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naomixhill · 2 years ago

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10 October 2014

Written 8 years ago...

It’s my birthday, but it never feels like my birthday anymore.

There is something intrinsically saddening about driving alone down High Street in the dead of night. I thought this to myself as I pulled into Monte Carlo while trying to avoid the waves of people running around in the city lights; some would go to bars and then onto a stranger’s bed, citing their sin on their inhibitions; others would go out to a night of fine dining, go home to read a book, maybe catch up on the news. I, however, was on a mission. C and I had just gotten off the phone, and I was to bring over a glass of red wine and bold cigars.��

When I walked into the cigar shop, I was greeted by two foreign men, one Syrian by birth and the other Middle Eastern. The Middle Easterner quickly came to my aid as I began peering through the selection. “It’s not everyday we see someone like you in here, miss. Is there something I can help you with?” He asked with a boyish, excited tone. I lowered my voice, and asked for Henry Clays. Not surprisingly, they ran out earlier in the day. My luck has always been blessedly good.

I prowled around the aisles, until the Middle Easterner motioned for me to follow him to the back. Once there, he handpicked two cigars (both $36 each), and handed them to me. “I think you will like these,” he smiled. I took them, asked him to find me a good corresponding wine, and met him at the cash register. He threw in another cigar for free after looking at my ID, which told him today was my birthday.

After retrieving the goods, I quickly ran out to my car, trying to avoid the terrible rain, and drove to C’s. He had parked in such a way that it allowed my car, and my car only, to fit in a parallel spot directly outside of his house. As I pulled up, he was dutifully sitting outside on the porch smoking a cigarette. He looked sad. He has looked sad for a while now.

C and I made small talk, and then called out his roommate to join us. The three of us smoked cigars; I drank wine and the two boys drank dark, dry beer. It became increasingly evident that C had been drinking all day, the more we all talked. The two of them were engaged in discussion regarding the upcoming case competition at Michigan, but every once in a while there were casual slip-ups, and inappropriate questions and comments made in my direction: clear indicators that they weren’t just drunk, but really drunk.

By 1 a.m., C and I were grinding up against one another in his bed. “It’s your birthday, so you know I’m going to need to give you the best sex of your life, lady,” he told me. I was on top, then he was on top, then we were going at it from the side and every position in between; but he was sloppily drunk, and I was still too sober and hurt from another disappointing celebration.

Still later in the evening, C’s second roommate arrived home with a good looking friend. He was a blonde, very tall, computer science major from Purdue University. “Only in town for the weekend, just trying to ease my mind before our second round of midterms,” he told me. It wasn’t too long after soft introductions that C’s roommate asked if I would like to participate in a threesome with some Pi Phi sorority girl. “Come on, have a little fun, birthday girl,” was a reoccurring statement throughout the evening.

Eventually, the second roommate convinced C - who was nearly falling asleep - and myself to go to the bars with him and his friend. So at a very late 2 a.m., there we were. I was getting drunker, C was blacked out, and the other two were hitting on beautiful women all around. At the top of the staircase of Ethyl, I saw M from the investment club. I tugged on C’s cuff, and screamed for him to text M to meet us. He obliged, and within just a few minutes, M came down to visit.

C told M to keep an eye on me, and that he would be back in no time at all. A half hour may have gone by before he returned, but the entire time M and i spent in conversation. He told me more about Jordan, about weapons trading, about all of the things he did that I so desired to know about. He was in the process of plugging my number into his phone as C arrived, and with that, C sharply said, “M, what the fuck are you doing, man?” which caused M to very sharply put away his phone in shame. M has always been subservient to C, and may love him more than anyone in the world. Nonetheless, my attraction toward M is strong, borderline inappropriate, and it was the happiest portion of my night.

C at this point was no longer himself. “Guys, let’s go smoke a fucking cigarette, I need some air,” he told us. So we all went out to the balcony of Ethyl and smoked. It was there that C told us the news. It suddenly made sense why his sadness had been so pervasive, why his smoking had gotten so heavy and his words had become sharper than usual.

"My mother has stage three cancer. She didn’t tell any of us that it came back. She is going to die in two month’s time at the best, the doctor thinks sooner."

Drunk and confused, I began to cry for him, and ask, “why didn’t you tell me this? I would have been there for you.” M, meanwhile, tried to comfort C, telling him, “Look man, she is going to fight this out. They told my father he was due to die weeks ago, but he’s still kicking it, he is still fighting. Don’t doubt her, C. She will hang in there for you.”

C raised his voice, and didn’t hear a word of M. “I even bought my parents a fucking house to retire in, out in North Carolina. She is going to fucking die before it’s even ready. She’s going to fucking die.”

I started to feel faint at this, and began wobbling. An incredibly strong urge to throw up became apparent, and C could see the familiar look all over my face. “Look K,” he said, “I’m going to call you a taxi. I see some of my friends at the back of the bar anyway. I’ll be home soon, okay?” He pointed at M to keep an eye on me, again. He did.

When C stormed off, M grabbed my face and pulled it closely to his own. “K, you are so sad.” I shook my head and said it was nothing compared to what C must be feeling, but he contradicted me. “No K, it’s something else. You are always a sad girl, and I don’t think anyone really notices. But just know you are incredibly sexy, obviously intelligent, and you don’t need to take shit from anyone, not even C.” He smiled and pressed his nose up against my cheek. My hormones went completely out of control, and I almost considered kissing him. Thank God, senses prevailed.

The taxi came within minutes. It brought me back to C’s house, and with his keys, I unlocked the door. I undressed myself and waited in his bed. I tried to sober up from everything that had just happened, but simply couldn’t. I cried until I could no longer produce tears. And then I waited. And waited. But C never showed.

Perhaps at 4 a.m. I awoke to C coming home from the bars. He sat down at his computer and began working on his stock pitch for the case competition. Even if drunk, it was all he could think about; anything to clear his mind from the painful realities of the present. I tiptoed up behind him, and hugged him from behind. I came around to his chair, still undressed from earlier, and straddled him. I tried to kiss him, but was softly rejected. So I then kissed his cheek, his forehead, and down to his shirt buttons. I had decided now was the time to tell him I loved him, that I would be there for him through all of this, that we could take off time from school to go see his mother or do whatever it was he needed to do. But rather, as my knees began to inch toward the floor, and my mouth began to progress towards, he stopped me. He pushed me up, and told me to go to sleep.

I protested, and he told me more firmly. “Go to fucking sleep, K, it’s late and I don’t want to do this right now.” I began to straddle him once again, but he knocked me off. “Just go to bed.”

I slid onto the floor from the force of his push, and trying to get up, I stumbled down the stairs. He didn’t turn around. At the bottom of the staircase, I assessed my bleeding knee cap and banged up arms. C came to the edge of the top of the staircase realizing what happened and apologized, saying “I”m sorry this is all my fault, I didn’t mean to-“

But I was already gone before I could hear a full response.

I jumped into my Ford Focus, still too drunk to drive, far too sad, and drove home. Happy 21st birthday to me.

