#I feel likes these may be hot takes but also

[abbotsanatomy]

hello!! i love ur writing you’re feeding my abbot addiction <33 could you write a fic with a depressed reader, maybe she had a hard case that hit close to home that ended badly and is really lingering for her, and jack noticed because she’s been more withdrawn and distant for the past few days and he tries to get her to talk about it and she says shes fine then blah blah fast forward shes on yhe roof crying after working a double :) sorry im a fiend for hurt comfort

⨳ PROTECTING THE HIVE

pairing: jack abbot x chief resident!reader warnings: (20-ish year) age gap, resident/attending relationship, workplace romance, depictions of depression, mentions of suicidal ideation, kinda medical malpractice (lol), panic attack, allusions to child abuse. author's note: i had no idea what to name this, so here's my attempt at being funny... (also keep the compliments coming, they're feeding my ego <33 mwah)

You used to love your bed. It used to be a huge source of comfort. And sleep. Sleep is a special commodity when you work night shifts at a trauma center.

Now, you hate it. Because whenever you aren't working, you're just lying there. Not even asleep, just staring at the ceiling. Half of the time, you want to get up and be with your hot, older boyfriend.

The other half of the time, your mind is just pulling out the most horrendous memories possible, making you relive them, and wish you were dead. There's a bottle of pills on your nightstand you know would do the trick. You won't let yourself.

People rely on you. Jack relies on you. You save lives every day; you just wish you didn't have to lose so many along the way.

The only place you can escape your own thoughts is the ER. So, you throw yourself into your work. You work twice as hard, for twice as long.

Of course, Jack notices. He can see the most imperceptible changes in your demeanor, so this major shift doesn't exactly fly under his radar.

Be that as it may, you won't tell him any of it. He's a natural worrier. He hovers and he worries. That's just who he is. You're doing him a huge favor, really.

Besides, out of all the things your coping mechanism could be, it's saving lives. Who wouldn't support that?

So, you work yourself to the bone guilt-free. You take on double shifts with a few extra hours sprinkled on top. It's more than tiring, but it also means that when you get home and you're in bed, you pass out. You don't lay there for hours thinking about the kid who died in your ER two weeks ago.

You're careful about it, too. You change your scrubs and chug a cup of that terrible break room coffee before Jack comes in for the night shift.

Tonight's another one of those long, grueling, self-inflicted shifts. You've got a Red Bull in one hand, and a patient's bloodwork in the other. You've assessed labs like this one a million times, but the numbers aren't making any sense right now. Parker passes by you with a quick tap on your shoulder to bring your attention to her.

“Hey, you want me to count you in for the rock climbing thing this Sunday?” she asks, opening up one of the ER computers, “It was fun last time, right?”

“Uh, yeah,” you say slowly.

You're not too sure you can come up with a viable excuse right now, so you'll just have to cancel later. It was really fun, it just sounds like too much effort right now.

She walks away with a nod, when one of the nurses calls for her. When you start feeling surrounded in the middle of the ER hallway, you make your way to the break room. It feels even more stuffy, somehow.

You grip the papers in your hands tighter. The throbbing in your head that hasn't really left for the past two weeks has become unbearable now.

Noises are too loud. Everyone's too close. You need to get out, now.

Everything in your hand gets abandoned on the break room counter. You make your way as swiftly as possible past the patient’s rooms. A hand gently grips your arm, before you can pull the emergency exit open.

“Are you alright?”

Jack's low cadence coupled with his steady touch on your arm make you want to burst out into tears right then and there.

“I'm fine. I just—” your voice cracks.

“I need a minute,” you tell him, willing your voice to be as firm as you can manage. You can't even pull your gaze up from the floor. It isn't clear if he's buying it or not.

He lets go of your arm, and you can finally run up the hospital's stairs to the rooftop. You're completely out of breath, and still wildly overstimulated by the time you get there.

You pull the roof's metal door open. The moment the cold December air hits your face, it calms your panic down. But it brings with it a wave of sadness that can't be quelled or distracted away. You let yourself feel it.

You're out of control, now. Hands shaking, limbs completely wracked by these huge, full-body sobs. You steady yourself with your arms on one of the roof's AC units, when the memories start flooding your mind.

The kid you killed, he'd come in a week before. He had bruises all over, cuts where he wasn't supposed to. You passed the information onto someone on the day shift, so they can tell the department social worker. The next day you came back, he was gone.

A week later, he was dying in your arms. His blood literally staining your hands is a memory you'll never be able to erase. You spiral, his first and last visit to the ER flashing in your mind with equal consequence.

The footsteps growing closer barely register to your ears over your wailing. The moment Jack pulls you close, a hand on your jaw to bring your eyes to his, you instinctively pull away. He's insistent, though. He was trying to give you space, but look where that's gotten you.

“Hey, hey,” he says firmly, to grab your attention.

You squeeze your eyes shut, shaking your head. He quickly realizes he can't get you to understand anything he says, not right now. So he does the next best thing.

He holds you. Really tight. So tight you can only smell his cologne and that sterile hospital scent that lingers on him for hours after a shift. It reminds you of home. You see him almost every day, but you miss him. He somehow always knows exactly what you need.

It takes a good ten minutes for you to stop crying in his arms. He's happy to be there, just glad you're slowly calming down. When your breathing evens out, and your eyes have dried out, you look up at him.

Where you think there should be disappointment, maybe even hatred, there's only admiration. If you’d actually picked up a scalpel and killed someone, he wouldn't even flinch, you think.

His gaze alone is making this a lot easier, “Better?”

You nod. Your eyes feel heavy, like you might just sleep here in his arms.

“It's the oxytocin,” he jokes.

“Yeah. I know,” you chuckle.

His scrub top looks incredibly comfortable. For the first time in weeks, you wish you were just in bed. You could lay on his chest and have the best sleep you've had in too many nights to count. The best you can get right now is resting your forehead on the black fabric. That's exactly what you do.

Jack lets a few seconds go back before speaking up.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“I...” you take a deep breath.

I killed him. The words die on your tongue. You can't say them.

Jack must notice this is causing you distress, so he runs his fingers through your hair. He kisses the top of your head to calm you down.

“We don't have to, right now,” he whispers, “Not ever, even. But you do need to talk about it to someone.”

You nod in agreement, against his shirt. Your coping mechanisms are so not working.

“When was the last time you ate?”

You blank, “I don't...I don't know.”

“Sleep?” he asks.

You shake your head.

“Alright. You're done.”

He pulls your head up with a hand on each cheek, “Clock out. Go home. Have some food, and I'll be there in a few hours.”

“Okay,” you whisper.

You both walk to the emergency exit. In the stairwell, you turn to him, your eyes still glistening.

“Hey, um. I'm not fine, Jack,” you admit.

“I know that,” he tells you. “But you will be. I'll make sure of it.”

You believe him.

[finsplurtz]

Anything keigo plzzzzz (preferably not sad 😭)

hawks coping method ooo

Though the loss of hawks wings was tragic, he’s made sure everyone knows he’s still showing support to the heroes. He was still seen out and about, on tv and such despite no longer being the number 2 hero but as the time went by, he appeared less and less. What has he been up to?

He’s been submitting to you

He grew closer to you. He’s not free to roam the sky anymore, so he spends his time around his favorite person. Annoying you and spoiling you and stuff. He loved that you didn’t treat him any differently after the incident, a lot of people were slightly on edge or treated him like he was fragile. 

You didn’t. Thats what made you so admirable so likable, you didn’t treat him like a kid. You still made jokes, you still called him bird related nicknames, it made him feel so mushy around you. He’s been staying at your house, spending days and nights with you.

