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temilyrights · 29 days ago

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in the darkness (open your eyes)

melissa schemmenti x fem!reader

summary: melissa and reader are angry with each other over reader's dating life. who will break first? or will someone need to intervene to get them to pull their heads out their asses and make up? inspired by prompt 31 “Let’s just say that if I saw you bleeding out on my kitchen floor, I’d act like I hadn’t seen you.”

word count: 4.6k

warnings: arguments, swearing, hurt/comfort, insecure!melissa, age gap, reader is referenced as being under 30.

a/n: hello friends, this has been a long time coming. i've wanted to write for this queen for ages and when i finally sat down to do it the words didn't stop spilling out of me. i haven't been able to write like this in years, so i think i've found my passion again in melissa <3 it's good to be back. it's a long one and i hope i managed to capture her correctly. enjoy :)

For twenty years Barbara Howard has arrived at Abbott Elementary at 5.50am on the dot, just in time for her to park her car, take a stroll to the staffroom and make herself a coffee before Action News started at 6 sharp. Now, the walls of Abbott were never calm, but for 30 minutes every morning, while she sipped her coffee and listened to the soothing tones of Jim Gardner, everyone around her seemed to be able to keep themselves together. Even in her first year of teaching Janine had never tried to disturb her, maybe for once able to sense the importance of these moments for a successful teaching day.

Barbara can tell it will not be a normal day in Abbott the moment she pushes past the green doors into the building. The energy is high in the air and she fears if she touches anything an electric shock might meet her. Still, she sends a prayer to God and pushes her way through the building.

No one was stopping her from getting her 30 minutes of peace.

She finds the culprit for the upsetting energy the moment she crosses the threshold of the staff room and is not slightly surprised. Melissa sits in her usual chair, her face murderous, eye’s dark and tongue in cheek as she stares pointedly at the wall with her arms crossed tightly against her chest. Jacob sits on the couch, eyes on his phone and leg bouncing anxiously, he shoots a look around the room and when his eyes land on Barbara his body sags in relief, thinking he’s found safety.

Whilst Barbara’s got no idea what has happened, she also notes that the room is empty apart from the three of them and although Melissa’s anger making people scram is not an uncommon occurrence, it has never, in the last two years since you joined Abbott, made you flee a room. In fact, Barbara had watched you calm Melissa down with a simple touch to her arm, something she has never been able to do.

You did not fear Melissa, which means this anger was likely related to you. These moments were normally quick and fleeting and yet Melissa was so upset it was going to disrupt Action News. Definitely not a regular morning.

“Would you like a coffee, Melissa?” Barbara asks, starting simple as she enters the room and makes her way to the coffee machine, barely sparing Melissa a glance.

Melissa stands and takes the coffee mug from the table beside her and throws it on the floor, shattering it into tiny pieces, making Jacob yelp. She stalks from the room, muttering angrily under her breath something about ‘betrayal’.

Barbara sighs tiredly, pressing her fingers to her temples. Today was going to be a long day.

She considers going after the redhead but as a simple question had produced such a ferocious reaction, she decides it is best to let her cool off before work starts and sits down with Jacob to catch the reminder of Action News.

She was determined to not let today become a complete lost cause.

Later, on her way to her classroom to set up for the day, she finds Melissa with her head buried in grading, probably a good idea and a way to calm herself down after this morning's fiasco. However, you’re completely missing from your classroom, very unusual.

A complete disruption to your routine this morning it seems, Miss L/N.

Barbara lays eyes on you for the first time that day when she’s walking her class to their music lesson. You offer a smile and “Good Morning, Miss Howard,” but the bags are obvious under your eyes. You did not sleep well last night.

“Good Morning. Your class is in an excellent mood this morning. Gym class?” She asks, looking behind you to the excited third-graders who stand in lines of two, well-behaved but talking in a low excited chatter.

You chuckle, “I’ve never known a class to love it more.”

Barbara hums, waving goodbye as you turn off down the corridor towards the gym. She drops her class off with the music teacher, making sure to remind them to be well behaved before she heads back down the corridor, stopping at your classroom.

You look up from your desk, surprised. “Can I help you, Barbara?”

She’s never seen the point beating around the bush, and she was not about to start now. “I ran into a very angry Melissa this morning. Do you know something about that?”

Your entire body tenses, your smile going rigid and tight on your face. Barbara can see the anger simmering behind the surface. Unusual. You were always more calm, more open to reason. “I’d be more surprised if you’d said she was in a good mood. Now I’ve actually got work to be doing, if you don’t mind.”

“Y/N,” Barbara sighs, giving you the pointed look that always works on students and teachers alike.

You shake your head, “I really respect you a lot Barb, but you’re not gonna be able to fix this one. Please just leave it alone.”

Barbara stands there for a long moment, staring at you, before she releases a sigh. “Fine. But one of you needs to fix this because Abbott barely has enough mugs as it is.”

She gives you one last pointed look before leaving the room. You sink into your desk, hands capturing your head to stop your head from slamming against the desk and adding to your already growing headache.

Fuck Melissa Schemmenti.

Fuck everything about her.

She had no right to be angry. You’d done nothing wrong. You felt bad for blowing off Barbara, you knew she was just trying to help. And usually a pointed look from her had you confessing your darkest sins, but not this time you couldn’t. She couldn’t fix it. Melissa was the one in the wrong and you were gonna keep a wide berth until she bloody well realised that.

Although knowing Melissa, you’ll be on your deathbed before that happens and maybe even then she’ll find something scalding to say. It’s what you get for trying to have an honest conversation with a red-headed cancer.

She was more ill behaved than your worst students.

——

You dismiss your students for lunch minutes before the bell rings, hoping you’ll be able to run to the staff room and grab your lunch and run back without facing the redhead. It’s not that you’re scared of her, you simply don’t have the energy to deal with her attitude so eating in your classroom was the best option.

However, your plans are foiled when Ava stops your pathway talking about a new tiktok challenge that she wants you involved in. “You’re the only teacher that won’t embarrass me and show off that this place has at least some fit, young teachers.”

“Sure, whatever. I need to go.” You say, not really listening as you put an end to the conversation and move past her.

“Rude!” She yells back at you, “But do your thing, girl!”

By the time you make it to the staff room everyone is already there. Jacob is telling an over the top story about something uninteresting to Janine and Gregory. And Barbara and Melissa are talking quietly at their usual table, where you usually join them. Melissa looks calmer than when you’d spoken to her this morning, she even smiles at Barbara, however the moment you step into the room it all fades away. Her eyes land on you and her eyes harden and her shoulder tense. She jabs the salad in her tupperware harshly.

You can’t contain your eye roll and don’t bother to say hello to anyone as you make your way through the room to the fridge.

Janine picks up on the tension in the room, drawing her away from Jacob’s rambling that appears to have gotten more anxious. “Woah, what’s going on guys?”

“Nothing.” You say.

“Y/N’s a snake.” Melissa gruffs at the same time.

You slam the door to the fridge before you can grab your lunch, swinging around to glare at her as Barbara releases a horrified, “Melissa!”

“You’re a child. Just grow up!” You growl.

“Rich comin’ from the girl that isn’t even thirty yet.”

“Well that wasn’t a problem for your sister when I went on a date with her last night!”

The gasps in the room are instant. Even Gregory breaks out into a coughing fit as he struggles for breath. And okay, yeah. So you went on a date with Melissa’s sister, but in your defence you hadn’t known she was her sister until half way through the date and then you’d fucking ended it because you knew Melissa would get her panties in a twist.

And you thought you were being a good friend coming clean, that it would be a funny story. But no, classic Melissa flipped her shit talking about betrayal and schemes.

“Kristen Marie?” You hear Jacob mutter horrified under his breath. You don’t bother to correct him but no, her you knew. It had been Toni, Melissa’s youngest sister. You’d matched on Tinder and apart from both having green eyes there was nothing on her profile that gave away they were siblings. Toni was tall with short brown hair. You hadn’t even known she was from Philly until you showed up.

Melissa pushes herself up from her chair, her eyes dark and murderous as she stalks over to you. “I want nothin’ to do with ya.”

The hurt you’re feeling is shoved down. There’s no place for it when she’s angry. “Fine by me. If you’re this upset over one date I left early then maybe it’s a good call to bring this friendship to an end.”

“Guys-” Janine tries to interrupt.

“No,” You state hardly, eyes never straying from Melissa’s cold ones, “Schemmenti finally knows what she wants.”

“Yeah I do, and it’s you far away from me. In fact, so it’s clear for everyone just how I feel about this traitor, let’s say that if I saw you bleedin’ out on my kitchen floor, I’d act like I hadn’t seen ya.”

More horrified gasps. The words hit you in the chest but you barrel forward, your words scalding as you see red. “Wow, Schemmenti. It’s real no wonder you’re alone, is it? Determined to run anyone out your life that shows you any kindness. I’m surprised Joe lasted so long.”

Barbara shoots up, lips pursed and hands signalling a sharp line. “Enough! That is enough!”

Your shoulders slump, tired and drained. Everyone looks on edge, Janine close to tears although the words hadn’t been directed anywhere near her. Barbara was right.

You sigh, turn around and grab your lunch from the fridge while Melissa storms back to her chair.

“I’m sorry for the disruption. Enjoy your lunch.” You say to the group as you head for the door.

“Yeah, and don’t come back.” Melissa grunts.

“Oh, fuck off.” You snip, sending her one last glare before you storm back to your classroom where you close the door with perhaps too much force behind you. Which works in your favour because it’s a great deterrent in case anyone gets any unwise decisions to follow you, luckily they don’t.

Over the course of the next week you try every mindfulness trick in the book but still end up going home most evenings and screaming into a pillow. Everyone for the obvious reason that they weren’t shit scared of you had started coming to you begging you to fix the relationship between you and Melissa, like she wasn’t the one to burn it down in flames in the first place!

You don’t care how many times Janine comes to you crying about Abbott peace needing to be restored, or Jacob complains that he’s running out of crockery because Melissa keeps smashing it, or even Barbara’s pointed looks (which you know Melissa will be receiving as well) you refuse to give in. Not this time.

