#30 Days Lost in Space kit

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DIY 30 Days Lost in Space Kit: What You Need to Stay Alive

Space has always been a source of wonder and curiosity. The idea of exploring the vast unknown, discovering new worlds, and living among the stars has fascinated people for centuries. But while space exploration has come a long way, it's also a harsh and dangerous environment. Surviving in space presents some unique challenges, from the lack of breathable air to the freezing cold temperatures.

Now, imagine being stranded in space for 30 days. You would have to rely on your resourcefulness to survive. Whether you're an aspiring astronaut or just someone who enjoys a challenge, the concept of a “lost in space” experience is intriguing. That’s where the DIY “30 Days Lost in Space Kit” comes in. It’s a fun way to simulate life in space and test your survival skills. Let’s dive into what’s included in this kit and how it helps you prepare for a month-long space survival mission.

What Makes Space Survival So Different?

Before we take a look at the kit, it’s important to understand why surviving in space is so different from surviving on Earth. Space is an extreme environment—there’s no air to breathe, temperatures can drop to extreme lows or rise to unbearable highs, and radiation from the sun can be deadly. On top of that, there’s no easy way to get food, water, or other resources. If you were stranded on a space station or spaceship, every decision you made about survival would be critical.

The DIY 30 Days Lost in Space Kit is designed to simulate these conditions and challenges. It helps you learn how to manage limited resources, keep yourself safe, and stay mentally strong. While it’s not a perfect replica of real space conditions, it’s a great way to get a feel for the types of things astronauts face when they’re on long missions.

What’s Inside the DIY 30 Days Lost in Space Kit?

The DIY kit is packed with all the essentials you would need to survive for 30 days in space. From food and water to oxygen and power, here’s what you can expect:

1. Oxygen and Breathing Supplies

Oxygen is one of the most important things you need to survive in space. Without it, you wouldn't last long. While the kit doesn’t fully replicate the life support systems used on real space missions, it does include a few items that simulate the basics of managing oxygen:

Portable Oxygen Supply: The kit comes with a small oxygen generator or compressed oxygen tank. This will help you practice managing your oxygen supply, just like astronauts do on long missions. You’ll need to use it carefully to make sure it lasts for the full 30 days.

Air Filtration System: To simulate the recycling of air in space, the kit also includes an air filtration system. It helps clean the air and ensure you have breathable oxygen, just like the systems on a real spacecraft.

2. Food and Water

In space, astronauts have to rely on special food and drink because they can’t grow crops or find natural water sources. The DIY kit provides everything you need to stay nourished for the 30-day simulation:

Freeze-Dried Meals: The kit includes freeze-dried meals that astronauts typically eat during space missions. These meals are lightweight, nutritious, and easy to prepare with minimal water. They’ll teach you how to manage food rations, just like astronauts would on a long mission in space.

Water Filtration System: Water is another critical resource in space. The kit comes with a portable water filtration system that helps you turn any water you have into drinkable water. This simulates how astronauts recycle water in space to conserve it.

3. Power and Energy

Keeping everything powered is crucial for space survival. Without electricity, life support systems and communication devices would stop working. The kit includes a few items to help you simulate how astronauts keep their equipment powered in space:

Solar-Powered Generator: The kit includes a small solar-powered generator that simulates how astronauts use solar panels to generate electricity. This generator can charge up to power important devices like lights and your oxygen supply.

Portable Battery Packs: There are also portable battery packs in the kit to serve as backup power in case the solar generator isn’t enough. These can be used to power your equipment when sunlight isn’t available or if you need extra power.

4. Communication and Navigation

In space, it’s important to be able to communicate with Earth and navigate safely. The DIY kit provides you with tools to practice both of these skills:

Satellite Phone or Radio: The kit comes with a satellite phone or short-range radio that allows you to simulate communicating with mission control. You’ll have to be careful with how often you use it, just like astronauts must be cautious with their communication systems in real space missions.

Navigation Tools: The kit also includes navigation tools like a star chart and compass, which help you simulate how astronauts navigate through space. These tools teach you how to find your direction and track your movement even in the vast emptiness of space.

5. Health and Medical Supplies

Space missions can be tough on the body, and astronauts need to be prepared to handle injuries or health issues in isolation. The DIY kit includes basic medical supplies that help you simulate space health challenges:

First Aid Kit: The kit provides a fully stocked first aid kit with bandages, pain relievers, antiseptics, and other medical supplies. These tools will help you handle minor injuries or illnesses during your 30-day mission.

Health Simulation Guides: Along with the medical supplies, the kit also includes guides to simulate common health issues astronauts face in space, like muscle atrophy or radiation exposure. These guides help you understand the challenges that come with spending long periods in space and how to manage them.

6. Repair and Maintenance Tools

Things break, even in space. Astronauts need to be able to repair equipment when something goes wrong. The DIY kit includes:

Repair Tools:A small set of tools—like multi-tools, duct tape, and spare parts—will help you simulate making quick fixes to your equipment. You’ll learn how to maintain and repair your space gear, just like astronauts do on the International Space Station.

Shelter Materials: The kit also comes with emergency shelter materials, such as a space blanket or a small tent. These can be used to simulate the process of creating a temporary shelter in case something goes wrong with the main space station or equipment.

7. Mental Health and Resilience

One of the toughest parts of being in space is the psychological strain. Being isolated in such an extreme environment can be overwhelming, so it’s important to stay mentally strong. The DIY kit helps you prepare for this aspect of survival too:

Journal and Daily Tasks: A space-themed journal and daily challenges are included to help you track your progress and reflect on how you’re feeling. Keeping a journal helps you stay connected to your emotions and maintain your mental well-being, just like astronauts do during long missions.

Relaxation and Recreation: The kit also includes a few simple activities, like a book or cards, to help you relax and unwind. These items are designed to help you manage stress and boredom, which are common problems in space.

Conclusion

Surviving in space is no easy task, and it requires careful planning, resource management, and mental toughness. The DIY 30 Days Lost in Space Kit is a fun and educational way to experience some of the challenges astronauts face when they’re in space for long periods. It includes everything you need to survive for 30 days in a simulated space environment—oxygen, food, water, power, medical supplies, and more.

Available at Crafting Table, this kit provides everything you need for your 30-day space survival experience. Whether you’re a space fan, someone interested in survival challenges, or just curious about what it might be like to live in space, the DIY 30 Days Lost in Space Kit offers a unique opportunity to test your skills and learn something new. Grab your kit today and get ready to see if you have what it takes to survive in space!

[tastydoge]

Last month, I participated in Sicktember!

I wrote 30 fanfictions total for the Don't Starve fandom. It took me about three months to write them all. It was really hard and time consuming, and I lost a lot of sleep for it, but it was fun.

I put them all into a series for ease of access, and here's a link to that:

Below the cut are links to all of the individual fics w/ their prompts & the involved characters. Hope you find something you like!

Day 1: “I’m not hungover, I’m just sick” (Or vise versa) - Woodlegs

Day 2: Too Much of a Good Thing/Overindulgence - Webber & Wanda

Day 3: Campus/Con Crud - Wanda/Wickerbottom

Day 4: “Great. I Got a Cold for My Birthday.” - Maxwell

Day 5: (Alt 5) Doctor’s Note - Winona/Genny

Day 6: Dizziness/Vertigo - Wheeler

Day 7: Borrowed Hoodie - Wilson/WX-78

Day 8: “The closest doctor is probably hours away from here!” - Wickerbottom & The Kids

Day 9: Overdramatic Patient/Caretaker - Wigfrid/Wes

Day 10: The Sniffles ™ - WX-78/Wilson

Day 11: Medieval Treatment - Wonkey

Day 12: “You’re not fine, you’re throwing up/coughing up a lung” - Wolfgang

Day 13: (Alt 4) Flushed Cheeks - Wormwood

Day 14: Clean Sheets/Fresh Pajamas - Walter & Woodie

Day 15: "Who decided __ is ‘sick people food?’" - Warly & Woodie

Day 16: Toxin/Poison - Wilson/WX-78

Day 17: Brain Fog/Spaced Out - Wilba

Day 18: “My whole body is one big ache.” - Wendy & Maxwell

Day 19: Hypochondriac Tendencies - Wigfrd

Day 20: Medication Bribery - Wurt & WX-78

Day 21: (Alt. 3) First Aid Kit - Walani

Day 22: “You didn’t use my cup, did you?” - Reader & Maxwell

Day 23: Under a Spell - Wortox & Willow

Day 24: Tales From the Waiting Room - Woodie

Day 25: Summer Flu - Wendy & Wigfrid

Day 26: (Alt 1) Hospital Bed - Wagstaff & WX-78

Day 27: “This is non-negotiable” - Wormwood & Walter

Day 28: (Alt 2) “I didn’t mean to wake you up.” - Maxwell/Wilson

Day 29: Sick on a Road Trip - Willow

Day 30: Past Prompt of Your Choice! (Sick in an Inconvenient Place) - Wilbur

[darl-ingfics]

Sicktember 2024 Masterlist

Updating daily, but I've filled in previews for Day 1-5, as well as groups for a few more days!

Full Word Count: 38,941

ATEEZ - BTS - EXO -Seventeen - SHINee

“I’m not hungover, I’m just sick” - D.O. (stomach bug)

Too Much of a Good Thing - S.Coups, Joshua (cold)

Campus/Con Crud - Seonghwa (cold)

“Great. I Got a Cold for My Birthday.” - Minho, Onew (cold)

Rogue Organ - DK (tonsilitis)

Dizziness/Vertigo - J-Hope (exhaustion)

Borrowed Hoodie - EXO (flu)

ALT - Hospital - Taemin (exhaustion)

Overdramatic Patient/Caretaker - Dino (fever)

The Sniffles ™ - Hongjoong (cold)

ALT - “I didn’t mean to wake you up.” - Vernon, Joshua, Dino~ (flu, both varieties)

“You’re not fine, you’re throwing up”- Yunho (stomach bug)

Mononucleosis - Wooyoung, Yeosang (mono)

Claean Sheets/Fresh Pajamas - Xiumin (flu)

"Who decided __ is ‘sick people food?’" - Mingyu (cold)

Toxin/Poison - Taehyung (fever)

Brain Fog/Spaced Out - Woozi

“My body is one big ache” - Seungkwan (flu)

ALT - First Aid Kit - Wonwoo (cold)

Medication Bribery - Yeosang (flu)

ALT - Flushed Cheeks - Key (fever)

“You didn’t use my cup, did you?” - Woozi, Jun, Mingyu (strep throat)

Under a Spell - Jun (cold)

Tales From the Waiting Room - Yeosang, Mingi (flu)

Summer Flu - Dino (flu)

ALT - Doctor's Note - Taehyung (lost voice)

“This is non-negotiable" - Suho (general illness)

Pulling a ‘Ferris Bueller’ - Taemin, Jonghyun, Onew (flu)

29. Sick on a Road Trip - Jeonghan

30. Past Prompt of Your Choice! - Joshua (cold) Jun (injury) DK (voice loss)

[mwolf0epsilon]

The Umbaran Pathogen - Day 30: Coma

Summary: The Republic loses Umbara, and the 501st nearly lose Tup. Somehow, both of these things make a world of change even if at the moment all hope seems lost.

