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Pylon Reenactment Society Interview: Different, But Related Beast

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BY JORDAN MAINZER

Up until now, it still feels like we've been slowly closing the book on Pylon. Since initially disbanding in 1983, the Athens, GA post-punk band reunited and broke up many times, coming out of retirement for the final time in 2004 for a show. A few years later, in 2007, lead singer Vanessa Briscoe Hay and guitarist Randy Bewley, along with other staples of the Athens music scene, joined supergroup Supercluster. Pylon technically ended with Bewley's tragic death of a heart attack in 2009, but for the next decade-plus, they kept getting their critical flowers as post-punk influences increasingly infiltrated independent music. 2020 saw the release of the excellent Pylon Box (New West), which consisted of remasters of the Athens, GA post-punk band's first two albums, a collection of singles and alternate mixes, a previously unreleased recording of a band practice, and an accompanying essay and book telling the band's story. So that's it, right?

Sort of. Maybe on Friday.

It might have been, if not for Pylon Reenactment Society. Initially formed in 2014 as a one-off entity for Art Rock Athens, PRS--featuring Casper & the Cookies guitarist and Hay's fellow Supercluster member Jason NeSmith--continued to play shows, release Pylon covers, and even share a few original songs over the years. Now, Hay, NeSmith, bassist Kay Stanton, and drummer Gregory Sanders are set to drop the first PRS album, Magnet Factory, Friday via Strolling Bones. Almost as a way to bridge the gap between Pylon and Pylon Reenactment Society, the album features two songs that Pylon wrote and played live many times, but never recorded. Even better, its nine original songs combine the best aspects of Pylon--sharp guitars, slinky bass, steady, yet forceful four-on-the-floor drums, Hay's oft-dadaist poetry--with a newfound appetite for more varied song structures and moods. The first song PRS released for Magnet Factory was one of those aforementioned Pylon-penned tunes (credited to all four original members--Hay, Bewley, bassist Michael Lachowski, and drummer Curtis Crowe--as the band was famously democratic in process). "3x3" builds up with a thudding kick drum and arpeggiated lead guitar line, as Hay yelps a party-like to-do list of buying beer and playing music, breathlessly honoring the most ordinary of activities. But if you put the needle down or press play on Magnet Factory, the first song you'll hear, "Spiral", gradually arises, flickering with wiry guitars, a much more subdued sound from a band that never really was so. The diversity differentiates PRS from Pylon.

Yes, there are plenty of throwbacks on Magnet Factory. "Heaven (In Your Eyes)" is another Pylon-penned original, pre-dating their first album Gyrate, featuring a screamed chorus, courtesy of Hay's mighty gravel chucker of a voice. "Fix It" is, amazingly, Hay's first recorded collaboration with Kate Pierson of The B-52s, a band to which Pylon has forever been linked in the cultural consciousness of Athens. And "Flowers Everywhere" juxtaposes speedy disco drum fills with tremolo guitars, Hay mixing singing and spoken word about the innate self-worth of people, showcasing her longstanding ability to write anthems out of simple lyrics as much as exude pearls of stream-of-consciousness wisdom. But the standouts on Magnet Factory would have been outliers on Pylon albums, from "Spiral" to the album's equally deliberate closer "I'll Let You Know". Best, in an act of affection-as-resistance, Hay's first gutturally screamed words don't come until 1/3 of the way through the album, and they come with a declaration of devotion. On the militaristic march "Messenger", she sings, "No one wants to fight," before belting, "Sending love to you!" It's a look to the listener, her bandmates, the world, and one of the most exhilarating recorded moments of her career.

Around the new year, I spoke with Hay and NeSmith over Zoom, calling from their respective homes in Athens. At the time, the band was practicing for a few shows later in January in California, though they didn't have any actual tours planned, and still haven't revealed any tour dates. "It's difficult to tour financially for independent artists like us," Hay said. Thankfully, fans can get a taste of at least PRS' live presence with the videos for "3x3" and "Flowers Everywhere", which films the four band members on stage. "A video is a way to share art with the world," Hay continued. Still, PRS is playing an album release show at Hendershot's in Athens with Organically Programmed Orchestra, and they're slated to play SXSW in Austin in March. "I'm excited to get this band in front of people who have or have not seen that we're a different, but related beast from Pylon," said NeSmith.

Below, read my conversation with Hay and NeSmith, edited for length and clarity. We spoke about many of the songs on Magnet Factory, the history of the Athens scene, and playing live.

Since I Left You: You've taken the time to contextualize Pylon Reenactment Society: It's not Pylon, though it has Pylon in the name. The band has been around now for 10 years. Is it hard for fans to differentiate between the two? Are there people who have come to see Pylon Reenactment Society who don't know about Pylon?

Vanessa Briscoe Hay: It's a bit of both. Every new generation that comes up discovers music. To the younger folks, we're a new band. They may have heard of us or seen us in [Tony Gayton's 1986 documentary] Athens, GA: Inside/Out, or saw the [Athens, GA Inside/Out 2: Red Turns Blue] movie we were in, or saw the Pylon box set Jason and I worked on along with Henry Owings and Michael Lachowski that came out in 2020. When we go play shows in other areas of the country, our audience may have a group of [20-]year- olds, and there will be another group that are older, in their 30's, 40's, 50's, 60's, and even a few 70-year-olds who were around when Pylon first got together back in 1979. I think we're a multi-generational band with a multi-generational audience.

SILY: There's a lot of contemporary music that, to my years, is very influenced by Pylon, the Athens scene, or post punk in general. So when people hear a Pylon record or hear Pylon Reenactment Society live, it seems fresh and relevant.

Jason NeSmith: I agree with you there. The Pylon records from the 80's still sound pretty fresh and relevant. If they remained unreleased until this year, they'd sound current to me. I guess that's partially a blessing of them not getting overexposed back in 1980-1983 the way they might have. They weren't overplayed the way you might think of U2, another one of those bands tagged early on as post-punk but who are now part of the landscape. They had a Joy Division influence, too, but they're an arena band. The way that Pylon seemed to put their material together was so sui generis, a genre of one. You might hear reverberations of the time period, but nothing that sounds so much like something you already know too well. People are still influenced by that era and that sound, and these particular sounds are still relevant. It's great, and we're happy to add to that feeling with the new material.

SILY: Pylon Reenactment Society has released some recorded material, but Magnet Factory is your debut album. "3x3" definitely seems like the perfect segue from one chapter to the next because it was a Pylon song not recorded until now. How does "3x3" fit as a Pylon Reenactment Society song?