Not only do you have a great personality, you’re also huge. Downstairs. He lost something major, of course he needed a distraction cause although he may not seem like he was struggling all that much, he was waterfalls for a very long time behind closed doors. You being a wonderful person, offered to help him take things easy, nothing weird but one thing led to another and you guys were fucking like bunnies in no time.

Sleeping over at your house always gave him opportunities.

“Ah..ah..!” whines and moans filled your room, you were buried deeep in keigo’s heat, your hands guiding his hips as he straddled you. He’ll never get tired of having sleepless nights just taking you inside him, it comforts him in so many ways its an addiction.

“You’re making a mess, baby…” you slow down when he comes for the 3rd time tonight, adding to the sticky mess in between you guys. “Mmhhh...~” he whimpers in response as he tries to sit himself up to take a break. You bear hug him, holding him down. 

“Yn— wait wait wait I need a bREA—!” He lets out a strangled moan as you starting fucking into him like an animal in heat, hitting him in all the right places. He’s whining and trembling against you as you abuse his insides, he feels his mind starting to blank. “That’s it birdie.. I’ll fill you up real good.. kay..?” You say right into his ear as your cock pulses inside him. 

He nods with a crooked smile gripping the sheets as your hot semen floods his insides, cum spilling out his cock. He’s panting trying to catch his breath, you run your hands over his back where his wings once rested. A smile forms on his lips, hugging you tighter.

[usagii-bun]

𝐝𝐫.𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦 ‧₊˚ part 2 | fluff

╰┈➤ fem reader. reader is alhaitham’s patient (this may be a bit self indulgent hehe). mild flirting. fluff. attempt at comedy, just a drabble ig, i love alhaitham fr— WAH a part 2 ?? masterlist

part 1 | part 2

Unknown Number: Hi. This is Dr. Alhaitham. I received your results. Are you available to come in tomorrow?

Your heart skips a full beat.

Wait. Wait.

You reread the message about eight times, thumb trembling over the screen.

Dr. Alhaitham. Dr. ALHAITHAM.

You never gave him your number. Not directly. The clinic must’ve had it on file from your intake paperwork. Still—why did he text? Shouldn’t it have been the nurse? Or the front desk?

Your brain spins in three different directions while your thumbs hesitate, hovering mid-air. What tone do you even take with a man who has seen your bloodwork and your undereye bags?

You: Hi… yes, I’m free. Is everything okay?

You don’t expect a reply right away, but the bubbles pop up almost instantly—like he was waiting. Watching the clock.

Dr. Alhaitham: I’d rather explain in person. It’s nothing urgent. I just… want to speak to you myself. Tomorrow at 10?

You stare. Blink. Re-read. “I just… want to speak to you myself.”

Butterflies launch a full-scale riot in your stomach. Your cheeks go hot. You’re squealing internally as your thumbs tap out a response that’s way too calm for how your heart is behaving.

You: Okay. I’ll be there. Also… is this your personal number?

A beat.

The kind of beat where you spiral. Where you consider throwing your phone across the room, just to escape the weight of your own message.

Your face is burning. Why did you ask that? Why did he use it?

The silence stretches until it starts to ache. And then—ping.

Dr. Alhaitham: Yes.

A full-body meltdown ensues.

You collapse back into the couch like a Victorian woman being told her corset’s been outlawed. He gave you his number. He texted you himself. He wants to talk to you personally.

Tomorrow cannot come fast enough.

The Next Morning…

You show up to the clinic early. Too early. You pretend you’re just organized, but really you’re anxiously clutching your water bottle like it’s a lifeline. You tried to look effortless—pulled-together, but not obvious. Cute, but not trying too hard. Just… normal. Which is laughable, considering the amount of time you spent choosing earrings.

The nurse checks you in with a kind smile. You sit in the waiting room, leg bouncing, rehearsing responses in your head.

Then he appears.

Alhaitham steps out from behind the frosted glass doors. Still in his lab coat, still maddeningly unreadable. But when his eyes find yours—there’s a flicker of something. Recognition. Warmth. Something quieter.

“Come in,” he says, stepping aside.

You could swear—swear—the corner of his mouth twitches, like it’s tempted by a smile.

You follow him in.

The exam room is quiet, neat, humming with soft fluorescent light. You take your seat. He opens your file, but doesn’t look at it. His eyes stay on you.

“I didn’t want to go through the receptionist this time,” he says, voice quiet. “I thought it might make you anxious.”

You blink. The words take a second to land. “Oh. That’s… kind of considerate.”

“Also,” he says, finally glancing down, “your iron levels are low. You’ll need supplements. I’ve written the prescription.”

He slides the slip across the desk like he’s handing you a secret. You take it carefully, like it might crumble.

Silence.

The kind that sits heavy. The kind that means something.

He closes the folder, slow and deliberate. Leans forward just slightly, elbows braced on the desk, fingers laced.

“You didn’t tell me you’d been feeling this way for a while.”

You look away, shoulders curling in slightly. “I didn’t want to be dramatic.”

“You said you were a Victorian woman,” he deadpans.

You smile despite yourself, soft and a little sheepish. “Okay, but that’s just my personality.”

He watches you. Sharp eyes, steady and assessing—but not unkind.

Then, gently: “I don’t think you’re dramatic.”

You suck in a breath, caught off guard.

“I think you’re… overwhelmed. Tired. Maybe not used to being taken seriously.”

Your throat tightens. You bite the inside of your cheek. Something inside you shifts.

“I just treat patients,” he says. “But… I remembered you. More than I expected.”

Your heart slams once, hard. “…Why?” you whisper.

He shrugs, gaze not quite meeting yours. “You made an impression.”

Your grip tightens on the paper in your lap.

And then—his voice drops lower: “If you feel dizzy again… or if anything gets worse—don’t wait. Just message me. Directly.”

You nod, silent.

And as you leave—hand curling around the doorknob, heart thudding in your chest like it’s trying to break free—his hand comes to rest gently on the small of your back.

Warm. Steady. Certain.

You freeze. Just for a breath. His palm lingers there like it belongs, grounding you in the quiet between heartbeats. You swear you feel the heat of it radiating through the fabric of your blouse, straight into your spine.

You try not to melt. Try not to show how much that simple touch undoes you.

Then, just as your breath begins to hitch, he leans in slightly. Not too close. Just enough that his voice slides in low, just above a whisper.

“Go home safely.”

His hand slips away—slowly, deliberately. The loss of contact is almost startling.

You turn, instinctive, eyes finding his.

And he’s already looking at you.

Not blankly. Not politely. No, his gaze is sharp and unreadable, steady and direct. There’s something in it—something knowing—that makes your breath catch and your fingers tighten around the cold metal of the doorknob.

You swallow hard.

You manage to nod. Maybe say “good bye.” You’re not sure. Your brain’s short-circuiting.

You take one step out.

Two.

You don’t even make it to the end of the hallway before your knees buckle slightly. Not enough to fall. Just enough to feel the ghost of his hand still lingering on your back.

11:41 p.m.

Your room is dim, bathed in the glow of your phone screen. You’re curled up in bed, overthinking the day in painful HD. You keep replaying every word. Every glance. Every almost-smile.

You haven’t messaged him. Even though he told you to.

You want to. But courage, it turns out, is fictional after 10 p.m.

Then—your phone lights up.

Dr. Alhaitham: Are you awake?

You sit up so fast you almost concuss yourself on the headboard. Your heart stumbles. Hands fumble.

You: yes?

A pause.

Dr. Alhaitham: Sorry if this is strange. I just remembered something you said the other day.

