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[ifater-tech]

Kvantumverseny a nagyvilágban és mikrofonpárbaj az iFaterben (2025-02-05)

Felpörgött a kvantum-verseny: bár mindenki az AI-ról beszél, az IT világban szép csendben felpörgött a számítási kapacitás iránti igényeket végre kiszolgálni látszó megoldás és néhány éven belül eljöhet a kvantumszámítógépek kora - legalábbis, ha hihetünk a szakértőknek. Az iFater eheti adásában azt járjuk körbe, hol is tart most ez a terület és mire számíthatunk a drasztikusan megnőtt számítási kapacitástól. A hírekben foglalkozunk többek a DeepSeek adatvesztési botrányaival, az USA ijesztően változó adatkezelési trendjeivel is, míg a tesztrovatban vendégünk a tartalomgyártók legújabb barátja a Rode Wireless Micro ultrakompakt mikrofon párosa, melyet gyorsan össze is vetettünk néhány versenytárssal.

Az epizód meghallgatásához kattints ide!

[mona-risms]

my first ever request is sub navia getting dicked down in public. thats my wife i love my blode wife!!!

◆ MAIN COURSE: sub!Navia x dom!Reader

◆ TYPE: NSFW

◆ ALLERGEN WARNINGS: Public sex? Semi-public sex? Idk actually, reader has either a dick or is packing tbh reader's choice

◆ NOTES: blode lol. Also I might've slightly maybe missed the point a teeny tiny bit..maybe??? Idk tbf. ALSO also if this sucks, my bad 😭😭😭 I don't think I've written in a WHIIIIILE.

NAVIANAVIANAVIA MYYY LOOOOVE OH my god this woman has a CHOKEHOLD on me...........and this woman wants your chokehold on her LOL

Navia was never the shy type. Not the showoff type either, she's a great balance, but when it comes to you? OH she's an absolute menace when it comes to bragging about her love of her life

This DOES translate to.....teasing the living shit out of you though 🫶 and she's a MENACE at it too

This was supposed to be a fun date between the two of you, a day out with no responsibilities and a lot of food.

And it was. It is. Yeah.

But with the way Navia was acting, you were feeling.. other things too.

It started off with subtle gestures throughout the day—accidental grazes, lingering touches and heated looks. Though perhaps the hyperawareness that came with being in the proximity of your lover didn't help with noticing every 'accidental' microgesture that gripped your attention like a vice.

But then came the.. less-than-subtle actions.

Leaning forward a touch too far that it exposed the curve of her chest, getting too close that your bodies are pushed against each other, using all sorts of wordplay as if it were a private joke between the two of you, bending down to inspect something further or pick something up that you'd have to stand behind her as her skirt rode up just a bit too much, amongst other things. You knew your girlfriend was a tease—she has no shame in admitting that she finds your reactions adorable—but right now she's being especially...

Your thoughts trail off as you see her. Or rather, the impish smirk she wore as she watched you.

This girl wants to 🤗🤗 rile you up 🤗🤗🤗 to see what happens 🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗 and oh wow oh WOW she gets what she wants ahahahahaha she's like one double entendre away from being forced down on her knees in a dressing room at a clothing store, her mouth being given a better purpose aka deepthroating you LOL

You barely even have walls you only get curtains bc it's one of those chain stores like. Idk. Primark or smth idk what example to use for Americans BUT IT'S JUST FUCKING CURTAINS AND INCOMPLETE BARRIER WALLS so you can hear every single noise from anywhere and everywhere.......and you know what THAT means 🤗🤗🤗

KEEP QUIET or don't. The staff might investigate though

Ughghfh Navia moving up and down your length, most likely with her gag reflex long since beaten from Very Energetic Nights. You'd have to control her movements yourself though via clenching onto her hair to minimise the absolutely FILTHY noises that she'd make too

I personally think Navia would be MESSY 🤗🤗🤗 like she's proper and everything normally—dabbing the corners of her mouth daintily with a napkin when she eats, dusting imaginary lint off herself, so on and so forth—but when it comes to sex, all that polite cleanliness is OFF THE TABLE❗️❗️❗️ Drool would be seeping from the corners of her mouth and her cunt would be dripping if it weren't for her ruined panties absorbing her wetness

In terms of vocality, I think she'd be deliberately vocal too LOL like she CAN keep quiet.......but does she want to? Kinda no! While MOSTLY obedient, she's a bit of a brat when it comes to that, especially when you're absolutely railing her six ways to fucking Sunday in public

The whine that escaped your lover forced you to keep still.

It's not as if the changing rooms were so quiet that you could hear every micro-movement echoing within the space—not only was it bustling with people coming and going, but the music lightly blaring from background speakers was already more than enough to drown minor sounds anyway. Though it could just be your hyper-awareness from the risk of getting caught in a public space, you noticed a conversation from next door's cubicle cut off seconds after Navia had made a sound.

