#superior grade formative course

[softkya]

Guess who the fuck just started school in a new place and has to go at dawn 8 a.m.

Well it's kinda college, superior grade formative course.

No college, but close

[communistkenobi]

(taken from a post about AI)

speaking as someone who has had to grade virtually every kind of undergraduate assignment you can think of for the past six years (essays, labs, multiple choice tests, oral presentations, class participation, quizzes, field work assignments, etc), it is wild how out-of-touch-with-reality people’s perceptions of university grading schemes are. they are a mass standardised measurement used to prove the legitimacy of your degree, not how much you’ve learned. Those things aren’t completely unrelated to one another of course, but they are very different targets to meet. It is standard practice for professors to have a very clear idea of what the grade distribution for their classes are before each semester begins, and tenure-track assessments (at least some of the ones I’ve seen) are partially judged on a professors classes’ grade distributions - handing out too many A’s is considered a bad thing because it inflates student GPAs relative to other departments, faculties, and universities, and makes classes “too easy,” ie, reduces the legitimate of the degree they earn. I have been instructed many times by professors to grade easier or harder throughout the term to meet those target averages, because those targets are the expected distribution of grades in a standardised educational setting. It is standard practice for teaching assistants to report their grade averages to one another to make sure grade distributions are consistent. there’s a reason profs sometimes curve grades if the class tanks an assignment or test, and it’s generally not because they’re being nice!

this is why AI and chatgpt so quickly expanded into academia - it’s not because this new generation is the laziest, stupidest, most illiterate batch of teenagers the world has ever seen (what an original observation you’ve made there!), it’s because education has a mass standard data format that is very easily replicable by programs trained on, yanno, large volumes of data. And sure the essays generated by chatgpt are vacuous, uncompelling, and full of factual errors, but again, speaking as someone who has graded thousands of essays written by undergrads, that’s not exactly a new phenomenon lol

I think if you want to be productively angry at ChatGPT/AI usage in academia (I saw a recent post complaining that people were using it to write emails of all things, as if emails are some sacred form of communication), your anger needs to be directed at how easily automated many undergraduate assignments are. Or maybe your professors calculating in advance that the class average will be 72% is the single best way to run a university! Who knows. But part of the emotional stakes in this that I think are hard for people to admit to, much less let go of, is that AI reveals how rote, meaningless, and silly a lot of university education is - you are not a special little genius who is better than everyone else for having a Bachelor’s degree, you have succeeded in moving through standardised post-secondary education. This is part of the reason why disabled people are systematically barred from education, because disability accommodations require a break from this standardised format, and that means disabled people are framed as lazy cheaters who “get more time and help than everyone else.” If an AI can spit out a C+ undergraduate essay, that of course threatens your sense of superiority, and we can’t have that, can we?

[gynandromorph]

another little nofna style emulation comic i drew a bit ago that was primarily about why something can "look like words" when it isn't... it is possibly Legend's first time considering the involuntary nature of reading words. she can rationally know that she isn't looking at writing, but her mind continues to see words that she must try to decipher.

the comic ended up getting side-tracked, but i kind of just let these comics go where they go. it is the nofna spirit.

PS and Legend have probably only spoken several times at this point, as classmates. in my head, this is their first season of classes, and they have only just recently proceeded from practicing handwriting and making letters to writing out spoken word.

i imagine that letters and writing are not intuitive at all to people who haven't grown up with it. Legend knew how to read well before entering school. PS has not really internalized that letters represent sounds. she has seen her teacher or classmates speak words as they're writing lines, and later, other people can tell the words that were spoken while writing the lines. her penmanship is naturally excellent, and prior to this module, she was praised by her teacher lavishly.

i imagine that because MOST RODENTS become markscrafts, and rodents tend to be rather... prolific... in number. that classes for this profession would be fucking huge.

the teacher cannot individually dedicate attention to every struggling student, so the first practice is to pair two struggling students together who seem like they compensate each others' shortcomings and see if they can rehabilitate their grades together.

if students continue to fail despite peer review, that is probably the time where a teacher would talk to them privately or recommend a tutor, etc.

the classes also function by a "revise and resubmit" principle over an "extra credit" principle as it is the most direct way for students to figure out what they did wrong and the least amount of extra work for the professor.

their professor is a mouse; a tried to write the grade print small (called "mouseprint" in the canon).

PS's language here is very rough and strange; i imagine she has, at the VERY most, been exposed to common for only a year. she is maybe ~15-16 in age, psychologically. ever since i made her as a character, i assumed one of her core traits was a low drive to do work. she became a markscraft SPECIFICALLY because she did not want to put in the work to earn prestige or more credit. she picked the easiest possible career for her.

as a younger mind, and only recently introduced to the idea that she has to perform labor or GTFO society, her dislike of work is very obvious and she is not reserved about sharing it. she came from a life where she could volunteer to do small tricks for high value treats if she felt like it, and this life is comparatively brutal and demanding in her mind.

Legend's corsage is red star (Rhodohypoxis baurii) and PS's Leaf is a leaf from a large pineapple lily.

Legend is, conversely, probably 18-20 psychologically. idk, the ages are very weird with these animals. i've imagined her parents as highly Civilized people like XX's mother, but a little less strict. while many citizens of society hate wild people (presumably because many of them are serial killers who might serial kill them), not all of them do (example: nutsedge, who sympathizes with a Wild Hawk killing her classmates), and i imagined Legend's parents impressing into her rather strongly that she did not earn being born into a well-off family and physically gifted species.

of course, this didn't stop her from forming a superiority complex towards rodents anyway-- but, i think she's tolerating a significant amount of Weirdness from PS here that she extremely would not tolerate from someone she didn't assume was wild-integrating-into-society, from the constant touching, to the rude openness, the disdain for work ethic, the odd language usage, and the outfit that's essentially showing up to the study session in pasties and booty shorts.

it seems that in these stories, the animals attain a "fluent" level of speech in common relatively quickly (emancipation, secretary), somewhat influenced by natural talent; i think PS has a brute force spaghetti-against-the-wall approach that lets her just mimic as many phrases that she thinks are novel as possible. usually this is an option only available to toddlers who lack the self-awareness to feel embarrassment about constant awkward linguistic mistakes, but PS also has no cultural priming to be embarrassed of the behavior. you can see her parroting various things she's heard, such as "sooo much" as an emphasis phrase, and even "essentially" after Legend says it in passing. other more abstract phrases such as "with credit" or "okay" i imagine she knows simply by being exposed to them over and over again.

when the two get into deeper levels of literacy and markscraft classes, i imagine that Legend's knowledge of grammar and Big Words in general, combined with an ability to verbally express usually unwritten rules in the language, helped propel PS to a level of fluency that has her speaking like she was raised with it 99% of the time.