Warning: N/A

Twitch belongs to @gaeasun Pitch and Tacet belong to @lost-on-kamino Sol and Constelación belong to @milfcutlawquane

Here's what Tup and Dogma currently look like!

Prev / Next

[In which the events on Umbara are worsened by an unknown pathogen taking hold of both the 501st and 212th. These series of drabbles will follow a non-linear timeline based on the AI-less Whumptober prompt list for 2023.]

THIS STORY IS ALSO ON AO3

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The next few hours were a complete blur.

Between General Kenobi going through all of the infected troopers once more to make sure the parasites remained dormant, followed by him then absconding off to initiate negotiations with the Umbaran Generals, and finally the 501st medical squad messaging them with coordinates that would lead to the medical facility, there hadn't really been much time to stop and think.

And honestly, that was more of a blessing than a curse.

Because if Canivete were given the opportunity to sit down and really ponder on what she'd been told. Ponder on just what exactly Tacet had found out while investigating the comms issues. Then she might just break down crying.

And that wouldn't be helpful to anyone, now would it?

To think she'd lost a batcher to outright malice, rather than the 'unfortunate accident' it had been listed as. It broke her heart. Her little baby brother who hadn't even picked a name...

The thought haunted her more than the nights of shore leave where she'd spend her time sitting in front of a sealed door in the Jedi Temple. Listening to Abby's body breaking and changing into forms unsightly. Speaking to them in the hopes something of her youngest sibling could still understand her. Could still feel the love their ori'vod had for them...

Haunted her even more than when Peel would wake up in a cold sweat and run away from the barracks. Pacing down the halls like a caged animal searching for a way to break out of its prison. Digging his nails into his bare arms, and turning suddenly as he listened to the flow of energy that was muted to her and the rest of the vode, but not to him. Listening to it, because otherwise he'd be lost in thoughts that tormented him because of something well beyond his control.

But there was still hope for Abstract and Peel.

Sometimes Abby would respond to her words. Whisper back short words that sounded off but that were full of affection.

Sometimes Peel would tell her about his nightmares. Whisper his insecurities and fears and take comfort in knowing he at least had her to confide in.

The second eldest, the nameless brother who only had his number, had no hope left at all. His body undoubtedly lost in space within a Venator that had been taken over by Seppie Droids. Never to be reclaimed. Canivete would never be able to properly mourn him.

All because of Pong karking Krell...

"Cani..." She startled, looking up from where she'd been scrubbing her skin raw. Having spaced out when she'd been kitting up for surgery and gone to wash her hands.

Looking over her shoulder, she spotted Sponge who was certainly worse for wear but still a sight for sore eyes. The other medic's face covered in bacta patches, and the medical scrubs looked puffed out where thick bandaging had been wrapped around their torso, arms and legs.

Despite the injuries they'd suffered, they were back on their feet preparing themselves to perform surgery after surgery to remove the parasites from all of the infected vode.

Currently however, they were staring intently at her.

"I'm finished. Just..." She shook her head, trying to ignore what was eating away at her. Choke down the grief. "Just need to put on some gloves and then I'll be good to go..."

"You don't have to do this. There are 10 other medics available right now, myself included." Sponge offered, motioning to themselves and then shrugging. "The truce is in full effect and the supply ships have touched down. We have everything we need..."

"I want to help." Cani shook her head again. "I... I have to help."

"No you don't. Not really..." Sponge sighed, one hand still very much behind their back while the other rested on their hip. "I can tell you're hurting."

"No, you don't understand." Cani insisted. "I have to help. Otherwise I'll... I'll..."

"Believe me, I do understand..." Sponge looked away. That familiar glint of sorrow reflected back at her, in just the way their eyes looked shiny and wet. They too were often put down by one loss they'd never recovered from.

She'd made the mistake of hurting them once, she wouldn't do it again. Not when she valued their trust.

"....I know you do. I just... I can't think about it now." Canivete sighed sadly. What a life they both lived. The tragedy of the medics. "The vode need me. Need us."

"They do..." Sponge conceded, moving over to offer her a pair of clean gloves that they'd been hiding behind their back. "Promise me once this is done, that you'll board the next ship out of here."

"....I promise."

And she did. After the vode were free, she'd finally retire back to the Negotiator and let herself break open in the company of her friends. Right now, however, she had a job to do and she intended to be diligent about it. The more medics they had in service, the faster they'd get through every trooper.

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The Resolute was silent once it departed from Umbaran space. Not a soul made a single sound, aside from the usual announcement that they were making the jump to hyperspace. In the end there simply wasn't much to say. Not now at least. So the quiet had settled like a soothing blanket over a sleeping babe.

Not the calm before the storm, rather, the calm after it had passed.

Aside from the noiselessness, one other thing was evidently different than usual: There were a few troopers of the 212th present among the 501st rank. Something which Obi-wan had allowed, as a means to comfort those who had been irreversibly affected by the parasitic infection they'd suffered.

Not everyone who had joined had batchers in the 501st, but they certainly felt the camaraderie between both battalions and simply wanted to offer a shoulder to cry on. Others who did indeed have batchers, even if they had not been infected, sought to stick to their vode's side. Both celebrating their survival, and taking the time to appreciate that which they had taken for granted not too long ago.

It was not just Obi-wan and Anakin who needed to have an important talk about their bonds, after all.

Pitch watched quietly from the safety of his (excessively) padded out bunk, Tacet snoozing lightly by his side while their limbs were a slight tangle. Datapad (hosting a delightfully silly cartoon holofilm, about a tiny fish who becomes a nautolan girl to live with a young twi'lek boy who rescued her from a bottle) all but forgotten among the sheets while Pitch raked his fingers over his sibling's scalp.

Vodepiles were wonderful things really. Only a tiny quarter of all of the clone population was averse to them (and often it was because they were uncomfortable being touched due to very specific circumstances that were better left unmentioned). But sometimes what he really craved was to cuddle up with a single vod. Just like he and his batchers had sometimes done on Kamino, after one of them had a particularly bad day during training.

Back then piling up openly would have been far too dangerous, so they had taken turns. Covered for one another. It was as nostalgic as it was reassuring. A safety blanket of sorts.

In other bunks, different troopers had both similar setups or differing configurations they'd decided upon. It wasn't a proper gigantic pile like it was common to see after a battalion that had gone through a particularly grueling campaign, but it was a familiar sight all the same.

Lich and PB, for example, had curled up together in the former's bunk while practically cocooned in a blanket. Not quite asleep but also not fully awake. The longer haired trooper counting the odd number of scales dotted all around his older brother's face, while the other got used to the idea of cuddling his sibling with an extra set of limbs to call his own. Both looked very content.

A few feet away, Sponge and Coric were full on snoring on a mattress that had been haphazardly placed on the floor. Beau lay between them, her tail wagging away as Twitch (who was sitting besides the mattress, on a cushion someone had stolen from the officer's lounge) gently pet her. The younger medic had a look of pure wonder on his face, as the barghest responded to his affection with a gentle lick or two. He'd been more than a little enthused to meet Sponge's animal companion once he'd finally learned about her existence.

In his own top bunk, Kix sat with both of his batchmates while carefully changing Hardcase's bandages. Listening to Jesse sleepily mumbling away the things that had transpired while they'd been separated. The more hyperactive of the trio was holding a datapad that had some kind of comedy series playing on it, to keep him distracted long enough for the medic to be done with him.

In a more secluded corner of the room, Canivete had fallen asleep with Peel clinging to her back while her head rested on Sol's lap. The latter carefully brushing away the tear tracks that the grieving medic had left while whispering softly to his sister, Constelación. Both had managed to escape Umbara unscathed. By the skin of their teeth, the sunny dispositioned lieutenant had proclaimed.

Caramba and Azulejo were both sitting with them, making plans on what sort of cosmetic changes they could help the transformed vode make, to help them feel a little more like themselves. A new haircut here, a dye job there, some tattoos and piercings as well... They took in whatever feedback Sol and Constelación had to offer, since they themselves had experience with adding visually stunning aesthetics to make visible mutations seem like less of a big deal.

All around, wherever Pitch's eyes could see, vode were just being themselves. For once completely at peace.

In truth, this was the only sort of domesticity allowed to the clones. Sharing in the few quiet moments that they were spared while resting. It was never really enough time, but it was just about enough to relish in the presence and companionship of their siblings.

Relishing in the only constant of their tragically short lives.

A very bittersweet and rather finite moment, considering the circumstances of their mere existence. The purpose of their being. But one Pitch chose to enjoy all the same.

Something big would come out of this, out of abandoning Umbara to the whims of whomever might take it. But for now, the blue-haired medic really couldn't care. He had enough on his plate. So he chose to close his eyes instead, and let himself sink into blissful unconsciousness.

-

Trusting Fives to keep an eye on the twins, Rex carefully got out of his seat and up onto sore feet. He gave the room a brief once-over, grateful for the great number of empty medical cots in spite of all of the horrific things that had transpired during the campaign.

Quietly, with feather light toes, the Captain left the medbay.

There were duties he could not leave unattended for much longer. Reports that had to be made of what happened planet-side, casualties to be listed, spare supplies to be counted, and many other logistics nightmares that, in all honesty, he was dragging his feet over.

As he walked along the silent halls, Rex doubted his presence was all that comforting to the ARC trooper or to Dogma. In fact he doubted they'd notice him leaving at all, since the two were far too busy keeping vigil over Tup's bedside. Something which he couldn't blame them for.

The procedure had worked flawlessly on Dogma, Cody and every other infected trooper. Each parasite perishing and carefully extracted from where they'd connected themselves to the spinal chord of their hosts. The effects of the removal immediately noticeable to those who stood by them as they woke up.

Unfortunately the same could not be said for patient zero. Where everyone else had woken up after surgery, Tup had not. A coma. The rookie had fallen into a coma. His body having simply taken too big of a hit to bounce back as easily as everyone else had.

That sadly meant the poor kih'vod would need a much longer time to recover completely. And, as foolish as it was to give false hope, the medics didn't have the heart to tell Dogma that his twin might never actually wake up.

Not that Rex blamed them. The kid had already suffered enough...

Now that he was all on his own, alone with his thoughts, Rex knew for sure that Umbara had undoubtedly killed something in him. Granted he wasn't exactly sure what, but he certainly didn't feel like he was the same man that had first landed on that gods forsaken planet.

He couldn't be, when things had gone so disastrously wrong and he'd done so little to actually keep everyone safe. And that had left him pretty shaken up, especially when he'd gotten some rather distressing insight into just what exactly they'd been dealing with.