#investment banking #c #heartbreak #bpd #sad #college #memory #tuesday #columbus #ohio #ohio state #osu #borderline #sad birthday #heartbroken

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tetsunormous · 4 years ago

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Something cute the boys would do as your partner

mentions: Kuroo, Tsukishima, Bokuto, Ushijima, Akaashi, Nishinoya, Asahi, Kenma, Suna, Oikawa x gn!reader

genre: fluff

A/N: If you want a longer version of any of these, lmk

Kuroo

As the captain, he needs to keep his grades up so he can stay in the club and go to volleyball events

This isn’t hard since he’s naturally a nerd, but he likes to study with you after practice

When you’re busy focusing he will sneak glances at you and silently chuckle at how cute he thinks you are

He will leave little notes in your notebooks and randomly draw hearts in the corners of pages but pretends he doesn’t know why you’ll randomly start blushing as you flip the page

The notes will range from “hey, you’re cute. Are you single?” to “you make me hotter than sulfate hydroxide mixed with ethyl acetate”

He loves you even more because you don’t always understand his chemistry jokes but he still manages to get you flustered

Knowing he’ll tease you if you react to his little notes you try your best to hide your smiles, but Kuroo is extremely observant and never fails to point out how cute you are with the biggest smirk on his face

“Tsk chibi-chan I know you find me unbelievably attractive but we’re supposed to be studying, what’s got you so red?”

Tsukishima

Tsukki really cares about you but he has a hard time expressing himself in public

He knows you like to be close to him because you tend to get a little anxious

He won’t say anything, he will just stick out his hand and wait until you interlock your fingers with him

He would never tell you but when you’re out and there’s a lot of people, he will walk slightly faster so you’re directly behind him and give your hand random squeezes for reassurance

He doesn’t want you to get lost and bump into anyone so he stays in front, that way he clears the way for you

Bokuto

Bokuto is our favourite himbo

He thinks so highly of you, there’s not a thing you do that doesn’t impress him

Bo tries really hard for you, and you help to motivate him even when you’re apart

You always make him after school snacks so he has energy for practice, so he’ll try to make you breakfast when you stay over

He shows off the snacks you make for him, especially to Akaashi, even if it's just cut up fruit

He’s getting a lot better at following youtube tutorials but the first time he tried making you pancakes, they got burnt so he made you a bowl of cereal instead

He spelt out “I’m sorry :(“ with the cereal as you’re eating

Ushijima

He is a very straightforward person and doesn’t see the need to outwardly flaunt you around

When you’re out with him, he likes it when you grab onto his arm because he likes how small you look compared to him (this man is a giant and no matter your size, he’s gonna think you’re smaller)

He tells you all the time he thinks you’re pretty

Toshi has long ass legs so it’s difficult to keep up sometimes, but when you get tired he loves giving you piggyback rides

He feels very giddy when you’re holding onto him and you mindlessly ramble about the things you see because he likes the feeling of protecting you

Toshi doesn’t talk a lot but he’s always listening and its evident in the things he ends up doing/ getting for you

He doesn’t smile often either, unless he’s with you, and he makes sure you know that he’s happy with you

Akaashi

Akaashi loves how independent you are

He likes that you get along with his friends, specifically Bokuto, but most of all he loves that even though you can take care of yourself, you’re not afraid to depend on him

You’re a little more outgoing than him in social settings, but you both prefer staying in so every night he will have you lay on his chest while he plays with your hair

Normally, you’re on your phone while he reads his books but regardless of what he’s doing, he will either have his hand running through your hair or rubbing circles on your back

He loves how it feels to have you snuggled into him and when you end up drifting off to sleep, he will kiss your forehead and whisper “Goodnight darling” without fail every night

Nishinoya

Noya loves that you can be just as energetic and you both like pda

He thinks your his good luck charm

Noya will scan the entire crowd before a game until he finds you and blows you a kiss

Every time he’s switched on, he will send you a wink but other than that he is very focused on the game and it’s nice to see how serious he can get when he needs to be

After a game, no matter the result he will ask you to meet him in the lobby and he’ll thank you for being there for him

But if they won, he and Tanaka will be running towards you and he would yell asking for kisses as a prize

Asahi

He’s a soft boy that always makes sure you’re okay

He’s shy so he finds subtle ways he can show you his affection without causing a scene

Azumane is a gentle giant and it’s easy to get him flustered (which you take advantage of) so even spontaneously giving him a kiss on the cheek will make him go red

You both settle on him giving you headpats when he picks you up from class and you hold his arm as you’re walking

The team always teases him about your relationship because it’s so easy to make him flustered, but he secretly loves it

He loves that you made an effort to get to know the team and that you’re able to joke around with everyone, even if he ends up being the butt of the jokes

Kenma

He isn’t into pda at all but he knows you want to feel close to him even when you’re out

He finds you matching shoes in different colours, he even switched the shoelaces of one of the shoes with his so you each have one lace from the other

Kenma is quite shy and doesn’t talk much but he’s very observant and has all your favourite orders memorized at all the fast food places the two of you go to

Without fail, he will order exactly what you want (preferably at a kiosk)

His memory is so good he would even remember how many ketchups you usually need to finish your fries

If you’re at home, he has a little drawer in his room filled with your favourite snacks because the two of you always stay up late and he likes to be prepared

Suna

He might not talk a lot but he loves making memories with you

Suna, as we’ve seen with the Miya twins, is very quick to whip out his phone when something happens

He has a photo album in his phone just for pictures of you or with you

When he misses you (especially before a game if you can't make it) he will always look at the first picture you took together after the first game of his you attended

Suna has a lot of secret pictures of you when you're cuddling of you fall asleep on him, he doesn’t want you to find them but they’re his favourite because nothing makes him fall harder than knowing he makes you feel safe

Oikawa

He calls you prince(ss) and cutie

Oikawa has a lot of fangirls, but he constantly feels like he isn’t good enough so he wants validation from the people he cares about, you especially

He treats you like absolute royalty because he wants to show how much he appreciates you constantly providing reassurance

He loves making you smile and laugh, and he’ll do just about anything to ensure you’re smiling

I just know Oikawa is the type to tickle their s/o under the chin when their pouting

However, hearing you giggle because he’s getting bullied by Iwa-chan will undoubtedly cause him to pout on the outside but if you get close enough he’s sure you’d be able to hear his heart racing from how happy he is

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jordaneberle · 5 years ago

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NHL Playlists: Metro Division

Carolina Hurricanes:

Brass Bonanza - The Zambonis//Pump It - The Black Eyed Peas//My Type - Saint Motel//Girls Just Want To Have Fun - Cyndi Lauper//Dancing In The Moonlight - Toploader//Digital Love - Daft Punk//Boy With Luv - BTS//Temporary Fix - One Direction//Rock You Like A Hurricane - Scorpions//Can’t Stop - Red Hot Chilli Peppers

Columbus Blue Jackets:

YOLO - The Lonely Island//The Wire - HAIM//You’re Not Good Enough - Blood Orange//Everything Is Embarassing - Sky Ferreira//Dancing On My Own - Robyn//The Way I Do - Bishop Briggs//Let’s Dance To Joy Division - The Wombats//Under Pressure - Queen//Left Me Like Summer - Daily J//Waiting Game - BANKS

New Jersey Devils:

Better The Devil You Know - Kylie Minogue//Suit & Tie - Justin Timberlake//Opposite Of Adults - Chiddy Bang//Something Good Can Work - Two Door Cinema Club//Give Me A Try - The Wombats//Get Busy - Sean Paul//Move - Saint Motel//Carried Away - Passion Pit//You Get What You Give - New Radicals//Sympathy For The Devil - The Rolling Stones

New York Islanders:

If I Can’t Have You - Shawn Mendes//Survivor - Destiny’s Child//Dedication To My Ex (Miss That) - Lloyd//Good Luck - Basement Jaxx//No Scrubs - TLC//Clap Back - Iggy Azalea//Wait A Minute! - WILLOW//Ubu - Methyl Ethyl//99 Luftballons - Nena//Moving To New York - The Wombats

