peered at the pair of them, “nope. Sorry boys. I love a man who has amazing wig work.” She couldn’t help but laugh again at Tom’s faulty wig.

Tom brought your hand up to his lips, gracing your knuckles with a soft kiss. The crowd began to roar in excitement.

When the crowd calmed back down the same fan spoke up, “so… [Y/N]’s character?”

[Y/N] smiled apologetically, “yes… sorry. Got so caught up in this whirlwind of a performance.” she jabbed lightly at James.

“My character meant to play a larger part in Loki’s development. Sigyn is going to remind him to stay grounded.” [Y/N] replied, remembering the face of professionalism.

“Sigyn? As in Loki’s wife, Sigyn?” Someone in the oppose corner shouted.

Tom was quick to respond, “we can not confirm nor deny that.”

But before they could react Tom slipped into Loki. He stood - whipping his hair and pulled [Y/N] to him, “but I will say this, mortals. A Prince could never become King without a Queen at his side.”

The crowd broke into a frenzy while Tom and [Y/N] shared a knowing look.

#tom #tom hiddleston #tom william hiddleston #thomas william hiddleston #tom x reader #tom hiddleston x reader #thor ragnarok #james corden #james corden is the ultimate troll #fanfic #fanfiction #celeb fanfiction #celebrity fanfiction #celebrity fanfic #mine #littleblackbook2794fandom

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sequinsmile-x · 2 years

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From Now On

She was used to change, and this time she found herself welcoming it.

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Just some Thursday night, relatively pointless, fluff for you all.

Just a PSA: I'm planning on updating my multi-chapters (TWH and I Know the End) over the next week. Apologies for the delay - just haven't had the brain power for multi-chapter!! -x-

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: Pregnancy

Read over on Ao3 in my collection of one-shots and mini-fics, or below the cut

Emily’s whole life had been rife with change, with fresh starts and new beginnings, from the very start. New houses. New towns. New countries. New people. Change was the only constant she’d had, her only friend. The familiar face she could rely on when things were difficult, the knowledge that nothing lasted forever a reassurance she knew most people found troubling.

Joining the BAU was the first true constant she’d had in years. A family she had found in the most unlikely of places, the people she worked with became the most important people to her. So important she threw it all away to save them, leaving the life she had treasured behind in the ashes of what she had allowed herself to hope would be forever.

When she was in Paris, it was the only time in her life when everything stood still. Endless days with no real structure beyond her hospital appointments, her recovery from injuries that absolutely should have killed her. She longed for change, for things to return to how they were, although she knew it wasn’t possible.

When she returned home things were different, and for the first time in her life, she feared change. She tried to fit herself back into the boxes she had thrived in before Doyle had torn through her life for the second time. She tried to be the friend she always had been, giving almost too much of herself to remind herself, and others, that she was still there. That she was the same.

Aaron was the only person who had called her out on it, his offer to help her, to be there for her, was what she now knew to be the start of something else entirely. Another change she hadn’t seen coming, but now couldn’t imagine living without.

“Are you ok, sweetheart?”

She looks up at her husband, and exchanges a small smile with him as her eyes meet his. All of his focus was on her, the rest of the team around the dinner table talking among themselves, Dave’s famous pasta nights now a regular feature in all of their lives.

“I’m ok,” She says, putting her hand on Aaron’s leg and squeezing it gently, “I’m just tired I think.”

“Are you sure?” He asks, making her roll her eyes lovingly as he looks her up and down, his hand falling to her rounded stomach, “Are you having contractions again?”

She narrows her eyes at him, her lip curling upwards in a smile despite herself. She still couldn’t believe this was her life. A doting husband who loved her just as much as she loved him. A little boy she loved as if he was her own. A baby girl growing beneath her skin, only a matter of weeks away from joining them. Another shift in her life, in their life, just around the corner.

“Aaron, it’s going to be a long couple of weeks if you ask me that every time I’m quiet.”

He opens his mouth to respond, his usual defence of just being worried about her on the tip of his tongue when he is interrupted.

“Are you ok, Emily?”

She looks up at JJ to see the concern on her friend's face, sighing as her question draws the attention of everyone else at the table towards her.

“I’m fine,” she replies, reaching for her drink, seriously wishing the glass of juice was wine.