[dinarosie]

What are your thoughts on Lily? I think she recieves too much hate. I get that she’s a flawed character but the way people are discussing her is like she’s a complete bitch and has been thhrougout her friendship with Sev, which I don’t agree on.

Thank you for asking this question. I had written a long meta about the relationship and friendship between Severus and Lily, but it became so lengthy that I wasn’t sure how to post it. Now, I've separated the parts that focus more on Lily’s character and written them here.(Yes, it's still long but it's shareable now)

I enjoy Snily fanfics and absolutely love Lily’s characterization in them, but I have different feelings about canon Lily. I’m not anti-Lily, but I don't think she holds any significant moral superiority or special virtues compared to other characters in the books.

Most of what we know about Lily comes from when she was 15. Yes, it’s admirable that she sacrificed her life at 21 to save her child, but that doesn’t necessarily say much about her character. Many mothers of any age and from any part of the world would do the same for their children. We don’t know how much she matured or grew as a person. We don’t know if she was satisfied with the choices she made as a teenager or what her feelings toward Severus were in her final days. That’s why I base my judgments on 15-year-old Lily.

I see her as a warm, charming, and somewhat immature girl who, coincidentally, really enjoys positive attention (though not to the extent that James does).She tries to be kind to everyone to be liked, yet feels that other girls don’t really like her and are envious. Unlike her son, she doesn’t have a complex moral code, she tends to see the world in black and white like her sister Petunia. To her, you’re either on her side and therefore her friend, or you’re against her and her enemy. She’s the type of person who can easily attract people at first glance but struggles to form deeper, more meaningful connections with them.

I think part of the reason people dislike her is that they see her as more than what she is and have high expectations of her. Fanon often portrays Lily as a girl from a high-status, wealthy family, a feminist, strong, and independent woman, which makes people expect her to have been able to solve many of the issues she faced. However, in canon, she clearly doesn’t have any of these traits. We don’t even know if her family was rich or poor, but since she lived near Snape, it doesn’t seem like there was much of a class difference between their families.

Yes, canon Lily is lively, smart, and kind, and she gets good grades, but that’s different from being ambitious, powerful, or having feminist or progressive views.

Lily marries and has a child immediately after finishing school, before she truly reaches intellectual and emotional maturity. In canon, we don’t see her play a significant role in the war, undertake any special missions for the Order, or even hold a notable job or career before having Harry. She fits more into the traditional role of a wife and homemaker. I think if she had survived and the war ended, she would have lived a life very similar to Molly Weasley (though not with as many children). She’d be a loving wife and warm mother. Of course, she would likely spoil her child more than Molly does, letting him off the hook easily. Like Petunia, she would overlook her child’s mistakes unless it involved dark magic.

I understand that most people in the wizarding world marry young, but we have characters like Minerva McGonagall, who remains independent, even refusing to change her surname after marriage. In Fantastic Beasts, we see women who, despite the war, maintain their roles as strong, independent individuals whose identities aren’t solely tied to being someone’s wife or mother. So, Lily isn’t an exceptional character in this regard. She’s more like the average woman of her time. When we view her as a very average woman, rather than the amazing, powerful, modern figure seen in fanfics, her behavior becomes much easier to understand.

As for her marriage, I can imagine what was going through her mind: everything with James Potter was easier, simpler, and more stable because, from birth, everything was handed to him. He doesn’t need to work hard for happiness or a future, as his high social status and vast family wealth are guaranteed. He probably promised Lily a successful marriage and a sweet and happy family, perhaps even on their first date, filling her with hope for what was to come. It’s only natural that a teenage girl like Lily, who sees the world in black and white and has a fragile social standing in the wizarding world, would quickly decide that marrying someone like James Potter — who is at the pinnacle of her moral scale ( he doesn’t use dark magic) — was the best choice for her future. This pattern of marriage reminds me of Petunia. She marries her boss, who is also much older than her because he can give her the stable, normal life she dreams of, with a secure income.

Sometimes I think the way Lily chose James and how Snape chose Voldemort are similar. Both were teenagers who made these decisions to secure their place in the wizarding world and cover their insecurities. Lily is fortunate to have an easier life than Severus, and as a woman, she can rely on the support of a wealthy and pure blood man. Snape, on the other hand, didn’t have Lily’s privileges. He had to work hard to secure his place, offering his life and loyalty to Voldemort, who promises him acceptance, security, and protection in return.

I also disagree with the idea that Lily is responsible for all of Snape’s problems or that if she had stayed friends with Severus, he wouldn’t have joined Voldemort:

Snape’s life was far more complicated and difficult for Lily’s presence to magically fix everything. Rowling says Snape sought acceptance, security, and peace. Clearly, Lily couldn’t provide those things for him (after all, she was just 15). Snape needed a strong, father-figure type of support at that age. Teenage Snape, contrary to those who want to portray him as obsessed with Lily, had a proud and independent personality. He didn’t base his entire life around Lily’s presence or absence. Yes, he apologized for his mistake, but when Lily threatened to leave him, he didn’t make any effort to change his circumstances. That’s why I don’t believe the people who say Snape only switched sides because of an obsession with Lily. His love for her lit the path for him later in life, but it was Snape who gave that love the power to guide him and help him grow.