Your pulse is in your ears. You clutch your phone like it might float away.

You: Which thing? (The Victorian woman part?)

A longer pause. Bubbles come and go.

Dr. Alhaitham: No. The part about collapsing into someone’s arms. You joked. But I keep thinking about it. Wondering if someone’s ever really done that for you.

The air leaves your lungs.

The world stills.

This isn’t a joke anymore.

You: No one ever has. Why?

A minute passes.

Then:

Dr. Alhaitham: Because I think you deserve to be caught. Even when you’re not falling.

You sit frozen in your bed, the blanket bunched around your waist, the silence loud in your ears. His words wrap around you like warmth. Like something you didn’t know you needed.

Then, another message:

Dr. Alhaitham: Sorry. That was unprofessional. Good night.

But you can’t stop staring at the one before it.

“Because I think you deserve to be caught.”

The School Auditorium – 10:07 AM

The lights are too bright. The hum of the overhead fluorescents buzzes against the high ceiling, competing with the chorus of second-graders who are very much not using their indoor voices. You’re wrangling your chaos crew down the aisle—two are arguing about who’s taller, one’s asking if astronauts eat soup, and another is trying to lick the back of their own nametag.

You’re functioning on three hours of sleep, a half-drunk coffee that went cold in your cup holder, and the sheer force of whatever maternal instinct allows a person to stop a glitter spill midair.

You don’t notice the man walking onto the stage at first. Not until the noise cuts.

The chatter dies so suddenly it’s eerie—twenty-five small heads pivoting in unison toward the front like a hive mind has seized them.

You look up.

And your brain short-circuits.

There, standing at the center of the stage, is a man. Clipboard in one hand. Other tucked neatly into the pocket of a lab coat. He’s tall—really tall—built like someone who definitely doesn’t trip over his own feet, and carrying himself with the kind of effortless confidence that makes you feel like you’ve shown up underdressed to your own job.

He’s calm. Polished. Crisp lines and clean edges. A quiet authority that makes even the most fidgety of your kids fall still.

Alhaitham.

Dr. Alhaitham.

Your doctor.

Your heart leaps to your throat and lodges there.

He scans the room slowly, methodically. Dispassionate and professional—until his eyes land on you.

And pause.

Just for a second.

But it’s enough. Your breath catches. Your stomach does a little somersault, unprompted.

You are suddenly painfully aware of the state you’re in: oversized cardigan, mystery glitter on your left sleeve, your hair pinned back with a pencil because someone borrowed your last claw clip. There’s a child gripping your leg like it’s the mast of a sinking ship.

He starts to speak—something about germs and handwashing and healthy habits—but you don’t really hear it. The children do. They’re captivated. Spellbound.

You’re just trying to remember how to breathe.

The talk ends after what feels like a hundred years but also three minutes. You start herding your class toward the exit, one hand on a shoulder, another plucking a crayon from someone’s mouth.

And then your phone buzzes.

You glance down.

Dr. Alhaitham : You didn’t tell me you were a teacher.

You stop mid-step. The world tilts slightly.

You read it again.

You: You didn’t tell me you do school tours.

The reply comes so fast you know he had the message half-written already.

Dr.Alhaitham : I don’t. I only agreed because the principal is a patient. Didn’t expect to see you. (Or twenty-five second graders clinging to your legs.)

A breath escapes you—half laugh, half disbelief. Your heart’s still racing, but it’s a little lighter now. Warmer.

You: Yeah well… you might have cracked the case. That’s why I was always sick. Kid germs are no joke.

You watch the typing bubble appear. Disappear. Appear again.

You can feel the deliberation behind it. He’s thinking. Rethinking. Overthinking. You know the feeling too well.

Then finally—

Dr. Alhaitham : I get it now. All the coughs. The dizziness. The stress. You were holding together an entire classroom by sheer willpower.

You stare at your screen, throat tightening.

Something about the way he says it. The way he sees it.

Then another ping.

Dr. Alhaitham : You’re… kind of incredible, you know. Even with stickers on your pants.

You slap a hand over your mouth to muffle the sound that leaves it. A sound that’s somewhere between a laugh and a scream.

Because you look down—and yep. There they are.

Two sparkly dinosaur stickers on your thigh.

And suddenly, you don’t feel quite so exhausted anymore.

—usagii’s note

I wish alhaitham was real :(

[lc-birdie]

Can I request smut prompt #10 with Dennis Whitaker preferably after the scene where he snaps the rat's neck

10. “does that turn you on?”

a/n: I'm taking requests so please feel free to request stuff and check out my pinned post for people and prompts also no pittfest au

Crosby shot out across the floor, the rat almost simultaneously. Before anyone could react, he was shaking the rodent back and forth in the middle of ED. Everyone was frozen in shock, unsure of what to do. Then suddenly, he came into frame.

A rather unorthodox knight in shining armor.

A sheet was thrown down before Whitaker lunged down. Taking hold of the rat he twisted until a snap rang through the room.

Another moment of shock rang through before a couple of reluctant claps rang out. Your heart was pounding out of your chest. However, there was an unexpected, second wave of emotions.

Fuck. Is Dennis hot...?

The rest of the day went on as normal as possible; avoiding Whitaker as much as possible. These new feelings weren't entirely unwelcome but this was your first day; you didn't need extra shit on your shoulders. And you were doing so good until-

"Hey," you heard your name being called. "Are you okay?" Looking up, you saw Dennis standing in front of you.

You cleared your throat. "Yea. Yea, um, I'm good. Finishing some charting. What's up?"

He reached up, scratching the back of his neck. "Sorry I just- i don't know- it's been a long day and you got kind of seemed like you may have been avoiding me and I didn't know if maybe I had done something or maybe that I upset you and god now I'm rambl-"

You tried to hide the smile that began to bloom. "No. Sorry. No it's just been a long day. Sorry."

Looking up into his eyes, he smiles crookedly. "Yea, okay, good." He pauses. "I umm hope I didn't like-gross you out earlier with the umm rat thing you know I used to have rats in the barn growing up and we had cats and stuff but you'd still have a couple strays that would get into things and you'd have to handle it yourself and I had to-sorry I'm rambling again."

"No you're good I swear. I just to be honest-no its stupid sorry."

"No tell me it can't be that stupid."

"I-fuck-I don't know it was kinda hot" you taper off into a whisper.

Dennis swears he didn't hear you correctly. "Wha-What was that?"

"I just it was kinda hot. You just like jumped into it and took charge. It was just so-it just took me off guard. You're cute and smart, of course, but I don't know it was just something else..." You trailed off as you looked up as his almost glazed over look.

He caught himself gulping before he leaned down, making eye contact, and doe-eyedly asked, almost innocently, “does that turn you on?”

[hello-spidey14]

I'm about to give a potential hot take that people may not agree with me on but I need to open my heart with this-

S!Lloyd would not be jealous of M!Lloyd

And look It's perfectly fine to interpret it that way but I personally have a hard time believing it and it's an idea I've seen brought up in the small amount of show meets movie fics that focus on both of the lloyds.

The main reason people believe this is because M!Lloyd had a parent who loved and supported him day 1 and he got to do normal kid things (going to school and stuff) but while he had a semi normal life S!Lloyd had to grow up quick and become a ninja while not having a consistently loving parent.

Initially i thought he would be beacuse having a real childhood or a completely supportive parent are things he would have really liked to have but i think the statement of "lloyd would wish to have a childhood but that doesnt mean hes jealous of movie lloyds childhood" can be worth noting.

