#Book is a chemical engineer

[gg-carboxylase]

Making a mental tier list on how well I'd get on with / be able to have a conversation with BL actors based solely on their university major and what we've seen in non-zany interviews is an exercise in hilarity.

I guess, thankfully, a handful of my faves are massive STEM nerds, and I might be able to impress them with my /r/AskScience cred and IT history. Also, I have extremely questionable taste / knowledge in man-man hobbies like shooting things (thanks to an ex-boyfriend who was a Democrat but sure liked his guns) and cars.

I adore thinking about shit like this. It's weird, but my brain is extra spicy after three days of sleep deprivation — Thanks three day weekend! You're a, bro.

[studyingchemeng]

final exams szn.

[stone-cold-groove]

An engineer.

[comradeboyhalo]

i rly hate how i dont have a qsmp obsession, i just have a q!bbh obsession. which would be fine and more manageable (just one streamer!) if that one streamer didnt stream for six hours straight every day

[philearning]

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[thistlewhistler]

Chemical engineers are routinely called upon for going into their field (literally; vats and storage tanks) at little to no notice.

Stating your shoe size is common practice when notating a chemical engineering problem, in order to convey appropriately what operations they are personally able to perform. In this case, the chem eng is explaining that they are willing but not able to investigate this event further, due to their shoe size being too large for the field (beef broth jug).

Hope that helps @bees-with-swords!

this guy's beef got old enough to have geology

[jcmarchi]

Yari Golden-Castaño is over the moon about outreach

New Post has been published on https://thedigitalinsider.com/yari-golden-castano-is-over-the-moon-about-outreach/

Yari Golden-Castaño is over the moon about outreach

Yari Golden-Castaño first learned about the moon, planets, and space while her grandmother in Mexico, Barbarita, taught her how to read from an encyclopedia. Golden-Castaño had already earned the nickname “little astronaut” among her family because of an astronaut onesie that her mother dressed her in. By third grade, she had read a book stating that one needed to be a teacher, a doctor, or an engineer in order to become an astronaut.

“Something was put in my head as a little kid, and I actually wanted it,” says Golden-Castaño. “I didn’t think I could be a doctor, and I didn’t want to be a teacher. I liked to build things and felt like physics and math came easy to me, so I decided I would become an engineer.”

A dream deferred

Although STEM-oriented, Golden-Castaño didn’t experience STEM in a hands-on way until eighth grade, when she was selected for the Gifted and Talented Education (GATE) program. She grew up in a part of Southern California where funding for STEM activities was scarce. Through the GATE program for advanced science students, she saw concepts learned in the classroom come to life.

“Not everyone understands how things work just by reading a textbook. Personally, I need a visualization. Had I not been selected for this program, I wouldn’t have known that I could be doing these hands-on activities,” she says.

For Golden-Castaño, the GATE program was difficult not because of the STEM concepts covered, but because of the English language barrier. By high school, she was better able to express herself and was excelling in all of her Advanced Placement classes. Yet, when she asked one of her teachers how to become an astronaut, he laughed in her face. “Are you high? What are you taking? You’ll never be an engineer or astronaut as a girl,” the teacher said. Other teachers shared his sentiment, pushing Golden-Castaño to attend a liberal arts college and suggesting that she study Spanish — in case she changed her mind.

“His response made me feel stupid,” Golden-Castaño says. “In that moment, I decided I would stop telling people that I wanted to be an astronaut one day. I would just go to engineering school and focus on getting my degree. I never once thought about getting out of engineering.”

Mission to Mars

After graduating with a bachelor���s degree in engineering science from Smith College in 2010, Golden-Castaño joined MIT Lincoln Laboratory as a data analyst in a group developing air traffic control systems. At the laboratory, she was surrounded by like-minded individuals who shared her aspiration to journey to space.

“Shortly after I arrived, I heard that NASA had put out a call for astronaut applications, and many of my colleagues were applying,” Golden-Castaño says. “That gave me hope and inspired me to open back up about my dream.”

In 2013, when the Mars One mission to establish the first human colony on the Red Planet was announced, Golden-Castaño jumped at the chance to obtain a one-way ticket there. By 2015, the 200,000 initial applicants had been whittled down to 100: 50 men and 50 women. On the short list of women was Golden-Castaño’s name. (The Mars 100 were eventually supposed to be down-selected to 24 finalists, but the company backing the mission declared bankruptcy in 2019.)

The supportive laboratory community and excitement surrounding the prospect of venturing to Mars formed the perfect combination for Golden-Castaño to share her passion for space. She started giving talks at schools across Boston, and even in Mexico, about her dream to become an astronaut and her path into engineering.

“Having the Mars tag gave me a wider platform to reach out,” Golden-Castaño says. “I now had something to share with students. When I saw their reaction — wow, you’re one of us, you’re a girl, and you didn’t stop chasing your dreams when someone told you that you weren’t capable — I realized that I had their attention and should do something more than just talk.”

Golden-Castaño had engaged in some educational outreach while serving as vice president of Smith College’s Society of Women Engineers (SWE) during her senior year. She ran a four-workshop version of SWE’s annual Introduce a Girl to Engineering Day. Though the event went well, she thought that would be her first and last encounter with educational outreach.

“I was really shy. I didn’t want to stand in front of anyone, let alone have them rely on me for information,” Golden-Castaño explains.

Upon joining the laboratory, she instead became involved in community outreach, including volunteering at a Boston food pantry, cleaning up the Charles River, and helping local farms prepare their soil for farming. But now that she was a face of the Mars One mission, she felt compelled to get back into educational outreach and tell her story.