Ava’s pointed, “Fix this because I’m not starting doomsday with a fighting crew so I will have to pick, and it’s not looking good for you.” definitely hurts a little because you thought you were friends.

“This is the end of the world, Y/N. Friends get you killed! I need a crew with skills to make sure I survive.”

You walk away from that conversation and miss Melissa not for the first time that week. She’d say something kind to cheer you up like, “Doomsday ain’t happening, but if it does I’m not anyone’s patsy. Me, you, Barb and her family are all headin’ up to my timeshare and I’m keeping youse safe.”

As you walk the hallways of Abbott you hear her voice through the open door of her classroom. You pause, leaning against the wall where she can’t see you, and listen to her teach. You haven’t heard her voice void of hate all week and it was draining you. For a woman set on wanting nothing to do with you, she seemed to be around every corner shooting you a glare or scorching remark.

You melt into the wall, and listen to her lead her class through a grammar lesson, her voice gentle as she praises and encourages students. You miss the days you could drop in to her class on your free periods and bring her a cup of coffee just to see her eyes light up and receive a warm smile before leaving her to teach. You miss sharing food over lunch, you hate not having anyone to try your new recipe’s on. You miss every little soft touch she’d give you throughout the day, a hand on your arm, on your upper back, on your shoulder. You didn’t realise how much you relied on those moments to keep you steady until they were pulled away and suddenly you didn’t feel safe in your own body anymore. Ridiculous. You lived many years before Melissa Schemmenti your body and brain just needed to get the memo that it was happening again.

You needed to get over yourself because your friendship with Melissa Schemmenti was dead. Those kind comments weren’t coming and you needed to stop yearning for them if you wanted to survive at Abbott. First things first, maybe stop wistfully waiting outside her classroom.

You’re back in your classroom at the end of the day, packing up after dismissing your kids, when Ava’s voice rings through the intercom, “Miss Schemmenti and Miss L/N report to Miss Howard’s classroom immediately.”

What the hell?

You frown and place the books in your hands down before you head towards the kindergarten's teacher’s room, curiosity getting the better of you.

Melissa runs into you in the corridor, her brows drawn together in confusion. “You know what this is about?” She asks gruffly.

“Not a clue.” You sigh.

You let her lead the way into the classroom. Her walk signalling her preparation for battle. The protective streak in her simmering under the surface, you’d be dumb to think it had anything to do with you.

The kindergarten classroom is empty and in perfect order. Barbara Howard stands poised perfectly beside her desk, her head held high. “I’d like both of you to sit down please.” She says in her sickly sweet voice. The one you know means danger if you don’t comply so you perch on a desk near the front of her class.

StIll, Melissa doesn’t follow orders. Instead, hovering by the door. “Barb, what’s going on?”

Barbara holds her gaze, eyes flashing, even as her voice drips with honey, “Melisssa, dear. Sit down.”

She grumbles but this time complies, choosing the desk on the other side of the aisle to you. “Happy?”

“Wonderful.” Barbara clasps her hands together and starts making her way to the door. “Now, you two are going to fix what’s happened between you-”

“I’m not talking to that-”

“Barbara-”

“I do not want to hear it!” She cuts you both off. “I’ve had enough of the temper tantrums and sulking. You’re worse than the teenagers. So pull it together and admit you miss each other so people can stop walking on eggshells and poor Janine’s hair stops falling out.”

Thoroughly told, you slump further in on yourself as Barbara strides out of the room. The door shutting behind her and the unmistakable sound of a lock clicking into place.

You chance a glimpse of Melissa from the corner of your eye. Surprised she wasn’t up, ready to kick the door down to escape you. It’s then you notice just how tired she looks. Her makeup has begun to fade, revealing the dark circles under her eyes, her face was drawn and pale, her eyes lacking their usual sparkle. She looks exhausted.

“Melissa, what’s it going to take for you to forgive me?” You ask plainly.

She shoots you a glare, eyes full of fire again. The tiredness hidden and slammed up behind shields. “You know this ain’t a forgive and forget sorta situation.”

You push yourself off the desk and walk closer to the woman of your torment, “What so we don’t listen to Barbara and Abbott continues to be an awful place to work because everyone is uncomfortable whenever we’re in the same room.”

She shrugs, “I’ve worked with enemies before.”

“I’m an enemy now? Come on! It was one lousy date! You wanna throw away years of good friendship for that? I’ve apologised multiple times and I’ll do it again. I’m sorry Melissa. I wouldn’t have gone on the date if I’d known. You must know that.” You say incredulously, watching the hard-headed woman in front of you. “Why would I wanna jeopardise my closest relationship here? You really think you mean that little to me?”

She wavers, the words touching her, but she doesn’t soften. Instead, she pushes herself off the desk, making herself taller.

“You talk the talk. But if that’s all true,” she jabs a finger in your direction, “why’d you send goddamn’ nudes to my sister, Y/N!”

Your eyes widen, jaw dropping in shock. “What the hell are you talking about? We went on half a date. Why would I have sent her nudes? Do you really think I’m that sort of person?”

She crosses her arms against her chest, “I saw her last Sunday, before your date. She told me about this ‘young thing’ she was messagin’ and receivin’ risky photos from. You tellin’ me that weren’t you?”

“Firstly, ‘young thing’ is disgusting.” You protest, and Melissa winces in agreement. “But more to the point, no it was not me. Not that it would be any of your business if I did decide to send those types of photos to someone because I’m an adult and it’s my choice, Melissa. I get she’s your sister but I told you I left the date when I found out and that I had no interest in seeing her again. So I just don’t understand what the problem is.”

She sighs, and takes a step back. “You really tellin’ the truth?”

“Yes!”

“Fuckin’ hell,” She grumbles.

Her gaze drops from yours as she kicks her shoe into the ground, a frustrated grunt leaving her lips. When she looks at you again, her gaze softens, the anger melting away leaving her vulnerability exposed. “Look, I hated the thought of her seeing youse like that, alright? I love my sister but she’s not got the best track record of treatin’ women the way they ought to be treated and I didn’t want you messed up in that. If you were sharin’ those photos it should be with someone that respected ‘em, respected you. Not someone that treated you like her latest play thing.”

“So you took it out on me.”

“Well you still went on a date with my sister,” She says with an eye roll, “but I guess I got a second wind of anger when I connected the dots and It was easier to blame you. I’m sorry.” She shrugs.

You smile tenderly. The calm good, hope settling in your stomach that everything might actually be okay. She cared about you being treated right, that was something, at least.

“I’m sorry too. For everything I said in the staff room. I didn’t mean it.” You respond genuinely. You’d regretted the words as soon as your anger had faded.

“All’s good.” She shrugs again, with a smile. And you know you’re forgiven, even if you don’t feel like you quite deserve it.

She tilts her head, fingers tugging on the belt straps of her jeans - which doesn’t make your heart skip a beat at all. “Let me ask one thing ‘nd then we can move on for good.”

You clear your throat, “S-Sure.”

“Why her?”

“Mel-” You shake your head.

“Come on, there’s gotta be loads of women on those apps, but ya choose to meet with Toni, why?” She asks, watching you closely, eyes guarded, like she’s scared of your answer.

You sigh and contemplate lying or refusing to answer, especially with how new the calm is and how quick she can be set off again. But you also don’t want to refuse her and you can see the vulnerability she’s desperately trying to hide.

“Honestly?” You shrug, unable to hold her gaze, “I liked her eyes.”

“Seriously?” She chokes, eyes widening in surprise. She ducks her head and shifts on her feet, “People have always said we got the same eyes.”

“Similar. Yours are lighter, bigger, prettier.” The words are out your mouth before you can stop them and you kind of want the ground to swallow you up whole.

Melissa smiles, her cheeks dusting pink, as she laughs and rolls her eyes. “Yeah, okay, hon.”

The compliment hadn’t been intended and leaves you feeling exposed, but still you hate her immediate refusal. A trend since you started at Abbott. Apart from compliments on her teaching, which she accepts, she’s always quick to dismiss the kind words that come from your mouth. Any compliments on her hair, her outfits, her personality are all quickly laughed off. You hate it, and what’s worse, you really don’t understand it. She accepts everyone else’s nice words, you know she’s so confident in herself, so it doesn’t make any sense.

“Why do you do that?” You ask, sighing.

She furrows her brows, “Do what?”

“Always reject the compliments I give you.”

She huffs, eyes averting yours. “I don’t.”

“Oh, come on,” You chuckle, “You’re gonna have to do better than that.”

She crosses her arms against her chest, shrugging, “You’re a kid, whats it matter if I accept your compliments or not?” She challenges

“I’ve told you not to call me that.” You say firmly, eyes narrowing.

You had this conversation a few months after you started working together and she promised she’d stop calling you that. You were aware of the age gap, but that doesn’t mean you need to be patronisingly called ‘kid’, especially by Melissa. She knew better.

Her eyes narrow as her hand comes out to wave at you, “But you are, alright? Ain’t even thirty. Why are we kiddin’ ourselves with nice conversations and stupid compliments that mean nothin’.”

“You don’t honestly believe that,” You breathe, voice calm even as your heart beats rapidly.

“You should be hangin’ out with kids your own age, not me.”

“I do, you know this. I have out of school friends and I’ve got Ava and I join the after school crew sometimes.”

She stares at you, her eyes hard even as her hands shake. You reach out and place a gentle hand over hers and watch as her whole body relaxes.

Her eyes squeeze shut and she drops her head, a deep sigh escaping her lips.

“Mel, this is me.” You whisper. “My favourite part of the day is sneaking into your classroom and giving you a coffee because it makes you smile. You have no idea how much I’ve missed it this last week. It just so happens that out of everyone you're still my favourite person to be with. What’s so wrong about that?”

Shining green eyes meet yours, “I ain’t good for ya.”

Your brows draw together, heart aching as you step closer to her. “That’s not true.”

She’s so close you can see the brown specks in her green eyes. You want to reach out and cup her cheek, hold her close and help somehow.

“Isn’t my opinion what matters?” You prompt.

Her eyes gaze back into yours, pained and tormented.

“You’re a terrible idea.” She breathes, voice so quiet you barely hear it over the sound of your thumping heart.

