#AT&T Bell Laboratories

[science70]

Anthony M. Johnson conducting experiments on the optical properties of glass fibers, Quantum Physics and Electronics Research Department, AT&T Bell Laboratories, Holmdel, New Jersey, c. 1980s.

[etanow]

MASTER POST

The Experimental Monster Laboratory, or Monster Labs, is a TADC AU where the cast is in the physical world! Sorta..

C&A Research Facilities is one of the cornerstones of the science and medical worlds! They do everything; funding research, manufacturing equipment, and research into the known and unknown in an effort to understand everything. To the public, that is.

They experiment heavily in everything, from hiring literal Gods on earth to manage the more ..sensitive divisions; mixing machine and magic, technology and the supernatural, genetic experimentation, you name it, they’ve probably done it! The world outside may not know anything of the advancements they’re researching but there is little C&A Labs won’t allow in the name of progress in understanding and cataloging everything in their universe. Our story takes place in one of the more private residencies deep in C&A, belonging to Caine; a minor God with mysterious origins, unknown limitations, and boundless enthusiasm for learning everything he can about his little science friends.

╰┈➤ Content

╚═ Unnamed fic (Coming soon...) ╚═ Bubble can cook?? .

╰┈➤ Asks

╚═ Does Pomni act like a zombie? ╚═ Is Zooble's Demon Snake Leg happy? ╚═ Gangle is in a Situation.png ╚═ Gangle's temperament ╚═ Has Ragatha ever shocked anyone? ╚═ Gangle love RAAAH ╚═ Do Caine and Ragatha fight over Pomni? ╚═ Why did Gangle summon a demon? ╚═ Why does Pomni wear a bell collar? ╚═ Kinger's eye ╚═ What if there was a baby crying? ╚═ Death trauma [Gangle and Pomni] ╚═ Kinger has ONE hobby outside of Bugs ╚═ Is Zooble protective of Gangle? ╚═ What happens when you touch Pomni's brain? ╚═ JAX DATED SOMEONE?? ╚═ What does Jax do? .

╰┈➤ References

╚═ Intro Cards ╚═ Height Chart Lineup ╚═ Zooble Demon Snake Leg Intro Card /j ╚═ Queenie ╚═ Gummigoo ╚═ The Sun Room ╚═ Logo .

╰┈➤ Arts

╚═ First ML AU Post ╚═ Second, exploring outfits ╚═ Design sketches part 2 ╚═ Pomni + flower language ╚═ Showtime + Ragapom doodles ╚═ Jax not practicing lab safety ╚═ Abstragedy cuddles ╚═ Raga doodle ╚═ Ragapom doodle ╚═ Jax and Meadowsweet ╚═ Pomni staring out a fake window.png ╚═ [Gives pomni flowers] ╚═ more doodles ig

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╰┈➤ Misc.

╚═ Caine Lemon Rant [Animatic] ╚═ Zodiac signs?? ╚═ Caine gets called a Tumblr Sexyman and cries ╚═ Bubble Looksmaxxing ╚═ Jax wants to take ketamine with you (Romantically) ╚═ Caine eats a lemon [Animatic] ╚═ BUNNYSUITSSS ╚═ Magma doodles ╚═ Magma doodles part 2

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╰┈➤ Pomniverse

╚═ Wonderland and Zombni are friends :D

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╰┈➤ Boundaries / Q&A

╚═ Any story plans? I'm not sure yet, currently writing a fic and several comics on the way.

╚═ Any boundaries? None, so go crazy! I am OK with gore, NSFW, angst, violence, etc, just be sure it is tagged/TW'd appropriately as not everyone is OK with that content. I'd also like to see please LOL

╚═ Can we create fanart/fics/content? Can we dub or fancam? Yes of course!! Please tag me, I'd love to see all of it! I'm tracking the tag #TADC Monster Labs AU for other's content

╚═ Is NSFW allowed? Yes, both art and fic, so long as it's marked appropriately I'd very much love to see!

╚═ Can I ship the characters, self-ships, or OC x Canon? Yes, ship away! Just be aware the only au-canon ships are Caine/Pomni, Ragatha/Pomni, Gangle/Zooble, and PAST Ragatha/Jax.

╚═ Can we make OCs? Go on ahead! Here is a PSD file for the blank template and the PNG can be found here.

╚═ Who are you?

✦✧ Hi I'm Audi! 26, she/they. Full-time office worker, I do art in my free time. ✦ My current interests are TADC, RWBY, Looney Tunes, and Trolls. ✧ I draw using a custom PC, a Huion Kamvas 16 (2.5K), and Adobe Photoshop. Currently learning to use Procreate. ✦ I do not RP and this isn't an ask blog, asks interacting directly with characters will probably not be answered. ✧ Asks are not guaranteed to be answered, sorry if yours isn't but please don't spam/send multiple times! ✦ Commissions and requests are not open at this time, thank you. ✧ My main tumblr is Audi-art. My Twitter is Hammerspaced.

[junhuifurby]

Oh wow it’s almost been a year— anyways, back to RoR posting.

Nikola Tesla x Reader

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In life you had admired him, you’d studied under him and eventually fell in love with him. Nikola Tesla was a brilliant man and you had wanted to understand his mind. Through the years you’d learned of his eccentricities and quirks, but you’d also learned how human he could be. You’d learned about his highs and lows, how obsessive he could be over seemingly minuscule things, and how his first love was his work. Nothing mattered more to Tesla than his work and furthering the ingenuity of humanity. Despite the steadily growing feelings in your heart, you were resigned to the fact that the enigmatic inventor would never love you back.

The first time you’d missed a day of work Tesla was concerned. In your time over the last year as his assistant you had never missed a day of work without warning, so when you suddenly didn’t show up that morning it threw him off. Everything seemed to be wrong, his routine was now wrong and he had to do something to fix it. The man threw on his coat, a pair of his favorite gloves, and grabbed his keys before heading out to find what was wrong. After taking 3 laps around the block, Nikola had realized he only knew the general area in which you lived. He had never been to your home, nor had you ever told him your exact address. The inventor’s brow furrowed in thought as he walked along the busy New York streets. Was there someone he could ask about your whereabouts? Did you even have any family or friends in the city? He realized that even if he was your employer he had considered you a friend, but what type of friend is he being if he doesn’t even know what you spend your time doing outside of work.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when a certain smell caught his attention. It was the smell of fresh baked bread. The same smell that lingered on you every day when you’d walked into his workshop. You’d told him before when he asked that you always stop by the bakery by your apartment building. He followed the scent to a quaint looking bakery and luckily it wasn’t that busy at this very moment. A little bell rung out into the bakery as he entered and a kind looking older woman turned her attention to him from behind the counter.

“Excuse me Madame, would you have happened to see Y/N L/N come through here this morning? I believe they’re a regular here.” He asked and the elderly woman shook her head.

