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spilledkaleidoscope · 5 months

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Activation Energy and Executive Dysfunction

A bunch of people (with executive dysfunction I assume) reacted a little disheartened to how I described the phenomenon.

The gist is that I used activation energy, a concept from chemistry, as a model for how executive dysfunction can keep you from doing things. Activation energy is the minimal energy that has to be available for any chemical reaction to occur and that amount is specific to every reaction.

Executive Dysfunction to me means, that this activation energy is always high, even for tasks other people experience as spontaneous reaction (yes the amount of ae and spontaneity of a reaction are not connected necessarily but bear with me here). A good example is showering or feeding yourself or sometimes getting up from the couch.

The tricky thing here is that the energy put into trying to reach activation energy is still *expended*, so while it might seem like nothing happens, you still get drained, making it harder to reach activation energy levels.

So what can we do?

In synthesis, if your activation energy is too high you basically can do two things: you either add a catalyst, or you find a different way to get to your result altogether.

The latter can be choosing a simpler recipe to feed yourself, graze on random items without making a meal until you are full or ordering food for example.

This is not always possible, but it *is* worth thinking about. An example from my life would be that I open my mail outside at the trash bins and immediately discard what I don't need because otherwise, I have paperstuff flying around my appartment that I don't get rid of.

"Weird" is not something that should factor in here. Make it functional and helpful.

The catalyst is my favourite solution however, and I can give you some tips here that you can *immediately* use. I won't know if they work for you, but they do for me (sometimes! be kind to yourself).

CATALYSTS AGAINST EXECUTIVE DYSFUNCTION

Have your tasks broken down: when you have energy, make sure that the thing on your to do list is something you can *actually* physically immediately do. Don't write "make reservation", but "call restaurant" along with the number. Not "clean kitchen" but "move dishes to sink" etc

Doorway Effect: The Doorway effect describes that silly thing that, when we cross a boundary, we sometimes feel like we've been soft reset ("what was I going to do?"). A hypothesis for why this happens can be that it helps our brain create separate contexts which then aids memory creation. What it can do for you is that it is an easy way to change context, which then frees you up to start something new more easily. Try it! Physically go through a doorway or open a different window on the computer, sometimes that is enough.

Costuming: Similar to the Doorway Effect, we are changing context in a low effort way here. Concentrate on putting on your shoes instead of taking out the trash or put on some rubber gloves if you plan on cleaning. Might be enough. Sometimes putting on mascara is enough for me to go "oh I am out of couch potato mode now"

Move! Put yourself where you need to be to tackle your task. That can already help.

Pressure: This can be done by setting a timer that will go off soon. Challenge yourself to get up and go before it rings - might stress you into inaction sometimes, but it can be helpful. I love visual timers for this as it helps with my time blindness

Prepare! If you are in a state of flow and have energy to spare *use it*. This includes breaking down your task as already described but also preparing your space - this can be a cleaned up desk or a caddy with cleaning supplies in a prominent spot.

And my absolute favorite: Throw a dice. When it is really bad, one thing I can always do is throw a dice (via an app, typing "d20" into the search bar or physically having one on me - which I usually do now). I tell myself that if I "make the roll" I get up and do it and if I don't, I try again in 20 minutes. This changes context easily, removes responsibility from me and makes the whole thing playful. I usually go with a d20 and tell myself to get going with a result over 10. If I have a particularly bad day I might need 15+ to do something. Just try it.

In short, what we are trying to do is

minimize friction by frontloading as much thinking and preparing as we can

make a context change as easy and small as possible

And remember: the goal is never to Always Be Doing Something.

#ADHD talk

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reality-detective · 6 months

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Was the Baltimore Bridge attacked? 👇

The Baltimore bridge collapse was an “absolutely brilliant strategic attack” on US critical infrastructure - most likely cyber - & our intel agencies know it. In information warfare terms, they just divided the US along the Mason Dixon line exactly like the Civil War.

Second busiest strategic roadway in the nation for hazardous material now down for 4-5 years - which is how long they say it will take to recover. The bridge was built specifically to move hazardous material - fuel, diesel, propane gas, nitrogen, highly flammable materials, chemicals and oversized cargo that cannot fit in the tunnels - that supply chain now crippled.

Make no mistake: this was an extraordinary attack in terms of planning, timing & execution.

The two critical components on that bridge are the two load-bearing pylons on each end, closest to the shore. They are bigger, thicker and deeper than anything else. These are the anchor points and they knew that hitting either one one of them would be a fatal wound to the integrity of the bridge.

Half a mile of bridge went in the river - likely you will have to build a new one. Also caused so much damage to the structural integrity of the bottom concrete part that you cannot see & won’t know until they take the wreckage apart. Structural destruction is likely absolutely.

Attack perfectly targeted.

“They have figured out how to bring us down. As long as you stay away from the teeth of the US military, you can pick the US apart. We are an arrogant and ignorantly - lethal combination. Obama said they would fundamentally change America and they did. We are in a free-fall ride on a roller coaster right now - no brakes - just picking up speed.”

The footage shows the cargo ship never got in the approach lane in the channel. You have to be in the channel before you get into that turn. Location was precise/deliberate: They chose a bend in the river where you have to slow down and commit yourself - once you are committed in that area there is not enough room to maneuver.

Should have had a harbor pilot to pilot the boat. You are not supposed to traverse any obstacles without the harbor pilot.

They chose a full moon so they would have maximum tidal shift - rise and fall. Brisk flow in that river on a normal day & have had a lot of rain recently so water was already moving along at a good pace.

Hit it with enough kinetic energy to knock the load-bearing pylon out from under the highway - which fatally weakens the span and then 50 percent of the bridge fell into the water.

All these factors when you look at it - this is how you teach people how to do this type of attack and there are so few people left in the system who know this. We have a Junior varsity team on the field.

Tremendous navigational obstruction. Huge logistical nightmare to clean this up. The number of dead is tragic but not the whole measure of the attack.

That kind of bridge is constantly under repair - always at night because there is so much traffic and they cannot obstruct that during the day. So concern is for repair guys who were on foot (out of their vehicles) working who may now be in the water - 48 degrees at most at this time of year.

When you choke off Baltimore you have cut the main north-south hazardous corridor (I-95) in half. Now everyone has to go around the city - or go somewhere else.

To move some of that cargo through the tunnel you may be able to get a permit but those are slow to get and require an escort system that is expensive and has to be done at night.

For every $100 dollars that goes into the city, $12 comes from shipping. Believe this will cripple the city of Baltimore at a time when they do not have the resources to recover.

- Lara Logan

The traffic issue was mentioned in this 👇 post

Maybe we have to dig deeper into this Bridge collapse further. Could it be a deeper issue? What's in those shipping containers? Who owns the ship?

Is it for this 👆

It has been 3 years and 3 days since the Evergreen blocked the Suez Canal. Does the number 33 mean anything?

Was this a "Black Swan Event?"

