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court-jobi · 9 months ago

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Runner's High

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Pairing: Pro-Hero!Midoriya x reader (fem!Pro-Hero Reader)

Words: 2.5k

Rating: M | 18+ (begone, young heroes- Allmight is watching...)

Warnings: FOREPLAY (mostly kissing & touching), no piv, shower spicy times, Izuku is Foreplay King, pet names, post-mission stress relief, sweet fluffy times, married shenanigans ensue~

Summary:

How Izuku watched the news religiously almost every evening and still wasn’t tired of hero work after a long day of teaching it, you truly couldn’t fathom– especially since he's dipping back into action himself these days! Though now as you are currently the feature of a televised villain chase alongside his oldest friend, you completely understood his fervor tonight of all nights. He pays you a love-filled congratulations on a job well done~ “Want me to run a shower for you? Get you all cleaned up, relaxed, and back in your waiting man’s arms?” “You better not let me out of these arms unless it’s to get these clothes off.” “I can take care of that too, love. First things first~”

A/N: Spicy Deku lovin' on his pro-hero wife~ that's the fic

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“Honey!!” Izuku’s mop of green hair whirls around from where he’s been crouched at your coffee table, rushing around the furniture to meet you, “They just finished coverage, I saw the whole thing!!”

Despite your initially quiet entry into the house, you knew a calm ‘welcome home’ wasn’t possible with your darling spouse around.

Kicking off against your initial lock of the door, you push yourself up and meet his enthusiastic steps with confident strides up into his waiting arms. He squeezes you tight as you breathe deeply for the first time all night, as he praises you for an excellent job well done.

Ushing and gushing over you is standard business for Izuku, but when you respond to any kind of big heavy-hitting emergency, you’d best be prepared for a glowing lecture of how incredible you were. In detail. With footnotes.

All you can do is listen on to the praise-fueled rant and moan contentedly as he sways you in place, happy to stay in his space and never leave. You changed clothes at the relief zone, but wanting to get home to your husband meant you rushed the normal cleanup. Anything to expedite your departure and keep your runner’s high at the forefront of your mind. The debrief paperwork would be due by the start of business tomorrow: and that’s what the morning commute is for.

Izuku chuckles as you nuzzle him back in order to conveniently shut him up a little… but his chirps become even more surprised when your kisses grow firmer, more revved, with more nibble into each taste.

In your force, you’ve backed him up to the end of your dining table, his rear end hitting it with a small thud. Once he’s cushioned your joint collision with the wood surface, he’s freed up his hands to run the length of you in response.

Izuku’s always been this way– most sated when you’re home, even when he knows you’ve been successful in a fight. He just rests better knowing you’re back safe and sound and without a scratch on you. Given his previous and gratuitous ‘fighting strategies’, any day you come home unscathed is an extra dollop on the ‘win’ cake.

And don’t you just give off the impression of a treat, yourself. Dressed in a ‘Deku’ pullover and a winning smile is the perfect ensemble on you.

As you lean into every one of his touches and even go so far as to straddle a leg of his, Izuku holds you still for a second, and takes a deep inhale.

“Hm...You smell like Kacchan.”

Part of your finishing move tonight featured a combo with none other than ‘Dynamight’, where you partnered up back to back and utilized your powers in full force- and in close quarters.

While it’s a keen observation on his part, that comment turns up your nose. Burnt sugar and gasoline don’t exactly make an appealing mix to you.

“Ugh I know. Need’ta shower, sorry.”

“No, it’s ok! I don't mind it,” Izuku is quick to say and quicker to run his hands up and down your back. “I’m used to it, you know that! Just been a while since it’s uh– I’ve smelt it this strong.”

You rolled your eyes. Only he could idolize Katsuki Bakugou in this way, even as he’s recalling memories when he was on the receiving end of said hero’s blasts, back in training. Never once has Bakugou held back in practice or in gametime; he’d consider it an offense if you were to ever bring anything less than your best to the table; so go beyond, you did.

But Izuku assures that he doesn’t think the combination of that heady scent is repulsive on you. Quite the opposite.

“It’s proof that you worked hard; you both did what you had to do. You saved the day, my love~”

You never get tired of hearing that. As a support hero, it's a largely thankless job. When you are acknowledged, it's usually en masse with other heroes like you from a grandstand: ‘without whom none of this is possible’.

