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The Crucial Contribution of Engineers in Hazardous Area Design and Planning

In the realm of industrial infrastructure, there exists a critical domain where precision, knowledge, and expertise converge to ensure safety amidst potential dangers – hazardous areas. These zones, fraught with risks ranging from explosive atmospheres to flammable gases, demand meticulous planning and design. At the heart of this endeavor lie engineers, armed with specialized training and certifications like those offered in courses such as the Certificate IV in Hazardous Areas (UEE42622), particularly sought after in places like Perth, where industrial activities thrive. In this blog, we'll delve into the pivotal role engineers play in hazardous area design and planning and the importance of rigorous training and certification in this field.

Understanding Hazardous Areas:

Before delving into the role of engineers, it's essential to grasp the essence of hazardous areas. These zones are characterized by the presence of substances such as gases, vapors, dust, or liquids, which can pose significant risks if not handled with care. In such environments, even a minor spark can lead to catastrophic consequences, making it imperative to mitigate potential hazards through meticulous design and planning.

The Engineer's Expertise:

Engineers, particularly those specialized in Hazardous Areas Electrical, are the vanguards in ensuring the safety and integrity of industrial installations. Their expertise encompasses a broad spectrum of knowledge, including understanding explosive atmospheres, risk assessment, equipment selection, and compliance with regulatory standards. Through their proficiency, engineers can identify potential hazards, devise effective mitigation strategies, and implement robust safety measures.

Hazardous Area Training and Certification:

Central to an engineer's competence in hazardous area design is comprehensive training and certification. Courses like the Certificate IV in Hazardous Areas (UEE42622) provide aspiring engineers with the necessary skills and knowledge to navigate these complex environments safely. In locations like Perth, where industrial activities are prevalent, such certifications are highly valued, as they demonstrate proficiency in ensuring compliance with stringent safety regulations.

Risk Assessment and Mitigation:

One of the primary responsibilities of engineers in hazardous area design is conducting thorough risk assessments. By identifying potential hazards and evaluating their likelihood and consequences, engineers can develop tailored mitigation strategies. This may involve selecting appropriate equipment, implementing safety protocols, and establishing zoning classifications to minimize risks effectively.

Compliance with Regulatory Standards:

In the realm of hazardous areas, adherence to regulatory standards is non-negotiable. Engineers play a pivotal role in ensuring that industrial installations comply with relevant codes and regulations, such as the Australian standards for hazardous area classification and electrical installations. By staying abreast of evolving standards and guidelines, engineers can uphold the highest safety standards and mitigate legal and operational risks.

Integration of Technological Innovations:

As technology continues to advance, engineers are at the forefront of integrating innovative solutions into hazardous area design and planning. From advanced monitoring systems to smart sensors and automation, these technological advancements not only enhance safety but also optimize efficiency and productivity in hazardous environments. Engineers adept at leveraging these technologies can create safer and more sustainable industrial installations.

Continuous Improvement and Adaptation:

The landscape of hazardous area design is dynamic, with new challenges emerging and evolving regulatory frameworks. Therefore, engineers must embrace a culture of continuous improvement and adaptation. Through ongoing training, professional development, and collaboration with industry peers, engineers can stay ahead of the curve and ensure that their designs remain at the forefront of safety and innovation.

Conclusion:

In the intricate tapestry of industrial infrastructure, hazardous areas stand as a testament to the delicate balance between risk and safety. Engineers, armed with specialized training and certifications like the Certificate IV in Hazardous Areas (UEE42622), Hazardous Areas Design and Planning or Hazardous Areas Classification and Design play a pivotal role in designing and planning these critical spaces. Through their expertise, dedication, and commitment to safety, engineers ensure that industrial installations not only operate efficiently but also safeguard lives and the environment. As hazardous area design continues to evolve, the role of engineers remains indispensable in shaping a safer and more resilient future.

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🐣 Happy Easter at Playtime Co. Headcanon — Featuring Harley Sawyer (and his reluctant descent into madness)

Note: Sorry for not posting any content about PPT Harley x reader, so here's a make-up post for y'all…Now I'm going back to my hole.

You wanted to organize an Easter event for the orphans raised in the company’s care. You wanted color, joy, light—a break from sterile hallways and somber routines. You wanted Harley to be involved. He wanted nothing to do with it. You won.

🌸 Context

You, of course, bring it up during a meeting, with that look in your eyes that always means something big.

Stella’s ecstatic. Eddie says something like “Let’s make it the best Easter they’ve ever had!”

Leith suggests egg-hunting mazes and “bunny-themed hazard corridors” (he’s joking... mostly).

Harley just... slowly turns to look at you.

"Absolutely not."

"Do you understand the risk of exposing them to that much unregulated glitter?"

"And who approved this– oh. You did."

🐰 Preparations Begin

You:

Designing pastel-colored banners.

Assigning rooms for Easter egg painting, storytime, and "bunny cookie science."

Sneaking chocolate eggs into everyone's lockers, including Harley's.

Stella:

Goes full Spring Fairy Mode™.

She wears bunny ears unironically.

She starts calling it “The Spring Festival of Renewal.”

She insists the orphans do a flower-crown making session.

Leith:

Designs a massive egg-hunt route inside the facility.

Is too excited about hiding eggs in "high-risk, low-visibility areas.”

(Harley is Not Amused.)

"That’s an OSHA violation waiting to happen, Pierre."

"You don’t even know OSHA."

Eddie:

Brings in speakers.

Plays disco-remix Easter songs.

Bakes cookies that are absolutely loaded with sugar and then passes them around to the kids.

🥚 Harley’s Reluctant Involvement

You put him in charge of the Egg Dyeing Station.

He wears gloves, a lab coat, a grimace, and the smallest pink bunny sticker you managed to sneak onto his sleeve.

He says things like:

“Do not consume the dye.”

“That’s not how color theory works—give me that—”

“…Fine. Add glitter if you must. Just don’t get it on the—”

One of the orphans hands him a hand-painted egg.

It says “Doctor Hoppy.”

He stares at it in silence.

He doesn’t speak for the next five minutes.

He keeps the egg. You notice it later on his desk.

💖 The Moment

As the event goes on, Harley’s resistance slowly cracks.

He watches you helping a child tie their bunny ears.

He sees Stella lifting a kid onto her shoulders to help them reach an egg hidden on a pipe.

He sees you smile at him from across the hall—just a little messy, a little tired, but glowing.

The moment he lets out a sigh and adjusts a child’s poorly fastened bowtie, you know he’s doomed.

“If you must frolic… do it safely.”

💐 Later That Night

You find him alone in the lab, looking over an Easter egg one of the children handed him that has both of your initials drawn (poorly) in crayon.

He doesn’t say anything as you approach, but when you lean against the counter next to him, he murmurs:

“You’ve turned this place into chaos.”

“They laughed. They smiled. Even Eddie stopped breaking things long enough to be useful.”

“…Maybe it wasn’t the worst use of company time.”

He hands you a small, carefully-wrapped chocolate bunny. The tag says your name.

“Scientific curiosity.”

“…I wanted to see if you’d smile.”

🎁 Bonus: The Aftermath

Harley still finds glitter in his lab weeks later.

Someone (probably Leith) taped a picture of him mid-egg-painting to the bulletin board.

The orphans start calling him “Dr. Hoppy” unironically.

He never corrects them.

🌙 Post-Easter Soft Moment — You and Harley, After the Chaos

The facility had gone quiet. The streamers had been taken down, the confetti vacuumed, the cookies either devoured or confiscated, and the orphans were sound asleep in the guest dormitories, sugar crashing like little meteorites. Even Leith was finally gone, after a three-minute chase around the cafeteria involving a water gun and a rogue bunny puppet.

But Harley?

You found him in the East Observation Lab, where the glass windows looked out over the city like a crystal dome. The lights were off, save for the blinking panels on the monitors, casting a cold blue light on everything. His lab coat was still rumpled from the day’s chaos, and there was a faint smudge of pink dye near the collar he hadn’t noticed.

He didn’t turn when you came in—just spoke quietly:

“You survived.”

You smiled faintly.

“Barely. One of the kids tied my shoelaces together and said it was a ‘trap for the egg bandit’.”

“Hnh.” A dry sound. Possibly a laugh.

You joined him at the counter, where he was examining something with a level of intensity usually reserved for corrupted data or misbehaving prototypes.

It was the egg.