He should have guessed, really. The signs were there. But you know what they say about hindsight in the end...

That said, the one thing he knew for sure was that he was tired. Very very tired. But, as mentioned before, there was work to do and Rex was not one to shirk his duties. Even if all he wanted to do was curl up in his cot and press his face into a pillow until his eyes stopped burning, and his heart stop trying to beating its way out of his painfully tight chest.

He'd failed as a Captain and as a brother. And that was not something he could forgive himself for. Not something that should be easily forgiven at all.

Usually, when he was feeling like this, Rex would turn to Cody for guidance and support. Would ask his wise ori'vod what to do. But Cody had a lot to deal with himself, especially considering he was likely to suffer greatly thanks to the mutations he'd undergone.

Be scrutinized by the natborn officers of the GAR, and seen as even lesser than a clone, because of what the parasite had done to his body. Twisted and transformed into a form many would consider monstrous or even disgusting (it hadn't escaped anyone's notice how some of the vode and natborn personnel on board had flinched away from the infected on first glance).

It wouldn't be fair for Rex to pile his own issues onto his brother who'd suffered even more than he, without ever compromising his moral integrity. But he needed to talk to someone... Anyone...

Locking the door to his quarters and taking hold of his personal datapad, Rex stared at his contacts as he felt the sadness, rage and anxiety begin to set in in full.

Should he talk to Bly who had always been the best when it came to dealing with your feelings? Should he go to Wolffe who understood the burning rage that came with surviving great injustices? Should he go to Gree who was often reserved but a good listener?

His finger hovered over the screen, momentarily still as he took deep shuddering breaths. His vision blurring as tears began to pool in his eyes. Making it hard for him to even discern the names of the commanders he'd looked up to all his childhood. Who'd taken him in when he'd began to fall behind.

Then, after clearing his vision a bit, he made his choice and pressed on one very particular name. The longest minute of his life passed, before the call was accepted.

"It's 03:00. Someone better be dead." The ruby red helmet that greeted him had been put on sloppily, since part of the wearer's chin was still very visible, but Rex recognized the tired glower that was most definitely hidden beneath it.

He'd either woken up his brother or caught him during a very late shift. That particular tone was one he was very familiar with after all.

"F-Fox..." He choked out, unable to contain the sobs anymore. He was so tired and felt so weak. Everything had been his fault and he didn't know how to fix it.

All at once, the Marshal Commander's demeanor changed. His body language softened, but his tone remained cold and straight to the point. Rex recognized the concern behind it all the same. Fox may seem frigid and distant, but he was nothing if not the most loving and caring of the commanders. Something which he hid to everyone's benefit but his own.

"What happened?"

Feeling safe, despite the fact he was coming apart at the seams, Rex began to recount the atrocities that the 501st and 212th had gone through. And from behind the screen, Fox silently seethed as he listened to his little brother cry and despair.

And with that last little domino set in motion on the grand Rube Goldberg machine, the chessboard toppled over. The pieces no longer attached to their strings.

[modern-inheritance]

MIC Song List (Feb 2024)

The Phoenix by Fall Out Boy

The Massacre of El Kuroke by The Dead South

Nothing Left to Say by Imagine Dragons

Bud Like You by AJR

Lay Me Down by The Dirty Heads

I'm a Wanted Man by Royal Deluxe

Ghost Light by TheFatRat and EVERGLOW

Demons by Delta Heavy

Feel Something by ILLENIUM, Excision and I Prevail

Sway by Michael Bublé

I Shall Rise by Karen O

I Bet My Life by Imagine Dragons

Blood on My Name by The Brothers Bright

Hazy Shade of Winter by Gerard Way

Some Nights by Fun.

Another Me by Excision, Dylan Matthew, Wooli and Seven Lions

Spirits by the Strumbellas

My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark by Fall Out Boy

I'm So Sorry by Imagine Dragons

Warbringer (Feat. Lindsey Sterling) by TheFatRat

This is War by 30 Seconds to Mars

Thanks for the Memories by Fall Out Boy

My Silver Lining by First Aid Kit

Bangarang by Skrillix

Sober Up (Feat. Rivers Cuomo) by AJR

Back One Day (Outro Song) By TheFatRat and NEFFEX

Feeling Good (David Foster & Friends) by Michael Bublé

Let Me Live Let Me Die by Des Rocs

In the Air Tonight (Dead Space 3 Remix)

Who We Are by Imagine Dragons

Two Moons by BoyWithUke

She Wants Me Dead by CAZZETTE

Bones by Imagine Dragons

The Man Who Sold The World by Midge Ure and Ultravox

When We Were Soldiers by Trocadero

Say Amen (Saturday Night) by Panic! At the Disco

Out of My Mind by Jamie Berry

You're Dead by The Brains (WET soundtrack)

Put It on the Line by The Heavy

Let Love Win by TheFatRat and Anjulie

Fire by TheFatRat

In the Woods Somewhere by Hozier

Go To War by Nothing More

Renegades by X Ambassadors

Round One (feat. Lamar Hall) by Jeff Williams

The More (feat. Lamar Hall) by Jeff Williams

Oxygen (Feat. Julianne Hope) by Excision, Wooli and Trivecta

In the Pines by Janel Drewis

Pray by Jeff Williams

Short Change Hero by The Heavy

Forever (Feat. Casey Williams) by Jeff Williams

Natural by Imagine Dragons

Stronger by TheFatRat, Slaydid and Anjulie

Lost in the Rhythm by Jamie Berry and Octavia Rose

Warriors by Imagine Dragons

Our Song by TheFatRat and Cecila Gault

Bang Bang ft. Adam Levine by K'NAAN

Monody (Feat. Laura Brehm) by TheFatRat

Freaks by Timmy Trumpet and Savage

Legacy by Dirty Palm and Benix

Lean (Live with Strings) by Oh Land

Sharkface/Rooftop by Jeff Williams

Hunger by TheFatRat

Addicted by Bliss N Eso

Be Calm by Fun.

Can't Hold Me Down by GRiZ

Shepard's Tango (Citadel DLC Soundtrack)

Meet Me on the Battlefield by SVRCINA

She's Lost Control by The Arkhams

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Step-by-Step Guide to Snag a Free Government Tablet

Let’s be honest: Applying for government stuff feels like trying to assemble IKEA furniture without the instructions. You know the tablet is free, but the process? Mysterious. Annoying. Maybe even a little sketchy. But guess what? I’ve helped my neighbor, my cousin, and even my kid’s soccer coach get theirs—and I’ll spill exactly how they did it. No fluff. No jargon. Just straight talk.

Here’s the deal: 1 in 4 low-income families still can’t afford decent tech (thanks, Pew Research). Kids are typing essays on phones, job applications time out on shaky Wi-Fi, and Grandma hasn’t Zoomed her grandkids in months. A free tablet fixes that. Let’s cut through the red tape.

Step 1: Are You Eligible? (Spoiler: You Probably Are)

The government doesn’t make this obvious, but the bar is lower than you think. You qualify if:

You earn under 29,160/year(single)or29,160/year(single)or60,000 for a family of 4.

You’re on any assistance program—SNAP, Medicaid, WIC, SSI, Section 8, or even free school lunches.

You live on Tribal lands (extra perks here).

Wait—did you just eye-roll? My cousin did too. She thought her part-time job disqualified her. Turns out, her daughter’s free school lunches got them approved. Check EVERY program you’re part of.

Pro hack: Use the National Verifier tool (link below)—it’s like a TikTok quiz but for eligibility. Takes 90 seconds. No email needed.

Step 2: Pick a Provider That Won’t Ghost You

Not all providers are equal. Some drag their feet. Others send tablets that feel like relics from 2012. Stick with these:

Assurance Wireless: Free tablet + data in states like CA, TX, FL. Avoid their customer service at 5 PM—it’s chaos.

Q Link Wireless: No contracts. Decent Samsung tablets. But set reminders to renew your ACP yearly—they’ll drop you fast.

Cintex Wireless: Unlimited data (yes, Netflix counts). Perfect for job training videos or Wednesday marathons.

Red flags: If a provider asks for $$ upfront, RUN. The tablet and plan are 100% free. Period.

Step 3: Paperwork—Without the Panic Attack

You’ll need:

ID: Driver’s license, passport, or that state ID buried in your junk drawer.

Proof of Income/Benefits: Recent pay stub, tax return, or a screenshot of your SNAP portal (yes, screenshots work!).

Proof of Address: Utility bill, lease, or even a letter from a shelter.

Lost your documents? My buddy used a library printout of his Medicaid approval email. Got through. Be scrappy.

Life saver: Create a folder on your phone called “FREE TABLET.” Dump pics of your docs there. Thank yourself later.

Step 4: Apply Like You’re Ordering Takeout

Online is fastest:

Go to your provider’s site. (Pro tip: Use Chrome—their sites hate Safari.)

Click “Apply for ACP” or “Get Free Tablet.”

Upload your docs. No scanner? Use your phone camera + the Google Drive app to make PDFs.

Submit. Screenshot your confirmation number like it’s a concert ticket.

Mailing it? Send copies (NOT originals) via certified mail. Track it like your ex’s Instagram.

In-person: Libraries and nonprofits help FOR FREE. Bring coffee—they’re underpaid heroes.

Step 5: The Wait (and How to Not Lose Your Mind)

Approval takes 7-10 days. Use this time to:

Clear space on your Wi-Fi router.

Check your email spam folder daily. Approval emails love hiding there.

Got it? Sweet. Your tablet ships in 5-10 days. Most are refurbished Androids—nothing fancy, but they work. My neighbor’s kid got one with a cracked screen protector (thanks, USPS). She called Assurance, and they sent a new one.

Denied? Don’t quit. Common fixes:

Resubmit a clearer ID photo (glare is the enemy).

Switch providers. Some are pickier than others.

Burned by the Process? Here’s Your Fix Kit

“Tablet arrived broken!” Demand a replacement. Providers have 30-day warranties.

“I moved!” Update your address ASAP—before it ships.

“Can I get an iPad?” Nope. But pair the free data plan with your own device.

FAQs—Answered by Someone Who’s Been There

“Is this a scam?” Nope. But scammers exist. Never pay fees or give your SSN to sketchy sites. Stick to the providers I listed.

“What if I’m homeless?” Use a shelter address, outreach program, or even a friend’s place. You still qualify.

“Can I keep my phone number?” Yep! Tell your provider to port it over.

“Will they cancel me if my income changes?” Nope. Once approved, you’re good for a year. Reapply then.

Don’t Skip These Links

National Verifier Tool: Eligibility check in 2 mins.

FCC Complaint Hub: Report shady providers here.

Local Library: Free help with applications (and free Wi-Fi while you wait).