“No not today.” She said with a thick German accent. “They come by every day and have a nice conversation, but Y/N didn’t come in today.”

“That’s a shame, do you know what apartment they live in by any chance?” He asked, his worry for his assistant growing.

“Building 203, 2nd floor, apartment 58.” The elderly woman said with no hesitation. “I’ve never had a man come looking for Y/N, are you courting them?”

“Ah— no I’m just a friend who’s concerned.” Nikola said with a shake of his head. “Thank you for the address, you’ve been a fantastic help.”

The elderly woman gave him a smile and a nod as she waved to Nikola as he exited the shop.

‘What could be the matter?’ Nikola thought, his brain pulling up the worst case scenarios as he walked down the chilly street, the autumn wind blowing leaves into the air. So many things could have happened to you. You could have been mugged on your way home last night, or even kidnapped and sold. So many horrible things could have happened on your way from his laboratory to your home, the New York streets were dangerous and he knew it. His mind continued to spiral as he climbed the stairs of your apartment building.

‘Second floor, apartment 58.’ He repeated over and over in his mind on the steps leading up to your home. He stood by the door, a bronze plaque with the number 58 sat pristinely above the door knocker. The inventor took a deep breath and made 3 loud knocks with the metal knocker.

“Y/N, are you home?” He called out, hoping the door was thin enough for them to hear him. Tesla heard shuffling from the other side of the door and a faint ‘Mr. Tesla?’ He listened as the footsteps came closer to the door, seemingly slow and sluggish, definitely odd for Y/N’s normally quick and efficient demeanor.

“Mr. Tesla is that you? Why are you— oh I guess you noticed I hadn’t come in today.” A snufflely voice came from the other side of the door. Nikola’s face paled, this was worse than he had though, surely you couldn’t be— “I came down with a cold this morning.”

Nikola felt like the world was crashing down. His assistant sick? No, this surely can’t be, his only real friend sick of all things. Oh how he hated sickness, he hated any sort of germs but an illness was the worst. Y/N may claim to only have a cold, but what if it developed into pneumonia or even worse—cholera. He had to do something quickly, time was of the essence but he couldn’t risk himself catching whatever Y/N had.

“I’ll be back with a doctor Y/N.” He said quickly before rushing to find a doctor.

That day, Nikola had cared for you in any way he could—that didn’t involve getting anywhere near you—as he couldn’t bear to see you sick. The doctor that he had brought said that you’d been right and it was a simple cold and you should be fine as long as you rested for the next few days. Over the course of your bed rest, Nikola had brought you breads and hot soups to help you recover. He’d also sanitized your entire apartment 3 times. When you got bored he would sit at one end of your room and talk to you, seemingly wanting to know more about you. He’d asked about your hobbies, if you had and friends or family in the city, and even what types of books you liked to read. For the first time, you felt a connection to the inventor that was more than just employer and employee. In the time you were sick, you started to really see Nikola Tesla as a friend.

Over the next few years Nikola continued to learn about you. Not only had you stolen his attention, but stolen his heart as well. Strange feelings had started to bubble up in his chest and he was no fool. Nikola knew what his feelings for you were but he could not figure out why they were changing. You on the other hand, had been content with being friends with the inventor, now seeing him as one of your closest friends. However, it wouldn't be long before the enigmatic inventor confessed his feeling for you, causing the feelings you'd harbored for the past 4 years to erupt like a volcano. You would continue living your life happily with Nikola, supporting him through his highs and lows until death would ultimately separate you.

However, you waited for Nikola and he eventually joined you in the afterlife. Having never remarried, he waited to join you just as you had waited for him. It was a beautiful reunion as he cried as he held you in his arms once again. He spun you in his arms and laughed with you once again. Oh how he’d missed you, the years without you felt like torture. You were the light in his world, his flame in the dead of winter. Without you, the world of his heart was barren. Oh how he’d longed for your touch, to hear the gentle chime of your laughter. Now, he was with you once again and now would never leave your side.

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Ok so how’d ya’ll like that? I just got back into RoR after I saw the Anubis leaks lol. I was so SAD I had quit reading after Nikola’s fight. Anyways hope you guys enjoyed, lmk what I should write next.

[moneeb0930]

𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗟𝗘𝗬 𝗔𝗡𝗡 𝗝𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗦𝗢𝗡 (1946- )

Shirley Ann Jackson, born in 1946 in Washington, D.C., has achieved numerous firsts for African American women. She was the first black woman to earn a Ph.D. from Massachusetts Institute of Technology (M.I.T.); to receive a Ph.D. in theoretical solid state physics; to be elected president and then chairman of the board of the American Association for the Advancement of Science (AAAS); to be president of a major research university, Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute in New York; and to be elected to the National Academy of Engineering. Jackson was also both the first African American and the first woman to chair the U.S. Nuclear Regulatory Commission.

Jackson’s parents and teachers recognized her natural talent for science and nurtured her interest from a young age. In 1964, after graduating as valedictorian from her high school, Jackson was accepted at M.I.T., where she was one of very few women and even fewer black students. Despite discouraging remarks from her professors about the appropriateness of science for a black woman, she chose to major in physics and earned her B.S. in 1968. Jackson continued at M.I.T. for graduate school, studying under the first black physics professor in her department, James Young. In 1973, she earned her Ph.D.

Shirley Jackson completed several years of postdoctoral research at various laboratories, such as Fermi in Illinois, before being hired by AT&T Bell Laboratories in 1976, where she worked for 15 years. She conducted research on the optical and electronic properties of layered materials, surface electrons of liquid helium films, strained-layer semiconductor superlattices, and most notably, the polaronic aspects of electrons in two-dimensional systems. She is considered a leading developer of Caller ID and Call Waiting on telephones.

After teaching at Rutgers University from 1991-1995, Jackson was appointed chair of the U.S. Nuclear Regulatory Commission by Bill Clinton. In 1999, Jackson became President of Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute, where she still serves today. In 2004, she was elected president of AAAS and in 2005 she served as chairman of the board for the Society. Dr. Shirley Jackson is married to a physicist and has one son.

[bbuzz28]

Separate

Another Note-app fic import, please enjoy :)

(Setting is mid-80's post portal incident, the Mystery Shack is mostly up and running. A *lil* angsty but mostly comfort--which is my personal favorite flavor of Fiddlestan.)

As soon as the day began, Fiddleford knew it would be a long one. When he and Stanley had gotten up that morning, they immediately knew something was wrong. They could hear something-something no one should be able to hear. Alarm bells. They were muffled, but considering where they were coming from was what was worrisome.

After some investigation, they found that a gang of gnomes had made their way into the wiring for one of the primary satellite dishes outside the Shack. Their sharp teeth fraying and stripping the copper connection wires woven inside the base; all of which was connected to a dozen different sensors underground in the secret basement laboratory. The damage to the satellite had resulted in absolute chaos. The alarm bells were so loud in combination with each other that Stan and Fiddleford could hear the noise through the several layers that lay between the main house and the secret basement. There should be no way that could happen unless every single alarm was going off at the same time.  

