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[lindacasedogs]

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[shitpostingperidot]

How old is Carol Danvers???

(Inspired by a post by @blindluck which was in turn inspired by a post by me and @marvelsassbutts )

So I just found out the official Captain Marvel wiki places Carol Danvers’s birth date in 1965. At first I thought “that’s ridiculous” for reasons that will become clear through this long ass post. But then I saw they cited drawings by the assistant art director on Captain Marvel, found on her portfolio! That’s pretty official!

Wait what’s that at the bottom…

1984???? For Carol’s USAFA basic training???? This is impossible, the movie is wrong, and here’s why.

(Excerpt from my future video essay incoming)

There are no dates in Higher, Further, Faster; the marketing text on Amazon, Liza Palmer’s website, etc just says “80s.” So, we need to do some detective work.

We know that the 2019 film Captain Marvel takes place in 1995. Since it takes place in Southern California and Louisiana, the warm weather doesn’t tell us much about the time of year. Personally, I believe it takes place on March 8, 1995, because that’s the exact day I was born, and my birthday is the day the movie was released on to coincide with International Women’s Day. Regardless, Monica Rambeau is eleven years old in the film, putting her birth in 1983 or 1984. So, Maria’s pregnancy must have begun in 1982 or 1983.

Here’s a “fun” fact about US military academies: until less than one year ago (summer 2023, a full three years after Captain Marvel came out), cadets at USAFA who became pregnant were required to either drop out, have an abortion, or relinquish their parental rights to their child.

Dropping out also means reimbursing the government for your tuition for all classes you’ve taken up to this point, and giving up your ability to be commissioned as a second lieutenant in the Air Force upon graduation. Definitely not an option someone as driven as Maria wants to consider. In fact, we know this isn’t what happened, because this news article Carol hung up in her spaceship in The Marvels says that Maria Rambeau is a USAFA graduate.

We also know that Maria didn’t have an abortion, because, well, Monica Rambeau herself is tangible evidence. Theoretically, it is possible for Maria to have given up parental rights and adopted back her own child after graduation. Before the policy change in 2023 that allowed cadets to be parents, many found this to be their best option (see the article I screenshotted above). However, this process is really expensive and takes a lot of work with a lawyer over a period of months or years. From the little we know of Carol and Maria’s life pre-crash, (it was busy, they lived in an expensive area, and Maria only had Carol for support), I think we can assume that it’s less likely that Maria was forced to adopt her own daughter than that Maria graduated USAFA before becoming pregnant in 1982 or 83.

That still doesn’t answer the question of when this book takes place, though. The exact year is important, as the military had some major differences under the Gerald Ford, Jimmy Carter, and Ronald Reagan administrations of the 70s and 80s, and one of the things I want to assess this book on is accuracy.

Oh wait, what’s that? Another discriminatory policy that helps us date this book? That’s right, USAFA didn’t enroll women as cadets until Public Law 94-106 went into effect in 1976.

What’s more, Carol and Maria cannot have been part of this first group of women cadets, because in the book, there is an upperclassman character who is a woman. Officer Cadet Chen is one of the leaders of Basic Training for Carol and Maria’s flight, a position cadets aren’t allowed to hold until their third or fourth year at the Academy.

So, Carol and Maria must enter USAFA no earlier than 1978 to be two or more years younger than Chen, and must graduate no later than 1983 for Monica to exist. To comply with the marketing blurb’s declaration that this book takes place “in the 80s”, let’s say that Carol and Maria’s first year is the 1979-1980 school year.

(End excerpt)

In conclusion, Maria and Carol were born in 1960 or 1961 (with pretty equal likelihood of which birthday makes them 18 at the start of the book, since USAFA basic happens the summer before the school year), not 1965. It would be impossible for them to have done basic training in 1984 as in the production drawing, because they would have to have already graduated and be well on their way to test pilot school which is a whole other policy can of worms before Monica’s birth in 1983 or 1984.

In conclusion conclusion, Carol is ~34 in Captain Marvel and ~64 in The Marvels, and the MCU should hire fans to fact check for them.

#thank u blindluck for bringing my attention to this wiki I had such a fun time on this rabbit hole #the marvels #captain marvel #carol danvers #maria rambeau #higher further faster book #carolmaria #danbeau #monica rambeau

[max1461]

What’s the deal with Basque. It’s a language isolate but are the Basque people like an “ethnic isolate”? Are the Basque people significantly genetically different than neighboring peoples? Is there any particular reason everyone else in Europe was either exterminated or assimilated by the Indo-Europeans, at least to the point that they adopted IE languages—but not the Basques?

Regarding genetics, I can't really say. Genetics is way outside my area of expertise, and looking online it doesn't appear that there's a real consensus. It appears that the general picture is that they have some amount of local hunter-gatherer ancestry and some amount of admixture from steppe populations, which is qualitatively the same as the rest of Europe. They may have these things in different proportions(?) than other European populations, or something like that; it sounds like a number of the studies disagree with each other. I think I'd have to have a better understanding of human genetics in general to give a more confident assessment of what is going on.

Linguistically speaking, Basque is the only non-IE language spoken in Western Europe today (Uralic languages, such as Finnish and Hungarian, are spoken in Eastern Europe, although they are probably later arrivals to the region than even IE), but it is not the only non-IE spoken in Western Europe within recorded history. The collective name for the languages spoken in the Iberian peninsula before the Roman conquest is the paleo-Iberian or Paleohispanic languages; of these, several were not Indo-European. Aquitanian in particular is generally identified as a direct ancestor of Basque. But there were also others, scantily attested, that may or may not have been related. These existed alongside Continental Celtic languages in the region.

There was also Etruscan, in Italy, which was non-IE. Etruscan civilization largely predated the Romans in the area and was highly influential on them; the Latin alphabet is principally adapted from the Etruscan alphabet (itself adapted from Greek), and Latin borrowed a number of words from Etruscan. Some of these have even made their way into English, for instance the very common word person, from Latin persōna "mask", possibly from Etruscan phersu "mask".

Anyway, whether or not any of these languages represent holdovers of the pre-IE linguistic environment in Europe is hard to say. For instance, some have argued that the Etruscans or their ancestors were actually late arrivals from somewhere south, possibly Anatolia. But I don't think there is any conclusive evidence for or against such ideas.

It is worth noting that ethnic and linguistic groupings very often don't align. Groups may remain ethnically distinct while adopting a majority language, or may remain linguistically distinct while losing a sense of ethnic identity, and so on. So genetic studies are often-useful-but-highly-imperfect proxies for linguistic relatedness, and vice versa. For instance, most of the "Negrito" peoples of South East Asia are highly genetically distinct from neighboring populations, but many of them speak Aslian languages related (distantly) to Vietnamese and Khmer. These languages are clearly distinct, but should not be misunderstood as holdovers predating the spread of genetically East Asian people to the region.

My understanding is that the evidence regarding Basque points to it being as pre-IE holdout in Western Europe. However, this need not say much about the genetics of the Basque people.

In any case, as to the question of "why" it held out when other pre-IE languages disappeared? I think it's kind of impossible to say. Presumably the mountainous and isolated nature of the Basque Country played a role; indeed all the studies I looked at seemed to say that genetically Basque people showed signs of isolation within the last thousand years or so, suggesting that they did not have as much contact with other European populations. But, beyond that, if you look at the fact that other pre-IE (or at least non-IE) languages survived in Western Europe until the historical period (Etruscan and some paleo-Iberian), it is perhaps not so surprising that at least one of them would make it to the modern day. Basque looks like a complete outlier now, but going back even 2000 years and there were a number of other languages in its position. In some sense the Indo-European migration into Europe was "not that long ago", on archeological timescales, so perhaps things like this are to be expected.

#linguistics #the world

[nicolabarth]

Can I know more about the Pirate part of your wips, please? 👀

That one is mostly notes so far. The idea is as follows: Pre TPM Maul gets captured by pirates and they try to get a ransom from Sidious, but Sidious is like: "If he can't get out of there alone, he's not worthy to be my apprentice. Kill him for all I care." So the pirates keep Maul and raise him and he grows up alongside Hondo and he reconnects with his Dathomirian roots and learns some nightsister magic.

I drew pirate Maul once.

And I also wrote a snippet for a picture that @obimaulartfire drew a while ago with belly dancer Maul. Sadly the picture got swallowed by tumblr somehow and is not findable anymore, but here is the flashfic:

“Why do I have to be the distraction, Hondo?”

“Because between the two of us, you’re the pretty one.” Hondo pats Maul’s cheek and makes sure to pull his hand back before the Zabrak can snap at him. Maul tries anyway, but Hondo knows his adopted brother well enough. They’ve grown up together ever since Hondo’s mother had tried to get a ransom for Maul and his master had abandoned him. They’re partners in crime ever since mom died and Hondo took over the pirating business. Well, Hondo and Maul took over together. But obviously, Hondo is the brains of the operation, if he can say so himself.

Since biting failed, Maul settles for glaring at him. “Something is distinctly wrong with your eyes if you think I’m pretty.”

Of course Maul thinks himself the brains of the operation that’s why he uses words like “distinctly” and insist on speaking with his coruscanti accent even though everyone normal would’ve adapted to Hondo’s superior way of speaking by now.

“You really should learn to take a compliment, dear brother,” Hondo says. “And believe me, this Hutt has a type and it’s all bright skin colors and interesting markings. You’re perfect for this job.”