I'm just asking questions? 🤔

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theambitiouswoman · 1 month

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Hormone disrupters are chemicals 🧪 that interfere with your body’s endocrine system, which regulates hormones. They can be found in a lot of every day products like:

Plastic bottles and food containers

Pesticides in agriculture

Cleaning supplies

Chemicals used for clothing

Personal care products like lotions, shampoos & makeup

❌ These are hormone disrupters found in common every day products that you should stay away from ❌

- Bisphenol A (BPA) (plastics and can liners)

- Phthalates (personal care products, fragrances, flexible plastics)

- Parabens (makeup & personal care products)

- Triclosan (antibacterial soaps and cleaning products)

- Polychlorinated Biphenyls (older electrical equipment and industrial products)

- Flame Retardants (furniture, textiles, electronics)

- Pesticides (agriculture)

- Perfluorinated Chemicals (stain resistant treatments, non-stick cookware)

- Dioxins (industrial processes, combustion byproducts)

- Lead (older paints, pipes)

- Dye chemicals (textiles and clothing)

- Water repellents (outdoor clothing, upholstery)

- Stain repellents (carpets, fabrics)

- Formaldehyde (wrinkle free and anti-shrink treatments for fabric)

- Mercury (fish, some thermometers, dental amalgams)

- Cadmium (batteries, some fertilizers)

- Atrazine (herbicides)

- Glyphosate (weed killers)

- Perchlorate (rocket fuel, fireworks, fertilizers)

- Arsenic (contaminated water, pesticides)

- Styrene (plastics, rubber, insulation materials)

- Phosphates (detergents, fertilizers)

- Nonylphenol ethoxylates (industrial detergents, cleaners)

- Organotins (PVC plastics, marine antifouling paints)

- Benzophenone (sunscreens, plastics)

- Octinoxate (sunscreens, makeup)

- 4 Methylbenzylidene camphor (sunscreens, makeup)

‼️ Exposure to these can lead to health issues like reproductive problems, developmental issues and cancer.

🌿 Needless to say, that in order to protect our hormones 🫶 it’s important to recognize these risks and take measures to reduce our exposure them.

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ichore · 2 months

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CHAPTER 1

pairing(s): nanami kento x afab!reader x higuruma hiromi

synopsis: the three of you passed the bar and decided to celebrate in your own little way

warnings, tags: MINORS DNI, no curse au, nanami is kinda ooc, kissing, fondling, smoking, not proofread

wc: est 2k

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“It's like a church.” you whispered as you stood in the empty courtroom; the chemicals of the cleaning supplies still lingered in the air. It mixed with the woody smell of the stand, seats and tables of where usually life changing decisions were argued for and against.

“And then there she is, with her tits out in all their glory.” said Nanami Kento, who was on your left, while staring at the small statue of Lady Justice who stood proudly on the Stand ahead of where a Judge normally sat. His comment earned a furrow of your brows, but as he lifted the rim of his beer bottle to his mouth, you realized he already drank the majority of his drink - and he was already at his fourth one.

“Do you have something against breasts, Nanami?” Higuruma Hiromi slurred, the heat of his body warmed your right side. His black strands of hair fell messily on his forehead, his tie slightly loosened and awry enough to see the drops of sweat pearling on his neck. He was a mess, but the glint in his dark eyes told you that perhaps this was the happiest day of his life so far.

“Shut up, and enjoy your free drinks.” Kento spat. “Not like you look like you need any more, though.”

“Be nice, Ken-Ken…” your hand rested on Kento's shoulder blade for the span of his fleeting annoyance. Unlike Hiromi and you, Nanami Kento came from a rich family; he had the money and the arrogance to easily survive Law School, to be the second best of his class. The dreams of many came easily and fell on his lap. No matter what he wanted, he got it. Except for you, and the first place of the class - which Hiromi earned.

“I've told you not to call me that.” a defeated sigh left Kento's lips as his eyes wandered to yours that already had the curve of a mischievous smirk. “What are we doing here, anyway? We just passed the Bar, we're going to see this place a lot from now on.”

“Not like this,” you began to walk towards the stand. The lull of your own beer became evident in your unstable steps, the clicking of your heels echoed against the wooden floor, and both men silently watched and followed you as you sat on one of the tables. You held your cold drink against your chest to soothe yourself. “I'm going to be a Judge.”

“That's five more years.” Kento hissed. In that moment, he realized he was never going to have you; when he asked you if you would be his girlfriend, you said you weren't open for a relationship until you passed the Bar and now you just broke the new that he'd have to wait five more years, and even then, he would have to face the ethical concerns and troubles of dating a Judge as he was going to be a Prosecutor. For you, perhaps he wouldn't mind, but he had the suspicion that you would rather not.

“Yeah, no shit.” Hiromi mumbled, his widened eyes stared at the red bottoms of your black shoes as his index finger kept tapping against his empty bottle. He, on the other hand, hoped that despite the obvious choice of your classes, you would change your mind and become a Public Defender like he was going to be. Your sense of just mixed in with the right amount of kindness was what drew him to you. On his lonely nights, he pictured himself opening his own law firm with you, how he would give you the best office with the best view. Where together, you could save the helpless. And now, he just learned that you were going to be the one who would often take one's hope away with your decisions.

“Uhh… Thanks for the support, I guess?” you said, your sarcastic tone snapped both men back to the present where you were staring at them with raised eyebrows as your arms were tightly intertwined ahead of your bosom. “How lucky I am to have such great friends who always motivate me for more in life.”

“It's not that,” Kento clicked his tongue. His honey colored eyes looked Hiromi up and down, the fingers of his free hand fidgeting beside him like they always did before he said something vulnerable. You realized he was thinking that Hiromi was completely out of it. “I'm gonna miss you, is all.”

“Jesus… You said it yourself: we're going to be in court aaaall the time. We're probably going to see each other enough.” you shook your head as you reached out for Kento's hand and began to play with his fingers; he was always well kept, and the softness of his enormous hands and pedicured nails were something you always wished you could feel on your skin. The thud of his beer being placed on the desk next to you, his wide chest being mere inches away from your face and the way his legs were in one line with your knees in between your legs suddenly created a wave of heat in the courtroom.

“But not like this,” Kento whispered, the coldness of his drink remained on his palm and now it was pressed against your cheek. A golden strand of his hair fell ahead as he slowly leaned in, his alcohol drenched breath tickled your skin before he pressed his lips against yours. The softness of his kiss reminded you of a pillow; ever so gentle and weightless, until soft pecks turned into his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. He let go of your cheek to cup the flesh of each of your thighs to pull you closer and open your legs wider.

The view of the vibrant red of your lacy underwear against Kento's black suit pants jolted Hiromi back to reality. His heart sank as his soon to be mortal enemy devoured the woman he ached for for years, and yet, he could not bring himself to stop staring. He wanted his feet to take him out of that place, but they brought him closer to you instead. The smacking of your lips, your sighs, your hums all echoed in his ears as he stood right next to Kento.

Whereas Hiromi was in pain, Kento was on cloud 9. All he wanted was you, your touch and your skin, your warmth that was seeping in between your groins and pampered his cock into rock hardness. So when his kisses found the sensitive crook of your neck, he didn’t mind that your lonely lips found Hiromi's. In a strange way, your hand pulling the black haired man into your shared, desire filled air made his cock twitch in anticipation and the first drop of his precum began to roll out.

Hiromi's kisses were more hungry and desperate, his tongue massaged yours with the aftertaste of a punishment. His teeth sank into your bottom lip as one of his hands slapped your ass before kneading the abused flesh some more while his other hand began to fondle your breast.

The rustle of the janitor's key from outside the courtroom door made the two men nearly jump away from you. Hiromi held your hand to help you off the table while Kento fixed your skirt just in time before the old man opened the door, and found all three of you in a messy state. Kento covered his mouth with his hand, his fingers slightly pinching his cupid's bow, as if he was boiling with wrath that he got caught in such a situation - but underneath his cover, you could see that your lipstick was all over his face. Which made you realize that it meant your own face was also a mess.

“What are you doing here? The ceremony has long been over.” the janitor asked, his eyes studying the three of you with suspicion.

“Just saying goodbye, y'know…to the place.” Hiromi said, giving half a smile and half a laugh.

