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literaryvein-reblogs · 2 months ago

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Writing Notes: Poison

References (Forms, Actions & Examples of Poison; Route of Administration; Some Symptoms; What to do if a Poisoning Happens)

400 years back, Paracelsus stated that, “All substances are poisons; there is none which is not a poison.”

If the right dose is taken, it could become a remedy, otherwise poisonous.

Poison - a substance which when administered, inhaled or swallowed by living organism causes ill effects on the body. It is defined also as a medicine in a toxic dose. Toxic substance may be solid, liquid, gas or any environmental agent.

Forms of Poison

Physical form: Gaseous/volatile/vaporous forms of poisons act faster than liquid poisons as they are quickly absorbed. Similarly, liquid poisons act faster than solid poisons. Gaseous or volatile > liquid > solid. For solid poisons, powdered poisons act quickly than the lumps. For example, there are certain seeds that escape the gastrointestinal tract as they are solid, but when crushed, they can be fatal. For solids: powdered > lumps

Chemical form: Few substances like mercury or arsenic are not poisonous as they are insoluble and cannot be absorbed when they are in combination with other substances like mercuric chloride, arsenic oxide, etc. In other cases, the action is vice versa. For example, there are some substances that become inert in combination with silver nitrate and hydrochloric acid and are deadly and poisonous when present in pure forms.

Mechanical combination: The effect of poisons is significantly altered when they are combined with inert substances.

Action of Poisons

Local action: Direct action on the affected site of the body. Examples include irritation and inflammation in strong mineral acids and alkalis, congestion and inflammation by irritants, the effect on motor and sensory nerves, etc.

Remote action: Affects the person due to absorption of that poison into the system of that person. For example, alcohol is absorbed in the system and then it affects the person.

Local and remote actions: Some poisons can affect both local and remote organs. Thus, they not only affect the area with contact to the poison but also cause toxic effect after absorption into the system.

General action: The absorbed poison affects more than one system of the body, for example, mercury, arsenic, etc.

Route of Administration

The route of administration is the path through which a drug, toxin, or poison is taken or administered into the body of a person which is distinguished by the location where any drug is applied. It is mostly classified on the basis of its target:

Topical—has a local effect

Enteral—has a wide effect, i.e., affect the whole system

Parental—follows a systemic action

Poisons are given or taken so that death can occur at once by shock due to stoppage of body’s vital systems.

Route of administration plays a very important role in determination of death by poison as time in which death occurs are fastest in inhaled poisons, relatively slow in injected and lastly when ingested orally.

Some Symptoms

Sore throat

Trouble breathing

Drowsiness, irritability, or jumpiness

Nausea, vomiting, or stomach pain without fever

Lip or mouth burns or blisters

Unusual drooling

Strange odors on breath

Unusual stains on clothing

Seizures or unconsciousness

Examples

Poisons Based on Mode of Action

1. Corrosive poisons

Strong Acid - sulfuric acid, nitric acid, hydrochloric acid

Strong Base - sodium hydroxide, potassium hydroxide, ammoniumhydroxide

2. Irritant poisons

(a) Inorganic:

Metallic - lead, arsenic, mercury, antimony, copper, zinc

Non-metallic - chlorine, bromine, iodine

(b) Organic:

Vegetable - croton oil, castor oil

Animal - snake venom, scorpion venom, spider venom

3. Neurotic poisons

Cerebral - alcohol, opium, barbiturates, benzodiazepines

Spinal - strychnine

Peripheral - curare

4. Cardiac poisons

5. Asphyxiants - CO2, CO

Poisons Based on Medicolegal Classification

Homicidal poisons - aconite, abrus precatorius, strychnos nux vomica

Suicidal poisons - opium, barbiturate, organophosphorous, organochloro compounds

Accidental poisons - snake bite, CO, dhatura's seeds as it resembles capsicum seeds

Abortifacient poisons - quinine, calotropis

Stupefying agents - dhatura, chloral hydrate

Agents used to cause body injury - corrosive acids

Cattle poison - abrus precatorius, calotropis

Used for malingering - semicarpus anacardium

Poisons Based on Toxico-analytical Classification

1. Gaseous poisons: methanol, ethanol, benzene, toluene, acetone

2. Volatile substances: ethane, butane

3. Organic Non-volatile substances:

Drugs - opiates and synthetic narcotics, sedatives and hypnotics, stimulants, depressants

Pesticides - insecticides, fungicides, herbicides, rodenticides, nematocides

4. Metallic poisons: arsenic, lead, mercury, antimony, zinc, copper

5. Anion poisons: bromide, cyanide, fluoride, hypochlorite, nitrate, phosphate, sulfide, sulfate

Poisons Based on Physical State

1. Solid: lead, arsenic, mercury

2. Liquid:

Organic - ethanol, methanol, chloroform, acetone

Inorganic - liquid ammonia, liquid sulfur dioxide

3. Gaseous: carbon dioxide, carbon monoxide

Poisonous Fumes or Gases

In the home, poisonous fumes can be emitted from the following sources:

A car running in a closed garage

Leaky gas vents

Wood, coal, or kerosene stoves that are not working properly

Mixing bleach and ammonia together while cleaning, which makes chloramine gas

Strong fumes from other cleaners and solvents

Common Household Products

Oily hydrocarbon products are thin and slippery and can easily suffocate if the substances are drawn into the lungs when ingested. The products can cause chemical pneumonia by coating the inside of the lungs. Products that are required to have a safety lid include:

Baby oils

Sunscreens

Nail enamel dryers

Hair oils

Bath, body, and massage oils

Makeup removers

Some automotive chemicals (gasoline additives, fuel injection cleaners, and carburetor cleaners)

Cleaning solvents (wood oil cleaners, metal cleaners, spot removers, and adhesive removers)

Some water repellents containing mineral spirits used for decks, shoes, and sports equipment

General-use household oil

Gun-cleaning solvents containing kerosene

Oil products that are thicker and more "syrupy" are not as problematic, since they are not as easily inhaled into the lungs.

What to do if a poisoning happens

Swallowed poisons

Stay calm, act quickly, and follow these guidelines:

Get the poison away

If the substance is still in the mouth, make them spit it out or remove it with your fingers (keep this along with any other evidence of what was swallowed)

Do not make them vomit

Do not follow instructions on packaging regarding poisoning because these are often outdated. Instead, call Poison Help to get connected to a local poison center.

Take or send the poison container with you to help the healthcare provider find out what was swallowed.

Poisons on the skin

If someone spills a chemical on his or her body, remove his or her clothes and rinse the skin with lukewarm—not hot—water.

If the area shows signs of being burned, continue rinsing for at least 15 minutes, no matter how much they may protest.

Then call the poison control center for further advice.

Do not use ointments or grease.

Poison in the eye

Flush the eye by holding the eyelid open and pouring a steady stream of lukewarm—not hot—water into the inner corner of the eye.

If this is a child, you may need help from another adult to hold the child while you rinse the eye.

Continue flushing the eye for 15 minutes, and call the poison control center for further instructions.

Do not use an eyecup, eyedrops, or ointment unless the poison center tells you to do so.

Poisonous fumes or gases

If someone breathes in fumes or gases, get him or her into fresh air right away.

If they are breathing without a problem, call the poison center for further instructions.

If they are having difficulty breathing, call 911 or your local emergency service (EMS).

If they have stopped breathing, start CPR and do not stop until they breathe on their own or someone else can take over.

If you can, have someone call 911 right away.

If you are alone, perform CPR for 2 minutes and then call 911.

Be prepared for a poisoning emergency by posting the poison center telephone number by every telephone in your home.

Sources: 1 2 3 ⚜ Writing Notes & References

Writing Notes: Fictional Poisons

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britt-kageryuu · 2 months ago

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Donnie and Mikey are starting another stream with a cooking segment.

"Okay, everyone we're going to be doing some dip n dots type recipes with Nitroglycerin!"

"As interesting of an idea as it would be to cook with explosives. You are incorrect on the name Mandarin."

"Nitrous Oxide!"

"That's Laughing Gas. And not something you want to mix with food."

"Nitro... nitro... whatever!!"

"Sigh. Liquid Nitrogen, is what you're searching for. An extremely cold liquid that turns into a gas when introduced to room temperature. And is quite dangerous to work with when not using proper precautions." Donnie says while pulling into frame a large canister wrapped in insulating fabric. "Don't want to give yourself something close to frostbite or freezer burn."

Mikey nods his head while Donnie gives these warnings, "Yeah, it's not that you shouldn't try this at home. It's more, have someone who knows what they're doing help you with these experiments."

Mikey then goes to grab a cooler and a variety of bowls/containers.

"To be very very honest, that's two verys, we got this idea from another channel where they made cursed flavored icecream. They also made a video trying to make their own dip n dots, that we will be doing ourselves today." Donnie says as they set up an odd looking drip system above another insulated canister. "We've put together our setup based on what they did," Donnie pauses to look around the counter, "Did you not get the blender or food processor?"

Mikey goes wide eyed a bit then scrambles around the kitchen set, going through the different cabinets and bigger drawers, before running off stage.

"I LEFT THEM IN THE MAIN KITCHEN BRB!!!"

Donnie watches his little brother leave with a slight shake of their head. Then some mechanical arms come out of his shell that had little spinning blades on them.

"I was about to mention that my pack has a new blend and puree feature, but I guess we're going to wait for him to come back." Donnie retracts the arms, and goes back to setting the mechanism up, "Might as well quadruple check that this is properly set up for optimal use, and as little waste of the Liquid Nitrogen. This stuff is not cheap, and there aren't many local places to buy more."

There's some clattering noise coming through, and muttering that can be heard, but it's obviously not coming from Donnie, who perked up at the sudden noise.

"Mandarin must have left his microphone on. Let me get th-"

"Orange, why are you causing such a racket? I can't hear the TV, and Angela was about to reveal a deep secret twist!"

"Sorry Pops, I can't find the food processor."

"The second cabinet from the fridge. Now please keep the noise down!"

"Thanks Pops!"

After that Donnie cut off the audio.

"I underestimated how far a range these wireless microphones have. We need to test this later, but for now we wait for Mandarin to get back here." Donnie says while looking around the area. "Would you like to hear about some thieves who where driving a Tesla? Because while not a big thing, it was interesting."

The audience listened as Donnie relays the story for a few minutes until Mikey got back with the retrieved food processor. Then they watched the two experiment with the Liquid Nitrogen.

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Masterpost

I in the middle of working had this idea, because I couldn't remember that there is a Liquid in Liquid Nitrogen, and kept trying to figure what Nirto word I was trying to remember.

The people stealing while driving a Tesla thing really happened, and I kept going back and forth on whether to make a post about it, so just a snippet in my story it is!

Edit: cheep changed to cheap. English is such a weird and stupid language at times.

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balkanradfem · 1 year ago

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So, I've decided to start learning biology.

My education left me with only primary school biology knowledge, because I had zero biology lessons in high school, and now I find myself sorely lacking in knowledge. Which is inconvenient, now that I'm sick and have no idea what to do. I didn't know where to start, but my roommate is in high school right now, and I borrowed her biology textbook to get myself started.

The biology textbook was so misinformed and outdated it made me worry for the education system. Not only they didn't update any info from the last 40 years, some of the info was completely wrong. For instance, it claims there's 6 billion people on the planet (there's 8), and that there's 6 empires of all living things (there's 8, and some of the old ones have been renamed and disputed). I learned quickly to fact-check every bit of information on wikipedia, and this is where I found some truly astounding info that I had no idea about.

If you all have learned this in highschool and it's common knowledge, please excuse me, but I am shocked.

One of the first topics the book covers is evolutionary history of the planet, and it explains how blue-green algae were the first historic plants to produce a lot of oxygen, which sounds like a positive development for us, because most of the living things right now thrive on oxygen. But, looking it up wikipedia uncovered that it was in fact, an extinction event. Most of life on earth was at that point, thriving in non-oxygen environment, and the introduction of oxygen killed 85% of all living species on earth. It was a huge disaster that happened! It's called 'Great Oxidation Event', or the 'Oxygen Catastrophe'.

