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dev1lm4n · 1 year ago

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sinful reunion

masterlist | ko-fi (help me survive college :/)

pairing: engaged!joel miller x f!reader

summary: frustrated with how things were, you left joel and jackson for a whole year. today, you decide to give him a little visit and figure out that he's indeed engaged! joel trapped you in his bathroom to make you feel better

word count: 5k

warnings: explicit (18+), extreme dubcon, mean joel miller, fingering, infidelity, again.. joel miller is a mean, mean man.

note: do COMMENT and REBLOG if you enjoyed this :) i'm so exhausted from college i'm literally gonna pass out after i post this

Spring flew swiftly by, and summer came; and if the quaint city had been beautiful at first, it was now in the full glow and luxuriance of its richness. The great trees, which you remembered looking shrunken and bare when you left, had now burst into strong life and health. Branches doubled in length and girth, mantle of bright green draped over deep browns. Masses of white flowers brought memories of the late winter. A bubbling cloud of hot steam evaporated off your exposed forearm. The rolled sleeves settling right above your elbow was damp with sweat, same thing goes for below your arms and between your thighs. You sighed. The folded porno magazine you’ve been using as a shield above your forehead didn’t help much after all.

If it’s not for that old, obscene, grouch of a man, you wouldn’t have returned in the height of summer.

Things hadn’t changed much.

People are still as hopeful as ever. Their eyes shone with a renewed brightness, as if a full stomach and a roof over their head was simply enough to keep them satiated. They still bake apple pies, shovel their walkways, go to work (even if it's not to the infamous Wall Street), return home and share a familiar tequila with a friend or fiend. People are still people. And the pretend normalcy drove you insane. It’s confining and overall suffocating.

Being safe ailed you. You couldn’t be that lady in old commercials. Plaid apron over her chest, sandwiches on the table, husband and kid smiling at her happily. You couldn’t kiss your husband goodbye or craft lunch boxes for your kid. You couldn’t live if it wasn’t on the edge of death.

You tried. For Joel, you swore you’d try.

It’s been a full year since you fled. Maxine, your dear horse being the only witness to your escape. That and the night guard you threatened with a shotgun, an unloaded one you’d argue, but it’d still have you in big trouble if it was reported. With a few old friends or two, you managed to slip back in discreetly. You disguised yourself as a patrol unit. Practical jeans, some stitches torn apart from prolonged use, and a khaki button up. Boots that’s dipped in dust and dirt tight around your calves, a bold contrast to the neat wooden boards underneath. Your eyes landed on the welcome mat in front of his door. A shrilling memory invaded your head‒ how you picked it out for him, all smiles and giggles at the corny line printed atop.

You stepped on the mat, mocking it by grinding your dirty heel atop.

Then you knocked. Precisely three times.

Maybe you shouldn’t have come. It was shameless of you to return. Cruel, even.. disgusting for you to abandon someone who’s clearly dependent on you.

He lived for you. Every morning he made sure to wake you up with a gentle kiss on your lips, or your clit if he’s being kind. Every night he’d always tell you how much you meant to him, never an I love you, but always in the lines of dangerous situations and how he’d save you from it. You made a promise to stay. A promise to accept a ring around your pretty fingers when the time comes; doesn’t have to be shiny, you said, anything will do. But then you left. While he was out, keeping the city safe from any potential threats, you buckled up and tugged on your horse’s reins. Maybe you shouldn’t have come. Maybe you should just-

You jolted, even stumbled backwards when the large door swung open in one grand movement.

In panic, your eyes oscillated. His eyes were the same shade of brown you remembered him by, though this time it was much rounder, as if he’s truly surprised. Then it came to meet his hooked nose, the one you’d poke everytime you’re laid side by side post-coitus,. And his cracked lips, oh how you remembered kissing them better.

Joel Miller hadn’t changed one bit. It freaked you out, how he looked the same as he did when he practically proposed to you or when you promised to still love him even when he’s no longer young and strong. Your breath quickened. Your heart froze, cold sweat dribbled down your temple even when the air’s hot and balmy. You clutched onto the rolled magazine. The salacious pages of nude girls in cowboy hats creased at the strength of your bare hands. Is he going to say something? Anything? You’d rather have him furious than silent.

“Who is it, honey?”

The air thinned.

“The turkey’s cooked, but it’s kinda burnt.” The voice giggled. “Oh, who is this?”

You counted to ten to ground yourself.

One.. Two..

“Just.. just an old friend,” he muttered.

There was a girl. A pretty one at that, standing on her tippy toes as she attempted to look past Joel’s broad frame to observe you. Her tanned skin glowed like a newly polished silverware under the summer sun. A cascade of glossy, ebony hair framed her round face, falling in gentle waves which closely resembled swaying palm trees in coastal beaches. You noticed that it was adorned with delicate, ornate hairpins as well. One of flowers and the other of a classic shape. Was it from him? He used to do that for you, picking up small items to gift like a bird in need of mating. The thin gold strap around your neck was from him, a gift from when the two of you were still operating high-risk jobs around Boston. A proof that you’re mine, he spoke that time.

Joel made the conscious decision to move to the side. Now you could see her more. How she’s cladded in a loose shirt with short sleeves rolled to her shoulders, how her shorts fit perfectly around her smooth thighs, how her supple breasts spilled out of the neckline. In any way you’d think of it, she was the better option. A masterpiece in the Louvre museum, a best-selling New York Times book. She’d be a model if the world wasn’t infested with flesh-eating nuisance. Your head lowered (you’re staring too much!), opting to scrutinize the details of your boots’ mud yellow strings.

This was a bad decision. You shouldn’t have come. If only you weren’t curious of whether he’d get on his knees and beg for you to stay. If only you weren’t curious of whether he’d embrace you back in his large arms. If he’d fuck you ‘til your little brain stop working.

“Well then, what are you waiting for?” The feminine voice spoke up. “Invite your friend in, Joel.”

“No- haha, no it’s alright,” you panicked.

“No,” she reached for your hand. The free one, not the one with the porn magazine. “Com’on. I cooked a big dinner tonight! The more, the merrier.”

“I really shouldn’t,” you tried to convince her.

Her soft, greasy hands ‒ probably from stuffing the turkey she’s claimed to make ‒ led you through the entrance despite your many reasons. You found it a little funny that you still memorized the layout of Joel’s house like the back of your hand, like an old corny song you couldn’t quite get out of your head. The dining room was to the left, you remembered. It was just as you left it. An old, dull rectangular table sat in the middle. It used to be only filled with bread and fruits you pick up from the market. Sometimes you’re diligent enough to create a sweet jam, but there was never a fresh meal on the table. There’s no time for that. He would often times heat up a can of Chef Boyardee when you’re sick, or when he’s ruined your little hole so much that you’re pretty much bedridden, but that’s about it/

“Your name is?” you questioned, eyes still roaming around the room.

“Summer and yours?”

You mentioned your name half-mindedly as you sat down on one of the creaky chairs. You opted for the one on the left, your favorite one as it always gave you a five-star view of the lovely trees beyond. The room was much cleaner, curtains drawn and ceilings dusted. You’d even bet money that ‘Summer’ had also dusted all the compartments of the chandelier, wiped each and every window panel, and vacuumed the rotten patterned carpet underneath. The rounds of your pupils settled back on the sight unfolding ahead of you; how the Joel Miller, the same person who needed an entire year or two to be comfortable in expressing his feelings to you, led his new lover by the waist. He then proceeded to pull her chair back to aid her, a gentle smile on his face at all times.

He changed.

He looked exactly the same, but there was just.. something off about him. Was he a doppelganger by chance? Joel Miller is never warm. He’s naturally a tough lover. Reluctant, even mean at times, but right now he’s acting like the picture-perfect husband. A righteous man, which you knew he ain’t.

“So where’d y’all know each other from?”

Her lovely, cheery voice pulled you out of your dazed state. You raised your head slightly to flash a small smile her way. The chair creaked once more at Joel’s weight as he settled on your right, heavy frame and all extremely obvious from the corner of your eyes. A man, his lover, and his sort-of-ex having dinner in the late afternoon of a warm summer day‒ how ironic! You couldn’t even look at him, because sparing him a glance meant that you had to look at those manipulative eyes of his. Those browns that could impose a certain feeling deep in your chest, whether hatred, fear, or something close to love.

“Work,” he spoke up, “used to deliver packets.”

Half the truth. Packets? Sure, but not ordinary ones.

“Mhm. We arrived at Jackson together.”

As lovers, you’d like to add.

“Long time friends then?” Summer beamed a sweet smile your way.

Guilt pooled in your stomach almost instantly.

“Yup.”

“Oh well, me and Joel met last Winter. He’s fond of the horses and I work at the stables so things worked out,” she mentioned dreamily, “the winter festival’s our first date.”

An eerie tension stood between you and him. It was thick, as thick as blood and as nasty as pus on a wound left unattended.

He stood up after a moment or two to help slice open the thick turkey and only then did you dare to look at him. To ogle at his large forearms that’s tightly gift-wrapped in a thin breathable shirt, to dig deep into where his veins start and where it ends, to finally relish in the sight of his thick, bushy hair. It’s been awhile. A long time actually since you get to properly look at a man. You continued to watch as he sliced a chunk and placed it right on top of your empty plate, the knife he’s holding reflecting his tight-lipped smile your way. The winter festival’s supposed to be your thing. The two of you’s thing, where you’d gift each other a surprise and smoke a blunt or two and maybe fuck, but you left.

“That’s nice,” you replied, albeit a little dry.