The one with your initials and his, scribbled by a child with too much crayon and too much hope. It was lumpy, imperfect, and cracked slightly down one side. He’d placed it on a weighted display tray, as if it were some rare relic.

“You kept it.”

He didn’t look at you.

“It was structurally interesting.” “The layering of paint was inefficient, yet…” He trailed off, brow furrowing. “…charming.”

You looked at him from the side—how the light caught the edge of his jaw, the curve of his mouth held just a little tighter than necessary. You could still see the remnants of stress under his eyes, but they were softer now. Warmer.

You nudged his elbow.

“You did good today, Doctor Hoppy.”

“Say that again and I’ll cancel Christmas.”

“Not even a little hop?”

He finally turned to look at you, and the expression he wore was… unreadable at first. Then it softened further—an almost bewildered fondness, like he couldn’t quite understand how you’d gotten under his skin and rearranged the wires without him noticing.

“Why do you care so much?” he asked, barely above a whisper. “About these… things. Events. People.”

“Because someone has to,” you replied simply. “Because I believe in joy. Even here.”

His gaze lingered.

Then, carefully—as if afraid the moment might break—he reached into the pocket of his coat and pulled out a small foil-wrapped shape. A second chocolate bunny.

But this one… wasn’t from the event. The wrapper was matte black and gold. It looked expensive.

He placed it in your hand without a word.

“Happy Easter,” he said after a long pause. “…I acquired this prior. In case you… didn't like the corporate treats.”

Your fingers brushed his as you took it.

“You’re spoiling me, Doctor Sawyer.”

“I haven’t even started.”

It slipped out so quietly that it almost didn’t feel real—but it was. His voice held no mockery, no defense. Just a subtle admission, wrapped in his usual clinical delivery.

You smiled.

And for once, he didn’t look away.

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Hot Ghouls Chapter 11 1/2

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“It’s hard to believe that these people aren’t on any warning lists yet,” Jason mumbled to himself at the base of the sidewalk where he’d parked the rental bike. He had his hands in his pockets as he craned his neck upwards, trying to be stoic about the Fenton residence. A van was parked on the street, probably theirs. Weirdly, it had a big canvas draped over it. All he could see were the tires.

The base of the house was an unremarkable brick rectangle, taller than it was long. But the customization job had not been subtle. There was of course the enormous neon sign that Jack Fenton had probably designed. He wondered if he saw Madeline Fenton’s guiding hand in the shitty space-age aesthetic of the hulking metal goliath crouched on top of the brick building.

There was zero percent chance that was legal, which led to the question of why the city officials weren’t enforcing building safety on an obvious hazard.

Jason blew out air and snorted. “This is definitely the place.” He jogged up the unkempt lawn and hit the bell. An alarm started whining inside.

His hackles went up. A hand curled towards a gun, but didn't fully commit.

A joyful whoop came from inside the house. It was quickly followed by a bellowed “Coming!”, and then a huge thud.

Very normal, thanks.

‘Is that really just their doorbell?’ Jason thought, aghast.

The door was wrenched open. “Hello, hello, come in!” A beautiful middle-aged woman was there, looking up only slightly to make eye contact with Jason. She had faint laugh and smile lines.

“Hello,” Jason said, hesitating. “Do you need to finish up in the lab?” He gestured at her outfit, a little unnerved to see protective equipment just out in the open. It made him feel underdressed. It was always a bad idea to be wearing less protection from chemical warfare than someone else in the area. His Gothamite sensibilities considered it both a faux pas and a tactical error.

Madeline Fenton made a flapping hand gesture to blow the idea away. “No, I'm at a good spot!” The grin she gave him was somehow sharklike. “Jeremy, honey, won’t you come in?”

‘Said the spider to the fly,’ his subconscious filled in for some reason.

Jason shook it off, thanked her, and entered the house. Then he drew his gun on the thing that levered out of nowhere to point at him.

Turret. It was a fucking gun turret, in the entryway.

Madeline Fenton let out a cheerful “Huh!” and put her hand on top of the turret. There was a faint beep as she disengaged whatever alarm that had been. “You don’t have any stowaways, do you?”

She was not a good enough actor. He didn’t know what the hell that he meant, but he could hear real tension beneath her cheerful tone. “No, ma’am,” Jason edged. “Not that I know of.”

There was a pause. It felt a little heavy. Jason slowly holstered his gun, despite the wary suspicion that he actually might need to defend himself.

The moment passed. Dr. Madeline Fenton whirled around and cupped a hand to her face to sweetly shout, “Jack! Honey! Our guest is here!”

Something extremely heavy thudded. The floor actually shook under Jason’s feet from the impact.

The smile on Dr. Madeline Fenton’s face didn’t falter. A chill went up his spine.

‘She has to be on a watchlist. No way. I just didn’t find it.’

He followed her to the living room where she gestured for him to take a seat. A huge man burst through the other door.

“What did they feed you?” Jason asked blankly. “Do they have more of it?” Sure, he’d never fit in his current gear, but Talia had deep pockets for custom armor.

Dr. Jack Fenton had a hearty laugh. The couch creaked when he threw himself on it, but impressively, nothing broke. “Standard stuff growing up I’m afraid,” he said cheerfully. “I feed myself an awful lot of fudge, though! Maybe that’s what did it.”

While he was talking Jason barely noticed Madeline Fenton had slunk off in horrifically perfect silence, like a red-haired Talia. He respected that, but he did not like it.

‘She’s going to be the Doctor to me,’ Jason decided. ‘Jack is just Jack. I’m tired of calling them the same thing.’

“Oh,” Jason pretended to just now notice that someone was gone. He looked around. “I’m sorry, where did Dr. Fenton go?”

“Just getting refreshments!” Jack said cagily. He leaned forward. “Now, Jeremy, son-” he was cut off by a low siren coming from his wrist. He paused. He lifted his hand and pointed it around the room. The noise got louder when he pointed it at Jason.

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The Mission

Sylus x gn!Reader

The ending feels a little meh BUT I'm gonna use it to lead into the next fic in the series. You'll see. Also there are kids screaming outside????? I'm so confused rn

This is a sequel primarily to Fallen Angel, but it also references things in Love Me, That's All I Ask Of You

Warnings: strip clubs, violence, blood, injury, stalking, forehead kisses, shapeshifting, MC and Sylus acting like siblings

Word Count: 2,625

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The mission is deceptively simple: Little Miss Hunter will pose as a waitress in one of Sylus’s clubs, working undercover to uncover the ex-boyfriend of one of the dancers. As soon as the club’s manager heard about the dancer’s ex stalking her, trying to get her alone, Sylus did, too. As scary and unapproachable as he comes across, he does care about the people who work for him.

You could have taken the role from her easily, or even gotten a job as a dancer to have a more advantageous position, but Sylus refused. It was only a couple months ago that you’d relived that hell. There was no way he would put you into a similar situation so soon.

It’s not that you aren’t capable, you know that. You’d only fully recovered a few weeks ago, the scars on your back mementos to the end of a nightmare. Still, the time it took to heal meant no working - not even to sit in Sylus’s lap as he goes over contracts. You were antsy, you were restless. And you were helping Little Miss Hunter get in her uniform.

You adjust the collar, a little rougher than necessary. Sylus catches it from where he stands leaning against the wall, but says nothing. Miss Hunter tries to swat you away. “You don’t need to be so intense!” You ignore her in favor of fixing her name tag and checking her earpiece. She was stiff under your fingers, uncomfortable with being so close to someone who clearly didn’t like her - even more in this moment, it seems, than usual.

“He’s in his mid-20s, short curly hair, blonde, with square glasses,” Sylus reminds her. “You’ll be serving drinks in the area around Tanya’s stage, where he’s most likely to be lurking.”

“Don’t you have bouncers for this sort of thing?” she huffs.

You step behind her. She tries to turn her head to see what you’re doing, but you push her chin to face forward again. Her hair is too long, presenting a clear hazard in the bustle of the crowds and the difficult job of waitressing. You gather it up and tie it into a secure bun at the back of her head.

He tilts his head, unimpressed. “Of course, sweetie. I run a legitimate operation here, despite what you may think of me.” He crosses his arms, finger tapping against his bicep. “His Evol allows him to change his appearance, meaning with a few easy steps, he can forge his ID to be anyone he wants and slip inside unnoticed. You’re good at reading people. I’m sure you’ll find him in no time.”