JN: I love performing Pylon's released material in a live context. It's so much fun. We did do a covers EP, which was kind of by accident. We clearly don't want to be known as a strict covers band. We already planned a long time ago on writing new material and have done it a lot already. The pandemic interrupted things, as it tended to do. We weren't going to cover existing Pylon material for our debut record--that would just be ridiculous. But it absolutely made sense for us to pick up on where Pylon had not completed something. They played "3x3" for years at dozens of shows. It was one of Randy's favorite songs, and Vanessa brought it up a lot to us. When we were thinking about what could possibly go on the debut record, a lot of things were floated, and it was one we all thought was appropriate. It's so elemental. It's such an indestructible song. There was no chance we were gonna mess it up, so we went for it. [laughs]

SILY: When I was listening to "it"3x3" for the first time, it immediately had that classic creation of tension from he words Vanessa is singing, sort of mundane things like buying beer and playing music at a party. When I watched the video, the vibe was so much more celebratory and cathartic. Do you think the song straddles those two lines or exists as both tense and celebratory at the same time?

VBH: I think it is tense and celebratory, celebratory just from the sound. There's something about the sound of the instruments, and maybe what I'm singing. The overall sound is very joyous. It's something easily tapped into by people who like to dance and go to shows. It's a lot of fun to perform live. Before Randy passed away, I kept saying, "We need to go into the studio and record the song." Unfortunately, he passed away before that could happen. We even though about bringing in Michael and Curtis and getting Jason to play. But this is so much better. It's a bridge between then and now. Like Jason's saying, it's hard to mess up. [laughs] But it's a lot of fun! That's the most important thing.

JN: It's almost like a Stooges song. "I Wanna Be Your Dog" is two chords, though "3x3" is three chords. It's got that more...you know what, I'm done talking about that song. [laughs] That's how elemental it is. It describes itself.

VBH: Yeah, you don't wanna start picking things apart too much. You lose a little bit of the magical feeling of just listening to it. People should just listen to it and make up their own minds.

SILY: The record is bookended by two songs that, were you familiar with Pylon, have sounds, tempos, or moods you might not expect. "Spiral" is subdued, and "I'll Let You Know" ends the album a bit more gently. Was that an intentional decision?

VBH: I came up with an unspoken theme for the album, and Jason helped me decide how to put the songs in the order to get there, but I was thinking about a French movie about the seven ages of woman, [1960's Love and the Frenchwoman], and human beings and the process they go through, starting with before you're born and [ending with death]. But I'm not promoting the lifespan of a human as the frame for the album, and maybe I shouldn't be talking about it here because people might start reading too many things into it. But it's nice to have an idea to wrap something around.

JN: I saw it as an organizing principle as much as a theme. [This] way to organize the material necessitated bookending the record with sounds a little bit outside of the palette that Pylon used. That's where you might hear some things poking through from the individual players: the way Kay plays bass, the way Gregory plays drums or adds other sonic textures. The new elements that they introduce and that I introduce. It sounds more at peace with the past because Vanessa's voice is familiar and still strong, but it's a whole new mood.

VBH: Do you want people as they're making music to stay stagnant? [We don't want] people [to] say, "They sound exactly like they did in 1981. They really are just a cover band with no new ideas." People change and grow, and I've learned and changed and grown as I've worked with these particular musicians. I've worked with Kay and Jason for a long time now--we had a recording project called Supercluster that was basically a writing project. Randy was in there, too. We can't stay still or pretend to be something we're not. We've lived, we've learned, we bring part of that process to how we make our art.

SILY: One thing that seems to have stayed consistent, though, between Pylon and Pylon Reenactment Society is Vanessa's penchant for occasional moments for lyrical absurdism or mantras. When you write, do those come out of the blue? Like, "Haven't you heard about candy?" on "Boom Boom", or, "Seek facts without fear," on "No Worries"?

VBH: [laughs] It's really strange, but when I write--and this sounds kind of pretentious--I try to empty my mind and see what happens. I'll let the music suggest things and ideas to me, and these things sometimes very easily pop up and almost write themselves, on the spot, like our Christmas song "Christmas Daze", which isn't on the record. Sometimes, I'll have to work with it, and I'll write a lot of words and end up crossing them out. Sometimes, things are so awkward, we don't even record them. They don't even make it that far. A lot of the time, I feel like the blame would be on me because I was awkward and wasn't able to fully get in touch with what I wanted to do with that particular song. [On Magnet Factory,] we ended up with 9 songs that we wrote and 2 songs we arranged that were Pylon songs, and I'm really happy at this stage in my life to be able to record and put this out and to write. I never stopped writing. I write something almost every day. I'll fill pages and pages on my iPad, or a scratchpad with a lot of words, and I'll start paring them down, crossing them off, and get the words to something more universal.

SILY: None other than The B-52s' Kate Pierson features on "Fix It". With The B-52s on their farewell tour, does it feel like an end of an era in the Athens music scene?

JN: I got here in 2000, and the Athens scene had already died many deaths. [laughs] "You should have been here in '84," or, "You should have been here in '73," or, "You should have been here in '98." It's over and over again. People age out of it. There's always a new band coming that may or may not have been influenced by what came before them. It's a cliché to say there's something in the water, but the scene keeps reinventing itself. As for The B-52s, I think it's quite possible for somebody to come to town, fully take part in the scene, and not even know that "Rock Lobster" was written a mile away from where they're standing. In a way, that's really unfortunate, but in another way, it's a testament to the power of the island of misfit toys we have here that remains. In a way, that era is still here, but the players have changed.

VBH: Just like there are layers on time on top of each other here, you'll be moving down the street or past this corner that 45 years ago other kids were hanging out on, making their music. If you are sensitive, you can feel those vibrations. What's important is they existed here and created the music they created and will be part of Athens. It's the beginning of the modern music scene. We had other bands before that were very good. The B-52s changed it all.

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SILY: "Fix It", along with a few other songs on the record, builds up in volume and intensity and plays with tempo. "Heaven (In Your Eyes)" plays with dynamics. Vanessa, do you think this record is some of the most instrumentally dynamic music you've ever recorded?

VBH: Me personally, perhaps. Jason has a band called Casper & the Cookies that are quite well known for tempo changes and dynamics. [laughs]

JN: From my perspective, looking at Vanessa's catalog with Pylon, maybe that's true. Supercluster had some dynamics. Pylon was more in the habit of being a steady state band.

VBH: A four on the floor kind of beat.

JN: "Heaven" being an early Pylon song, the live recordings of it are also very dynamic. That's why we wanted to do it. It's tender and ferocious in turns, and we wanted to try that on. [Magnet Factory is] maybe the most dynamic Pylon-related music that's been released, but not performed.

VBH: I definitely used a lot of dynamics singing live.

JN: I wonder if Black Francis/Frank Black ever listened to Pylon, just because of the loud-quiet-loud thing. He could have gotten it from several places, but it could be because he was listening to Gyrate.

