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[atydblack]

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regulus black x slytherin!reader

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this is part one of an ongoing series! think there will be 3 parts in total <3 no cws as this is gonna be pure angst

Being James Potter's younger sister inquired a lot to live up to. James was the perfect Gryffindor student who succeeded in all his classes, exuded confidence with his every word, had soulmates for friends and an even better girlfriend.

You, however, were almost the opposite.

You were sorted into Slytherin in your first year and although they tried their best to hide it, you could see the disappointment in James and his friends eyes as you walked over to the Slytherin table. Your parents were still accepting but there was some clear favouritism in the family, no doubt. You did well in classes however didn't ever see yourself becoming a prefect like James or being top of any classes.

You sat in potions next to your best friend, Lara. Her straight blonde hair and bright blue eyes opposed my black curly hair and dark brown eyes. You had always been jealous of her, she was the type to catch everyone's eye when she walked into a room while you just trudged in behind her.

"Do you have idea what this question means?" Lara asks you, huffing slightly as she rested her chin in her hand.

"You really think I'd have the answer if you didn't?" You joked. You glanced up at Slughorn who had started dozing off behind his desk and you smirked. "Look."

Lara mirrored your smirk and you both dropped your quills on the desk to turn around and start talking with your friends instead.

"I'm bored out of my mind." Lara groaned to your other friend Freya sat behind you.

"Slughorn says if we don't get these all finished, he's gonna give us all detention until we get them done." Freya rolled her eyes, but you could clearly see that she'd almost finished.

"Have you got the number to 42?" You asked her with wide eyes, trying to sway her in to letting you copy her. "And 43, 44, 45... and the rest?"

"Merlin your voices are retched." A voice came from a couple desks to your right, none other than Enoch Wilkes. He was a tall boy with sleeked back greasy hair and a superiority complex due to his family heritage.

"What's your problem, Wilkes?" Lara shot at him.

"I'm trying to actually do my work but all I can hear is Potter's squeaky voice in my ear." Wilkes replied with a grunt.

"She's just as unbearable as Saint Potter except dumber." Icarus Nott joined in from next to him.

"What did you just say?" You spat, standing to your feet and making your way over to them with your wand gripped tightly in your palm, willing to do anything to stand up for your older brother. There was a third boy sat with them, Regulus Black.

Regulus had always been quiet, however he never failed to be part of the horrid Slytherins who gave your house a bad name and thought they were elite causing them to look down on everyone else. He had only made a few sly comments in past years, but everyone knew his thoughts on muggle blood.

You were also a pureblood, but would never allow yourself to feel any prejudice towards anyone else.

You couldn't deny that Regulus was attractive. He looked a lot like Sirius... however his facial features were softer. His dark black hair fell onto his forehead effortlessly and his green eyes complimented his pale skin.

"You heard me." Nott mocked you, not moving from his seat. You had gained a small audience as everyone's head turned towards you.

"What an embarrassment having a Gryffindor blood traitor for a brother." Wilkes joked, not backing down. "At least Black had the right idea and cut his off, what's stopping you from doing the same?"

"Y/N, sit down." Freya begged from across the classroom, not wanting to get either of you in trouble. "He's not worth it."

"You have no idea what you're talking about." You smirked, holding up your wand and pointing it right at him.

You were closest to Sirius out of all your brothers friends. He had moved in with your family two years ago after he left his family and you'd always been there for him, especially during everything that happened with his brother Regulus. Regulus was clearly a lost soul, strung along on the same ideologies as his parents however he would send letters to Sirius every once and a while but continued to act like he didn't exist at school.

"Leave it, Wilkes." Regulus muttered. Funny this is the first time he had ever attempted to stick up for you and it was only to save his own back.

"What's she talking about, Black?" Nott glanced at him, but Regulus' eyes were set on yours as you stared each other down. You knew you would never actually say anything to expose Regulus as doing so would only hurt Sirius too, but you could sense how scared he was that you'd open your mouth.

"She's a freak." Wilkes chuckled. "Just like her brother."

This sent you over the edge as everything turned red. You dropped your wand to the floor and quickly punched Wilkes square in the nose.

"Olive!" Lara shouted from across the classroom.

You felt a pair of strong arms pulling you back as you attempted to go in for another hit.

"What on earth is going on?!" Slughorn announced and you all froze. You turned around to see it was in fact Regulus' arms that were holding you back and a brush grew on your cheeks. "Black, Potter - sit down at once!"

You both complied, with a guilty expression you made your way back over to your desk and your friends gave you an apologetic look.

"I expect to see you both after class." Slughorn continued.

"But sir-!" Nott shouted, attempting to stick up for Regulus.

"I don't want to hear it." Slughorn quickly cut him off earning a scoff from the boy.

The lesson felt like it took hours to end but you felt slightly ill in your stomach when everyone else was packing up to leave but you and Regulus sat firmly in your seats.

"We'll be in the great hall; I'll save you a seat." Lara smiled at you before her and Freya took off out the classroom and to dinner.

"Both of you have detention with Filch every night after dinner starting tomorrow." Slughorn mumbled, uninterested. You scoffed as you were way too used to detention with Filch now.

When you were dismissed, you quickly stood to your feet and attempted to leave ahead off Regulus to avoid any awkwardness. You began walking down the corridor, ready to rant to James about what had occured.

"Potter!" Regulus called from behind you. You stopped in your tracks and turned on your feet with a confused expression on your face. He approached you slowly and timidly before speaking. "I-uh. I wanted to thank you for not saying anything about Sirius and I."

"I didn't do it for you. I did it for Sirius." You mutter before turning back around and leaving him there dumbfounded.

You reach the great hall and make a B line for your brother and his friends. James smirked at you as you approach him with a sour expression on your face before sitting in between him and Sirius, your green robes standing out in the sea of red.

"What's up with you, Y/N?" Sirius smirked before patting me on the top of your head.

"I've got detention again this week." You huff, crossing your arms and leaning them on the table.

"How do you manage to get yourself into so much trouble?" Lily quizzed you, a humorous look on her face that mirrored the rest of the group.

"She takes after me, that's why." James joked but you only rolled your eyes in response.

"Yeah, apart from the brains." You sigh, leaning your head on Sirius' shoulder. You glanced over at the Slytherin table and quickly caught eyes with Regulus, who must have been staring at you. You kept eye contact for a short moment before he turned his head and acted like it never happened. You furrow your eyebrows and listed your head once again. "At least I'm the better-looking sibling." You continue, causing everyone to laugh.

"Keep dreaming, kiddo." James rolled his eyes.

"Go on then, what did you do this time?" Remus questions you.

"I punched Enoch Wilkes in the nose during potions." You say smugly causing everyone to laugh once again.

"I would advise you that violence isn't the answer, however we can make some exceptions for people like that." Remus smirked.

"Tell me about it, they're horrid." You scoff before stealing some food from James plate. "No offence obviously, Sirius."

"Go ahead," Sirius chuckled. "I had to endure it for most of my life."

[yuan4i]

CULT OF DIONYSUS al haitham x reader x kaveh

SYNOPSIS kaveh, al haitham and you are close friends and went to the same high school. but after your junior year, you left them and sumeru behind for liyue’s 2 year med school exchange program. now you’re back in sumeru for a class reunion and attending sumeru akademiya. 

STATUS 01/14/23, on going, slow updates

GENRE social media au, modern au, college au 

CONTENT WARNINGS childhood friends to lovers, love triangle, angst, suggestive, implied afab reader (they/them prns), unhealthy behaviors, written before kaveh's in game release & pre 3.4 version release, messy timestamps, will add more later! (✿) = written chapters

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CHARACTERS 4LYFERS | overwork no sleep

ACT I - "I'M FEELING DEVIOUS"

01 . still sleeping ? 02 . packing 03 . reunion message?? 04 . bitch this you? 05 . i'll try to miss you ✿ 06 . bro's down bad fr 07 . 10/10 08 . reunion day ✿ 09. what's his problem? 10 . pretty boy 11 . asked them out 12 . why r u here? ✿ 13 . his text 14 . lying to me? 15 . you? upset? 16 . call me if u get lost

ACT II - "YOU'RE LOOKING GLAMOROUS"

17. is it too late to switch majors?? ✿ 18. third wheeling? 19. tall, blonde and gorgeous ✿ 20. cuddles on the couch 21. do you like him? 22. wingman !? 23. tickets (and backstage) 24. welcome to the renaissance ✿ 25. you guys knew?? ✿ 26. get drunk 27. sober up, bitch 28. cruel summer ✿ 29. can i kiss you? ✿ 30. good for them. | 30.5 cult of dionysus notes ✿

ACT III - "LETS GET MISCHIEVOUS"

31. hello panda cookies 32. man wtf ✿ 33. get me out 34. homophobia arc 35. fuck this 36. exams 37. fool ✿ 38. brunch cafe! 39. ch*lde 40. miss u 41. ate that 42. operation cute guy.. ✿ 43. consider it a date 44. rough patch? 45. double date ✿ 46. we aren't dating 47. no one noticed

ACT IV - "AND POLYAMOROUS"

48. again? 49. your roommate let me in ✿ 50. ily im sry 51. r u serious rn 52. not your fool 53. ur so fking selfish 54. tba...

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━ 𝙳𝙾𝚄𝙱𝙻𝙴 𝚃𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙱𝙻𝙴

➛ yandere!tokito twins x fem!reader

CHAPTER ONE ━ NEW KIDS ?

❝ I be looking at her thinking that I love her ❞

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7:44 AM

"MUICHIRO!!" Yuichiro shouts at me. He grabs a pillow from off the floor and hits me upside the head with it. "We're going to miss the bus!" I groan in response. I don't have time for this, it's too early in the morning...

"What? Huh?" Another pillow misses my head. His aim is ass. "It's the first day of school, it shouldn't take you this long to get the fuck up!!"

I rub my eyes and sit up. Yuichiro looked like he was ready to walk out the door, but I was still in my pajamas. Why the hell didn't he wake me up earlier!?

"If you would shut the hell up and stopped being a Karen it'd be easier for me to get up." I mumble while rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. God, my hair is a mess. He was also really starting to piss me off.

"I hate changing schools. It's so fucking annoying." I roll out of bed and fall onto the floor with my arms stretched out. Yuichiro groans dramatically, "Bitch, stand up!" He kicks me, "I don't either, suck it the fuck up!" He drags me away from my bed by my wrists.

—

It took me about 10 minutes to get ready. We almost missed the bus. Yuichiro's hair was down because he was too busy bossing me around he forgot to put it up in a ponytail. We looked exactly the same entering the bus. It's kinda embarrassing. Everyone was looking at us...

We both sat next to each other silently. We were still pretty pissed with each other.

—

When we reached the school, I could see all eyes on us as we walked through the hallway too. It was hella embarrassing.