You looked at your blonde lover, her crinkling eyes full of lust and mirth a contrast to your rising panic reflected on azure blue. Hell, you could feel the light smirk against your covering palm.

Beyond the bustle of the environment was a piercing quiet between your cubicle and the cubicle next door.. and then?

You hear the sound of a curtain being shoved aside—theirs, not yours—before footsteps faded into background chatter. You'd have breathed easy, if it weren't for the sudden movement of Navia's hips, your length suddenly enveloped by velvet heat. In retaliation, you thrusts were frustratingly shallow as her other hand snaked up to wrap around the other's neck, not squeezing but holding. Owning.

Later, she would be disciplined properly. Right now, she needed to be tortured.

(The both of you don't even make it back to your shared home before discipline was due.)

[tobiasdrake]

Ranma 1/2 reboot episode 4 opens with a deep cut.

Yeah, we're opening on the Ranma 1/2 SNES fighting games they used to have. Because fandom's like that sometimes.

(Now release a modern one.)

I was wondering if it'd be Ryoga or Shampoo introduced next.

(Because I don't actually remember the order they introduce characters in. XD)

Was hoping for Shampoo but I'll gladly take Ryoga. I hope we get to Ukyo before the end of the season. I don't expect we will. But I hope so.

IT BEGINS

Ryoga's legendary inability to find his way. This is a character who can be justified for crossovers by just wandering by. How did he get to Middle Earth? He's just that fucking lost, that's how.

My very first Ranma 1/2 experience, before I knew what the anime was, came from my cousin cosplaying Ryoga at an anime con. He rode an elevator up and down for like an hour just screaming, "Where's the door!?"

I need y'all to properly appreciate the route Ryoga took to Furinkan High School in Nerima.

Do you see that black circle? That is Tokyo. That is where he is trying to go.

The red circle is Shikoku. When he stops the boar and asks for directions to Furinkan High, this is where he is. He's got a long way to go.

The blue circle is Hokkaido, the second place where he stops to ask directions. He has made a complete journey from one end of Japan to the other without ever running into Tokyo.

He's just. So much fun.

"RANMA OUR TIME FOR DESTINED BATTLE HAS COME"

"...who are you again?"

Is pretty much the story of his life from here on out.

Ryoga is kind of a big deal. Of all of Ranma's rivals, he's the rival. He's the guy. Kuno's really more of a recurring nuisance and Mousse is more quirky than anything. Ryoga is the guy who really keeps Ranma on his toes.

Together, these two boys have a very long journey ahead.

...

Which only makes it more amazing that their rivalry is founded in something so petty and ridiculous, but that is the way of Ranma 1/2. Ryoga is homicidally furious because he was supposed to fight Ranma, but Ranma only waited three days for him to arrive at the vacant lot behind Ryoga's house rather than giving him the four days it took him. Ranma stood him up. The coward.

And all over a curry bun.

This is the magic of Ryoga Hibiki. He is an utterly absurd buffoon of a man who takes himself deathly serious. Blissfully oblivious to how entirely ridiculous he is.

He is the Tom to Ranma's Jerry but he thinks he's Vegeta.

Technically, it's his curse that he's so furious about. But. Like. He was already mad enough to follow Ranma to China. With his sense of direction. So pinning it on the curse is deflecting. Ryoga has a longstanding enmity towards Ranma born of a million micro-aggressions compounding into a spongey hatred that can't be easily untangled.

You can't just give him a bunch of week-old bread and then it's all good.

He doesn't even remember he's mad about that. Longstanding hatred eventually loses sight of why it ever started to begin with.

(And besides, Ryoga has more recent things to be upset about.)

I like the subtle build-up they lay out to the revelation that Ryoga too has a Jusenkyo curse. Starting when he says this.

It's interesting that he knows that. He should only know that Ranma stood him up and then left town. But he knows Genma took Ranma to China.

There's also his primary weapon that he fights with for most of the episode.

The story lingers on the fact that Ryoga's umbrella is ridiculously heavy. Even Akane can't lift it. The intense weight of the umbrella serves as a yardstick to show how incredibly strong Ryoga is.

And, later, how strong and determined to protect Akane Ranma is.

But there is one more interesting fact about Ryoga's umbrella that the narrative lets slip past without remarking on it: The fact that it's an umbrella. It's almost as if he's afraid of something in particular.

Something you might use an umbrella, specifically, to protect yourself from.

(Again, the way Ranma 1/2 integrates the malevolent effects of something so universal and ever-present as water into its storytelling, comedy, and action is so much fun.)

And it's in the way he takes personal offense at Ranma's comparatively benign curse.

Like. Yeah, Ranma has to suffer gender dysphoria sometimes but he did get off easy. At least he stays human. Other curse-bearers face a variety of drawbacks that Ranma doesn't have to deal with.

Nobody is going to try to cook and eat Ranma.

Of course, human misery is not judged on a curve. Ranma can be miserable with his gender dysphoria and be better off than other curse-bearers. Both of those things can be true.