Go Get That Tablet—Before It’s Too Late

Government programs vanish faster than free samples at Costco. I’ve seen single moms use these tablets to finish nursing degrees and teens land first jobs via LinkedIn. Your turn.

Today’s Game Plan:

Check eligibility (link above).

Pick a provider (Assurance for speed, Cintex for data).

Apply before the funding well dries up.

Still skeptical? Think of it this way: Worst case, you waste 20 minutes. Best case? Free tech that changes your life. Not bad odds.

[devanbald]

Trailblazing Adventures: Must-Know Hiking Tips for Every Outdoor Enthusiast

Hiking offers a unique blend of adventure, serenity, and connection with nature that few activities can match. Whether you're a seasoned hiker or a beginner eager to explore the great outdoors, preparation is the key to a successful and enjoyable experience. This guide will walk you through essential hiking tips that cover everything from trail selection to gear preparation, safety measures, and mindfulness on the trail.

Finding Your Path: Choosing the Right Trail

Selecting the right trail is the first step toward a successful hike. Trails vary in difficulty, length, and terrain, so it's important to choose one that matches your experience level and physical condition. Beginners should start with easy to moderate trails that are well-marked and have manageable elevation changes. As you gain more experience and confidence, you can explore more challenging and remote trails.

Online resources like AllTrails, Hiking Project, and National Park Service websites provide detailed information about trails, including user reviews, difficulty ratings, and trail maps. These tools can help you find a trail that suits your abilities and interests, ensuring a positive hiking experience.

Packing Smart: Essential Gear for a Day on the Trail

Packing the right gear is crucial for any hike, whether it's a short day trip or a longer excursion. The goal is to be prepared for any situation without overburdening yourself with unnecessary items. Here's a list of must-have gear for a day hike:

Comfortable Backpack: Choose a lightweight, durable backpack with enough capacity to hold your essentials. A 20-30 liter daypack is ideal for most hikes.

Appropriate Footwear: A sturdy pair of hiking boots or shoes is essential. Make sure your footwear offers good support, traction, and protection, and that they are well broken in before your hike to avoid blisters.

Layered Clothing: Dress in layers to adapt to changing weather conditions. Start with moisture-wicking base layers, add an insulating mid-layer, and top it off with a waterproof jacket.

Navigation Tools: Always carry a map and compass, even if you have a GPS device or smartphone. Electronics can fail, so it's important to have a reliable backup.

Hydration: Bring at least 2 liters of water, and consider carrying a water filter or purification tablets if you plan to refill from natural sources.

Food: High-energy snacks like nuts, dried fruit, and energy bars will keep you fueled throughout your hike.

First-Aid Kit: A basic first-aid kit should include bandages, antiseptic wipes, pain relievers, and any personal medications.

Sun Protection: Sunscreen, sunglasses, and a hat are essential to protect yourself from the sun's harmful rays, even on overcast days.

Emergency Gear: Pack a whistle, multi-tool, space blanket, and a headlamp or flashlight in case of unexpected situations.

Safety in the Wild: Best Practices for a Secure Hike

Safety is paramount when hiking, especially when venturing into remote or unfamiliar areas. Here are some essential safety tips to keep in mind:

Research and Plan: Before heading out, research your chosen trail thoroughly. Know the trail length, elevation gain, and any potential hazards. Check the weather forecast, and be aware of any seasonal conditions that could affect your hike.

Tell Someone Your Plans: Always inform someone of your hiking plans, including your route and expected return time. This ensures that someone knows where you are in case of an emergency.

Start Early: Begin your hike early in the day to maximize daylight and avoid the dangers of hiking in the dark.

Pace Yourself: Hiking is not about speed. Take your time, especially on difficult terrain, and take breaks as needed to avoid fatigue.

Stay on the Trail: Straying from the marked path can lead to getting lost or damaging fragile ecosystems. Stick to the trail to ensure your safety and preserve the environment.

Wildlife Awareness: Know the wildlife in the area and understand how to react if you encounter animals like bears, mountain lions, or snakes. Keep a safe distance and never feed or approach wild animals.

Practice Leave No Trace: Respect nature by following Leave No Trace principles. Pack out all trash, stay on designated trails, and minimize your impact on the environment.

Navigating Weather and Terrain: Preparation is Key

Weather and terrain are two of the most unpredictable elements you’ll face on the trail. Preparing for these factors can make the difference between a smooth hike and a challenging ordeal.

Weather Preparedness

Weather can change rapidly, especially in mountainous regions. It's crucial to be prepared for any conditions:

Check the Forecast: Always check the weather forecast before your hike and be prepared for sudden changes. If severe weather is expected, consider postponing your hike.

Layering System: Wear and pack layers to adjust to varying temperatures. Moisture-wicking base layers keep sweat away from your skin, while an insulating layer provides warmth. A waterproof outer layer is essential for rain protection.

Rain Gear: Even on a clear day, pack a lightweight rain jacket. Unexpected rain can quickly lead to discomfort or hypothermia if you’re not prepared.

Sun Protection: Protect yourself from the sun, especially at higher altitudes where UV exposure is stronger. Wear sunscreen, sunglasses, and a wide-brimmed hat.

Terrain Challenges

Understanding the terrain is essential for a safe hike. Different terrains present different challenges, and being prepared will help you navigate them confidently:

Appropriate Footwear: Wear hiking boots or shoes with good traction to handle rocky, uneven, or slippery terrain. Ankle support is particularly important on rough trails.

Trekking Poles: Trekking poles can provide additional stability, especially on steep or uneven terrain. They help reduce strain on your knees during ascents and descents.

Trail Conditions: Be aware that trail conditions can vary. Trails may be muddy, rocky, or overgrown, and you should adjust your pace and expectations accordingly.

Altitude Considerations: If hiking at high altitudes, be aware of the symptoms of altitude sickness, such as headaches, nausea, and shortness of breath. Ascend slowly and allow your body to acclimate.

Embracing Mindfulness: Connecting with Nature

Hiking offers a unique opportunity to connect with nature and practice mindfulness. By focusing on the present moment, you can enhance your hiking experience and return home feeling rejuvenated.

Mindful Hiking Practices

Slow Your Pace: Take your time on the trail, allowing yourself to fully experience your surroundings. Notice the sights, sounds, and smells of nature.

Deep Breathing: Practice deep breathing as you hike, focusing on inhaling the fresh air and exhaling stress or tension. This can help you feel more connected to the natural environment.

Gratitude: Express gratitude for the opportunity to be in nature. This simple practice can enhance your appreciation for the outdoors and make your hiking experience more meaningful.

Stay Present: Focus on the present moment rather than thinking about the end of the trail or other tasks. Hiking is a chance to escape the hustle and bustle of daily life and reconnect with yourself and the natural world.

Ready for Your Next Adventure

Hiking is a rewarding activity that offers numerous physical and mental benefits. By following these essential tips, you'll be well-prepared for your next hiking adventure, whether it's a local trail or a backcountry expedition. Remember, the journey is just as important as the destination, so take the time to enjoy every step, connect with nature, and make memories that will last a lifetime. Happy trails!

[im-not-buying-it-ether]

Pre-N52 just to cover a lot of bases:

Darksied made Billy think he killed a villain to the point he swore off being Captain Marvel and tormented him

Did the Suspendium thing that placed Billy and all of Fawcett 30 years behind the rest of the world and wishing he’d had the chance to grow up

Thought he accidentally destroyed the planet with life instead of the barren one when they were about to crash into eachother and contemplated his and Billy’s own suicide by transforming back into Billy in the vacuum of space

Had a lot of stories showing how much Captain Marvel is his own person but has to only ever fill the role of hero decided for him, longing for humanity but never at the cost of Billy’s own

Freddy’s grandfather was a survivor of the holocaust in Pre-crisis who lost family to the death camps

The Freeman Brother drama of Kit being the one who died the day Capt. Nazi sunk their boat when it was supposed to be Freddy, and when they both survived by bing gifted powers Kit avoided Freddy like the plague fearing that his older brother would hate him for being the one who was supposed to survive

Black Adam was once a genuinely great hero and champion who fell from grace because he wanted to make sure what happened to his family never happened again and went to whatever extreme was necessary for that

The Rock of Eternity needs a Champion and unfortunately Billy has to fill that role when the Wizard moves on, no longer Earths Mightiest Mortal as he’s forced to take a role making him more but somehow less than human

Freddy’s repeated desire to kill Captain Nazi for what he did to his family and him

Long lost twins Mary and Billy

In N52

Freddy’s parents were criminals who are just in prison, don’t worry about it

Only an adoptive relation between Mary and Billy

Did the Champion of the Rock tragedy for like one comic before fixing things

Adam killed his nephew for the powers so he could enact vengeance

Only Billy, Mary, and maybe Freddy now have powers

Captain Marvel is just an older version of Billy again

Essentially the dynamic between nu52 and post crisis Shazam is like this:

Nu52: this is the DARK EDGY Shazam. Weren't not your mama's Shazam!! Look how edgy we are he is using his powers to rob a vending machine

Post crisis: should we kill Captain Nazi or turn him over to the authorities so he can stand trial for war crimes

[jumwa-the-cryptid]

ENG1014 - Numerical Analysis

I've been dying to share some of my work from this unit but couldn't because sharing the actual interesting stuff breaks academic integrity 😭 I feel pretty good with how I performed in this unit's exam :) Now that's it's my mid-year break I'm trying to learn a bit of python and bought this 30 days lost in space kit in prep for one of my next sem units. much excite :O

I missed doing matlab and found the Matlab Cody problems to keep me busy :D

[bitey-baby-shark]

30 Days of Agere: Day Five

5.) Do you have/want any little gear?

YES!!! Okay so I used to have a bit more little gear than I have now but lost all of it (and like 90% of my stuff), due to an series of unfortunate events. So I want more little stuff and bad. I’ve been shopping around on Instagram for deco paci creators, because I want one deco paci themed around sharks and I’ve really wanted a paci that has a warning symbol as a center piece with the handle saying “clingy” because it’s very accurate to me. I also really want a space themed one, and maybe a fox one too. I love custom deco pacis and I want so many. I also really want onesies, both like the actual baby onesie but also the ones that are just comfy pajamas. I saw a shark blanket onesie the other day and I want it so bad. I used to have a grumpy bear onesie that also is very accurate and I want back. I generally just want more toys. Admittedly, I’m autistic as hell so most of my “playing” is just... making things look like cool scenes and then leaving them there, or organizing things by color. However, I do pretend play pretty well when it’s like... pretend cooking. I really love play food and I’ve had my eyes on the Melissa and Doug sets for the longest time. But for other toys, I really want more stim toys, legos, maybe some kind of doll house (as long as I can find one that isn’t bright pink), or maybe like those target brand of American Girl Dolls, bath toys for sure, kids craft kits, sippy cups, MORE stuffies, also any kids science kits make me lose my mind. I have a whole Pinterest board set up for dream playroom.