You carefully insert a hairpin into the bun. She reaches back to feel it, the design on the decorative tip indecipherable to her fingers alone.

“If he figures you out or you get cornered, use that,” Sylus says seriously, nodding to the pin. “In the right hands, it can do some damage. Even if you can only manage to scratch your attacker, it’s coated in a fast-acting toxin.” Before she can protest, he adds, “Just enough to make them sleepy, sweetie. You won’t be killing anyone tonight.”

With the finishing touches of her outfit complete, you step back toward Sylus. Little Miss Hunter can’t help feeling intimidated by the Onychinus boss and his guard dog, allies or no.

“Ready?”

She nods with steadfast determination. “Ready.”

-

Sylus studies the shifting crowds through the surveillance cameras hidden around the club. Luke and Kieran watch the monitors, as well. From here, he can keep an eye on Miss Hunter’s movements. Deciphering faces in the crowd is another issue; he can make out some features here and there as the lights pass over them, but anything specific is impossible to make out.

You lounge on a sofa overlooking the entire club. It’s a private area, closed off from the general public, and shrouded in plenty of shadow to obscure your presence from anyone who isn’t looking for you. You idly swirl a martini glass of water, decorated with an olive, to give the impression of someone drinking. You act as an eye in the sky, watching for anything suspicious from a distance that isn’t caught on camera.

Miss Hunter picks up a tray of drinks from the bartender and begins making rounds to long couches and small tables to drop them off with a smile. They’re further from the stage, but she has to pass by the crowd every time she returns to the bar. It’s the perfect place to be to spot someone acting oddly.

The lights focus as Tanya comes on stage. She’s objectively beautiful, it can’t be argued otherwise. The skimpy costume draws attention to her curves and the plush of her stomach. She smiles seductively as she dances for the guests, tan skin glowing under the lights like she’s meant to be there.

You know she’s being treated like a queen here - Sylus would never settle for less - yet you’re reminded of the other girls you knew once, who were starved and worked to the bone for money they wouldn’t see a dime of. You still remember the feeling of cold metal from the pole against your palms.

The Second Circle doesn’t exist anymore. After that night, after everything the police uncovered, it was stripped out and sits empty, waiting to be bought by some upstart business. All that remains is the imprint of the logo on the wall. You still see those neon lights in your nightmares.

“Raven, I’ve lost sight of the Dove. Do you see her?”

Fuck. You got so caught up in your head-

You scan the crowd by the stage, the couches, the tables. There’s no sign of a waitress anywhere in that section, and especially not Little Miss Hunter. You get up from the private couch and slip into the shadows of the exit, already calculating everywhere she could have gone off to.

-

The woman she kept seeing wasn’t ordering drinks the entire time she was there, which wasn’t unusual in of itself, except that all she did was stare at the stage, waiting for something to happen. Once Tanya finally went on, she seemed to become antsy and entranced. Miss Hunter was just going to slip into the employee backroom to let Sylus know what she saw. She didn’t realize the woman had followed her.

The thumping music in the main room covers up her shout as hands grab her and shove her into the wall. There’s no one else in the room. 

She punches at the woman, falling back on her Hunter training and the sparring she did with Sylus. Her hand connects with a square jaw. The woman that followed her in was now a man, fitting the description of the suspect to a T. A fist in return crashes against her cheek. Before she can call for help, a hand covers her mouth, shoving her head back into the hard wall. He grabs her hair, dislodging the hairpin and loosening the tight bun. She claws at his arms. She tries to reach for his face. The hand in her hair pulls her off the wall and to the ground. She stares up at her assaulter, trying to figure a way out of this mess when the door is behind him and she’s being backed into a corner.

She doesn’t have to think for long.

You grab the man by his hair and kick in the back of his knee. He falls like dead weight, and you direct that momentum into slamming him against the wall she’d just been pressed up against. His face impacts with a harsh crack. His glasses are skewed on his face, and blood drips freely from his nose.

You turn sharply toward Miss Hunter. You approach so fast, she’s scared you’re going to attack her next. She holds up her arms in defense on pure instinct. You just huff and grab her arms, hauling her back up to her feet. Her back is against the wall again, but as a support this time. You push her arms down from her face.

She gasps when you grab her chin, tilting her head this way and that, studying her. You frown at the early bruises beginning to form around her mouth and the cut along her cheekbone. The distinct shape of fingertips slowly start to darken where the man had silenced her. You let her go in favor of checking the rest of her over, searching for any more injuries. Thankfully, you find none. You finally meet her eyes.

She has no idea what to make of you anymore. You’ve hated her guts ever since she was dragged into the N109 Zone. You tease and taunt her through your actions, glare at her when she talks with Sylus. You even climbed into his lap once when she was connected to him by that red energy, curling up to him like a damn cat. And now here you are, checking her for injuries when you could be worried about securing the target.

You reach past her head and pull out the hairpin. You hold it pointedly in front of her face and raise a brow at her, silently questioning why she didn’t use it. She sheepishly takes it from your fingers, flushing with embarrassment.

“I forgot,” she mutters.

You step away. Sylus’s voice comes in over the earpiece. “I’m glad you two are finally getting along,” he teases. You catch the truth in his words, honing in on the nearby security camera to glare at him. He chuckles richly. “I’m on my way.”

A quiet click alerts you before anything else. You slam your shoulder against the wall beside Miss Hunter, covering her with your body just as a loud bang and a sharp burn skids across your neck. The door slams open. She peers around you to watch Sylus’s Evol disintegrate the gun in the target’s hand. It’s small, easily concealable. Sylus lifts the man up by his scruff and shoves him at the twins.

“Deal with him,” he orders gruffly. It’s a far cry from how he sounded just seconds ago, but the blood at your neck hadn’t escaped his notice. Just a little to the side and you would be dead. The thought alone terrified him.

Miss Hunter watches him quickly cross the distance, turning you to fully face him so he can assess the damage. It’s not too bad, thankfully. Deep enough to bleed for a bit, but shallow enough it didn’t hit anything major. He grabs a few napkins from the table at the center of the room and presses them down on the wound. You replace his hands to keep the pressure yourself, nodding your head toward her. She feels just as under scrutiny under his stare as she did under yours. He sighs.

“I’ll have the medic look you over when we get back. You might want to hide those bruises from your boss for a few days, sweetie. People will start to wonder just what you get up to in your spare time.”

She flushes with the implications and hits his arm. He doesn’t so much as flinch. “I’m not the one who lost me on the cameras.”

He scoffs. “Blame the twins, sweetie. It’s their oversight that led to this.” He gestures to the hairpin still clutched in her hands. “You had the means to defend yourself. Use them next time.”

Before their bickering can go on, you step between them to grab more napkins from the table. The old ones stick to your bloody skin when you pull them away. You quickly replace them. Seeing your injury was enough to shut them both up, no matter how minor it really was. You turn to leave.

“Thank you,” Little Miss says quickly, trying to get it out before you step out the door. You look at her, expression neutral if not a bit exasperated. She offers a smile. It looks jarring against the purpling bruises, but you nod anyway. You glance at Sylus, then exit the backroom to go wait in the car.

“They must like you,” Sylus comments with a smirk.

She rolls her eyes and smacks him again on her way out. “Shut up or I’ll stab you with the hairpin.”

“Oh, I’m terrified.”

-

You sit still, eyes closed and head tilted to the side, as Sylus tends to the bullet-made cut on your neck. He has you up on the bathroom counter, standing between your legs as he gently disinfects and bandages the area. Once it is securely protected from outside elements, he brushes a kiss over it.

“Thank you for protecting her,” he whispers. You open your eyes and tilt your head back up to look at him. His expression is so open, genuine. He really means it; not that you needed to see it to know that. “I know you two didn’t exactly get off on the right foot.”

You give him a wry smile. You look away from his face to seek out his hand, resting on the counter beside you. He offers no resistance as you pick it up, your palm to the back of his hand as you intertwine your fingers together and draw him up to your lips. You close your eyes as you press a kiss to his palm, before nuzzling into it. “I know you’re mine,” you whisper back. You look back up at him, resting your cheek in his hand. “And… Mephisto is starting to like her.”

He chuckles softly. “Oh? Is that all?” He smiles at your little nod. Mischief flickers in your eyes before you shut them to press your face into his hand some more. It’s endearing. You’ve let yourself relax around him, allowed yourself to indulge in his touch like this. Which reminds him…

He brushes his thumb against your cheek, trailing his hand to your jaw to guide your attention back to him. There’s a slight furrow in his brow and something heavy in his eyes. “What happened on your end?”

