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Rebuild & Restore - Chapter 9

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Kiyana stared off in the direction that Elijah had walked off in, rubbing her arm in the spot that he had grabbed. “Oh naw, he ain’t getting away with this shit.” She muttered as she stormed towards Alexis’ room. She knew how it felt to have a cheated husband and she would never want another woman to feel the way she had. 

“Oh, Kiyana! Bae this is the girl I was telling you about.” Alexis smiled at Kiyana as she walked into the room. “Thank you for paging him. I don’t know what he has a phone for, he never answers it.” Alexis teased her husband, staring up at him with adoration and love in her eyes and Kiyana felt like she was gonna throw up right then and there. It made her sick to know that Elijah was nothing more than a cheating sociopath, just like Josh. 

“Well, I'm happy to help.” Kiyanna finally responded, having to tear her eyes away from the couple in front of her. Her eyes kept wandering down to his wedding ring and all she could think was ‘how could I be so stupid.’  This man was married with THREE kids that he failed to mention. How sick can one person actually be? 

Kiyana checked on Alexis and the baby, not looking in Eli’s direction, even though she felt his eyes on her. His cheating, deceiving eyes.  “Everything looks good right now. If you need anything, just hit that red button right there and someone will come to help.” Kiyana recited the lines from the employee handbook perfectly before turning and walking out of the room before Elijah or Alexis could say anything. 

She closed her eyes and leaned against the closed door, letting out a breath before walking over to the nurses station. “Girl, you still taking care of her?” When Kiyana nodded, Debra shook her head. “You better than me.”  

“I wanted to tell her so bad how much of a scumbag her husband is” Kiyana spat out. Eyes narrowing on the door to room 302. “But something in me just couldn’t. Maybe cause I’ve been in her position before.” Kiyana shrugs, looking down at her bare left hand and frowning. 

Your ex-husband cheated on you?” Debra asked, giving Kiyana a look of pity, which Kiyana ignored. 

“Yup, he um- he cheated on me while I was pregnant with our youngest.. With some chick he worked with.. Same exact situation, different roles.” Kiyana said as she made eye contact with Elijah who had just walked out of the hospital room. He walked past the nurses station, head held high as he ignored the glare Debra was sending his way. 

“If you wanna go home. It’s okay. I’ll cover for you.” Kiyana shook her head. 

“Nope. I am sick and tired of letting men ruin my day.” 

“Daddy can we go see mommy at work?” Josh stopped searching his mother’s refrigerator for something for his boys to eat and checked his watch. 11:54 am.  it was almost time for Kiyana to go to lunch anyway. 

“Yeah, we can do that. Go tell grandma we leaving.” He said sending Kaiden to do his dirty work. Talisua was beyond pissed at him, ever since he told her he crashed Kiyana’a date a couple of days ago. She had called him selfish and insensitive. He agreed with the selfish part, because he was, he wholeheartedly agreed with that. He wanted Kiyana to himself and he was going to do everything in his power to get his wife… ex-wife back. 

“You couldn’t come tell me you were leaving on your own?” Talisua asked as she walked into the kitchen holding Kairo and Josh sighed. 

“Ma’, I don’t wanna fight with you.” 

“I don’t wanna fight with you neither son. I just want you to understand how unfair you are being to Kiyana.” Josh sighed again and resisted the urge to roll his eyes, not waiting to get smacked upside his head. “She deserves to move on.” 

“And I deserve a chance to fix my mess. To make everything right again.” Josh stressed, staring his mom down, he was tired of hearing that Kiyana needs to move on, because no the hell she doesn’t. “Pops cheated on you and had Melvania and you still stayed with him and had four kids. He deserved a second chance, so why don’t I?” For the first time in 38 years, Josh had stumped his mom. He knew bringing up his father’s cheating ways was mean and unnecessary, but he needed to get his point across. 

“Me and your father were not married though Joshua! He didn’t break a vow to me like how you did to Kiyana.” 

“That’s not fair ma’” Josh shot back. “Pops wanted to make things right and you let him, why are you giving me a hard time when I’m trying to do the same?” Talisua’s features softened as she walked closer to her son and grabbed his hand. 

“Son, it’s not the same. I know you wanna fix things with Kiyana. I would love it if y’all were back on the same page, but you hurt her. You hurt her during one of the toughest moments of her life because of your selfishness. Yes, your father has made mistakes but he allowed me to work through my pain on my own, he gave me space and that’s what you’re not giving Kiyana.” 

“Space? She already went on a damn date mom!” Josh responded, raising his voice. "I know I messed up, I admit that. But I'm willing to do whatever it takes to fix things. Kiyana means everything to me."

“Joshua,” Talisua said softly, squeezing his hand gently, “I know how much she means to you but, She needs space okay? Just let her come back to you.” Josh shook head head 

“Nah, I can’t just sit back and watch while she dates other men. I can’t do that.” 

“Then, I can’t help you Josh. You’re own your own.” Talisua handed Kairo over before walking out of the kitchen. 

“We don’t need her,” Josh muttered to a smiling Kairo. “You’ll help me get mommy back right?”  Josh let out a sigh before calling out to Kaiden, “Kai, come on. Let’s go see mommy!”  

As Josh and his two boys were heading towards his truck, he let out a groan as he saw Joe leaning against it. 

“Uncle Joe!” Kaiden called out, letting go of his fathers hand and running towards Joe, who swooped down and picked him up.

“Man whatcho’ big ass  doin’ here?”  Josh asked, unlocking his car door and placing Kairo in his carseat. 

“I ain't come to argue with you.” Joe said softly. “Jon said you might be here and I just wanted to talk,”  Josh sucked his teeth and moved to the driver's side, starting the car and rolling the windows down. “Josh, I told you the other day I was sorry about how all that shit went down with Kiyana.” 

“Aye Uce,” Josh chuckled bitterly,  “You fucked my wife. Then called me so I could hear it!” Josh seethed, damn-near snatching Kaiden out of Joe’s arms. “You lucky you not six feet underground.”

Joe and Josh stood there staring at each other. Josh’s eyes were filled with hate and anger while Joes’ was filled with regret and sadness about how this whole situation went. He still believed in his heart that Kiyana deserves someone better than Josh, but he also knew that the love that they had for each other was genuine and real. Joe would be a hypocrite if he held Josh accountable for his cheated, it’s not like Joe hasn’t cheated on his girlfriends in the past. 

“Look I’m sorry alright? I don’t wanna fight with you no more Josh. I miss my favorite cousin.” Josh’s eyes softened at Joe’s confession. 

“Daddy, I thought we were going to see mommy?” Kaiden interrupted the two of them and Joe looked at Josh with hopeful eyes. 

“Y’all going to see Key? Can I come? I was going to see her before I left for Miami.” Josh started shaking his head, he opened his mouth to tell him no but Kaiden spoke again. 

“Hurry! Or we’re gonna miss mommy!” Kaiden yelled out growing inpatient. 

“Fine, Get in the damn car Uce.” Josh grunted out, lip curling in disgust as Joe opened his passenger side door and slid his big ass in. 

12:00 pm. 

Kiyana leaped from her chair and grabbed her bag immediately heading for the elevator. “Take as long as you want!" Debra called out and Kiyana gave a thumbs up in return just as the elevator doors closed. Since there was a ban on cell phones during work hours, she had to wait to tell Samara all about Elijah and his lying, cheating ass

She let out a curse as she looked down at her arm where Elijah had grabbed, a nasty bruise had formed. Just looking at the bruise had her blood boiling. ‘I should go back up there and tell his wife everything.’ She thought as the elevator doors opened up on the ground floor. 

Kiyana had pulled up Samara’s contact and was about to press call when a loud “MOMMY!”  echoed around the surprisingly quiet main entrance. An immediate smile was on Kiyana’s face as she recognized her son’s voice. 

“Kai!” Kiyana called out, kneeling down and capturing him in a tight hug that she needed at that moment.  

“Hi mommy, I miss you.” Kaiden muttered into the shirt of her scrubs and it took everything in Kiyana not to burst into tears right there as she placed a kiss to the top of his head. 

“I miss you too Kai.” 

“Damn, I be gone weeks at a time and he’s never ran to me like that” Kiyana rolled her eyes with a chuckle before turning towards Josh and… Joe? Who was pushing Kairo in his stroller. Her eyes widened as she took in the two Samoans. 