“Women your age are 14% more likely to go into early labour than women in their 30s,” Spencer says, “and 31% more likely to require medical intervention.” Emily glares at him, aware of the way Derek must kick the younger man under the table from how Spencer jumps slightly. “I was just saying that women-”

“Say ‘women your age’ one more time Spence and find out what happens,” she threatens, and he shrinks back into his seat, his brain seeming to finally catch up with his brain. She sighs and feels Aaron’s hand on her shoulder, his presence as reassuring as always, “I’m fine, I promise. I’m just 38 weeks pregnant and tired. It’s perfectly normal for a woman my age.”

It breaks whatever tension had built up at the table, Penelope and JJ snickering into their drinks as Spencer mumbled an apology under his breath. Emily joins in on the laughter as Aaron leans in to kiss her temple, a quiet sorry against her skin for drawing attention to her in the first place.

“I’m so excited to meet her,” Penelope says, setting her wine glass down on the table, “she’s going to be the cutest baby ever.”

“Hey,” JJ says, mock annoyance in her tone as she raises an eyebrow at her friend, receiving a sheepish shrug of the shoulders in return.

“I’m excited too,” Emily replies, shifting in her seat, wincing slightly as she tries to get comfortable, “mostly I’m just excited for there no longer being feet in my ribcage,” she says, rubbing at her bump, smiling at JJ when she shares a sympathetic smile with her, “she definitely has Aaron’s giant feet.”

Aaron doesn’t reply to that, simply squeezing her shoulder a little tighter in a way that made her smile up at him.

“I remember thinking the same thing about Henry,” JJ muses, a soft smile on her face, “I was genuinely surprised at how small he was when he was born.”

“Let's hope this one doesn’t get himself into trouble and send you into labour too, Princess,” Derek says, elbowing Spencer in the side who frowns at the other man.

“Yes, I think we’re all hoping that,” Emily replies, smiling at Spencer from across the table, her previous annoyance at him forgotten. “I’m just taking it as a win that I’ve made it to my maternity leave without going into labour at work, I don’t think the carpet in Pen’s office would have taken it happening twice.”

“You’ll have to let us know when it starts, so we can come to visit you in the hospital,” Penelope says, her enthusiasm flowing off of her in eaves, “I call dibs on first baby cuddles,” she looks at Aaron and Emily and sees the expression on their faces, clearing her throat as she corrects herself, “After her parents, obviously.”

Emily looks up at her husband, and their eyes meet. It was a conversation she’d been putting off for weeks, subtly changing the subject anytime Penelope, or any of the others, commented about seeing the baby the second she was born. A precedent JJ had accidentally set years ago.

It wasn’t what Emily wanted. She and Aaron had discussed it. They were both private people and had been careful to keep a certain amount of their life together private from the team. The first year of their relationship was a secret from them in its entirety until an accident on the way home from a date left them in the ER, Dave still named as Aaron’s emergency contact.

Her life was about to change for the better, and she didn’t want an audience for it as she’d had then. A concussion made worse by endless, and slightly furious, questions from the team. She wanted it to be just her, Aaron and a visit from Jack once the baby was born.

“Actually,” she says, smiling tightly at Aaron when he nods ever so slightly, just enough for her to see it, “We won’t be having any visitors at the hospital.”

It takes a second, a beat of silence as her words sink in.

“What?”

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Emily groans as the doorbell rings, her head falling back against the couch.

“Aaron,” she calls through the house, knowing he was only in the kitchen, “Can you get that? I only just sat down.”

Comfort was very much a thing of the past for her these days, and anytime she found even the tiniest amount of it she would only move when she absolutely had to.

“Of course, sweetheart,” he replies, already moving towards the front door.

Emily winces as her lower back twinges, and she places her hand on her belly, rubbing it as she feels her daughter shift beneath her skin.

“You’d better be cute, sweet girl,” she mutters, smiling as she feels a kick against her hand.

“Em?”

She looks up, surprised to see Penelope standing right next to her husband, an uncharacteristic nervous smile on her face.

“Pen, hi,” she says flashing a quick smile at her friend, “what are you doing here?”

Things had ended awkwardly the night before to say the least. Penelope had barely covered her upset at Emily’s admission that they weren’t planning on having anyone meeting the baby until they were home and settled. The technical analyst had eventually relented, although it was clear she was still disappointed,

“I wanted to apologise,” Penelope says, approaching the couch and joining Emily, “for last night.”

