#and we decided to calculate kilos

[nexus-nebulae]

wow i WILDLY miscalculated the difference between kilograms and pounds

[oatface]

Hi there

Yesterday I had nothing to do, and I noticed that the nine-colored deer and skykid incapacitate the krill in three hits. I decided to calculate how strong each blow was, they seemed to be the same. It turns out that in order to hit a krill with a force that would destroy it, it must be immediately like these three hits.

I took VERY APPROXIMATE values ​​to make it at least a little easier to count. I'm not a physicist, and we haven't taught this subject for two years. Of course I could be wrong about many things. I took the height and weight of the skykid as 150 centimeters and 45 kilos (our calculation is in kilograms, not pounds, so I’m sorry if this is not clear to you)

This was done purely for fun and to theorize, so please, don't take it seriously.

(also sorry for the mistakes in english, I don't speak it)

Upd: Oh, I see that this is becoming popular, I wish I could say that I am also an artist!

[weatherman667]

On Space Travel

A few things out of the way first:

Our star is Sol. Our planet is Terra. Our moon is Luna.

When referring to a star with orbiting planets, the star is the sun for those planets, and the whole thing is referred to as a Stellar System.

There is only one Solar / Sol System, and that's ours.

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The speed of light is 300,000km/s.

We all know that we cannot travel at the speed of light, but most people don't know why, other than just relativity. So, in Relativity, space, time, and mass are all relative. As you reach relativistic speeds, mass increases, time dilates, and length contracts. More on that later, but for now, when you reach the speed of light, mass becomes infinite. Further, the math most people learned in high school is over simplified. Most people calculate acceleration with a constant force, but instead you have constant power. Power = Force x Velocity, meaning that the faster you are moving in a direction, the less force you get for the same power. The reason it's simplified is that you need calculus to properly calculate the acceleration with constant power.

Most realistic expectations have us not being able to travel faster than 10% c.

The closest Stellar System is Proxima / Alpha Centauri A/B. We thought it was 1 star, but turns out it's 3. Of the three, the weakest, Proxima, is the closest. Proxima is 4.2 Light-Years away. Meaning that traveling at the speed of light, it would take 4.2 years to reach. Since 10% c is the highest we can likely achieve, that means it will take 42 years, minimum, to reach Proxima. Alpha Centauri is notably metal poor, and likely would make a poor candidate for doing anything useful. Instead, we probably want to go for Tau Ceti, which is around 12 Light-Years. This means that at 10% c, it would take 120 years to reach.

10% c is also the limit for Sub-Light Speeds. Sub-Light speeds are when you move fast enough to feel the effects of Relativity. This involves increased mass, expanded length, and the crew on the ship would experience the passage of time slower than from an external reference point. At 10%, it's about half of a percent faster.

The most common way to measure the distances in this scale is Light-Year. This is the distance light can travel in a year. 9.46.10^12, or 9,460,000,000,000km. The next most common way of measuring distance is the Parsec, which isshort for: Parallax of One Arc Second. There are 360 degrees. Degrees are divided into 60 Arc-Minutes, which are then divided into 60 Arc-Seconds, (we can blame the Babylonians. no, seriously). So, an Arc-Second is 1/360th of degree. Distance to stars is calculated from their measured parallax. This is the amount a star apparently moves position throughout the year. So, this means a Parallax of One Arc Second = 3.26 Light-Years. Parallax is more accurate than Light-Years, because that's literally what we are measuring.

The Milky Way, our galaxy, is 25,881-26,996 Light-Years across. So, at our 10% of c limit, it would take 260,000 years to cross.

The closest Dwarf galaxy to Terra is 0.025 Mega-Light-Years.

= 2.5 Kilo-Light-Years.

= 2,500 Light Years

This is surprising.

The closest full-sized galaxy, Andromeda, is 2.548 Mega-Light-Years.

= 2,548,000 light years away.

This is to put things into perspective.

Now, if you want planets to interact with each other on a regular basis, you kind of need to bend, if not outright break the rules.

There are two main ways this is done in fiction:

Space Folding: You compress space in front of you, or outright fold two disparate places together. This means that the physical distance you need to travel is dramatically lessened.

Hyperspace: The idea is that if we expand space to the fourth physical dimension, then maybe space isn't as straight as we think it is. Therefore, a trip through all four dimensions, might find a path that is shorter.

Whatever you decide to do, it should be consistent, even if it's consistently inconsistent. Say, have a number scale, the higher number means you go faster. Do something logarithmic, the idea that the longer the journey, the more time you have to power up the system, thereby making longer range travel take no where near as much time as you would expect, but still longer than short range travel. O you can do the 40k thing, and have Warp Storms that can completely change travel time, and even let you get lost in time and space.

[serious-jade]

EPISTEMIC STATUS: THIS POST IS INCOMPLETE, INSUFFICIENTLY EDITED, AND HALF THE NUMBERS ARE GUESSWORK. OTHER THAN THAT, i STAND BY IT ENTIRELY.

a quick and dirty analysis should take into account the following: -how much of the population is close to running a protein deficiency? -how much suffering does the new cheapest salient protein source have relative to battery eggs? -how much does suffering does mild (non malnutrition, just suboptimal) protein deficiency cause? this one is, imo, super understudied

-how much of a risk of higher order economic harm is there? -how much does "cost of eggs" weigh on a relationship? -how much does suffering does relationship strife cause? EDIT: I have been informed that my methodology fails to answer these questions adequately. I will strive to fix this when I have more data.

my gut intuition is that probably at most 10-20% of the population is close to running a deficiency, about half of whom are poor enough that a doubling in egg price matters, so lets say 10% to be pessimistic. please note that this is one of the guesswork numbers, since it is extremely hard to find data on this.

the replacement is probably factory farmed chicken, which is just over half the suffering per kilo of eggs, or pork, which is in the best plausible case 10x-20x better per kilo, but in the worst case about 5x worse per kilo (if we weigh all animals equally we get 20x better, if we weigh by log of synapse count we get 10x better, and if we weigh linearly by synapse count we get 5x worse. all of this assumes that pigs are treated equally badly to battery hens, which seems unlikely but not impossible). lets assume that the replacement gets 1/2 as much suffering as chickens for the sake of simplicity and erring on the side of pessimism.

I'll go for max pessimism and correct for it later (assuming that protein deficiency is, at worst, equivalent to recent onset chronic fatigue, that is to say a 44% loss in quality of life and assuming 10% of the population will end up in that state).

Germany has mostly phased out the use of battery cage systems for chickens and has not had an economic collapse (and in fact there have been no correlated economic changes). Divorce rates (which I am using as a proxy for relationship strife) also do not seem to correlate. Other places to look at here are Switzerland and Massachusetts. EDIT: I have been kindly informed that this methodology is too weak to make confident claims. I will edit this post with the results of further research when I have time, or reblog with the results if they are Long. Nonetheless, that gets us a loss of 255728 QALYs/year or 3653 deaths/year with our maximally pessimistic assumptions. Given that rampant chronic-fatigue level suffering would be blatently visible in medical and economic data, especially since it would correlate to the price of eggs more generally, this is obviously an overestimate. My intuitions are that realistically, the suffering caused is at most 1/10th that amount, and more plausibly something like 1/100th (not to mention the fact that people would probably adapt relatively quickly). EDIT: see above.

However, would this law be worth it in our maximally pessimistic scenario? Well, of course to decide that one must determine how much moral weight to assign a chicken. If we use the most human favoring common weighting (cortical neuron count), we end up assigning a chicken 0.3% the value of a human. I strongly encourage you, gentle reader, to go to the farmed animal suffering calculator and plug in your own assumptions.

Under that assumption and some reasonable assumptions about the magnitude of chicken suffering and how many hours per day they suffer (I assume that it is all the ones where they are awake), and the much less reasonable assumptions that averting a year of torture is worth no more or less than 1 QALY and that this law results in a 50% decrease in suffering, we end up nonetheless coming out ahead, but only by around 37500 QALYs or 750 lives of hellish suffering. All of this analysis is of course ignoring issues like "what if the bill raises prices without meaningfully reducing suffering?" and "what if the bill trades against more effective bills in some way?". If the answer to either of those questions is yes, the bill is obviously not worth it.

have the EAs worked out how much poorer the 90th and 75th percentile poorest would be in an America under various animal welfare laws?

[dearfuturtinylittleme]

I have decided to log what I eat in a day to keep myself motivated.

My goal is 800 kcals.

Nvm I weighted myself and have gained a kilo so I will just not eat.

I skipped breakfast.

And I skipped lunch.

Then I went to then gym for 1,5 hour. I was 1 hour at the elipse machine and did some workout with weights. Burned 522 kcals at the gym today. :)

I took a detour home and walked for 45 minutes. Burned 154 kcals.

Felt dizzy and had shaking hands, so I drank an energy drink. That is 9 kcals.

And this is when it started to go downhill. It is my brother’s birthday and we celebrated that by going to the climbing park (you know those obstacle courses in the trees 20 meters above ground). I am not afraid of those kinda stuff, I actually love it, so that wasn’t the problem. Even though I thought it was when I stepped out of the car. I was so dizzy that I thought I was going to faint.

So I ended up eating a small plain burger with a side of fries with the rest of the group before we started climbing. That is about 396 kcals. (It was a child birthday party so all the servings were for 9 year old kids)

I dont know exactly how much calories I burned while climbing, but we were doing i for 90 minutes. So I calculated 45 minutes of rock climbing as well as the amount of steps my Apple Watch has collected during the day (not including when I was at the gym and went for a walk). I burned about 246 kcals while climbing (because that shit was difficult and took a lot of strength) and overall 492 kcals from just walking around the park, to the gym and around the house.

I was exhausted after the climb, so I ate a pice of carrot cake and some chocolate frosting from another cake (but not the cake). Which were 239 kcals in total.

Total calories intake today:

Breakfast: 0

Lunch: 9 kcal

Dinner: 396 kcal

Snack: 239 kcal

Total: 644

Exercise: 1413

Calories intake: (644-1413) = -769

I am happy with the outcome of today. Because I would have passed out 20 meters above ground if I hadn’t eaten that burger. And when I am as active as I was today, it is fine to have a snack so I won’t pass out in the shower or something. I kinda realized that I should not fast on a day I am going to be working out a lot.

I haven’t actually figured out what I should and should not do when fasting. So please let me know how you guys are doing it.

[rhirhi1234]

I found a height calculator on the internet so I decided to use it on dc children so here are some numbers

Damian Wayne aka Robin would roughly grow to be 6’3 or 185 centimetres tall

That’s like a full foot taller than me. And his current height

Jon Kent aka Superboy would also roughly be 6’3 or 185cm

I think they’re parents have similar heights

But can we talk about how Jon weighs 38 kilos and Damian weighs 63 like that was a difference I was not expecting but apparently it didn’t do much to the numbers I guess

Could be the three year age gap

Lian Harper would be roughly 5’6 or 168 cm

I did have to pull the numbers out of averages I found on google so it’s probably not accurate in the slightest, but it’s the best I could do at 12 in the morning

Had to pull the same averages for Mar’i Grayson aka Nightstar. She’d be around 5’6 or 170cm.

I can’t think of anymore young heroes that wouldn’t be extremely annoying to find information on right now so let me know if you think of any.

Here’s the height calculator I used

https://www.calculator.net/height-calculator.html?ctype=metric&ptype=1&cage=5&csex=f&cheightfeet=3&cheightinch=8&cpound=40&mcheightfeet=5&mcheightinch=5&fcheightfeet=5&fcheightinch=10&cheightmeter=107.9&ckg=17.9&mcheightmeter=193&fcheightmeter=177.8&x=100&y=30

[jaywritessmut]

Weiß Chapter I- Business & Pleasure

*Weiß- White in German

Florian Munteanu x black female reader (All my fics are with black women in mind!)

Warnings: mentions of death & drug use, unprotected sex (wrap it up folks!)

Authors note: Sorry this took so long yall! I moved to a completely new state and that came with its own challenges and adjustments. Things have calmed down since but I’m about to start job hunting and house hunting which is exciting but also stressful AF! Pray for me! I apologize for any mistakes!

Word Count: 4.3K

Something about the smell of a hookah lounge drove her wild. The subtle sweetness in the air had always brought her peace, sometimes a bit of arousal. She found it much more tolerable than plain old cigarettes. But then again, cigarettes didn’t come in flavors like Blue Mist or Double Apple. She scanned the drink menu, impressed with the newer selections listed. Of course there were the outrageous names to contend with. Oil Spill? Typical Klaus she pondered. He’d always had an eye for the dramatic and it was one of the things she loved about him. How sad it was that she’d never hear one of his energetic, albeit coke fueled, rants again. She decided to pay homage to her eccentric companion and order one for old times sake. Her usual order of Jäger would have to wait.

The server took her order, fumbling over his pen as he scribbled it down. He was intimidated by her. She radiated authority and confidence. He had no idea who she was  but the level of service she was receiving let him know that she was definitely a VIP. Making a mistake could cost him his job.

He must be new. She smirked at the thought. How cute.

Most everyone here knew who she was. Her table had been closed off and ready for her with her usual selection. Sex on the beach with a deeper freezer hose. They even made sure to put it in a mango just how she liked it. As soon as she stepped her Manholo clad foot out of her pearl white BMW, she’d been escorted into the club. Tamir gave her a salacious grin while he watched her strut into the building. Yeah, he was still hoping for a piece of that. The line of impatient party goers stared on in envy as she was given preferential treatment. But she was the boss. And bosses waited for no one.

She thought about letting loose tonight. Lord knows she needed it. But tonight was all about business. She needed to think. And surprisingly she was able to do just that as the bass from the clubs stereos shook the room. They had a deal, she and Klaus. She provided the money and kept an eye on the financial and legal side of things while Klaus was the face. He managed the club events, payroll, employees, social media presence, you name it. He was good at being the center of attention while she worked behind the scenes. But he also handled the grittier parts of it all. He dealt with the foot soldiers, making sure they were moving product. And then with suppliers to make sure they weren’t getting screwed them over. Turf wars and partnerships were all handled by him. It was a messy arena that Klaus shielded her form. And it made sense.