“Mel,” Your heart thuds, your voice shaking as you're guided closer by an invisible force. Your hand rests on her upper arm, hers perching on your waist and all your thoughts disappear in an instant as your eyes squeeze shut and you try to remember how to breathe.

Her eyes track your face, memorising every detail now she has you so close. The slight furrow of your brow, your delicate eyelashes, your open mouth.

“Fuck it,” She sighs, her hand coming up to cup your cheek, fingers cool against your overheated skin. Your eyes open and Melissa’s darkened ones stare back at you. Your teeth dig into your lip and her eyes follow the movement.

You can’t find your breath as Melissa guides you towards her, her mouth slowly moving closer to yours. Your fingers grip into the cotton of her t-shirt the moment her lips tenderly brush against yours. You melt into the kiss, a mew escaping your mouth as you kiss her back. All thoughts gone as you give into the sensation of her lips against yours.

It doesn’t last long but you still can’t find your breath when Melissa pulls back, a nervous smile on her lips.

“Wow,” You breathe.

She chuckles affectionately, her eyes warm as she watches you. “That’s all you’ve gotta say?”

“Uh…Kiss me again, please?” You offer

She chuckles again, her smirk victorious as she rolls her eyes. “Come on, tell me what you’re feelin’”

“Oh, isn’t that obvious?” You squint, “I’m obsessed with you. I have been for ages. You’re the one that was keeping it all close to the chest, Schemmenti.”

She shrugs, “Dunno. I might’ve suspected you had a thing. Wasn’t sure though, and with those dates you’ve been going on. I was gettin’ mixed signals.” She rolls her eyes.

She’s been going on dates as well but it seems pointless to point that out. “Melissa, I’m crazy about you.”

She grins, “I kinda have a thing for ya too.”

Your heart thumps at her words, like the kiss wasn’t enough confirmation. Her smile and warm eyes, matching your own goofy smile. “That’s good to know. How about you let me take you out for dinner?”

She rolls her eyes, “What the same place you took my sister? No hun, I’m takin’ you out.”

Your teeth dig into your lips as you try and fail to suppress your smirk, “Oh, was that the real issue? Jealous that your sister got to go out with me first?”

“Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.” She grumbles.

“Oh yeah, is that so?” You tease, leaning in close.

Melissa’s eyes darken, “I’d watch it if I were you.”

“Why’s that?” You ask, excitement rippling down your spine.

“‘Cause you’ve got no idea what I’m capable of.”

“Is that a threat?”

“A promise.”

Your body heats up. All the air leaving your lungs as Melissa laughs.

“This is gonna be fun.” She grins.

She pats your hip, “Come on, hon, let's find a way out of this room and then I’ll take you on a proper date.”

You nod, unable to form words as you follow her blindly.

But with Melissa Schemmenti, you know you’ll always be okay, even if she does have a dangerous impact on your ability to regulate your breath.

You think it’s worth it.

For a woman that beautiful, just about anything is.

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amirasainz · 6 months ago

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OMG LANDO WON THE RACE TODAY. IM SO HAPPY FOR HIM. LITERALLY CAN NOT STOP CRYING. Can you write on where baby!sainz is there supporting him and literally crying as he wins.

HI loves! I'M so sorry but am I the onyl one who found the whole Carlos vs. Oscar thing so funny? Carlos whining was so funny (no hate towards any drivers!!!)

Anyway, hope you guys enjoy reading this and please send me some requests!

-XoXo

The Winner takes it all

Ah, Miami—the sun-kissed jewel in the racing calendar. Amira’s secret favorite, where the vibrant energy of the city blended seamlessly with the adrenaline-fueled atmosphere of the track. Perhaps it was the balmy weather that allowed her to flaunt those pretty summer clothes, or maybe the challenging circuit that kept drivers on their toes. And let’s not forget the food trucks—those mobile havens of culinary delight that dotted the paddock, tempting everyone with their sizzling aromas.

The livery and helmets, custom-crafted for the Miami Grand Prix, added an extra layer of excitement. Each design told a story: sleek curves and bold colors, a canvas for the drivers’ personalities. Amira reveled in the anticipation, her heart dancing to the rhythm of engines and tire screeches.

As tradition dictated, she accepted the invitation from Carlos (and the others). This year, she took her time getting ready. The morning sun painted her room in warm hues, and Amira felt it—an electric current of anticipation. Her abuela’s voice echoed in her mind: Confía en tus instintos, mi niña.

Arriving at the paddock with Carlos, Charles, and Alex, Amira’s smile bloomed. The camaraderie of the racing family enveloped her—the shared laughter, the knowing glances. The other three found her reaction endearing, a testament to her genuine love for this world. Before the engines roared to life, she soaked in the before-race energy—the hum of possibility, the promise of speed.

And then, the ex-president approached. His words hung in the air, but Amira’s instincts flared. She turned away, a subtle pivot that spoke volumes. Stranger danger, indeed. Like c'mon. Can we fault her for that?

The Miami Grand Prix—a sun-drenched spectacle where the roar of engines mingles with the rhythm of salsa beats. Finally it started. Amira stood between Alex and Pirro Ferrari, the latter a seasoned gentleman who’d seen more races than most. The anticipation hung thick in the air, a symphony of tire rubber and adrenaline.

And then it happened—the Oscar vs. Carlos showdown. Amira stifled a laugh. She loved her brother, but who did he think he was, ordering Oscar to yield? The unimpressed behavior from Oscar was priceless. But when Carlos collided with him, Amira’s amusement faded. This wasn’t the Carlos she knew—the calculated racer who danced on the edge but never lost control.

Yet destiny had other plans. As the laps ticked by, Amira’s attention shifted. Lando Norris, the boy with the perpetual grin, surged ahead. Her Lando. The backstory was simple: Lando had a crush on her, and Amira? Well, she was still figuring it out. Just a girl caught in the whirlwind of racing drama.

When Lando finally crossed the checkered flag, Amira’s heart soared. Tears escaped, unbidden. No more Lando Nowins—the boy who’d always been second. She flung herself into Pirro Ferrari’s arms, and he held her gently. “Ahh, young love,” he thought, watching the victory celebration unfold. “La cosa più dolce del mondo.” Indeed, sweetest of all.

As the cheers echoed through the paddock, Amira reveled in the euphoria of victory. Lando Norris, her Lando, had clinched his breakthrough maiden Formula 1 win at the Miami Grand Prix. The sun bathed the track in golden hues, and the air buzzed with celebration.

But then, a familiar voice cut through the noise. “Amira! Come join us, sweetie.” Zac Brown and Andrea Stella stood near the Ferrari box, beckoning her over. She glanced at Mr. Ferrari, who nodded with a smile. The McLaren bosses pulled her towards the fence. They knew better than to put her in the front row; Lando would undoubtedly leap over the barrier in his exuberance.

“Is it alright that I’m here?” Amira asked, her heart racing. “I know this is more of a McLaren celebration, and I don’t want to disturb.”

Zac and Andrea exchanged a knowing look. Andrea rested a hand on her shoulder. “Amira, honey,” he said gently. “I think Lando would flip out if you weren’t here.”

And then, as if summoned by fate, Lando appeared. He leaped into the arms of the mechanics, their cheers lifting him higher. He was their winner—the boy who’d fought for this moment. But there was one more surprise in store.

Zac and Andrea approached Lando. “We have a 1.60m surprise for you,” they said, grinning. Lando’s confusion melted into understanding as he followed their gaze. His eyes locked onto Amira, standing there like a beacon. Without hesitation, he ran to her, lifting her off her feet. She clung to him, like a baby koala seeking refuge.

For an eternity, they held each other—the race winner and the girl who’d captured his heart. And in that moment, amid the cheers and the sun-kissed joy, they found their own victory.

“Lando. My Lando… You finally did it. I’m so proud of you. Mi ganador,” she whispered quietly. In that suspended moment, the world ceased its frantic spin. The crowd froze, their collective breath held. For one perfect moment, everthing stopped.

There existed only the two of them—the victorious racer and the girl who’d cheered him on. Lando leaned his forehead against hers, a shared heartbeat. A tear escaped Amira’s eye, and he wiped it away with gentle urgency. “My Mira. I did it. I finally won,” he confessed, his voice thick with emotion. She couldn’t find words, so she nodded, her heart echoing his triumph. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent—the sweet mix of adrenaline and possibility.

And then, as if the universe nudged them forward, time resumed its march. Lando was whisked away to the podium, the spotlight now on him. Cameras clicked, capturing moments that would echo through history: Lando’s gaze fixed directly on Amira, her tears as he received the trophy, and Andrea’s proud smile.

Even the commentators—Crofty and Bundl—couldn’t resist. “And here we see Amira Sainz,” they narrated. “The youngest sister of Carlos Sainz and a famous actress. It seems she’s shedding happy tears for her friend Lando Norris, who just won his first GP. And… is she reapplying her lip gloss?” The world watched, and in that snapshot of time, Amira and Lando’s story became legend.

#baby!sainz!sister #formula 1 #lando norris x reader #oscar piastri x reader #carlos sainz x sister!reader #formula 1 x reader #miami gp 2024

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karuvapatta · 7 months ago

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The silly Jonelias Fantasy AU continues!

Part 1

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“How did it go?” Georgie asked him.

“Fine,” Jon said curtly.

“Oh,” she said. “That bad, huh?”

“I said it was fine!” Her smile was soft, sympathetic; she did not deserve to be treated that way. Guilt crept up Jon’s spine, and he tried to soften his tone. “I suppose it could have gone better.”

“I figured,” Georgie said. “Would you like something to drink, then?”

“Please.”

Jon adjusted his glasses and went back to the manuscript, already dotted with notes and corrections. It was a lot of drivel, honestly; he felt stupider for having read it as many times as he did. Well - editing wasn’t the most glamorous of jobs, but it paid the bills.

Few minutes later, the Admiral trotted up to him and rubbed against his legs. Jon scratched the fuzzy little head, and smiled involuntarily when the cat jumped up and curled onto his lap. Sharing the flat with Georgie after their breakup was awkward at times, but he reckoned he wouldn’t want to move out, even if he could afford to.