Maul glowers but doesn’t argue any further. “Let’s not waste any more time, then.” When he walks towards their ship, all the jewelry he’s adorned with clinks with every move. Hondo could get used to that. Usually, Maul’s foot steps are way too quiet for his liking. You never get used to a red and black zabrak stepping out of a nearby shadow without warning. Maul loves doing that. It scares the pants off guests most of the time and it has given Hondo a few near heart attacks in the past.

“You can’t kill our target,” Hondo reminds him. “He’s more profitable as a hostage.”

“Yes, I know,” Maul says, annoyed. “Gods forbid I have fun at this mission.”

“Well …” Hondo grins. “I heard a certain Jedi is among the guests. So, if you play your cards right …”

“I don’t know which Jedi you mean,” Maul says coldly. Liar. Hondo has seen him make moon eyes at Kenobi every time they’ve met so far. Or what counts as moon eyes for Maul. It’s his usual glare, just with more intensity and a bit of a hungry edge. Every time Hondo crosses Kenobi’s path, he makes sure to take the Jedi hostage. As a treat for his dear brother. Of course he doesn’t get any thanks from Maul, but he know he appreciates it. Hondo makes sure to give them time to talk alone, too.

Honestly, Maul should be more thankful. For the exceptional job Hondo has done with Maul’s outfit for tonight, too. But that’s little brothers for you.

“Sure,” Hondo says with a grin. “But I heard him say last time that you look good wearing gold.”

Maul scoffs. He throws Hondo a quick glance from the side, though, as if trying to assess if he’s serious. Hondo’s grin grows. “Trust me,” he says. “This evening will be a success in more than one way.”

“Just focus on what we’re going to steal,” Maul says. But he doesn’t complain about being the distraction anymore. And Hondo sees him check his reflection in the cockpit window before they leave their ship after landing near the Hutt palace.

Hondo smiles to himself. He’ll get Maul to thank him later.

#tag game #pirate au

[raccoonfallsharder]

Window Across the Galaxy ✧*:･ﾟ updated 10/26

18+ only | rocket x oc | 17/26 Chapters | WIP | Word Count: pending.

girl falls first; racoon falls harder.

His head is down, and she can see the sullen set of his shoulders. Jolie sets Groot onto the floor gently, and he gallops over to his adopted father and climbs onto a couple crates next to Rocket to watch him while he works.  Should she say good morning? Will that just annoy him more? She’s hurt and scared, yes, and even a little annoyed in her more practical moments. But she reminds herself, again, that what this is really a result of - probably, mostly - is Rocket being frightened or wounded, and she doesn’t want him to be alone in that. But he doesn’t exactly look receptive right now. She chews her lip, then winces and shakes her head, and tries to distract herself by doing a quick check on the kitchen cabinets. Most of the dishware is anchored down in the built-in, padded racks that come standard-issue in ships these days, but a few of the plates are chipped on the edges, and one of the new glasses is cracked down the middle. She tosses the glass into the compressor.  All in all, the damage is less than she’d expected, and most things are salvageable. She hesitates, then heads to the hold, peering out into the forest, toward the spaceship Ego left behind.  Rocket doesn’t spare her a glance.

[NEW 10/26] ✧･ﾟ:*Chapter XVII. A Seedling. A Fox. A Little Girl. in which the party is divided.

lots of angst. healing isn't linear but rocket is in a much better position to come back from the consequences of his actions now than he was way back when they were on conjunction. unfortunately there's never enough time for these things, is there ~ ♡

General summary/notes + links to recently preceding chapters behind the cut. let me know via comment, message, or ask if you'd like to be added or removed from my fanfic taglist ♡

Rocket is captured by a Ravager crew hoping to get rich off the excessively large bounty on his head. Throwing a wrench in everyone’s plans is the Terran girl they hired to do some freelance assessing on a recent haul of goods they’ve seized from a Xandaran luxury liner. Oops.

slight AU starting pre-GOTG volume 1 (but will hit most of the same major plot points). slow burn + eventual smut with a lot of pining in the middle. kinda enemies-to-lovers? (but only one of these idiots thinks they're enemies). let me be real with you: this fic is really about wish-fulfillment. not just the eventual smut (but that too). mostly i just want someone to be nice to my best boy raccoon

*･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ*

Chapter I. A Delicacy. in which our reluctant heroes meet atop a crate of Sovereign porn in the bowels of a Ravager ship.

Chapter II. Monster For A Pet. in which one hero wrestles with his inner Groot, and the other is quite possibly a moron.

Chapter III. A Kindness. in which Rocket gets in his own damn way: not for the first time, and certainly not for the last.

Chapter IV. Got There First. in which our heroes obtain an arsenal and street food.

Chapter V. Things No-One Has Said Before. in which one hero refuses to babysit and the other refuses to leave.

Chapter VI. Two and a Half Billion Units. in which we lean into the “they were roommates” trope. Jolie has misgivings, while Rocket has fantasies - about getting rich, of course.

Chapter VII. I'm Here. in which we visit Knowhere.

Chapter VIII. The Care & Feeding of Human Pets. in which our heroes practice breathing and we lean into a new trope: “there was (technically) one bed.”

Chapter IX. Scrapmetal and a Dream. in which we redefine homemaking.

Chapter X. Thin Fucking Ice.in which our heroes get fucked. Not in the good way.

Chapter XI. Let It Be .in which Xandar is saved and good lives are lost.

Chapter XII. So Much It Hurts. in which we try not to fuck up the vibes.

Chapter XIII. Don’t Wait. in which a lost sister is found and Drax grapples with the concept of sarcasm.

Chapter XIV. Exactly Like a Flower. in which comfort is shared.

Chapter XV: Galaxy-Breaking Shit. in which more comfort is shared, and life is good. Briefly.

Chapter XVI. Run. in which Rocket falls victim to his superstitions.

Chapter XVII. A Seedling. A Fox. A Little Girl. in which the party is divided.

Chapter XVIII. I Happen to Know a Guy. in which our heroes get fucked. Again. Still not in the good way.

Chapter XIX. He Was Loved. in which a planet is killed, a friend is made and lost, and nobody still has any frickin’ tape.

Chapter XX. Some Nerve. in which an ultimatum is given.

Chapter XXI.

Chapter XXII.

Chapter XXIII.

Chapter XXIV.

Chapter XXV.

Chapter XXVI.

Epilogue: Interviewing Rocket & Jo. ten years after Window ends. short/drabbly, silly fluff.

taglist ♡ @evolvingchaoswitch ♡ @wren-phoenix ♡ @pretty-chips ♡ @suicidalshitstick

#rocket raccoon fanfiction #window across the galaxy #rocket x oc #eventual smut #slow burn #enemies to friends to lovers #rocket raccoon #angst with a happy ending #rocket raccoon x oc #gotg fanfiction #guardians of the galaxy #rocket x you #romance #ao3 author

[corvidcrybaby]

This may be a bit of an odd question but I’m really curious about your thoughts and opinions since they’re so damn lyrical and articulate.

How do you think pre-Hellsing Alucard (Aka Dracula) differs from current and canon Alucard?

I’ve hear some ideas that while Alucard is nihilistic, Dracula was melancholic. Alucard has fully accepted that he will forever be a monster, while Dracula kept some sort of hope that he won’t always be.

I also heard some theories, that I personally believe, that in the Hellsing universe, certain aspects of Bram Stoker’s ‘Dracula’ were fabricated and or certain details never made it into the novel. This also plays into the knowledge that Hirano took inspiration from Coppola’s ‘Bram Stoker’s Dracula’ for Hellsing, so maybe certain aspects of Dracula were purposely erased by Abraham Van Helsing when he told his story to Stoker.

I’m just curious about what you think?

First off, G-d damn thank you for the compliment??? If you could've heard me squee at being called LYRICAL omg what a high compliment to be given, oh my goodness.

Aight, but for real though, digging into this - I agree with some of your assessment. I've always subscribed into the idea that the Stoker novel is a fictional, apocryphal account of what are real-world events in the Hellsing setting. I play around with this idea with The Dybbuk by S. Ansky during a few chapters of Lesions Of A Different Kind, because that concept is really appealing and engaging to me.

I think Dracula was absolutely a reactionary-protective persona that Vlad the Impaler adopted after the grand trauma of his defeat at the hands of the Ottoman Empire. After so long and twisted and carnal a life, for it to all end in failure after everything Vlad suffered? I think it broke him. Count Dracula, to me, is defensive to the point of cruelty, indignant to the max, entitled and arrogant, and obsessed with power for the sake of its ability to get him what he wants and to further protect himself, isolate himself from the world, and ensure that he reigns supreme above all others.

And then along comes a gang of regular-ass humans who wipe the floor with him after a relatively short engagement.

I think just as before, this broke him - except this time, it was the Dracula persona who broke. All that spitting bile and aggressive, bullheaded disposition with delusions of godliness and grandeur, and all it did was get him defeated again, and be left with even less than he had before. As Vlad, he had his humanity. As Dracula, he still had his kingdom and freedom. As Alucard, all he has now are his relationships and the entertainment interacting with the world around him brings.

Alucard had to learn the same lesson twice before he meaningfully changed. In a fucked-up sense, I think Alucard is actually probably the healthiest of these three personas. Not saying much, because he isn't really someone the average person could ever handle in their life - for good reason - but I do think Alucard as a persona is a healing stage in the long life(s) of who he was and will continue to be. We see him openly jeer at and deride his past self, so blinded by the self-righteous rage he felt at the world - much of which was understandable, rooting from his childhood assault, but it didn't excuse the excess brutality he doled out onto innocent people (even if the real-world Vlad the Impaler really wasn't that much more bloodthirsty than the average Medieval warlord, people were fucking NASTY-nasty to each other back then).