New York Rangers:

Subways - The Avalanches//Let Me Down Easy - Gang Of Youths//Eventually - Tame Impala//no tears left to cry - Ariana Grande//Whatta Man - Salt-N-Pepa//Blow Your Mind (Mwah) - Dua Lipa//Barbara Streisand - Duck Sauce//The Walker - Fitz and The Tantrums//Lifestyles Of The Rich & Famous - Good Charlotte//Uprising - Muse

Philadelphia Flyers:

Ginger - Riton//Freaking Out The Neighbourhood - Mac DeMarco//The Less I Know The Better - Tame Impala//I Love It - Icona Pop//Not About You - Haiku Hands//Just A Girl - No Doubt//Unpredictable - 5 Seconds Of Summer//Never Miss A Beat - Kaiser Chiefs//This Is Not A Party - The Wombats//Vitriol - Bluejuice

Pittsburgh Penguins:

Back To Back - Drake//Superstar - Jamelia//Superstition - Stevie Wonder//I See You Baby - Groove Armada//Bubble But - Major Lazer//Tempo - Lizzo//Fat Bottomed Girls - Queen//Roses - OutKast//On Your Way Down - The Jungle Giants//I Wish - Patti Labelle (Happy Feet Soundtrack)

Washington Capitals:

(I’ve Had) The Time Of My Life - Bill Medley and Jennifer Warnes//What A Feeling - Irene Cara//I Love You Always Forever - Betty Who//Good As Hell - Lizzo//***Flawless - Beyonce//Every Day’s The Weekend - Alex Lahey//Heroes - Mans Zelmerlow//(Fuck A) Silver Lining - Panic! At The Disco//Rock DJ - Robbie Williams//Eye Of The Tiger - Survivor

Atlantic Division

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alex-baebae · 5 years ago

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Pieces of honor

Chapter 3

Many guys have been knocked out. I don’t know what time it is. “Choi vs Li” the announcement for him “good luck” I tell him smiling, he smiles me back. The fight between them was rough but Seunghyun seemed to be the one who was controlling the situation, suddenly his opponent fell.

That was the first day of the exam, now we are in a special formation. They will give us new instructions in no time, I was next to Seunghyun. “So tomorrow, you will fight with the guys next to you, only the half will be here, you can leave now”. Seunghyun looks at me immediately trying to say something, I just put my hand on his arm “let’s go” I say walking towards our car.

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“Ahj” Seunghyun complains “it hurts” I chuckle “of course it hurts! My lovely child look what they have done to you!” Miss Liu exclaims angry. We are sitting on the big couch of the Mansion's living room, I keep cleaning my face by myself “my little princess, I can do that” she says worried about my reddish face (you know there is blood mixed with ethyl alcohol) “no, I can do it Miss Liu… better help Seunghyun, he cannot reach his back” I try to smile with my broken lips.

12pm… I’m about to go to the bed “fuck that guy really punched me hard” I say looking at my face through the big mirror on my wall, someone knocks the door. I open it “Seunghyun” I whisper, he enters quickly.

“What are you doing here? You have to rest” I give him a non-sense look “not gonna fight you tommorow” he looks into my eyes locking the door behind him “you have to! I mean we have to!” he says nothing “I don’t want to, but we have to” I add. Then I sit on my bed “but, I can’t… I… I just cannot do anything in order to hurt you” he explains “Seunghyun you know how this works, you cannot change the rules” I say before looking down thinking about my next steps “I’ll renounce then, I cannot let you do such a thing” I say firmly “but your father, your mother what about them?” he says kneeling next to me “I’ll have more opportunities but you…” he interrupts me “you’ll dishonor them”.

I want so badly to have Seunghyun by side, this is the only way… it doesn’t matter what my parents say, after all, he is the only one who I feel less miserable with.

As I told you first, I have confidence problems since I was a child, plus now that I’m an adult for my parents.... I know all the things they do for money… I just can’t carry on by myself. I need someone, maybe I’m depressed.

“Seunghyun, better leave, someone can hear us” I say trying to escape from making decisions “how many times have we been doing this? We haven’t gotten caught” he insists to be here, I can’t think well. “Sorry” is all I can say, he smiles and caress my cheeks “I have to tell you something important” he says now holding my hands “I’m...” he’s hesitating “I can’t fight you tomorrow because... I’m so fucking in love with you”.

I'm surprised as hell. I mean, it's not like I had not feelings for him, but I have been forcing myself to see him as a friend. I was worried to show him my feelings, he could reject me and I would be alone again, I don’t want to be alone as I have told you.

"I shouldn't have told you that" he says, I'm still quiet "I'm leaving" he walks towards my dorm's door "where do you go?" I shut the door which was been barely open by him, I kiss him, he holds me and returns the kiss.

"Ouch!" My lips hurt, again some blood is on them "sorry, I was so excited" he is nervous as hell "sleep with me" I asked him kissing his jaw "N-no, someone can hear us" he has his hands over my waist "so, are you afraid of it?" I tease him a little "yes, your father will tear me up in seconds" I laugh "come on! He will not do it" I kiss again the both sides of his jaws "I'm not afraid of what he could do to me, but surely I will not be able to see you again" I kiss this time his lips.

"Do to really are scared of that?" he lifts me "of course" he peppers kisses all over my neck "I have been in love so much time that, I cannot be away from you anymore" he adds "neither" I whisper.

"Then let's sleep at your place" I suggest "at my...?" He seems confused "if someone see us they'll think that I was the one looking for your love, not vice versa" he chuckles "please" I hug him tighter "my bed is not comfortable" he says "I don't mind" I say "I must leave now, see you tomorrow... My beloved one" he kisses my forehead.

I let him leave, as soon as I hear his door being closed, I walk towards my window, his dorm is not so far. I climb quickly and I get into his room, he was laying down, his eyes closed "someone could have killed you" I comment.

I don't let him respond, I attack his lips before he can even open his eyes "you are stubborn as a mule" he says between the wet kisses, he places his hands over my waist, his thumbs caressing my skin.

"I bet you like it" kisses again, now his hands touching all over my back, he reaches my neck and holds it to make me be closer to him "yeah, I didn't locked the door, but you surprised me as always" we smash or lips again, a small taste of iron is in our mouths I guess my lips are bleeding

"Let's stop, your lips are going to be all red in the morning" I smile "don't want to" I remove his shirt, he only smiles like me "have you.... Did this with another person?" He's nervous I can notice it "have I had time?" I remove my shirt, I have no bra on, he immediately blushes "no".

That was true, I mean we have been together almost 24/7 all the highschool. We assisted to the same school, sometimes the same classes, we did our homework together, the same basketball club, and my mom's trainings after school... Well we hadn't any time for 'love'.

"Well... Let's just follow the 'instructions' of our bodies" I kissed him again "I have read about this and you know...maybe you have too" while he's speaking, I took his pants off. "Let me take care of you this time" he added "you are the most injured of the both of us" I chuckle "then, do what you want".

I sit in front of him, my legs are spread, he’s closer and closer. He kisses all my body while I touch my clit as when I’m alone pleasing me, he sucks my breasts as I moan with every single touch if his hands. I lay on his bed, he climbs onto me kissing my shoulders "you're so beautiful" he whispers in my ear before he licks my earlobe "Seunghyun" I caress his back with my both hands and his legs with my feet.

He takes off my underwear, he kisses around my wetness, suddenly he licks from down to up my pussy "Seunghyun" I moan his name again, he keeps licking me with his warm tongue, I'm getting wetter. Suddenly he sucks hard my clit causing me to lift my hips to increase the contact of his mouth to my skin.

