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[ladystoneboobs]

westerosi ruling ladies/acknowledged heiresses outside of dorne, listed by region:

the north

lady jonelle cerwyn, lady of castle cerwyn after the murder of her younger brother, lord cley cerwyn, by ramsay snow. (cley did not long outlive their father, lord medger cerwyn, who died of his wounds as a pow at harrenhal, after fighting in roose bolton's host when tywin lannister defeated them on the green fork.) we first hear of lady jonelle when robb stark calls his banners and lord cerwyn means to bring his old maid daughter with him, and the next we hear of her is when asha greyjoy gets her letter from ramsay, co-signed by a lady cerwyn and lady dustin, among the other northern lords in the bolton camp. cerwyn men-at-arms and the cerwyn maester are noted with roose at wf, and presumably if their lady did go south with her father, she must have returned north in roose bolton's party.

lady barbrey ryswell dustin, widow of the late lord willam dustin, apparently the last of his line since no surviving male dustins are ever mentioned. the widow of barrowton rules in his place for the remainder of her lifetime, and (unlike poor lady hornwood) rules with power uncontested, as barrowton's closest neighbors are the ryswells, also her closest kin, father and brothers. however, without any children from the late lord dustin, unclear what would happen after lady barbrey dies.

lady lyessa flint, head of the branch of house flint of widow's watch. lady flint's son, robin flint, led their forces in robb stark's army and died with the king at the red wedding, but was not the head of house. lady flint is listed such in the appendices, and was said to be pregnant in acok, meaning she likely had a living husband at the time, but he goes unnamed as only her consort.

lady alys karstark, heir to her eldest brother lord harrion karstark of karhold (whose location and current status is unclear after being captured by the lannisters a 2nd time), following the deaths of their brothers in the battle of the whispering wood, and the execution of their father by king robb as a murderer and traitor. at jon snow's instigation she has taken sigorn, magnar of thenn, as her consort.

lady wynafryd manderly, elder granddaughter of lord wyman manderly of white harbor, by his son and heir ser wylis. should be the next heir to white harbor after her father, unless her parents should produce a son.

lady maege mormont of bear island, the only ruling lady listed here to also have a daughter as her heir. first this was dacey mormont, but after her murder at the red wedding, the new heir is second daughter alysanne aka aly the she-bear. but since aly told asha greyjoy she had a son as well as a daughter back home, that means there likely won't be a 3rd ruling lady in a row, as the mormonts may have a history of women warriors, but there's no sign they don't still practice male-preference primogeniture when there is a son to inherit. where the mormonts do step out of northern convention, however, is the ruling ladies fucking whoever they want without feeling the need for a husband and still naming their fatherless children mormonts, not snows, a practice rhaenyra targaryen would surely envy.

lady eddara tallhart, an heiress and then nominal ruler of torrhen's square, before the age of 10, after her elder brother benfred was killed by theon greyjoy's ironmen and then their father ser helman was killed when roose bolton sent him into an ambush at duskendale. listed as still a captive inside her family's seat, besieged by dagmer cleftjaw again, in the adwd appendix.

the riverlands

lady barbara bracken, eldest daughter of lord jonos bracken of stone hedge, who has multiple daughters by two of his three different wives, but no surviving sons.

lady amarei frey lannister, married to lancel lannister at castle darry as a granddaughter of a previous lord darry, then left to rule on her own after lancel abandoned her and repudiated their unconsummated marriage

lady eleanor mooton, eldest daughter of lord william mooton of maidenpool, listed as his heir in adwd appendix, at the time of her marriage to dickon tarly. (meaning presumably his sons mentioned in acok died during the war.)

lady carellen smallwood, (likely?) heir to acorn hall as the only known surviving child of lord and lady smallwood, whose only known son died years before.

lady liane vance, eldest daughter of lord karyl vance of house vance of wayfarer's rest, listed as his heir in the affc appendix

lady shella whent, last of the line of the whents of harrenhal, disposessed by tywin lannister, and allegedly dead by the time of affc, according to littlefinger. text is somewhat inconsistent on whether she or her husband inherited harrenhal, just as it's unknown what happened to all their children if they were the same whents hosting the tourney at harrenhal years before, nor even how they were related to minisa whent tully, the late lady of riverrun.

the vale

chella, daughter of cheyk, clan chief of the black ears

lady anya waynwood, lady of ironoaks, an older lady with multiple sons and grandsons still ruling in her own name, a formidable power in the vale, perhaps second only to the main branch of house royce as chief bannermen of house arryn

the westerlands

cersei lannister, lady of casterly rock as well as queen regent, following the murder of her father, lord tywin lannister, by her brother tyrion, an attainted traitor and fugitive, with her twin brother, jaime, unable to inherit as a knight of the kingsguard

lady alysanne lefford, lady of the golden tooth after lord leo lefford drowned in the battle of the fords against edmure tully's army. (whether the previous lord was her father, brother, or even uncle or cousin is unknown, all we know of her is her entry in the affc/adwd appendices after lord lefford's death in asos)

the reach

lady alysanne bulwer, the lady of blackcrown as the only known child of the late lord jon bulwer, frequently referred to as lady bulwer. (lady fatherslastname not being a style otherwise used with a lord's unmarried daughters, lady housesurname usually referring to a lord's wife using her husband's name). there is an inconsistency with taena merryweather telling cersei that there was talk of megga tyrell being betrothed to lady bulwer's brother (which a nondornish heiress cannot have and is not listed in any appendix), but this is either a mistake by grrm or misunderstanding by taena unless she's referring to an unknown brother of alysanne bulwer's mother, the last lady bulwer. (i'm taking multiple mentions of her as lady bulwer in sansa's pov over any gossip from taena.)

lady arwyn oakheart, lady of old oak, a widow with multiple grown sons who commanded her own forces in renly baratheon's army, even if she did not mean to fight on the field.

the crownlands

lady ermesande hayford, the last of the hayford line, a babe ruling in name only, married to the squire tyrek lannister before she was weaned, a husband now missing since his disappearence during the riot in kl on the day of princess myrcella's departure

the ladies tanda, falyse and lollys stokeworth, three would-be rulers of castle stokeworth dispossessed by the schemes of queen cersei and ser bronn of the blackwater. lady tanda ruled for years with falyse as her heir and younger daughter lollys as the only heir to the barren falyse, until such time as lollys was wed to bronn and lady tanda took a griveous fall from a horse. bronn started calling himself lord stokeworth when tanda and falyse were still alive, chasing off falyse after her husband attempted to kill him at cersei's behest. falyse died painfully in qyburn's dungeons, while tanda was left to die at castle stokeworth, making lollys even more a ruler in name only than baby lady hayford, as her husband is inside the castle with men loyal only to him, not to any stokeworth lady.

the stormlands

lady brienne of tarth, heir to lord selwyn tarth the evenstar of evenfall hall, as his only surviving child

lady mary mertyns, listed as lady of the mistwood in the adwd appendix

you'll notice the iron islands is the only (nondornish) region missing here. ofc they did have a possible heiress to pyke and all the isles but then asha greyjoy was soundly rejected as such at the kingsmoot after balon's death. the lack of other present-tl ruling ladies/acknowledged heirs afab may be down to this being the smallest region, aside from the crownlands. however, there are no historical ruling ladies in their section of the world book either, iirc.