“What the fuck?” She whispered. She tried to asked him what he was doing there, but all she could muster was another , “What the fuck?” 

As Kiyana stood to her full height, the bruise on her arm caught Josh's attention. “What’s that?” He asked, drawing Joe’s attention to the bruise as well.

“Oh, it’s nothing, I bumped into something earlier.” She muttered, looking anywhere but at Josh and that's when he knew she was lying. 

“Kiyana.” He narrowed his eyes on her. “That shit wasn’t there this morning.” 

“Josh, please.” She pleaded. “Y’all came here to eat, so let's go do that.” She said grabbing Kaiden’s hand and walking towards the cafeteria but Josh grabbed her other hand, stopping her. “Josh, stop” She whispered and he shook his head. 

“It was that nut ass dude you went out with wasn’t it?” 

“Aye, he put his hands on you KiKi?” Joe chimed in and Kiyana’s bottom lip quivered and that’s when Josh lost it. 

Josh's jaw was clenched tight as he asked her, “Where he at Kiyana? He thinks he can put his hands on you and get away with it?” 

Kiyana shook her head,  "Josh, please," she pleaded again, placing her hand on his chest, trying her hardest to calm him down, but he was pissed and past the point of calming down. “We got the kids here.” 

“And they need to see what happens when someone puts their hands on their mama. I don’t play that shit Key, divorced or not.” The elevator doors opened and Kiyana cursed as Josh’s eyes zeroed in on Elijah. “You put your fucking hands on my wife?” Josh called out and before Elijah could even comprehend what was going on, Josh walked up and threw a mean right hook, knocking Elijah down to the ground. 

The security guard, who had overhead what Elijah did, took his time getting up from his seat. He stretched and yawned before slowly making his way over to them. Kiyana took the stroller from Joe and pushed him in Josh’s direction, “Please do something!” She called out, covering Kaiden’s eyes so he wouldn’t see what his dad was doing. 

“Josh.. Josh come on man, you got him.” Joe said as he pulled Josh off of Elijah but not without getting his own kicks in. 

“Alright, that's enough” The security guard called out as he finally made his way over to them. 

“This shit ain’t over!” Josh called out to Elijah who was holding his jaw, glaring at him. “Imma catch ya’ bum ass again!” Josh pushed the guard away from him and grabbed Kiyana's hand, leading her out of the hospital. 

“And don’t put your hands on my mommy again!” 

Welp... Honestly.... i can't write a fight scene to save my life but imma work on it and trust, this aint the last time Josh gon get his hands on Elijah!

If then ending seems rushed, I apologize it is 3:35 am and I wanted to get this out b/c I won't have any time later on in the day to publish 🙃.

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[ace-whovian-neuroscientist]

i will always say that they share the brain cell

but if i have to pick one my otp shares one microglia desperately trying to clean up after their bullshit

My completely irrational pet peeve is when people refer to characters as having only one brain cell, or sharing one brain cell between them. I can't help but think, that's not how brain cells work! One brain cell doesn't do anything, it's all about the network!

Obviously everyone who makes these comments knows this. I don't know why I get so literal about it. Also this is absolutely NOT a plea for people to stop; I recognize it's very much a me thing.

Thinking about this did make me curious about the fewest number of brain cells an animal could have and, going by this Wikipedia article, it's around 200. This honor is held by everyone's beloved tardigrade, along with the "asplanchna brightwellii (rotifer)," whatever the hell that is. Apparently sponges and Trichoplax have a type of "nervous system" with no neurons, which for Trichoplax uses amino acid chain signaling between cells instead, and for sponges is still unexplained.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_animals_by_number_of_neurons

a tardigrade, also called a "water bear" or a "moss piglet." this little guy is about half a millimeter long and has about 200 brain cells!

[sjmgirlie]

BEING SEEN

This scene is VERY important.

Not only did Azriel state nothing was wrong with her (which mind you Madja also said she wasn't crazy and didn't like them implying she was) but once he was able to decipher what was "wrong with her", Elain's eyes clear. People say Elain said she needed sunshine, and think that alludes to Lucien because he is Helion's son. BUT, we actually didn't know that at the time.. we find that out later.

My interpretation of this is that Elain needed to be out of the Void world. That was why she requested sunshine (page 302 ACOWAR). Her eye's being murky was because she was continuously having visions. The understanding and proclamation that she is a seer from Azriel brings her out of the Void. Sunshine does not equal Lucien here.

I'd like to add that actually Lucien said she needed fresh AIR, never sunshine, because I see people mistake that as well.

On page 336 of ACOWAR, once Azriel has figured out Elain is a Seer and they ask her about the sixth queen Vassa (mind you Azriel mostly asks the questions):

"Lucien just stared and stared at my sister, as if he'd never seen her before"

This is important, because in the first sit down of Elain and Lucien, she says that Graysen saw her, and he was the only one. And now he will not. Being seen is what Elain wants the most. To be truly seen. We see in later exchanges with Elain and Lucien (which let's be honest are minimal) that while Lucien is definitely trying to some degree with Elain, that he still does not truly see. For example, the gardening gloves for Solstice.

You can't say Lucien isn't trying at all, but he also doesn't really want to be around her. His exact words were "I can't stand to be around her" in the context of it's difficult to be around her because he can tell she doesn't want him to be. Also, do we know if he actually genuinely likes her? Or if it’s literally just the bond? Even when Feyre goes into his mind in ACOWAR, Lucien is at odds with himself. He says Jesminda CHOSE him, while Elain was thrust upon him.

Elain - Lucien - Az is the story of CHOICE. They ALL represent the desire to be chosen. So who they will end up with will in the end be a CHOICE.

[tcoaal]

EDIT: i made a few small edits since i posted this

hi i might be beating a dead horse but this rant has been building up since seeing the first comments on reddit. spoilers under the readmore + i didn't want to eat your entire dash

you're all free to like or dislike or love or hate The Coffin of Andrew and Renee mod all you want but something that's been driving me absolutely bonkers in criticism of it is people saying Renee was wholesome or loving in it. i have a lot of mean words about it actually but i want to keep it civil and just say: you are absolutely completely incorrect in every capacity.

the key difference between canon gravecest and Andrew's and Renee's relationship in this mod is Renee's abuse is completely different than Ashley's. the mod is quite arguably a LOT more fucked up than the source material when you pay attention to it!

(and also one of the mcs is a milf yada yada)

this mod at the end of the day is a fanfic. it's an AU fanfic you get to play. it's a really well written fanfic! not the same as the original, and there's definitely parts that are weaker (the first half of the 303 lady scene after the summoning was really weak before it became my favorite part of the mod) but it does a decent job at exploring this story with a major plot of divergence years before the canon start of the game and how that's affecting Andrew.

Andrew is considerably more submissive when things get rough around Renee than he is with Ashley. the thing about gravecest is that it's codependent. Ashley doesn't really force or make Andrew do anything: Andrew desperately wants to blame his problems on Ashley but deep down he's just as, if not even more fucked up than Ashley actually is. this is something we could debate and discuss for hours but: this dynamic is lost with Renee, and for good reasons.

Renee was the one that forced Andrew to be the one who raised his sister. and then Renee forcibly separated them and told him if he ever had problems come to her.

Andrew is dependent on Renee in a way Renee clearly is not in the mod.

Renee's life has kinda gone to shit. getting Ashley locked up didn't magically solve her problems: her life is actually worse than in canon. her doormat husband finally found the balls to leave her, Andrew clearly resents her deep down, she's locked in an apartment and her tie to Andrew is literally the only thing she has left. and boy is Andrew infinitely worse off for that! Renee actively controls every aspect of Andrew's life one way or another, and while I dislike the first half of the Room 302 scene the ending shows that contrast.

Andrew basically mentally shuts down whenever Renee gets serious about weaponizing his dependency. Renee is somebody who forced him to raise his sister, then forcibly ripped that person from her to make herself the one he's dependent on.

this scene was really fucking haunting to watch because she actively weaponizes using what she did. she was the one responsible for letting shit get so messed up when he was a kid. and then he uses it to hurt him: and then continues to weaponize the fact she "saved" him to make him back down.

"And... maybe I said some things that weren't called for myself."