SILY: I'd be surprised if he hadn't! It seems like notable musicians from specific eras often devour the notable musicians from 10 years prior.

VBH: Perhaps he did. I know we were in the studio for our 3rd album [Chain], and Gary Smith from Fort Apache [Studios] had come down to work with us, and Black Francis called him while we were in the studio. I don't know what they were talking about. [laughs] Talkin' about somethin'.

SILY: Vanessa, it took you a few songs in on this album to scream. Vocally, you have a lot of interplay between speaking, singing, and your quintessential raspy sort-of scream. When you record or write, how often are you trying out different vocal deliveries? Or do you know how you're going to sing from the get-go?

VBH: I don't know from the get-go. Jason can tell you that. I'll try all different kinds of ways, and often, he'll be the first to suggest, "Why don't you do it like you did it last time when you were singing it higher?" They give me input about what might sound better. Playing with phrasing is a lot of the fun of being a vocalist.

SILY: Have you played all of these songs live at some point?

VBH: Not all of them. We have quite a few of them in our regular set, but we've been practicing them.

SILY: Are you planning a larger tour, and--fingers-crossed--coming to the Midwest?

VBH: I'd love to come back to the Midwest, to Chicago and maybe Ohio, Kentucky, go up through the middle of the country. We haven't set any dates yet. I know we're going to South By Southwest in March. We'll do a Northeast type of tour a little later in the year. I'm hoping we make it to the Midwest, because I really like it there.

JN: Me too. All we need is the right person to ask us. We'll be hoppin' in the van on the way up there.

VBH: We played the Barely Human Festival in Detroit in 2017 and added a Chicago date to it at the Beat Kitchen. It was February, so it was so cold. The Festival had Xeno & Oaklander and John Bender. I thought John Bender was the perfect name for what he was doing. He looked like a mad professor, like a circuit bender. He gave us business cards. There was a band called Black Marble that played after us. They were all electronic musicians except for us. [The festival] got this beautiful drum kit just for us. We went on at 2 A.M. It was great playing in Mexicantown in Detroit at El Club. It went on all night.

JN: ESG played, but we missed them.

VBH: When we played in Chicago, we played with Ovef Ow and The Baby Magic, two local punk bands.

JN: The Baby Magic were crazy! They were really good.

SILY: When you practice performing, are you adapting the songs to the stage or getting a feel for how you might like to jam them out?

VBH: There are some added sounds on the album, but when we wrote the songs, and when we recorded them, we made the decision to use these four particular people in the band, other than Kate Pierson. We wrote them in a way they could be performed live. Not to say there isn't some studio witchery going on sometimes, but you will definitely recognize the song live from the album. You're not going to be saying, "Oh, what is that?" [laughs]

JN: That is one of the things we're carrying over from Pylon: the self-contained nature of the arrangements. If the guitar part I came up with in the practice space, that I thought was going to make it all the way through the song, is now two guitars, I have to rewrite it so I can play it again live. The intention is sleek, simplified arrangements that four people can play.

SILY: Is there anything either of you have been listening to, reading, or watching that's caught your attention?

VBH: That's a good question. My mind always goes blank when I have to come up with anything. [My husband] Bob [Hay] and I watch a TV show during dinnertime. We started that during the pandemic. We made it through all the seasons of The Sopranos. Then all 20 seasons of NCIS. Both seasons of NCIS: New Orleans. Now we've moved over to Fargo. We have murder with our dinner.

I like to read a lot of different things. I'm just interested in the world. I like to know what's going on. I read a lot of articles. The last book I read I truly loved all the way through was [Jessica Handler's] The Magnetic Girl.

JN: I've been reading a bunch of music books. I'd recommend The Story of the B-52s: The Neon Side of Town by Brigette A. Herron and Scott Creney. It convincingly reframes The B-52s as a band that actually matters a great deal, which might come as a surprise to people who only know them from their hits.

Musically, my job as a mastering engineer means I listen to music as work, and I enjoy my job, but when it's time for elective music, I need things that are going to turn my brain off, so I'll listen to things like Jon Hassell, especially his record with Brian Eno, Fourth World, Vol.1: Possible Musics. I just bought Pere Ubu's Dub Housing, which I've known for a long time but just own now on vinyl. It's tremendous. And Thinking Fellers Union Local 2082. Those are kind of my favorite sounds right now. That and Earth, Wind, & Fire in the car, because it makes you feel really good.

SILY: It probably makes you a better driver.

JN: Oh yeah. It keeps you alert. You're blood pressure's going. Defensive driving!

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user16: enjoy the break charles

maxverstappen1: let’s go y/n!! enjoy your break charles! try not to cause an inchidents in paris

charlesleclerc: i’ll do my best!! see you soon mate

scuderiaferrari: rest and recovery time 🔋

user16: no rest for yall tho !! get back to the factory and start making a better car

ynleclerc: je suis si fier de toi charles. je t'aime tellement [i am so proud of you charles. i love you so much]

charlesleclerc: je t'aime toujours et pour toujours [i love you always and forever]

user33: she’s learning her french 🥹

landonorris: tell y/n to bring me some thing back from paris

ynleclerc: a baguette?

landonorris: that or a magnet or a medal

ynleclerc: you got it bud

user32: charles leclerc the man that you are

user43: i hope they never stop posting wedding photos

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user16: THAT MEANS EMOTIONAL SUPPORT PERSON (charles) ALSO ARRIVED AHHHH

yourbff: i miss little leo oh my god he’s so cute

ynleclerc: he’s getting so big 😭😭😭🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

charlesleclerc: what about me 🥺 just kidding mon amour

ynleclerc: well you too baby but leo just looked too cute not to post

carlossainz55: principito [little prince] 👑

user17: heck he’s my emotional support pup too

user22: GOOD LUCK TONIGHT Y/N

arthurleclerc: and nothing about your emotional support brother in law???????

ynleclerc: oh hush

arthurleclerc: I WILL NOT BE SILENCED

arthurleclerc: oh and now you leave me on read

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F1Gossip: charles was in the stadium today supporting his wife, y/n leclerc, who is playing in the finals of the olympics for the uswnt! fans said charles was spotted with carlos, rebecca, arthur, pascale and lorenzo.