AND there is another case of a possible heiress, again meaning asha, wrt harlaw. her uncle lord rodrik harlaw tried to dissaude her from the kingsmoot by offering to name her heir to his castle, while allowing a cousin to inherit all his other titles and power over the whole island of harlaw. but shouldn't asha have already been in line for all the harlaw lands and titles, above all the harlaw cousins? her aunt gwynesse's complaint of being the true heir as rodrik's elder sister may not work outside of dorne, but even on the nondornish mainland, a lord's sister (and therefore their children, ie asha) still come before a lord's uncles and cousins. isn't that the whole point of alys karstark's plight, that her older cousin had to marry her to try to claim her birthright? so the harlaw line of succession should go rodrik>gwynesse>alannys>asha before any cousins come into it.

that this would not be the case and that asha is only presented with the option of being lady of ten towers by doing homage to a cousin as her overlord for the whole island of harlaw suggests imo that the islands are particularly resistant to a woman as head of house, with all male kin following her in place of a patriarch. women may serve as castle stewards and the right sort may prove themselves as captains (not common, but not too rare either) but ruling on land, ruling over male kin, and fellow captains is a different matter. perhaps not too surprising from a people whose religon sees rape of foreign women as a key and holy part of their way of life. an ironwoman may not disapprove of her men doing so, but cannot fully participate without the cock to forcibly spread seed across the world. how can a captain who cannot fully perform manhood as the drowned god proscribes for his captains be rock king over any island, let alone all of them? in this light, balon's choice of asha as heir is even more radical, though likely it came not from a view of equality between the sexes but from a feeling that his own daughter was the very much singular special exception, more a son than greendlandized theon.

[malikat24601]

Errrbody out there with their cool title art and brilliant ideas for the BB... and then there's me <insert hehehe raccoon gif here> Presenting Team 043 with @ghostdeb bringing you: Glory Days A Steddie Alpha/Baseball/Omega fic for the Steddie Big Bang 24! Excerpt: The sun was high in the sky, blindingly bright, and Eddie shielded his eyes as he wandered through the stands, looking for his seat. Nancy’s expectations of him rang loud and clear in the excellent spot she had reserved for him, field level near the dugout, overlooking home plate. Money wasted, he thought saltily to himself, since he wouldn’t be able to see anything past the fucking glare. 

There was a gift bag waiting for him, a welcome package from the team — a bottle of water, a box of honest-to-god Cracker Jack, a little baseball bat keychain with Harrington’s jersey number on it, and a cap with the team logo embroidered across the center in bright reds and golds — the Indiana Mindflayers. Eddie pouted to himself, hemmed and hawed until finally, with a loud groan, he pulled the cap on over his frizzy curls and… damn. Even he had to admit that it brought instant relief to his eyes, shading them and bringing the field into perfect clarity. He sniffed, the smell of the turf bright and green in his nose. I’ll have to start doubling up on the Claritin, he thought, determined not to enjoy it one bit. 

Eddie pulled out his notepad and shuffled through his notes. Steve Harrington was the second baseman; smart, fast, with good reflexes and running speed. By all accounts, he was the favorite to break the base-stealing record last set in 1982, garnering respect for the up-and-coming new team. He was a powerful hitter, an even better baseman, a fan favorite, and, as far as Eddie could tell, a squeaky-clean, all-American golden boy. 

And while Eddie had done the requisite reading on the sport, more of his time had been spent delving into the lore that had built up around the man. The only son of a notorious business mogul, Steve Harrington had led a charmed life. Trust fund baby, sports phenom, the pinnacle of what a good son and alpha should be — right up until he had defied expectations and joined an unknown, fledgling team and been cut off by his family. 

Lucky for him, Steve was handsome, charming, and known almost as well for his prowess off the field as he was on it. He was never seen with the same woman more than twice, never tied down, never mated. Rumors swirled that he had almost been married once, but had his heart broken by some mysterious figure, the identity of whom he protected at all costs. Other than that, it would appear that all there was to know about Steve Harrington was how he played that day and who the new celebrity on his arm was that week. How boring, Eddie couldn’t think of anything worse.

Still, he was a reporter, and there was a lot of buzz around the guy. If there was a story there, he would find it, and then he would go back to Indy and beg on hands and knees for his old job back.

Eddie sat through the first half of the inning before the Mindflayers were up to bat. He waited with as much enthusiasm as he could muster to get his eyes on the man himself. Finally, the familiar sound of Andre 3000 started up, Harrington’s song of choice to play him in, as he jogged out onto the batting mound. 

Don’t want to meet your daddy, just want you in my caddy Don’t want to meet your momma, just want to make you come-a

Eddie rolled his eyes. A little on the nose, he thought, we get it, you’re a playboy who knots ‘em and walks ‘em. And I heard you were actually smooth…

Steve Harrington came up to bat with the bases loaded. It wouldn’t have been hard for anyone to look impressive after the lackluster performance of Tommy Hagan before him, but Steve sauntered out to home plate swinging his bat with the kind of easy confidence that made you just know he was about to do something special. His very first swing connected with the ball with a satisfying crack, sending it sailing deep into the stands.

Steve tossed his bat and ran, a home run. The crowd roared, jumping to their feet; the energy was infectious, and look, Eddie had eyes, he wasn’t immune to those tight little pants, or the sight of dirt on his knees as Steve pulled himself up with a bright, crooked grin and a little wave. The man was hot, he could admit it.

A faint scent of something wafted up from the field, spicy sweet and undeniable, calling to him so strongly that Eddie felt lightheaded. But almost as soon as he had locked onto it, it was gone; the wind changed and with it came the smell of incoming rain. He sank back in his seat, a little worse for wear, looking dubiously up at the sky and the gray clouds rolling in. A shiver ran through him and Eddie was forced to buy a hoodie to go with his new cap as light sprinkles fell over the stadium. He charged that shit on the company card.

The game played on, dauntless of the rain, and Eddie was cold, wet, way too sober, and bored. He tried to get into it, but catching the Cracker Jack he was tossing into the air with his mouth was just so much more interesting. 

After an eternity, finally they were in the last inning, and just as he was silently thanking the gods of sportsball that he’d soon be released from his purgatory, a palpable energy began to grow all around him. People were sitting up, watching a little closer. Eddie sat up, too, unceremoniously dropping the Cracker Jack to the ground.

The field was still wet from the earlier rain, grass glistening under the lights that had come up as the sun went down. It was the bottom of the 9th, the Mindflayers were down by one, and Steve was up to bat again. 

The first pitch was thrown wildly out of the strike zone, a ball. Steve let slip a flash of annoyance, which made Eddie smile to himself. Careful, big boy, that halo is slipping. On his second swing, he hit a double and made it to second base.

Then, before the next batter for the Mindflayers could take his place, the opposing team made a switch, bringing Jason Carver onto the field, their notoriously lethal left-handed pitcher. Steve seemed keenly interested in the goings on, so much so that Eddie found himself watching him more so than the player at bat. 

“Only one out left,” muttered the man sitting behind Eddie, so he wrote it down in his notepad. He could look up the exact rules of the game again later, after he had dried off, warmed up, and eaten something other than stale, too-sweet popcorn.

Lucas Sinclair stepped up to the plate, and while he and Carver sized each other up, Steve took the opportunity to run, racing to steal third base. The crowd cheered and Carver cursed, shouting something and… did Steve wink at him? Carver cursed again, but it didn’t matter, Steve was already safe. Sinclair was laughing; if he could get a good play, Steve would have a chance to run for home, tying the game. Carver spit and turned back to the plate, winding up. 