"Maybe you will like this" he turns me around, now I'm on my knees. My legs wide spread for him, he starts to eat me out again, more moans come from my throat, my legs quiver.

Seunghyun puts a finger inside me "does it hurt?" His fingers are bigger than mine I can feel it well, my pussy tights around his index finger asking for more stimuli "it feels good" he puts another one, of course it stretches me more than my two fingers I used to put in when I was needy "give me a second" I say. It hurts only a little but I want to give time to my muscles to enjoy it more. Meanwhile he’s licking my butthole and touching my clit waiting for my instructions.

I move my hips thrusting me with his fingers, he instantaneously moves them rapidly "oh, that's great" I encourage him to don't stop. "Fuck you taste so well" he turns me around again I keep my legs spread, he's intense glance is on me, he makes eye contact and sucks his fingers looking at me all the time.

Maybe he is lying, maybe he had done this with other girls and I don't blame him because some days I wanted to do it as well. He is now between my legs "can I?" I smile, I have done it with dildos, and vibrators but not with a man. So the confidence I had before starts to disappear "sure" he moved a little "is it inside?" he asked me "no it is not" I smile "shit I believed I did it correctly" I laugh now.

"You seemed to be experienced" he laughs as well "I told you that I haven't done this before" he kisses my cheek "so where have you learn what you did before" I asked curious "one day you left open an article about how to masturbate on your laptop and... you know I remember well many things" my face is all red, fortunately the light of the garden only barely illuminated us.

"Then in that web site was another article about how to masturbate a woman, and I read it of course" I laugh hard "really?" I ask "yes, I thought you liked that page a lot because there were many tabs of them opened" l kiss him "so, you have been planning to fuck with me all this time, haven't you mister Seunghyun?" he gets embarrassed "maybe..." he laughs "to tell the truth, I thought that if someday I could have this opportunity... I wanted to make you feel good".

I took his sex in my hands "wanna know what I've learned in that articles?" I joke, he chuckles "next time, baby" he puts my hands asides my head. He takes his member to be sure this time he's going to not fail, he enters slowly I moan "are you alright?" He asks me worried "yes" he goes deeper "ugh!" I moan grabbing his shoulders "I'll stop" he says. I put my legs around his waist. "No, I guess my dildos are not this big". When I was buying my toys on line, I was worried of insert big shit in me, I guess that fear is normal, so I bought the slender and smaller ones.

Seunghyun gets more embarrassed and laughs "well, that's new" he comments "hey, try to move now" I ask, he did as I said, one of his hands reaches my clit, I soon start to feel nice. Our bodies are sweating, our breaths are crashing into each other's skin, soon I felt my orgasm being built, his name is all I'm able to say...

More updates, I will always love y'all!! ❤️

I'm busy, university is getting more difficult. However I'll do my best to update in less time 💞

Love,

Alex

#daesung x reader #bigbang stories #g dragon x reader #kpop stories #kpop x reader #kpop #mafia au #t.o.p x reader #t.o.p #kpop mafia au

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mercury-dust · 6 years ago

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venus ✧ roger taylor

— 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞! ; sorry if there are orthographic errors, this is my first time writing in english since it is not my native language. if you know spanish in my wattpad profile you can read this same fic in spanish. and welcome to venus!

— 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠! ; hardy! roger taylor x original character (venus austin)

— 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲! ; Venus Kendrick Austin was an misfit who loved to break the rules without caring what the others thought or said about her. Venus is a lover of music and art that studies Fine Arts at East London University where, by luck or disgrace, she meets the heartbreaker of the university Roger Taylor and together they fulfill the dream of their lives.

THE PENCIL MOVES WITHOUT A STOP IN THE HAND OF VENUS AUSTIN, she hummed a melody that had suddenly reached her head as she listened to the distant voice of Mr. Harrington, who explained Picasso's vision of art even though no one was listening to him since, like Venus herself, the other students of the first year of the Fine Arts career were absorbed in their own thoughts while they waited for the alarm to sound in order to start their vacations.

The soft, new and unknown melody that made her move her right leg to the floor and play with the pen between her fingers, distracted her from the class so she was startled when she saw Mr. Harrington in front of her and all her classmates lending them a sum attention. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment and the desire to hide under the table soon appeared.

"Miss Austin, I know my class is boring and there are only a few minutes left for the holidays but..." The long-awaited alarm sounded, earning shouts and exclamations from the students, who soon collected their things and left the classroom. The professor sighed, turning his gaze to the girl with the name of a planet, who shrugged. He tapped the desk in a sign of surrender before turning around "Have a good holiday, Venus”.

"Likewise, Mr. Harrington" She gave him a slight smile before leaving the room, let out a relieved sigh and smiled, observing her surroundings.

The other university students ran out of the classroom towards the exit of the Arts building. Couples kissed as if their lives depended on it, friends laughed at each other and hugged each other as they approached the exit, surely talking about the people they would had sex with, the destination of their trip or the type of alcohol they would enter in an ethyl coma.

She looked at the watch on her wrist, pressed the books to her chest and walked quietly down the hall. She had nowhere to go this holiday so she wasn’t in a hurry, unlike most.

“Vee!” She heard that high-pitched but soft voice making her turn to look for her best friend, the action made her collide with something that she deduced was a human body, although she wasn’t very sure. Her books fell to the ground thanks to the impact, along with the drawings and the song she had been writing in History of Art class.

“You should look where you're going” Not knowing if that person was still in front of her, she bent down to pick up her belongings. In one swift movement she carried one of her chestnut locks behind her ear, the one that stood in her field of vision.

“Oh! I'm sorry, love” A deep laugh is what she heard before feeling like the presence was bending down and helping her to take the books, out of the corner of the eye she could see a long mat of blond hair. Rolled her eyes after hearing the "love" before trying to reach the book, the subject must have thought the same because their hands collided when they both tried to catch the object.

She glanced at their hands — still touching— before looking up to find a pair of huge blue eyes. She raised an eyebrow, waiting for the boy to let go but he didn’t respond.

“Vee, are you okay?” Maeve Williams, her best friend, came to her side worried about her, ready to check her body for any contusion or injury but her actions stopped short when she saw the scene “...oh”.

“Roger, come on, we want to go eat something” A blonde, accompanied by another redhead, moaned like a little girl his name causing the boy to finally react, releasing the hand of the brunette and with it the notebook.

He cleared his throat by turning to see the girls "I'm kind of busy here, darling”.

“Oh no, as soon as he give me my drawings he will be all for you” She gave a scathing smile to the girl, who responded by believing that it was a gentle smile. Her gaze fell back on the blonde, stretched her hand waiting for the drawings. "My drawings, please”.

“You know what” In his right hand he had the song she had written in class, he looked at her sideways with the right corner of his lips tilted in a mocking smile “This is good, very good indeed. Can you sing or just write, love?”.

"Is none of your bussiness” She took a step forward to snatch the leaves but he raised his arm and being taller than her, obviously she didn’t arrive. Roger —as that girl had called him— smiled at the feel of her body next to his, ran his hand over her waist but Venus pushed him away from her “Give me my fucking drawings”.

“If you're interested in a position in a band or... one night with me, maybe” He winked at her passing his hand around the waist of the blonde who had called him before. He looked at the other blonde “Your friend knows who I am and where to find me. What's up, Maeve?”.

“Hello, Roger” The blue-eyed blonde raised her hand somewhat uncomfortable and amazed by the situation.