She was a sheltered daughter of an American diplomat. Her experience growing up in Berlin was quite different from his. While he fought to escape the crime infested slum and shady gangs, she vacationed on glamorous yachts in Malta. As a kid, he’d learned about the proper price to charge for a kilo while she was taught French and art history. They came from two different worlds yet managed to build a successful enterprise together. And now with him gone, she had no idea what to do. Just why the fuck did he have to piss off the Russians?

From across the club, Florian studied her closely in amazement. Annalise Roper in the flesh. ‘Lise’ was what she went by with family and close friends. But to her secret associates, she was Snow, the cocaine queen of Deutschland. He was surprised to see her here tonight. He had had the pleasure of meeting her on only a few occasions but knew that it was rare for her to be at the club. And with the circumstances surrounding Klaus death, he would’ve thought she’d lay low and increase security. But her face was unknown in the underground circles. When rival gangs talked about taking out Snow they were expecting a blonde hair blue eyed type. Not the melanated beauty he was currently admiring. The whole thing was ingenious really.

He watched as she threw back a shot, the club lights reflecting off her deep mocha skin. Her all white ensemble gave her an ethereal appearance, as if she were floating above the crowd. The effect she had on him was evident from the noticeable bulge in his pants. Full luscious lips, sultry bedroom eyes, flawless skin. All of her features drove him wild. And that was just her face. The white midi dress she wore, clung to her curves sinfully almost like a second skin. He knew she worked out. A body like that had to be properly maintained and cared for. And he wanted to explore every inch of it.

Florian adjusted his pants before approaching her. She’d just finish placing another drink order, a Jäger with ginger beer. The already skittish server rushed from her table almost running straight into him. When he glared stoically at the poor kid, he took off faster than before, desperate to get away from the two of them. Her almond shaped eyes gazed at him curiously while she took a pull from the hose. She admired the way his clothes fit on his body. His tailored shirt accentuated his impressive biceps. and the first two buttons were undone, showcasing his signature gold chain. He had style, that was undeniable.

Florian fought the urge to look at her lips but they were too hard to resist. The image of them wrapped around the hose was enough to fuel his already wild imagination.

She let out the smoke she inhaled while maintaining eye contact

“Wusstest du nicht, dass es unhöflich ist zu starren?”

He couldn’t help the smirk that fell upon his lips. Sarcasm was her defense mechanism, but it only made him want her more.

“Ja. Ich bin nur überrascht dich hier zu sehen, Schnee”

Her eyes flashed in anger at his nickname for her. She hated the way it sounded in German. Schnee. It was nowhere near as sexy as Snow.

“Darf ich mich setzen?”

“Wirst du mich nerven?”

He took a seat next to her, ignoring her question. Asshole she thought to herself. But a very sexy asshole nonetheless. The jittery server returned with her drink and skittered off to help the next patron.

“Why do you hate me so much?” He leaned into her, pressing a muscular leg onto her. She’d always been in awe of his large frame, even daydreamed about being pinned underneath him while he did unspeakable things to her body. But she was his boss. And she didn’t fuck her employees.

“I don’t hate you. I’m irritated by you” she went to take a sip of her drink to take the edge off. Whichever bartender made it went heavy on the Jäger . She was grateful for it.

“Why? Because I turn you on?” She almost choked on her drink as he brought his mouth to her ear.

Composing herself, she turned to glare at him. But he remained unfazed by her anger.

“Who said you turn me on? And how do you even know what me being turned on looks like? You’ve never had me to know”

“We could change that tonight.”

She rolled her eyes in annoyance and turned away from him. He was a typical playboy, used to getting what he wanted with a few charming words. But she wasn’t falling for it.

"Don’t be like that. You know you want me”

“And what makes you say that?”

“Basic science. Your pupils dilate whenever I come around. And you think I don’t notice but you look me up and down while biting your lip. It’s really sexy by the way, makes me want to lean forward and nibble it myself”

She crossed her arms in indignation trying to prevent his words from having an affect on her. His eyes wandered low to admire the way her breasts were pushed together.

“You also clench your legs together when I speak to you. Just like you are right now. And if you let me, I can give you the friction you desperately need. All you have to do is say yes”

He softly strummed his finger against her thigh. The sensation made her dizzy and she struggled to compose herself. It had been a while. Her last relationship ended a year ago and the Tinder dates just weren’t cutting it anymore.

Florian leaned closer once more and brought his mouth to her ear.

“Want to bet on how many times I can make you come in one night?”

Her resolve weakened and she closed her eyes as she fought for control of her libido. This was not what she had in mind when she made her way to the club.

Fighting past her bodies screams for release, she sat up straight and scooted away from him.

“Flo, I’m here to think. I can’t be distracted. Not now”

He picked up on the solemn tone of her voice. Maybe he was coming in a little too strong. Her friend was just killed and now she was left with an illegal business that she felt ill equipped to run alone. His attempt at seducing her didn’t really help.

“He cared a lot about you, you know? And he respected the hell out of you”

She nodded as she took another pull from the hose, trying to fight back the tears that would undoubtedly come. Klaus truly was her friend. And because of some stupid deal that she didn’t even want him to take, he was dead. She’d never hear his infectious laugh or be on the receiving end of one of his bear hugs again. A chill ran through her as she blew out a plume of smoke.

“Snow, did you hear me?”

“What?”

“I said, let me take you home. This is the last place you need to be”

“I can’t. I need to be here”

“No you don’t. Elias has the club under control. We’ll figure out the rest ourselves, okay?”

Maybe now wasn’t the right time. She’d always prided herself on being rational and calculated. It was hard to be that way when so many emotions swirled through her heart and mind. Fear being the biggest one. What if this was all going to collapse? What if she was next?

She nodded, focusing on fighting back the unshed tears that blurred her vision. This was not how the night was supposed to go. But it was for the best. The business could wait. Right now she needed a distraction. She handed Florian her keys and let him guide her out the club, ignoring the curious stares that followed. Fuck them she thought. It was none of their business who she took home.

They rode in her car in silence. She was careful who she let drive her baby but she trusted Florian for some strange reason. Occasionally his eyes would wander over to her seat so that he could admire her toned legs. He imagined them wrapped around his waist while he drove into her. Or maybe over his shoulders while he pounded into her. Snow smirked to herself as she caught him staring in the mirror.

“Drei” she blurted out. He turned to her as best he could, a curious look on his face.

“You wanted to bet how many times you can make me come tonight. Die antwort ist drei”  

Surprise registered on his face as he took in what she was saying. She was giving him the green light, and he had no intention of passing up on the offer. Florian drove like a mad man, weaving through traffic with a fierce determination. The sounds of blaring car horns filled the air as he made his way to her apartment. When they finally pulled into the parking space outside, he turned the car off and turned to Snow. The tension in the air was thick and he fought to compose himself.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked

“Since when did you become such a gentleman?”

“I just don’t want you to regret this. If you say yes, I won’t hold back. If you say yes, then I’m going to make it my mission to explore every inch of your luscious body. Willst du das??”

With an unmistakable nod, she gave him the answer he wanted. She gazed into his hazel eyes, and found that his eyes were slowly flickering down to her plump lips. Florian leaned forward to kiss her, relishing in the feel of her soft lip against his. Her brought up a hand to tenderly stroke her cheek, causing her to gasp. He took the opportunity to slip in his tongue, gently coaxing her to deepen the kiss.

Something came over Snow as she unbuckled her seat belt and climbed over to straddle his lap. Without breaking the kiss, he leaned his seat back to give them more space. His hands lowered down to her ass which he held a tight grip on.

He broke the kiss, bringing his lips to the tender spot underneath her ear and began to place open mouth kisses there. The feeling made her head fuzzy with need and she felt her wetness drip from her center.

“Flo” she moaned, rocking her hips against his. She felt the substantial bulge in his jeans and it made her even more desperate for release. He chuckled against her skin before bringing his lips to hers and planting a hot open mouth kiss.

His hands moved strategically over her body, as if he was studying every spot that drew a response. He committed it to memory, trusting that this wouldn’t be the last time he’d get to taste her. He took both her hands in his and pinned them above her head and he continued to kiss her which she returned with fierce determination. The inside of his car began to fill with the sounds of her moans as he slid his hands up her right thigh.

His talented fingers began to glide between her legs. Much to his delight he discovered there were no panties to remove and his fingers found the source of the wetness sliding down her shapely mocha legs.

"Enjoying yourself are we?" he teased as he circled her clit. She moaned and shook, unable to formulate a response.

"Gut" he said as he slipped a finger inside and massaged her g-spot. She shuddered and felt himself hardened as her walls clenched his thick fingers.

He kissed her and continued to massage her inner walls while stroking her clit. The sensation of his mouth devouring her while stroking her most sensitive spot, caused heat to spread through her body. She knew her orgasm was close and she didn’t even care that they hadn’t even made it inside her apartment.

“Fuck, Flo, I’m-”

He pumped his fingers into her, stroking the soft spongy part of her with a wicked speed while coaxing her to her release. With added pressure on her clit, she detonated around him, her warm center tightening around him with a vice grip. He placed soft kisses on her neck, which she exposed to him as she threw her head back in ecstasy.

“That was one” she purred, coming down from her orgasm. She saw the flash of persistence in his eye and immediately knew she was in for a wild night. The gauntlet had been thrown down and he was more than ready to pick it up.

“Let’s get you in the house, jetzt” he growled before crushing his lips to hers.

They stumbled into the foyer of her apartment, a tangled mess of hands and lips. The ride up to her floor was nothing but him pushing her up against the elevator wall and teasing her already sensitive flesh. And right now, with them finally having privacy, she felt a mixture of excitement and fear.

“Where’s your bedroom?” he grunted, pulling his lips from hers.

“Upstairs, second room on the right”

With no effort, Florian picked her up and made his way up the steps. She began teasing him, suckling and nibbling on the soft flesh of his earlobe. His skin broke out in goosebumps making her smile with satisfaction. He made his way to her bedroom and crushed his lips onto hers, slamming the door behind him with his foot. They remained locked in a deep kiss, her legs wrapped around him, grinding on the front of his jeans. He tossed her onto the bed and she fell with a squeal of delight. After giggling and catching her breath she looked up at him.

He couldn't remember wanting anything so badly. He watched as she crawled on her hands and knees to the front of the bed and started to unbuckle his belt. Taking off his shirt, he measured the gorgeousness of her feminine curves as they lay before him. The gentle arch in her back, the slight hourglass form that widened into the luscious, full heart shape of her butt.

He needed to devour her; to put her in the ecstatic trance that drew him like a magnet to her in the first place. He needed to taste this irresistible creature.

She had succeeded in the arduous task of loosening his belt and had her little hand down the front of his boxers grasped gently around his thick member. He saw her eyes widen and her tongue trace across her lips in anticipation. He pushed his jeans to the ground so she could get an easier grip but when she went to take him in his mouth, he stopped her, took her hand off his member and kissed it.

"You first..."

Florian shoved Snow back onto the bed. She tumbled over with a giggle and a sigh as he crawled over the top of her. He teased her swollen clit with the tip of his shaft for a second and felt her shiver at the contact.

He began at her neck kissing slowly and biting gently, savoring her smell and every inch of her flavor. He made his way to her toned belly and grazed his lips over her navel, watching her toned tummy rise and fall as her breathing became more erratic. He positioned his shoulders under her thighs and gazed at her glistening pussy, laid open for him. Kissing the inside of her right thigh, then suckling the inside of her left, he reveled in her scent. It reminded him of citrus and honey.

With a long, flat tongue he tasted her.He groaned in appreciation at how sweet and juicy she tasted. Craving more, he  wrapped his arms around her legs and pulled her closer to his face, burying his mouth in her delicious folds. He could feel her wetness soaking his lips but it only made him more excited. His tongue danced around the sensitive flesh as he responded to her gasps and moans.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop” she begged.

His dick throbbed painfully, wanting in on the action. But this was for her. And he loved making her moan. It was such deep satisfaction to feel the power he had over her. She followed his lead, grinding her hips against the entirety of his mouth, using the friction to get closer and closer to her destination.

He flicked his tongue across her clit in a fluid motion and inserted two eager fingers into her slick center. Her moan rose into a pleasure-filled shriek, he heard her breath come in quicker and knew she was close to her release.

“Fuck!” she cried out, her walls tensing around his fingers as she released once more in a succulent explosion that left his mouth soaking to the bottom of his nose and his hand wet all the way to his wrist. His beard glistened with her juices and it drove him wild to be covered in her scent.

“That was two” he grunted, a sense of pride filling him. He had always been a competitive man and this was one game he was sure to win. She lay sprawled, unable to open her eyes, but with a contented smile on her lips as the waves of her body's aftershock shook her, gently bouncing her breasts. He knew she was more than ready for him.

He quickly stripped her of the rest of her clothing, the white midi dress discarded somewhere on her bedroom floor. He was surprised to discover that in addition to no panties, she’d forgone a bra as well.

“No underwear huh? Well aren’t we nasty” he taunted, as he stroked his dick along her already sensitive clit.

“Shut up and fuck me Florian” she growled, growing impatient. Two orgasms weren’t enough, she wanted more. She needed him to fill her.

He slid his body atop hers, looking deeply into her soulful brown eyes as he sank into her. Her nails dug into his skin as he pulled out before thrusting forward and bottoming out inside her.

He began long, slow, deep strokes wanting her to feel every ridge and vein of his thick cock. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning with every down stroke, perfectly in tune with his pace.

“So fucking wet” he gasped as her felt her soft folds took him in deeper and deeper. He had decided in that moment that this was his favorite place to be. He could spend the rest of his life between her thighs and die a happy man.

Her cheeks flushed as the walls of her pussy tightened around him. She knew he was big from the feel of his bulge in the car but she still gasped in surprise when he filled her up. The way he moved within her drove her wild and she was desperate for more. She hooked her leg around his waist, aching for him to be as close to him as she possibly could.

“Please baby, harder” she urged, wanting to feel him fully unleash on her.  Teasingly, he pulled all the way out until just the head was inside her and paused. She opened her eyes and looked at him pleadingly, biting her lower lip hard. He sank his cock back inside her and paused again, causing her to quiver.