Sinclair was ready, but Carver’s signature fastball got past him. Eddie’s eyes were still on Harrington, who looked tense and twitchy as he and Sinclair made eye contact across the diamond. Carver smirked; another deadly pitch, another strike. Behind Carver’s shoulder, Steve had crouched low, watching things play out intently. The final swing connected, ball sent flying deep into the outfield and Steve ran. The crowd was on their feet, screaming as Steve slid home, his hat coming off and hair flying. He’d tied the game, standing up with a grin, clay caked down the front of his uniform as he shouted at Sinclair to run. The opposing team’s outfield threw the ball, but it went wide, missing their baseman. Sinclair kept running, past third, and when he touched home, he leapt onto Steve, the two of them laughing and shouting, because they’d done it. The Mindflayers had won by a single point in the final inning of the game.

Eddie found himself standing, too, his hands in the air and his jaw on the floor. He was absolutely helpless to the energy of the crowd. The team poured out onto the field, hoisting Steve and Lucas up onto their shoulders, and Steve threw his head back and laughed. Eddie laughed with him, couldn’t help it, overwhelmed by the magic of the moment. Somewhere on the breeze, he caught the smallest taste of that scent again, hot baked bread and spices, warmth and comfort, and then it was gone. When he looked back out to the field, Steve had disappeared into the dugout. That was Eddie’s cue to make his way down.

He wedged himself into the throng of reporters at the press conference, all trying to get the attention of Steve Harrington, who was clearly preoccupied with teasing his coach, renowned humorless hardass Jim Hopper, while managing to answer a slew of questions seemingly on autopilot without looking up once. “It’s all about teamwork, no one player wins the game,” rolled off his tongue, and then, “everything I learned, I learned from this man here,” as Hopper snorted gruffly. Eddie pushed through to the front and raised his voice. 

“That was a pretty neat trick you pulled there, but couldn’t you have done it sooner in the game so we could have had a bit more action in the middle bit? Or do they just trot you out at the very end to make it seem more interesting?”

An uncomfortable silence fell over the small space, save for a few awkward coughs as Harrington turned to stare directly at Eddie, his dark eyes narrowing. 

“Never seen this scrawny little guy before,” he quipped, leaning back lazily as though Eddie had bored him. “And who are you?” 

“Eddie Munson, with The P—”

“The Pace. I know you. You’re Wheeler’s new boy. Of course you are.” Steve said it like it left a bad taste in his mouth and Eddie gritted his teeth.

“If you could just answer the ques—”

“The reason, Mr. Munson,” Steve interrupted him again, “is that there’s more to the game than just hitting balls and running. Stealing bases requires thought, and it requires the right set of circumstances to pull it off. As soon as I realized they were bringing Carver out onto the field, I knew that I’d have a chance to take third, because as a left-handed pitcher, he’d have his back to me. It’s called game strategy. You may think I’m just a dumb jock, but I do actually have a brain. Next question.”

Eddie was dismissed, clearly. He frowned, staring down at his notepad. Strategy? You didn’t get to be the scariest dungeon master in Indy without knowing game strategy. Eddie twitched with annoyance.

He sulked through the rest of the questions, saying nothing, before making his way down to the locker rooms with the select few VIP reporters allowed in for the meet-n-greet. Eddie milled about, feeling every bit as uncomfortable as he had in high school gym, sweaty ball players shoving past him with towels thrown over their shoulders. Someone knocked into him from behind, and Eddie jumped aside, immediately apologizing.

It was Harrington, of course it was. Up close, Eddie could see that his brown eyes were more a warm hazel flecked with gold, downturned and sleepy-looking, but beautifully expressive. His lips were bowed and pink, far lovelier than a testosterone-ridden alpha male should possess, and cheeks kissed with tiny moles. He froze in place, apology dropping off, entirely unprepared for the reality of Steve. 

The man smirked at him, clearly amused. Steve reached forward and pinched the fabric of Eddie’s Mindflayers hoodie, rubbing it between his fingers. Then he ran his thumb along the bill of Eddie’s cap, almost teasingly. “Love the ‘fit,” he purred, in a wry, gravelly voice, and Eddie shivered. 

Steve was standing so close, sneering down at the gaping idiot that Eddie had become, and for a second he thought he caught that scent again, rising dough, nutmeg. His attention snapped elsewhere as he subconsciously lifted his nose to the air and sniffed. An omega was near, their scent curious and seeking, interested, sending a pulse of want all through him. Steve’s eyes shuttered off, and he looked uncomfortable, taking a step back and rubbing at his neck. Then, with an awkward smile that held none of the fire it possessed earlier, Steve whispered, “see ya around, Munson,” as he turned tail towards the showers, leaving Eddie staring after him. 

[commodorez]

*me telling the it tech who is working on my computer* that is my emotional support dust/lint

Dust is not conducive to getting the most life out of a machine. Heat dissipation is important, or else you risk cooking hardware. Due to poor AC, shitty ventilation, and lack of cleaning out dust, I once melted the thermal paste off of a Phenom II x4, and destroyed an ATI Radeon HD 4870. That was almost a decade ago now.

Learned that lesson pretty hard. If you don't schedule regular maintenance, your equipment will schedule it for you (usually at an inconvenient time).

Clean your damned computer.

In fact, clean your damned keyboard while you're at it.

[lighthousenewsnetwork]

Step aside, Captain America. Move over, Iron Man. Baseball's got a new hero in town, and he throws a mean 100 mph fastball. In a stunning announcement that left the sports world more bewildered than a fan at a rain delay, Shohei Ohtani, baseball's beloved two-way phenom, revealed he's retiring from the diamond to pursue a "more fulfilling career path" – specifically, saving the world from the nefarious clutches of... uh... bad baserunning decisions? Ohtani, known for his otherworldly talent as both a pitcher and hitter, has been captivating audiences since his arrival in the big leagues. His electrifying combination of power hitting and fire-breathing fastballs made him a baseball unicorn, a one-man wrecking crew who single-handedly (well, sometimes with a little help from his teammates) kept the Los Angeles Dodgers from winning every single game for the past two seasons.   But apparently, even the thrill of crushing a baseball into oblivion or striking out a bewildered batter with a mesmerizing splitter couldn't compare to the allure of a life dedicated to... well, Ohtani himself wasn't entirely clear on that point. "There's just something missing in baseball," Ohtani confessed through a translator at a press conference held in a hastily-decorated conference room at Dodger Stadium. "There's no capes. There's no saving the world from, uh... rogue mascots, maybe?" Ohtani's announcement sent shockwaves through the baseball world. Players, still reeling from the recent introduction of robot umpires (who, let's be honest, are way more reliable than their flesh-and-blood counterparts), were left speechless. "Dude, what?" mumbled a bewildered Mike Trout, fiddling with his fidget spinner. "We were supposed to be the next dynasty! Now who's gonna hit dingers while I'm on first?" Fans, meanwhile, were divided. Some mourned the loss of their hero, questioning the logic of leaving behind a multi-million dollar baseball contract for a career filled with tights and spandex (and potentially lower pay). Others, however, were ecstatic. "Finally, someone who can stop those pesky foul balls from ruining my nachos!" exclaimed one ecstatic fan, clutching a half-eaten hot dog. "Seriously, how many times do I have to replace my car windshield?" Details surrounding Ohtani's superhero aspirations remain shrouded in mystery. Rumors swirl about his potential superhero name – "The Dinger Destroyer"? "The Sultan of Strikeouts"? – and his costume design. Will it be a classic cape and mask combo? A sleek, aerodynamic suit with built-in flamethrowers (because, come on, who wouldn't want flamethrowers)? Comic book experts are cautiously optimistic. "The superhero market is always looking for fresh blood," admitted Stan Lee, a man who seemingly refuses to age. "But let's be honest, a guy who throws a baseball really hard isn't exactly groundbreaking. Maybe he can fight crime with his... uh... amazing batting average?" Of course, Ohtani's foray into superheroism isn't without its challenges. Balancing saving the world with a grueling schedule of endorsement deals and public appearances will be a delicate dance. And let's not forget the ever-present threat of accidentally launching a home run clean out of the stadium and into a populated area. But one thing's for sure: the world of professional baseball just got a whole lot less exciting. Unless, of course, Ohtani's secret superhero identity is actually Captain Cashgrab, a villain dedicated to squeezing every last marketing dollar out of his fans. Now that would be a story worth watching. So, what's next for Shohei Ohtani? Will he become a beacon of justice, or a symbol of corporate greed? Only time will tell. But one thing's for sure – baseball just lost its most intriguing player, and the world gained a superhero who (hopefully) won't accidentally cause an international incident with a misplaced fastball. Now, if you'll excuse us, we need to go buy some popcorn and wait for the inevitable movie deal.

