#EHouse

[disarmluna]

[reminder-that]

120hz droning is such an incredibly soothing sound, physically and mentally. It's the sound of power, the sound of light, the sound of warmth and shelter and support.

[glowingreverie]

weather too hot....can't write in the peace of my room unless i wanna melt...

[delightfullygiddy]

ive never felt the paralyzing dull grip of executive dysfunction more than i have now.

[vamprenn]

Need some kid on their iPad to make me mad on roblox so I can Ebreak and enter into their Ehouse

[40steps]

this is like the worst thing that couldve ahppened i was thinking yesterday that i need to stop being so paranoid over it happening cuz it hasnt happened very often for like two years 😭😭😭😭 literally fuck my life

every time i buy food with my money i get scared someones gonna take it and try to hide it really well so this doesnt happen. yesterday i didnt do this as i genuinely trusted it would be fine as my food hadnt been taken for a few months and you guys will literally never fucking guess what happened

[lockandkeyhyena]

going into the whit ehouse is literally why he had to leave house. kutner died for gay marriage

KUTNER DIES??????? oh my god but thats hilarious i. i have to pick house back up now.

[jellogram]

Objective: make mac n cheese while drunk without hurting myself or burning th ehouse down

[dullahandyke]

wish we had naan in th ehouse but we dont. being meguca is sufffeing

[isefyres-archive]

𝕻𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖊𝖘;

Lady Samantha Tarly. known as Lady Sam, was a member of House Tarly who wed first Lord Ormund Hightower and later his son, Lord Lyonel Hightower. She was the founder of the Bank of Oldtown. Lord Lyonel initially reacted angrily to the Sea Snake's offer, but Samantha allegedly persuaded her step-son to agree to the Corlys's terms by allowing Lyonel to seduce her and promising to marry him if he made peace. Dance Era. Canon.

Lady Liane Vance. is a noblewoman of House Vance of Wayfarer's Rest. She is the eldest daughter of the heir of Wayfarer's Rest, Ser Karyl Vance. Liane's grandfather, Lord Vance, dies at the battle below the Golden Tooth. As the new heir of the House, Liane searches for alliances against the Westerland forces. Song Era. Semi Canon.

Lady Isis Dalt. Isis is the brother of both the current Lord of Lemonwood and Andrey Dalt, his heir. Isis is a dedicated dancer and has created hier own company of dance to entertain at Sunspear to the emboys as well during parties. Isis unlike many Dornish women, claims to still be a maiden. Song Era. OC.

Lord Andrey Dalt. called Drey by his friends, is a knight of House Dalt. He is the brother and heir of Ser Deziel Dalt, the Knight of Lemonwood. Andrey has been a close friend of Princess Arianne Martell, daughter of Doran, Prince of Dorne, since childhood. Andrey is part of Princess Arianne Martell's conspiracy aiming to crown Princess Myrcella Baratheon as Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. Song Era, Canon.

Lady Dalia Vaith. Only daughter of Lord Daeron Vaith, the Lord of the Red Dunes, she is the current heir to the Dunes. Close to House Allyrion, Dalia's father wants to marry her to one of the Allyrion sons to join the ehouses and create a stronghold. Lady Dalia does not like the idea and spends her days flirting with other men. Her first kiss as she claims, ws with the much older Oberyn Martell as a birthday request. Song Era OC.

Lord Tremond Gargalen. is the Lord of Salt Shore and the head of House Gargalen. Lord Tremond is among the Dornish nobles who accompany Prince Oberyn Martell to King's Landing for the wedding of Joffrey I Baratheon. With no living heirs as they died during the Rebellion, Tremond travels to King's Landing to get his niece Elinor Tyrell to become his new heir apparent causing trouble among House Tyrell.

Ser Hallis Mollen. called Hal, is a member of the household guard of Lord Eddard Stark at Winterfell. During the battle in the Whispering Wood, Hallis personally commands the guards protecting Catelyn, after asking for the honor. He travels North now through side walks with the remains of Ned Stark bones and whatever remains of his belongings, he goes to pledge himself to Jon Snow. Song Era. Canon.