^ the exact line that sold this characterization of Renee to me. this is immediately after her exploiting his trauma, trauma she is very much directly responsible for. this isn't a happy scene. this isn't a wholesome scene. look how tired Andrew looks compared to his mother.

even when she's blatantly, clearly in the wrong she won't admit responsibility. it was Andrew's fault for acting like a child. it's his fault for lashing out when his trauma is exploited by Renee and she has to further manipulate and abuse the trust she forcibly installed into him to make him back down. but maybe she said a few bad things too. she didn't mean it though. Andrew should know better though.

anyone with half a brain can tell this is horrifically fucked up and a very different kind of control and confrontation Ashley uses: Ashley just likes to get in his face and initiate a verbal argument regarding Andrew's hypocrisy more other than not and then said arguments run their natural course. Renee repeatedly uses textbook abuse and gaslighting tactics to force the person dependent on her to back down. Anderw is not naturally "a dutiful son," as the mod describes him, Renee made him become that and regularly abuses that fact.

Renee is a lot more gungho about being a cannibal and is extremely attached to a story about a monster that eats everything that threatens her child because Renee has lost everything else of value in her life and is forcing Andrew to be close to her, constantly picking needless fights at the idea of her own son leaving her side and leaving her alone, and emphasizing that he owes it to her to stay by her side and actively controls him to ensure he doesn't leave.

like, you can feel however you want. i've seen some people hate it. i've actually seen some people who like it more than the actual game itself. i certainly have a few criticisms of it, mostly tied to its format inherently, but i'll defend it unless chapter 2 drops the ball.

but every time i see someone comment "Renee is really wholesome and loving in this mod and that's really OOC for her," or when the criticisms mostly boil down to the art style i think i die inside a bit and i cannot take that person's complaints regarding this mod seriously in any capacity. anyways thanks for listening to my insane rant if you read this far manifesting chapter 3 soon my crops are dying

[boredcoldandhungry]

If there was one thing Nico was grateful for, it was his planning period. Everyday between teaching second period AP US history and fourth period art history he could reply to angry emails, indulge into his candy stash, grade, write angry emails, refill his water, and go to the bathroom.

He had somehow ended up with the same exact schedule from one term to the next. He followed his second period out to run some arrends around the school and was scared shitless when his room was occupied with about 10 freshman. Two things were frightening about this, A: he didn't have a class third period, B: he didn't teach freshman at all this term (he could tell they were freshman, they had the scared look in their eyes).

"Woah you guys can't be in here, get to class!" He urged, slamming his stack of copies onto his desk.

"Uhm, this is our class," one of the braver ones said, " aren't you Mr. -" she knit her eyebrows together and glared at her schedule, "Di Angelo-Solace?"

Nico took a deep breath. "What class do you guys think you're in?"

The same girl, they're leader apparently, responded. "Honors English 9?"

It took all Nico had in him to not point at the various historical posters on his walls and the whiteboard dedicated to Italian verbs. He in no way taught English.

He took a deep breath (again). "There are two Mr. Di Angelo-Solaces in this school. I teach history and Italian, the other one teaches english. Go upstairs to room 302. I'll call him and let you know you're all coming."

The leader of the bunch seemed confused, but not confused enough to ask questions. She quickly gathered her things and walked out the door, causing everyone else to follow her.

Nico sighed and sat down at his desk. He knew Will had his cell off during work hours so he reached to the hardly used landline on his desk and dialed Will's classroom.

"Hel-lo" a sing-songy voice responded.

Nico smiled at the voice, "Hi love, it's me, sorry to bother I know it's syllabus day."

"It's no prob, what's up?"

"Missing half your class?"

"Yup. Got em?"

"Yup I just sent them up. Throw them a solid and don't mark them tarty. My fault I wasn't in the room when they first came in. I think I also generally scared them."

"Okay, will do, love you."

''Love you too, hun."

Nico put the phone back in it's holder and gave a soft sigh, turning to his desktop and opening his email.

next part

[coffin-ramblings]

I have talked about Leyley in Andrew's dream a while ago, so it's time to talk about Ashley there.

Very obviously, she is a worse person than Leyley with the dismissive attitude towards the corpses in front of her, particularly glaring for the lady from room 302. Interestingly, Andrew is happy to see her, but unlike Leyley where he is the giver, he expects Ashley to give him something, which are the eaten arm of the cultist and to come out for his pleasure. But when she asks him to call her Leyley like he did in Episode 1, he says, "I'm asking for Ashley". Ashley refuses to come out at that, and he notably gets sad, a totally opposite reaction to him being able to try to kill Leyley and telling her she doesn't exist and should die to her face.

While this demonstrates Andrew's insistence for Leyley to die, I think that it goes further in that he believes that by "growing up", it includes cutting off his empathy and nurturing aspects to survive in their awful world and situation. He may also be convinced that in order to quell Ashley's constant distrust of him, he has to kill for her to prove his love for her, shown with her being surrounded by those he killed to protect her (hitman and warden) or perhaps make her happy and prove his loyalty (302 lady). The other option is to show the true depths of his own love and fully reject normalcy, one Andrew is afraid of being spurned from by Ashley and punished by society.

I think that Ashley asking him to call her Leyley in the dream is his brain warning him to be a more of giver to Ashley in the relationship and not cut off the nurturing and empathetic parts of himself, or else it'll damage his relationships and interactions with people. However, in Andrew's point of view, to be more of a giver and keep these aspects around risks death, imprisonment, and/or a major loss of his relationship with Ashley. Tragically, Andrew not understanding his psyche's Ashleys and giving his true devotion to Ashley the person leads to these exact possible outcomes in Decay.

[indiaalphawhiskey]

✨ Snip Snip Snippet ✨

It was depressingly archaic but even more depressingly true, regardless of how unspoken in high society: an Alpha was only as good as the Omegas he bed, and as far as breeding went, Harry Styles’ pedigree trumped them all.

Publicly losing Harry to any Alpha would be a dramatic blow to Lucien’s social standing. But losing Harry to Louis ‘Silicon Valley’ Tomlinson would be mortifying; an unsalvageable blow to his reign.

It was a terrifyingly cunning plan, if nothing else.

Except, Louis thought then, mouth already poised to ask. Why not just pretend—

“Before you embarrass yourself by asking some other painfully naive question,” Harry cut in, unaffected by the affronted noise Louis let out at the accusation, “no, we can’t just pretend to have slept together.”

Louis raised a brow to cover up his urge to grumble. “Why not?”

“Because he’ll call our bluff if my scent doesn’t change, obviously.”

Louis swallowed harshly against his second squawk of the hour. For someone with such an impeccable reputation for manners and societal politesse (and, frankly, for a virgin), Harry seemed incredibly comfortable with the insinuation that knotting was, apparently, a given in this little revenge fantasy, seeing as that was the only way either of their scents would change enough to be noticeable.

But, it seemed, in the hierarchy of Harry Styles’ priorities, it was ego-shattering justice first, traditional Omega values second. Not exactly at the helm of destroying the patriarchy, but a vast improvement, all things considered.

(Also, Louis was beginning to sweat, realizing the level of detail and strategic thought Harry had managed to exact even whilst in the throes of heartbreak, and in less than twelve hours. Lesson learned: Lucien Astor was far preferable to Harry Styles as an adversary.)

“I'll wear a blocker, of course, because I’m not some common whore,” Harry was saying, mostly to himself now, only looking to Louis for the odd obligatory nod of agreement.

“Of course,” Louis chimed in sarcastically, though Harry could clearly care less.

“—But I’ll take it early enough so that it starts fading right at the end of Economics 302. You can sit by the door, so your scent wafts past him as we leave.” Louis was sure this was the only time he had ever heard Harry even slightly giddy. “It’ll really help him piece two and two together.”

“That is…” Louis said into the following silence, nodding slowly, searching for the right words, “Horrifyingly brilliant.”

[redphlox]

Dabi wasn't trying to look for acknowledgement from Endeavor but acknowledgement for his existence. This is more about him look for a reason for his existence.

*dusts off the good ol’ askbox* Hiya thanks for the ask!

This statement is trying to diminish Endeavor’s role as Dabi’s motivation, and I don’t agree. 

