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Discovering the Advantages and Uses of DHP Copper Bars

DHP copper bars, known for their superior formability and excellent corrosion resistance, play a pivotal role in various industrial applications. DHP stands for Deoxidized High Phosphorus, indicating the specific treatment and composition that enhances the properties of this copper alloy. This blog explores the unique features, applications, and benefits of DHP copper bars, highlighting their importance in modern manufacturing and construction.

What are DHP Copper Bars?

DHP copper, designated as C12200, is a type of copper alloy that contains a small amount of phosphorus (around 0.015% to 0.040%) which acts as a deoxidizing agent. This deoxidation process reduces the oxygen content in the copper, improving its ductility and making it more suitable for welding and forming. DHP copper bars are solid, rectangular bars known for their excellent workability and corrosion resistance.

Key Properties of DHP Copper Bars

DHP copper bars possess several key properties that make them highly desirable for various applications:

Excellent Formability: The presence of phosphorus enhances the ductility of DHP copper, allowing it to be easily formed into different shapes without cracking.

Corrosion Resistance: DHP copper bars exhibit outstanding resistance to corrosion, particularly in moist and marine environments, making them ideal for outdoor applications.

Weldability: The deoxidized nature of DHP copper ensures superior weldability, making it a preferred choice for applications requiring strong, reliable joints.

Thermal Conductivity: DHP copper bars have high thermal conductivity, making them efficient in heat transfer applications.

Durability: These bars are durable and have a long service life, even in harsh conditions.

Applications of DHP Copper Bars

DHP copper bars find extensive use across multiple industries due to their versatile properties:

Plumbing and HVAC Systems: They are commonly used in plumbing and HVAC systems for tubing, fittings, and components due to their corrosion resistance and ease of joining.

Heat Exchangers and Radiators: The high thermal conductivity of DHP copper makes it ideal for heat exchangers, radiators, and other heat transfer equipment.

Marine Applications: DHP copper bars are used in marine environments for applications such as shipbuilding and offshore structures due to their excellent resistance to seawater corrosion.

Construction and Architecture: In the construction industry, DHP copper bars are employed in roofing, flashing, and decorative elements due to their durability and aesthetic appeal.

Electrical Applications: Although not as conductive as ETP copper, DHP copper bars are still used in certain electrical applications where weldability and formability are critical.

Benefits of Using DHP Copper Bars

DHP copper bars offer numerous advantages, making them a preferred material in various applications:

Enhanced Workability: The excellent formability of DHP copper allows for complex shapes and intricate designs, facilitating a wide range of manufacturing processes.

Superior Corrosion Resistance: DHP copper's resistance to corrosion ensures long-lasting performance, reducing maintenance costs and extending the lifespan of the products.

Reliable Weldability: The deoxidized composition of DHP copper bars ensures strong, reliable welds, enhancing the structural integrity of the applications.

Efficient Heat Transfer: High thermal conductivity makes DHP copper bars efficient in heat transfer applications, improving the performance of heating and cooling systems.

Sustainability: DHP copper is fully recyclable, contributing to environmental sustainability and reducing the carbon footprint of manufacturing processes.

Conclusion

DHP copper bars are indispensable in many industrial and construction applications, offering superior formability, corrosion resistance, and weldability. Their unique properties make them ideal for plumbing, HVAC systems, heat exchangers, marine applications, and more. Understanding the benefits and applications of DHP copper bars highlights their critical role in modern manufacturing and construction, ensuring efficient, durable, and sustainable solutions.

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Hot Rolled Coil Manufacture

"Hot rolled coil (HRC) is a robust, formable steel product essential for construction, manufacturing, and infrastructure projects. Produced by heating steel ingots and passing them through rollers, HRC boasts a smooth surface finish and uniform thickness. Its versatility and strength make it a cornerstone material in various industries, from automotive to construction."

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Color Clash

mega fans are scary...aren't they?

{Hello! From this lovely request (please feel free to leave requests! i love them) Warnings: chelsea/lioness!reader, fluffy fluff, some crack and good vibes :) // word count: 2.3K}

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The London derby is quite an interesting event in the WSL, not only is it a clash between two of the most formable teams in the whole league but also quite the drama show.

Cards like to fly out of the pockets of referees, especially if McCabe is playing, players dive left, right and center but it's the atmosphere that is most important.

It's absolutely electric, so much so that it sends jolts down you- fans from each time show up fully decked out in their teams respective gear, holding banners, scarves and shirts to show their dedication and you thrive off the attention- you always have loved playing in front of a crowd.

Maybe that’s a part of why you love every single derby, maybe even more than the average player- Mostly because it feels really really good to win over your girlfriend's team but also because you're Chelsea through and through, no doubt about it.

You had grown up in Hammersmith and went to every single game you could- Stamford Bridge was practically your second home, right after to the local football pitch where you spent the remainder of your free time. You trained relentlessly and it all paid off when Chelsea's academy accepted you into their ranks- the rest is history.

At this point, after spending your whole career at Chelsea and clearly stating you'd never want to transfer anywhere else, you have become quite the face of Chelsea women.

That's kind of what makes your relationship with Leah so surprising.

Sure, you'd know each other for a while with both of you playing for England and all but the possibility of either of you dating the other was slim (at least in your teammates opinions) but you've never hated Arsenal- Sure, you'd never be caught dead in red but otherwise you were fine... unless they won of course.

You and Leah danced around your feelings for a while- it made England camps quite awkward, since the two of you were always some of the first to be called up and at that point you had nearly kissed multiple times- and had been forced to room together quite a few times. 

But after the Euros win, with alcohol coursing through your veins, a push from Lucy and the high from the medal around your neck so finally confessed your feelings.

Through karaoke.

Which Beth convinced you was a good idea and you stupidly made a fool of yourself, singing You Belong With Me at full volume in the worst tone ever not only in front of Leah but most of the squad. 

In the end though, it did win Leah's heart so maybe you should thank Beth?

Ever since then, England camps have gone by like a breeze, the only minus was that you and Leah could never bunk together but you realize there are worse things. You could only be thankful that the international window allowed for the two of you to play in England shirts together- unlike the London derby.

You roll over and wrap an arm around Leah, sighing into her neck as you pull her closer.

"Don't you have meetings or something before the game?" Leah chuckles and wraps her arms over yours where they are resting on her chest.

"I dunno, do I?" You say, eyes still closed in hopes of getting another five minutes.

Leah is not so forgiving because she manages to get out of your iron grip and gets out of bed, it makes you groan and roll over back over to the other side.

"I wouldn't know would I, darling?"

You sigh and crack an eye open to see Leah standing at the foot of the bed, looking at you with an expecting expression.

"Well, I'm not about to reveal secrets to the enemy."

You stick out your tongue at Leah and she laughs then throws one of the pillows that is resting by her feet at you. Then another and another, until you can't breathe because you're being suffocated by throw pillows.

"I yield! I yield!" You yell and throw the pillows off your head.

Then Leah pounces on you, straddling you on the bed and pinning your shoulders down. You smirk and wiggle your eyebrows suggestively making Leah scoff.

"I'm just trying to get information out of the enemy." Leah laughs and leans down to give you a long kiss, it's soft and utterly melts you into a puddle.

You kiss her back just as deeply before she pulls back to peck your cheek lightly.

"Is your method bribery, baby?"

"Maybe, is it working?" Leah presses another kiss to your lips and you moan into it- absolutely loving the way her lips feel on yours.

"Yeah- I think so." You say softly and Leah smiles then rolls off of you.

"Hey!" You reach for her but she's already too far away to drag her back into bed with you.

Leah tuts at you, "I don't think Bompastor will be happy if you're late- maybe she'll pull you out of the starting eleven?"

You gasp, with fake betrayal, "She would never and I'm not going to be late, she needs me to beat you."

Leah raises her eyebrows at you, "You beat us? Not going to happen, babe."

You laugh and finally roll out of bed only to tackle Leah back into it, she yelps and holds onto your forearms when you practically throw her over your shoulder in a half rugby tackle.

"Really? Because I swear we beat you at the Em-"

Leah covers you mouth with her hand to prevent you from speaking and you furrow your brows at her and she smirks back.

"Shhhh, baby- you don't know what you're talking about."

You reach to remove her hand and after doing so smile sweetly.

"I scored two that game, Lee."

She groans and gives you a little playful shove.

"Don't remind me."

You lean in to kiss her, hoping that it would soften to blow off your words and you think it works since Leah kisses back with just as much enthusiasm.