I looked up at the ceiling, my eyes locked on the tile patterns above us. "Why are all these people staring at us...?" I ask Yuichiro quietly and glance over at him.

He has this stupid smirk on his face and says, "Because we're the new kids, duh." He puts his hands behind his head. I look down at my feet, "Well I don't preferably like being the center of attention..." I mumble.

"I don't see why." He shrugs and closes his eyes, "It's either that or they think we're hot. By 'we're' I mean me of course." He sticks his nose in the air.

"We look exactly the same..."

I look over my shoulder and see a few other people whispering and looking at us. They're talking about us... I thought, Maybe we are hot, I guess. I don't understand how or why people find others attractive. Especially ugly ones like myself.

After walking for some time, we found our home room class.

We got lost and didn't know who to ask for help so we aimlessly walked around until we found what we were looking for.

There were very few people already here, we must be early then.

Good.

Me and Yuichiro sat next to each other, in the very back of the class. "I don't see why you don't like being in the spotlight." He says to me randomly.

I groan softly and look up at the ceiling tiles again, "You're still on that?" I ask him with a tired expression. I thought that topic was long gone by now. "Hell yeah, I am!" He rests his face in his fist, as his hair falls in his face.

"Like, people like guys that are popular. And popular guys get attention from girls." He explains.

I roll my eyes, "So? What if I don't care for being liked or for 'girls' attention'?" I lay my head flat on the table, looking in his direction.

"Bullshit!" He looks at me and grips the sides of his table. "Every guy likes being liked by girls."

Unless you don't.

"If you know that basic fact or not, Mu-mu." I fucking hate it when he calls me that.

"Whatever you say, Yu-yu." I look up at the tile ceiling once again.

—

About fifteen... no, twenty minutes later, one last student enters class. She was a girl with (H/c) hair and (S/c) skin.

I couldn't see her face due to the hood over her head. She sat in the empty seat next to Yuichiro and quickly pulled out her phone to check the time.

Was she running late? Wait, why the fuck do I care? She's just some random girl in my class.

Then, she takes her jacket off and I get to see her face in full. She... she's so beautiful... her eyes are so pretty... she looks at little tired. Did she go to sleep late last night? Is that why she's running late? Why do I keep looking at her!? I can't look away!!

Y/N'S POV

Thank God that I'm not late! My parents would've probably killed me! I sighed deeply and put my phone away.

After that, took my hood off my head and took off my jacket completely.

I looked over to my left and noticed two identical twin boys sitting next to me. They both had mint green eyes and long, black, hair with tips that fade into green, I didn't recognize them... they're probably the new kids.

One twin sat closest to me, he was holding a rubber band in between his teeth. His hands were holding his hair up into a high ponytail. He didn't seem to notice me yet.

The other twin had his head laid flat on the desk, he seemed to be dazed off. His gaze was locked on the wall to the right of me. I can already tell they have totally different personalities just by their body language.

I wonder what brings them both to Kimetsu Academy...

SECOND PERSON'S POV

That girl... she's so pretty... I wonder who she is... Muichiro thought. His gaze shifts to her, as he looks her body up and down.

Yuichiro looks over at Muichiro with a confused expression. He then looks over at you and felt his face turn a light red color. "Woah..." he mutters under his breath.

Muichiro starts blushing profusely, so he lifts his head off his desk and buries it in his hands. ...S- stop it!! Stop thinking of her!! He thought.

Yuichiro looks over at Muichiro again and a smirk curves his lips. He tilts his chair back and rests his hands behind his head, "What's wrong with you Mr. 'I don't care for girl's' attention'." He whispered and chuckled at the flustered Muichiro. Yuichiro was masking his true feelings almost perfectly.

"J- just because I'm blushing... th- that doesn't mean I care for her attention or anything!!" He whisper-shouts and swats at him with one hand while the other keeps covering his face. Yuichiro continues to laugh at his younger brothers embarrassed state.

Y/N L/N'S POV

After our classes ended, I was walking to my locker. Before I could put my stuff away, I overheard some girls in the hallway talking and giggling loudly about something.

I decided to look around the corner and listen.

"Did you guys see the Tokito twins!?? I heard they're in the Taro class!?" One girl squeals with full excitement.

"I know!! Muichiro is so dreamy!" A second girl gushes.

"But Yuichiro's pony tail makes him look even more hot, Oh my Gosh!" A last girl giggles.

What?

Who are the Tokito twins!?

And why does everybody know who they are except for me!?

Are they the new kids from this morning? They must have to be...

But if they're the new kids... how does everyone know them-

"-Oh my freaking gosh, Y/n!!" Aoi runs up to me, Kanao was being dragged by her wrist behind the excited girl.

"Did you see 'em!? Did you see 'em!??" Aoi grabs my shoulders and shakes me violently. "Huh!? What!? See who!?" I feel dizzy, she might be shaking me a little too hard. "Th- the Tokito twins!! The hottest siblings in all of Japan!?!"

"Yeah... they're in my home room I think. What about it?" They blink a few times in shock. "What do you mean, 'What about it'!?" Aoi shouts.

"What about it!!?" I raise my voice. "The Tokito twins!? Turquoise hair and eyes!?" Kanao starts shaking me now.

"Ohh... they sit next to me in class." I stated bluntly. I don't understand anything that's happening right now.

"THEY WHAT." They say in unison. I pick up my phone and check the time, "Guys, we have to go. I'll text you later about it, okay?"

"Fine. Bye Y/n!"

They hug me then run out of the door.

—

6:54 PM

Muichiro...

...and...

Yuichiro Tokito...

"They're the boys who kept staring at me in class." I tell Aoi on the call as I sit on my bed.

"SO Y/N HAS SOMEONE WHO LIKES HER BEFORE SOMEONE LIKES ME!?" Zenitsu literally screams at the top of his lungs. "LIFE IS SO FUCKING UNFAIR!!"

"Stop shouting!! We're right here!" Aoi scolds him. "It's still not fucking fair." He pouts like a child who was told "no" for the first time.

"I- I'm not sure if they like me or not!!" You shout in defense. "If you stare at a girl for too long, you like them." Zenitsu says while putting a few pieces of food in his mouth, "Believe me Y/n, I know that for a fact."

"That's cause you like every girl, Zenitsu!!" Kanao giggles. "Not every girl!! Inosuke told me to back off Aoi. And you know I'm secretly scared of that kid..." He whispered the last part.

"It's crazy how the famous Tokito twins like Y/n-" Kanao was cut off by me, "-Guys!! Stop jumping to conclusions! I won't believe it until one of 'em says it to my face."

"You're no fun, but alright Y/n." Zenitsu rolls his eyes. "And why am I the only guy on this call!?"

—

6:13 AM

I was one of the first people on the bus to school. I set my backpack on the ground in front of me and looked out the window.

My peace and quiet was then suddenly interrupted when someone tapped my shoulder.

"Is this seat taken?" The peace-ruiner asked sweetly. I turn around and laid eyes on Kamado, Tanjiro. My crush since middle school! "U- uh... no." I blinked a few times while he sat down next to me. "Thanks, Y/n!" A smile curved his lips.

I don't remember school busses being this hot...

—

We were talking for a few minutes until the bus came to another stop. A few more kids came on the bus. I was still looking out the window when I hear a low voice say my name,"L/n."

I look to my left and see Yuichiro... wait no, Muichiro. "So you don't want to sit by me, L/n?~" He forces a pout, "That really breaks my heart." He overlays two hands on his chest where his heart would be.

What!? I thought, I don't even know this kid!! "You can have my seat if you want, Muichiro." Tanjiro gets his stuff and stands up with a kind smile. I stifled the urge I had to pull him back into the seat by his shirt sleeve.

Tanjiro moves to a different spot and Muichiro sat next to me. "Why the hell did you make him move?" I looked at him angrily. His eyes are really a more blue than green if you look at him up close...

Muichiro rolled his eyes, "He offered? Why would anyone decline an offer? It's also because I like you. I think you're pretty." It's hard to tell his emotion by his expression. But I could tell he was being painfully honest. "Great explanation..." I look away from him.

"Well I- OW!!" He shouts loudly as someone grips a big lock of his hair and yanks it back. "What the fuck, Yuichiro!!" He shouts at his twin.

"Get up." The older brother said harshly.

"What!? No!? Why!?" Muichiro rubbed his scalp.

"Because I said so, dumbass!!" Yuichiro yanks Muichiro by his shirt collar. "Hey! Stop being and asshole for three seconds, dammit!" Muichiro scoots closer to you and clings onto your arm. "I want to sit next to Y/n. She doesn't seem to be bothered by it neither, huh?" I could feel the heat rushing up to my face as he holds onto me.

"W- well..." I look at both of the boys. "...I'd rather sit alone." I look down.

Muichiro pouts again, he looks really immature. Pulling my arm closer to his body, he asks, "But why? Do you not like me, Y/n?" Trying to hide my obvious flushed face, I yanked my arm away and looked the opposite direction. "Tokito twins, just go sit somewhere else."

Muichiro's grip on your arm loosened then soon released. "I'm starting to think you don't like me that much, Miss. L/n." Yuichiro placed both his hands in his pockets and cocked his head to the side.

"I feel that same way, Yuichiro." Muichiro's index finger places itself on his own cheek. "And I can see you blushing, Y/n L/n. You can't hide it from me." Muichiro's free hand comes up and turns your head to face him by your chin.

He then takes his finger that was once on his face, and places it on yours. "Your face is warm. You're so embarrassed, that's cute." Yuichiro just scoffed, "whatever. On the ride home I'm sitting next to Y/n." Yuichiro gripped his backpack strap tightly. "If you can't beat me there." Muichiro turned to his brother and smirked.

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Song name: Throw it (I want her) - SLVMBRS

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[mysteryshoptls]

SR Ortho Shroud - Apprentice Chef Vignette

"Master Chef"

[Cafeteria – Judging Venue]

Master Chef ― Ortho Version ～Let’s Make Loco Moco 1～

―A short while before cooking begins

Ortho: ―Energy inspection complete. All functions, including the cooking and processing units, are operating normally.

Ortho: Everything activates without a hitch, great. I tried to make my exterior look similar to my brother's outfit when he took the class, does it look weird at all?

Azul: It looks fantastic on you, Ortho-san. However, I never expected to see you take an interest in cooking… I'm a little taken aback.

Ortho: It's only recently piqued my interest. Sometimes I hear my classmates swapping kitchen horror stories, you see.

Ortho: When someone said, "cooking is way too high level for newbies," it suddenly made me want to try to win against it… Which resulted in this gear being developed.

Azul: I see. And if you are to do a trial run of that gear here, the Master Chef course would be the best opportunity to do so.

Ortho: Exactly! I knew you'd get it, Azul-san.

Ortho: Not only can this gear cook food, but it's built with many other functions to manage proper nutrition or count calories and the like.