As I say all of this I would love to emphasize, you don’t need gear to be an age regressor but like, I went through something really traumatic that caused me to lose a lot of my stuff, and I haven’t been able to replace any of it due to not having a stable place to live, so I’m itching for when I can replace all that stuff, and more specifically my little stuff. I get influenced a lot by what's in my environment, so unfortunately little gear is kinda a necessity for me. 

[vintage-marina]

An important phone call pt. 2

pt 1

Female reader

inspired by: @undeadcortez

tags: @undeadcortez @emo-space-tea @xxspqcebunsxx

summary: The reader is dealing with the aftermath of the cheating of Kit Walker

wordcount: 1987

CW: cheating, talking about having children

The following days after Kit's confession were a hel, you felt betrayed and heartbroken. It was last week that you heard that Kit was cheating on you and you feared that you had to face him today. What will he say? How are you? And what should you say back? No I'm not okay, I spend the rest of the days laying in our bed, just crying or should you say: I'm fine. You didn't know.

How would he feel? Would he feel like shit, just like you? You hoped he felt even worse than you, but you weren't so sure about that. Because if he has the nerve to cheat, did he really loved you after all? You lip trembled because of your last thought, no he didn't really loved you like you did. Your E/C became waterey and you wiped away a few stray tears that rolled over your cheeks, just like yesterday and the other days you were laying in your bed just staring at the ceiling. What happend to you?

A few candy wrappers and a lot of mugs were laying in your bedroom but you didn't have the energy to pick it up. You just want to lay down and nap, but it was almost 12 o'clock and every week you were in Briarcliff around 13:00. You sighed and you rubbed your face with your hand to clean yourself a bit. You threw your duvet on your shoulders and your legs were met with the cold of the room. You stood up from your bed and slowly you shuffled to your livingroom.

Making your way to the livingroom felt nothing like how it used to be, the memory's that you had maked felt sour and the room, no the whole house lost it's spark. It was ridiculous that you ever thought that you would grow old with Kit with your future children and maybe future grand children. Your heart sunk and you blowed some air out to calm yourself down. The photographes of the two of you were facing downwards so that you didn't have to look at them. But what catches your eye the most was the divorce paper on the table, you completely forgot those. A sob came, this would never happen if he just loved you. Why couldn't he love you?

You turned your head away and you walked further to the kitchen, there you set a kettle up for tea and you took a slice of bread and smeared it with chocolate spread. A few tears fell on your piece of bread but it didn't matter. On the way to the kitchen you lost your duvet but you didn't bother to pick it up, maybe when you would go showering.

After your breakfast, mind you it was now 12:30 you picked up your duvet and dropped it on your mattress. You walked out of your bedroom and maked your way to the livingroom again, there you saw the other door. You pushed it open, it was creaking slightly but you ignored it. There you saw an empty room with a cradle in it, Kit saw it on his way from work to home and he took it back to your house. Your lip trembled and your vision became cloudy, this all this wil never happen. You leaned towards the wall and you sobbed louder, your hand flew to your mouth to stifle your sobs but it didn't matter, nobody in a few hundred meter lived around you. Oh how you dreamed to have a family with Kit.

After you calmed yourself down you maked your way to your bedroom, you picked two towels and a wascloth from your drawer and you walked towards your shower. You looked into the mirror and you didn't even knew what happend to you, your hair was matted, your eyes were red and puffy and there were stains of mascara on your cheeks and eyelids. You sighed and stripped of your clothing and you stepped under the shower. You stared ahead of you, feeling the warm water from the shower relaxing your body. A few sniffles came from your nose and you wiped the snot away.

When you finished showering you put on your clothes and make-up, you hoped that this time you wouldn't cry but you thought that you would. You picked up the divorce papers and picked up your keys and you stepped in your car. You looked into the mirror and you watched your eyebrows furrow.

Making your way to Briarcliff was worse enough but what even more worse was, was that you had to face Kit, Sister Mary-Eunice and Sister Jude all in one. You parked your car into the same spot as a few days earlier and you stepped outside, your eyes were still not adjusted to the sun. You pushed the heavy door open and you saw that dr. Thredson was making his way to the door.

''Hello mrs. Walker,'' he greeted you while he tried to walk out of the door, but he turned his head to have another good look at you.

''Are you alright?''

You felt yourself tearing up, a stray tear was falling on your cheek and hastily you wiped it away.

''Yes uhm I'm alright yeah,'' you lied through your teeth.

''Are you really?''

You could feel more tears on your cheeks.

''Can you please tell me where Kit is?'' you choked out.

''He's in the living room.''

You whispered a soft: ''Thank you.''

With your divorce papers safely under your arms you made your way to the livingroom where you could hear Dominique. You could see many faces but you were only looking for one, maybe two if you wanted to face confrontation.

You tried to search for Kit but he spotted you faster then you did him.

''Suga?'' you heard him say, if you were being honest to yourself you kind of missed his voice. You looked up and stared into his soft brown eyes.

He walked towards you but held a respectable distance to not make you uncomfortable.

''Hello Kit,'' you whispered to him, avoiding his questioning eyes.

''Wha-what brings you here? Not that I'm complainin' but I thought that you never want to see me again,'' he said but you noticed that last part of his sentence was becoming softer.

''I just, I just-'' you were looking for words.

''I just wanted to have a chat, Kit.''

He nodded, he ran his fingers through his hair and he shuddred out a breath. He was nervous, so as you. He showed you the way were he sat, it was an old couch where the two of you only last week sat, a few days prior before the phone call. You sat down next to him but you maked sure that there was a distance between the two of you. Out of the corners of your eye you spotted Grace on a couch and Lana reading a magazine. Grace didn't look very well, if you had to be honest, she stared ahead of her like she didn't even notice you. Maybe that was for the better. You felt anger towards her, but you couldn't describe the anger and the sadness you had towards your husband.

The papers were laying neatly on the table but with the words facing backwards so that nobody could snoop into your business. You turned your head and you saw that Kit looked hurt from the distance that you put between yourselves, but he didn't say anything.

''I'm sorry Y/N, I'm so sorry.''

''Then why? Why Kit? Why would you do that?'' And you put your face in your hands.

He stared to the papers you laid on the table.

''I don't know doll, I just-'' and he looked towards the ceiling, his voice cracking. ''I just got emotions for her. Ya think that I'm tryin' to talk it alright, but I'm not. And it just happend, I should've never done it, I-I should've kept my emotions in bay.''

''Can you not call me that? I'm not- I'm not your doll or your sugar anymore Kit, until I can forgive you and I don't know if I can that. And yeah you're damn right, you should've never done that!'' Your voice was cracking while it grew in volume, ''You should've never done that,'' you whispered now softer feeling the wetness on your cheeks. Lana perked her ears and you saw that Grace noticed you now too. But you didn't paid her attention, maybe later.

There were tears falling on the cheeks of Kit's too, oh how you wanted to wipe them away no matter how angry or sad you were.

''So you like her huh?'' you whispered bitterly more to yourself then to him. But he couldn't hear what you were saying with his crying.

You pulled your face out of your hands and you turned around to face Kit. ''Did you ever even love me?''

He looked at you confused, ''why would ya even ask that? Ofcourse I loved ya Y/N, I still do.''

''Then why do you love Grace to?'' And your face was scrunched up in pain.

He sighed and he wiped his tears away, ''I don't know.''

You focused your gaze towards the table with the divorce paper on it. ''We had so many plans, Kit, so many-'' and you dried your cheeks. ''Like travelling and-and children.'' And your throat squeeked at the last word, while your eyes were glinstering with fresh tears.

''I know,'' and he also looked towards the table in peculiarly the papers.

Your mouth was forming a smile but quickly turned into a grimace while you wiped away a tear. ''And-and you threw it all away.''

''I know'' he whispered again and you heard a sob while you accused him of threwing it all away. ''I'm sorry.''

''I know, but that will never be enough, will it?''

His breath was getting caught in his throat and you could see him fidgeting with his fingers.

''What do ya mean suga'.'' He said with wide eyes, his hands becoming clammy. You didn't pay attention to his nickname for you.

''What I mean is Kit, I-'' and it was your turn to look at the ceiling from Briarcliff. ''I'm thinking about a divorce Kit.''

He'd let out a cry and a few heads were turning towards the two of you including from Grace and Lana. Grace shot a sad look to Kit while she shot a guilty look to you. Lana looked at you with compassion and ready to slap the shit out of Kit after she heard the whole conversation.

With trembling hands he took the papers of the table and began reading through it, while trying to wipe away his tears but not succeeding.

''Alright doll, if you want this we-we could have a divorce, yeah?'' and he pursed his lips together and gave a tight nod.

You looked to the ground and tearing up you said: ''I don't want a divorce Kit, I only want you to love me.''

"I do love you Y/N-''

''No, you also love Grace. I just want you to love me, not her, me.''

''I'm sorry, I-'' a few tears were rolling on both of your guys cheeks.

You lifted your hand and cupped his face, with the pad of your thumb you wiped away his tears. He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch.

''Shall I call a couple's counselor?''

He mumbled a soft ''yes.''

You laid your hand back on your thighs and he opened his brown eyes in disappointment.

''Bye then, Kit'' you softly said.

''Will I see ya again?''

''Yes.'' and he gave a watery smile while you said that.

''Bye Y/N.''

You stood up and picked up the papers, you gave Lana a small smile, while she gave you a symphatic look. You couldn't face Grace, if you wanted to stay together then Kit shouldn't love Grace anymore and honestly the heartbroken on her face would have made you cry.

You made your way out of Briarcliff and went to your house, still thinking about the conversation and the people in there. If this doesn't work out then it will be a divorce, you told yourself.

[lrgcarter]

Opinion 5: Space Marines will never be the elite army the lore wants them to be.

I've been made aware that some friends are reading these Opinions without knowing 40k, so I'll briefly explain who the Space Marines are.

The fictional universe of the 41st millennium was created by people who loved history in general, and the weird eccentricities of medieval Europe in particular. 40k is basically a hyper exaggerated medieval war in space.

So, they made these guys called Space Marines, who are knights in space. Space Knights, they could be called.

In the lore, humans spread all over the galaxy, then they had a bronze age civilisation collapse type thing and all lost contact with each other. Centuries later, some guy called the Emperor genetically engineered himself some super soldier Space Knights to go on a crusade across the stars to reunite all the humans.

Eventually, the humans grouped up into this thing called The Imperium. But the thing about the Space Knights is, being genetically engineered super soldiers, they were now More Than human. And so the humans and Space Knights fell into a difficult relationship. Some of the Space Knights work closely with the Imperium, others became more distant, carving out their own mini space kingdoms.

And the Space Knights did all this while being elite super soldiers. A squad of five Space Knights would be enough to take control of a small planet.