It's after a far too long make out session that you actually get ready, triple checking you had put on the correct things, packed your boots and not Leah's by accident and made sure that you had all you needed.

Then you're both standing by the door, saying goodbye with a light kiss,

"Hattrick for me in this game?" You tease and Leah rolls her eyes.

Then scoffs, "You're not getting past our defense, baby."

You wave her off with a, "Sure," Before walking to your car; a bright blue Skoda that Leah hates since it has a very proud Chelsea bumper sticker and probably because you have around a thousand other pieces of memorabilia inside of it.

The drive to the stadium is filled with minor road rage and lots of waiting because of all the London traffic but you eventually make it to the stadium on time. You might actually be a little early which is new and when you walk in you're greeted by the sight of some teammates.

Immediately, you see Guro sprint at you and you open your arms for a hug. You've practically been best friends ever since she joined Chelsea, the team even jokes that you're stuck at the hip- which might be true since you spend every second of training with each other and a large chunk of free time too. 

"Ready to beat Arsenal again?" She asks when you wrap an arm around her shoulders.

You chuckle, "Of course, gotta keep winning, don't we?"

"Plus, I'm thinking of making Leah sleep in Chelsea bed sheets if we win."

You hear a wave of laughter behind you and turn to see Lucy and Millie,

"She's going to kill you if you do that."

You nod at Lucy's comment because it's probably true. The last time you mentioned those sheets, Leah had threatened to throw them out all together.

"She'll get over it," You wave them off.

Then Millie speaks, getting all captain mode on you, "Just be focused, 'kay?"

You nod because even through all the joking and laughter you knew just how important this game actually is- you had to win, not only to keep your unbeaten record but also so you could have bragging rights for the week.

The dressing room is nice and lively ahead of the game, everyone is buzzing to be playing at the Bridge, you included. So you come out on the pitch for warm ups absolutely pumped, giving your all in the shooting and build up drills that the management has set up pre-match.

Then make sure to properly stretch since you're not trying to risk an injury, not when you have such an important season ahead, with the possibility of Champions League glory being very much real.

It's soon after the walkouts happen, you grin in the team picture- arm wrapped around a teammate as usual- then shake hands before the match.

When you get to Leah, who is about half way down the line, you smirk, "Too bad for you that I'm not benched."

She scoffs but doesn't respond and you take that as her being focused- match ready. 

The game is intense, as it always is when two top teams meet each other in a clash- especially in the London derby.

The first half is a struggle, tackles are aggressive and physical, the ball possession is practically divided and you're being marked very tightly by the Arsenal defense.

As you'd learned when you met Steph Catley on the left hand side- you try to fake her but she responds with relentless chasing and tugging and you take the opportunity to win a corner since there is no other way out of this one.

The corner is given and you go take your place in the box, it just so happens that Leah is right in front of you- clearly trying to mark you since you're of similar heights.

The corner is taken, ball flies in to the back post and all you can see is a mess of blue and red- then the ball somehow ends up at your feet and you just blindly boot it in the direction of the goal then hear the clear cheer of the fans and realize it has somehow ended up in the back of the net.

It's all really a blur but you run to one of the corners and wave your hands in the air wildly, the crowd cheers along with your odd celebration before it's time to get back in position.

You happen to catch a glimpse of Leah and shoot her a happy smile that she rolls her eyes at. You know she's just as proud of your goal as she is upset that you're one up to nil.

The rest of the game is a stalemate- neither teams really make any deciding plays and yellow cards are given out like sweets for fouls. By the end of it, you're exhausted, the Arsenal defense had been harassing you all game just like Leah said they would. You're so tightly marked that you can barely get a touch on the ball without someone being on your back.

Eventually the game ends in a 1-0 win for you and you're internally grateful for that lucky goal you scored in the first half. You participate in the team talk before walking over to some of the Arsenal girls, you greet them with a polite wave and hug Leah from behind- wrapping your arms around her waist- and she knows it’s you straight away.

“So…” You start but Leah cuts you off.

“Yes, yes, I know you won, babe.” 

You chuckle, “Not what I was going to say but thank you,” 

“You had a great game, baby,” You continue. 

Leah turns in your arms and wraps her arms around your neck for a hug that you immediately lean into- squeezing her tightly. Then pull away to peck her cheek with a grin.

“Can I have your shirt?” 

She laughs and gives your arm a light shove, “I have plenty at home that you can wear.” 

You frown, “Not what I was going for but okay.” 

She scoffs and you wiggle your brows with a smirk on your face.

“We are in public!” 

The day ends with you and Leah cuddling on the sofa, watching reruns of love island since there is nothing else on TV that is worthwhile. You lean into her touch, soaking in the warmth from her arms hungrily and she squeezes you tightly as you lay directly on top of her. 

You close your eyes, feeling the fatigue from the difficult game hit you like a truck- making you absolutely exhausted. 

“You should tell Steph to lay off me next time we play against you,” You mumble out and Leah laughs, making her chest raise up and down.

“That’s the whole point, darling.” 

You groan, “You guys need to relax.” 

You hear Leah’s light giggle then feel a hand run down your back comfortingly and you let out a long sigh, the tiredness catching up to you fast. 

“I love you, darling,” You hear Leah mutter into your hair when she kisses the top of your head and you smile to yourself. 

“Love you more.” 

It’s after a short nap on the sofa that you mention the Chelsea bed sheets and promptly get shut down but thankfully you can stop Leah from throwing them out completely. Instead they are now hidden in the deepest part of the linen closet. 

You stop caring about the win when you and Leah slip into bed and she holds you as you drift off- there is simply no other place you’d rather be.

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haven’t read fire and blood but i wanted to ask, why do aegon ii’s men poison him? like he’s won more or less the war since the other claimant is gone and he has the throne an they were supporting him and his claim so why did they end up plotting for his death? and turn against him to then support aegon iii’s claim? thanks i’m advance for your reply

well that decision is mostly corlys and larys maximizing their joint slay. here is my lecture:

arguably corlys had designs on aegon ii’s life the whole time given how he treated his granddaughter baela. corlys only sided with aegon because 1)rhaenyra pissed him off bad by trying to have his son alyn killed for being a bastard and 2) because aegon had baela in jail and was going to kill her unless corlys flipped.

as for larys and everyone else: you may recall that way back at the beginning of the war rhaenyra sent her son jakey way up north to secure an alliance with cregan stark and by extension the whole north. and jake locks it down which would be great for team rhaenyra except it’s the fall right before one of those years long westerosi winters, so cregan is like baby i will get the northern army down there as soon as we finish harvesting our beets in like a year.

it’s like B minus group project partner participation because in that year, pretty much the whole war happens. if you’re asking me this question im going to assume you know how that resolves: rhaenyra is dead and aegon ii is king. aegon iii and baela are in custody. in order to accomplish this goal both armies kind of just obliterate each other. The greens do not have a formable defense force in the capital, all the dragons are dead, and Rhaenyra’s strongest military ally. Corlys is now on team green.

Except at this point Cregan Stark finished counting his beets and he and the northern army as well as the Riverlands forces which seem to be made up of bisexual goth girls 12 year old boy soldiers, and presumably also others are making their way down south and eating everyone in between winterfell and Kings Landing for lunch. after completely obliterating Criston Cole and the remaining big greenie army they are the only army left intact and capable of doing anything and what they are clearly winding up to do is sack Kings Landing in (dead) rhaenyra’s name to put aegon iii on the throne.

The writing is on the wall here. even though aegon ii thinks they’re going to defend the city, they’re absolutely cooked. so many of the green council come to the decision that the best thing they can do is just speed things along a little bit by killing aegon ii and installing aegon iii and hope that the Starks are cool with their last-minute pivot because it benefits them. and then they do that. I think larys also did it because he thought it would be funny. and it was. the end

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Paint it Black! Making one of the first titanium airplanes was difficult .

Titanium was corrugated to make room for expansion when the titanium heated up at top speed of 2200+ mph. The skin panels were fastened to the underlying structure with oblong holes which would allow the skin to expand and contract without the fasteners causing buckling. And the skin over the wing was also corrugated to prevent warping during expansion, this is actually quite noticeable, you can see the sections that are corrugated quite clearly here in this artistic photo.

Titanium makes up 93% of the SR 71 structure. It’s strength to weight ratio, or specific strength, is better than Aluminium. Yet today very little titanium is used in everyday objects. Planes primarily use aluminum, not titanium.. why is it not used?