[elisabethdeep-blog]

I have been down the rabbit holes and I come back slightly further down the dunning-kruger curve and with three unlikely suggestions. Initially, 'water being actively heated, not at a rolling boil, suddenly producing a large bubble all at once' sounds like bumping. This might be caused by very clean/smooth cookware, which has no nucleation points for the liquid->gas reaction to occur at, so the heat continues to build up until a transient event triggers the vaporisation, at which point the whole lot goes at once. But, you've got 'weird mineral crap', which sound like Great nucleation points. Also cooking pots generally aren't smooth enough, unless your cookware is borosilicate glass, or maybe ceramic coated? Maybe something something carbon dioxide? Hard water is probably calcium carbonate. Heating that will shove the calcium carbonate back out of solution (very likely you weird mineral crap) and produce carbon dioxide, because of Le Chatelier. Which.... maybe crashes out of solution all at once for Some Reason. Lake Nyos is a famous case of 'large CO2 bubble comes out of solution all at once', And also are you aware of the Crystal Geyser, Utah, which is a cold water geyser that is also powered by CO2 solutions?? V cool But, I can't conceive of how your presumably standard-issue kitchen could create the hydrostatic pressure variation that is a core factor in those phenomena. Especially not with convection currents in play. CO2 LOVES being a gas, it's gonna bubble out Immediately from hot water.

Departure from nucleate boiling? If the base of your cookpot is reaching temperatures of like, 130+ degrees C, then maybe you're getting critical heat flux phenomena? Boiling is happening just fine, convection currents pulling heat from the cookpot surface into the pool of water, but when heat is being delivered via the pot's bottom surface faster than can be dissipated, a film of vapour develops, which impedes heat transfer since gas is an insulator. The bulk of the water cools somewhat, and then.. does your heating element stay on, or does it turn itself off? Let's say it does. The vapour layer collapses, liquid hits the now-superheated bottom surface, and it goes WOOMPH. But, film boiling seems to be not the sort of thing you expect to see in a kitchen. Not with a cookpot volume of water. It's a cryolab, nuclear reactor, industrial heat transfer phenom. I found this one video which does show the like, pulsing bubble behaviour around critical heat flux, but also is definitely not happening on the timescale you describe. (the behaviour of interest starts at 1:48) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GA9MBdePwmo

I shall watch this space for further suggestions.

i am boiling a large pot of water. it is simmering, so its making a nice little sssssssssssssss in the background but every once in a while there will be this large THWUMP and a bubble roughly the size of a tangerine will burst up from the water. i know this because i got curious about the TWUMP and walked over to watch it until it happened again. it is as if the water momentarily becomes extremely viscous, before realizing that is silly and inconvenient and that it should stop.

is this a thing that water does, or am i experiencing some kind of reality glitch that will get smoothed over in the next patch?

[the-firebird69]

This is building up and it was bound to happen these guys are driving into each other. It is a group of them it's mostly all the morlock driving into morlock sometimes family it's just detestable and we need to clean them out right now the rate of attrition is very high at 0.65 and it's getting up there that is very fast and they're starting to feel it in their evacuating as well they're going to the islands to fight they're getting a lot of calls and people who are talented and stuff so factories and things will be emptied and we'll take it over and we'll push them out of the areas and I'll leave and then go to battle or the islands it's going up today it's going to get bigger and bigger every day more shortly

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Even with how smoothly this one plays on the console, with some clean animations and a sprinkling of improvements to MyTeam being the real MVPs, all of this is overshadowed by just how watered-down this year's entry feels. If you are after a basketball game on the go, last year's offering is a much better option. In the game, you play as Bryant during his early days as an up-and-coming basketball phenom to become one of the NBA’s all-time greatest players. The game also features up-to-date team rosters, next-level gameplay with realistic visuals, a card-collecting mode with hundreds of customizable options and much more. It converts real NBA film footage into actual gameplay for a more realistic experience.

With no cutscenes, action, or character growth, our designed player felt about as realistic as the handful of NPCs that coldly throw challenges at you as you walk around The Neighborhood. Those who have played an NBA 2K title before will find no major surprises here. MyCareer, MyTeam, and MyLeague are still your main ways to play, with the new 'Mamba Moments' subbing into the slot occupied by last year's brilliant 'Jordan Challenge'. 2K24's next-gen release brought a whole batch of new features to the table (Crossplay, ProPlay, The W, MyNBA), but with none of them making the cut on Switch, this version feels more watered-down than usual. Narratively, the experience in the city whittles things down to a RISE vs ELITE faction showdown. Both have aestically unique home bases and while it's fun to pick a side and actually have an impact on the outcomes, it's more important to stress that each team actually comes with gameplay benefits worth considering.

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I was first introduced to JUL by a taxi driver who said “They won’t play this on the radio, it’s a guy from my hometown, good stuff, keeps it real underground”. I wasn’t impressed with the sound but the guy’s enthusiasm about JUL having to make his own record label had me look it up in a search engine (this was also a day I had to explain soundcloud rappers to mum).

Jul is the best selling rapper of all time in france. He is a white budget Flo-rida and that’s being rude to Flo-rida. He’s compared to takeshi69, i’m sure both of them would find that insulting but imagine squeaky clean tattooless takeshi69 for a second. yeah.

Now, to set the stage: france has had a period of crappy hip-hop and party rap without prose or flow, without grit and thoughfulness just like the states, if our french Kendrick Lamar bringing back actual “craft” is out there, he’s not been pushed forward yet. We’ve had 15 years of low effort, ego trip bling bling autotune junk that doesn’t really have much to say, it’s just generic, it’s just there. It’s the essence of Drake, it’s somewhat catchy somewhat relatable without actually ever touching a nerve, being truly vulnerable or experimental.

So how does this uniquely untalented at prose guy with no drip and no street cred get to be a chart topper? He’s brilliant at cultivating the parasocial. 

He has each and every fan convinced they have a personal relationship, they could be friends. He’s also an underground phenomenon in their minds because he’s using social media not the traditional tv shows and radio station interviews. It feels like direct access and it feels counter-culture. He also has a massive and constant release schedule: it’s about once every ten days: there’s a new drop, it’s often free. It’s the “Trump is a guy’s guy” phenom but Jul isn’t out to do anything political and seems genuinely passionate about his really unpolished work. Like Taylor S, he’s putting in massive amounts of time and energy into making the same thing over and over.