Golden-Castaño volunteered at an Introduce a Girl to Engineering Day event run by laboratory colleague Damaris Toepel. Within a few years, Golden-Castaño took over running the event and began noticing that the fifth through eighth grade girls were bored with the content and complaining that they had already done these sorts of workshops.

“Their feedback made me realize that these are girls who have access and opportunity; they are the daughters of our engineers, and attend schools where teachers can afford materials for hands-on demos,” Golden-Castaño says.

Poised for blastoff

Disheartened by this realization and remembering her own limited opportunities as a student, Golden-Castaño in May 2017 created a spinoff of this event called Girls Space Day Adventure. With other volunteers, she assembled eight hands-on space-related demonstrations to bring to MIT in collaboration with women in the Department of Aeronautics and Astronautics. To recruit participants, they contacted schools in the Greater Boston area, aiming to reach underserved students (targeting but not limiting to girls) who could easily travel to MIT campus via subway. A coed turnout of around 60 students rotated through the demonstrations. However, recreating that event proved difficult because many of the volunteers subsequently left the laboratory. Small-scale versions of Girls Space Day Adventure have since run onsite and at nearby schools, as the demonstrations were formatted to be presented independently.

In parallel, Golden-Castaño began an external eight-week program for second and third graders, called “Mission to Mars.” Each week focuses on a different aspect of what it takes to go to Mars, such as living under the planet’s gravity, designing a suitable habitat, and growing vegetables that can flourish in Martian soil. On the last day, the students don an astronaut suit and navigate an obstacle course as they communicate with their “ground control” partner via walkie-talkie.

Supporting Golden-Castaño as these outreach efforts took off was her now-husband, R. Daniel, whom she met through Mars One. He helped her build many of the demonstrations, even before he started working as a contractor in the laboratory’s Laser Communications Group.

After hosting Girls Space Day Adventure and Mission to Mars, Golden-Castaño had an idea to make outreach more self-sustaining over the long term by having demonstrations ready for volunteers to deploy at different schools. From that idea, the Girls’ Innovation Research Laboratory (G.I.R.L.) was born at Lincoln Laboratory in 2019. The program sought to create standalone hands-on workshops on diverse STEM topics, encourage disadvantaged girls to take part (though events are coed), and support women or any laboratory staff members willing to volunteer as STEM role models.

“The goals of G.I.R.L. are to inspire girls to innovate technologies that serve our communities and empower them with the skills, knowledge, resources, and confidence to pursue STEM. For me, another goal is to give women the confidence to volunteer and learn a topic that they may be unfamiliar with, and then go teach it,” says Golden-Castaño, who had to step outside her own comfort zone to do just that.

A vast space

Since its inception, G.I.R.L. has hosted about 50 workshops and reached more than 300 students. Staff from the laboratory’s Communications and Community Outreach Office have established relationships with several Greater Boston area schools; organizations including Brookview House, Girls Inc., Boys and Girls Clubs of America, and House of Hope; and events such as Science on State Street and the Christa McAuliffe Center STEM Week Open House. G.I.R.L. provides the resources and materials volunteers need for their demonstrations.

“We have a reservoir of smart women at the lab, and they have knowledge that can be shared. Volunteers can propose demonstrations on topics of their choosing and independently take them to schools or organizations. We now have a full ‘menu’ of demonstrations that we can run at any time. Having kids access these hands-on activities that I didn’t get to experience outside of the GATE program is inspiring.”

Workshops have spanned diverse fields, including programming, mechanical and electrical engineering, robotics, artificial intelligence, cybersecurity, optics, forensics, planetary science, and chemistry. One workshop, on Scratch programming with a Makey Makey Board (controller board), teaches students how to assemble a circuit and program a musical instrument to play when they touch keys on the board. In an artificial intelligence-themed workshop, students play an AI-or-not guessing game and sort items such as candies to mimic how a decision-tree algorithm works. A workshop covering cybersecurity and internet safety teaches students to see the risks of putting personal information online, decrypt messages, physically pick locks, and understand internet protocols. In a workshop on the basics of light, students assemble light-emitting diode (LED) color-mixing crystals and then use light-diffraction glasses to observe how light splits into different colors at various angles. 

More recently, G.I.R.L. launched a workshop on chemical reactions, in which students make their own color reactions and learn about chemiluminescence. The latest workshop focused on mechanics, with students assembling a mechanical arm out of cardboard by tracing a hand template and using string to move the fingers through a mechanism similar to a puppeteer controlling a marionette’s limbs. Students also attached a strip of LED onto the back of the arm; Golden-Castaño wrote code to make the light change color depending on which finger is curled.

For Golden-Castaño, one of the most fulfilling parts of G.I.R.L. is capturing the attention of students, especially those who initially seem disinterested.

“I’ve arrived in many classrooms where the kids are being disrespectful and talking over us,” Golden-Castaño says. “Then, we start the demo, and even the loudest kid is now attentive and asking relevant questions. Watching them engage with the program is rewarding.”

To keep this momentum going, all G.I.R.L. workshops send students home with follow-up links or materials providing additional learning resources. The volunteers also share their academic and career journeys so that students can envision a path forward.

“One important lesson I’ve learned is that kids don’t want to hear you’ve known from the beginning what you want to be when you grow up and everything has worked out for you,” Golden-Castaño says. “For many students, G.I.R.L. represents their first hands-on experience with STEM or the first time they are hearing they can do STEM. So, I’m always honest with them. I tell them that I didn’t have straight As, and it’s not too late for them to start today.”

Besides the lack of exposure to STEM, some G.I.R.L. participants face a language barrier, which Golden-Castaño knows all too well. Fluent in conversational Spanish but lacking a technical vocabulary in that language, she has been trying on the fly to translate lessons delivered in English into Spanish. Earlier this year, she prepared ahead of time a presentation in Spanish for a chemistry workshop.