The development of the A-12 the Skunk Works, a small division of Lockheed discovered that making the blackbird out of titanium was going to be anything but easy

Titanium is expensive because its refinement process is a nightmare. To make Titanium, we start with a feedstock in the form of Titanium Dioxide, with this chemical formula. This oxide ore called rutile can be found in high concentrations in dark sandy soils.

Build the SR-71 the US needed to buy vast quantities of the mineral from the Soviets. To do this they purchased the material through ghost organizations to hide the final destination of the material. One of the companies that were made up was a company to make pizza ovens supposedly… the Russians believed this story!

Had the Soviets known what they were helping build, they would not have sold the material. However, the US likely could have just purchased the material from mines in Australia. This is a relatively common raw material and is primarily used as a white pigment for paints and is even found in sunscreen lotion as ultraviolet radiation blocking pigment.

The primary titanium alloy used in the SR-71 was thirteen percent vanadium, eleven percent chromium, and three percent aluminum. Both Chromium and Aluminium form thermally stable oxide layers on the outer skin of the metal. Which prevents oxygen from diffusing further into the metal and causing it to become more brittle.

Which raises the max operating temperature of the metal!

Vanadium acts as a stabilizer for a crystal structure referred to as the beta phase. This leads to a material with higher tensile strength and better formability. Through trial and error and problems that were solved by the geniuses that worked at the Skunk Works. They discovered that their cadmium plated tools were leaving trace amounts of cadmium on bolts, which would cause galvanic corrosion and cause the bolts to fail. This discovery led to all cadmium tools to be removed from the workshop.

This article just proves what we already know today when people work together and work hard to solve problems. New ground was broken with the formulation of titanium that led to the success of the SR 71 and the tremendous heat and strength that this magnificent airplane needed.

As Ben Rich head engineer and later, he replaced Kelly Johnson as the head skunk said in his book called the Skunk Works. ‘’I volunteered some unsolicited advice about how we could use a softer titanium that began to lose its strength at 550° to paint the airplane black

From my college things I remember that good heat absorber was also a good heat emitter it would actually radiate away more heat then it would absorb through thick friction. I calculated the black paint would lowered the wing temperature 35° by radiation think of how much easier it will be to build an airplane using softer titanium.

It was my father Butch Sheffield’s boss Ben Rich, who saved the Blackbird program time and money, with his idea of painting it black.

wisconsinmetaltech.com/titanium-and-t… is my Source and SkunkWorks by Ben Rich

Linda Sheffield

@Habubrats71 via X

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Grievance

Shikamaru Nara x Male Reader

Fandom -> Naruto

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With all these dark clouds—so full, like soaked sponges or washed sheets, with gallons of water stored in them, already dripping with leaks and ready to be drained empty—clustering up the once clear blue sky with its formable bricks, Shikamaru wonders—more like a bet with himself—if it was either you or mother nature, which had released such heavy downpour of thundering rain.

Perhaps—Shikamaru thinks, going over his self placed bet and coming to a truce—it was the both of you, who caused such weeping havoc upon the realm above and brought it down onto the earth—sending the riverbanks into a flooding and causing more corp losses than necessary.

Puffing out another cloud of smoke—tobacco still tasting bitter and unpleasant, even after it being the third cigarette already—Shikamaru looks at its form, trying to make out a deeper meaning of it—a sense to life and the supposed way of Ninja, if there even is one.

Another loud rumble of thunder, followed by a unusual lightning and Shikamaru knew it's solely you who causes such chaos filled weather.

You still were grieving and Shikamaru could understand your pain as he too grieves the loss of Sensei Asuma—whose death Shikamaru (with Ino and Choji) had witnessed firsthand and heard his last few words of dying breath—but it had hit you the hardest.

After all, Sensei Asuma was your Uncle and the closest—besides the Oni Demons, Sensei Isamu and former (rest in peace) Hogake 3rd—of being family, a parental figure, than your actual family, to you—so with Asuma being gone now too, the last few remaining chains of stability—to hold your sanity together—were starting to break into crumblings and if these chains ever happen to snap, a monstrosity of destruction would come free.

Shikamaru doesn't know what to do—neither how to comfort you either—he doesn't feel sad anymore, not like before when he cried with the rain—because he doesn't want his friends to see such weakness—only a slight grievance with philosophical thoughts remains and yes, perhaps a slight twinge of sadness was indeed still bedded in his heart.

He know grief is important to feel and death belongs to the life of a Ninja, but Shikamaru—if being honest—doesn't want to, because if he really starts the process of grief properly—like you're doing right now, although you're definitely a bit way too emotional and Lady Tsunade might send you under heavy medical supervision if you keep going like this—because if he does, he would feel a sort of pain, way worse than a stab or chopped off limp, he never wants to experience.

Another released puff of cigarette smoke, the first drops of new upcoming rain—like baby teardrops—tapping gently on his face and one of Asumas last lines echoed in his thoughts—nagging at him like Ino had done an hour or so ago.

„You and [Name] are like two shogi pieces, meant to be together. I give you my blessing.“

Shikamaru sighed loudly, such a bothersome hassle—this whole human complex concept of emotions—he thinks—but extinguished his cigarette anyway, getting up from the roof he's laying on.

Time to crease the storm into a pitter patter.

~~~

Walking through the graveyard, you were easily to find—as you still haven't left the spot, even when the funeral ended hours ago, kneeling down in front of Asumas grave and weeping your soul out, the darkest clouds of rainy thunderstorms hung directly above you like a unlucky thread.

Shikamaru, when stopping behind you, looks up to Raikou—who stood with crossed arms, like a bodyguard, next to you—barely giving a glance of acknowledgment back, only nodding curtly at Shikamaru and ascending back into you.

»I think it has rained enough.« Shikamaru holds his umbrella above you as well, but you only shook your head as if to tell him otherwise.

»There can't be enough rain for Uncle Asuma. Heaven should weep as much as I do.«

»You're right. It never is enough, but for today it is.«

It had been a saying, which Shikamaru had heard Asuma often say to you—whenever you caused too much weather troubles or going stubbornly overboard with the training—and it seemed to work once more.

You turned your head, looking up to your boyfriend—the umbrella he holds, it's black colour, reminds you of the of vague face of death itself—and Shikamaru, upon seeing your tear soaked face with the aching hurt expression written on it, had to bite onto his lower lip—feeling a upcoming choking sob tingling in his throat—as it pains his heart as well (just like Asuma's death had and still does) to see you, his boyfriend and fiance—so broken, so emotional vulnerable and sadness filled—like this.

»Come on,« Shikamaru begins, bending down—discarding the umbrella—wrapping his arms around your midsection and pulling you up, holding you in his arms,

»let's go home. It had been a long day.«

~~~

Within the comfort of the bed and under the warmth blankets, Shikamaru's and your limps a tangled with one another—creating a proximity only lovers are able to do so.

While you two laid in bed, reminiscing in memories of Asuma—Shikamaru couldn't hold it off any longer, his own aching heart sank itself finally into the grievance and the first sobs escaped over his lips, followed by more till he too cried himself free of the painful sorrow.

And Shikamaru came upon the realisation of why grievances were so important to experience.

[aiyaxs]

"SKYLIGHT." - bestfriend! satoru x gn! reader.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ trope: friend's with benefit's.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ genre: smut, dribbles of angst.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ content includes: dysphoria (dacryphilia), hair pulling, p⇒v, jealousy, oral! sex (f! and m! receiving), spanking, tit play, mentions of insecurity, fingering, bondage.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ a/n: tbh, i hade the idea of you being insecure abt yourself so he fucked them out of you. <3 happy new year's btw.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ song: ....?

it all started when you were hanging out at his house, laughing and talking, until out of nowhere, you asked him a question,

"do you think i'm too... big?" i mean, he had to give it to you, you DID have some nicely sized tits, and some wide thighs, and maybe even a slapable ass. he loved it, was he gonna ever tell you, no.

"of course not?" he was pretty open-minded with his answer, and confident, but did that stop you from doubting your insecurities, no. you and him, yes, had feeling for each other, that were very minor, yet very mild. so, you briefly just said,

"mind fucking my insecurities out, satoru?" he just went absolutely silent, not moving a singular muscle, making his own arm muscles show off briefly in his compression shirt, making you blush, just a tiny bit. but then, he looked towards you, stood up and walked towards you.

which led to now...

you were stripping, for him. bra off, panties off, and he loved the sight before him, you had nicely sized tits, and a nice, yet soaking yet clit. but, he first drove straight to your tits, kissing in between them, then suckling and licking on your nipples, he loved how solid they were as the cold air kept blowing on them, right after satoru pulled away to catch breathe, every single time.