As soon as they opened the door to the basement, with the litany of blaring sounds calling out for attention, a tour bus pulled up in front of the newly renamed “Mystery Shack”. Wordlessly they looked at each other and knew what they had to do: they had to separate. It would be a first for either of them; Fiddleford had been in the background for the handful of previous tours- making sure different elements went off at the correct time or making sure stragglers weren’t wandering off into the rest of the house.  Stan would always be the face of the Mystery Shack, he was a born showman, but he always had Fiddleford as a buffer if he needed him. As for their work in the lab, it would be the first time Fiddleford was in the lab alone since…well. Since Stanford had been on this side of the dimensional rift. Stanely had been the only reason he had been able to cross back through the threshold all those months ago.

Stan put a large hand on Fiddleford’s shoulder- a painted smile on his face that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “It’ll be fine Fidds. We both know I’d just be all thumbs with whatever is going on downstairs- just gettin’ in your way like usual.” Fiddleford tenderly wrapped a hand around Stan’s forearm. “Stanley, now ya know you’re the only reason anythin’ gets done ‘round here- includin’ in that damnable basement. I know you’re gonna do great with the tour, ya don’t need me t’ make that happen.” Stan paused, moving his hand to trace up to the back of Fidd’s neck, his expression intensifying. “If you need me, I don’t care if I have to run every one of them outta here myself; you come get me.” Fiddleford nodded, knowing he wouldn’t listen. They absolutely needed the cash flow that the tour group outside would spend—he would have to brave the lab by himself whether either of them liked it or not.

He reminded Stanley to put the record player at full volume to drown out any basement noises and slipped behind the old tapestry of Ford’s they had haphazardly installed to cover the door downstairs until they came up with a better solution. As Fiddleford slipped behind it, he could almost feel the faceless pyramid watching him enter the dank stairwell that led to the elevator that would take him below, the only witness to their secret.

The silver lining of the overwhelming amount of noise in the laboratory was that it helped Fiddleford hyper-focus on his task. Even with a pair of safety earmuffs he grabbed from the connected office on, his sense of hearing was entirely engulfed by the pulsating rhythm of the alarms. There was no part of his brain that could focus on anything but his task in this current state. He was able to completely ignore the giant triangular portal glistening in the glow of the flashing lights, along with the little odds and ends that remained of his former research partner. A dried out BMU mug on its side, his notes in his recognizable handwriting spread all over the floor and desk, his attempts at his own inventions while Fiddleford had been…when he was gone. All remained as it had been at the far end of the room, almost as if Stanford could walk through the door and pick it all up again any minute. Both men avoided the area like the plague; one in reverence of the space and the other in hopes not to trigger any connected memories.

After unsuccessfully attempting to disconnect the intricate wiring, he simply chose to dismantle all of the physical components to the alarm systems. He knew he was causing himself a lot more work in the future, but he needed to stop the noise more than anything else. If anyone discovered this place, the tenuous grasp they had on normalcy would be gone. He knew his truth-Fiddleford was the best version of himself if he was able to fix something.  He needed to be useful; it was one of the only things he had left after everything had fallen apart.

One by one he worked around the room ripping the mechanics of the alarms out of the walls until finally he was left in the eerie silence-without even the background hum of machinery to keep him company. A bead of cold sweat rolled down his back as he removed the earmuffs; he had no idea how long he had been down there. The lack of noise brought the world back into focus and it could have been an hour or four-he had no frame of reference in the windowless room. The alarms may have now been off, but he could still feel the pulse of them reverberating throughout his body-like an echo of what had been.

Suddenly the quiet felt overpowering; memories trying to push their way back through the dense fog of his mind. Flashes of conversations overlaying each other; laughter and harsh words alike trying to break through. Normally when this started, he had Stanley nearby to distract his spiral-but he was alone. Fiddleford was alone in the room where it happened. The room that had ultimately tore apart his friendship, and more importantly took his friend from this fabric of reality. He clutched the side of his head, his fingers raking through the longer hair he had grown to cover his star shaped scar and let muscle memory lead him to the stairs. I need to get to Stanley was the only conscious thought he let himself focus on. He left everything he had dismantled out, a voice that sounded familiar in the back of his mind chiding him for leaving such a mess of wires and debris. It didn’t matter-he had fixed the problem.

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By the time he reached the top of the stairs he had managed to calm himself down. He just kept repeating what he thought Stanley would say in his mind: you did it, it’s over now, you’re done. Over and over, he repeated those words on his long journey leading back to the surface. A large part of him was ashamed with himself. He was an adult; it was impossible for him to expect to be able to be with Stanley every second of the day-that didn’t sound healthy. They weren’t kids; he shouldn’t need someone to hold his hand. But he had done it; the person he was just a couple of months ago wouldn’t have been able to take the elevator by himself let alone do any work. Fiddleford had survived being in that awful basement, and if nothing else that was something.

He silently edged the door open a crack, listening to hear if anyone was in the immediate vicinity. He closed his eyes and distantly heard Stanley in another part of the Shack they had deemed the ‘museum’ saying something about the prehistoric “gorr-icken”, of which they had fossil evidence. They didn’t, of course; but if you gave that man a glue gun and half an idea, he could make some of the most incredible things Fiddleford had ever seen. He had often wondered if the Pines brother’s creativity was a genetic condition.

 Fiddleford inched himself out of the door, still concealed behind the tapestry, and silently closed it behind him. He could see two figures through the fabric who were aimlessly walking in the opposite direction of Stanley’s voice and towards the room he was in. It was currently their overstock room, that Stanley was hoping to turn into an official gift shop for the Shack.  

“This is boring dude” one of them said as they picked up one of Ford’s remaining specimen encased in glass from a table in the middle of the room. Fiddleford narrowed his eyes, burrowing them into the back of the young man’s head as his companion looked at something else on the table next to him. “ Oh, I don’t know man, some of this stuff is neat. Plus, it beats sitting on that bus with my Aunt Mildred.” As the two young people faced the opposite direction of the doorway, Fiddleford slipped out from behind the tapestry. Noiselessly he walked up behind them and waited. “I just thought it would be scarier. Plus, I am pretty sure most of this stuff is fake. Not to mention that ‘Mister Mystery’ guy is so over the top-like we get it. You’re some weirdo who lives all alone in the middle of the woods- bet your mother’s proud.”

Fiddleford hadn’t let himself feel angry in a long time-but he found it easily enough as he straightened himself to his full height. How dare this insignificant little pissant insult his Stanley. Stanley that put so much effort into putting a good show on for these people? Stanley who worked all day long, just to turn around and work far into the night to bring his brother back?