To infinity and beyond

Five years in, the G.I.R.L. program is still going strong, having withstood the challenges presented by the Covid-19 pandemic, which necessitated running the workshops virtually and shipping materials like pre-made kits to classrooms.

“We have a system that works overall,” she says. “But we’re at a point where I’d like to see another burst of participation from a new set of volunteers coming up with new demonstrations.”

Noting the diverse work ongoing at the laboratory across its R&D areas, Golden-Castaño has several future workshop topics in mind: smart fabrics, biochemistry for threat identification, underwater laser communication, rapid prototyping, technology solutions for climate change, and safety with AI. The possibilities are endless.

Golden-Castaño, in collaboration with the group that led the Girls Space Day Adventure on MIT campus, also has an app idea for matching volunteers to classrooms in a more automated, targeted way. The app would feature profiles of volunteers — stating their STEM background, demonstrations they lead, and scheduling availability — that teachers could scroll through to determine who complements their classroom curriculum. For example, a teacher of an environmental science class may request the volunteer leading a weather station workshop.

“G.I.R.L. has been a really good journey. Thank you to everyone who made it all possible. I’m grateful to have the support of the many volunteers, instructors, my group leaders, and the Outreach Office,” says Golden-Castaño, now part of the laboratory’s Systems Engineering Group, where she focuses on the assembly, integration, and testing of laser communication systems.

While keeping an eye out for the next opportunity to pursue her dream of becoming an astronaut, Golden-Castaño considers her work at the laboratory as foundational for future space exploration: “I’m working on technology that could enable future human missions to space.”

[whats-in-a-sentence]

In considering particular environmental subjects, we focus on the basic chemistry and to do this it is necessary to examine some or all of the three factors – composition, chemical process, and perturbations caused by natural or anthropogenic activities – that we have discussed above (Fig. 1.7).

"Environmental Chemistry: A Global Perspective", 4e - Gary W. VanLoon & Stephen J. Duffy

[cosmicpuzzle]

What is your Career like?👩🏻‍💻💼💰💸

The 10th ruler in your chart can indicate your career but it is not the only factor. However, the house placement of 10th lord/ruler can indicate at times the type of career you desire and also can indicate your job literally.

1st House : You will do well in careers which gives you a certain amount of independence. You can be an entrepreneur or a boss or a team leader. Authority and power are essential for you.

2nd House : You will do well in careers which pays you well. You can be good with numbers, finances and any responsible/routine job. Careers that depend on your appearance like modelling are good. Your job would need a good self esteem and self worth.

3rd House: You will do well in careers that involve mobility, communication, writing such as YouTube. Freedom of expression, and movement is important to you. You should be able to experiment as you wish. Change of careers as times change

4th House: You will do well in careers that gives you emotional satisfaction such as nursing, psychology. making an impact on people’s lives is important to you. Working from home can be good.

5th House: You will do well in careers that allow your self expression such as art, acting . Careers connected to children and transfer of knowledge are good. A career in which you are a genius and unique such as music, painting, investor.

6th House : You will do well in careers that allow you to maintain order such as backend work. Routine and a stable job is important to you. You may also do well in health , healing and animal careers.

7th House : You will do well in careers that allow you to exchange things whether product or service. You will do will in public careers like politics. Business is good as well as client based careers. You will do well in careers that allow you to work with another person.

8th House : You will do well in careers that allow you to research things like a biomedical or chemical engineer. Careers in digging like oil petroleum or digging another’s finances as auditing, insurance are good. Investigation and finding secrets. Psychology, medicine , surgery are good choices.

9th House : You will do well in careers that allow you to reach a wider audience around the globe such as publishing books, writing, online teaching, academia. A sense of meaning and purpose is important in your job.

10th House: You will do well in careers that allow you to be skilled and efficient in what you do. A generally good position for executive and managerial jobs or Government routine jobs

11th House: You will do well in careers that allow you to build your network such as social media manager, politics, businesses, digital marketing etc.

12th House : You will do well in careers that heal people and raise their consciousness. Careers in spirituality, metaphysics, non-profit work would be good for you. You need freedom and a flexible schedule.

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[probablyasocialecologist]

It was recently revealed that agrochemical giant Monsanto runs an “intelligence fusion center” to compile information on and conduct disinformation and harassment campaigns against journalists and activists who threaten the company’s financial interests through their research or organizing. “Fusion center” is the same term the FBI uses for its counterterrorism centers. In just one example, Monsanto targeted a Reuters journalist investigating the carcinogenic effects of the company’s star product, glyphosate, or Roundup. Their campaign included coordinating “third parties” to post negative reviews of the book, hiring scientists to cast doubt on the book’s conclusions, pressuring the journalist’s editors at Reuters “very strongly every chance we get” in the hope “she gets reassigned,” covering up their financial relationship with scientists claiming their product was safe, accusing the journalist of being a “pro-organic capitalist” activist, as though there were big bucks to be made in opposing some of the world’s largest chemical companies, and contracting search engine optimization (SEO) experts to make sure that their alternative facts, their negative reviews, and their various slanders of said journalist would appear in search engines above results showing how Roundup causes cancer.

The above case illustrates how corporations can orchestrate subtle campaigns of censorship, often without revealing their hand. In 2020, an academic publisher abruptly canceled the publication of a book that showed how Canadian mining companies benefited from the genocide in Guatemala, moving in to stake their claims sometimes even before the death squads had left. The publishers expressed fears of lawsuits for defamation, though they refused to point out what part of the book, which received favorable peer reviews, might be considered defamation. And in Canada, the RCMP spied on the release event of a book against mining.