Ortho: I plan on getting the expert chef to check out my functions and test out what all would be useful for cooking!

Azul: I can see you're raring to go. Then, I'll wish us both luck.

Ortho: Yeah!

[Kitchen]

Ghost Chef: We'll have you make the "Loco Moco" dish for us today, Ortho-kun.

Ghost Chef: First, we'll have to prep the onions that'll be mixed into the hamburger meat. Do you know how to mince?

Ortho: Okay, I got this!

Ortho: ―Begining cooking procedures. Activating the Cooking Gear's Food Slicer Unit.

[whirrr… fsshhh…!]

Ghost Chef: H-HUUUUUUUUUUH!? HE TRANSFORMED!!?

Ortho: First, I need to adjust the shape so it will be easier to prepare. I need to swing vertically over the onion and… slice it in half!

Ortho: Great, looks like my knife is sharp enough! Umm, since this is for mixing in with hamburger meat…

Ortho: ―Executing command: "Target ingredient: Onion / Processing Method: Mince / Configuration: 3mm Squares"

Ghost Chef: W-Wow… The onion was finely chopped up in no time flat…!

Ortho: …Whew, I've finished with the onion. Will these be sufficient?

Ghost Chef: Y-Yeah, it's cut expertly, but… What exactly is that round blade that came out of your glove…?

Ortho: I took an industrial-grade cutter and downsized it so it could be used in cooking.

Ortho: It releases water as it cuts. This removes the necessity to clean both the blade and the ingredient.

Ghost Chef: You've sure come up with something interesting. But this is just too far removed from traditional cooking methods… Hmm.

Ortho: Different tools shouldn't cause any deviation from the recipe, though… Or should I have used a knife?

Ghost Chef: Well, I guess for your case, you have to cook like that… So I'll make an exception this time.

Ortho: Yay～! Okay then, I'm ready for the next part of the class!

Ortho: ―Activating Heat Sensor Camera. Calculating the temperature of the stir-fried onions… 38.2°C. Current temperature is 41°C lower than last measurement.

Ortho: According to my database, the best temperature range to continue cooking at after letting the dish simmer down is between 38～44°C. Chef, can we continue with the next step?

Ghost Chef: Sure, that's fine. So, next, take the ground meat, onions, and spices to form your hamburgers.

Ortho: Understood! ―Executing Command: Deploy Hand-Coating Gloves.

Ghost Chef: Woah! And now suddenly there are gloves attached to your hands. Is this another one of your technological applications?

Ortho: I'm using something similar to shrink wrap for this. It'd be pretty tough to do maintenance if my joints got dirtied.

Ghost Chef: Ah, that I can understand. It's just like how it's troublesome to have to wash everything that climbed up inside of an eggbeater.

Ortho: I thought as much. In the future, I'd like to equip some functions that would handle this effectively, but… This time, I want to try to knead it by hand

Ghost Chef: And why is that?

Ortho: It sounds like when my brother took this course, he didn't like this specific task.

Ortho: So I thought it'd be good to know the source of his stress, so I could factor that into the eventual kneading function…

[squish…]

Ortho: Hmm, maybe he didn't like how it felt when he touched it? Probably means if I can automate this task, everything'll be solved!

Ghost Chef: Sounds like you've figured out your answer, Ortho-kun.

Ghost Chef: By the way, your brother is Idia-kun, right? Has he changed at all since taking the course?

Ortho: Hmm, I don't think anything changed. He still doesn't really care about food at all…

Ortho: …Oh yeah! Maybe I can use this Cooking Gear to help improve his eating habits.

Ghost Chef: Eh!? You made all these functions without actually knowing what you'd use it for in the first place?

Ortho: Ehehe, so actually… I just made this because I wanted to "win at cooking!" So I didn't really have a particular use for it in mind.

Ghost Chef: Well, I guess that's a good enough reason to start. Also, even if it is an afterthought, I'm glad that you have a goal to strive for now.

Ortho: Yeah. Alright… Now I have to start improving this gear so I can make food that my brother'll want to eat!

[Kitchen]

Master Chef ― Ortho Version ～Let’s Make Loco Moco 2～

Ghost Chef: While we wait for the hamburger to cook, you can prepare the toppings. We'll garnish with cabbage and mini tomatoes for this dish.

Ghost Chef: The cabbage needs to be shredded, so… Are you able to adjust your cutting size in 0.1mm increments?

Ortho: By design, I should be able to. I would like to test it for myself, so could you tell me the specific size you're looking for?

Ghost Chef: Then, if you can, slice at 1.6mm.

Ortho: Got it!

Ortho: ―Executing command: "Target ingredient: Cabbage / Processing Method: Slice / Thickness Configuration: 1.6mm"

Ghost Chef: Woooah, very good! It was surprising when I first saw all this, but now it's really nice to see how quick and accurately you can cut.

Ortho: Simple tasks like these are a machine's strong point, after all! …Okay, I'm done! I wonder how the hamburger is coming along?

Ortho: ―Activating Heat Sensor Camera. Frying pan is holding steady at 16°C. Hamburger internal temperature: 34.5°C.

Ghost Chef: That's a pretty handy function, too. You don't need to take the lid off the frying pan to check how it's cooking, so there's no drop in temperature.

Ghost Chef: …Ah, oops. I let myself get a little too distracted watching your really neat functions.

Ghost Chef: Normally, it would take more time to prepare the toppings, but you're moving along smoothly.

Ortho: Ah! Then, while we wait for the hamburger to cook, can you explain to me more about the toppings?

Ortho: Cause toppings are kind of like power-ups from a video game, right? You don't really need them but it's better to have them.

Ortho: That's why I bet if I could know which toppings are the most filling, I could make my cooking even more efficient.

Ghost Chef: Hmm, that's a difficult question. It can vary depending on what you have on hand, and what you feel like using.

Ghost Chef: For example, I wanted to make sure there was nutritional balance, so this dish uses vegetables as a topping.

Ortho: If we were to remove the vegetables from this recipe… The vitamin intake would be reduced by 75%. It really would lose that nutritional balance.

Ghost Chef: In the past, I would serve it as a salad on the side, but there were so many kids who wouldn't even touch it, because they didn't want veggies.

Ortho: I get it, you revised the process fundamentally to help resolve your problem. I think that's a very reasonable method.

Ghost Chef: Haha, thank you. Yes, I'm glad I changed it up like this.

Ortho: Changes, hm… If I want to be able to add that as a possible function to the Cooking Gear, I'll have to gather a lot more data.

Ortho: If I can learn to swap out ingredients, it might help in dealing with my brother's bad eating habits.

Ortho: The more I learn about cooking, the more I can see all sorts of possible challenges, just like in a video game.

Ortho: ―And finally, I set the egg on top… Done! It's made to look like the dish I saw as the top hit in an image search.

Ghost Chef: Nice, you've plated it so beautifully and deliciously. I guess it's time for you to take it to the judging venue, then.

Ortho: Okay! I can't wait to see how the judge will react～

[Cafeteria – Judging Venue]

Leona: Ughh… What a pain. Why do I need to be a judge for this Master Chef thing…?

Ortho: Sorry to keep you waiting! Oh, I see you were the one to order this dish, then.

Ortho: Here you go, this is the Loco Moco you requested! Please, enjoy!

Ortho: I want to use your assessment of the dish to help improve my Cooking Gear, so please be as candid as possible.

Leona: …Hey. Why're there vegetables in this loco moco? There wasn't any last time I ordered it.

Ortho: I heard this was a change made to help people eat their veggies. Great, right?

Leona: …Tch, way to do something completely unnecessary.

[bite, chew, chew, chew…]

Ortho: I followed the recipe exactly as it was written, so there shouldn't be any issues with the flavor… What do you think?

Leona: The hamburger and the gravy sauce taste fine. But because of all the veggies you threw in there, it shouldn't even get a single point.

Ortho: Ehhh, why!? I made sure to follow the recipe and throw in the right amount, size, and cooking time for all the ingredients!

Leona: Why should I care? All that matters is the judge's opinion, yeah? The recipe means nothin' if it don't suit my taste.

Ortho: …So without considering any of the general judging criteria, this dish "doesn't taste good" to you?

Leona: Basically. But hey, maybe you coulda gotten high marks if you'd just left the veg out like it's always been made.

Ortho: By adding the vegetables, it gave the dish a better nutritional balance. But Leona-san would have preferred no vegetables…

Leona: Geez, can't believe you'd just ruin a good meal like that. Since the judging's over, I'm outta here.

Ortho: Ah, he left…  I can't really understand how someone could say a dish that satisfies nutritional needs "doesn't taste good."

Ghost Chef: Leona-kun must really hate vegetables, if he couldn't get past even this small addition.

Ortho: Ah, I should have asked why he hates vegetables to help me with figuring out how to change up recipes!

Ghost Chef: Ortho-kun… Are you actually happy with that result?

Ortho: Yes! The more data I can gather on any issues, the better I can improve my Cooking Gear!

Ghost Chef: Well, I guess I'm glad you're not sad after hearing that, but… Why does that make you that excited?

Ortho: Leona-san was already unhappy with the dish even before tasting it. That means he had already decided it wouldn't taste good just from looking at it.

Ortho: The challenge rating just shot up, now that I have to keep an eye on visual aesthetics, taste and nutrition… Of course that gets me super pumped up!

Ortho: I might be a long way away from being able to tackle my brother's bad eating habits, but… I'll definitely do my best to make my Cooking Gear even better!

Requested by Anonymous.

[the-unconquered-queen]

For ongoing series, they count as completed if you're up to date, but it's up to you if you want to include a series' shorts/extras (like holiday specials) or not for 'completed'. (So, for example, if you've read the one available chapter of The Deadliest Gambit, then you've "completed" The Deadliest Game, but you decide whether you consider The Nanny Affair as completed if you haven't read The Dalton Affair.)

Full list under cut because why not, but you can just vote for an approximation/your best guess if you'd rather.