He plucked the glass casing of the specimen from the young man’s grasp, reaching over his shoulder and intentionally eliciting a yelp of panic from him. “Who the hell are you!?” he asked, stepping away from Fiddleford and pushing his equally as surprised friend away with him. Fiddleford felt a dark smile form on his face as he towered over the young man, pushing his hair up to show off his scar “this here is the Mystery Shack. I’m what happens when ya run your mouth about things ya have no business talkin’ bout. Now, unless you wanna end up as an exhibit yourselves, I reckon ya both should rejoin your tour group-now how’s that sound?” Wide eyed with fright, the two young people scrambled back down the hall towards the sound of Stan finishing up his tour.

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Hours later, they were finally getting ready for bed. Fiddleford could still feel the slight pulse from the alarms behind his eyes when he closed them and hoped he would be able to fall asleep quickly. Stan flopped into bed, hair a mess and eyes heavy himself. He opened his arms and gave Fidds half a smile in invitation. Fiddleford effortlessly granted him his wish as he eased himself into bed, throwing an arm across Stan’s chest and settling himself against it as Stan wrapped his other arm loosely around his waist. It had been a long day, longer than most, but this moment and those like it made it all worth it.

As he was on the edge of sleep, Stan said “Fidds, I’ve been thinkin’ .” Keeping his eyes closed, Fiddleford responded as he nuzzled deeper into his partner’s chest. “That sure can be a dangerous thing dependin’ on whatever the rest of your sentence is Stanley.” He felt more than heard the rumble in Stan’s chest as he chuckled. “I was just thinkin’…we could…we could always just walk away” he said quietly. Fiddleford stayed completely still for a moment and let the sentence hang in the air. He didn’t know what response Stan wanted him to give.

“Where’d we go?” he finally asked as he opened his eyes to stare at Stan’s chest, curious where this train of thought was going. Stan breathed out as though he’d been holding his breath. “Wherever you wanted. We have a little money now. We’d just need to make a stop in Vegas, I should be able to double it.” It was Fiddleford’s turn to laugh “isn’t the entire state of Nevada off limits to you?” Stan tightened his grip on his waist as he said “yeah, but not to Stanford. Just one last good round of poker and then we could go anywhere. Get away from all of this. No one would come lookin’ for us for a while, and they’d just think he- I went crazy. I’ve already laid the groundwork for that pretty well with this whole ‘roadside attraction’ bullshit. We could seal everythin’ up before we went- or hell, blow it up- no one would ever have to know the truth.”

          Fiddleford couldn’t help but be seduced by the thought. He wouldn’t have to wince when walking by certain rooms in the house, wouldn’t have to be in that damned lab again, never have to face the possibility that their hard work would pay off and he would come back into their lives. He finally angled his face up found Stan was watching him, trying to read his expression. Fiddleford moved his arm along his partner’s chest and traced Stan’s jaw with a finger, letting himself have the fantasy of walking away for one more moment before saying “ya know how I know you’re lyin’ right now, Stanley Pines?”

Stan looked panicked for a moment before recognizing there was no malice in Fiddleford’s voice. He felt Stan’s thumb start tracing small circles on his waist as a smirk grew on his face.“ I’d guess because my mouth is movin’ ?” Fiddleford smiled “because, if ya really wanted t’ leave, ya simply would’ve already. Ya wouldn’t be doin’ all a’ this with me or the Shack if that was ever a real option. You’re too good of a brother t’ just disappear, no matter what anyone might have told ya before.”

Stan’s smirk disappeared and was replaced with a look of concern. He readjusted them so that they were forehead to forehead now, pulling Fiddleford closer. “Yeah well…I wanna to be good to you too. I hated leaving’ ya alone when ya needed me today. We’ve made a lot of progress from where ya started but I…I know it’s still hard. And I’m not worth much if I can’t keep the one person still here safe. We don’t even know if we’ll get him back Fidds. You…ya never signed up for any a’ this.”

Fiddleford looked at Stan and tried to find the right words. “No, I s’pose I didn’t-but you didn’t neither. N’ I’m not made a glass anymore-thanks t’ you. There’ll probably be a hundred bad days for every good one. That’s just the truth of this life we’ve found ourselves in-but I’m here in it with ya Stan. Willin’ to stand with you for as long as you’ll have me.” Stan looked at him like he was gift, drawing him even closer to his chest. “Well then, I guess you’re never gettin’ rid of me cowboy” he whispered as he leaned in. The kiss that followed was deliberately deep, as if they were both apologizing for needing the other as badly as they did. And boy, did they need one another.

          Fiddleford knew they couldn’t live in the what if’s; he had been there and done that in more than one way for the better half of his life. What if he never answered the phone that day, what if Stanford had just listened to him about how dangerous the portal was--what if he never invented that damn memory gun? The only thing anchoring him in place was this: in this strange, confusing and sometimes devastating life, he chose to be in it with Stanley-who wholeheartedly chose him back.

[tenderhooked]

21, 1, 9!

21. Is there any unwritten fic that you don't know if you ever will write?

oooooh now this is a Question(tm). i honestly like........... i always hope to write all of my ideas out at some point, so i never definitively decide i will never EVER write one. i prefer to keep them tabled for a time when i'm in the Proper Mindset. however. HOWEVER!

i have been rotating a fic wherein, when rebecca goes to inform jamie that he's being sent back to man city, he makes an offhand remark about his dad that just. triggers all of her alarm bells. so in the span of about five seconds she backtracks, sends an incredibly confused and slightly-bristling jamie back out to the pitch, and then goes to have a long sit and think in her office. cue rebecca's awkward, fumbling attempts at befriending jamie, apologizing to the people she's hurt, and growing beyond the shadow of rupert.

rest of the questions under the cut bc. it got a Bit Long.

1. What are you most excited about when you start to write it/publish it?

oooooh this is fun! i........... do NOT know. i truly write my fics for the enjoyment of it, of being able to put characters into situations and dissect them like laboratory experiments and then give them hugs about it, so the actual publishing bit is. idk! i do love reading people's comments, particularly when someone mentions that a fic i wrote Means Something to them. that's, like. truly so so so gratifying and lovely to hear, and i live for those types of comments.

9. Is there anything in the fic you're not so excited about writing?

AUGH. YEAH. i mean......... Y E A H

'jamie gets hugged six ways to sunday gift fic': our boy has a truly magnificent breakdown in front of approximately the entire team, and the prospect of juggling jamie's very fraught mental state with the chaos of everyone else attempting, and succeeding in varying degrees, to comfort him is a LOT. i am very excited but also v e r y nervous.

'dear phoebe': phoebe and jamie have. a Really Big conversation about fathers near the end of the fic, and it's gonna tackle a lot of really serious topics through the voice of a child so. [british accent] a tad nervous i'd say!

'GLAMPING': i might. m i g h t. have james appear at one point. and as we all know FUCK THAT MAN. i despise writing him.

[star-superadventures-2017]

H.B :D @lolpammy555

Who is "H.B"?