Emily looks past her friend to her husband. They have a silent, and brief, conversation and he leaves them to it, walking off to continue preparing Emily's lunch.

“It’s ok, Pen, really there was no need to come all the way here.”

“No, it’s ok, I was…being unreasonable,” she straightens her glasses and clears her throat, “I shouldn’t have tried to insert myself into the situation,” Emily narrows her eyes slightly at her friend, the words coming out of her mouth sounding suspiciously like a certain former media liaison. Penelope looks sheepish as their eyes meet, “JJ called me this morning.”

Emily laughs, grateful that the sound covers another wince as her back twinges again, the pain more noticeable this time.

“She read you the riot act, huh?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” Penelope replies, her smile widening, “she can be scary when she wants to be.” She becomes serious again. “I am sorry, Em. This is a moment for you and Hotch, you’re a family, and I can wait a couple of days to meet my adorable niece.”

Emily smiles, “Thanks, Pen. Do you want to stay for lunch? Aaron will make whatever I ask him to, it’s one of the perks of being the most pregnant person to ever exist.”

Penelope beams at that, nodding enthusiastically. Her joy at getting this tiny insight into their lives together clear. They eat together, Jack joining them and excitedly talking to Penelope about all his plans for what he was going to do once he was a big brother. As she leaves, Emily gives her friend a big hug before Aaron shows her out.

Emily lowers herself back onto the couch, her hand against her belly as she sucks in a deep breath. She squeezes her eyes shut as her whole lower body feels like it tightens.

“I was thinking, we could…” Aaron says as he walks back into the room, his sentence trialling off as he looks at her, “Em, sweetheart are you ok?”

She nods, “You need to call Jessica, ask her to come to get Jack.”

“What?” He asks, sounding confused as he joins her on the couch, “What are you talking about?”

She scoffs, opening her eyes to look at him. “You’ve been asking me several times a day if I’m in labour for weeks, and the moment I am you don’t realise it.”

“What?” He repeats, standing up so quickly she’s surprised he doesn’t fall back down again. “You’re in labour?”

She nods, her teeth clenched together, “Yes, I am.”

“For how long?”

She smiles at him, a vain attempt to placate him. “Since Pen arrived I think?” He frowns at her, the wrinkle between his eyebrows that she loved making its presence known, and she immediately starts to defend herself. “I didn’t realise what it was at first, but I’ve been having contractions every ten minutes, and they are getting closer.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” He asks, his hands on his hips as he looks down at her. She can practically see his mind ticking over, his mental checklist he’d had prepared for months ready to go.

“Because she would have wanted to come with us.” She grits out through her teeth, feeling discomfort building in her abdomen again. “Aaron.”

“Yes, Jessica. Jack. I’m going.”

He’s out of the room in a flash, moving faster than she thought was possible as he calls his son’s name up the stairs.

Emily shakes her head at his retreating form, rubbing circles on her stomach as she looks down at it.

“Let’s get this show on the road, little one.”

Their daughter, Alba Hotchner, is born 12 hours later. As Emily holds her for the first time, her fresh start placed against her chest, she has never been so excited for a new beginning.

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My least favourite TV trope is everyone crowding around a bed when someone has just given birth, hence this little fic!!

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lettalady · 4 years

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November Notes & Nothings - leather

[ I figure I’ve spiraled out of simply posting TWH things for these drabbles (and gotten thrown head first into a marvel moment) so why not play with something from the latest installment of WISH? ]

Frustrated doesn’t even begin to cover it.

They had how many years and a patient teacher. You’re stuck with a crash course in control from the pair of them, and have just about had it with their endless bickering - and the kids gloves they refuse to remove. The most you can say for either of them is that they don’t let you wallow in a failed attempt at what they’ve taught you for long.

It’s when Loki repeatedly stops you from following a particular thread, which is the best way you’ve got to describe the feeling of the magic you’re pulling from him, by overloading you, that you snap. It’s not even that it temporarily makes your nerves scream, or that you sometimes stumble. It’s that he gets this look on his face, every time. Like he’s laughing.

“Stop -“ you’re nearly shaking as you jab your pointer and middle fingers into his chest, stabbing at him with those darkened fingertips of yours, “using me. For your. Entertainment!”

Loki tips his head, unblinking in response to your anger, “Careful, my agent.”