(In short, spin-offs like RoE/TRR and HSS/HSS:CA are each counted as their own separate series, TRR/TRH/TRF are all counted as one series, and finally ILitW/ILB and Untameable/Unbridled are counted as the same series respectively)

Series listed in the alphabetical order of the Choices library: A (1) Across the Void, (2) Alpha, (3) America's Most Eligible, (4) A Very Scandalous Proposal;

B (5) Baby Bump, (6) Bachelorette Party, (7) Big Sky Country, (8) The Billionaire's Baby, (9) Blades of Light and Shadow, (10) Bloodbound;

C (11) Crimes of Passion, (12) The Crown & the Flame, (13) A Courtesan of Rome, (14) The Cursed Heart;

D (15) The Deadliest Game, (16) Desire & Decorum, (17) Dirty Little Secrets, (18) Distant Shores, (19) The Duchess Affair;

E (20) The Elementalists, (21) Endless Summer;

F (22) First Comes Love, (23) Foreign Affairs, (24) The Freshman;

G (25) Getaway Girls, (26) Guarded, (27) Guinevere;

H (28) The Haunting of Braidwood Manor, (29) The Heist: Monaco, (30) Hero, (31) High School Story, (32) High School Story: Class Act, (33) Home for the Holidays, (34) Hot Couture, (35) Hot Shot;

I (36) Immortal Desires, (37) It Lives;

K (38) Kindred, (39) Kiss of Death;

L (40) Laws of Attraction, (41) Lovehacks;

M (42) Most Wanted, (43) Mother of the Year, (44) Ms. Match, (45) Murder at Homecoming, (46) My Two First Loves;

N (47) The Nanny Affair, (48) Nightbound;

O (49) Open Heart;

P (50) Passport to Romance, (51) Perfect Match, (52) The Phantom Agent, (53) The Princess Swap;

Q (54) Queen B;

R (55) Red Carpet Diaries, (56) Ride-or-Die, (57) Rising Tides, (58) Roommates with Benefits, (59) The Royal Masquerade, (60) The Royal Romance, (61) Rules of Engagement;

S (62) Save the Date, (63) Ship of Dreams, (64) Shipwrecked, (65) Slow Burn, (66) Sunkissed, (67) Surrender;

U (68) The Unexpected Heiress, (69) Untameable;

V (70) Veil of Secrets, (71) Villainous Valentine;

W (72) Wake the Dead, (73) Wishful Thinking, (74) With Every Heartbeat, (75) Witness, (76) Wolf Bride

[compneuropapers]

Interesting Papers for Week 47, 2024

The neural basis of swap errors in working memory. Alleman, M., Panichello, M., Buschman, T. J., & Johnston, W. J. (2024). Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences, 121(33), e2401032121.

Brain region–specific action of ketamine as a rapid antidepressant. Chen, M., Ma, S., Liu, H., Dong, Y., Tang, J., Ni, Z., … Hu, H. (2024). Science, 385(6709).

Predictive sequence learning in the hippocampal formation. Chen, Y., Zhang, H., Cameron, M., & Sejnowski, T. (2024). Neuron, 112(15), 2645-2658.e4.

A neural circuit architecture for rapid learning in goal-directed navigation. Dan, C., Hulse, B. K., Kappagantula, R., Jayaraman, V., & Hermundstad, A. M. (2024). Neuron, 112(15), 2581-2599.e23.

The Consolidation of Newly Learned Movements Depends upon the Somatosensory Cortex in Humans. Ebrahimi, S., van der Voort, B., & Ostry, D. J. (2024). Journal of Neuroscience, 44(32), e0629242024.

The effect of noninstrumental information on reward learning. Embrey, J. R., Li, A. X., Liew, S. X., & Newell, B. R. (2024). Memory & Cognition, 52(5), 1210–1227.

Closed-loop microstimulations of the orbitofrontal cortex during real-life gaze interaction enhance dynamic social attention. Fan, S., Dal Monte, O., Nair, A. R., Fagan, N. A., & Chang, S. W. C. (2024). Neuron, 112(15), 2631-2644.e6.

Attentional selection and communication through coherence: Scope and limitations. Greenwood, P. E., & Ward, L. M. (2024). PLOS Computational Biology, 20(8), e1011431.

Complexity of mental geometry for 3D pose perception. Guo, C., Maruya, A., & Zaidi, Q. (2024). Vision Research, 222, 108438.

Dynamic assemblies of parvalbumin interneurons in brain oscillations. Huang, Y.-C., Chen, H.-C., Lin, Y.-T., Lin, S.-T., Zheng, Q., Abdelfattah, A. S., … Chen, T.-W. (2024). Neuron, 112(15), 2600-2613.e5.

Selective reactivation of value- and place-dependent information during sharp-wave ripples in the intermediate and dorsal hippocampus. Jin, S.-W., Ha, H.-S., & Lee, I. (2024). Science Advances, 10(32).

Cell-class-specific electric field entrainment of neural activity. Lee, S. Y., Kozalakis, K., Baftizadeh, F., Campagnola, L., Jarsky, T., Koch, C., & Anastassiou, C. A. (2024). Neuron, 112(15), 2614-2630.e5.

The critical dynamics of hippocampal seizures. Lepeu, G., van Maren, E., Slabeva, K., Friedrichs-Maeder, C., Fuchs, M., Z’Graggen, W. J., … Baud, M. O. (2024). Nature Communications, 15, 6945.

The cortical amygdala consolidates a socially transmitted long-term memory. Liu, Z., Sun, W., Ng, Y. H., Dong, H., Quake, S. R., & Südhof, T. C. (2024). Nature, 632(8024), 366–374.

Signatures of Bayesian inference emerge from energy-efficient synapses. Malkin, J., O’Donnell, C., Houghton, C. J., & Aitchison, L. (2024). eLife, 12, e92595.3.

Neurodynamical Computing at the Information Boundaries of Intelligent Systems. Monaco, J. D., & Hwang, G. M. (2024). Cognitive Computation, 16(5), 1–13.

A general model unifying the adaptive, transient and sustained properties of ON and OFF auditory neural responses. Rançon, U., Masquelier, T., & Cottereau, B. R. (2024). PLOS Computational Biology, 20(8), e1012288.

The right posterior parietal cortex mediates spatial reorienting of attentional choice bias. Sengupta, A., Banerjee, S., Ganesh, S., Grover, S., & Sridharan, D. (2024). Nature Communications, 15, 6938.

Upper bounds for integrated information. Zaeemzadeh, A., & Tononi, G. (2024). PLOS Computational Biology, 20(8), e1012323.

Integration of history information Drives Serial Dependence and Stabilizes Working Memory Representations. Zhang, Z., & Lewis-Peacock, J. A. (2024). Journal of Neuroscience, 44(32), e2399232024.

[ink-stained-clouds]

hi!! what are some of your favorite readings, books, essays, articles, etc on sociology? i’d love to maybe see what class readings you’re doing

Hi anon!

I have a whole bunch of recommendations, no books, unfortunately. Actually, scratch that, I have one but it's actually a history book! I found it to be sociologically fascinating, though. It's The Origins of the Modern World by Robert B. Marks. It's a really interesting take on decolonizing the study of history and our understanding of how the west became the global superpower

To be honest, I don't know what book chapters I was reading for my theory class, our professor only sent us pdf scans. If you're interested in the philosophic origins of sociology, I am happy to try to hunt down the reference for you. Personally, I'm not a big philosophy fan so I can't speak to how good it was lol

Scholarly articles

Clover, Carol J. 1987. “Her Body, Himself: Gender in the Slasher Film.” Representations, 20: 187-228. doi: https://doi.org/10.2307/2928507.

Sowles, Shaina J., Monique McLeary, Allison Optican, Elizabeth Cahn, Melissa J. Krauss, Ellen E. Fitzsimmons-Craft, Denise E. Wilfley, and Patricia A. Cavazos-Rehg. 2018. “A content analysis of an online pro-eating disorder community on Reddit.” Body Image, 24: 137-144. doi: 10.1016/j.bodyim.2018.01.001.

Berbrier, Mitch. 1999. “Impression Management for the Thinking Racist: A Case Study of Intellectualization as Stigma Transformation in Contemporary White Supremacist Discourse.” The Sociological Quarterly, 40(3): 411-433.

Kwate, Naa Oyo A. 2008. “Fried chicken and fresh apples: Racial segregation as a fundamental cause of fast food density in black neighborhoods.” Health & Place, 14(1): 32-44. doi: https://doi.org/10.1016/j.healthplace.2007.04.001. (I read this one in a class years ago and it's always stuck with me, highly recommend)

Snow, David A. and Leon Anderson. 1987. “Identity Work Among the Homeless: The Verbal Construction and Avowal of Personal Identities.” American Journal of Sociology, 92(6): 1336-1371. Doi: 10.1086/228668. (a really interesting application of identity work, which is one of my favorite sociological frameworks)

West, Candace and Don H. Zimmerman. 1987. “Doing Gender.” Gender and Society, 1(2): 125-151. doi: https://www.jstor.org/stable/189945. (a classic! essential sociological reading, you may have come across it already)

Non-scholarly articles and essays (that are all very sociological in my opinion)

Being an Honorary White Person Doesn't Make Us More Powerful

How the '5-Minute-Face' Became the $5,000 Face

Why We Should Talk About What Kyrsten Sinema Is Wearing (Tressie McMillan Cottom is a phenomenal sociologist! I recommend all her writing)

Selfies, Surgeries, And Self-Loathing: Inside the Facetune Epidemic

“ain’t i a woman?” on the irony of trans-exclusion by black and african feminists (one of my personal favorites)

Poor People Deserve To Taste Something Other Than Shame (I return to this one often)

Violent Delights (a really interesting commentary on the cultural fascination with true crime)

Podcasts

Sage Sociology

Give Theory a Chance

Maintenance Phase (not technically sociology but very sociological in my opinion)

Unfortunately, I don't really have any books to recommend but if anyone else does I'd love to get some recs too!

I also try to post a round-up of all my reads under my monthly reads tag if you're looking for more suggestions, though it seems I haven't been particularly consistent ope

Thank you for the ask, anon. It was fun going through my notes and finding all these!! Please feel free to reach out with any recommendations of your own :)

[mondaymelon]

MELONEMOENLONEMLONEMealon = meal on me = need to pee

12 24 42 44 50 FOR THE ASSK GAME‼️😨😋🤭

im just gonna casually ignore whatever you said in that first sentence and !! carry on !!!

silly ask game!!!!

12. what kind of day is it?

right now... honestly. not bad? its a friday which means i dont have to be silly wake up tomorrow and then immediately fall back asleep while my alarms are still blaring teehee <33 i did smth silly today and got extra credit in one of my classes for a "pRoblEm evEN SeNiorS woUlDnT bE AblE to SOlve."

literally just calculating bmr for a certain dude whos blabalbla without a calculator and my teacher said i was the most accurate answer of the day ( little does he know that those mere words have increased my self worth by a whopping two cookies )

24. if we were together on a rooftop, what would be doing?

i mean it dependsss... are we trespassing? is it like those highschools in shojo manga where there's like a open air little romantic space where the leads take a break from the world?? am i hanging over the railings trying to catch a pigeon so i can roast it and are you screaming or dead silent or dying ?? who knows lmao

42. an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?