The grind and personal investment is undeniable for both these artists: they are working their asses off. It’s just not channeled into making anything novel or insightful. Taste is subjective, the effort these two people are putting into being popular is clear and quantifiable. They are giving of themselves in grind, if not in anything else meaningful and that’s not nothing. TS does not have to tour so hard and make treasure hunts and rerelease those old albums but she does and it’s hard to tell if she’s enjoying her work or just performing because that what she does and is at this point.

Taylor is hyper polished and Jul is using pro tools and doing music videos that are just people miming the song shot in his old neighbourhood for a deliberately unpolished feel. 

But the effect is that you can reliably tune in for new news about your artist and feel connected to them via songs designed to feel just relatable enough. There are just enough opportunities for you to interact on some level with other fans and even the artist themselves in a way that feels like community. And at this point nay sayers just give you greater a sense of belonging: you understand something they don’t. You have communion and something unique and that will be reinforced by new interaction within the next few months.

Jul has built off the kpop model while building on the sense that this is cult (kind of liking kpop outside of korea used to be novel) by having his own label and few interviews: just social media. 

The traditional models of music stardom are the pop artist who makes music that makes you feel things but mostly drawing on existing emotion that was already in you not deep cuts and was present at important times so left a nostalgic mark 

versus the cult artist who made a song or album that impacted you deeply, so much so that ten, twenty years on you have fondness for them even if their music has since changed. They did something brave or unsual (or both) to get your attention and it’s that quality that kept you interested.

If you can find a way to be both, at least to your fans, that’s the sweet spot.

I think the time has come, we must talk about the french phenomenon that is JUL to explain the parasocial chart topper and how music reviewers are forced to adapt. This is not going to be pleasant, I'm still wrapping my head around it myself.

If mrbeast made rap and it topped the sales systematically, how long and how much harassment from fans would it take before Pitchfork started finding some value in it? That's what I'll try to unpack with you as we discuss JUL the rapper you've never heard of because the appeal is in the personal only.

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reflecting on yuzu’s retirement

I know this is a little late but it took me time to get my shit together, I'm emotional, so sue me. this is gonna get pretty sappy and really cheesy at some points, so idk, bear with me I guess. (under the cut)

I discovered Hanyu Yuzuru during February 2022. I saw ten to chi to live, and that was the only engagement I had with his competitive career in real time. later that night I watched his seimei olympic performance and cried happy tears for the first time in years. at that point, I was obsessed. I went on a yuzu YouTube binge. I watched his performances in chronological order. I read his entire wikipedia page. when I emerged from my figure skating-induced fugue state I felt...better. a little more balanced. just happier overall. for that, I can’t thank yuzu enough.

you see, yuzu changed my life, and he might have even saved it. this man doesn’t even know I exist, but for a short while he meant everything to me. a few months ago I was in a really bad place. I was...empty inside, and I felt like nothing in the world, especially not me, had any purpose or meaning anymore. I was contemplating suicide. and then I saw this dude in a blue outfit skate, and I was transfixed. that was the first bit of interest I'd shown in something for months. I grabbed onto that and didn’t let go. when I cried for seimei, that was the first time I'd cried for something that wasn't sadness in years. it was amazing. after so long of feeling nothing, I felt awed, amazed, humbled, and enlightened. his skating was the most beautiful thing I'd seen. 

as I learned more and more about yuzu, i got more and more out of my depressive funk. I saw his passion for skating, how he was, like, giving his life for it, and I thought ‘wouldn’t it be nice to love something that much?’ I thought that, well, shit, there must be true beauty in this world if he can get on the ice and do that. I thought about how he worked so hard for his dream. I thought about him working, even through pain, even through emotional turmoil. I thought about him loving it all the time, but maybe not liking it, or enjoying it, maybe sometimes even hating it. I thought about him saying he wanted to jump the quad axel, like if he said it enough it would come true. I thought about yuzu falling on the triple axel he had done a hundred, a thousand times with perfection, then getting up and trying again. I thought about how his skating moved people. I thought about him skating to haru yo koi with grace and poignance, to seimei with the command of a predator, to Romeo and Juliet with raw teenage passion, to hope and legacy with the elegance and inscrutability of an old god. I thought about the feeling he displayed, the feeling he provoked, and I thought I want to feel like that more often. that feeling could be found again. that there is beauty and art and I shouldn’t go just yet, because what if I had followed through? what if I had missed seeing a random guy in a blue shirt? I knew what I had nearly missed out on. and now I knew that I didn’t want to die, but more than that I wanted to /live/, because I had seen what living could be, and yuzu reminded me. he reminded me what kind of happiness and feeling and beauty could be found in the world. and for that, I thank him.

yuzu will always have a special place in my heart. he put some meaning back into my life. he helped me through a hard time, and for that I thank him. the beauty, grace, and power to move that he brings to his skating is unparalleled. he is truly a one of a kind talent, a phenom that transcends art and sport, both connecting and eclipsing them. he is amazing, and an inspiration. he is hope. so thank you, yuzu, for just being you. 

I'm going to miss yuzu. I am sad I didn’t get into figure skating earlier, because yuzu aside it’s cool as fuck and I'll still follow competitive skating even now that he’s gone. but I’m glad he made the best choice for himself, to be healthy and happy. I'd like to see him land that quad axel clean one day. I hope he does whatever the fuck he wants now. he’s fantastic, I think he’s super funky, and I want to see whatever antics he he gets up to now that he’s free from jsf and the absolute clownery of the bag of dicks that is isu. I’m a little sad about it, but I'm more excited for his new career as a professional athlete. so one last time, thank you, yuzu, for just being you. that’s enough, is and will always be. take a well-deserved rest, and be happy. 

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Queen: The New British Invasion

Mitchell Cohen, Phonograph Record, March 1976

"YOU'RE NOT going to ask me to interpret ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’, are you?"

"Not if you don't want me to." Freddie Mercury, drinking a Bloody Mary at – appropiately enough – the Olde London Pub and Grille has just been told about a fanciful yarn some F.M. jock has spun concerning Queen's hit single. Something to do with a murder, a hanging and Ken Russell-ish mental fantasies leading to a resigned acceptance of death.

"I think that's very rewarding, to be honest. It's nice to hear somebody has gone that far to try and interpret a song. I like them to make up their own. If I were to come up with my interpretation, put my views to it, it would just shatter their illusions and things, so...They've got a competition on the radio back home; people had to write in what they thought the song was about. Hundreds and hundreds of letters came in. Some were really amazing."

So, while ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ may be this season's ‘American Pie’ parlor game, it is also, thankfully, a totally brilliant single, easily the best thing Queen has done to date. It's got everything: superb vocals, a flashy guitar solo, an absurd operatic middle section, and an interesting-enough structure and theme to hold the listener's attention throughout its six-minute length. In England, it's the biggest 45 in a decade, selling over 1.5 million copies, and the album from which it came, A Night At The Opera, is similarly topping the LP charts. At the moment, Britannia is ruled by more than one Queen. In their home country, as Mercury put it, they can do no wrong.

And unlike so many recent U.K. phenoms, Queen's success appears to be making a smooth Atlantic crossing. The group is on a two-month American tour, going clean in most cities, as their album and single are steadily heading toward the top ten. These aren't the first favorable U.S. indicators for the group – last year's ‘Killer Queen’ and Sheer Heart Attack were very well-received – but this visit and these recordings do look to have a special significance for them. The influential press – Time, The New York Times – is on their heels, the SRO crowds are ecstatic, and Don Law, the kingpin of Massachusetts rock who promoted the concert at the Music Hall the night before the interview, was quoted in Boston magazine as calling Queen "the biggest act since the Beatles, absolutely the biggest since Led Zeppelin."