“Fuck Flo, get to it!” she cried, causing something inside of him to snap. He picked up his pace, his hips thrusting in her with a feverish need. She was panting as he fucked her and leaned up to kiss him hungrily. His tongue entered her mouth even as his cock penetrated her, hitting that sweet spot. And with one sudden jerk of his hips, he felt her pussy grip him tightly before exploding all around him.

“Oh my fucking God!” she screamed as her entire body dissolved into the waves of pleasure flowing through her. Florian continued to move inside her, softly stroking her face and hair while whispering sweet words in her ear. She was completely shattered, but the hard cock pulsing inside of her told her that the night was far from over.

“And there’s three. Think you got one more for me baby?” he cooed. Her hooded gaze told him she was spent, but he was determined to win this bet. He knew he could push her past the brink of satisfaction one last time.

He pulled out of her and effortlessly flipped her over, leaving her chest pressed into the mattress. He then led her to the edge of the bed, pullingg her lower body up onto her knees. Standing behind her, Florian pushed her head down to the mattress and rubbed the head of my cock against her dripping wet slit.

With a quick thrust forward, he buried his cock inside her roughly, grabbing onto her hips for leverage.

“Fuck!” they both cried out simultaneously.

Snow arched her back, throwing her head back in ecstasy. He grabbed a handful of her hair and used it to pull her back against him as he slammed his cock into her hard and fast. She moaned wantonly, and he felt the familiar tremor of her walls.

“Are you going to come for me again baby?” he cooed into her ear.

She could barely respond but her body answered for him.

“Hold it liebling” he urged, as he pounded into her fiercely.

Her body shook with every thrust of his hips and she wondered just how she would fend off this impending orgasm. As if it wasn’t hard enough, he wrapped both hands around her neck and began fucking her harder.

Her body had no choice but to surrender to his brutal assault and she wailed into the mattress as she fought to stop herself from coming. His thick cock was buried deep inside of her, relentlessly filling her up and staking its claim over her. And just when she thought she couldn’t hold it any longer, he granted her release.

“Fuck, Snow, come! Come all over this dick!” he growled before emptying inside of her, coating her walls with thick ribbons of his cum. Her last orgasm ripped through her, leaving her a screaming mess underneath him. She had never been more thankful for her penthouse apartment that separated her from the rest of her neighbors.

Florian gently pulled out of her before laying next to her. They laid next to each other, both trying to calm their breathing and make sense of what had just transpired between them.

“So I guess I won the bet” he remarked smugly, while taking in her appearance. Her hair stuck to her forehead, dampened by the thin sheen of sweat that had broken out across her body.

“Shut up” she ragged, still struggling to catch her breath. He couldn’t help the chuckle that broke from his lips and pretty soon, they were both laughing hysterically, their arms and legs tangled together.

“What’s my prize. For exceeding your expectations?”

“The nut you got was enough of a prize” she retorted, her head now gently laid on his toned chest. She lazily drew circles around his pecs, relishing in the feel of his warm skin.

“Fair enough”

“But we do have a more serious issue on our hands now,” she continued. The problems she had at the club were still there and a few orgasms wouldn’t be enough to rid her of them. Florian looked down at her expectantly, waiting for her to explain what she meant.

“I need you to walk me through the business. I want to take over.”

Translations:

Wusstest du nicht, dass es unhöflich ist zu starren?- Didn’t you know that it’s rude to stare?

Ja. Ich bin nur überrascht, dich hier zu sehen, Schnee - Yeah, I’m just surprised to see you here Snow.

Darf ich mich setzen?”- May I sit?

“Wirst du mich nerven?- Are you going to annoy me?

Drei/Die antwort ist drei- Three/ The answer is three

Willst du das?- Do you want this?

Gu- Good

Jetzt-Now

Liebling- Darling

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[bokunoheroanalysisforthefuture]

So I would have done this earlier, but my day decided to start with a headache, and I only just got the medication to kick in to handle it, so. Let’s see how Izuku’s training goes in the second half of the chapter.

(Reminder: Don’t clean up trash dumps without proper safety gear and tetanus shots, that’s how you get sick with like twenty different things and die.)

[No. 2 - Roaring Muscles]

They meet again at the Dagobah- I mean the Takoba Municipal Beach Park at 6 AM, which is an hour that would daunt many. The narration from Izuku notes that receiving the power won’t be so easy, while transitioning to the first scene of said training:

Really, Izuku? Starting a bit on the high end of the scale there, aren’t you? Well, I mean, compared to the actual trucks and stuff, I suppose it’s not the highest end, but still. Also, that All Might shirt, I’m cackling. And All Might just sitting on top of the fridge and giving commentary, ah, my exact weird niche of humor.

(Nice ‘no dumping’ sign there. Seriously, so many trucks and cars just in that one pile??? How??? Did they get there??? I suppose strength / telekinesis / whatever, but still, this seems excessive.)

Izuku, naturally, flops to the ground in defeat while All Might makes light of the lack of progress. Izuku mentions that All Might is 274 kilos alone, which All Might corrects to 255 - at least in that form, anyways. Izuku then finally gets to asking why he’s hauling garbage across the beach.

His hands are so fucking big what the hell. Also ouch, All Might’s blunt statement of fact making Izuku slide into a depressive spiral, complete with tears. He quickly clarifies that he means Izuku’s body isn’t ready, which pulls Izuku out of said tearfest with the most hilarious ‘what the fuck’ face I have yet seen.

Like I’m sorry I’m just cackling at literally all of this, it’s just portrayed so fantastically. All Might taking all the pictures, Izuku’s confused face, then the horror in his expression as he imagines his body exploding. Man, remember that time he was worried about losing his limbs? Good times, good thing he’s going to immediately forget that once he has his quirk.

Izuku, chapter 2: My limbs!!!!

Izuku, chapter 4: Friendship ended with limbs. Now OFA is my best friend.

Also, before I move on and forget, another description of OFA provided here - it binds the physical strength of many people into one. Aka, a stockpile of power. I wonder if anything else also gets stockpiled with that physical strength, hmm… [thonk]

Another addition from discord, since I didn’t notice the translation error: All Might says his quirk is All For One there. I can’t believe he was the true villain of the series all along.

Izuku repeats to clarify - he’s at the beach to train his body by hauling trash. All Might gives him a yes and a thumbs up, before continuing on to explain how the beach has been like this for years, with Izuku agreeing, bringing up the currents and how people add to it by dumping garbage there, even when they shouldn’t… not that anyone who lives around there ever comes there.

Holy fuck All Might stronk. That was a tap and it went cronch.

Right, All Might goes on to explain that young heroes are only after fame and glory, but that heroism is all about volunteer work, no matter how unglamorous, and that they’ll strive to bring back the beautiful view - as he puts his hand on top of the fridge and crunches it down hard enough to send debris flying all around it.

All Might calls this Izuku’s first step on the path to becoming a hero, and Izuku  looks around and hesitantly asks whether All Might really means all of the beach, as the scene zooms out to give a sense of just how much work would be involved in that. All Might asks if Izuku wants to get into UA, which Izuku confirms, because All Might went to UA, so he definitely wants to go there if he can.

BABEY. Also All Might calling him a blind fanboy, which I mean, it’s true, but still.

All Might tells Izuku that, as he said before, it’s not possible for someone quirkless, and that that’s the sad reality of things. He also explains that UA’s hero course is the toughest there is. Izuku picks up on what All Might means - he has ten months to make his body ready to take on the power of One For All.

All Might turns back around with a sheaf of papers that… where did he pull them from even? Magic, I guess. He explains that those papers are his self-designed ‘Pass The Test, American Dream’ plan.

...huh, from the sound of that, if Izuku had stuck to it, he might have finished earlier than he did in canon? Which I guess makes sense with how he set himself back being a dumb, desperate teenager, but still weird to think about. Izuku notes that even his sleep schedule is planned out, and All Might whispers that it’ll be really tough, and asks if Izuku can do it. Izuku says he can, and that he knows he has to work harder than anyone to make it.

And so began ten hellish months. Starting out with dragging an empty locker set up to Toshinori’s truck and running around with tires over his shoulders.

We transition over time, seeing Izuku in class looking exhausted and thinking about dealing with another ten months of that training. He then starts thinking about his time left and his training schedule, and then about possible self-training right after he was handed a tailor-made schedule to follow by his hero and idol. What a legend.

...wait, we can calculate when this is, since the entrance exam is noted to be February 26th (which for my purposes is going to be a Sunday, for reasons I’ll get into next chapter)! So that’s 294 days, plus the week’s space Izuku wants…

Since he’s in class, I’m going to assume this is actually ‘Monday, May 2nd’ and the week he’s giving himself isn’t exact. So this is already a bit into the training, considering that we know the following:

Japanese school start the second Monday of April

Katsuki was still 14 the day of the sludge villain incident

His birthday is April 20th

That first training session had to be on a weekend

The Sludge Villain incident had to be either the 14th or 15th, with that training session at the beach two days later, on the 16th or 17th. This means that Izuku’s been training for two weeks when he starts considering how to alter his training.

Math! Where was I again? Oh right, Izuku considering how he won’t finish in time with the limited hours he can spend actually doing strength training, and what time he can afford to shave. His muttering is pervasive enough that the entire class pauses to stare at him, before the teacher finally knocks him out of the fugue by extending his arm and knocking him on the head, asking if he hit his head during the villain attack (which is again called the mudman, but I love how the fandom just collectively decided ‘sludge villain’). While the class calls him ridiculous, neurotic, and creepy, he realizes he also has to factor in study time for the exams. Also of note:

No reaction from Katsuki. Hmm.

We next get into a montage of the training, showing all the hard work Izuku is putting in. His studying is being pushed way too late at night (yikes, that’s 2:10 AM), and there’s books to translate there. I can’t read all of them, but I’ll see what I can do.

Top shelf:

ヒーロー [hiirou] 大会 [taikai] (assembly, conference) ???

Not confident on the kanji, but it’s something hero related, and I suspect would have to do with heroics laws or history.

Bottom shelf:

アメリカン [Amerikan] [H or N-styled kanji??]

Some kind of book on American… something. Possibly related to politics or history, or perhaps literature?

Yeah, that’s all I can pick out, the rest is just too small for me to discern confidently. We can probably assume it’s stuff relevant to his studies, though.

Back with the montage, Izuku’s got some bags under his eyes for a good number of these, showing how much sleep he’s putting off and how much he’s overworking himself. He’s practically asleep in class, he throws up during training, and then we get to his breaking point:

How do we keep forgetting he has both a truck and a segway? I seriously want to know what happened to both of them.

Toshinori initially thinks Izuku’s just giving up for the day, but then he actually takes a look and realizes Izuku’s overworked himself. He explains that his plan was designed specifically to get Izuku’s body ready before the exam date, but that Izuku’s hasn’t stuck to it. He notes that overdoing it is no good, and asks if Izuku really wants to pass.

Izuku, heaving for breath, says he does, but he doesn’t wanna just pass. He has to work harder than anyone else, or else he’ll never catch up, and that he wants to be like his mentor, the strongest hero.

Such desperation! Toshinori sees it as well, and realizes Izuku’s focused on the far future. He swells into All Might, picking up Izuku and calling him a blind fanboy with dumb zeal, and that that’s exactly what he likes to hear. Also, RIP Izuku, you’re fucking dead bro. He says he gets where Izuku is coming from, but that this isn’t a time to panic, and that he’ll modify the plan for him. Izuku shakily replies that All Might isn’t old.

And so we transition one last time, to February 26th, 6 A.M. - Exam Day.

That is a well earned roar of victory, considering that’s the last of the trash on the beach, already moved to position to be shoved into the truck and dropped at the dump. The entire place is spotless (asides from all the seepage into the sand, but we won’t worry about that) and Toshinori is impressed at the timing and the exceeding of his expectations. I’m gonna assume he was gone for a while in order to be impressed with the difference and the final appearance of the beach. He’s so impressed, in fact, that he swells right up into All Might.

Izuku wobbles and slips from the top of his pile, just to be caught by his mentor, who tells him well done. Izuku pants out that he did it, though he’s still got those eyebags… seriously, kid, pace yourself. All Might is impressed, and shows him his phone while Izuku shakily gets to his feet.

Seriously his hands are so fucking huge what the fuck. How does he type on his phone in that form. Also, that difference between the limp noodle of ten months ago, and the Izuku heading into the exam is notable:

Holy heck he buff now. All Might says Izuku is a true vessel now, and Izuku shakily replies that he feels like he cheated, what with all the help he got, and that he feels blessed for it. All Might thinks that that’s wrong, it’s because of his own efforts that he earned it. He tells Izuku to quit being a crybaby, and that it’s time for the award ceremony.

While plucking a hair from his bangs, he mentions that there’s a big difference between being born with a silver spoon and working your butt off to get it, and that Izuku should take to heart that he earned the power fair and square. Izuku thinks it’s like a twist out of a comic book, right in his reach, and then:

Fantastic. All Might says it doesn’t matter what it is Izuku eats, so long as he gets his DNA. Izuku mutters that it isn’t how he’d thought it’d go, and the narrative mentions the exam begins in three hours from that moment. And so the chapter closes out, with a lot of work put in by our green bean hero-in-training.

Even knowing this is what happened from the anime and fanfics, I’m still surprised Izuku actually sort of defied / ignored All Might’s plans and advice to push himself harder. I imagine this is a trend we’ll see a lot of going forward - even in his hero worship, he also lacks the restraint that keeps him from injuring himself as much as he does.

Also, forget teacher All Might, where’s the personal trainer All Might / Toshinori fics? He’s clearly a LOT better at that tailored, one on one physical training, as opposed to the class teaching or lesson planning stuff. On examination of the evidence and what went into it, we can determine the following about Izuku's training plan and the events of the chapter:

He would have been ready for OFA before the day of the exam, and probably gotten in just enough combat training in order to be able to handle the robots.

He would NOT have finished cleaning the beach at that point; it probably would have been a project Toshinori had him finish over the month between the exams and the start of high school.

At some point soon, I’ll put together a side document that’ll keep track of estimated dates for stuff. I’m sure there’s more thoughtful and accurate ones out there, but, well. Might as well make one of my own. Meanwhile, I’ll get up that character sheet for Izuku and then head into the third chapter.

[healthylifestyleandfitness]

The Secret of Weight, how does it work?