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user22: all the leclerc’s in attendance stop 😭

user23: this is so sweet omg

user24: why are carlos and rebecca there

user23: y/n and rebecca are best friends!!

user25: the leclerc’s love y/n so much im sick

user26: y/n is living the dream. a footy super star and a member of a truly royal family

user12: i just fell to my knees ,, look how smiley he is

user16: he loves his girl so much

user18: no bc i want someone to be this happy watching me 😭💔

user32: my favorite couple on the grid

user45: i’m not ready for my family to be broken up after abu dhabi

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ynleclerc: WE DID IT WE WON GOLD!!! we left absolutely everything out on that pitch - i am so unbelievably proud of this team. thank you to all the fans who supported us along the way and to my beautiful family and husband for making the trip to paris. i love you all 🤍🇺🇸

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user87: so proud of you

yourbff: you are so amazing i love you so much that’s my BEST FRIEND

ynleclerc: BESTIE BESTIE BESTIE

logansargeant: making america proud y/n!

ynleclerc: so are you logie 🇺🇸

charlesleclerc: y/n you inspire me every day. i could not be more in awe of you and everything you have and continue to accomplish. i love you my gorgeous golden girl

ynleclerc: 🥹 charlie!! don’t make me cry again

charlesleclerc: no crying cherie! leo can’t handle his maman crying

ynleclerc: ok i’ll hold it together for the baby

user16: ok but they’d be the cutest actual parents

ynleclerc: and we just might be sooner than you’d think user16

user16: Y/N?!?!?!? WHAT DOES THIS MEAN GIRL PLEASE TELL US RNCIM NAKENFKWNGKG

landonorris: so you are bringing me home a medal

ynleclerc: i told you i would

landonorris: sorry for doubting you bestie

ynleclerc: you should be sorry

user98: THATS OUR GIRL

mrapinoe: congrats y/n! so well deserved 🤍

ynleclerc: megan 😭😭😭😭 thank you

iamrebeccad: see how she wins a gold medal? very demure, very mindful, very cutesy

ynleclerc: see how she’s the most supportive best friend ever? very demure, very mindful, very cutesy

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a/n: thanks for reading!! likes and reblogs appreciated. been a bit slow on requests but am going to try to post more this weekend!!

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[baddiewiththebook]

Over the Years | e.m x reader | Prologue

-> The origin story of Eddie Munson, and how he fell in love with the worst person he possibly could - his best friend.

-> eddie munson x you (she/her)

-> friends to lovers, slow burn, angst

-> warnings - strong language, suggestive themes, smut [18+]

-> a/n I hope you're ready for a long series. This will cover the life of Eddie Munson, growing up in a trailer park and perhaps falling in love with you. Of course, there's a few complications on the way (perhaps his friend steals his girl - or maybe he becomes a rockstar and moves away) and the series includes so many tropes that I've chosen to keep them hidden away, so you don't get spoiled for later chapters. Muahaha! This will include smut, so PLEASE for the love of God, if you're under 18 - go away! Longer chapters await my friends. xo

-> <-

August 1970

This chair is uncomfortable.

Well, it’s for sure plastic. The static is making Eddie’s shirt sit uncomfortably on his body like a magnet that tethers him by an invisible line of Velcro. It’s not even his shirt. It’s his father’s old beaten shirt from a few years ago when he went to a car show.

It’s been forever. Eddie cranes his neck to stare at the big clock on the wall that he cannot read. The big hand is on the two and the little one is at the top on the twelve. It’s terribly late for him to be up, but that’s also what he thought when his father shook him awake and shoved him in the backseat of their car.

Letting his feet swing below him, Eddie wrestles in the plastic seat. Not a lot is going on around him.

It isn’t like how he sees on the televisions through the video store windows where the bad guy gets taken down by the cop. Although, his dad sure did put up a fight trying to get away from the cop. That doesn’t mean his dad is a bad guy though, right?

There’s only one cop sitting at his desk with papers stacked around him. He’s darker in skin tone with a fair amount of hair missing on top of his head. Wrinkles press the crown of his head. Scribbling something on the official looking sheet of paper, the cop mutters under his breath when the phone blares out an obnoxious ringing.

“Hello?” His southern draw laces into the phone call. “Yeah, send him in.”

The telephone is set back down onto the base, and the officer tilts his head at the young child occupying the seat next to his desk.

Edward Munson is the unforgettable boy. The wild child has a father made of criminal infamy in Hawkins, Indiana. It would appear that this time the old bastard has really gotten himself stuck for the long haul. Prison time. Long sheets of paperwork include one particular document that lists Wayne Munson, the uncle, as the child’s dependent as of right now.

Wayne bursts through the door with the secretary from the front desk. Eyes scorching from an exhausting drive after a terribly unrewarding shift at the factory, Wayne lays his gaze upon his disheveled nephew. Eddie doesn’t even have a proper shirt draped over his body. There’s not a doubt in Wayne’s mind that Al, his brother and the boy’s father, refused to pay a dime for clothes to cover his child.

It’s been a terrible struggle to encourage Al Munson to step up and become a father to his son. After his wife, Elizabeth, died, Al latched onto slots to fill the hole inside of his chest. Slowly, sleepovers at Uncle Wayne’s became a lot more routine and a lot longer stay for little Eddie.

That’s not to suggest that Eddie minds. Uncle Wayne has some pretty cool toys at his trailer. And, Wayne has a bed for him - unlike his dad, who lets him have the backseat of the car.

Al Munson gambled away all of his savings, and the house was foreclosed by the bank. He’s been avoiding his debts by living in his car with five-year old Eddie. That only worked for so long. Eventually, the police caught up to him.

Tonight Al was arrested for possession of illegal substances and a warrant from some time ago, and he is awaiting a trial that will most likely keep him locked away for a while.

“Hey, Eddie,” uncle Wayne approaches the small boy by dropping into a squat that’s closer to Eddie’s height. “Are you alright?”

Eddie bobs his head up and down.

“Sir,” the officer calls his attention. “I just need you to sign a few things and then we can release him to you.”

The secretary does the same as his uncle had done, and squats to his height. She’s very pretty. Pinned hair sits atop her head in a bun that’s shaped like an egg. Eddie giggles at this, his baby cheeks turning pink.

“Hi, Eddie,” she says sweetly. “Would you like a candy bar? You’ve been doing such an amazing job waiting for your Uncle.”

Her teeth are as white as diamonds. Dimples press her fleshy cheeks up, as she holds out a small chocolate bar in her hand. Well, Eddie has been spoiled tonight. Not only is he up past his bedtime, the officer that brought him here stopped to get him a hamburger first. And, now?

Eddie does take the chocolate bar kicking his feet with glee. The secretary helps open up the bar of chocolate for him, and he gobbles it down fast before his Uncle Wayne could see. Wayne thinks sugar keeps Eddie up at night.

Eddie keeps Eddie up all night.

It’s mere moments when his uncle returns to him, and the secretary waltzes back to her duties at her desk. Uncle Wayne gives his nephew the tightest hug, while hiding his tears in Eddie's shirt. It’s never ideal to have a brother, who refuses to take care of his child. The least Wayne could do is keep Eddie safe and out of harms way.

Holding a copy of the terminated parental rights of Alan Munson with one hand, Wayne scoops the boy up with his other and keeps him holstered onto his hip.