Meanwhile, back in the present day, Games Workshop produces a box of 30 plastic Space Knight models. At the time, most models were sold individually and made of metal, meaning an army would be pretty expensive. The box of plastic knights meant you could buy one box at an affordable price and have 30 knights ready to go! If five knights could hold a planet, then 30 marines could hold 6 planets! You basically had an entire army in one box!

So the box did numbers. And the money people running the purse strings at Games Workshop said "Hey, Space Knights sell. Make more Space Knights!" And the creative types said things like, "well, yes, they sell, but that's because we, you know, sell them. Perhaps if we sold other models in bulk at an affordable price, maybe they would sell as well." And the money people said "No thinking, only money! Make more Space Knights!"

Now, this may be an over simplification. There were a few plastic sets for other armies. But by the time I got into the game in the mid 90s, Space Marines were the way to go if you were strapped for cash. You see, while other armies got plastic sets, Space Marines were elite super soldiers. You literally could make an entire army out of 30 models. At this point, the starter box set came with 20 marines, so you only needed a box set of 10 to make a decent sized army!

(Boring maths bit to prove my point: use 20 models to form two squads of 10 at 300 points each. Once you've added weapons you're looking at 700 points. The remaining ten models can be converted (that's what we used to call kit-bashing) into your characters. Even without upgrades, a captain is pushing 100 points, a librarian 250 if you crank them up to psi-level 4. Add an ancient, chaplain, techmarine, and apothecary, then use the cardboard box they came in to make a tank and you're not far off a 1500 point army.)

Meanwhile, the other armies were not super soldiers. The starter set box also came with 20 orks and 40 goblins. That's 60 soldiers, but points wise that's only 440 points. That's not even equal to one and a half Space Marine squads. The box did come with a cardboard dreadnought to make up those final points, so that's cool. That takes your army up to 560 points. Which means, to catch up with the 1500 points of Space Marines, you'll be needing to buy almost twice that again. And you don't want the same again, you don't want 80-120 goblins in total, you want all the other ork models. The ones made out of metal. A stark contrast to the Space Marine's 'just one more box'.

All of which is to say, Space Marines were affordable, so everyone bought them. This cycle of "People Buy Space Marines > GW Makes More Space Marines > Space Marines Are The Easiest Army To Buy > People Buy Space Marines" continues to this day.

All of which is to say, Space Marines became the most common army. The average army that an average player would have. An average army.

People started measuring everything compared to Space Marines. Models were either better than Space Marines, or worse than Space Marines. Space Marines were the bog standard thing in the game.

But, you might remember, they were meant to be above average super soldiers! Gav Thorpe says some of the rule changes brought in with the next edition of the game were meant to fix this disparity between the game and the lore (he says it here starting around the five minute mark), but you can't fix this with rules changes alone.

Because as long as Space Marines are the most played army, they will be the modal average army. Which means they will be the average army in every way that counts. I can think of a few ways to fix the game/lore disparity, but they involve selling fewer space marines. And Games Workshop ain't gonna let that happen.

This probably isn't an Opinion that's breaking new ground. Probably everyone has this opinion. BUT, I've been planting seeds with this one that will grow into the next one. Let's just say that we'll be returning to all that Space Knight stuff at the start next time...

Hi, I am an obnoxious player of Warhammer 40k 2nd edition.

I have no qualifications in game design or anything, yet I have Opinions about the franchise. Unfortunately, for my own sense of enrichment, I don't want to ramble on if nobody cares.

So, I invite anyone and everyone to ask me questions or simply ask for a completely random Opinion.

[mythomagically-delicious]

Okay so in a better world au ford and fiddleford created the Institute and made up, right? What happened to stan?

The point of that first post about "the twist" was this: what if Stan and Ford switched bodies and stans was sent into the portal with ford inside, and Stan in Ford's body remained behind. Stan immediately tries everything to turn it back on, to no avail. He went thru hundreds of papers and notes trying to understand ANYTHING and he got some general idea that ford had had a research partner out here who knew things- knew ford, knew the portal, he could help!

Stan in Ford's body races to town instead of staying isolated in the cabin for four weeks, and finds fiddleford. Fiddleford looks confused and stranger than the notes suggested but it matches up. He begs fiddleford to help him, and despite the falling out fiddleford has enough fondness for his old friend remaining that he is swayed. He doesn't get his full mind erased by the society bc he isn't abandoned fully and left wandering the town to be targeted by blind Ivan in his power grab.

Fiddleford and Stan (in Ford's body) go back to the shack and stan starts to take him to the basement when fidds starts freaking out, yelling and crying about the world-shattering consequences. About the things he saw, rhe demon, and more. Stan calms him down, takes him back upstairs. He's frustrated to high heaven and back but he knows he could never do this alone.

(He hasn't told fiddleford who he really is. Yet. He will, he just needs some help first. Who would help a loser like stan? But ford has a friend, he can be ford for a little bit to work the angle and get his brother back.)

It takes time. Way too much time, for Stan, but fiddleford slowly recovers enough of his sanity and calms his nerves enough to go down to the basement and not freak out. Stan admits to anything fiddleford asks him about, anything he saw from Ford's notes and makes it convincing that he's asking for a second chance. Maybe they could rebuild it, better? Without demon assistance?

Fiddleford helps tear it to shreds. They mark every part as they dismantle it and fiddleford searches for the reasons it opened a portal to nightmares. He doesn't follow schematics blindly, any more, no more blind trust to his friend. But he does help. Stan is learning on the job. He isn't convincing in the slightest of being a genius but fiddleford is too frazzled to notice. He's got his own shit going on.

They tear it down. Stan is afraid and angry and desperate but he holds his shit together. Fiddleford regains more of himself as they go. Stan learns more about ford and fiddlefords time together as fiddleford recovers memories and tells them to Stan. Stan makes his own notes, of how to Be Stanford Pines.

In time, they get to a stable place of living in the shack together, Stan trying to learn as much as he can about this science shit, pretending he was hit by the memory gun into forgetting himself when fiddleford questions it. Fidds is afraid to go confront the society, and can't remember where they are anyway. Stan doesn't care about it as long as his cover isn't blown. He hasn't told fiddleford yet. He will! But not yet.

They begin to plan a new, stable trans-dimensional vortex. It takes a whole hell of a lot, but they slowly build it anew. Still in the cursed basement, not even a skeleton of the old machine left after they destroyed it the first time.

Stan is flying less by the seat of his pants. Taking a leaf from Ford's book and staying up to radically terrible hours of the night studying and trying to understand all the science and math shit to make this work, to keep stringing fiddleford into helping him. Fidds takes time for his own projects and Stan doesn't bug him about it, saying if it makes money to split it, and when fiddleford hits a big invention that also happens to patent well and spread? They use the money to help their new portal.

It takes ten years to do it, but they recreate the portal, this time to a place they can control thru careful calibration. Fiddleford writes a scientific paper about it, publishes it with ford as a co-author, and they get international renown. Stan knows how to work a crowd and he uses their leverage to get people invested in investing, so to speak. It's not cheap to fund the energy required to turn it on, so they expand the building and create the Institute of Oddology, given enough time and building and circumstances lining up just right.

Fiddleford runs the teams and the day to day stuff. Stan handles finances and resource allocation and scheduling tours, interested parties, rivals, anything business side. He and fiddleford go to the first stable dimension together , though, and Stan uses all of the science gizmos at their disposal to search for ford while they're there.

He doesn't find him. He still hasn't told fiddleford. Its been too long at this point, right? What if he takes the money and fame and everything and kicks Stan out for lying? He mostly rode fiddlefords genius to get here, there's no way he'd not be mad about this.

They go to many dimensions. Stan takes samples and learns scientific process thru osmosis over the years and contributes to publishibg written works to the greater scientific community.

He looks for Ford. He finds nothing. He tells no one his true purpose for everything he's achieved to that point. He lies and wears Ford's face and shakes hands and is a sham.

One day Fiddleford races to his office, frantic and eyes wide and hands shaking slightly like Stan hasnt seen in years. It's been 30 years since ford was lost to the portal. And fiddleford comes to him and says there's a parallel you, Stanford, in conference room B, we need to send him on his way immediately, you remember what happened to Ernie on that trip 8 years back?

And Stan ignores this, heart pounding, and knocks fiddleford out, locking him in the office, racing to conference room B.

He bursts in, and sees a version of his brother. One he doesnt see in the mirror. A real Stanford Pines, 30 years older than the kids they were when they fought beside the portal. Apparently no universe is fair, if ford ends up inside in multiple dimensions.

Stan is speechless. The portal!ford is on the defensive, but interest is clear in his face. He keeps his distance, cognizant of parallel!fiddlefords warning from before. Of counterparts meeting in a dimension of origin. Annihilation.

Stan cries. Ford looks shocked to see his own self in such a state. He doesn't know what to do. Stan surges forward for a hug and Ford tries to dodge, afraid of the consequences. Stan traps his hands to his sides and sobs on Ford's mysterious black coat, calling him brother. Ford's inner alarm bells go off even as he clenches his eyes shut against the incoming total destruction.

When nothing happens except for a wet patch to grow on Ford's clothes, he opens his eyes and studies himself. They look scarily similar, truth be told. His counterpart heartier than he, an interdimensional fugitive. That makes sense. Parallel ford is apologizing into his jacket and clutching him hard enough to leave bruises.

Ford dodges out of the grapple his counterpart has him in. He demands answers in a clipped tone. Stan does his best to reign it back in as he confesses what transpired in this dimension to this dimension traveling ford. How he hopes his own brother, trapped in stans body, is still out there, still surviving, still where Stan can find him.

Ford starts a fight. Stan defends himself but it gets physical and he doesn't have the same instincts to take down he did when he was younger. He remembers the last fight he had with his brother, and doesn't want that to happen again.

Fiddleford eventually gets free of the office and runs in to see parallel ford beating the shit out of his ford. He stuns ford with a device on his belt and brings things back to some semblance of order, getting a first aid kit out to tend to them both. P!Ford's knuckles, mainly, and stans face.

The truth comes out, ugly and stained and fiddleford forgives Stan immediately. He turns to parallel ford and helps him out of the room, promising help with his weapon and more, later.

Stan is left with the knowledge that all these years later, no matter what he does, his brother hates him.

Fiddleford helps ford with his weapon. If ford can destroy bill cipher, more dimensions will open up to be explored. If his and stans ford is still alive out there, they'll have a better shot if Bill is out of the picture. They send parallel!ford off a few days later. Fiddleford goes to Stan that night and calls him by a name that hasn't been spoken in 30 years. Stan can barely look at him. Fiddleford gives him time and space, but tells him he understands.

A month and a half later, a ripple is felt thru thousands of dimensions at once, the death of Bill cipher in every iteration is making its way thru the multiverse. Celebrations are happening as people cheer and laud thr name of the one who saved them, spread in a cosmic understanding by some greater power. Stanley Pines, shatterer of Bill Cipher.