In her book, the author shows that each of us has a caloric budget that we can spend every day. You are therefore free to use yours as you see fit as long as you do not exceed the budget in question. Wondering how many calories we have in our daily budget?

For one who does not want to get fat or lose weight, it is 1,800 kcal per day , for a man it is 2,000 kcal per day. If you exceed your budget in a day, you have a caloric debt to pay back in the next few days if you do not want to gain weight. If you do not spend the entire budget, you save money and lose weight.

Thus, there is no food restriction, you can eat everything, even chocolate and pastries . But of course, once the budget is exhausted, we must stop eating to not end up in debt.

According to Florence Delorme, losing weight is mathematical . She also says that for overweight people, 1 kilo to lose equals 7,000 calories of debt . It is therefore necessary to adopt an unrestrictive low-calorie diet that does not go beyond 1,500 calories per day for women and 1,700 calories for men to gradually reduce debts.

Is the secret of weight effective?

According to the opinions and testimonials of many readers of the book who decided to test the method, the result is satisfactory. In addition to its effectiveness, the diet presents no danger to health because its permissive side prevents deficiencies. The other benefit is that the person in the plan has the right to make deviations at a party or party, for example. Just make the calculation in case of indebtedness and do everything to repay it in the next few days.

Florence Delorme has also launched a Le Secret du Poids app that makes it even easier to follow the diet. It is free and very easy to use.

The app calculates and updates your caloric debt. It also helps you count the calories of many foods. She even takes stock of your evolution in weight loss.

[godsofmonster]

Florida Kilos ≽ I.

Reader x Bangtan- Drug Cartel

Word Count- 8,500

Warnings- drugs, guns, blood, prostitution, violence, abuse, sexual content, betrayal, character deaths, ect.

≽ Links to previous chapters can be found on my masterlist in my bio because Tumblr sucks now! You can also click on the ‘Florida Kilos’ tag!

From the time that I was a little girl, growing up in poverty, I decided that my adulthood would be different. At a young age, I was more sure of myself than most of the people around me. As a result, I made my way down to Florida where I began to both make and deal cocaine- alongside the man of my life. We shared our dreams, our bodies, our business. I was in a drug cartel with responsibilities and a lot of talent. I made dangerous partnerships, million dollar deals, and a lot of money; that is where this story begins.

The lights were off and the kitchen was hot. It was midday, the sun was coming in strong through the blinds.

-

“You mix it. Like this (Y/n).” Yoongi took the rod from my hand, mixing the liquid at the bottom of the bucket. The clear substance began to cloud, a white milky color that looked better than gold.

“What is that called again? What you just added…” I asked him. I just need to hear it once more, so that way, I could never forget.

“Sodium Hydroxide.” I wrote it down in my head, spelling it out over and over again. Making a mental note of everything he said before. Sodium Hydroxide a white solid ionic compound consisting of sodium cations Na+ and hydroxide anions OH−. Like any other corrosive acids and alkalis, drops of it can decompose living tissues and cause chemical burns that may induce permanent blindness upon contact with eyes. “After we drain it, all that’s left is to cook it.”

He removed the rod from the bucket and tossed it in the sink nearby.

“This whitewater is the purest form of cocaine. What every housewife and wall street businessman likes to snort.”

-

The blend was wrapped in the towel; I waited for the stove to finish cooking another batch that was already turning into snow. Cooking was always Yoongi’s artistry- I, on the other hand, was gifted with numbers. I knew how much we made, how much we sold, and how much we lost.

I heard the front door of the trailer slam- He was home early. Too early, he should have been out for at least another 52 minutes, that could only mean, that it didn’t go well. He walked into my line of sight with his eyebrows furrowed under his black hair. I pushed my hair out of my face with my forearm and leaned my hip against the countertop.

“We didn’t complete the kilos they’re asking for.”  He took a set at one of the chairs from our two seat table. He pulled a cigarette, hidden in the back of his ear, placing it between his dry lips and lighting it.

“How many grams are we off?” He blew out smoke from his nostrils before rubbing his eyes with the side of his hand.

“14 grams.”  I cursed under my breath; calculating and recalculating what I had cooking on my side. “Finishing up what we have here would add up to a third of an ounce. If we are lucky.”

“We are going to be left with 7 grams for our personal supply. That is only $182 of the $546 that we were planning to make for the month.” He flicked his cigarette into the ashtray and blew out the smoke from his lips quickly.

“I know (Y/n)! I know…” Yoongi began to unbutton his flannel from the heat that was cooking the blow. “And that’s is nothing compared to what they are going to be selling it for throughout streets.”

I pushed myself off the counter, taking off my gloves and surgical mask, making my way over to him. It was difficult making any extra money for us to live off of. The manufacturers of this product made shit compared to the dealers, who had the contacts and connections, and we had no choice but to sell it to them. Though in our case, we sold our leftovers ourselves which was anywhere between 14 and 21 grams. Though, like Yoongi said, it was nothing compared to the price they were going to be making. Of course, what we're doing is absolutely insane. The money that we were paid was used to by the cocaine paste from contacts in Cuba. It was business and we weren't making much of a profit. We had to be careful of how much we sold at a time and where we sold it. Yoongi and I both knew the risk we were running selling on the side. Technically, we weren’t selling on anyone's territory but all of Florida was practically owned. Though, it wasn’t much coke; any competition was an act of war.

His eyes locked with mine, standing to meet me halfway; he took me into his arms and pressed me against the small table. I was only in a pair of cotton shorts and my bra; while his hands made their way down my figure, he hooked an arm around my leg. He placed me on the table and didn’t hesitate to press his lips against mine. His kiss was hot and wet, he tasted of the cigarette he just put out and an iced americano from earlier. His lips trailed against my neck with my legs spread on his sides. I couldn’t think to the care of how hot the house was when I had him so close to me. I leaned my head against the window, disturbing the blinds, and watching his head move lower down my chest. My breath grew heavy and I bit down on my lip to try and control my breathing. I pushed his dark hair away from sticking to his forehead, getting a better look the way his mouth worked on my skin.

“Yoongi…” I moaned, “I have to finish...cooking the coke.”

I lightly pushed his head away from me and sat up on the table. He sighed and stepped back, allowing me to hop off the table and walk back towards the stove.

“I’ll call Hobi to come over so we can finish packing the order.” He pulled out his phone in one hand and the other finished unbuttoning the rest of his shirt.  

“Call Kookie too. We need to give out all the coordinates over the next movements.” He nodded his head at me as the phone rang.

I made room on the counters to placed what was already cooked. Once Hobi got here, they would separate and weigh out what they needed to finish the order. Then were would see how much was left over for us. I put my mask back on and prepared what was left to be cooked.

“I still can’t stand that kid you brought in,” Yoongi muttered behind me. I rolled my eyes and glanced back at him. He tossed his shirt on the table he had me pinned against. My eyes trailed down his body while he walked over to grabbed a surgical mask from the drawer.

“He’s doing his job well,” He started at the counter,  loosely parting the cheese like material by what looked like the right amount. “Jungkook is selling everything we give him and, on top of that, he is helping us out with the orders of the Kim broth-”

“He wants to fuck you.” He laughed but, I could tell, it tasted bitter. “That is the only reason he’s obedient as a dog.”

“Who cares? It’s working in our favor baby! Besides...” I turned up the heat all the way hot before turning my attention to Yoongi. I stood by his side and wrapped my hand around his waist. “He’s afraid of you.”

“Well, he should be.” I giggled and ran my hand up his bare back. He had two bullet wound scars, one went right through his shoulder and the other missed his spine by inches.

-

“Alright doll, I want you to shoot those bottles over there.” Yoongi walked through the high grass coming back at my side. He handed me a 9mm pistol and placed his hands on his hips. “Open your legs- the aim is having balance in a strong stance.”

I nodded my head and wrapped my hands around the grip panel, “No, no. Don’t put your hand there-this isn’t a movie. Place the second hand around your wrist, to reduce the force of the kickback.”

I did what he said and gripped my wrist tightly. Closing one of my eyes, in an attempt, get a clear aim on the coca-cola bottle peeking out of the grass. My finger pulled the trigger and the gun kicked back with a loud bang. My eyes couldn’t help back the flinch at the sound and the bullet flew somewhere into the grass. I missed.

“Okay…” Yoongi stepped in. “Aim just slightly lower than your target. You need to imagine that every one of those bottles is someone trying to kill you. You only have one chance.”

I took in a deep breath, there was already a shot of adrenaline running through my body from the first shoot. In this case, the force of the escaping bullet is going to equal the force pushing back on the gun. Force is mass times acceleration. Semi-automatic pistols can hold usually between 7 and 16 bullets and fire as quickly as you pull the trigger. My hands were growing sweating and my heart was racing but I leveled my head and refocused on the target. I look down at the sight of the gun, took aim, slowly exhale, and pull the trigger.

Bang. The glass shattered.

“Shit...you got it!” I smirk spread on my lips and my eyes searched for the next target. Bang! Glass shattering. “You see that Hobi? (Y/n) is better than you already.”

I glanced behind me to Hoseok who was sitting on a nearby log. He wore a presently surprised look, with his mouth hanging open and his eyes wide. I snickered and stepped back to point the gun at Yoongi. He raised his hands up and smiled, a sight that I didn’t see very often,

“That’s my girl.”

-

I opened the front door and was greeted by Jungkook and Hoseok. I stepped to the side and allowed them into the small living room of our trailer home. Hobi walked over to Yoongi, pulling out the scales, a block press, and the almost complete kilo of blow from a duffle bag. I walked over to the table and grabbed one of the cigarettes from Yoongi’s flannel.

“Take a seat Kookie,” I said with the cigarette between my lips right before I lit it. I kept the Zippo lighter in my hand, practicing a tick I always saw Yoongi doing.

“What’s the move?” I blew the smoke from my lips before licking them.

“We are going to have to give you much less than I told you before,” I said as I watched Hobi add the last couple of grams to the kilo for the order. “We were sure to have at least a third of an ounce, but we're 14 grams short for the Kim brothers order. If we are lucky we might have 7 or 8 grams for you to sell this weekend.”

“Well, that's a fucking bummer. I had this college party lined up. I would have been able to sell it all in one night but 8 grams is just not enough.” Yoongi finished cooking what was on the stove, while Hobi pressed the order of coke into a perfect block.

“A kilo exactly.” He announced before putting the block in the microwave; so that any water and chemicals evaporate completely.

“Sell what you can- you have the rest of the month to get rid of it,” I said assuring him that though it was a bummer, it was not big of a deal. “How many grams do we have left Yoongi?”

“It looks like a quarter ounce exactly.” He said weighing what we had left over on the scale. Hobi shook his head and sighed while waiting for the block to be done in the microwave.

“Damn...everybody was looking forward to some ‘Suga’ at this party.” Jungkook laughed with disappointment.

“What did you call it?” I asked confused on his strange choice of name.

“Suga...that's what everyone knows it by.” We all turned to look at him completely confused. “The name that's on the bag.”

I felt my skin freeze and I turned to look at Yoongi. He had his eyes locked on Jungkook. He left the grams on the counter and stepped across the floor so swiftly that I couldn’t react fast enough. He walked up to Jungkook grabbing him by the collar of his shirt.

“What the fuck did you say?” He caught Jungkook completely off guard, pulling him up to his feet. “You put a name on the blow you’ve been selling?!”

“The Kim brothers do it- I thought so should we-”

Yoongi swung his fist, landing across Jungkook’s baby face. He let him stumbled a few steps back with blood dripping from a cut his cheek. Though Jungkook only needed two seconds to run back to return the punch. His fist made contact with Yoongi’s jaw. The punch had him leaning forward and spitting out blood from his mouth. I quickly stood up as Yoongi reached into the back of his pants for the gun he had tucked away.  

“That’s enough!” I stood behind Yoongi grabbing onto his shoulders.

“You fucking brat. Do you know what you’ve done?” His gun was pointed at Jungkook who stood holding onto his hand that was aching from the impact. “You put us on the map dumbass! What do you think the Kim brothers are going to do when they realize their coke is being sold under a different name and for a cheaper price?!”

“Put the gun down Yoongi,” Hobi said walking over between the too. Hoseok tore the gun from his grip and slammed it on the table. “We need to see what we are going to do now.”

I ran my hands along my hair and sighed. Labeling and naming one's product is a form of making territory- It is a way of openly saying “Here we are.” Which is exactly what we wanted to avoid.

“We aren’t selling in their territory though,” Jungkook said, stepping closer now that the gun wasn’t pointed at his head. He really needed to shut up right about now, for his own safety.

“All of Florida is their fucking territory!” Yoongi was quick to grab the gun once more and hit Jungkook with the back of it, this time, knocking him down.

“Jesus Christ, Yoongi!” I leaned down checking on Jungkook. Both his cheek and lip were cut open, blood was dripping down his chin and staining his white shirt. I looked up at Hoseok who was taking the gun away from Yoongi once again before I asked him to pass me some paper towels.

I would be lying if I said he didn’t deserve that- we could all be killed because of what Jungkook did. I would also be lying if I said that seeing Yoongi this angry didn’t turn me on. But I did bring Jungkook into our business, and so I felt responsible for what happened with him and to him.

“Get him the hell out of here before I kill him.” Yoongi turned around, walking off into the bathroom.

“Hobi please take him home. Yoongi and I will take care of the rest here- wait for our call later tonight.” Jungkook got up on his feet cleaning up the blood from his chin with the paper towels I gave him.

As soon as I saw them out, I went to the bathroom where I found Yoongi washing his mouth from the taste of blood.

“Let me take a look.” A slit on his top lip was bleeding heavily and he had a gash on his gums that cause him to keep spitting out blood. “He got you pretty good.”

“This is your damn fault too.” He pushed my hands away and walked passed me back into the kitchen.

“I understand but how was I supposed to know he would do something so stupid,” I said following behind him.

“You were supposed to keep track on him. I told you- I TOLD you that he was nothing but a cocky brat who wanted to play Scarface.” I trusted my judgment. Jungkook was young and hungry but he was serious about getting into this business.

“It was my mistake. I wasn’t clear with him from the beginning; I didn’t want him to know more than he had too but-” I cut myself off because I knew already it was my fault regardless of any explanations. “I will take care of this.”