...w-wattpad.... i swear ive drained every fandom dry of its good fanfic the amount of 10 and 11 year olds on the platform writing x readers is something else. although i mean i cant really complain on them because there are like... fanfic drafts from six years ago for characters from bhna just rotting in my school google drive... 😭😭 i actually get so much whiplash from the content on there because i swear the ff are either "ew what the fuck," "no thank you," "holy shit that is horrendous do you not know what punctuation is?" or "goddamn holy fucking shit for the love of everything that is good holy and true that was the most beautiful thing i have ever witnessed in my life and i will now proceed to read its thirty hours of content with all the will to live i have left in me" there is no inbetween. ( im getting so desperate for good ff too. like please does anyone have wattpad jjk recs... preferably m or gn reader.. ive literally taken the jjk wattpad fandom and wrung it dry of all content istg )

( jokes aside do i have the tism because both my best friend and my brother have commented on it and i am. trembling in my boots. 😨)

44. you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

myself

hrrmmm now we got to t h i n k here we have to use this pass wisely we have to be sm ar t. about this. this is not an everyday opportunity. like it depends on the specifics yk, if i kill elon musk and loot his corpse of his riches will the government condemn me for it or can i just live like a king on the top floor of my mansion skyscraper at midnight tastefully sipping a fine glass of red wine ( legallly i cannot but as a rich person i can ) as the lights of the city sparkle below?

50. can i tag you in random stuff?

you better. ( threat. )

[engineer-gunzelpunk]

Heavy Harry And The Three Railway Engines (Red And Black Steam On Southern Metals, CW: Some coarse language)

This next one was actually the first RWS-type story outside of Sodor I ever wrote featuring my VR OCs. I was obsessed with the idea that the RWS books did exist within the Island Of Sodor, which is not an uncommon idea in the fandom...

But I don't think anyone did a story where locomotives outside of Sodor and existing in the same reality as Sodor actually read the RWS.

Heavy Harry And The Three Railway Engines

Newport Locomotive Depot and Works, late December 1950

The mighty VR H-Class Pocono H220 “Heavy Harry” has settled in his shed for the night. He has an express passenger train tomorrow to the border town of Albury all the way in New South Wales, the next state over across the Murray River, and needs plenty of rest. He is the largest locomotive built locally in Australia and the largest non-articulated loco in the Southern Hemisphere.

Somehow, it doesn’t really go to his head, probably because he pulls a lot of goods trains as well, overnights to Albury and back (VR seems to give everyone plenty of mixed work, not even the snooty S-classes are above pulling goods trains every now and again). It gives him ample opportunity to show his strength, for no other class of locomotive in Australia is stronger than he.

He is dark and shining in his majesty, painted in standard VR all-black; the imported American bar frames upon which his whole being is built, the pilot out the front and enormous smoke deflectors give him a proud and armored look.

Unlike the suave, stylish S-class Pacifics who are the lords of the fleet; who hid all their machinery under dark blue and gold streamlining, he unabashedly shows off his rugged mechanical lumps and bumps. He needs to be rugged if he is to mount the 1-50 and 1-44 inclines of the North Eastern Line on a daily basis, such as his purpose.

Near him is in the next berth the old fashioned, black VR A2 4-6-0 No 986 “Pluto”, who also pulls passengers, though not as often these days. He’s an older fellow that plays the doddering old man, but he’s sharp and cunning and won’t hesitate to take the piss out of anyone who he thinks is stupid.

“Your driver is coming to tuck you in and give you a kiss, Har’! Has he got a glass of warm milk?” giggles Pluto.

“He might be coming to change your adult nappy, Pluto!” snickers Harry.

“He’d better be dressed all sexy-like in a nurse outfit if he’s going to do that! Give me a sponge bath too! That’d make my night!”

They’re both laughing like crazy by the time Harry’s driver reaches them.

“Ready for bed?” his voice echoes.

“Just settling in, Driver…” says Harry

“Have a squiz at this!” His driver cheerfully, and shows him a tiny yellow book, The Three Railway Engines, “Just published! I bought it to read to me kids! I thought it would be fun to show you, Har’.”

Harry was curious at the little book.

“They have living locomotives in Britain as well?”

“Of course they do!… We’re not the only living ones out there! Its impossible!” barks Pluto.

Driver carefully reads the simple stories and shows up the pictures in front of Harry so he can appreciate them. Their faces are grey, like that of the Australian locomotives, but their classes and types are difficult to discern from the artwork.

Pluto listens in with interest.

“Blimey, Gordon is such a limp prick!” exclaims Pluto.

“That hill looks pissy as! Surely the A3 can’t be as great as they say if it struggles on a little hillock!.. “ snickers Harry.

They go to the next story.

“Pluto, there’s a 4-6-0 in this book!” exclaims Harry.

“Good for him! I hope he’s as splendid as me…” puffs Pluto, then suddenly the sound of snoring came from that berth.

“Heh! Old coot!”

They continue reading the stories.

After finishing the book, Driver asks “What do you think, Har’?”

“I’m not sure…”, Harry is a little uneasy.

“Whats the matter, boy? Don’t you like it?”.

Harry kept flickering his eyes to the side.

“I don’t like the story of Henry getting shut up in a tunnel… I don’t think he deserved his punishment…”, he looks down towards his bufferless footplate.

“He sure deserved his punishment! What a princess! Imagine stalling cuz you’re afraid of a few drops of rain? What a total pillock!” he laughed.

Driver thought it was very funny, but Harry didn’t think so.

“Sir, would you like it if the coppers threw you in jail because you went on strike over something?” he said with uncharacteristic solemnity.

Driver frowned at the realisation. He had joined the strike that year and Harry had struck a nerve.

“Have you been talking to one of the Communist locos, Har’?”

“No! Why? Didn’t you join the enginemen’s strike too? The one we locomotives wholeheartedly supported? And it made things better for everyone? Because that the promises that fucking terrible Pig Iron Bob bloke made didn't come true? ”

“Fair point, Harry… but striking for better pay and conditions is one thing… being silly over paint is another…”

“How do we know he’s being silly over paint? Just because the author said so?

'The stupid newspapers said you were all Communists or puppets of Communists! The other drivers were complaining about it!

‘They made the locos so silly-looking too! Like kiddies and children’s toys! Do they really look this silly in England?” grunted Harry.

“I don’t think these are meant to be literal, Harry…I mean, the paintings aren’t the most accurate depictions of locomotive types.. you can’t even see what classes they’re supposed to be…I mean, Henry’s a 4-6-0 in one picture and a Pacific in another!”

“Pacifics! Feh! Wankers!” yelled Pluto in his sleep ,“Too good for pulling goods eh? Why I oughta take them by the scruff and rub their noses in boiler sludge! ...” , snoring resumes.

“Do you think the Thin Commissioner would come down personally if one of us were to stall in a tunnel just to yell at the passengers, have them try to pull a 200-tonne locomotive with full consist, then lose his temper and brick it up?” asked Harry.

“No, Harry, that would be silly and absurd. But in the book, the Fat Controller is on the train… but I do get your point...”

“That Fat Controller must be a child, if his solution to Henry being silly in a tunnel is to brick him up and leave him there. The board of directors must have been spitting chips at that!”

Driver shrugged, “They’re just stories in a book, Harry. Not a thing to get upset over… I must admit now that you bring it up, it is a bit stupid in the way they seem to run it, leaving a perfectly good engine in his shed… then sending a wholly unsuitable locomotive to do a goods run on a steep hill… then bricking up another one in a tunnel...”

“Anyway Har’, best not think about it too hard… big journey tomorrow! Nighty night!”

Just stories… Harry thought.

And he put his discomfort away, and tried to get some sleep even though Pluto snored like it was going out of fashion.

Here are a couple of true events referred to for context:

Previous to the events of the story, there had been a major strike by the enginemen of the VR for better pay and conditions. Things that were promised to them when the war ended were not given to them. They were exhausted and a lot of the locomotives were in terrible shape because no one could afford to maintain them as often as they should. The railway workers union AFULE called a major strike which lasted for 55 days, and most of their demands were met by the VR.

The "Pig Iron Bob" referred to in the story is Sir Robert Menzies, the arch-Conservative Prime Minister of Australia at the time of the story. He was infamous as Attorney General for letting the sale of raw iron to the Empire of Japan even as it was clear they were allied with the Nazis and were committing atrocities all across Asia, such as the Massacre of Nanking.

The unions and every right-thinking Australian hated this and they refused to load iron on ships bound for Japan:

[bobbiworks]

Beyond the Bell's Chimes | Part 44

The weather was a downpour. It had been raining all weekend, and it didn't seem to have plans to stop for the entire month. The students had grown tired of the gloomy, wet weather, and it was affecting their health the most.

"Dad, are you sure you're going to drive in this weather? It's too dangerous. And Woojae's class is also canceled," Jiwoo said while preparing breakfast for them. Woojae had just come downstairs after wearing his uniform, and her mom was fixing their clothes. Things had changed over time in her family. As the fact that Jiwoo was going to college very soon, her parents had become worried about the expenses. Her mom had grown ill as well, with constant pain in her back, and had to stop baking for her uncle's cafe. It was only then her dad became the main provider of the household. Although Jiwoo was saving up for her college by working part-time, it wasn't enough to keep her parents feeling relieved.

"It'll be fine. It'll cost a lot if I ride the taxi," Mr. Shim said while reading the newspaper. "I can't skip a day because I am applying for a promotion. When I get it, we won't worry about your college." He smiled, giving Jiwoo assurance.

"But you know, I can apply for a scholarship," she said sternly. "A local college will do, dad. I need not go to a prestigious school in the city…"

"Jiwoo, we already talked about this," her mom said gently. "We want you to shine. Going to a local college won't give you enough opportunities than those famous ones. You don't have to worry about the expenses, okay? Your dad and I are doing our best."

"Fine," Jiwoo sighed in defeat. "But it won't stop me from working part-time, okay? I can manage it all. I can help pay for Woojae's school fees."

"Save it," her dad said. "It's yours. Don't make us feel that we are lacking." He said, and Jiwoo exactly knew what he meant.

"Alright. But be careful in driving!" She warned him as her dad was getting ready to leave. She felt anxious that she decided to just grab some sandwiches and followed him behind. "Can I join you then?"

"Have you eaten breakfast?" Her dad asked.

"I can eat on the way, dad. Besides, Woojae can eat by himself. Right, mom?" Jiwoo asked, earning a nod from her mom. "I'll go with dad. I'll be back at 8 tonight." She said and went to the garage to get in the car.

The rain was heavy, and she wondered why the government hadn't announced anything about the bad weather. She wondered if people actually went to school despite the danger it gives traveling on the road. Jiwoo was riding in the front passenger seat, securing herself with a seatbelt and also making sure that her dad was following basic rules.

"Jeez, this is going to be difficult," he said as he slowly drove the car out of their garage. He was slowly driving the car out of the neighborhood. He could barely see what was in front, but he was sure nothing was on their way. "I should take the other exit to get to your school real quick."

"Okay, dad. I am watching on this side. Just drive slowly," she said. She didn't like what she was currently feeling. Her dad was a good driver, careful the most, but despite how good her dad was, how much he prioritized safe driving, there would be other people who would recklessly drive on the road, causing havoc to the other vehicles.