H.B is a little 4-year-old girl, she is a scientific experiment who escaped from the laboratory, which was hell (she was abused and tortured, etc.). H.B, although she is 4 years old, she really likes to work, no matter if she works delivering cakes, letters or meats, she really likes helping others.

She is looking for a family or someone to adopt her but no one wants H.B because of her appearance :(

[this was damaged by toxic acids and left her ribs on the outside once they put her in a sock with a stone inside and threw her into the river]

H.B is very hard as a rock if they throw her off a building "nothing happens to her" she was run over by a road "nothing happens to her" they throw her into the fire "nothing happens to her" you break a bone "nothing happens to her". H.B has powers he can fly in the air he can walk on walls and go through mirrors or doors as if he were a ghost (he can also become a ghost)

It can also turn into sea foam into a wendigo but with a hare skull (I'm not going to show it because it looks very grotesque) it can also turn into a hare and looks like this:

It can disappear and appear like magic, it can hypnotize you with its bell and it will begin to control you like a puppet, but only if you shake it a lot. She is very fast and impossible to reach. She is also immune to poison so if you give her poisoned meat or poisoned cake H.B will not die but she has two types of teeth, the first are her baby teeth and the second teeth are very sharp like those of a piranha (in fact she also eats piranhas, she is not afraid of them) that is why sharp teeth store a lot of killing poison but she can also use H.B as a chainsaw to cut trees or meat. [she can also turn into a dinosaur if you put on a dinosaur cape and make her angry she will automatically turn into a t rex even she really likes dinosaurs]

but now I will talk a little about what H.B is like with the others

Uncle Smile: H.B gets along very well with him, he helps her make cakes or cupcakes, he also helps her clean and wash the dirty dishes and make the customers happy and she feels like Uncle Smile is like her brother or her dad.

Pammy: she loves helping her deliver packages and letters and H.B cheers her up so she doesn't give up, Pammy.

Scrunchy butchers: sometimes he really likes to help her with work but Scrunchy butchers basically doesn't know what to do with her whether to kill her or not but also sometimes he says that it is necessary for him because H.B brings him people to make meat (they are thieves who steal from Uncle Smile's bakery) there are also times that she is a little afraid of him because of his head injury but H.B is not afraid of death, she has fought with much more extremely dangerous things.

[brookstonalmanac]

Events 12.31 (after 1950)

1951 – Cold War: The Marshall Plan expires after distributing more than US$13.3 billion in foreign aid to rebuild Western Europe. 1955 – General Motors becomes the first U.S. corporation to make over US$1 billion in a year. 1956 – The Romanian Television network begins its first broadcast in Bucharest. 1961 – RTÉ, Ireland's state broadcaster, launches its first national television service. 1963 – The Central African Federation officially collapses, subsequently becoming Zambia, Malawi and Rhodesia. 1965 – Jean-Bédel Bokassa, leader of the Central African Republic army, and his military officers begin a coup d'état against the government of President David Dacko. 1968 – The first flight of the Tupolev Tu-144, the first civilian supersonic transport in the world. 1968 – MacRobertson Miller Airlines Flight 1750 crashes near Port Hedland, Western Australia, killing all 26 people on board. 1981 – A coup d'état in Ghana removes President Hilla Limann's PNP government and replaces it with the Provisional National Defence Council led by Flight lieutenant Jerry Rawlings. 1983 – The AT&T Bell System is broken up by the United States Government. 1983 – Benjamin Ward is appointed New York City Police Department's first ever African American police commissioner. 1983 – In Nigeria, a coup d'état led by Major General Muhammadu Buhari ends the Second Nigerian Republic. 1991 – All official Soviet Union institutions have ceased operations by this date, five days after the Soviet Union is officially dissolved. 1992 – Czechoslovakia is peacefully dissolved in what is dubbed by media as the Velvet Divorce, resulting in the creation of the Czech Republic and the Slovak Republic. 1994 – This date is skipped altogether in Kiribati as the Phoenix Islands and Line Islands change time zones from UTC−11:00 to UTC+13:00 and UTC−10:00 to UTC+14:00, respectively. 1994 – The First Chechen War: The Russian Ground Forces begin a New Year's storming of Grozny. 1995 – The final comic of Calvin and Hobbes is published. 1998 – The European Exchange Rate Mechanism freezes the values of the legacy currencies in the Eurozone, and establishes the value of the euro currency. 1999 – The first President of Russia, Boris Yeltsin, resigns from office, leaving Prime Minister Vladimir Putin as the acting President and successor. 1999 – The U.S. government hands control of the Panama Canal (as well all the adjacent land to the canal known as the Panama Canal Zone) to Panama. This act complied with the signing of the 1977 Torrijos–Carter Treaties. 1999 – Indian Airlines Flight 814 hijacking ends after seven days with the release of 190 survivors at Kandahar Airport, Afghanistan. 2004 – The official opening of Taipei 101, the tallest skyscraper at that time in the world, standing at a height of 509 metres (1,670 ft). 2009 – Both a blue moon and a lunar eclipse occur. 2010 – Tornadoes touch down in midwestern and southern United States, including Washington County, Arkansas; Greater St. Louis, Sunset Hills, Missouri, Illinois, and Oklahoma, with a few tornadoes in the early hours. A total of 36 tornadoes touched down, resulting in the deaths of nine people and $113 million in damages. 2011 – NASA succeeds in putting the first of two Gravity Recovery and Interior Laboratory satellites in orbit around the Moon. 2014 – A New Year's Eve celebration stampede in Shanghai kills at least 36 people and injures 49 others. 2015 – A fire breaks out at the Downtown Address Hotel in Downtown Dubai, United Arab Emirates, located near the Burj Khalifa, two hours before the fireworks display is due to commence. Sixteen injuries were reported; one had a heart attack, another suffered a major injury, and fourteen others with minor injuries. 2018 – Thirty-nine people are killed after a ten-story building collapses in the industrial city of Magnitogorsk, Russia. 2019 – The World Health Organization is informed of cases of pneumonia with an unknown cause, detected in Wuhan. This later turned out to be COVID-19, the cause of the COVID-19 pandemic.

[lboogie1906]

Dr. Shirley Ann Jackson (August 5, 1946) is a Physicist, born in DC. She has achieved numerous firsts for African American women. She was the first African woman to earn a Ph.D. from MIT; to receive a Ph.D. in theoretical solid state physics; to be elected president and then chairman of the board of the American Association for the Advancement of Science; to be president of a major research university, Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute; and to be elected to the National Academy of Engineering. She was both the first African American and the first woman to chair the US Nuclear Regulatory Commission.

She was accepted at MIT, where she was one of the very few women and even fewer African Americans. Despite discouraging remarks from her professors about the appropriateness of science for an African American woman, she chose to major in Physics and earned her BS. She continued at MIT for graduate school, studying under the first African American Physics professor in her department, James Young. She earned her Ph.D.