“Hold on,” Wayne directs.

Eddie clings to the plaid fabric of his uncle’s shirt collar. Too soon, will Eddie be grown up to where Wayne can’t coddle him anymore.

The walk out of the precinct is short. Eddie waves goodbye to the officers and the secretary, who took care of him for the hour that Wayne prepared his home and drove out here to get his nephew.

Wayne drives extra slow that evening, even though the roads are clear. Feeling heavy for the loss of a father, Eddie must learn life skills from his uncle. Not being a father himself, Wayne is apprehensive at best. There’s not a thing he wouldn’t do for this boy. When Eddie came into the world, Wayne became the third person to ever hold him. That comes after his mother, and his father.

There is so much hope in a newborn baby. No one has broken them yet. There’s still so many firsts to explore the big wide world.

Slowing at a stop, Wayne cranes his head into his overhead mirror. Eddie is lopped over the seat bucket with a pile of drool coming from between his lips. His eyes flash underneath his eyelids.

What Wayne doesn’t know, is that Eddie hasn’t had a real sleep in days. Ever since they lost the house, Eddie has kept one eye open in the backseat of his father’s car. Sleeping outside isn’t exactly peaceful. Horns honking. Babies crying. Someone’s always yelling. Not to mention his dad snores. Loud.

Wayne decides not to wake the sleeping boy when he does eventually pull in to his humble trailer. Killing the engine, Wayne quiets for a moment. The soft snore from his lips eventually turns into a groan, and the young boy kicks his legs out. Sitting upright and sleeping cannot possibly be comfortable.

The thought of raising a child has never crossed Wayne's mind. After Eddie had been born, Wayne swore children were too much for him to handle. They cry all the time, then you have to feed them and you have to make sure they're clean and not to mention that when they keep crying for no reason - you can't kill 'em. 'Suppose in a way Wayne has gotten the parenting thing down because of Eddie anyway. Being an uncle to Eddie is the best thing that's ever happened to him.

Eddie took his first steps right on that front porch in front of his house. Elizabeth, Eddie's mom, was leaving Eddie for a couple of hours for work, and Eddie grabbed onto one of the couches before wobbling after her.

Oh, how Wayne misses her. She was a saint of a woman. When she got sick, Wayne saw a different person in Al. He's not too harsh on his brother. It can't be easy missing the love of your life like that. But, the boy - Eddie stretches out when Wayne opens the back passenger door - Eddie should have been enough of a reason for Al to keep going.

Wayne unbuckles the boy, who slumps forward. Catching his head, Wayne slides his other hand underneath the young boy's knees. Eddie stirs. Wayne holds in his breath and he freezes. Eddie tilts his head, eyes batting sleepily, then leans forward into his uncle's heavily beating chest.

"Alright," Wayne whispers into his curls, "Come on."

Carrying him up the steps, Wayne tries a few times to open the front door. Getting the key in the lock is one trick, but now to actually open the door? It would probably have worked best if he had done this before carrying a hefty sleeping five year old. Noted.

Eventually, he twists the knob and pulls. He pulls enough, so that he can wedge his foot in the door. Grunting, Wayne twists around and scoots into the home.

Eddie begins to slide from his grasp, and Wayne juggles him a bit before he can fall. Eddie’s quite long for a five year old. Or, so he assumes. His limbs splay out like a praying mantis.

There’s an extra bedroom in the back of the trailer. Little robots and figurines take up most of the space where Wayne’s collection of books once were. A rickety wood desk that’s peeling apart is home to a number of old train car toys that Eddie really liked out of Wayne’s collection.

Tucking Eddie in to the old twin bed he bought at the thrift store with nearly half his paycheck, the young child is surrounded by a plush layer of blankets and pillows. But, Eddie still clung to his uncle. Finally, someone who cares about him enough. Doubt scrambles Eddie’s mind and he wonders sleeplessly if his uncle would be there when he woke up.

It doesn’t take Wayne much convincing to slip into the tiny twin bed along side his nephew. Tiny mewls escape Eddie’s tired lips. Since he’s so scrawny and lengthy, Wayne has no trouble taking up the empty space in bed with him.

“You’re safe,” Wayne whispers into that wild mane of hair. “I’ve got you, now.”

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[June 1972]

[mothwingwritings]

Animal Magnetism

F!Reader X Yujiro Hanma (Omegaverse AU)

Well folks, here is my first ever attempt at a true Omegaverse fic. I wanted to start out with something little to get a feel for it, but since I don’t know how to chill it ended up being a bit longer than anticipated. ^^; I’m still getting the hang of it all, but I hope you enjoy it regardless! Thank you so much for reading!!!

Also, I have a rather busy end of May-June coming up, so I’m not sure how much I will be able to write and update during that time. I apologize in advance. That being said, I wrote this pretty fast and edited it even faster so that I could get it out before I get swamped, so I apologize if it reads a bit rushed. (シ_ _)シ

THIS FIC IS NSFW, SO 18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!

WARNINGS: Noncon/dubcon, yandere vibes, ABO/Omegaverse AU (reader is the omega ofc), death, strangulation, brief mentions of stalking, reader is degraded and treated like an object by Yujiro Hanma. You know how it is. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯"

You considered yourself lucky to have found the love of your life.

That wasn’t always the case for Omegas. Since your childhood, you’d heard countless horror stories from your parents and friends, tragedies and cautionary tales of the horrors Omega’s faced when looking for a mate. Many of your kind faced dismal futures as breeding factories or were forgotten and neglected by their partners whenever they weren’t in heat. It was a lonely, painful, and unfulfilling existence, but a sad reality that many Omega’s endured nonetheless.

Because of this your parents sheltered you, doing their best to keep you from the cruel power imbalance of the outside world. Your father made sure he was the only alpha allowed near you on the property, the rest of your friends and acquaintances consisting of either other Omega’s or Beta’s. Not that you much minded, after all the negativity you heard surrounding Alpha’s you figured this was for the best. You weren’t missing out on anything, and as long as you took your suppressors accordingly, you were sure you could live out the rest of your life just fine without Alpha influence and still feel completely fulfilled.

That was to say, until a certain bodyguard was hired as the family escort, specifically YOUR escort. You had heard he was an Alpha and were quite shocked that your father would allow such a person so close to you, especially with all his previous warnings. But as time passed and your curiosity grew, you would eventually introduce yourself to the man of your own accord, excited and nervous to see what manner of individual he truly was. At the time, you would have never ended up guessing that one meeting would end up turning your entire world on its head, bringing more joy to your life than you could have ever imagined.