But the way Ryoga loses his shit over Ranma's curse is another piece of well-placed foreshadowing about the true nature of his grudge.

Lastly, something I find... interesting... is this moment.

I need to unpack this. Ryoga's razor-sharp belt comes spinning down and slices off Akane's hair, with the implication that if she hadn't turned around to yell at Ranma just now, it would have been her head.

Ranma fucked up yet again in the middle of their argument and hurt Akane's feelings with the stupid-ass shit he says. Leading to Akane storming around, then whipping around to argue with Ranma right at a critical moment that saved her life.

But what really makes this fascinating is that it wasn't Ryoga that almost killed her by accident just now.

It wasn't not Ryoga. But it wasn't just Ryoga.

Ryoga brought the razor belt. But it was Ranma who kicked the belt out of Ryoga's hand. Ranma who sent it up into the air, and nearly brought it down on Akane's neck by accident.

It wasn't Ryoga that nearly killed her. And it wasn't Ranma either. It was the fight. And it was, specifically, a kick that was meant to end the fight, an attack Ranma threw in self-defense because the realization that he hurt Akane's feelings made everything Ryoga's about right now stop mattering.

When Ranma threw that kick, he no longer cared about whatever this shit is. He was trying to fix what he'd just screwed up with Akane, only for the unforeseeable consequences of choices he didn't realize in the heat of the moment that he was even making to suddenly come down on her like a razor blade.

It was his cruel words that put her in that spot and his shortsighted reflex that sent the blade into the air. But it was also his attempt to apologize that made her turn around and saved her from a much more grievous injury.

I don't.

Really.

Know what to do with that.

It's just. Interesting.

[mlarayoukai]

Micro bikini under wizard rode 🤔 gets light headed

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Website is in the tags!

[leodanbrock]

said this elsewhere but man i miss when voice actors weren’t micro celebrities who are easily accessible to ordinary people who thrive on parasocial attention. especially when said behaviour is in some cases has been a thinly disguised veil for predatory behaviour and you get people like vic mignoga, quinton flynn, even orion acaba in the long buried early days of critical role, running around. or a situation like joe zieja who rode the wave of popularity he got from the eng dub of claude from three houses. not saying they all end this way but i do not want to be interacting with VAs at all. i might enjoy their performances but that's it. i don't wish to engage with them personally, i don't want to have this parasocial fanservice connection.

genuinely SO bizarre and a little bit funny to me that people will be so critical about parasocial behaviour when it comes to one thing they like but when it comes to VAs for a fucking video game or anime they are willingly fanging up the engagement in their posts from people who really should consider using burners to search up their names and engage with fans rather than inserting themselves into conversations they aren’t invited into. sorry to be a killjoy but this is the exact sort of parasocial engagement people are allegedly against and it almost never ends well for anyone, it's just unhealthy.

[hiheat]

Heirloom Kitchen, Old Bridge NJ

My wife and I enjoyed an absolutely first class dining experience today at Heirloom Kitchen in Old Bridge, NJ.

Food was good, almost shockingly good. I was taken aback at the subtlety of just about every dish we were served. Atmosphere was clean and quirky, somewhere at the intersection of cottagecore, industrial, and kitch. Service was top notch, attentive and professional, from a brigade that couldn't have been much older than my teenage sons.

The menu was a four course prix fixe, including dessert ($89 pp). Tonight's menu featured three or four choices for each course, so we had (difficult!) choices to make. As usual, we ordered extras: a stuffed bread course (which was amazing, both sweet and savory, with onion jam and a whipped feta spread), as well as two a la carte dishes as an additional course, (which the staff sequenced perfectly, despite our last minute addition).

Our first course was a raw cured snapper served in watermelon lime broth and a chicken liver mousse served on brioche. The snapper was served like ceviche, cured in citrus, but served over a vivid red watermelon broth. The flavor of the lime oil popped with the crisp texture of the fish, and rode nicely over the sweetness of the watermelon.

The toasted brioche was topped with a modest shmear of a velvety chicken liver mousse, which would have been a sensational pairing all by itself. But the bite was taken up several notches with the addition of pickled veg, micro cilantro, and emulsified jalapeno on the plate. The acidic and mildly-spicy pop was so helpful to cut the cloying fattiness that normally comes with chicken liver. Very well balanced and clever to keep the spicy element separate on the plate, allowing the diner to dial in their preferred level of heat.

Course number two consisted of grilled octopus and a baked squash. The octopus dish was a master class in the Maillard reaction: just about every item on the plate was cooked to caramelization, but not a single element had that burnt flavor you get when something is left in the pan a few minutes too long. Eggplant, nuts, capers, potato, and even the za'atar - each cooked to its own smoky sweetness then combined perfectly in a harmony like an exquisite campfire.