"Dad, I have a bad feeling. Can we just go home? I can call my teacher about the weather," she said as he reached for his arm, though they were almost at her school.

"We are almost there," he assured her, and he was right. It didn't take long before they finally reached the school gates, but they noticed that the students were running outside instead of going in. She then spotted Eunseok walking out of the school gates alone. His shoulders were drenched, his pants were wet up to his knees. "Dad, wait!" she said and pulled down the car window and called Eunseok.

"Eunseok-oppa!" Jiwoo called. It took her a few tries before Eunseok heard her faint voice and turned to his right. His face lit up when he saw her and carefully walked towards her. "What's going on? Why is everybody outside?"

"Didn't you hear? School is canceled for the meantime. There is a big typhoon coming," he said, and just as he mentioned it, a strong wind blew towards them, causing his umbrella to break and fly away. The rain had become thick and strong that Eunseok almost instantly got drenched.

Jiwoo immediately opened the car door and pulled Eunseok inside to keep him safe, and he quickly locked the door. "Dad, can we go back home?" she asked, and her dad immediately started the engine and drove back home. They were glad that their neighborhood had a lot of shortcuts to avoid the traffic, and they arrived home in no time.

Jiwoo's dad went to call in at his work, telling his boss that he couldn't make it because of the weather. He sounded dismayed about it, but the weather was too strong that he could only think of protecting his family for now. Eunseok was with them, quietly standing by the door, waiting for Jiwoo to bring him a dry towel. When she came back, she ushered him to Woojae's room to keep warm for a while as she looked for her dad's clothes that could fit him. Eunseok looked around the room and saw photos of Jiwoo and her brother all plastered on the wall. He even noticed the photo of Woojae and Wonbin hanging out in their house.

"I am sorry; my dad's quite big," Jiwoo came back with her dad's unused shirt and pants. "You can leave your clothes in the basket, and I'll dry them out." She smiled.

"No, it's okay. I can just call my driver to pick me up," Eunseok said as he tried to get up, but Jiwoo frowned at him, making him sit back.

"You could have called your driver before you walked out of the school," she said, causing Eunseok to realize his mistake. He apologized and humbly took her father's clothes and got up. "Is the bathroom this way?" He asked, and Jiwoo nodded, reminding him of his wet clothes.

Eunseok came out wearing Jiwoo's dad's clothes, a towel on his head as he continued to dry it. He saw Jiwoo leave her brother's room with the basket filled with Eunseok's clothes. He quietly followed her to the laundry area, where they passed by the kitchen. Her mom was cooking something, while her father was in his office just across the living room, and her brother was busy watching cartoons. Though he noticed them all, he found himself following Jiwoo still as she quietly did a chore so naturally with her hair tied in a messy bun. She had changed into her comfortable clothes with unmatched socks. Eunseok smiled, amused, as he could watch her forever.

Then he felt a tug on his shirt and looked down to see her brother holding onto the hem of his shirt. "Are you noona's new boyfriend?" Woojae asked, making Eunseok confused a bit before he crouched down to pick up the kid.

He smiled and tapped Woojae's nose and shook his head, answering the boy's question. "I am just a friend," he said.

"Woojae! Why are you making him carry you? You are already big to be carried on." Jiwoo saw the two and began to speak loudly, startling Eunseok as he quickly put Woojae down. She sighed, "Why are you here? Go sit at the dining table, oppa." She said as she tugged his arm, dragging him to the table. "I am washing your clothes and it will take half an hour to finish so wait here as I make you something to eat. Have you eaten?" She asked.

"Well, what time is it now?" He asked and saw the wall clock to only see it was only eight in the morning. "Jeez, it hasn't been that long." He sighed but suddenly sneezed. He was shocked to do that; he rarely gets sick in his life, that he even looked at Jiwoo in shock, unable to believe that he just sneezed. "I think I am human."

Jiwoo chuckled, her brows furrowed not understanding what he meant by being human. "Are you saying that you are human because you are sick?" She asked, casually placing her hand on his forehead and compared it to hers. "Hmm, you are quite feverish." She said as she pulled away, "You don't mind if I make you some porridge, do you?" She asked.

"It's okay. I can really just call my driver—" Eunseok said but then was cut off by her dad who came to the dining room to give her a basket of vegetables he pulled out from their mini garden. "I won't decline if I were you," He told Eunseok, then whispered. "Just let her be." He said and left.

"Dad, what are you talking about?" Jiwoo frowned and turned to Eunseok, who was unsure of what to do in that moment. She then poured him some citrus tea that she made earlier to keep her warm from the rain. "Here, drink this to warm up. It'll take time to finish cooking. You can take a nap if you want." Jiwoo said as she wore an apron. The sight was making Eunseok's heart race that he started to think that she was completely wife material.

"Woojae, can you be kind and lend him some pillows and a blanket from your room?" She asked Woojae across the living room. The boy did not respond; instead, he stood up and ran to his room. After a few minutes, he came back carrying two pillows and a blanket. He placed it on the couch. "Wow, thanks, Woojae. Why don't you go watch TV in my room instead, hmm? Noona's going to take care of her friend for a while."

"Can I go draw on your sketchpad?" He asked, and Jiwoo nodded.

"But, don't touch the unopened colored pens. Okay?" She said, and Woojae nodded excitedly. She then noticed Eunseok had been smiling at her the entire time. She raised a brow as she frowned at him, "What are you smiling at?"

"You are cute," Eunseok answered, making her blush with his sudden comment.

Jiwoo didn't want to be complimented any time of the day, so she dropped the knife she was holding and led him to the living room. "My parents are in their room, and Woojae will be sleeping in my room. We are not expecting any visitors in this weather, so get some rest until you recover," she said as she set the pillow on the couch. She made sure that the blankets were clean, then she quietly complimented her brother for bringing a clean one.

"It is just a cold," Eunseok insisted. "I am naturally healthy."

"Please don't be stubborn, oppa," she sighed. Eunseok noticed the slight change in her attitude, but he was thankful that she remained his friend. He was sure that his feelings for her never left; he just learned how to live with it without pursuing her.

"Okay, Jiwoo. I'll be good," he smiled as he laid on the couch comfortably. It was surprisingly warm as he wrapped himself in a blanket. Jiwoo tucked him in but went to check his temperature with a thermometer that she took from the medicine cabinet in the kitchen and placed it in his armpit. "Keep it still, and I'll check it in five minutes," she smiled and patted his chest before leaving to prepare the ingredients for the porridge.

The sound of the kitchen becoming alive made Eunseok smile as he watched the rain fall outside by the window. It was not his first time visiting Jiwoo's place. There were occasions when her friends would gather at her house from time to time, eat pizza, and play with Woojae, but going there alone was the first. Eunseok grew up in a big house, with parents who were attentive despite being strict; he grew up well, but Jiwoo's house was more than that. It was small yet cozy. "You know I still like you, right?" he confessed. He didn't want to sound serious, but it was true.

"Haha, very funny," Jiwoo replied, not taking it seriously while she chopped some carrots. "Do you like mushrooms?" she asked.

"Yes," he replied casually, burying himself in the warm covers.

"Can you check your temperature, oppa?" Jiwoo asked, quietly sneaking behind him as she watched him pull out the thermometer and read, "36.7 degrees.." he said, but she grabbed it from him, and it was actually 38 degrees Celsius.

"Tsk. Why do you sound okay?" she asked him as she walked back to the kitchen to fetch him a basin of cold water and a wet clean cloth. She came back and placed it on the floor before soaking the cloth wet and squeezed it dry as she gently dabbed it on his face and neck.

"Because I am a consistent man," Eunseok replied with a grim smile.

"Can't you be more serious?" she frowned. "You're running a fever, and you are making jokes, still?" She began to scold him, but the more she spoke, the more Eunseok's heart fluttered.

Eunseok chuckled, "Do you want me to act weak?" he asked, which made Jiwoo fall quiet, and she simply pressed the cold wet cloth on his face. She got up and went to continue preparing the porridge in the kitchen. Eunseok was wide awake, and it was the only time he could talk to Jiwoo without being bothered by Sungchan or Seunghan.

"Has he contacted you?" he suddenly asked, making Jiwoo pause for a bit. Another question about Wonbin. She was growing tired of the same question day by day.

"He has no reasons to contact me. I broke up with him so that he can live his best life," she explained, her tone was upsetting.

"Are you living your best life, then?" he asked. "Because, from what I can see, you are holding yourself… from everything," he added. "Well, I am not saying this because I like you, but I am saying this as a friend… and it is not only me who thinks that way."

"So how should I live then? I am not someone who can simply become adventurous to relieve this pain, or become spontaneous—"

"What I am trying to say is, move on," Eunseok said, this time he got a bit upset. It seemed like Jiwoo has become more pessimistic about life. "Or, if you miss him… try to contact him."

"Can you please stop talking about him?" Jiwoo's voice was loud yet faint that Eunseok got up when he heard a metal fall on the floor, thinking it was a knife and it could hurt her. He was so quick that it surprised Jiwoo, causing her to take a step back and almost fall, but Eunseok caught her hand and pulled her close to him. The moment was quick, yet it was so long for them as they both looked into each other's eyes.

"Are you okay?" Eunseok asked. Jiwoo immediately pushed him away and composed herself for a bit before she pushed him back onto the couch. "Seriously, are you okay?"

"Shut up," Jiwoo snapped. "Can you just get some rest? I can't finish cooking because you keep talking!"

"Fine," Eunseok sighed. He saw the tears in her eyes as she tried to cover it with her frown and cold attitude towards him. "I am really going to sleep," he said.

"Whatever," Jiwoo scoffed and continued to chop the vegetables. It didn't take long when Eunseok actually fell asleep on the couch, and he even snored so loud. She thought it was her dad, but her dad came out of his office to get some coffee and even pointed at Eunseok, who was sleeping sound.

"Did you tell your boss about him, dad?" Jiwoo asked, and her father shook his head sideways. He didn't want Eunseok's personal life to be involved in his work, as the boy had his freedom to do whatever he wanted to do. "Okay."

"I don't mean to pry, honey," her dad quietly spoke as he was reaching for the coffee grounds on the cupboard. "It's been a while since you dated. If you are lonely, why don't you start dating again?"

"Dad, we talked about this," she sighed. Her feelings for Wonbin didn't easily fade, as she was still thinking about him. "Only time will tell."

"Well, you have good guys lining up for you," her dad teased, making Jiwoo sigh in annoyance but thanking her dad for being supportive. Dating was never her priority after breaking up with Wonbin; besides, there were more important things to do than dating. She needed to get to the best university and earn a scholarship.