She completed several years of postdoctoral research at various laboratories, such as Fermi in Illinois, before being hired by AT&T Bell Laboratories, where she worked for 15 years. She researched the optical and electronic properties of layered materials, surface electrons of liquid helium films, strained-layer semiconductor superlattices, and most notably, the polaronic aspects of electrons in two-dimensional systems. She is considered a leading developer of Caller ID and Call Waiting on telephones.

After teaching at Rutgers University, she was appointed chair of the US Nuclear Regulatory Commission by Bill Clinton. She became President of Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute, where she still serves today. She was elected president of AAAS and she served as chairman of the board for the Society. She is married to a physicist Morris A Washington and has one son. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence #deltasigmatheta

[redreadretale]

Worthwhile read- understand a little bit about how you can even receive this information.

Lasers telecommunications semiconductors & more

[galaxysodapopdraws]

So here’s something I don’t normally do, write fanfiction! If y’all do enjoy it and want to read more from me I might make some more later.

I wrote this currently (aka 1 am) because I had the idea for a while and just said screw it I’ll write it instead of drawing it while I’m working on other things. So if punctuation or spelling is wrong I’m too tired to rewrite them right now.

This story stars a young Eggman (Julian) and Chuck making their breakthrough on the Robotizer! But Chuck seems to be uneasy about something going on with Julian.

Now without further ado~

Sonic Genesis: The Beginning of the End

It is a cool autumn night, fog covers a small town just outside a grand city settling on the coastline. Bells ring out, letting the sleeping citizens know that it is now midnight. A light teal-blue hedgehog is at his desk scribbling away at blueprints and other documents. He rubs his temple, annoyed by the loud clangs of the bells giving him a headache. He knows he should be asleep by now, but he is so close to finishing his projects and rather not lose his motivation. He goes back to his papers and refocuses on the numbers and ideas in his head.

*BRRRRRRRRINNNNG*

“GREAT GAIA WHAT NOW?!”

The hedgehog shouts as he slams his pencil down onto the crowded desk. His phone finally broke his concentration and makes his anger rise. He snaps out of his frustration when a loud thump came from the next room over.

“SHUT UP CHUCK! IM TRYING TO SLEEP AND YOU SHOULD TO!”

His little sister, Aleena screamed, ready to bust down the wall to stop him. Chuck mumbles under his breath as he goes to check his phone. To his surprise and delight, it is his good friend Julian!

“Julian! Is that you? It’s been forever since we’ve talked! You need to warn me next time you disappear like that.”

“Chuck, I need you at the laboratory as soon as possible. It is important and you cannot tell anyone where you are going.”

Chuck paused for a moment, Julian has been gone for almost four months. Why on Mobius would he contact him now, especially at this time of night?

“Is everything okay? Why do you need me over there?” Chuck asked worryingly.

“It’s about the Robotizer, I’ve made a breakthrough! I just need you to come over and help me work on it while I rest. My eyes are stinging like hell right now.”

Before Chuck could ask if he needed medical aid, Julian had already hung up the phone. Chuck stood there for a moment in silence, his mind racing. They have been working on the Robotizer for almost five years now, has he finally done it? Has Julian successfully managed to get it working? While these thoughts were buzzing around in his mind, Chuck was scrambling around grabbing papers and tools as fast as he could. He burst through into the garage and hopped onto his motorcycle, driving into the darkness.

When Chuck arrived at Julian’s personal laboratory, he could immediately tell something was wrong. The foliage around the building were over grown, the windows were covered in what seems to be tarp from the inside. Julian has been known to go for long periods of time working and creating inventions, but never to the point of neglecting himself and things around him. Chuck tried opening the front door to learn that Julian had changed the lock. Suddenly, a chain crashed down onto the concrete driveway inches away from Chuck causing him to fall over.

“Chuck, this is our secret. Climb up before anyone sees you”

whispered Julian, coming from the second floor. Before ascending the chain Chuck paused for a moment. Something didn’t feel right at all, what would be waiting for him up above? Is Julian in a right state of mind from being isolated for a while? Chuck shook his head, trying to calm his nerves. He’s known Julian for almost ten years now, and if Julian isn’t in a good position, he needs to be there for his friend. Chuck put the file of paperwork between his teeth and began to climb the chain. Reaching the window, Chuck could see that even the rooms inside the building were being neglected. Papers and trash thrown about, equations and notes scribbled all over the chalk board, only a few small lights were illuminating the room. In the dim glow of the lights, Chuck could make out the silhouette of Julian.

“Julian….what happened here? Are you alright?”

Chuck gently spoke as the struggled to climb through the window. Julian stood up and walked over to the hedgehog gripping at the windowsill and picked him up as if he was lighter than air. He set him down and crouched to get to eye level with Chuck. The first thing Chuck noticed was the hair on Julian’s head was carelessly shaved off, with a few bloody stitches replacing what was there before. Julian looked like he hadn’t seen the sun in forever, his eyes were covered by a small pair of dark goggles that seemed to be warning Chuck not to do anything stupid.

“We did it, we finally did it.”

Julian sighed. He stood up and walked slowly to his work table as if he were in a daze.

“Listen, it’s wonderful that you got the Robotizer working, but we need to get you to the hospital. The scars on your head aren’t looking to good and-“

Chuck was interrupted by Julian’s joyful yet menacing laugh. He turned back towards Chuck, a tooth baring grin stretched across his face.

“Chuck, we are doctors, I’m positive I know what I’m doing when it comes to stitches and such.”

“But we’re not those kind of doctors! How’d you get them anyways? What happened here?”

Julian reached behind him and picked up a small device off from the table. The Beta Robotizer, a small machine that can turn any flesh and blood into metal and data. It is small enough to fit your hand or even a small creature such as a mouse. Julian beckoned Chuck to come closer as he once again crouched to make sure he speaks to him face to face. Cautiously, Chuck walked over to Julian and pulled up a stool, waiting for Julian to explain himself.

“I apologize for not contacting you for so long. I just didn’t want to risk anyone else figuring out what we’re doing. But I believe I made enough security measures for us to finally get back to work.”

“I see…. Now about the stitches.”

“Ah yes, don’t worry about them. While testing the Robotizer I fell and busted my head open on the counter. But it was worth it in the long run, the Robotizer is a success and we need to begin working on a bigger one.”

Chuck smiled softly, knowing that his friend seemed to be okay. Exhausted and a bit delirious, but okay. However, a question came across Chuck’s mind that filled him with dread. As much as he knew he’d probably hate the answer, he just had to ask:

“Julian, you said you were testing the Robotizer, and even said it worked. But…. But what did you test it on exactly?”

Julian’s grin began to creep up on his face again, softly chuckling to himself as the reached up towards the back of his head to unclip the goggles that were covering his eyes. Chuck jumped back and fell off the stool in pure fear and shock after as Julian’s chuckle turned into a hardy laugh.