The Delicata squash was served in tender cubes over acorn squash rendered as a mousse and had several different textures across the dish. The apple mostarda complimented the squash in both a expected yet surprising way. That familiar homey flavor of simple baked apples with squash and cinnamon took on a much more sophisticated demeanor in this context.

Our third course was a pan-seared fluke and a pork belly deconstructed "tamale". The fish had a great crust and flavor, but could have maybe used one minute less in the pan. But we like our fish under rather than over, so it might have been personal preference. The pepperoni butter was the most surprising element, and one we are going to try to replicate. Each of the other elements - the cassoulet, the sofrito, and the caponata - were executed well enough to stand on their own; in combination, they supported the fluke without overwhelming it.

The pork belly was cooked "birria" style, a slow-cooked stew with meat and spices. This dish was clever and incredibly flavorful, with a generous portion of extremely moist and tender pork belly. The corn portion of the deconstructed tamale was served central to the dish, as a simple rectangle covered in the mole sauce. I enjoyed the texture that the corn and wax beans added to the dish, especially given the silky tamale/mole centerpiece. My only wish was that they had gone with a birria "tatemada" style of cooking, where the pork belly was crisped up after being stewed. I missed the sensation of crispy pork fat in my tamale, and I worry that the large moist fat cap on the pork belly might turn off some patrons. But that's just a tiny tweak, not at all a complaint.

Our bonus course consisted of a pasta dish (Sorpresine), and the duck breast we thought we had to sacrifice in lieu of the pork belly. When our server told us in casual conversation that we could add dishes a la carte, we jumped at the chance to fill in with some of the dishes we had missed. Sorpresine (meaning "little surprises") is sort of an unstuffed version of ravioli. Just folded and cooked, this pasta was served with a sticky-sweet peach agrodolce, tiny tomatoes, and a very moist stracciatella cheese, sister to ricotta. We were so pleased we were able to get this complex yet rustic dish into our menu. It simultaneously felt subtle and lush in my mouth while being reminiscent of Sunday dinners at my grandma's house.

The duck breast was served in a Jamaican style, with a dry jerk rub, a habanero jus sauce, and braised cabbage and squash. The large portion of duck breast was cooked perfectly medium rare, a lovely light warm pink in the center. We cut it into medallions, and smeared each through the spicy jus. While I loved the flavor, I really wanted a more substantial jerk sauce, sticky and clinging to the meat. This dish had such an island inspiration but fell slightly short on the thin jus. The cabbage was tasty but slightly overly-salted to my palate. All of the other flavors were spot on, however, and I wouldn't hesitate to order it again.

Last course was dessert: we had the hush puppies, and the inspired combination of basil mousse/olive oil cake/Parmesan ice cream. I have to admit I wasn't wild about the hush puppies. Served with caramel popcorn and a smear of creme "elote" anglaise, this clearly chef-inspired dessert fell flat for me. I wanted more fresh in-season fruit, instead of the one lonely bit of peach and gooseberry. I wanted more delicious sauce, instead of the tiny smear. The hush puppies and popcorn were fine but their focus should have been reversed, IMO.

The other dessert was a delightful exercise in contradiction and challenging your preconceptions. Basil mousse, parmesan ice cream, olive oil cake, pine nut brittle - this sounds like the ingredients to a nice savory pesto dish, not a dessert. However, here's a chef's dessert that knocked the ball out of the park on so many levels. The olive oil cake was a moist platform for the ice cream and a tart lemon curd. The pine nut brittle paired as expected with the basil ice cream but the surprise was that it works as a sweet dessert as well as in a savory main. This dish was just over-the-top clever in its conception, almost like it was the response to a dare: "Make a pesto dish, but dessert - go!" However the good balance of sweetness and acid from the lemon and texture from the brittle, all melting together and soaking into the tight crumb of the cake was so startling in its "challenge accepted", perfect execution.

Again, service staff was exquisite, more attentive than many restaurants asking twice the price. Busers were on the move continuously but not obtrusive. Runners knew their food preparation and could answer questions thoughtfully. Our server was funny, engaging, offering her own thoughts and opinions while remaining thoroughly professional throughout

Decor was an interesting mix. Edison bulbs, black fixtures and flatware. Seating that matched but also seemed to come from a yard sale. A library of cookbooks and an open kitchen all contributed to the informal, casual feel. I thought the music was at times a bit too loud for easy conversation though. Our server told us the restaurant started life as a cooking school, and in fact still offers cooking and baking classes, as well as a multi-course tasting experience on Sundays.

Please forgive the extensive review here. I feel like this restaurant is quite possibly one of the best in the state. More than being a "hidden gem", this experience was easily a 5-star fine-dining experience, tucked into a little strip mall off Route 9 in Old Bridge. I literally do not know if they're aware of the incredibly high quality of the experience they offer, and the value you get as a patron. But I suggest you bring an adventurous palate and a few friends for dinner at Heirloom Kitchen before they wise up, put linen tablecloths over their neat wooden tables, and double the prices. But even if that happens, you can count on seeing me there (just wearing my jacket and tie).