The Admiral kept him company as he worked, eventually falling asleep. Jon felt like the worst kind of criminal when the time came for him to leave, but he had to get Admiral off his lap. He did so as gently as he could, lifting him and placing him down on a cushion; still the Admiral meowed and twisted around, claws scraping Jon’s hand, wordless accusations in his eyes.

“Sorry,” Jon said. “I have to go.”

He wasn’t being forgiven that easily; the Admiral hissed and turned his back on him, stomping away in the direction of Georgie’s bedroom.

It was well past midnight. He made it to the training area with ten minutes to spare. Unsurprisingly, it was almost deserted: the last few stragglers were leaving, and by the time the clocks struck one a.m., Jon was alone in one of the smaller rooms.

Each room had a similar layout: an arena, encircled with a powerful barrier enchantment that absorbed all errant magic, and chairs or benches outside the barrier, so that spectators could safely watch whatever was happening. Bigger rooms had rows and rows of benches, to accommodate for duels, competitions, spectacles, or other events that invariably drew in huge crowds. That Jon, invariably, avoided.

He sat down in the sand and took out his old textbook. It wouldn’t do him much good right now; lamps and candles had a nasty habit of exploding when exposed to too much magical energy, so they weren’t permitted inside the training rooms. He’d have to rely on what he remembered.

There was one last thing to do. Just one thing.

He ran his fingertips over the clasp of the bracelet. There was no need to worry; no reason to hesitate. Nothing would happen. Nothing could happen. The barrier around him was impenetrable. He had to remember that.

The clasp snapped open. He watched, hypnotized, as the bracelet uncoiled from his wrist and slipped to the ground; it seemed like a living thing, woven from a myriad of delicate strands, each one reflecting the sparse moonlight in its own way, casting a shimmering pattern upon the sand.

It crept around him; Jon held his breath. He could see the light now, more clearly than before. He could see the barrier further away, the intricate pattern of spell work designed to absorb and dissipate energy. He could see every grain of sand seemingly shift in the wind, even though the air was deathly, unnaturally still. He felt the moonlight on his skin like a brand, burning through the layers of flesh. He had thought the room was silent; but there was sound all around him, the delicate chime of his discarded bracelet, buzzing of the barrier, and the rapidly quickening beat of his own heart…

He forced himself to exhale and raised his shaking hands. They looked—they looked like they belonged to a stranger, sluggish to obey his commands, and felt like a thousand needles pricked his skin, sending electric currents down his nerve endings. But he had to—he had to control them. He would control them. It was a simple spell, he knew the gestures and the words, he knew how it should go.

He held his palms together and tried to focus on the space between them. A single point. See it. Feel it. See the infinite possibilities, see not what is, but what could be…

Sharp, sudden pain laced through his palms. Powerful spasm seized his muscles. He collapsed onto the sand, gasping for breath, a wordless scream tearing out of his chest.

It took an agonizingly long moment for his muscles to relax. The pain in his chest subsided once he managed to draw in a handful of unsteady breaths.

Right. So that was that. That’s what would usually happen.

He tried, again and again. Conjuring light was the easiest trick in the book. He had seen children do it without issue. Yet here he was, struggling to do even that.

“You do realize you are going about it completely backwards, do you?”

This time, when the light burst from his hands and momentarily blinded him, Jon yelped and fell backwards. There were spots dancing across his vision and a ringing in his ears.

“How about you mind your own business?” he seethed through clenched teeth and tried to push himself into an upright position. “I don’t recall asking for your advice, so kindly go and fuck yourself—“

The barrier flared; sand shifted. Jon looked up at the approaching figure, and felt his arms give in.

“Master—Master Bouchard.”

Of course it was. Such was Jon’s rotten luck, apparently.

“Hello, Mr Sims,” Bouchard said, clearly amused.

“I didn’t know you’d be here,” Jon said.

He was still flat on his arse. Bouchard was looking down at him. He scrambled to get up with as much dignity as he could muster in this situation.

“Yes, I figured,” Bouchard said. “I do owe you an apology. I did not mean to frighten you.”

“I’m not frightened,” Jon snapped. “I—why are you here?”

He felt the cackle of electricity on his tongue; he could almost see it in the air around him.

Inexplicably, Bouchard’s smile widened. He offered Jon his hand and Jon took it without thinking, letting himself be pulled upwards, until they were eye to eye and—

He saw a reflection of himself in Bouchard’s pale eyes, the image clear and sharp, every detail of his own face, the messy hairdo, skewed glasses, sheen of sweat on his forehead; his own eyes, widened, dark, a faintest glimmer within the depths of them; his half-opened mouth; and then he was looking at the man in front of him, the images superimposed on one another, and then stretching all the way to infinity, like standing between two mirrors…

Strong arms caught him as he was about to collapse, a terrible ache splitting his head open. His vision swam, and blurred; he tried to close his eyes, but there was no reprieve to be found in darkness.

“Breathe, Jon.”

He tried to focus on that: the movements of his chest, the flow of air through his lungs.

Eventually he realized he was clinging onto Master Bouchard like a swooning maiden. He was almost too mortified to let go.

“What’s happening to me?” he asked, in a voice that was dangerously close to a whimper.

“Well, it appears you are attempting to weave magic you have absolutely no control over,” Bouchard said. “Which is rather foolish, if I may add.” Jon blinked. “I already know how you feel about unsolicited advice,” Bouchard explained, smirking.

“Oh! Oh.” Jon took a hasty step back and rubbed his upper arms, gaze stuck on the ground by Bouchard’s gleaming shoes. “I—apologize. That was rude of me.”

“No, you were in the right. I shouldn’t have startled you,” Bouchard said. “But it seemed like you were in danger of hurting yourself.”

“I wasn’t—“ Jon began. A quick glance at Bouchard’s raised eyebrows stopped him in his tracks. “Well. Maybe. Maybe a bit.” He let out a long breath. “Thank you, Master,” he said stiffly.

Bouchard’s smile worried him; his gaze worried him more. Yet Jon couldn’t bring himself to look away once their eyes met.

#the magnus archives #jonelias #jonathan sims #elias bouchard

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dragonthunders01 · 1 year ago

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Spectember D28: Spec at the Cell level

Is not strange for space traveling ships to find unusual concentrations of biological matter around some solar systems, probably expelled from some icy moon or from asteroids that are disintegrating, through a unique case happened through the investigation of a crumbling space super structure, upon reaching a space station the ship used for the travel showed a considerable damage in the side of the isolation panels, which was covered by a dark slime-like goo that for the time passed from the exploration of the ruins to reaching a space station it was noticeable it grew up on the surface as originally were spotted as small dot that partially were clean, and even managed to corrode the surface making it a hazard to be checked out before it could spread to other gear.

What was found out was something more peculiar than a strange corrosive element and more of an organism thriving of feeding of artificial parts of the remains of the super structure, nicknamed the Cecisolus, as far it was analyzed this was a mat colony made of thousands of eukaryote like organisms with a simple nuclei and different organelles, through over it there was a second layer of the body membrane which on one section was concentrated few more layers of dead tissue reinforced with Melanin in high quantity, within them there were multiple chains of chemical connections that integrated within some organelles which in reaction to sunlight radiation produce a reaction that is converted to energy and the Melanin reflect the rest to avoid any mutation of the cell, as the energy is transferred the organism proceed to digest the artificial spaceship material into molecules useful for their survival, disposing of the rest into space or out of the cell in the form of a dark soot.

The process seems to take days and even days to happen, probably for the energy that takes to break the compounds. In a second expedition in the remains ancient super structure it was found more colonial mats great quantities, specially around of what was identified as electricity or energy conducts and infrastructure. There has been some speculation of such correlation that the mats was once part of a organic technological system created by the extinct civilization artificers of the megastructure millions of years ago, a system that collected the solar energy of the star like solar panels and regenerated itself by feeding it specific chemicals, but on some point after abandoning the super structure the photonic collector organism might have suffered of some mutations upon a failure of their facility or a disastrous event, spreading and likely devouring the space artifact, which many researchers are considering the main reason why this ancient space habitat became a total ruin.

#speculative evolution #exobiology #microorganisms #extraterrestrial #bioengineering #spectember

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yourbelovedissy · 8 months ago

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FEBESTIARY 2024

Throughout all of February, I did an art challenge I called Febestiary! The idea is simple: make 5 diff picker wheels of different prompts based on various animal species, body types, biomes, art styles, and unique traits. Then, smack 'em all together! This is the result of my month-long artistic pursuit :3

Oh also, I waive all rights to these creature designs, and release them under the CC0 license. No rights reserved.

[ID: Eleven images, each showing a different original fantasy monster design, labeled Febestiary with the day, and a bullet point list of traits with a drawing.

Day 1: Cosmic Clam: Bivalve, asymetrical, cosmos, cool, herds, saber teeth, monogamous.

The cosmic clams are drawn flying through a starscale, with deep blue shells on one side and a spike for a tail, with soft pale flesh on the other side like an oyster.

Day 1: Mind Magma Money: primate, tripedal, lava beds, low effort, mind control, diurnal, scavenger.

The mind magma monkey has three legs and two arms, with dark fur striped with cream on the arms and legs and above the pink face. It holds a bone in one hand, with lines of green going from its head to the heads of stick figures with swirly eyes, showing they are brainwashed into doing the money's bidding, one of them offering it energy. The background is black rock and lava.

Day 2: Diplopoltus: Dolpocaulus, hexapedal, tir na nog, minimalist, strong smell, spectral, levitation.

The Diplopoltus is shown as a long, blue and white spectral creature with a curved head like a hammerhead shark, and six short legs with three toes. It has four clusters of whiskers on its head, and blank white eyes with slits for a nose. It floats over a fantastic blue field at night the stars covering the sky.

Day 2: David Bowfish: Walleye, bipedal, cosmos, low effort, telekenesis, supersonic roars, bright colors.

The David Blowfish is drawn as a bipedal fish standing on the surface of the moon. It has two fins on its back, one blue, one green, a dark green fin on its tail and matching duck-like feet, red legs and belly, and a body white on the face with a stripe of red around the eye, a thick black band in the center, and the end striped white and green. It telekinetically holds a walkie taklie and has its mouth open, calling into it.

