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Jordan Peterson Explains Himself - Today, Explained (podcast)
"These aren't straightforward issues. And they're going to cause some heat and noise when they're ironed out. Conversations don't have to be easy to be worthwhile."
vox  jordan-peterson  politics  arguments  philosophy 
11 days ago by actualitems
google/python-fire: Python Fire is a library for automatically generating command line interfaces (CLIs) from absolutely any Python object.
GitHub is where people build software. More than 27 million people use GitHub to discover, fork, and contribute to over 80 million projects.
cli  arguments  python  google  fast.ai  deep-learning 
15 days ago by nharbour
Destructuring and Function Arguments
In essence this demonstrates the concept of using curly braces syntax to assign a given object's properties to variable without explicitly using var or let statements. Furthermore, to use this syntax in function calls.

E.g.

// A sample object
const myObject = { x: 1, y: 2 };

// Destructuring
const { x, y } = myObject;
// x is 1, y is 2
blog  tutorial  davidwalsh  javascript  es6  es2015  destructuring  function  arguments  objects  babel  properties  toread  tolearn  tounderstand 
17 days ago by racl101
AI providers will increasingly compete with management consultancies - Leave it to the experts
If companies want to get products rolled out quickly, they have to work with multiple vendors, says Mr Lippert of MetLife. That may be good for startups, which can be nimble. But the incumbent tech firms’ size, computing infrastructure, proprietary data and balance-sheets give them an unassailable advantage. “Right now everyone thinks they can win. The field will become considerably less democratic,” predicts Martin Reeves of Boston Consulting Group. Having used AI to boost their own fortunes, the incumbents will move on to selling the technology to customers who may become AI-fuelled giants in their own right.
tech  decentralization  arguments 
19 days ago by corrales
The Reflection of Stars
As a resident of King Satsuki’s palace, you were often in contact with his friends and fellow royals. These friends included the infamous flirt and prince, Ryoichi. He was a man of great talent - a master of the written word, hard to understand, and even harder to ignore. Of two things, however, you were absolutely certain.

One, he would tease you until the day you died.

Two, he would /never/ fall in love with you.
Voltage-Inc.  SitSC  Ryoichi/Reader  author:drawthecurtainstarttheplay  romance  angst-with-a-happy-ending  emotional-hurt/comfort  NSFW  reader-insert  AU  Royal-AU  flirting  denial  jealousy  jealous!Reader  pining  pining!Reader  mutual-pining  voyeurism  accidental-voyeurism  obliviousness  oblivious!Reader  arguments  indirect-love-confessions  kissing  nipple-play  caresses  avoidance  realisation-of-feelings  crying  love-confessions  hugs  kisses  loss-of-virginity  cunnilingus  vaginal-sex  clitoral-stimulation  fic  site:Tumblr  word-count:5-10k   
21 days ago by SHSL_Fangirl
The Words I Didn't Say
Hogwarts Eighth year is dull until rumours of Harry Potter's death spread around the school. However, the Eighth Years aren't having it. Draco Malfoy teams up with former DA members to seek out Harry Potter, but is it too late?
“But how?” Draco asked. “How could you forgive someone like me? I’m a bad person, Harry. I—”

“What do you think about your role in the war?” Harry asked, which hardly seemed to correlate with the subject. Through squinted eyes, Draco looked at Harry, saying, “I regretted everything I did to hurt—”

“Bad people don’t know how to regret, but good people who made terrible decisions do,” Harry said, cupping Draco’s pale, gaunt cheek.
Harry-Potter  Draco/Harry  post-DH  Hogwarts-Eighth-Year  romance  angst-with-a-happy-ending  mystery  emotional-hurt/comfort  minor-Ron/Hermione  minor-Harry/Ginny  Draco-POV  disappearances  guilt  crying  arguments  perceptive!Hermione  pining  pining!Draco  spells:charms  Protean-Charm  grief  panic-attacks  funerals  love-confessions  trope:I-Thought-You-Were-Dead  faking-death  Polyjuice-Potion  caresses  immortality  shapeshifting  spells:Transfiguration  Animagi  Animagus!Harry  Animagus:owl  eavesdropping  hugs  observation  kissing  fic  site:AO3  word-count:5-10k   
27 days ago by SHSL_Fangirl
Feel You in My Bones
There would have been nothing unusual about the dreams at all, really, if Morty hadn't woken after each and every one with a fierce and unrelenting erection.
Morty was surprised how much it hurt when he finally realised that he wasn't Rick's original Morty. It struck him in the center of his chest and spread to the tips of his fingers, a strange sort of grief.

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Late one night, as he lay in bed not sleeping, Morty's phone rang. The number was long and unfamiliar, and his blood stopped cold.

"Hello?" Morty answered quickly, and hoped his voice wouldn't sound as desperate through the receiver as it did in the loneliness of his room.

No voice answered, only the muffled honking of passing cars and heavy footsteps falling on pavement. Distantly, the 'aga blagh blagh' of a loud Garblovian could be heard.

Morty felt heavy with all the things that he wanted to say, but none of them seemed to make it any further than the tip of his tongue.