Lord Erren Florent. is knight of House Florent, the son of Ser Ryam Florent and brother to Selyse and Imry. Erren is brother-in-law to Stannis Baratheon. After the death of Renly Baratheon beneath Storm's End, Ser Erren and Ser Parmen Crane were sent by Stannis Baratheon to Bitterbridge to retrieve the better part of Renly's army, made up of foot soldiers. Ser Erren and Ser Parmen were captured by the Tyrells at Bitterbridge. He remains captured in Highgarden. Song Era. Canon.

Raynald Westerling is a knight from House Westerling, the eldest son and heir of Lord Gawen Westerling and Lady Sybell Spicer. Raynald is part of the entourage of Robb Stark, King in the North, when he returns to Riverrun from the westerlands, having married Raynald's sister, Jeyne. Raynald grew close to Robb and regarded him as a brother. Raynald tried to free Grey Wind during the Red Wedding, Raynald's body was not identified among the thousand corpses afterward, but his trail of blood led to the river's steps. Song Era. Canon.

Queen Doweger Jeyne Westerling. is the eldest daughter of Lord Gawen Westerling and Lady Sybell Spicer. During the westerlands expedition of Robb, now the King in the North, his army storms the Crag, the ancestral keep of House Westerling. Since Robb is wounded by an arrow, Jeyne's mother, Sybell, and uncle, Ser Rolph Spicer, encourage the girl to nurse the Young Wolf. Comforting the young man, the two have a night together and marry due to her honor. Jeyne was unaware of her mother's complot to kill Robb but was aware of her giving her moontea, due to stop drinking it, Jeyne is now pregnant. Song Era. Canon.

[jellynardo]

Someone is playing Sweet Home Alabama in th ehouse.

[kurokoros]

hey i hope ur doing good! i think you're a writer of one of my favourite fics, "into the flames". If not, my sincere apologies! if you are though, omg its seriously one of my most favourite things i've read ever and i truly read parts of it over and over again depending on my mood, including just reading the whole thing over sometimes! The relationship in it is sooooo mature and well developed and well done, it seriously amazes me, and in my own mind, it's how i'd like any future relationships to act like! and the horror of it is very very real, one of the first times i've felt real fear from a fic! the idea of something using my voice and sounding like me to lure me out of th ehouse is sooooo terrible and scary and freaky and omg its just such an excellent story! if it is you, then omg, i have so much more to say about that fic, and if its not my sincere apologies and i hope you have a great week regardless!

Hello hello! Yes, into open flames is my fic! asdfghjkl I'm so glad you've enjoyed rereading it from time to time over the last year! it was a delight to write and I definitely adored writing the relationship between Steve and hopper!reader! also, this is the fic that got me to start writing horror projects, so I have a lot of love for it :D

honestly, this was just the most delightful ask to get today. i've been dealing with some things that are stressing me out a lot, so this was very sweet to receive. thank you <3

[babyawacs]

#who #can #you #ask #about #this #nonpartisan #bipartisan #whitehousestaff ? @whit ehouse .@potus @potus .@vp @vp .@gop @gop .@dnc @dnc @thedemocrats #gop there are p r a c t i c a l things that ensure the usa the us america doesnot get f x u c k t u p abroad:  #keypoint domestic vs international issues. you. do. not. mix. up all abroad and abroad o b l i g a t i o n s are not to depend on internal domestic bs. youwillfind international matters complciated already. if you have a sucky lever f or a domestic issue you must not use an international obligation unless you w i s h need to imminently be a thirdworld shitball letalone while fri ends the fxuck d i e

#who #can #you #ask #about #this #nonpartisan #bipartisan #whitehousestaff ? @whitehouse .@potus @potus .@vp @vp .@gop @gop .@dnc @dnc @thedemocrats #gop there are p r a c t i c a l things that ensure the usa the us america doesnot get f x u c k t u p abroad: #keypoint domestic vs international issues. you. do. not. mix. up all abroad and abroad o b l i g a t i o n s are not to depend on internal…

[triedpklove]

i must not eat all of the chicken nuggets in th ehouse. but its tempting

[petrosolgas]

ABB é escolhida para fornecer sistema elétrico para embarcação da Petrobras

A empresa líder global em tecnologia ABB foi contratada pela Sembcorp Marine para fornecer a automação do sistema elétrico completo para a unidade FPSO P-82 da Petrobras. A embarcação será implantada no campo de petróleo e gás em águas ultraprofundas de Búzios, na Bacia de Santos, e terá capacidade para produzir 225.000 barris de petróleo por dia e processar 12 milhões de metros cúbicos de gás por dia.