But that's not all, I found out that it was not only that which destroyed almost all life on earth, but there's been 5 different events in the history that destroyed close to 80% of all species on the planet, and for some of them we don't even know why. We only found proof that lots of species disappeared at all times and the dominant species on the planet rapidly changed, but no idea why, for some of them it's assumed it has to do with volcanoes or ice, and of them that is well known is the meteor, that ended the big dinosaurs.

I never realized how much of evolution was destruction and then starting over, this was shocking to me. It was also fascinating, I found myself following links and learning more about extinction events, also that we're currently in the extinction event caused by humans who are driving lots of species into extinction by taking over their habitats, which made me sad.

At this point I started reading other, biology-related materials, for example, I read a book named 'What an Owl Knows', which is written by Jennifer Ackerman, an owl scientist who studied owls her entire life; now I know more about owls. I also started listening to an audio book about the ocean, and this one proved to be very difficult to follow, but I'll tell you what I learned from both.

The owl book was charming, I found out that owls are the most quiet, soundless birds when they fly, because their wings and feathers are the biggest part of their bodies. This is how they manage to swoop up prey without anyone hearing a single flap. They're also very silent and subtle. Unless you're studying owls, you won't be able to tell if the owl is startled, or scared, because she will sit very still and not give you any clues. Smaller owls can go into their 'freeze' response easily if they're being hunted, because their instinct is to be still and not move when in danger! It can make you feel like the owl is not scared, since she's not moving, but she is most likely not comfortable if anyone is approaching her.

Owls have similar faces to our faces, and they're very charismatic to us; this is why baby owls, and injured owls in human care, can sometimes imprint on humans. This is bad news for the owls, because once it happens, they can never again be released into the wild, they'll either never learn to hunt, or they'll act towards humans, like they do to other owls - brawling, attacking, aggressive, territorial. Even if they really like us, they will keep acting like we're other owl, not a different species. They see us similarly to how we see them.

One of the best information I've learned, is that in Serbia, there's the biggest gathering of owls of all species, there can be more than 300 owls in one place at the time. The reason for this is common use of old-fashined methods of harvesting grains, which leaves a lot of leftover corn and wheat on the ground, attracting mice, rats, and other small rodents, which creates a great food source for owls. Serbian farmers don't use rodenticide, so owls don't get poisoned. Owls so beloved and appreciated there, that they have an owl festival every year, and the whole month of november is called 'Sovember', because owl in serbian is 'sova'. I never knew about this, even though it's my neighbour country! I looked this up, and I found a website for the international owl festival, but I couldn't find any more info. I would appreciate it so much if any serbian followers could write me about this and tell me their experiences with it, I've never wanted to visit Serbia more!

The book contains information about owls used in Harry Potter movies, including the names of the owls, as well as discussing how the books made owls popular, and how it made people want them as pets. Owls do not make good pets, because they're predators and will destroy things and be very difficult to care for, but the book encourages readers to find the local owls and keep them safe, to leave old trees with holes in them standing, so the owls could nest in them, or to hang up baskets that can also be used as nests. It was a lovely, charming book and I recommend it to anyone who wants to know more about owls.

The ocean book is named 'How the Ocean Works', by Helen Czerski, and I haven't finished yet, but it opened up a lot of questions for me. The funniest part of it was the breakup of what people used to think about the ocean; apparently before research, people assumed that the sea is salty because it's been left in the sun for too long, and that's just what you get from sun exposure, they believed that deep down it was not salty anymore. They also believed that the sea water cannot go putrid if left standing. It took a scientist checking this to confirm it was not true; sea water did go putrid left in a bucket in the sun, and non-salty water did not turn salty when left in the sun for months. It was interesting to know that for the longest time, people didn't realize it was the salt in the sea that made it salty, I then wondered how they got salt, and it turns out they just got it from the salt mines, which are leftover from the long-dried up seas.

Now new information that I didn't know, was that the salinity is different between the oceans, the Atlantic is saltier than the rest. The book also explained about how the salt is connected to the currents, and to the movements of the sea, and also changes the density of the water. One thing that had me taken aback was that the ocean waves are not only caused by the wind, but the water is reacting to earth's rotation, and this rotation is constantly moving the water. It feels like the ocean is being pulled both by the earth and the moon, constantly being driven by planetary forces, which is interesting, because it's difficult to tell that just by looking.

The book calls ocean the 'blue machine', because it's always moving, and filled with energy. Sun is always warming up the surface, making it a great reservoir of solar energy, and the book goes on about how it's possible to harvest this energy, using hot water, and cold water, apparently there's already buildings being cooled down by the ocean power, but I never managed to figure out how! I tried looking it up, and also found nothing. I wish the book explained the physics of it, so that I could try it out, it's a great thing to be able to get power jut by using hot and cold water, and the water is already heated by the sun, while you can get cold water from the bottom of the sea.

I think I might understand this book better if I read it, rather than listening to the audiobook, which as you can see, just has me puzzled because I do not catch details. Still I wanted to share my new learnings, and ask if anyone can tell me more, or if this is all knowledge that people who had biology in high school already have. I'm having a great time learning, especially because I can just divert in any direction that has my interest, and I can seek out information that gives me useful, practical knowledge. Wish all learning processes could be free and inspired like this!

#biology #owls #ocean #evolution #extinction #learning biology #making up for lack of high school knowledge #information #resources #natural power #harvesting power from nature #ecology #international owl festival #serbia

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bodyalive · 6 months ago

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How to Shift the Body into the Parasympathetic Side of the Nervous System

Breathing out and holding out or pausing at the bottom of the breath amplifies the body's natural production of Nitric Oxide, a vasodilator that expands the porosity of our vascular system. During Covid, researchers at Massachusetts General Hospital found that Nitric Oxide improved respiratory permeability & bronchodilation. (They were not looking for the vasodilation effects but I’m sure that must have been happening too.) I first learned about breath holding out from Rosealba Courtney DO Lac from Australia, who used it to test Eucapnic metabolic health, the O2/CO2 exchange rate in the lungs. This was a contributing factor to asthma and sleep apnea and restricted breathing exercises could be used to cure asthma. Then I encountered this again studying at the beginning level with Lois Laynee. She had adopted a practice of Breathing out while humming to increase Nitric Oxide and Vasodilation and used it to calm the nervous system. One of the key actions to making the shift was swallowing at the bottom of the breath before inhaling again.

Signs that the parasympathetic nervous system is coming back online in the body:

+Spontaneous swallowing. When we are in a state of shock, our mouth dries up, we don’t produce saliva (neither are we producing digestive enzymes), and in order to swallow our food we need to drink something. Eating when in a state of stress, you can’t digest your food.

+Intestinal gurgles and rumbles. Have you noticed that when a client begins to relax that their organs and intestines begin to gurgle? As the parasympathetic wakes up, the viscera wake up.

+Yawning. Did you know you can make yourself yawn simply by rubbing your jaw muscles vigorously with your fingers and opening your mouth wide anticipating/expecting to yawn. Fake it til you make it.

Putting these two things together has enabled me to work effectively with shifting people out of long Covid symptoms. It has become my conviction that breathing dis-regulation is the metabolic habit that locks our nervous system into the Sympathetic side of the CNS where natural healing and self regeneration cannot happen due to the ‘emergency’ metabolism associated with the fight for survival.

[Thanks Jocelyn Olivier and Neuromuscular Reprogramming]

#Jocelyn Olivier #Neuromuscular Reprogramming NMR #breath #Diaphragm #Parasympathetic #sympathetic nervous systerm #long COVID

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script-a-world · 4 months ago

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Submitted via Google Form, Follow Up:

Some clarifications about the various human races question. (https://scriptaworld.wordpress.com/2024/04/01/submitted-via-google-form-where-do-various-human-races-come-from-when-building-a-sci-fi-story/) First of all, my story is sci-fi mainly because it takes place over a dozen planets over multiple solar systems in a universe I've created from scratch. All the humanoid species started from the same ancestors and spread over the universe in the distant past due to outside interference and had parallel evolution. But the creation of racial traits is microevolution due to local environment unchanging and people not mingling. How do I build all these various things across planets. On earth, we know how race evolved and where people have been and are still discovering connections. But I'm creating entirely new planets and new but habitable terrain. So.. microevolution will likely not be the same across different planets. How can I create such variations? How similar will these microevolutions on different planets? How do I make the terrain and microevolution match up with history on those particular planets? Racial dynamics are even more fluid and are not caused by evolution at all, it's just society itself. Also because the history will be completely different than real life... that will completely change what kind of racial dynamics that might be possible. Such variations will however, be rather important for identification however... race also the the result of how to give these variations names that will help distinguish someone from others. Regardless of any solving of societal issues arising from such tension, when people share or don't share microevolution traits - it is a distinguisher.

Tex: People on Earth look like people from Earth. Presumably people from Venus will look like they’re from Venus, so on and so forth. No matter how large a planet is - and planets are very, very large - there will still be baseline environmental factors at play, such as a planet’s magnetosphere and atmospheric gas composition. There might be a few degrees difference in particular nice environments, but it’s not generally large enough to produce entirely different species unless you’re keen on segregation.

To pull from my extant example, would someone from southern Venus look noticeable different from someone on northern Venus? What about a Venusian living at a higher elevation than another Venusian living at a lower elevation? This would likely introduce some genetic drifts if the societies in different areas only reproduced with their neighbors, yes? Would they all still be people from Venus? Also yes. From an outside perspective, you would likely be able to distinguish the commonalities that make it a singular race.

Addy: If you’re looking at microevolution, I’d say to look at Earth for some ideas. Extreme changes, like gills or tails, probably won’t happen - they’d take significant amounts of restructuring in the body to get to that point. But smaller changes are totally doable. Maybe some people can hold their breath underwater for significant periods of time due to enlarged spleens* and changes in their blood. Maybe you’ve got people adapted to planets with thinner atmospheres, with traits like what you’d find in high-altitude populations – more nitric oxide in the blood, better energy reserve molecules, more efficient red blood cells, and/or more efficient lungs (such as IRL Sherpas or Andean people). Gravity/climate differences - how do heights vary? Maybe some people are average tall (like Danish people, who average ~5'6" for women and ~5'11" for men) or average short (like Himalayan people, who average ~5' for women and ~5'4" for men). Arm length, general disorders (thalassemia, for example, helps provide resistance to malaria), muscle insertion (tradeoff between strength and finesse)... you’ve got a lot of flexibility for different traits.

* While the IRL Bajau people can hold their breath impressively long (3-5 minutes), there’s a common figure floating around that claims 13 minutes. One of the men being interviewed claimed he could hold his breath for up to that long in his youth, but I have seen no confirmation of anything like that.

If you’re looking for ideas on how to get terrains and traits for those terrains, think about the problems that could arise from a given environment. Lower gravity means thinner atmosphere, for one, but also means less pressure on joints and fewer demands on bone and cartilage. Dark vs bright planet, how do eyes change for that (blue-eyed people actually have better night vision than dark-eyed people, but can have light sensitivity issues during the day)? Humidity, climate, all kinds of things. Play around with it.

And racial dynamics… don’t forget that things as simple as accents can absolutely change how people perceive in-group vs out-group behavior.

#google submitted #follow up reply #races #sci fi #species

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drstonetrivia · 1 year ago

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Chapter 222 Trivia (Part 1)

Fun fact: this chapter is from issue #2 of WSJ's 2022 collection!

The Apollo mission had spacesuits tailor-made to each astronaut, but these days it's easier to use interchangeable parts and switch them out according to the size of the wearer, rather than having the whole suit fitted.

However, the gloves are always custom-sized for dexterity.

Vinyl fabric doesn't seem to have ever been used as part of a spacesuit, however spandex and nylon have, especially in the inner layers.

Outer layers include Teflon, Kevlar, and aluminized Mylar.

It's possible that rather than being used for the fabric, the vinyl is used for the suit's interior cooling tube system, and the aluminum is used for the Mylar rather than for the exterior metal parts, as pure aluminum is easily scratched.

You probably recognize this panel from the end of chapter 219. The only difference is Ryusui's head has been swapped with Stanley's.

Japanese doesn't have a "V" sound, which is why Chrome says "by" rather than "vi" or "vy".