To parrot another content creator, Alucard is a 'resigned monster.' He's accepted what he is and what his nature may always be, and understands that his humanity is gone and isn't coming back. But that doesn't mean he doesn't still wish things could've been different. Acceptance and regret can and should coexist.

#hellsing #hellsing fandom #alucard #hellsing fanfiction #hellsing ultimate #ask box #thank you for the ask! this was a lovely prompt to respond to #swear i'm getting to the others dw

[herohikara-wol]

FFXIV Write 2k23 - Day 8

Shed - Dravanian AU, direct sequel to Barbarous

“There’s really no need-” Haurchefant’s tail lifted from Hero’s hands as the Dravanian protested. “I wouldn’t make you deal with my scales, it must seem unsightly to you.”

The viera rolled his eyes softly, “Haurchefant I was adopted by Dravanians. I grew up here in Ishgard. I have like a dozen siblings who are of all different ages and have all gone through molting before- I’ve helped some of them with it even.” He snorted, “honestly, acting like I’ve never touched dead scales before.”

“Well it’s a sensitive topic to some. I didn’t want to turn you off, I wanted tonight to be special. You’ve been gone for so long, my dulcet. Tonight was supposed to be supper and spoiling you and taking you back to my nest to try to have a clutch of my own with you.”

“Well you can still do all those things, I’m here until Aymeric’s guard finishes assessing if Gridania wants war or if the Primal attack was an accident.” It could have just been an accident, it’s not like Nophica herself had shown up to try to turn him into a bloody tree or some shite. Whatever he’d fought didn’t feel like a proper primal either, it was too- dead? No, it was alive, but it felt empty. Like all the energy animating it was somehow inert.

Papalymo mentioned something about pre-Gridanian history, the war of the magi, and was currently researching the Gelmorran and Amdapori ruins for answers. Apparently the primal-not-primal had looked similar to depictions of the stone guardians from the war, but if Gridania was worried about offending the Elementals, that should be the last thing they resorted to. Right? The Flood had traumatized the forest spirits so badly that they refused to allow all but a select few to use white magic in the first place.

So whoever animated that statue was risking retribution from the Elementals. Which would explain why they were agitated and panicked when Hero showed up in the grove in the first place. Right now the only answer he could come up with was someone had a Paragon guiding them, puppeting their moves from the shadows, and Kan-E-Senna thought it was the dragons threatening her people and not the Ascians.

Hero’s mind was working so quickly to try to piece together the puzzle that he barely noticed his hands moving at all. Haurchefant had long melted under the fingers gently massaging lotions and oils into his tail and back to loosen and soften the dead scales to make them easier to remove. He was practically purring his adoration for the massage, and Hero wasn’t hearing a single word of praise.

It wasn’t until Haurchefant flipped over to grab him by the wrist that Hero even realized he’d already finished the job. “Dearheart, are you alright? You’ve been silent this whole time.”

“Sorry, luv.” Hero smiled weakly at him to hide the worry bubbling in his breast. “I was just thinking about work.”

“Thinking about the looming specter of war more like.” The taller man huffed a bit, “You started using the brush over an area you’d already gotten. I will admit, it is impressive what you’re capable of without thinking about it though. My back feels better than it has in ages.” He glanced at the small pile of dead scales and skin beside Hero with a grimace. “I still wish you hadn’t had to deal with it on my behalf.”

Hero shook his head and smiled at the other, “I grew up here, if you think my stomach is so weak I can’t help you with some basic grooming you’re out of your mind. Remember, a dozen siblings? Why do you think I learned how to be so gentle with it? I’d help my fathers with the younger ones, papa taught me how to do it so they wouldn’t cry about how much it hurt. Father’s a little more on the side of speed over comfort but you know how he can be.”

“Ser Charibert isn't exactly the man I would think of when I was considering comforts beyond tea and a warm fire. No offense but your parents are bloody terrifying on a good day, it’s a wonder you’re so sweet and gentle.” He was flinching as he spoke, only to smile a bit when Hero found himself laughing.

“You’re their future son in-law, of course they’re terrifying to you. They’re trying to make sure you’ll treat me right, I am their most fragile child after all.” Not that either of his parents would call him that to his face. His cousin Grinnaux had though.

Once.

Hero still had one of Grinn’s teeth on a necklace to remind his cousin why he wasn’t as fragile or soft as he looked. Like any Dzemael, Grinn seemed to respect Hero more for having the balls to lay him flat on his arse instead of chickening out or backing down. “Alright, help me clean this mess up and we can get dinner. Maybe one of those hand-pies they sell in the market?”

“I was thinking something a little more sit-down and classy. Hopefully they’ll let us in the door, usually only proper house members dine there and-” Hero put a hand to Haurchefant’s chest and smiled at him.

“If they don’t, I will be just as happy to eat a hand-pie and lean against you while you wrap your wing around me. I don’t care about the expense, I care about spending time with you.”

“Of course.” Haurchefant leaned down to take the hand from his chest, still covered in lotion and oils, and kissed the top of it regardless. “Of course, my dulcet. As you wish.”

#ffxiv fanfiction #ffxivwrite2023 #Dravanian AU #Dravanian Ishgard AU #Dragonsong war never happened #wol x haurchefant

[censowaretechnologies]

Frontend Frameworks for Web Development

Frontend Frameworks for Web Development, creating captivating and user-friendly websites and web applications is essential for businesses to thrive. With the increasing demand for dynamic and interactive web experiences, frontend development has become more crucial than ever.

To meet these demands efficiently, developers rely on frontend frameworks, which streamline the development process and enhance productivity.

In this comprehensive guide, we'll explore the world of frontend frameworks for web development, covering everything from key factors to consider when choosing a framework to the top options available in India.

Overview of Frontend Frameworks for Web Development

Frontend frameworks are collections of pre-written code, libraries, and tools that expedite the process of building user interfaces for websites and web applications.

These frameworks provide developers with a structured approach to frontend development, offering ready-made components, templates, and utilities to streamline common tasks.

By leveraging frontend frameworks, developers can achieve consistency, maintainability, and scalability in their projects while focusing more on functionality and user experience.

These frameworks often follow the principles of modularization and component-based architecture, facilitating code reuse and making development more efficient.

Key Factors to Consider in a Frontend Frameworks for Web Development

When choosing a frontend framework for web development, several key factors should be considered:

Community Support: Opt for frameworks with active and robust communities. A strong community ensures ongoing support, frequent updates, and a wealth of resources such as documentation, tutorials, and plugins.

Performance: Evaluate the performance metrics of the framework, including page load times, rendering speed, and resource utilization. A lightweight and efficient framework can significantly impact the user experience.

Flexibility and Customization: Assess the framework's flexibility in accommodating project requirements and its customization options. Look for frameworks that allow developers to tailor components and styles to suit specific design needs.

Learning Curve: Consider the learning curve associated with the framework, especially if you're working with a team of developers with varying skill levels. Choose a framework that aligns with your team's expertise and resources.

Compatibility and Browser Support: Ensure that the framework is compatible with a wide range of browsers and devices, particularly if your target audience includes users with diverse preferences and devices.

Updates and Maintenance: Check the framework's update frequency and long-term maintenance plans. Regular updates and proactive maintenance are essential for addressing security vulnerabilities and compatibility issues.

7 Best  Frontend Frameworks for Web Development in India

Now, let's explore some of the top  Frontend Frameworks for Web Development widely used by developers in India:

React.js: Developed by Facebook, React.js is a popular JavaScript library for building user interfaces. It emphasizes component-based architecture and virtual DOM for efficient rendering. React's ecosystem includes tools like React Router for routing and Redux for state management.

Angular: Backed by Google, Angular is a comprehensive frontend framework for building robust web applications. It provides features such as two-way data binding, dependency injection, and modular development. Angular offers a full-fledged ecosystem with Angular CLI for project scaffolding and Angular Material for UI components.

Vue.js: Vue.js is an advanced JavaScript framework known for its simplicity and flexibility. It allows developers to incrementally adopt its features and integrate it into existing projects easily. Vue.js offers reactive data binding, virtual DOM, and a rich ecosystem of plugins and components.

Bootstrap: Bootstrap is a popular CSS framework for building responsive and mobile-first websites. It provides a grid system, pre-styled components, and responsive utilities, allowing developers to create sleek and consistent designs quickly. Bootstrap is highly customizable and offers extensive documentation and community support.

Svelte: Svelte is a relatively new frontend framework that focuses on compiling components at build time rather than runtime. This approach results in highly optimized and lightweight web applications. Svelte's simplicity and performance make it an attractive choice for developers seeking efficiency and speed.

Tailwind CSS: Tailwind CSS is a utility-first CSS framework that provides a set of low-level utility classes for building custom designs. It offers a highly customizable and expressive approach to styling, enabling developers to create unique and responsive interfaces without writing custom CSS. Tailwind CSS is gaining popularity for its developer-friendly workflow and rapid prototyping capabilities.

Foundation: Foundation is a responsive front-end framework developed by ZURB, known for its modular and customizable nature. It offers a comprehensive set of CSS and JavaScript components, as well as a robust grid system and a variety of UI elements. Foundation is well-suited for building modern and accessible web projects.

Conclusion for Web Development

Choosing the right  Frontend Frameworks for Web Development is crucial to the success of your website development. Consider factors such as community support, performance, flexibility, and compatibility when evaluating different frameworks. Each framework has its strengths and weaknesses, so assess your project requirements and development preferences carefully before making a decision.