But to come from your man, who holds you in such high esteem no matter your hero ranking, it’s the only kind of praise you need. After tonight’s showdown, you might have very well proved yourself to Bakugou as well, but it’s not like he’d ever admit it to your face.

You leave it to Izuku alone: who makes it his job to build you up everyday.

“You saved everyone. N’ hey- you’re my hero now, aren't you? All mine, for the rest of the night~” he speaks the claim as truth.

A happy-hearted sigh leaves you under the full grasp of his attention.

“Yeah…But if it’s all the same to you, I’d rather smell like you, not a pomeranian with bomb sweat and- ahhh- ah– anger issues...”

Kneading -and needy- hands rub your lower back muscles expertly and grab a handful of your ass while they’re at it.

Izuku kisses the sliver of your neck that’s just barely exposed; an excuse to offer his relaxation plan to you,

“M’yeah? Want me to run a shower for you? Get you all cleaned up, relaxed, and back in your waiting man’s arms?”

Tightening your hold, tugging him down his sweatshirt by the drawstring, you whisper back to him, “You better not let me out of these arms unless it’s to get these clothes off.”

Izuku smirks but not without an excited shudder– still unable to shake your forwardness even months after you’ve married. Just as you’ve done for him when he’s come back from a tireless night on patrol, he kneels to start on your boots.

“I can take care of that too, love. First things first~”

He takes the greatest care when handling you- from every latch, button, and tie as part of your hero getup. Each element is what protects you, so he treats it with appreciation. He’s also extremely knowledgeable about how best to maintain each support item– slowing down to stow each piece away properly, where you’d normally rush through taking it off in favor of getting yourself out of work-mode.

The change in pace is meant to subliminally teach you how to do it better, but you honestly love the special attention he spares to even your accessories, and claim an angelic ‘I like the way you do it’ to get out of the task entirely.

You’ll blame the adrenaline on it later, or maybe the power high you’re on from receiving more than a fair share in tonight’s mission success you didn’t typically get from the media…in either case, you feel on top of the world- and fully intended to carry that energy home, where Izuku alone will benefit.

Sometimes you’ll chat away, while other times find you too tired to say anything at all… but here and now, you can’t help but let the tongue and your hands wander.

To thank Izuku for this and all other efforts he makes to your benefit, you take advantage of this angle. From the moment you’re propping your foot up on his bent thigh in order for him to unlace you, he’s an easy target: he goes near brainless when you stroke through his hair while he carries on with a job, so you do just that.

One long, smooth scratch along his scalp, and Izuku’s cheeks lift at the touch- until his face goes slack altogether at your words:

“They don’t make ‘em like you anymore, y’know that?” you sigh down to him, “My sweet boy…”

A little sound escapes him, soothed for a moment, until he doubles down and whines low in his chest,

“Aww, don’t do that..”

Testing his limits, you settle on thumbing along his cheek instead, “Why not, baby?”

“This is s’possed to be ‘bout you..”

“Who says this isn’t for me?” you try for a scratch along the nape of his neck instead; it bears the same heavy-lidded result. “You’re who I work hard for at the end of the day, after all~”

Your husband gawks up at you, turning the tables on him so quickly. He shouldn’t be surprised because you were always so sweet on him… but it’s a show of his resolve how he shakes his freckled face at you with a knowing smirk and pats your other leg to switch sides.

Someday you might win in the battle of who can outdo one another in love, but Mr. Midoriya seems to be winning this one. Must be because you’ve exerted enough for one day and he has one up on you– that’s the excuse you’ll cling to, that is.

It’s not like he’s unaffected by you, however. What he will do is carry you off to the bathroom like you’re weightless with stars in his eyes, runs hot water while kissing every inch of skin he exposes.. and when he gets to your back, light sheen of caramel-y sweat exposed in its fullest, he finds himself wiping it off with particular prejudice before you can even step into the shower to wash it off completely. Makes you giggle, how funny he takes your word so seriously; he will get that smell off of you if you want it gone, dammit.

Seems there was a purpose to it after all, because in your mirrored reflection you catch sight of Izuku lapping up at the spot once offending you as it doubles now as pleasure. Sweetly and gently toying the line between being at your service and keeping you all to himself.