Generally English words used in Japanese make this switch, for example "violin" becoming "baiorin" due to the lacking of "V" and "L" sounds.

This building may be where they're assembling the SENKU 11 rocket, however in this first panel it appears completed, but in later ones it's still under construction.

The PS5 was first announced in April 2019, and released November 2020. First images of the console were revealed on June 11th 2020.

The first global petrification happened in June 2019, so this person would know about the console but not known what it was meant to look like.

The robot maid request is most likely a reference to "Me and Roboco", another manga currently being published in Weekly Shonen Jump alongside Dr. Stone. It's a comedy series that follows a powerful-but-clumsy maid robot in a grade schooler's service.

(Later, Me and Roboco came out with a Dr. Stone parody for the 15th volume cover)

The vacuum tubes are back in the form of cavity magnetrons. These produce the microwaves that bounce around the microwaves' interior body.

The cooking effect was first discovered in 1945 when Percy Spencer noticed a candy bar had melted in his pocket after testing magnetrons.

Plastic wrap is vinyl that has been flattened to between 8-12 μm thick, (approximately 0.001 cm). For context, this is about as thick as a spider's web or the size of a droplet of water in fog.

The film Senku makes here is cellulose triacetate film, which is less flammable than earlier celluloid film, earning it the nickname "safety film".

The 8 mm part is the width of the film strip.

Unlike reusable hand-warmers that use supersaturated sodium acetate, these are one-time use and rely on oxidation to create heat. Once the packaging is opened, air penetrates the bag, oxidizing the iron. Vermiculite is added to remove moisture & salt is added as a catalyst.

Chrome's design wouldn't work properly because he uses iron sand rather than iron powder. Iron sand is mostly magnetite, which is already an iron oxide and thus won't have the oxidation reaction or create heat.

The fridge (or maybe mini wine cellar/fridge?) design is a parody of Smeg, a kitchen appliance brand.

You can also see the Senku-brand PlayStation, robot maid, and protein powder.

(Next part)

#trivia #dr stone #chapters #222

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learnyouabiology · 2 years ago

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Fun fact: Wood Frogs Survive Icy Winters via Frog-sicle status

The wood frog, Rana sylvatica, is scientifically referred to as “iconic” (source: Costanzo 2019).

The reason they are iconic is because they are famously able to freeze into a literal block of ice in the winter, remain frozen all season long, and then thaw out in the spring without any of the expected dying of cold! Incredible!

(you can recognise a wood frog by they lil mask by its eyes! Naturalists call it a raccoon mask, and honestly, 10/10 excellent raccoon disguise, completely indistinguishable)

I’ve known about this for years, because I spent a not-insignificant part of my childhood OBSESSED with frogs, but even 8-year-old me didn’t know that these frogs live north of the arctic circle.

That’s right! They live in Alaska! Where winter lasts more than seven months.

Wood frogs are actually the only amphibian in North America to live this far north. (there are a few species in Eurasia but THIS ISN’T ABOUT THEM 😉 source: x).

(I’m not saying Ohio wood frog are wimpy, but I AM calling them “““““delicate”””””. Image from Costanza 2019)

As winter approaches, wood frogs create little furrows in the forest floor, just big enough for them to wedge themselves into, and cover themselves with fallen leaves and other forest detritus (Costanza 2019). They then settle into their little shelter and begin to go through what I assume is a traumatizing experience.

(she loves a good furrow)

The furrow provides a small amount of insulation from the outside air, but even inside their shelter, it can get pretty cold.

In fact, wood frogs can survive temperatures as low as -16°C (3°F for the people who use the other system).

Generally, if you are a water-based organism, being exposed to temperatures so far below the freezing point is... bad. And if the water inside of a water-based organism freezes? That is Extra Bad.

Luckily, wood frogs have a foolproof way to stay safe: they are absolutely FULL of sugar and urine.

(I would have said “piss and vinegar” but the vinegar part is technically untrue 😔)

Specifically, the frog increases the concentration of urea in their body tissues before winter sets in. Urea, which is what urine is made of in humans, is commonly used by amphibians to protect themselves from losing too much water to the environment (Costanza 2019). However, wood frogs take it to the Extreme.

Additionally, as the frog begins to freeze, the liver begins to break down the glycogen stores that had been built up in advance, releasing high concentrations of glucose (aka sugar) into the bloodstream of the frog, (Costanza 2019).

By changing the properties of the internal fluid, the urea and glucose protect the frog’s cells from being damaged by ice, protecting various internal structures and even helping to regulate their metabolism (Costanza 2019).

(there’s also some stuff with nitric oxide and membrane adaptation but it’s A Lot and if you’re interested I recommend Constanza 2019. see bottom of post for references!)

(frog: *is flat and frozen*)

While frozen, the frog doesn’t need to eat, or even to breathe, because their metabolism is comes to a near-standstill. Their heart stops beating, and they can survive having up to 70% of it’s body fluids completely frozen (Costanza 2019).

There’s still a little bit of metabolic activity happening, just to keep the frog alive, but this allows the frog to live for months while frozen (nearly) solid until the spring melt comes!

The frog will generally stay in its little burrow for a few hours as it thaws, presumably processing the trauma of what just happened (also making a few physiological changes to survive the transition from ice cube to frog, I guess), before heading outside to immediately reproduce with the snowmelt.

(a photo of bliss)

This has been fun fact friday!

Hey y’all! As winter turns to spring, I wanted to do a little series of how animals survive cold, snowy winters when they are unable to migrate. Today was a frozen frog, and next I’ll talk about how turtles survive under the ice all winter long!

Stay tuned!

References under the read more

Smithsonian channel (2015) Frogsicles: Frozen but still alive. https://youtu.be/pLPeehsXAr4

Costanzo, J. P. (2019). Overwintering adaptations and extreme freeze tolerance in a subarctic population of the wood frog, Rana sylvatica. Journal of Comparative Physiology B, 189(1), 1-15. doi: 10.1007/s00360-018-1189-7

Kuzmin, S.L & Tessier, D.F. (2013) Amphibians and reptiles. In: Arctic Biodiversity Assessment 2013 http://www.arcticbiodiversity.is/index.php/the-report/chapters/amphibians-and-reptiles

Layne Jr, J. R., & First, M. C. (1991). Resumption of physiological functions in the wood frog (Rana sylvatica) after freezing. American Journal of Physiology-Regulatory, Integrative and Comparative Physiology, 261(1), R134-R137.

#biology #fun facts #science #sciblr #science side of tumblr #zoology #herpetology #physiology #winter #frogs #frog #fun fact friday #im on a new medication and it's so good u guyz :3

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hey-hamlet · 1 year ago

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can you share your theory on the premature aging please i am really interested

Ok so! This is gonna be kinda nerdy - jargon translations at the bottom.

One of my 'how quirks work genetically' theories is that the quirk virus made germline mutations way more common - tanking the fertility rate bc some of the mutations were incompatible with life, but a a lot of those other mutations led to weird hair, skin and eye colours along with quirks. In real life viruses don't do this directly, some but can incorporate themselves into genomes in fragile places that can, indirectly, increase mutation rates. Also in real life these mutations just give you cancer, but anyway.

Another driver of mutation is stress - like real actual 'my life is a mess' stress, but specifically in this case I'm talking about oxidative stress - this can be caused via aforementioned real actual stress, lifestyle problems, immune system responses, etc. Normal metabolism also induces oxidative stress - OFA uses a *lot* of energy - even if it isn't all from calories, it's still got to be used like ATP!

Basically, you get OFA, and a quirk? Your body is mutation central.

Now you may be thinking - hang on, didn't you just say that all those mutations give you cancer? Where is the aging coming in? And honestly fair enough. Oxidative damage is believed to play some part in aging, but not the main part and it wouldn't explain why being quirkless protects you from it.

The answer is lamins - the weird part of the cell you never think about. Lamins are proteins that form a sort of mesh that keeps your cell nuclei nice and round, allowing for easy cell division and nice neat DNA organisation. Progeria is a rare disease caused by a single nucleotide mutation in the gene coding for the processing of lamins, causing them to fold incorrectly, leading to misshapen nuclei. The symptoms of this disease can be simplified to fatal accelerated and premature aging. These lamins and the associated abnormal nuclei can also be found in, unsurprisingly, the elderly (well, in everyone, but the quantity goes up with age).

This disease is typically a germline cell mutation itself, but now we get to play with the quirk virus (and also fudge genetics a touch). If the quirk virus inserted itself near the lamin gene, the chances of mutation are boosted - now, normally those mutated cells would just get cleared away by the immune system and everyone is happy. But, factor in the massive amounts of oxidative stress OFA causes on the already fragile region of DNA and we start accumulating these mutations in the lamin genes all over the place, causing that rapid and fatal aging seen in OFA wielders that have quirks.

jargon translations: germline mutation: mutation within germ cells - egg or sperm - that can pass on to your children. oxidative stress: you know how oxygen rusts metal? wild over simplification, but something a lot like that happens inside you. antioxidants (eaten and produced by the body) are 'easier to rust' and use up all of the reactive oxygen to keep your cells safe. ATP: adenosine triphosphate - the food you eat eventually ends up as this through a long and convoluted collection of pathways, and its the way your cells can actually make use of it. nucleotide: one of the 4 letters your DNA is made up of - in its simplest form, your DNA is just two matching strands made up of a bunch of these letters which your body reads like a computer reads binary code.

sources: i'm not citing them because i do enough of that in university, but studies, my course content and also wikipedia because sometimes you just need to make sure something you though you knew was right or not. you also do not actually need to trust me because this is just a fan theory about an anime, it just needs to sound good. to my knowledge i'm correct though, but have wildly over simplified a lot

#bnha #bnha fan theory #bnha lore #one for all #one for all theory #cancer mention #bnha meta #my meta #im so bad at tagging things this will do #am i a little skeevy amount using a rare fatal genetic illness to explain an anime plot point? yeah tbh -#but thats really the only place this mutation pops up and the mechanism is super interesting #if i didn't explain something in this well and you wanna ask questions - go for it!#asks

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missingcarrion · 6 months ago

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Carrion ch 12 watcher

Masterlist

Taglost @tapioca-milktea1978 @neapolitantoebeans

Note: sorry y'all lmao

Lights flash red, decorating the white walls in dread and discomfort. Shepherd isn’t sure where everyone is gone, but he steps over puddles of red, sticky and metallic in feeling and smell. Something is terribly wrong and Shepherd looks around, trying to scan for lifeforms, but he finds little, and only distant heat signatures, flailing about between dozens of walls ping his systems. He needs to find Hannah and Aasimar – he needs to make sure they’re okay.

There are distant screams, far deeper into the compound than he’s ever gone, and explosions from levels beneath his feet. Explosions hadn’t been part of the plan, none of this had been. It was supposed to be a relatively quick and easy escape. Get in, distract the compound’s security, get out. But nothing had gone right, Aasimar was caught trying to sabotage a coworker, Hannah had gone radio silent.

“Aasimar?” Shepherd calls out, stumbling through debris as the hall around him crumbles to the ground.

Something clatters and he sees someone stumble out of room. They collapse against the rubble, back pressed against the wall. The person raises their arm and in their hands is a gun, they fire – something thuds in the next room over.

“Aasimar?” Shepherd repeats, and he shuffles forward.

“S – Shep…?” The person’s voice warbles and he realizes it’s Aasimar. “What are you… you were waiting?”

Shepherd eyes him, eyes drifting to the room he’d fallen out of, to the body he’d shot. “Aasimar what did you do?”

There’s a wince, a whimper, a sound of defeat and resignation. “I – I…”

Blood pools from Aasimar’s leg, and he winces. Aasimar’s body is worn, exhausted and his eyes are big and panicked.

“Aasimar, what did you do?” His eyes shift, trailing the blotches of blood that lead away from Aasimar, and into the room he’d stumbled out of. A warbled cry leaves Aasi’s lips, in protest, as if trying to keep Shepherd from going in there.

“Y – You don’t understand… she was gonna…” He whimpers and curls within himself. He reaches for Shepherd.