“Yeah, well, now I have to clean this place again. So leave.”

The walk of shame to the parking lot of the school was silent. Each of you had their eyes fixed on the tip of your own shoes until Hiromi pulled out a cloth napkin and handed it to you, motioning that you should clean up around your mouth a little. Your skin was still red from all the rubbing when it was Kento's turn to get rid of your makeup, meanwhile Hiromi decided to light a cigarette.

“That's a nasty habit that you got there.” Kento said as he took the cigarette out of the other man's hand and replaced it with the stained napkin. His free fingers wriggled from the adrenaline while his lips wrapped around the butt of the cig and he took a deep inhale, and held the smoke down.

“You know this isn't a blunt, right? Like you don't have to hold it in.” Hiromi laughed, his hands motioning the blond man to exhale already and to give the cigarette back, but before he could have it, you snatched it from the meeting of their fingers. Kento watched you from the corner of his amber eyes as he blew the smoke in the opposite direction of where you stood.

To their greatest surprise, despite your shaky hand and trembling body, you were smiling. “This was fun.” you said, finally.

“My parents aren't home tonight if you…both wanna come over.” Kento said, hiding his fists in the depth of his pockets. The late afternoon sunlight made his eyes look like two sunsets of their own, his messy blond strands gently danced along with the wind and his arms looked enormous in the posture he stood next to you - but all you could look at was the wet stain on the left side of his lap.

“Maybe another time,” you slowly exhaled the smoke before handing the almost fully finished cig to Hiromi, your fingers caressing the side of his hand as he took it from you. Suddenly, your lips crashed against the dark haired man’s while your fingers remained intertwined as Kento was nervously looking around if anybody else was witnessing the scenario - as if he knew, you were going to kiss him, too. A smile tugged at both your lips and his when you made your way to him; he devoured you like he wanted to memorize the very taste of you, his palms pressed against your cheeks to hold you as long as possible. “Be good, okay?” you said to both as you pulled away from Kento, and began to make your way to your car. Only when they were far away from you, you realized that your heart was raging against your ribcage like a bird begging to be freed. You wanted both men. You loved them, in fact, but Law was your life and you were not ready to throw your career away on the very day it just began.

“I'm going to destroy you, Nanami.” Hiromi eyed the blond man with darkness in his gaze. “In court.”

“Oh? Is that so? I think you're going to be more broke than ever.”

“Money isn't everything. It's about the people.”

“But money is everything,” Kento inched closer to Hiromi. The magnetic haze of your existence no longer pulled them together. Their tones were condescending, bile swelled at each of their words. “You won first place here, yeah, but this is a school. In real life, you won't have the manpower or the resources to win your cases.”

“Justice will prevail.”

“Do you even hear yourself? How pathetic you sound? I swear, I don't understand what she sees in you.”

“That's none of your business, Nanami. See you in court soon.” An all consuming rage began to bloom in Hiromi, his fists were tight and it took all in him to not hit the man standing ahead of him. Were it not for you, he wouldn't have walked away. But perhaps if it weren't for you, Nanami wouldn't have this type of power over him; it was you who introduced them to one another, the two very best men of the class. What was your reason to do such a thing? He wondered.

#nanami kento x you #higuruma hiromi x you #jjk x you #jjk x reader #nanami kento #higuruma hiromi #shikari writes #smut

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intersectionalpraxis · 9 months

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"97% of all water in Gaza is not safe for human consumption." with caption below- "Systemic change for collective liberation" -percentage/figure is from the United Nations [@/ theslowfactory on X. 01/08/24.]

"On 28 July 2010, through Resolution 64/292, the United Nations General Assembly explicitly recognized the human right to water and sanitation and acknowledged that clean drinking water and sanitation are essential to the realisation of all human rights. The Resolution calls upon States and international organisations to provide financial resources, help capacity-building and technology transfer to help countries, in particular developing countries, to provide safe, clean, accessible and affordable drinking water and sanitation for all." "In November 2002, the Committee on Economic, Social and Cultural Rights adopted General Comment No. 15 on the right to water. Article I.1 states that "The human right to water is indispensable for leading a life in human dignity. It is a prerequisite for the realization of other human rights". Comment No. 15 also defined the right to water as the right of everyone to sufficient, safe, acceptable and physically accessible and affordable water for personal and domestic uses." "Sufficient. The water supply for each person must be sufficient and continuous for personal and domestic uses. These uses ordinarily include drinking, personal sanitation, washing of clothes, food preparation, personal and household hygiene. According to the World Health Organization (WHO), between 50 and 100 litres of water per person per day are needed to ensure that most basic needs are met and few health concerns arise." "Safe. The water required for each personal or domestic use must be safe, therefore free from micro-organisms, chemical substances and radiological hazards that constitute a threat to a person's health. Measures of drinking-water safety are usually defined by national and/or local standards for drinking-water quality. The World Health Organization (WHO) Guidelines for drinking-water quality provide a basis for the development of national standards that, if properly implemented, will ensure the safety of drinking-water." "Acceptable. Water should be of an acceptable colour, odour and taste for each personal or domestic use. [...] All water facilities and services must be culturally appropriate and sensitive to gender, lifecycle and privacy requirements." "Physically accessible. Everyone has the right to a water and sanitation service that is physically accessible within, or in the immediate vicinity of the household, educational institution, workplace or health institution. According to WHO, the water source has to be within 1,000 metres of the home and collection time should not exceed 30 minutes." "Affordable. Water, and water facilities and services, must be affordable for all. The United Nations Development Programme (UNDP) suggests that water costs should not exceed 3 per cent of household income."

Outlined by the United Nations very CLEARLY -yet Gaza, like Tigray and Sudan, and nearly a billion people concentrated in specific spaces in the world are SUFFERING because of rampant inaction of western imperialistic governments and figurehead organizations. This IS a massive human rights violation -the IOF is DEPRIVING Palestinian people of basic necessities and is starving them... it's absolutely stunning to me that something like this isn't front page on ALL major news sources. If this was somewhere in Europe or Australia or Canada then there would be international outcry -97%!!! Despicable.

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nardo-headcanons · 7 months

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Writing Scientist Characters

this post is mainly an excuse to post a certain list of lab supplies I've made for a friend and infodump about lab work. but feel free to use this as a little resource when writing characters who are scientists and/or lab nerds. who knows, maybe it'll be of use.

General thoughts

Many people think it's a stereotype that scientist or nerd characters talk using complex technical jargon. While that is true to an extent, there actually is some kind of lab jargon. It varies across different labs and fields, but one thing they have in common is that it seeks to simplify, not the other way around.

gelelectrophoresis becomes elpho

microbiology becomes mibi

deioninized water becomes aqua dist

biochemistry becomes BC

sodium hydroxide becomes NaOH

They will probably not call a glass of water "silicon dioxide and h2o".

...and more. feel free to get creative. If you're writing in any other language than English, you can throw in one or two anglicisms as well. Also, most scientists will never gatekeep their work, and in an opposite fashion, will not shut up about it unless you make them. And no, most chemists do not know the entire periodic table by heart, only the most relevant elements. (main groups and a few commonly used metals of the subgroups) When it comes to characters doing the lab work, keep in mind that there are a lot more people involved than the scientist themself. Most scientists are more occupied with paperwork and data analysis, it is the laboratory technicians and assistants that do most of the practical work. They often have more lab experience than the scientists themselves.