It’s a dance you love and are addicted to- especially knowing that this behavior out of your normally shy and doting sweetheart comes from a place of complete adoration and attraction to how capable and competent you are. That reciprocated oath is what you promised each other: to uplift and protect each other’s hearts, minds, and souls above all else~

Actions follow his promised words; Izuku knows nothing of half measures.

He’s barely letting you stand under the stream of water without his hands or lips on you, washing you up and taking extra care with every crease and crevice… until of course you feel an extra wave of satisfaction when he gets analytical of your capture mission, and put you right back on the edge of jumping his bones:

Only he could turn hero commentary into steamy shower talk~ and you love it.

“Y’know just when I think I know your tells… knees tucking in on your bike, making it change to your size.. squaring up, leaning into a curve- you still come up with these out-of-the-box ideas...”

It’s up to you to get your hair washed, since his attentions are squarely set elsewhere.

“Maximizing your output using another power source in your rear engines -siphoning Kacchan’s firepower like that-, gosh, that's… that's inspired! And not even straying an inch from your trajectory? I-I don't know how you do it, honey~”

Heavens, he’d better stop with this. Then again, do you really want him to? He’s so considerate, even now as he’s breaking down what he loved most about watching you while his hands busy themselves with that favorite sugar scrub of yours.

It’s about your skill, not just confidence. Your reasoning, not just the pared-down version you have to minimize for the press in order to not seem self-absorbed or take too much of their time. You might sum up your work in a more palatable way for the public when interviewed as you were and keep the conversation mission-based; Deku here knows full well that’s at the center of why you work as a hero! But beneath all that, listing out each of the things you know you put into plan and executed -minutiae that you spare the reporters on site- is a whole other level of attentiveness.

No one knows you like ‘Zuku does. No statistician can catch those little moves, knowing you’ve put thought and training into every one. No bystander or fan adores you like he can, praising you the minute you come home as a gesture more meaningful than just to flatter you.

Izuku means to be your partner in everything; to be your anchor and the wind in your sails. When he can’t be alongside you in a mission together, he’s damn sure to be there the moment you can share space again.

And even when things go sideways and bear down on you harder than you anticipated– his tune doesn’t change. He’s still proud of you. To an immense and immovable degree. The way in which you try your best doesn’t change, so why would his opinion of you fall away? He would still collect you up in his embrace and take care of you in the same fashion with the same promises of support, rain or shine.

Izuku whispers gently as he takes the showerhead completely off the wall to rinse you– the stream is directed squarely between your shoulder blades, exactly where you like it…

“Your talent,” he continues, “that strength comin’ out of nowhere…” down your back, lower and lower as your wits tread on a thin wire– “You, baby, are nothing short of striking, and creative a-and-”

“And turned on as fuck-” you push him back into the wall with a hard kiss.

Izuku drops the showerhead completely with a touch of concern to what it’s done to your tub lining– before you override his attention span, that is. Hands into his dampened hair, you show him what his eye for your strengths means to you.

And damn him, when you do give him room for breath– he’s smirking.

“So says the girl who swears Kacchan is ‘not rubbing off on her’.”

He pokes fun at your atypical foul mouth, but you kiss that smirk off him anyway.

“Gimme a break,” you moan into his space, “You’ve been out of practice with him for a few years. Get an earful of his rants in your ear day in and day out, and see if you don’t start cussing up a storm.”

“I seemed to make it ok the first twenty years of my life. My baby must really be tired, thenNNN!!.”

An exploratory hand crept down and teased right along Izuku’s happy trail.

“Not that tired, Mr. Midoriya. Now if you do not take me to that bed in the next ten seconds, I swear I am going to explode.”

So up you go into his arms, over his shoulder and deposited onto the bed a bit more rough and playful than normal– soaked to the bone without a care for grabbing a towel on his way out. He sure aims to please.

You shriek in laughter, at least until you feel him yank you to the bed’s edge– to his waiting mouth.

“Proud of you, honey… lemme show you how much, hm?”