Whether you opt for React.js, Angular, Vue.js, or any other frontend framework, prioritize learning and mastering the chosen tool to maximize its potential and deliver exceptional web experiences. Keep abreast of new developments, best practices, and emerging trends in frontend development to stay ahead in this ever-evolving field.

FAQs for Web Development

Q: Which frontend framework is best for beginners?

A: Vue.js and React.js are often recommended for beginners due to their relatively gentle learning curves and extensive documentation.

Q: How do I choose between Angular and React for my project?

A: Consider factors such as project requirements, team expertise, and ecosystem preferences. Angular offers a comprehensive solution with built-in features, while React provides more flexibility and a vibrant ecosystem.

Q: Are frontend frameworks necessary for web development?

A: While not strictly necessary, frontend frameworks greatly simplify and expedite the web development process, especially for complex and dynamic projects. They provide structure, consistency, and efficiency, ultimately enhancing productivity and user experience.

Q: Can I use multiple frontend frameworks in the same project?

A: While technically possible, using multiple frontend frameworks in the same project can lead to complexity, conflicts, and maintenance challenges. It's generally advisable to stick to a single framework to maintain code consistency and streamline development.

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Tourism Market: Trends, Growth, and Industry Players

Introduction

The global tourism market is a dynamic sector that continually evolves in response to changing consumer preferences, technological advancements, and global events. As we delve into the current landscape, it is crucial to explore the tourism market size, growth patterns, industry trends, and key players that shape the sector's trajectory.

Tourism Market Size and Growth

The tourism market has witnessed remarkable growth over the past decade. According to the latest data the global international tourist arrivals reached 1.5 billion in 2022, marking a 4% increase from the previous year. The tourism industry's robust growth is attributed to factors such as increased disposable income, improved connectivity, and a growing middle class in emerging economies.

The COVID-19 pandemic, however, significantly impacted the industry in 2020 and 2021. International tourist arrivals plummeted by 74% in 2020, representing the largest decline in the industry's history. As the world recovers from the pandemic, tourism is experiencing a resurgence. The UNWTO estimates that international tourist arrivals will surpass pre-pandemic levels by 2023, emphasizing the sector's resilience.

Tourism and Hospitality Industry Trends

The tourism and hospitality industry is undergoing transformative changes driven by technological advancements and shifting consumer behaviors. One notable trend is the rise of sustainable tourism. Travelers are increasingly prioritizing destinations and businesses that adopt eco-friendly practices. Hotels, airlines, and tour operators are responding by implementing sustainable initiatives to meet the demands of environmentally conscious travelers.

Another trend shaping the industry is the integration of technology. From mobile apps for seamless bookings to virtual reality experiences, technology is enhancing the overall travel experience. The use of artificial intelligence and big data analytics is also becoming prevalent, enabling businesses to personalize services, predict consumer preferences, and optimize operations.

Tourism Industry Players

The tourism market is comprised of a diverse range of players, including governments, international organizations, tour operators, airlines, hotels, and online travel agencies (OTAs). Notable industry players such as Airbnb, Expedia, and Booking. com have disrupted traditional hospitality models, offering travelers a wide array of accommodation options and personalized experiences.

Governments play a crucial role in shaping the tourism landscape through policies, infrastructure development, and destination marketing. Collaborations between public and private sectors are essential to foster sustainable growth and address challenges such as over-tourism and environmental impact.

Tourism Market Analysis

A comprehensive analysis of the tourism market involves assessing key factors such as market dynamics, competitive landscape, and regulatory environments. The Asia-Pacific region has emerged as a powerhouse in the tourism sector, with countries like China, India, and Japan experiencing substantial growth. In contrast, established destinations in Europe and North America continue to attract millions of tourists annually.

The post-pandemic recovery has prompted a shift in travel preferences, with a surge in demand for domestic and outdoor experiences. Travelers are seeking off-the-beaten-path destinations, contributing to the diversification of the tourism market.

Travel and Tourism Industry Outlook

Looking ahead, the outlook for the travel and tourism industry is optimistic. The industry is expected to rebound strongly, driven by pent-up demand, increased vaccination rates, and the easing of travel restrictions. The global tourism market is projected to reach $11.38 trillion by 2027, growing at a CAGR of 6.1% from 2020 to 2027.

In conclusion, the tourism market is a vibrant and resilient sector that continues to adapt to changing circumstances. Understanding the market size, growth trends, industry players, and emerging dynamics is crucial for stakeholders navigating the evolving landscape. As the world reopens for travel, the industry's ability to innovate and embrace sustainable practices will play a pivotal role in shaping its future success.

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[hilarychuff]

All the Best People See You (All the Best People Know), Chapter 5

hello it's finally time for another installment in my pre-season 4 robin/chrissy inadvertant desert hearts movie date au!!! exciting!!

The problem now with Chrissy is that Robin is pretty sure she’s already in too deep. All of a sudden, the two of them haven’t just shared a conversation or a car ride. They’ve held hands. They’ve hugged. They practically fucking cuddled for that one split second in the break room on Monday night. She has to keep thinking up bigger and bigger excuses for why it won’t work out. Why it can’t. But then Steve talks her into trying again, or Chrissy shows up to ask her to hang out, and suddenly Robin is back treading water, in the middle of it once more.

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“Gotta be honest, Rob,” Steve says from the driver’s seat. “I still don’t get why we’re not picking her up. Chivalry is not dead, you know.”

“Because!” Robin splutters, jerking forward in her seat, throwing her arms out.

It’s the third time they’ve had this conversation but the first time he’s implied she’s unchivalrous. She’s sort of offended by the insinuation.

“I offered — twice — and she said it was fine! It is not ‘chivalry’ to ignore what a girl actually tells you!”

Steve doesn’t look away from the road, but he rolls his eyes so loud she can practically hear it.

“Of course she said it was fine. Just like she said it was fine in Indianapolis even though it meant she would’ve had to take four buses and twice as long to get home.” He shoots a look at her over in the passenger seat, assessing. “You told her I was totally free and she wouldn’t be imposing or anything, didn’t you?”

Now it’s Robin’s turn to roll her eyes, settling back into her seat.

“You know, I tried, but I guess Chrissy’s the one person left that actually still thinks you’re popular and cool. She didn’t believe me when I told her you have literally nothing else going on in your life, and I guess I didn’t want to be the one to break it to her that your only other friend for the past two years has been a Dungeons and Dragons loving child.”

“Alright, hey,” Steve protests half-heartedly. “Dustin isn’t my only other friend.”

“Sorry, you’re right. Dungeons and Dragons loving children. And maybe their on-again-off-again girlfriends. And one’s younger sister.” She pauses, tilting her head as she pretends to consider something. “Two younger sisters? You haven’t adopted Baby Wheeler yet, have you, Steve?”

Steve doesn’t give her the satisfaction.

“Whatever, Rob. I’m just saying. You’d better hope her dad is dropping her off at the library or something, because you’re going to feel really bad if she shows up on crutches.”

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What are the latest advancements in fire alarm systems for businesses?

The field of fire alarm systems for businesses is continuously evolving, with several advancements aimed at increasing effectiveness, reliability, and integration. Some of the latest developments as of my last update include:

Wireless Technology: Modern fire alarm systems are increasingly adopting wireless technology. This allows for easier installation, especially in older buildings where wiring can be a challenge, and offers flexibility in placing detectors and alarms.

Smart Device Integration: Integration with smartphones and other smart devices allows for real-time monitoring and alerts. Business owners and safety personnel can receive instant notifications about fire alarms, system faults, or maintenance needs, no matter where they are.

Internet of Things (IoT) Capabilities: IoT-enabled fire alarm systems can collect and analyze data from various sensors, not just for fire detection but also for monitoring environmental conditions like temperature and air quality, which can be early indicators of potential fire hazards.

Advanced Detection Technology: Newer fire alarm systems use more sophisticated sensors that can differentiate between different types of smoke and other airborne particles, reducing false alarms and improving response times in real emergencies.

Voice Evacuation Systems: These systems use pre-recorded or live voice messages to guide occupants to safety. Voice evacuation is more effective than traditional sirens, especially in complex buildings.

Integration with Building Management Systems: Modern fire alarms are often part of an integrated building management system, coordinating with other systems like HVAC (to prevent smoke spread) and access control during an emergency.

Automated Testing and Maintenance: Advanced systems have self-testing capabilities and can automatically notify maintenance personnel of specific parts or sensors that need attention, ensuring that the system is always in optimal working condition.

Visual Alarm Verification: Some systems now incorporate video verification, allowing for a quick visual assessment of the situation, which can be crucial for emergency services before they arrive on the scene.

Artificial Intelligence and Machine Learning: AI is being used to analyze data from fire alarm systems to predict and prevent potential fire incidents before they occur, enhancing preventive measures.

Cloud-Based Solutions: Storing data on the cloud allows for better data analysis, improved system updates, and easier integration with other cloud-based business systems.

These advancements not only improve the efficiency and reliability of fire alarm systems but also provide greater flexibility and scalability to meet the diverse needs of different types of businesses.

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[forasecondtherewedwon]

Sailors’ Hands

Fandom: Why Didn’t They Ask Evans? Pairing: Frankie Derwent/Bobby Jones Rating: E Word Count: 5797

Summary: He was undoing the cuffs of his shirt. He was rolling them up in tidy folds that brought his sleeves to just below his elbows. She couldn’t form the words that would jokingly inquire whether Lieutenant Jones was preparing for filthy hands, she could only study him, his practiced readying.