“A pleasure, love” He winked at her again before putting his other arm around the redhead's waist and continuing on his way as if none of that had happened.

Austin looked at the three figures, already tiny because of the distance, and frowned "That just happened?".

“Oh. My. God" The older spoke slowly, moving her arms from side to side, she seemed really excited about the situation "Roger Taylor just flirted with you!".

“Roger, who?” She asked by keeping the various sheets in the notebook. Maeve opened her eyes and grabbed her arm, startling her "Oh, Maev, what the...!”.

“Don’t you know who Roger Taylor is?” The brown eyed girl looked at her best friend with a bored expression on her face, knowing what was to come “Roger Taylor is one of the prettiest guys on campus, studying biology and going to some of my lessons. He's very popular with girls, you don’t know the girls that are crazy for him in my class”

While Maeve was talking non-stop and at an incredibly fast pace, Venus managed to drag her down the aisle, totally disinterested in that subject. Officially they were already on vacation and she didn’t want to waste any more time in staying to talk about the college’s fuckboy in the hall of the Art building.

“But if you study biology why he was in the art building?” She frowned for a millisecond before running her hand through her skin, remembering that doing that will give her wrinkles. She opened her eyes wide for the second time when the light bulb above his head lit up "Of course! Alma Drew, the blonde who was with him, she studies art. What a little class of her to accept making threesomes with her friends in order to get even a bit of attention from Roger.

Venus sighed releasing her grip on her friend and started to move away from her.

“I need a cigarette”.

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Just Another Menace Sunday #665 w/ Methyl Ethel

Today The Menace's Attic/Just Another Menace Sunday #interview w/ METHYL ETHEL 6pm-8pm EST 3pm-5pm PDT 11pm -1am BST Bombshell Radio bombshellradio.com Bombshell Radio Repeats SUNDAY 6am-8am EST 3am-5am PDT 11am-1pm BST BombshellRadio #melodicrock #radioshow #rock #alternative #TuneInRadio #justanothermenacesunday #dj #DennistheMenace #radioreplay #today #METHYLETHEL #RockNRoll #Alternative #BombshellRadio This Week – Episode #665 A CONVERSATION WITH METHYL ETHEL & THEIR MUSICAL SANDWICH. (10/16/2016) Theme Song Just Another Menace Sunday Theme (Dennis The Menace) - Mighty Six Ninety Hour 1 A CONVERSATION WITH METHYL ETHEL & THEIR MUSICAL SANDWICH. OPENING SONG: Twilight Driving - Methyl Ethyl TOP BREAD: 6.4=Makeout - Gary Wilson Cindy Savalas - Palmbomen II Touch The Leather - Fat White Family End Girl - Drool You've Lost That Loving Feeling - Lee Hazelwood & Nancy Sinatra Bonnie & Clyde - Serge Gainsbourg I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry - Hank Williams Taj Mahal - Broncho Opening (Glassworks) - Philip Glass Thirteen Monster - Lightning Bolt Good Luck Charm - Elvis Presley BOTTOM BREAD: Id�e Fix - Methyl Ethyl Hour 2 NEW MELODIC ROCK AND ROLL! OPENING SONG: Million Dollar Loan - Death Cab For Cutie (Atlantic) Can't You Tell - Aimee Mann (Aimee Mann) Demagogue - Franz Ferdinand (Domino) So Good - Warpaint (Rough Trade) Heathens - Blondfire (Wax LTD) Gameshow - Two Door Cinema Club (Glassnote) TCR - Sleaford Mods (Rough Trade) Give Up - American Wrestlers (Fat Possum) Who Are You? - Spring King (Terrible) The Touch - Walter Lukens (Modern Outsider) Are You Lost In The World Like Me - Moby (Mute) CLOSING SONG: Sunday Morning Feeling - Alejandro Escovedo (Fantasy) Read the full article

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Hidden Histories: Not-So-Hidden Edition

Bell X-1 and Breaking the Sound Barrier

Seventy years ago today, on October 14, 1947, Captain Chuck Yeager became the first person to travel faster than the speed of sound. His aircraft was a little plane called the X-1, which would go on to leave a legacy of experimental aircraft lasting seven decades.

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X for Experimental

A majority of American military planes use a single letter at the beginning of their names as a designation for what type of aircraft they are. B-52′s are bombers, T-38′s are trainers, and F-104′s are fighters. In 1945, two new letters made their way onto airplane names- X and S. “X” stood for “experimental” and “S” stood for “supersonic”. Later on however, the S would be dropped while the X remained for even those airplanes that flew supersonic. The story of the Bell X-1 doesn’t start at an airfield somewhere or even in the United States- it all began in England. In 1942, the United Kingdom’s Ministry of Aviation began a top-secret project with Miles Aircraft to create the first aircraft that could break the sound barrier. From this project came the prototype turbojet-powered Miles M.52. Two years later, the M.52 was almost complete and the company was given the OK to build three prototypes. Later that year, the Air Ministry made an agreement with the US to share info and data each country had on supersonic travel. The US’s Bell Aircraft was given access to the M.52 files, but it was stated by the Miles Aircraft’s Chief Aerodynamicist that the US provided none of their data in return. That wouldn’t make much of a difference, though. Bell was already working on their own rocket-powered airplane as well. On March 16, 1945, the US Army Air Forces (since the Air Force wasn’t a separate branch yet) and the National Advisory Council for Aeronautics (which would later become NASA) contracted with Bell Aircraft to build three XS-1s that would eventually be flown by men. The aircraft, in principle, was a bullet with wings. It closely resembled the shape of a Browning .50 caliber machine gun bullet, which was actually stable in supersonic flight. As for the rocket engine, it was a four chambered little thing built by Reaction Motors Inc, which was also one of the first companies to build liquid-propellant rocket engines in the US. It burned ethyl alcohol diluted with water with a liquid oxygen oxidizer.

A Miles M.52 concept drawing. Looks kinda like the X-1, doesn’t it?

The X-1 Has Wings

Sometimes, the best known isn’t necessarily the first. Neil Armstrong is the best known pilot of the X-15, but he wasn’t the first to fly it. Same with the X-1- Chuck Yeager may be the most popular but he wasn’t the first. This title was given to Bell Aircraft chief test pilot Jack Woolams on January 25, 1946, when he flew the X-1 over Pinecastle Army Airfield in Florida. However, this flight and the nine others he performed were glide flights and therefore unpowered. In March, the XS-1 #1 was returned to Buffalo, New York, home of Bell Aircraft, for modifications for powered flight. Up next was Clamers “Slick” Goodlin, who flew the X-1-1 (also known as the USAF #46-062) twenty-six times from September of ‘46 to June of ‘47. But the Army Air Forces was unhappy with the cautious progress the program was making and terminated Bell’s #46-062 contract. Instead, it was acquired by the Army Air Force Test Flight Division and was put to good- and historical- use.

The X-1 while in flight

Glamorous Glennis

A little more than a month after its creation as a separate military branch, the US Air Force was ready for its first flight into the history books. A young captain by the name of Chuck Yeager was chosen to make the first supersonic flight. Yeager nicknamed his X-1 Glamorous Glennis after his wife and “good luck charm” Glennis, whom he was married to from 1945 until her death in 1990. On October 14, 1947, USAF aircraft #46-062 and its pilot became the first to travel faster than the speed of sound. The airplane was dropped from the bomb bay of a B-29 Superfortress and achieved a speed of Mach 1.06. After the burnout, it glided down to the dry lake bed of Muroc Army Airfield, now known as Edwards Air Force Base. Though this was the fiftieth flight of the X-1, it was the first in its own unique way. At first, this successful flight was kept secret out of fear that the Russians would find out about it. It wasn’t until a few months later that a reporter leaked Yeager’s story to Aviation Week magazine. Two days later on December 22, it was the headline for the Los Angeles Times. The supersonic flight wasn’t the only time Yeager would fly his #46-062; he performed the only runway launch of an X-1 in early 1949. The captain would later go on to be a brigadier general and still fly for decades afterwards. Glamorous Glennis is now on display in the National Air and Space Museum in Washington DC.