“How do you plan to do that?” Yoongi began to wrap up the final kilos for the Kim brothers.

“The only thing we can do is stop selling for now- maybe start up again in a few months but in a different location far away,” I said walking around him to collect what little we had leftover. “Jungkook has been selling for six months if the Kim brothers new about ‘Suga’ they would have come after him already.”

He didn’t respond because he knew I had a point but he was still angry with me. I said nothing else and allowed us to clean up the kitchen, in peace,  from the mess that was made. We opened the blinds and windows airing out the smell of chemicals from our home. I took the gun and the quarter ounce of cocaine to hide them in the usual safe under our bed. I walked back into the kitchen as Yoongi was squatted down to pack up everything in Hobi’s duffle bag. I walked up behind him my hands resting on his shoulders,

“You know...the way you punched Jungkook kind of turned me on.” He stood up quickly and turned around to face me.

“I really doubt that. Especially, after how you fell to the floor to make sure he was okay.” I laughed and closed the gap between us.

“Baby you gun-butted him across the face-he’s just a kid.” He grabbed my wrists and held them tightly so that my hands wouldn’t roam around his torso. “You look so hot with a busted lip.”

There was a moment of silence that came with the blank stare he giving me. But Yoongi was quick to lunged forward and wrapped his hands around the back of my thighs. He wrapped my legs around my waist and carried me to our bed; where he tossed me onto the sheets. I sat up on my elbows, watching him unbuckle his belt as his eyes were burning holes into mine. I couldn’t help but bite on my lip, smiling, as I bought one of my legs up to open a space for him between them. Yoongi kneeled over me with his hands beside my head. His lips came crashing down on mine, I could taste the blood from his bleeding lip on my tongue.

“I hate you.” He muttered against my lips. I laughed and grabbed a fist full of his hair while he pushed his hips into mine.

“Shut up already.” I groaned.

My hands moved down his chest, reaching for the part of him that was poking me through the denim of his jeans. I palmed him through his briefs and he kissed his way down my neck pulling on the straps of my bra. I can tell how impatient he was from the way he thrust himself into my hand.

“Fuck…” Yoongi grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head. “Stay.”

I held onto the pillow above my head so that I could fight the urge to disobey him. He was quick to pull the material of my shorts and underwear down my legs, exposing my lower core bare in front of his eyes.

“You just gonna stare at it or what?” I kicked his chest and sat up. “Take those off, daddy.”

I unhooked my bra, tossing it to the side, while he finished undressing. Yoongi took hold of me again- wanting to have all the control he could have on me. He guided me on his lap, with both on my legs straddling at his side. His cock was hard and was throbbing to be lodged inside of me. I took a moment to look into his black eyes that only he had, his tan dewy skin, with blood trickling and pooling on his lower lip. I pushed his hair out of his eyes,

“You’ve never looked as good...as you do now.” This was the man of my dreams.

I leaned in close, my tongue running over his bottom lip, savoring the taste of his blood. His eyes lowered to my lips before he cupped my cheek in his hand; capturing my lips before I could even think to move away. Our tongues met in my mouth, deepening the kiss that we had fallen into. My hand landed on the nap of his neck, tugging at the strands of hair that rested on the back.

My man is a bad man but he had my whole entire world in his hands. He loves me- he needs me- he’d never leave me. My man was a good man but he was in a heartless world with no gameplan. I was the moon and he was my sun- who made me shine brighter than any diamond.

I sat on his length, he stretched me out and filled me completely. Yoongi’s forehead rested against mine while took a hold of my hips, allowing me to set the pace for the trip we were on. Our heavy breathing was reflecting the rhythm of my rocking hips. I moved slow but he pushed me down deep, carrying out every sensation to all that it was meant to be. Whimpers fell from my lips, echoing his grunts,

“You look so pretty with my blood on your lips.” Yoongi breathed while he brought his hand back up to my cheek. With this thumb, he smeared and smudged the red substance across my puckered lips as if it was lipstick. “Perfect…”

His blood stained my skin while he laid kissed across my chest, my head hanging back, I rocked my hips harder against him. I could feel my arousal leaking out of me every time he pulled out. I felt as though I could burst at any moment.

“I want you so bad…” I could almost cry. Nothing compared to having him inside of me-he was a part of me.

“You’ve got me.” He grabbed my arms to pin them behind my back. His hand was large enough to hold both of mine, while the other rested upon my hip. Yoongi began to thrust upward, hitting my insides from a whole new angle and a new rhythm.

I let out a scream that anyone near the house could make out and surely know the pleasure that was erupting in our bedroom. My core began to ache and my abdomen was burning. My legs were weak and a visible shake began to spread across my body.

“Ahh! Yoongi~” He tightened the grip he had on my hands with a few of our fingers interlocking. “I’m almost there…”

The determination glistened in his eyes, he cursed under his breath with each thrust he gave me. His hair was sticking to his forehead again and a vein was popping from the side of his neck. The sound of our breaths and our skin was filling my ears while my vision starts to haze. Though I tried to fight it- he was such a sight to witness.

Yoongi pressed me closer to him, my breast rubbed against his chest with every buck of his hips. My mind began to cloud and all I could do was feel the sensation that was running in my blood from my core to my very fingertips. As my eyes rolled to the back of my head, the only real thought that I could gather was- this must be what heaven was like.

Yoongi’s arms wrapped around my frame as he finished inside of me. There was no better feeling- no better man- that could give me that experience.

-

“Woah...how much money is in here?” I asked picking up the stack of hundreds that was wrapped in a rubber band. I flipped through the edge of the bills with my finger making a quick count of the cash.

“Enough to flee the country and not starve for a couple weeks- if needed,” Yoongi said unloading one of the three guns that had been locked away in the safe. “No one knows about this safe or this money- not even Hoseok.”

I looked up at him surprised. Hoseok was the only person that Yoongi trusted with his very life, he had said it himself. It was a shock that he would have any secrets from him but then again, in this business, you never knew.

“How come you’re showing me then?” I asked placing the money back on the counter. I crossed my arms over my chest, worried that the reason could be because I wouldn’t make out from here alive.

“I’m not just showing it to you (Y/n). I’m giving you the code to open it.” He said taking out the rest of the items that were inside. “This is your gun, your passport, and a quarter kilo of cocaine.”

“Yoongi I-”

“Hey listen to me,” He said grabbing my arm so that I wouldn’t step away from him. “If something ever happens and we need to get out of the country, we can do it with this, in a matter of hours... and- if something ever happens to me, you take this and go yourself.”

“You’re an idiot,” I said yanking my arm from his grip. “Nothing is going to happen to you. I’ll make sure of it.”

-

My body was startled out of my slumber by the bedroom door being broken down. I was in a cold sweat as I saw two men come in with machine pistols pointed right am me.

“Well damn, look what we got here!” One of them laughed as he looked at my exposed chest. Though my only worry at the moment was Yoongi because he wasn’t in the bed where we had fallen asleep. “You going to show us what's under those sheets baby?

“You touch her and you’re fucking dead! You hear m-” Yoongi’s voice was cut off and followed by his coughing. The two men began moving around on either side of the bed, I glanced into the living room where I could see other men pointing their guns into the kitchen where they had Yoongi.

There were only a few moments in my life that I could say, with all honesty, that I felt fear- this was one of them. Though, it wasn’t my life that I feared for. The only reason that I was remaining calm was that I was analyzing the situation we were suddenly in. They weren’t local authorities, much less DEA agents, no- these were men sent after us by the Kim brothers.  Two in my bedroom, two pointing their guns at Yoongi, and one that was only a voice.

That voice quickly had a face when he walked into the bedroom. He stopped in his tracks when he made immediate eye contact with me, his eyes fell on my chest, and then back at me. He was shorter than the other men, about Yoongi’s height, though definitely younger. Blonde hair framed a long face, a small nose above big lips, and a black shirt tucked into black pants.  

“I think we can keep her for ourselves, don’t you think we deserve it, Jimin?” The same guy said to him but Jimin still hadn’t taken his eyes off of me. I could tell he was doing the same as me, analyzing and calculating the next moves.

“Get her dressed and bring her too.” He turned around and was about to leave the room,

“Why? She’s probably just a whore he picked up on the street.” I smirked and Jimin glanced at me clearly seeing it.

“You think a whore would be acting so calm right now?” He asked the guy before reaching back and pulling a gun from the back of his pants. “No… She knows exactly what's going on.”  

He cocked his gun and pointed it at me. He told the men to leave the room and help out the other guys to restrain Yoongi. I contemplated my options- there was a gun tucked into my side of the mattress. I could reach for it when I had the chance, duck to the floor and shoot him the next second.

Bang. He’s dead. His men come in. Bang. I’m dead.

“Grab the clothes that are right here on the floor. No ticks.” He maintained eye contact with me. It was as if we were playing a game of who could keep their eyes open the longest but whoever blinked- died.

I slowly moved off the bed in the direction he indicated. The gun followed me as I moved, I could tell he was trying not to look down as the sheets began to reveal more of me. The question was- would he give in? The sheets were revealing higher and higher up my thighs; I purposely stepped down from the bed with one leg opened as the blanket trailed behind.

Curiosity killed the cat.  

The split second he looked down I reached behind me and grabbed the gun that was tucked away. By the times he noticed my change in objective, I already stood pointing my gun back at him. We waited both on the edge of our seats. I wanted to see if he would shoot me but instead, he waited to see if I would shoot him. Never had I met someone I could so easily read? It was because he was just like me- though, one of us had to be smarter.

“You aren’t a stupid girl. You know shooting me would be a terrible mistake.” Of course, I knew. I couldn’t hold back my smile, I must have looked like a sadist standing there completely naked and challenging him.  

I gave it another second, toying with my own life before I opened my hands letting the gun hang around my thumb by its trigger guard. I could almost see him exhale the breath that was caught in his throat this entire time. I dropped the gun on the floor and kicked it away as he instructed. I followed his orders and got dressed in the clothes that were on the ground. I wore Yoongi’s white flannel, that fit me like a dress, and a pair of my boyshorts.

He brought me out of the room with the muzzle of the gun against my back. I felt my stomach drop at the sight of Yoongi lying, face first unconscious, against the floor in a puddle of blood. My own blood boiled as the same pig who was in my room walked towards me smiling.

“See what happens when you put up a fight baby girl? You end up like your boyfriend right here.” I spit in his face so he would wipe away that cocky smile. The men behind him laughed at how he stumbled back. He must have thought my hands were tied together by the way I had them folded. That was his mistake because he was quick to slap me with the back of his hand. “Stupid bitch.”

There was a second where I looked at him through the hair that fell over my face, my cheek burning hot and I could taste my blood- at that moment he knew his mistake was not killing me.

I jumped off my feet, wrapping my legs around his torso, biting down on the first piece of flesh I could find. My teeth sunk into the skin of his cheek and I would not stop until I tasted his blood. He yelled as he stumbled back, grabbing a fist full of my hair, trying to pry me off his face. The more he tried to pull me off the more of his skin tore off. He was stumbling around so much no one dared to shoot at me, in fear of hitting him.

The last thing I remembered before blacking out was the worst pain in the back of my head. I remember thinking that my brain was exposed because my vision went white as I felt myself fall into gravity. There was a ringing in my ear but I could hear the men talking while I hit the floor. I let myself blackout with the satisfaction of knowing that man will forever be reminded of me when he looked in the mirror.

-

“How will I know?” I asked Yoongi as we laid together on a lawn chair, his arm around my shoulder, we were on the rooftop of our trailer home.

“The situation will present itself in the form of an instant.” He played with the ends of my hair, thinking that I didn’t have a clue he was doing so. “A moment where nothing or everything can happen. A circumstance in which your life is decided in a matter of  seconds.”

I sat up from his side, crossing my legs at the end of the long chair and listened closely to his words.

“Death can come in many faces. It could be a person who greets you on the street or simply walks by you and smiles.” He pulled out a cigarette from its package, I leaned in and lit up the end for him pulling away from the fire as his cheeks hollow in. “But there will be something in those eyes or in that smile; that will give you goosebumps and that feeling in your gut, when you know something isn’t right.”

I took the cigarette out of his hand, while he blew the smoke from his mouth, I took a drag of the nicotine to ease my nerves.

“A fraction of a second later, one of you will be dead and the other alive. Always make sure you are the one who’s alive. It only depends on you.”

He leaned forward, taking his cigarette out of my hand- he didn’t necessarily like me smoking- or at the very least, not from his own pack.

“But believe me doll,” He tossed me a bottle of water from the cooler beside him. “It’s better for them to just kill you, instead of letting them take you in for questioning.”

“But you just said to always be the one who stays alive. Wouldn’t I have a better chance of doing that if I answer their questions?”

“The problem isn’t if you can answer their questions (Y/n), it’s if you can’t answer them. Your chances of being able to talk your way out of trouble are close to zero.”

I looked away from him, the sunset we had been watching was far into the horizon, but the stars were right above us.  

-

There was a smell of rosewood that was strong and musky. The fragrance travels slowly in the cold air that had my nose frozen. I thought the pounding in my ears was from the gun-but but I soon realized it was from a stereo base that shook the wall above me. I groaned as I lifted my head, the room was an icy purple color, which made the lights on the ceiling vibrate in contrast. It took me a few tugs from my arms to realize that I was tied to a chair by my hands and feet. The rope was wrapped around my arms and my legs like the beginning to mummification, there was no way of breaking free from it.  

“Jesus (Y/n), you’re alive.” I turned my head to the voice to my left. Hoseok was tied up to another chair in a much similar matter. His eyebrow and his nose were stained with dry blood, along with new bruises that were forming on his face.

“I don’t think that's really something to be happy about Hobi,” I said turning to my right to find Yoongi and Jungkook beside him. Yoongi was still out cold, it was obvious that Jungkook and Yoongi put up the most fighting. “How long have we been here?”

I stayed looking at Yoongi and was relieved to see his shoulders still moving ever so lightly to indicate he was still breathing.

“Hard to say because that clock over there is really just a camera. They’ve been watching us.” I looked at to where Hoseok was referring to. I had not noticed that we were seated in front of a desk that had a clock on the wall behind it. “No audio as far as I can tell.”