"so so pretty.." his eyes almost had near sparkles in him as he looked at your nipples, soaking in his saliva, then looking down at your pussy, soaking wet, dripping of pre-cum, he had to get a taste.

so, he went right in there, lapping his tongue, kissing the flesh with his lips, god even rubbing his nose on the pearl of your pussy,

"aww, is darlin' gonna cry because she's getting licked at?" he pleaded, his tongue lapping faster and faster on your pussy, making you form in-coherent sentences, making you pull and yank at his white precious locks. but the most formable sentence was,

"g-gonna, gonna cummm!" and you cummed right in his mouth, spilling all over his face even, and he went berserk for it. he got away from in between your thighs and slammed your face into the bed sheets, your ass glistening up in the air, making it look so bruise-able in his eyes, so he spanked you, continuously until your ass was damn near actual bruises were visible.

he was taking his shirt, pants and his boxers off, making his huge dick spring out, pumping veiny and hard. you were drooling. but before slamming his dick in, he had to give you some pleasure containing his girthy, think, pumpable fingers, right? yes.

so he slammed his fingers in instead, pumping them at a slow to in-humanly fast out of your self. you were covering your mouth, thinking about how good that would feel if it were his cock, after some minutes, you cummed on his fingers bad. that's when he got to the real thing, pumping his cock in and out of you.

so he lined his dick up with your entrance, and then thrusting it in so un-expectantly fast that you screamed, tear welling up in your eyes, so he thought no better than gagging and blindfolding you, right?

he was hitting you from behind, while your eyes were blindfolded, your mouth being muffled by a gag, you leaned your head back in ecstasy. he didn't care he was going so so fast, he cared about fucking you right. he wanted you to milk his cock dry.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ thank you for reading! reblogs, likes, and comments are appreciated greatly!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ sincerely, aiya.

[themsource]

Weirdmageddon Came To The Wrong Town

"If Fiddleford didn't have such a big heart, why I believe he'd make the world's most formable adversary! That intelligence of his, is by the very definition, that of a 'mad scientist'." - Ford proudly introducing Mable and Dipper to "Genius McGucket".

Had an image I wanted to get out! When Weirdmageddon actually happens in 7alt8 AU and reaches Gravity Falls, Fidds doesn't take too kindly to the henchmaniacs trampling on his homestead. One lung or not he's more than willing to go toe to toe and show off his inventive prowess, starting with a gauntlet that stays powered by the living electricity in his body. (Which means if he has energy that thing is staying on, and yes it's use does drain him). Plus, the fact his house and lab can also transform into a 'Big O' like sized mechabot which you can see starting to break apart and reassemble under his feet.

In the corner you can see him holding the Quantum Destabilizer (a hand held version the same size of the memory gun in OG universe), because in this AU he and Ford came up with it together and that was built rather than the memory gun, using parts from the lower levels of crash site omega. (There's only two in existence and they can only be used twice.)

[pop-punklouis]

I'm just very mad bc I made the mistake of logging on twitter and just,, everyone pretending that they harassed liam bc they cared abt maya or that they can talk shit now bc they don't care abt the death of an abuser... and lke i'm not gonna defend his actions but also people love to be pretending to be bullies with a cause on the internet but always attack people that we know are mentally 'unwell' and like,, we don't you guys redirect this vitriol towards someone like idk brad pitt? or is he too good looking for yall to care?

in my opinion, anyone trying to say this was a case of bullying just aren’t correct. he was being called out for very valid reasons, and his actions were worth being spoken about.

but, on the other hand, wishing death upon anyone especially someone that has very obviously dealt with mental health woes and addiction since being in an environment that helped create this version of him for years, is very disturbing to me. we can talk about the cruelty of his actions and behaviors while being a man while still mourning the boy he was to so many of us and the heart he had under a lot of the gross things he indulged in. anyone judging how others are grieving his death are ridiculous. it’s not a linear thing. this isn’t black and white.

he needed help. i’m just very sad he was never able to recover and hold himself accountable for his actions and grow. i’m very sad he left this world in the state he was. and anyone pointing fingers or ridiculing or wanting to start drama over it are missing the point that a human being died. someone that was an integral part of many people’s formable years died. someone who was the youngest son died. someone who had a son died. someone who had friends who cared deeply about him died. show at least some respect for those mourning that.

[rossmacdonaldsgf]

it’s almost the end of tour, im destroyed. so to cope with sadness, have a matty x female reader fluffy one shot of a show day.

matty x female reader

no warnings

maybe it was tiredness, fondness or an array of complex emotions that formed the purple eye bags under all their eyes. that atmosphere at the shows were different now, everyone could see it, feel it, breathe it. nobody could quite tell if their eyes were glossed over with tears or exhaustion. the days were so long and gruelling, early mornings and late nights, faint smells of long lit cigarettes and open bottles of rum. their life packed and folded into two suitcases currently burst open with an array of items littering the floor. he wasn’t sure how long he’d been awake, not too long he thought, his eyes still heavy with the weight of exhaustion, he longed to be able to close his eyes and welcome the inviting arms of sleep, but his brain fought a battle and kept his body waiting. it was quiet, too quiet for him, he liked the buzz and busyness of noise, the only formable sound was her, her heavy breathing signalling her peace. his fingers itched to touch her, comb her hair and kiss her head, but, in the fear of waking her, he settled for tracing her face with featherlight touches, down the bridge of nose, across her pouted lips, down to her chin. she sighed, almost as if she could sense his lingering presence, that noise stilled him in the fear she was awakening. ‘its rude to stare you creep.’ she was obviously awake now.

their mornings were slow, movements sluggish, trying to ease the agonising ache of their muscles from the dancing and performing. they swayed, their movements identical and soft, his arms wrapped around her shoulders, his chin resting on her head, drinking in the smell of her. a billy joel song played quietly on the radio, a song she couldn’t quite recall over the sound of his humming and breathing. she cracked an egg, letting the sound of sizzling oil overtake the kitchen, it spat, catching her on her wrist. she hissed, bringing it up to eyeline to inspect it, ever the fusser he tutted, ‘you okay baby?’. god, that nickname could send her melting into a puddle, even after the thousands of times he’s carelessly used it. she hummed a yes, eyes carefully watching as he bought her wrist up to his lips kissing it, ‘all better.’ she laughed, shaking her head, she turned around to face him, hooking her arms over his neck to pull him down for a sweet kiss. ‘you make everything better.’

the taxi ride to the venue was quiet, not the kind of quiet where your thoughts battle against everything else as you try and find something to say, no, it was the kind of quiet that didn’t need conversation to be comfortable. it was soft and sweet and welcoming, it exhibited love and safety, his head was on her shoulder, bumping with the potholes in the road, yet never waking, his sunglasses shielded his eyes from the sun that was strangely bright for mid march. she sat there, picking at the skin on her fingers, too scared to move in the fear of waking him, she would’ve read a book, but she gets carsick and the idea of her breakfast reshowing cancelled out her want to finish her latest read. the taxi pulled up to the venue, in the background, if she listened hard enough she could hear the chatter and laughter of campers, their dedication was something she admired. camping in the cold weather for days? no thanks. her hand made its way to his head, her thumb softly stroking his nose. ‘honey, we’re here.’

while he soundchecked, she foraged through his bag to find a t-shirt to steal for the night ahead humming along to the songs she could faintly hear reverberating from the arena to backstage, she worked quickly, wanting to meet him when he got off to share the scarce time they got together. ‘stealing my things love?’. he must’ve just got of stage, obviously coming straight to the dressing room, she laughed, choosing her culprit, an old white shirt. ‘thinking of stealing your look for tonight, thoughts?’. he smirked, sauntering over, ‘you wear it better than me.’ she smiled at him, dimples forming in her cheeks, ‘glad to know your ego allows you to know that i do in fact, wear everything better.’ he chuckled, helping her do the tie she carelessly strung around her neck, stepping back he admired her, ‘my beautiful, beautiful y/n.’

it was electric. always was, always will be. the crowds, the music, everything. it was addicting, intoxicating and it never got old. she loved seeing him in his element, she loved seeing the way he shined in the spotlight, she loved hearing his voice, she loved seeing all the guys, she loved it all. the last notes of “give yourself a try” were sounded out, the audience going wild, thousands of people waving at the guys, hoping to get a reaction. they bowed. and it was over, he ran off, going straight into her awaiting arms, kissing her forehead. in his arms, she could hear his heart hammering against his chest, she rested her ear on it, listening to the rhythmic noise. ‘was it okay?’ a soft smile. ‘you’ve never been better my love.’