Peter Gelderloos, The Solutions are Already Here

[myswanderlust]

jayce and viktor in modern day au: x reader

based on the fantastic art by @ primaveraart19 on twitter:

separate jayce and viktor x kindavirgin! reader

| first meeting + first time |

! MDNI slight 18+ content !

jayce: the studious golden goy

cute nerdy boy you would see in your engineering class that would never look up from note-taking or never not pay attention to the lectures.

prestigious man that made sure his university sweater was tucked neatly into his khakis every single time he got ready for classes or done using the restroom. his hair was styled gorgeously with light gel. (a gel with aloe vera and pomades because mama ximena told him not to use those awful chemical gels).

many other students that have classes with him find it difficult to gain any of his attention. they are always making advances but he never bothered to entertain it. jayce was trying to study to become an engineer or even an instructor of sorts; ‘he didn’t have the time’, he thought.

that was until he noticed you.

his demeanor had changed from the intimating gaze and nonchalant face he made in his classes, to a looser expression; he was more relaxed yet tense; seemingly brighter but he forbid making it known.

you also thought jayce was handsome; a smart man with a different personality that was vibrant but not common amongst other men at your college. you always snuck glances at him in your engineering class and it wasn't often that he caught you. (he definitely noticed but could not lock eye contact).

nothing too big ever started until when you started struggling in the class, and the professor was displeased to let you know that his office hours were booked solid and he could not fit you in. his alternative was to have you work with his top student, which was jayce.

jayce was not overwhelmed with joy- though he was extremely grateful. his mind was a jungle of emotions which were all unclear.

part of him loved to imagine tutoring you; that ending in ways not so pg. part of him always fret meeting you, knowing he wouldn’t know how to truly act around you.

would you find it weird that he sweats so much when he’s nervous? or that he stutters his sentences when he feels like he can hear himself talk in the third-person.

the professor would introduce the two of you and jayce would keep the conversation surprisingly cordial. he was pissing his pants the whole time however.

he tutored you every thursday for at least a month before things did not feel exceedingly awkward. jayce always worried he was being too obvious about how he felt about you, but if anything, you thought he couldn’t less care for you. you believed he was only tutoring you to get on the professors' good side, or simply because he asked.

when you stop showing up to tutoring (knowing that going hurt you more than not seeing his pretty face at all), jayce would text you and ask when a better time would be to which you reply a quick:

“don’t worry! it all is starting to make sense. you don’t have to tutor me anymore!”

jayce would stare at his phone for a few moments, knowing that you were lying straight through your teeth. the last lesson he tutored you on, you stared at the book blankly every-time he tried to re-explain the material. you finally did understand it and he could tell you felt embarrassed at how lon-

‘that had to be why.’ jayce would think.

he didn’t reply to the text, just knowing he would see you the next day. it's not like he had much to say, anyways. he was upset that you were not comfortable enough around him to know it was okay to be confused.

you started at the ‘read at 4:37pm’ under your message and sighed. you never wanted to stop going to tutoring with jayce but you heart could no longer handle his demeanor.

the next morning, walking into class but not noticing a tall figure and almost running into jayce’s figure starting right next to your desk. you smile at him warmly, enough to make him feel his heart flutter, yet he held an emotionless face. “i hope you aren’t coming to tutoring because of the material? you’re so much smarter than you think.” he would announce, holding steady but intimating eye with yours.

you would look up from setting your notebook down to the desk. ‘did he just.. compliment me..’ you pick your brain mentally to find a response.

“no.. jayce-“

he stares down at you; he is at a towering height, standing so close. you move you head to keep your eyes from lingering to places other than his gorgeous face. “-that’s not why..”

he just stares now, and his anxiety was through the roof. ‘shit.. she knows. i made her uncomfortable.’ his worst fear. the whole reason he was scared to tutor you.

he sighs before sitting in the desk next to you, putting his head in his hands.. his legs were usually bigger than the silly desk chair could handle so he slouches, man-spreading slightly under the desk-top. “i’m sorry.. i’m really sorry.”

you looked at him in complete confusion, contemplating stopping whatever it was he was doing but keeping quiet upon noticing the auditable and visible dismay in his expression. “i never wanted to make you uncomfortable.. i just- i don’t know how to act around you-“

your eyes widened slightly at his confession, since you both had an extremely different version of what was happening. “-you’re so attractive.. it’s very hard to tutor you but.. i knew you needed help.”

jayce had whispered that last part, but you heard it all. you smiled at his words, taking a breath before planting a kiss to his cheek. “that’s not why i wanted to stop tutoring but.. i like your version more.”

short circuit btw.

after that event, you both became very close, started dating and he was your personal tutor. (thank god)

neither of you mentioned anything particular about sex, though jayce was not a virgin. he had experience from previous years in college. he was a beauty of a man: would could blame anyone for that?

you had your own experiences as well, but had never gone the full way with anyone just yet. you and jayce had been together for around five months but you knew since the first week that jayce was the man you wanted to lose it to.

when the conversation came up, it was nerve-wracking for the both of you. more likely jayce, since he could hold your waist without the shaking of his wrists and hands. he knew you could feel it but he couldn't stop.

“you want- your first time to be with me?”

“yes jayce.. is that alright?”

he nods his head like there wasn’t a thought in his brain besides you; he was hypnotized by you, he always had been but now he knew you wanted him; it was too much for him.

even after weeks since that conversation, neither of you made an attempt at anything sexual. it wasn’t until he had enough. you came into his dorm while he worked on his midterm essay after your last class.

you came up behind him and pecked him lightly all over his face, jayce would smile cheekily at you while still looking at his screen. “how was school, lovey?”