Captain Yeager with his X-1 “Glamorous Glennis”. If you ask me, it’s one of the most recognizable American aircraft in history.

Bell X-1 in the bomb bay of the B-29 before being deployed

The cockpit of Yeager’s “Glamorous Glennis”

The Fastest Men Alive

It’s kind of a hard title to give. Yeager was, for a time, the fastest man alive. But just as technology changes, records change as well. A Navy test pilot named John Young set world speed-altitude records during Project High Jump in 1962. He later went on the become a NASA astronaut and walked on the moon ten years later. But the fastest manned powered flight was in fact an X-15 flight by William Knight in 1967. Eldon W. Joersz and George T. Morgan Jr. set the record for the fastest flight on an SR-71 Blackbird in 1976. Joe Engle flew the fastest Space Shuttle reentry of Mach 24 in 1981. However, the fastest mankind has ever travelled was a whopping 30 times faster than the speed of sound. And it was on the trip back to Earth from the moon. This title was officially given to the crew of Apollo 10- Tom Stafford, John Young (yes, the Project High Jump John Young), and Gene Cernan- who reentered the atmosphere at Mach 30 in 1969. Their capsule, Charlie Brown, became the fastest traveling object in history. Therefore, there are two fastest men alive (Cernan passed away this past January)-Stafford and Young.

Don’t Bring Me Down

The X-1 was the first in a long and prosperous line of American experimental aircraft. The research techniques developed during the program became the basis for all other experimental programs- from the X-2 to the space-bound X-20. More than fifty X-planes have been developed over the past seventy years, and numerous other experimental aircraft have been as well. But the X-1 led to more than just new X-planes; it also left behind a variety of other X-1′s. They were built to test the different aspects of supersonic flight. Yeager himself flew an X-1A at Mach 2 plus and wound up demonstrating the deadly effect of inertia coupling. As for supersonic aircraft, they are, or at least were, no longer reserved for only hot dog test pilots. The Russian Tupolev Tu-144 and British-French Concorde were the only two supersonic passenger jets in history. In fact, the Concorde flew at Mach 2 plus, and even the Tu-144 flew faster than Yeager did his first time around. Mankind has only been flying powered flights for 114 years. We’ve been flying faster than the speed of sound itself for seventy of them. There’s no telling where we’ll be in another seven decades. Next thing you know, we’ll be flying faster than the speed of light. So, a thank you to Chuck Yeager for seventy years of pushing the envelope and bringing mankind a little closer to the heavens.

Bell X-1A on runway

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So I’m still getting started with all of this and being a space blog, I generally won’t do aviation history. But as someone who wants to fly for the rest of her life, it doesn’t seem like a bad idea to write about it once in a while.

Sources below the cut

Titles: “Don’t Bring Me Down” -song by The Animals

Info: National Air and Space Museum; nasa.gov; more nasa.gov; militaryfactory.com

#Hidden Histories #bell x1 #aviation history #look y'all i did another one #that's two in a day #and yes i brought up john

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Natural Roots Tutorial 🤗 The synthetic wig I wanted to "upgrade" was Riley Blue, as she got natural roots throughout most of Sense8 and I just wanted to get the closest I could to her look. I first considered the "sharpie" method, which in Germany is the Copic method, since I only needed to paint small roots. But I heard that it can come off really streaky. You can fix this if you have a big surface, but that wouldn't work for the natural look I was going for. So, I decided to try the alcohol and marker method. I bought a spray bottle and ethyl alcohol. Also, I used the Copic Various Ink refiller in the color E49 Dark Bark. For whole short wigs, it is usually recommended to use 100ml and one marker, but the mixture really depends on how dark a color you want to end up with. I used about 50ml and pressing down 3 times on the refiller and ended up with lots of it left over for fixing. Before I started, I put away my carpet, spread out some news paper and put the wig on my wig stand. You should also open your windows or just work outside because of the scent. Please use gloves. Luckily, I then tried spraying some color on the news paper first to figure out how far away I had to hold the bottle. But I noticed that the bottle had high pressure somehow and just wouldn't spray effectively in a small radius. Once again, not working for small, natural looking roots. So I resorted to using a really small, flat paint brush and started working my way from the back to the front row after row of the wig. My pointers: be careful to not have too much paint on your brush. With synthetic wigs I noticed that it "bleeds" really quickly and might destroy the look of short, natural roots. It's most effective to actually dye the fabric the roots are attached to, as the color spreads more evenly that way. But if you have a lace front wig like mine, be careful to only paint the hair on the lace, not the lace itself, since that will show later. You can see my mistakes in the last picture 😅 But I'm happy with my results! . Hope, this helps anyone! Good luck if you try it and feel free to ask questions! #wig #cosplay #coswork #wip #wigdying #copic https://www.instagram.com/p/B4S6jVColDJ/?igshid=wshy5cu0d1tq

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dfnews · 7 years ago

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Episode Recap of "Spud's First Birthday".

Season 4, Episode 3 - June 19, 2017

"Spud's first birthday brings the family together for a celebration. Meanwhile, Joy and Austin work on a house-flipping project; and in Laredo, things heat up in the kitchen with Jinger and Jeremy."

That line about things heating up between JinJer is quite racy. We could only hope TLC would air something like that. They would rather stick with coma inducing content instead.

1. And the coma begins. The show opens up with recently wed JinJer sitting at home talking about going grocery shopping. At the store they look at food. Cheese excites Jeremy to no end. Jinger says she loves living in Laredo and that she'll need to learn Spanish. I hope she has better luck than Jill. Back at home Jin is sent to work in the kitchen as Jer moves Duggar bought furniture so he can workout. Jeremy's parents bought him dumbbells as a wedding present. How romantic.Maybe that gift represents the family he married into. Jinger needs to do the prisoner thing and use them to build up her muscles so she can fight off unwanted sexual contact and bust out of that hell hole. I'm referring to the cult not Laredo. When asked about what his life will be in a year, Jeremy states pretty much what he's doing now. When asked about five years, he mentions starting a family within the next five years and Jinger grins. So, do they now believe in using birth control which is against God's will? (According to the Duggars.) Are they sinners in the eyes of the Godbobber or just blowing smoke out of their butts by pretending to not be babymaking machines? I guess we'll have to wait and see.

2. A visit to Benessa's house is next which ends up crawling with children to help snap me out of my coma. Just slightly. Anna and Jill arrive with their kids to go to a consignment sale. They take footprints of the kids and measure their inseams like old Jewish tailors. As the kids overwhelm the tiny house Benessa talk again about buying a bigger home so they can foster and adopt. The Godbobber has a bunch of homes. Even Jason bought a home. What's holding up Benessa? If they do adopt I bet it will be an older girl so Jessa can check out like her mom.