Day 3: Voltacuda: Barracuda, hexapedal, digital, skeleton, venemous bite, scavenger, elemental kinesis.

The Voltacuda is drawn as the skeleton of a barracuda in a digital grid world, with cables sparking with blue electricity ectending from the head, tail, and fins.

Day 4: Digitulas: Tarantula, quadrupedal, nightmares, creepy, nocturnal, sexual dimorphism, hibernation.

There are two digitulas, shrouded behind hazy darkness making them very hard to see, with their six front eyes the easiest thing to see, white-ish with pupils that seem dark red. One is shorter and closer to the ground, the other is much taller, with long hair partially obscuring its eyes. Aside from vague outlines of spider-like limbs and bodies, nothing else can be seen clearly.

Day 5: Proffo Pelican: Pelican, hexapedal, jungles, cutesy, burrowing, eusocial, strong vision.

The Proffo pelican is drawn sitting, with a bird body that is mostly grey-tan, with darker brown on the head, belly, and tail. It has four dark webbed feet, a fan-shaped tail with a center white feather, and the others dark brown with an orange and red-shaped base. The belly is striped with dotted lines of white. Its wing is tan-grey with white tips, and folded. It has a long tall neck, with a yellow face, a round eye, and a pale orange beak that is red at the base, with a large, striped, red, orange, and pale orange pouch below the beak that is puffed up. Atop the head is a small swirl of white, and smaller white "whiskers" on the cheek. The eye has a white line like a cheetah trailing down.

Day 6: Flying Frankfarter: Canine, limbless, clouds, cool, clairvoyance, poison secretions, migration.

The Flying Frankfarter is drawn as a dark brown hotdot with the head of a dog wearing sunglasses, with yellow stripes along the back in loops, and the top of the head like mustard. It has no limbs except for a short fluffy tail. It farts out fire as it flies through the sky like a missile, with a compass in a thought bubble over its head to show it knows where it's going.

Day 7: Soaring Sea Sloth: Sloth, Aquatic, Islands, Ancient, undead, levitation, healing powers.

The Soaring Sea Sloth is drawn in a stylized form with a long head, two large paws or hands off to either side above and below, tipped with three long claws, a long body, and a tail that seems like backlegs used together, with three claw sets on either side. It has a row of dots along the neck and body, and two dots above each paw. The center of the body has five asymetrical partial rings around it like ribs. There is an overlay like smoke or an old map.

Day 8: Mantid Mast: Mantis, many-limbed, underworld, goofy, time travel, camoflage, immortality. The Mantis Mast is drawn as a swimming praying mantis with large cartoony eyes, and a body that is brown and shaped like a canoe, with the legs disguised as oars, ending in duck-like feet below the water. Semi-transparent swirls of ghosts perch on its back as they are ferried down the river, with one swimming besides it. The Mantid Mast has a watch around its neck like a collar or necklace.

Day 8: Cnitaurian: Cnidarian, centaurian, oceans, scary cute, elemental kinesis, chromatophores, strong vision. The Cnitaurian is drawn as a jelly-fish like creature that is partly transparent, with other parts lit up bright blue, red, purple, and yellow. It has a head like structure with two whit eyes, a shoulder structure like the bell of a jellyfish, and a lower body as another bell, appearing shaped like a centaur, with tentacles forming arms and legs. The inside shows all the connections of the tentacles, and small flecks of white like stars.

End ID.]

#issy art #febestiary #art challenge #public domain #spec evo #speculative biology #cc0 #fantasy creature

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iantimony · 6 months ago

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last may tuesdaypost?!

i am going to Terf Island (uk) for the last two weeks of may!! i am very excited! i won't even brush my teeth on the plane and get ill this time! (plane water is not potable! don't ask how i know this!) therefore this is likely going to be the last roundup til june 4, i doubt i will have the time/energy/inclination to be Posting while abroad. might treat it like a vacation from the internet as well, that could be good for me.

listening: i am now halfway through partizan episode 42. i listened to like...four episodes straight on my drive home? i unsurprisingly got stuck in [city] traffic because i did not anticipate mothers day being like, a holiday people would travel for. like a fool. so it took me 2 hours to drive 40 miles. yay. so i will not finish partizan + palisade before the palisade finale (that was always a pipe dream) but such is life. i bet i can finish partizan before the palisade finale though! so that's the goal. also have listened to a shitload of well there's your problem; hyperloop, electric vehicles, howard street tunnel fire, camp fire, among others

youtube

reading:"the end of the mrbeast era": i have never been a mrbeast guy. i am baffled by who he seems to be as a person. how miserable. ms-demeanor's new personal wiki: yayyyy posts

watching: dungeon meshi and asobi asobase again BUT WITH MY BOYF IN PERSON THIS TIME .... delightful.

playing: truly fallow. no tabletop, no board or card games, definitely no vidya, just vibes.

making: picked up these last few things from the kiln on my way out of town! the texture bowl came out good!! i made an insane google sheets chart to be able to see all the possible layering combos with the amaco glaze that is floating around in the pottery studio so i could choose the Best Layering for the texture alsfkjldkf. i landed on deep speckle olive over albany slip brown on the inside, and a brown-olive-brown sandwich on the outside. i do not think this made a noticeable difference but i like the general color variation!

little dish that i did some underglaze painting on also came out ... technically from its second glaze firing, the first time 'round it had a bit of frit embedded in it, so i filed it off, dabbed a bit more clear on, and put it back on the shelf.

it got a new bit of frit embedded in it. pain dot jpeg. painting came out cute at least. cherry blossoms!!

eating: went out to eat last night with the boyf to a german pub type restaurant by his place, it was good! schnitzeling for sure. made the brussel sprouts-tofu-hoisin and tahini sauce sheet pan meal for my mom and brother tonight.

misc: i am in Women Be Shoppin mode looking for bridesmaid dress ....... i am very close to just buying a simple floor-length slip pattern and some nice fabric im ngl. on one hand im too fuckin picky and my soul wants to not buy a dress that will only get worn once and being able to make it myself will make it easier to rewear .... on the other, most of these dresses are really reasonably priced ............. i have time to think about it, maybe even try sewing a mockup, so we'll see.

#tuesdayposting #Youtube

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trendytopics2 · 6 months ago

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Harnessing the Winds of Change: The Renewable Revolution

At the forefront of this renewable revolution are advancements in solar energy technology. From humble beginnings as bulky, expensive panels dotting rooftops, solar power has undergone a remarkable transformation, propelled by innovation and economies of scale. Today, sleek and efficient solar panels adorn homes, businesses, and vast solar farms alike, harnessing the sun's abundant energy with unprecedented efficiency. But the true breakthrough lies in the realm of perovskite solar cells – a marvel of materials science that promises to revolutionize the solar industry.

Perovskite solar cells, named after the naturally occurring mineral with similar crystal structure, boast remarkable properties that rival conventional silicon-based photovoltaics. With their thin, lightweight design and potential for low-cost production, perovskite cells are poised to drive down the cost of solar energy even further, making it accessible to communities around the globe. But perhaps most importantly, perovskite cells have shattered efficiency records, reaching levels previously thought unattainable. With each technological leap, solar energy edges closer to its ultimate goal – becoming the backbone of our energy infrastructure, displacing fossil fuels and slashing carbon emissions in the process.

Yet, the sun is just one piece of the renewable puzzle. Across wind-swept plains and rugged coastlines, another renewable giant is coming into its own – wind power. Long celebrated for its environmental benefits and inexhaustible supply, wind energy has undergone a remarkable evolution in recent years, driven by advances in turbine design, materials science, and data analytics. Gone are the days of towering, monolithic turbines dominating the landscape. In their place, sleek and agile machines harness the power of the wind with unparalleled efficiency, thanks to innovations such as smart rotor blades and advanced control systems. But perhaps the most transformative development in the world of wind energy is unfolding offshore. As traditional onshore wind resources reach their limits, offshore wind farms offer a tantalizing opportunity to tap into the vast potential of our oceans. Here, where the winds are stronger and more consistent, floating platforms support a new generation of wind turbines, anchored miles from shore in depths once thought impassable. It's a technological feat that promises to unlock vast reserves of clean, renewable energy, while simultaneously revitalizing coastal economies and reducing our dependence on fossil fuels. Meanwhile, beneath the surface of our rivers and oceans, hydroelectric power continues to flow, quietly generating clean electricity with minimal environmental impact. But the true promise of hydroelectricity lies not in its traditional form, but in the realm of innovation. Pumped hydro storage, once considered a niche technology, is emerging as a crucial component of our future energy landscape. By using surplus electricity to pump water uphill during periods of low demand, pumped hydro facilities serve as giant batteries, storing energy for when it's needed most. It's a simple yet elegant solution to the intermittent nature of renewable energy sources, smoothing out peaks and valleys in electricity generation and bolstering grid reliability. Yet, as we look to the depths of our oceans, we find another source of untapped potential – tidal energy. With the ebb and flow of the tides, vast amounts of kinetic energy lie waiting to be harnessed, powering turbines and generating electricity with minimal environmental impact. But tidal energy is more than just a theoretical concept – it's a burgeoning industry with the potential to revolutionize coastal communities around the world. From the shores of Scotland to the bays of Nova Scotia, tidal energy projects are taking shape, paving the way for a future powered by the rhythms of the sea. And beneath our feet, a source of heat as old as the Earth itself holds the key to unlocking a renewable revolution – geothermal energy.

By tapping into the Earth's natural heat, geothermal power plants produce electricity with minimal greenhouse gas emissions, providing a reliable and consistent source of baseload power. But the true innovation lies in enhanced geothermal systems (EGS) – a groundbreaking technology that promises to expand the reach of geothermal energy far beyond volcanic hotspots. By creating artificial reservoirs deep underground and circulating water through them at high pressures, EGS technology has the potential to unlock vast reserves of clean, renewable energy, transforming the very fabric of our energy landscape. In the face of mounting environmental challenges, the need for sustainable solutions has never been more urgent. But as we stand on the cusp of a renewable revolution, the path forward has never been clearer.

#science #earth #climate change #nature #renewable resources

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otterintheflightdeck · 2 years ago

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Gerveth snippet

A snippet from The Plague of The Elves 2: Electric Boogaloo (working title).