She needed to go before he could, and she needed to kiss him before she went. He stood there so stoically, on the steps of her absentminded father’s house, braving her gusto, her verve. His posture was—she knew this one—at ease, but only in the military sense; behind his back, both hands grasped his twisted cap. She knew she made him nervous. That his heart, even now, leapt like a caged rabbit in his chest when she passed in front of him, when she let her pleated skirt flap against her legs and tossed her head so the perfume she’d sprayed on her neck while she changed would be carried to his nose by a conspiratorial gust of air.

He was going to London tomorrow and, at this moment, she could only flee as far as the house, but it was imperative that she make her escape so as not to have to witness him walking away from her.

A nice boy (like Bobby Jones most definitely was) was meant to make himself rigid with terror at the first warning sign of incoming physical affection, to be shocked (as only nice boys truly could be) that a pair of painted, smirking lips had found his cheek. But somewhere along the way, as she stepped quickly from there to here, they set themselves on rather a different path.

She intended the parting peck to take him by surprise. The turning of his face slightly towards hers rather than slightly away surprised her instead. Her mouth skimmed across the corner of his. She felt his quick breath in and out, smelt his sun-warmed skin, and then it was done. She had kissed him. Or possibly he her.

She only jerked her head back. He took a step the size of a long stride, hands now in front of him, abusing that poor cap.

“Frankie…” he began, hanging his golden head and staring fixedly at the lawn. She might’ve been his superior officer, primed to berate him for conduct unbecoming or some such, not that she could imagine he’d ever found himself in that position. “I am so sincerely sorry—”

“That you kissed me?” she cut in sharply.

“I swear I didn’t mean to.”

“No,” she teased, leaning wryly away from him on her back foot to assess his posture of contrition, “of course you didn’t. Why would you ever want to do something so dreadful?”

She was grinning now, showing her teeth, if he would only look up to see it. Though he could undoubtedly hear it in her voice.

“You’re putting words in my mouth,” Bobby accused, toughening up now, defending himself against her merciless mischief.

“Is that where they ended up? I do tend to fling them about so carelessly.”

He raised his head and she grinned at him, squinting against the bright sunshine.

“It was an accident,” he said with earnest firmness.

“And the next?”

“Next?”

Frankie bit her lip with pre-emptive joy before moving forward with a step that was almost a skip, aiming her face at his. Wearing an expression of alarm, Bobby dodged her, throwing a glance at the tall windows along the back of the house. Some had the curtains drawn, some did not. What did she care? Her mother and father were busy quarrelling about a dress and dear Mr. Singh wouldn’t say a word to anyone, lovely, loyal fellow that he was.

“A hasty retreat is it, Bobby Jones?” Frankie taunted, adopting his earlier stance with her hands clasped behind her.

“Are you calling me a coward?”

There was a flicker—there, his eyebrow—that said he longed to be amused and yet was forbidding himself the surrender, unsure in the face of her attack and trying so damned hard to be proper.

“You certainly stole a look at the house like you were afraid of being caught.”

“Frankie, this isn’t very funny.”

“I’m not laughing, only smiling.”

“I wish you wouldn’t…” Bobby grimaced and sighed heavily, turning away from her.

Frankie frowned.

For a few seconds, she stared silently at his back (damn him). What a serious man he might’ve seemed, had she not known him. How dutiful—how good. He tipped his face towards the ground and then the pale, hard sky. The main thing he appeared to be feeling was frustration. Luckily, that was entirely the product of the glummer side of his imagination and she was happy to tell him so.

“This is your fault,” Frankie announced. “If only you would quit trying to believe you don’t deserve me.”

He spun, exasperated. She offered her softest smile, to be kind after her bluntness, to let him see she had only revealed him to himself.

“Pig-headed prig,” she added moments later, because his self-realization was taking a smidge too long to coalesce among his obstinate features. “Unless you really don’t want to kiss me.”

“You know that I can’t, and if you’re teasing me with any sincerity, well. You know it’s cruel.” His eyes held hers. Yes, it would be cruel to bait a good man who looked at her like that.

“It’s only cruel because you insist on suffering.”

A laugh burst from his mouth.

“Suppose we walked down to the treeline,” she prompted, nodding her chin down the slope of the hill on which the house sat. There was a second set of stone stairs, just there, where the hill fell away. It really wasn’t far. Completely out of view of the house.

She got a thrill at the understanding in the turned-up corner of Bobby’s mouth.

“Suppose we didn’t,” he countered. His noble sense of propriety really was infuriating, and he employed it with such obvious satisfaction at her expense.

“We might find some wild strawberries.”

“In the shade? Currants, more likely.”

“Well, some of those then. What do you say?” She folded her hands in front of her daintily.

He appraised her, then had the audacity to shake his head.

“Afraid I’d better go.”

Bobby made as though to turn away and the words rushed from Frankie.

“Naturally, it doesn’t mean much that we’ve stumbled upon one another again after however many years, and that you’ve almost died,” she said flippantly.

He froze.

She felt a stab at the memory of the terrible condition he’d been in the night of the carnival and pressed her palm hard against her stomach to suppress it. She narrowed her eyes at him.

“Do you really still believe I could care one way or another about you becoming a used-car salesman? The only thing I need for you to be is alive.”

He squared his feet to hers and looked at her. His eyes were full of gentleness; she was terrified that it would morph into pity. Poor, selfish Frankie, manipulating him just to get her own way. She didn’t want to see it, didn’t want kind words of reassurance that he was alright, that he would always be alright. Lies for children. He mustn’t treat her as a delicate young lady on the verge of falling to pieces, or as a worrying sister. How awful.

What a relief when Bobby cracked a smile and said, “You make quite a fuss for some strawberries.”

“Currants,” she corrected with a tentative smile of her own.

“You sure you want to risk it?” He glanced at the descending steps, though Frankie knew he didn’t mean those.

“It’s only a walk, Steve,” Frankie said with a smirk. She reached for the knot of his tie and wiggled it playfully against his throat. “Can’t I tempt you?”

She beamed when he took the first steps, then followed, leaving London, the house, and trench coat unrealities behind.

—

He took some coaxing yet. She effectively took her life in her hands forcefully tripping over the fat, protruding root of an old oak just so he would throw out his arms and catch her. But really, he’d been ambling along as though this were a woodsy stroll for the sake of their health. Positively maddening. What on earth was she supposed to do?

“That’s better,” she said, grinning at the steady press of Bobby’s hand against her back.

He swallowed and attempted to right her balance. She wouldn’t make it easy; she entrusted her weight to the support of his arm, seized his shoulder to keep him near when he attempted to give her space, teetered her tragically unreliable ankles on her espadrilles. A lovely blond curl had fallen across Bobby’s forehead.

“Frankie,” he said, “I still—”

“Wish to persist in annoying me. Yes, you’re working very hard at it.”

There was a compromise as she stood on her own but refused to be separated from him completely. His arm, where she gripped it, was solid. She thought of all that filthy rigging he had mentioned. She thought of the tension of heavy rope, the relied-upon strength of braided cables and greased chains. The harshness of the sun was scattered and softened by the foliage up above, dappling the earth with patches of light and shade. As she held on to the clean, white sleeve of Bobby’s shirt, everything that existed beyond this spot felt a world away. Temporarily callous, she considered that even a murder in cold blood seemed inconsequential.

“What if they saw you come down here with me?” he asked.

Frankie laughed blithely.

“With sweet, responsible Bobby Jones? They’d think nothing of it. A pair of old chums on a half-hearted hunt for some wild berries, that’s what we are, isn’t it?” With her eyes, she goaded him.

At last, Bobby inclined his head and gently kissed her. Their first proper kiss. Her eyelashes fluttered, resisting the closing, eager for a glimpse of his own lowered lashes and the expression he might wear, the potential war fought on the front that was his brow. Was that furrowing an indication of focus or restraint? His lips were already leaving hers and she hadn’t made up her mind.

She exhaled as he held her gaze. Then he held her chin as well, angling her face for their second kiss—or third, if the first had counted, she wasn’t sure. It was still terribly tender, the touch of his lips terribly light, the press of his thumb into her chin no harder than you’d hold a very ripe piece of fruit. Her mind was all peachy: fuzzy and blushing, yes, even there inside of her skull. It was oddly pleasant.

“Complaints?” he checked, drawing back, tracing his thumb below her lower lip.

She grinned up at him.

“Certainly not.”

“So.” He cleared his throat and said in a voice that was suddenly brisk, “Shall we go back up to the house?”

Frankie’s mouth fell open and Bobby’s hand dropped away.

“You had better be joking,” she snapped.

Slowly, a smile stole across his mouth. His arm came around her waist and the hand that had abandoned her chin found the middle of her back. She sulked for show, savouring the warmth of his palm through her dress.

“You’re nearly as bad as me,” she said.

“Good to hear you admit it.”

“Two peas, don’t you think?”

Something made her reach out a hand and trail her fingers down the row of small, dark buttons on his vest. Her hand halted over his stomach. She didn’t need to cover his heart; she could see its pounding in the way his chest rose and fell—quite far above her palm.

In the next instant, he had crushed her against him, kissing her faster, pulling her up on her toes. Her fingers gripped those buttons, clung to that vest. Here. Here was the boy who had gone off to sea and the man who had come home from it. Here was the boy who’d taken a spill on his bicycle and the man she’d been acutely aware of as he sat behind her in the saddle, refusing to hang on to her even as she urged the horse to go faster in the hope of producing that outcome. His patience, her provocations, this friction between them. Here. Frankie moaned and Bobby tugged her closer, pushing forward with his hips. Goodness. She snatched up his tie in her fist when he made to step away.