Yes Dabi/Touya wanted acknowledgment of his existence. Whose acknowledgment did Touya want? Endeavor's. And his family's.

Everything Touya has done since his quirk started hurting him has revolved around regaining his father’s attention. He wants his father to look at him again. Touya has said so, and even Rei has said so (302). He wanted and still wants his father’s acknowledgment. He wants it so badly he has been self-harming since he was around 4 years old. He trained in secret for years to re-earn that attention, burst into literal lethal flame tears when his father didn’t show up to see him at Sekoto Peak, woke up from a coma making up an excuse as to why his father didn’t arrive and went home to see him and the rest of the family, and then decided to stay dead when he saw that the person who dominates their family - Endeavor - hadn’t changed. And now he has spent the last 10 years plotting to ruin Endeavor. Why? Because it hurt that his own father didn’t want or care about him because Touya loved HIM so much. Touya thought the love was unreciprocated. Dabi even tried to kill Shouto multiple times now - why? Because Dabi wants Endeavor to notice him for once. 

I’m not sure what else to say. Touya is just like any other kid IRL who feels like a giant disappointment to their parent. That shit stings. But, Touya wasn’t the kid who went out of their way to continue pissing off their parent by becoming the exact opposite of what their parent expected. No, Touya dug in his heels and tried incredibly hard to meet his father’s standards until he died. I’d even make the argument that he’s STILL trying to meet his father’s standards. He’s using Endeavor’s mentality that hotter flames = stronger and copying his moves. Touya is self-destructing because his father abused him, and to say that Touya doesn’t want his father’s acknowledgment ironically erases that trauma because his trauma IS being neglected, and he WANTS closure by being seen.

Look. Touya wants his dad, and the core of that feeling is love - wanting to be loved by his father via acknowledgment and allowed to show his love for his father via training and going into the same profession as him. But it was never only about heroics… it was about his relationship with his father. All Dabi has talked about since 290 is family this, family that, Endeavor, father, Shouto, Endeavor Endeavor Endeavor. 

I know it’s hard to fathom. Touya yearning for the father who abused him and the entire family is hard to stomach for some readers who suffered parental abuse and therefore can’t relate to Dabi, and I understand that and I see them. Horikoshi is writing the story, and he’s made it clear that the Todoroki family will heal and come together to FINALLY be happy - and this includes both Touya and an Endeavor who is regretful and wants to be better.

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Broken Belts

Summary: Of course, the one day you decide to take it out for a spin, your classic car decides the repairs you were avoiding need immediate maintenance. Leading to you needing to head to a garage to fix them.

Oneshot

Fluff, Strangers to Dating, Fast burn?

Possible Warning?: Referring to a car as ‘Baby’.

Word Count: 4,956

‘Old-School’ Mechanic! Younghoon X Reader

[Long a/n w/info to go: If you’re changing your serpentine belt when it’s past due as you will do here, pls change the pulleys too- but rn you will not do that :) Very simplified car terminology: crankshaft: rotates pistons which runs the engine, alternator: keeps the battery charged, power steering: helps you turn easily, idler: keeps the engine running while it’s ‘sitting’, and water pump runs water throughout the system. Serpentine belt: The belt that keeps all the pulleys (that are attached to above terms) in time with each other, can be one or multiple. In this fic there will be two: A power steering serpentine belt & an air conditioning belt. Lastly, the two cars featured are a: ‘70 Boss 302 Mustang and a ‘71 Maverick. Lastly but not least; a special thanks to @jinkoh for helping inspire another Younghoon fic.].

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You knew better. You swore you knew better, but even with the loud squealing of the serpentine belt, you still kept driving it. Because, of course, it wouldn’t break before you had time to change it. After all, it was just the first few days of summer. You wanted to enjoy the weekend with your Boss 302 Mustang, whether or not it was screaming. You’d replace them during the week when you had the time, but this was the first weekend, so it’d be fine. Your air conditioning had been malfunctioning recently, but in your mind, it was because the car was fifty-some years old. You just rolled the windows down and enjoyed the weather. Maybe, if it was a newer car, the computer would be screaming at you now to see a specialist. But that was the pleasure of older cars. You never had to deal with extra lights telling you the exact mileage when to do things. You could do it at your leisure, and like the serpentine belt, you’d fix it at your leisure.

So, with that thought in mind, at the turn of the green light, you slammed on the gas, the car roaring as you sped down the route ten miles over the speed limit. Your car needed to feel the breeze, even if it meant a ticket. You laugh as you continue down the sunset strip. It feels good to be behind the wheel after two seasons of waiting. You make it through two more green lights before hitting another red light. You pout and wait for it to turn green as you notice you're the only one waiting at the intersection. When the light changes, you get on it again, flying through the intersection. 

You start turning your wheel to follow the curve when you hear a ‘snap’ sound over your radio. Your eyes widen as you lose power steering. Maybe it was good that your daily driver told you when to change things. “No, no, you promised me a nice weekend. Come on, baby.” You gulp as the wheel gets harder to turn. You make it past the curve, throwing your four-ways on, and a hundred feet after it, manage to pull it over onto the side of the road. You check it’s clear before popping the hood, getting out of the car, and shutting the door. You slip your fingers between the grill and opening and move the latch to the side, lifting up the hood, praying it isn’t one of the belts. You raise it until you can put the prop inside the slot. You let the hood rest on it before looking over the engine before locking eyes with the two-belt pulley system. It was the reason why you were avoiding repairing it this weekend. It was rotten to deal with one, but two? That's nightmare fuel. You look at the air conditioning belt and see it’s intact even though it’s dry-rotted. You sigh in relief before checking the power steering belt and watch as it falls off and onto the ground. You look up to the sky before shaking your head, “Well… I definitely can’t make it home, but I can get it to a garage at least.” 

You get on your knees and grab the fallen belt. You check it over to see the clean snap and dry rot. And shake your head again, “There goes my nice weekend.” With a sigh, “I know, I know it’s my fault. I should have fixed you the second I heard your squealing. But I’ll fix you now, baby. It’s okay.” You look for the dimension numbers as you listen to the soft breeze. You hum as you type them on your phone as someone zooms past you reminding you you're still stuck on the road in the middle of nowhere. You lift the hood off the prop, locking it in place. You lower the hood down gently and let it drop the rest of the way. It clicks in place, and you get back inside your car. 

You look up the nearest garages, looking for one with spaces to rent and a mechanic experienced in older automobiles. And luckily, the closest happens to be Younghoon’s Garage, an automotive repair shop. You read further to see he specializes in classic car maintenance and dabbles in the newer stuff. And that he allows for people to rent out garage spaces to work on their car. You sigh in relief. It was going to be okay. You didn’t have to deal with an inexperienced mechanic telling you how to work on your car. Nor did you have to worry about letting someone work on your baby, either. 

You call up the garage and hear the voice of a person around your age answer, “Younghoon’s garage; what can I help you with?” You gulp your nervousness back; it's probably just the mechanic’s son taking the call. “Uh, I need to rent a garage today.” He hums on the other line, “Okay~ I have three available. Feel free to bring your car down any time today before six, or I won’t be able to let you in.” You thank him and tell him you’re two miles away and you’ll be there soon. “Okay, I’ll be waiting!” You hang up and place the belt on the floor. You turn your car over, pressing in the clutch, scolding your car, “Now, don’t give me any more troubles until we get to the shop, baby.” You shift it down to first, release the handbrake, and give it some gas before checking to see it’s clear. You grit your teeth as you turn the wheel to get it on the road before heading to the garage. 

You couldn’t be happier to see the old-fashioned neon sign saying, “Younghoon’s Garage.” You groan as you turn the wheel, putting everything into it just to make it turn left. As you pull in, you see someone leaning against the entryway of a garage door. His hair is slightly in his eyes as he looks down at the ground. He looks up as you get closer, and you see him for the first time. You’ve never seen someone make a gray denim overshirt and white tee look so good. You huff out a breath as he waves you in, walking to the back of the garage. He guides you onto the lift, and if you weren’t struggling behind the wheel, you would have been stunned by his pretty smile. When he motions for you to stop, you tiredly put it into park, putting the handbrake down before turning it off. You shake your hands, getting the feeling back in them after gripping the wheel tightly to maneuver it. 