I don’t have any real intention of writing this anytime soon (still in Geralt/Morvran hell and work is way too stressful), but! I like this bit from one of the first scenes.

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"Come lie with me," Iorveth said, stepping back.

Geralt's hands fell from his sides, but he hesitated, shifting his weight. "Brought food." He gestured behind himself, indicating some spot beyond the edge of the camp where he'd likely left his horse. Iorveth nodded and waved him off.

He was expecting a handful of potatoes, or a loaf of Marlene's bread, perhaps, but Geralt came back with what had to be a small deer's worth of meat wrapped in wax paper, gathered into a precarious pile in his arm, and a large burlap sack dangling from his other hand. He put it all down by the fire, next to Eluned and Nia, with a polite "may our meeting bring prosperity to both our houses" -- a greeting so antiquated it might as well have come out of an elven book of fairy tales. Iorveth smiled at the rare misstep, warmth filling his chest even as both women snickered at him. "He means he's glad to meet you."

"Uh. Yeah."

"Likewise, Gwynbleidd," Eluned replied before turning to him, mirth dancing in her eyes alongside the flickering flames. "Take the tent."

Iorveth shook his head at the offer -- there was too little time, had he even had the energy to do anything other than sleep -- and went to his bedroll, a short distance away from the fire. Geralt followed.

"Thank you for the food," Nia called out. Then she added, nearly choking on repressed laughter, "May Dana Méadbh return these offerings to you tenfold."

Geralt frowned, apparently realizing he was being teased, but did not bother to reply. Iorveth toed off his worn boots and crawled his way under his wool blanket and the gambeson he'd spread over it for additional warmth, settling on his side at one edge of the thin bedding. Geralt understood his silent request and soon he was at his back, one arm around him. He'd taken off his jerkin, and if Iorveth was very still, he thought he could feel his heartbeat through the few layers of cloth that remained between them, strong and steady, slower than a normal man's. He sighed into the wolf pelt he'd rolled into a makeshift pillow and let his eye slip closed.

Geralt nuzzled his way to the back of his neck, the hard ridge of his nose nudging at his headscarf. Finally he reached up and eased it off his head, and Iorveth let him. From any other lover, it would've felt like an empty gesture, a forced show of insouciance toward his scars, but Geralt was simply after the simple, animalistic pleasure of smelling him; he rubbed his face against the back of Iorveth's head, sighing, then curled even closer, wedging his nose behind Iorveth's ear.

"Dog," Iorveth said, fond.

"Mm. Missed you."

Geralt's warmth was leeching into him, easing the soreness that lingered in his limbs from too many days in the saddle, and Geralt's chest and thighs felt pleasantly solid against him -- a reminder that he could allow himself to let his guard down. There were few threats here that a witcher wouldn't be able to neutralize without even his archers' help, and so for the first time in months, Iorveth let himself think of the future rather than his and his group's immediate survival.

He'd stayed at Corvo Bianco but for a short time, yet the brilliant blue of Toussaint's sky, the sweet smell of vines heavy with plump grapes, and the stark, broken silhouettes of the ruins that dotted the landscape had sunk under his skin like so many tattoos, and the trek down the mountains and into Sansretour Valley, this time, had felt much like a homecoming. He wondered what the vineyard would look like when he finally reached it again, how beautiful the olive trees would be in full bloom, and whether Yennefer had been able to talk Geralt into renovating the house after all. He thought of the rich taste of Marlene's stews and of what she would be adding to them at this time of the year -- spring leeks, perhaps, or asparagus.

Geralt gently tugged at the hem of his shirt, untucking it from his trousers, and slid his hand under it. The slow strokes of calloused fingertips over his ribs drew Iorveth from his thoughts, and soon he realized what Geralt was looking for. "There's no scar. Surely you weren't doubting Yennefer's abilities."

He felt the curl of Geralt's smile against his skin, his stubble tickling his ear. "'Course not." His hand stilled, splayed comfortably on Iorveth's stomach, and Iorveth covered it with one of his own.

"How is she?"

"Good. Bored, though. Back to reading romance novels. She'll be happy to see you. Marlene, too." He spoke on in a murmured monotone, about Marlene and Barnabas-Basil and something about wine, and sleep pulled at the edges of Iorveth's consciousness, blurring the words into a comforting, meaningless buzz. Geralt must have felt it, or smelled it, or heard his breathing change; he caught Iorveth's fingers between his and squeezed them lightly. "Go to sleep. I'll wake you up at midnight."

#gerveth #iorveth #one day i'm just going to write 839439 pages about geralt speaking/learning elvish

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slyandthefamilybook · 11 months ago

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okay okay okay. I'm gonna try to represent this as best I can, but I don't have access to my EWDs so I'm gonna have to do it from memory

this is an example of a very simple circuit. it has:

A power source (the horizontal lines on the left represent a battery)

A protection device (the 20 amp fuse, represented by a box with a diagonal line)

A control device (the switch, currently open, represented by a line between two dots)

A load (the thing doing the actual work, in this case a light bulb represented by a circle with a swirl)

And a ground path (represented by the horizontal lines on the right. The ground returns to the negative side of the battery but for the purposes of compactness wiring diagrams are usually drawn with them terminating at the bottom)

If you want to power multiple loads from the same power source, you can run the circuit in either series or parallel. In a series circuit, loads are placed one after another on the same wire. This reduces wire length, but the loads have to share the same voltage, and so the output of each is reduced. We're gonna focus on parallel for right now because that's what most wiring harnesses are

This is a parallel circuit. The wires from the battery go to two separate bulbs. The benefit of a parallel circuit is that both bulbs will get the same amount of power (it has to do with voltages and amperage and some annoying math so it doesn't violate conservation of energy). These are good because it means a break in one of the sub-circuits won't affect the operation of the other bulb. But a break in the master circuit will take out both bulbs

This is a basic overview of how wiring harnesses work in a vehicle. You can see that all the modules are wired in parallel, so if one goes down it doesn't take out the rest of them

If we zoom in on, say, the BCM, we can see that it controls a number of different actuators, motors, and sensors

If we zoom in further, we can see that the seatbelt ECU (Electronics Control Unit) is connected to the actual sensor itself with 3 wires: Power (red), Signal (green), and Ground (white). Many circuits are much more complicated than this (for example, the starter circuit), but this is the basic layout of the circuit heirarchy found in every harness in your vehicle.

This is what the geniuses at Tesla are trying to do. As you can see, a break anywhere on this big loop will knock out power to every single system on it, because they'll all simultaneously lose their ground. The reason they need 48 volts instead of the typical 12 is because running everything in series means each bulb, motor, sensor, whatever, is going to run at reduced power. it's a disaster of electrical wiring and is the sign of someone who wants to be different for the sake of being different. There's a reason we structure vehicle electronics the way we do

#I did not get my A6 just to see this kind of bullshit enter the industry

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Races Among the Stars 10: Shimreen

Sentient life takes on all sorts of forms, the biodiversity of a single planet is enough to prove that, but sometimes in science fiction life takes on unusual forms, such as different chemical compounds that offer enough complexity to potentially become life. We’re all intimately familiar with the versatility of carbon, but other options like nitrogen, silicon, and sulfur are possibilities, to say nothing of stranger things that you get in sci-fi and fantasy alike.

One such unusual species are the autocthonous crystalline creatures known as the shimreen, that dwell on a planet known for it’s raw elemental activities, ranging from near-constant storms to geological activity including multiple volcanoes that serve as the primary reproductive sites of the species. While once they endured the truly staggering forces of their planet with only underground shelters to protect themselves, the modern shimreen have constructed at least domed cities that absorb the lighting and forces of the storms above into power for their residents, where they live in orderly, seeming utopia.

Shimreen (which I only recently realized is a pun on ‘shimmering’) appear to be humanoid beings composed of glowing crystal in a variety of colors spanning the whole rainbow (they can change the light level of their radiance, but only death can extinguish it). While extremely dense (the average shimreen weighing about 600 lbs), they possess the full flexibility of most other humanoids due to the way that their solid bodies can subtly fracture and reassemble without losing cohesion or letting in gaps, all of which gives them permanent joints, humanoid facial features as well as what makes their circulatory system possible alongside electrical currents carrying the energy from sustenance throughout the body.

That same control also allows them to alter themselves in key ways. The most immediately obvious is the way they can prune or encourage the growth of crystal outcroppings on their heads, forming “hair” and “beards”. However, they can also reshape a limb into either a tool for the work at hand or into a simple stabbing lance. Finally, they can actually reshape the crystal lattices in their own heads, the ones that define their consciousness, effectively altering their own brains. Most do so to get rid of bad habits or reduce the impact of traumatic memories.

Additionally, the properties of the crystal itself lends itself well to energy conduction, particularly electricity, though they can conduct and even absorb pretty much any energies, though this does nothing on it’s own to protect them from the damaging effects of said energy, it can be useful in combat, and it also means that music is a very popular art form in the species, with their songs usually including elements set at the resonant frequency range of their bodies so that they feel as well as hear the music.

It is perhaps the uniqueness of shimreen composition that explains why their reproduction can only occur on their homeworld (though the game treats this like a bit of a mystery). Essentially, when two or more shimreen desire a child, they venture to one of the volcanoes dotting their world and each break off a bit of their own crystal structure, combining them all together and dropping them into the lava, where they melt down and the heat allows the liquefied crystal to begin forming the crystal seed of an infant shimreen, unless the process fails, of course.

The shimreen believe that they were given life by Pharasma, and that the souls of their newborns come from the lava from her, which in turn leads many to believe that there is only a finite amount of soul energy, and only by returning the crumbled remains of their deceased to the volcano can it be renewed and guarantee that more children are born. (This isn’t touched on further because Starfinder likes to be a lot less specific about the great beyond and the complex matters of death and the afterlife, but I’m of the mind that the reason that shimreen can only be born from the volcanoes of their homeworld has more to do with the unique mineral composition than anything else, though there is probably some element of the divine or spiritual too).