Taking for granted the usual amount of promoter hyperbole, that is still a pretty strong statement to make. But stardom does seem to be in the air for Queen, and Freddie Mercury, at least, is casual in his acceptance of it. After seeing Queen's show, a very theatrical and dramatic affair during which the flamboyant lead singer sometimes skirts on the hem of Rocky Horror exaggeration, one might expect a somewhat bizarre luncheon companion. But despite the makeup, slave bracelets and black nailpolish that give him a vampish, Theda Bara appearance (maybe their name comes from Cleopatra, Queen of the Nile), Mercury comes across as a lucid, unassuming fellow (John Deacon, the quintessential bass player, speaks barely a sentence in an hour and a half). Asked why Queen has broken through while other British bands have not, he answers easily.

"A very different kind of group, that. What you say is true only in one sense, because if you point out groups like T. Rex and Slade, that's just one aspect of music that was going back home. Though I couldn't put my finger on the reason, I didn't think America would go for groups like that. I think they fall into a category that America wouldn't accept.

"We just want to make sure that we appeal to as wide a cross-section as possible, and not cater to just a fragment of people. It's limitless; we want to hit everyone. We've become sophisticated and disciplined and more listenable as a band, and I think we've matured and so has the audience. But I don't think we've lost the hard-core fans, the real rock and rollers who bought the first album and know what Queen is really about. It's just that we have a lot of sophisticated fans turning up."

The previous evening at the Music Hall did seem to attract a well mixed assortment of the committed and the curious. Instead of a house packed wall to wall with rowdy young men of the sort that bopped a photographer acquaintance of mine with a beer bottle at a recent Black Sabbath concert, the Queen crowd was demographically less confined, reflecting the spectrum that the group has been able to span. By and large, popular bands get to be that way by one of three routes: getting hit singles via A.M. radio, relentlessly hitting the road (there are some very big groups who get no airplay of any sort), or cracking the F.M. album market. Queen is a rare example of a band that has done all three, at the same time overcoming backlash against trendy English bands and groups that sell singles. For a group with no built-in musical or personal association with the 1960's, that's quite an accomplishment. They've had to start from square one with no natural constituency.

On stage, Mercury is definitely the focal, as well as vocal point, but not to the exclusion of the three other members. In fact, in contrast to most hard rock bands that have an overpowering singer raving in front of a thick, monotonous background, Queen relies a great deal on multi-layered harmonies and complicated song structure that frees their stage act from the Tyranny of the Chord. Even without the various special effects like flares and smoke bombs that, much to the group's disappointment, had to be scratched from the Music Hall show due to Massachusetts fire laws, Queen's concert, with a few boring lapses (obligatory guitar and drum showcases for Brian May and Roger Taylor), was surprisingly entertaining. The stance of the group, a kind of arrogant defeatism and off-hand nihilism ("Nothing really matters") that can tend to get overly serious, is extremely accessible to a young audience relating to Queen's mixture of defiance and pessimism, and older fans respond to the complex textures of the music without being sucked into the vision. It may be a precarious political balancing act – incorporating elements of punk, pop, glitter, progressive and heavy metal without being tied to any one form – but for now both factions are kept more or less happy.

"Within the scope of the stage show there's a bit of spontaneity to enhance the music we play, but there are certain set pieces that have to be done a definite way for them to leap out. Queen isn't the kind of group that can go into a twelve-bar jam. We could do it, but it doesn't work with the kind of show we do, which is really structured and holds together."

The final result, on stage or on record, usually comes about after a fair amount of hassling, according to Mercury. "If there was ever an equally divided quartet, this is it. We need that kind of blend where each one's got to contribute just about evenly. Just because I'm out front doesn't necessarily mean I'm any kind of leader. We all have strong characters and we row constantly. It's healthy, because then you get the cream, the good product. We're very fussy, very meticulous, and have numerous battles to get the right sound.

"Deciding the single wasn't an easy task, especially with the four of us having very strong views of how it should be released, cut or whatever. Back home our company couldn't believe we wanted to release a six-minute single. We said, you'll release it or else, figuring it was out of the ordinary, has a lot to say, and if it did click it would really put us on the map. So they did, and they're jumping up and down now. It was a very big risk. It's important to us to put across something that we feel is what Queen's doing at the time, and we felt that ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ probably captured more or less all the types of moods that we were doing at this given moment, so we thought, O.K., this is what we want to present to the public and let's see what they do with it."

Queen has arrived at their present status in a very organized, methodical manner. The group was formed at the early part of the decade, after all four members had completed college (Freddie studied Art, the others had Science backgrounds). May and Taylor had been in a group called Smile, and after the breakup of that group, they recruited Mercury and Deacon. Choosing Queen as their trademark ("It's a very strong name, very universal"), they set about to see if the new quartet could cut it. After about eighteen months they knew they had a promising band. Their debut album, Queen, was released in 1973, and was rather better received in the U.S. than in Britain, but caused no great stir on either continent. Touring and a second LP, Queen II, increased their popularity, and Sheer Heart Attack really established them as major artists. Having been burned in the past by unscrupulous management, the members of Queen now take a lot of care and interest in all phases of their career from stage lighting to chart progress to album production, and devote their energies entirely to the business task at hand. They are, if anything, overly cautious and guarded. "Everything we undertake is such a mammoth project we can't concentrate on anything else. It's got to be that way whether it's a tour or an album. Nothing else matters."

As excellent as ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ is – which means right up there in the league with ‘All The Young Dudes’ and ‘I'm Not In Love’ – there is some doubt about where Queen can go from here creatively. Certainly they do what they do with consumate professionalism and not a small sense of vocal and instrumental dynamics, but the material on all four of their albums is wildly uneven, with terriific tracks, ‘Liar’, ‘Killer Queen’, ‘Rhapsody’, alternating with unimaginative plodding rock. Right now Mercury's voice, often reminiscent of Eric Carmen, strangely enough, as much as Robert Plant, is the best asset they've got, but his queenly stage demeanor may prove a limiting persona. At their worst, Queen succumbs to an almost morbid anguish, a victimized, "you're tearing me apart" pretension that Peter Watkins and Paul Jones presaged so eerily in Privilege. They can also, on songs like the aforementioned ‘Killer Queen’ and ‘Flick of the Wrist’, be bright, inventive and rocking. Depending on whether they let their smarter or dumber fans, or instincts, guide them, they could end up either at the top of the hard-rock pile or in the midst of the art-rock heap.

"We don't consciously think about what's going to happen in a year's time. We're not that kind of group. Things just happen day to day and everything we do is at that very moment. I don't even know what kind of shape the next album's going to take. Let it take its course. Right now, it's looking very rosy."