[ihaveathingforwomen]

Mock Trial - Professor AU

Professor!Alex Cabot x Fellow!Casey Novak

Chapter 1 - Masterlist

Word Count: 3k

Summary: Casey Novak is a star pupil and aims to assist one of her favorite professors. Fortunately, Professor Cabot wants to assist her as well.

A/N: I hope ya'll like angst. (Don't worry, it leads to some great smut) Lots of longing and yearning. Mutual yet unprofessed love, of course.

Casey Novak is on her way to becoming top of her class at the University of Oregon School of Law, as is apparent by her grades, her final internship, and her connections. To top it all off, her friends finally convinced her to interview to be a fellow. The interview took place at the end of her second year, and she breezed through it with confidence and grace. Over the summer though, she found herself feeling nervous about the results, though she couldn’t place whether it was anxiety or excitement. She learned that, as a fellow, she would be assigned to a specific professor and one of that professor’s courses. From there, she would assist younger students by guiding them through topics and the professor’s preferences, and she would also help the professor by grading some assignments. Outwardly, she pretended to not care about what professor she was assigned to, but internally, she knew exactly which professor she longed for. 

Her favorite professor used to work for the District Attorney’s office in Portland, where Casey took the opportunity to intern during her last summer before completing law school. The entire time, she found herself hoping to see Professor Cabot around every corner. Most of her superiors in the office remembered her fondly, often reminiscing about her time there and wishing she hadn’t left. This gave Casey all the hope she needed to keep daydreaming about seeing her while assisting with casework. 

The spring of her first year, Casey was fortunate enough to take Alex Cabot’s Criminal Law course. Every concept seemed to click for her, despite her being minutely distracted by the professor’s beauty. Then, in the fall of her second year, she was able to take her Evidence with Professor Cabot. Again, she received the top grade, but not without help. Of course she had the fellows for the courses, but she also started to make a point to meet with the professor to discuss the more complex topics. During these meetings, she felt as though she’d formed a genuine connection with the professor. Her sensible mind knew that their meetings were always strictly professional, but the yearning part of her had hoped that the tension she felt around the professor was mutual. 

Now, a week before her final year begins, Casey takes her time prepping her bag before her pre-semester class. While packing, her computer pings. She pauses and turns to look at the screen, only to find it’s an email with the results of her interview. Everything in her hands landed on her bed as she flung herself at her computer, clicking the email with precision. 

Her eyes scanned the words before her and she rolled her eyes. Leaning back in her desk chair, she rested her forearms on her forehead in frustration. “You’ve gotta be kidding me,” she whispered into the quiet air of her bedroom. The results were simultaneously relieving and sickening. She was, in fact, chosen to be a fellow for Criminal Law and Evidence courses, but the email did not inform her what professor. Disappointed and antsy, she closed out of her email and went back to preparing for her class that evening. Despite her disappointment in not knowing, she knew that she wouldn’t be without her favorite professor. 

She decided to take this pre-semester class last minute when she found out that Professor Cabot was the one teaching it. In the back of her mind, Casey already knew that she was going to make a point to meet with the professor as often as she could manage. Even if their interactions were strictly professional, Casey knew that Alex Cabot would be a great connection to have. During her internship, Casey had learned that Alex (she still feels sinful for calling the professor by her first name, even if only in her mind) has family in New York City. Her family is involved in the legal system and politics there and could make for a beneficial web of connections outside of Oregon, as Casey had always dreamed of moving East. 

Casey’s walk to class was filled with thoughts of her professor. She tries (and fails) to withhold the excitement she feels about telling her professor about her time at the District Attorney’s office, how she was planning on applying to the Manhattan DA’s office, how she was going to be a fellow… As Casey approaches the door to the classroom, she takes a deep breath to steady herself. She hadn’t realized it, but her heart had started to race and her core felt warm. Normally a nice feeling, her nervous nature made her stomach ache. Taking these few moments to relax, she couldn’t help the daydreams that came to her rescue. 

As she stood at the large windows along the hall, allowing her to stare at the city below, she pictured the blonde woman standing next to her. As she quietly stood, she would rub her hand down Casey’s back and reassure her about her upcoming courses. Casey closed her eyes for a moment in thought, focusing on her breathing. In doing so, she realized that her daydream was becoming quite realistic as she felt faint pressure on her lower back. No, she thought, this is real. Who the fuck? 

Casey turned around and when she saw the figure beside her, she nearly lept out of the window. 

“Oh my god, you scared the shit out of me,” she said, exhaling the stabling breaths she’d been taking. She immediately regretted her choice of words. 

The blonde before her smiled, “Sorry,” she chuckled. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” 

The professor smiled and slowly removed her hand. Keeping her gaze focused on Casey's features, she couldn’t help but admire them. “It’s fine,” the student muttered with a smile. 

Casey caught Alex’s eyes and held them for a moment, tension-filled silence shared between them. Alex finally diverted her eyes and swallowed the lump in her throat, “I also wanted to see if we could talk after class today?” 

Casey, unaware that Alex’s cheeks turned a light pink upon asking, felt a shiver down her spine and her mouth dry up. She blinked, glancing out of the window and then back to the classroom door, anxiously shifting on her feet. “Yes, absolutely.” 

Alex grinned again, appreciating Casey’s nervousness. While she secretly hoped that Casey was nervous because she liked her, she realized it was likely because she thought she was in trouble. Quickly, Alex elected to reassure her, “it’s nothing bad, I promise.” She paused, trying her damnedest not to stare into the redhead’s green eyes, “it’s about your fellowship.” 

Casey’s knuckles were white as they gripped the railing in front of the window. She nodded, trying to act cool but noticing every bead of sweat on her body as it escaped. “Oh, okay. Yeah,” she was starting to stutter, “that sounds good.” 

To diffuse the tension, Alex checked the watch on her wrist and tilted her head towards the classroom. “Lead the way,” she directed. Her star pupil took direction well and as she passed in front of her, Alex couldn’t help but put her hand on her back again. As they crossed the threshold, she removed her hand and went straight to the podium. While setting up the lecture, she silently hoped that no other students saw where her hand had been. At the forefront of her mind, she constantly berated herself for being so infatuated with a student and for letting it happen. The demon on her shoulder, though, reassured her that Casey is a full-blown adult and could make her own decisions. Furthermore, the demon continued, the advances are not manipulative and the interactions are mutual. Casey had made many attempts to meet with Alex, supposedly under the guise of discussing academics, but their conversations often ventured into personal matters. 