You were smitten the moment your hands joined in the initial shake, taken in by his easy smile and sparkling eyes. He had respectfully kept his distance from you at your father’s request, but you could tell he was elated to finally speak with you, a small blush gracing his cheeks as soon as you said ‘hello’. He was a kindly man, mild mannered and soft spoken, but strong where it mattered and protective to a fault. Were it not for the unmistakable scent that exuded from him, you wouldn’t guess he was an Alpha at all, or at least he certainly didn’t fit the description of most of the Alpha’s your father warned you about-all full of machismo and brutality, ready at a moment’s notice to tear you apart to satisfy their own base urges.

This man was the opposite of that, and when you fell for him, you fell hard.

Years past in a whirlwind, from the initial awkward first dates, to buying your own place together, to his heartfelt proposal to you. Through it all he always remained respectful, giving you all the space and time you needed to adjust to your life with him, never pushing his boundaries or showing any untoward aggression or advances.  Because of this, even after spending years together, you were able to remain pure, saving yourself for the day the two of you would join as one, marking each other to truly solidify your union.

And so time marched on, moving so fast that on more than one occasion you wished you could stop the clock altogether, just to steal a few more moments with him.

But now, you would never enjoy his company ever again.

His corpse had been tossed aside, discarded several feet from where you lay. It was so bloodied and broken you could barely recognize it as human, let alone as someone you once loved. Your chest rose and fell with erratic breaths punctuated by fear, the desire welling inside of you momentarily quelled by this sudden nightmare.

Minutes ago he was atop you, peeling the clothing from your aching, hot body. Moving painfully slow, he took his time enjoying your first heat with him, no longer constrained by the suppressors you had taken your whole life. You were scared of the process, worried about losing control of yourself and becoming mindless, driven by only your base needs. Not to mention the pain it would entail, the endless torture of emptiness, and the desperation you would experience relying solely on him for release from your torment.

But he had been patient and understanding through the whole process, explaining how it would all go down and how he would help you through it, alleviating any rogue fears that still remained. He even went so far as to help you prepare your nest, purchasing you any and everything you may need to make it comforting and inviting for when the time finally arrived. Meticulously helping you arrange everything while gushing about how excited he was, how lucky he felt having you as his mate, the one he would be eternally bonded too. He seemed more into the prep work than even you did.

Now, the nest that was to be used to consummate your love was stained in crimson, his blood splashing across it in vibrant streaks the moment he was knocked off you, flung across the room like a rag doll. No matter how badly you wanted to, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the lifeless body that used to be your beloved. Everything that had made him shine had been stolen in the blink of an eye, leaving only a husk remaining.

Above him stood his murderer, Yujiro Hanma, looming with a bestial sort of feral energy as he stared at the carcass by his feet.  Before this moment, you had never interacted with the man they called ‘The Ogre’, but that didn’t mean you didn’t know all about him. It was hard not to-the strongest man in the world was a celebrity in his own right, renowned the world over for his ferocity and ruthless nature. He had started and ended wars by simply existing, going wherever he pleased and doing whatever he wanted because there was no one who could stop him. He ruled countries from the shadows, amassed wealth and respect from the most influential men in the world. Truly, he was not a person to be reckoned with.

All that aside, you knew him best as the man your father despised the most. A once respected comrade from your father’s military days, you were aware that Yujiro had done something unspeakable to your father in the past, therefore disgracing him from your entire family. Your father had always been an amicable and fair man, someone that you couldn’t imagine having any enemies (even with his military background), let alone ones that used to be dear friends. And while the mystery of what Yujiro may have done to your father to receive this treatment gnawed incessantly at your brain, you kept your questions to yourself, not wanting to open any old wounds that may hurt him in the process.

Now you wished you had pressed the issue more, maybe then you would have a clue as to why this mythical family villain had abruptly entered the scene, irrevocably changing your life in the process.

The slaughter happened so quickly that Yujiro didn’t even break a sweat. Not that he would have anyway-the differences in ability were clear as day, you didn’t need any fighting prowess to realize that. Your mate never stood a chance.

The ogre’s fiery hair danced wildly around his head like a halo as he turned his attention your way, his figure both terrifying and awe inspiring as he took his time stalking towards your vulnerable form. There was no need for him to rush- the power of his presence alone was enough to root you in place.

Splayed out in your nest, you were completely exposed. Your nude chest heaving as a thin layer of sweat coated you, anxiety and confusion mingling with the raging heat your body was going through. Even after watching the execution of your mate before your very eyes, your body was still yearning, causing a horrible, all-encompassing burning that scalded you from the inside out. It made you desperate for release as your mate was in the process of marking you, taking his time exploring the body of the woman with whom he was destined to spend the rest of his life with before carrying out the duty.

And while his drawn out advance was driving you to the point of madness, amplifying the throbbing ache in your core with each teasing touch of his hands and sensual kiss of his lips, you knew the sluggish pace was for your benefit-to prepare you properly. It was your first time, the start of your forever with him. He wanted to make it special, for your pleasure to be immeasurable when he finally entered you, making you feel so good that when he bit down to mark you as his, the pain would be nothing in comparison, if felt at all. You had a life time of love ahead of you, but that was no excuse for him to give in to his desire and rush your first union.

But he was gone now, and his kindness had left you feverish and wanting-so desperately wanting- release. Craving your alpha, needing him so badly you could barely stand it, you writhed pathetically on the ground, whimpering in agony at the absence of fulfillment. Unable to control yourself, your hand traveled to your privates, tears flooding your eyes when stuffing your fingers deep inside of yourself only seemed to hurt you more. It was hollow and empty, not what you needed, not what you craved.

Were you in your normal mindset, revulsion would have washed over you at your actions-the love of your life had just been slain and here you were making a sorry attempt at masturbation while his body lay decomposing beside you. What kind of woman does that? How could you live with yourself after this? How could you tell yourself you truly love him, when now that he’s gone the only feeling your addled brain can conjure is disappointment over the fact that you won’t get the fucking you have become so desperate for?

How had you become so disgusting? You lightly shook your head, trying to dispel the thoughts of self-loathing. Perhaps the blame did not lie fully on your shoulders, but to another culprit, one who was stalking his way closer and closer to you with each passing moment, hunting you as a wolf does livestock.

In any other scenario, this heart-rending moment would have been enough to crack the shell of haze your heat had left you in, no matter how worked up you had become. But the man who was now standing above you, Yujiro Hanma, was dangerous in ways you hadn’t even begun to fathom. His smell of his musk was so overbearing you nearly choked on it, the lust it sent coursing through your body turning you into something unrecognizable. You honed in on Yujiros scent long before his arrival, at first mistaking it for your own mate’s scent that had been amplified by your combined heats. And while it disgusted you to admit it, this new, intoxicating scent excited you far more than your own lover’s ever had, turning your mind to mush the longer you inhaled its aroma.