“They are going to kill us. ” Jungkook said more to himself than to any of us. I could tell what was going on through his head- it was the same thing that was going through Hobi’s. How were we going to die? Would it be quick or would they make us suffer? They thought about their day. What actions led them to this moment in their life. “Fuck (Y/n). Just tell me how they’re going to do it...”  

“If you’re lucky, a bullet to the head execution style,” I said ignoring Jungkook's desperate attempt for a coping mechanism to handle this death. Even if he knew the exact way he was going to die, it wouldn’t prepare him for it. No one was ever ready to die.

“And if I’m not lucky?”

“Let’s hope we don’t find out.” I was too busy looking around the room for whatever I could find that could be helpful to me. There was a door behind the desk and another pair of double steel doors behind us.

“You have a plan,” Hoseok stated. He knew me well enough to get an idea of how my mind worked.

“My plan is the same as ever and that’s to not die.” I wasn’t afraid. It seemed hard to believe even for me but Yoongi always said, that you knew when you were going to die. Your body just knew and there was no fighting it. So my body just knew that I wouldn’t let myself die today. “Just let me do the talking and maybe I can save all of us.”

“What? Do you plan to negotiate with the Kim brothers? Are you out of your fucking mind?” I rolled my eyes at Jungkook who was spitting his words at me. “I don’t know if you’ve realized this (Y/n) but we aren’t exactly in a position to negotiate!”

“Jungkook that bratty little mouth of yours has already gotten us into enough trouble. Unless you have any better ideas, I suggest you shut the fuck up!”

We all stopped at the sound of the heavy steals doors unlocking behind us. I looked over my shoulder, watching four men coming through the doors, heavily armed with AK 12s. Among them were there three from earlier at my place but the pig who’s face I bit off was not one of them. Before I noticed anything else, one of them walked behind Yoongi, dumping a bucket of ice water over his head. The water splashed off the floor, landing on my thighs proving just how freezing it was. Yoongi gasped and his eyes shot open. He searched the room around him through his wet strands of hair. I saw his face contour in pain from all of his injuries hitting him at once.

“Min Yoongi!” A voice called out from the other side of the room. From the door behind the desk walked out a handsome man, well dressed in an expensive suit; of brown hair that grew longer in the back and a golden tanned skin that brought out his blue eyes. “You’re up! How great, we have so much to talk about.”

Jimin followed out behind, closing the door and standing by the desk with his arms tucked behind him. He wore a face of indifference but his eyes roamed their way over to me before looking away like I wasn’t there. The man was surely Kim Taehyung- Miami's drug lord who Yoongi had been making business with for the past three years.

“Kim Taehyung, pleased to officially meet you Min Yoongi.” He walked himself around his desk, squatting in front of Yoongi. Who still hand his head hanging low from a killer headache that was disabling his thoughts. Kim Taehyung stuck out his hand waiting for Yoongi to take it in a formal greeting. Though, he sighed as if he was disappointed in Yoongi’s rejection. “Hm. Maybe you’d prefer if I address you as Min Suga?”

He suddenly stepped away, his back was turned to us for a moment, though I could tell he was actually reaching into the pocket inside his suit. Before I could make out whether it was a gun or not, he took a big step back in Yoongi’s direction. He grabbed a hold of his hair, forcing him to make eye contact with a bag of cocaine held in his hand.

“Isn’t that what they call you?! Hm?!”

Yoongi didn’t say anything, even though you could see in his face that he was holding his tongue. That was boring to Taehyung. He threw the open bag of cocaine at Yoongi’, the white powder flying all over his face and he had no choice but to breath it in. I saw the bag fall at his lap and the word ‘Suga’ writing on the front.

Kim Taehyung walked over to his desk, plopping a seat in the cair, licking the cocaine off his fingers. Taehyung was supposed to be the youngest of the Kim brothers, the three of them ran their own illegal business; cocaine, guns, prostitutes. It was hard to believe someone so young would already be in charge of the entire cocaine distribution in all Florida. He definitely looked the part, carried himself like the rich brat he was raised to be, but his form of communication was fiendish. He was quick to lose his temper- he was bored and impatient.

“I told you from the beginning Yoongi- not to try to fuck us over. And now...” Taehyung laughed. He reached into one of his drawers, pulling out a TT pistol, “I’m taking my coke for free.”

“I’m not giving you shit!” Bang!

I flinched seeing the bullet go into Yoongi’s leg. He let out a groan from the back of his throat and his head hit the back of the chair. He was fighting through the pain, his teeth clenched and his eyes opened looking at me. When I looked into his eyes, I usually saw heaven, but now hell was burning out of them.

“I have your cocaine.”

All eyes switched to me. For a second I wasn’t sure anymore but I only had this one chance. I watched Taehyung raise his eyebrow and a wide smile spread across his lips.

“That’s right. I almost forgot about you, honey.” He got out of his chair this time walking up to me. I could hear Yoongi fight against his ropes but I didn’t dare to break eye contact with Taehyung. I held my head up high in front of him, letting him know I was serious about the situation. “You’re the one who bit the face off of Joshua.”

“I wouldn’t have if your men knew how to treat a woman.” He smiled down at me while his hand reached out to cup my chin. He whipped dry blood from the corners of my mouth with his thumb.

“Careful boss- she might bite your hand off,” Jimin said from the place where he hadn’t moved an inch. I moved my head away from his hand, starting to feel like a dog being caressed. Jimin’s tone wasn’t necessarily worried as much of it being annoyed.

“I sure hope not. It would be a shame to have to put a bullet through such a pretty girls head.” He pressed the cold metal of his pistol against my cheek. My breath caught in my throat but I still held my gaze at him. “Such a pretty face...you could be one of Jin’s girls.”

He tailed his gun down my neck, stopping at the collar where the buttons began. He pulled his gun down hard to ripping the first two buttons off.  

“Son of a bitch- if you touch her, you’ll-” Bang!

I gasped, my eyes scattering to Yoongi to see where he got hit.

“Next bullet won’t miss Suga,” Taehyung warned. I could feel my eyes gloss with anger, my heart was pounding in my chest. He looked back down at me, closing up my shirt, before leaning in. “My apologies dear”

He turned around to walk back to his desk. I took a deep breath before sending a glace Yoongi’s way. He shook his head at me, telling me no- but I had to do what I could. It wasn’t just his life on the line- it was Jungkook’s and Hoseok's.  

“So honey, you were saying you had my cocaine. Where can I find it?” He leaned in and crossed his hands together. He placed his gun down but it was in easy reach, pointing in my direction.

“I have a proposition for you.”

A smirk appeared on his face as if he had been waiting for me to say that. I could hear Yoongi cursing under his breath but I kept my head high anyway. I was starting to lose circulation in my hands and feet. I needed to act quickly because Yoongi was still bleeding out from the bullet.

“Why would I negotiate with you for my cocaine; when I could just beat the information out of this one and kill all of you?” He said referring to Hoseok, who looked like he was about to pass out.

“Because we’re worth more alive than dead.” He laughed, pushing his bangs out of his eyes. “I can make you more money than you’ve been making in the past three years.”

“And how would you do that, exactly?” He leaned back in his chair, placing his feet up on his desk- without a worry in the world.

“By expanding your range of distribution.” Taehyung furrowed her eyebrows. He didn’t expect such an answer. “You’ve been trying to for years. You’ve asked us for larger amounts of product one month, but the next month you asked us for much less because you couldn’t sell all of it in Florida. The Latin cartels have territory around the state, so it makes it difficult for you to expand your territory without the protection of your brother's influences on the law. But I know of a way to get the coke out of the state is a large amount- unnoticed and off the grid.”

“What makes you think I want to expand the distribution? Look at what I have here- I fucking own Florida.”  He brought his feet down and stood up, his hands were flat on his desk and his smirk was wiped clean. I had him.  

“You share Florida with your brothers. You want a power that expands across state lines because you know crossing your cocaine to the westside or the eastside states will raise the prices. While the retail price per gram of coke is between $50-$100 in the United States; that price goes up to $130-$185 in Europe. That is a deal you could have easily made since your brother has ties to the Irish mafia-If I’m not mistaken, that’s how he gets his guns, right? I’m sure he would have given you that idea many times but you’ve turned it down because you want this business to expand without their help. We’ll be working with you only and all the cocaine we produce will be for your cause specifically. You won’t have to worry about how much cocaine you buy every month- we'll be in charge of that.”

“We or you? What are they any good for?” Taehyung asked taking a seat in his chair once more.

“Hoseok and Yoongi have the connections to Cuba where we buy the cocaine paste at a cheap price; by the time they are done cooking and cutting it- the price triples. But you have the connects to distribute farther than we can ever get it on our own. Jungkook- he’s loyal and can do any task you give him. He was the only person dealing the coke we had on the side, we didn’t need anybody else, because he could do it all on his own. I trust him- and I’m not someone who trusts easily.”

“And how do I trust you? You and your guys already tried to fuck me over once-”  

“Then kill us.” I cut him off. “But we don’t have anything else in this piece of shit world. No one chooses to be in this business- not even you- it’s a matter of circumstance. We don’t have anything left to lose and all we’ve ever done is try to make something out of the nothing we have. I decided a long time ago, that I wouldn’t die in poverty. I would take everything I was and buy the world that I was deprived of or- I would die trying.”

I was staring holes in Kim Taehyung's eyes and he was in mine. He ran his tongue over his lips, letting out a deep sigh. There was no sound, no movements, for what felt like hours and all I could do was wait. At some point, I don’t even know what I was waiting for. If the gun, that held a bullet with my name on it, was being aimed at me. I didn’t dare turn to look. I wasn’t sure of anything anymore.

Suddenly, Jimin moved from his stance; he leaned into Taehyung's ear. What he whispered in his ear- I didn’t know. Taehyung’s face didn’t change and he didn’t move an inch while Jimin spoke to him. All I knew was that Jimin had saved our lives.

“Well (Y/n), you’ve got yourself a deal.”

[treadmillbuyingguides]

Considerations to consider when buying treadmills

Belt Power

The first thing you can concentrate on is finding a treadmill that fits your weight and also has a maximum speed value that matches the one you want to achieve; this is also something very personal and depends on the goals you set for yourself.

A simple truth, while not often considered, is treadmill inclination. The higher the incline, the less strength it takes for you to travel.

We 're going to set an example; if we weigh more than 80 kilos, you can buy treadmills with a minimum power of 1.5CV, but if the budget isn't a concern, you should go directly to 2C. This last choice will help you run about 15-16 km/h.

Here's something important to consider: the engine cooling system. We can select a model with a strong one; we can be sure that the model we have chosen will last us a long time.

The hope is that the treadmill will grow concurrently with the athlete, and not the other way around, because it is he who will adjust to the system in question.

Choosing a quiet motor on a treadmill is also very important , particularly if you're going to play sports while your family sleeps, or listen to music or watch TV.

Analyze through engine's peculiarities well before deciding.

Total velocity

Some athletes, particularly those who just start because they don't want to pay too much, buy a treadmill that doesn't have a lot of strength, with the excuse that they will buy another one when they boost their training.

You should know that some cheap models require inefficient speed and strength, which doesn't require progressive training to make any difference. That's why experts suggest clarifying the maximum speed the tape reaches.

If you start, choose a model that allows you to build a speed of about 12 km / h; however, if you already have some experience, you might be able to select one that reaches 15-16 km/h.

The latter are more costly, but ultimately more profitable.

Supporting tendency

The degree of incline is a value indicated in percentage mode (percent) and we can achieve more or less outstanding training depending on it.

This incline 's aim is to slowly increase the speed of the effort being made at all times while running or walking.

A powerful model would allow you to choose the "degree of inclination" at which you will be able to travel, e.g. 9, 12, 15 percent ... Or, if you're a student, pick 1%-2% degrees.

Important: While this aspect is very useful to build a successful workout, it is not advised to use it if you have knee or ankle injury. In this scenario, to determine the condition, a specialist doctor should be consulted.

Damping (shock absorption)

When we jog, it's our feet that have to be in charge of supporting our foundation absolutely, and it's likely that some kind of accident will occur if we go wrong, if we don't have the right footwear or if we don't have the right running machine.

Therefore, quality treadmills have a cushioning system that will allow the athlete to cushion the impact when doing sports and ensure that their joints are still well covered.

Many professional bands incorporate protection devices to secure our joints, like Softrack or Protech Plus.

When selecting one of these cushioning systems, you must remember the weight and whether you have had some kind of accident in the past. Choose a suitable appointment to prevent accidents, even if you have to pay more, otherwise it would have been like throwing away money.

Treadmill sizes

Maybe we should continue here. So that's because, even as we took all the above considerations into consideration while buying a treadmill, if we have nowhere to put that, we 're incorrect.

From this point, we'll have to decide where to put it, and whether it can be folded later to store it without getting in the way.

We do need to remember our height; for example, if we weigh a little more than 1.80 meters, we need a running board surface of at least 56 cm x 130 cm. But if we don't weigh too much, we could settle for 42 cm x 127 cm.

Analyzing its dimensions and weight can be critical in selecting a system that we can use every day, or one that ends up being real.

Security measures

The system we should select will also have some safety measures designed to avoid accidents; for example, the phone might ring at some stage, the doorbell rings, or we may have to deal with some form of unforeseen emergency.

Logically, in this situation we won't jump off the treadmill unexpectedly because we could have an injury, but maybe we can't wait for the treadmill to end alone.

Therefore, we would choose a treadmill with a mechanism to make the treadmill stop slowly (but never dry because it could be fatal). It should also have a mechanism so that it can start slowly and adapt to the corridor.

Analyze that handle padding is of consistency, that favors suddenness, and that is ergonomic. Otherwise it won't last long.

Treadmill repair

A treadmill 's maintenance section is not always very obvious in some models' technical data sheet, relegated at the end as if unnoticed.

We'll warn you that having an overly complex tape isn't what you 're searching for. The hope is that it only needs cleaning it periodically.

If we have chosen a quality brand, the belt itself will adapt to the time-produced wear and tear and continue to work with the same performance. If not, we might have to uninstall it, applying grease to different mechanisms ... And various tedious processes we 're sure to avoid.

Characteristics

Amateur athletes take these traits more into account than beginners; and this has its reason to be, because these first ones are the ones that influence most.