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rubyvroom · 18 days ago

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Fascism does have a logic. The issue is liberals are used to empirical, correspondence versioms of truth through discourse. So to find a truth we test for the objective, "out there", truth, an objective thing that truth measures. This is not truth to fascists. Truth is a verb. There is no "out there" truth to fascists. It is a mythic view of the world, reincorporated through the lense on instrumental logic. Long story short, the world exists as a struggle for power of different groups. The creation of group purity, destiny, providence, the essential character of their group, is what the myth centers around. So truth is power. Whatever brings more power, more domination, more humiliation for their opponents, is truth. The reason they attack institutions is that institutions create a knowledge framework that structures reality. They do not, fundamentally, believe in objective truth, so institutions that create science are in service of some group's power. The knowledge they produce is not the result of nonfalsifiability, it is a performance to further the ends of... big pharma, liberals, minorities, lgbtq people? Whomever, a degenerate group that is not them. So they play the same trick against every institution. They use the rules and taboos and good faith against them. So they accuse the institition of breaking its most fundamental taboos, not being empirical, not accepting heterodox views, being schills for interest groups etc. The group then tries to engage in good faith, and fascists use this as a toehold into the institution. Playing the victim of persecution, they claim to just want "open discourse". They slowly turn public opinion against the institution, and garner concessions. But fascists pantomine the liberal game without ever conceeding anything. And eventually, the perception created of a corrupt institution leads to a complete usurpation by the fascists. They then laugh as they purge any remaining scientists at the weak naivety of assuming they were themselves bound by scruples of fair play. The goal is attained, the husk of the institution now uses its language, its conceptual frameworks, its appearance to produce fascist knowledge. Truth is the ability to frame reality this way. It is why they don't mind when Trump lies. They fucking love it. Why? Because he is *producing truth*. He says "the gays have made technology to rain men from the skies, it's raining men!" Then the media for a week runs breathless coverage, liberals are outraged, the Republican party all immediately starts saying it is obviously true but also he was kidding. The New York Times launders it into normality by going to excruciating lengths to make it coherent in a liberal framework. "Trump Claims a Heightened Risk of Airline Collisions" is their headline. The immense power demonstrated, the histrionics of their enemy, the bending of reality around the statement, is to a fascist a more pure truth than any experiment. They are nihilists. There are no principles beyond gaining power and humiliating and hurting opponents. Certainly this is delusional from a liberal, Enlightenment perspective, but it does carry its own rationality. They have been trained by capitalism to function as consumers, not citizens, and they choose their products based on what feels empowering and gives them purpose. Fascism is the aesthetization of politics. Everything revolves around spectacle, perfromance, simulation. It is clownish because it is all based on television hyperbole, politics is a soap opera, Graham Hancock bases himself off what a regular person imagines an archealogist does. They are, in a very real way in our postmodern hellscape more true than true. They are the simulacrum of the things they signify. Trump is how Americans imagine politics. Authority, bravado, dick wagging, expertise is for nerds.

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witch-hazels-musings · 9 months ago

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hello hazel !

can i request a curse ritual for diluc with graveyard dirt, black tourmaline, and hellebore?

Graveyard Dirt (loss, grief), Black Tourmaline (safety, shielding), Hellebore (anger, wrath) Diluc x gn anemo reader | Curse Ritual warning: physical fighting (battle scene), mentions of blood, Diluc uses a Delusion, mentions of bodies, lots of flame mentions (reader is injured)

"Where is he?" you asked but the eyes that stared back at you were hollow, empty. Another reaction was set off somewhere behind the wall you were using for coverage. "Hey, look at me." You cupped their dirty face and they met your gaze. "Where did he go?"

With a weak arm, they pointed to the right and you took no time waiting. Something cut the stone above you, shards of Geo raining down onto your head. You dropped to a knee, waited, listened, then ran again.

That bastard, you thought as you dashed through the swarm of engaged bodies all hoping to come out of the encounter alive. A member of your resistance slid across the ground in front of you, their head slamming into the worn dirt, eyes rolling into the darkness of their bloodied head. You cursed.

They weren't responsive when you reached them. Even with several slaps on their cheek, they continued to lay there, lifeless. Swift footsteps alerted you that someone was approaching - fast. You twisted and used the body of your comrade to stabilize yourself as a Fatui assailant brought their weapon down toward you.

The collision rattled your bones. You winced.

The skirmisher lept back and you capitalized on their retreat by sending a wave of Anemo toward them. It set them off balance which made it easy for you to craft slicing blades of wind at their tripping feet. The skirmisher retaliated with blasts of Pyro, and each one passed by you with violent heat.