Things you can have your lab nerd character do instead of making random chemicals explode

writing a lab report (and losing their mind over excel)

degreasing the glass bevel stoppers

removing the permanent marker from beakers (labeling is important)

complaining about the lack of funding of [their field] research

cleaning glassware

preparing specimen for examination

googling the most basic equations for their report

checking if the glassware and utensil collections are complete

steal single use plastic pipettes from their lab

pirating expensive textbooks

A list of laboratory supplies and utensils you can have them work with

Laboratory general (chem + bio)

Erlenmayer flasks, beakers, precision scales (3 digits), glass rods, metal spoons/spatulas, screw on glass flasks (autoclave compatible) test tubes, stopcock grease, dispensers with sanitizer and hand cream, gas burners, heating plates, eppendorf pipettes, pipette tips, Peleus pipetting aids, squirting bottles, liquid and powder funnels, incubator/drying chamber, round watch glasses, magnet stirring plates.

Microbiology Autoclave, petri dishes, agar plates, innoculation loops (reusable and metal), clean bench, microscope slides, microscope, drigalski-spatula, test tubes with clamping lids

Histology

Paraffin bath, water bath, scalpels, scissors, razor blades, microtomes (rotating microtome, slide microtome and freezing microtome), histocinette, tweezers (various kinds), ocular

Biochemistry

Sequencing robots, eppendorf tubes, gelelectrophoresis chambers, centrifuge

Analytical Chemistry

Photometer, kuvettes, burettes, mass spectro meters, UV bank (for chromatogrophies), pyknometers, melting point meter, porcelain mortars, pH paper, analytical scales (4 or more digits)

Prep Chemistry

Tripod/standing material, miniature lifting platforms, spiral condenser, colon condenser, round bottom flask (three necked and y- necked), filtration material, Separating funnel

Electrical engineering

Electric generators, Soldering iron, Clamp connectors, plugin connectors, ohm’s resistors, plug in lamps, condensers, transistors, PCBs, amperemeters, voltmeters, multimeters

Mechanics

Tripod/standing material, metal hooks, metal rods, mechanical stop watches, marbles, metal springs, Newton meters, laser motion detectors

Optics

Prisma (various kinds), various glass lenses (concave, convex, biconcave, biconvex), laser pointers, optical bench, mechanical iris diaphragm, looking glasses, monochrome lamps, lamp filters

Most used chemicals

Deionized water, ethanol, NaOH, HCl, H3PO4, NaCl (+ physiological NaCl solution 0.9)

Useful websites for writing science stuff

DNA sequence generator (simple): http://www.faculty.ucr.edu/~mmaduro/random.htm

DNA, RNA and protein sequence generator: https://molbiotools.com/randomsequencegenerator.php Annealing temperature calculator: https://tmcalculator.neb.com/#!/main

Medicine name generator: https://www.fantasynamegenerators.com/medicine-names.php Anything chemistry related: https://www.wolframalpha.com/input?i=chemistry

Commonly used software:

MS Excel

Yenka

CASSY Lab

LabView

SpectraLab

LIMS

LaTex

Slack

Scientist friends, feel free to add onto this.

Have fun writing!

#creative writing #writing #resource #writing resources #science #biology #chemistry #physics #writing guide #writers on tumblr #writeblr #rp #rp resources

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paintedscales · 11 days

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FFXIV Write 2024 :: Day Ten

Prompt: Stable Characters: Esenaij Sagahl, Bayarmaa Sagahl, Teiamon, Nomin tal Kheeriin Word Count: 916 Notes + Warnings: Digimon AU; oops, it's about cancer again with personal experience projections. (did you know it's leukemia awareness month in addition to ffxiv write?)

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A medicinal stench mixed with latex and the sickeningly chemical smell of cleaning supplies permeated the air as Esenaij and Baraymaa sat in the waiting room. Esenaij’s leg bounced with restless energy whereas Bayarmaa was staring down intently at her phone, trying to immerse herself in whatever media content she could find that would prove itself distracting enough. Teiamon, laid in the chair next to them, wings drooped at her sides as she silently fretted for her Digidestined partner. For them, the day was long, as Nomin had been taken into surgery following her stabilization from getting blood transfusions.

The process, they were told, was simple enough. As the surgeon explained prior, they were taking a catheter with a gel insertion point and running its tube all the way down into one of Nomin’s arteries that had a close and direct entrypoint to her heart for chemotherapy and other such medical necessities. Where the port would be tucked away under her skin just under her left side collarbone, doctors and nurses would use it so Nomin’s heart pumping would distribute the components more quickly through her body.

“Sagahl?”

At the sound of their name, both Esenaij and Bayarmaa looked up at the woman who called for them and stood. Teiamon roused and soon followed, flapping her wings half heartedly as she took to the air.

“They’re waking Nomin up right now. If you follow me, we can get you guys to see her and get her some familiar faces to look at.” The nurse offered a smile. It was practiced and made amicable to assuage the anxieties and fears that those related may have.

Once they followed the nurse, she led them through corridors and toward one of the patient care rooms. The sound of footsteps filled the hall alongside the distant beeping of whatever myriad of medical technologies they had that were doing their jobs. A stifling cacophony that reminded them that they were indeed within a hospital and that this was not a bad dream.

When they reached the room, Nomin seemed out of sorts, but fine for the most part. A nasal cannula was affixed to her face, as one had been prior. Seeing her siblings and partner Digimon, however, Nomin perked up and managed a small wave to greet them.

“Hey, Bluebell,” Bayarmaa said, weaving in past Esenaij and taking a seat next to the bed. She reached over, taking Nomin’s hand into hers, being careful of the IV that was attached and taped to Nomin’s wrist. It was cinched off, the new catheter being broken in for use with a saline drip, its bag hanging over the hospital bed on the IV stand.

“We’ll be back to take her to the oncology ward soon. She’ll have a bigger room, so more space for the two of you to also walk around in. In the meantime, her doctor will come in shortly and let you know of any new things to keep in mind and what her blood counts are looking like,” the nurse said. Esenaij gave her a nod in acknowledgement and a quiet word of thanks before she left them.

Once the door clicked shut, Esenaij walked over to the other side of the bed, taking the doctor’s stool to use as a seat as he looked over at Nomin. Guilt that he was trying so hard to hide lingered on his face. He, like Bayarmaa, reached over and placed a hand over her free one.

“... I’m…I’m sorry I didn’t take your signs of sickness more seriously before…all this…” Esenaij said, struggling with what words to use -- with what words would be appropriate. “I didn’t think…I didn’t know…”

“... It’s not your fault…” Nomin softly replied. She curled her fingers to grasp Bayarmaa’s hand. “None of us knew…none of us went through this before. I mean…”

Nomin gave a shallow sigh. “... Mum and dad passed away just a couple years after they adopted me when I was still in diapers. And…it’s not like any of us know about what my biological parents’ medical history is like… None of us knew this was possible.”

“But you’re my responsibility, Nomin. I should have paid more attention, should have--”

“You did what you could,” Bayarmaa spoke up, interrupting Esenaij. Her brow furrowed, and she looked at him with a serious expression on her face. “Esenaij, you can’t make this about you. You already have so much responsibility you took on for yourself after Mum and Dad died. Don’t blame yourself for something none of us could have seen coming.”

The room fell silent, only the heart monitor sounding off with its rhythmic beep…beep…beep.

“Th-The important thing is that Nomin got to a hospital!” Teiamon said, breaking the silence and fluttering over so that she was nestled atop Nomin’s lap. She gave Nomin an efforted smile. “And so long as Nomin gets the care she needs, we should cheer for her swift recovery!”

“Now that’s a sentiment I can get behind,” Nomin said, smiling back in kind. Though, her stomach decided that it was also going to cut the tension as it growled loudly. Obnoxiously, even.