Happy Eating!

[geeks-universe]

An All Might x Reader WIP [it’s part of the Supergirl!Reader universe so it starts with young!All Might]

Just FYI this is still a x reader story, even though Toshi refers to reader as Kent in this. There will be no given first name, but the last name is Kent due to the reader having a background that is a mashup of Superman and Supergirl.

All Might cursed himself for weeks for not getting your number at the park.

He’d meant to, had tried to ask you, before he lost his nerve and you were walking away, your hips swaying with each step.

Damn it all, he had to stop thinking of you this way.

It was damn near impossible, though.

Every encounter he had with you after, even in the throes of battle, he couldn’t help but notice something.

One day it was how your skirt rode up just a little higher when you first pushed off into the sky. Another day it was how you were possibly the only person in the world who’d be able to squash his head like a damn melon with your thighs and- Jesus Fuck- that image stunned him long enough to allow a villain to get a momentary jump on him.

It didn’t help that you weren’t only physically attractive.

If it’d been how you looked, he could’ve brushed it off. Or, maybe he’d tried to initiate a one night stand, even if he did feel a little pervy considering it with someone over a decade his junior.

No, you were also the kindest, bravest, most intelligent person he’d ever met. There wasn’t a single negative thing he could associate with you, and his mind was slowly killing him with the idea that he might be feeling something real for you.

It was preposterous, right? For him to fall in… in- what? love?- with your flustered smiles and sweet words?

No.

He was the Symbol of Peace.

It was a crush, nothing more. Time would definitely make him forget it.

At least, that’s what he told himself as he watched an interview of you the next day, listening intently to your answers on your love life, and over analyzing every micro expression for some kind of sign you were in a relationship.

That was wtorturoushen he realized he most definitely needed a small break, some reprieve from his thoughts. He was just working too much. That had to be it.

So, when his agency received an invitation from another hero agency in regards to a beach party, he was more than happy to accept the invite.

He was one of the first people to arrive, and after the initial influx of greetings from the heroes, he was happy to discover the beach was devoid of civilian life. Clearly, the hero agency had reserved the entire beach, cautious to keep what should be a relaxing evening from becoming a publicity stunt.

He’d been in the process of meeting a new hero- Titus, he thought- when the young, muscular brunette whistled lowly.

“Looks like Supergirl got the invite,” he murmured appreciatively.

Toshinori’s head snapped in the direction of the hero’s eyes, his heart pounding as he opened and closed his mouth a few times.

There you were, standing proud with a confidence he’d only seen present in your person when you were kicking ass. Your bikini was small and did you really have to show off all of that tantalizing skin?

The sun, slowly on its descent beneath the horizon, cast your body in a brilliant, golden glow. A pair of sunglasses rested atop your head, your hair a bit messy from the salt water. Drips of water trailed down your legs and chest, sliding between your cleavage in a path Toshinori wished to follow with his tongue. A golden necklace was nestled between your breasts, twinkling with the light of the sun.

His mouth was watering, and he knew damn well he was staring, but so were two-thirds of the heroes on the beach.

“Man, what I wouldn’t give to be that necklace right now.”

If Toshinori happened to clap his hand a little forcefully on the young hero’s back, who could blame him?

The kid got the message though, and quickly averted his eyes. Toshi, ever the hypocrite, couldn’t tear his gaze away for another few minutes, not until the swing of your hips disappeared beneath the roaring waves.

“Some break,” Toshi whispered to himself, running his hand down the length of his face.

Why did the universe insist on torturing him?

First that yellow sundress, now a little yellow bikini? What was it with you and that color? Besides the fact that you looked like the personification of friggin sunshine with it on.

Okay, calm down. Look away. Focus on something else.

And he did just that. For the next forty-five minutes he was able to occupy himself with something other than you.

First it was the food- an illustrious, smoky spread that tasted divine.

Then, he’d participated in a friendly game of beach volleyball. (He used absolutely the right amount of force on that ball, even if he did accidentally pop it and end the game early.)

Just as he’d been sure that he’d successfully taken the break he so desperately needed, his eyes had slid to the shoreline, landing perfectly on a yellow-clad body with a pink mixed drink pressed to your lips. It really wasn’t fair that you were able to look that perfect.

Before he could stop himself, or even think twice about his decision, he was ambling his way through the sand to your resting place.

You noticed when he was only a few short feet from your position, the smile on your lips positively beautiful. The sun had clearly brightened your mood and skin, illuminating your natural beauty even more so.

“Yagi!”

He sputtered at the sound of his name. Never had he thought it could sound so sinful, even if it was just a sweet greeting from a friend.

“I’m glad you could join!”

Your sincerity struck a chord deep in his heart. Yes, people were always excited to see All Might, but with you it felt like you couldn’t wait to speak to him.

“I am too,” he admitted honestly, berating himself for even thinking he needed a break from you.