“He’s a nice man,” Summer chimed in. “Kind, caring, a true Southern gentleman that is.”

You could argue on that.

“Is he now?”

“True thing that is. Swear on my life,” she continued. “Must be nice having him as a friend.”

“Well, don’t toot my horn too much, darlin’.”

There it was. That masculine drawl. That voice that’d have you begging on your knees if he asked you to. You’d commit the greatest crime‒ no, you’ve commit notable crimes just to have him stay right by your side. Just to have him acknowledge what you’re capable of, so he’d take you under his wings in the depth of Boston’s trenches, because protection from him meant a good life. Maybe that’s all you’ll ever be to him, a little bird to protect. And maybe that’s all he’ll ever be to you, a protector in times of need.

“It’s a little warm here in Jackson,” you chuckled. “A cold beer might help a lot.”

“Oh sorry, honey, we don’t drink alcohol ‘round here.” She sounded apologetic, but you swore her almond eyes were judging you for a second.

“You don’t?”

“Nope,” Summer leaned her head to the side. “Been going to church these days. Pastor said it’s better to pray than indulge in past addictions. Ain’t that right, Joel?”

“That’s right, honey,”

Joel Miller is a church-goer now? For the first time in forever, you had the courage to look him in the eye. He was looking right back at you when you looked, though he had one of those expressions you couldn’t quite decipher. His tired eyes were hooded, enough that the top and bottom curve of his dark pupils are nowhere to be seen, along with a much obvious glint of mischief. It was either morbid curiosity, rooted hatred, or desires of past addictions as Summer puts it. The strands on your brow bone twitched ever so slightly, as if in pure disbelief that a man like him would kneel for a God. It’s not that sinners couldn’t repent. It’s him that you knew could never change. You took a bite out of the supple meat, never leaving his eyes as you do so. Maybe.. just maybe he’d crack under pressure.

“You go to church too?” Summer questioned, mouth full of boiled asparagus.

“No, not really.” You chuckled awkwardly. “There’s not a lot of churches out in the wild.”

“Ah, that’s right,” she hummed. “Why don’t you go to church with us this Sunday? A lot of fun y'know.”

You plastered on a smile, before briefly scooping some of the stringy meat up your mouth.

“I’ll consider it.”

Joel was the first one to snip the ungodly attraction‒ his eyes torn away to meet Summer’s much brighter gaze. Your gut tightened, gag reflex emphasized even more at the sight. Joel Miller was yours, that’s all you could remember despite the extent you took to avoid him, and having him give his precious attention to someone other than you brought a sense of disdain. He shouldn’t be doing this. He shouldn't land his eyes on anyone other than you, weren’t you the best thing he ever had? It took awhile to school your expression to a level of believable nonchalance. You found the vintage canvas hung atop of the fireplace a great help in distracting yourself. It’s easy to get lost in every stroke, every clash of colors, instead of the green man squeezing himself between your heart chambers.

“Oh, when did you-” you paused mid sentence.

A ring.

“Ah.”

Your vision blurred, splotches of red and blue tearing at the edges.

“Engaged, huh?”

A solitary engagement ring encircled her long finger, miraculously preserved by time’s embrace. A relic at times like these. You watched as it glimmered under the orange hues, jaw propped up on your palm to stop it from gaping. A small, radiant stone set in tarnished silver‒ the object mocked you silently, a red flag in front of an agitated bull, it’s purposefully making you reel into the depth of your hatred. Where the you one year ago rested in peace, where the you you’ve been trying to erase off the planet’s surface hibernated, and everything’s starting to resurface all at once. The need. The desperation. The desire to be wanted by something.. someone you couldn’t acquire entirely. You laughed. A dry one at that. Might even sound condescending if it were a tad bit shorter.

He fucking proposed to her.

Of course he did.

Of course he had to change his ways after you.

You don’t deserve being treated right. She does.

“Oh, you noticed,” she giggled, the noise shrill in your ears. “Just last month actually. We were having dinner and I-”

“Sorry, I..”

You were suffocating, chest inflated twice the size.

“Feel a little sick. Gonna go to..” you held your hand over your lips, genuinely feeling like emptying your entire stomach. “To the bathroom.”

You stared at your own reflection, pitiful, glazed with a layer of disappointment and grief. The vision you had for this visit slowly crumbled. Every unfulfilled dream, every missed opportunity, and every question left unanswered converged into a heartache‒ dull yet throbbing, coursing through every inch of your skin and crawling much deeper. The laughter and conversations you had with him seemed so.. distant, as if they were mere echoes of what once existed a million lightyears ago. You held yourself, worn down fingers clinging on your forearms, nails digging down onto the warm skin underneath. What were you expecting? For him to mourn your exit for the rest of his life? Perhaps. Joel Miller was great at making you feel like shit, but today takes the cake.

Leaving was the only thing on your mind and so you gripped the rusty door handle. A quick exit, you knew you were good at that. Though instead of a brightly lighted hallway, your chest collided with a tough chest wrapped in a flannel shirt. A sandalwood, musky flannel shirt you might add and all those plans you had in mind dwindled down like a damp paper airplane. Plan A, B, and C were quickly crossed out on the chalkboard. Frozen, your lips trembled in fear. You stumbled backwards. Boots thudding against the old tiles, you’re afraid. Chest inflated with fear, you’re terrified!

“Move, Joel.”

Silence.

“Fucking move. Get out of my way.”

You threw quick, meaningless punches on the broad of his chest. It did nothing but made him get bolder with his actions. He took a step back, which you’re grateful for, but not when you realize that it was to lean back against the bathroom’s door. You’ve come a long way from how meek and helpless you were in the QZ, managing to survive the scary outside world for a whole year and keeping all your limbs attached, but you knew that you’d never manage to budge his weight. He was heavy. Used to be a massive ball of muscles, though now slightly worn down by his age. Joel threw you a look. A dirty, demeaning one that’s always been reserved for you. Only you.

“Fuckin' hell are you deaf?”

You bubbled up.

“Fuck you and your little play house. Going to church? Should repent the many souls you took yourself,” you seethed. “You’re just a big asshole on legs y’know that? Now fuck off. It’s a fucking mistake coming to see you.”

You stormed his way. Big mistake. He took you by the shoulder. Rough fingers dug deep into where your bone sits, his knee quick to slot itself between your legs. He was quick to switch the dynamic, to be the offensive one instead as he had you pinned on the wall. The frail wooden bathroom door creaked at the contact, its hinges banging against one another. You looked like one of those dead butterfly displays, spread out forcefully to show your entire potential. Was he going to murder you? Was he going to bang your head against the mirror and leave you there to bleed? He looked like it. With those blown out pupils, you're not even sure if he’s going to keep you alive or dead. If he's going to finally end your misery at last.

“You’re gonna kill me?” You tried to shove his chest back, but it’s no use. “Gonna choke me to death?”

“No!” The grip he had on your shoulder never once loosened, even at your viscous accusations. “You really think I’d kill you?”

“I don’t know.” Your eyebrows sunken in sorrow.

“You don’t know?””

“You’re not the man I once knew, Joel.”

“I’m-”

“I don’t know you anymore! You’re not the same.” Your feet tried to tackle his legs, a move he taught, but he stayed unbudged. “You’re kind, attentive.. you’re there, Joel. You’re present in time. You’re never present with me.”

“That’s not true.”

“Oh fuck off, Joel. You’re not gonna gaslight me.”

That had him briefly loosening the grip around your shoulders. You were quickly met with his cold finger tips, grazing the soft skin of your cheeks, only to settle on your cracked, bloody bottom lip. In a haze, you’re unprepared for the hand slithering its way onto your throat. It squeezed tight enough to impede your airway for a brief second or two, only to loosened when your eyes grew teary. You gasped for air immediately.

“You left!”

“You proposed to her!”

His expression toughened. The Joel Miller you knew was back. The cruel one with tendencies to abandon, to be hollow of true meaningful feelings, and he was inching closer. His soft scruff brushed against the tip of your ears. Warm puffs of air made you turn your head to the side, avoiding his serpent-like hold. He's quick to guide you by your jaw when you start straying off.

“Didn’t know if you’re alive or dead.”

“Oh I bet you’d be enthralled if I were dead,” you chuckled humorlessly. “You hated me, Joel.”

“I was worried,” he continued, ignoring your comments entirely.

He placed a gentle kiss on your temple, slow and steady as if you’d vanish into dust once more if he was too rough, and proceeded to smother sloppy kisses down your cheek and onto your neck. It glided like warm butter or sunscreen on a beach day. Joel never forgot the way in which you enjoyed getting those sweet spots below your jaw sucked, a mark to show his claim over you, to show his ownership even if you had to drape a shawl over it every time you had to shop for groceries or go on patrols. You weren’t as pretty and prim today though. You were untamed, always attempting to pull yourself away from him, to avoid his rough fingers and needle-like beard.

“Went on a search team every day for a whole month,” he hummed. “What if my sweetheart’s bleeding out in the midst of winter? Low visibility and endless snowstorms. What if you’re shot dead or worse, turned into one of those creatures?”

“But you’re a smart little minx, ain’t ya?” he huffed, his fingers gentle as it slowly popped the buttons to your shirt. His musky scent infiltrated your head. You’re drunk on him. “Threw a tantrum so big you disappeared on me.”

“No, Joel, we- we can’t,” you forced those words out, even when your soft breasts were spilled out of your chest. Those sensitive peaks were already stiff, you’d lie and say it’s simply because of the cold, but there’s no such thing. “Can’t- you’re en- engaged..”