The angel on her other shoulder, sorely disliked by Alex most of the time, advocated for the ethical dilemma of becoming involved with a student, regardless of age. For some time, the angel had been winning the argument, pleading with Alex to not jeopardize not only her job, but also her career as a whole. This summer, however, Alex couldn’t help the fantasies that passed through her mind. Not all of them were sexual, of course, some were mere yearning for company. Now, having found out shortly before class time that her request had gone through, she couldn’t help but daydream about experiencing Casey’s playful banter, her genuine conversation and concern, and her presence on a consistent basis for the academic year to come. 

The lecture seemed to get longer each time Casey glanced at the clock on the wall, just above her professor. Fortunately, the content was intriguing and Casey was glad to be learning it. However, it could not hold her attention for long in comparison to the sight before her and the nervous thoughts at the front of her mind. Had the interview actually gone poorly and the other faculty sent Cabot to deliver the news? Was Cabot going to inform her that the professor she’d be fellowing for was not herself? Or, was she fellowing for Cabot but the professor felt that Casey would need extra guidance? 

While the anxious bot in her brain droned on, the deviant in the back of her bran ran rampant. Each time she caught herself staring at the professor’s jaw line, or her fingers, or her skirt, she would force herself to look down at her notes and copy every word on the slide before her. While doing so muddled her actual notes about the content, it kept her eyes from wandering and potentially making the professor uncomfortable. Her brain wrote the words without intention so that it could create visions in Casey’s mind’s eye; she envisioned her meeting with the professor afterwards, waiting for everyone to leave the room and then placing her hands on her hips and professing her attraction. 

The speaking finally stopped and all anyone could hear was pens on paper, the clacking of computer keys, and the turning of pages. Casey glanced up from her notebook to find the professor scanning the room and looking down. “I think it’s time for dinner,” Alex stated and the attention of her pupils was promptly redirected. She glanced at the clock behind her and turned around, “the readings for the week are in your syllabus, be sure to have your case outlines prepared for tomorrow. We’ll be discussing the facts and developing potential resolutions.” She gave a curt nod to the rows in front of her, “see you tomorrow, thank you.” Turning her back on the class, a chorus of papers and zippers began.

She, too, gathered her things and turned back to search the crowd of students for her favorite one. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the redhead reach the landing and walk towards her, eyes glimmering as she smiled. Alex was oblivious to it, but Casey was painfully aware of how her hands tremor as she approached. 

“You ready?” Alex asked her plainly, her thin red lips smiling sweetly at Casey. 

If Casey had no self-control she would have swooned. “Yes,” she answered. She anticipated that Alex would just talk to her there, but instead, Alex started to lead them out of the room. Casey’s heart beat faster somehow as they made their way down the hall and to the elevator in silence. 

When they reach the elevator, Alex presses the button for them and then glances over her shoulder to look at the younger woman beside her. Casey, fighting the tension, kept her eyes straight ahead. Alex did the same, her inner monologue trying to gaslight her into believing she wasn’t that attracted to her. The elevator didn’t take long, both of them silently thanking the universe, and dinged at her floor. Alex exited first and went straight to her office, unlocking it and waving Casey inside. 

“You can close it,” she instructed Casey as she set down her belongings. The office was one of the few tidy ones, as most professors didn’t have time to organize their files upon returning to the office, electing to set them on their desk instead. 

Casey, whose cheeks were now bright red and burning, making her almost nauseous, slowly shut the door, clicking it closed. She took slow steps towards the chair in front of Alex’s desk, waiting for further instruction. 

Alex looked up, her eyes moving up and down as she observed Casey’s nerves. She chuffed, “You can sit,” she nodded at the chair. Casey took her seat as instructed and watched as Alex moved around her office, simultaneously putting things away and getting things out. “I’m sorry,” she stated, startling Casey from her observation. 

“Why?” she asked, tilting her head to the side as Alex set down a collection of files. Alex took a stance, sitting on top of the desk, her legs loosely crossed. Against her self-control, Casey’s eyes traveled down the professor’s body, lingering on her bare legs. 

Alex grinned, noting the subtle action and saving it for later in the back of her mind. “For making you nervous. It really isn’t anything bad,” she tried to reassure, looking down on the woman before her. 

Casey leaned back in the chair and crossed one leg over top of the other, trying her best to appear nonchalant. “Well,” she let her eyes search the floor, “what is it?” 

Her eyes returned to her professor’s expression, who smiled, a sweet glint in her eye. She clicked her tongue as she opened her mouth to speak, “you’re going to be my fellow. I asked if I could tell you myself.” 

Casey tried but couldn’t hide the way her face lit up. “That’s awesome,” she said awkwardly, her hand running through her hair. “I had hoped I would be your fellow.” 

Alex took her bottom lip between her teeth for a second, trying to push down the giddiness that rose in response to Casey’s comment. “When I found out that you interviewed, I requested you.” 

Casey felt her stomach flip excitedly. She knows her cheeks are giving away her feelings. “Really?” 

Alex nodded, happily, her hands wandering to the stack of files. “I also wanted to talk to you because I wanted to get a feel for where you’re at with the topics. I know you took the courses a while ago.”

Casey raised her head, starting to nod, and suddenly feeling self-conscious. “I think I feel pretty good about them. I think I feel ready,” she told her professor, hoping for quick reassurance. 

“Are you?” Alex asked, intending for it to sound like pride. The subtle ways Casey’s face fell indicated that it was not received that way. “You did really well in both courses, so I have no doubts you understand the content.” She tried desperately to build Casey back up as the girl’s green eyes wandered around the room. “But, I pulled these files together to help refresh your memory on some things and to give you some tips for guiding them.” 