Careful. Careful!? You grind your teeth, remembering all too well what typically happens when he adopts such a manner. It makes you pause, your jaw clamped shut, but only for a fraction of a moment. That self-satisfied smirk ghosting across his lips makes you snarl right back at him in return, “Fuck careful. And fuck this.”

You barely glance at Thor as you turn, disgusted with the pair of them. They can keep right on bickering. You need air.

Aiming for the doorway to the room and whatever lay beyond, you continue ranting, mostly because for the life of you you can’t figure out how to stop, “Fuck all of it. I--”

Loki’s leather clad arm stalls your forward progress, snaking around your midsection, causing your upper body to lurch with the sudden block. His other arm slides into place and you feel yourself being hauled off your feet, your attempt to walk away from him forcibly stalled. He takes a few exaggerated steps, rocking the pair of you as he drags you away from the hallway, away from the doorway, away from Thor. Where he’s headed, or if he’s just attempting to corner you again to trap you in preparation for further argument, you hardly care.

Fuck arguing. Fuck being manipulated. You writhe against him, trying to find purchase again, trying to find your way free of the steel bands wrapped around your waist.

“Stop.” He snaps, his body jerking in conjunction with the word.

You don’t listen. You refuse. Enough. Enough. If you could just peel yourself away, even for a second.

Even trying to elbow him in the chest has no effect. “Fuck you!”

“Fuck me?” He takes another jarring step before setting you down, maintaining one arm firmly around you while quickly using the other snare the arm you’d just used to try to wedge yourself away from him.

No more elbows to the torso for the time being. You’re slightly out of breath for trying to struggle for your freedom. He’s also breathing hard, but you suspect not for the same reasons. Once again he’s enjoying this. He’s playing games, even in the face of your fury. “Let me go, damn you. Let go of me.”

You feel his body twitch as he shakes his head, though you can’t see the motion. His voice comes again, closer to your ear. “No. I’m trying to help you.”

“Help.” You snort out a hard laugh. Keeping you braced against him like this? “How is this helping?”

He he adjusts his grip to find your wrist and then dig into your palm. He wants to force you to open your fist? You try start to writhe against him anew, not that it does you any good. He shifts his stance with every motion, reclaiming every bit of space you win, keeping you locked against him.

“Look. Look!”

You shake your head, refusing his insistence. You know what your fingertips look like now. The blue-black smudges that marred your fingertips are hard to forget. And then there’s the few digits of the hand he’s trying to pry open - the darkness starting to creep down your nail bed. He’ll wind up breaking your fingers if he’s not careful.

“This does not control you.”

“Neither do you.” You fire back.

You feel him shift his jaw against yours before he lifts you off your feet again. He’s headed towards the side of the room. Good. As soon as he draws close enough you can use the wall to your advantage -- kick off it and hopefully throw him off balance enough to gain your freedom again.

Guessing your mind, Loki leans forward to force your feet down, half-dragging-half-turning you backwards to get you close enough to face the wall without having room or time to kick out. Damn him. As he continues to wrench your fist open he pulls your arm out, reaching until your knuckles hit the unforgiving surface.

He means for you to cooperate. Far from gentle, he presses hard on the back of your hand, on your bent digits, trying to get you to splay the evidence of what’s happening to you on the wall beneath his hand. “Stop. Fighting. Me.”

“No!”

Your joints ache, protesting to the pressure he’s applying, the way you’re being forced to shift your weight forward onto your hand and into the wall. “Go ahead,” you growl. You don’t want to look at your hand but he’s not leaving you much option. It’s painful enough without watching in fascination as he threatens to crush it. How far will he go? How far will the bones, the joints, allow this to go before yielding, popping, rendering your hand useless? “Do it. Push harder.”

Taunting him now is stupid, so very stupid, but you can’t help yourself.

He gives your midsection a squeeze, using his chest to jar your arm, timing it with a jerk of his hand - all of it jarring two of your fingers straight beneath his hand. “Stop it,” he hisses, “or I will.”

He will? Promises, promises. Yet another threat, another attempted manipulation. Yep, that’s the perfect way to get you to do what he wants. “Then do it, asshole.”

Loki leans against you as he responds, your hand screaming from the additional pressure that results and pulling an unintentional whimper from you, a low snarl almost bitten into your ear, “You will stop calling me that.”