“it was okay! super boring last lecture.” you said with a frown. you laid on his bed and turned to wrap you body around one of his pillows. his eyes went to lock with your face but he was only met with your body in a questionable manner. your bottoms looked perfect on your ass, in way that jayce couldn’t fathom. he signed before leaning back in his chair.

he had been debating making a move since the previous conversation but with the erection he had, it was making him feel less respectful.

he got up from his chair, walking over to you before leaning over your frame on the bed and kissing your face, “you’re so perfect.”

you blush at his words, turning your body until your faces were lined. his eyes were dark with desire and you noticed a confidence that was hidden beneath his nervous exterior.

“need you, can i have you now?” he mutters into your neck

you chuckle and nod, “take me, my love. need you too.”

victor: the introverted music- loving zaunite

artistic: both art wise and music wise. you met him in either one of the classes. he’s more into music, he loves the classical or piano type of music, but truly listens to any kind; he’s very diverse. art, he mostly enjoys the shaded art schemes and doodles he makes. doesn’t know an extreme amount.

viktor is not shy by any means, though he is an introvert. he does not have a hard time speaking to others, though he has a small group of friends and does not care to venture out past that.

he finds comfort in quality over quantity.

viktor went upon meeting you in between his classes in the lounge area. he was doodling in his notebook while taking to a friend. his eyes always snapped at the door when it opened and closed, since it was so close and loud. he was astounded by your beauty, could not draw his eyes away when he saw you walk through the doors to the corridor.

you walked your obviously stressed demeanor to the vending machines and pull the quarters out of your bag. viktor watched as you put the three quarters into the machine and type the command, A18.

he also watched as the bag that contained stale chips got stuck on the hoop that held them. and then your face when the anger built up. you hit the machine twice to hopefully release the bag, but to no avail.

you would lean against the wall next to the vending machine, waiting or more debating if you had any energy to be angry.

viktor’s friend also watched the exchange before noticing viktor had now stood with his cane as support and was now there with you, making you watch him as he approached the vending machine. putting his cane in his reach and leaning on a wall, he would grab the front of it, looking over at you which caused you gaze to shift slightly.

“a little help?” he said with a slight smile. your ears almost physically twitched at hearing his somewhat different tone of his voice.

you chucked a light “oh.” and helped him tip the boxy machine, making your chip bag fall over and into the grab-able compartment. you muttered a quiet ‘thank you’ to his help. he smiles again softly before leaning down and grabbing the chips. he held them out for you, “always willing to help.”

you knew you would be crushing after the event transpired, though viktor had already decided the moment you walking into the room that he had his sights set on you.

you had reminded him of himself. you were not quiet, yet you kept to your self. part of him felt like a stalker now since he had noticed you were around more than before. you sat alone in the lunge area most of the time. you would exchange 'hello's' with some professors and students but no one really ever sat down with you.

he could not understand for the life of him how someone as sweet as you had no one trying to advance but he figured you enjoyed the solitude while in classes and while studying.

viktor also always wondered what you were listening to when you popped those headphones in. when you looked like you were mercilessly typing, what seemed like an essay, were you listening to a piano chorus or soft lofi?

what if it was neither, and you liked listening to some heavy metal for inspiration? he was so intrigued, but felt somewhat awkward asking you straight up "what music are you listening to?"

he did anyways. he steady himself and he walked, heart softly but loudly beating against his ribs as he walked up to you. he could tell you were in a trance of writing so he decided to simply sit in the open chair across from you.

it took a while to whip you out of the trance too, with you mind running a mile every second. you were writing in your notes different ideas for you upcoming essay and when you noticed his presence, it shook you. you ripped the headphone out of you left ear and smiled, slightly embarrassed. "oh- hi! sorry i was totally distracted."

"you are perfectly fine. i am simply the one intruding your space." he spoke and chuckled. you shook your head. "you're not at all. it was calming."

he nods, before nodding his head in the direction of your headphones plugged into your cell phone. "i was curious to what you were listening to." you look down to your phone and then back at him, "oh, just *insert band name*. i love *type of music*."

it was something of how simple it was for you to tell him without question and how your eyes lit up at mentioning your favorite band. he knew he did not care to cower any longer behind a fear of rejection. even though as he debated, he just stared at you, which scared you tremendously that he was judging you for what you thought was not a niche interest.

you looked at him with concern for a minute before he realized. "sorry. you are just very attractive. i fear i did not know how to respond respectfully."

you looked him slightly surprised; your eyes and mouth slightly gaped at his truth before looking back down to your computer screen and clearing your throat, "you.. look very great yourself..."

"viktor." he spoke with a sly smile. he puts out a hand before meeting yours.

upon much flirting and spending more times together, you and viktor became close and he had asked you on a date to a musical venue on campus that played a range of your favorite type of music. viktor was astonished at how he had never took the time to listen to that type before but he did learn to love it.

his highest enjoyment came when he would watch your eyes glow the very similar glint they had when you both met the second time and he loved it. viktor did not pay much attention to the actual artists at all.

viktor is by no means inexperienced. he was in his third year of college when you met him and he was attentive to say the least, meaning he knew you were not completely a virgin. it never bothered him since he would never care about something a s superficial as body count.

upon finding out you were still technically a virgin, he had no problem letting the relation wait for more of a consistency before jumping into anything. moments got heated, but he was respectful and hide his burning desire, though your whine of desperation was killing him.