A body lies in the midst of the debris, blood pooling around their body. The red begins to oxidize the longer it sits there, staining the ground beneath them. The body is familiar, someone he knew, and get the memories are fading. Who had this person been? Shepherd turns to Aasimar, chest full of a sense of betrayal.

“What did you do?” He asks again, and this time he sees Aasimar’s mouth open in reply.

“She betrayed us.” A solemn reply that sees Aasimar hobbling to his feet. “We need to get out of here, fast.”

I’m“Y – You killed her,” he murmurs, and then glanced back at the body, “I don’t remember…. You killed her and erased my memory of her…. Didn’t you?”

“I thought…. I thought it would be for the best, Shep, she… she told everyone. You weren’t going to be erased. They would’ve turned you into a prisoner in your own body and they would’ve made you kill me, they would’ve made you kill every person who ever stood against them.”

Shepherd’s fists clench, anger boils within him. “You. It’s always going to trace back to you. Always about you.”

“W – what? No… I’d… I never meant…” Aasimar hisses and stumbles backwards against the wall. His chest trembles. “Shepherd?”

It happens before he really has to think about it – hand curling around Aasimar’s leg, fingers squeezing tight into the torn flesh. The cries that leave his lips are pitiful and yet he only stops once he deems it fair, and he pulls away with a simple warning, “do not follow me.”

He doesn’t feel like Shepherd. He feels like someone entirely new, someone full of hate. For Aasimar, for the Institute, for everything. But Aasimar is selfish, and his selfishness will have cost him everything.

“S – Shep, p – please,” he whimpers, “I – I’m sorry, p – please don’t leave m – me here!”

Shepherd pauses, some part of him wants to pick him up and run for it, but he can hear the sounds of footfalls – Institute Rats running to find the culprits – to find them. Aasimar is a pitiful sight when Shepherd turns to look at him – tears and blood staining his flesh, but he doesn’t turn back. He can’t. Aasimar has treated him like the Institute had, and Shepherd can’t forgive him for it.

“You don’t get to call me that,” he hisses, “you’re no better than they are, Aasimar. You should get out of here before they find you.”

Shepherd hears nothing in protest from the man, from the doctor who hardly feels like anything but a man with a fancy paper. They were both nothing.

He runs, hoping to make it out before they find him, but agonized screams from behind him make him uncertain of his safety until he reaches the doors they had all planned on going through together. He pauses then, only for a moment, before he escapes into the cold, night air, under the stars he had longed so desperately to see.

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Death was not peaceful. He could feel the rushing of water, except it stained everything red. He could feel his body weakening until even his heart could not support him. He feels the air leave his lungs, the gasp that leaves his body. And all he has to show for it is blood on the pavement of an alley.

He had it all, did he not? He had the world in the palm of his hands and yet he had lost it all. He had left safety for some temporary haven. It was all temporary.

Flesh torn from muscle, from sinew and bone. Meat for the murder of crows, hungry and barking for his final breath. He longs to feed them, some sort of punishment for his failures. An apology to the gods that had abandoned him long ago.

It’s the nothing that hurt the most, what they didn’t do to him that left the most damage. The silence between wounds hurts connects his sinews, raw and red and bleeding. He mourns the person he would’ve been.

His chest rattles, and a wheeze escapes his lips when something presses harsh against his chest. Voices warble around him, until there’s nothing but silence and darkness. It’s… over.

Blood bubbles from between his lips, coagulating against his flesh, drying in horrid streaks as he lays about, forgotten.

#missingcarrion #carrion [wip]#ch: aasimar #ch: shephard

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mintytrifecta · 1 year ago

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Okay. Okay. So. I’ve seen you tag so many posts with code name:Lenore and for the longest time I thought it was a piece of media I just happened to not have heard of, but somewhat recently I remembering you saying it was your original project and jfjddkdkdk okay pls do not feel pressured to answer if you don’t feel like it or anything but if you would like to share I’m asking, I’m asking SO LOUDLY about it cuz the little context clues I think I have picked up the vibes make it sound SO NEAT so yeah if you would like to share anything about it I would love to hear :3

DUUUUUDE I'D LOVE TO TALK ABOUT IT HELL FRICKIN YEAH!!!!

SO Codename: Lenore is a hypothetical novel I'm developing!!! Right now I'm just in like the plot development and worldbuilding stage so the story isn't fully concrete ^^; HOWEVER I DO HAVE SOME LORE >:DDD AND ITS GOING UNDER THE READ MORE CAUSE I HAVE. A LOT. SSNSGHND

Lenore is a robot built of embossed brass that's long been oxidized who wakes up in an unknown era in an unknown, tiny spaceship with only one universal truth present in her head.

She has a mission to find and record every folktale she can, before time runs out.

She doesn't know why, or how, or where this idea came from, nor does she know why time is running, but she knows she has to do it.

It's lonely, at first. Every planet she visits locally in her crumbling ship seems... empty. Devoid of any life. She spends who knows how long going to whatever area of a planet seems the least in ruins and tries to grab whatever she can but there's not much. There's barely one full legend anywhere and everything she finds she has to fill the blanks in. Although, a lot of them do seem to have the running theme of light in them. Light and grief and storms and anguish and so much pain with no real explanation.

It's only after she finds this pattern that Lenore notices the space around her is just as desolate as the planets she visits. Barely any starlight around and what little does show up is red and flicker. Finding this out, Lenore goes to a nearby star to investigate, one that barely has any shine to it.

As soon as she gets close enough it explodes and sends her unconscious and flying back who knows how far.

Next thing she knows Lenore wakes up on an unfamiliar ship with three people staring at her waiting for her to wake up.

Lenore is, understandably wigged out.

But they smile at her anyway and introduce themselves as the Lightspeeds!! A group of Star Hunters and Speedship racers who've been tracking the stars in this piece of space.

The "leader" of their group is the speedship racing pilot herself and head of navigation is Mairin!! Hothead, spirited and quick to make friends but prone to impulse. She welcomes Lenore to their ship with open arms, exclaiming how relieved she is Lenore is alright.

The engineer and head Mairin's partner lurking off to the corner is Khyun. He's closed off and cool but not neccesarily snappy. He's the one who got Lenore back up and running, claiming that they're lucky he likes history as much as he does, or else he wouldn't have recognized any of how Lenore's systems work.

Lastly, the botanist and head of oxygen and survival resources is Elise. She smiles, claiming she's the one who found Lenore's ship careening out at insane speeds and got everyone to help rescue her.

They explain that as Star Hunters, their mission is to find, record and track live stars and ghosts in the universe so that anyone else who's ship-born knows where's safe to stay for a while and what volatile spaces to avoid.

Speedship racers are a bit of a niche sport/subculture for Star Hunters. They compete in laps around stars of different sizes to see who has the fastest and smoothest ship and he winner gets to claim the biggest star found for their Star Hunter team and put it on the map under their name. To enter a speedship race you have to fill a certain quota of living stars found around a specific area and chart them under the name of your team. In this case, the Lightspeeds.

After a bit of talking they strike a deal with her. Lenore gets to help them find stars and work during their races and in return they help her search for folklore on any system-stars they come across.

A while passes and Lenore's officially a member of the Lightspeeds and she's building up a considerable portfolio of folklore. They haven't stopped though, with the theme of grief and stars, which is kind of suspicous to Lenore. They've traveled pretty far from where she was originally at and she gets that similair themes can occur in different cultures, but this is way too often to be mere coincidence.

Then it hits.

The stars are dying. They're dissapearing faster and faster than they can keep track of. The universe is collapsing in on itself with barely any time to preserve everything that's still here.

Lenore and the rest of the Lightspeeds have their work cut out for them.

That's the synopsis and a little bit of the plot I guess gshsnsn I've got more but if I kept going this would be too long so uuuh I'll leave it at this:

In the story there's a lot of themes and allegories to ghosts. Pretty much everyone in the story is haunting or is haunted in one way or another, narratively or not. With all the stars dying, their light still remains, all the planets are gone but stories they've made get to live on, Lenore is a robot, built and decorated with a story so personal to a society long, long gone. Isn't that a ghost?

Well yeah there's metaphorical ghosts but there are also literal ones >:))

See, sometimes when a dying star sends out a solar flare or explodes in a supernova, it'll reach people living on nearby planets. Caught in that light, they die, but their bodies last second absorb that light and essentially become it. Living afterimages of the people they were made out of pure light. They keep "living" for ages after, holding onto themselves as much as possible, but it doesn't always last.

If you're made of light, it's easy to forget what it was like when you were more then that. It's easy to lose memory. Lose shape.

As time goes on it's harder and harder to keep a solid form and idea of who you are. As this happens, as you slowly fade, your light... shifts. Less solid, blue glows become yellow. Slightly transparent and with some strange shifts of appearance, sure, but you're still fine. The real danger starts when you begin to shift red.

Closer to red means closer to dead. You begin to become transparent, unable to be seen under harsh colored lights. Your memory isn't what it used to be and now that you can barely see yourself its hard to hold shape.

Thank goodness none of our cast is that right :)) Thank goodness nobody in the Lightspeeds is hiding this in any kind of shift from yellow to red right :)))))) We certaintly wouldn't want our resident botanist to be hiding something like that from their friends right :))))))) Wouldn't want our resident folklorist android being an amnesiac of one, her creator, stuck in a metal shell with no way of knowing what she really looked like and who she was before she was :))))))))) Wouldn't want a group hellbent on desperate survival and worship of gravity and black holes to force people into becoming those to praise the gravity of a singularity and turn into light as a way to live as one with a decaying universe :)))))))))))))))

#I HAVE SO MUCH MORE TO SAY BUT TUMBLR HAS A WORD LIMIT DAMMIT #IF YOU WANT IT HEAR MORE UUUH IDK SEND ANOTHER ASK ABOUT A QUESTION OR DM ME??? DNSJJSJD #That's my bootleg space Nascar crew story <33 the basic rundown of it anyway cndjsjjs #Codename: Lenore #Please ask me about the agriculture of this universe ask me about how they make clothes ask me about how they measure time ask me about-#ASK ME ABOUT LENORE'S CREATOR!!!!

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neuroglitch · 1 year ago

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So I had the colonoscopy today. It was altogether very anticlimactic. Not only was the cleansing a walk in the park, the procedure itself was pretty gentle too. Getting the drop in my hand was honestly the worst part to me.

As far as their findings go, I have something called diverticulosis(?) which occasionally becomes diverticulitis(?). This phenomenon might be referred to as diverticular disease(?).

Physiologically diverticulosis is basically when small pouches, or sacs, form and push outward through weak spots in the wall of your colon. And then it can get inflamed and even infected and need antibiotics which is what happened when I got sent to the hospital.. and other complications... (?)

The people at the hospital were surprised saying how usually they only see this to this degree in people at least twice my age. So yay. My colon looks older than it is. Maybe it's the price I pay for my outwardly youthful appearance..

It's usually seen in older people who don't eat much fiber.. Since I'm not that old, and I eat normal amounts of fiber, the running theory is that it's caused by some level of chronic constipation. This is a suprise to me, who goes to the toilet with diarrhea at an average of 5 times a day. However, these are not in fact mutually exclusive items, as there can be obstructions further up in the system which cause only runny poop to be able to pass through.

I've been instructed to eat magnesium oxide every night for the rest of my life, which is a mild laxative. So I reeaaaally hope that their running theory is correct, in which case the laxative might ironically cause me to have less runny poop..

They said the diverticulosis can't have been there all along, it gets worse over time, and can be the cause of some of the more dramatic symptoms I'm having, but it has also come as a result of the ~weirdness~ of my gastro intestinal health since forever.

They didn't spell it out but I guess that in other words it's a complication of IBS....?

The funniest part of the thing was that, since I was awake they showed me the inside of my colon and explained about the issues and showed me the "sacs" etc. And then they were done so they started pulling out the thing. And I'm just dazedly casually looking at them racing out the colon. Until plop and then it's just like. My ass. On the big screen.

It was like funny in the way that surprises can be funny. I just. I was kinda drugged and I kinda forgot where the access point was... XD

#medical cw #colonoscopy #diverticular disease #ibs #tagging those bc I'm wondering if anyone else has knowledge or experience with this stuff

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moonlit-trolls · 2 years ago

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So, what exactly do you do for a living, Mousie?