A white hot pain rockets through your hand, traveling up your arm and momentarily blinding you. Bastard! He’s done it? You called his bluff one time too many and - you give your head a little sea-sick shake, finally relaxing within his grip. You swallow, blinking the tears away and force yourself to look at the damage of your stubbornness.

Your five fingers are dispersed beneath his - not broken, you realize as a tingling pain brings feeling back to your hand, but each slightly more blue than they were before. The darkness that had once simply dusted your fingertips is now up to the first knuckle on each finger.

He used a shock of raw power to do what he wanted. To get his way. Again.

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Hi, how are you doing? I'm writing a story about a kidnapping but I'm planning on having some Stockholm Syndrome involved with it. Do you have any tips on writing a character gaining Stockholm Syndrome?

I don’t know if you’re ready to hear this but: Stockholm Syndrome is not a term recognized by the APA, as in, a large portion of trained psychologists don’t see it as a real phenomenon or as a particularly valid one (American Psychological Association) ((The American Psychological Association is the largest scientific and professional organization of psychologists in the United States, with over 121,000 members, including scientists, educators, clinicians, consultants, and students. This doesn’t make it perfect but it is often an excellent source for psychological questions/issues.)) (((you know APA style, for citations and stuff? Yeah, that came from them)))

Yeah, I said that. You want to know why? Because the majority of what people think is Stockholm Syndrome is thanks to a lot of media and very little science. Let me tell you a story: an escaped convict decides to rob a bank, take a few hostages, and demand the release of a buddy. The police in Stockholm, Sweden, say nope, we’ll outwait you (and/or potentially risk the hostages’ well-being). This lasts for 6 days, and when 1 of the 4 hostages is on the phone with the Prime Minister, she quite literally says “I fully trust [convict]...I am not desperate. They haven’t done a thing to us. On the contrary, they have been very nice. But, you know, Olof, what I am scared of is that the police will attack and cause us to die.”

Yeah, she said that. She was one of three women being held hostage, with one man. They all shared accounts of their captor being kind and consoling, despite the fact that, y’know...he had caused all this.

Fast forward to the next year, as people are reporting on it and studying it, and you’ve got a (male) psychologist associating their reactions and relationship with their captor to what is commonly seen in “victims of the shock of war”. The term Stockholm Syndrome is coined, more or less in an attempt to understand why 3 women and 1 man might be more amicable towards their captor (who treated them well) than the police who endangered their lives during the entire ordeal.

“The hostages’ seemingly irrational attachment to their captors perplexed the public and the police, who even investigated whether Enmark had plotted the robbery with Olofsson. The captives were confused, too. The day following her release, Oldgren asked a psychiatrist, “Is there something wrong with me? Why don’t I hate them?”” continues the article from History.com.

SO long story short: what you think you know to be Stockholm Syndrome is almost undoubtedly inaccurate and fictional. Their reaction is most definitely not normal, but it was not also some crazy captive-love-induced phenomenon. That idea came into being later on with a couple different abduction stories I’m not going to get into.

What most psychologists do relate Stockholm Syndrome to most is the experience of POWs who begin to associate their well-being with their captors not being as bad as they could have been. It has to do with a captor threatening their life and then deciding not to hurt/kill them, which sparks an overwhelming sense of gratitude and attachment. Is it inherently romantic? For the most part, nope.

So, if you’re writing a character with elements of Stockholm Syndrome, what you want to keep in mind is this: there needs to be a real, valid threat from the captor/abductor. They have to have all the control and power in this situation. They then, for whatever reason, decide not to enact that threat. Whoever has been captured must FIRST experience gratitude, gratitude born from a survival instinct, not a romantic one. After all, it’s basically an abusive relationship that starts off obviously, glaringly wrong; “Victims live in enforced dependence and interpret rare or small acts of kindness in the midst of horrible conditions as good treatment. They often become hypervigilant to the needs and demands of their captors, making psychological links between the captors’ happiness and their own” according to Encyclopedia Britannica. And then, what really cinches it as “Stockholm Syndrome” is the negative attitude towards the “rescuers” or authorities that threaten the balance of the captive-captor experience.

I hope that helps and didn’t rock your boat too much. With this understanding of Stockholm Syndrome, you kind of have to ask--is Beauty and the Best actually an example of it? I would personally argue that Tangled, and the relationship between Rapunzel and Mother Gothel, has more accurate elements of Stockholm Syndrome, if only because of the power imbalance there that doesn’t exactly exist with Belle and the Beast. But that’s a post for another day.