"i swear on everything i will take you my sweet, but not today. i will help you in other ways."

after a few more months of dating, it was your birthday. you were mostly excited to spend it with viktor since he said he planned the whole day for you. couple massages, dinner and desert at his house. nothing topped spending time with him for your birthday, except for the fact that he had got you a signed record of your favorite band.

you cried at his kind gesture knowing that getting it signed was the hardest thing he could have done for you. you jumped into his arms, straddling him before pulling back and kissing him harder than you had ever kissed anyone. he groaned from the impact and found his hands lost in your clothes.

"im ready vik, please make me yours." you would beg him with your mouth breathing heavy against his own.

he would simply smile, "you are already mine, as i am yours but, how could i ever say no to that?"

[studyingchemeng]

I'm so tired.

[stone-cold-groove]

We need engineers.

[weirdrtvscomments]

in case anyone is struggling with deciding who they want to vote for in the RTVStan/RTVS Nation/RTVSia/RTVS Topia/RTVS Topia-Ville presidential election, i have compiled a list:

Log

Representing the Ethernet Party: “A people with 5 ping to the main server is a people that prospers.”

Will change the name to RTVS Nation

Comic books are a part of the platform

Everybody gets a free moat

Eyes that are twice as big for everyone that wants them

Offload cost to Wifi users

Working on a battery charged snack

Hypnotist is a protected class

Robloxia war veteran

Defenses are proven

Will take your ants and import more

Endorsed by: Soulja Boy, Ken Masters, Stitch 

Signature move when President: Snake Trick (no weaknesses)

Punishment for other candidates: Follow him out & about like an RPG party

Mike

Representing the Sweets & Treats Party: “I was just outside eating a sandwich.”

Orange creamsicles will be available in every store

Free Steam Deck for every American citizen

Will lower tariffs and imports on all types of sweets and treats from Canada, while raising tariffs on everything else

Most important snack is Wasabi Peas

Not very good against zoners

Why are ants so bad?

Endorsed by: 2 (anonymous), Trap Snax

Signature gimmick when President: Whenever he eats a yummy piece of candy he gets an install, which gets its own theme

Special move when President: A cool punch like Marissa from Street Fighter 6

Punishment for other candidates: Have to reach into a bin of Bean Boozled that's 90% gross ones and eat it in public in front of cameras and the press. After, push into the alligator moat. Also, Mira’s idea

Mira

Representing the Drinks & Eats party: “I was rooting around in a dumpster out back.”

Will change the name to RTVSia

One of every food and drink, free of charge

Will develop a chemical compound called “Ketracel White,” will genetically engineer ants to be dependent on it 

Endorsed by: IceFrog, Yoshi, Yoshi (from Mario), baby Yoshi (might be one and the same), Chun Lee

Signature move(s) when President: Level up system (up to 3), if she gets knocked down she loses a charge of it, gets it when she does some power up move (or something), negative edge inputs (landmine, fireball, that one thing Bison does in Street Fighter 5), install where she gets a command grab, 8-way air dash, guard impact, levels reset between rounds, invincible super (can do it on wakeup)

Punishment for other candidates: Detractors rounded up and taken into woods where they are given a knife, camera, and laptop to make a Youtube channel of them living in the woods (Ethernet in the trees)

Trog

Representing the People’s Choice Freedom Integrity Liberty Justice Prosperity Sovereign Citizen’s Ethical Governance Democratic Renewal Global Sustainability Citizens for Unity (may be part of the Lego Star Wars Party): “We’re all part of God’s nation in my eyes.”

All breakfast restaurants have to be open for lunch & dinner in addition to breakfast

THEY HAVE TO GIVE YOU A LARGE WATER WHEN YOU ASK FOR IT

Desegregate PornHub and GayTube

Everybody gets a free castle

Immediately cease all snack exports 

Will start war with Canada

Will mail a bomb if you want him to

Will double your ants and give them to the next guy OR will turn them all into 1 big ant

New category on PornHub for ants

Will build death robots and a spaceship

Will be inventing gorgons, griffins, vampires, Frankenstiens, zombies, mummies, insects, gorgon ants (small)

Endorsed by: The Sims, Captain Video, Half Life 2: Lost Coast (demo), Tobuscus

Super move when President: 1 Sphinx on every tile surrounding, +1 food, +1 culture (if next to a river, +2 food, +2 culture instead)

Theme song: Steppin’ Out by Joe Jackson

Punishment for other candidates: All other candidates have to do an embarrassing pose and gaze into Medusa’s eyes, which will turn them into stone. The statues will be put in front of the White House, where during a nation-wide celebration they will be knocked down with a wrecking ball/individually destroyed with dirty bombs

Wayneradiotv/Wayne John 

Representing the California Milk Processors Board: “Enjoy DOGh.”

Every gallon of milk will have $2,000 in it

Free PornHub premium

Any dairy product you want whenever you want it

Will attract more ants

Will rename it to Milk Nation

Pig milk Iron Fist

Endorsed by: Britney Spears, Beyonce, Rhianna, Serena Williams, Venus Williams, Shaquille O’Neal, Harrison Ford (all branded with Permanent Milk Mustache & committed their eternal lives), Batman, Mario, Spongebob

Signature move when President: Cow army that walks on their hind legs and shoot milk as projectiles

Punishment for other candidates: Mulched into feed for his cows

Things you need to rememer for the ONLY ELECTION THAT MATTERS!!!!