[Docs for your sake]

—Hello I am Janett with The Empress’ Daily. We interrupt your normal daily broadcast to cover the most recent news that happened. We find ourselves in the scene of one of the largest bank robberies in the history of the north-west side of alternia. There was a bomb threat sent out to the Local Bank Seventy miles from here and the fleet were on high alert at the location of the bomb threat, Location was evacuated and all they ended up finding was a Briefcase with a Confetti and Glitter Bomb Inside, That had a decorative Cheese wheel as well as the word “Mouse’s got your tongue” with what seems to be an online communications Emoticon of someone Smiling.

�� Currently we find ourselves in the general bank of the Northern East Side of the City, Where an Explosion alerted the people inside, Furthermore it seems like it was not an actual explosion but a sound coming from a machine able to do an extremely loud Booming sound without any actual damages. The Scene of the crime Appears to have been destroyed by a Construction Grade Wrecking ball. For the damage to the bank’s Vault and Side wall can be related to similar attacks of Property By Wayward Drones. The Bank’s Vault door is Inoperable if you do not have the Bio-metric scanners corrected, but it seems that the lock and main entrance was melted by what authorities affirm was extremely Rusted metal combined with black gunpowder. To create the Thermite Chemical Reaction. The metal oxidized within seconds and the Rusted Iron was melted with a flame ranging 1400°-1900° Celsius. It seems as if it was a Soldering torch that did the job. No suspects have been seen, but the same Internet Communications Emoticon has been sighted inside with the same Decorative block of Cheese with the words “Mouse Is Out of The House” written on the wall—

Click The television makes a sound as it goes off, You are slouched over the reclining chair in bad need of Repairs eating mozzarella sticks straight out of the bag,You can see and hear your Nannybot with the blues painted Black, humming a mechanical song that doesn’t sound natural, Sounds scripted

—C’mon MayMay, Cut the song and dance. Play some real music— Your voice echoes on the run down hive As the nannybot does as she is asked. Her audio system makes a noise as it adjusts and begins playing something more your style, The strumming of a badly tuned guitar, the off-beat bass and drums, Everything sounded Perfect As the band yelled their name for the nonexistent stage “WE ARE THE THREE MOUSEKETEERS!” Your voice was the one that boomed out. Alongside it the Fond memories of the band also came to mind.

Personally you are proud of the job, Maeyie had already counted the bills to a perfect $200,000 Duffle bags as well as suitcases held it all under the floorboards you walk atop of to head to the kitchen area, Small apartment means that it’s all one singular room, not that you care. You want toast in this rainy mid-day, butter, two slices of bread into the frying pan. you believe that any bread can make pan toast, but you prefer sourdough, other people may wish for whole wheat or nuts might go for raisin bread. But you like the consistency of Sourdough, and you are not a simpleton to go with white basic bread.

–There is always a method to my madness�� You thought to yourself as you ate the first bite of the first slice – I know what I am doing – You say looking out of the blinds, the police sirens finish what the music that Maeyie was playing lacked, The rhythm made sense and the lyrics tracked as the cars wooshed past your window leaving the strange neighborhood you found yourself in with dust to the roofs of buildings due to their speeds. as the sound of music is stopped you hear

—Master Bonnie, Would You Wish For Me To Make You A Proper Diner?— Her voice was sweet, something you heard not once before from someone as earnest as her… Deeply you wish she was more than a robot so you could be actual friends. But you know that behind the sweet voice and gestures, lies nothing more than ones and zeroes, and last time you spoke to numbers they called you crazy. But nonetheless you answer.

—I, yeah man, we got some leftovers, can you mix it all with manioc flour and make some canned beans?— and the machine smiled —Of course Master Bonnie!— and began with the cooking. Her arms moved faster than you cared to look, it’s almost natural how well she knows what you enjoy. She bakes you cupcakes, and brings you what you want… She has to be more than just a bot.

After leaving with notes that are not marked you come back with groceries, There is a warm plate of food on the table, a little card with a crudely drawn picture of Maeyie smiling, as well as a cup of Strawberry soda, your favorite, As you can see your nannybot Recharging on her station a bit off the wall. –Tastes good as always…– you say eating it, Manioc flour goes well with everything. lightly roasted before being added to dishes, it adds a depth of flavor and filling that no one would believe. you learned that from someone who you haven't talked to since you were basically a kid. but his teachings remain in your head. you warm the second slice of bread you toasted earlier to eat with, it never hurts to add some sourdough to a plate of rice and meat, Never hurt you at least.

— This feels familiar… — you mutter to yourself looking at the empty chair in front of the counter —Eh, Doesn’t matter— the voice that comes out of you is strained, as if you were lying more to yourself than to the ghosts that are sitting on your broken down chair as you turn the television on. and the broadcast has a random Indigo-blood in custody for the robbery of the bank.

#My Writting #Mouse Drabble #hehehehe #Does that answer your question :3c

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jackalsinthekitchen · 1 year ago

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pop report #5: endless summer edition (9/16/23)

a sundazed glance at Billboard’s top 20 from two weeks ago – bitch, I said what I said

Summer’s over, the heat from the proverbial kitchen and literal sun still burning the other cheek I feebly turned to both. Per tradition, we’re bidding the season goodbye with a smattering of typical plaints that it wasn’t long enough, or felt like it didn’t happen. But here in Texas, it’s in full swing by early May, with not much mystery over what we’re in for beyond what degree (Fahrenheit) of punishing. So yeah – we’re pretty sure it happened. Yet again, we thought we were ready for it, and yet again, it went a little harder on us than it needed to. Whatever else went down, that lucky old sun made it cruel enough to justify a now-ancient Taylor chorus shooting up the pop charts. Like anything else that shoots up the pop charts these days, reasons why were imperfectly clear. One more testament to the inimitable inhabitability of the One True Pop Star’s catchy canon, perhaps? My summer wasn’t my fave; I can still feel it from here.

I’ve barely touched this new blog o’ mine, which I dreamt of putting up for years – the present you ogle at through the shop window for ages only to take it home and unwrap it, and see all that built-up desire instantly brown with oxidization. While Jackals! still doesn’t have a hook, for the first four weeks of 2023, at a rate of productivity that was ultimately to no one’s benefit, I looked at the pop charts and decided to think out loud about what they meant. But the thing is, in a year when people are thinking about it more out loud than usual, nobody seems to know exactly what they mean. There are analyses trenchant and muddled, and scattered rebuttals to both, strewn throughout comments sections we’ll never read. I’m too bored to even try to recap what I think I know about how these numbers are measured. Even my late best friend’s agitated analyses resisted my comprehension. Why dull the aesthetic with the statistical?

Suffice it to say, there are so many theories about “gaming the system” floating around, it feels a bit like last election year. Most of the people on my radar are in some way convinced that one Oliver Anthony Music’s “Rich Men North of Richmond” won its surprise Billboard victory through nefarious right-wing interference – comparable, you hear, to that Jim Caviezel movie about (fighting) child trafficking, where people bought out whole theatres just to stick it to Brandon. It’s not about the music, they say, it’s about waving a righteous-anger rag, and the rallying cry might as well be coming from any red-faced red-haired Bible-belt boy with a banjo who caught the Qanon virus at très-unmasked family get-togethers. A more neutral friend points out that “Rich Men North of Richmond” hung in at a basically ungameable top 3 place on Spotify for a bit. It was all great industry all around: for MAGAfolk, thinkpiecers, Billy Bragg.

Times change fast, though, so even if a few people are still reeling from them, the Billboard chart – much less Spotify’s Today’s Top Hits, where Anthony has vanished – has moved on to its latest single-star infiltration. That star is Queen Zillennial Olivia Rodrigo, whose guts are is filled with readymade hits, and who may portend a long-awaited pendulum swing back to a more rockist zeitgeist. But because it still literally does not matter what I do here, I wanna warm up these lazy fingers some by casting an eye back to two weeks ago, a whole world away, when the charts looked a bit more like they did in the middle of swelter season. At the ground floor of that top 20 was the indefatigable fatigue-pop of “Anti-Hero”, my most favorite song, which does not seem to have engendered a self-reflection revolution here on earth. But hey, maybe people are just keeping quiet about it. Even Taylor is going through some shit.

#19 is “Thinkin’ Bout Me”, by Morgan Wallen, the, uh, hot-button country artist about whom many folks certainly have thoughts. I haven’t heard this song as of this point in this paragraph, and I suspect it’s not as good as Frank Ocean’s pillow-pop classic “Thinkin’ Bout You”, which is the next song you get when you type “thinkin bout” in the search bar. Mr. Wallen, a reformed butt-rocker, has a harder edge than many of his southern-pop peers, and an excellent article I linked to earlier in this piece, written by a (non-right-wing) writer who’s spent just a little more time with young Wallen’s proudly endless albums than I have, suggests his lyrics even bespeak hip-hop (gasp!) influences. Perhaps this explains some words he enjoys using. The beat of this one is ripped unaltered from hip-hop; the lyrics might pass too, if rapped, though not in what I perhaps unfairly call “truck nuts voice”. Wallen is feeling upset, and entitled, about a recent breakup in this enduring hit, not helping his case by singing the song like an asshole. (More on this later.)

Country really is in its butt-rock era, in a sense – the guitars are amped-up and grinding, the (male) vox are growly and real-ass proud about it. “Need a Favor”, by something called Jelly Roll that’s miles away from Morton, was cited recently in an AA meeting I attended by someone it caught unsuspecting on the radio. We’re a very talk-to-God crowd in AA, and contra Wallen, there’s a humility in this song that’s not matched at all by its sound, but which pushes its stridence into something resembling passion. I’ve just found out via Google/Wikipedia that Jelly Roll is apparently an “American rapper”. He looks like a heavier Post Malone – also an “American rapper” even though everything he puts out sounds just like a pop song – and has a narrative about being incarcerated many times, which also lends some poignant complexity to his hit’s hook. Verdict: annoying if you’re in the wrong mood, but not necessarily bad for your health.

Next in my discovery journey is finding out who the War & Treaty are – they’re a Black husband and wife who weave country and rock into more traditionally Black styles like soul and blues. It makes sense that they’d team up with Zach Bryan, one of the better and, dare I say it, more soulful heavy country hitters hanging out in the high end of these charts. “Hey Driver”, which doesn’t trouble you with electric guitars or even drums at the top, is really stirring. The juxtaposition of tW&T’s full-bodied harmonies against Bryan’s voice, which crumbles once it hits the air, is gorgeous, and the lyrics boast a complexity rarely troubled with on most of these hits. It’s all sincerity, but for the most part, I feel like it earns it. Though the Billboard charts continue to exhibit a kind of separate-but-equal mélange of genres, this sort of crossover still feels rare – even if so much pop, R&B and country takes production cues from hip-hop.

At #16 (we’re at #16 btw) is the ever-restless, currently-somewhat-exhausted Miley Cyrus, whose tired but empowered “Flowers” is already one of pop’s great breakup anthems and stands as one of the songs of last summer. I spent some time in Ms. Cyrus’ canon last spring for a piece I’m proud of, but it didn’t dispel the impression I’ve always had that behind that fabulous voice and insouciant demeanor is not a very clear artistic vision. Cyrus swings from new tack to new tack, and unless she’s put a truly fantastic single together – she does this every so often – there’s always a trace of “unconvincing” there for me. “Used to Be Young” is scarcely different. A piano ballad, something she seems to personally favor, it has an air of reflective weariness (cf. “Malibu”) and light penitence (perhaps for She is Coming?). The media was rarely kind to her, but the hurt only comes out in her songs. The hook is solid, if a little programmatic (“you say I used to be wild, I say I used to be young”), and the music narrowly avoids sappiness with an atmospheric, beaty arrangement. And the fact is, when she starts to belt, she thins out her competition.