Even if it all amounted to nothing, even if he did care for you, it wouldn’t matter. First and foremost, you were a friend. He wouldn’t sacrifice that friendship for his own inappropriate thoughts.

“Here, take a seat,” you tapped the sand by your thigh, prompting him to sit beside you.

He was sure more than a few stares were cast toward the unexpected couple, but he couldn’t be bothered to wave them off. It was far more interesting to see where this conversation would lead.

“I haven’t been on a beach since college,” you admitted, swirling the straw of your drink thoughtfully.

“College?”

Toshinori propped his knees up, resting his arms loosely around his legs. His attention was entirely yours to command, and by the way you were looking at him, it felt if yours was the same way.

“UCLA for journalism.”

“Los Angeles!”

The thought that you’d spent time in the same city he did had him grinning from ear to ear. Despite the tragedy that led to his time in America, he’d cherished all that he learned. It wasn’t everyday people got to expand their worldview by visiting another country, especially one on the other side of the world.

“I always forget that you spent time in California,” you teased, resting your head against your palm. “I was only there for a couple of years with…”

It wasn’t difficult to miss the quiet pain that flashed in your eyes, but he’d noticed it, as well as the uncomfortable shift of your shoulders.

“With?” He echoed, curiosity beating back his manners.

“Uh, my fiancé.” You explained.

Fiancé.

How could one word send such a torrent of emotions through his system? You weren’t interested in him. You’d never been interested in him. This whole time you must’ve thought him a creep, someone who spent far too much time trying to engage in conversation with you when you just wanted to go home to your lover.

“Oh, you have-“

“Had,” you corrected quickly, squeezing your eyes shut. “We broke up a while ago, before…”

The vague gesture could’ve only been referring to Japan as a whole. Relief left him in the form of a sigh. You didn’t have anyone.

“Why?”

Again, he cursed his own rudeness. There was an obvious tension in your body, and despite it, he still wanted more information. Not that he really needed it, obviously the man was an idiot if he’d let you walk away.

“I never told him I was an-“

You paused, fear on your expression briefly.

“Hero… that I was a hero!” You exclaimed quickly, straightening your back as if a reminder to yourself to not be so relaxed.

“That explains the glasses,” he answered his own question with a smile.

You shook your head, however.

“Those were a gift from my sister,” you explained, tapping your brow. “I have x-ray vision, but I can’t see through lead. They help me control it better.”

“Woah.”

Seriously, it seemed like you got more powerful by the day. What else could you do? He’d always been dodgy when asked about his quirk, but you weren’t any better.

“Yeah,” you drawled, fingers sliding through the sand nervously. “What about you, big guy? Where are you from?”

“Tokyo, actually,” he replied. “You’re from Los Angeles, then?”

“Nah,” you denied, shaking your head. “I’m from Kr- Kansas.”

He didn’t miss the slip up in your words, but he wasn’t willing to push just yet. The push and pull of the tides swelled between you, the soft breeze swirling that sweet vanilla scent that clung to you. It was pleasant, how comfortable he was just talking to you. There wasn’t often time in his life to make real friends, and he was slowly coming to appreciate your presence.

“I think I’m going to head home,” you murmured after a long silence.

Your gaze was on the horizon, where the first of the stars were just beginning to twinkle in the darkened sky. He remembered your words then, how you often watched the world above.

“Before you go,” he found himself speaking before he could stop himself. “I, well, I- uh, if you want… I think… I wanted to give you my n-number.”

Your cheeks flooded with a bright red, a nervous smile worrying your lips. As quickly as the burst of confidence at your earlier conversation came, already it had disappeared, false bravado crumbling into a very cute flustered nod.

“O-oh, yeah,” you finished lamely, holding out your phone to him with trembling hands.

He took it, grasping it with a reverence he wasn’t quite sure a cell phone had experienced before. It didn’t matter though, as he entered his contact name as: Yagi ^.^ .

His fingers danced around the keyboard nervously, accidentally clicking the wrong numbers more than once before he was able to successfully type his contact information in. A deep breath forced himself from his lungs as he handed it back to you, noting the small curve of your lips as you stared at the name.

“It was nice to talk to you, Yagi.”

He returned your smile, bowing his head as he got to his feet.

“Likewise, Kent.”

He held a hand out, his arm flexing when you grasped it. Even if you were more than capable of standing on your own, he still tugged you upward. Your hands remained intertwined for a moment beyond what was acceptable, the crash of waves going mute as he stared into your eyes.

“Until next time.”

He could hear the hesitation in your voice, feel it in the way your fingers flexed against him, before releasing. Yet, you still pulled away, gathering up your few belongings and walking back to the parking lot.

Until next time.