"Come home, Rick." He said at last, a simple, fervent plea.

A long, pained exhale was the only reply, and the line cut out.

Morty let the phone fall out of his hand and on to the pillow, feeling somehow more hollow than before.

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The next day at school, as Morty watched his feet fall on the hall's checkered laminate floor, something Rick had once said to him swam unbidden to the forefront of his mind. '/It goes without saying that the Rickest Rick would have the Mortiest Morty/,' the voice rang in his head. Morty felt like an idiot. He should have known, even then, that Rick wasn't talking about him.

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"You're my grandson." Rick replied at last, soft and sober. "It's wrong."

Morty was shocked, before bursting into laughter, loud and harsh. Of all the excuses he had expected from Rick, this was the worst.  

Morty knew about grandparents. They were lame Christmas presents under the tree, awkward Thanksgiving dinners across an unfamiliar table, birthday cards in the mail. They were lipstick-smearing kisses and 'look at how much you've grown', or 'how old are you now, my boy?' or 'you look so like your father did at your age'. Rick was about as far away from being a grandparent as you could get.

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"I'm not even 'your' Morty!" He shouted, suddenly furious. "That-that eye patch Morty, that 'evil' Morty," he took a deep, shuddering breath, and thought, /I'm finally saying it/. "He's your real Morty, isn't he? I'm just a - a replacement!"

A dark cloud passed over Rick's face, and all the gentleness in him was gone.

"Is that fuck - is that what you fucking think?" Rick thundered, and Morty took a hasty step back. "You think I-I-I - that I /abandoned/ my real grandson in that fucking Morty-torture dimension and what, murdered your grandpa to steal his family?"

/Well, yes/, Morty thought, all his confidence shaken.

"H-he, what he did, the way he looked at you," Morty stammered. "He hates you-"

"He hates /every/ Rick," Rick retorted bitingly. "Because his Rick was some evil asshole who - who didn't keep his distance, okay? Who took more than - who got too fucking close!"

Realisation dawned on Morty in a terrible, long sweep.

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"It won't be enough." Rick ground out, as though every word were painful to say. "Whatever you give me, i-it won't - I'll want more. I want it all."

"I know." He said. He'd always known. Once would never be enough, for either of them.

"I'm a selfish bastard, Morty." Rick threatened. "I'll take it. I'll take what I want from you."

"It's already yours." Morty replied, reaching for the collar of his coat.

Rick's expression faltered. Morty could see the cogs in his brain turning at light speed, searching for the right thing to say to make him understand. "I'm not going to keep saying no, Morty."

"Then don't." Morty said, as he dragged Rick's mouth back down to meet his own.

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"This isn't gonna have a happy ending, Morty." Rick's voice rumbled beside him. "It'd have to be a secret, from everyone we know."

"Yeah." Morty replied. He had been keeping secrets for as long as he could remember.

"And I'm not getting any younger. Well, unless Operation Phoenix 2.0 succeeds-"

"Rick, listen." Morty interrupted, turning his head to look at his grandfather's face. "I'm not here with you because you're, like, the best choice out of a list of - of viable candidates, okay? There's no one else. Never going to be anyone else, I think. And I've... I'm okay with that. I mean, shit, Rick, how many people ever get what we have, anyway? O-our adventures, if they've taught me anything, it's that there's so little happiness in the universe, you can't let any of it slip away, you know? And this, being here with you... this makes me happy."

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The Citadel was, as always, filled with Ricks and Mortys milling about together, standing, sitting, talking. But now Morty saw, there was something off about them; in the way they angled their bodies toward each other, a subtle difference in the nature of their expressions, a softness reflected in their eyes.

/It can't be/-

"Hey, come on, buddy," the Morty behind him complained. "You're, you know, you're holding up the line here."

"You're going to have to wait a moment, sir," the Security Morty replied. "This Morty hasn't written a date night into his contract yet."

"What?" A Morty further down the queue piped up. "Y-you gotta have at least one date night, man. And like, w-what are your signals? How are you gonna know when you're needed in the garage and when you're '/needed in the garage/'? You gotta think about this stuff!"

"Yeah!"

"Come on, man!"

"Get your shit together!"

At the Security Morty's insistence, Morty stepped out of the line, contract held weakly in his hands as orders to review his requests echoed dully in his ears.

Morty found his Rick standing in the center of the grounds, indelicately rinsing his mouth out with the contents of his flask and spitting into a nearby water fountain.

"Guess we all caved." Rick said as Morty approached him, completely unsurprised.

"We..." Morty breathed, as all around them, for every conceivable dimension within the central finite curve, there stood a Rick and a Morty, hovering just a little too close, gazing at each other just a little too long. "Were we the last ones?"

"Looks like it." Rick belched, kicking his heel against the side of the fountain, dislodging a sapling from the sole of his shoe.

Morty couldn't believe it. Somehow, in the space of a single day, they had gone from being completely irredeemable perverts to something approaching normality. He regarded the crowd with wonder, felt tension begin to ease itself from his shoulders as his gaze caught on one Rick in particular, holding his Morty's hand somewhat sheepishly.