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Step aside, Captain America. Move over, Iron Man. Baseball's got a new hero in town, and he throws a mean 100 mph fastball. In a stunning announcement that left the sports world more bewildered than a fan at a rain delay, Shohei Ohtani, baseball's beloved two-way phenom, revealed he's retiring from the diamond to pursue a "more fulfilling career path" – specifically, saving the world from the nefarious clutches of... uh... bad baserunning decisions? Ohtani, known for his otherworldly talent as both a pitcher and hitter, has been captivating audiences since his arrival in the big leagues. His electrifying combination of power hitting and fire-breathing fastballs made him a baseball unicorn, a one-man wrecking crew who single-handedly (well, sometimes with a little help from his teammates) kept the Los Angeles Dodgers from winning every single game for the past two seasons.   But apparently, even the thrill of crushing a baseball into oblivion or striking out a bewildered batter with a mesmerizing splitter couldn't compare to the allure of a life dedicated to... well, Ohtani himself wasn't entirely clear on that point. "There's just something missing in baseball," Ohtani confessed through a translator at a press conference held in a hastily-decorated conference room at Dodger Stadium. "There's no capes. There's no saving the world from, uh... rogue mascots, maybe?" Ohtani's announcement sent shockwaves through the baseball world. Players, still reeling from the recent introduction of robot umpires (who, let's be honest, are way more reliable than their flesh-and-blood counterparts), were left speechless. "Dude, what?" mumbled a bewildered Mike Trout, fiddling with his fidget spinner. "We were supposed to be the next dynasty! Now who's gonna hit dingers while I'm on first?" Fans, meanwhile, were divided. Some mourned the loss of their hero, questioning the logic of leaving behind a multi-million dollar baseball contract for a career filled with tights and spandex (and potentially lower pay). Others, however, were ecstatic. "Finally, someone who can stop those pesky foul balls from ruining my nachos!" exclaimed one ecstatic fan, clutching a half-eaten hot dog. "Seriously, how many times do I have to replace my car windshield?" Details surrounding Ohtani's superhero aspirations remain shrouded in mystery. Rumors swirl about his potential superhero name – "The Dinger Destroyer"? "The Sultan of Strikeouts"? – and his costume design. Will it be a classic cape and mask combo? A sleek, aerodynamic suit with built-in flamethrowers (because, come on, who wouldn't want flamethrowers)? Comic book experts are cautiously optimistic. "The superhero market is always looking for fresh blood," admitted Stan Lee, a man who seemingly refuses to age. "But let's be honest, a guy who throws a baseball really hard isn't exactly groundbreaking. Maybe he can fight crime with his... uh... amazing batting average?" Of course, Ohtani's foray into superheroism isn't without its challenges. Balancing saving the world with a grueling schedule of endorsement deals and public appearances will be a delicate dance. And let's not forget the ever-present threat of accidentally launching a home run clean out of the stadium and into a populated area. But one thing's for sure: the world of professional baseball just got a whole lot less exciting. Unless, of course, Ohtani's secret superhero identity is actually Captain Cashgrab, a villain dedicated to squeezing every last marketing dollar out of his fans. Now that would be a story worth watching. So, what's next for Shohei Ohtani? Will he become a beacon of justice, or a symbol of corporate greed? Only time will tell. But one thing's for sure – baseball just lost its most intriguing player, and the world gained a superhero who (hopefully) won't accidentally cause an international incident with a misplaced fastball. Now, if you'll excuse us, we need to go buy some popcorn and wait for the inevitable movie deal.

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he would have liked so much to be richer. more charismatic, more eloquent when he had to speak in front of his colleagues. he would have liked to be worshipped like his best friend shoto todoroki who had everything to please. money, beauty, high social network. and the daughter of his rich boss. you.

you were so elegant, so pure, so bewitching, fascinating.

you were a goddess among mortals.

so it's normal that you were in a relationship with todoroki, he was of the same high social class, you understood each other without exchanging words. he was so jealous.

oh fuck, how he would have wanted you to give him a simple look. no matter how disdainful it was. just so you would understand that he was there, that he was in love with you.

and it was during this party organized at the office to celebrate some investment or gain, that his life was going to change for the better, and the worse.

"damn izuku be careful where you put the fucking glass. apologize to miss y/l/n." said shoto dryly.

the party seemed to come to a halt as attention focused on your trio. an annoyed murmur ran through the crowd. you were used to being the center of attention, of the tabloids, of your family.

you were japan's little starlet.

but here, with a red wine stain on your designer dress thanks to this izuku ? oh no, how embarrassing.

"you're can't be serious, i asked you for some rosé, besides. " he continues in an aggressive tone.

todoroki may have assured you that izuku was his best friend, but since you were dating him, all you could see was him barking at that poor young man. but you weren't going to lie, you were amused.

and still it was sad. for shoto, of course, to have to deal with a green-haired phenom like that since childhood.

calm down.

calm down y/n. it's not like this dress cost thousands of dollars, and it came straight from the designer.

you always hate your father's pathetic interns, but this one had won the jackpot.

this izuku was twice as tall as you. but your gaze still fell on the young man with the green hair. his imposing size, and his adorable little freckles surprised you a little. how come this attractive physique had such a shy personality ?

you would have had him in your bed by now if you hadn't been set up with shoto. but what was stopping you from getting down on your knees in front of him ? a slight smile stretched your pretty lips. nothing at all.

"please forgive me miss y/l/n.," he said, looking into your eyes.

a short, yet long silence falls between you. your face was drawn, you were annoyed, bored. irritated by this idiot and this incident that had spoiled your mood.

" never mind, get out of my sight." you reply curtly.

the young man went to the kitchen to clean up his mess while you went to the bathroom to fix your look.

you'll have a word with your father and the board to get that idiot fired. on top of that incident, he had that naive look in his eyes, too nice. too pure.

no wonder he's everyone's stooge around here.

"fuck. "

you tried to clean the stain on your cleavage as best you could.

"you have to remove the stain with vinegar from your silk dress, miss."

the young man's interruption made you jump with fear. he was watching you, still with the same kind yet irritable look. we'll see if he'll be as cute when you've fired him. well, when your father has.

"i told you to get out of my sight earlier, didn't i ? "

the young man loosened his tie and came to your side. he was looking at you through the mirror this time.

"i'm sorry again, but the men's room is occupied so we'll have to share it while I get rid of this task too. " he said softly.

that softness in his voice, argh, it had the audacity to-

"if i may say so, i think you still look lovely tonight." he adds in a deep voice.

you couldn't explain it, but his compliment made you feel an inexplicable anger. without being able to answer anything, you felt the blood rush to your cheeks.

but who was that fool ?

who was he to make such a remark ? maybe you should tell shoto that his best friend was flirting with his girlfriend ? that this poor trainee had been ogling the breasts of the daughter of the CEO of one of the biggest companies in Japan?

but you wouldn't have any fun with that tonight.

so you finally faced him, your hands having stopped rubbing the stain since that advice he had given you.

your panther eyes were locked in his. what a great opportunity to cheat on shoto todoroki, the daddy's boy with the boy version of cinderella.

without a word from you, your hand came to caress his well-drawn jaw, then moved with excruciating slowness up his cheek and then his cheekbone. that little red came to tint his beautiful face the same color as his lips.

it looked like a greek god, he was without a doubt much more attractive than your boyfriend.

"fuck me izuku." you breathe a few millimeters away from his lips.

you saw his face panic when you took his hand to slide it towards your crotch. and even more when he felt that you were not very dry in your intimate part.

"look how much you make me want to. let me make you feel good, like i let you make me feel good. shoto won't need to know. "

"you are my boss's daughter... and my best friend's girlfriend. "

your other free hand slowly, sinuously, came down his fly. your two breaths were one, speeding up a little more as you become intimate in this luxury toilet

totally removed from the party. from shoto. from your father. from the business. from alcohol, and from the sins that the business itself represented.

greed.