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[ivoryminitower]

Echoes of Home: 80 - Tsu'na ("safety")

Echoes of Home: FFXIV AU OC – WoLs on Earth

airplane: "About 1,060,000,000 results"

airplane crash: "About 68,300,000 results"

airplane death: 477 in 2019

bicycle death: 849 in 2019

car death: 36,096 in 2019; 640 in Oklahoma

Superman is right about flying in machines.  "Statistically speaking, it's still the safest way to travel."

Husband wants to build an airplane.  He wants to drive fly an airplane.  He wants me to fly an airplane.

We built airships in Eorzea.  We never rode in them.  They were piloted by a mammet.  If we wanted to fly, we had many flying mounts.  They did not fall down and burn.  Perhaps the airships would not fall down and burn either, since most of them used gasbags to be in the air.

So this is his latest project, or perhaps the project he has had for some time.  We had projects in Eorzea that we worked on together, but we could also focus on our own.  When he was focused on a project, I sometimes needed to remind him to notice me.  He was usually willing to do that, and talk about his progress.  Sometimes over food.  Sometimes in bed.

But the projects in Eorzea were usually not the sorts of things that could kill us.  Or, even if they did, we had our home point.

We do not yet know if we have a home point here.  I do not know if I wish to find out by trying to fly an airplane.

I spent time walking around town, thinking about the project.  It made me restless somehow.  It was a very new thing for me.  There are many things about it that are not things I know, and I think Husband does not know them well.  When he tried to explain some of them he needed to teach me new words, and some of those words needed new words to explain them.

Yet not knowing things has so far meant learning about them.  I have found I am good at learning about things.  I think there are things I understand differently than Husband does; he seems to think this is a good thing because together we can understand them better.  So simply not knowing things should not have bothered me.

Perhaps I should have talked about it with Husband, but this feeling came from talking with him, and I felt I needed to somehow think differently.

Googling "think differently" gave many results.  A lot of them seem to do with business.  I will perhaps look at these over time, but one of them mentioned "random stimuli" which seems to mean seeing or hearing or doing lots of different things to make new thoughts come.  So I walked around town looking for new things.

The library felt too quiet for new things.  The thrift store often has different things, but they are still different types of the same thing.  May's market had nothing that was new to me, though I did buy some pork rinds.

When I got near the Pit I remembered Sam's offer, that I could talk to him, even if he did not understand me.  I supposed that meant I would more be talking at him than to him.  But at that point it would be something different to do, so I went in to talk at Sam.

Sam has gotten used to my typing at the bar.  We greeted each other, he brought me a Coke as I set down the laptop, and I typed all this before engaging him.

Now it is time to engage him.

"So what's tonight's big-think topic?

"Airplanes."

"Airplanes?"

"My husband wants to build one."

"O…kay.  Why?"

"He says we do not need a license to fly one."

"Oh, like one o' them, uh…micro…para…"

"Ultralight."

"Ultralight.  Sure.  So, yer lookin' up parts an' stuff?"

"No, he is doing that.  I am…" I was staring at the words on my screen, scrolling up and down the page.  "...concerned."

"Cuz he's got a hobby?"

"Because he has a hobby that could kill him."

"Hm.  S'pose it could.  Y'know, don't take this the wrong way, but y'all face down bears an' gators an' guys with guns.  Kinda made me think y'ain't afraid o' anything."

"I…am not…it is not…"

Perhaps it was.  I needed to think about it.  Sam polished a glass.

"When we were…on deployment, we had our jobs.  It was what we did and what we thought about.  We charged into battle, we breached enemy strongholds, we deposed tyrants…"

"Tyrants?"

"There were tyrants.  We deposed them."

Sam shrugged and gestured at me to continue.

"We knew we could die.  We did not want to die.  If the danger was too great, we would run, and plan better, and try again.  But we did not think about dying.  We thought about the job.  We did the job.  Over and over.

"Now, since coming here, I learn of people dying in…stupid ways.  Car crashes.  Bad food.  Falling down.  Dying in ways that are not brave or heroic or even useful…ways that could happen to…anyone.  I have thought more about dying since coming here than I ever did on deployment."

I looked at Sam.  "And now my husband wants to fling himself into the air in a machine of his making that can fall down and burn.  I am…concerned."

"Gotcha.  Want me to try an' talk him out of it?"

"I do not think you can.  It is something he truly wants to do.  And his reasons are good…we need to be able to travel, and the airplane he talks about will let us."

"Okay, but there's, like, buses, trains, commercial airlines…"

"We need materials that may be hard to reach.  We have equipment we cannot repair, so we need to be able to make new equipment.  We can make steel, but we would like better.  We have not yet found mythril…"

"Mythril?  Like, Lord of the Rings mythril?"

"What is Lord of the Rings?"

Sam stared at me.  "...It's a book."

The Lord of the Rings: "an epic high-fantasy novel by English author and scholar J. R. R. Tolkein."

"high fantasy": "a subgenre of fantasy defined by the epic nature of its setting or by the epic stature of its characters, themes or plot."

"fantasy": "a genre of speculative fiction involving magical elements, typically set in a fictional universe and sometimes inspired by mythology and folklore."