If we take the current versions of each character- DR Lloyd and then M!lloyd (cause that's the only version of him) then i domt think DR lloyd would be jealous A younger lloyd like seadon 5 or something? Sure, i can see it, but sensei lloyd? I can't, really. Because sensei lloyd is an adult and while it will always hurt to know you lost your childhood its something you have the ability to heal from or at the least make a little less bad.

Lloyd got some semblance of a childhood with the ninja and while it hurts to not have a mom that was able to raise him he doesnt resent her for it and he did get a family who could take care of him and see him grow with the ninja. It was just a bumpy road before he got there.

So i think that an older lloyd wouldn't feel anything other than sympathy and mabye protective instinct if he met M!lloyd. If he even started to feel a little jelous it would quickly fade away the second he learns about the bullying and the fact that the ninja (the most important people in his life) aren't the best to lloyd in his universe. (I love movie ninja but I think we can agree S!ninja wouldn't have emotionally abandoned lloyd in that manner if it happened in the series and wouldn't have told lloyd that they hated him)

Lloyd in Dr seems to be protective over kids cause he says something like - "but if you're locking up kids and apparently dragons, then we have some issues to work out." Which implies 2 things to me 1.) He's grown to be an adult, and now he's firmly in that spot with his primary feeling being protective instinct when he sees kids being hurt in any way. 2.) Because of this hes grown out of his childhood instincts and upset and has moved to a new chapter in his life where hes comfortable in his role as an adult that tries to make kids not go through what he had to go through instead of being jealous of their childhoods.

Since M!Lloyd firmly slots into the role of a child thats being hurt (by the city) i think sensei lloyd would hear that M!lloyd has koko and be more relieved than anything.

When i really think about it lloyd did get all the things M!lloyd got in terms of having a koko figure it just didnt come from one person but mutiple.

Movie lloyd

Koko- loving, a good parental figure, looking out for lloyd when nobody else will, a family relationship with him

Show lloyd

●The ninja- Loving

●Sensei garm, (+wu and misako imo. Ninja also kinda raised him too)- a good Parental figure

●The ninja- Looking out for lloyd when nobody else will

●Everyone on the bounty (ninja, wu ect)- a family relationship with him

So in my eyes, the only thing show lloyd didn't have that movie lloyd has is a normal sense of life with high school and stuff like that he didn't get. But if that's the only thing he didn't get this movie lloyd has and hes jealous of him, then imo that would have to mean DR lloyd would be jealous of sora as well.

Cause sora lived in a city that hated her for being herself but got a semi normal life havimg school freinds and a school expirence just like lloyd was hated by his city for something he couldnt control but also had a semi normal life with school and school freinds.

Ofc this isnt a 1 to 1 comparison but you sorta get what im saying with this.

I can't picture lloyd getting jealous with sora, and i can't picture him getting jealous with movie lloyd. Someone rebloged a post about the topic and said something to the degree of "lloyd wouldn't be jealous of him cause that's not the type of man he is" and i agree.

[judesmoonbeauty]

𝕁𝕦𝕕𝕖 𝕁𝕒𝕫𝕫𝕒'𝕤 𝕄𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟞 + 𝕃𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣

This is a fan translation only. Please expect grammatical errors and translation inaccuracies. This is a full translation. Creative liberties are taken for characterization and smoother translation process. Cybird owns everything. Re-blogs are appreciated, but please do not post my translation elsewhere. Thank you for your support! ☾.

Jude: Haven’t forgotten yer promise, have ya?

The muttered words spilled from his lips with a thin smile, and my skin burned hot.

Kate: If anything happens, I’ll call your name, right?

Jude: Not that. The one ya brought up.

(Oh…..)

[Flashback]

Kate: Jude…..I promise you.

Kate: I will never die before you.

[Flashback]

—It was a heartfelt promise I made to Jude.

Kate: I definitely won’t die.

Kate: If I break my promise, you can come after me in hell and get revenge.

Looking straight into Jude’s eyes, I tell him my honest feelings.

Jude: Kinda damned masochist are ya, wantin’ to be tortured after ya die. Are ya some perv with weird tastes?

Kate: I’m not a masochist or a pervert with weird tastes, but a woman who doesn’t break her promises.

Lit. a woman/man who doesn’t have two words. This is an old proverb Kate is using.

Jude: Don’t want yer naive hogwash ‘bout bein’ in love. But…..

Jude: Yer bein’ gutsy, ain’t so bad after all.

Kate: ……..

The words he spoke so bluntly were also exuding something very similar to kindness.

(Even though he pushes me away, he still worries about my life.)

That's the kind of person Jude is.

(I had no idea what he was thinking before, but...)

Now, I have come to understand so much more about the heart that hides behind his cruel and ruthless behavior.

(So much so, that I find it endearing….)

My heart tightens as I think of Jude.

Kate: Jude.

Jude: What?

(What I’m about to say, will likely torment him again.)

(However—)

Kate: You said that love’s a curse, right?

Kate: So, what I'm about to tell you, may become a curse to you.

Kate: It might just end up being something that torments you.

—Curses and love are one in the same.

Everything in this life is like a thorn pricking and causing him pain.

Kate: I understand that—

Jude: If ya get it th—

Kate: But still…

Interrupting him, I grabbed Jude by his hand to keep him connected.

Kate: I don’t want you to give up either.

Kate: I want you to keep shouting at the moon forever.

My voice trembles with my selfish thoughts.

(Here it goes….)

Kate: Even if it pains you.

Jude: ………..

As I stared at him with unwavering determination, Jude's gaze took on a sharp sword-like glint.

Jude: D’ya even know what yer sayin’?

Kate: Of course I do.

Kate: I love you.

Kate: …..Because really, all I can think of is you.

I can confidently say that the thing that shines brightest in my heart, is my feelings for Jude.

(I will do whatever it takes to keep you in this world.)

Jude: …..Are ya daft?

Kate: I don’t care if I’m daft or not. So, just…..

Ellis’ Voice: Jude, Kate.

(Oh….)

Jude: ……Yeah, comin’.

Jude takes his hand off the wall, and shakes my hand away.

The figure that had covered the moonlight disappeared, and feeling heartbroken and lost, I quietly grasp my hands.

The specified meeting place was the laboratory.

Stepping into the dark room with Jude and Ellis, a hand stops me abruptly—

Kate: ……!

I restrained my voice that tried to rise.

All I could see was a blood soaked man sitting in a chair.

Ellis moved closer and gently touched his neck.

Ellis: …..There’s no pulse.

Jude: It’s that git……

Kate: Do you recognize him?

Jude: He’s the crime exec I’m s’pposed to meet today.

(What—)

Ellis: Someone killed the man you were supposed to meet up with?

Jude: …..Tch, s’that’s their play.

At that moment, the sound of multiple footsteps was heard from behind.

???: Don’t move, hands in the air….!

We were immediately surrounded by armed men.

The man at the front — with his shining, blond slicked-back hair, and muscular physique, stepped forward before us.

Then with his hands clasped behind his back, he spoke loudly.

Senior Officer Gilbert: We are the British Army. I am Senior British Army officer, Gilbert Murphy.

He is likely a general or a field officer during this time period, but I chose to title him Senior Officer since it's not specified.

Senior Officer Gilbert: You are charged of conspiring with a criminal organization to develop and smuggle missiles.

Senior Officer Gilbert: Jude Jazza, member of Her Majesty the Queen’s private army, Crown, you are hereby under arrest.

Jude: ………..

The military officer lifts his chin slightly, and several soldiers detain Jude.

(Jude!)

As I was about to run over, Jude's sharp gaze stopped me.

Jude: ………

Then he silently mouthed with his lips, “keep quiet.”

Ellis: Jude.