Ah. Caught red handed. You avoid his eyes in favor of following the line of his nose, the dip of his cupid’s bow.

He leans forward to nudge his nose against yours, drawing you back into his gaze once more. “Tell me.”

“The dancer…” You sigh, closing your eyes and shaking your head. “I got distracted.”

He knows exactly what you mean. He cradles your face with purpose, fingers pressing lightly to the back of your neck, keeping you close as he rests his forehead against yours. “No more clubs for a while,” he promises. “Someone else can deal with them.”

You can’t disagree, not when you got someone else on the mission hurt because of the environment getting to you. For all your pouting about being relegated to watch, you know he always had good intentions for keeping you off the ground.

He pulls away, but not without leaving a kiss on your forehead. He flips the hold you have on his hand to be holding yours so he can help you off the counter. “The chef is making your favorite. It should be finished by now.”

He swears he falls a little more in love with the way your eyes light up in excitement. The little bounce in your step as you drag him down to the kitchen mirrors the skip of his heart. And when you see Miss Hunter there, thanking you again for saving her, you even offer her a slight smile.

Sitting at the dining table, the Twins bickering with Little Miss and you sneaking his robotic crow bits of food that he doesn’t need, he’s never felt more at home.

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Bethany's Bizarre Miraculous Reviews Episode 6-5: Werepapas

Oh boy! Time to meet the grandparents! I hope we get some fresh Gabi Grassette lore for my precious bingo chart!

Baby Adrien voice lmao

Oh god. This is going to hurt when the truth comes out. I hope Nathalie breaks it to Adrien first. Or Adrien reveals he's Chat Noir to her.

Yeah, gramma knows who Adrien's going to become.

Considering the last time what happened when she invited her blond lover to Sunday lunch, no.

Damn. Sabine forgot Luka existed.

This is getting out of hand. Now there are two hamsters!

Oh, wait. Marinette's having dinner with her grandparents while Adrien is just meeting his grandparents. I get it.

Oh Nathalie, you already did!

Wow. He just arrived and I already want to guillotine the old man.

Alright, Gabriel's parents are cool. It's a shame he's nothing like them.

Adrien's real parents

Cinemasins ding

Oh good. Adrien's cool grandparents are fucking with that old asshole.

Credit where it's due: while I have some gripes with the new character designs the animation and overall style is far better on all accounts and everyone doesn't look like crude cgi puppets.

That man's neck is a little too thick for me. I think we should remind him what country he's in.

No ring?

Also is it just me or do the Grasettes have too thick of French accents? I know French Fries are a European thing first and foremost but they honestly feel Americanized. Especially with Gabriel Agreste's mohawk. Was there ever a big movement of French/Belgian people with mohawks and motorcycles and piercings I'm not aware of?

Of course. Of course he has copies.

Wow, the bri'ish grandma snapped and is now being a butt.

Oh yeah. The Plagg subplot. It's like Dearest Family but not as annoying.

And Adrien's the trophy they're fighting over.

Alright, since the new Ladybug transformation is happening, I wanna talk about the new design. It's definitely a step up from the old one, I am a sucker for a black bodysuit with brightly-colored armor on top, but I feel like it's a little too thin and there's nothing for the pelvic area so she still has a butt and that makes me uncomfy.

SMASHY BROS!

No way! Items! This isn't competitive play!

No, Johnny was just looking out for Adrien while the man you're stuck with was being a controlling asshole. And now you are too.

And the breaking of the rings. Honestly I think Marinette did the right thing. The Miraculous Cure has been shown time and time again to unkill people. Why would this be any different? And if she didn't break the rings, the akuma-bearing object, what would she do? Try and negotiate with a madwoman hellbent on making two men fight to the death? Let the akuma go? How ironic. Now the Marinette salters have become raging idiots.

The mom that stepped up. Also can the Gorilla legally become his dad too? Does that involve him marrying Nathalie because I can't see it, personally.

Get humiliated lmao

Yep. He don't care. This is a flashback and so doesn't count as him coming back.

I still don't think Emile was that good. I understand why she held Adrien so close to her, but it didn't feel like the best result. Like she was treating Adrien like a teddy bear to hold close instead of a kid that would possibly lose his mother.

Admittedly, I didn't like this episode as much. Too many accents. Also the akumatization was kinda dumb. I would've preferred if the dads actually wanted to fight eachother. Then the akuma could actually be Werepapas! There was no Gabi Grassette lore either, just Agreste family lore and Grasette family lore. I want to know why Gabriel abandoned his past. Nothing for the bingo board. Also the akuma was kinda mid as well. The design was lame, although that's offset by the stylin' boxing furry grandpas and Smashy Bros. I'm not entirely sure what her powers do but the grandpas or stage hazards aren't the best for miraculous extraction.

Welp, time to wait until dubbed Sleeping Syren comes out! Arrivederci!

[projectpandora]

𝚂𝚄𝙱𝙹𝙴𝙲𝚃 : PANDORA'S ANNUAL TEAM-BUILDING INITIATIVE, HELL WEEK. 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 : UNDISCLOSED, CLASSIFIED BIOSPHERE. 𝙳𝚄𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 : ONE-HUNDRED SIXTY-EIGHT HOURS. 𝙾𝙱𝙹𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙴 : SURVIVAL, ADAPTATION, OPERATIONAL COHESION. 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚃 𝙻𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙻 : VARIABLE, DYNAMIC ESCALATION.

WELCOME TO HELL WEEK.

every  agent  thinks  they're  at  the  top  of  their  game—  until  they're  dropped  into  the  middle  of  nowhere  with  no  weapons,  no  gear,  and  only  the  people  they  can  trust. but pandora believes that the strongest bonds are forged in fire. and collaboration and cohesion have always been the  guiding  principles  behind  hell  week. this  annual  pandora  team-building  event  is  less  of  a  corporate  retreat  and  more  of  a  psychological  stress  test  wrapped  in  a  sadistic  survival  challenge, designed to force operatives to work together, weeding out those who refuse and cannot cooperate with others toward a common goal. operatives  will  be  unsupervised and unmonitored after being inserted  into  an  artificially  enclosed,  high-threat  environment  with  no  access  to  external  support,  weapons,  or  pre-supplied  resources.  and over  the  course  of  one  week,  they  will  be  subjected  to  hostile  terrain,  unpredictable  environmental  hazards,  and  relentless  adversaries  engineered  to  exploit  every  possible  weakness. failure  is  not  an  option.  there  is  no  quitting. trying to survive alone is nearly impossible and will most likely result in death. each agent will be placed separately from one another, thus, the  first  challenge  is  to  find  each  other before something else does.  then, you must survive  the  week.

𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚂𝚄𝚁𝙴 & 𝙴𝙽𝚅𝙸𝚁𝙾𝙽𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙰𝙻 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙳𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂.

the  training  area  is  a  fully  self-contained  artificial biosphere,  a  vast  expanse  of  land  encased  in  an  invisible,  high-frequency  energy  dome.  this  construct  is  impassable  by  all  known  methods— climbing,  digging,  and  forced  breaching  are  ineffective. the surface  area is  approx.  400  square  miles,  comprising  multiple  biomes with unpredictable  light  cycles,  shifting  magnetic  fields,  and  active  environmental  manipulation  that can create  distorted  perceptions  of  time  and  space. sudden,  violent  temperature  shifts  ( ranging  from  -20°c  to  45°c )  will also occur  with  no  pattern.  hypothermia  and  heatstroke  are  imminent  risks. biomes found in this biosphere include : – the fog forest, where sight and sound dull into near-nothing. some areas with this biome also contain airborne fungal spores that can cause visual and auditory hallucinations, paranoia, and increased disposition toward anger and violence. – the sink marshes, where land appears solid one moment but can collapse and swallow unwary agents whole the next. huge predatory amphibians also lurk beneath the surface, ready to attack whenever they sense anyone nearby. – the stone canyons, where a network of jagged cliffs, caverns, and narrow pathways can easily trap and disorient agents. the paths shift, landmarks vanish, and rock formations stretch and compress without warning, creating a maze difficult to get out of. food and water sources, supply caches, as well as wildlife, will be mostly present in these biomes, making them unavoidable for agents who want to survive. there will also be safer terrains scattered across the map where operatives can setup their camps, but they will not be safe from any invading or patrolling hostile entities.