He toyed with your nipples, squeezing and tugging on the right one before giving the same attention to the left. His eyes were dark, pupils dilated as he swirled around the sensitive skin with his coarse fingers. Your breath hitched and your chest spasmed. Every inch of morality left your headspace at the twinge of pleasure, your knees grew weak and he had to prop you up against his strong shoulders to aid you.

“You’re cheatin- oh fuck..”

“I am, huh?” he chuckled lowly. “You don’t want this then? Want me to leave?”

“No! No, please please,” you begged as his fingers carefully began to undo the stiff belt around your waist. He tugged on your zippers, tortuously, slowly unraveling the pretty skin he’s been missing so goddamn much. “I need you..”

“Needy minx,” he insulted teasingly. “Shameless, aren’t ya? Didn’t ya just say ya hate me?”

You whimpered. This shouldn’t be happening. This wasn’t in any of the plans you’ve concocted, it was just pure desire. He felt sinfully good. So warm and firm against your body, so strong and dependable. His shoulder proved to be the perfect place to bury your head into, muffling out the noises you’re prone to make when he shoved his entire palm down your panties. Joel Miller didn’t tolerate the misdemeanor. The hand he had around your neck tightened ever so slightly, before he abruptly pushed you back onto the wooden door. The hard material thudded against your back, resulting in a soft, breathless whine for more. He might be a mean, mean man for afflicting such things, but you’re even more insane for tolerating it.

“Ah, look at you,” he hummed, fingers tapping slow beats onto the hood of your clitoris. “No one fucked you good enough out there.”

You shook your head no. Annoyed, Joel slid his index and middle finger down onto your slit. He cumulated the slickness gathered around your pathetic little hole, before he slid it back up to tease. Up and down. Up and down. Then a full circle. The motion left you breathless, thighs bucking up against his hand, but he’d give you a light slap on the thigh if that happens.

“Oh.. you haven’t fucked anyone else out there?” he cocked his head arrogantly. “Dunno if I can believe a pretty girl like you. After all..”

He had the audacity to slip his finger in. A whole knuckle down your entrance, which is much more than you anticipated. Almost instantly, a sticky clear substance started dribbling out, gushing all around the foreign object infiltrating your cunt. It’s been so long, far too long that you kept yourself untouched. You could basically be categorized as a virgin again at this point. It wasn’t a deliberate decision, it’s just that no one turned you on this much. No one could shove their fingers inside you without getting their head blown off. No one but him.

“You’re not the girl I once knew.”

He turned your little insults right back at you. A single tear dribbled down your warm cheeks, hot and invasive, your fragile heart torn into two and stomped on the ground. Joel retaliated by pressing his lips right onto yours. Starting out soft and smooth, gentle and reverent, as if it was his way of apologizing and professing his undying love for you, but then it grew rougher and unrecognizable. A clash of teeth, a vicious fight for dominance. You had to put up a little fight, show him the kind of girl you’ve turned into, but when he eased a second finger down the tight rings of your cunt, it’s all over. You squirmed, desperately grinding down against his rough palm.

“Fuck me!”

“What was that?”

“Fuck me, Jo-”

A knock.

Your eyes blew wide open. The soft fluorescent lights flickered above, casting an eerie shadow that danced across Joel’s expression. You let out a soft whimper, eyes pressed into a crescent shape as you felt the need to cry out of fear and guilt, a sobering shot that made you realize how wrong this was. How disgusting this is. Immoral. Even when he was still three knuckles deep inside your pussy, even when you knew you couldn’t push him away. Your knuckles grew white as it clung onto the fabric of his flannel. He didn’t pay any mind to the interruption, instead, he continued to thrust his dripping fingers in, reaching around to find that squishy spot of yours. The one that’d send stars onto your vision.

“Are you okay in there? I didn’t know why you got sick..”

The muffled voice strengthened the guess you had in your head. It’s Summer, the girl with the engagement band around her fingers, the girl who’s supposed to have his two fingers deep inside her cunt. Your heart raced like a wild stallion, thunderous beats resonating in your ears. A small moan barged its way out your lips when he pressed on your clit once more with his thumb, he quickly guided your jaw back to face him with his free hand. Joel’s expression hardened, brows furrowed and lips pressed into a tight-line, then his mouth contorted into shapes. A wordless order to stay quiet and respond accordingly. You nodded, bottom lip slotted between your teeths.

“Was it the turkey I cooked? Oh god.. it’s my first time cookin’ in. I didn’t know that it’d be terrible. I’m so sorry, do you need some help in there? I can-”

“No.. oh! No.. no.. I’m fi- aaagh- fine.”

Your eyes darted around the small space, looking for any means to escape, but the solitary window was far too small to be of any use. Panic had seized you, but Joel’s fingers brought you back where he needed you to be. On the edge of an orgasm that you knew was going to melt your brain and make you go dumb.

“Really? You don’t sound too good.. I could maybe cook you up a remedy.. Oh, or we can go to the infirmary together? Just I don’t-”

“No.. ooh. Summer, I’m- shit- Summer, I’m fine.”

“Oh.. okay then. I’ll be waiting outside. Um, do you maybe know where Joel is? Kinda wanna see if he has some meds for you.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision as you tried to navigate your way to release. The thumb he had on your clitoris started rubbing faster, tighter circles, leaving you on the very edge of a dangerous cliff.

“Dunno- oh fuck.”

He’s in there with you for fucks sake. Her fiancé’s here fingerfucking you!

“Gonna cum,” you muttered out a little too loud.

“What was that?”

“Gonna.. mmph.. Gonna come out so- sooghn.”

Your knees buckled, for once he allowed it, and you buried your face onto the crook of his neck. His fingers continued to thrust in the perfect rhythm, fucking back in the arousal that’s slowly dripping down. You weren’t shy in grinding back down onto his palm, neither were you shy when you came all over his fingers, the remnants left in an embarrassing pool down your trousers. His thumb tickled your clitoris, making sure the sensitive nub deserved all the pleasure it could get as he watched you crumble. Everything was just how you remembered it. Sinful, warm, and helpless.

“Okay.. I’ll go look for Joel in the backyard shed!”

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imaginmatrix · 1 year ago

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zutara au where katara is an up and coming model/actress and zuko is the closed off guy who serves her tea at the shop next to her apartment.

Okay. Look. Listen. Against all odds, despite them filling all my favorite tropes, I do not actually… ship Zutara. I don’t read fics of them, I’ve never written them— which is wild, right? Wacky? Crazy? Doesn’t make sense. I know. I agree. Idk.

So I wrote this anyway and I have no clue what the fandom is like or how they characterize these characters but HERE WE GO DIVING IN HEADFIRST ANYWAY LETS GO

Katara already knew her and her brother had wildly different priorities— but moving into her new apartment proved that Sokka existed on an entirely different plane of reality.

“My sister has the cash to live anywhere she wants, but she picks a place next to the weirdest building in the city.” He had grumbled the day of the move, which kind of pissed Katara off.

Not because he called the building weird, but because that was his issue with it.

He should have been far more upset with the fact that the skyscraper belong to Ember Corp.

Katara pointed this out to him, to which Sokka only shrugged in reply, “I figured you didn’t care about that seeing as you moved in next door anyway.”

And then she had to stomp away in a huff to stop herself from snapping at him, because that would be hypocritical and ridiculous; but it wasn’t like she moved in next to the corporation that demolished their family’s home and community for parking lots because she didn’t care!

She did care! A lot! Maybe too much!

But then that was why she chose this apartment; the skyscraper next door wasn’t just a skyscraper.

Like Sokka said, it was…

Weird.

Good weird.

To be fair, Ba Sing Se as a whole was a little weird— a hodgepodge of shiny, towering buildings and ancient temples and Spiritbucks and cobblestones and sky trolleys.

No structure could compare to this one.

From a distance, it looked like a regular skyscraper; the architecture was more creative than most, but it didn’t stand out.

Then one’s gaze would travel down, and there, at the base…

A tea shop.

An old tea shop.

It wasn’t even all that fancy, though there were pieces that hinted at a rich history— the small, painted wood pillars on either side of the door, the round windows with various designs etched into them, and the roof— oh the roof! A beautiful hip-and-gable one with the edges flared up and rust red shingles that complimented the muted green of the shop itself.

Katara loved it.

And the fact that a skyscraper had been built atop was so ludicrous it made her dizzy.

She’d once asked Toph why it was like that, and in turn Toph explained that the rumor was that the old guy who owned the shop had been offered a ton of money from Ember Corp for the location. He refused to sell, but reportedly told them he’d be willing to sell the air above his shop for the same price, and a promise that his shop would stay— he wasn’t selling the land, after all.

So they reinforced the shop and foundation to be able to bear the weight, and just like that, a new skyscraper had risen above the city.

Katara only went to the tea shop.

She wasn’t sure what about it was so enticing. Maybe it was how peaceful it was; even when the giant sliding doors were left open in the summer, the noise of the city never seemed to penetrate the shop fully. The smell of tea soothed her. It was soft, and sweet, and earthy, and strangely reminded her of home.

Which was wildly different in culture, but… she felt safe here. Like she had at home. Before it was taken.

That could be the reason she came— she liked seeing something old and ancient stand up to an entity like Ember Corp. It filled her with satisfaction to see something refuse to give in to intimidation, to be immovable in the face of “innovation.”

It was almost sacred in a way.

So she found herself stopping by every morning on the way to work— be it a photoshoot or commercial or audition— for some matcha to perk her up. And every evening, if the shop was still open, she’d grab a Jasmine brew on the way home.