“Will I ever get to be the first to chastise you?” she demanded breathlessly. “You always seem to beat me to the punch.”

“And yet you always chastise me anyway,” he pointed out, face tilted down as regretful eyes summoned the courage to meet hers.

“I wasn’t going to this time.”

“You should.”

“Then that is society’s failing for not making me a primmer young lady. There’s not much I can do about it now.”

He looked at her. She gave his tie a little yank. He lowered his head and kissed her cautiously. Releasing his tie, she slid her hand to his collar where it lay against the back of his neck.

“It’s alright,” she whispered against his lips, and leaned into him since he would not lean into her.

She felt him again, stiff against her belly. Still, he was reluctant, as though he could hide from her the passion he had only just displayed. If the earlier gentleness described the whole of what Bobby was, then she wanted that, but he could not expect her to forget the urgency in how he’d taken her in his arms. He couldn’t fool her by pussyfooting now, only irritate her with his tiresome moat of good intentions lapping between them.

Once more, his hips shied back. Frankie huffed.

“Is there anything scoundrelly about you at all, or are you a perfect gentleman through and through?”

“I’m afraid it could be the latter.”

“Well then, Steve, I must warn you that I’m prepared to be scoundrel enough for the both of us.”

She saw his brows twitch together in thought, then, as she watched, he clamped his cap to his side under his arm. With two hands free, Bobby neatly loosened the knot of his tie. She took her hand back and he undid the top button of his shirt, turned up his collar, and slipped the tie free. Expression entirely sober, he folded the collar back into place. Even crossing a road in his blue pajamas could not make him look too badly disheveled, and yet the unfastening of a single button lent him an aspect that was utterly indecent. It could have been that he had done it with his own hands, and that she had been incapable of looking away while he had.

“Can’t let you do it on your own,” he explained.

She grinned.

“Your one weakness.”

They came together again—him clutching his cap and tie, her sneaking her hand inside his collar this time, smoothing her fingers over the warm nape of his neck. He broke the kiss when their lower halves met. For a moment, he panted against her cheek, but she waited in silence (a trial), and he returned his lips to hers with renewed vigour. There he was. Her man after all.

Frankie began to get hot, and she began to feel a bit weak in the ankles, not at all put on. He was curving over her, keeping her upright with his arms locked around her. She couldn’t help wondering what they might try if his arms were free. If he had the use of his hands.

“Perhaps a tree,” she suggested. He frowned in confusion and she clarified, “To lean back against.”

Bobby didn’t blush, but his face certainly wasn’t composed.

“If that’s what you want,” he said.

Frankie nodded. Bobby eyed the oak whose roots she’d pretended to fall over.

“It won’t do,” she told him. “The bark will flake and get my dress all dirty. We’d have to make up a ridiculous story that nobody would believe.”

“Or just say you backed into a tree by accident.”

“That’s even more ridiculous. I never do anything by accident.”

“No, my mistake.” He smirked at her.

“That’s alright,” she said loftily. “I think there’s a little copse of birch trees nearby, do you remember?”

He smiled.

“I do. I know where.”

Frankie tucked her bottom lip behind her teeth, pleased, as Bobby very naturally took her by the hand and led her to one of the places they’d played as children, when she’d sat demurely on the sofa indoors and then gone flying through the woods with him the minute she was unobserved. While he’d read Robert Louis Stevenson and Edgar Rice Burroughs and fashioned pirate forts and shinned up the very birches they sought, she’d scared the starlings and gotten sticks in her hair as she poked into brambles in a vain search for a rabbit to be her pet. What a happy time, the long days of summers with Bobby Jones.

He brought her to a silver stand and she circled it while he tucked his things into the crook where the branches split off. She sensed his eyes on her and tossed coy glances his way in response, trailing her fingers over the smooth, papery trunks. It was something she always did: darted to and from the feeling she got when their gazes connected. His look was so perennially fond, and she was rarely able to stare at it for too long. Like stargazing at the sun.

Her fingertips stuttered across an unexpected gouge in the bark and she stopped to look. She was beaming as she peered around the trunk and waved Bobby over.

“I don’t remember this,” she said.

He came around and looked where she pointed. It was still clear, the heart that cleaved into the pale surface, the initials at its center. B + F.

Bobby laughed in embarrassment, but it was too late for that. It could only have been his handiwork. She wouldn’t credit a denial.

He ran his fingers over the shallow cut.

“Guess I was always handy with a knife.”

“When did you do this?”

“Years ago, obviously. Definitely while you weren’t looking. You would’ve told me to scratch it out.”

“I would’ve told you the heart was a little lopsided.”

Bobby scrutinized his boyhood carving.

“It is not.”

She slipped into the narrow gap between him and the tree, pressing her back comfortably to the trunk and blinking up at him expectantly. He gave her a small smile. Then he bent down to her and it was even better than the times before, the physical promise of him, the span of him as he braced a hand against the tree above her head. His other hand found her waist and now his fingers kneaded her as though they were actively curious about the flesh beneath the fabric. She felt full of birdsong as their lips met again and again, her affection for him tumbling gaily down the hill of her heart. She put her hand to his cheek and knew that he belonged to her, knew it profoundly. Her lips parted and he kissed her more deeply.

The buttons of his vest continued to taunt her, and so she slipped them from their holes and flattened her shaking hand to Bobby’s shirtfront. He gathered her to him until his hand against her waist became a hand upon her hip and that hand upon her hip flexed and tensed, bunching her skirt.

Very soon, they would go too far.

They had gone too far already.

She didn’t want him to stop.

“Go on, Bobby,” she murmured to him, running her fingers over and over the placket of his shirt.

His hand drew up her skirt. She felt him stroke the silk slip she wore underneath. Thus far, he hadn’t touched the bare skin of her leg, but she could practically feel it tingling in anticipation.

Bobby rested his forehead against hers.

“When we were in port—when I was—I never did those things you think I did.”

Frankie smiled.

“Which things?”

“Any of them.” Her gaze went to his throat as he swallowed. “But I heard things.”

“How mysterious.”

He shut his eyes, exhaling through his nose.

“You’ll think I’m a cad.”

“I think you’re a prince.”

Up went the slip, draped over the back of his wrist as his fingertips swanned up her leg. He unclipped her right stocking; she felt it go slack. She recalled childhood memories of the Great War, her mother irritable when stockings had been difficult—and then impossible—to get, for love or money. She thought of sweethearts (she wouldn’t have had one, too flighty, too fearful of the empty gulf of eternity in the eyes of the young men shipping out to France and Flanders and Gallipoli) and photographs. A soggy snapshot of her in the breast pocket of a certain ocean-tossed naval officer. It was a thing that had never been, and thank god that was all over and that Bobby had been much too young to go, but the idea of it still romanced her: her image, carried close to his heart.

His hand closed around her naked thigh.

It stayed there while they kissed distractedly, overwhelmed by this new contact. It was as though he was concerned he’d lose his nerve if he let go and had to start over. That was what Frankie thought. But then he removed his hand from her person. She felt him doing something and pulled out of the kiss to investigate. He was undoing the cuffs of his shirt. He was rolling them up in tidy folds that brought his sleeves to just below his elbows. She couldn’t form the words that would jokingly inquire whether Lieutenant Jones was preparing for filthy hands, she could only study him, his practiced readying.

“Alright,” he said when he was done, and she didn’t know if it was a question, but she nodded.

The watch on Bobby’s wrist glinted in a ray of sunlight as he hitched his trousers and squatted before her. She could see the column of him beneath the wool and it thrilled her. Her palms went to the trunk of the tree. She didn’t know what it was that she was waiting for, but she knew that Bobby did, and somehow that was more exciting.

So unlike lifting the hood of a car, he felt underneath her skirts a second time and did his tinkering on her other stocking until it slouched like the first. He placed a hand on each of her bare thighs, silk and linen pooling at his elbows. His thumbs rubbed her skin. He shifted so that he was kneeling at her feet. Then, he shocked her by pressing his face to the crux of her legs. She gasped almost as much at the impulsiveness of his movement as at the impossible fact of him burying himself against her. Her dress was in the way, so there was a strange innocence to it, except that he held the back of her thighs—thighs that trembled—and that she could feel him breathing. She could feel him breathing where it had never occurred to her that he might.

Frankie wasn’t sure what to do besides pluck at her skirts, freeing them from how Bobby’s embrace had them trapped. She raised them inch by inch. He looked up into her eyes before her rucking could lift the fabric to the level of her hips, selectively honourable as he steadfastly held her gaze. She understood that he wouldn’t look without permission.

“On your mark, Lieutenant.”

Wearing a faint smile, he dropped his gaze. Ah, so he could blush, colour flushing his face as he looked and looked. Her arm hardly seemed attached to the rest of her body when she skimmed the back of her fingers down his neck. He glanced up at her. She bobbed her chin. His fingers tightened on her legs and he tilted forward, kissing her thigh with a simmering hunger. Hand flying to the back of his neck, she scraped her fingers up into his thick hair, all of the heat from before rushing back to her at once. His mouth barely left her skin between that kiss and the next, his lips dragging higher.

“So you don’t know what you’re doing?” she asked, because she must’ve heard wrong.

“Right.” He tipped his head back to meet her eye. “D’you want me to stop?”

“No, no,” she said weakly. “Do continue.”