[santaeofficial]

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[alittlesupernova]

When people say 'the school system sucks' they often mean 'we need another system' and don't realize that school was literally invented to oppress you and press free but formable children into a profitable and obedient 'adult'

[pinkamour1588]

Sad thoughts about Henry and Philip's uni friend

I made myself sad the other night thinking about Henry’s first time and Philip’s piece of shit friend from uni…and proceeded to make some other people sad about it on discord, so now I’m making it available to everyone here to be sad about it too. (I am going to just refer to the man as POS for the sake of simplicity/cause he doesn’t have a name.)

I imagine it was a “more than one night” kind of thing, and Henry believed on some level that he loved this man. This man paid him attention, not in a “because he was a prince or Philip’s little brother” way. This man sweet talked him and made empty promises. And Henry's a romantic, and the idea even back then that maybe, just maybe, he could at least be himself behind closed doors was exciting. 

This experience of “falling in love” with this man influenced Henry’s fear of falling in love with Alex, and Alex falling in love with him, because Henry was at a very formable/impressionable stage of life when he was taken advantage of, and the empty promises POS made to him sound similar to the very real, concrete promises Alex makes to Henry.

And this is not to mention that Alex goes from wanting “to figure out which shadowy gay noble taught Henry this and send the man a fruit basket” the first time they have sex to Henry telling him “I took my first time, with one of my brother’s mates from uni when I was seventeen, and I found the smallest, most cramped little broom cupboard I could muster, and I shoved it in.” Alex went from wanting to “buy the man a fruit basket” to learning that first man was someone in his early-mid 20s who went after a teenager. 


I also made myself sad thinking about Henry telling Alex about the man, unpacking for potentially the first time what the hell happened with POS, and low level brushing it off saying how he was just being stupid and idealistic and Alex just looking at him and going "Shit, Henry, no. You were a child" This potentially happening when Henry turns the same age as POS was and becomes truly horrified as he fully realizes how fucked up it was for that man to want anything to do with a teenager. Henry’s work at the shelters also make him very aware of just what 17-year-olds are like and how vulnerable they are, which adds to his horror. He is faced with the knowledge and realization that POS went after him because Henry was an “easy” target. Henry was vulnerable and sure as hell wouldn’t talk. 

Which then brings me to thoughts of Philip’s involvement and relation to the situation. I think he was a mix of fucking oblivious and POS knowing just how to hide what was happening between him and Henry, but mostly Philip being an oblivious dumbass. I also think it was actually fairly obvious in hindsight and if/when he and Henry actually address it, Henry straight up asking “How and why did you not do anything to stop him from getting that close and that far with me, Philip? Why did you keep bringing him around?" To Philip, Henry was actually associating with the “proper type”. 

Anyway, I know this post might be a little all over the place. I tried to organize it as cohesively as possible. 

[missathlete31]

Someone In Your Corner

Summary: Hangman, struggling to deal with his nightmares after the mission, goes for a run in the California heat. When he gets himself into trouble he finds a surprising ally on his side.

Aka if Maverick is MavDad meet DaggerMom

Hey look, yet another Jake Seresin Whump/Angst fic….. also known as the only thing I know how to write lol! Enjoy!

Two week after the Uranium mission and Jake "Hangman" Seresin was struggling. The Navy had given them all a month's worth of leave, a ridiculously long time in Jake's opinion but extremely sought after for all the others. There was a mandatory week of debriefs and discussions, most of which Jake hovered in the back and only answered when he was addressed directly, but then they were free to go. The whole squadron seemed to have gotten plane tickets to head back home, the suicide mission making a lot of them place things in new perspective. Jake of course would rather perform ten suicide missions than even think about going home to Texas. Javy had invited him back to New Orleans with him and his family but Jake declined. He loved the Machados; he spent enough holidays over there to think of them as the closest thing he'd ever get to a real family, but he knew Javy was still shaken up from his G-Loc incident and the mission in general. He deserved a chance to decompress with his loved ones instead of trying to entertain Jake.

So Jake waved his best friend off at the airport on the third day after the start of their official leave and went back to the barracks to find a notice on his door. It seemed that the temporary living quarters they were supplied for training was being revoked now that everything was over. Jake had vaguely heard one of the others talking about it at the bar but he didn't realize it applied to those that weren't going home as well. He assumed he would be allowed to hang around base, maybe convince Admiral Simpson (or at least the more agreeable Admiral Bates) to let him jump into a few hops to keep his skills sharp. Those plans were scrapped though as both Admirals informed him in no uncertain terms that none of the Daggers would be allowed back in the air until they were given the all clear from both medical and psych. Jake was already cleared on the medical end but all psych evals were to be conducted after the team returned from leave. He wanted to push to get his moved up but Cyclone only gave him that un-amused look that he usually reserved for Maverick, and Jake figured it wasn't worth the fight (he was still on shaky ground for disobeying direct orders on the carrier that day- and for getting the rest of the flight crew to go along with him).

So now not only was Jake alone on North Island, he was also forced to find new housing. With no real other options, he checked into a random motel that was far from luxurious with its outdated decor and questionable activities for it's by the hour patrons. Jake found he didn't mind though as long as he used his own sheets. Also besides a few quick visitors a few doors down, Jake was virtually on his own in his section. This was a huge benefit for the blonde pilot as he found himself dealing with an added difficulty now that the mission was over: debilitating nightmares.

It was embarrassing for him to admit but Jake had always struggled with nightmares. As a child in an abusive household he was always so tense and on edge, especially at night after his father had had a couple of drinks in him, that he found his dreams were filled with running away from monsters that looked vaguely like his parents until he woke up screaming. After receiving punishments for waking anyone up with his pathetic cries, Jake learned to muffle his terror to much quieter levels, though the nightmares always held a grip on him for those formable years. As he got older and into his teen years, Jake's real world seemed to be worse than any dream ever could be and sadly that was what quashed his night terrors for a few years at least. When he left home and joined the Navy he felt freer than he ever had in the world and he finally learned what the term 'sleep like a baby' really meant.

It didn't last for long though because after his first confirmed kill, Jake's nightmares came back. He was forever dreaming of being back in his plane, sometimes shooting down the Bogey, other times the Bogey catching him first. He had nightmares where he shot his wingman down instead, his whole squadron condemning him for the action. Other times it would be his squad shot him down because they were protecting themselves from Hangman leaving them like his call-sign dictated. These dreams circled through Jake's sleep cycle for weeks until Javy caught on before he was sent to ship out again and noticed the dark bags under his best friend's eyes. Though Javy knew better than to push Jake towards any sort of professional therapy from the Navy that could ultimately keep him grounded, he did force his best friend to talk to him more about what was troubling him and to find healthy outlets for his anxiety, fear, and guilt. Jake's favorite method became running.

Jake already enjoyed running from when he was a kid and needed an escape at home so using it to relax from work stress as well came fairly easy. He took to jogging around bases in the morning, night or whenever he just felt a little overwhelmed. Javy would join him if he was able, though normally he cut out about half the miles while jokingly calling Jake a robot for being able to run so much. It was therapeutic and it worked, especially when he ran at night, as Jake felt his body become so tired he went off to sleep without any dreams at all.

But then this mission happened.

First it was Coyote's G-loc; the sounds of Maverick trying to stir his best friend back to consciousness before he crashed into a mountain staying with Jake even during waking hours. In dreams it was worse, Maverick never getting tone in time, Coyote's scream over the radio before he burned up in his jet. Jake would wake up each time with tears in his eyes and would struggle to not call his best friend right there and then. Jake also dreamed of the bird strike. Though he pretended to be indifferent, he really did care about Phoenix, she was one of his oldest friends, dating back to his Flight School days. That nightmarish day, after being so close to losing Javy, to then hear her and Bob forced to eject, it broke something in Jake. His dreams featured the two not ejecting in time, or sometimes different pilots were up there but with the same results. The worst nightmare was when Jake was in the air with them and he listened to Phoenix scream at him that because he left them hanging, the birds hit their plane instead of his. Both Bob and Phoenix's last words were wishing it was Jake instead. Maverick would share the sentiment on the radio as the two planes watched the other go down. When Jake woke from that particular dream, he usually felt so gutted all he could do was sit up in silence.