The shimreen are an orderly people, but they also delight in expression and creativity. Their culture is broadly divided into warriors and workers, though there is no great social disparity between the two. Warriors include both those that train to fight in any capacity as well as those that hone their bodies for other reasons such as professional athletes and the like. Meanwhile, workers cover anything from doctors to scientists to skilled laborers.

The plentiful nature of resources on Shimrinsara also means that there is plenty of opportunity for creative endeavors and personal projects, and the fashion, art, and music scenes are fascinatingly diverse.

Indeed, all told, shimreen society should be a utopia, with most citizens seeing no need to leave the planet save for if their work requires it. However, every so-called utopia has it’s problems, such as the unacknowledged bigotry towards those whose internal light is dull or their facets rough and unpolished, as well as the current practice of “rehabilitating” criminals by externally modifying the malleable cerebral lattice, effectively brainwashing them into “good citizens” (though it should be clear that a large majority find this practice barbaric, though fear of exile has kept these objections quiet for now), as well rumors of an 8th city that exists outside of the control of the Spectrum Council’s control.

Shimreen are agile and ingenious, but their reliance on order leaves their critical thinking skills lacking.

They are also especially adept at absorbing and conducting various forms of energy, and by willingly absorbing more (damaging themselves in the process), they can hold a charge of such energy that they release with a melee attack with a weapon or their own crystalline outgrowths, enhancing its damage appropriately.

The conductivity of their crystalline bodies naturally makes them more resistant to electricity.

Shimreen also natural glow from within, and in addition to finely controlling it to punctuate their language, they can adjust, but not extinguish the light level of this glow as needed.

With their malleable crystal makeups, they can shift one of their hands into a piercing crystalline weapon similar to a dagger, shortsword, or even rapier. Most are quite adept at using it in battle too, though obviously the hand is useless for grasping until reverted.

With their agility, shimreen can be quite effective as ranged attackers or agile melee combatants, though the fact that they glow can make being an operative based on stealth difficult without full body coverings. Dexterity also helps them as precogs, though others may seek to use their intellect for studious biohacking, as well as the technological skills of the mechanic or technomancer. Interestingly, their ability to willingly take more damage to get a boost later has some synergy with the vanguard class. However, their lower wisdom makes mystic a somewhat hard sell, though nothing is stopping you from choosing the class if it is more your style than other casters like witchwarpers.

While their initially started as an AP backmatter race, they proved popular enough to get an expansion and write-up in Alien Archive 3 and Interstellar Species, which is always nice. In any case, that will do for today, I hope you’re looking forward to more!

#starfinder #race #shimreen #Starfinder 6 Empire of Bones #Alien Archive 3 #Interstellar Species

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5 Swim Wear Trends for Ladies to Rock This Summer

As the summer sun starts to peek out, the anticipation for sandy beaches, poolside relaxation, and endless hours spent in cool waters begins to grow. For ladies around the world, this time of year also means that it's time to update their swim wear collections to reflect the freshest styles of the season. Whether you’re a beach lover or prefer lounging by the pool, rocking the perfect swim wear can enhance your summer experience and boost your confidence.

The world of swim wear is continually evolving, with trends that range from classic and timeless styles to bold, avant-garde designs. This summer, there’s no shortage of options for women looking to make a splash with their swimwear. So, to help you stay ahead of the curve, let’s dive into the five swim wear trends that will dominate this summer and have every lady feeling fabulous.

When it comes to picking out swim wear for ladies, the right combination of comfort and style is essential. This season's trends offer a blend of nostalgic throwbacks, innovative cuts, and playful designs, giving every woman the chance to express herself through swimwear. From high-waisted retro pieces to sustainable swim wear, there’s truly something for everyone. Let’s take a closer look at what’s trending this summer.

1. Retro High-Waisted Bikinis

High-waisted bikinis are making a comeback in a big way this summer. With a nod to the 1950s, these flattering two-piece swimsuits are all about embracing vintage glamour. High-waisted bottoms offer coverage that enhances comfort while providing a stylish silhouette that highlights your curves in all the right ways. The retro look is perfect for anyone who loves a bit of classic elegance while also enjoying a modern twist.

One of the great things about high-waisted bikinis is their versatility. They suit different body types and can be paired with various top styles—ranging from bandeau tops to underwire bra tops, creating the perfect blend of vintage and chic. Plus, the added coverage makes them ideal for all-day beach activities, from playing volleyball to enjoying a picnic under the sun. Bright colors, polka dots, and gingham prints are especially popular for those wanting to channel some serious old-school summer vibes.

2. Cut-Out One-Piece Swimsuits

Cut-out one-piece swimsuits are the epitome of trendy sophistication this season. These swimsuits combine the classic one-piece structure with unexpected cut-out details that add a sense of allure and boldness. Whether the cut-outs are at the sides, the back, or the front, they can turn a simple one-piece into a statement swimwear piece that's perfect for turning heads.

This trend is all about finding the right balance between sexy and sophisticated. The strategic cut-outs can highlight your best features and create a striking visual effect, making the swimsuit feel edgy and modern. From asymmetric designs to keyhole cut-outs, there are plenty of variations to choose from, ensuring you find a style that suits your personality. Whether lounging by the pool or taking a dip, a cut-out one-piece swimsuit is a surefire way to look effortlessly glamorous. To buy swim wear for ladies, visit https://chichotclub.com/

3. Bright and Playful Colors

Summer is all about vibrancy, and nothing says "fun in the sun" quite like bright, bold swimwear. This year, think neon yellows, vivid oranges, ocean blues, and hot pinks—colors that capture the energy of summer and instantly uplift your mood. Bold and playful colors are a fantastic way to express yourself, and they look particularly stunning against sun-kissed skin.

If you’re feeling adventurous, you can also mix and match different colors to create a unique swimwear look that’s entirely your own. Color-blocked bikinis and one-pieces in contrasting colors are a major trend this summer, allowing you to get creative and show off your personal style. Whether you’re a fan of electric shades or prefer pastel tones with a pop of color, there’s a rainbow of options to help you shine on the beach.

4. Sustainable and Eco-Friendly Swimwear

With a growing focus on sustainability, eco-friendly swimwear is a trend that’s making waves this summer. Many ladies are becoming more conscious of their environmental footprint, and opting for swimwear made from recycled materials is a great way to stay stylish while being kind to the planet. These eco-friendly swimsuits are often crafted from materials like recycled plastic bottles or regenerated nylon, making them a smart and sustainable choice.

Sustainable swimwear doesn’t compromise on style, either. Many designs feature chic cuts, beautiful prints, and vibrant colors—all while being environmentally responsible. From classic bikinis to sporty one-pieces, these sustainable options are perfect for ladies who want to make a statement both in fashion and in their commitment to the environment. So, not only do you look good, but you also feel good knowing you’re supporting a cleaner planet.

5. Sporty and Functional Styles

Athleisure has been a major influence in fashion over the past few years, and this summer, the trend has found its way into swimwear. Sporty and functional swimsuits are perfect for ladies who love to stay active at the beach or pool. These swimsuits feature supportive tops, racerback designs, and comfortable bottoms that are ideal for swimming, surfing, or playing beach sports.

The key to this trend is combining practicality with style. Think sleek, streamlined designs, zippers, mesh panels, and even long-sleeved swim tops that provide extra sun protection. Sporty swimwear is about feeling empowered, confident, and ready for any adventure that summer may bring. Plus, the comfortable fits and stretchy fabrics make these swimsuits a great choice for a day of fun in the sun.

Finding the Perfect Swim Wear for You

With so many exciting trends to choose from, finding the perfect swim wear for ladies can feel like a delightful adventure. Whether you're drawn to retro styles, vibrant colors, or sustainable fashion, there’s something for everyone this summer. The key is to choose pieces that make you feel comfortable and confident, allowing you to enjoy every moment by the water.

Don’t be afraid to step out of your comfort zone and try something new—maybe a bold color you’ve never worn before, or a trendy cut-out design that catches your eye. Swimwear is a form of self-expression, and summer is the perfect time to let your style shine. By embracing these trends, you'll be ready to make a splash and turn every beach day into a fabulous fashion moment.

Styling Tips for Your Swimwear

No swimwear look is complete without the right styling. Accessories can take your swimwear game to the next level and help you stand out even more. Wide-brimmed hats, oversized sunglasses, and flowing cover-ups are all classic options that pair beautifully with this summer’s swimwear trends. Additionally, woven beach bags, colorful sandals, and layered jewelry can add a touch of glamour and fun to your beach ensemble.

If you’re opting for a retro high-waisted bikini, consider pairing it with a cute polka dot headband or cat-eye sunglasses for that true vintage vibe. For those sporting a cut-out one-piece, a chic sarong or kimono can add a layer of sophistication when you’re strolling along the shore. With playful and bright swimwear, try adding some neon or beaded jewelry to enhance the colorful, carefree look.

Confidence is Key

Above all, the most important aspect of rocking any swimwear trend is confidence. Swimwear can sometimes be intimidating, but it's crucial to remember that every body is a beach body. The trends mentioned in this post are designed to help you feel fabulous and comfortable, no matter your shape or size. Whether you’re diving into the waves, lounging on a pool float, or soaking up the sun with friends, the best accessory you can wear with your swimwear is your confidence.

Confidence is contagious, and when you feel good, it shows. Don’t be afraid to embrace your body and celebrate everything that makes you uniquely beautiful. The summer is about creating memories, having fun, and enjoying life’s simple pleasures. So, find that perfect swimsuit, put on your biggest smile, and get ready to make unforgettable memories this summer.

In Conclusion

Summer is the perfect time to experiment with your swimwear and embrace new trends that make you feel amazing. From retro high-waisted bikinis to bright and bold colors, there are endless possibilities to express your style and personality. This year, swimwear is all about having fun, feeling comfortable, and making conscious choices that align with your values.

So, whether you’re planning a beach vacation, a pool party, or just a relaxing day in the sun, these five swimwear trends are here to help you look and feel your best. Remember, it’s not just about the swimsuit itself, but also about the confidence and joy that you bring to every moment spent in it. Summer is calling—so slip into your favorite swimwear, step out into the sunshine, and make this summer one to remember!