“You got a Digimon in there, Nomin?” Teiamon asked. The interruption was enough to make her and even Bayarmaa start giggling. From there, Esenaij managed to give an amused scoff of his own, a slight smile tugging at his lips.

“With the anesthesia done, you actually must be starving, huh?” Esenaij commented.

“I’m absolutely ravenous right now,” Nomin laughed.

#ffxiv #ffxiv writing #my writing #ffxiv oc #oc: nomin tal kheeriin #oc: esenaij sagahl #oc: bayarmaa sagahl #oc: teiamon #digimon au #digimon writing #ffxivwrite2024

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agirlandherquill · 2 months

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the troublesome typewriter

introducing rust bucket!

she’s an olympia sm2, and also my summer project, i got her mid-july and ive been working on her for about three hours nearly every day ever since

now when i got her, she was a mess, and i mean a mess - what im assuming is decades worth of grime, dust, rust, and i dread to think what else came off of her - hot soapy water was a life saver in terms of cleaning, then pure white vinegar (not the distilled kind, ive been using the elbow grease brand since that’s all i could find in my local supermarket) to get rid of the rust,

waging a war with rust, im fairly certain its surface rust, has been a nightmare - ive removed as much as i can, it takes a long time with pure white vinegar since its not the strongest thing in the world but since it doesn’t seem to harm the machine itself i don’t mind, its a bit of a trade off rather than risking using harsher chemicals, but of course rust adds character (is that my way of excusing the little bits of rust here and there that i can’t quite get off? yes, yes it is) so i decided to call her rust bucket,

she’s not completely good to go yet, she’s had a bit of an oil and a clean to free up the keys and the carriage because let me tell you, when i first got her, those did not want to move one bit,

then i had to spend a few hours tinkering with the drawband, working out how to adjust the tension and use a wire with a makeshift hook to thread it back to where it’s supposed to be and attach it to the carriage to make it move while typing - which before i sorted it out, it did not do, at all - and i finally managed to sort that issue today!

it’s around 85% working, perfectly fine writing a5 wise since that’s about halfway through the ruled scale, but going past halfway for a4 seems to require me pressing the shift button to give it a bit of a wiggle so to speak so that the carriage shifts on and i can type the next letter, so doing that between letters is the only slightly annoying part, but given the fact that it didn’t even move at all before i started working on it I’m more than happy with how it is,

all i have left to do is give her a final scrub, a bit more sanding down (might do that before the scrub im not too sure), then painting!

i know it’s not the usual stuff i post on writeblr, not at all, but i figured if i’m going to try and write on this thing when it’s all sorted out then it’s worth sharing,

and it’s also a way for me to remember that i actually made this decades old machine work again, and it’s the first time ive ever tried anything like that, so im super happy with how its gone so far!

and considering ive only spent about £20, including the machine itself then with supplies, it’s really going to pay off for future me and future writing (i hope!),

so hopefully in a couple of weeks i’ll be able to show you all rust bucket when she’s all finished!

#writeblr

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collabsfullfillment · 1 year

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Continuing from my previous fic- Mint gets curious about what exactly Sunshine was doing that night with the soda, and decides to experiment when he has a moment of privacy.

Mint belongs to a close friend, and a lot of the writing here is edited from their own words!

⚠️ soda bloat, sexual content, Getting Caught (sorta)

Min0rs/pr0ship DNI! 18+ only! AGELESS BLOGS LIKING/REBLOGGING WILL BE BLOCKED!

As Milton finishes arranging his supplies in his medical bag, he finds his thoughts wandering. He and Hito have checked into a hotel for the day, and his companion is off on an errand… he's got some rare time to himself.

He fully intends to indulge himself- the only question is how. He sits down on his bed, preparing to make himself comfortable…

When a light from Hito's abandoned mailbag catches his eye.

The two have long since given one another blanket permission to rummage through each other's possessions- they share supplies, and neither owns anything particularly sentimental or private. (That they keep in their bags, anyway.) So Milton feels no shame in digging around until he comes up with a bottle of glowing blue soda.

He's a little surprised Hito has any left. Then again, he'd stopped drinking it altogether after Milton caught him using it to pleasure himself… somehow.

A spark of curiosity flickers in his brain. Mentally, the doctor begins to stoke the flames.

What was it about that upset stomach that Hito found so engaging? And how did he induce such a potent glow? Drinking a single bottle on its own wouldn't produce as much light as Milton beheld that night… perhaps the courier had mixed it with something.

He's not above asking Hito outright when he returns from his errand. But for now… it won't hurt to experiment. So Milton goes through their supplies, trying to reason out what might react with the Quantum. It would have to be some sort of ingestible- food, drink, or drugs.

After sorting through all sorts of camping supplies, hunting gear, and scrap to trade, Milton resurfaces with a tin of Mentats in one hand. He contemplates them carefully. They're not a drug Hito partakes in regularly- Milton can only recall one or two occasions he took one of the mints, to clear his head in a stressful situation.

But he also recalls another situation- one where Hito had shown him what would happen if you dropped a tablet in a bottle of Nuka-Cola. He'd meant for it to be entertaining, but the resulting spray had left them both soaked and sticky, and Milton had seethed quietly until they could get cleaned off hours later.

Would Mentats react the same way to Quantum, Milton wonders? Is that what Hito did- create a violent chemical reaction in his stomach? It's an utterly reckless action… and one he can clearly envision his partner taking.

He's not going anywhere for a while. And Hito hadn't seemed to suffer any particularly adverse effects, besides a mild stomachache. The flames of curiosity lick at Milton's brain.

So, settling back on the mattress again, he opens the tin of Mentats. One tablet is more than enough to trigger a reaction- he plucks one out, swallows it whole, and snaps the tin shut again.

The drug doesn't have much effect on him- he knows his mind is already incredibly sharp. But it gives a little nudge to his imagination as he twists the cap off the bottle of Nuka Quantum. He pictures the sort of reaction that might take place in his stomach- glowing foam filling it until he can see the light through his skin.

It's… an oddly exciting thought, when he knows that light isn't dangerous. So he tilts his head back and drinks.

He can't manage more than a couple sips. The drink fizzes unpleasantly in his mouth, reminding him of radio static. He grimaces as he forces it down his throat and lowers the bottle. How can Hito stand carbonation so often?

After a moment, Milton assumes the soda must have hit his stomach, because it lets out a protesting grumble. He presses his free hand to it, recalling how Hito would talk to his own stomach if it began to cry out for food. It's one of many endearing things about his companion, and the memory brings him comfort.

It slips away, though, as Milton becomes aware of a pressure slowly rising in his abdomen. Like he'd drank far more soda than he actually did. His brow furrows, and he lies back into the pillows behind him. He supposes it makes sense- all that gas being released, building up in his gut.

The pressure is… pleasant.

He raises the bottle again. Let's see where this goes.

The next few sips are a little easier, now that he knows what texture to expect, but the drink still feels unpleasantly loud. He works past it, shutting his eyes as he swallows.

Not a few seconds later, the pressure redoubles. Milton lets out a grumble in tune with his stomach as it fills with fizz. A slight stretch seizes his abdominals, and when he looks down, he can see a faint blue light flickering through his shirt. The fabric is being pulled tight.

It isn't painful, not at all. But the pressure… he's beginning to understand why this might have appealed to his companion. It's good. Enticing, even.

And he still has most of a bottle left.

He takes another sip. Two. He'd like to further this experiment.

The tang in his mouth is forgotten the second the soda hits his belly. He's visibly bloating up, slowly but surely, the creaking of his shirt buttons mixing with the bubbling and gurgling of his overtaxed stomach. The light of the soda shines brightly from within, even in the late afternoon sun.