There were moments from the actual mission that attributed to his night terrors as well of course. First it was Dagger one going down, the others blaming Jake for not being good enough that Maverick had to take the spot of team leader to ensure the others survived and therefore sacrificed himself. Then he would hear Dagger Two going down and there was the guilt of having Bradshaw die after all the mean things Jake had said and done to him. But the worst was Jake's rescue of Maverick and Rooster. Jake couldn't count the times he would close his eyes (both awake and asleep) and see the damn missile that was headed right for that old F-14. He never told anyone outside of his debriefs with the Admirals but that missile was shot and deployed and not even seconds away from killing both Captain Mitchell and Bradshaw. He had had no time to spare.

Every night during the week of debriefs Jake would dream of being too late, of watching that missile kill his CO and his wingman in a fiery blaze as bright as the sun. Jake would be forced to call on the radio that he hadn’t reached them in time, would land on the carrier not to celebration and hugs but dirty looks and tears. One night the nightmare was so bad, felt so real, that Jake actually called Rooster just to hear his voice. The groggy other pilot thought it was some kind of joke and didn't respond incredibly kind but Jake hung up the phone with tears of relief in his eyes anyway. He would take a sarcastic Rooster over a dead one any day.

Last night Jake dreamed of the man he shot down. His second confirmed kill but it wasn't any easier. He dreamed of the man's family, his children growing up fatherless like Rooster did. A whole family lineage cursing him for taking away the man they loved most. When he woke up Jake only had a few seconds before he was puking in his toilet, no chance of falling back to sleep again. His count of hours slept in the week at a sickening level. He knew he should be worried, knew that he should address his problems with someone but everyone else was dealing and he didn’t understand how he couldn’t. He wasn’t one of the Daggers, he wasn’t the one completing the suicide course. He didn’t go into G-Loc or get hit with a bird strike. He wasn’t shot down and he wasn’t stuck behind enemy lines and scrambling to get home. Jake was just the spare; sure he had a lucky shot, but he did nothing more. He didn’t deserve to bother anyone with his lack of sleeping. He would get it sorted, just like he always did.

As the day progressed and Jake's lids got heavier he thought about his techniques to combat his nightmares in the past and looked for his running gear. He hoped to kill two birds with one stone, run enough to clear his mind but also to make himself so exhausted he would fall asleep right away. The pilot put on his sneakers and reached for headphones before heading out the door. He knew it was going to be hot but the minute he was outside he felt like a wall of humidity was surrounding him. It wasn't the ideal running conditions but Jake grew up in Texas where heat was a part of everyday life. He threw off his shirt knowing it would be soaked in a second and headed out.

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Penny Benjamin wiped another hand across her brow as she turned to another box. She knew she shouldn't have chosen Tuesday to do inventory especially when the weather forecasts all called for the height of the heat wave to hit, yet here she was sweating in the back rooms of the Hard Deck anyway. She wished Maverick was around to help, though he was abnormally chaotic in a tight setting, at least the man could have helped with the lifting. Pete however, had taken Bradley for a 'getting re-acquainted trip' aka a 'get our crap together' trip up in Northern California. Penny was so happy to see the two trying to make things right and she knew it meant the world to Pete.

It did leave her alone though and with all the other pilots of the squadron gone on leave and Amelia visiting her father, Penny hated the quiet. Even doing normal chores around the bar made her ache for the loud and boisterous group she had grown to love. She hoped they were at least all trying to heal like Maverick and Rooster. She wasn't given all the details from the mission but she knew there were a lot of close calls and that for everyone to return was lucky, bordering on miraculous. Penny felt lucky herself every time she got to see Pete's smile again.

As the morning progressed and the heat got too much Penny opted to go over some sales numbers and to save the inventory for later. Grabbing her books, she headed for her usual table outside, the umbrella giving only the most miniscule relief from the heat.

She looked up as she watched a man run on the beach. He looked vaguely familiar but it wasn't until he was a bit closer that Penny realized it was Hangman. She had been surprised this morning when she saw the man arrive at the beach to run. She had assumed Hangman like all the others had gone away for leave. Clearly this wasn’t the case as the pilot putt his ear pods in and started his jog just as she first opened up to do inventory. Penny glanced at her watch and saw it was close to an hour later then since she had first arrived, and yet Hangman was still running. A hint of worry bubbled in her stomach but she learned that Top Gun pilots tended to be work-out fanatics, Hangman no exception.

As the man neared, Penny raised her hand, "Hangman!" she called but she wasn't surprised when the man kept running, no doubt lost in his music and training. She watched him for a minute, not immune to admit that the sight of the muscular shirtless blonde running along the beach wasn't the worst thing she's laid her eyes on. She shook her head at her silliness and turned back to her sales book figuring she would chastise the man for ignoring her later when he came in for some beers tonight.

Thirty minutes later the same figured appeared for the third time since she sat outside and Penny's brow furrowed. She knew Hangman liked to run but this was getting a bit excessive. She was familiar with his two mile loop, she had walked it with Amelia many times herself, but never this many times, nor in this kind of heat. When she included the time she was in the basement, she knew Jake was running much more than was normal or healthy on a day like today. It was nearing noon, the heat for the day was at its worse and she had heard an air quality alert on the news this morning. Jake ran with no water bottle, no shirt and if she had to guess no sunscreen. He just ran, and ran, and ran.

Perhaps it was the mother in her or perhaps it was just the concern for a pilot she had grown to care about over the years, but Penny refused to let Hangman run past again without at least taking a little respite. She stood herself up from the table and headed towards the sand, waving a bit to not startle the runner. As she got closer she noticed Hangman's gait was off, he seemed to be listing to the side with each step. Her concern mounting, Penny hurried forward a little faster, her heart dropping when she noticed Jake had started to stagger. "Hangman you alright?" the barmaid hollered, but instead of a verbal response Jake fell to one knee. "Jake!" Penny called as she watched the blonde collapse complete to the ground. He landed face first in the sand and the older woman felt herself fall next to him, a gentle hand reaching for his shoulder to help roll him over.

The man lying before her looked so far from the Hangman she knew that Penny gasped. Jake's normally lively green eyes were closed, his skin pale and his breath raspy. She gently nudged his face, trying to stir some kind of reaction and felt her heart relax a fraction when Jake gave a low groan and took a wobbling hand to brush hers away.

"Hey Hangman you with me?" she tapped his cheek again, worry increasing when she felt how warm his body was and yet she didn't notice much sweat on his body. Familiar with signs of overheating but in no way a doctor, Penny looked back towards the Hard Deck and hoped to see someone around that could help her. Unfortunately it seemed they were alone. She turned back to the blonde and saw his eyes were still closed though his body seemed to want to move. “Jake honey, can you hear me?” she asked again.

“P-Penny?” Jake murmured and finally those green eyes were open if barely past slits. He seemed to take a good look at the woman leaning over him before all the rest of the color in Hangman’s face disappeared and he rolled over to his side. As he retched out what Penny disgustingly assumed was his breakfast, she tried to run a soothing hand over his back but again she faltered at how hot his body temperature seemed to be. She reached to pull him back to face her carefully, allowing his back to land back in a clean portion of sand before trying to meet his eyes, “Jake, you with me? Are you alright?”

“Y-yeah, yeah” he didn’t sound convincing, “’ll good.”

“I think you’re overheated, I need to get you inside.”

“No-“ he shook his head weakly, his voice low and gravelly, “-m fine…. Just-… just overdid it a bit. ”

Penny moved to brush back his damp hair from where it was plastered with sand to his forehead, “You really over did it, okay” she tried to give a reassuring smile but her concern was too great and it became more of a grimace, “you need to get out of this sun and get some water in you. You think you can stand?”

It didn’t look like Jake would be moving any time soon but when Penny gave him a small pull the pilot managed to follow the momentum enough to get himself standing. It wasn’t pretty and Hangman looked ready to puke again at least three different times, but he held it in and allowed Penny to throw his arm around her shoulders. The two took a moment to gain their balance before they started with small and slow steps all the way back to the Hard Deck.

The walk was long and tedious. With each step that they got closer Jake’s movements got sloppier and the weight Penny had to support seemed to double. When she finally got him inside, Penny deposited Jake to the nearest booth and ran for a cold water bottle and some towels. She ran them under the coldest water she could get and started to place them over Jake’s chest, his neck and his forehead. The man didn’t even flinch. “Keep those there” Penny ordered as she moved to grab more water bottles, “and take small sips of water.”