Jude: Ellis, don’t do nothin’.

Jude then stops Ellis, who is about to use his cursed ability.

Allowing himself to be tied up, as Ellis and I watch helplessly.

Kate: Why the British Army?!

Ellis: …..He was probably set-up.

Ellis spoke in a hushed voice.

(A setup…..?)

We were acting on the basis that the crime group was working with the British Army.

However, the British officer named Gilbert, said that it’s Jude and the criminal group who are conspiring to commit crimes.

Additionally, there’s the executive of the syndicate dying in front of us.

(And there’s something else that bothers me.)

The existence of Crown is a top secret that only a few people know about.

And yet, this British military officer just mentioned Crown.

(So, besides the syndicate and the British Army, a third party is call the shots?)

My heart makes a terrible sound.

(……Calm down. Think, who definitely knows of Crown’s existence?)

Her Majesty, Crown, me, as the Fairytale Keeper, and—

What came to me was a memory from when I had just become the fairytale keeper.

[Flashback]

Kate: Victor, who are the Privy Council?

I was being shown some of the reports that had been written by Crown members up to that date.

I found an account that caught my attention and asked Victor about it….

Victor: The official name is 'Her Majesty's Most Honorable Privy Council.'

Victor: Well, in short, they’re the higher-ups of the court, who have the privilege to give advice to Her Majesty.

Kate: They’re aware of Crown’s existence…..Does that mean they’re allies of Crown?

That’s when Victor made a complicated expression.

Victor: In a sense, we are essentially in a cooperative relationship, as we both serve Her Majesty.

Victor: However, the Privy Council is not pleased with the Crown. Kate, you should be wary of them.

[Flashback Ends]

(Seriously—)

Just as I held my breath, I heard footsteps...

Privy Councilman: You’ve captured Jude Jazza……Haha, well done!

A man in a suit appeared before us.

Ellis: That badge on his chest...it's the Privy Council’s.

(That man’s from the Privy Council......)

Jude: The hell’s a big wig from the palace doin’ in a place like this?

Privy Councilman: I discovered a certain fact related to your research.

Privy Councilman: That you Crown people are going to start a war against Britain’s allies.

Jude: …………

Privy Councilman: And then you’ll sell them the weapons that you’ve researched and developed yourself…..isn’t it an outrageous ploy?

Privy Councilman: It’s a most despicable act of treason, not only against Her Majesty the Queen, but against the British people here in England.

Although it was a brief, I have spent a lot of time with Crown on a daily basis, so it didn’t take me long to grasp the situation.

(The criminal group and Britain did make contact.)

In that sense, Nica’s information wasn’t wrong.

However, the contact wasn’t for the purpose of working together.

(It was to frame Jude.)

This whole scheme was planned and orchestrated by the Privy Council.

All so the Privy Council can destroy the Crown—

Jude's research is the perfect bomb to expose Crown as an evil entity and crush it on its head, by winning over public sentiment.

The moment that thought occurred to me.…..my hands started shaking with frustration.

(I can’t believe the desire to fulfill his promise to his sister is being treated like this….)

(What should I do?)

(What can I do in this situation….)

Senior Officer Gilbert: What about this other man? I see that he's on the Crown register.

Privy Councilman: Speak to him as a suspect. However, don’t use violence or do anything that could put us at a disadvantage.

Privy Councilman: Jude Jazza fell into my hands.

Privy Councilman: Crown will soon be forced to dismantle any way.

Privy Councilman: Ohhh……it’s repulsive that these wicked deviants serve Her Majesty!

(…...Just like I thought. The Pricy Council wants to dissolve Crown.)

(I have to do something.)

However, one wrong move and it could lead to Crown’s demise.

As I frantically racked my brains trying to think of a way to resolve this situation...

Senior Officer Gilbert: Who is this girl?

An intimidating gaze was directed at me—

A Note Scribbled Next to A Document

…..Kate likes me. Whadda rotten joke. Ain’t her fault that she feels that way. It’s my fault fer thinkin’ there was nothin’ wrong with lettin’ her in. I was complicit, just as guilty — After this, I'm goin' to hell. Doesn’t suit a carefree princess at all. …..Ain’t the least bit funny. 𝒥𝓊𝒹ℯ 𝒥𝒶𝓏𝓏𝒶

[Main Story Master List] [Chapter 17]

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T/L Note: For the line in the letter, "I was complicit, just as guilty — After this, I'm going' to hell." This line does not include any personal pronouns and/or possessive particles. It literally translates like this: "Complicit/Accomplice, equal guilt.....-after this, going to hell". So, I am assuming based on context that Jude is referring to himself. However, Jude could also be referring Kate and her outcome due to loving him.

If you wish to be added (and 18+ YO), or removed from my translations tag list, please let me know!

[n0rmal-cat]

Mob boss x broke reader-Michael back…

[I don’t know if this one is good, friends says it’s fine, but they’re my friends….i don’t trust them..]

"Levon" you called out to him from your bedroom, just as fast as his name left your month he was there.

"yes my love?" he stood in the doorway posing seductively.

"Are the guns with guns and black suits with you, or is that the IRS?” You point down at the people below your window.

"The what?" he looked down at where you were pointing, a group of about five black cars surrounded your front door, and men in said black suits guarded the border.

"ah shit it's Michael, get down"

"wha-ah!" he pushes your head below the window

"Michael, get out of here!" he yelled down from the window to one of the men.

"Boss please you can't just leave, and do you know how long it took us to find you?!" the man shakes his head.

"Can you just come down?" he asks

"fine" levon crossed his arms and glared down at him.

He stomped his way to the door.

"Wait, what the hell is going on?" you ask as you grab his ankle "Can I get up now"

he jolted up as he felt your touch "of course dear, i'm sorry did i scare you?" he smiled down at you.

"Alright, that's the last time I even look at you" You got up as well "So what's this about you coming home?"

"well I'm a mafia boss you see-" You covered his mouth with your hand

"Yeah, I know that's why I kidnapped you, no need to do your whole 'i'm a big bad hot mafia boss that kills people and has money' " You unlocked your front door.

"Now all of you get the hell off my lawn!" you yelled at everyone, which didn't end as you now had multiple guns on you.

"Who the hell are you, and why do you have our boss"

"listen as much as I would love to give him back he's kinda my wallet right now"

"Levon, you left us for a sugar baby?!" the man shouted at him

"Alright, that's enough" Levon pushes you back into the house shutting the door.

"What the hell?" you joggle the door knob but it wouldn't budge "Did...did he just lock me in my own home?" you stood there confused "I guess...i'll just wait?"

It was probably a little more than twenty minutes before the door opened again.

"Hello, love~"

"hello reader"

"You told him my name, but I still don't even know what's happening?"

the man extended his hand

"Michael, don't introduce yourself this idiot already has"

you shook it "Oh great to know that he just airs my business to the world" you glared up at Levon.

"well how was i supposed to tell him about the love of my life if I couldn't tell him all about you?"

"you called them ' a wet stray cat that I want to take care of "

he went quiet for a moment "It doesn't matter what I called them, but now you understand why I can't go home?"

Michael runs a hand through his hair in frustration "Can't you just take them with us?"

"I don't want to go with you guys?"

"they don't want to go with us, Michael"

he sighed and ran and said hand down his face "ok well you can't just stay here, can you at least come to the base in the day? like a job"

Levon crossed his arms "I can't just leave-"

"yeah sure take him in the day" you shrug as Levon face saddens

"I get a break and you get your 'boss' a win-win?"

Michael smiles "I'm glad we see eye to eye"

"I don't see eye to eye!".