𝙴𝙽𝙴𝙼𝚈 𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 & 𝙷𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙴𝚂.

aside from hostile genetically-engineered wildlife such as bears, wolves, coyotes, alligators, predatory birds, and various venomous insects, the artificial biosphere will also contain numerous atlantis life model decoys with their directives adjusted to hunt down our operatives. – porter, the hospitality models, are equipped with a voice modulator that can mimic voices perfectly, including operatives, luring them into traps. these androids will also use flash-inhibitor grenades, releasing hallucinogenic gas that causes delirium, distorted perception of time, and an overwhelming sense of comfort. they also have knives hidden in their forearms, deploying only when their victim is at their most vulnerable. – derek, the managerial models, are equipped with aerial surveillance drones that will track operatives' movement and relay locations to other units. they also carry high-frequency pulse batons capable of disrupting nerve signals upon impact and cause temporary paralysis. they also deploy shock mines near resources, designed to immobilize trespassers for easier capture. however, these androids will not pursue at full speed, but rather herd targets toward dead ends, choke points, on into the path of porter and manny models. – manny, the labor models, are built for raw power, tearing through any obstacle, not ever stopping even if damaged, continuing to move move forward and dragging himself if necessary until complete obliteration. these androids wield reinforced sledgehammers, capable of breaking barricades and bones, while also using concussion charges to disorient, deafen and leave targets vulnerable. these models can also adapt to an operative pain tolerance, inflicting worse if they fight through an injury, speeding up if they slow down, destroying everything in the way if they hide.

𝙾𝙾𝙲.

welcome to our first event, a camping trip meets hunger games ! while the event will only be one week in-game, we will threading this event from 12 midnight est of february 22nd to march 8th. please tag event starters with the usual pandora.start but also pandora.event ! you may choose to pause or continue non-event threads for the duration of the event, but any new starters ( closed and open ) must be for hell week. i also encourage everyone to plot each other as there are many possible circumstances they can find themselves in during this event. the goal is forge bonds with other agents and find all the ways they can work together !

[tiny-cloud-dragon]

FF7: Random Bits 02 - Chapter 3

[Setting- Inspector Percival P. Baerbotamm is visiting the new Midgar Army training facility at the request of President Rufus Shinra, to see how things are going.]

[Location - Training Field - Zack is just starting the tour]

"So, this is the Training Field, or as the cadets like to call it, 'The Plain of Pain'." Zack joked as he made a broad, sweeping gesture with the arm that was not draped across Percival's thin shoulders. The field was comprised of grassy areas where various activities were taking place. How the grass managed to grow at all with so many boots trampling over it was truly a groundskeeping miracle.

"Of course, these are just the fields we use for PT, drills, etc. We do have virtual training rooms for advanced mission simulations and Materia training, but it's always good to get some real-world experiences. We have a variety of real terrain areas that we drive out to. There's the Nightmare Forest, the Field of Screams, the Lake of Tears, the Bleak Peaks, the Swamps of Sadness, the Hills of Despair, and that over there," Zack said, pointing to the most diabolical jumble of ropes, razor wire, tires, rusty metal sheets, towering wooden structures, blunt swinging objects, sharp swinging objects, metal monoliths, water hazards, spike pits, and bristling iron thickets, "Is The Course." 

Percival Pinwinkle Baerbotamm shuddered at the note of sadistic pride in Zack's voice, half expecting a dramatic flash of lighting and boom of thunder. As if not to disappoint an expectant audience, a gout of flame spewed dramatically from one of the taller wooden towers. A bird, having the misfortune of passing by at the wrong time, was roasted to perfection and fell to the ground, where it was snapped up by one of Zack's mako wolves.

A group of 1st Class SOLDIERs was currently navigating the hellish construct while being shouted at by an irate sounding drill instructor. 

"Good heavens!" Baerbotamm cried in shock, "Is that even safe? I-I mean, it certainly doesn't look up to Code!" He began leafing frantically through the contents of his clipboard, searching through the building safety code guidelines. 

"Of course it's up to Code! You can't properly develop agility and combat skills on rickety equipment." Zack replied just as a small section of the wooden handrail on one of the many foot bridges broke away and fell to the ground. "It's designed to do that." Zack said defensively as Inspector Baerbotamm gave him an accusing look, complete with arched eyebrow. "If you could encounter it in the field, it's on The Course. It's not any more dangerous than the playscape at Mick Chocobo's Burger Hut!"

One of the SOLDIERs slipped off the bridge and tumbled to the ground, his descent punctuated by pained grunts as he bounced off some of the random lower structures before landing in a muddy moat with a splash. The young man broke the silty water's surface and frantically started swimming towards solid ground. Something in the water started trailing after him like a sinister 'V' and the soggy SOLDIER seemed to suddenly have miraculously grown an off-board motor. 

Water sprayed out behind the desperate man as he shot through the water and hit the bank, leaving a light gouge in the dirt. The mysterious shape followed him right up to the edge of the water before abruptly vanishing as if it had never been.

"Oh my Shiva!" Percival exclaimed, his eyebrows rising nearly off the top of his not-quite-bald head.

"He's fine," Zack said in an unconcerned drawl as the sodden man struggled to his feet while being berated by the drill instructor. 

"Was that a-a crocodile?!"

"What? No, of course not! You can't keep crocodiles in fresh water." 

"Er, oh...well, then-!"

"That's an alligator."

"A what?!"

"Oh, look, here comes General Strife!" Zack said quickly, grabbing Percival's thin shoulders and turning him sharply away from the horrors of The Course. "Hey Cloud!" 

Cloud nodded to Zack as he joined them on the field, saluting for the sake of formality in front of their guest. 

"Percy, this is General Cloud Strife," Zack said by way of introduction.

"Pleased to meet you, General," Percival replied, trying to ignore the sound of whooshing flames and harried screams coming from behind him. "I am Inspector Percival Pinwinkle Baerbotamm-!" 

"That's Bee-Aee-Ee-Are" Zack interjected helpfully as Cloud's expression went carefully wooden.

Percival extended a thin hand that looked like little more than a bundle of twigs. Cloud shook the twiggy appendage very carefully, half expecting to end up with a handful of fingers that weren't his own.

"Pleased to meet you, Inspector..." Cloud responded quiety, his eyes immediately drawn to the man's eyebrows, which seemed to bristle at him. Cloud got the uneasy feeling that they were glaring at him. His eyes narrowed slightly as he suppressed the strong urge to hiss at them.

"Goodness! You aren't wearing any shoes!" Inspector Baerbotamm exclaimed with a pained wince, shaking Cloud from his thoughts. "That's unsanitary! And against regulations!" he winced again as Cloud looked down at his feet.

"Now, now, Inspector, remember Rule Number One," Zack said, patting him on the shoulder. 

"But-!"

"He used to wear the regulation boots, but they kept getting torn up so quickly, we decided it was just a waste of resources to make him wear them." Zack explained. 

"My feet don't fit in the boots when I Shift to my Half-Form. They are the wrong shape." Cloud elaborated, seeing the lost look that had wandered on to Percy's face. 

"I'm not sure I understand."

"ELITEs have a human form, and an animal form, referred to as an ELITE form. For some reason, almost all the ELITEs are wolves, but we do have a few exceptions. They can also take what we call a Half-Form."

"Half-Form?"

"They look like humans with animal ears and tails. They can also manifest wings, " Cloud attempted to clarify.

"You know, like cosplayers." Zack said. "Except Cloud's feet change as well, just because of how his ELITE form is." He noted the look of grudging curiosity in the man's eyes. "You can see it later."

"Oh, er...I suppose, but the ground...and the, er, animals..." Percival insisted as he watched an orderly pack of very large wolves trot by.

"Oh, don't worry, Baerbotamm," Zack reassured him as the man's eyebrows crinkled up like sloughed off straw papers. "We don't let the ELITEs poop in the fields or anything."

"Except for that one time..." Cloud said.

"Yeah, well, he was drunk. And he did get his nose rubbed in it." Zack countered. 

"Didn't you also make him taste it?"

"Well, I had to make sure it belonged to him. I didn't want to punish the wrong person!"

"I beg your pardon?!" Percival squeaked in alarm.

"Well, moving on! Let's get inside and get to the good stuff!" Zack chirped, ignoring the horrified inquiry as he herded the Inspector towards the main entrance.