Milton takes a deep breath, and caps the bottle of Quantum, setting it aside. For now, this is enough.

With wide eyes, he watches the light- how his shirt strains against the fullness of his belly. He can feel each sound under his fingers, curling into a rolling pressure within him… and his stretched skin has become sensitive, tingling from the constant vibrations beneath it. Gingerly, he strokes the hair poking between the gaps of his shirt, stretched tight over his stomach.

Heavy, and warm, and satisfying.

Yes. Yes, he thinks he understands now.

But then he's jolted out of his reverie by a knock. He recognizes the pattern he and Hito agreed on, as well as the voice that follows.

"Hey, Mills," the courier calls. "Ha, I got that underarmor we were hoping for. I was able to haggle, I've got some extra caps set aside- you want me to go get anything for lunch?"

It's inconvenient. But not distressing- in a subtle way, Milton finds himself wishing to invite his companion in, and get his thoughts on this… experiment.

But they'd promised each other not to act on the feelings brewing between them until their journey was at an end. Perhaps Milton will find another opportunity in the future.

For now, he stands- shuddering as the contents of his stomach slosh- and approaches the door.

"Hito," he greets. He pauses to consider his next words. "You are needingk to rest?"

"Buh?" Hito chirps from the other side of the door. Milton can easily picture his head cocking to the side in confusion. "No, not really, I'm fine…?"

There's a pregnant pause.

Then Hito's voice comes again, significantly higher and more rushed, like he's flustered. "Oh- oh, gosh, are you busy- I can come back later!"

Good, he's figured it out. "Да," Milton answers bluntly. "Avoid danger. Return with lunch."

"Got it!" Hito blurts. "See you later!"

Then he adds, hesitant, "...h- have fun?"

Milton can hear him curse himself as he retreats from the door, and chuckles under his breath. He fully intends to have fun- that pressure and stimulation sure hasn't settled, and he's lit up like a lightning bug. And he's safe in the knowledge he won't be interrupted for at least an hour, now.

Slowly, he returns to bed. Laying on his side, stroking over his gurgling belly, Milton can feel himself getting worked up. This alone won't satisfy him- so he reaches up to snag one of the pillows and slot it between his legs.

He shuts his eyes and groans as he begins to rock. His stomach sloshes pleasurably with every movement, and he digs his fingers in to massage it.

Yes, it's strange. It is also exactly what Milton needed. He'll have to remember to thank Hito later… and perhaps find a way to indulge him.

#collab.txt #collab.png #sunshine.oc #mint.oc #belly kink #tummy kink

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materialsscienceandengineering · 5 months

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Imagine a vast volume of porous sandstone reservoir, once full of oil and natural gas, now full of a different, carbon-free fuel -- hydrogen. Scientists at Sandia National Laboratories are using computer simulations and laboratory experiments to see if depleted oil and natural gas reservoirs can be used for storing this carbon-free fuel. Hydrogen is an important clean fuel: It can be made by splitting water using solar or wind power, it can be used to generate electricity and power heavy industry, and it could be used to power fuel-cell-based vehicles. Additionally, hydrogen could be stored for months and used when energy needs outpace the supply delivered by renewable energy sources. "Hydrogen would be good for seasonal and long-term storage," said Sandia chemical engineer Tuan Ho, who is leading the research. "If you think of solar energy, in the summer you can produce a lot of electricity, but you don't need a lot for heating. The excess can be turned into hydrogen and stored until winter."

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ccrowsiie · 10 months

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Tips from a recovering nail biter

My lil tip for nail biters who wanna quit - scented cuticle oil. Well, cuticle oil in general, but scented cuticle oil is even better.

If you can't deal with any added fragrance, try oil blends with stronger natural scents like rosehip or essential oils (whichever ones you can tolerate, I know not all are sensitive skin/nose friendly). The idea is to pick a scent that's pleasant but not associated with food. Those fruity and bakery scents are nice but may encourage you to nibble if you already have trouble keeping your hands out of your mouth. The idea is to condition yourself to associate that particular scent with "hands away from mouth". I like typical perfume scents, so I went with jasmine and rose.

I make my own cuticle oil. It's easy, cheap and there are dozens of recipes online. Most of them are jojoba-based, but feel free to add other oils or ingredients for added benefits. If you wanna keep it simple, jojoba oil straight from the bottle will work wonders all by itself.

Try to keep some kind of cuticle balm or oil on your person at all times. Treat it like chapstick for your nails. Rub a little on your nails every time you remember, you really can't do it too much. Keep your hands clean, but don't excessively expose them to water or harsh chemicals. Use gloves when cleaning (extremely important, borderline non-negotiable), and groom your cuticles daily.

Nail hardening polishes aren't bad but they're not the best. They can help protect your nails in a pinch, but they tend to overcorrect, making your nails more prone to breaks. If you can, I recommend getting a few mani supplies instead, like polish and orange sticks/a cuticle pusher. You'll want a barrier over your nails at pretty much all times. I'm biased toward gel, so I recommend a base coat, a topcoat, and a rubber builder gel. Normal polish is perfectly fine if you don't wanna fuss with UV or have an allergy. Just get a top, a base, and whatever color you want to wear whether it's nude or something fun. I don't care if you're masc or a man. You don't need a color on your nails if you don't want it but you will need something. Top coats come in matte if you don't like shine. If you're going with gel you have to use a rubberized base coat. Most biters have thin, flat nail beds that need support as they grow out. Rubber base gels provide protection and flexibility.

Rubber base coat + (whatever color you want) + top coat = profit.

Soak the polish off and replace it when it grows out (every week or two for me, but it depends on how fast your nails grow), but make sure to give your fingers a day or overnight to breathe between sets (if you wear anything heavier than a few coats of polish). Darker colors like deep reds or black can stain pretty fast, even with a base coat. Don't be alarmed if you remove your polish to see that they're brownish. You're fine. You haven't given yourself some horrible nail disease.

If you're starting off with broken skin, protect it. Wear a bandage over your boo-boos until they've healed up. Get a pair of nippers and get into the habit of using them to clip off hang nails or peeling skin. Don't let me catch you biting them off with your teeth. No, it's not fine just because it isn't your actual nail.

Controversial, but I don't recommend running to the nail salon in your first month of recovery. Fake nails are amazing for protecting your real ones as they grow out, but if you've just decided to stop biting, I'd wait a while before getting a set. 2-4 weeks at least. You'll want to begin the process of breaking your muscle memory before spending upwards of 50 bucks on a set that you'll just be tempted to eat off. Fake nails are not a replacement chew toy, they're a shield. I also recommend that you keep them as short as you can, just barely longer than your natural nail if not the same length. It may be tempting to go for those sexy stilettos or 2-inch coffins but trust me, life is different with longer nails. You have to work your way up to that length. Even a few millimeters can make a huge difference in how you function and you don't want to risk damaging your natural nails.

I also use Hard as Hoof cream before bed and after every shower and hand wash - that's really important. You'll always want to oil up your fingies. It's about 8 dollars USD and I thiiiink you can get it at drug stores. I get mine on Amazon. It really is a wonder product for your nails and really nice on my dry ass knuckles too.

I've been a nail-biter for over 25 years and this is the farthest I've ever gone without a relapse. Seeing my bell-shaped nails slowly return to a normal shape has been so reassuring. I always believed I'd gnawed myself into ugly nails forever, but nature is finally healing.

No matter how bad your nails look, recovery is possible! Be friendly to yourself. If you've been biting for years, you won't recover in 2 weeks. It's a process, and I believe in you.