Yujiro’s cruel eyes bore down upon you, a look of mild amusement displayed on his face as he took in your weakened state. The smirk he wore as he killed your lover began to grow, his lips spreading into a full on smile, baring his teeth in a look that could only be considered as malicious.

“Well what do we have here,” he leered, the mere sound of his husky voice enough to make you moan, “Feeling a bit neglected, are we?”

He bent down on his knee, kneeling beside you as his eyes flicked across your body. After a brief once over, his large hand reached out towards your head, thick fingers knotting themselves into a fist as they gripped your hair. Roughly he yanked you up, dangling you mere inches from his face as he continued to stare at you with his horrible, ravenous eyes.

You scrambled to get your bearings, perching yourself on your knees to help alleviate the pressure on your scalp. Positioned so closely to him, his pheromones became even more intense, slick starting to seep from inside you from the proximity alone. Bright red bloomed across your body, a mixture of extreme arousal and embarrassment, as you wriggled in his hold.

Yujiro scoffed, “Look at you, I haven’t even touched you and you’re already leaking,” He swiped his fingers briskly against your weeping pussy, making you cry out as he gathered the evidence of your intoxication on his hand. Holding the glistening fingers up to your face, his smile returned as he goaded you.  “Bet your little boyfriend lacked the power to make that happen, didn’t he?”

Any anger that may have welled inside you over the slight against your beloved was instantly quelled, eaten by the tumultuous feeling of frustration the situation ensnared you in. All you could do was stare at Yujiro with pleading eyes, any words you attempted to speak dying out the moment you tried to voice them, becoming little more than whiny, petulant mewlings. Rubbing your thighs together in an attempt to create friction, you prayed he would show an ounce of mercy and grant you release soon, fretting over how much longer your body could handle waiting.

Yujiro sighed, chuckling softly under his breath, “Your father is a damned fool, you know that? I told that stubborn bastard that his cute little Omega daughter was meant to be mine, knew it the moment I saw you. I warned him that he could try and pair you off with some other lesser Alpha, but it would be a waste of time. You were fated to be mine- made to take my cock. Trying to make you anything other than my bitch was both asinine and disgraceful.”

He shot you another wicked smile, “Idiots like him may not realize what a fucking honor it is to be my cumdump, but surely you do, right sweetheart?”

You squeaked as he tugged you closer, his breath fanning your face while he stared down his nose at you, “Or maybe you don’t, given the situation I found you in. Looks like my ravenous little whore just couldn’t contain herself, could she?”

His lips curled into a snarl, his booming voice reverberating through your bones as he continued to address your misdemeanor. “Nesting with some weak piece of shit like that, have you no pride in yourself? I’m embarrassed you even gave him the time of day, let alone bared yourself to him. Who do you think you are, trying to fuck basic trash when you belong to me?”

Without giving you a chance to respond, he released his grip on your hair, shoving you roughly to the ground in the process. Hearing him move behind you, you attempted to push your feeble body into a sitting position, trying to reacclimate yourself. However before you could achieve this simple goal, his hand latched to the back of your head, shoving it down until it was smothered in the soft blankets beneath you. His free hand yanked your legs out from under you, pulling your ass up in the process. Though you couldn’t see him, the power radiating from him was immense, his aura so domineering you felt as if it alone was steadily crushing you. Were you in any sane frame of mind you would fear for your life, struggle and fight against the oppressive hardness that slotted itself against your dripping entrance.

But the slave you had become welcomed the intrusion, and as he tightened his hold on you, growling in your ear like the wild animal he had proved himself to be, you couldn’t stop your body from shuddering in anticipation of what was to come.

“It’s time for some corrective action.”

He entered you violently, his thick cock impossibly hot as he sheathed himself inside of you. The initial pain tore a scream from your throat, your vision dotting as you felt blood trail steadily down your shaking legs. He gave you no time to adjust, continuing his brutal assault as he pounded into you, uncaring of the damage he was inflicting upon you. The smack of his skin against your was punctuated by your cries, at first full of pain, but slowly morphing into expulsions of pleasure.

When the abruptness of his entrance fully subsided, you began to focus on the feel of him inside of you. Each slam of his hips ignited you, creating a feverish frenzy within that blocked out all other sensations and judgment. He filled you so completely, easily reaching all the spots that your fingers tried so desperately to reach just moments ago, satisfying all the areas that had been so urgently in need of attention with each stroke of his cock. You wanted more, needed more, moving in time with him as you chased after your pleasure. Wanton moans spilled from your lips, muffled by the bedding that was being shoved into your mouth with each thrust.

Even in the uncomfortable position he had locked you in, unable to breathe properly or escape from his grasp, all you could find yourself caring about was the alpha behind you and how he was making you feel- a strange sense of pride bubbled inside you the longer he went at you. The most powerful man in the world was doing little more than using you, and yet it was the fact that he chose you to begin with that filled you with flattery. A nobody like you being sought out by an alpha like him... Isn’t that what all Omegas dreamed of? To be desired by a dominant Alpha, having the honor of bringing them pleasure and receiving pleasure in turn, wasn’t that your only purpose, your reason for being?

You never dreamed you would feel that way before, but now you were finally starting to understand. The delirium of your desire had launched you into a state of inescapable euphoria, rebirthing you as nothing more than a shell of a woman who had finally realized her purpose, completely giving herself over to her unquenchable cravings while her Alpha’s assault molded her destiny.

Yujiro was a monster. Any man who did what they had done to the love of your life, any man whom your father had hated to the point of excommunication, any man who would violate you in such a way without so much as batting an eye, was an abomination-the remaining rational part of your mind understood this.

Yet as this demon, deserving of nothing but your scorn and hatred, spilled himself inside of you all you could feel was thankful. Thankful that the ungodly heat was starting to subside, happy that the pain the experience had brought you was alleviated, and blissed out over the feel of him nestled deeply inside of you, convulsing as the twitch of his cumming cock rained pleasure down upon you.

Finally, you felt complete.

After pumping you full of his hefty load, he hoisted you up in his arms, repositioning you so that you were facing him, straddling his lap. Gasping the moment you gained access to fresh air, a distressed groan croaked from your throat as his incisors latched to your neck, sinking deep into your scent gland. Your body shuddered at the sensation, fresh waves of pain and rapture coursing through you as he marked you decisively as his.

The cock that was still stuffed inside of you remained rigid, showing no signs of softening as your walls fluttered around it, the next round of your heat coming far sooner than you had anticipated. His hand wrapped securely around your throat, replacing where his lips had just been. He clamped down hard, pain pulsating from the open wound your scent gland had become, struggling once more to breath. His other hand grasped your hip, both limbs working in unison to bounce you on his dick-using you as if you were a human fleshlight.

“Don’t forget your place again,” he grunted, pulling you down on his cock so harshly, you saw stars, “You’re mine now.”