On the screen we will find some essential details to enhance our preparation and numerous initiatives to help us develop it.

Keep in mind whether the treadmill tells us the rpm, gives us details about the surface tendency, the distance we've progressed, the amount we've used the treadmill, the calories we've burned or the number of programs we 're doing.

Many people combine a basic treadmill with a smartwatch or accelerator functions; it might not be a terrible idea, but there are several questions to address about this concept.

The reality is that all these roles have a justification to be far more inspired than giving the athlete the ability to monitor their training in detail. For eg, if you did X kilometers in a certain time when you started, and now you do double, you'll be motivated to continue.

The most advanced treadmill models offer up to four different advantages on the screen for each athlete to visualize precise data.

It will be in these roles that we should think most of the time and that is because, depending on them, hundreds of euros that vary when selecting a model in question.

Care about what you need, and don't pay for anything you won't use.

Here are some of the functions that normally integrate:

Cardiac regulation

Every athlete operates with a certain heart rate value; if it's too high, we can face serious injuries, but if it doesn't rise enough, it's difficult to reach the set goals. Many treadmill models adjust speed to the user's own heart rate, helping them accomplish their goals without risk.

They also give us the choice to do this by ourselves.

User Identity Identification (ID)

A computer with this feature helps us to save various profiles, such as big families, marriages, roommates ... That's a good idea when they want to compete.

If you need this feature, make sure it has at least some user ID slots.

Fitness check

Limited, but strongly recommended, these exams. A fitness test is a software already installed and developed taking into account a set of sport requirements to assess a particular user's performance.

The idea is to start the test and calculate your heart rate, speed , distance traveled, and other favors, giving you some data you can use to enhance your preparation.

Occasionally, experts suggest these experiments to figure out where we can develop.

Training interval function

And we finish with this very advanced feature that helps us train by alternating high-intensity cycles with low-intensity ones. The aim is to make body work with the maximum possible strength in the shortest time. It's one of the most comprehensive exercises, according to several experts.

A standard system offered by qualified treadmills, alternating minutes of high strength with minutes of rest.

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Understanding Acoustic Curtains - Sound Absorption & Sound Proofing Insulation

Understanding Sound Proof Curtains & Sound Absorbing Curtains

  MUST READ INTRODUCTION

Before commencing this article, we are going to be looking at the difference between 2 elements and why buying products on the internet knowledge on a subject assists you in understanding which product is best for you. The 2 different areas when it comes to acoustic curtains. Absorption and the other is insulation (sound blocking).   Sound Absorption is used to reduce echoes and sound going around a space See part 1 Sound Proofing this is to stop sound from passing/entering into a space. See Part 2   YOUTUBE VIDEO ON SOUND ABSORPTION WITH DUO LINING    Buy Acoustic Curtains here -https://www.direct-fabrics.co.uk/curtains/acoustic   READ THIS Most curtaining products out there in the market place are beneficial to sound absorption and will have very little impact on sound insulation. Direct Fabrics offers various linings that will offer increasing amounts of sound insulation and our face fabrics are excellent for absorption. The perfect combination Unlined Curtain - Absorption ONLY - "A" to "C" Grade. Duo Lined Fleece Interlined with face fabric - Upto 7 decibels in real world test Vinyl 610gms with Face Fabric - Upto 11 Decibels in a laboratory Vinyl 610gms & Duo Lining & Face Fabric - Over 10 Decibells. in real-world office. https://www.direct-fabrics.co.uk/acoustic-curtains-soundproof-herringbone.html  

Understanding Sound Volumes in Decibels "DB"

Changes in STC/Changes in Apparent Loudness: Changes in STC Rating Changes in Apparent Loudness +/- 1db Almost imperceptible +/- 3db Just perceptible +/- 5db Clearly noticeable +/- 10db Twice (or half) as loud  

Defining Sound Volume in Real Life

Sound Level DB Source Sensation 130 Jet Aircraft at 100ft Physical Pain 110 Thunder / Artillery / Disco Deafening 90 Loud Street / Loud Factory Very Loud 70 Cocktail Party, Noisy Office, Average Street Noise Loud 50 General Office, Noisy Home Moderate 30 Private Office, Quiet Home, Empty Gym, Faint 10 Russle Of Leaves, Whisper Very Faint 0 Threshold of Audibility Nil  

Sound Absorption – Acoustic Curtains

When working with loud echoes in spaces it can be incredibly frustrating to stop sound reverberating around the room. This is where an acoustic curtain come in. Depending on the fabric it will have a varying effect on the amount of absorption that It takes and effects the sound passing back around the room. To see how good a fabric or product is at absorbing sound in a room then you need to complete the Sound absorption test EN ISO 354. This grades a product between A – E based on how absorbent a material is. When sound is projected into a room it will hit the surfaces and then it will either be transmitted through things like ceilings and walls or it will be reflected back into the room. So in a basic form the test is how much sound is sent out will return. Example Imagine. 100 units of sound are sent into a room, 80 units are transmitted out of the room and then 20 are recorded back in to the space. Thus the sound absorption coefficient is 0,8.   How is Sound Absorption Calculated Α = converted Energy +  transmitted energy in relation to the incident. The incident is the sound initially sent out. The main aim of materials hung around rooms like recording studios and theatres is to stop the sound reflecting back around and ruining the transmission of the direct sound. By having fabrics that are highly graded like black wool serge and expression dimout fabric you are limiting the amount reverberation back into the room. This is extremely important for recording studios and also quiet spaces like offices. Imagine being in a large gymnasium with concrete blocks all the way around the room. If you shout you will get a large amount of echo Here are some example reports for our best selling acoustic fabrics.   Buy Acoustic Curtains here -https://www.direct-fabrics.co.uk/curtains/acoustic Which Fabric is Best for Sound Absorption. Overview Direct fabrics will continue to add to the testing list. Direct Fabrics will add additional fabrics as demand for fashion products increases. However, the expression product testing has a gorgeous herringbone running through the fabric and the team feel this is a perfect example of Working with a variety of suppliers we have tested some fashion dimout products as well as wool serge materials. The core product for theatres, exhibition centre and performance centres is black wool serge material. This is a chosen due to being cost-effective and performance grading of "A" / "B" depending on fullness.   Direct Fabrics is now recommending a designer fabric called Acoustic Herringbone which is dimout so 90+% light stopping even when unlined., It is also a "A" Rated acoustic fabric which means that you get the highest sound absorption and also a beautiful finish with a herringbone effect for a price lower than a coloured wool serge. See Lab test result below. Prices at the time at writing this article may vary compared date when reading Fabric Application Fullness Weight Sound Class Test AW Curtains Fabric Only Acoustic Dimout *** Dimout 100% 360gms A 100mm 0.95 Curtains Fabric Coloured Wool Std Shade 100% 565gms A 100mm 0.85 Hemisphere Dimout 100% 320gms B 100mm 0.8 Curtains Fabric Standard Wool Serge Std Shade 100% 400gms B 100mm 0.85 Curtains Standard Wool Serge Std Shade 50% 400gms C 100mm 0.75 Curtains Coloured Wool Black Std Shade 50% 565gms B 100mm 0.8 Fabric Enigma Dimout 100% 298gms C 100mm 0.7 Curtains Fabric Venus Dimout 100% 255gmd C 100mm 0.65 Curtains Fabric Luxe Dimout 100% 250gms C 100mm 0.75 Curtains Fabric Kilo Wool Serge Std Shade 100% 800gms C 100mm 0.65 *** BEST SELLER Deciding which fabric to purchase Very simply you have a choice of a low cost black wool serge for a quick and effective drape to reduce the transmission of sound around a space at different frequencies. Or you can use a decorative product that is slightly more expensive that will give you even more than the standard wool. Our Hemisphere Grade B Acoustic Rated and Acoustic Herringbone Grade A Rated are both excellent value and offer a designer finish.   Understanding Gradings and Frequency Results - Acoustic Absorption.

This fabric our acoustic herringbone is the best fabric we have present and is tested to "A" rating for absorption and a 0.95 absorption coefficient.  

Sound Insulation Curtains - Sound Proofing Curtains

Introduction to Sound Proofing Curtains I am trying to block sound from entering my room. To get this result you are looking for a sound blocking curtain. In the market there are a lot of product that state they do this but in truth, they just don’t offer it in reality. Direct Fabrics has tested all of the vinyl products to EN ISO 10140-2 which is for sound insulation (sound proofing). This means that they have a lab backed report for there applications. See our range of sound proofing curtains Our entry level product is sound tested to a result of 11 decibels in a lab environment. Obviously, in a practical application, this will not be sealed on all sides but you will still get a good reduction of between 5-8 decibels. Combining this with our fleece blackout fabric you will get close to 10 decibels in a working environment. See our videos. To be clear, it is all dependent on what your trying to do. Sound Proofing Curtains and Different Uses & Effect In a new build the windows should be of a high standard and it should mean that the they are well constructed. So sound proof curtains will not stop the road noise coming through as they are deep sounds Room partitions, our curtains are ideally suited to this. Our Curtains will block upto 10db with 3 layers and with further customisations can perform even better. Drum Room Studio, stop the sound passing out of the room. By covering doorways and the walls you are reducing the sound passing around and as such out of the room. This will work well for stopping the sound.   Understanding Sound Proofing / Sound Insulation / Sound Blocking It is a common misconception that having foam egg carton shapes on the wall will stop sound coming into a wall. This is simply incorrect. Imagine sound as water, if you made a wall of sponge do you think that it will stop the water passing through. No it wont. Then imagine an aquarium tank made of thick glass, sound will work in the same way as glass and it will stay within the tank. This is the same with sound passing between spaces. From Direct Fabrics investigation and speaking with sound labs. We have discovered that the best product for reducing sound transmission is a product that acts as a rigid barrier between spaces and is strong and dense. Using an MLV (Mass Loaded Vinyl) combined with an absorption fabric will give an excellent sound reducing curtain. However, it should be known that even having a super thick layer of MLV or similar fabric will still let sound pass through any air gaps. But you should get a 10 to 20db reduction depending on which MLV you like. Please speak to the direct fabrics team for specialist products that will work for you windows for a complete sound solution. Buy Acoustic Curtains here -https://www.direct-fabrics.co.uk/curtains/acoustic   Do Sound Blocking Curtains Work? This subject is particularly difficult to quantify, and all environments will differ. A particularly good analogy I like to use when thinking about partitions and blocking sound is when you are driving in your car. You have the windows closed and it is quite quiet but as soon as you open the window even as much enough to slide an envelope through you can hear a large amount of sound. This is because sound is like a liquid and flows to wherever there is a gap. It will bounce off surfaces until it finds a route to go. When deciding to look for a sound insulation fabric it all comes down to the mass of the product and that it is tightly woven and doesn’t allow anything to pass through it.   Option 1 - Vinyl 610gms Retro Fit Lining Panels 11db lab tested

Direct Fabrics now offer 2 product in our range a lightweight PVC Vinyl that is flame retardant and has been independently tested to EN ISO 140-2. Through this test, it has received a rating of 11DB reduction in sound transfer in a space. This combined with our duo lining interlined fleece and our acoustic face fabric has given a real-world result of 10 decibells in a real suituation.   If you want to retrofit you acoustic lining straight to an existing curtain, then you can purchase this product https://www.direct-fabrics.co.uk/vinyl-acoustic-sound-insulating-lining.html   Option 2 - Vinyl 700gms to 1400gms - Coming Qtr 3 2019 7-16db weight dependent

Our other vinyl insulators for soundproofing have been brought into the range to offer heavier weight products that increase the mass in-between spaces and so insulate further. By using these materials we can reduce the sound transference between spaces. The more mass and different compositions within a substance the better it will perform. Our 900gms vinyl will perform between the pink and yellow lines. Giving around 13 decibels of reduction, this particular weight hasnt been tested but we can estimate the result. Heavier options are available but the heavier you go the less maluable they are and more weight to go through the curtain tracks installed. Option 3 - Mass Loaded Vinyl MLV 5kg. COMING QTR 3 2019

Mass loaded vinyl is a heavyweight vinyl product that has a weight generally of between 5kg and 10kg and is ideally suited for stopping airborne sound. It has a greater weight than lead and will be perfectly suited to stop sound passing between spaces when fully enclosed between objects. It is usually used a floating wall barrier between stud work and pasteboard for cinema rooms, but Direct fabrics has been trialling this in panel form. As a barrier, it is shown to reduce sound transmission by 27 DB in accordance with ENISO717-1. See Image. Direct Fabrics current offer a 5kg Acoustic Barrier Fabric that is available in a 120cm Width. We sell this manufactured into panels with eyelets above the panel. These are Sail eyelets and are 20mm. These are ideally hung onto wall screws or tieback hooks. Mass Loaded Vinyl 5kg per metre square has been tested to 27 DB in a lab environment. It is an ultra heavy weight product and can provide excellent sound results. As a loose cover, it will reduce sound by 10-20 decibels depending on installation and reduction of air gaps. Negatives of Mass loaded Vinyl. The product is a very industrial product and is made from a mineral rough compound vinyl. It is not decorative. Where it is great is for blocking sound but please note it is very heavy and difficult to put in situation. It is ideal to mount on to walls that not going to be moved.   Installation of your Products Once you have chosen your product it is imperative to ensure that it is fitted wider than the space being blocked. This will allow for the sound not to pass round the edges of the installaed barrier. So if using an mlv or vinyl use some double sided velcro or tape to attach the edges back to the wall. If using curtains then also attach the curtain edges back to the wall. Where possible have an overlap of the fabrics in the middle to get maximum coverage to stop passing through Room dividers are best suited to be ceiling mounted to reduce the air gap over the top of the curtain.     Read the full article

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weight loss

Very first somewhat of personal track record.  I come from a household of massive individuals. My father was six ft 6 inches (195cm) tall and weighed close to 300 lbs . (136 kilograms). Myself and 3 of my brothers also are about the 6 ft mark and weigh around the 260 kilos mark. I was not an awesome sportsman at school. I only began taking part in rugby in the last two several years at college As well as in the military the calendar year immediately after. Then followed a split for seven several years, right before I performed my past season. I used to be a decent head prop, and rather unbeknown to me, I wounded my base two vertebrae.  In my job I traveled a great deal, drank a whole lot, smoked quite a bit and exercised tiny. Resultantly, I gradually but certainly acquired fat. I did go to health club for two brief stints, inspired by my brother who was a championship bodybuilder. Each time I had sensible outcomes, but then my operate would transfer me, and I'd personally halt yet again. 