A ABB está fornecendo os sistemas elétricos tanto para o convés quanto para o lado do casco da embarcação P-82, garantindo uma integração perfeita do projeto. Os sistemas elétricos do convés serão instalados em uma solução de eHouse da ABB — uma subestação modular pré-fabricada que reduz custos, minimiza exposição a riscos e diminui a necessidade de trabalho no local, já que todos os componentes são conectados, testados e comissionados antes de serem enviados ao estaleiro.

FPSO para redução de emissões

A nova geração de embarcações FPSO, incluindo a embarcação P-82 da Petrobras, será caracterizada por uma alta capacidade de produção e soluções para redução de emissões, como a captura, utilização e armazenamento de carbono (CCUS). A Petrobras tem planos de implantar 18 navios FPSO offshore no Brasil nos próximos quatro anos, representando quase metade de todos os FPSOs globais.

Segundo um relatório da ABB em 2022, a implementação de tecnologias como eletrificação, automação e digitais, permitindo operações com tripulação mínima em FPSOs poderia reduzir as emissões de carbono em até 320.000 toneladas por local por ano — o equivalente a tirar de circulação 160.000 veículos.

Mercado global de FPSO

De acordo com um relatório da The Insight Partners em novembro de 2022, o mercado global de FPSO foi avaliado em US$ 12 bilhões em 2021 e é estimado chegar a US$ 20 bilhões em 2027. A ABB possui um histórico comprovado em soluções elétricas e de automação para FPSOs no Brasil e em todo o mundo, e a demanda por essas soluções deve continuar a crescer nos próximos anos.

Redução de emissões e papel da ABB na indústria

A ABB visa ser líder global em tecnologia sustentável e impulsionar a transição para uma sociedade e indústria mais produtivas e sustentáveis. A empresa está empenhada em fornecer soluções que ajudem seus clientes a reduzir as emissões de carbono e alcançar suas metas ambientais.

No setor de petróleo e gás, a ABB tem trabalhado em soluções de automação e eletrificação para FPSOs por muitos anos, permitindo a redução de emissões de carbono em até 320.000 toneladas por ano. A empresa também está envolvida em outros projetos para a indústria, como o desenvolvimento de sistemas de armazenamento de energia para uso offshore, incluindo baterias de íons de lítio e sistemas de armazenamento de energia térmica.

A ABB também está comprometida em apoiar seus clientes no processo de transição energética, fornecendo soluções para a geração de energia renovável, armazenamento e gerenciamento de energia. A empresa possui um portfólio abrangente de produtos e soluções de energia limpa, incluindo soluções solares e eólicas, sistemas de bateria, carregadores elétricos e tecnologias digitais.

Sistemas elétricos da ABB

A ABB tem uma longa história de fornecimento de soluções elétricas e de automação para FPSOs no Brasil e em todo o mundo. A empresa é líder em automação, eletrificação e digitalização para processos e indústrias híbridas. Oferece um amplo portfólio de produtos, sistemas e soluções de ponta a ponta, incluindo seu sistema de controle distribuído (DCS) número 1 do mercado, softwares, produtos para nichos industriais específicos e sistemas de instrumentação e análise.

Com base em um profundo conhecimento e experiência, equipe diversificada e presença global, a ABB está comprometida em ajudar seus clientes a impulsionar sua competitividade, aumentando seu retorno e possibilitando uma operação segura, inteligente e sustentável. A empresa está empenhada em fornecer soluções que ajudem seus clientes a reduzir as emissões de carbono e alcançar suas metas ambientais, bem como apoiar seus clientes no processo de transição energética, fornecendo soluções para a geração de energia renovável, armazenamento e gerenciamento de energia.

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[bellysoupset]

Alright, I'm not even gonna bother with tags because I know I'm gonna break the limit.