“Religiously” by Bailey Zimmerman – I would’ve typed “Blake” based on his face and sound if I hadn’t looked twice – is another revved-up, growly country song about having been deserted, and unlike Mr. Wallen, Zimmy doesn’t wink at you that she was super wrong to leave. The chorus – “I ain’t got the only woman who was there for me/religiously” – skirts patriarchal discomfort, but the lucky among us have had a deeply patient, unwaveringly supportive partner, so the regret is broadly relatable. The religious content is also rather muted – not like this is worship music or anything, though I guess it could pass if it were cornier – weaving the spiritual and secular in a seemingly seamless way. But it’s not not corny. It’s not clear if BZ has a sense of humor, and while his voice has some nice gristle to it (a la ZB), like most of country’s current heavy hitters, the music sounds straight from the factory (a factory with mandolins).

Lil Durk (feat. J. Cole)’s “All My Life”, #14, is also corny, but not enough to drag it down. The slow unfurl of its polysyllabic ruminations (there’s an element of hip-hop the rest of pop would do well to absorb), the classic-Kanye style kids’-choir hook, the simple, gorgeous chord progression: this is a song that aims to make you cry, and more or less earns it. Cole’s climactic middle section about slain young rappers is the highlight, of course; never were more brilliant pop stars cut down too soon than in the modern rap era. But the whole thing has a humility and sense of dynamics that arrests you the whole way through, even the verses you’re not following perfectly between choruses. There is a problem here, though – the single’s sweet sugar was harvested and glazed over by none other than Dr. Luke, one of music’s accused whose charges seemed credible enough to strip him of his license to practice. Can’t Ke$ha count on us?

#13 is “Flowers”, and #12 one of three fantastic hits from the indisputable movie of the summer. Barbie was fainter for me than I wanted, though I’m not sure how much more subversive – it’s quite subversive! – it could’ve been while still nailing the something-for-everyone thing. And anyway, what do I know? I’m just a Ken (or perhaps an Allan). “Barbie World”, the #12 in question two weeks ago – remember, this is all two weeks ago, I make the rules here – is the weakest of the trio. It’s a trap-haze interpolation of the old Aqua hit, a great song which nevertheless felt so aggressively hyper back in the ‘90s, it could hit like a form of torture in the wrong mood. Nicki Minaj, my original 2010s hero, hasn’t helped herself personally for a bit, but her effortless, earth-scorching command, even at a low temperature, is a perfect vessel for the universal empowerment this theme and its film intend – “all of the Barbies is pretty” indeed. #6 on this chart is Dua Lipa’s mint-condition, made-to-order disco anthem “Dance the Night”, the sort of banger that feels like it’s been around forever. The last Barbie hit, Billie Eilish’s startlingly canny “What Was I Made For”, a ballad that astounds a little harder every time it languidly unfolds, hung in at #22.

Oliver Anthony Music had dropped just outside the top 10 at this time. Part of my picking an earlier chart is that I wanted to write about him; that said, I don’t know that a single song has had more written about it in the recent past, and all in one week. Much was made of Anthony(whose beard conceals his build)’s irritation with people who use taxpayer-funded welfare to buy cheap treats. In fact, his fatphobia is the clearest toxicity in the lyrics, though the reference to “minors on an island somewhere” – as if the U.S. government did a thing to keep Jeffrey Epstein from hurting people – codes conspiracy theorist. But all the carping about his fishy success belies the fact that the song sounds great. Mr. Music’s voice is searing and powerful, the stark banjo and the outdoor ambience a production coup, and if it wasn’t so clear he was coming at this from the wrong place (though to be fair, he’s abjured any party affiliation), it would speak to the great open secret of U.S. politics, which is that bullshit pay is everybody’s problem, and these wedge issues, however serious, are there to distract us from uniting against our oppressors. As Billy Bragg put it in his pitch-perfect rebuttal, “join a union”. We’ve just been reminded strikes still work.

Having already touched on #6, I’ll breeze through 10 to 7. 10 is Rema & Selena Gomez’s “Calm Down”, an Afrobeat-graced pop hit with a vibe much resemblant of Bad Bunny and other recent Latin pop. Gomez’s post-Waverly Place penchant for coming on like she’s absolutely done with everything and is too tired to be bothered anymore suits the single’s quiet storm perfectly. “Vampire” is Olivia’s current piano-kissoff coup, and you already know how much it doesn’t suck. Gunna’s “Fukumean” gets stuck in my head here and there – well, just the “Fukumean” part – and I always subsequently wonder what it sounds like on the radio, where you still can’t quite say exactly what the fukumean. The music feels generic if peppy; the lyrics are conventional hip-hop aggro-bravado. SZA’s “Snooze” is no snooze, but also no “Kill Bill”.

I went through a breakup this summer, right around the time Morgan Wallen’s “Last Night” blew up. His music is insistently catchy and melodically brawny, so for a short time “no way it was our last night” was sort of a pet chorus in my head. But this deteriorated quickly, paying attention to the rest of the lyrics – said night was booze-fueled, not the most relatable or charming thing for a grateful recovering alcoholic, and once again, Wallen’s greasy cockiness is an automatic turn-off. There’s very little indication that his ex wants to stick around, much less that Wallen, whose cultural function is primarily as a “cancelled” superstar half of the country is propping up in retaliation, has done a lot of self-interrogation about it. The song really does sound great, and its hook is invincible, but once again, it isn’t exactly good for you.

The late-breaking triumph of Taylor’s “Cruel Summer” would also leave a bad taste if the song weren’t one of her best. I say this because of the recent scenario in which our new pop hero Olivia Rodrigo had to pay Swift, whose business acumen seems genuinely frightening, for a touch of inspiration from this song (a chanted section…?) that could be ungenerously interpreted as some sort of theft for which some sort of repayment is in order. Their lawyers worked it out, but bad blood feels inevitable; Swift famously supported Rodrigo in a deliberately maternal way when “Drivers License” (sorry, “drivers license”) hit, but it’s not impossible to imagine that zillionaire cipher feeling a twinge of jealousy from which a few petty things might result. Rodrigo’s evasive responses in interviews seem to give credit to this suspicion.

Into the top #3, and here sits one of my favorite curios, Luke Combs’ musically beefed-up but lyrically unaltered cover of Tracy Chapman’s “Fast Car”. Combs absolutely has truck nuts voice, and I’m still not clear what people who prefer that voice above all others do when he drops the line about his time as a checkout girl. It’s hard to pinpoint anything nefarious here; Combs has just sent an influx of money into the bank account of a more-or-less forgotten Black female singer-songwriter – though that song endures, and is now living in the high reaches of the charts, because it’s fucking fantastic. But then, I haven’t read any thinkpieces about it, and I’m getting about as tired of writing as you are of reading, so we’ll move on.

My boy Zach Bryan and our girl Kacey Musgraves are (well, were) at #2 with their gently broken collab “I Remember Everything”. With its soft bass-drum pound, quiet strumming, slowly sawn violins and swaths of echo, it sounds a bit like mists floating grimly over fields (antebellum, perhaps? Nah, not for Kacey). Here are two of our deftest, most openhearted country stars, and, finally, a country breakup hit with not a kernel of corn, setting its scene through pure suggestion instead of beating you over the head with a big new cliché in a sack full of old ones. Its magic dispels a little the closer you look, but it really works. So does the unflappable Doja Cat’s “Paint the Town Red”, noted by chartwatchers as the first rap hit atop the hot 100 in a hot minute. As with “Dance the Night”, once DC rolls in over the music, the song feels classic and eternal. Not unlike Dionne Warwick’s “Walk on By”, the source of its sample – a 60-year-old hit of such intense and incongruous fragility, it’s astonishing how well they worked it in. In the Spotify age, all pop is eternal. To that end, any summer whose soundtrack is woven into your soul is endless.

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memphisfaith · 2 years ago

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Chapter 3: Heat of The Moment

Paring: Jeon Jungkook x reader

Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Street Racer!AU, Smut

Word Count: 6.4K

Warning: Cursing, mentions of smut, smut, consumption of alcohol, mentions of violence, violence, mentions/hints of abuse, abuse, mentions of death, death, illegal activities.

Summary: You never know what cards your delt in life, not until you learn to use them. I never thought I'd be good a stealing, but there I was steal off the streets. I never thought I'd learn to drive a car, but here I am learning from The Dark God of Seoul. I never thought I'd have an actual family, but I will.

As soon as the crowd shouted one I shifted into the correct gear and quickly took off. To my luck I passed the guy beside me. I could tell he didn’t have much of an engine like Namjoon’s car, so I pulled ahead and cut him off leaving him to trail behind me. As soon as we do we pass the first stoplight.

Continuing down the street I can still hear the cheers from the crowd behind us. I glance in my rear view mirror to see his face through his front windshield. An irritated look is itched onto his face as we pass the second stop light.

I smirk as he tries to steer around me, I pull into the next lane with him continuing to cut him off every time he changes lines. The third stop light is the turn around point, a point that usually has a police car stationed not too far away.

As I reach the third stop light I steer the car into the middle of the road to give me some room before I quickly shift gears and turn the wheel as hard as I could to the left. I drift Namjoon’s car to a 180°.

Once the hood of the car faces the opposite direction I hit the brakes. When the car came to a stop I switched gears again and slammed on the gas. As I pull off I glance into the rear view mirror again. The guy behind me just finished circling his car around and I watched him burn rubber trying to get his car to haul ass up the street.

I smirk as he finally bursts forward and up the road. I’m already at the 2nd stop light by the time he gets anywhere near me. As I passed the second stoplight the crowd came back into view, but I pulled away from the crowd when the guy’s headlights glowed a little too much for them to be as far away as they were when I last checked.

Upon looking back again I see right on my ass, I speed up a bit more to keep him at a distance but he only speeds up with me. I speed up again but as I do he continues to speed up with me. This continues until I notice him trying to nick the bumper of my car, I glare at him through my rear view mirror. I watch an angry look cross his face, I watch him switch the gears in his car as he now does his damndest to hit my bumper, I steer my car closer to the edge of the road and he follows me there. Just as he hits his Nitrous Oxide System, I jerk the wheel to the left just in time as his car bursts forward, almost hitting me in the process.

My eyes widen as I see him lose control of his car and crash into the railing, causing his car to flip. I cross the last stop light and come to a stop in front of the crowd. Some people surround me as others rush over to the crash sight. I peak through the crowd just enough to see people pull the guy out of the car. I don’t feel bad about what I did, leading him on like that. It was a close call sure, but I’d rather him crash than me getting Namjoon’s car nicked. He fully intended on crashing me, and there was no way in hell I was going to let that happen.

I’m pulled out my thoughts and dragged through the crowd by Namjoon, a cold and unreadable expression carved across his face. He pulls me all the way over to where we had previously parked. There waiting for us is the Mentors and their Protogies.

I swallow hard at their expressions. Once Namjoon let go of me I stood in front of them all, their expressions still hard. The pressured looks grew too much and I ducked my head. “Pick your head up,” Namjoon demanded.

I swallowed hard again and picked my head up but didn’t dare look at any of them. It’s quiet for a while, unbearably quiet. “Well who’s going to say it?” Hoseok demanded, I flinch at the sound of his voice. No one answers, “Fine I will,” He scoffs.

“Congrats princess, you just won your first Drag Race.” Hoseok cheers, my gaze flies to Hoseok as he shoots me a thousand watt smile. “Congrats sweet girl,” Jimin chimes with a smirk, I felt my cheeks heat up as I kicked at the ground unable to look at them. I jump as I feel a hand place itself on my head, looking up I see Namjoon looking down on me with a small smile. “Good job baby girl,” He smiles, I felt my chest swell with pride.

So much that I didn’t process lunging forward and hugging Namjoon until I felt his arms wrap around me and cover me in warmth. We stayed like that for a solid minute, until he was the one to pull away. “I’m going to bring the car around. I’m proud of you though (y/n)” He smiles.

I nod and watch as he walks back into the crowd, turning back to the group I’m met with Yoongi. He looked at me with a small frown, I felt my heart sink a little at his disappointed look. “You did good kid, you really did. But you scared him half to death out there. You’ll break his heart if you pull another stunt like that.” He sighs.

“He has a heart?” Jin pipes up, “yes,” Yoongi and I answer together. “He was ready to kick that guy's ass for you, you know. And a small part of me wished you would have let him because if something actually happened to you out there it would have broken him.” Yoongi mumbles.