You open your door and get out to see him waiting for you. He greets you with a warm smile, and you smile back as you shut the door behind you, “Hi, I’m (Y/n).” And he smiles, “Nice to meet you, I’m Younghoon.” You stop your jaw from dropping and tell him it’s nice to meet him, too. You didn’t expect him to be the owner. He looks at your car, “Your belt was squealing.” You sigh, “I know…” He shrugs as he laughs, “Don’t worry, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. Did the power steering belt snap? It looked like you were struggling to turn it.” You nod, and he pats your shoulder, “I’m glad you got here safe then.” You sigh, “Me too.” He smiles and tells you, “Anyways, the garage is all yours to use! If you need parts or anything. Feel free to see my office.” He points to the door that leads out of the garage. He gives you one last smile before leaving, and you smile back.

You roll down the garage door, not wanting to deal with the slight breeze blowing inside while you’re working. You prop the hood up and head to the toolboxes, looking for the sockets and wrenches. You take the socket wrench with you and test the sockets against the bolt until you find the right size. And with ease, you loosen the idler pulley. You ratchet it back into place after removing the belt. You read the dimensions and write it down on your phone before heading to Younghoon's office. You open the door and find he’s nowhere to be found. You look down at the counter, trying to figure out what to do. When you see a ripped sheet of notebook paper, “(Y/n), if you need me, I’m in the garage two doors down!” You smile, not expecting his penmanship to be so pretty. You walk out the front door and hear the loud sounds of an air ratchet. You follow them to the garage he told you he’d be in. And see him pulling a back tire off of a Maverick. You take the sight in momentarily before reminding yourself that you’re here to work on your vehicle, not admire the shop owner. You come up to him, and before you can say anything, he rolls the tire up against the wall and sees you first. “Hey, (Y/n)! Whatcha ya need?” You smile, “My belts, but I can wait for you to finish this up.” He shakes his head, wipes his hands off on a white towel, and gets off the roller, “No need! I have another hour to replace the brakes on this Maverick.” You laugh and shrug, “If you say so.” 

He leads you back to the shop, and that’s when you catch the smell of his cologne for the first time. You shake your head; of course, he smells good too. He holds the door open for you and lets you in. He runs his hand through his hair as he asks, “What sizes?” You tell him, and he nods, “I’ll go get them from the back.” You watch him disappear behind the shelving units. He peeks his head out for a second, and you resist smiling about how cute he is as he asks, “Anything else?” You shake your head and tell him, “No, I’m good.” He comes the rest of the way out, and you have to remind your heart that even if looks cute, he’s just doing his job. You thank him as he gently puts them in your hands. He heads out the front door while you head back out the side door to your garage.

After setting the new ones down, you take and toss the old ones into the rubber disposable bin. You find a clean rag and wet it with soap and water to clean off the pulleys. One dirty rag later, everything is cleaned and ready for its new belts. You head to your glovebox and pull out the modified diagram you made when you last replaced the belts. You mutter to yourself, “Next time, I’m getting a serpentine kit, so I only have to fix one belt.” You sigh as you look over your notes before slipping the new power steering belt out of its packaging. You fold and put it away, having already memorized the modified diagram. You slip it underneath the crankshaft pulley, before pulling the belt up to the alternator pulley, and slipping it over it. The easy part is over. You slide it underneath the water pump before moving the belt to where the power steering pulley is to wind it around. You work the belt up to the pulley, and it starts giving you a hard time. It takes two tries before you can muster all of your strength in your hands to force it up and over. You let out a breath of relief and take a break for water, sitting on the shop chair, knowing that the worst belt was over.

You take your time before heading back to the engine. The last step would be easy. All you had to do was get this over and out of this garage, and you’d be set for the next forty to seventy thousand miles if you’d play your cards right. You sigh as you pull the big belt out of its packaging and play with it, debating if your car was worth the trouble. You shake your head, deciding to do it, checking your diagram one last time before slipping the belt under the crankshaft pulley. After several minutes of struggling, you finally get the belt over the idler pulley. You grumble at it before attempting to push it over the a/c pulley. You try several more times but continue to come up short, just getting it to skim the top of it, not being able to push it over. You decide to let it go, thinking it’ll rest on the idler, and you watch as it slips right off both and onto the ground. 

Having enough, you yell at it, “You gotta be kidding me!” You get down on your knees and pull it off the floor as you hear the office door fly open. You look to see Younghoon rushing out, “I heard you yell! Are you okay!?” You glare at the belt, “I’m okay… just mad at an inanimate object.” He chuckles, “You had me worried there.” After a moment, he gently asks, “Can I help?” You give him a look, “Wouldn’t that cost more…” He shakes his head with a laugh as he tells you, “You’ve already spent three hours here. I’ve got my money's worth.” You chuckle, “I guess so. And only if you want to.” He smiles and comes around to the front beside you, “Which belt are you working on?” You pull your diagram out showing him, “The air conditioning belt.” He nods, looking over it as he memorizes it, “Okay, let’s do it together.” 

He rolls his gray sleeves up before holding his hand out for the belt. You hand it over, and he has you switch sides. He reaches his arm down and slips it under the crankshaft pulley. When he lifts his head, he compliments you, “You did well on the other belt!” You thank him, and he lets you pull it over the idler, and with a struggle, you push it over. His arm brushes yours as he reaches for the belt, “You hold it tight on the idler, and I’ll try to push it over the AC, okay?” You nod and clasp your hand over it so it doesn’t move off of the pulley. And with a grunt, he shoves it over, and your jaw drops before you go, “I loosened it up for you.” He looks over at you, and he winks, “Sure.” You look away to hide your fluster making a show of picking up your socket wrench. And he asks, “What size do you have so we can make this job go quicker?” You tell him, and he walks away as you start tightening down the bolts. He leans down beside you, putting his arm inside to tighten the crankshaft pulley. As you bump his side, you look over at him and give him an awkward smile, and he laughs as he does the same. You both continue bumping into each other until it’s all set in place, exchanging little smiles each time. 

Once it’s all seated in place and perfect, he goes, “Start ‘er up!” You grin, and he backs up from the front as you hop inside and turn it over, giving it some gas until it roars. You pop out, and he goes, “Well, it hasn’t come flying off yet. So I think we did a good job.” You smile, “I think so too!” You both get closer, looking over the engine, watching the two belts spin around the pulleys. You step back, and he raises his hand up, you smile as you give him a high five, and he smiles back. You head back inside your car and turn it off. When you pop back out, he asks, “What do you say to takeout?” You blink at him, “Huh?” He tells you, “You’ve been here for almost three and a half hours and haven’t eaten. And I’m quite hungry for dinner. So, what do you say to takeout?” You shake your head, “You don’t have to-” He shakes his head back at you, “No, you’ve worked your ass off to get this thing here, and then you had to struggle with these belts. So what would you like?” You smile, “Something delicious.” He nods, “I know just the place. You get everything cleaned up, and I’ll order, okay?” You nod, “Sounds good.” 

He heads to his office while you put all the tools you’ve borrowed away into their proper places. Throwing the dirty rag into a bucket for rags before heading back to your car and lifting the hood up off the prop, setting that down first before you shut the hood. You head to his office to see him bringing a chair in for you to sit on and hold your hands out, “Got anywhere to wash my hands?” He nods, “Yeah,” he moves from behind his desk and shows you to it. “Feel free to use it how you like.” You nod and give him a small, “Thanks!” You make your way back just as he’s placing the bags of food down. He hears you walking towards him and goes, “Just in time~” You smile and walk over as you figure out whose box is which. 

As you eat, you think about what to say to him. When it hits you, you tell him, “You know, I thought you were an old man.” He tilts his head at you as he leans back, “Why’s that?” You laugh, “You pretty much work only on classic cars. And when you answered, I thought I was talking to the owner's son or something.” He runs his hand through his hair as his lips press together, “Oh, I hope it was a pleasant surprise.” You laugh, “Yeah, it was nice.” He smiles, and after a pause, he says, “You know, we’re a little odd?” You ask, “Why’s that?” And he tells you, “We both like working on old cars.” You shake your head, “I guess we are a little odd.” You both giggle, and he claps his hands together, which makes you laugh even harder. Finding it endearing, the words, “So cute,” slip out before you can stop them. Your eyes go wide, and you quickly look down, digging into your food, acting as if your food made you say it. You don’t see his ears turn red, but you feel his stare on you as you eat, yet he doesn’t say anything. So you figure he just brushed it off. After a few moments of silence, he says, “You know I’ve never worked on a Boss until today.” You gasp, finally looking up at him, “What about ridden in one?” He shakes his head, “Never. Only ever seen them at car shows.” You smile as you tell him, “I guess we’ll have to change that. What do you say we take my car for a test drive after this?” He grins, “I’d like that.” You eat another bite, and he asks, “What do you say to ice cream?” You smile, “I’d like that. It'll be my treat for helping me.” He smiles, “Okay, and I’ll guide you to it while you show me what your baby can do~” You grin, “Okay!” 