Breathing deeply because my feels are all over the place, I got a call halfway through reading this and I could've cried from how upset I was that I wouldn't be able to finish right away! It was right when Isaiah collapsed too! 😭

One of the symptoms of when you're having a heart attack is an impending sense of doom and let me tell you, THIS IS HOW THE ENTIRE FIRST HALF FELT LIKE. Both as a removed reader, as in what I felt like knowing this was IT, but also as Isaiah's POV. You can absolutely tell this is a man who didn't have many long stretches of happiness and there was a moment, when the denial of his symptoms started, where you can totally tell he's getting a "ah of course, the Doom. I forgot I was doomed by the narrative there for a moment, silly me."

GOD.

My heart was hammering, because this entire time you've been teasing the episode, I've been thinking you'd do it inside their house. I thought: it's gonna be bad, but they're all gonna be there and it's going to be fine... And then Isaiah got OUT OF TH EHOUSE??? I was tugging at my hair there, for the first time I considered "what if Sol actually kills this man. What then."

It hit him so hard and he was so alone and the denial until the very last second, even when he's throwing up. Oh my. I was teary eyed when I read "people died because they gave up, he wasn't gonna give up." I LOVE HIM.

And then there's Seline.

I've been preaching Sel needs someone in her corner and I've been dreading how isolated she was gonna be and you gone and did it and it hurts so much. How she was totally out of body through the first part and how the doctor and the situation doesn't even feel real, until Matt grounds her by crushing her heart.

The way she felt her heart break there 😭😭😭 And flinching away from Matt!! The thing he swore would never ever happen again!!! I know I KNOW Matt must be having his own spiral over this.

Her sobbing at the end, all three separated 😭 I'm gonna be thinking about this one for all week

Heart

Isaiah was happy. So very happy he could burst.

That's why, when he woke up on Sunday with a squeezing sensation around his chest, he decidedly ignored it. There was no way he was going to let any of that ruin the happiness he found.

He managed incredible things this year. A pack, sort of a balance between his duties and job, his girl, his brothers...everything was working out. Better than he planned, better than he hoped.

Isaiah was healed. The heart troubles started when he left the Wolfson pack—when the years of his father's abuse and damage to his shadow tore through once he was somewhat safe—but that was over now. The issues were fixed, the hurts were mended, the wrongs were righted.

His soul was healed. There was no reason why his shadow or his heart should be giving him any trouble.

It was very early in the morning, but Isaiah liked to wake up that soon. He could make breakfast, enjoy the peaceful morning, get himself ready before turning his attention to everyone else.

So he was feeling a little lethargic today. Nothing specifically wrong or hurting, just this strange general feeling of malaise, like he was coming down with something. Simple fatigue he could shake off.

Maybe he was a little lightheaded as he was making coffee. There was this mild tingling in his jaw and arms, like tiny needles prickling him there.

Isaiah decided he better shake that off before anyone noticed. How lucky was he that he always managed to get through his heart episodes without Seline noticing? It was the key to happiness.

Cause he was going to fix it. Himself. By being happy.

"You are awake early," Matthew greeted him with a yawn, hair all ruffled from sleep.

Isaiah put the freshly made coffee on the table, tugging at the collar of his shirt. "I'm glad you are taking a break from running. Feeling better again? You can go back to sleep."

Matthew huffed at him but ended up on the couch, eyes still sleepy and gluing together. "Where are you going? So dressed up and ready."

Isaiah shrugged. "I think I'll go for a quick walk before Seline wakes up and stop by the store and make Tiramisu. We need cakes that don't need to be baked in this heat."

Matthew shook his head at him. "Aren't you overdoing it a little?"

"But it's so fun," Isaiah said with a giant smile spilling on his face. "Be right back."

Isaiah left quickly after, walking briskly. The streets were still empty this early on Sundays, it felt like he was the only resident in a town of ghosts. He relished the quiet.

And the fresh air. Surely this fatigue or what it was could be shaken off.

Isaiah didn't want to slow down, but once he reached the big shopping mall, he was panting for breath. Maybe he was the one who should start running. Workouts and sparring were good, but he was not supposed to be out of breath this quickly.

Ah whatever. He would shop, make the cake. It was a good excuse to invite Hector and Arnie over as well. Having them all in one place, making them closer could be fun.