-S

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teslajrblog · 4 years

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De onde vem a energia que liga sua televisão?

CAROLINA MIRANDA - DEPARTAMENTO DE RECURSOS HUMANOS

Você pode não perceber, mas tudo que está em nossa volta e até mesmo nossas ações envolvem energia elétrica. Como por exemplo; ligar a luz de casa, carregar o celular, ver televisão e muitas outras coisas. Então, imagine várias pessoas fazendo isso ao mesmo tempo, mais precisamente 200.000.000 de pessoas, que é a população do Brasil. É evidente que vai ser necessária muita energia para suprir toda essa demanda. Por isso o Brasil é um país que precisa gerar muita energia para poder funcionar, mas a pergunta é: onde essa energia elétrica é gerada?

Para responder essa pergunta, é preciso primeiro entender o que é matriz energética. Matriz energética é toda fonte que disponibiliza energia para ser transformada, distribuída e consumida em um país levando em consideração os recursos do território e a viabilidade econômica. Entretanto, matriz elétrica, está relacionada com a energética, mas não é a mesma coisa. A matriz elétrica é a formada apenas pelas fontes que estão disponíveis para a geração de energia elétrica para o país. Pode-se dizer então que a matriz elétrica é parte da matriz energética. E é justamente analisando esse segundo tipo de fonte que a pergunta inicial será respondida.

A matriz elétrica no mundo é basicamente formada por fontes de origem fóssil, como carvão, óleo e gás natural e também formada por termoelétricas. No entanto, a matriz elétrica do Brasil é uma das mais “limpas” entre os outros países, justamente por aproveitar de forma extensiva os recursos renováveis que abrigam no território brasileiro.

Segundo a Resenha Energética 2018 – Ministério de Minas e Energia (dados referentes ao ano de 2017), o Brasil gerou, em 2017, cerca de 624,3 TWh de energia elétrica. Essa energia tem como origem diversas fontes. Um dado positivo é que cerca de 80% desta energia elétrica é gerada através de fontes renováveis (hidráulica é a principal). Destrinchando melhor esses dados temos que a energia elétrica brasileira foi 65,2% hidráulica, 8,2% gerada através de biomassa e 6,9% solar e eólica, todas essas são fontes renováveis. Entre as fontes não renováveis temos 4,1% gerado através de carvão, 2,5% petróleo e derivados, 10,5% gás natural e 2,6% nuclear. Dados retirados da Empresa de Pesquisa Energética (EPE).

Aprendemos então, que a matriz elétrica que liga sua televisão e outros aparelhos, e que faz o Brasil funcionar é baseada em fontes renováveis de energia. Isso é ótimo para o Brasil, pois além de possuírem menores custos de operação, as usinas que geram energia a partir de fontes renováveis em geral emitem bem menos gases de estufa.

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brettzjacksonblog · 6 years

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New Google Ad Jokes About the Sky-High Cost of Mining Cryptocurrencies

In a recent ad about its Call Screen service, Google has revealed its feelings about Bitcoin and other cryptocurrencies, jibing at the massive electricity costs associated with mining them.

Call Screen service is a new Android feature developed by the search giant, which will help put an end to telemarketing calls. The feature, which involves Google Assistant answering a call and transcribing it for the user to help them decide whether to pick it up or not, has been explained in the ad using cryptocurrencies as a context.

Cryptocurrencies Are a Lie – Google’s Call Screen Ad

The ad explains the Call Screen feature with the help of a dialogue between two actors – Teddy and Abby. Abby tells Teddy that he’s getting a call from his electric company about his electricity bill being super high.

Teddy responds by saying that “cryptocurrency mining takes a lot of energy”. Abby then scoffs at cryptocurrencies saying that they are not “real” money, to which Teddy responds by saying that “money isn’t real.” Abby then questions Teddy: “You wanna live that lie?”

Among the various issues for which cryptocurrencies are criticised, two of the most recurring themes are the argument that cryptocurrencies are not backed by anything, and the high costs associated with cryptocurrency mining.

Jamie Dimon, CEO of JPMorgan, is one such critic, who’s said that cryptocurrency is a bubble and that it is “worse than tulips“. Jack Bogle, the legendary investor, index fund revolutionary and Vanguard founder, has argued that there is nothing to support Bitcoin except the hope that you will sell it to someone for more than you paid for it.