Alex’s cheeks reddened and her chest tightened. She hadn’t intended to hurt Casey’s feelings, but she couldn’t take it back now. She handed Casey the stack of files, which she took graciously and started flipping through them. As Casey studied them, her strawberry blonde hair fell around her face, making her push the strands behind her ear mindfully. Alex felt the impulse rise in her chest and fought to ignore it. 

Her fighting was for nothing, “I was wondering if you’d like to discuss it over drinks?” In her mind’s eye she smacked herself, shook her head, and vomited. 

Casey’s lips turned up into a smile, one of disbelief. She wasn’t sure she’d heard what she thought she did. “What?” She asked, her shoulders tensing as she closed the files and watched Alex closely. 

Alex swallowed the lump in her throat and held her composure as much as possible. She removed herself from the desk and walked around to sit behind it. Now, across from Casey and at eye level, she noticed Casey’s cheeks slowly return back to their sweet ivory, peppered with freckles. “I mean, after you go over the files of course. We could get coffee, alcohol…” her breath caught in her throat as she thought, “other drinks.” A nervous laugh made its way out of her throat. 

Casey’s tongue darted over her bottom lip and pulled it between her teeth, the smile pulling to her cheeks. Her mind screamed as she realized that ‘professional matters only’ was becoming a thing of the past. Now, the genuine connection she’d thought they had was coming to light as reality. “I would love to. Coffee is always a great option,” she answers, her chest fluttering. 

Alex released the breath she’d been holding, “great.” A deep replacement breath while her eyes were trained on Casey’s lips. “Tomorrow morning?” 

Casey nodded, “that sounds perfect, Professor.” In that moment, uttering the word ‘professor’ felt almost like a tease. Her mind swam with fantasies, as it had done earlier, but now they felt possible. She stood and gathered her things, taking the files in her arm. She started to leave, but turned with a question, “what time?” 

Her tone was almost sheepish but it got Alex’s attention. Alex stood and made her way to her student, a sticky note in hand. She shrugged, her confidence in her role returning. “How about ten?” Casey nodded, her eyes staring at the sticky note in her professor’s hands. “Here,” she stuck it on the top of the files. “My number, you’ll need it for questions about the class you’re helping. Text me and I’ll send you the address for coffee tomorrow.” 

Casey felt overwhelmed, unable to process the gravity of the gift. She nodded, “Okay, will do. Thank you,” she looked her professor in the eyes, her gaze only lingering on her lips for a moment. 

“No, thank you. I know I’ll appreciate your help this year.” 

“Of course,” Casey responded sheepishly. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

Alex felt a ping of sadness as Casey opened the door to her office, “see you tomorrow, Novak.” 

[caernys]

i only dream (when i'm lying down)

relationship: spencer reid x reader, romantic pairing (part one)

summary: you're an agent of the violent crimes division of the fbi and you’ve fallen in love with spencer reid.

notes: part two! also posted on my AO3 account, kitkat_katsuki

warnings: vague mention of dead body (the shooter) and mild use of firearms

part one -> part two

you don’t shake hands. it’s a thing you’ve had since childhood— an aversion to touch and skin to skin contact. it’s stupid, you know, but everytime you go to peel off your gloves another statistic goes clicking through your head (a study conducted by researches at the institute of biological, environmental and rural sciences at aberystwyth university showed that a handshake passed about 124 million colony forming units of e-coli) and you’re pulling back your palm to wipe nervously on the hem of your shirt.

it’s been interpreted a lot of ways. a sense of superiority, some propose. others spit about a god complex, or just a plain old lack of basic etiquette. it doesn’t help that immediately after you’re proudly introduced as a “genius” by your ssa, left to stand there awkwardly while stevens brags about your iq (192), how fast you can read (30,000 words per minute), or your photographic memory (eidetic, you’re always itching to correct).

but you’re used to it. before your mother passed, she used to pull you tight at night and work her hands into your neck, whispering about how you were perfect just the way you were. it wasn’t your fault people got threatened when confronted with someone they perceived to be above them. it didn’t stop the harsh, barbed words that would always be hurled at you, but it did soften the blow.

your mother had always said you were meant for greater things than your dinged up apartment in la and your run down elementary school. she’d urged you time and time again to go where your brilliant mind was taking you, but you always turned her down. just because you could memorize a dictionary in seven minutes didn’t mean you couldn’t enjoy the fifth grade.

when she got stabbed for refusing to give over her purse in a mugging (and subsequently bled out over the dirty pavement, screaming and alone) you cried for the first time in years. you’d never been one to cry— your father had beat it into you long ago before your mother had managed to whisk you away half across the country. you gave yourself forty eight hours. then you dried your cheeks and took a placement test.

the administrator had been shocked, at first. you knew you had aced it. it hadn’t been that hard. when she had told you with slightly shaking hands that she recommended skipping you all the way to highschool (college was on the table too, she said, but you just shook your head. that was a bit too far of a jump). she enrolled you into your senior year of highschool, and you had rocked back on your heels with a satisfied grin. it was a tribute to your mother, you told yourself. one day you were going to stand at the top of the world and you were going to be able to tell her that you had let your brilliant mind take you all the places she had told you about. (of course, she hadn’t mentioned some things.)

you got thrown into a locker the first day of school. they were seventeen, going on eighteen— you were eleven. as smart as you were, it wasn’t hard to put together the conclusion that harassment like this was always going to be inevitable. unavoidable.

you’d swing by the drug store on the way back from school, buy a tiny tube of concealer to dab on in the denny’s bathroom before heading back to the “flavor of the month” foster home. you got bounced around a lot. couldn’t blame them.

you were three months into your senior year when you met austin. she was pretty. long, auburn hair and natural make up. high cheekbones and sharp, angular lines that made up her face. she told you she had lost her parents young, and she fostered to give other kids the childhood she never had. you didn’t trust her. you never trusted anyone.

she was, surprisingly, the first one who finally got a clue. it doesn’t match your skin tone, she’d told you, rubbing the concealer off your face with a wet rag. you didn’t flinch away from her touch and she smiled all soft at you. she was alright, you guess.