When you’ve both finished eating, you clean up your trash and toss it in the can. He clicks the button for the garage and leads you out, “I’ll have to shut from inside, but I’ll guide you off, okay?” You nod and head to your car. Hopping in, you turn it over, checking the door is fully up before you start easing the car off the lift, looking over to the side to see him motioning you. You gulp as you hear your back tires hit the ramp, and he smiles at you, encouraging you to keep going. You get your car off the lift and onto the pavement outside and watch as the garage door shuts in front of you. He comes out of the shop with his keys in hand, and you pop the door open for him, “Hi.” He smiles, “Hi.” You watch as he sinks into the seat, his knees practically to his chest. And you both laugh before you say, “You can put the seat back.” He scoots the chair and leans it back. And with a sigh, he says, “That's a lot more comfortable.” You shake your head, still laughing, “I bet.” Making sure his seatbelt is on, you ask, “Ready?” He smirks, “Born ready.” 

You reverse until you can spin it around and drive onto the main route. Instead of hearing the squealing, you hear the gentle roar of your motor. And he tells you, “It already sounds better.” You smile at him as you shift into first gear, “It does.” You smoothly transition from second to third gear as you get up to speed. He relaxes in the seat as he watches you drive, and you feel excitement as you race down the road. You pat the wheel, “That’s it, baby~” Out of the corner of your eye, you see him smiling at you, “What?” He shrugs his shoulders, “Nothing.” You ask, “You sure?” He smiles, “You just look good behind the wheel.” You blush, “Is that so?” He hums, “Yeah.” He doesn’t say anything else, and you both listen to the radio, unsure of what else to say. 

You shift it into fourth as the speed limit finally reaches seventy. And he lets out a little cheer, and you grin over at him, and he asks, “How fast can it go?” You smirk, “Wanna find out?” He nods excitedly, and you check behind you to see an empty street. You look at him with a smirk before slamming down on the gas and taking off. You watch as you fly up to eighty, quickly hitting ninety. You grin as you push a hundred, “It can go faster if you’re up for it?” As you take a glimpse at him, you see his sparkling eyes, “Hell yeah!” Your grip on the wheel gets tighter as you watch the road more intensely, and just as you hit 110, you see headlights coming towards you. You ease up on the gas as you pout, “We could have hit a hundred and thirty…” Your speed quickly drops, and he says, “Well if it’s any consultation-” You look over at him as your gauge drops back down to a safe seventy, “Hmm?” He grins, putting his hand over your other hand that’s now resting on the shifter, and links his fingers through yours, “That was the coolest experience I’ve had in months!” You giggle at him, “I’m glad you enjoyed it~” He smiles as he tells you, “And we’re about an intersection from the ice cream place.” You grin, “That’s even better news!” You slow down further as you get through the intersection. You notice his hand still over yours and squeeze his fingers as you shift down. He tells you to turn left as you shift into second. With one hand, you spin the wheel left and pull into the ice cream stand. You pull in, put into park, and look at his hand. He gasps as he quickly removes it from yours, and you resist your pout until he says, “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was-” You shake your head, “I liked it.” 

You get out of the car and offer him your hand, and he smiles as he links his hand in yours. You order your ice creams and pay for them before heading to the pickup line. You both talk quietly as you wait in front of the window. The person behind the window asks, “One cone and one sundae?” You both nod and take yours and some napkins before walking away, “Where do you want to sit?” He looks at the tree close to the car, “Underneath the tree?” You smile, “Sounds good to me.” You sit side by side underneath the tree while the sun slowly starts setting in the sky, and you ask, “So, what do you like to do for fun?” He smiles, “Watch movies and play video games.” You nod as you eat another bite of ice cream, and he asks, “What about you?” You smile as you tell him before asking, “Got any pets?” His eyes twinkle as he tells you about Bori and shows you photos of her. You grin, “She’s so cute!” He smiles, “The cutest.” 

You two continue talking until you finish your ice cream. You get up together and throw away your trash. “Since you’ve never worked on one or rode in one before. Have you driven one?” He shakes his head no, and you ask, “Do you want to?” He blinks, “Seriously?” You hum before you ask, “You’ve driven a manual before, right?” He nods, and you smile as you hold your keys out to him, “I trust you.” He takes them in his hands, “You sure?” You agree as you head to the passenger side, “It’s not often I get to sit over here.” He looks at you over the roof, “Well, today’s your lucky day then.” You grimace before you say, “Overall, yeah.” He laughs, “Maybe not entirely. But how about right now?” You smirk, “It's better cause you're here.” He laughs as he sits down and shakes his head at you. He has to push the seat back again as you adjust your seat to have a straighter back. You both shut your doors and put on your seatbelts before he looks over at you and turns it over, giving it a little gas before it roars to life. 

He lets up on the handbrake and engages the clutch, letting it slide into first. You watch him as he sticks his tongue out while he pulls out of the parking spot to concentrate. You giggle as you look at him, and he looks over at you and winks. You shake your head, and he pulls onto the road and shifts into second, quickly changing into third, then fourth as he gets it up to seventy. When he’s comfortable driving, no longer concentrating, you bump his hand that’s resting above the shifter. He grins over at you and takes your hand in his, interlocking your fingers. 

You look at your joined hands and wonder how today went from rotten to wonderful. But as you trail your eyes up to his, “It was because of you.” He gives you an odd look, “Huh?” And you smile, “You made my day go from rotten to wonderful.” He squeezes your fingers, “My day was boring before you showed up.” You laugh, “Is that because I gave you something to do?” He shakes his head, “No. It’s not often someone as pretty as you walks into my shop.” You pout, “How often is not often?” He smiles, “Well, considering I’ve only seen you once? Once.” You roll your eyes, “Smooth,” but grin as you watch the streetlights fly past you. 

You let his hand go so he can shift down when you see the shop in the distance. And before your hand can completely part from his, his pinky catches yours. You giggle as he shifts with your hand still partially in his. He slows down and parks in front of the garage you were in before. When you have to get out of the car, it’s his turn to pout as he shuts off your car. “What?” You ask as you shut the door behind you, “I still want to hold your hand.” You laugh as you hold your hand out for him to take again, “Okay.” He takes your hand in his and leads you to the shop door. He unlocks it and turns the light on before walking to his desk and sitting on his shop chair. 

He asks you to sit down in yours, and you do, before you ask, “So, how much do I owe you?” He looks back at you, “I don’t feel like it’s right to charge you after we just went on a date…” You roll your eyes, “Before that, I was just a regular customer.” He shakes his head, “Regular customers are old gearheads…” You laugh, “So does that make me special, or do you invite them to eat dinner with you too?” His face twists up in disgust as you cackle, “Ew…” You ask again, “Anyways, what’s the total?” He sighs, “$80…” You roll your eyes, “The real total…” He shakes his head, “I only charge $27 an hour.” “Really? Even for the parts?” He shakes his head, “I can’t charge you for them when I helped you.” You give him a confused look, “But you only helped me with one…” He shrugs, “And?” You blink at him, “Why?” He grins, “Because you’re cute.” You shake your head at him, “I don’t know how you stay in business.” He smirks, “Probably because you never came in before.” You blush, and with your free hand, you fish out your card and shove it into the card reader. “What if I want to charge you something?” He blinks at you, “What do you mean?” You grin as you ask, “A date with me on Friday?” He gives you a small smile, “I would go on a date with you for free…” You shrug, “Okay, so free of charge, what do you say to date with me on Friday?” He grins, “I’d love to.”

[mysticstronomy]

DOES MASS INCREASE WHEN NEARING THE SPEED OF LIGHT??