"You look a little tense, Inspector," Zack said brightly "Let's stop by the cafeteria and get you a stiff drink!"

"Y-you serve alcohol in the cafeteria? You drink on duty?" Percival asked, aghast. 

"Sure, but only the SOLDIERs and ELITEs are allowed to."

"But that's against the rules!"

"Actually, it's not." Zack said, snapping his fingers. The SOLDIER from earlier materialized and handed Zack the Big Book of Rules, handily opened to the section regarding drinking while on duty. Zack handed the book to the Inspector, who read it with a look of increasing confusion and distress.

Due to the high metabolic nature of a mako-enhanced system, drinking while on duty is permissible, provided the individual be at least a 3rd Class SOLDIER,  and be limited to two drinks per meal.

"Of course, that's just a suggested serving," Zack added as he handed the book back to the waiting SOLDIER, who promptly disappeared. "Most of us metabolize alcohol so fast, we could drink a 12 pack and not even get a buzz."

Percival's thoughts spun like a washing machine as he tried to wrap his head around what Zack had just said. There were so many things wrong with this, this abomination of a rule!

"You shouldn't be drinking on duty! What if something happens? What about your liver?"

"Then we go out, deal with it, then come back and have a celebratory drink! And people have been pickling things for centuries. Scientists do it all the time! Have you ever seen all those pickled organs in jars? It preserves them and makes things last longer. C'mon, Percy, it's okay to bend the rules a little every now and then! Live a little!" Zack said, leading the protesting Inspector away.

Cloud followed a few steps behind. There was just something about Baerbotamm's eyebrows that had him more than a little unsettled. Normal eyebrows just didn't move like that. Making a mental note to ask Zack about it later, Cloud followed them up the path to the Main Building, ready for the next part of the tour.

[gretchensinister]

Babylon 5 rewatch, S1 E8: And the Sky Full of Stars

IDK if it's how I'm watching it or what, but the lighting on B5 seems dimmer than I would expect in public spaces

Okay okay plot: guy needs money for shady reasons, other guys have Sinclair as a target for who knows what

Oh, it's not notable shady reasons, it's just a gambling problem

The guy with the longish gray hair that's going to do Something to Sinclair has a very 90s energy, I can't define it but it's so notable

I like Dr. Franklin and Delenn's scene here with the practicality of getting information about other species brought up.

Yeah Delenn what DID you do during the war?

The design of that weird chair is good, I definitely believe that they built it out of smuggled in pieces and that it's going to be used for nefarious purposes

Ignoring the plot to wonder about Sinclair's kitchen area not appearing to have a sink or any appliances (I know it's just a set but I think about trying to redesign my tiny apartment kitchen a lot)

Sinclair is in the Torment Nexus

At least it's hard for the commander of an entire space station to disappear without notice

Of course it's a simulation that's what happens to guys in charge of space stations/starships, other weird guys show up to fuck with your head. Notable employment hazard.

Sinclair's Mysterious Day! Yesss let's find out about it (shame the exposition has to come through the Torment Nexus)

Sinclair is 39...I guess that makes sense. (Maybe I just know so many people in that age group with so much less responsibility.)

The angelfish-looking Minbari ships <3

If you believe in yourself you can punch your way out of the mind prison (I mean...it didn't work yet, but it might)

I think B5 as a show does well with naming things. I mean, maybe it's just familiarity at his point, but the Battle of the Line is simple, evocative, and IMO gives you an idea of what it was about

Goodbye Benson we hardly knew ye

Yeah where exactly are these "Knights" from?

I think the guy playing the interrogator would be great to see on stage.

Another human supremacist conspiracy theorist, boooo

"Maybe the universe blinked" I do like that line

"There is a hole in your mind" that was from the pilot movie we missed on the rewatch schedule, wasn't it?

:D :D :D (my reaction to the triluminary [did I remember that correctly?] appearing)

I know who that waaaaaaaas

YES you CAN punch your way out of the mind prison if you love your station enough

Delenn we (the audience) still want MANY more answers about what you were doing during the war

I have a feeling this guy is going to be interrogated by psycops as soon as he gets back to Earth

Secrettsssssss I love this dynamic though

It's an interesting 90s thing that Sinclair is comfortable making a electronic/digital recording of this EXTREMELY sensitive information, these days my perspective is if you want it to be secret it's on paper hidden in your mattress or something

[vodika-vibes]

Hi! I'm new on Tumblr so sorry if I trapass any line asking this.😅

Recently I read an immagine about our Batchers and their numbers and I noticed that they're a squad no? But normal clone squads are composed by 5 clones not 4.

And then I realised that 99 is the number of the clone force. What if the missing clone from the Bad Batch was in fact clone 99? And something happened in his gene modification and he turned out like that.

(I know it's long but I need a lot of word to express myself. Also English isn't my first language so sorry if there are any mistakes. Love your work btw☺️)

Hi there! Welcome ~

So, as far as I understand, Commando squads, such as the batch, are generally made up of four men.

For example, Delta Squad. Which is made up of Boss, Fixer, Scorch, and Sev.

The Batch follows a similar makes with Hunter, Tech, Wrecker, and Crosshair. With the same specialties.

Hunter/Boss being the squad leader. Tech/Fixer being the tech expert. Wrecker/Scorch being explosive ordinances expert. Crosshair/Sev being snipers.

Regular squads, such as Domino Squad, are set up a bit differently, being made up of five parts rather than four. Why this is, I have no idea. I can hazard a guess, based off of what I remember if their personalities, that the squads would have the same basic make-up as delta, but with an additional "face" person. You know, the charming one who is naturally good at dealing with civilian.

Of course. I could just be pulling this out my ass. It's entirely possible that squads are always made up of four men and domino squad is just weird.

As for 99...if I remember correctly, his proper designation is Alpha-99, which would put him in the same area as Alpha-17. If I remember correctly there was a problem with the increased aging gene with 99 so he aged a lot faster than his brothers and the Kaminoans didn't bother to try and fix it.

Although, perhaps 99 was meant to be their trainer? Which would explain why they have designations CT-9901 to CT-9904.

But really, this is just me rambling at this point. Train of thought writing, ftw lol.

And no need to worry about the language thing! You probably speak English better than I do and I'm a native speaker!

[valeriley]

@inception30daychallenge Day 17: How did the team spend the rest of the week on the first dream level?

2 days, 11 hours, 45 minutes.

That’s how long they’ve been here, and they still had almost 5 days before waking up.

Arthur was sure he’d go insane first. He hated sitting idly at the best of times, but here, with anxiety about Cobb and Saito’s fates and crippling guilt gnawing at him and nothing to distract him, it was a particular flavour of hell.

He let out a weary sigh and tightened his grip on the rail overlooking the city. He was alone. Eames still had a duty to look after Fisher and no one was talking to Yusuf right now. Ariadne had stayed with him for a while at first, relating what happened on the third level and Limbo and just keeping each other company, but when she decided to go back to their designated warehouse to rest he didn’t follow, needing to keep on the lookout for projections. 

It was admittedly a flimsy excuse, the projections had calmed down now that Fisher was, presumably, at peace with everything, and there were remarkably few of them in the area of the city the team had claimed for themselves at a distance from where Fisher was staying. But he had already fucked up far too much for one job, he wasn’t going to take any more risks.

He tensed as he heard approaching footsteps, but then he recognised who it was.

‘Eames. Shouldn’t you be with Fisher?’

‘But babysitting is so boring, darling. I reckoned your company would be more pleasant.’ Eames answered cheekily.

‘Piss off, Eames.’ Arthur turned away from him. ‘I’m not in the mood for your games.’

‘Mm, it appears I miscalculated the pleasantness of the occasion.’

Arthur snorted. ‘Seriously Eames, why are you here? In case you haven’t noticed we’re still in the middle of a job and you left the mark alone. Do you realize how irresponsible it is?’

‘Relax, Arthur. Fisher’s fine, I may also hazard that the inception worked. But he actually did ask for some time for himself, so…’ He shrugged. ‘I’ll just go check on him tomorrow.’ 

Eames leaned on the rail beside Arthur. ‘I’m more interested in seeing how you're holding up, honestly.’

Arthur rolled his eyes. ‘I’m fine.’

‘Ariadne doesn’t think so. And forgive me, Arthur, but looking at you,’ he gave Arthur a once-over with no trace of his usual leer. ‘I’m more inclined to believe her than you.’