Was it because she had teasingly accused him of cowardice up at the house that he was so bold with her here? His mouth crept higher; it was a challenge to judge exactly how high (she had closed her eyes) until his lips swept across the front of her knickers. With a twitch of her hand, she urged him closer. The pledge of his hot breath was fulfilled by the press of his open mouth. She panted, fingers raking aimlessly through his hair. Now, maybe, a lady more seasoned than she could have recognized in Bobby’s actions an amateur’s technique. To Frankie, it was all wonderful, all blazingly electric as the carnival lights, as pleasingly dizzying as a ride on the tilt-a-whirl. She was glad he had never done this before. She was insensible of any lack.

Through cream silk, she unmistakably felt his tongue.

“Take them off,” she muttered, cradling the back of his head. “Take them off, take them off.”

She trained her gaze aloft, watching the high green leaves flash like overturned playing cards and listening to the foul language Bobby uttered in an undertone. With quick, sure hands, he stripped the knickers down her legs. She let go of her dress in favour of the stability of his shoulder as he lifted one of her feet and then the other.

He hiked her dress in a fistful at her hip and surged forward, returning to her as she longed for him ever to return. She cried out as he hugged her to his face and applied his tongue to her again with reverent violence. He would rise to any occasion, she realized—dead bodies at the feet of cliffs, illicit rendezvous below the boughs where they had cavorted as children. There was a connective thread wound from bravery, duty, and decency that ran through everything Bobby Jones did, everything he was. She saw how he wanted so strongly to make her happy, how frequently he stepped aside because he thought it best, and yet how frequently he put himself at her disposal, protecting and partnering her without a second thought. She’d forgotten, somehow, in the years she’d spent away. She’d misplaced a youthful playmate and discovered a devoted lover.

Keeping her perpetually at the forefront of his awareness, he noticed before she did that her back was skidding down the tree; standing with her hips positioned forward compelled inferior balance.

“Turn around, Frankie, would you?” Bobby said.

His voice was gruff with something other than impatience. Even so, Frankie acted quickly, rotating and taking hold of the tree. A smile broke over her face as she confronted Bobby’s heart, their initials etched into the bark side by side. He pulled her hips back towards him. He pursued his goal so heartily that she thought her sailor might drown. It was doubly gratifying, then, to lose herself not long after: his mouth vanished and she heard his deep groan as his finger made an easy, rocking intrusion. Her call soared to the woody rafters.

She could feel him shaking as he got to his feet, a shiver in the fingers that righted her dress. Straightening, she encountered his chest at her back. He didn’t touch her in any other way while they stood there panting. Her gaze took the flightpath of a bumblebee, though it moved without any conscious design, hurrying over the striated bark before her and all the green in her peripherals. Her arms prickled with the suspense until she couldn’t stand it and spun around.

Bobby didn’t step back, not an inch, and Frankie nearly knocked her forehead against his chin. She raised her eyes and found his almost stern with desire. An uncomplicated young man—that was how the people of Marchbolt regarded him, but she knew it was only that he was so good at keeping so many things inside. He needn’t yearn for her any longer, she thought, not now. Frankie stretched up and kissed him on the cheek.

Immediately, his expression was younger, more carefree, sporting the sort of amusement she often saw there when she was trying hardest to make him take her seriously. But he wasn’t laughing at her, oh no. His hand rose and his fingers hesitated next to her face, eyes asking if he might be permitted. Hers said, Yes, you may, and he brushed back the styled wave of her hair, then stroked his knuckles down her cheek. When Frankie sighed contentedly, Bobby stooped to kiss her.

She sensed an intimacy between them that wasn’t precisely new—it was as though a wobbly wall within the charming old house of their friendship had collapsed to reveal another room which had existed in secret the entire time. It was simple: her feelings for him expanded to fill the space.

He held her closer as they kissed and she slipped a hand inside his open vest, following the strap of his braces down to his trousers. She curled her fingers into the waistband.

“It was enough,” he murmured, softly batting her hand away.

Yes, it had been enough for her—it had been more than enough, a pleasure unlike anything she’d ever experienced—but she couldn’t very well ignore what she felt when their bodies pressed together. That he still stood at the ready.

“Let me do it,” she coaxed, though she didn’t know exactly what, but who better to be at sea with than a sailor?

“No.”

“Bobby—”

“Lady Frances,” he replied pointedly.

She looked away from him, annoyed.

“I’m only Lady Frances when it suits you. Who was I a minute ago? You can’t treat me as if I were two different people.”

“It’s different.”

“It most certainly is not,” she argued, digging in.

“Please, Frankie,” Bobby said in his sensible tone. “Let me be at least a bit of a gentleman.”

She crossed her arms.

“We’ll negotiate the terms.”

He laughed in disbelief.

“We will not.”

“We will. Something has to be done.” Her gaze dipped. “It isn’t… it isn’t equitable.”

“You’re being ridiculous.”

“How dare you speak that way to a lady.” She could only maintain her scowl for a moment before a smile displaced it.

They stared at one another. For a while, Bobby put on a good show of immovability, crossing his arms to mirror her. What she had over him was a history of getting her own way; when he yielded to her, it felt perfectly natural from her end of things.

“Go back to the oak tree and wait for me there,” he said.

“I’ll go behind this one,” she countered, and reached out a hand to touch the trunk behind her. He gave her a weary look and she grinned. “Do you find me completely aggravating?”

He smiled.

“No.”

Frankie pushed away from the tree, wrapping her arms around Bobby’s neck and bringing his lips down to hers. It wasn’t a very good farewell kiss—not a tremendously effective one, anyway. From the start, drawing back was an unattractive choice; kissing Bobby Jones had quickly become her favourite activity. Any instinct he possessed to debate her she felt disintegrating as his arms encircled her. Nothing he refused himself was due to not wanting it, that was why she couldn’t just let him have his way.

When she finally tore herself away, backing off with sultry eyes, he stared after her. His expression made her vow upon vow.

She made herself scarce on the other side of the tree, disturbed only once: when Bobby cleared his throat and passed her the knickers he’d taken off her earlier. Frankie dressed herself, reattached her stockings, but mostly she rested her back against the trusty birch and listened.

He was making every effort to be quiet, she could tell, but there were the measured puffs of breath that sounded like attempts at self-control. And, of course, there were the low grunts he couldn’t prevent. Those coursed through her like a scalding drink, finding all the sensitive places inside her and burning. Into her ears, into her memory—because she wouldn’t forget this, not a chance. There was a rustling of fabric and a meaty smacking noise repeated at a frantic pace and Bobby huffing like he was in a footrace. He would be thinking of her, no doubt, and so it was only fair—only equitable—that she was thinking of him too, eyes closed and lips parted as she savoured each desperate inhalation and rasping groan.

And she knew he’d instructed her to wait at a distance…

And she knew it wasn’t right…

Edging around the tree, she was too nosy to feel much guilt. Her espadrilles weren’t meant for the bumpy ground at the base of trees. She snapped fallen twigs and scuffed through dead leaves. Nevertheless, amongst the natural noises of all sorts, she thought she might not be heard. She peeked at him and was startled by how undone he appeared, even in profile. Bobby’s face glowed with heat, mouth slack like a drunk. Her eyes moved over him, absorbing everything, glancing away in visceral prudishness and then back, twice as quickly, to the pumping of his arm. She didn’t need to be able to see his hand to understand.

Frankie was fixated on the jump of muscle exposed by his rolled-up sleeves, though not so fixated as to miss the instant Bobby’s head whipped around and he caught her spying. Her ability to react or so much as form a prediction of what might happen next was hopelessly delayed when her fearless, dependable Bobby didn’t look away. With the blurting of her name, his body jolted inward. The spasm scared her at first; the memory of him lurching and seizing at the carnival remained fresh in her mind. She staggered backwards to remove him from her sightline, then pressed a hand to her chest, calming her heart, letting out a light laugh as she slumped back against the tree.

Now she would be amenable. Now she would wait.

“I can’t believe you looked!” he called over to her.

“I can’t believe you thought I wouldn’t!”

“You’ll have to marry me now,” he dared.

Frankie felt along the birch’s delicately peeling bark until she found the heart.

“If you ask me better than that,” she challenged, tracing the curve, “I might say yes.”

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[notmuchtoconceal]

i liked shattered memories on the wii a lot when it came out.

the other western silent games didn't look interesting, cause they seemed to be trying to fill in lore details to appease a rational, linear sensibility, and i feel the intrigues upon intrigues and deep immersion in the esoteric which marks the storytelling of the original four is far more interesting for the ways it forces you to study and think for yourself.

i never liked things that spoon-fed me easy answers, like it was a cute lil bedtime story to make me stop asking questions and go to sleep.

the other western silent hill games looked like they only had a superficial understanding of what silent hill was about, y'know -- rust, grime, busty nurse monsters, adversarial platonic solids, and akira yamaoka oscillating between bouncy seductive vocal rock tracks and hard dissonant industrial soundscapes of infinitely unfurling pain.

shattered memories came out in a time before the reboot cycle had fully cemented itself as the norm and the phrase "reimagining" did not yet have to be sectioned off by the latent treachery of a scary airquote.

think at the time i still predominately assessed the worth of a story by how well it was fully explicable to the conscious.

i'm not sure why i arbitrarily decided this is what made for a good story. think young men just know they need to set standards for themselves to trick themselves into upholding their own values, but then wise young men become unwise by lacking understanding of their own motives and thinking their games need to extend to other people.

since that's how i felt about stories, and silent hill's story was about capturing the emotional experience of being a traumatized girl with a split psyche extensively gaslit and tortured by her overbearing witchcraft-practicing religious mother -- but like... you're experiencing it from her adopted dad's perspective who is a rational writer who very heartfeltly and passionately wanders around in a fog of obscurity being confused and lied-to and strung along ... it was too deep, bro.

there is a narrative here, and because it is fundamentally about the occult, you cannot engage with its mechanics directly, and so there are layers and layers of subjective emotional entanglement piled on-top, and to parse the structure you must parse the character, for the whole will only be revealed in the simultaneous mastery of its component parts.

so, at the time, the idea of telling a different story using the original silent hill's setting and characters, but with a different gameplay style and aesthetic ... something more in-keeping with the rational, conscious, therapeutic. that seemed more interesting to begin with, for it would seem to almost promise something more original, and ultimately it does.

truth is, i don't care what -- if any -- relation shattered memories might have to the original. metatextually, it makes perfect sense. cheryl is a woman now on her third life, her father is dead.

throw her in another backwards world. "the real world".

why is her therapist the kauffman character? why is the sleezy doc who got alessa's nurse hooked on dope now her shrink? why is he browbeating her so hard to listen to him at the end? throwing his drink and insisting she listen, insisting her mother isn't a monster?

is this capturing something of how cheryl's past medical experiences were all marked by manipulation and deceit to keep her shackled to her abuser? is this another man in another time who only shares a name earnestly pleading with a self-destructive girl to come out of her cocoon?

if the two share no relation whatsoever, what is implied, and what do we suggest, by the incidental feature of them sharing a name and face? we read forward into this, but should we also read this backward?

how can we not, when it posits itself as an "official" entry?