Desperate to end this encounter, you called on your vision, and from nothing, daggers made of heated wind appeared around you in a vicious halo as you barreled toward them, sword positioned to strike.

The skirmisher crumbled at the onslaught, unprepared for the slew of biting slices that cut them to shreds. The wind died down and with it rose the cry of countless other battles. But one stood out among the rest - and you ran to it.

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You stood at the top of a shallow cliff, frozen, petrified by the sight before you.

Where once lush, green fields stretched, now only charred earth and limp bodies remained. And before them was a lone fighter blanketed in flames.

Diluc.

He was nearly unrecognizable in the torrent. He moved like an unrestrained fireball. Bounced off one enemy, then another until nothing was left of them except dust and ash. From his back, black, crackling wings propelled him forward straight into booming Electro and biting Cryo. The world became scared while you watched on in horror.

Go.

Go -- Go -- GO!

Slipping on the loose stone, you pivoted and ran down the edge of the cliff. The fight raged on, consumed whatever got too close. The ground trembled as the Cryo skirmisher fell into the black while licking flames covered their body.

You called out to Diluc but he couldn't hear you. Not now.

The Electro skirmisher used his weapon as a shield but screeching wings sliced through their defenses. Even at this distance, you could feel the heat. It made your throat dry, burned your lungs with every inhale, stung your eyes, and seared your skin. But you pushed forward.

"Diluc!" you called but the walking barrage trudged forward, uninterested. It seemed nothing could rouse the man beneath red and rage. In the middle, somewhere faint, was a flicker of purple - a light so minuscule you wondered if it was a trick. And then you remembered -

He promised.

He promised not to use -

You ran faster.

Using your Anemo, you pried your way through the heat, letting it push you forward while Diluc's wrath shoved you back. You screamed for him but the blistering air dried the words on your tongue. The glove on your outstretched hand peeled away so you brought your Anemo closer to protect your skin.

The purple light flickered.

All you had to do was reach it.

With the last bit of strength you held, you grasped the Delusion with battered fingers, ripped it free, and tossed it behind you. The disconnection made Diluc rage. He screamed in a way so painful it took all your willpower not to run back to the device and press it against his chest. He writhed and pivoted with desperate, searching eyes for the power you stole from him. Flames leaked from every part of him, pushed outward in pyres of confusion, anger, and fear, but you held on. Coiling yourself around his neck, you hid his face in your chest and willed him to the ground.

"Come back," you begged, voice crackling like forgotten wood. "Don't let them win. Fight it - fight!" You called on your Anemo and let it swallow the two of you in its torrent. "Come back to me."

The air coiled around you and slowly expanded until, finally, the flames were quelled in a frenzied explosion.

Diluc's body felt limp and heavy, and you struggled to keep him upright. The two of you pitched to the right but before you landed on the ashen ground, his hand slammed into the grey soil keeping you both steady.

Diluc's arm wrapped around your back, his fingers dug into your muscles as he pressed his face into the crook of your neck.

"I have you," you whispered into his hair and he repositioned so he could hold you against him until he stopped trembling.

Thaumaturgy Anthology (October 11-13, 2024)

This event is based on spells and rituals. Inspiration does not equal understanding; liberties have been taken. All content is owned by Witch Hazels Musings, theft of these images and stories will result in immediate action.

#hazel events #thaumaturgy event #genshin impact #genshin impact event #diluc angst #diluc ragnvindr #diluc x reader #genshin diluc #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact angst

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random-random-things · 6 months ago

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Well the insurance saga is over (probably, I'm still getting a trickle of calls from agents). Decided to ultimate just use the gas beater and my current insurance to DoorDash. I don't care if it only has third party liability while on an order. It's falling apart as it is and I really don't care what happens to it. Going to use the electric car with Lyft still. They extend comprehensive coverage if my own insurance has it. And the gas beater is too old for Lyft anyways.

I'm 12 emails in with one insurance agent and 5 emails and a phone call with another. 12 email guy got me two quotes and I had the unfortunate news of telling him that he didn't quite understand me and that the policies he offered didn't cover what I asked for. Phone guy thought the ride share gap insurance would work until I pointed out exactly what it covered and what I needed. He read the legalese and was "Oh, you're right. That doesn't work." He's now supposedly going through all the possible endorsements to find one that does work

#the insurance saga #i'm kind of disappointed with the insurance industry tbh #there's enough people out there doing this that there should be a package to add for the collision/comprehensive coverage I want #That and the fact DoorDash doesn't supply the coverage I want either #It's just been an annoying process

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fuck-customers · 5 months ago

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I work auto insurance and I'm actually very comfortable and happy with my job (beats retail by MILES), but I really feel that agents don't do a good enough job at all explaining our policies to our customers. Or they just buy their coverage willy nilly thinking it covers everything without actually reading the policy language.