Arthur scowled. ‘Ariadne can well mind her own damn business. And you as well.’ It came out less angry and more brittle than Arthur would have liked, and he looked away.

Eames gently bumped his shoulder to Arthur’s. ‘Come on, pet. Don’t be like that. You can’t blame her for being worried.’

‘I wish she didn’t. There’s no need.’

‘Debatable. And in any case it doesn’t work like that, I’m afraid. She’s a good sort. Did you know she’s already dragged Yusuf out of his shame corner? And probably lectured, psychoanalysed and then forgiven him, by the look of things. Next we know, she’s going to rope him into playing cards or chess or something equally ridiculous.’

Arthur huffed out a poor approximation of a laugh. ‘Has she, now? I bet she even told him what’s the best way to grovel and apologize to us.’ He shook his head. ‘She’s too smart for her own good. And too good for our kind of world.’

Eames chuckled. ‘She’ll rule dreamshare one day, let me tell you. She’s even better than Cobb.’ And like that the mood sank again.

‘So is that what got you all doom and gloom, now?’ Eames asked after a minute with a sigh, far more softly than before, and Arthur felt a surge of rage.

‘Oh, for God’s sake, Eames! Of course it is! How can you be so unaffected?’ He snapped irritably. ‘Cobb and Saito are gone and lost in Limbo, and we’re still trapped here for days and not truly safe till we wake up and out of the plane, and we don’t know if and how they’ll be able to wake up at all, and if they don’t who knows what the hell expects all of us once we land, and it’s all my fucking fault!’ His voice kept rising and becoming more frantic as he got more and more worked up. ‘It’s my fault for being unable to do something so fucking simple as checking if he was militarized, and now all our fucking lives are hanging by thread! And for what? For nothing, no one!’

‘Enough!’ Eames grasped at his shoulder and shook it a little, the contact and firm order both so unexpected that stopped Arthur in his tracks. Then lower, gentler. ‘Enough, darling. Please. You can’t do this to yourself. You can’t take the blame for every single thing that went wrong. Not everything is neatly recorded, and even if it was, you had more than enough on your plate and no matter how hard you try you’re not a robot. Unexpected shit happens all the time. It’s not your fault.’

Eames started rubbing his thumb on the soft skin of his neck soothingly, and Arthur didn’t deserve it but he was weak, he was so fraught and exhausted that he couldn’t bring himself to shake his hand off, greedy for Eames’ warmth. ‘But it is. We wouldn’t be in this situation if we had known about the militarization.’ He said brokenly.

‘Or if we had known about the sedative.’ Eames grumbled. 

And yeah, okay, Eames had a point, that betrayal still stung. But still, it wouldn’t have been such a problem if he had done his own goddamn job. ‘But-’

Eames interrupted him right away with a squeeze of his shoulder, his gaze so intense Arthur felt himself unravelling under it. ‘But nothing, Arthur. You fucked up, okay, that’s true. But the mess we’re in isn’t just your fault. That knowledge wouldn’t have protected us fully anyway. Maybe Saito would have still been shot, or maybe you in an attempt to protect us, and then we would have been in even more trouble. We will never know. As we don’t yet know if Cobb and Saito are actually lost forever or not. But there’s no use despairing now, so let’s try to stay optimist instead, yeah?’

‘Eames…’ Arthur choked around the lump in his throat, and his vision turned blurry.

Eames suddenly wrapped his arms tightly around him. ‘Oh, Arthur, please, stop torturing yourself for it. You did the best you could. And even if it wasn’t enough, even if Cobb and Saito won’t wake up, we’ll cross that bridge when we get there. Together. But Cobb already came back from Limbo once. So, and I can’t believe I’m really saying this about that bastard, have faith in him.’

It was just too much, the last shreds of his facade crumbled and Arthur buried his head in Eames’ neck and cried all his frustration and exhaustion and grief, while Eames merely held him close and whispered sweet reassurances.

When his tears subsided he didn’t move, a bit embarrassed by his outburst, but Eames didn’t comment, merely asked if he felt better.

‘Not really. But maybe-’ Arthur let out a shuddering breath and finally lifted his head to look at Eames. He was smiling, sad and impossibly fond, and Arthur’s heart squeezed. ‘Maybe you’re right. If there’s someone who can come out of Limbo it’s Cobb, so we have reason to hope. I’ll try not to worry about it so much.’

Eames’ smile brightened. ‘That’s the spirit, love. And lucky for you, I know the perfect distraction from life’s troubles. How about we go teach Ariadne and Yusuf proper poker? We’ll make him lose all the extra money he’s unduly earned as punishment.’

Arthur let Eames drag him away in companionable silence.

It didn’t last long.

‘So.’ Eames started. ‘What happened in your level? It was only a fraction of a second so I can’t be sure, but I’d bet what I saw wasn’t the ceiling of the room.’

And so Arthur told him about how he fought projections in zero gravity and improvised the kick by exploding the elevator.

Eames’ eyes widened more and more, and when the story was finished he stopped them. ‘Why are you being so bloody modest? That’s genius. Never let anyone tell you you have no imagination. You saved us, Arthur!’

‘That’s you, I believe.’ But a small smile was playing on his lips.

‘Well, sometimes I’m an idiot.’ And he kissed Arthur soundly, and Arthur couldn't help kissing back, it had been so long. 

They pulled apart at the same moment and rested their foreheads against each other. ‘Darling, what are you doing after this?’

Arthur’s heart was pounding, but he was still the pointman and ensuring everyone's safety had to be his top priority. ‘Assuming everything goes right, we’ll need to separate, just like we planned.’

‘Can’t we just leave together? Just the two of us.’ Eames pleaded.

‘No. It’s too risky,’ Arthur reasoned, sounding regretful. ‘And I’m long due for a visit home.’

‘Oh. Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. But after that we will talk, right? About… this.’ He gestured helplessly between them, and his eyes were so huge and hopeful, mirroring the same longing Arthur felt, and Arthur couldn't resist.

‘Yeah.’ Arthur promised, entwining their fingers. ‘We’ll talk later.’

It was still raining, but Arthur felt lighter, a ray of hope in the shape of Eames had finally pierced through the thick clouds in his mind. Things were still a mess and very uncertain, and there was nothing to be done now till they woke up, but no matter what the future held, he wouldn’t have to go through it alone. He smiled.

[demigodelsea]

pjo disneyland area? (chb only)

i have a throwaway acc with this same idea/s so if u ever recognize it or find it, that’s me

but this is only CHB and not jupiter because jupiter is a WHOLE other story

i would so design this for free btw

the entrance: welcome to camp half-blood with thalia's tree, along with peleus and the golden fleece hanging on it

the amphitheater. and there would be campfire sessions at certain times and there would be actors as will or anybody really and there'll be sing-a-longs

a set time for a claiming ceremony at the ampitheater, where anybody can get claimed or maybe it's random luck if you get claimed (like the actors pick a person and be like aha you're apollo's kid!)

or there's kind of like an all-day place to get claimed, you take the little test and you get a certificate or something haha

there's definitely a rock climbing wall (personally lava would be great but that is a little too hazardous for disneyland) but there would be some sort of modification right, or at least make it an unusual climbing wall

there should be archery lessons (real) or it can be a ride, like that laser shooting one that already exists in another part of disneyland

A STRAWBERRY FIELD MAZE

of course the big house. possibly have arcade stuff or special stuff in there, and of course food

cabins: aphrodite's could be the merch place, hephaestus/bunker nine could be someplace where you could make something to take home

there should be a way we can make necklaces, every year they make a new bead and you get it the first time you come and when you come back the following year, you can get a different one

AND FOOD: ambrosia and nectar, BLUE FOOD, a bunch of strawberry flavored stuff, fonzies... the goods

[aktechworld]

From Snow Tires to Road Signs – How Canadian Driving Tests Reflect Real-World Challenges

Getting a driver’s license in Canada is about more than just passing a test — it’s about proving you can handle the real-world challenges that come with driving in a country known for its extreme weather, diverse landscapes, and bilingual culture. Unlike in many other countries, Canadian driving tests are carefully designed to reflect everyday conditions on the road. Here's how Canadian driving exams prepare drivers for real life behind the wheel.