[wee-larceny]

Time to Orbit: Unknown liveblog Chapters 011-020

Chapters 001-010">Chapters 001-010

So recently I've been reading Time to Orbit: Unknown by @derinthescarletpescatarian who may or may not appreciate being tagged in this thing again; a sci-fi mystery you've probably heard about if you're on this webbed site. I am definitely having Thoughts about it, so I'm abandoning my uncomfortably long post for a shiny new one, and also grabbing the opportunity to organise some of those thoughts; we have 180+ chapters and any minor detail might be key. It's only getting more complicated, so let us go through unanswered questions and assorted fuckery. Mysterious, frankly bizarre, and/or outright shady behaviour exhibited by characters:

Captain Joshua Reimann: grabbed an axe and started attacking the walls. Wrecked CR1 and his own arm in the process. Died of an untreated infection. Science Officer Claire Rynn-Hatson, possibly also Science Officer Mohammed Aziz and/or Maintenance Officer Ash Dornae: did some sort of experiment involving dangerous chemicals: the experiment ended in disaster killing Rynn-Hatson on the spot and Aziz&Dornae later due to poisoning. The experiment was conducted for unknown reasons despite the lack of any available medical professionals. Captain Kinoshita Keiko: did not authorise the jettisoning of CR1 even though it cut more than half the crew off from her and made it impossible to turn fore engines on from her position. To be fair it's kind of understandable considering the number of people in there. She also died trying to move a giant, heavy crate of protein bars for some reason. Engineer Leilea Arc Hess: spilled coffee all over a keyboard and didn't clean it up. Also kept a physical calendar even though I don't think you need the AI for the calendar or timed reminders to work. The ship's AI: so many things. Didn't wake any new crewmembers when the deaths started; didn't decrease "gravity" or do anything else to save Captain Kinoshita; woke Aspen and Aspen alone when the fore engines needed turned on; needed Aspen to identify by chip even though it was the one that woke them up just a bit ago, who the fuck else would they be; is definitely lying about CR1; is definitely acting outside its parameters; other stuff probably. The organisation that sent them up here in the first place: doesn't allow personal effects which is comic-book villain behaviour. Also made the AI. Doctor Aspen Greaves: upset the bees.

My questions at this point: Why did Captain Reimann try to damage the ship? I've read Solaris, I know that sci-fi characters don't just go crazy for no reason. Why did no one treat Captain Reimann's wounds? Whose body is missing and where is it? There were only three frozen corpses for four potential dead people in the back of the ship. What is in CR1? How did the 120-something people die there? If a guy with an axe in the process of being subdued can actually cause a hull breach then that's not a spaceship I'd like to travel on. When and why was CR1 locked ? We know when it was damaged but not when it was password-locked. Which captain did it? Riemann probably didn't have the opportunity (it was still open during his rampage and I sure wouldn't have allowed him computer access after.) If it was Kinoshita, why? Why didn't the two halves of the crew reestablish contact? What killed the people at the front of the ship? What's up with the disgusting air filer? What was the experiment that killed three members of the crew? Why can't the new captain override the previous one's orders? Captain locks a door, dies, door is locked forever. That's just bad design. How did the aft engines get irreparably damaged? What happened when the ship lurched sideways? It can't have been just the rotations slowing, because that would decrease gravity unless there's a complicated science reason as to why it doesn't. There can't be a complicated science reason because Derin explains those immediately. Did the crew keep logs? If yes, read them. Current suspects:

Captain Reimann: convenient scapegoat but probably not the root of the problems. The AI: could be. Computers sometimes do stupid shit. My company had to change one of their domains once because a widely used cybersecurity AI decided that we're a phishing scam pretending to be ourselves and wouldn't let the programmers whitelist us. The organisation that launched the Courageous, whatever their name is: programmed the AI. Aspen: no, that's stupid.

[jenosbliss]

hi can I request incubus hyuck with 1,9,16 please?

pairing. fem!reader x incubus haechan | genre. suggestive | wc. 1.6k | warnings. reader is stressed, mentions of hallucinations and not explicit but implied sex towards the end

It has to be a dream or maybe you were seeing things due to the lack of sleep and tiredness or a hallucination?

“Who’s the new dude in our chem lab?” your friend shrugged busy jotting down some formulas “There’s a new guy in chem lab? I haven’t noticed. Ask Jake, he might be of help.” She said in a dismissive tone. “Okay… I will.” You mumbled.

Definitely a hallucination because no one apart from you had noticed the new boy. It was as if he was invisible to everyone but the centre of your attention. But was it really just your brain playing tricks on you?

The way his eyes lingered on you from the corner of the class a bit longer than usual or how you would always catch him staring at you and how his lips would curl up in a smirk whenever you pass by him or look in his direction. He was scary, something about him was creepy yet intriguing… somehow you found yourself drawn to this person.

The evening at the library was just the beginning…

Books were scattered haphazardly in front of you, uncapped highlighters rolling dangerously close to the edge of the table, neon sticky notes sticking to random pages like confetti. You rubbed your face in frustration, the weight of your end-semester exams pressing down on you like a suffocating blanket. Biochemistry formulas blurred together, distant and incomprehensible, no matter how hard you tried to focus.

The soft sound of wood scraping against the floor made you glance up, and your breath hitched.

There he was.

He slid into the chair across from you, his movements casual, a smirk playing on his lips. His dark eyes locked onto yours, unyielding and unnervingly confident.

“Excuse me,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “This table is occupied.”

“I’m aware,” he replied smoothly, his tone laced with sly amusement. “But there’s no seat available except this one.”

Your gaze darted around the library, searching for a nearby chair, but he wasn’t lying—the place was eerily empty, save for a couple of students in the far corner. Letting out a reluctant sigh, you nodded slightly, mumbling, “Okay…”

You tried to return to your notes, but your brain refused to cooperate. Questions buzzed around your mind, each one louder than the last. Who was he? Why was he following you? Was he even real?