The owner was so kind, a round, elderly man with a gravely voice filled with mirth. He insisted on being referred to as “Uncle Iroh,” which Katara didn’t mind. Sokka was her only family in the city, as their Gran and Father and what remained of their community migrated to the southern towns after their neighborhood was sold out from under them.

She could use an Uncle these days.

On one particular morning she was running late. She whirled into the shop, juggling various items while she searched her purse— sunglasses, phone, the audition packet, chapstick, planner, book for the trolley— ah! Wallet!

But when Katara turned to the counter, it wasn’t Uncle Iroh who she saw; a grumpy looking guy stood there, shaggy hair falling in gold eyes. Those eyes were what she noticed first, bright and intense and filled with an emotion she couldn’t quite place— anger? Contempt? For… her?

The scar, she noticed second. Which upon reflection was a little ridiculous, considering that the angry deep red color and mottled flesh took up nearly half of his face. Not that it should have been what people saw first when they looked at him, she was certain he probably hated it being pointed out, but it was hard to miss.

They stared at each other a moment.

“…Hi?” Katara ventured, less confused by the new employee than the fact that he apparently had no customer service skills. No “Welcome to the Jasmine Dragon!” or “Can I take your order?” or even a rude “What do you want?”

The boy’s brow just furrowed deeper, which seemed almost impossible, yet there he was— basically one big furrow at this point.

“…Um…” When it became clear the grumpy employee had no intention of being friendly, Katara ventured, “Can I have a hot matcha to go?”

She waited anxiously as he punched the order in, finally speaking, “That’ll be six yuans.”

It was Katara’s turn to be the furrower. “Six? It’s usually three, isn’t it?”

This was met with an eye roll and a breathy huff, “My Uncle is… let’s just say he gives discounts more often than he should.”

Katara lamented that the new price would likely mean she’d only have one tea stop a day rather than two, but didn’t argue as she zipped open her wallet, uninterested in prolonging this weird interaction that made her more and more late by the second. She passed the rectangular coins over, and the boy dropped them into the register before turning on his heel to prepare the tea.

That was weird.

But so was a tea shop with a skyscraper balanced atop.

She crossed her arms, checking her phone for the time over and over again. Why was this taking so long?

Katara leaned over the counter to see what the boy was doing, and blinked. The kettle was—

“Are you… are you boiling water?!”

He frowned back at her— though it was likely just a regular look, if frowning was his default state as it appeared to be. “…I don’t know how you make hot tea, but here we boil it.”

“Yes but—“ Katara cut herself off, biting her tongue so that she could calm the ever growing frustration bubbling within. Sokka said she was hot headed, ironic considering where their ancestors came from. Finally, she managed to speak with an even, calm tone; “You have a boiling water tap.”

“…A what?”

Dear Spirits, this guy...

“The owner, he only uses the kettle at night when it’s less busy, for a more authentic experience. In the mornings, he uses the tap— or an electric kettle.”

The guy glanced around. “Because the mornings are so busy?”

To be fair, the shop was empty at the moment. Katara wondered if it was due to the upcoming holiday.

“Yes.” Katara ground out through gritted teeth.

He shrugged in response. “There’s no rush now, so it’s not a big deal.”

“It is!” She finally burst out, “It is a big deal! I’m late for work!”

The boy seemed taken aback for a moment, blinking at her. Then his face hardened. “It’s not my problem if you didn’t leave early enough.”

“But it is your problem that you don’t know how to do your job correctly!” Katara snapped back.

This seemed to rile up the guy even more, his nostrils flaring, “I didn’t even want—“

He was interrupted by the scream of the kettle, and he turned his back on her to remove it from the heat. Katara rubbed the bridge of her nose, feeling a headache encroach on the edges of her consciousness.

It only grew when she looked up to see him dropping a teabag into the cup of water.

“What are you doing?!” She demanded, aghast.

He glanced up, confusion mingling with his frustration this time. “Making tea?”

“I asked for matcha!” Her voice was shrill now, but she couldn’t help it— who hired this guy?!

“…Is this not matcha…?”

“That’s green tea!” And in a bag rather than an infuser, no less!

“Matcha is green tea though.”

“It’s prepared differently!” Katara leaned further over the counter, her braid hanging over the opposite edge as she craned her neck, “Look, Uncle Iroh keeps the materials right there under—“

“Hey, don’t lean over here like that!”

“Or what?” She retorted as the guy stalked towards her, “Mad that I know this place better than you do?”

With the way his eyes narrowed, he was indeed mad about that. “No, I’m not— the money is over here!” He waved his hands at her in a shooing motion. At least he had the intelligence to know not to put his hands on her.

Katara snorted. “Do I look like a robber?”

“You look like a pain in the—“

“Nephew? I heard the kettle…” A sleepy voice interrupted them, and Katara quickly straightened from being sprawled over the counter as a bleary-eyed Uncle Iroh parted the curtains to stare at them.

“Uncle, this girl—“ he pointed, “should be banned from the shop.”

Uncle Iroh yawned, turning his gaze to Katara. Then he brightened. “Ah, Miss Katara, a pleasure to see you— picking up your usual, I take it?”

“Well, yes, but…” she hesitated. A moment ago she had been ready to go ballistic, but Iroh had called the guy ‘Nephew’… so he was his literal uncle? Tattling to family felt a bit childish. “It’s fine.”

“Is it now? Well, I see you’ve met my nephew, Katara, this is—“

“Lee.” The boy interrupted immediately, his hand flying up to cover the name tag pinned to his apron, “My name is Lee.” He looked meaningfully at his Uncle, who merely shrugged.

“He will be working here from now on, so I hope that…” Iroh’s voice trailed off as his gaze wandered to the cup of tea. He blanched. “Z— Lee, did Katara ask for green tea?”

It was Lee’s turn to go pale. “Well, she asked for matcha, and that’s basically—“

Uncle Iroh groaned as he hurried to the tea, nose wrinkling in disgust, “And a bag, too! Where did you even find— no, no bags! We use these!” He waved around an infuser wildly, and Lee grew more indignant.

“Well how was I supposed to know that?! Why do you have teabags if we don’t—“

“Never mind that!” Uncle Iroh bustled around, scooping the matcha into the chawan to whisk, “Clearly you are far worse off than I thought— what has your father been teaching you?”

“Business! And finances, and—“ a furtive glance was shot towards Katara, “and things way more important than making tea!”

“Bah!” Iroh finished whisking and began to prepare the drink, “Very few things in life are more worth knowing than this.” He snapped the lid onto the cup and passed it over the counter with a cheery smile, “There you are my dear, I hope it’s to your liking.”

Katara was already speeding for the door with a wave, “I’m sure it’ll be perfect as always— see you tonight?”

“We’ll be open— and I’ll make sure my Nephew knows how to at least brew jasmine by then.”

“Uncle.”

Katara jogged to the sky trolley stop, her mind racing a bit. Uncle Iroh said Lee would be working there from then on… and if today was anything to go by, her once peaceful escape was about to become a whole lot more stressful.

Unfortunately, slinking into the agency thirty minutes after she was supposed to did not go unnoticed. But the lecture about professionalism and punctuality in the industry was brief, and the day passed in a blur. Lee was nowhere to be found during her evening stop, though Uncle Iroh was appalled to discover that he had charged Katara full price for the matcha. He insisted on giving her the evening mug of piping hot jasmine at no cost, and she took up her usual place on the patio to sit and read and relax before tromping up to her apartment.

The weeks passed fast, and to Katara’s dismay, Lee was now there every time she stopped in.

Figures. Her luck had always gone overboard to balance out— placed first in the third grade spelling bee? Broke her arm on the way home. High school valedictorian? Congratulations, your childhood home is being bulldozed! Career picking up? An annoying man now works at your favorite place in the world.

…Maybe one of those things wasn’t like the others, but it still irked her.

But Lee didn’t speak to her again beyond the curt welcome he gave everyone, the exchanging of funds (he gave her the Uncle Iroh discount now,) and the call of her name when the tea was at the counter.

Katara didn’t like hearing her name on his lips. It was wrong. It made the hairs on the back of her neck prickle, made her body tighten and squirm in an uncomfortable way.

A fight or flight response, she reasoned.

And then one evening, he didn’t call it.

She was curled in the plush chair that Iroh always let her drag to the patio in the evenings. Days were getting longer again, so the sun hadn’t quite set yet, casting a golden glow between buildings.

The day had been exhausting; three auditions and two photoshoots. Katara had been up since 3am for the first shoot, but despite her yawns and heavy lids, she couldn’t resist the allure of Iroh’s tea.

Katara was reading. Well, she thought she was reading; but when the sound of a clearing throat made her eyes flutter open, the sky was much darker and the streets bathed in blue rather than gold.

Her head felt cotton-y in the way it did when one took an impromptu nap, and she yawned, looking up from her curled up position on the chair to see Lee standing next to her.

“Ah— sorry, is it closing time…?” She began to straighten out, reaching for her bag, but Lee shook his head.

“No, uh… no. I just… here.” He held out the teacup. “Free refill.”

Katara blinked, “Oh.”

Lee shifted uncomfortably, and it took a moment for Katara to realize what she was seeing; he was nervous. “If you don’t want it, I can—“

“No, no I do!” She nodded to the side table, placing the book that had become wedged between her and the cushions on it as well. “Tell your Uncle thank you.”

“Uncle’s not here.” Lee said. Then he hesitated. “I… I can tell him when he gets back.”

Katara reached for the cup. It smelled amazing, and she sipped at the rich, floral drink. It was different than usual, but good different.

So she took a deeper sip, licking her lips as droplets clung to them.

Her face lifted to Lee, who was shifting his weight back and forth anxiously. Anticipating.