The needle prickles were growing more intense as he reached the inside. Isaiah braced against the wall for a moment, catching his breath. What was with the tingling? He was also covered in sweat, though it wasn't hot yet. Come on, now. He wasn't walking that fast.

Everything was fine. He was fine. There hadn't been a happier phase in his life. It couldn't be more alright than it was.

Then why was his chest squeezing and heart flipping like something terrible was about to happen?

Isaiah made a few more steps towards the glass railing with the view of the underground floor with the shops. The world was coming in and out of focus, black spots dancing in his vision. Like he was about to pass out.

He hadn't eaten yet; he had just had some coffee. It was hunger. Or he was exhausted; that should be it. His stomach was clenching like a fist was in his insides, pulling it in. Heartburn from yesterday?

It was fine. He was fine.

His left arm, jaw and neck were prickling. A persistent ache demanding his attention. A sudden retch had him pushing away from the railing.

He was fine.

Though maybe he should find a bathroom first. Something wasn't agreeing from yesterday. That was it.

He stumbled towards the public bathrooms and locked himself inside the stall. Sweat was covering his face, his arms, his neck, he was overflowing with it. His chest felt constricted like he couldn't get enough air in. Not around whatever the big rock was, that was currently crushing his ribcage.

Isaiah doubled over. His limbs were shaking so much he had to kneel on the floor, retching towards the toilet. The coffee came up with a violent splash.

He couldn't breathe. He grabbed at his shirt, ripping the buttons away to free his neck up. Clutched at the left side of his chest, where his heart was beating at crazy speed along his harsh breathing. The prickling turned to pain, shooting up from his chest towards his back, his arms.

He retched again. His chest was being squashed, his ribs turning into dust. The sense of impending doom worsened, blood rushing in his ears.

Not now. Please, not now. He was happy, he didn't have time for this.

People died because they succumbed. He had read about experiments with prisoners who were told they had poison applied to their veins although it was nothing toxic and died from believing it. He would let no such thing happen. He would will himself to fight back.

He would not lose this. Not now. Just not now.

His body sank under gravity towards the floor. He couldn't really feel it, he couldn't feel anything past the overwhelming pressure over his chest, unrelenting and all-consuming.

It had never felt this bad before.

The last thing he remembered was someone knocking at the door, asking if he was alright.

...

Isaiah was taking a long time with that shopping.

Seline woke up earlier, impatient to see him. She was so happy after everything from yesterday she couldn't wait. When he wasn't coming while she sat in the living room next to dozing Matthew, she even went up to change. Get all ready so they could make the cake together. Have breakfast on the balcony before it got too hot.

She ended up texting Isaiah where he was, but he didn't read it. Weird.

Then an unknown number appeared on her phone. Seline was tempted not to take it, but oh well. It would work as a distraction.

She took the call. Had to stand up while she listened and then leaned against the couch so suddenly she thought she would fall.

Isaiah Wolfson, yes? Emergency contact. Hospital. Can you come?

Seline didn't feel her lips or how she said she would be there soon.

Something about her tense voice must have woken Matthew up, because out of the blue he was standing too. Likely simply heard what was said in the phone.

He took her hand as he grabbed Isaiah's car keys. They were out of the apartment in the next ten seconds.

...

...blocked coronary artery...he regained consciousness in the ambulance...symptoms have been going on for several years...a condition called unstable angina...a type of chest pain caused by reduced blood flow to the heart...occurs when the arteries that supply blood to the heart—specifically the coronary arteries—are significantly narrowed or blocked by plaques...when they rupture, it leads to the formation of blood clots...

..without immediate intervention, the affected heart muscle begins to die, which is why this situation is so critical...

...stress and ongoing strain can aggravate the condition significantly...had several smaller episodes and cardiac arrests before, the tissue is scarred...

...performing an operation called angioplasty as we speak...

Seline was pretty sure she was dreaming. The guy in the white coat was blabbering on and on about symptoms and medications that will be needed to prevent heart attacks in the future and for managing pain.

"I have never seen such extensive damage on someone so young. And he is a shadow wolf too. I'm sorry, but we had to use silver instruments. His shadow healed our interventions, but not the blockage."

At this point, Seline wouldn't have been suprised if the guy sprouted wings and flied away. It would be just as likely as this.