"let's talk about shoto here." your fingers finally met the tip of his cock. you didn't let go of the amazement of its size. a real surprise all the way, that miserable izuku.

you continued in an ever more suave voice.

"shoto, your best friend since you were a teenager, right ? and you let him treat you like that ? did you know that he was planning to succeed my father as the company's ceo ? "

" w-what ? " he said in a surprised voice.

"yeah... a real tragedy, isn't it ? especially, when i'm the only one worthy of getting this job. don't you think i fell for that arrogant guy. "

his fingers finally met your panties, and in one movement he shifted them to meet your lips.

a slight sigh of pleasure echoed in the toilet.

"he treats you like shit. but maybe you deserve to be stepped on, to be insulted like a nobody. maybe you want to remain a submissive all your life? " you pick up on that.

"n-no, of course.. not." his voice was pleading as your movements on his member accelerated.

"well, i knew you weren't just a complete idiot. "

you spread your legs slightly to throw him a larger access, inwardly claiming death from the pleasure he gave you so easily.

"let me make you a deal. you whisper. "i'll let you fuck me, and you help me get shoto out of the way, and get me into the role of CEO of the company.", you say with a firm tone.

a mischievous smile stretched your lips as you pressed them against izuku's.

"be my little puppy, and you can marry me."

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Summary: Y/N wakes up in Joon woo's bed, both of them completely naked and she thought she was a random guy she met in a bar. It wasn't until she visited her dad, Mr. Seung, at work that she saw him again. //SMUT WARNING

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Your eyes slowly peels open and you whine as your brain throbs against the inside of your skull. A small part of you said that it was a bad idea to sneak some of your dad's rice wine but you wanted to live a little.

Your dad always pressures you to get phenomeal grades so you can get a full ride scholarship to the States. He gave me no room for fun because he says fun gets addicting and nine times out of ten, it can get you in trouble.

Your eyes widen when you feel someone sturring next to you. Slowly turning your face, you see a man completely bare next to you. The blanket covers the majority of his lower body but it dipped a little, revealing his well toned ass.

His smooth back was littered with scratches and bruises and you sink it guilt. His frizzled hair covered his face but you still appreciate how sharp his jaw line was.

Sitting on the edge of the bed and run your fingers through your hair. Thinking back to last night, a smile tugs on your lips. His moans echo in your head as rolled your hips to match his thrusts. Every inch of your body shook under his smooth hands.

He could make you scream just from a curl of his fingers. You sigh softly as you feel yourself grow slick. "Good morning, baby," he says with a raspy morning voice.

You look over your shoulder to see his glistening chocolate brown eyes stare at you. A few inches down you see a love mark was throbbing red on his neck. You were completely mesmerized by this man.

"Hi," you say softly. "Leaving so soon?" "I.." you trail off as he pulls you back on the bed and settles himself in between your legs. This position felt completely normal and his kisses on your neck felt even better.

He softly bucks his hips and you hum lowly. His lips attach to your in a slow kiss that took your breath away.

Fast forward to the next day, you couldn't get this man out of your head. You don't recall telling him your name or him telling you his. All you knew was how great he was in bed.

You went to visit your dad at Wusang firm and brought him green plum tea. You knock before entering and he had an older woman with classes and a young man with a familiar boy cut.

"Good afternoon," you greet and your heart skips a beat when you realize who the young man was. He was the one I was rolling around in the sheets with for hours before he left.

"Hello! Everyone this is my daughter, Y/N." "Honey, this is my intern, Joon woo and my colleague, Ms. Choi." You all bow lightly before standing back up again.

You hand your dad the green plum tea and he says, "Thank you, honey." "No problem," you say before taking a sip of your own tea. "We were just heading out for lunch. Did you want to tag along?" Your dad asks.

"Oh, I don't know, I feel like I'm intruding," "Not at all. The more the merrier, right boss?" Joon woo says, making your heart flutter when he makes eye contact with you.

"Yes, he's ri-" your father's phone rings and he glances down with a sigh. "Emergency meeting,. Sorry, honey, raincheck?" he adds, shaking his phone for emphasis. "Sure."

Your father and Ms. Choi walk out of the room and but Joon woo stays behind. "You coming, Joon woo."

"Yeah, I'll meet you in there. I have to stop by the bathroom first." "Alright." Your eyes fixate on him as he closes the door. "I never would have thought that you were Mr. Seung's daughter, " he says with a darkened look in his eyes.

"And I never would have thought you were an intern." Every step forward he takes, you take a step backwards. He walks you into a wall and he links one of his hands with yours against the wall.

A breath hitches in your throat when his lips ghost over your neck. "We'll get in trouble if they come back in here," you say softly, yelping when he nips at your collarbone.

"You're right, but I just can't get enough of you. You've been in my head since you left." he says. He pulls back but you find yourself following his lips.

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Joon woo picks you up from your job and drives you back to his house. But something seemed off about him, he seemed stressed. You could tell from his body language. His elbow rests on the car door as he bites on his knuckle.

His jaw clenches every now ang agains, which tells me that he's been lost in thought since you were in the car. That, and he hasn't spoken a word.

"Joon, you sure you're okay?" "I'm fine, baby." he says, his voice a little deeper than normal. Your hand finds his knee and slowly trail it up his inner thigh. "Y/N, what are you doing?" he asks as you unzip his pants.

"Just focus on the road and not crashing." You unbuckled your seatbelt and leaned your body over the space behind the throttle of the car. You reach into his boxers and softly pump his member before pulling it out of his pants.

"I bet your father doesn't know how much of a slut you are for my dick, does he?" You wrap your lips around him and swirl your tongue around the tip. His spreads his legs as you bob your head on his member, taking more and more of him in with every bob. "F-fuck, that feels amazing."

You gag a few times as the tip brushes the back of your throat and he places a hand on the back of your head. From the sound of it, he wasn starting to speed up the car.

You speed up your movements and tilt your head to the tip hits the corner of your mouth as you pump the rest of him that wasn't in your mouth. He moans loudly and bucks his hips into your mouth.

Feeling him twitch in your mouth, you knew he was close. You stayed consistent until his seeds shoots down the back of your throat. You swallow all of it and tuck him back into his boxers. "Feeling better?" you say teasingly.

He pulls off to the side of the road under a tree. He unbuckles his seatbelt and suddently, you knew that giving him head wasnt the best idea. You knew how ruthless he was when he wanted you wrapped around him.

He was impulsive with it came to sex. We were literally five minutes from his loft but he wants me now, and here we are. He effortlessly pulls you into his lap and you reach down to completely recline the seat back.

You push him into the seat as a form of dominance and you feel him harden under your thigh. He loves when you dominate him, it feels nice not to be in control all the time.

You slide you underwear down your legs and he takes his throbbing member out of his boxers. Slowly sinking on him, his hands stay attached to your hips and he looks down at our bodies connecting and mending together.

He pulls you down to him by your neck and kisses you warmly as you rock your hips back and forth. The windows were already starting to fog up already as you bounce and clench your walls around him.

He moans in your mouth and you roll your hips at a different angle to stimulate your gspot. The knot in your stomach was building and building the more his member brushed against your gspot. You speed up your movements and chasing your high until both of your juices was dripping down your thighs.

"Oh God," he says. You grab a few napkins and clean yourself up before going back to your seat. "You really know how make me feel better, don't you?" he says with a chuckle. "I have a few tactics," you say, pulling your sweat soaked hair into a ponytail.

You smile at him but he looks at you with something that you've never seen before. He leans over and pressed a slow, open mouth kiss on your lips.

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