Bitcoin mining has also been criticised for the massive amount of energy it consumes.

According to PwC, the servers that run Bitcoin’s software require a minimum of 2.55 gigawatts, which amounts to energy consumption of 22 terawatt-hours (TWh) per year – almost as much as the energy output of Ireland. In a study conducted by economist Alex de Vries, it has been revealed that Bitcoin’s energy usage is expected to double by the end of 2018, and in the future, Bitcoin might consume as much as 5% of the world’s energy.

Given these criticisms, blockchain startups across the world are exploring energy-efficient blockchains, and cryptocurrencies backed by real-world assets such as fiat currencies and metals.

Crypto Ads – To Allow or Not to Allow

Google’s relationship with Bitcoin and other cryptocurrencies is bittersweet.

In 2017, Google’s liberal ad policy impacted the growth of cryptocurrencies positively as many crypto and blockchain startups reached out to consumers with the help of Google ads. However, in March this year, Google announced that it would be banning cryptocurrency ads.

Scott Spencer, the director of sustainable ads at Google, told CNBC at the time of the ban that:

“We don’t have a crystal ball to know where the future is going to go with cryptocurrencies, but we’ve seen enough consumer harm or potential for consumer harm that it’s an area that we want to approach with extreme caution.”

In September, Google relaxed the ad ban allowing only regulated cryptocurrency exchanges to buy ads in the U.S. and Japan. Google’s ad policy is applicable to advertisers all across the world, but they will first be required to apply for certification to serve ads in each country.

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michaelbennettcrypto · 6 years

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New Google Ad Jokes About the Sky-High Cost of Mining Cryptocurrencies

In a recent ad about its Call Screen service, Google has revealed its feelings about Bitcoin and other cryptocurrencies, jibing at the massive electricity costs associated with mining them.

Cryptocurrencies Are a Lie – Google’s Call Screen Ad

Bitcoin mining has also been criticised for the massive amount of energy it consumes.

Given these criticisms, blockchain startups across the world are exploring energy-efficient blockchains, and cryptocurrencies backed by real-world assets such as fiat currencies and metals.

Crypto Ads – To Allow or Not to Allow

Google’s relationship with Bitcoin and other cryptocurrencies is bittersweet.

Scott Spencer, the director of sustainable ads at Google, told CNBC at the time of the ban that:

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joshuajacksonlyblog · 6 years

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New Google Ad Jokes About the Sky-High Cost of Mining Cryptocurrencies

In a recent ad about its Call Screen service, Google has revealed its feelings about Bitcoin and other cryptocurrencies, jibing at the massive electricity costs associated with mining them.

Cryptocurrencies Are a Lie – Google’s Call Screen Ad

Bitcoin mining has also been criticised for the massive amount of energy it consumes.

Given these criticisms, blockchain startups across the world are exploring energy-efficient blockchains, and cryptocurrencies backed by real-world assets such as fiat currencies and metals.

Crypto Ads – To Allow or Not to Allow

Google’s relationship with Bitcoin and other cryptocurrencies is bittersweet.

Scott Spencer, the director of sustainable ads at Google, told CNBC at the time of the ban that:

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So you want to rescue a Big Lick horse