With the age of forty I stopped drinking, and two yrs later I finished using tobacco. And I grew to become as big like a property. My excess weight went nearly 301 pounds. I was obese, unfit and unhealthy. When my daughter advised her mom I seem like I'm nine in addition to a fifty percent months Expecting, I decided to do one thing over it And that i joined a gymnasium. Simply because I needed to vacation an extended length in really weighty website traffic, I decided to utilize the fitness center to my benefit also to journey to your gymnasium near to my operate, work out and after that go to operate. 

I did not have cash for a personal coach. Right here in SA they charge all over $200 for twelve classes. I see in the United states of america, they charge just as much as $sixty for an individual session. So I utilised a application that my brother gave me and went on a very low carbohydrate diet regime. The education plan consisted of two factors: A cardiovascular part along with a bodyweight-education aspect. The first working day, once the cardiovascular schooling, I assumed I used to be going to die. I needed to relaxation 3 times inside the 100 yards I needed to stroll  back again to my auto. But little by little but surely I got fitter, and I could run, row and cycle for longer intervals. In the beginning I misplaced fat very quickly, but just after about twenty pounds, I finished loosing body weight.

Which was the time I made a decision to employ a personal trainer. She worked out a new teaching application for me, and set me on an extremely rigorous diet regime. The condition was that I generally felt hungry, and Once i needed to do excess weight instruction, I felt weak and could not press myself to the limit. Once i complained, I didn't get a lot of sympathy, and was provided the old cliché "no ache, no get." The situation was that neither the teaching system nor the eating plan was altered to my level of Health and fitness and Power demands. As you can imagine, I cheated Along with the diet plan and did not loose any fat.

I then joined an internet based teaching, Health and fitness and diet application. First of all, a twelve-week training course expenditures up to a person week with my past coach. I was Certainly astounded with every one of the companies they offer on the net. Much more than 40 specialist instructors to get in touch with on 24 several hours a day, a lot more than 178 exercise routines demonstrated on video, a personalized food plan and training approach based upon your true level of fitness as well as a good deal much more. You'll find calculators to exercise anything from a exceptional coronary heart stage, physique mass index, for your perfect hip to Center ratio. In addition, you will find a lot more than twenty other video clips demonstrating workout routines like kickboxing, Pilates, Main teaching, aerobics and perhaps a boot camp! All no cost.

Soon after figuring out my present-day measurements, Health and fitness amount and coronary heart level, we talked about my targets and objectives, the amount I need to free above how long a period of time. My on line Physical fitness Experienced then sent me a personal schooling software and also a tailored diet plan. I learned ways to eat the best foods five periods each day and I felt powerful a brimming with Electricity. Due to the fact I are afflicted with hypertension and cholesterol, my eating plan and instruction method built provision for that and also my weak back again.

I never believe in taking diet program capsules along with other urge for food suppressants. Although they must get the job done, that's debatable, It's important to quit employing them someday. Your hunger will return and you may regain the burden missing. A person may use a little bit of a protein substitute since it is handy if you find yourself at perform and can't cook, and many nutritional vitamins and minerals, but that is all. Individually I think that just one should not unfastened a lot more than two lbs . a week, as that A great deal, coupled with the exercise routines, will cause the skin shrinking with you, and leaving you clean and unwrinkled. I also explained to my coach that I usually do not wish to look like a bodybuilder, just have an inexpensive physique. My goal was to unfastened body weight and become healthier.

Properly, I am happy to report that about the next twenty months I missing an extra forty-4 kilos, and achieved my aim fat. I'm now in good shape; do sixty minutes heavy cardiovascular education thrice weekly and resistance coaching three times every week. My hypertension and cholesterol is usually below control. Due to the guidance I been given from the online instruction and diet plan expert, I have developed a totally new lifestyle And that i am sustaining my weight.

You too can boost your fitness whenever you be a part of a good on the net Physical fitness and schooling system. They will teach you the right schooling tactics, provide you with a custom made food plan system and help you to achieve ideal Exercise.

So my vote goes to an internet based fitness, education and diet plan. They provide Substantially A great deal more than a normal particular coach and can be found for help 24/7. There is absolutely no excuse to not exercising. Begin nowadays.

Obesity has started to become prevalent all across the world. Weight-loss surgical procedure is really a are unsuccessful-Harmless treatment to achieve significant fat loss. It's improvising the life of numerous obese folks throughout the globe. Nonetheless, many people who are in enormous need of it nonetheless doesn't take into account it risky as many myths encompass it. While they could have loved the main advantages of an obesity0free lifetime, they continue combating further pounds.

Mrs. Shena Majumdar is 31 several years outdated interior designer who encountered one thing comparable. She usually had been a little chubby form her faculty days. She hardly ever minds currently being chubby, as she 'assumed' being fatty is an indication of health and fitness. She turned noticeably obese right after she was married. In the beginning, she attempted to defend her growing weight by assuming it had been as a result of her hormone amount and new food items practices. She was good that issues will recuperate as she will change with, but points failed to get as per her belief and she or he kept gaining bodyweight.

It was not Unless of course 2 several years later on when she was clinically stated as obese. It absolutely was during the maternity clinic where she sought consultation after failing to possess a purely natural conception for approximately six months. She was suggested to discover a bariatric guide and drop excess weight just before striving again. She investigated the complete phenomenon of efficient weight reduction on the Internet. She made a decision to give a make an effort to a complete-fledged healthcare therapy but 'an individual' shared their opinion that surgery could possibly make it hard for her to possess a pure conception in a while.

A horrifying canceled her appointment and as a substitute jointed a gymnasium. Even just after working out pretty really hard for six weeks, she didn't get any sizeable result. Someday she had to be carried out by her husband because of overexertion. On extensive examination, she was suggested a weight loss operation in the earliest advantage. After a session only she came to are aware that the operation would not affect her fertility in almost any way. Having said that, fat loss does improve the hormonal amount and Consequently, it could improve the chances of natural thriving conception considerably.

She underwent the operation and the outcomes were just awesome. She chooses to undergo for the laparoscopic bariatric surgical procedures and Subsequently, she was discharged rather soon. She designed a quicker Restoration and saved dropping excess weight over a time period. Even so, the health care provider advised her to look forward to a yr prior to seeking for the child yet again. Inside the calendar year she recognized many positive adjustments.

Immediately after fourteen months she all over again commenced attempting for your baby, which time she was ready to effectively conceive inside four months. She, down the road, experienced a safe pregnancy and childbirth forward. She is now leading a contented and healthful life in advance.

Several unique ordeals some very similar circumstance. As opposed to the Constitution having an being overweight medical procedures medical professional, they get misdirected via the myths bordering being overweight surgical treatment. On the other hand, it can be vital to independent myths and facts, In terms of any health-related therapy. Avail timely consultation from an being overweight surgical treatment health care provider.

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My publication that refers the Moist Robotic theory - the underlying concept that clarifies exactly how the tasks illustrate above are actually achievable - has been actually out enough time (released 2013) that individuals can now report back to me exactly how the book helped them. I recognized that is the man I wish to be. I intend to enjoy on my own regardless of fat loss, gain, skin layer or even marks. The 1st 2 weeks of the diet regimen are actually incredibly rigorous; with simply 20g from carbohydrates and quick weight-loss, which could most definitely increase inspiration. They are actually blamed for the weight increase, given that when our experts eat carbohydrates, it begins putting our blood sugar up, and that's wonderfully regular, however as our blood sugar starts to increase, the body discharges the hormone insulin. The aspect of impenetrable diet regimen is to carry out whatever opposite from exactly what you been actually informed as well as this OPERATES" it is actually been actually confirmed to work! They state the tension to land a highly-paid project, work 60 hours a week, climb the corporate ladder, raise a family members, reached the gym, and comply with a rigorous diet plan all add to the issue. An Atkins Perk shake is a hassle-free option, or even any low-carb meal that includes a combination of healthy protein as well as carbs, including a tossed salad with your selection from meat, fish or even poultry. For every brand-new diet regimen fad, there is actually individuals that exaggerate this. An over weight pal of mine jumped on the juicing bandwagon as well as I have a hard time preventing him, given that the juices are good for you. I disliked my shower room incrustations for the 1st month, couldn't observe my effective weight loss despite all my tough functions - BUT THEN, that began to, reveal a tiny loss weekly and also now I have shed a stone in body weight and this excellents to currently observe the number on the incrustations showing my loss. Even if your weight has actually not altered substantially, creating muscular tissue and also losing excess fat will certainly alter the curves from your body system therefore your garments accommodate in a different way. The genuine cause a someday rest readies, is actually to proove to your metabolism that the reduced calories on the other 6 times is given that you intend to drop weight, that the low fat consumption isn't because of absence from food items. I ensure many of you have actually wondered about these concerns and also believed that if you could possibly merely start eating a specific diet and stick to that, your troubles would be solved. I am off to obtain my calculator out and useful brand-new barcode scanner to create PointsPlus values on whatever I may get my hands on. http://egeszsegeseletmod-blog.com/normalife-tapasztalatok-hol-lehet-vasarolni-milyen-arat-kell-venni-az-ebay-en-vagy-a-gyarto-honlapjan/ possessed results along with Dukan, it might be the only diet regimen I ever before stayed with. I dropped 30 extra pounds as well as gained back 14. However NOW for the first time in my life, I acquire light-headed when I eat anything at all. After a married couple years of preserving, I continued to wish surgery but held off because my brand new hubby and also I wanted to begin a household. I have to say that really felt really good to perform therefore. That really has actually been actually a long time given that I was actually completely on planning. Finally, possessing cheat dishes assists you to possess a more beneficial relationship along with meals. I decided on the Practical balanced weight-loss diet plan" and also installed it. That is a 57 page PDF report having 28 regular food plans, treat as well as convenience food choices. For variety, Anne Collins has an unique approach of making it possible for a lot more Calories accordinged to how much body weight you need to lose. Author's belief that a plant-based diet plan may certainly not deliver sufficient protein and various other nutrients is not according to standard opinion.

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Week 7- How Much is a Pound Again?

Week 7, without fail, is one of the hardest parts of the quarter, because any cheerful energy you had at the outset is gone, and you’re still basically only halfway done what with all the homework assignments, midterms, and finals left to come. Life goes on, though.

On Monday I spent my day analyzing the data we got from the force balance lab, some of it better than the rest. The first thing I decided to do was convert the lift and drag data we calculated from pounds to Newtons. A simple calculation, just multiply by 2.204 pounds in a kilo, and multiply by 9.81 for gravity. This is the plot I got from that conversion:

Nothing broke thankfully, but I realized pretty quickly that I don’t actually have a sense for how much a Newton is, let alone a pound. My sense for the performance of wings comes from CL and CD numbers. That was the next step of conversions. It turns out that my original math was wrong somewhere, because I got a peak CL of around 6. I’m an optimist, but I’m at least realistic in my expectations. It turns out instead of multiplying by 2.2 to turn pounds into kilos, I should have divided. Oops. These are the correct plots (with some extra data, which I will explain)

The circular points represent the experimental data, while the solid lines represent theoretical data obtained by Neiman from XFLR5. Neiman also modified my code to produce these plots.

The lift data is fairly close to what we expect from a 4412. The drag, and thus literally ever other plot, however, is not. I don’t really have a theory for why this is. It seems like a systemic error, because every other group that I’ve talked to has the same information. It can’t be the sting, though, because we’re subtracting wing-off data  from the rest of the data we have. Maybe we’re not doing this correctly, but if that were the case the lift data would be off too, wouldn’t it?

In any case, the trends appear correct, and there are still a few useful bits of data that can be gleaned from these sets. For example, the high AR wing has a steeper lift curve and stalls earlier than the low AR wing, which matches the expected data. The drag trends are flipped, as the high AR wing experiences more drag, not less, than the low AR wing. The drag polar matches the expected trend (barely), and the L/D plot doesn’t actually have enough resolution to see what we want to see. Errors are still fuel for the report though!

The second lab session was when we had been assigned our mini projects and broke into teams to research the projects. It turns out that Dr. Doig was right (who would have thought?), removing the rear view side mirrors- RVSM, as they’re called in the biz- is a relatively untouched topic (although I did find an article from 2014 reporting on Tesla’s attempt to change automobile mirror laws). For some reason, people seem more interested in changing the design of RVSMs using active flow control, among other things, rather than doing away with them altogether.

Perhaps it’s the strength and intimidation factor of dealing with challenging a federal entity, or perhaps it’s the fear that the public will not be receptive to cameras instead of mirrors. Personally, I’m still a bit skeptical of the camera solution. For one, I do believe there is some merit to the hardware malfunction concerns (if only because the backup camera on my first car had some serious issues just through normal use).

More importantly though, I think that the ergonomics of replacing mirrors with cameras pose some issues. The Honda Civic has an augmented RVSM with a camera, but only on the passenger side. Why? Isn’t the blind spot on the left side just as important? The explanation that I accept is that it doesn’t make much sense intuitively to turn your head right to the center dash, to then move your car to the left. If both mirrors get replaced with cameras, the driver will have no choice but to move their head right to move the car to the left, assuming the technology we have doesn’t update too much. There are transparent OLEDs that could maybe somehow be integrated into the window or windshield, but what happens when the windows are down? Now the driver has to turn their head all the way back to look at their blind spot to change lanes, which doesn’t alleviate my concerns about keeping one’s eyes at least a little bit on the road. If these cameras are activated by the turn signal, what happens when BMW drivers want to change lanes?

In spite of those concerns, I do feel that replacing RVSMs with cameras is more likely to happen sooner rather than later. The economy of scale argument is hard to ignore: there are 190MM drivers licenses issued in the US. At an average of 12k miles (20k km) per year, that comes out to 2.3e12 miles (3.8e12 km) driven on American roads alone (while America is big (>4MM miles (>6.7MM km)), it has far from all the roads in the world (>20MM km)). At those scales, even a 1% change in any value for a vehicle gets multiplied over a million-fold. The first step is generating interest in the movement!