Jake tried to follow orders but when he moved his hands to open the bottle, they were shaking so bad he dropped it. He went to get his body to pick it up but instead he slid down to the floor, his back against the table’s leg. Penny heard the commotion and came running, finding the pilot out of it and on the floor of her bar. “Jesus Jake, I think we need to get you to the hospital” she told him, “This is way worse than over heating-“

“No” Jake shook his head, his eyes unfocused, “’m –ok-“

“Honey” she got him standing again, “no you’re not. Hang on, take a seat for a minute and let me get my keys. I have to lock up the basement and then I will take you.” She led him back towards the booths but didn’t wait for him to sit, instead running to her bag and car keys.

Meanwhile the blonde had teetered after her, following towards the bar and knocking over a stool followed by another, "shit” he cursed, “’m sorry. Y-you can just call m’ an uber" Jake slurred softly, now leaning heavily against the bar, “’t’s no bother.”

"Absolutely not, and I said to sit Jake" she ordered, manhandling him towards the booths, "sit before you collapse again."

"'M -fine-"

"No you're really not." Her eyes must have shown her anger and concern because Jake seemed to melt into the cushion of the seats. Penny gave a nod and then ran to lock up her basement door and lock the inventory room. When she got back to the bar she noticed Jake’s head was leaning down on the table. “Hangman?” she questioned, but the man didn’t stir, “Jake?” When she still got no answer, she hurried over and took one of the water bottles, emptying it over the man’s head in a frantic shake, “Lieutenant Seresin!” she yelled and was luckily awarded with a dazed Jake shaking his wet hair out in confusion. “-enny?” he murmured sleepily, “did it rain?”

“Something like that” Penny lied, moving to grab the man out of the booth once more and get him towards the exit, “now come on honey, we’re going to the hospital.”

“-Don’’ feel so g-good.”

“I know, but we’re going to get you all fixed up” she promised silently praying that she could deliver on such a statement. If she was honest with herself Jake’s condition was really starting to frighten her. He collapsed three times already, he threw up on the beach and his body temperature was frightening high. She had tried cold compresses but they didn’t seem to make a difference. He was incoherent and confused; his body a shaky and unstable mess when he was normally frighteningly in control.

They got to Penny’s car quickly; fortunately she parked in the closet spot this morning. She helped lay Jake out along the back seat, sparing a second to take a hand to his forehead where she still felt the heat radiating off his skin. She pursed her lips but didn’t say anything, instead starting her car and cranking the A/C, hoping that it would help cool the pilot down.

For the first few minutes of the ride, Jake stayed silent and if it weren’t for Penny looking towards him in the rear view mirror every few seconds she would have thought he was unconscious or worse. Instead she watched as the man took shallow wheezy breaths, praying they get to the hospital quickly so he could get real help.

After a few more minutes of silence, Penny heard what sounded like a throat clearing in the back seat. Jake’s voice sounded fractured when he finally spoke up, "'why-you helpin' me?" he whispered from the back, 'm a bad person. A bad person with no one left.”

"No you're not honey" Penny immediately argued back, watching as Hangman’s eyes closed and his face scrunched up in pain, "you're a good person. I know that and so do the others."

"Asshole to them.... always a jerk..."

"I think they've started to see all that for what it is.” And she really believed that. The Hangman that strutted around the Hard Deck all these years was a show, meant for entertainment and for keeping people at arm’s length. Penny, no stranger at pushing people away herself, could recognize the signs easily though she knew it took the others a while to see. “You earned your teammates’ trust” she continued with what she hoped sounded reassuring. Jake didn’t seem to react to the words though, so Penny tried to push a bit more remembering what Maverick had told her the night he returned after the boat docked, about how Jake had saved his life, “you showed them the true Jake Seresin during the mission. They see it now.”

“They all left, ‘m alone again.”

“You’re not alone sweetheart”

“I should be, ‘ve killed people” Jake announced next and in the driver’s seat Penny stilled. It’s not that she doesn’t know this fact, she’s heard Hangman address it before but hearing Jake speak the words so matter of factly while he himself was so broken, exhausted and barely conscious, Penny’s heart clenched. “You were just doing your job, Jake, it’s different.”

“No” he shook his head minutely, “’t’s not.” He sniffed back what sounded like a sob, “can’t sleep, just see it again and again… All my mistakes... all the early graves… all my fault.”

“Nothing was your fault Jake, you saved lives that day. You saved Maverick and Rooster-“

“see them die every night…. ‘m pathetic-“

“No you’re not, you’re so brave honey” she felt a tear fall down her cheek as Jake let out another raspy sob, “so, so brave.”

“’ can’t even sleep anymore” Jake moaned, “just wanna sleep-“

“We can get you help for that” she urged, “there are people that can help-“

“No one can ‘elp me” his head lulled to the side, “I…can’t be fixed.”

There was so much Penny wished to say, so much she wished to correct but before she got the chance she was pulling into the emergency driveway entrance of the hospital and screeching her brakes to a halt behind an empty ambulance. “Please!” Penny hollered from her window at the two paramedics heading out the exit doors. Both stopped and looked her way, “please I need help” she urged to them.

The two women hurried forward, following Penny’s directions to the back seat, “he’s in rough shape, can you help me get him inside?”

“I’ll get the backboard and gurney” the younger of the medics announced, running back to her rig. When she returned the three women were able to lift Jake up and onto it, the two medical professionals beginning to wheel him inside, Penny hot on their heels.

“Ma’am you can’t leave your car here” the security guard tried but Penny ignored it and just continued to follow the gurney wheeling Hangman further into the hospital. Getting a ticket was the least of her worries, even getting towed. All she cared about was making sure the blonde pilot in that bed got the care he needed.

She followed them through into the emergency room where Jake was taken into a corner make-shift room with curtains closing it off. A nurse started asking Penny questions about Jake’s age, medical history, and if he had any allergies. She tried to answer to the best of her abilities but the truth was she didn’t really know. Jake Seresin had been coming to the bar for years but Penny couldn’t even tell the hospital if he was allergic to peanuts yet alone any medication he was on; she just never bothered to get to know him that well. She vowed if they got through this debacle, she would find out, resolved to pester Jake with so many questions he would have no choice but to tell her everything. She looked forward to it with a spark of hope.

Suddenly an older man came forward from the other side of the curtain, ripping it open with an intern on his heels, “What do we have?” he asked, not looking away from his patient on the bed.

“32 year old white male, fading in and out of consciousness, feels excessively warm to the touch-“

The doctor sighed and put on his glasses, his thinning hair reflecting the light as he knelt down on his work stool, and started to lightly examine Jake’s face and chest, “what’s his name?”

When no one else replied Penny realized the question was addressed to her. She swallowed her nerves, “Lieutenant Jake Seresin” she told him.

“Navy?”

“A Navy pilot, yes.”

“Why did you bring him here, shouldn’t he be on base?”

Penny shrugged, realizing she never even thought about taking Jake back to North Island, her mind just drove them to the first hospital she could think of, “this was closer” she explained instead.

The doctor hummed but continued his examination, “okay Lieutenant can you hear me?” when the blonde gave no response, the doctor turned to one of the nurses, “get me a temperature reading now” he ordered.

“Right away Doctor” and the nurse hurried to get the thermometer.

“What happened to him?” the ER doctor asked, shining a pen light as he used a hand to hold open Jake’s eye lid.

“He collapsed on the beach,” Penny supplied dutifully, still watching with what felt like a heavy weight on her chest, “he had been running and I think he might have over heated-“

“In this heat, I’m not surprised. Order a toxicology report, I don’t like his pupil dilation.”

Penny felt her temper flare, “He wasn’t drinking” she shot back, “he’s exhausted.”

“Let’s take the family out of the room-“ the doctor also added, rolling his eyes to his staff. As a nurse went to remove her, Penny listened as another rattled off Jake’s temperature. The minute his nurse was done saying 105 degrees, the ER doctor began sprouting commands, his voice a lot more concerned and worried than it were not two minutes ago. Penny knew 105 was dangerous, even deadly, but seeing doctors and nurses run in frantically made the woman more scared than she could ever remember being in her life. A curtain was pulled and her view was gone, and Penny felt her heart stutter as she wondered if that was to be the last time she would ever see Jake again. What if he died? What if she was too late getting him help, waited too long in the bar locking up a damn inventory closet when she should have been calling an ambulance and getting the poor man help. Her legs buckled for a moment but the nurse at her side kept a strong hand on her arm that kept her standing. “Here we go” the nurse told her steering her to the nurses’ station, “Fran” she called and one nurse was replaced with a different one as Penny was handed off once more.