"Why is an aftermarket part written on the estimate?" Because it is in our policy, our signed contract you agreed to, that used or aftermarket parts may be in our estimates.

"I paid insurance for years and you're denying my claim?" Sir you've only been paying LIABILITY coverage for years. We're denying payments for your vehicle damages because you do not carry comprehensive or collision coverage. This should have been made clear when you bought your policy.

"Why do I have to pay my deductible when I'm not at fault?" No where in your policy does it say we will automatically waiver your deductible if we find you not at-fault. We'll attempt to subrogate and reimburse you later.

"Why am I being charged for rental?" Because in our policy, and also repeated to you while setting the reservation, your rental assistance ends when your vehicle repairs are completed. You were notified by the shop that your vehicle was ready for nearly a week and you still had not returned the rental.

"I can't pay the deductible to the shop right now!" It's also in our policy that by taking your vehicle in for repairs, you must be responsible for paying your deductible to the body shop once the repairs are complete. If you couldn't afford the deductible, you should have let us know so we could work out other options before your scheduled to have your repais done. If the shop decides to withhold the release of your vehicle because they don't have your deductible, that's between you and the shop to work out.

Last one: "What do you mean my rental and collision are separate coverage?" Ma'am....

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echolocati0n-art · 1 month ago

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almost died in a car crash yesterday 😭

summary: I found an injured bird in my yard and I drove it to a local wildlife care center. but on the turn I needed to make into said care center, I didn't remember if the turn I needed to make was the right one, and so my brain short circuted (+ speed + I had one hand on the wheel the other on the box the bird was in and it was trying to escape). My car very quickly hit the guardrail and was pressed against it so much that the crash looked like a long distance couple who hadnt seen eachother in a year and were now liplocked freaky style.

I literally just got my license 3 weeks ago and this was a horrible lapse in judgement. but I learned a valuable life lesson: dont hit guardrails head on at 50 mph.

so uh I didn't have collision coverage and I move out in 3 weeks which I need a car for. Any and all support on my paypal, cashapp, kofi, store, etc would be highly appreciated 😭 thought posting it online would be worth a shot

support me here

heres the stupid ass bird i took a picture of. its a european starling i believe

Someone took the bird to the wildlife care center for me whilst I waited at the scene of the accident. From what I saw it survived the crash but I have yet to hear an update!

#car crash #crowdfunding #is that the right tag to use #idk how this stuff works on tumblr #send me money #why is this a tag LMAO #give me money #sure whatever im just throwing on whatever tags work

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fruitseason · 3 months ago

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The RMS Titanic hit the iceberg 113 years ago today and sank early the next morning and I’m here as a lifeboat truther

One of the easiest and most common critiques of the ship’s design is that there were not enough lifeboats for everyone on board. While undoubtedly a tragedy that augmented the loss of life, it’s a critique that gained traction through both the bias of hindsight and through people taking a (reasonable, but not fair) modern view of ocean liner safety.

Lifeboats today are metal full coverage boats that look like miniature subs. You can launch them into choppy seas and they (plus the liner itself) have modern GPS and communication devices that make the odds of a boat getting picked up much higher, in less time and in worse conditions than the Titanic suffered.

In the Edwardian era, this experience was not so. In addition to ships being slower and navigating via compass and sextant, the safest option was - unless absolutely dire - to stay on the boat.

Passengers get caricatured as overconfident and snobby, not wanting to go into cold night air at the loss of their life - but boarding a lifeboat was often a higher risk than staying aboard and waiting. A lifeboat was easily capsized, set adrift, lost in rough waters, or sucked into the sinking ship and/or a propeller. The water, famously, was also freezing.

Harland & Wolff tried to design the Titanic to be its own lifeboat, and they did so by building the ship above and beyond the safety standards of the time - and by planning for risks that they were aware of. To ‘be its own lifeboat’ the Titanic had 16 watertight compartments, where several could be broached and fill with water, but reach an equilibrium point that would allow the ship to stay afloat and wait for rescue.