#Swim Wear for Ladies

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How Cutting-Edge Cranes Shape Dubai's Architectural Marvels and Port Operations

Dubai is a city known for its rapid development, futuristic skyline, and bustling port facilities. Central to these achievements is the deployment of cutting-edge crane technology, which has revolutionized both the construction and maritime sectors. These advanced cranes have enabled the city to build iconic structures and operate one of the most efficient port systems in the world. This article explores how cutting-edge cranes shape Dubai's architectural marvels and port operations, highlighting the technological innovations and strategic implementations that drive this success.

The Evolution of Crane Technology in Dubai

Crane technology has evolved significantly over the past few decades, transforming from simple mechanical devices to sophisticated machines equipped with advanced features. This evolution has been driven by the need for greater efficiency, safety, and capability in handling increasingly complex construction and port operations. Dubai, with its ambitious development projects and strategic maritime location, has been at the forefront of adopting these innovations.

Cutting-Edge Cranes in Dubai's Construction Sector

Dubai's skyline, dotted with some of the world's tallest and most innovative buildings, is a testament to the role of advanced cranes in construction. These cranes have enabled the construction of high-rise buildings, large-scale developments, and intricate architectural designs that define the city's unique aesthetic.

High-Rise Construction

High-rise construction in Dubai presents numerous challenges, including the need to lift heavy materials to great heights and operate in tight, urban environments. Tower cranes, a staple on Dubai's construction sites, are equipped with features such as hydraulic jacks and computerized control systems. These cranes can be raised as buildings grow taller, ensuring continuous and efficient operation.

For example, the construction of the Burj Khalifa, the tallest building in the world, required the use of several high-capacity tower cranes. These cranes were essential for lifting steel beams, concrete panels, and other heavy materials to heights of over 800 meters. The precision and reliability of these cranes were crucial in ensuring the structural integrity and timely completion of the building.

Cutting-Edge Cranes in Dubai's Port Operations

Dubai's strategic location on the Persian Gulf has made it a key player in global maritime trade. The city's port facilities, particularly Jebel Ali Port, are among the most advanced in the world. Cutting-edge cranes are integral to the efficiency, safety, and capacity of these ports, enabling Dubai to handle massive volumes of cargo with precision and speed.

Container Handling

Container handling is a critical operation in modern ports, and advanced container cranes have revolutionized this process. Ship-to-shore (STS) cranes are equipped with automated controls, remote operation capabilities, and high lifting capacities. These cranes can handle the largest container ships, reducing turnaround times and increasing port throughput.

Jebel Ali Port, one of the busiest ports globally, has invested heavily in advanced STS cranes. These cranes can handle Ultra Large Container Vessels (ULCVs), which carry over 20,000 TEUs (twenty-foot equivalent units). The automated systems allow for precise container handling, minimizing delays and maximizing productivity.

Environmental Sustainability

Modern crane technology also contributes to environmental sustainability in construction and maritime operations. Electric and hybrid cranes are designed to be more energy-efficient and produce lower emissions compared to traditional diesel-powered cranes.

Electric and Hybrid Cranes

Electric and hybrid cranes use electric motors and batteries to power their operations, reducing the reliance on diesel engines. These cranes are quieter and produce less air pollution, making them ideal for use in urban environments and environmentally sensitive areas. At Dubai's Jebel Ali Port, the introduction of electric and hybrid cranes has been a key part of the port's sustainability initiatives. These cranes not only reduce the port's carbon footprint but also lower operating costs by decreasing fuel consumption and maintenance requirements.

Overhead cranes play a vital role in Dubai's construction and port operations. These cranes, mounted on beams or gantries, are used for moving heavy and large items horizontally within a confined area. In port operations, overhead cranes are essential for handling heavy machinery and oversized cargo that mobile cranes cannot manage efficiently. Their ability to lift and move significant loads with precision makes them indispensable in both construction and maritime settings. Overhead cranes' robust design and operational flexibility significantly enhance productivity and safety, ensuring smooth and efficient handling of complex lifting tasks.

The Role of Cranes in Shaping Dubai's Iconic Architecture

Dubai's architectural landscape is characterized by its ambitious and innovative projects, many of which have pushed the boundaries of engineering and design. Advanced crane technology has been instrumental in bringing these visions to life, enabling the construction of some of the most iconic structures in the world.

The Burj Khalifa

Standing at 828 meters, the Burj Khalifa is the tallest building in the world and a symbol of Dubai's ambition and engineering prowess. The construction of such a towering structure posed numerous challenges, particularly in terms of lifting heavy materials to unprecedented heights. Advanced tower cranes, capable of lifting heavy loads with precision and stability, were crucial to the project's success.

These cranes were equipped with hydraulic jacks and advanced control systems, allowing them to be raised progressively as the building grew taller. The ability to operate efficiently and safely at great heights was a key factor in the timely and successful completion of the Burj Khalifa.

Conclusion

Dubai's transformation into a global hub of architectural innovation and maritime efficiency is largely due to its strategic investment in cutting-edge crane technology. These cranes have enabled the construction of some of the world's most iconic structures and the development of highly efficient port facilities. By integrating advanced features such as automation, AI, and sustainability initiatives, Dubai has set new standards for excellence in crane operations. The use of specialized equipment, such as the chain hoist, has been integral in achieving these advancements, providing reliable and precise lifting capabilities essential for complex construction and port activities.

Through visionary leadership and a commitment to innovation, including the use of the chain hoist, Dubai is not only building an impressive skyline but also creating a model of sustainable and efficient infrastructure for the world to follow. The strategic integration of the chain hoist in both construction and port operations highlights Dubai's dedication to maintaining its status as a global leader in technological and infrastructural excellence.

#chain hoist

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It wasn’t a physical force like a shock wave. There was just a ripple of unidentifiable motion that I could swear I felt in every atom of my body. Like all of them were being shoved against one another in a seemingly endless billiards break. Rings of bright pink-purple energy wreathed by crackling black dots like roiling liquid pinged over the sky and ground like a reflective, vibrating radar over every spectrum at once.

We heroes looked at one another in mounting concern but the Beyonder’s facial expression changed for the first time. His eyes grew wide, he looked for a moment like he was going to be sick as his stance pitched and leaned like he suddenly didn’t know which way was up.

“Fools! Fools and miscreants!” Came a voice that might as well have frozen my spine solid from how quickly it straightened and we all turned to look over the open expanse to a small rise where stood two figures.

One dressed in baggy green clothing marked by bright pink lightning bolt pauldrons that extended from his shoulders to points near his belt and whose face was marked with jagged black marks all converging to one point on his face.

Beside him, standing in armor of gleaming silver and wreathed in a cloak of deep green with eyes that burned with hatred all the more inhuman for being the only inches of human flesh visible on his person.

“You have led me directly to the erstwhile god who has stranded me on this rock on a forsaken edge of the universe!” The armored figure said as he raised his gleaming gauntlet high in the air.

The outpouring pink rings of energy seemed to emanate from the figure beside him who began to float, energy and that crackling blackness pouring like billowing smoke from his eyes.

The Beyonder finally lost his balance, falling to his elbows and knees on the ground. Even as Colossus reached forth to try and catch him in his fall he just phased through the mighty Russian’s grasp, flickers on the edges of his being like he was a candle flame about to wink out. His shape pulled like flowing water until he was a mass of brightly burning energy drawn along the ground by some inexorable gravity.

“You who wish to merely scuttle back to your homes on Earth when the power of a cosmic god is standing out before us?!” The armored figure ranted as the energy was directed by the man at his side into the feet of his armor, pouring into it like an electrical charge. “You will be the first to witness the rise of one who is truly Beyond!”

A thunder crack knocked us all off our feet and staring up from beneath the shroud of an impossibly long shadow. The armored figure now stood, larger than a skyscraper, his body outpouring with energy from every seam and surface.

“You will witness the rise...” “OF DOOM!”

Stingray, A Soft and Simple Shanty

“Dr. Richards wants that data.” Diane said to me, short dark hair barely falling past the backs of her ears. She was dressed in swirling psychedelic patterns, a base of deep sea green with crescents and reaching coral limbs of red and pink and blue.

“Dr. Richards will get that data. If he wants to find a better way to get a reading of strange mineral deposits several miles down and three hours sail off the coast of Oahu then he can do it himself. Until then, he'll take the time table I give him.” I said, standing up tall.

Diane stopped, a smile kinking up the right side of her lips.

A stark white bodysuit and crimson shorts, boots and gloves. A red strike up the center with a starburst taking up most of my chest and a helmet tucked under one arm with no facial features save for a curved arrow pointing down. The suit's “cape” or “wings” extended down from each arm, segmented with long stripes like the feathers of some titanic sea bird.

“What?” I asked her, smiling as if I didn't already know the answer while she approached me. She set down the clipboard against the bolted down table on the deck of our research boat. She pushed herself up on her tiptoes and kissed me.

I sighed, closing my eyes softly and wrapping my arms around the small of her back. Cursing the suit's environmental seal for not letting me feel her warmth on mine.

“Just thinking about how dashing a figure you cut, Stingray.” She said, taking the helmet out from under my arm. She fitted it over my head gently, clicking both latches shut in one motion. With a shrill little beep the helmet's HUD flashed to light in a squint inducing shade of red that wouldn't be lost against the ocean backdrop.

“'Stingray' is for when I'm doing something unwise around people with guns or who can toss trucks like footballs. Now what you CAN say is that Dr. Walter Newell, savant oceanographer and inventor cuts a dashing figure. Stingray is a part-timer.” I said, sweeping her back up into my arms and getting close. “Your husband is here for every second.” One of my gloved hands reached down over her forearm and laced my fingers into hers, running the tips of my fingers along the gem of her wedding ring. A teardrop of aquamarine in gleaming silver. Yes, Aquamarine. No one can ever accuse “us” superheroes of not being blunt as battering rams.

“When you get back from your day job, Mr. Part-Time. I'd like to take you up on that…” She said as I stepped up on the edge of the boat.

“Mmm, careful. Bad for the ecosystem if I start turning sea water to steam on contact.” I said and thrust my arms out to either side, wings snapping up, glittering red in the sun.

(Here it issss~)

#marvel #marvel comics #marvel universe #marvel heroes #superhero #comics #stingray #walter newell #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #archive of our own #please interact

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