3. Joystin are working on a house to flip. Don't worry, Austin's dad is chaperoning and Austin is looking out for the best interests of Joy's thumbs with the buzz saw. After this fifth house is flipped, Austin will be allowed to ask Joy's daddy to allow Joy to marry him. That was the deal he made with his dad and he's sticking to it. Joy and Austin look comfortable hanging around with each other as they work. Marriage will change that. Joy will become a babe swooning, stuck in the kitchen, perpetually pregnant house slave. This scene ends with a love note written to Austin by Joy on the old linoleum as seen in the picture. She actually writes I <3 U!!! Isn't that giving away a piece of your heart which Duggar girls are banned from doing? And who's Ethyl?

4. Back to the girls and kids. There is a little time-line fibbing here because Jessa earlier said she was 7 months pregnant which would have meant this was filmed in November or December but Jessa is much smaller in these shopping scenes and it's obviously still summer or early fall. Someone said this sale happened in September. When did DerJill get back from their phony missioning? Also Jill wouldn't have been pregnant in September. So take this episode's time-line with a grain of salt as with most episodes. The girls "wisely" took the kids shopping when they are tired and cranky. For some stupid reason, Anna is carrying around a baby and a ton of clothes. Doesn't this stupid store have shopping carts? Markie ends up falling and gashing his head on something and Anna has no hands free to help him. She somehow dumps Meri and the clothing somewhere and is then seen rushing out of the store with Markie. No blood was shown in this episode. They enjoy looping puking scenes but in this case they were sensitive about blood. Anna later worried that she came off as nervous and upset during the accident. She has been guilted into hiding her emotions in every way for every reason. That poor woman is going to eventually have a break down. Jill left with Anna and Markie for the hospital leaving Jessa with Mackie, Mikey, Meri, Izzy and Spudinsky, oh, and a full tv crew to help. She buys a bunch of stuff and loads them all into a van. I hope she had enough appropriate car seats. LOL! Like the Duggars even care about that. Back at the compound Markie comes home with his head entirely wrapped up in bandages. How big was this cut? He looks like he just went through brain surgery. Another successful Duggar shopping trip.

5. A few month later at the compound, Joy is rounding up annoyed looking kids for a meeting. Spud's birthday is early November but the Duggars already have their Christmas decor out. Joy explains his party is belated due to the rude marriage of Jinger and Jeremy on Spud's birthday. Joy talks about her duties in the house since Jinger was evicted and her mother apparently passed away. She's in charge of the little girls' hair, and I'm sure more, keeping the house clean, doing the laundry, typing up frivolous lawsuits to keep the money coming in, and now Jessa has put her in charge of her child's first birthday party. Joy needs to acquire some weights in order to break out of her own prison. Joy takes six of the kids out shopping to buy cake and other supplies. I wonder if the Duggars know they can order groceries and have them delivered now instead of trying to convince the girls they love shopping. A little less brainwashing is good for any family.

6. Back at the compound Joy is barking out orders and rushing about to make a special birthday for a 13 month old. Why such a big deal for a 1st birthday? I don't think it would have been if it wasn't being filmed. I have no photos of me on my 1st birthday. My parents probably didn't do anything since I was too little to care and my mom was seven months pregnant at the time and my older sister had just been diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes. I completely forgive them. I held a small party for my foster child's first birthday with just a few grown-up friends and a small cake I made which he didn't eat. He didn't eat because he and I developed a horrible tummy bug the next day. Ahhh, fun memories. Joy decorates the house and hopes nothing goes wrong for the birthday. Life is full of surprises, Joy. Take my advise. Just hope you have a happy baby for the day who doesn't puke all over you. That's all you can ask for.

7. Why didn't they just buy sorbet instead of making it? Why do they constantly make their lives harder than necessary? Michelle is resurrected to assist in making the sorbet. I'm sure she'll quickly disappear again when some laundry needs to be done of the kids track mud into the house. Ben's family is visiting for the party. They announce they have moved from Hot Springs to Little Rock. I wonder why? Maybe Ben's dad finally got a job. They talk about how Spud is growing and Ben loves how he is beginning to talk. When Spud wakes up in the morning he looks at Ben and says, "Cracker?" Yes, Spud. Your dad is a cracker. We've known that for awhile. The tons of guests arrive at the compound for the party. Derick walks in and looks skeletal. His clothes hang on him. He still has the man bun. They talk about returning to El Salvador soon but I think he needs a hospital stay first. Trust me. He's going to end up in the hospital eventually. Hopefully it will be in the States.

8. Spud gets his smash cake which ended up nearly as well as my foster child's party. He refused to eat it and then threw up on himself. Kind of like uncle Derick too! They video chat with JinJer and the Godbobber shows up to take photos. Josh and his family are nowhere to be seen. The boys have talking heads where the Three Stooges are mentioned though they could only name two stooges. Now where did they learn something so worldly as the Three Stooges? I always get a little freaked out when a Duggar attempts to step out into my world. Shooo! Get back into your bubble! Outside, the bigger kids are going all howler monkey on an inflatable jump house. I've worked with kids for many hundreds of decades and I've never seen kids out to destroy a jump house like this Duggar bunch. I hope they bought it and it wasn't rented.

I'm starting a new feature with this recap called, What Did We Learn This Week?

1. We learned that cheese excites Jeremy so much that the Vuolos are going to name their children after cheeses. Velveeta Vuolo is a pretty name.

2. We learned that Ethyl and Joy Duggar <3 Austin. I'm Counting On sister wives.

3. We learned that sorbet can get Michelle to come back to life. Powerful stuff!

4. And we learned that the Duggar kids, when left unsupervised with inflatable toys, can be as destructive as a man preaching family values as he surfs the web for hookers.

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@pilawforhire liked for a starter.

Ugh. She hated festivals. Too many people around.

But she really didn’t have a choice in this particular situation. Ethyl had caught news of a certain target who she suspected would be at this very summer festival. She’d seen his face on a wanted poster, and, as luck would have it, he was worth a nice fat chunk of beli. Not hunting him would have been highly stupid.

Ethyl had stopped at a store beforehand to purchase a yukata and shoes to wear for the festival. Probably not the best for fighting and mobility, but she had to blend in.

She spent a good half an hour walking around the festival first, simply to explore and get a feel for the location. All the while, she remained on the alert, just in case she saw her target.

After a while, she realized she hadn’t eaten anything all day. Hunger got the best of her, and if she wanted enough energy to fight and capture a guy, she had to have food.

Ethyl opted for the nearest food stand. The line was surprisingly long. Perhaps the food was good? Regardless, she took her place in line beside a tall man who exuded a more serious air. Better this than someone overly cheerful and grating, though.

She hated small talk, but she couldn’t help but feel the need to say something to the stranger.

“Have you tried the food here yet?” she asked. “This one’s got a long line. Their shit better be good.”

#//there you go!! Thanks for liking my starter call :)#if you need anything fix here let me know!! //#OP verse #pilawforhire #Festival Hunt #<< what I'm titling the thread for tagging purposes!

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RFID stickers could signal contaminated food

If a food item isn’t safe to eat, it’s best to find that out before someone eats it. But manual testing of every jar and bottle isn’t possible, even when a threat, like the recent baby food scare, is known. MIT researchers have found a way to check many items instantly, non-invasively, and from a distance — using the RFID tags many products already have.

RFID, or radio frequency identification, uses a tiny antenna embedded in a sticker or label that’s activated and powered by radio waves at a very specific frequency. When a transceiver sends out a 950Mhz signal, the RFID tag wakes up and re-transmits a slightly different signal identifying itself. Products that announce themselves? Convenient for doing inventory!