Key Points :

1. Winter Driving Expectations Are Built In : Canada is famous for its long, harsh winters. Even if your road test isn’t during snowfall, you're expected to understand winter driving fundamentals. Examiners look for careful acceleration, extended stopping distances, and defensive driving techniques suitable for icy roads. Knowledge tests often include questions about snow tire usage and emergency procedures in winter weather. 2. Bilingual and Symbol-Based Road Signs Are Common : Canada is a bilingual nation, and road signs often include both English and French, especially in provinces like Quebec and New Brunswick. Additionally, symbol-based signs are used across the country to ensure clarity for international visitors and residents. Understanding these signs is essential — and they're a major part of the written test. 3. Wildlife Awareness Is Essential in Rural Testing : In rural areas, animal crossings are a real hazard. From moose in Newfoundland to deer in Alberta, drivers need to stay alert and respond quickly. Driver education courses emphasize wildlife safety, and learners are expected to recognize animal warning signs and take safe precautions when spotting wildlife on or near the road. 4. Urban and Rural Driving Conditions Are Both Tested : Canadian licensing exams aim to prepare drivers for every type of road. In urban test routes, you’ll face complex intersections, public transit lanes, and pedestrian-heavy zones. Rural routes may include unpaved roads, limited signage, and reduced visibility conditions. The goal is to ensure that licensed drivers are versatile and confident in both settings. 5. Preparation Tools Reflect Real Scenarios : Passing your test means being ready for what Canadian roads throw at you — and that means studying with tools that match the environment. Platforms like licenseprep.ca offer tailored practice tests, road sign flashcards, and location-specific prep tools. Whether you’re applying in BC, Ontario, or the Yukon, licenseprep.ca helps you prepare the smart way, based on real test formats and regional requirements.

[dollsonmain]

So, I live on a golf course, and there are water hazards.

When we moved in 17 years ago, there were fountains and a higher number of water hazards.

A couple years back some of them were drained and a water treatment plant was built into the community that butts up against ours.

The big fountain also broke a long time ago and was never replaced.

Ever since then, the water hazards have constantly been green with muck.

I don't live where I can see or smell the water hazards so them being green doesn't bother me much. I forget all about them existing except that once a week trip to town where I see them for a second when we drive by.

The neighbors, though, are constantly going on about them and have been for years.

This year there are people that don't live in our neighborhood complaining about people complaining about the water hazards. This didn't used to be such a problem but Nextdoor changed the way the feed is presented and now, instead of being able to see just your neighborhood in reverse chronological order, then being able to select that once every 60 days but having to redo it every 60 days, to having 3 feeds: For You, which is useless like in all social media platforms, most recent [of all neighborhoods in your area], or "nearby" which is a smaller area of nearby neighborhoods and out of time order. So people are getting worse feeds and worse info and it's annoying the users of the platform.

Every year it's people saying "I talked to the HOA/Golf Course/Utility Board and they said one of the others is responsible for the water hazards!" The HOA says it's the utility board, the golf course says it's the utility board, the utility board says it's not them it's the golf course or the HOA.

This time I was like "Maybe instead of asking the three of them, because they always point their fingers elsewhere, we should figure out who actually KNOWS who owns the water hazards. No one is going to do anything until that's known because none of the three of them want to take responsibility for an expensive, constant upkeep project that's not theirs to take."

But the whole thread devolved into "SHUT UP ABOUT THE PONDS!" and "ACCORDING TO THE UTILITY BOARD THE HOA WAS WRONG WHEN IT SAID THE UTILITY BOARD IS RESPONSIBLE!" and "IT'S THE GOLF COURSE'S RESPONSIBILITY BECAUSE THOSE OTHERS SAY IT IS!" just around and around in circles.

I'm just kind of like "Ok, guys, you have fun with that nonconstructive merry-go-round. Again."

Not that I have any idea which department/office would know the answer to the question.

But like, I can't get mad at these people for not seeing the other threads that were started a few days ago about the same subjects or missing good, reasonable responses because the feed is so poorly designed and that sucks. It could be a great community resource if it were better implemented.

And it's also just...... Such. A small and insignificant problem. The people here really have nothing more pressing to worry about? Aren't they lucky.

[primedrivingschoolva]

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Driving classes near Vienna are designed to cater to diverse needs. Here are some of the popular programs available:

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[karaloza]

Legend of Zelda Theme Park: Mini-Attractions

My theme park is still a WIP, even with a big detailed map already created. Lately I’ve been thinking about “mini-attractions”—little points of interest that provide brief entertainment without being so large or elaborate as to require a designated queue space (though they might attract enough people that an informal queue would form). They might not even be listed on the map…although the Grove of the Master Sword, which is about the scale of the thing I am envisioning, is. These are things people would have to stumble across and experiment with on their own initiative. Here are a few concepts:

Don Gero’s Frog Chorus (Zora’s Domain)

Around the side of the Lovely Scales music shop (or maybe in a back corner of the shop itself) is a little artificial pond with a fallen log arch protruding above the water, upon which are perched several colorful frogs. Around the rim of the pond, pressure pads in matching colors trigger the frogs to sing, each in their own register. Try it alone or coordinate with friends to direct the choir!

Gloom Chasm (Dark World)

This one actually is depicted on the existing map, it’s just not labeled. At the far western end of the Dark World, around the corner from the entrance to Into the Depths, a planter bed is marred with a gaping pit, its sides streaked with sludgy black and red. There’s a crude fence around it, as if someone was in a terrible hurry to secure the area, and a sign on the fence reads: “WARNING: Gloom Hazard! Keep Away From Chasm!” Wait beside it long enough, and suspicious reverberating sounds—monster roars and more—will emanate faintly from it as if originating deep below.

Zonai Device Dispensers (Skyward Realm)

For every Tears of the Kingdom player who ever wished Zonai devices were real. A few of these gacha machines are located around the Skyward Realm, looking much like they do in the game but much smaller, and accordingly spitting out capsules containing smaller, toy versions of Zonai devices which can be connected together to make working constructions…within reason, of course! (I’ll do an add-on post describing how I think certain devices would have to be nerfed or otherwise altered to be feasible as toys.) The price per drop is somewhere between three and ten dollars, depending on how large the devices are—it might be wise to split them up into size/complexity categories and give each dispenser a separate stock of items to draw from accordingly. While I’m at it, I suppose we could do like the game does and drop bonus capsules if you buy a bunch at once…just not to the same extent! Twelve for five is a bit much for a real-world bulk discount!

[alloypersonaltrainingusa]

Master Great Exercise Techniques With A Physical Trainer

Regarding accomplishing your fitness goals, you really need the right direction. A personal physical trainer can assist you in preventing mishaps, better your training results, and understanding appropriate exercise techniques. Working with a certified trainer offers unmatched advantages regardless of your level of experience with exercise or sports. A physical trainer guarantees correct form, helps you create a customised exercise plan and keeps you motivated.

With the help of a physical trainer, you can pick up good exercise techniques like follows:

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Knowing The Correct Form And Approach

Hiring a physical trainer mostly comes from a need to perfect proper form. The bad form could lead to injuries and slow down Development. Strength trainers near me concentrate on technique to make sure every exercise is done right. A trainer can provide insightful comments on your movement, alignment, and posture. Learning the correct technique lets you maximise your workouts and target the right muscles. They also let you change your motions as necessary, so avoiding bad habits from arising.

Avoiding Mistakes With Professional Guidance

Any exercise program depends critically on injury prevention. Strains, sprains, and long-term damage can all follow from poor technique while weight lifting or aerobics. Correct exercising techniques taught by a physical trainer will help you avoid these hazards. They track your movements constantly and adjust to make sure you don't overreach or push yourself too much. Correct coaching will help you to reduce your chance of injury while also allowing you to workout confidently. Working out on your own alone could cause you to ignore this degree of concentration.

Encouragement To Keep Consistency

Keeping motivation to work can be difficult, particularly in cases when you do not observe immediate results. Close by is a private trainer ready to motivate and assist you. They make you responsible and help you to keep on target even if you would rather not work out. Their help will help you to develop a successful habit and keep Consistency. Professional motivation might assist you in reaching your fitness goals. Trainers also acknowledge your achievements—no matter how small—to keep you motivated and on target.

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One of the best approaches to reach your fitness objectives is to engage a physical trainer. Their knowledge, guidance, and support will enable you to improve the outcomes of your workouts. Learning correct techniques, keeping motivated, and avoiding injuries will help you to achieve long-term success in your fitness quest. Hiring a qualified physical trainer will affect your health and well-being, whether your search is for a gym with trainer or a private trainer close by.