austin offered to step in. she might not be your actual parent, she had vowed, but she could make hell in the school system until those kids were reprimanded. you had laughed, assured her it was fine. it wasn’t, but this was one of those things you had to deal with yourself.

she’d been frustrated, but understood. after a couple more days of you coming back a little rough around the edges, though, she had snapped— and offered to teach you how to fight. you had accepted. seemed like a valuable skill to have, didn't it?

austin owned a gym a twenty minute drive from your house. the mats in there quickly became a safe space for you, a shelter of training and quiet and peace. you took to taekwondo immediately, transitioning from there into hapkido and jiu-jitsu, muay thai and just about anything else you could get your hands on. your frame began to fill in with wiry muscle and you began to catch the punches before they hit you.

after you beat harry summers into a bloody pulp by the water fountain after he tried to reach a hand up your skirt, people began to back off. you’d been suspended for five weeks but austin had squeezed your shoulder proudly on the way to the car. you’d let her. she would adopt you five months, three days, four hours and thirty two seconds later. (an eidetic memory did have its perks.)

the fbi recruited you when you were fifteen and at mit, hacking their servers on a drunk dare. you had done it after eight shots, and they had never been more delighted to their code so mercilessly destroyed.

they couldn’t take you on as an agent until you were of age, so you stayed a shadowed consultant for the three years, sorting through case files between lectures and research papers.

you signed away your life to them when you were eighteen and got a badge and a gun in exchange. it was an even trade, you mused. (the first time you would fire that gun you were quivering and bloody, beaten and scratched, but your hands were steady when you pulled the trigger. grayson davids, a serial murderer, died that day. when you got to hug a mother and tell her the man who had taken her daughter would never hurt anyone again, you found that you didn’t regret it.)

austin would always force you home on weekends. she’d moved to dc to be closer to you, and you would spar for old times sake in the living room, tackling each other over pillows and chasing around the kitchen counter. you found that you loved her, one rainy saturday when you were 19. you called her mom for the first time a week later, and you both cried.

you met penelope garcia at a party and you were instantly enraptured. technology seemed to bow to her will and you’d spent the entire night together, drinking and laughing and dancing. you kissed her in the bathroom and she’d sighed all pretty, leaning forward to snake a hand around your neck. 

you’d left the party happy and floating for the first time in years. (though you loved penelope to pieces, you two had parted as friends that night.)

she’d often call you with questions or invite you over with movie nights, though you’d always end up bent over a computer with her, nudging each other and laughing as your fingers flew over the keys. she never asked about your job. you never asked about hers. it was widely understood that penelope garcia’s house was a serial-killer free space. 

at least, it had been until she’d gotten shot on the steps of her apartment. you’d gotten a call from her late the next day, and you had flown into a nervous panic. you couldn’t lose her– couldn’t bare to lose anyone ever again. at the hospital, she’d held your hands and cried into your arms, and assured you that there would be police outside of her house. you had dismissed that, offered to stay over, but apparently a member of the fbi had already beat you to it.

you’d asked her if she trusted him. she’d responded, “with my life.”

so you had relented. gone home, took your phone off of silent, set it right next to your bed. she didn’t call, so you assumed everything was alright. (it wasn’t).

the next day you swung by her office with a jar of peanut butter cookies to leave on her desk. she loved them, and you’d figured it was a nice thing to come back to.

instead you found a police officer with a gun pressed to the temple of an fbi agent, and two men from penelope’s team standing in front of him, hands raised. you recognized him from a sketch an artist had made penelope complete the other day at the hospital. you shot him in the back of the head, bullet shattering the glass.

the room was silent. the man was dead. your hands, as always, were steady.

(you would meet spencer reid exactly twenty five minutes and thirteen seconds later.)

[magnetarbeam]

Star Wars Technical Worldbuilding Notes 4

The Malevolence's ion web thing is a mystery in terms of what it was actually supposed to do. That ship didn't accomplish anything any other warship its size couldn't. If anything, it's a waste of energy because of how much of the web just travels past a target that's hit.

All I've really been able to come up with for how that weapon might be uniquely useful is against planetary shields. It'd have to be attached to a much bigger ship, but theoretically if you put enough power into that, you could take down the shielding across an entire hemisphere in a single shot. Still a very energy-intensive novelty weapon at best - the standard doctrine of a concentrated barrage to form a local breach and landing ground forces through the breach exists for a reason - but I can see it coming in handy against a layout of ground defenses that planned on an attacking fleet being able to breach the shield at only a few specific points.

Headcanonically, conventionally armed Subjugator-class variants did end up as the main CIS line cruiser for the rest of that war, because it's also just a better design for a warship. I admittedly have yet to do proper volume calcs for either of them, but no matter how many reactors and cannons and military-grade power conduits you can fit in a Lucrehulk, the firing arcs are still abysmal in comparison.

Fortifications on planets can inherently be much higher-powered than ships, because there's much more space for reactors and neutrino radiator banks and shield generators. The limit on the fuel capacity of ships is the mass of hypermatter, which is also of no concern to a planet.

Ecumenopolis worlds would be the hardest to take, and would probably require specialized tactics, because the amount of territory you have to cover is a matter of volume and not just surface area.

Shields should be present on all planets with access to galactic standard technology. Not necessarily shields that can stand up to a turbolaser bombardment, but they need to at least stop asteroids.

The relative prominence of Mon Calamari compared to Kuat in New Republic and then Galactic Alliance warship construction is something I wonder about sometimes.

Kuat, of course, has their giant fucking system ring and stuff, and is historically the dominant starship manufacturer. But I wonder if the political prominence of Mon Calamari due to their contributions from the Rebellion onward might lead to them getting more new contracts.

Come to think of it, I like the thought of whatever corporate entity probably handles the Mon Cal yards having subsidiary facilities specifically on other ocean planets.

Or maybe the Mon Cal yards are just completely nationalized. I can kinda see the Galactic Alliance, at least, wanting at least one major shipyard to be under their direct control, to limit potential interference from corrupt corporate executives. I don't think I've ever heard anything explicitly contradicting that.