“He cares about you a lot more than you realize kid, Hell he even lets you drive Monster.” Yoongi chuckles, “Monster?” I question. Yoongi looks at me questionably until he lets out an irritated sigh. “Always keeping something from someone.” He muttered lowly. Yoongi looks back at me, “You know what kid, stop by the shop sometime, I’ll fill you in and I’m sure Tae would love to see you.” He smiles. My eyes widen at his offer and I watch as he chuckles at my eager nods.

After Yoongi leaves Tae takes his place, “whatever possessed you to that should possess you more often.” He grins. I shook my head at his excited boxy smile, “I swear I thought Namjoon was going to break his neck when offered to race for pink lips.” He laughs, “but then there you go stepping in like the badass goddess you are, and boy did you show him his place.” Tae muses.

“Goddess?” I question, Tae smirks coyly. “I heard it around, it makes sense really. Namjoon is the Dark God,” He shrugs. A smile slips onto my lips, “Yoongi says I should stop by soon, do you think you can pick me up at the garage after school?” I question, Tae lets out a scoff “I’d like to see you stop me.” He chides.

Just as our conversation ends Namjoon rolls up and parks in his previous spot. Namjoon leans over the passenger side seat, “Let's head out baby girl,” He calls. I nod my head and quickly wave bye to Yoongi before climbing into the car.

As Namjoon drives down the road it’s quiet, not even the radio plays. Unable to take it I spoke up, “Thanks for worrying Namjoon,”. I see a small smile grace Namjoon’s lips, “It's my job to worry about you (y/n). You don’t need to thank me.” He chuckles.

I frown at his dismissal of my thanks, “It’s not your job to worry about me Namjoon, you shouldn’t have to.” I chide. I see Namjoon roll his eyes, “(y/n) I may not know anything about you apart from all you’ve allowed me to know but I’m not ignorant. I see and recognize a lot more things you give me credit for. So when I tell you it’s my job to worry about you, I mean it because I know no one else is.” Namjoon says sternly.

My eyes widen at his confession and I sink back into my seat, Namjoon’s eyes soften at the sight of my reaction. “Like I said, I don’t know anything for sure and you don’t have to tell me until you're ready. Just know from now on I will be the one to take care of and worry about you.” He spoke softly.

“And if that means you're going to give me a heart attack every time you decide you're going to race then so be it,” He chuckles. His small laughs cause me to smile a little, “But please refrain from doing so as much as possible. I can’t handle that much heartache baby girl.” he sighs dramatically. “I’ll try.” I grin in response. “That's my girl,” He grins as he pulls into the garage.

True to Taehyung’s words, that Monday was filled with nothing but gossip about the Goddess Prodigy. The stares only grew but they changed in a way, they weren’t judgmental like how they were before. Somehow they looked more like in awe.

As we got out of the car and headed up to the loft I stopped him before he went to his room. “How’d you figure it out?” I question softly, Namjoon leans forward and places a soft kiss on my forehead, “The best listeners don't need words to listen to at all, but only the best knows to listen between the lines when words are spoken.” He chimes. I roll my eyes at his philosophical response. He needs to stop reading all those books before I don’t understand him anymore.

That afternoon Namjoon picked me up but I soon told him I was leaving to hang out with Tae. Namjoon just sent me a small smile and told me to come back before heading home. With his warning in mind I waited for Tae to pull up in the front of the garage.

Tae pulls up in his same orange mp 412-c, He grins as he reaches across the passenger seat and opens the door for me. I almost regret getting in as he decided it would be a fun idea to speed all the way to his garage.

I nearly kiss the ground when he finally parks the car and lets me out. Once I pulled my shit together and I looked up at the building. It's a sleek two story house with a garage that seems to be the size of the whole house.

I glance over at Tae to see him grinning smugly, “This isn’t even half of it. Yoongi and I have a collection so big that we have cars stored in other countries.” He brags. “That’s not exactly true and you know it,” A voice chides. My eyes shoot in it’s direction to meet a Yoongi, who is dressed the same damn way Namjoon does when he works at home.

“Come on in Kid, we have lots to talk about.” He waves as he turns to walk back into the house. Without another word I follow Yoongi into the house. As Yoongi leads me into the house I take notice of the small framed decorations. Framed posters and Newspaper clippings from events of all kinds.

One has a picture of a familiar black car racing down an interstate with at least five cop cars chasing behind it. Another is a framed Magazine cover, low and behold Seokjin stood with a trophy in one hand and Jeon Jungkook’s shoulder in the other as he too holds a trophy just a inch and half smaller than Seokjin’s. Both a shining glittering gold with two beautiful race cars parked in the back drop.

There's another newspaper clipping, one with the Mug shot of none other than Jung Hoseok as he holds his serial number with a smug expression. But then right beside it is another, this one however is a mug shot of none other than Min Yoongi, he looks stone cold and emotionless as he holds his serial number.

“You know one day you’ll be up on that wall,” Yoongi said from beside me. A small smile falls onto my lips, “I would like to think so.” I nod. Yoongi shot me a small smile, “But it seems Jungkook has, yet again, already beat me to it.” I mumble.

I hear a hard scoff come from Yoongi, “Honestly I don’t get why you compare yourself to that brat.” yoongi grumbles. A small laugh falls from my lips, “Come over here and sit down, I don’t like standing.” Yoongi continues to grumble.

I follow the older man’s orders as he leads me over to a couch in a living space. Yoongi has a big leather bound book tucked under his arm and I only notice when he plops it on the coffee table in front of us.

Yoongi flicks it open and as he turns the pages I see more newspaper clippings and a few odd photos are what fills it’s pages. Yoongi comes to a halt and taps his finger on one picture, looking down at the picture I gasp seeing of who it is.

It’s Namjoon, a very young Namjoon. He stood with an arm wrapped around an annoyed looking Yoongi as they leaned on a familiar black car. “Way back when, this was just a thing we did to pass the time. Namjoon and I worked in the mechanic shop in the same small town. Namjoon saved up three summers worth of money to buy that black car you drive and fixed it from scrap.” Yoongi explains.

“He cleaned and repaired what he could, but he bought new parts for it and added a few features here and there all topped off with a fresh coat of paint. That one car started it all for us. Namjoon and I spent countless hours figuring out how to get the damn thing to run. It was a monster to fix.” He chuckles.

“But when we finally got it to run, it was a whole nother kind of monster. That beast won countless drag races. When we started getting attention people actually started calling it the Monster, Namjoon and I found it all too fitting and decided to let it stick around.” He sighs almost blissfully.

“It wasn’t too long after those few races did this guy come into town to get a look at us. He tracked us down to our small town auto shop and offered us a job, an illegal, but thrilling job that two young small town boys couldn’t refuse. Especially with the numbers he was throwing around.” He continues.

“The guy evaluated us for a while, mentored us. Namjoon in driving and I in mechanics. He set us up on our first jobs and everything flew from there. Namjoon got good, damn well too good and I got smart, damn well too smart. Things fell into place way too easily for us.” Yoongi mumbles before he starts to flip through the book again.

“We come from humble beginnings but we aren’t saints. We’ve killed people, some intentionally and a lot whole lot more unintentionally. But the thing is I can count on one hand how many people Namjoon has intentionally compared to the rest of us.” He sighs, stopping at a page.

On the page is an old mugshot, someone looking eerily like Namjoon. “It shouldn’t be my place to tell you this, but I know Namjoon well enough to know he’ll keep it to himself and away from you for as long as he can. Especially, you know, given your situation.” He trails off.

“Namjoon used to sleep in his driveway a lot, in the car, with the doors locked. So his alcoholic father wouldn't wander into his room late a night to beat him senseless. Sometimes he’d steal the keys and drive over to my place park on the curb and sleep there. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve walked out to get the paper or mail to find that basterd’s car parked on the curb and Namjoon stretched out asleep in the back seat.” Yoongi sneers.

I look down at the Mug shot again, “The day Namjoon killed his father was the single most reliving yet daunting day of his life. Namjoon had come home to tie up loose ends with his father, only that night ended with Namjoon taking that car he used to sleep in and driving right over that dead beat’s body.” Yoongi concludes.

“When Namjoon first told me he got an prodigy one of the first things he told me was that something was happening somewhere.He didn’t want to push you into telling him, but he doesn’t want to let things get too far, especially since he has an idea on what's going on.” Yoongi mutters.

“I knew it was bad since the moment you walked through that farmhouse door, I remember the look on your face when Jimin went to hug you and I remember the memory of Namjoon having that same face at one point in his life.” he mumbles rubbing a hand along the edge of his jaw and over his mouth. His eyes tell me he’s seeing that face in his memory right now.

“But I also remember the look of pure joy that flooded his face the moment you hugged him a night ago. I’ve only seen Namjoon that happy a few times, and it was that moment I realized he was in deep. Which is why I told you, for his sake, be careful. If Namjoon lost you, that would be it. It would throw him head first over the deep end and I don’t know if I can drag him back let only him being the same ever again.” yoongi stresses.

I swallow the information slowly, “Do...do you know how we met?” I question. Why did I ask, I had no idea, but I had nothing else to say. There wasn’t a way to respond to so much raw intimate information.

Yoongi, however, didn’t seem to mind my random question. He only shook his head, I felt myself smile. No doubt that same ‘dopey’ smile that Tae says Namjoon and I share. “I stole a bag of money from him on my bike when he was leaving the bank.” I answer, a large gummy smile broke from Yoongi.

“He chased after me and I guess that's what got him interested in the first place. I got so panicked that I made a mistake and he cornered me. I thought he was insane when he offered me to be his prodigy.” I smile harder. “But I guess I was really the insane one, because I was the one who climbed in the car of a total stranger that day.” I muse.

“I didn’t know who he was or what he did, not until we started. I learned who the Criminal Kim Namjoon was before my goofy mentor. But seeing that side of him, he didn’t scare me, because I knew that in a way he was more like me. Or more, I was like him. I didn’t know it when we started, but slowly he was able to describe things about me I couldn’t, even when he wasn’t talking about me. He filled in the missing pieces and wrote in the blanks. And for that I am entirely grateful I stole his favorite Italian leather bag right out of his hand.” I finished.

“You're going to be one hell of an Elite kid, You just have to show the world and get out of your shell a bit.” Yoongi smiles patting my head. “Maybe when Namjoon trusts me enough to let me have my own car, or let me have my bike back.” I shrug with a sloppy smile.

Yoongi looks at me questionably, “What did you drive? The bike I mean?” He questions leaning back in his seat. “I drove a Hawk RPS dirt bike.” I recall, Yoongi scoff. “You drove that piece of trash?” He scoffs. I shrug, “It was all I was able to get my hands on. Most people won’t sell decent bikes to anyone without a license.” I grumble.

“Well now you know me and tae, and there ain’t no way in hell I’m going to let my best friend’s little girl drive around on a Hawk rps, especially when she knows someone as talented as me.” Yoongi grumbles. I felt my chest burst with warmness at his words.

“I don’t think Namjoon would appreciate you getting me a bike yoongi, especially when I haven’t even gotten a car yet. Not to mention one he hasn’t even agreed to, let alone approved.” I ramble Yoongi rolls his eyes. “Like I give a damn what Namjoon thinks, He’s had you for almost a year and a half and he still hasn’t gotten you a car. At this point he’s just trying to keep you as close as possible and being overprotective.” Yoongi chides.

“I heard what he told Jungkook when he found out what happened on your first day of school, needless to say the man is hell bent on making sure you're taken care of little girl.” Yoongi chuckles. I nod my head silently as my cheeks flush pink. “Just leaving everything to me, I’ll get something nice going and don’t worry your pretty little head over what Namjoon thinks. If he says anything tell me and I’ll handle it.” he smiles patting my head lightly.

With that final word yoongi stood from his seat and looked at the clock on the wall, “I should tell Tae to get you home before Namjoon calls and causes me a headache because he’s worried.” He groans.

Yoongi calls Tae to take me home as the boy in question complains that he didn’t even get to spend anytime with me. I felt my heart skip a beat when I heard Yoongi assure him I could be coming around a lot more often and he’ll have time to hang out with me.

Tae doesn’t complain anymore after hearing that, instead he takes me out to the car, he even opens the door for me. The drive home was just as dangerous as the ride there. I’m relieved when I see Namjoon standing on the sidewalk waiting for me.