Blog#302

Saturday, June 3rd, 2023

Welcome back,

No matter who you are, where you are, or how quickly you’re moving, the laws of physics will appear exactly the same to you as they will to any other observer in the Universe. This concept — that the laws of physics don’t change as you move from one location to another or one moment to the next — is known as the principle of relativity, and it goes all the way back not to Einstein, but even farther: to at least the time of Galileo.

If you exert a force on an object, it will accelerate (i.e., change its momentum), and the amount of its acceleration is directly related to the force on the object divided by its mass. In terms of an equation, this is Newton’s famous F = ma: force equals mass times acceleration.

But when we discovered particles that moved close to the speed of light, suddenly a contradiction emerged. If you exert too large of a force on a small mass, and forces cause acceleration, then it should be possible to accelerate a massive object to reach or even exceed the speed of light! This isn’t possible, of course, and it was Einstein’s relativity that gave us a way out.

It was commonly explained by what we call “relativistic mass,” or the notion that as you got closer to the speed of light, the mass of an object increased, so the same force would cause a smaller acceleration, preventing you from ever reaching the speed of light. But is this “relativistic mass” interpretation correct? Only kind of. Here’s the science of why.

The first thing it’s vital to understand is that the principle of relativity, no matter how quickly you’re moving or where you’re located, is still always true: the laws of physics really are the same for everyone, regardless of where you’re located or when you’re making that measurement.

The thing that Einstein knew (that both Newton and Galileo had no way of knowing) was this: the speed of light in a vacuum must be exactly the same for everyone. This is a tremendous realization that runs counter to our intuition about the world.

Imagine you’ve got a car that can travel at 100 kilometers per hour (62 mph). Imagine, attached to that car, you’ve got a cannon that can accelerate a cannonball from rest to that exact same speed: 100 kilometers per hour (62 miles per hour).

Now, imagine your car is moving and you fire that cannonball, but you can control which way the cannon is pointed.

If you point the cannon in the same direction that the car is moving, the cannonball will move at 200 kph (124 mph): the car’s speed plus the cannonball’s speed.

If you point the cannon upward while the car moves forward, the cannonball will move at 141 kph (88 mph): a combination of forward and upward, at a 45 degree angle.

And if you point the cannon in reverse, firing the cannonball backward while the car moves forward, the cannonball will come out at 0 kph (0 mph): the two speeds will exactly cancel each other out.

This is what we commonly experience and also lines up with what we expect. And this is also experimentally true, at least, for the non-relativistic world. But if we replaced that cannon with a flashlight instead, the story would be very different. You can take a car, a train, a plane, or a rocket, traveling at whatever speed you like, and shine a flashlight from it in any direction you like.

That flashlight will emit photons at the speed of light, or 299,792,458 m/s, and those photons will always travel at that same exact speed.

You can fire the photons in the same direction your vehicle is moving, and they’ll still move at 299,792,458 m/s.

You can fire the photons at an angle to the direction that you’re moving, and while this might change the direction-of-motion of the photons, they’ll still move at that same speed: 299,792,458 m/s.

And you can fire the photons directly reversed to your direction of motion, and still, they’ll travel at 299,792,458 m/s.

That speed that the photons travel at will be the same as ever, the speed of light, not only from your perspective, but from the perspective of anyone looking on. The only difference that anyone will see, dependent on how fast both you (the emitter) and they (the observer) are moving, is in the wavelength of that light: redder (longer-wavelength) if you’re mutually moving away from each other, bluer (shorter-wavelength) if you’re moving mutually toward each other.

Originally published on bigthink.com

COMING UP!!

(Wednesday, June 7th, 2023)

"WHY IS THE SPEED OF LIGHT CONSTANT??"

[wehaveagathering]

39 Polls until Flyers Hockey Returns: #32

From September 2nd until October 11, I’m counting down to the season opener with a daily poll asking you to predict an aspect of the Flyers’ season. Put a specific answer in the tags for a shoutout at the end of the season if you end up being right. Relevant stats will be below the poll. Polls will be open for one week, and posted at 12 noon EST every day. (If you miss the poll, you can still reblog the results and put your answer in the tags and it'll be counted after the season ends.)

September 9: 32 days until Flyers hockey!

STATS In 2023-24, the Flyers scored 231 goals. For context, the Colorado Avalanche led the league with 302 goals, and the Blackhawks brought up the rear with 178.

If putting an answer in the tags, give an exact number, i.e.: 391. Happy guessing!

Day 33 / All polls / Day 31

[truecrimecrystals]

Lisa McCrossan was found deceased in New Castle, Delaware during the early-morning hours of April 26th, 2015. Police responded to call around 5:30 AM that morning about a woman lying on the ground along Route 9 near River Road. The woman, who was later identified as Lisa, was pronounced dead at the scene. She was 36 years old at the time of her death. 

Investigators have not disclosed Lisa's exact cause of death, but they did share that her body had signs of traumatic injury. There are also very few details available about the investigation into Lisa's murder. What is known is that Lisa had been discharged from Christiana Hospital approximately 48 hours before she was found dead. The following afternoon, a pedestrian matching Lisa's description was spotted near the intersection of Pulaski Highway and Appleby in Bear. 

The next documented sighting of Lisa occurred when her body was seen by the 911 caller on the morning she was found deceased. Years have passed, and it appears that investigators have not had a break in the case. In 2023, a public appeal was made for anyone with information about Lisa's murder or her activities in the days leading up to her death to come forward. 

The Delaware State Police are in charge of Lisa's homicide investigation. If you have any information that could help solve the case, please contact the Homicide Unit at 302-365-8441.

[bnhaobservation]

Height references for the Todoroki family.

Enji, Touya, Fuyumi, Natsuo and Shouto’s heights come from the profiles in the manga volumes (chap 11, 37, 189, 192 & 240).

Sadly there’s not character profile for Rei. After what’s going on in the manga I hope Horikoshi will add it in one of the future volumes. For her height reference I used the image on the cover of chap 166.

You can see below how, by using Enji’s height as reference (and therefore making his image as tall as the one used in the character profiles), we get Rei’s but she appears much taller than Fuyumi...

...which seems to contrast with how, in chap 388 she seems instead much shorter than Fuyumi, though this image can’t be used to get an exact reference as characters aren't side to side but one in front the other and Fuyumi seems to have heels (but not that high they would justify such a huge height difference).

Whatever, maybe Horikoshi retconned Rei’s height or maybe he’ll fix her height for the volume release. Without an official data it’s impossible to tell.

Now, we know when Shouto appears, he is 15 and Enji is 45.

Chap 302 gives us all the ages of the Todoroki siblings when they were kids.

This means Shouto is 8 years younger than Touya, 7 than Fuyumi and 3 than Natsuo, or, if you prefer, that when Shouto is 15 Touya is 23, Fuyumi 22 and Natsuo 18.

Chap 187 though confirms Fuyumi is 22 but has Natsuo being 19.

I’ll assume Natsuo’s age was retconned so as to make him 5 years younger than Touya so that the story we’re told in chap 291 & 301-302 would make sense.

This would mean Touya was around 4 when he started burning himself with his Quirk...

Enji had to stop training him and then decided to have Natsuo, claiming this would stop Touya from keeping on training...

and allowing Rei to have 9 months of pregnancy before Natsuo’s birth which now would happen when Touya is 5.

If Horikoshi had kept the previous date, Touya could only be 3 or younger when he started burning himself... which would have been way too young, so yes, the retcon makes sense.

Now, I know there’s who think Touya has to be 5 because there’s this idea around the net that this is the age at whcih kids develop their quirk...

For start chapter 1 says it’s by the age of 4, not 5 so I don’t really know where that 5 came out (but I keep seeing posts saying so)...

The most I can think of is when it turns out that Shimura Tenko at 5 didn’t have his Quirk yet, but this was said to point out how late he was at showing his Quirk, not that that was the age at which he should show it.

The Todorokis though, are very clearly early bird.

When Enji and Rei decide to have Fuyumi, they already know Touya has a fire Quirk...

...and that the newborn Fuyumi has an ice one... while Shouto proves as a baby he can use his ice Quirk by freezing his snot bubble...