You put an hand on his arm “oh come on, it’s just what a few hours you’ll be gone the same time I go to work, plus…how good would it feel coming home from work and for me to run you a hot bath”

He stared at you with a blank face “…”

“Will you also be in the bath?” Horny bastard…

“Oh course, now go put on nice clothes for your men”

He smiled and ran up that stairs with speed

“Does that work all the time?” Michael raised an eyebrow

“Oh yeah all the time”

[no art this time but I have two planed for next time…which may be farmer yan…]

[wealluprightnow]

⚠️⚠️⚠️DONT READ IF YOU LIKE OR A FAN OF LUCIFER THIS MAY TRIGGER YOU⚠️⚠️

The simple opinion of mine: i hate lucifer sm it's not even because I am Christian i am not even fucking Christian never touched the holy Bible or water in my life or I hate the devil so bad, I literally just hate him. That's it. I hate him

The long answer:Listen, in all honestness, I can see how people like him. I know my hatred is overdramatic (IT TRUELY IS🫠) because it's the same equivalent to hating pickachu, and he isn't the worst character ever, even through his actions, but he's like the first ever character that I truly purely hate and it's insane because I know characters who are worse and are (rightfully) hated but even then I don't hate them as much as I hate lucifer.

I been in MANY fandoms to know the amount of mischaracterization that can happen to fictional characters from a show, ESPECIALLY popular ones, but Lucifer is the only one where his mischaracterization (his fanon version you could say) actually fucking bothers me, so much so it really ruins the character for me enough I start disliking them. And to top it alllll off, the fandom is SOO misogynistic(another hot ass take of mine that would set me burning in trenches by the fandom) that ofc the woman that he is CANONLY has a romatic status with (idk if they are still together or not but people hate it so!) is absolutely hated on, simply for existing with just having questionable motived that we have zero clue about whenever or it not its good or bad, but it doesnt fucking matter bc she made poor litwle ducky daddy showrt kingy luCi (i fucking hate that nickname sm omg) sad boi so she needs to dieeee💥💥💥💥💥!!!!

It has never went this far before because I always knew that no matter how much a character gets ooc by the fandom, the canon show and creator will remind me why it will always stay fanon, but I have seen Vivs work and how she treats these kinds of characters and their developments..so seeing the fandoms (luci fans) take of Lucifer and Viv literally engaging with it...his actual character doesn't seem to be too far off with how they portray him--and that actual concerns me because as much as I hate lucifer, it really comes from how wasted his potential is and how the show seems to dismiss his faults and flaws(**cough**cough** like stolas**COUGH**CoUgh**)

So just to be even MORE CLEARER, my hatred is not bc of how he's characterized in hazbin-- like ik typically, if a person were to think of the king of HELL they would think all evil all cruel all mean alll torture all bad no good and clearly-he's not like that which is not bad at all actually- I like it even, i just hate how the writers never really GO that FAR with him. Like being a absolute prick isn't enough, I need to be reminded WHY he's the king of hell again, why he's is the original SIN OF PRIDE, and not "He's SooOoo prIdEfuL that he LoCks hImsElf iN a RooOm to Be DepRessO wiTH nO exPressO bC he RatHer .DIE. tHaN adMiT heLp"...I feel like if Charlie actually stand up MORE to him and like actually bring up about him being a fuckup dad (not dismissing that he never loved her, he clearly truely did before and now) and didn't immediately forgive him(as much as how cute that song was, it was wayy too soon), it would've empathize a lot of how much he fucked up as parent and that he actually needs to learn and improve which will be hard him but hardship makss good character development--if the show will FULLY knowledge it-which i have hope they will since we got like- 3 seasons to go so.

I could keep going and actually dive deeper on this by bringing up references from the show but I won't bc if I keep on typing LUCIFER on my phone screen I will lose my sanity 🫠🫠

(Also FYI, I wrote this whole rant at 4 in the morning so sorry if my shit don't make sense. The whole point is I hate lucifer but I also want to see him improve but like GOOD improvement yk? By knowledging his mistakes and change his ways)

I'm gonna use this post to ask you all for your most controversial Hellaverse opinions.

I know people often do these, but I don't want to hear any "staticmoth is better than radiostatic" mundane, palatable opinions. I want to hear your most contentious, your most divisive, your most polemic, your nastiest, deepest hidden opinions that on any other app would get you beleaguered. I want to hear the opinions that you're afraid of voicing because other fans will flip out. Run wild and don't worry about consequences, the comment section is a safe space, and I will delete any offensive comments or people trying to argue "no, you're wrong" because I want to hear OPINIONS

(A healthy, nonjudgemental discussion is, of course, welcome 🥰)

[innocentimouto]

Some atla opinions that I feel like have been explained in old posts

Aang supported, respected, and comforted Katara throughout the series.

The first one to ever trust or help Zuko was Aang.

Everyone in the Gaang did chores, not just Katara.

Katara comforted many characters, not just Aang.

Appa should have been afraid of Zuko.

Sokka is not a good judge of character.

Sokka should have been the one to go with Katara to face Yon Rha.

Toph is bratty.

Toph didn't care about the war.

Haru showed a lot of hatred for the Fire Nation.

Hahn was a missed opportunity. And so was every ek kid.

Katara was the only normal one for not trusting Zuko.

There are more pros than cons in keeping Jet alive for the plot.

Jet was a great leader.

All the Freedom Fighters were fine with flooding the village.

Ty Lee can be cruel.

Mai was friends with Azula, willingly.

Suki deserved more development.

Jin should have gotten the chance to confront Zuko over Ba Sing Se.

Teo should have made plans with Sokka.

Hakoda should have praised Katara for her bending.

Hakoda should have been able to fight in the finale.

The White Lotus made a lot of characters look worse.

The only actions Zuko regretted were the ones against Iroh.

Zuko was fully prepared to capture Appa and use him as bait by any means necessary (ie firebending).

Iroh is a hypocrite.

Azula was abused.

Azula lost many times.

Bloodbending isn't evil.

Book 3 was rushed.

[britneyshakespeare]

you know i'm usually the last person to have strong opinions on movie casting announcements but the idea of jacob elordi playing heathcliff stirs a fiery sense of indignation in my heart

[widevibratobitch]

something about being told im 'the leading person at this whole academy when it comes to interpretation and stage intelligence' by the husband of the woman im trying (not really. but i mean. who knows) to seduce... ok boy you got me. lets make it a polycule.

[batsplat]

Hello! I have a question about tyre pressure penalties. Why do they pop up so often and why now? It didn't seem to be a big topic a few years ago, what changed? The tyres, the bikes, the rules?