Isaiah had a heart attack. At 25. At the mall. Just like that. Despite being healthy, a shadow wolf, undiagnosed with any heart conditions, never complaining about any kind of discomfort.

"But how...how?" Seline managed to say.

"It's common for coronary artery disease to progress gradually, often over many years, until a severe event like this happens. The good news is that with the operation we're doing, we can restore blood flow to the heart, and with the right medications and lifestyle changes, we can manage the condition going forward."

"So the cause..."

"We aren't exactly sure what is causing the unstable angina, just that it must have been developing for a long time to get to this stage. CAD is the most common underlying issue, but with him being a wolf...it's a very unique case. That is why we assume his shadow has to be damaged as well, or the stress wouldn't be able to leave such lasting marks on him."

"Right." Seline looked between the middle-aged doctor and Matthew standing by her side.

"It's not an uncommon problem. The operation is going well so far, almost at the end. We'll be able to tell you more in a few hours, but we are very positive right now."

Oh, they were positive. How reassuring.

"You are members of his pack, yes? How often did he mention this to you? Sometimes people brush off these things as minor. Has he been complaining about chest pain or discomfort more often recently? Did he ever mention any episodes of dizziness, nausea, or sweating? Do you know if he’s been under a lot of emotional strain lately?"

Seline stared at the doctor uncomprehendingly. Mention? Complain? Noticed? Huh?

Matthew cleared his throat. "It's been going on for some time. Couple of months, but not more often lately or anything."

Seline turned to stare at him.

"How often would you say?" The doctor asked casually, like he didn't notice the floor just shattered underneath them and that the planet just stopped in its tracks.

"Several times a month?" Matthew answered thoughtfully. "Usually from stress. Last time he had a fever it got a bit worse too, but..."

The doctor wrote something down. Asked a couple more questions. His voice faded in and out.

There were more promises happening that they would keep them updated, and more guesses about the estimated duration of the surgery.

Seline floated down the hall towards the chairs, completely numb. This could not be real.

Matthew sat down beside her. He was silent for a long minute.

"You knew?" Seline made herself say what was obvious.

Matthew looked at her, lips pressed together and nodded.

Seline mirrored the movement. "I see." Funny, despite the numbness, she knew exactly when her heart broke—right in that moment.

A flood of emotions followed. Shock. Disbelief. Betrayal. Shame. Another blast of betrayal. A profound sense of failure.

Pain, pain, pain.

She shifted away from Matthew, his knee next to hers feeling too close. Her hands wrapped around her chest as she shrank into herself.

"Seline, I-I'm sorry. He begged me not to tell you and he felt so humiliated as it was...you know how scared and irrational he gets about needing help- and I was worried that if I insisted, he wouldn't let me be there for him even for that bare minimum he did-"

Matthew reached for her shoulder and she flinched away.

He froze.

Seline stood up slowly, whole body turned away from him.

"Sel-" he whined.

"Right. I get it," she said, voice cold. "Leave me alone for a minute."

Of course she would be back. Compared to Isaiah dying on that table, to the treatment and medication he would need to be taking, to his recovery were her feelings entirely insignificant.

Even worse, they could be a burden right now. She couldn't let them stop her from doing what needed to be done. To not be there for him, when he needed her and Matt more than anytime before.

Did he need her though?

She walked down the hospital hall like a zombie until she reached the bathrooms. Braced against the sink, she watched her expression in the mirror.

There were things to be done. More than anything she needed him to survive. To be okay. Everything else could come later.

It didn't matter what they could have done to prevent it or what they haven't done. Or whose fault it was. What the cause was. It didn't matter now.

Seline just needed to put all those flooding emotions back. Cut them off. She could do to. She had done it many times.

It was harder this time. After she had let them out so consciously, after she let herself feel them, it was so much harder to put them back into boxes and forget.

Maybe for just a bit she could get some release so she could concentrate better. On the operation, on what Isaiah needed.

Cry and let go. Just so she could concentrate. Just this once.

She went to the stall, locking herself up. At least the bathroom was quiet. Glad she chose a place by the window, she slid down the wall.

Hugging her knees to her chest, the first tears sprang to her eyes. Then sobs. Ugly and loud. She didn't hold them back. Just this once.

The rest would come later.