The designers were building a ship and not a submarine; so while not wholly watertight, the design with the compartments and the double bottom would’ve kept the ship afloat for hours if not days in functionally all scenarios except the freak accident that happened - Titanic could’ve stayed afloat with 4 compartments compromised, the iceberg opened 5.

The Titanic was designed for collisions, groundings, storm damage, fire risk, air circulation, really every plausible event that had happened to ships in the past. It was on a common sailing route where other ships knew its location. Hitting an iceberg, sustaining damage to both the double bottom and opening five compartments to water is such a statistically unlikely occurrence it made no sense to plan for. It’s a tragedy because of this; it’s really just horrendous luck. Everything that needed to go wrong, from the phase of the moon to the fantastic-but-not-flawless design, did.

Removing the sufficient number of lifeboats is widely believed to be purely aesthetic, but that is due to 1997 film Titanic, which is fiction and not a source. The use of the lifeboats was fairly regarded by the ship’s designers as an absolute last resort, and the ship was reasonably constructed to have every other plausible safety measure in place so it need not get to the point where they were needed. Every other safety measure just failed.

#fruitseason #titanic #rms titanic #shipwreck

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spacetimewithstuartgary · 21 days ago

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New SpaceTime out Friday

SpaceTime 20250613 Series 28 Episode 71

Galaxy clusters on a collision course

Astronomers have captured a rare cosmic event in which two massive galaxy clusters have which have already collided with each other are now poised to head back for another swipe.

NASA switches to backup systems on Psyche

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SpaceTime covers the latest news in astronomy & space sciences.

The show is available every Monday, Wednesday and Friday through your favourite podcast download provider or from www.spacetimewithstuartgary.com

SpaceTime is also broadcast through the National Science Foundation on Science Zone Radio and on both i-heart Radio and Tune-In Radio.

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SpaceTime -- A brief history

SpaceTime is Australia’s most popular and respected astronomy and space science news program – averaging over two million downloads every year. We’re also number five in the United States. The show reports on the latest stories and discoveries making news in astronomy, space flight, and science. SpaceTime features weekly interviews with leading Australian scientists about their research. The show began life in 1995 as ‘StarStuff’ on the Australian Broadcasting Corporation’s (ABC) NewsRadio network. Award winning investigative reporter Stuart Gary created the program during more than fifteen years as NewsRadio’s evening anchor and Science Editor. Gary’s always loved science. He was the dorky school kid who spent his weekends at the Australian Museum. Gary studied astronomy at university and was invited to undertake a PHD in astrophysics, but instead focused on a career in journalism and radio broadcasting. His radio career stretches back some 34 years including 26 at the ABC. Gary’s first gigs were spent as an announcer and music DJ in commercial radio, before becoming a journalist, and eventually joining ABC News and Current Affairs. He was part of the team that set up ABC NewsRadio and became one of its first on air presenters. When asked to put his science background to use, Gary was appointed Science Editor and quickly developed the StarStuff Astronomy shgw, which he wrote, produced, and hosted. The program proved extremely popular, consistently achieving 9 per cent of the national Australian radio audience -- based on the ABC’s Nielsen ratings survey figures for the five major Australian metro markets: Sydney, Melbourne, Brisbane, Adelaide, and Perth. That compares to the ABC’s overall radio listenership of 5.6 per cent. The StarStuff podcast was published on line by ABC Science -- achieving over 1.3 million downloads annually. However, after some 20 years, the show finally wrapped up in December 2015 following ABC funding cuts, and a redirection of available finances to increase sports and horse racing coverage. Rather than continue with the ABC, Gary resigned so that he could keep the show going independently. StarStuff was rebranded as “SpaceTime”, with the first episode broadcast in February 2016. Over the years, SpaceTime has grown, more than doubling its former ABC audience numbers and expanding to include new segments such as the Science Report -- which provides a wrap of general science news, weekly skeptical science features, special reports looking at the latest computer and technology news, and Skywatch – which provides a monthly guide to the night skies. The show is published three times a week (every Monday, Wednesday and Friday) and it’s available from the United States National Science Foundation on Science Zone Radio, and through both i-heart Radio and Tune-In Radio.

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