You know for yourself the world of a narrative is an imprinting of the mind of its maker. If there's a reality beyond the template which pressed it, those are secrets which inform what has been made and are mere tendrils of probability. When you are in the world of the narrative, you are bringing things to it, making it more real to you as you imprint on it.

What a corporation says doesn't mean anything.

It'll effect things like house style, how they regularize flavor text, what details they prioritize going forward -- until they find something better.

Why would a current property holder know more than the original maker? Why do you think it makes sense to normalize living in an alternate world where the foundational work of inspiration is now merely pseudo-canonical. To whom are you pledging your loyalty?

Does it please you to think of the status-quo as some splendid garden?

A decapitation there, an uprooting here.

We're all invested in the fun little violence of keeping things the same.

Sit there and think about how you can do violence ~

simply by choosing to do nothing at all!

#silent hill #shattered memories #wii #metatextuality #cheryl? #sweetie? #*continues to stare into the toilet*

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To combat laser weapons, USAF improves pilots' eye protection

Fernando Valduga By Fernando Valduga 12/02/2023 - 13:00 in Military

The Human Systems Division of the U.S. Air Force Lifecycle Management Center is in the process of updating goggles for crews operating several USAF aircraft around the world.

Composed of eight different devices and known as the Block 3 product family, the glasses will provide protection against laser threats and introduce for the first time a combined capacity of ballistic and laser protection. Eyewear devices include separate day and night glasses, ballistic glasses and visors designed for integration with night vision glasses. The devices will be available to all crews, except those operating U-2 and F-35 Lightning II aircraft. The type of eye protection the crew will receive will depend on the mission.

“If you are flying low and slow or hovering like a helicopter or CV-22 Osprey, the crew would prefer to have ballistic protection, as well as laser protection. However, if you are on a fighter or flying a bomber at high altitude, the chances of needing ballistic protection are not so high. We also worked with the U.S. intelligence community, which provided an assessment of the threats faced by air crew members,” Beer said. “We used this information to determine what we needed to protect ourselves against and what eye protection technologies we needed to adopt,” said Mark Beer, deputy manager of the Air Crew Laser Eye Protection Program program.

Cases of "lazing" - laser pointers pointed at aircraft pilots - have increased in recent years, according to the Federal Aviation Administration (FAA) and the U.S. Air Force Office of Special Investigations. In 2022 alone, there were 9,500 incidents throughout the country.

"Eye health is very important for our pilots. The consequences of being hit by a laser without adequate protection can not only prevent the pilot from flying and landing an aircraft safely, but can also cost them their career. Therefore, our goal is to ensure that the right glasses are available to everyone. We work closely with the Air Force Research Laboratory (AFRL) in this effort. AFRL researchers were instrumental in the pre-engineering phase of manufacturing and development and in experiments with dye and filter technologies," said Captain Pete Coats, chief manager of the laser eye protection program for crews of the Human Systems Division.

Along with improved protection, night glasses will allow more natural light through the lenses, increasing the visibility of crew members. A key part of the development of glasses has been partnerships with stakeholders. More than 42,000 devices will be fielded for Air Force units by 2027.

The Air Force Life Cycle Management Center (AFLCMC), based at Wright-Patterson Air Base, is designed to provide a single face and voice to customers, manage weapon systems throughout their life cycles, and simplify and consolidate personnel functions and processes to reduce redundancy and increase efficiency. In addition, the operational structure of the AFLCMC provides a framework for decision-making and process optimization throughout the life cycle of the weapons system.

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Aviation photographer and pilot since 1992, has participated in several events and air operations, such as Cruzex, AirVenture, Dayton Airshow and FIDAE. He has work published in specialized aviation magazines in Brazil and abroad. Uses Canon equipment during his photographic work in the world of aviation.

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[aurumproptech]

How VR And AR Are Reshaping The Real Estate Industry

In the rapidly evolving landscape of technology, the real estate sector has been at the forefront of adopting cutting-edge innovations to optimise processes and enhance customer experiences. Among the most impactful advancements are virtual reality (VR) and augmented reality (AR), which have disrupted traditional real estate practices by offering immersive and interactive solutions. In this blog, we delve into the technical aspects of how virtual and augmented reality in the real estate industry are shaping the industry.

Understanding VR and AR

Virtual Reality (VR) is a technology that creates a simulated, computer-generated environment where users can immerse, interact and navigate through the digital space, creating a highly engaging experience. Augmented Reality (AR), on the other hand, enhances the real-world environment by overlaying digital content, such as images, videos, or 3D models, onto the user's view of the physical world. Unlike VR, AR does not replace the real world but augments it with additional information or interactive elements. Property tech companies are trying to capitalize on this to bring about advances in the real estate industry.

Following are the different ways in which AR & VR is transforming the real estate industry:

Immersive virtual property tours: Virtual Reality in real estate has revolutionised the way a property is viewed and experienced. It enables potential buyers to participate in immersive virtual property tours. Virtual tours provide an incredibly realistic experience, encouraging prospective buyers to navigate through different rooms, assess property layouts, and gauge spatial dimensions. This is not only time and travel-efficient for the buyers, but it also streamlines the property search process eradicating the middlemen and unnecessary procedures leading to higher customer satisfaction.

Augmented visualisation and personalisation: Augmented Reality (AR) in the real estate industry has empowered real estate developers and agents to enrich property showcases through augmented visualisation and personalisation. VR and AR technologies equip real estate developers to showcase properties in innovative ways, allowing buyers to customise interior designs, room layouts, and even furniture arrangements. This level of personalisation enhances buyers with a comprehensive understanding of the potential of a property, thereby increasing their propensity to make a purchase decision.

Remote Collaboration and Multi-User Interaction The integration of VR and AR in real estate has facilitated remote collaboration and multi-user interaction. Geographically dispersed stakeholders, including buyers, agents, and developers, can now engage in virtual meetings and property walkthroughs in real time. This capability has broadened the market for real estate developers, attracting a global pool of potential buyers and investors. As a result, properties can be marketed to a wider audience, increasing the likelihood of sale.

Accelerating the Sales Cycle VR and AR are revolutionising the real estate sales cycle by expediting the decision-making process. By bolstering prospective buyers with in-depth virtual property experiences, these technologies accelerate efficient evaluations and comparisons. Consequently, buyers can make more informed decisions, shortening the overall sales cycle. The benefits are two-fold, as developers experience reduced holding costs, while buyers enjoy faster property acquisition. Additionally, AR-powered smart contracts and blockchain integration hold the potential to streamline the purchase process further, eliminating intermediaries and enhancing transaction security

Off-Plan Property Visualisation and Pre-Sale Marketing: For developers marketing off-plan properties, VR and AR serve as powerful tools to showcase unfinished projects to potential buyers. Through realistic virtual representations of the completed project, buyers can gain insight into the final appearance, layouts, and surroundings. They can visualize the property's appearance, understand its spatial layout, and experience different views. This level of visualization helps developers generate interest and secure early sales, even before the project is completed.

Empowering Real Estate Agents with Enhanced Data Insights Virtual and augmented reality technologies empower real estate agents by providing them with access to enhanced data insights and analytics. By analyzing user behaviour within VR/AR environments, agents can gain valuable information on buyer preferences, interactions, and engagement patterns. This data-driven approach enables personalized and targeted marketing strategies, resulting in more effective lead generation and higher conversion rates. Moreover, AI-driven algorithms can identify buyer trends, predict demand patterns, and assist agents in providing personalized property recommendations to potential buyers.

Conclusion: Virtual and augmented reality have ushered in a new era for the real estate industry, offering immersive experiences and transforming traditional processes. From virtual property tours to personalized visualizations, these technologies have streamlined the way properties are bought and sold. They have empowered buyers with greater control and understanding of their potential investment, while also benefiting real estate developers and agents with increased efficiency and market reach. As technology continues to evolve, we can expect virtual and augmented reality to play an even more significant role in building the future of the real estate market, bringing buyers and sellers closer than ever before. Explore the future of real estate with Aurum Proptech! Immerse yourself in cutting-edge virtual and augmented reality experiences that revolutionize property transactions. From virtual tours to personalized visualizations, we're shaping the future of real estate. Don't miss out—visit our website now: Aurum Proptech. Your next property adventure awaits!

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