"Ugh, how embarrassing." Rick groused beside him. "Hey, Z-501! You carry his pu/OHU/rse for him too?" He called, and loudly imitated the sound of a whip cracking.

Morty couldn't help but laugh, and Rick grinned at him in response, held his gaze. It was love, Morty realised then. Their own fucked up, messy version of it, but love all the same.

Morty turned away. "Wow, these Mortys," he said, clearing his throat. "They're really making some changes around here, huh, Rick?"

"Yeah, w-who knows?" Rick said. "Maybe they'll get their shit together, start the, uh, Interdimensional Council of Mortys." He shrugged, taking a swill from his flask and swishing it around his mouth again. "Anything is possible."

"Yeah," Morty smiled. "Anything is possible."

Morty leaned into Rick's side, and felt the man's hand come to rest on the small of his back. It was warm, as natural as breathing, ever so slightly possessive, and it made Morty's heart sing.

"Yo, C-137! Get a ro/OUO/om, loser!"
Rick-and-Morty  Rick/Morty  author:E707  episode:Close-Rick-counters-of-the-Rick-Kind  episode:Get-Schwifty  episode:The-Wedding-Squanchers  episode:The-Rickshank-Redemption  romance  angst-with-a-happy-ending  hurt/comfort  humour  minor-Morty/OC  alternate-Ricks/Mortys  incest  underage  aged-up-character/s  timeskips  dreams  awkward-boners  pining  pining!Morty  mutual-pining  Evil-Morty  deduction  R&M-adventures  fantasies  attacks  coughing  blood  near-death  arguments  nightmares  feigning-sleep  wet-dreams  alternate-dimension-selves  heavily-drunk!Rick  accidents  pushing/shoving  kissing  vomiting  physical-support  accidental-sleep  avoidance  disappearances  significant-departures  running-away  phone-calls  confrontations  punching  Spanish  confessions  misunderstandings  kisses  sexual-content  blowjobs  frottage  anal-fingering  anal-sex  possessiveness  possessive!Rick  caresses  cuddling  Citadel-of-Ricks  fic  site:AO3  word-count:10-20k      ! 
5 weeks ago by SHSL_Fangirl
Romance is Dead
Morty goes to college and thinks about Rick's feelings for him.
“D-do you think you’re gonna be, gonna be allowed to keep going on adventures with me if y-y-you come home stumbling drunk? Do you even know what’s in here, Morty? You’ve got no tolerance, Morty, you’ll be drunk as a skunk.”

“Maybe I-I don’t /want/ to go on adventures with you anymore, Rick, ever think of that?” Morty half-yelled, wishing Rick wasn’t right about his low tolerance.

Rick’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “Why wouldn’t you want to go anymore, Morty?”

Mouth dropping open, Morty scoffed and asked, “Really? Y-you have no idea why I wouldn’t, wouldn’t want to come along with you anymore?”

“Is this about you going off to college, Morty, because that’s not going to stop our adventures, you know? I-I can portal to your school and pick you up-“

“No, Rick, Jesus, I don’t want you to come pick me up at school!” Morty said hotly. “I don’t want to g-go anywhere else with you!”

Rick was silent for a long moment, long enough for Morty to bristle with anger again, before saying, “It’s about the kiss.” It wasn’t a question.

Morty’s face flushed, hearing Rick say it out loud. “D-duh.”

Heaving out a sigh, Rick drank deeply from his flask. “Goddamn M-Morty, you’re such a little-URP-such a little bitch. Just get over it already.”

A crazed look came into Morty’s eyes and he twisted in his seat to face Rick. “/Get over it/? Y-y-you kissed me! You’re my f-fucking grandpa and you kissed me!”

Rick brought the spaceship to an abrupt halt. “Listen, /Morty/, d-don’t read into things so much. A kiss, that ain’t no thang. It was nothing. It meant nothing.”

The statement hit Morty like a punch in the gut. He could still remember the feeling of Rick’s wet, chapped lips on his, his warm tongue probing his mouth, Rick’s hands fisted in his shirt. He’d spent the better part of two weeks agonizing over it, the wrongness of it, the way it’d made him feel to be kissed by his grandfather, trying to decipher his feelings about it, and now Rick was telling him it didn’t /matter/? “F-fuck you, Rick.”
Rick-and-Morty  Rick/Morty  author:itsnotmeitsyouxxx  romance  angst-with-a-happy-ending  emotional-hurt/comfort  humour  minor-Morty/Jessica  incest  aged-up-character/s  strained/broken-friendships  arguments  flirting  university/college  pining  pining!Morty  mutual-pining  texting  fantasies  reconciliation  sexting  sexual-content  masturbation  dirty-pictures  caresses  jealousy  jealous!Rick  kissing  dirty-talk  licking/sucking  nipple-stimulation  blowjobs  praise-kink  kisses  cuddling  misunderstandings  parties/celebrations  possessiveness  possessive!Rick  hugs  teasing  begging  anal-fingering  anal-sex  handjobs  site:AO3  word-count:5-10k   
5 weeks ago by SHSL_Fangirl

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