So yeah, the Todoroki likely knew, at least for 3 of their children, what their Quirks were (Natsuo might have developed one later, as Shouto was conceived at least 2 years after Natsuo’s birth... but he still clearly developed it before the 4 years mark).

For more babbling about character ages, normally, when an age is given in a manga, it doesn’t matter if the character has already had his birthday or is about to have it as long as he’s supposed to have it in that year. Why this is relevant?

Likely Horikoshi forgot the established births of Touya and Fuyumi as their birthdays are 11 months apart (almost a year) but, by the reasoning mentioned before, they should be in two different years making them almost 2 years apart.

This image though, shows a Touya, reaching for his newborn sister, who can’t be almost 2 already as he’s clearly around 1 year of age.

Not that’s that relevant, this sort of things are recurring ‘mistakes’ in the manga world.

[headsincloud9]

Part 4 | Part 6

SMUT MINORS DNI

298. "You didn't seem like you were having such a bad time last night.

299. "Did...did we use protection?"

300. *wakes up, sees __ and screams'

301. "Good girl."

302. "Good boy."

303. "Come here."

304. "Can I tough you?"

305. "I'I guide your hands."

306. "Oh fuck me." "That's the plan."

307, "Open up."

308. "The night's still young."

309. "One more cheesy pick up line and I'm gonna bend you over the table and fuck you

front of everyone.

310. "If you try wearing that out, I will rip it off of you."

311. "How about I take you under the table right now with my fingers?"

312. "My parents are home!" "Then I guess you'll have to be quiet.

313. "I need you in every shape of the word. I need you emotionally, physically, and at th

exact moment, sexually too."

314. "So you're saying you don't want to have sex with me?"

315. "I'm sorry - are you sure you-"

316. "I think you'll be happy to know I'm nit wearing any underwear."

317. "How do you feel about adding another person to the mix?"

318, "You look good all soaking wet."

319. "Are you sure that's what you want? I could really hurt you."

320, "If you're going to act like a littie brat, then I'm going to treat you like a littie brat."

321. "I don't care how good it feels, you better not cum until I tell you to."

322. "You take my fingers so well don't you?""

323. "Shut up and take your pants off."

324. "When I get home I expect you to be undressed and waiting on all fours for me."

325. "Do you need me to finger you first?"

326. "Did I stutter? Do as you're told!"

327. "You better be quiet or everyone going to know what a naughty little slut you are."

328. "Maybe if I punish you, it'll help you remember who you belong to next time

329. "Do you want it on your back, or would you like to be on your stomach?"

330. "Oh honey, you know you really shouldn't tease me."

331. "If you keep making those sounds I'm not going to be able to stop myself,"

332. "Such a needy little thing, aren't you?"

333, "H love to see you squirm, now I want to hear you moan

334. "Don't fight your orgasm. Just relax."

335. "Too bad the others are watching, or I'd be on my knees with you in my mouth."

336. "It's your fault I'm like this."

337. "You did this to me, now fix it."

338. "If you don't pump me now, I'll stuff my dick inside you. I don't care if it'l hurt."

339. "First you're going to get down on your knees, then you're going to taste me."

340, "Put me out of my misery and open up those long legs for me.

341. "Try not to ruin your manicure when you dig those nails into my back."

342. "I'm going to remember this moment when I'm jerking off later."

343. "| bought a few new pieces of lingerie. Want me to model them for you?"

344. "Keep playing that video game. I want to see if you can keep your focus while I suck your cock."

345. "I don't need any foreplay. I just need you inside me. Right now."

346. "I took a few sexy photos, so you have something to masturbate to when I'm at we

347. "Be rough with me. Blindfold me. Throw me against the wall, I can handle it."

348. "Keep the lights on. I want to see your tits bouncing up and down."

349. "Let's get drunk and have sex in the riskiest place we can find."

350. "Take off from work tomorrow. You'll be too sore to go in."

351. "Want to play some games at the arcade? Or should we stay home and play with eachother?"

352. "Don't spend too much time on your hair, because I'm going to be yanking on it sc

353. "Don't spend too much time on your hair, because I'm going, to be yanking on it so

354. "I never realized how meaningful sex could be until we got together.

355. "You're mine tonight, and that isn't ever going to change."

356, "Help me put on the condom. I want to feel your hands over me."

357. "My body wants you as badly as my heart does.

358. "You have total and complete control over me."

359, "I can't believe how wet you are already."

360. "If I serenade you, will you strip for me?"

361. "1 looked at your naughty pictures at work today, and I couldn't get rid of my hard

362. "You're too flexible for your own good."

363. "Let's fuck in the shower so it feels like we're kissing in the rain."

364. "I can tell you're stressed. Let me fix that."

365. "I made you a bath. Want to take it together?"

366. "I bought us a new mattress, since we wore out the old one.

367. "If you keep fucking me this good, I'll marry you."

368. "1 just showered, but I don't mind taking a second one with you."

369, "We're the sexiest couple I've ever seen."

370, "I want you to be my wife, so I can do naughty things with you for the rest of my li

371. "You have a voice like an angel and a body I'd fuck you from behind, but then I wont get to see those pretty eyes."

372. You're the reason 1 smile so wide and come so hard.

373. I love that the sexlest woman I've ever met is my best friend, too.

374. Come to bed, I can't sleep without your hips pressed against mine.

375. The only thing hotter than seeing you orgasm is seeing you smile

376. You don't belong in my bed. You belong on magazine covers.

377. That guy was totally checking you out. Want to invite him home with us?

378. I can't believe I found a woman who can cook as good as she fucks. a devil."

379. "I'd fuck you from behind, but then I wouldn't get to see those pretty eyes."

380. "I love that the sexiest woman I've ever met is my best friend, too."

[1moreff-creator]

by the way, the comments in one part seems to be at around 10 years ago, for some reason? i think its related to the broken clock, but i dont know lol

Many people have pointed out how it may tie into the “time loop” theory based on the book Veronika talks about in her introduction, but I actually think it’s something else entirely. You see how the phrase in the background is “the world won’t change”?

I believe the different years are meant to emphasize David’s philosophy that people can’t change.

If you don’t mind, I’ll use this as an opportunity to register a timeline and the like count just in case it’s somehow important (I don’t think it is, but with this MV, I’m not assuming anything):

“I like that •••••• is a protagonist who also plays the antag-“ ~ 14 years ago, 302 likes

“• and •••• totally swapped places” ~ 13 years ago, 1453 likes

“let’s play spot the komaeda” ~ 10 years ago, 2419 likes

“mm •••• anyone?” ~ 8 years ago, 55 likes

“••••• is like the byakuya/nagito/kokichi of the cast” ~ 4 years ago, 3 likes

“I just hope •••••• doesn’t go crazy and kill in chapter 3. That would be way [too] predictable” ??? (I can’t tell what the number is, honestly) years ago, 103 likes

“••••• will obviously die in ch5” ~ ??? (time is covered by the screen), 24 likes

“Everyone in the comment section is a fucking idiot” ~ 0 seconds ago, 0 likes

I don’t see any relation between the exact numbers and any of the ARGs, or the broken clock for that matter.

However, when paired with the aforementioned “the world won’t change” line, the fact that such similar comments are made years apart seems to support David’s idea that people never change. In particular, the “byakuya/nagito/kokichi” and “spot the komaeda” comments are practically identical; while “hope Arturo isn’t the ch 3 killer”, “David will die in ch5”, and “mm ••••” [mm = mastermind, probably] all fit the archetype of ‘possibly premature theory based on what happened in other killing games’ (didn’t include “J and Arei swapped” because that one’s a bit more of a legitimate theory). The other comment about “Teruko is a protag and antag” shares a sentiment you can find in practically any DRDT comment section of any relatively large Youtuber who reacts to it.

In a way, it’s a lighthearted way to poke fun at the community for always commenting the same things and thinking we’ve got everything figured out just because we know fangan tropes, while also calling out how silly that is in the 0 seconds ago comment. But because the comments in the MV are made in the span of years, they also illustrate the point: “the world won’t change”. The in-universe killing game fans, presumably similar to the actual DRDT community, always comment the same stuff and reach the same conclusions, because they’re all the same and never change.

(Do keep in mind, the story actually disagrees with David’s philosophy, so we’re not actually getting insulted here, just teased)

Hope this helped!