“YOUR EYES?!? ARE YOU INSANE?! This is a prototype! If something went wrong you could’ve went blind or worse!” Chuck yelled in frustration.

Julian’s eyes, now just black cameras with red lenses replacing his pupils and sclera followed Chuck’s movements, creating a whirring sound at every gaze. Bright red nerves had appeared around the sockets, as well as bruising that was slowly swelling and leaking a strange oil-like liquid.

“My vision has never been more clear, I haven’t even been using much light because I can now clearly see in the dark! They save me time and energy when working. Chuck, imagine what we could do with this, if we built a bigger one to fully robotize someone, we can change the world as we know it!”

Julian stood up and began to shuffle through the papers Chuck had brought. Chuck just sat in silence, not knowing what to say about the matter. He was very happy that their project had worked, but seeing Julian’s eyes and how they function, it filled him with a sense of unease.

“I’m glad that you were still working on the project while I was gone. All this new info and changes can help us a lot in the process.” Julian said as he put them back into the file.

He turned to Chuck and noticed that he looked like he was looking unwell, almost as if he was going to be sick. Julian sighed and placed a hand on Chuck’s head, petting him while making sure not to prick his fingers on his quills.

“Look, when we finally complete the main Robotizer, we will look back knowing that it was worth it. Tell you what, instead of working on it like I asked you tonight, go ahead and go home to rest. Come back this weekend and we can get started.”

Chuck glanced up at him, Julian was giving him a gentle smile, but his metal eyes glared back with no emotion or concern.

“Yeah…. It’s late anyways and I have work tomorrow.”

Chuck says as he begins reach for his papers, only to be interrupted by Julian slamming his hand on the files.

“Don’t worry about all that stuff right now.” Julian said guiding Chuck to the window.

“Right now you need to rest and get your mind at ease so we can get back to work. You have a good night, I’ll call you later tomorrow to check on you.”

Chuck lowered himself gently to the ground, barely breaking the silence of the woods around him. He sat there for a moment, wondering why Julian would do such a thing to himself. And why a bigger Robotizer? The plan was to make small ones to help in medical procedures. There was no real need to rush things right now. Chuck sighed, hopefully this will pass over him and it will all be worth it in the end. As he hoped on to his motorcycle and drove down the path, he peered over his shoulder towards the window in the laboratory. Where he could see the red eyes of his friend shining through the glass.

[carouselpony]

“FABRICATED RHYTHM” - Harmony Suite (1987)

Ripped from the State of the Art of Computer Animation laserdisc by Tosgorn and converted to MP4. Tech demo from AT&T Bell Laboratories demonstrating cloth physics. Original song by Donna and Harvey Manger-Weil

(archive)

[readyforevolution]

When Marian Croak was just 5 or 6 years old, she grew enchanted with electricians and plumbers who came to fix broken wires and pipes at her home. She followed them around to see how things were done, peppering them with questions. "I still do that today!" Croak told Google in a recent interview. Croak's fascination with engineering only grew over the years. Last year, she was inducted into the National Inventors Hall of Fame among the highest honors for inventors, including Thomas Edison, Alexander Graham Bell, and the Wright brothers. As one of the first-ever Black Women to be inducted into the National Inventors Hall of Fame, Croak recognizes the importance of diversity in a historically homogenous industry.

Croak was encouraged to pursue STEM from a young age: Her father built her a home chemistry set, offering her just a taste of things to come. After graduating from Princeton University and receiving her Doctorate from the University of Southern California in 1982, Croak landed a job at AT&T Bell Laboratories, where other famed inventors like James West pioneered groundbreaking technologies. Croak and her team made so much progress that AT&T began to use it for its own core network.

"I find that it inspires people when they see someone who looks like themselves on some dimension, and I'm proud to offer that type of representation," Croak said in her interview with Google. "I want people to understand that it may be difficult but that they can overcome obstacles and that it will be so worth it." After 32 years at AT&T, Croak joined Google in 2014 to spearhead efforts to expand what the internet is capable of around the world. She led a team that brought broadband to developing countries in Asia and Africa, building, for example, public wi-fi in railroad stations in India.

[miscpav]

EPCOT Center's WorldKey Information System LaserDisc (1982)

WorldKey was a groundbreaking touchscreen digital information system created for EPCOT Center in 1982 by Bell Laboratories and Western Electric. WorldKey stations were featured at Spaceship Earth's Earth Station post-show area and at kiosks throughout the park. Video content highlighting the various pavilions was streamed over fiber optic cable from centrally located videodisc players, and guests could also connect via a live closed-circuit video system to Guest Relations hosts in order to make dining reservations or ask questions. The simple, touch-screen interface seemed sleek and futuristic, and was the first time that most EPCOT Center guests had probably experienced this now-commonplace technology. WorldKey utilized a high-tech combination of laserdisc technology, touchscreen monitors and computers. When making a selection, the laserdisc would 'jump' to another place on the disc, like skipping songs on a vinyl record or CD. The version presented here is the laserdisc played in a complete start-to-finish run (a method which guests would never see) and thus may seem to be a bit disorganized when presented in this manner. Because WorldKey utilized laserdisc technology, it became more difficult to update as EPCOT Center changed and expanded. Eventually, WorldKey's primary home at Earth Station would be removed for the AT&T Global Neighborhood in 1994 and the rest of the system was soon removed with it. Today, WorldKey is fondly remembered by those who experienced EPCOT Center's legendary first decades as an amazing hands-on, look at the technology of the future that is now commonplace in the reality of today.

[preciousjoke]

Daily Linux Infodump (Shells or something, idk)

A shell is a special purpose program made to read and execute programs written by the user. Sometimes they're known as a command interpreter. The term Login Shell is used to denote the process executed when a user first logs in. Whereas on some operating systems the command interpreter is an integral part of the kernel, on UNIX like systems, the shell is a user process. Many varieties of shell exist, and diferent users on the same computer can simultaneously use different shells. a number of important shells have appeared over time: Bourne Shell: Literally the oldest widely used dingus, which was developed by Steve Bourne. it was the standard for seventh edition Unix,and contains the features found in most modern shells All later versions of unix used the Bourne shell as well as whatever other shells were offered. C Shell: Written by Bill Joy at UofC at B had flow control like C. Not even Backwards Compatible with Bourne Shell, even a little. introduced some really cool stuff like : Command history Command line editing Job control Aliases/Aliasing Most scripts were written with the Bourne Shell in mind because, and even though they were using C shell ( thanks to BSD) most people wanted to keep portability across most versions of unix. Korn Shell: meant to be a successor to Bourne Shell Made by David Korn at AT&T Bell Laboratories. maintained backwards compatibility with the Bourne shell, while integrating features like C shells Bourne Again Shell (Bash <3) this is the GNU projects fantastic reimplementation of the Bourne Shell. it includes all of the features in both the C shell and Korn shell while emulating the Bourne shell as closely as possible. it's also what is at the heart of most linux distros, and we stan a good shell.