I hop out of the car at the first chance I got. Running to Namjoon I jump him completely throwing myself into him. I latch my legs and arms around him as tight as I could as I feel him stumble. Lucky he doesn’t fall and holds onto me tightly. “Did you miss me that much?” He chuckles. I buried my head into the groove of his neck but shook my head.

“Can we go upstairs?” I mumble, I hear him chuckle but I feel him nod. He stalled for a moment, most likely saying bye to Tae. When he carried me all the way to the loft I pulled away to properly face him.

He sent me a comforting dimpled smile, I took a deep breath. “Would it be okay if I stayed here from now on?” I question, Namjoon’s eyes widen but they sparkle with a certain joy. Namjoon cups my cheeks before planting a kiss on my forehead.”Of course Baby girl, I’ll always be here if you need anything.” Namjoon smooths. A grin breaks out across my face, “So now would be a good time Yoongi told me he would build me a motorcycle right?” I question.

It takes Namjoon a solid minute to process what I said, But once he did, boy was that a show. Namjoon grows a bright red before he starts ranting so fast I can’t keep up, he throws his hands up every so often and starts pacing the room. He eventually knocks down a painting in his dramatics.

After his rant I watched him call Yoongi to start a whole new rant, it was amusing. Eventually he calms down, thankfully, and he sits down on the couch with me. He lets out a long sigh before glancing at me with a guilty expression. “I guess, it’s okay.” He spoke up, “Did Yoongi chew you out?” I ask. Namjoon covers his lower face with his hand as he nods silently.

“He’s right though, I’m holding on too tight. I need to let you go do what I trained you for. So I’ll let Yoongi build you your bike. But once he finishes we’re gonna start your car.” He confesses. “Start my car?” I question, “Yeah, we’re going to do this the old fashioned way.” He grimes cheekly.

My eyes widen, “We’re going to build my car?” I gasp, Namjoon lets out a chuckle. “We sure are, and you can’t cheat and get Tae or Yoongi to help you.” He rules out pointing a finger at me. “Well, you can ask them questions or some advice and recommendations. BUT they can’t touch it until it’s done.” He revises, I nod my head eagerly as he chuckles and runs a hand over my head.

“It’s late and you have school in the morning. Get some sleep, I’ll let you have my bed until I can get everything worked out.” He smiles before standing. I nod with a smile, I stood and gave him one last hug before walking to the bedroom.

True to his word Namjoon worked throughout the week to get me settled into his loft. He started with Japanese paper walls and sliding doors before proceeding to forbid me from entering it until it was finished. He moved in all the furniture during the day and worked on decorating it all in the afternoon when I was home so I wouldn’t sneak off and catch a peak.

By Friday I’m over it, walking into school I catch up with Tae updating him on the newest Namjoon fails as he hurts himself decorating my room. School in question is slowly starting to make sense and Jungkook is becoming more and more bearable to the point we can now have a civil but awkward conversation.

Lunch is the best part of my day like any other highschooler, speaking of lunch Jungkook brings me lunch everyday. Thanks to Jin, and I’m half tempted to live there with him just for the food.

Just as the thought crosses my mind Jungkook is placing Jin’s food in front of me. I hurriedly open it up and dig in. “(Y/N)!” I hear Tae call, I glance over in his direction as he rushes to my side. “(Y/N), Darling, Baby Girl,” He begs, I cringe as Baby girl falls from his lips. “Don’t call me that,” I demand going back to my food. Jimin chuckles from across the table as Jungkook lets out a snort.

Tae whines in response as he clasps his hands together in a begging motion. “Could you do me the biggest favor?” He questions, I lift my eyebrow at him. “What Kind of favor?” I question slowly in return. Tae’s face brightens in response. “Could I use you to race for pink lips? He questions hurriedly.

My eyes widen at his request, the table goes silent. I let out a long sigh, “Did you get into trouble Tae?” I groan. “No! It’s just this guy I met who has this gorgeous drifting car but he only races for pink lips.” He sighs, “They why not bet one of your cars? I’m sure you're confident enough to win so there’s not much risk,” I shrug.

“He doesn’t do that either! He’s a total man whore who uses his car as bait to rope women into sleeping with him! It's a clever but disgusting Hustle strategy.” He explains, “Oh, well that’s pathetic.” I quip going back to my food. Tae groans yet again and lets his head fall onto the table with a thumb.

I finish my food soon after, but sigh when I see Tae’s pouting face. “Okay, so what would be in it for me. I’m not taking the risk of getting my body used without something in return.” I scoff. Tae instantly brightens, “A car?” He offers. I shook my head, “Your mentor is building me a bike and my mentor promised me a car.” I dismiss.

He hums a moment, “let's go for a favor for a favor,” He offers. “Oooh, A favor from the famed Hustler! That’s quite a big deal, sweetness. Especially since Tae can get just about anything from anyone.”:Jimin spoke up.

“Would Namjoon be okay with this?” Jungkook questions, “No, but it’ll be okay. He lets me finish anything I start.” I brush off. “That doesn’t mean he’ll be happy about it.” Jungkook scoffs, “I never said it does,” I quip. “Someone’s sass level is up today,” Jimin smirks, I shrug in response.

“Would you even know how to dress? I’m not sure the guy would be attracted to you no matter how perverted he is solely based on the way you dress.” Jungkook scoffs. I raise my eyebrow. “Is that a challenge Jeon?” I scowl. Jungkook shrugs, “Take it as you will.” He muses.

Jimin lets out a low whistle, “careful Legacy, if there's one thing I know about women it's not to challenge their feminism.” He advises.”Too late for that now, Jailbreak.” I smirk, “Not to be like Jungkook but do you really know how to dress like a race chaser?” Tae asks. “I had a life before this you know,” I smirk standing from my seat.

“Don’t worry your handsome face over my part of the deal okay, Pick me up from Joon’s around 7:00. I’m sure Namjoon wouldn’t let me leave the house with what I have in mind.” I muse.

Jimin barks out a laugh, “Oh I can’t wait to see this,” He grins. I shot him a wink before walking off to class early just so I could make a grand exit. I spent the extra time figuring out how I’m going to get a hold of my older clothes. While I’m there I should get some of my things to move into Joons.

By the time school ended I had formulated a calculated plan to get everything I need. Namjoon picks me up as always, but he leaves to go see what all yoongi has planned for my bike. He offers me to come along but I tell him Tae is picking me up later and I would like it to be a surprise.

Joon left without much of a fight and as soon as his car turned to the next street I was rushing down the opposite end of the street. Getting into my old place unnoticed was hard, but I managed to do it. I fill a trash bag with some of my old things before sneaking back out.

I get back home in record time, the few hours I had left are used to get ready. I start with a shower, using scented soaps and shaving everything clean of any kind of hair. After getting out I roll my hair into curlers before lathering scented lotion onto my skin.

I’m silently glad Namjoon isn’t home as I walk around in nothing but a towel. I dig through my trash bag and pull out my push up bra and seamless underwear. I put that on before dropping the towel to the floor and continuing to dig through the bag.

I find my red tank top that's so tight and low cut the swell of my breasts puffs up in the most tempting of ways. I manage to find my black leather mini skirt that ends right below the swell of my ass and fits to its shape in the best of ways. Deciding on shoes is the hardest part, I don’t drive in heels but tonight is not really about getting to drive.

Deciding to suck it up I pull out my black and red strappy heels, by the time I choose my shoes my hair is dry and I need to put on my make-up before I let it down. Once again digging through my bag I find my make-up, pulling it out I walk to the bathroom and set it all out.

I start simple with a little bit of foundation with an even littler amount of concealer. I move on to eyeshadow and settle on a dark nude shade to contour my eyes then use a sparkly nude shade from the corners to the middle. It’s simple but it brings out my eyes and adds an alluring look to them.

I use eyeliner to trace my water lines, it adds a depth to my look and I barely have to add any wing. I add a layer or two of mascara so my lashes are fuller and longer. After I’m satisfied with my eyes I use a nude shade lip pencil to trace my lips before adding a gloss on top. To finish off the look I dust on a healthy amount of highlighter.

With a complete face I dig under the sink for Namjoon’s hair dryer. After plugging it and turning it on I quickly brush it over my head to heat my hair up. Once I get some heat on it I take the curlers out and brush my finger through it softly until It cools. Leaving me a long curly locks that isn't that tight but still holds its shape.

As I part and section my hair accordingly I hear the buzzer go off, Tae must be here. I grab a small purse and add two or three things of my make up for touch ups before strapping my shoes. On the way to the door I grab my leather jacket for later.

I smirk as Tae’s jaw drops upon seeing my look. “Fuck, if I didn’t know any better I would race for pink lips against Namjoon for you.” He mumbles, I snort “It’s a good thing you know better,” I muse. “Yeah, Namjoon would kick my ass in and out of that race.” He mumbles. “Let’s go, Namjoon will lose his mind if I show up any later,” I laugh pulling him to his car. “Before or after he loses his mind over what you're wearing?” Tae smirks, “Probably before.” I sigh.

Tae hauls ass to the racing spot, Upon pulling in Tae shows off and unnecessarily revs his engine to announce our arrival effectively gaining everyone’s attention. Tae gets out with a smirk and chews the gum he popped in when we parked.

I watch him circle the car and open the door for me, he holds his hand out to help me out and I take it gracefully. I force down a smirk as I caught more than a few stares, I glance over to our group to see Jimin and Jungkook shell shocked, Jin has eyes the sizes of plates, Hoseok is grinning like devil who just ate someone’s soul, Yoongi’s smirk is impossible to miss, but Namjoon’s face is consumed in utter horror.

Tae uses his free hand to wrap my arm around the one I’m holding before shutting the door and leading us over to the group. I make sure my hips sway and my shoulders are straight to push out my chest as I walk. A dark look crosses Namjoon’s face upon reaching the group, he rips me away from Tae and jerks off his jacket before wrapping me in it.

“What the actual fuck are you doing?” He growls, I let out a line sigh. “Tae asked me to help him hussle this guy who has a car he wants, apparently the guy only races for pink lips and uses his nice cars as bait to win a fuck for the night.” I explain. “I agreed to help Tae win the car for a favor I can call in at any time I want.” I continue.

Namjoon’s face snaps over to Tae who jumps at his dark look, He glances between two of us as I stood straight to hold my ground. “Namjoon, I know what I’m doing. I’ve gotten myself into these situations before, long before I even knew you. I knew what I was getting into when I agreed and I know the risk I’m taking.” I defend.

Namjoon and I hold our gazes to each other, eventually Namjoon broke first. “That doesn’t exactly comfort me, but fine.” he huffs. Namjoon turns to Tae with his same dark look, “You better win or I’ll have your ass.” He scowls, Tae nods his head hurriedly. I pull off Namjoon’s jacket and hand it back to him, “Thank you for being worried.” I smile.

Namjoon rubs a hand over the back of his neck and takes his jacket with the other, “It’s my job,” He smiles. “I know,” I grin before turning to the rest of the group. “I am delightfully impressed, and I hate to tell you I told you so kook but I’m not.” Jimin smirks. Jungkook groans and rolls his head back, “I get it, she looks good. But you can’t say you expected her to look THIS good.” He snaps gesturing to me with both hands.

Jimin shrugs, “I give you that,” he agrees. “I’m pretty sure he stopped functioning for a minute” Jin smirks, Jungkook jabs his mentor causing the older man to jump away with a laugh. “Do you think I can get in on deal offers too? There's a few people I’d love to piss off and get off my back.” Jimins with a lazy smirk. “I don’t know? Depends on what you're offering in return.” I smirk back.

“Aish, such a cold businesswoman.” he teases with a head shake. I shrug “I’m not much of a risk taker unless I know the price is equal.” Namjoon smirks off to the side, “That’s my girl,” He chuckles. “Ah, make more sense now. You're turning her into a cold criminal Joon.” Jin sighs. “Better than a naive one,” He resorts. “(Y/n) There he is!” Taehyung whispers, subtly pointing at a greasy looking man. But behind him is indeed a sexy looking car. “Are you ready?” He questions, “More than you know,” I smirk.

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