Anything you might hear about pre-Endor Mon Cal designs, which are converted civilian stuff, being superior to their purpose-built Imperial warship counterparts is pure bullshit, for, I'd think, obvious reasons.

Realistically, I do think the New Republic would have started to show original purpose-built warship designs earlier than we see, and as I've talked about before, that's the niche that I headcanonically have brought in the Starhawk for (minus the super-tractor-beam thing, because I think it's dumb as shit). I've also thought of moving the introduction of the MC90 design generation a couple years earlier, like maybe 8 ABY, for similar reasons.

I think the Starhawk Mark II only exists in disney canon because of the stats in Armada, but I can maybe extrapolate it in here as a successor that the NR came up for the sake of quickly coming up with something to pay KDY for after they took the planet, to keep the company happy.

U-Wings also exist in my headcanon because I just like them, and a random piece of worldbuilding I've devised about it is that they're technically organized as NR/GA Marine Corps assets.

The way I understand it, the general basis for the NR and GA naval structure - four to nine numbered fleets at any given time, and most major engagements involve at least one of those being committed in full - comes from stuff set up in Black Fleet Crisis, where the new Fifth Fleet is the centerpiece of the plot and stuff. Some of the reference books elaborated on that in earlier periods, laying out some of the movements and positions of the First through Fourth in the first two years or so after Endor - but it's not as widespread as a point of reference in most of the New Republic-era books. I'd be pretty curious to learn what fleet Han's anti-Zsinj task force was drawn from, for example.

[mayocs-dumpster]

BACKSTORY

[ JJD is an undiagnosed psychopath, and such condition caused her to grow unhappy despite having a nice and stable life. Her parents were nice people, she had good friends, lovers, and nice grades, but everything was simply way too boring. She had to mask during a long part of her life, pretending to form genuine connections and have 'normal fun' like everyone else, when in reality she did not. Consequently it developed into something more serious, being it depression. She did not had a proper reason to live, since the world was seemingly so 'blank'. ]

[ In highschool however, she then accidentally witnessed a random bully pestering another student with a friend by tickling him, apparently knowing that they hated it. It caught JJD's attention more than it should, and instead of snitching on him, stayed there and watched everything in interest. At some point, the boy noticed her presence along with her 'big curious eyes', and invited her to join. ]

[ This boy was Teivel, a sadistic psychopath who, unlike JJD, did not tried to fit into the norms and avoided the 'terrible boredom' by bullying others. She refused the offer at first, knowing what it would turn into, but then gave in onto her own thoughts and searched for him later on. Teivel did not expect that she was more into the factor of tickling rather than the pain itself, and even called her a freak for it, but his offenses never seemed to go through her skin. ]

[ As their friendship grows, Teivel keeps trying to convince her to act just like him, saying how they are superior to 'normal people' and that they don't deserve the respect she gives. It sort of worked, as she know joined him when he wanted to repeat the same scene from when they met. ]

[ Upon finding out what her daughter was turning into, Nadia felt utterly confused and frustrated, but was still willing to help, specially because she had a bright future ahead. Once school was over, JJD was not allowed to see Teivel ever again, but of course she did not listen. Her family thought it was solved, but it was not. JJD's obsession was also slowly starting to show as it was a frequent topic on her ideas, notes and discussions, but no one paid much attention to it. ]

[ As an adult, Jesse officially offered JJD his old lab from another town, for her to work on her projects. She visited them from time to time, but it was mostly to see Teivel rather than them, so they could have fun together. It was like this until JJD was arrested for the first time, and her family had to pay her bail to be free. ]

[ Her family was disappointed, Nadia IMMEDIATELY ordered her to stop with all of this nonsense, for her own mom, but JJD decided to be honest with her. In her logic, lying would be more harmful and immoral than saying the truth, and it was her way to be grateful for what she did. She told her about her interests, obsession, goals and how she feels about them. Jesse felt quite displeased, but Nadia straight up snapped in frustration, anger and sadness. ]

[ Since JJD 'did not care for her family', Nadia told her to stay on that 'dirty, dark lab' forever, and never come back to them again, that this is not their daughter anymore. JJD listened, leaving, and not returning. She wasn't exactly used to not hearing her mother or father's voice anymore, but she survived without it. Pretty well, infact. ]

[ As much as JJD's depression did not cure itself like this, she feels much more happier and copes more frequently with making experiments, socializing, creating, and others. She avoids at all costs to go back to that life where everything was black and white, without anything fun to live for. ]

[donnerpartyofone]

ok not to make big assumptions about you because we are strangers but i genuinely think your brain works a lot like mine, but i am the exact opposite of you i did terribly at school because i hated authority and mindless memorizing - hear me out - and got by on my intuitive understanding of stuff. But in the same way that you do i cannot understand anything that someone else tries to explain to me for the love of god i am the most unteachable person on earth. People have tried SO HARD teachers and tutors and everything but if i do not understand something myself there is not one person one earth smart enough to get me to do that. Im also really academically successful & ive gotten prizes for my creative essays, but i think the difference is that i hated *hated* authority so bad that the anger drove me to reject "mindless memorizing" as something even worth doing at all ever & only ever followed my curiosity & interests in things (the sense of excitement you described). It takes time but ultimately the degree of understanding obtained is much deeper & more satisfying than the kind generally demonstrated by people who understand what is explained to them in school settings. Im assuming a lot here & keep in mind that im just some rando but i would like to suggest that you try just following your inner curiosity & stop deffering to other people when it comes to how to understand something. Do not look for teachers, just information that you find exciting, & see the people who "get it" not as teachers who are superior to you but as your equals who just happen to have been doing it for longer. People you can talk to & who just have information you can glean. Most of all abandon conscious efforts to do school stuff. Resist impulses to be a good student & learn facts by heart or whatever. You'll remember things if they're important. Do what feels good and excites that inner curiosity you feel and don't think about grades or results or people's opinions but just the joy of understanding for your own pleasure. You can and will understand math and quantum physics if it feels good to do so, I promise you.