4 years later, they find Ford. Ford in Stans body is old, ragged. He's missing an eye and an arm and so much more of who he used to be. But they bring him home. He doesn't want to switch bodies back.

Stan feels guilt eat at him, but ford is different than the other traveler they'd met. He's more settled. He thanks Stan for finding him. Doesn't blame him for how long it took. Didn't think he'd be come for anyway.

It's strange and rocky but slowly strides are made to bridge the gap of decades and become people they want to be, again. Brothers, friends, explorers. They never body swap again, but they settle into themselves and own who they are.

[pinehutch]

(this was longer than I thought, so cw: parental death, a bit of medical stuff, covid mentions (social, not personal or family experiences), grief)

I'm tired and unfocused tonight, and I know why.

I am thinking about how one year ago, I was worried but coping, unsure but proceeding. I knew I would need help and asked for it; I took the notes, I made the phone calls, I looked up "elder care" and "covid safety autoimmune" and "will kit," and I felt my anticipatory grief, and my fear of failing in this, too, and my trust and cautious hope that things would - as I had been told - get better. A year ago I had space inside me to set my relief (that I could keep working, that I could stay safe and keep others safe, and look after my dad; that people were making art to get through the changes) alongside my worry (for everything, everyone, the world).

Here, the swelling of a heart watching videos of apartment buildings bursting into songs.

Here, the fear and the anger for what would be lost to the virus.

Here, at home, learning about the swelling of just one whole heart, lungs, kidneys, all of it, a body drowning in itself.

Here, at home (not the hospital, it's not safe, it isn't safe), sprouting tomatoes and plans for how to Fix Things. How to solve the problem.

***

Ten days ago I drove to the lab where I go for bloodwork every two months. It's routine, to make sure that the things I do to keep my body from going to war against my joints aren't causing any other problems. It's routine in the sense that it used to be routine, and then I fell out of the habit over the last year, and hadn't been since January of 2020.

The path to the lab goes past the hospital, the same hospital dad was in the first time, and for a split second I saw the building through the same eyes that I had last year. Fifteen months ago, when I would walk through the dry, hot hallways to the cardiac ward, when that was a thing a person could do, and I sat with my often-distant father and he told me again about the fear he had felt (on his bad days) or his John Grisham novel (on his good days), and then I would go back to the parking lot and cry in my car and curl around my phone for comfort.

He went home, that time, and no he didn't need anything, he was doing fine, not to worry. And I got a cold, and then he got the flu, and then covid came and we were all in quarantine, and high-risk the lot of us, and so the last time I saw my father was in the hospital where he eventually died, two months later.

The building sits on top of a hill, and when I noticed it on the way to the lab I nearly missed my turn.

***

One year ago, though, I went to bed (probably later than I should, as ever, thanks for the terrible sleep habits, dad) having received all the right assurances that he would be released in a couple of days and being told that I would need to be extremely careful with all of the covid protocols to pick him up. I was anxious about where I would find a mask, in early April of last year, and about the caregiving and advocacy I'd been asked to do. People were saying things like "don't expect to be back in the office until the fall." The world was not without worry, but I didn't have that worry, that specific fear.

So I went to bed, as ever, with my phone on silent. Absolutely unthinking. A reflex, a standard practice. At 3:30 in the morning there was nothing to hear when the hospital called.

***

My mother tells a story about when her dad died. August, windows open in hope of a breeze. She had a three-month-old baby who slept beautifully through the night. She woke up to the curtains moving on a still night, and thought 'oh, dad's here.'

Her stepmother called early in the morning, but she already knew.

***

I woke up, one-year-minus-five-hours-ago, and there were voicemails. A text from my mom. When my stepmother had called, being the second contact at the hospital, she left a voicemail. And then I knew. And I'd failed; I didn't even know the phone was ringing.

***

The plan I'd been growing, to Help, to Care Better, to Fix Things: it wouldn't have been worth anything, because he died when he wasn't supposed to. It's really, really easy for me to see failure here; it's taken me the better part of a year to see past it.

Grief is a slog. There's no shortcut or speedrun, and it takes its place at the table beside all the small and great joys and rages and griefs and loves that have come before it and after it. Sometimes it sits at your right hand and monopolizes the conversation; sometimes it fades into the background noise while you smile over your cup and make eyes at joy or righteous anger or desire. And god, trying to understand where to situate that personal grief when you also live in the world? For not-all-but-most of 2020, grief sat beside me at the table and droned its tiresome, grey banalities in my ear until I could scarcely hear anything else. (There were bright spots, I promise: I know and love some wonderful people.) But honestly? Honestly, I didn't have my good cry, my really ugly sob until Christmas Day.

Things are better, now. There are still dark moments. There are stories I still flinch away from, songs I won't listen to just yet. And I mean, it's one in the morning and I've been typing this sad tumblr post on my phone for an hour.

But: I also made the appointment at the lab. I followed up on other doctor's visits, for me. I've been eating well, keeping the windows open on warm days, cleaning, moving my body. Socializing in the ways that we socialize, now. Trying to lean back from the yawning mouths of grief and guilt, not to throw myself in. Trying to feed myself, I suppose.

Tomorrow, I'll make some phone calls. My brother, my mom, my dad's widow. There will be solemn moments in the day, and times when I get tired and grumpy and feel like I'm being asked to perform sadness, but I'll do it. I'll be a voice in the world, and alive. And I'm sure we'll do this every April 7, for as long as we remember to. And at some point we won't, and that will be fine, too.

It's well past the time that I should sleep, and I will have my phone on silent (god, obviously), and if tomorrow is like any other of the last many, many days, I'll wake up to little thoughts and notes from people who I love, who love me. It's a slog, sure, but I have some company, and some places to rest.

(Wendy Cope was right, folks: I love you. I'm glad I exist.)

[grace-likes-things]

Chapter Seven - Something Different

Masterlist

A/N: uhhhh oops it’s been a long time. What with the world going to shit, I hope you can understand my struggle. Good news is I have the next 2 chapters written! This story is still going to be quite the ride so I hope you can stick it out with me, I hope you’ll enjoy it!

Warnings: burns

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My sock-clad feet are digging into the soft carpet of Peter’s bedroom, my biology notebook across my lap, and a textbook strewn on the ground. Music plays softly to occupy the quiet of the room. We’ve just finished our second day back at school since the Sarah incident, and things are a little strange. Kids have all of a sudden been acting out of the ordinary, some small things — Jimmy S. dumped his lunch on the floor before laughing and walking out the door mid-day — and some more concerning — Hannah O. shook the climbing rope in gym until the kid on it lost his grip. The staff has been seriously concerned, and I think the school board is meeting to discuss what might be going on. 

“Peter?” I ask, lifting my head to the boy taking notes at his desk in front of me.

“Yeah?” He says without looking back.

“Have you gotten any other weird feelings at school? Like before someone acts up?”

“Yeah, but it’s usually minor. It’s probably just a fluke. I mean, it’s not like anyone’s done something villain-worthy.”

I sigh, contemplating the strange events, “I know, but people are still getting hurt, even if it is minor stuff. Do you think it might have something to do with the blip?”

Peter turns in his chair to face me, “What? Like how?”

“Well,” I say, “Sarah, Jimmy and Hannah were all dusted, right? And the other kids, too. They blipped, they’re acting up, but as far as I remember, no one who survived the snap has done anything weird.”

“I guess you’re right, but — what are you doing?”

I give him a confused look, and he’s reflecting it right back, staring at my notebook, “What do you—?”

But when I lower my gaze, I see scrawled pen marks all over my once-neat biology notes. I lift my right hand, and to my surprise there’s black ink smudged all over the side of it. My pen has significantly less ink than it did five minutes ago. The lines on my paper are dug harshly, nearly tearing the pages at some spots.

“Did you mean to do that?” Peter asks, now with his full attention on me, concern littered across his features.

I keep staring at my hand in disbelief, “No,” I mumble, “I didn’t even know I was writing…”

We sit in silence for a moment, trying to process what just happened and all of a sudden a wave of content washes over me, and it’s not a concern anymore.

“It’s fine,” spills from my mouth, “probably nothing.”

“What? Y/N, you just ruined your notes without even realizing— “

“It’s fine, Peter, I don't want to worry about it.”

He looks at me, brows furrowed deeply, but gives in, “Alright…”

“Kids!” 

Both of our heads turn toward the door, and May swings it open to address us, “Want dinner? I failed at lasagna so I’m thinking I’ll just door dash some Italian, who’s in?”

“Sure!” I say, cheery, “I’m up for Italian.”

“Y-yeah, May,” Peter says, not lifting his eyes from my notebook, “Italian sounds good.”

After dinner, once May has tired us out with questions about school, patrol, and lab work, Peter and I settle on top of his comforter to pick a movie to watch, his laptop laid precariously across our thighs. 

“So what are you thinking?” Peter asks, “True crime? Horror? Comedy?”

“Hmm, I don't know, you pick. I’ll probably pass out again.”

He lets out a short laugh, “Alright,” and keeps browsing.

My mind wanders to other things, thinking about my dad picking me up later and home life. And then I realize something, “Peter, I never asked how you were doing after all this. You know, how are you and May adjusting?”

He’s been tired lately, I can tell. He doesn’t act it, not around his friends or at the tower — my dad decided to keep it running while the compound is being rebuilt — but when he thinks no one’s watching he seems exhausted. Maybe calm, but still drained.

He whistles out his next exhale, “I dunno. I guess I haven’t thought about it much. We both blipped, so for us the biggest thing was having to find a new apartment, her new job. But your dad helped, even if May told him not too, so that made it easier.”

“Mhm,” I hum, “And you? I mean, we were both there, on Titan, at the battle. It was…”

“Some scary shit?” 

I laugh, “Yeah, some scary shit.”

Both of our giggles peter out before he says, “Yeah, I mean it’s hard stuff to deal with. It’s not like I’ve gotten over it or anything, but I’m just trying to stay optimistic. We got through it with almost everyone. I still have May, we’ve still got your dad, Pepper, Happy, and you’ve even got a brand new sister, so I’d say things are on the upturn for a while, I guess.”

“Yeah,” I mutter, a small smile on my features. Then I jostle his shoulder, “Knock on wood, though. Can’t be jinxing the only good luck in our lifetimes.”

He taps his knuckles lightly on his bed frame, “For sure, it’s nice not having an Avengers-level threat on the news every month.”

He slides the laptop closer, absently sliding his fingers across the track-pad, but I can tell he’s not really looking at the movie choices. 

“You know you can talk to me though, right?” I glance up at him, heart beating a little faster at the idea of getting a look inside his head, “If anything’s on your mind. If you want to.”

“Yeah,” he turns his head toward me, and now we’re just centimeters away, each breath shared in the same space, “Yeah, thanks. Me, too, you know, if you need to get something off your chest.” But he says it slow, airily, eyes glancing across my face, feature to feature, and I realize I might be doing the same. I nod, and our faces get closer, just the smallest bit, and I find my eyes are focused on his lips.