Thank you so much for answering

yeah, the rule was introduced in july of 2023, so it is still a very new thing! and... well, it's basically the bikes and the rules that have changed, whereas the tyres haven't changed as much as they need to. here's the tldr on why the rule was initially introduced:

so I'm afraid the actual explanation is going to be a bit longer and more complicated - but here's the most basic summary. if you don't read anything else, hopefully this will give you a general sense of what is going on here:

last few years: more aero, ride height devices, faster bikes = more stress on the tyres, more heat, higher tyre pressures

when you follow another rider, your tyre pressure may rise very quickly; when you're in clean air it'll get lower

too low tyre pressures = tyre may degrade which can be safety issue

too high tyre pressures = bike buckles under you, makes overtaking harder and crashing more likely (also competitive disadvantage)

controversy in 2022: leaked michelin document showing several riders weren't above minimum tyre pressure level. rules just hadn't been enforced -> teams demanded change

proposed rules in 2023 for minimum tyre pressure: seen as very strict + harsh penalties were criticised. the penalties were reduced, rule when introduced was still controversial

particularly heated discussion when it looked like it might influence the title fight, with both pecco + jorge receiving a warning

rules changed for 2024, made somewhat more lenient than initially proposed, but clearly it remains an issue

okay, that's the short version. let's give a little more context. discussion surrounding this proposed rule introduction really got going in 2022, as a result of a controversy surrounding the lack of enforcement of the existing rule. we've had tyre pressure rules since basically forever... it's just that michelin wasn't actually going to the stewards and saying 'hey, you've got to penalise these riders'. the thing is, all teams are chasing low tyre pressures to gain a performance advantage. you're trying to get the tyres to operate in the ideal window of grip level - if you're setting them low, you're attempting to ensure that you won't be screwed over if your rider ends up in a race situation where the tyre pressure suddenly rises outside of that level. see this from 2022:

so, again, to be clear: the existence of tyre pressure regulations isn't new, it just hasn't been enforced. the article I linked to was from a piece after jerez 2022. it's about how a leaked document from michelin confirmed that several riders, most notably pecco and ducati, had essentially run their tyres in an illegal manner but would not be penalised for it. this had been common practise for years and years, but at last other manufacturers were complaining about this state of affairs - which stemmed from a "gentleman's agreement" between the manufacturers and michelin not to disclose any breaches. for obvious reasons, this is not ideal. it's a) unfair from a competitive standpoint, and b) quite possibly dangerous. which also doesn't really make this bit ideal, does it:

and here's the leaked michelin document:

'only 0 laps' slay

so basically it was the manufacturers themselves that had kinda had enough of the status quo and provided the initial impetus for change (ironic, given where the rest of this post is going). the situation also wasn't helped by how michelin had told journalists like a race earlier that infringements were "very rare", which obviously they were not

which, okay. seems straightforward enough, right? teams are chasing performance advantages - but they should be penalised if they're pushing things too far. tough for them if higher tyre pressures are making them slower! the issue is... well, these fluctuating tyre pressures and how often they end up getting very, very high is actually a massive issue in and of itself. it doesn't just make bike performance worse... it makes the racing worse. from another article at the time, that outlines how few overtakes there had been in recent races and how this was a problem riders up and down the grid had talked about:

basically, the idea is that if you end up following another rider too closely, your tyre pressure might suddenly rise to the stratosphere. (obviously, you saw the reverse of that in assen - marc worrying his tyre pressure was too low and having to fall back behind diggia to try and get it up again.) it's described as quite a radical difference, not just in terms of performance (making it harder to overtake), but also in terms of handling... and ultimately safety, because suddenly rising tyre pressures can make crashes more likely. I'll give a bunch of quotes from riders here, but I'll also summarise them afterwards

and to get slightly more technical with this, here's how bastianini described the issue:

so, tldr for the above quotes:

even tiny changes in tyre pressure can make a massive difference in how the bike handles

following a bike closely can cause the tyre pressure to rise enough to make it start buckling under you, making it a lot easier to crash. specifically, it becomes really hard to brake in a controlled manner

it's easier to lock the front when you're braking in these conditions (with a smaller contact patch between tyre and ground), so you're compensating by pushing more when braking, with less grip - that's what makes you more likely to crash

this makes overtaking harder, essentially relying on bikes in front to make a mistake. unless you have a clear speed advantage, you may be stuck in a pattern where you gain but then have to drop back for tyre pressure reasons

it's very hard for the teams to figure out beforehand how to set the tyre pressures, not least because obviously it depends on what sort of race situation their riders will be in

and that's the problem in a nutshell. low tyre pressures are a problem for safety reasons. high tyre pressures are also a problem for safety reasons, plus come with the added downside that they have contributed to making the racing a lot worse in recent times. it's tough for teams to predict how they should set their tyre pressure, but some teams had been deliberately going high risk (low pressure) for a competitive edge - even if their riders weren't always aware of it. and the rule wasn't being enforced

so, let's tackle the obvious question: why has this become such an issue at all specifically in the last few years? I'm going to basically just summarise the linked article for this, though obviously I'd recommend you go read that in full:

the michelin front slick tyre has always been sensitive, though it's gotten particularly bad these last few years

the racing is both faster and closer now than it used to be, so these small margins have become more important

the out-sized aerodynamics have reduced wheelies and led to greater downforce during braking, which means you have more load on the tyre. to explain a bit more (from here): tyres are being pushed down by weight of bike + rider, the engine generates friction, which determines grip - and also heats the tyre up. more heat = more pressure

rear devices: dropping the rear of the bike on straights for reduced wheelies and to "adjust the angle of the downforce aero". so basically you're sticking the tyres to the ground, you're keeping the bikes super low, there's more weight, you're putting a lot of stress on the front to do the front to do the braking and you're braking from higher speeds. all of this raises the temperatures enough to be a problem

slipstreaming: typically a massive part of racing in motogp, as it gives the rider behind an advantage when following. the problem is if you have aero that's creating such a massive vacuum that it's essentially sucking the rider in... creating a lower-than-atmospheric pressure that makes it super hard to brake. because low pressure = good when you're on the throttle and trying to go fast, by extension low pressure = bad when you're attempting to brake and go slow

I hope this is like... more or less clear - we could get more technical with this and I'd advise you to follow the links I've provided, but I'm trying to keep it relatively straightforward. also, obviously I'm extremely not an expert on this either. basically, it's aero and ride height devices and sheer performance that are putting a lot of load on the tyres. increased stress means more tyre pressure fuckery and threatens the integrity of the tyre. high tyre pressures are dangerous. low tyre pressures are also dangerous. not ideal. these michelin tyres also fundamentally were not designed with aero and ride height devices in mind (they've been working on a new front tyre since 2019). there's a few different reasons why michelin hadn't been able to roll out more suitable tyres, including a) covid-caused delays, b) the reluctance of riders to actually test new tyres (preventing enough data from being collected), and c) the reluctance of motogp to force the issue by having enough testing and bullying riders into using the tyres. all this has meant that now, in 2024, we still don't have a front tyre that's really suitable to the actual bikes we have

so, what to do? now, obviously *casey stoner voice* maybe you should simply ban literally all this shit. strip off every single wing, chuck out everything that even looks like it might be applying for 'device' status, take a hammer to anything that wasn't on these bikes twenty years ago. also, just slow the bikes down! while michelin isn't responsible for most of this and being a tyre supplier in a motorsport is a notoriously thankless job, they are the primary reason why everyone is smashing lap records left right and centre this year. get rid of all of it. racing was better twenty years ago. return to the glory days, bring back the real sport *end casey stoner voice*

given they're not going to change the tech regulations overnight - and the proposed next ruleset (while far from perfect) does include changes that theoretically should help address this problem - it was felt like a more immediate change was needed. so over the course of 2022, there were more and more discussions about how you'd more firmly clamp down on teams playing fast and loose with the existing tyre pressure rules. initially, the new rules for tyre pressures and how strongly they'd be penalised were supposed to be introduced pretty early in 2023, with the introduction of a unified monitoring system that ensured these teams didn't like... just pretend their own problematic numbers were down to their inability to measure their own numbers

these proposals were met with massive backlash - and I think you should be able to guess why. these tyre pressure rules are about mandating a minimum level... but a lot of this post has been about why high tyre pressures are also a massive problem. as we've established, different race situations can also lead to very sudden changes - so if you're setting it higher to begin with, it might end up being so bad you cause a lot of crashes:

the other big complaint was about the harshness of the proposed penalties, which were initially going to be instant disqualification. eventually, once the rule was finally introduced in mid-2023, it was with lighter penalties:

another quirk was that, initially, it was checked through randomised post-race inspections. this is because they didn't want to just rely on the new system they'd installed in the bikes, but also wanted to manually check afterwards - which they didn't have the capacity yet to do on all the bikes. even with this change, the rule wasn't exactly universally popular. one complaint, expressed here by zarco, was with the idea that low front tyre pressures even are as dangerous as they're being portrayed as:

and again, the argument that this is bad for racing:

the more moderate version of this complaint was aired by aleix - the rule itself was fine, but the exact application was too strict:

this situation is the definition of lose-lose-lose. it's bad for riders because they're constantly having to monitor tyre pressures, running the risk of being penalised and also racing in a dangerous manner if their tyres aren't exactly right - plus racing in a dumb manner if they have to adjust how they're conducting their race to what their tyre pressures are doing, for instance by dropping back into the pack to get back to an acceptable level. it's bad for michelin because everybody's constantly complaining about this rule and their tyres - and while this rule they've insisted on doesn't necessarily appear to be the best solution for an imperfect situation... of course they're not the main party to blame for the imperfect situation in the first place. and it's lose for the viewers because, well, it makes the racing processional and at times extremely daft

now, there was obviously plenty more discourse about this, but the controversy really got going again late last year - at the height of the title fight, when both jorge (after thailand) and pecco (after sepang) ended up being slapped with warnings, with a penalty to follow with another infringement. obviously, given how close the title fight was, the idea that it might be decided by something this dumb was appealing to literally nobody. martin was particularly outspoken after sepang about how it was impacting the racing:

it was very visible in the sepang sprint how jorge was adjusting his tactics to this race situation - he just couldn't race normally because of the tyre pressure calculation they'd made not matching to the race situation. on the flip side, bastianini was given a warning after the race for his low tyre pressure... but well, he won that race, and it was obviously worth it for him to low ball it, given the absolute lack of championship implications and how the rules essentially gave him a freebie. which, if this is a safety rule, how is that a reasonable way of regulating it? you're allowed to chew up your tyres in a dangerous manner but just this once, as a treat?

as ever, jorge was backed up in his complaints by aleix:

make engineers less anxious 2k23

also, I do just need to quickly bring in another thing jorge said, because it's still very funny to me

no?? don't do that?? just because pecco also has a warning, that does not mean you can take all the risks you want?? how does that even WORK?? what if pecco plays it sensible and he doesn't get a penalty??

anyway, of course neither of them ended up being penalised - though diggia lost a podium at valencia. with plenty of talk again at valencia, obviously it was a concern going into the next season, especially given the penalties were supposed to be escalated so that a rider would be disqualified at first offence. the organisers ended up changing their mind on this rule last minute - and now we have a mere 16 second time penalty instead. more importantly, the actual threshold was made a little more lenient:

relatively speaking, the situation this year... well, it could be worse. there's been a few penalties here and there, like fabio's in the jerez sprint - which obviously was a complete chaos race where fabio from pee five million on the grid really wouldn't have been expecting to run in clean air. (four other riders were also penalised there.) marc's assen one is particularly memorable, given it included those bizarre moments where marc let other riders ahead of him to get his tyre pressure in an acceptable range. that still wasn't enough and due to (according to marc, anyway) the bastianini contact he ended up just falling afoul of the laps you need within the allowed margins. of course, none of this is ideal. there's a bunch of ways in which it makes racing worse: for safety reasons, by making overtaking harder, by making it harder for riders to adjust to unexpected race situations. there's also not really an easy solution and no party here is 100% blameless. hopefully michelin will at least construct a new tyre that makes all this a little better. hopefully we can one day fire ride height devices into the sun

[jankillbride]

there is a cost for existing too long. even the most well-built and durable systems will break. and so, it is no wonder that the machine that will be called killy breaks. it lasts, but there is no mechanic that can fix it anymore. look at the machine that thinks it is human. except it's not a matter of thinking, is it? when a program runs so long, has reached its limits, it runs again and again in the same patterns that there's hardly any buffering, any need for the machine to actually compute what steps to take next. the machine does not "think" in this sense and so it acts as if it is human not because it has deluded itself but because it just reacts. it is told it is human, because that is what everyone expects, so that is what the machine ingrains.

it should be a simple matter, then, to readjust to the truth. you are not human, you are a machine, ingrain, move on.

perhaps because of the the damage, killy buffers. there is a moment of hesitation.

but then the program kicks in. it moves on. after all, what does humanity matter in a existence like this anyway?

[autistic-shaiapouf]

So the previous roommates having rocks for brains has worked out in my favor as I sift through the items they didn't bother to take with them

[iloveschiaparelli]

"Extremely derogatory word... (no shit) Have we become so fragile as a society that we cannot tolerate... norms of behavior that were part of human life for millennia... How much of our cultural heritage must be thrown in the dumpster..."

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[darkwood-sleddog]

Hello, I adopted a senior malamute last October, and this is the first summer I’ve had her, and she’s the first arctic breed dog I’ve had. We had no issues walking a couple miles in the winter (we live in Ohio), but now that it’s summer, she seems to struggle in the heat, so I’ve kept the walks shorter. I’d like her to stay in better shape, especially because her hips aren’t the best, but other than walking at ridiculous hours of the day (summers here are warmer now than when I was a kid), I’d like to find a way to get her more exercise without her having to deal with the heat so much. Also, my house doesn’t have a lot of floor space, and she doesn’t really play with toys. Also, also, I’ve found that she’s pretty easy to train, though she gets bored with too much repetition. I was hoping you’d have some ideas or suggestions for us. Thanks!

Ohio isn't that much different than Vermont (having lived in both states). Both have humid summers and cold winters. The not wanting to play with toys and getting bored after repetitions is pretty normal malamute behavior (hello SIGURD). If you do any training sessions indoors (especially when trying to combat heat/need for stimulation) keep things short and fun!

I consider my dogs summer to be their "vacation" from longer, harder working and walking, but they do get exercise most days. While most dogs get their fittest in summer months as their people are able to do things longer, with arctic breeds it's going to be the opposite. Keep walks short and yes, my recommendation would be to walk at those ridiculous times of the day if your dog is really struggling to adjust (early morning is going to be cooler than late evening as it's had all night to cool vs heating up during the day). You can also look for alternative locations to take your pup that might not be as hot, easy to access swimming areas, shaded trails, etc. Honestly, anything to get away from pavement and lack of trees because you would not imagine the difference in heat dirt + trees makes vs asphalt + no trees (usually a 10 degree difference here in VT on the same day). But you should also keep in mind your dog's hips and don't go anywhere she might overstrain herself. Even if you go on a short walk, bring water for your pup. Mine are happy for a drink even less than half a mile out on a hot day (on a dirt road and shaded area even).

Other things to consider:

-has she lost her winter coat? in my experience this makes a MASSIVE difference to an arctic dog's ability to acclimate to summer. Some dogs do not drop their coat on their own like it should (often time spayed females and dogs with the long coat gene), and may need extra help achieving this through grooming.

-because my dogs have less activity in the summer months i reduce their caloric intake, this also keeps them cooler as they aren't burning through calories, but please talk to your vet before doing any caloric reductions, especially with an older dog. My reductions are only ever enough to maintain body weight with reduced activity and/or drop any unwanted weight that accumulates post sled/winter season.

Also if it is super hot it is 100% okay to give your dog a day off from activity besides potty breaks. Mine are useless rugs when it gets above certain temperatures and would be very uncomfortable if forced to participate in activity. If she needs stimulation on hot days i'd reserve lots of brain games and indoor training specifically for these days.