Eunseok woke up when he felt cold water dampening his face. He did not open his eyes, as he knew who it was, and he simply held her soft hand; her wrist was so small and fragile. "You're awake," Jiwoo's voice lingered in his senses that he could only hum as he placed her hand on his chest. If only he could make this moment longer until he was satisfied, but Jiwoo immediately pulled away.

"Your temperature has gone down," she added as she was washing the cloth once more with cold water to wipe his neck and hands. She was glad that Eunseok did not get sick for so long, but she was worried that the rain won't stop any time today, and he would probably be stranded in her humble house. She didn't want Eunseok to sleep on the couch, knowing his background. It could be uncomfortable. "I made chicken porridge," she smiled, "It is warm enough for you to eat," she said while preparing the meal on the coffee table.

Eunseok got up and sat on the floor as he stared at the meal she prepared. She could not remember the last time she cooked for him; it was always Wonbin or sometimes Seunghan who often visited her. Eunseok's eyes were quite puffy from his fever, but he sure has a lot of energy and can still move normally, unlike her, who gets entirely zombified if she was sick.

"I hope it is to your liking," she asked as she sat next to him, watching him scan the food.

"This is my first time tasting your food," Eunseok confessed, "That's why I am trying to take a picture with my mind before I eat it."

She sighed, "Just eat it." She tried to be annoyed, but deep inside, she was flustered.

"You sure you did not poison this?" he teased, and she did not say a word and grabbed the bowl from the table, but Eunseok immediately held it back as careful as he could, chuckling. "I'm kidding, I'm sorry. Okay?" he chuckled.

"You are so annoying," she huffed and let go of the bowl. Eunseok began to eat and complimented her cooking, which made her smile a bit.

"It's delicious. I've never had porridge in my entire life, so I am very happy to taste this," he smiled at her, not knowing that he had a rice grain in the corner of his right cheek. Jiwoo had the instinct to wipe it off with her thumb, only to realize that it was not Wonbin she was taking care of but Eunseok.

"Are you trying to make my heart flutter because you are doing great," Eunseok began to tease her once more. She was blushing profusely that she threw a pillow at him.

"The rain won't stop—" Jiwoo tried to divert his attention to the weather outside. "Are you going home in this weather?"

"Well, my parents will be worried if I don't come home," he replied as he was cleaning up his bowl. "I know you want to get rid of me as soon as possib—"

"It's not like that," Jiwoo cut him off. "It's just that it is dangerous outside to go out, and I have been anxious since this morning," she sighed, hugging her knees as she hid half of her face behind it.

"I don't want to abuse your family's kindness," he assured her.

"You can sleep in Woojae's room," Mrs. Shim was overhearing their conversation while she was stitching clothes in her husband's office.

"Mom," Jiwoo sighed, quite amused and annoyed at her parents' support when it comes to her love life.

"If that is okay," Eunseok smiled.

"Definitely, okay. Eunseok!" Mrs. Shim smiled, "If you want, you can give your parents a call before you stay, just in case they insist on having you home."

"Okay, Mrs. Shim," Eunseok smiled before turning to Jiwoo, who had no expressions on her face. She then gave him some tablets to help ease his fever for good. He took it all in one gulp and cleared it with warm water. He then sat back on the couch and was about to take the dishes back to the kitchen, but Jiwoo got on it first. He got up and took the dishes from her and gently pushed her aside, "Let me do the dishes. I can do it."

"You are sick, and you need to rest," she said, insisting on doing the chore.

"I can't stand not doing anything. Please?" he asked, and it took a few seconds for Jiwoo to let him be and went to the other side of the kitchen to wipe the dishes dry. "Is Seunghan planning something?" He suddenly asked, making Jiwoo confused about what he was meaning to say. "I mean, is he trying to make your friendship more than that?"

Jiwoo's face turned red as she instantly knew what Eunseok meant, and for once, she had never thought of seeing Seunghan more than just a friend. She loved Seunghan as a friend. "Why is it you are asking?"

"Because, I am going to win your heart," Eunseok said, the way he said those were so natural, without stutter, without a pause. He sounded like he has been thinking about it for so long.

"I told you, I don't like jokes like that." She said, Eunseok turned to her, a sweet smile plastered on his lips. "Ya, Song Eunseok!" She yelled.

He chuckled finding her adorable with her reaction, "Dropping honorifics while being embarrassed," He commented, "Cute." He said, and Jiwoo angrily walked out of the kitchen with her beet red face.

Later that night, the rain did not stop, and Eunseok had called his parents that he will be staying at a friend's house for the night and will be back in the morning. He was preparing Woojae's bed, pulling out the cushions to place on the floor as he could not fit in the boy's bed. The boy gave him some of his stuffed animals for Eunseok's comfort as the latter was patting the sheets smooth.

"Are you noona's boyfriend?" Woojae suddenly asked making Eunseok smile as he reached for the boy. Woojae was young, but he was a keen observer of his surroundings.

"I am your sister's friend," He answered gently.

"Do you like Jiwoo-noona?" The boy asked again, it made Eunseok bite his lips and nodded quietly. "Can you make her happy? I don't like noona when she is sad."

"Well, I'll do my best, but I think a friend of mine can make her happier," Eunseok explained, referring to Wonbin. "But I am not sure how,"

"Wonbin-hyung did not return for her. I don't want him. I want someone who is always here for noona." Woojae insisted, but his voice was loud that Jiwoo overheard their conversation from the other room that she marched to their door and yelled at him. "Ya! Shim Woojae! Stop talking this instant!" Woojae ran away almost immediately from the room leaving Eunseok and Jiwoo alone again.

"Please, don't take anything Woojae told you," She said, waving her hand dismissively. Eunseok got up and looked at her, as he could not get enough of looking at her with his heart fluttering like crazy. "He's just worried about me and all, after all, he's my brother–" Her words were stopped when he walks towards her and gently pat her head.

"You'll be alright, Jiwoo." He said with the most endearing smile, his eyes were soft as he looked at her with so much affection, if only he could let himself control his body, he would have hugged her, but he sure knew his boundaries.

"Of course, I am alright." She frowned.

"I wanted to hug you but," Eunseok spoke, holding himself from saying the rest of his words. Jiwoo's eyes were somehow anticipating his words but he could only feel sadness and exhaustion in it. She looked different from the first time he met her; she was fully of energy and hope. He smiled and continued to pat her head. "I want it to be special," He said.

"Whatever," She said and went to press her hand on his forehead. "It's almost gone," She said, "You'll be fine in the morning."

"I will," He smiled at her and took a step back. "You should go to your room now. I am going to rest."

"Okay, good night, Eunseok." She nodded and gently closed the door as she walked outside of the room. Eunseok sighed and gently dabbed his chest as he wasn't able to control his heart pounding hard inside since she came in. He looked down the floor and saw the bed calling for him.

[imperiumallaboveall]

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[simon-newman]

Rejoice! Or... not?

So. Because of reasons I stumbled onto the Trumpeter product update page yesterday and got a surprise Christmas gift.

They’re planning to release a 1/350 scale H-Class Battleship.

As in - one of the planned German Battleships for which Bismarck and Tirpitz were merely prototypes.

Truly impressive vessels - if they were ever built.

Along with Soyuz-Class and the HMS Sheffield (C24) it’s one of the kits I wished were made in that scale. And now one of the three is actually being made!

But... I can’t overlook one not-minor detail...

Triple gun mounts...

WHY!?

All the designs - while differing in caliber - are consistent in arming those battleships with the same kind of gun mounts as Bismarck and Tirpitz were.

Eight main guns in four double mounts. Even the truly monstrous, purely theoretical design of H-44 didn’t differ in that regard.

I’m currently looking into a way to display such ships while also protecting them from dust and were I to secure the appropriate kind of a shelf buying this model would be a must once it gets released.

With those inaccurate gun mounts however... I don’t know?

It’d require some extensive modifications or third party replacements in order to fix. Quite a bit of work if we consider it’s a complete kit - something which shouldn’t require such efforts.

[d13united]

 Synchronization Timescale for Hellion-Sarnan Binary System:

 Synchronization Timescale for Hellion-Sarnan Binary System: 4.551038964253281e-18 seconds. - Orbital Speed for Hellion: 127518.44551059765 m/s, Orbital Speed for Sarnan: 140949.72919194907 m/s. - Tidal Force on Hellion: 3.6269e-02 N, Gravitational Force on Hellion: 2.9439e+02 N, Tidal Force on Sarnan: 3.6296e-02 N, Gravitational Force on Sarnan: 2.9406e+02 N. - Semi-Major Axis of the Barycentric Orbit: 10240612.368513269 kilometers–10,240,612 kilometers. - Luminosity of system:6.8135x1026 W, statistical orbital entropy estimate of Sorbit ≈ 10^44 k. - Tidal power P_tide = 5.7 x 10^15 W, Tidal entropy flux:S_dot = 7.0 x 10^8 W/K. - Rotational kinetic energyE = 7.27x10^37 J, luminosity class= L=Main Sequence. - Total electromagnetic force between the Hellion and Sarnan: F_total ∼ 1025 N, magnitude of the angular momentum: |h| ~ 1052 kg m2/s. - Porb = 7.582315856878782e-07 years = 2.4 hours, Pcrit = 5.37e8 Pa. - Moment of Inertia (Hellion): Mass (M) = 2.148228 × 10^30 kg, Radius (R) = 6.99226 × 10^8 m, I = kMR^2, I = 0.4MR2 (for spherical homogeneous body), I = 0.4 * 2.148228×10^30 kg * (6.99226×10^8 m)2, I = 7.13×10^48 kg∙m2. - Rotational Kinetic Energy (Hellion): Moment of Inertia (I) = 7.13×10^48 kg∙m2, Angular velocity (ω) = 9.69×10-6 rad/s, T = 1/2 Iω^2, T = 1/2 * 7.13×10^48 kg∙m2 * (9.69×10-6 rad/s)2, T = 2.3096×10^36 J. - Specific orbital energy E = - (6.67x10-11 m3/kg/s2) * (2.148228 × 1030 kg) * (2.14751 × 1030 kg) / (2 * 1.024×1013 m), E = -1.21×1020 J. - Oblateness (Sarnan): Equatorial radius (R_e) = 6.49226×10^8 m, Polar radius (R_p) = 6.49226×10^8 m (assume spherical), Angular velocity (ω) = 1.19×10-5 rad/s, Mass (M) = 1.734228 × 10^30 kg, f = (1 - R_p/R_e) = ω^2R^3/GM, f = (1 - 1) * (1.19×10-5 rad/s)^2 * (6.49226×10^8 m)^3 / (6.67×10-11 m^3/kg/s^2 * 1.734228×10^30 kg), f = 2.005×10-6. - Oblateness (Hellion): Equatorial radius (R_e) = 6.99226×10^8 m, Polar radius (R_p) = 6.99226×10^8 m, Angular velocity (ω) = 9.69×10-6 rad/s, Mass (M) = 2.148228×10^30 kg, f = (1 - R_p/R_e) = ω^2R^3/GM, f = (1 - 1) * (9.69×10-6 rad/s)2 * (6.99226×10^8 m)3 / (6.67×10-11 m3/kg/s2 * 2.148228×10^30 kg), f = 1.612×10-6. - Moment of Inertia (Sarnan): Mass (M) = 2.14751 x 1030 kg , Radius (R) = 6.49226 × 10^8 m, I = 0.4MR2, I = 0.4 * 1.734228×10^30 kg * (6.49226×10^8 m)2, I = 5.964×10^48 kg∙m2. - Rotational Kinetic Energy (Sarnan): Moment of Inertia (I) = 5.964×10^48 kg∙m2, Angular velocity (ω) = 1.19×10-5 rad/s, T = 1/2 Iω^2, T = 1/2 * 5.964×10^48 kg∙m2 * (1.19×10-5 rad/s)2, T = 1.654×10^36 J.