And then it hit her.

“You made this?” She asked— since that first meeting, Lee had only made one of her orders when his Uncle had stepped out. It had been rather disappointing.

“Uh… yeah.”

“It’s really good.” To her surprise, Lee almost smiled, the corners of his lips tugging up as his body relaxed.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She confirmed. “Did you add something different…?”

“A few things— Uncle thinks that jasmine is best on its own but…” He shrugged. “I don’t know. I… got bored.”

“Well maybe you should be bored more often if this is the result.”

The furrow that lived between Lee’s brow and where another brow once grew smoothed in surprise— no, that wasn’t a strong enough word for it— shock? The emotion was fleeting, gone in an instant, though his face managed to retain its new relaxed state. “That’s the second compliment you’ve given me. Maybe I should buy a lottery ticket.”

Katara surprised herself by laughing. “You gave me a free drink, so maybe I should buy one too.”

Lee ran a hand through his hair, revealing how his scar stretched up to his forehead; “Well, uh, I should—“

“Do you want to sit for a second?”

Lee immediately, wordlessly dragged one of the patio chairs up next to her in response, flopping into it.

They sat in silence for a minute, watching the occasional car pass by.

Then Katara couldn’t help herself; “Why did you start working here? You didn’t seem like you liked tea all that much.”

Lee sighed, his hand mussing up his hair again; he did that a lot, as if he wasn’t used to having so little of it. “I… messed up big time back home.” His head tilted back to gaze up at the skyscraper that towered above the shop behind them. “So my father sent me here to… I don’t know. Punish me, I guess. Cut me off, told me I couldn’t come back until…” he trailed off. “…you know, I was lucky my Uncle even agreed to let me stay here. If he hadn’t… I don’t know what I would have done.”

Katara couldn’t imagine it— what sort of father would abandon his kid like that?

Sure, she felt abandoned by her own dad half the time, but… at least when he left, he did it knowing her and Sokka were safe and cared for. And at least she didn’t doubt that he loved her, as angry as she was at him for his choices.

She cleared her throat, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have pried—“

“No, it’s okay.” Lee’s voice had a rasp to it, the sound of someone trying to hold emotion at bay. “It… it was probably time I told someone about it. I haven’t exactly made a ton of friends here.”

Katara spoke before she even realized she’d decided to; “You can come out with me and my friends sometime.”

Lee tilted his head to her, a puzzled expression on his features, “…Me?”

“Do you see anyone else here?”

And then a real smile played across his lips, “Are all your friends hot shot movie stars too?”

It was once more Katara’s turn to be surprised. “You— that— I’m not even close to a ‘hot shot movie star!’” She laughed and tugged on her braid nervously, suddenly feeling shy. “You know who I am?”

“Yeah.”

“Since the beginning?”

“…Yeah.” His voice was softer, more reserved, as if the question had stirred something in him. Guilt?

Katara pressed on, not wanting to ruin the new atmosphere they’d built for themselves. “So you’ve seen me in… what, shampoo commercials?”

Lee shook his head, “Nah, my fa— someone my mom used to be friends with, uh… helped fund that one movie; Glacier Soul?”

“You… you remember me from that?” She laughed again, both delighted and aghast, “It wasn’t even a big role, I wasn’t a lead or anything— and I wasn’t great in it—“

“No.” Lee‘s voice was firm, no room for disagreement. If he didn’t sound so earnest, Katara may have assumed he was just being nice. “You were perfect.”

Katara shifted, warmth spreading on her cheeks. The prickle on her neck, the tightness in her body, those both were present now too; but it wasn’t fight or flight this time, was it? Had it ever been? “Well I… I’m glad you liked me. I mean, me in it. It was my first dramatic film and… and I’m just… glad.”

They both fell silent, Katara downing the rest of her tea to keep from saying more dumb things.

“So…” Lee was hesitating again. “When… when are you and your friends next…?”

“Oh!” Katara reached for her bag, rummaging for a pen, “Here, one sec—“ she grabbed her napkin and jotted down her number. “Text me when I leave, I’ll let you know next time we have plans.”

Lee seemed completely out of his element as he stared at the napkin she’d shoved at him; as if he couldn’t believe it was actually there. Finally, he nodded, “Right, yeah, that sounds— yeah. Good. Great.”

“Yeah?” Katara asked teasingly.

There was another hint of a smile when he replied with, “Yeah.”

Her body was heavy again, so Katara started to gather her things. “Well, good to know you’re not so bad when you’re not extorting people or serving them poisoned tea.”

Lee sputtered, “I… I haven’t done either of those things!”

“Mm, that green tea you tried to give me looked pretty deadly.” He seemed troubled despite the tease, and Katara nudged him as she stood. “Tonight though? That jasmine tea was ridiculously good.”

Lee relaxed again, understanding the jests now and looking quite pleased with himself, “I practiced.”

“I can tell.” Katara yawned and stretched, her body complaining after being curled up for so long, “Well, Lee, I’m glad I got to know you a little better.”

He was running a hand through his dark locks again, looking as if he were going through some sort of inner turmoil despite the small smile on his lips, “Y-yeah, me too, listen, uh…” he took a breath. Then another. “I’m… I…” and then he deflated, “I’m glad too.”

Katara said goodnight, made him promise to text her as soon as she walked out the door, and as she strolled to the next building over, she realized she felt light. Bubbly. Happy.

So their first meeting had been rocky; she couldn’t blame the guy for having a bad day, especially since it sounded like he’d been through the wringer shortly before that.

Why should a bad first impression affect this one?

Katara’s phone buzzed with a text, and when she pulled it out she saw a little fire emoji.

And then she texted back something that normally she’d never in a million years say.

‘Is this your way of saying I’m hot?’

Sokka would laugh in the face of anyone who implied his uptight little sister had flirted.

Lee’s reply was immediate.

‘What?! No! What???? It’s just my favorite!’

‘…wait, don’t take that the wrong way, I mean, I’m not saying you aren’t’

‘Uh’

‘I mean’

‘Can you just ignore all of that? Please?’

‘…Please?’

Katara laughed. Normally she might over analyze his panicked denial, worry she overstepped, but… something felt different about Lee. He was so serious, serious in a way that made her loosen up.

Her brother often told her she was a stick in the mud. And maybe she was, maybe she was austere and boring and too much a stickler for rules… But Lee made her feel like she was fun, too.

‘Ignore what?’

‘I didn’t see anything :)’

‘….thank you.’

She hummed to herself as she savored the taste of jasmine still on her tongue.

Maybe Lee wasn’t so bad.

And maybe… maybe now she had more than one reason to look forward to her morning matcha.

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morbidology · 6 months ago

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Reynella is a city located in the southern suburb of Adelaide in South Australia. It developed from a small settlement into a thriving suburb.

Its history dates back to the early 19th century when it was first settled by European colonists.

The area is named after John Reynell, who arrived in South Australia in 1838. Reynell was a pioneer in the region, establishing one of the first vineyards in South Australia.

As the 20th century progressed, Reynella saw industrial growth alongside its agricultural roots. The establishment of the Reynella Brickworks in the early 1900s marked a significant shift.

The post-World War II era brought significant changes to Reynella. The population boom and expansion of Adelaide's suburbs led to increased residential development.

Today, Reynella is a well-established suburb known for its blend of historical charm and modern amenities. It features a mix of residential areas, commercial centers, and green spaces.

On the morning of the 4th of December, 2008, Roger Zadow was preparing his morning coffee in the kitchen of his home on Somerfield Avenue in Reynella.

As the kettle boiled, he glanced out the kitchen window towards his neighbour’s home, where 83-year-old Vonne McGlynn lived alone.

Something immediately caught Roger’s eye.

The bins, which were typically emptied that morning, were still full and not in their usual spot by the fence. Instead, they were placed haphazardly near Vonne’s shed.

This small detail sparked a sense of unease in Roger, as Vonne was meticulous about her routine. Curious and concerned, Roger stepped outside to get a closer look.

As he walked towards the fence separating their properties, he noticed something even more alarming. Several tiles were missing from Vonne’s roof, creating a conspicuous gap.

The hole was large enough for someone to enter…

This week’s episode covers the case of Vonne McGlynn. You can listen to episode 268 of Morbidology across all podcast platforms:

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novelmonger · 7 months ago

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After a long delay (brought on by distractions as well as scurrying around with moving preparations), I finally got around to watching The Two Towers with the Design Team audio commentary, with Richard Taylor, Tania Rodger, Grant Major, Alan Lee, John Howe, Dan Hennah, and Chris Hennah.

Here are some new tidbits of information I've gleaned from it:

Richard Taylor's least favorite prosthetic work of the trilogy is that opening shot in TTT when Frodo starts awake and you can see his ear. Richard doesn't think the color-matching was done very well - but in their defense, I literally never noticed it in all the dozens of times I've watched this movie XD

When filming on location up in the mountains for Emyn Muil, people would go to lunch on ski lifts because there were ski resorts in the valleys XD

I never picked up on this (oops!), but the idea was that, though the Uruk-Hai were bred to be hardier and stronger than regular Orcs, the unnatural process of creating them meant that they age and deteriorate faster than regular Orcs. So when they're in the sunlight, their skin gets blotchy, their eyes get cataracts, and their hair starts turning grey.

When they burned the village in Rohan, they accidentally burnt one of their fake dead horses, which cost $2,000 to make. Also, there was one shot (which didn't get used) where the fire from one of the buildings suddenly shot out towards the camera, and the cameramen had to flee for their lives!