“Okay” the nurse named Fran began, an iPad in her hand and glasses on her kind face, “let’s begin. Patient’s name was what again?”

“Lieutenant Jake Seresin.”

“Age?”

“32.”

“Occupation?”

“Naval Pilot.”

She typed faster, then opened her mouth to ask more but Penny beat her too it, "please" she begged, "is he going to be alright?"

Fran seemed to scrutinize her for a moment, his brown eyes boring into Penny over her glasses, “What is your relation to him again?" she questioned.

Penny stuttered for a moment, but then found her confidence, "I'm- I'm his aunt” she declared daring someone to disagree. The nurse didn’t argue, just typed something on her iPad, “and your name?”

“Penny Benjamin.”

Fran nodded and motioned towards the waiting room, “okay Ms. Benjamin, take a seat and I’ll send a doctor to talk once he finishes his evaluations.”

"But can’t I go back in?“

“You’ve done everything you could for the Lieutenant; now leave it to the doctors.” Fran placed a comforting hand to her arm and squeezed gently, “your nephew is in good hands.”

“What if I didn’t do enough, I tried to put cold compresses, and the water, but he could even grip it properly and I never made him drink-“

“Shhh” the kind woman placated her, “I’ll let the doctors know. I’m sure they will put him on fluids right away, you just sit here.”

“T-Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, I’ll be back later.”

Penny watched her go, falling into the hard waiting room chair and taking her head into her hands. She wanted to scream in frustration and worry, but she knew that wouldn’t help Jake. Instead she closed her eyes and focused on her breathing.

A hand on her arm a few minutes later made her jump. She looked up; expecting a doctor or nurse but finding herself staring at the same security guard she had run past before. The man looked sheepish, clearly feeling guilty for startling her. Penny pulled her fingers through her long brown hair to try to look even a semblance of normal but the security guard didn’t seem to judge. “Ma’am” he began, “I’m sorry to bug you but I really need you to move your car, we got ambulances that need to unload in those spaces and you’re blocking them.”

She looked back at him, her face reddening in mortification; she had completely forgotten about the car she had left parked in the emergency entrance. “I’m so sorry, Sir, I was so panicked before-“

He shook off her apology, “believe me I’ve seen it a million times before. Just move it now and we can both pretend it didn’t happen. I know you got more important things to worry about.” He offered a hand to help her standing and Penny took it gratefully, rising from the chair and heading to the automatic doors leading outside.

Penny moved her car like directed and then took back her seat in the waiting room. She noticed others sitting around, none paying her much attention, everyone lost in their own worlds of worry and fear.

This was why she hated hospitals, especially waiting rooms. It was a place where time simultaneously stood still and yet rushed by. People waited in agony over people in actually agony. Some people were here for last goodbyes while others welcomed new lives into the world. It was a place of overstimulation and over emotion and yet Penny couldn’t imagine herself being anywhere else at the moment. She would wait here as long as it took until she knew Jake would be okay.

About an hour later, a tall man approached the nurse’s station and Penny watched as he was directed to her. "Ms Benjamin?" the dark haired doctor called dressed in scrubs, "my name is Doctor Rask,” he held out a hand for Penny to shake, her grip lacking from her fear, “I’m your nephew's doctor” he told her soothingly.

"Hi" Penny breathed out, trying to control her nerves, "how's Jake?" she asked after no preamble.

If he thought she was rude the doctor didn't comment, instead he went right into Jake's diagnosis. "Lieutenant Seresin has a severe case of hyperthermia, more specifically heat stroke. His body temperature was 105 when you brought him in and that was with the cooling methods you tried to do prior. With a body temp that high our biggest concern is always going to be organ failure."

Penny clutched her hands into fists; the feeling of her nails in her palms the only thing keeping her together. She focused on the slight pain as she struggled to find her voice, "did he-... is his organs... are they okay?"

"He is extremely lucky” the doctor explained, “We don't see any evidence of organ failure but we will monitor him closely for the next few hours to be sure."

"That's- that's good news."

Dr. Rask spared her a comforting look, "it is, especially with how overheated he was but he's not out of the woods yet. Lieutenant Seresin was also severely dehydrated and extremely exhausted. His fine motor skills were so impaired upon admission that the ER doctor ordered a toxicology report because he was convinced Lieutenant Seresin must have been drunk. He wasn't of course but the Lieutenant admitted to being unable to supply the last time he had a full night's sleep."

Penny sighed, "he just got back from a serious mission Doctor Rask, it affective him deeply-"

"I understand," the doctor cut in gently, "and believe me I'm sympathetic but I suggest he find someone to talk to about this. He is beyond normal exhaustion levels which is extremely dangerous, not only in his profession but in all matters of his life."

"I agree. I plan on reaching out to his CO to discuss this as well."

The doctor softened, "we can also recommend people for him to talk to if he didn't want to go through the Navy. My father served and I know firsthand how people can be hesitant to show weakness to their superiors. It’s dangerous and they end up denying themselves the opportunity to get proper help."

"Thank you, I worry about that as well but I can promise you I will personally make sure Jake gets the help he needs, even if I have to drag him myself."

"He's lucky to have you" Doctor Rask shared with a smile.

Penny shook her head, her eyes falling to the floor, “I don't know about that” she admitted softly.

"I do” the doctor told her kindly, “You saved his life getting him in here so quickly."

"So he will be okay?"

"Well like I said before his organs look undamaged which is the best news for his case. He is still on cooling pads right now as we try to lower his temperature safely. We also have him on multiple IVs to increase his fluids and nutrients."

It certainly didn’t sound like he was okay but Penny took the doctor’s calm attitude as a good sign. Still she would only feel better once she could see Jake with her own eyes, "Is he awake?" she asked ready to run to his room if she found out he was.

Doctor Rask shook his head, "we gave him a small sedative which I would normally be against but Lieutenant Seresin was very restless in the room from the over exhaustion. I feared he would tax himself further. It should wear off in a few hours but he will be exceptionally groggy. Do to the severity of the heat stroke and the strain on his body; I want to keep him overnight for observations."

"Can I see him?"

"I would prefer not if I'm honest” he managed a sympathetic look when he noticed her face fall. “It's important for him to stay resting. In his heightened state and with the weak sedation, any disruption could cause him to wake before he's ready and that's the last thing he needs. Rest is his best medication at this point."

"I understand" and she did, no matter how much it broke her heart to think of Jake waking up alone in the hospital.

"If you leave your info with the nurse, I'll call you personally when he wakes, or any other member of his family."

He doesn't think he has any family, Penny's mind automatically corrected but she didn't bother saying it out loud. Besides, she learned many years ago that family went far beyond blood no matter what the medical world said. "Thank you Doctor, for everything."

"My pleasure and make sure Lieutenant Seresin thanks you as well. Like I said before, you saved your nephew's life today Ms. Benjamin, a few more minutes out there and we would be having a very different conversation."

She shuddered but gave her thanks anyway before turning back to her waiting room seat. She knew she had hours to kill before Jake would be up and she could see him so Penny took out her phone and scrolled to Pete’s name. She knew she needed to call the man, knew that the minute he heard something was wrong with one of his pilots he would want to be informed and be there. She wondered for a moment if perhaps she was overstepping until she remember Jake’s sad words in the car. This was a man who thought he was alone in the world and even worse, he thought he deserved to be alone in the world. He thought of himself as a killer for doing his job and pathetic for not being to handle his emotions and his PTSD properly. His hyperthermia would be treated but Penny knew that Jake Seresin had a much longer road to recovery once he was discharged from the hospital. Penny knew that she, Maverick, Rooster and the rest of the Daggers would be there for him every step of the way. They were a family now and that’s what family does.

Her mind made up, Penny hit the call button and brought the phone up to her ear, ready to call on the reinforcements.

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Researchers use tin to toughen bioimplant titanium alloys through the cocktail effect

Beta(β)-type titanium (Ti) alloys are renowned for their strength, formability and resistance to harsh environments. This, along with their excellent biocompatibility, has made them adequately suited for implants and prosthetics, from joint replacement to stents. However, under certain conditions, a brittle omega phase can form, making the material prone to breaking. While it is known that adding tin (Sn) negates this, and makes β-type Ti alloys stronger, the exact mechanics behind this has continued to puzzle scientists. That is until now. A research team led by Norihiko Okamoto and Tetsu Ichitsubo from Tohoku University's Institute for Materials Research (IMR) has revealed how this occurs. Their revelation came via a systematic investigation using model titanium–vanadium (Ti–V) alloys, which included a combination of experiments and theoretical analyses.

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