[literallymechanical]

Zap Energy says that they’ve solved Z-pinch by “shear stabilization”, where they have different sections of the plasma moving at different velocities (faster outside, slower inside). Doesn’t shear like that cause instability, not suppress it? Or are plasmas not subject to that law of fluid dynamics

You’re thinking of instabilities in flowing plasma like it’s turbulence in flowing fluid. This is partially correct, but like... okay. So, the field of physics that governs the movement of plasma is called magnetohydrodynamics, where you introduce Maxwell’s equations into Navier-Stokes. It is horrible. I am but a humble mechanical engineer, and I leave the physics to physicists.

The physicists tell me that Zap Energy's science is solid.

Bit of context: Zap Energy is taking an old fusion energy concept from the 1950's called a Z-pinch, and revamping it with modern plasma physics.

A Z-pinch works on the principle that passing an electric current through a conductor generates a magnetic field, which in turn crushes (or "pinches") the conductor. The first observations of the pinch effect were in hollow metal tubes that were used as lightning rods, like this one from a factory in 1905:

Image by Brian James, CC BY-SA 3.0, Wikimedia Commons

Plasma is electrically conductive, and is subject to the same compressive pinch effect as metal. Lightning itself is a plasma pinch, actually.

When you pinch a plasma, it heats up. The fast-moving, charged plasma particles repel each other and push back against the magnetic field until the system reaches equilibrium. The stronger the plasma current, the harder the pinch, the more pressure, and the more heat. With sufficient plasma current and the right hydrogen isotopes, you can create a pinch strong enough to induce nuclear fusion.

The pinch effect was first utilized by a class of fusion machines called Z-pinches in the early 1950's. However, those Z-pinches were extremely unstable. The most common analogy is that compressing plasma with a Z-pinch is like trying to squeeze jello with rubber bands.

UK Atomic Energy Authority, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons

Both linear and toroidal Z-pinches have been built. The toroidal Z-pinch above shows some of the characteristic kink instabilities of a pinched plasma – it goes all squiggly. Researchers started adding external magnets to Z-pinches to help reduce instabilities (which eventually led to the development of the tokamak), but could never get a truly stable plasma. Z-pinch fusion research was largely abandoned in favor of the tokamak and stellarator.

However, the external magnets of a tokamak or stellarator are massive, complex, and use incredible amounts of power. The University of Washington and Zap Energy went back to the old concept of a magnet-less linear Z-pinch, but with a more modern understanding of plasma physics. They discovered that by using a flowing plasma rather than a stationary one, with a faster flow rate on the outer layers (a "sheared-flow" Z-pinch), they were able to achieve great stability with no magnets.

Credit: Zap Energy

Rather than filling a chamber with stationary hydrogen and then pinching it, they blow a "smoke ring" of plasma around a cylinder into their chamber. An electrode at the tip of the cylinder then fires a pulse into the plasma, which creates a pinch with a complex velocity profile.

Credit: Zap Energy

Zap Energy’s physics basis is good. They’ve pretty convincingly demonstrated that sheared-flow does indeed stabilize a pinched plasma, and if they can pull off magnetic confinement fusion with no magnets, it will be massively cheaper than any other method. The uncertainty that Zap is facing comes from mechanical considerations (in particular, electrode erosion is a tricky problem to solve), and the relatively thin margins for efficiency that are inherent to any pulsed fusion technique.

[foldingfittedsheets]

if you're not okay with this ask feel free to delete, but I would SO appreciate any advice your former sex shop employee self could recommend.

I have chronic joint/muscle pain, which can make using a handheld vibrator challenging at times (anatomically cis woman, if that's helpful). I've tried a wearable vibrator, but the one I got didn't work for me re: positioning or strengthwise. Do you have any recs for hands-free options that might work better? Thank you so much!!!

I’m so sorry! This ask got buried and I just remembered I never answered it!

Okay so one of my top recommendations is Fun Factory’s thrusting toys. They literally do all the work you just have to hold them. This is presuming that you enjoy penetration and thrusting but it does seem that way. The motors use magnets to rock back and forth a bit like Shake Weight which means at most you hold it in place OR insert and then brace with underwear or pillow to give your hands a break.

There might be wearable vibes that work better if you can calibrate what you didn’t like about the first toy then a sex shop employee could probably help fine tune what a better one might be.

Every toy purchase does run the risk of not being up your alley so I don’t want to throw a ton at you that might not work great.

Much as I hate them have complicated feelings about them, massage wands might also work okay for you. You can brace the head between your legs and there’s some with attachments that vibrate at reasonable frequencies.

[the-man-in-the-chicken-costume]

Life Series Plushies Wave 3: Joel and Lizzie!

Extra Feature: They both have magnets in their arms so they can hold hands!

... magnets found in Etho plushies are factory errors and not to be used to hold hands with Joel.

[seat-safety-switch]

It's not fair that I can't use a cool train to get to another city. Sometimes I don't want to drive, or I want to read on the way, or I want to get hammered on the snack lady's cart full of overpriced novelty alcohol. Or, in most cases, it's that my car simply is unlikely to make it without exploding into some sort of Slinky-like arrangement of twisted metal and flaming fluids.

In this particular case, I wanted to buy another hooptie from the adjacent city. It is almost always the case that the desirable shitboxes crop up in the next town over, possibly because I've factory-farmed to extinction all the ones here. It would be silly to drive a car there, only to leave it behind so I could drive the new car back. And all of my friends are tired of my shit, as "give me a ride" often turns into "slowly pace me on the secondary highway for a couple hours while I stop every fifteen minutes to fix something that fell off."

Self-driving cars can't do that, either, because the United Nations decided that it was tantamount to torture to make them watch me do this to their fellow mechanical citizens. Yeah, tell that shit to my dentist, you Volkswagen-loving apparatchiks. Again, a train would be the perfect option, but it doesn't exist, so I have to use the inter-city bus line. That's great: nice and cheap, and it eventually departs and eventually arrives if you're not too worried about when "eventually" is. There's just one big problem.

You see, a bus uses an internal-combustion engine. Don't worry, I'm not going to get all "spinning magnets are the best" on you, I've blown up enough starters and alternators to make a mechanical engineer shit his pants and emotionally regress to preschool. This means that I feel compelled to operate the vehicle. Bus drivers do not like it when you do their job for them, so I spend the entire time biting my hands, trying not to floor the throttle and steer wildly into the left lane. While this is not atypical for bus passengers, it is considered incredibly rude.

As a result, I pretty much just end up playing car-racing videogames on my phone. This doesn't relax me in the least, mostly because Asphalt: Urban GT 2 for the Nokia N-Gage doesn't let you repair rust. How can you trust a car if you can't try to jack it up through the floorboard?