This post is so long I'm sorry I just think it's all important lol There are more than a few things to consider. Firstly, exercise your patience muscles. This game is a lot of baby steps and waiting. Training gait is a world of its own, and chances are your BL rescue is going to need a lot of gait training. Tennessee Walking Horses are supposed to do one or both of two gaits: running walk and rack. Putting stacks on horses that do a running walk gets the desired effect, but soring a horse that does a true four beat gait can ""unfortunately"" mean the lameness is noticeable. Big Lick horses have been bred to pace instead of their correct gait because it's much, much easier to hide lameness in a pacing horse who has weight on its feet to change their timing and imitate a correct gait that doesn't look lame. There's like 1000 levels of bullshit involved with Big Lick guys and I haven't even scratched the surface yet. It's so hard to be concise when explaining gait mechanics and I would have to make another separate post to really explain it well. Educate yourself on gait. There is a lot you can learn from books, YouTube videos and trainer DVDs but having someone beside you that understands the territory is invaluable. I also know that in some areas, finding a gaited trainer that's worth a shit is really hard. So there's Facebook! Join a page called Gaited Horses - Training and Behavior Advice. I believe it's the largest gaited training page on Facebook. There are lots of opinions there but one of my favorite gaited trainers, Ivy Schexnader, is an admin and actively responds to posts. If you happen upon a horse who is still wearing stacks, seek opinions from a vet and farrier before doing ANYTHING to the horse's feet. Horses that have worn stacked pads for prolonged periods of time need to be transitioned gradually to a normal shoe. Their hooves have changed due to the fixed position the stacks held them in, and the length the hooves must be left at in order for the stacks to fit. They need time to change back to normal. Every Big Lick horse I have ever met or heard of has shared one problem - they are not cool with other horses coming up quickly behind them, in the ring or on the trail. Truthfully, I don't really know why this is such a consistent problem with these guys. When I watch Big Lick classes, the horses are always very bunched up but it's interesting to me that the experience is so traumatic that it sticks around in all of the rescues I've ever seen. The reactions are different but I have witnessed this dozens of times in a gelding I know well named Bobby. He is much better now, years of training later, but still to this day will react badly to a horse coming up quickly on his ass. He has a signature blow-up. The first thing he does is come to almost a complete stop, rock back hard onto his hindquarters and rocking-horse bounce forward while flinging his front legs upwards towards his face. Like he's imitating the Big Lick gait. He does this for a second or two before he starts to rear, although he stays close to the ground. It makes perfect sense to me when I consider that his owner thinks he suffers from PTSD. It makes sense that he would stay low when rearing if he's reacting to memories of being padded - padded horses don't rear very high because then they have to come down hard on their front feet. Laying down is often the go-to protest move for Big Lick horses because when they were padded, it was the only thing they could do to 1. Alleviate the pain from standing and 2. Try to fight back without hurting themselves even more. Rearing is second, although they usually stay low like I said before. However, their feet (hopefully) don't hurt anymore, and if they figure this out, the rearing could get more dangerous. You're not very likely to find a Big Lick horse with a bucking problem because bucking puts all of their weight on their front feet. They can be very "gotta go gotta go let's go gotta go now gotta gait gotta go" from the moment you get into the saddle because that's how they were always ridden. This is a habit that can be hard to break, out of all the BL horses I know, only a few have been able to truly calm down and not instantly revert back to show horse brain when they get stressed. A lot of people think that BL horses will have a problem with the farrier, that it'll be really hard to teach them to be ok with having their feet handled, but for some horses this isn't true. On the flip, they have had their feet handled extensively just about every day and allowing their feet to be worked on has become second nature. BUT they could also have a LOT of problems having their feet handled. It's about 50/50. Be very careful when handling the horse's feet for the first time. This is an area where each horse is different and you can't be sure what you're going to get. They are often unpredictable. Personally, I feel that this is because the ones who endured the worst abuse suffer from PTSD or some other form of permanent trauma. The times I have witnessed them go from 0-100, it always seemed like something in their head clicked and now they're a different horse. Maybe I'm just too sensitive to mental health issues but to me, the seemingly unprovoked explosion often seems like a trigger moment. They seem to be prone to "random" explosions sprinkled into an otherwise well-behaved horse. They really benefit from pasture down-time, like racehorses when they come down from the track. They've likely not been given much turn-out, though, so monitor them at first to make sure they know how to behave and don't injure themselves. Since they are usually over-stalled, there are lots of cribbers. Their personalities are the best. It takes a special kind of horse to endure what these guys have and still seek attention from people. All but one of the BL horses I've met have been very personable on the ground. They actually do not tend to be spooky in or out of the arena. I've seen Bobby do a lot of shit but I don't think I've ever seen him spook. I have the most personal experience with him but I have talked to other people who have BL rescues and they are praised as trail horses because they don't spook at much. This also has a bit to do with the wonders of the TWH brain but their time in show training has made them very focused on their job when they are being ridden. They may never be sound again. They may never be sane enough to ride again. Every one of these horses experienced something different. They haven't all been beaten, but some have. Patience is KEY. Stay in contact with your vet. Do tons of your own research. Reach out for help. These horses need a savior but they need someone willing to dedicate a year or more to their recovery. They need someone ready for frustration and taking 20 steps forward and then 50 back. They need a gentle hand that knows when to forgive and when to ask for more because they're amazing horses and they can achieve so much if you know how to talk to them.

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