#this is more for me than anyone else but i figured id share what i've learned so far #nail biting

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gottawhump · 1 year

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Safe

Kolya

CW/TW: human trafficking, pet whump, chronic illness, death and euthanasia mention, BBU/WRU. For BBU Community Days 13: Safety. @bbu-on-the-side

“Let me see your barcode, Eliot. Please.” He is trying to make requests, not commands.

The younger man obeys, immediately, despite the apprehension in his eyes. No, fear. He hates that he’s made Eliot afraid.

“Why?”

That’s good. Not long ago he would apologize instead of asking questions. It makes Kolya smile, while he runs the hand scanner over the barcode. It beeps, bringing up the information he’s looking for.

“I want to—“ He chooses his words carefully. “I want to keep you safe. You aren’t, if your owner or WRU is looking for you. I’m going to try and buy you from your old owner.”

“You want to buy me?”

Do you know what a fucked-up thing that is, Nikolai? But Eliot’s smile is so bright. “Yes. Then I will free you. Is that all right?”

Eliot hugs him.

He’s ushered in by a Domestic. Another brings trays of drinks and canapés.

He never noticed the Domestics, before. They’re not meant to be noticed, most of the time. But now he can’t stop looking at them.

“Nikolai, it’s been too long!”

He smiles, makes his courtesies. He doesn’t know the Bramwells, not really. They’re old money, society people with no blood under their fingernails. But they know the right people, they’re connected to the important people. He attended a few parties here.

He fucked their Romantic over this table, he’s pretty sure.

“If we could discuss the matter I called you about.”

“Yes. You found one of our Domestics? The barcode notification surprised us.”

“Why?” It’s one of those questions better left unasked, but she’s already answering.

“Oh, you know…” Mrs. Bramwell shrugs. “Sometimes they wander off when they near their expiration date.”

Expiration date.

“It’s usually not worth chasing after them, just to have to put them down,” Mr. Bramwell says. “It’s easier just to replace them.”

“Some do come back. It’s all they know, after all.”

It’s all they’re allowed to know. Kolya drinks from the glass in his hand, an excuse to swallow. “So, the Domestic I found. 992704.” Forgive me, Eliot. “How much do you want for him?”

After some discussion, the Bramwells settle on a paltry sum. A token price, for a friend who wants something you were going to throw away anyway, because it’s wearing out.

He’s glad to go.

“Sir?” It’s the cook, a graying matronly woman. “Did I understand correctly? You purchased 704?”

“Yes.” He feels dirty saying it. He is going to need a long, hot shower when he gets home.

“Then he’s alive? Is he well?”

She cares about Eliot. It’s a shock after the indifference of his previous owners.

“He is.” I’m doing the best I can. “You’re a friend?”

“Domestics don’t have friends.” She softens the rote phrase with a smile. “Sometimes I spent time with 704, when he wasn’t working or in storage.”

“Storage?”

Without a word, she leads Nikolai to a door not far from the kitchen, set off the main living room. A coat closet, he thinks. Then he opens the door, and sees the vacuum, the mop, the washcloth, and containers of cleaning chemicals. Towels and washcloths. A storage closet, for cleaning supplies.

Oh, Eliot.

For once, he doesn’t find Eliot cleaning the house when he gets home. He’s on the living room couch, with Jonas hovering over him. He sits up when he sees Kolya, before a hard coughing fit takes. Overexertion.

Expiration date.

When the coughing passes, he takes Eliot in his arms and holds him tight, holds him close.

“It’s over, Sir? I’m yours?”

“Yes. You’re mine and I will keep you safe, Eliot. For the rest of your life.”

Forgive and Forget taglist: @whumpsday @painful-pooch @whumpinggrounds @justplainwhump @bluetheautisticrat @i-eat-worlds

704 taglist: @kim-poce @fishtale88 @i-eat-worlds @roblingoblin285

#bbu community days #day 13 #safety #Kolya #704 #pet whump #bbu/wru #chronic illness #death mention #euthanasia mention #human trafficking

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fineprintedsunsets · 1 year

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⚚ Study Buddies ⚚

Sypnosis: Your Doctor Stephen Stranges Student at the New York Hospital, You decide to ask him for help on medical papers with a due-date up and coming. The help expands far more then to just some papers. After all, he is your mentor, how could he refuse you?

Word Count: 2.2k

!Trigger Warnings!

-thigh riding obvi

-stephen strange X no specific oc

-she’s his student/ta at a hospital.

-workplace rom!

-age!gap 19(F) 36(M)

-pre-accident

-mentions of daddy!kink

-Praise

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ :

Such A Whore - JVLA

1:35 ───ㅇ───── 3:47

The way his hands work with tools was, (normally) something so meticulously unforgettable you would never think it would happen to fascinate you. You supposed it was up to the eyes of the beholder, or in this case, the one that held the scalpel. Recently, you had been receiving more and more invites to spectate Doctor Strange’s surgeries. It was an honor only the highest can bestow.

You loved the looks he gave you. Even if they were nothing special. He looked at you. It was hard to say that for anyone else at the NY Hospital. Female doctors, nurses, an even some desk woman would oggle all day long at the doc’s looks. You couldn’t blame them, it was hard not too.

Strange’s hand did not shake once as he lined the scalpel against the man’s chest, and cut, sticking a tube through the small incision. No one seemed to breath during theser procedures, the clock would tick, the occasional sneeze would slip free. But nothing could break the silence for you, not when you were so interlocked with his fingers, his handi-work, the way he makes it look so effortlessly easy.

“Billy.” Doctor Strange gruffs, tilting his chin towards the man. Bill nods, taking the tray away with the blood, putting it off to the side before replacing it with a clean one. He never gets a thank-you, just a chin-tilt.

The intense moments went on for another hour as you watched the man save a womens life, sending her back to her hospital room. The only diffrence? She was now breathing. After the procedure comed to a close, you exited pulling off your scrubs and tossing them in a bin. A quick glance at the clock told you it was lunch.

You nod at a few passing doctors, smiling as you office doors come into view. Pushing them open you let out a breath, relived you could finally get some alone time. It’s been a long day, and the frozen grapes you stuffed in the employes fridge (although, not so frozen anymore) were the perfect little treat.

You grab the container, eyeing the treats, watching them slip and slide in the container. The refrigerator door closes as does the other one, as you roam the halls of the hospital, trying to find the perfect spot.

Unfortunately, it’s not very warm outside. The winter weather aftermath coating the outside picnic tables and bences with it’s frosty revenge. You settle on a supply closet. Sure, filled with unknown samples, dangerous chemicals and a few wheelchairs. It’s still a private place.

You even catch a small smile as you see one of, what must be, an extra examination table. It must have been placed in here when they relized they had had one to many.

Setting yourself up on the patient bed, moving to dangle your legs off the end as you open the container with much considered anticipation and pop one of the frozen fruits in your mouth. The simple, yet elegant flavors wash over your tongue, making you grab one after the other. The paper protector crinkles as you shift, finding the most comfortable spot on the bed.

Your mind roams over the rest of the days activities. There’s a collage dinner you had been invited to, but they usually ended up in older colleges bragging about opportunities you would be overlooked for. Being 19 has it’s perks, as it does its disadvantages. You sigh, popping another grape in your mouth as you hear the door creak, starting to straighten up.

Your breath gets caught when you see Dr. Strange. He stops when he sees you, a curious look drawing over his face.

“Lunch break?” He ask,

“Yup.” You lift up the container in an effort to show it’s contents.