They specifically called for extras who actually knew how to chop down trees for the scene where the Orcs are cutting firewood at the edge of Fangorn. They ended up with a couple guys who were champion woodcutters - which I didn't know was a thing!

Richard Taylor said that if he could go back and redo one thing for TTT, it would be to redo the contact lenses for Snaga, because they ran out of time to make any themselves and had to just use commercial ones, and he didn't think they looked subtle enough. It's okay, Richard, I don't think anybody's noticed!

The way they made the inside of the Orcs' mouths black (because Orc blood is supposed to be black, so the reasoning is that no part of their bodies would be reddish or pinkish) was that they had a licorice-based mouthwash they would make every Orc actor swish around in their mouth before each take to blacken the inside of the mouth. And they would have to be careful not to get too much of it on their teeth, or the teeth would all get black too @_@

In the scene where the Three Hunters meet Eomer for the first time, they didn't want Karl Urban to wear the metal hero's helmet they'd made, since he had to dismount a horse. So the helmet he's wearing is made of urethane, but is designed and painted so well it looks like metal. The same goes for the horses' armor, because even leather will irritate a horse's skin when it's not accustomed to wearing anything on its face.

Richard Taylor points out that Gollum's hair is actually one of the most important elements of his design, because without it, he would just look like an alien. The straggles of hair humanizes him and helps us believe that he was once not so different from a Hobbit.

Weta hung a maquette of the fell beast from the sprinkler system, until one time the building was getting an inspection and they had to take it down ^^'

There were 350 sets planned for the whole shoot, though in practice, of course, they ended up doing a lot more work than that, what with rearranging certain sets like the Fangorn ones to make the locations seem bigger than the space they were actually filmed in.

A year before they started shooting anything at the Edoras location, they contacted local farmers and asked them to grow wheat for them, so they would have enough to thatch all the buildings. Because some of the wheat still had seeds, some of them started sprouting during the shooting. I haven't seen it, but apparently there's one shot where you can see a bit of green growing on one of the roofs - unintentional, but it adds an extra element of authenticity to the scene.

They built the indoor stable set close to the mountain where they built Edoras, thinking that surely there would be at least a day or two where the weather wouldn't permit them to shoot at Edoras. But there was no inclement weather the whole time they were shooting there, so they didn't end up needing the stables after all. So they had to break down the stable set and take it all back to Wellington to use later.

To make the rabbits that Gollum hunts, they got rabbit skins and stuffed them with something like gelatin or Turkish delight, so Andy Serkis could get at it with his teeth through a hole in the skin and pull it out like he's eating the guts. I don't think I ever really thought about it before, but I guess I always sort of assumed Andy Serkis was just miming it and they filled it in with CG or something.

They hired a traditional saddle-maker to originally make about 25 saddles for the main actors, thinking they would only need him for that and then let him go. But he ended up working for them full-time to make all the saddles, work on repairs, etc.!

Helm's Deep was the first drawing Alan Lee worked on for the movies, and it was also the first miniature they made.

For Treebeard's leaves, they had to outsource leaves from China to get the right look and shape, but then they weren't the right color, and they couldn't afford to have the factory in China paint them. So there was one guy who spent months hand-painting all the leaves that would go onto Treebeard's body @_@ This is the kind of above-and-beyond work that makes LotR so incredible, I think.

The Forbidden Pool wasn't supposed to be so murky; they designed the bottom of the pool with all of these rocks painted to make it look deeper than it actually was. They had trouble with the water foaming, because there are detergents in paint, so whenever you have water running over a painted surface, you run the risk of the water foaming up. But they ran out of time to figure out how to get the water to flow clean so you could actually see into the bottom :'(

Richard Taylor's least favorite piece of armor was the extra shoulder guards they gave Legolas for Helm's Deep. They wanted to show him also adding some extra armor like the others, but also wanted him to be immediately recognizable in wide shots. Richard Taylor thinks they compromised too much - they should have committed to either more or less. Personally? I never even noticed it was any different ^^'

They were struggling to get the Elf extras to march in time with each other, but what they discovered was that if they told them all to hold their bows exactly upright, the concentration it took to keep the bows in position actually helped them all march in sync with each other! Funny how little things like that work with our brains.

If I understood correctly, that one Uruk at Helm's Deep who screams with a really wide mouth in a close-up is actually an animatronic?! It was the first thing they built and shot for the demo they showed New Line to convince them they could make this project, but actually the last thing they shot for the final version of the movie.

The Uruk crossbows were made from timber that was leftover from some repairs in the workshop XD

Okay, here's a bit of lore that never really comes out in the movie: The berserkers, the Uruks who are first off the ladders (or like the suicide bomber guy carrying the torch to the wall), were designed with the thought that their helmets are filled with human blood before being forced onto their heads, so they'll be filled with bloodlust and be fiercer when they fight.

The greens department was too good at their job! Sometimes, they would dress the set with all the rocks and bits of grass and other things like that to be ready for the shoot, and it would look so natural that when other crewmembers would come in to set up, they would park their trucks and equipment on a part of the set that had been painstakingly dressed for filming!

There was a Gore and Injury team that was responsible for all of the makeup for blood and that kind of thing, and they were all very proud of their jobs. The truck they used to cart all of their buckets of fake blood and slime used to be a fruit and vegetable truck, and it still had the logo on the side that said "Fruity" XD

"We ended up making blood in huge quantities." - excellent out-of-context quote XD

(I feel like I've heard parts of this, but not all of it.) The first battering ram they made for Helm's Deep was way too heavy for stunt guys wearing full armor and also trying to act. But the second battering ram they made was too light! So with the third attempt, they made it lighter with a hollow middle where they could put sandbags to adjust the weight to get it just right. But the sandbags would move around as the ram was lifted, so they had to put barriers ("bulkheads" I think was the word used) inside to keep the sandbags from all bunching up at one end or the other.

Richard Taylor observed that actors and stunt people are actually more dangerous with the rubbery stunt weapons than they are with the real, "hero" weapons. With the sword made out of real metal with a sharp edge, they're cognizant of how dangerous it is, so they're more careful with it. But if you give someone a rubber sword, they'll whack the living daylights out of everybody XD

One of the challenges of using a miniature for the flooding of Isengard is that water doesn't scale very well. Because of water's surface tension and other physics factors, if you shoot water flooding a miniature, it will be immediately obvious that the water is too "big" for the objects it's flooding. So, ironically, they had to put a digital layer of water over the real water they filmed to make it look more realistic.

I can't remember if this was mentioned in the Director/Writer commentary or not, but back when LotR was originally envisioned as two movies, Peter Jackson wanted a dramatic moment with Frodo to end the first movie, and so for a time they floated the idea of one of the Nazgul on a fell beast coming to Amon Hen when Frodo puts the Ring on. John Howe talks about this, and how it's actually not as far from the book as you might originally think, since in the book, Frodo puts on the Ring on the Seat of Seeing and catches a glimpse of some flying creature heading his way. In the book, he takes the Ring off in time so the creature doesn't actually find him, but the idea was to have the Nazgul arrive in the movie. Thankfully, that didn't end up being necessary because they were able to make three movies.

The scene after the battle of Helm's Deep where Legolas and Gimli meet up and figure out who won the competition was John Rhys-Davies' first day on set??? He wasn't used to the prosthetics on his face yet, so he'd sweated a lot and it had become detached and left a weird wrinkle in his forehead. So they had Gino Acevedo, one of the prosthetics people, lying hidden amongst the orc corpses, holding onto a string or something attached to the prosthetic, pulling on it to try to keep it taut against John's forehead. I watch the scene, and I can't even imagine that happening off-screen @_@

In the Flotsam and Jetsam scene, the props guy came up to Dan Hennah before shooting was supposed to start, frantic because the apples weren't floating. Dan was like, "What? No, apples float!" but the guy tossed an apple into the water and it sank. So they hastily tried to come up with a solution, thinking they'd have to core a bunch of apples and stuff them with polyurethane to get them to float. But Dan was still positive that apples floated. So then he grabbed an apple and tossed it into the water...and it floated. And so did the next one, and the next. Eventually, they figured out what the problem was: There were some wax apples among the props that were so lifelike that the prop guy thought they were real apples, but the wax ones were heavy enough that they sank. So they could just use real apples in the scene. But they did have to stuff the turkey with polyurethane so it would float.

They ended up making 139 different versions of Frodo and Sam's packs @_@ They had to make different packs for different stages of the journey, because of weathering and eventually them carrying less and less in the packs as they get to Mordor. Then they had to make twice as many, because they also needed scaled-down versions for the scale doubles.

#lord of the rings #lotr

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Western Australia’s Capital City

An astronaut aboard the International Space Station took this photograph of Perth, the state capital of Western Australia. Perth is located along Australia’s Indian Ocean coastline and is divided by the Swan and Canning rivers. This photo shows how the metropolitan area overlies the river basin, with arms stretching along the riverbanks toward Fremantle Harbour. Angular patterns of agricultural fields (bottom of the image) contrast with the urban cityscape spanning most of the image.

The land surface of Perth is a mixture of residential houses colored by pinkish-red roofs and commercial or industrial areas indicated by light-colored roofs. Perth is Australia’s fourth largest metropolitan area by population and is the only city along its western coastline with more than 1 million people. Perth Airport is one of the busiest airports in the country and is a hub for both passenger and air freight transit. The city’s central business district and the state’s Parliament House are situated near the intersection of the Swan and Canning rivers.

Fremantle Harbour is located at the mouth of the Swan River. The port handles a variety of goods entering and exiting the country, including grains, petroleum, and agricultural fertilizers. The surrounding municipality of Fremantle is historically significant as one of the oldest European settlements within Perth. It is known for its rich architectural history, with several of its original limestone-walled buildings still standing.