What the researchers found was that this return signal, outside the actual information-bearing part, can be affected by the actual contents of the product, since the radio waves have to pass through them. Consequently, a jar full of pasta sauce and one full of olives would produce different signal profiles — as would an untouched jar of baby food compared with one contaminated with melamine.

“It’s almost as if we have transformed cheap RFIDs into tiny radio frequency spectroscopes,” said Fadel Adib, co-author of the paper describing the new system, in an MIT news release.

The problem is that these differences can be very minor and it’s not like they’ve been documented anywhere — this is the first time anyone’s tried this. So naturally, the team turned to machine learning. They trained up a model that can tell with confidence what a signal profile corresponds to, with the minor variations that come from, say, slight differences in orientation or glass width.

Right now the system, which they call RFIQ, can tell the difference between pure and melamine-contaminuted baby formula, and between various adulterations of pure ethyl alcohol. That’s pretty much everything my shopping list so I’m set, but obviously the team would like to have it apply to many more products. Now that the method has been shown to work, that’s the plan.

The task will only get harder, as things like environmental variables (shelves) and other wireless interference add to the problem. But machine learning algorithms are good at plucking signal out of the noise, so with luck the technique will work without too much trouble.

You can read the full paper documenting the RFIQ system here (PDF).

#TechCrunch

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stephenmccull · 4 years ago

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Health Workers Resort To Etsy, Learning Chinese, Shady Deals To Find Safety Gear

A nursing home worker in New Jersey rendezvoused with “the parking lot guy” to cut a deal for gowns. A director of safety-net clinics in Florida learned basic Chinese and waited outside past midnight for a truck to arrive with tens of thousands of masks. A cardiologist in South Carolina tried his luck with “shady characters” to buy ingredients to blend his own hand sanitizer.

The global pandemic has ordinary health care workers going to extremes in a desperate hunt for medical supplies. Community clinics, nursing homes and independent doctors, in particular, find themselves on the fringe of the supply chain for masks, gowns, gloves and ventilators.

Their missions have the cinematic quality of the drug trade or a black-market arms deal: Desperate administrators wire money to mysterious offshore bank accounts, wary of the flimflam man.

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Most medical supplies ― from isolation gowns to the filtration components of N95 masks ― originate in China, in vast factories that manufacture so-called spunbond polypropylene out of toxic chemicals. Decades of honing has turned the supply chain into an efficient, just-in-time wonder of globalization. But that system crumbled in the midst of the pandemic as countries, states, cities and health care providers all sought the same things at the same time.

“You had all these brokers entering the market looking for arbitrage,” said Michael Alkire, president of Premier, a company that negotiates supply contracts for hospitals. “Unless you were a significant player, it was hard to get access.”

That’s how Carol Silver Elliott, president of the Jewish Home Family in Rockleigh, New Jersey, ended up here: “We wired ‘the parking lot guy’ half the money,” she said. “I swear I don’t know his name.”

At the end of May, the “parking lot guy” remained her go-to source. The nursing home is spending “significant money,” Silver Elliott said, but the risk is worth it if she can outfit her staff with adequate personal protective equipment, known as PPE.

As the crisis dissipates at major hospital systems in urban centers like New York, Seattle and Detroit, the collateral damage is becoming apparent elsewhere.

The burden of managing the disease long term is shifting to nursing homes, safety-net clinics and outpatient medical practices. As these facilities brace for rolling waves of new infections, they are hustling to stock up on essential medical supplies — masks, gowns, testing kits, even disinfectant wipes — needed for basic care.

Thus far, things are not going well.

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The first time Andy Behrman pulled up to the warehouse in Ocala, it was empty.

Behrman, director of the Florida Association of Community Health Centers, had spent the beginning of April trying to get gowns, gloves and masks for community clinics across the state’s 67 counties.

During that time, he ventured into dark corners of the internet to identify 15 distributors, spent hours on the phone vetting vendors, traveled to Tallahassee to obtain a six-figure bank draft, rented a warehouse and loading trucks, and then hired staff for the three-day distribution operation. Getting the goods was “a complete free-for-all, a feeding frenzy,” Behrman said. Sourcing has “basically come down to a huge dose of ‘God, I hope these guys are legit.’”

Despite his best efforts, the original order — placed the second week of April with a vendor from Tulsa, Oklahoma — was delayed for hours, then days. It had been diverted to Cincinnati — the opposite direction. One hundred thousand N95 masks were expected. Only 50,000 arrived and they were KN95s, which do not meet U.S. quality standards. The bill due was the same: $180,000. After the distributor phoned on a Saturday morning to report another delay and request credentials to access funds in the secure FedEx account, Behrman said he had “so much angina that [he] couldn’t practically breathe.” He called it off.

Nearly a week later, on April 24, a different vendor drove masks overnight from Duluth, Georgia, and 600 clinics had more of what they needed to safely treat their patients.

Behrman is still hunting for gowns and gloves. Without bulk donations from organizations like Direct Relief, a provider of humanitarian aid, and the philanthropic arms of companies like Centene, a health insurer, “I don’t know what the hell we’d do,” he said. To get a leg up in negotiations, he’s been teaching himself rudimentary Chinese.

International Community Health Services (ICHS), a nonprofit health center in Seattle, depends on LabCorp for nasal swabs needed for testing but recently has been receiving oral swabs instead. Over the past two months, to alleviate shortages of various supplies, the organization “had to get extremely creative,” said Rachel Koh, chief operating officer. They tried to get equipment from Hungary, “but that didn’t really work out,” Koh said. In the end, an ICHS physician knew a local businessman who knew an international distributor in Hong Kong, who could coordinate the logistics and arrange to import the supplies they needed.

“We are always on the hunt for new suppliers,” Koh said, “but you have to be brave, because you don’t know [whom] you can trust anymore.”

Likewise, throughout April and May, Dr. Ian Smith — a cardiologist in South Carolina — tried to find necessities for the two clinics he owns. “I stopped at every general store between them,” he said, “but all their shelves were cleared out.”

Then he turned to “shady characters” halfway across the world ― learning a bit of Lithuanian in the process ― to no avail. So he’s taken on patient safety as a Sunday “do-it-yourself” project: ordering products like ethyl alcohol, aloe vera and storage vessels from Amazon and Etsy to mix his own hand sanitizer.

Dr. Paula Muto, a general surgeon in Massachusetts, has struggled to find lidocaine and saline. Both are critical during surgery. “All the doctors are competing with each other to get this stuff,” she said.

Muto anticipates that when routine procedures begin again, given the fragility of the health care supply chain, “all the supplies you can’t buy at Staples” may go on back order. This includes almost everything except hand sanitizer and disinfectant wipes — assuming she can find those on shelves.

But she has “a backup plan.” A distributor she knows in Alabama sources supplies from Spain and other European countries.

“We’re already stocking up,” she said. “We’re trying to make sure we’re at the top of every distributors’ list.”

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As the crisis dissipates at major hospital systems in urban centers like New York, Seattle and Detroit, the collateral damage is becoming apparent elsewhere.

Thus far, things are not going well.

***

The first time Andy Behrman pulled up to the warehouse in Ocala, it was empty.

Nearly a week later, on April 24, a different vendor drove masks overnight from Duluth, Georgia, and 600 clinics had more of what they needed to safely treat their patients.

“We are always on the hunt for new suppliers,” Koh said, “but you have to be brave, because you don’t know [whom] you can trust anymore.”

But she has “a backup plan.” A distributor she knows in Alabama sources supplies from Spain and other European countries.

“We’re already stocking up,” she said. “We’re trying to make sure we’re at the top of every distributors’ list.”

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