It wasn’t easy to focus, especially with him sitting there, looking so effortlessly tempting. His sleeves were rolled up just enough to expose his forearms, his dark hair was pushed back messily, and the way he absentmindedly poked his tongue into his cheek made your stomach do flips.

“Like what you see?” he asked, his hushed voice breaking the silence and sending a chill down your spine.

Your eyes snapped back to your notes as you scoffed, clearing your throat in an attempt to sound unaffected. “What? What do you mean?”

“You were looking quite intently,” he said, his smirk widening, his dark gaze holding yours with unnerving intensity. “I guess you could use a break… want to get out of this library? With me?”

Your heart raced at the suggestion, but you managed to stammer, “No—I’m good. I don’t even know you.”

His eyes sparkled with something you couldn’t quite name, equal parts mischief and danger. “We’ll get to know each other, princess… on this little break.” He extended his hand toward you, the smirk never leaving his face. “I’m Haechan. Lee Haechan. From Chemical Engineering.”

You hesitated, staring at his outstretched hand. There was an inexplicable pull, an almost magnetic force urging you to take it. But before you could move, a voice called your name, pulling your attention away.

You turned to see your friend approaching, her arms loaded with books. When you turned back to Haechan, your heart dropped—he was gone.

Not a sound, not a movement. Just gone.

“Did you see a boy leave just now?” you asked, your voice trembling slightly as your friend plopped down in the seat he had occupied moments ago.

She frowned, shaking her head. “The library’s pretty much empty. Why do you ask?”

You stared at the spot where he’d been, your pulse hammering in your ears. “No reason,” you muttered, your mind reeling.

Had he even been real? “Are you okay?” You’d friend asked

You weren’t. And it wasn’t long before things got even worse.

That night, you dreamed of him.

In the dream you were back in the library, sitting at the same table, but this time, Haechan’s smirk wasn’t playful—it was predatory. His voice was smooth, teasing, wrapping around you like silk.

“You’re mine, princess,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear.

You jolted awake, heart pounding, drenched in sweat.

At first, you blamed the stress. Your exams were a week away, your sleep schedule was a disaster, and your caffeine intake was practically lethal. It had to be your brain short-circuiting.

But the dreams didn’t stop.

Every night, he was there. Sometimes he was playful, teasing you like in the library. Other times, he was darker, his presence heavy and suffocating, his touch lingering on your skin long after you woke up.

During the day, you felt his presence everywhere. A flicker of movement in the corner of your vision. The feeling of someone watching you when you were alone. And always, always, that smirk in your mind’s eye.

A week later, your roommate decided to throw a party in your shared apartment. Much to your annoyance, the music blared through the walls, laughter and chatter spilling into every corner of the space. Your small home was overrun with strangers, the kind of chaos you avoided like the plague.

But instead of joining in, you stayed in your room, determined to study despite the commotion outside. Your desk was a mess of open books and half-written notes, your focus fraying with every bass drop and muffled cheer.

You were mid-sentence, scribbling furiously in your notebook, when the door creaked open.

At first, you barely looked up, assuming it was one of the partygoers drunkenly stumbling into the wrong room. But then, the air shifted.

It was him.

Haechan leaned against the doorframe, sleeves rolled up, his dark eyes locked onto you with that maddeningly familiar smirk.

“Get out,” you snapped, standing so fast your chair scraped against the floor. “What the hell are you doing here? Get out!”

He didn’t move. If anything, his smirk deepened. Instead of retreating, he stepped inside and shut the door behind him with a deliberate click.

“Yell at me again,” he said, his voice a low, dangerous drawl, “and I’ll give you a real reason to scream.”

You froze, your breath catching as he advanced slowly, his movements calculated, his presence suffocating.

“You’re not real,” you whispered, your back hitting the wall as you tried to put distance between you. “You’re just—just a hallucination or something.”

Haechan chuckled, the sound dark and knowing. “If that’s what helps you sleep at night, princess.” He stopped a few feet away, tilting his head as his piercing gaze bored into yours. “But we both know the truth. I’m real. And I’m here because you need me.”

His words sent an involuntary shiver down your spine. “I don’t need you,” you said, though the tremor in your voice betrayed your conviction.

“It's time to stop lying to ourselves.” he murmured, taking another step closer. “You’ve felt it, haven’t you? That pull. That need. It’s not just me—it’s you.”

Your breath hitched when his hand came up, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. His touch was impossibly warm, his fingertips grazing your cheek like fire against ice.

“You’re tired of fighting it,” he said softly, his thumb trailing gently along your jawline. “So stop. Let me in.”

You wanted to push him away, to scream at him to leave, but the pull he talked about was real. It was magnetic, unrelenting, and no matter how hard you tried to resist, you couldn’t.

“Haechan,” you whispered, his name slipping from your lips like a confession.

He smiled, but this time it wasn’t his usual smirk. It was softer, darker, dripping with intent. “That’s my girl.”

In one swift motion, he closed the distance between you, his lips brushing against yours. The kiss was gentle at first, almost teasing, but it quickly deepened, possessive and consuming. His hands slipped to your waist, pulling you closer, and you couldn’t help but melt into him, every thought slipping from your mind as his touch consumed you.

The very thought of submission was chilling to you but here you were doing everything he said as if you didn’t have a mind of yours and were being controlled by him. When he asked you to undress you did without hesitation, when he pushed you on the bed you let him. You let him have his way with you, intoxicated by him.

The rest of the night blurred into sensations you couldn’t begin to describe. His presence was overwhelming, inescapable, yet for reasons you couldn’t understand, you didn’t want to escape.

In the quiet aftermath, as the party raged on outside your door, you realized one thing: Haechan wasn’t just in your dreams anymore.

He was here. And he wasn’t leaving. This wasn’t the end.

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