[darkmaga-returns]

Peter Halligan

Oct 14, 2024

From here (h/t kerrylyn):

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0:43 Who Really Is Kamala Harris?

2:41 Kamala and Willie Brown

22:17 How Does Kamala Pronounce Her Name?

32:23 Kamala’s Crimes

45:03 How Has Kamala Changed?

47:44 Corporate Media Covering for Kamala’s Gaffes

49:46 Kamala Protecting Criminals

1:06:11 What Kind of Attorney General Was Kamala?

1:09:10 Kamala’s Hatred for the Pro-Life Movement and Free Speech

1:18:14 Who Is Kamala’s Husband Doug Emhoff?

1:30:47 Kamala’s “Minority” Status

1:39:03 Voters Don’t Like Kamala

1:44:59 What Happens If Kamala Wins?

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Chapter Three: The Pollywog

story: Midnight Rain wc: 1.5k jennifer spills the tea to wilhelmina on what happened between her and billy at the party. later, she teams up with dustin, his friends and newcomer, max mayfield as they all search for a slug her brother thought would impress someone he likes, causing problems between the students.

[a/n: all characters, plot, etc. are not mine. The only thing I own is my original character. credit to gif owner.]

{ October 31, 1984 }

When she comes back to her senses, Jennifer changes out of her costume and into something more comfortable when she hears the front door open. Peeking her head out, she sees Dustin sneaking in. He closes the door behind him before walking into the hallway until our mom calls out his name. 

“Dusty!” She shouts, getting up and walking towards him. “Dusty, how was it?” 

"H–how was what?” He stammered. 

“How was what? The greatest night of the year, of course.” 

“Oh. Oh, yeah,it was… it was, uh, tubular,” 

“What’s wrong with you?” 

“Nothing,” 

Jennifer knew and she stepped out, leaning against the house and folded her arms to her chest. 

“Did something happen?” 

“No. What? No.” 

“Are you constipated again?” Claudia asks as Jennifer snickers. “Jennifer, enough.” 

“No. Mom!” He shouts. 

“Okay, you’re acting weird.” 

“I am not acting weird.” 

Suddenly the trap in Dustin’s hand begins making noise, like something is inside. Jennifer and her mom, Claudia startle as her younger brother laughs nervously. Mews hisses, knowing something is wrong inside. 

“Awesome, right? Yeah… I rigged the trap with, uh, a motor to make it look like I caught a ghost. Just like the movie.” 

Jennifer shook her head before entering her room again, closing the door behind her as her mom and brother laughed nervously. Jennifer was curious as to what Dustin brought home, unsure if she should intervene. Ignoring it, the sleep takes over Jennifer as she falls into her bed and falls asleep, thinking about the kiss she had with steve. 

——

Jennifer gets to school as she steps out of her car and enters the school, passing by Billy as they keep walking, ignoring one another. She makes her way towards Billie, who is pulling books and a pack of cigarettes out of her locker, shoving them in her bag. Jennifer approaches her. 

“Hey, there’s, uh, something I want to tell you,”

“Okay, let’s go to the restroom.” 

Jennifer and Billie make their way into the bathroom, rushing into the large stall at the end and sitting in front of each other. Billie pulls out the pack of cigarettes and takes one out, putting it between her lips. Lighting it, she puts the lighter in her bag before blowing out the smoke towards Jennifer. 

“So, what did you want to tell me?” 

“Well, I went to Tina’s Halloween Bash and it was… a nightmare.”

“What happened?” 

“Well, I tried hitting second base with Billy but that didn’t happen, he left after we— well, when I was topless.” 

“Damn,” 

“But besides that shit. I am a keg queen.”

“Shit. I wished I were there to see it.” 

“Yeah, they counted to 44… more than Billy.” 

“How many did he have?”

“43,” 

“Wow, that’s my girl.”

Billie takes another hit before handing it off to Jennifer who takes in the cigarette before blowing out. 

“Anyway, I ran into Steve after catching Billy making out with some redhead.”

“Wait. You ran into Steve?”

“Yeah, and we had a moment. But we didn’t kiss. He did, however, took me to his house and I slept there.” 

“Ooh, naked?” 

“No,” Jennifer playfully smacks Billie’s arm. “I was in an oversized shirt, cause I puked and he slept on the floor while I slept in his bed.”

“Well, it sounds like things between you and Steve got a little better. But I still don’t like him.” 

“I know. But you might have to deal with it if we do start going out.”

——

Later after getting out of her third period class, Jennifer exits the building and overhears talking. The people are Steve and Nancy. Steve wears Hawkins basketball outfit and has a towel wrapped around his sweaty neck. Nancy wears a grey sweater with a grey jacket, dark blue jeans and black flats. She holds a book in one hand as a bag hangs on her shoulder. The conversation the teens were having a serious discussion. Jennifer didn’t want to eavesdrop but did anyway, listening to

“You remember going to Tina’s party last night, right?” 

“Yes.” 

“And then what?” 

“I remember dancing, and… spilling some punch. You got mad because I was drunk… and then you took me home.” 

Steve scoffs, throwing his towel off and fixes it before putting it around his neck again. 

“No, see, that’s where your mind gets a little bit fuzzy. That was your other boyfriend. That was… That was Jonathan.” 

“I don’t understand.” 

“It’s pretty simple, Nancy.” 

“You were just telling it like it is.” 

“What?” 

“Uh… apparently, uh… we killed Barb and I don’t care ‘cause I’m bullshit… and our whole relationship is bullshit, and… I mean, pretty much everything is just bullshit, bullshit, bullshit. Oh, yeah, also, you don’t love me.”

“I was drunk, Steve. I don’t remember any of that.” 

Jennifer rolls her eyes. 

“So that makes everything that you said it’s what? Just bullshit, too?” 

“Yes,” 

“Well, then tell me.” 

“Tell you what?”

“You love me,”

“Really?” 

Suddenly a door swings open, banging into the brick wall. A male runs out wearing the same outfit but with a sweatband sitting on his head. Jennifer looks toward him as well as Nancy and Steve. 

“Harrington!” He shouts. “Dude, we need you. That douchebag’s killing us. Let’s go!”

“All right!” 

Nancy and Steve both stay quiet as she makes eye contact with him, holding his gaze. Looking down, Nancy looks upset as Steve turns to enter the gymnasium as he says something but Jennifer couldn’t quite make it out. Suddenly Nancy begins walking toward Jennifer as she moves and hides out of the way, so she isn’t seen.

——

The day finished off like every other day as Jennifer entered the hallway and over to her locker, unlocking it and putting her books away before leaving. She closes her locker and exits Hawkins High School, ushering towards her car but ends up walking toward Hawkins Middle School, wondering if her brother left or not or if he needed to be picked up. Walking up to the entrance, she sees the kid’s bikes as she enters the school, wondering if they are okay. She runs into the boys and Max as they are in a pile. 

“What happened here?” 

They all stand as Mike and the other’s go after him. Jennifer follows along, as they split up. Jennifer and Dustin walk down the hallway. 

“What are you doing here?” 

“Something told me to come check on you,” 

“Okay,” 

“What are you doing here anyway?” 

“Last night, I found something that came from the Upside Down and we lost him because Max opened the door and he escaped.” 

“Fun.” Jennifer sarcastically says. 

They enter another hallway before passing Mr. Clarke, Dustin and him salute to each other but it seems to be awkward. When they pass him, Dustin tells Will that the West is cleared. Getting separated, she continues walking and continues looking around for the creature from the upside down. Somehow she manages to get back to Dustin as they continue looking around for the creature. 

“Please tell me you didn’t name it?” 

“I did.” He smiles cheeky. “His name is Dart.” 

“Jesus Christ,” Jennifer whispers. 

Jennifer looks toward the walkie talkie, unplugging Dustin’s headphones from it.

“Guys… I found him.” Will speaks.

“Where?” 

“In the bathroom by Mr. Salerno’s.”

“Copy that.” 

Her and Dustin quickly walk to the classroom, but Jennifer was mostly following her younger brother since she hasn’t been in Hawkins middle School since she was in middle school herself. Arriving, Jennifer and Dustin exchange a glance before he moves in, door closing behind him as she stands outside the boy’s bathroom, not wanting to enter. The sounds of stall door bang as Jennifer can tell that he was looking for Dart. Waiting, the other’s show up as the flies open as she enters too. 

“Where’s Dart?” Mike asks.

“I don’t know. Not here.” 

“What?” 

“He said by Salerno’s, right?” 

“Yeah, maybe Will has him.” Dustin suggests, lying through his teeth.

Mike looks at Dustin as Lucas crosses his arms. JEnnifer starts to lean against the wall of the bathroom when she quickly moves, disgusted. 

“Where is Will?” 

They all exchange glances before leaving.

——

Later, Jennifer catches up to Steve who is walking down the empty hallway and getting ready to exit when they make eye contact. 

“Hey, Steve.” 

“I want to ask you something.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Did you see Nancy leave with Jonathan?” 

“Uh, no. No, I didn’t.” 

“Okay, well, since everyone is gone…” 

He pushes Jennifer against the wall of lockers as he stares into her eyes. She smiles before it gets cut short when his lips press against hers. Jennifer wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him close. After a few seconds they pull apart. 

“There is another thing I wanna ask.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Will you be my girlfriend?” 

“Steve, are you serious right now?” 

He nods. Jennifer stops to think for a second. All these years of crushing on him, he finally asked her to be his girlfriend. 

“Yeah. yes! I’ll be your girlfriend.” 

“Great. I gotta get going though, but we can chat later.” 

“If I’m not busy.” 

“Yeah, of course. Love you.” 

“I love you too, Steve.” 

Before he steps out of the school, Jennifer grabs his collar and brings his lips to hers once more before she abruptly pulls back as they exit, saying goodbye before they get in their cars and leave.