Within the urban landscape, the dark green color of wetland and brushland ecosystems stands out. Bold Park and Kings Park are located between the northern banks of the Swan River and the Indian Ocean. These native landscapes provide habitat for land animals and migratory birds, including the splendid fairy-wren and the black-striped snake. In southern Perth, Beeliar Park is comprised of wetlands and seasonal freshwater lakes that typically dry up during the summer months. Thomsons Lake, located at the southern extent of Beeliar Park, was designated a Ramsar wetland area due to its importance as a bird refuge and mating ground for endangered species such as the Australasian bittern.

Astronaut photograph ISS071-E-615058 was acquired on September 9, 2024, with a Nikon Z9 digital camera using a focal length of 400 millimeters. It is provided by the ISS Crew Earth Observations Facility and the Earth Science and Remote Sensing Unit, Johnson Space Center. The image was taken by a member of the Expedition 71 crew. The image has been cropped and enhanced to improve contrast, and lens artifacts have been removed. The International Space Station Program supports the laboratory as part of the ISS National Lab to help astronauts take pictures of Earth that will be of the greatest value to scientists and the public, and to make those images freely available on the Internet. Additional images taken by astronauts and cosmonauts can be viewed at the NASA/JSC Gateway to Astronaut Photography of Earth. Caption by Cadan Cummings, Amentum, JETS II Contract at NASA-JSC.

#science #space #news #nasa #earth observatory #western australia #perth

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these unfamiliar intimacies: chapter one.

a/n: i've had this fic on the brain for a while, so i'm super excited to have the first chapter out!

fandom: jujutsu kaisen

character: nanami kento

genre: eventual fluff (can read as either platonic or romantic at this point)

info: cyberpunk 2077 au; afab reader; reader is a ripperdoc; nanami is a merc

warnings: mentions of a suicide attempt (unsuccessful); mentions of injury

chapter synopsis: it's the first time gojou has personally hauled in a merc for you to fix.

word count: 2.1k

companion fic to "the body is a soft animal".

fic masterlist is here.

one

You emerged from the operating room, having discarded your soiled surgical gown and gloves, and it was dark again. The surgery went on for longer than you anticipated, even with Ieiri's help for the critical first hour or so. You let out a yawn, stretching your arms high above your head and relishing the way some of the tension in your body unfurled itself before slipping away.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted Gojou seated at your workstation with his chin on crossed arms and it struck you as atypical behaviour. Given some freedom, he almost always preferred to be tinkering with something or talking to someone. When he was in your clinic, he'd more than likely be found chatting up the talking vending machine he believed he stole from outside Kamo Tower rather than sitting down quietly and looking wistful.

"Seems like everything went well," Gojou said, without looking at you and without lifting his head.

His eyes were fixed on one of the two blank monitors in front of him. When he was in one of his more contemplative moods, you've proven to yourself that it was better to let him bounce his thoughts off you than ignore him. There was always less collateral damage when you indulged him.

You gave a hum of affirmation as you walked past him to the wall-mounted control panel across the room. Tapping on the screen, you selected some apple juice over ice for yourself and a sugary matcha milkshake topped with sweetened red beans for him.

"You're not usually this concerned about the mercs you hire," you said, coming closer to him so you wouldn't have to speak so loudly. "Does this one have a particular deficiency you forgot to disclose to me before surgery?" You pulled your swivel chair away from the corner of the room that Gojou had banished it to, and you took a seat beside him.

One of your service androids entered the room with two mugs before anything more was said. You picked up your drink with both hands, and you waited.

"Nothing of the sort," he said, coming alive as he beheld the shiny red beans crowning the green milkshake. When it came to Gojou, there were only a few moody episodes that an excessively sweetened matcha drink couldn't alleviate to some extent. For that, you were grateful.

He sat up to make a grab for his drink too eagerly. Slurping away, a good portion of the milkshake was on its way to his stomach before you put the straw of your own drink into your mouth. After a rather loud show of his appreciation when he came to the bottom of his mug, he said, "Nanami's one of the better mercs, is all. It'd be a pity if I lost him."

Gojou got up to place an order for a refill, and promptly sat himself back down. "Just for your information, he's the badge who talked my mother down when she tried to jump from the roof of our commercial building in Toranomon," he said, his dark sunglasses slipping down the bridge of his nose.

His Kiroshis lit up when he blinked; he paused in his little briefing about the merc you just operated on, tilting his face away from you slightly, as he took a call. You waited, sipping leisurely on your apple juice and wiping at the condensation that had formed all over the outside of your mug.

"Anyway!" Gojou's voice cut into your silent juice-drinking session. It must've been someone working under him in his corp on the other end of the call, since he made sure it took up as little of his time as possible. "When I first saw Nanami in the Limitless a couple of years ago, I immediately had it in mind to quickhack him from across the bar area. Thought he was there to arrest me. Turns out he became a merc! He's been doing gigs for me ever since."

As he spoke, it was you who came to the end of your drink. You set the now empty mug on a coaster to your right. "Then I hope, for your sake, that it's entirely worth it," you said. A service android brought in another matcha milkshake for him, and he scooped the mug up from their hands as if he hadn't yet had his first.

A long string of numbers flashed at the corner of your periphery. "Keep it, Satoru," you said, quickly transferring the same amount of money back to him. "It was an informative surgery, and that's a reward on its own. You know how high-risk procedures are rare to come by as a corporate ripperdoc."

Gojou frowned into his drink, and he pushed the tip of the straw out of his mouth with his tongue to further affirm his displeasure. "Can't I leave a tip for my best friend? Just take it," he said, the bottom of his mug giving a dull thud from the force of him putting it down on your workstation. You shook your head, and his frown deepened.

"You may waive my rent for this clinic for an equivalent amount, but I won't take your money," you said, turning away from him to check the time. The mechanical clock hanging on the far wall told you that you still had time for a nap before your next work appointment.

"Fine," he said, unnecessarily drawing out the word.

He was squinting at you with his face mostly turned away, as if biding his time before he expected you to give in and accept his payment. You were familiar with his patterns the same way he was familiar with yours; this never worked, but he always tried it.

"Rate the success of the surgery you just did," he said, and it was the end of the show. This exchange normally included more back and forths. He had never expressed even an iota of uneasiness about any merc that he brought to you for fixing. For the vast majority of the mercs he employed, his confidence in your ability was as absolute as the fact that the sun rose every morning. This one merc called Nanami was special to him in a way you didn't yet understand. Gojou had personally rushed the collected parts of the guy to your clinic, even if he was quite apparently past the flatlining stage, which was an anomaly in itself.

Even Ieiri had been called on to better the chance of this Nanami's resuscitation and subsequent survival. It surprised you when you caught sight of her hurrying in through automatic sliding doors behind Gojou. In all the years he poured into moonlighting as a fixer, he had never done that for anyone.

Gojou was not a person who freely assigned a value to the lives of other people. You knew that. He knew how well you knew this.

You set your elbow down on your workstation and leaned your cheek into an upturned palm. "Successful for now, in spite of the odds against it. However, further monitoring is needed to confirm his survival. Right now there's no way of ascertaining how well his body will accept all the cybernetic implants I've installed," you said, watching him and seeing that he was trying not to squirm. You were treating this Nanami with equal importance as any other person who came to you with Gojou's referral. Gojou obviously didn't appreciate it.

"I'll monitor him carefully," you said, giving in after seeing that he was starting to pick needlessly at the hair on the back of his neck. "Give him time to recover. If he doesn't, then you may do with the body in accordance with the terms stipulated in his contract in the event of incapacitation caused by an event on the job."

He exhaled with a small nod, looking as weary as if he had been the one in the operating room for the better part of the day instead of you. "Here's hoping," he said.

You followed the line of his gaze to the control panel on the far side of the room. Tapping on his knee to get his attention, you gestured to the screen when he looked up from his hands. "I'll have some souffle cheesecake brought in," you said.

Gojou was bouncing his leg in his seat when you sat down again. Immediately after you scooted closer to your workstation, he wilted over the surface of it, crossing his arms and burying his head in the space between them. Knowing that he was working through his thoughts by himself, you reached over to pat absentmindedly at his shoulder. He responded with an unintelligible groan, before he turned his head to look at you.

You waited for him to speak.

"What's special about him?" you asked instead, leaning out of the way when your service android came to take the three empty mugs on your workstation away for washing. "You've hired your share of capable mercs. They all make mistakes at some point, whether on a gig they accepted from you or not. You know this."

The door clicked shut as the service android left the room. Gojou hadn't yet graced you with an answer.

It was still dark outside. You still had time for a nap. The thought of it became more tempting, seeing as you had a question and your partner in conversation was loath to give a response to it. One glance at the clock, and you decided that you'd rather leave him to himself for a bit.

You stood up with the intention of excusing yourself to get some rest when Gojou captured your wrist, pulling on you. He pointed to your swivel chair with his other hand, and so you sat down again.

"I was the one who made the mistake that cost him everything you had to do in there," was how he started. He released your wrist to point to the door that led to the hallway where the operating room was. You didn't bother to turn around to give him some room away from your gaze.

He snatched at his sunglasses that had been sitting askew on his nose, and the pair of them clattered unceremoniously onto your workstation. "That Militech higher-up wasn't supposed to be there. Nanami was already in the position to klep the hard drive when I found out a VIP from their head office would be dropping by for a demo."

So that's what it was. It was never about the merc who was on the job; it was about him.