[shewrites24742]

Adding spice in my life

Series 1

Chapter 1: Revenge is empowerment

Isn't it true guys?

So let's start from the beginning. It's 2025 and I just remembered what I had experienced in my college life. Yeah guys I was a noob person but I wasn't stupid I used to handle and fix my own things. I belonged from a good family so it's begins in 2017. July month monsoon season as usual you guys know that during rain it always be traffic and roads used to be blocked. I was in Bhavans college which is in Andheri. From that time idk why all school guys were trying on me. It's just like Jaan na pehchan tu Mera mehmaan type.

I wasn't ready for relationship anyways it was also frustrating at the some point. I used to see many girls kissing in public and doing things which should be done in private. But then tho also it won't made me feel like I needed a boyfriend to touch me and myself. But basically I wasn't bisexual or lesbo. I do get feeling while I used to touch myself even when I tried to touch for the first time I literally got hurt myself and which wasn't cool at all but thanks to Google. I have seen many blue films and got my educated what things and measures I have to take to please myself but I wasn't good at doing and applying on myself but later I discovered while sitting and sleeping position I can satisfy myself without inserting fingers. I also like one guy who was in my class named Varun. He was fine and tall, dark skin mostly he used to wear half T-shirt and shirts. He was in football team. I really thought that he will be very shy to talk but again I was in delusion. Later I got to know his reality what kind of person he is.

One day I was been so late for mathematical practical it was raining and there was a lot of traffic when I reached college outside of my practical class the professor didn't allowed me to enter it he said that I am 5 minutes late. I also saw varun he was late too. We were standing outside the classroom but they didn't let us sit and join the class. We saw science laboratory next to our classroom and as we were tired we went inside and we sat on the chairs. I was ignoring him because as you know I always ignore my crush. But he tried to talk with me I was saying yes and no no stuff but I didn't have anything to speak with him. After few minutes he grabbed my hands and took me over the labs we saw many things chemical test tubes and cockroaches some frogs and lizards. And I was just watching them. Varun came from behind he tried to hold and kiss me I didn't allowed him to do it because I don't want to make any scene in my college. I sat on the same place and I was writing my dairy. He felt so bad and he was in anger that how I said him no just for a kiss. While I was writing I dropped my eraser down I went to grab my eraser and Varun came near to me again and bell got ringed all of our classmates came over lab and they saw us together.

He literally said loudly "she's high as fuck and wanted to kiss me " All people were watching me and making fun of me. The problem is you know that people judge us without knowing the truth behind it I didn't responded them I took my bag and I left the laboratory.

After a week again we were having the practical I was on time sitting on 1st rows last bench so that no one will see me but than I received a small letter written "what's your bra size we heard that you use sponge to attract guys is that true? " I didn't expected that. When practical was ended I was going out of the class but Varun's friend come to me and he asked one doubt about one question. I thought to help him but than he asked me to solve it on the board I agreed but later all the college student were making fun of me that she have small boobs maybe. But later I called Varun over the board and I said to everyone that he have a small dick his friends asked how u can say it I told them that while professor was saying 6cm measurement his face was dropped all the time. All students were started to laugh on him but he was about to leave the classroom but I hold his hand and made him stop i pulled him over me n made him sit down on his knees I pulled his hairs from back his eyes met mine n I said him don't ever try to play with me. He was been silent for the whole time but one of his friend yelled from back bench saying that it's true that you use sponge to make your boobs look bigger. I'd literally hold my T-shirt up n shown everyone that it's not sponge that's my flesh and it's real I also yelled my boobies size n I left the classroom. All the students were amazed with my bold movie.

While I was going out from class one guy hold my hands to made me stop. I asked him why n what do you want from me. When I turned back I saw Dhruv Singh he's the main enemy of Varun. I asked him again what do he want from me. He just came close to my lips n whisper you vaish. I looked into his eyes he hold my back and came closer to kiss my lips. I moved back and asked him. Do you have any place where we can do it? He laughed and blushed and he took me to his room where he was staying in Mumbai. He used to live in hostel as he was from Ahmedabad. I just entered at his room and he locked the room he hold me and picked me up holding my both legs and he dropped me on his bed. Without losing a moment he came to kiss me harder in the first I hold his neck he grabbed my hairs and there's no space between us when we were kissing on the bed. He made me sit on him facing him he inserted his hands in my T-shirt and there he unplugged my bra and his fingers moved to touch my tits I never thought that it will be so amazing and sensual experience with Dhruv. But he was very good at this things. He asked permission before touching boobs I told him that I never did it it's my first time but yes you can do it. He smiled to me and he kissed me again he got inside of my T-shirt and there he started kissing my tits and well he sucked them too. I never felt this feeling before that how good it feels if someone does it for you. I started moaning at the time he did. He didn't stopped until I asked him too.

When he looks in to my eyes he used to smile because when I was enjoying the pleasure he have given me a lot of hickeys on my breast which I seen when I got back home I immediately texted him asking what's this now don't you think that u r hungry u better have your food before we do any sessions more he replied I was just hungry for you that food can't even make me fulfill which you did today your soft skin melts me a lot I m still remember the taste of your soft lips and the boobs you have it's so soft I would eat them both. I was in shock like what kind of this sick he has been now. The next day I was sitting in garden he was standing behind me he grabbed my neck and started kissing my lips I was in shock like what just happened and it was raining we were all wet I asked him to take me somewhere because I am hungry too. He smiled at me and than he took me in his hostel room. After getting into his room he removed my clothes one by one he made me sit on his bed I was just wearing my pants he removed his T-shirt and he lay down on me kissing me harder I was moaning in his mouth but than he pinned my hands up he was holding it. And he started sucking my tits his fingers were pleasing my wet pussy while he was doing this I was straching his back with pleasure. I grabbed his hairs n we kissed again but then he come over my neck n he started kissing my neck it was more sensual it made me moan louder than again he kisses my lip holding my hairs. I just stopped him n I started wearing my clothes in front of him he asked me are you leaving now. I said yes but then he asked removed your clothes or I'll ripe off your clothes in front of your eyes. I asked him so you will try to force me he said it's not force I'll just make you please to let you leave today. I said him you can't do anything while I was leaving his room he took me inside again he tied me to his bed n started to remove my clothes one by one he also folded my T-shirt up n kept it over my eyes so I'll can't see him n he kissed every inch of my body parts.

I was in all sweat as he was kissing every inch of my body he also inserted fingers in me and kissing me wildly I was been numbed I untie my hands n I scratch his back while he was kissing me I haven't felt good n pleasure ever in my life. I untie me n took me into bathroom he helped me clean myself he given me dry clothes and he cuddled me a little n slept with me for sometime when alarm started ring we woke up he came to leave me at station I sat in train n I came home safely.

To be continued......