“Hey, kids!” We hear May call through the apartment and quickly turn our heads toward the door. She’s not in the doorway, thank god.

“Yeah, May?” Peter sighs, settling back against his bed frame.

May now appears in the room, coat in hand, “It's gonna rain tomorrow and I don't wanna walk in it, so I’m gonna grab some groceries before the stores close. Think you can handle taking my bread out of the oven in a bit?”

“You made bread?” Peter says, in a oh-my-god-what-will-I-be-poisoned-with tone. I suppress a laugh for May’s sake.

“Yes, I did, out of the kindness of my heart,” She smirks at him, then turns to leave “The timer’s going off in about 30, you’ll hear it. Thanks!” And then we hear the apartment door close behind her.

“Well,” I sigh, shaking off the awkward demeanor in the room, “Are we even gonna have time to finish a movie at this point?”

He laughs, “Probably not.”

And we both get up to monitor May’s bread experiment, because god knows it’ll burn if we let it bake until her timer goes off. 

“I’m telling you, it’s gotta mean something that I didn’t plummet to the ground when I webbed onto Thor’s hammer —“

“No way!” I laugh at Peter, tossing a dish rag his direction, “You weren’t even directly touching it!”

“But that’s gotta be some indication.” He protests, “Maybe I’m like, partially worthy.”

“How could someone be ‘Partially worthy?’ That doesn’t make any sense.”

“Cap was fighting with it! That means someone other than Thor can be worthy, so—“

“Yeah, but that in no way suggests that partial worthiness is even a thing,” I don't actually doubt him this much, but it’s fun to watch Peter push this idea so much.

“Fine, you know what? We’ll ask Thor if we can test it out next time he’s on Earth. I figure he’ll get drunk enough at the cookout to let us try it.”

“Oooh, you’re gonna try to steal drunk Thor’s hammer?” I laugh, leaning back on the kitchen counter, “That’s risky business, I don't think I want to be involved.”

“Not steal, just borrow for a brief experiment.” Peter tries to reason.

“Okay, fine, but don't come crying to me when a thousand year old god puts you in a headlock,” I turn away from him, checking once again on the sad-looking loaf of bread in the oven, “I think this thing’s probably done.”

“Thor wouldn’t put me in a headlock! I’m the baby of the team, he adores me.”

“First of all, I thought I was the baby of the team, and second, I am totally telling my dad that you took that title—“

“Y/N—“

“Nuh uh, you claimed it! I’m gonna make him give you shit for it—“

“No, Y/N, the—“

And then I feel the searing pain radiating across my entire left palm, down my fingers. A yelp of pain escapes me, and I look down in shock, dropping the bread pan out of my bare hand.

“What the hell?” Peter exclaims quickly as he darts around the counter, shutting the oven door and guiding me quickly to the sink. He turns on the faucet, and cold water starts running over my burned hand, easing the pain only slightly. I stare down in bewilderment at the throbbing red skin.

“What was that?” Peter asks over my shoulder, still holding my wrist to keep my hand below the water, “You weren’t even watching what you were doing!”

“I-I don't know—“ I say, flinching at the discomfort, just as confused as he is, “I didn't even know I was taking it out—”

“What?” He looks down at me now, “What do you mean?” I open my mouth to speak but I don't know what explanation to give him. I don’t remember making the decision to open the oven, I don't remember grabbing the pan.

“Okay,” thankfully, Peter seems to register the disbelief on my face and leaves me at the faucet, returning with the first aid kit from his bathroom, “Let’s get it clean and wrapped.”

I let him guide me to the couch, where he kneels in front of me and sets the first aid kit on the coffee table. I watch from what feels like miles away as he puts ointment on the worst of the burn — my fingertips and the heel of my palm — and gingerly begins to wrap gauze around it. While he’s working on my hand, I’m deep in my scattered thoughts; how did I manage to do that by mistake? Surely I should’ve felt the heat of the oven, should’ve flinched back at the first contact with the metal. I definitely shouldn’t have been able to hold the thing for more than a second without noticing — but I did, didn't I? Or else the burn wouldn’t be so bad. So what the hell happened?

I’m still sitting there trying to figure this out when the door to the apartment opens. We hear two voices enter, not just May’s.

“Hey! Caught your Aunt outside, Pete, thought I’d come up and say hi— what happened?”

My dad and May stop just as they walk through the doorway, just as Peter finishes wrapping my hand.

“Y/N burned her hand taking the bread out of the oven. Uh, sorry, May, it’s kind of ruined all over the kitchen floor.” Peter explains quietly.

My dad walks over and sits beside me on the sofa, taking my wrist gently to examine the injury, “What’d you do, kiddo? Ditch the oven mitt completely?”

“Uh… yeah, I guess,” I say. 

He looks at me quizzically, eyeing the bright red fingertips that weren’t wrapped, “That wasn’t a serious question… you’re kidding, right? This isn’t just a forgot-the-oven-mitt burn. Your fingers are singed.”

“I-I don't know. I didn’t realize what I was doing…” I mumble out.

My dad looks to Peter for answers, but he’s just as lost for words as myself. He gives a shrug and a lost look in response. May rubs his shoulder in a motherly fashion. 

“You okay, sweetie?” She asks.

“Yeah,” I say, looking directly into her concerned eyes, “Yeah I’ll be fine.”

I have a feeling she wasn’t asking about the burns, but I really don't know what other answer to give them. I don't know what happened.

Tony and May look at each other, communicating silently in that parent sort of way that they do, and I just stare down at my hand.

“Okay,” my dad says, “Well, we should probably get you home then. Pete, wanna grab her backpack for me?”

Peter diligently gets up and returns just a minute later with my backpack and sweater, handing it off to my dad, “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he says, and I can't muster up anything more than a ‘yeah’ before my dad bids the Parkers goodbye and guides me out of the door.

Before I know it, my dad is opening the passenger door for me and guiding me into the car, and I can’t do anything to shake this trance-like state. It's an unbelievable feeling, having no recollection of making a choice to do something so painful like that. My dad’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts.

“—Earth to Y/N,” he says, waving a hand in front of my face, “Hey, what happened? Are you alright?”

“I- yeah,” I look him in the eye now, “Yeah, I just- I must’ve grabbed the pan without thinking.”

He’s still staring, doubtful, “You sure?” And a beat of silence, “Is everything okay with you and Peter?”

“What?” I ask, “Yeah, everything’s fine, I just— he just helped clean it. I-I don’t know what I did.”

He starts the car, obviously not satisfied with that answer, but pulls away from the curb and begins our route home nonetheless, “Okay, then. Let’s get some sleep into you, huh sweetheart?” His hand comes up to ruffle my hair, and I hum in response. 

The drive home is quiet. 

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A/N: oooooh what’s goin onnnnnn?

[hakreview]

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What You Can and Can’t Eat

The raw part of the diet includes fruits, vegetables, grains, beans, nuts, seeds, fats and oils, herbs, milk substitutes and beverages such as fresh vegetable juices, recycled distilled water, steamed vegetables and baked potatoes. Cereals, whole wheat pasta, squash (cooked or steamed) and beans can be used for cooked meals.

As with other plant-based diets, no meat, dairy or eggs are served. If you‘re used to drinking a glass of wine at night, you need to find a new way to relax. Bringing alcohol is prohibited. Most soy products, processed fruits and vegetables, refined grains and some nuts, seeds, oils, spices, soups and sweets are nowhere to be found.

Level of Effort: High

This diet can potentially change your diet. Dieting begins by choosing one of three “paths of entry”: health promotion, Healthy living, Healthy Lifestyle and recovery. These choices will guide your diet.

Limitations

Switching to a Healthy diet that mostly includes raw vegetables can be difficult.  Dieting requires a lot of planning and preparation. It’s also a good idea to take food supplements at certain times of the day.

Cooking and shopping

You have to spend a lot of time loading fresh fruits and vegetables into the grocery store. If your local grocery store doesn’t have a lot of dairy, you may need to buy a specialty store. Water requires a lot of preparation, but this quirky design actually has a minimal boiling point.

Packaged foods or meals

shouldn’t However, Hallelujah Acres Market sells vitamins, supplements, snacks and more online.

In-person meetings

None required, although dieters can attend healthy living workshops and seminars.

Exercise

Expect to exercise every day for at least 30 minutes.

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Does It Allow for Dietary Restrictions or Preferences?

The diet is suitable for both plant- based and vegetarian diets, so it is suitable for vegetarians, vegans and fat, salt or gluten-free diets.

What Else You Should Know

Cost: Fresh fruits, vegetables and fruit juices can be expensive, but Marx says it can help you lose weight. They say you can save money by eliminating meat, dairy, white flour, sugar, salt and junk food. Taking a recommended supplement can cost you $2,000 per year.

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Healthy Lifestyle–Does it Work

Eating lots of plant foods like fruits, vegetables and beans can improve health and weight and avoid processed animal foods.

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How it works

The hallelujiah diet consists of 85% aromatic herbs and 15% cooked herbs. A lot of dietary supplements have been developed to compensate for malnutrition and improve health. The diet can be divided into 4 stages:

Step 1. The first step is to eat raw vegetables, fruits, nuts and seeds.

Step 2. The move is to replace meat, dairy, refined carbohydrates, sugar, and salt (all known as toxic foods) with healthier plant-based alternatives.

Step 3.The third part requires nutritional supplements and supplements from the Barlymax program, which is a non-flammable powder to improve digestion.

Step 4. The final step is to take a dietary supplement to prevent deficiency of vitamin B12, vitamin D3, iodine, selenium and docosahexaenoic acid (DHA).

The diet provides a combination of nutritional supplements depending on your condition. You can start with a kit that includes BarleMax and Fiber Cleanser, choose an immune stimulation or detox kit, or purchase a dietary supplement containing probiotics separately. Protein and Targeted Menopause: The app’s website will do an online test and say the company will assess your health and tell you which dietary supplement is right for you and your Healthy Lifestyle.

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Is It Good for Certain Conditions?

Health experts recommend eating more plant-based foods to prevent and treat a variety of health problems. This raw vegetarian food is low in saturated fat, added sugar and sodium. It may be helpful for people with high blood pressure, diabetes, heart disease, and high cholesterol.

The Final Word

Positive? This app is full of fruits, vegetables, whole grains and beans that can improve your health and weight. The downside is that raw foods can lower vitamin B12, vitamin D, and calcium levels. You may need to take supplements and fortified foods to make up for lost nutrients.

Vegetarians can find it difficult to follow this program as there is plenty of space for candy and alcohol. The focus is on raw food. Make sure you are getting enough iron, zinc, vitamin D, vitamin B12, omega-3 fatty acids, and calcium. Check your weight regularly to make sure you are not sick.