Cocking a brow as he walks closer, the door shutting behind him. He reaches into your container, grabbing one of the last remaining grapes, plopping it into his mouth. Stephen smiles at the taste, a gesture so simple but nonetheless making heat pool between your thighs.

“That’s lunch?”

“Yup.” You reply, finishing off the container and capping the tupperware back up. Before you slide off the bed and head for the door you catch his eyes on you. It’s just like the other looks he cast at you, nothing different.

“Is that all you have to say?”

You see the amsment on his face already,

“Yup.” You smile, slipping off the bed, fixing the paper before walking to the door. Stephen’s eyes burn at your back, you feel them. The reports that are due Tuesday are getting closer and closer, and some of the things you don’t quite understand. Perhaps if you turn in the reports to head of office yourself and force them to look at your work they might start to consider you.

Just maybe.

You spin around, facing him. His eyes locked on the shelves, seemingly looking for some lost medication.

Clearing your throat, you start to speak, lowering your gaze to the floor. “Would you be able to help me with uh, some papers due this Tuseday.” You swallow, as if what you just did was the hardest task known to man. It was normal, your his TA, he’s your mentor. It’s what they do, Help.

Dr. Strange is suddenly standing over you, crowding your frame against the door. You could slip out right now if you wanted to, but something is holding you there. Stephen grabs your chin, forcing your gaze to lock with his, holding you there with just his thumb and forefinger. You can smell his aftershave, your crowded in it. His scent. Everything is Stephen.

“Look at me when you speak.” Strange’s voice is deeper, and that heat pools in your stomach, making the storage closet seemed 10 times as small as it usually is.

“Can you help me?” You swallow, unable to look away from his blue eyes. They are the hook holding you in place, or perhaps it’s just his very existence. Even as you try to push the unwanted feelings down, they always come back to the surface. Poking and prodding.

“Yup.” You cringe as he mocks you, a smile playing at his lips from your reaction. He exists, grabbing the pills he needed, taking his intense gaze and scent with him.

Now, you wait.

⛨

“Your too distracted, how do you expect to get work done?” You shift from your seat on the couch. Your thighs rubbing against eachother, the friction only making the pent-up frustration grow. Ever since he walked through your apartment door, it’s been impossible to focus.

“What are you so distracted by, kid?” Dr.Strange gruffs, throwing the paper back on the Coffee table. His eyes are on you now, you can feel them bore into you. Flipping your insides around. If only he would rearrange them.

Jesus. Knock it off. He’s your mentor.

“You.” You whisper barely audible. Strange’s eyes never leaving your body. You suddenly feel them rake lower, noticing the way your thighs are clenched against eachother, the way your tummy rises and falls.

“Well then, why don’t we take care of that ache. So you can get this work done, hmm?” Your eyes shoot up from their place on the floor, finding their way to his blue eyes. A smile plays on his lips.

“No. Were colleagues- your my mentor-” Stephen leans in, his breath coating the shell of your ear,

“And Mentors are supposed to help their students.” The words make heat pulse right to your clit, pratically begging for the realease you’ve been holding in all day. He pulls away, watching as you struggle between what’s right and wrong.

This was wrong.

Yet somehow, it made you want to do it more.

The look you passed him was enough, he pats his thigh, brushing his finger over his clothed knee.

“We can't make a mess, baby. Ride my thigh.”

You only nod, feeling every emotion under the sun as he pulls you to him, forcing you to straddle his lap. Stephen’s fingers fins your hips, caressing the curve of your ass as you positioned your clothed heat right over his thigh. Feeling the muscles beneath you, your begging to move. Except he dosen’t let you.

Not yet.

“Take off those shorts for me. Pesky things, all they’ll do is get in the way.” God. Your cunt clenches at the sound of his voice, at how deep it’s gotten, practically a growl. You do as your told, pulling away from him to shimmy out of your sleep shorts. It was inapproiote to where them, but apart of you hoped he noticed.

Stephen did, although he acted as if he didn’t know you were rubbing your thighs together, or watching as you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, examining the now forgotten papers. He only wanted you to ask. Its all you had to do, ask him and he would.

“Come back to me.” Strange reaches his arms out, but you are already there, straddling yourself on his lap. You hold onto his broad shoulders as he positions your hips, resting both hands on either side of your ribcage.

Guiding you.

He guides your hips forward, his erection throbbing against his slacks. You grind on his thigh, liquid heat pouring out of you. Stephen sees the evidence of your ache on the fabric of your panties and groans.

You feel a sudden burts of confidence, starting to move your hips freely, getting yourself off on his thigh. Dr.Strange lets you, resting his hands on your ass, letting you take the wheel.

You chase the feeling of him underneath you, allowing you to use him. You stop, settling on the thought before freezing in place, seeing his eyes locked with you.

“I’m not aloud to look at the pretty girl humping my leg?” Stephen suspends a smile, looking as if he dosen’t know whats wrong. What’s making you stop. He does. He knows it as well as anyone that this is wrong, but he keeps his face composed and cool for you. After all, that ache will just get in the way. It makes embarrassment shoot up your spine. God. What were you about to do? Come on his leg? Your mentors leg?

You go to pull away, still incredibly horny, the embarrasment burying itself in your gut. Stephen stops you though, forcing your hips back down. A gasp escapes your throat as his knee pushes into you, contacting your clit with sparks of pleasure. You fall into him, positioning your neck at his shoulder, heavy breathing coming off of you.

“It’s okay baby-” He starts, turning to meet your ear at the slope of his neck.

“-get your pretty little cunt off on my thigh.” Your groan, burrying your nose in his neck as you begin to move your hips onto his knee as he pushes into you. You can smell his body wash, Irish Spring you’d guess. Feel him everywhere. One of his hands goes to the back of your neck, holding you against him as the other slips between your two bodies, playing with your clothed clit.

You arch closer, all while pistoning your hips against him. You chase the high, barely believing this is how your getting off. It’s nothing but a dream. Stephen’s fingers pull away when he sees your movements start to speed. He knows your getting close, that quickly? It makes him smile.

Stephen growls in your ear, his words a low whisper. “You need my permission to come. Ask for it.” You nod, his fingers tightening on your neck. He tries to hide a smile when he feels the goosebumps his fingers leave.

Only his touch.

“Yes, Sir.” You groan, his fingers release you, before cupping the back of your throat again, a bit more gentle. Your coming, your about to come. The feeling builds and builds as your hips start to move faster, but before you do, before you let the dam break, you decide to mess with him.

Dr. Strange wants you to ask for permission?

Ok.

You arch a little, reaching his ear. In between breathy moans you mange to get out four words that send his whole body on fire, most of that heat flowing towards his throbbing cock.

“May I come, Daddy?” You arch and sway, digging his thigh deeper onto your cunt. Moving on the muscles that come undone underneath. The wetness growing by the second. You hold out for him, but it’s becoming to much. Stephen sits there, looking shocked before he growls.

“Yes, Come on my thigh like a good girl.” Your pussy clenches around nothing at your mentors filthy words. He pulls away from your neck to guide your hips as you come.

“Jesus. Kid.” He pants, sounding more breathless then you. You stay there for a moment, before pulling away from his shoulder to look down at him.

“I can’t believe that just happened-”

He smiles, his face looking much more bright then when he arrived.

“Is the ache gone?”

You nod. Gone? Its just getting started.

“Good. Let’s get back to these papers.” You groan as you fall onto the seat next to him, watching as his eyes follow your movement, seeing your breast bounce at the action.

“I’ll give you a reward if you finish these tonight.” Stephen smirks as you grab the papers as fast as you can, studying harder then you’ve ever had before.

“Good girl.”

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