You reached over to the discarded sunglasses and folded them up nicely, pushing them across the space between the two of you only to stop a finger's width short of where he had planted his elbow. Gojou scoffed at the worthlessness of your action, but you took no offence. He hated making mistakes and the only thing he hated more than that was admitting them, so you let him have a little tantrum.

It was still dark outside when you saw his shoulders fall the slightest bit, and you counted it as a win.

"What's on that hard drive?" you asked, testing the waters in the wake of his fit of self-directed frustration. There was a tightening in the muscles of Gojou's jaw, and you were grateful that he was vain enough to insist on keeping his face predominantly organic. He'd be near impossible to read if he decided he wanted to trade whatever flesh was above his neck for chrome. It was one of the things that since you'd spent a fair amount of time studying it, you strongly preferred it if it stayed the same.

He slumped into the backrest of the chair he was sitting on, hoisted into your office from your makeshift living area upstairs. "Militech's been developing some ICE meant for military use. It's got a shiny and new machine learning algorithm that's performed much better than any I've ever seen," he said, idling away some time by spinning around in his swivel chair. "People in netrunning circles have been talking about a breakthrough like that for years, but no one's managed to get anything useful out of all that talking. Until now."

You picked up his sunglasses and set them on his face for him, and it almost pulled a smile onto his lips. "You can make what they've got better," you said, holding his face with both of your hands and resisting the urge to squeeze.

Gojou smiled this time, bright enough that the shadows hanging on beneath his eyes seemed to disappear. "Good-looking and sexy-brained netrunner like me can definitely manage it. Just you wait."

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen scenarios #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #nanami kento #fic #longfic: tui #kaija writes #kaija writes: jujutsu kaisen #cw: suicide #i'm putting phantom liberty on hold for this #this was fun to write #but #i can't wait for the part when reader and nanami are starting to catch feelings!!!#would like to attempt somewhat slowburn but let's see haha

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globalgreening · 7 months ago

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Global Greening Flagship Projects for Desalination, Energy Storage and Hydrogen Production

As many people know the integration of solar, water and wind energy is essential for sustainable living, production and working future. Everyone should consider how these solutions can be tailored to fit various contexts and address specific regional challenges – especially efficient and intelligent energy consumption and energy storage. By adapting technologies and strategies to meet local needs, we can maximize the impact and sustainability of renewable energy initiatives. Global Greening Deserts project developer have been developing world-leading concepts and projects for many years. Agrovoltaik, Energy Storage Park, Greenhouse Ship, Greening Camps and RecyclingShip are some of the flagship projects. Urban Greening Camps are another outstanding large-scale developments, especially for megacities and regions that need better, faster and more efficient greening or re-greening. Solar cities with more water storage capacity through sponge city concepts, brighter and greener spaces, modular and mobile greening, more biodiversity and diverse green spaces with healthy soils that reduce heat, emissions and disaster risks.

Rural Development: Enhancing Livelihoods and Sustainability

Solar Water Pumping for Agriculture: In rural areas, access to reliable water sources can significantly impact agricultural productivity. Solar-powered water pumps can provide a cost-effective and sustainable solution for irrigation, enabling farmers to grow more crops and improve their livelihoods.

Community Water Projects: Developing community-managed water projects that use solar energy for purification and distribution can ensure access to clean water in remote areas. These projects can reduce waterborne diseases and improve overall health and wellbeing.

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Solar Rooftop Programs: Encouraging the installation of solar panels on rooftops of residential, commercial, and public buildings can transform cities into green energy hubs. Incentive programs, such as subsidies and tax credits, can motivate property owners to adopt solar energy.

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Sustainability Planning: Ensuring the long-term sustainability of projects requires comprehensive planning, including maintenance, funding, and capacity building. Establishing local management structures and securing ongoing support can help projects remain viable and effective over time.

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Education and Sustainable Development

Empowering young people and future future generations through better education, environmental awareness and commitment to real sustainable goals. One of the most important aspects is promoting a sense of responsibility for the environment and providing the tools and knowledge needed to make a difference - also to ensure that the legacy of sustainable practices continues.

Educational Programs and Curricula

School Partnerships: Partnering with schools to integrate renewable energy and water management topics into their curricula can inspire students from a young age. Interactive lessons, field trips to solar and water energy sites, and hands-on projects can make learning about sustainability engaging and impactful.

University Collaborations: Collaborating with universities to offer courses, research opportunities, and internships focused on renewable energy and water management can prepare students for careers in these fields. Universities can also serve as testing grounds for innovative technologies and approaches.

Online Learning Platforms: Developing online courses and resources that cover various aspects of solar and water energy can reach a global audience. These platforms can provide accessible education for people of all ages, from students to professionals looking to expand their knowledge.

Community Engagement and Awareness Campaigns

Workshops and Seminars: Hosting workshops and seminars on topics related to renewable energy and water management can raise awareness and provide practical knowledge to community members. These events can be tailored to different audiences, from homeowners to local business owners.

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Engagement and Leadership

Mentorship Programs: Creating mentorship programs that connect students and young professionals with experienced leaders in the fields of renewable energy and water management can provide valuable guidance and support. These programs can help young people navigate their career paths and develop their skills.

Innovation Challenges and Competitions: Hosting innovation challenges and competitions that encourage young people to develop creative solutions for renewable energy and water issues can stimulate interest and innovation. These events can offer prizes, scholarships, and opportunities for further development of winning ideas.

Technology and Innovation: The Next Frontier

The field of renewable energy is constantly evolving, with new technologies and innovations emerging that have the potential to revolutionize the way we generate and use energy. Staying at the forefront of these developments is crucial for maximizing the impact of solar and water energy integration.

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Perovskite Solar Cells: Perovskite solar cells are a promising technology that offers higher efficiency and lower production costs compared to traditional silicon solar cells. Research and development in this area are rapidly advancing, with potential for widespread adoption in the near future.

Bifacial Solar Panels: Bifacial solar panels can capture sunlight from both sides, increasing their efficiency. These panels can be particularly effective in areas with high levels of reflected light, such as snowy or desert regions.

Solar Windows and Building-Integrated Photovoltaics: Solar windows and building-integrated photovoltaics (BIPV) allow for the integration of solar energy generation into the design of buildings. These technologies can turn entire structures into energy producers without compromising aesthetics.

Innovative Water and Wind Technologies

Advanced Water Recycling: Technologies that enhance water recycling processes, such as membrane bioreactors and advanced oxidation processes, can make wastewater treatment more efficient and effective. These systems can be powered by solar energy to further reduce their environmental impact.

Atmospheric Water Generators: Atmospheric water generators (AWGs) extract water from humid air, providing a source of clean drinking water. Solar-powered AWGs can offer a sustainable solution for water-scarce regions.

Solar Thermal Desalination: Solar thermal desalination uses solar heat to evaporate and condense water, separating it from salts and impurities. This method can be more energy-efficient and sustainable compared to traditional desalination processes.

Rethinking traditional wind power generation and further developing Vertical Axis Wind Turbines, which are much more efficient, environmentally friendly and aesthetically pleasing. Some of the best systems are also part of Greening Camps concepts and Energy Storage Parks. Even the flagship projects like the Greenhouse Ship and the Recycling Ship can be powered by VAWTs and produce a lot of hydrogen. The concept papers were published many months ago.

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Smart Energy Management Systems: Integrating artificial intelligence (AI) and Internet of Things (IoT) technologies into energy management systems can optimize the use and distribution of solar energy. These systems can predict energy demand, monitor performance, and automate adjustments to improve efficiency.

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Climate Resilience: Developing renewable energy and water systems that can withstand and adapt to the impacts of climate change is essential for long-term sustainability. This includes designing infrastructure that is resilient to extreme weather events and changing environmental conditions.

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Global Collaboration: International collaboration and knowledge sharing are critical for addressing global challenges. By working together, countries and organizations can leverage their strengths, share best practices, and develop coordinated strategies for sustainable development.

Super Visions and Visionary Transformation: The Path Forward

As we move forward, let us continue to explore new frontiers, push the boundaries of what is possible, and work together to build a brighter, greener future for generations to come. The vision of a world powered by solar and water energy is within our reach, and with dedication, creativity, and collaboration, we can turn this vision into reality. Together, we can create a sustainable and resilient planet where all life can thrive. Suns Water is the original project or working title for the organization and future company SunsWater™.

The creator of this outstanding project believes in the good forces or powers of humanity, real nature, natural technologies, solar, water and wind energy. That's why he also found many great ideas, developed awesome concepts and projects. The founder and some real scientists believe that most of the water on planet Earth comes or came from the sun. There is a lot of research on how much space water was created in the early days of the formation of the solar system. Most of the water on planet Earth does not come from external sources such as asteroids or meteoroids. Planetary and solar researchers can confirm it. We scientific researchers hope that more people will discuss and exchange about such studies and theories.

The initiator of the Sun's Water Theory has spent many years researching and studying the sun, planets and moons in relation to water and ice. Large data sets and historical archives, internet databases and much more data have been analyzed to determine the actual reality. Mathematical and physical logic can prove that most of the water comes from the sun. Another great discovery made by the founder of the Suns Water project is a solid form of hydrogen, he calls it "Sun Granulate".

The journey towards a sustainable future powered by solar, water and wind energy is both challenging and inspiring. It requires a collective effort from individuals, communities, organizations, and governments worldwide. By embracing innovation, fostering collaboration, and prioritizing education and equity, we can create a world where clean energy and safe water are accessible to all. Through its projects, partnerships, and community initiatives, SunsWater can inspire a global shift towards sustainable practices and technologies.

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