"speculative fiction": "a broad category of fiction encompassing genres with elements that do not exist in reality, recorded history, nature, or the present universe."

"Perhaps I will read it."

He continued to stare at me.  I wondered if I had confused or upset a hyur.  I tried to change his focus. "So do you know anyone who knows about airplanes?"

He blinked. "Uh…none o' the regulars.  Maybe there's someone round who does crop dustin' or hobby flyin'..."

"Do you think, once my husband has built his airplane, if someone can find out if it works well?"

"What, like a test pilot?" Sam chuckled. "You want someone else to crash an' burn b'fore he does?"

My stomach felt strange.  I realized that, yes, that was exactly what I wanted. "Is it bad to want that?"

"'S'understandable.  Can't say's I see anyone volunteerin' for it, though."

"Then perhaps someone who knows about airplanes can…look at ours to see if it is made correctly?"

"Safety check.  Sure, that's somethin' you can get people to do."

"Thank you, Sam.  I feel much better now."

"Any time."

I closed the laptop and got up to leave.

"Miz Tsu'na?"

I turned back to him.

"Y'ain't really from around here, are you?"

"I was not raised in Oklahoma, no."

"Nah, I mean…" His words seemed to be stuck inside him.  "...Sure, okay.  Have a good one."

I smiled for him and left.

Perhaps Husband can tell me what I should have said.

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[chill-that-ur-inmyhead]

Do you have any plans for tomorrow?

Try to make it to the gym. Also need to get some news pens so maybe pop into town. It is stormy weather at the moment which is really making me hesitate on going outside haha.

What's the longest movie you've ever seen?

Barbenheimer! Double bill but just one single movie would have to be Gone with the Wind.

What movies did you watch a lot as a kid?

Disney and teen rom com/ coming of age.

How many rooms are in your home?

3 bedrooms.

Do you ever experience imposter syndrome?

Yes trying hard to power through but I do feel like I am waiting for someone to call me out. Similar to Mr Huntzberger calling out Rory saying she just doesn't "have it." I think I'd steal a boat as well.

What was the last place you rode to in a car?

Pick up my brother from work at the local airport.

Do you have a PayPal account? If so, how often do you use it?

I do but rarely use it. Likely to use it if I'm purchasing something from a site that is new to me or international shipping.

Are you cold right now?

I am wrapped up in layers, long sleeved top, cardigan, wrap, blanket and a hot water bottle.

How old will you be at your next birthday?

26.

Before this one, when was the last time you took a survey?

Hmmm probs months ago - just checked and exact date is 20th July 2024.

Can you skip rope?

Yes. Used to be a regular activity.

Have you ever participated in a charity fundraising event?

Yes.

What is your hair like at the moment?

Newly washed and light.

Do you like cucumber?

Yes. Have it almost every day.

What do you like and dislike about your job? (or your last job)

Likes: good experience for problem solving and get to help people with various issues, have learnt a lot. Sometimes the clients are grateful. My colleagues and lovely and we have a laugh.

Dislikes: Sometimes the clients are not grateful. The managing team can be a bit micro-manage-y. The team also have to deal with a number of clients a day but it is impossible to deal with the clients and maintain a high quality of advice given. It is a constant push and pull between quantity and quality.

It is all about the career progression. I am happy where I am but I have plans.

Have you ever had a dream job? If so, did you give up on it, and why? Or do you happen to have that dream job?

I am still working towards it.

What's the last sitcom you watched?

New Girl.

What car did your parents or guardian drive when you were growing up?

It was a ford mondeo estate.

Do you have milk in your fridge right now? What kind?

Yes, cow's semi skinned milk.

Are you left or right handed?

Right-handed

If you have your ears pierced, how old were you when you got them done?

I don't but have been considering getting them pierced at my big age of 25.

Do you have any other piercings?

Nope.

What was the last thing you wrote down in the notes app on your phone?

Converting GBP to Euros.

Have you ever been on a winery tour?

Nope I would probs get so drunk.

When was the last time you were hungover?

September at a work event - lots of free booze.

Do you still have Facebook? If so, how often do you check it?

I do have Facebook. I opened it recently to join some Taylor Swift merch trade groups.

Are you wearing your favourite colour today?

Yes.

Would you ever want to visit South Korea?

I would love to.

How many times in your life have you been in love?

I suppose once.

Do you like your name?

It suits me. But it has taken me a while to realise that and do have name envy if I meet someone with a cool, unique name.

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[joshuawithers]

Seeing the Rode Wireless Micro release today (another spectacular release from Rode) reminded me how Australian companies and people are driving the infrastructure level of the creator economy.

Rode Microphones, Blackmagic Design (cameras, accessories, switchers and DaVinci), Procreate, Canva, Linktree, and Fastmail are the big ones I can think about plus Pocketcasts, Whooshkaa, and Omny Studio in the podcast world. Also, Emojipedia!