i really appreciate you and i have so many different reactions to this, i want to try them out. one thing that i believe really deeply is that teachers and similar authorities are very reliant on the idea that there is a correlation between following the rules, and maturity and intelligence, when the very opposite is obviously true. the reality is that kids who try things out for themselves, who determine for themselves through experience whether a rule is fair or rational or productive, and who are not afraid to be judged by others in the course of their experimentation--those kids are certainly demonstrating a lot of maturity and intelligence. i mean yes of course there are kids who don't do the work or follow the rules for less admirable reasons, but the idea that obedience and conformity are symptoms of a well-developed mind is just an oppressive myth that is especially convenient for people who work with children. and like of course i judge myself for not having those rebellious qualities like ever, but it's complicated, i was suicidally depressed as a small child and very afraid of being in trouble or disappointing people, and i honestly think that one of the reasons i got so good at memorizing things and generally operating by rote is that it turned out to be an excellent survival mechanism for navigating the world of adults.

i also believe in the direct correlation between pleasure and aptitude. i mean i'm sure there are exceptions, like you might get really great at a job you hate if your very survival depends on keeping the job or performing it safely, but in general i think you get good at what you enjoy, and that cultivating whatever forms of joy you experience can ultimately enhance your powers. but i don't believe that it necessarily WILL. i certainly know people who are bad at and/or not smart about things they love, they just don't let their shortcomings stop them from doing whatever the thing is (and therefore they lead richer lives even if they're not accomplishing anything in the traditional sense). i think i'm more in that category. all the stories i told happened to be about school probably because i'm hung up on JUDGMENT or not being competitively good at anything, but the unspoken reality is that i'm a pretty self-directed person. i tend to approach things that i care about hobbyistically, in order to pursue whatever thrill got me interested in the first place, and SOMEtimes this leads to some cool outcomes, though not always. there's a lot of different kinds of things that i love, conceptually, and i go through all the steps of learning about them, practicing them, researching them, getting advice from other people, or even having somebody else do the thing with me when all else fails, but i just cannot seem to develop any competence these things. i think i've had all the opportunity in the world to grow in different areas, but i'm just a very limited, low potential person.

anyway i hope this doesn't come off like i'm trying to convince You Personally of something, you've already been completely fair about how you're just speculating and speaking from what rationally seems like similar experiences. i do appreciate what you're trying to say here and i know that there is truth to it in general. i'm just now using this message as a prompt to work out some of the other things i think about this general topic. the one thing i guess i have going for me, although it's a double-edged sword, is that i don't quit at things. part of this is for a not-good reason, i came up in this environment where the law was that if you are perceived as "negative" or defeatist or something, then you're basically a bad person and you're not worth dealing with and any misfortune that happens to you is your own fault. and then it's like, if you fail or just don't excel at something, then THAT is a symptom of the aforementioned Bad Person problems. like in that world, if you don't succeed, it necessarily means that you didn't even try, which is a fake idea and the subject of one of my favorite social media posts of all time. but anyway, even with this bad motivation for soldiering on, i do sometimes enjoy the benefits of persistence, one of which is just the sustaining belief that maybe something good will happen later on. even though i think i've had enough negative experiences trying to do something with myself that it would be rational of me to just stop trying, the stubborn inner belief that "anything is possible" keeps me getting out of bed every morning. even if i'm not getting anywhere, at least that makes me a less burdensome person.

[raisindave]

[Chapter 3] Seeing the World Through Ballistic-Tinted Glasses

The hard water left phantoms of orange streams along the presumably beige shower tile. Most of the time, showers had to be limited to five minutes, ten if you whine about it. Nobody could tell you that you couldn’t indulge in a fifteen this time. It’ll be hard to even think of it as a fifteen-minute shower when you have to punch a button in the wall every 60 seconds to remind the plumbing that it doesn’t have permission to stop. 

Cool streams of water stream over your skin. It feels heavenly. The military isn’t famous for its luxury showers, nor is rural Russia. Every second counts, scrubbing your face and body in pace with your five-minute regular showers, permitting a tranquil ten minutes of nothing but the sensation of trickling water across your searing skin. In a way, the overzealous force of the water flowing from the faucet was more of a perk, offering a kneading massage across aching shoulders. 

One final mouthful of water left the taste of bitter pennies in your mouth, pushing aside the plastic curtain shielding you from the cooler bathroom air. Pessimism aside, the shower did a fantastic job of cooling your nerves, literally or figuratively. A quick towel dry did the trick, making the standard-issue cargo pants chafe against your skin, only reminding you of the bliss you just stepped out of. At least you got to have your own bra and underwear. That’s a luxury the higher-ups didn’t get to take from you, though the natural tradeoff of function over form meant beige and black were the sole options. Wet hair, mostly brushed, clung to the back of your black tee shirt as the bathroom door clicked shut. 

I’ll have to face them again eventually. Just rip the band-aid off and meet them again. At this point, they have every right to shun me. I’ve been nothing but a fucking nuisance. It’s just not meant to be. It’s over before it even started.

Rounding the corner leading from the so-called women’s wing, the common room hosted two of your teammates. Or so it should have been. Craning your neck to see the gym or office, still no one. Maybe what you said was so obscene that they returned to their rooms in shame, or perhaps this is your sign that you can pack up and leave. The shame swirling in your gut grew for a reason beyond your compensation. They’re still assholes, whether they're here or not. 

Just off the common room, a flash of movement passed over the circular window on the kitchen door. A deep sigh and you crossed the distance to press your fingertips on the swinging door. Soap and Gaz were under the sterile fluorescent lighting of a 1970s military-issue standard kitchen. Your appearance halted them in the middle of their conversation. The kitchen was a wreak, open sainted wood cabinets revealing shelves that had clearly been rummaged through.

“Hey,” you breathed, rolling on the balls of your feet, “Sorry for freaking out, heh.”  

“Yeah, Laswell gave us an earful, but even before that, that’s pretty shitty.” Gaz rested against the linoleum countertop, folding his arms over his ‘SAS’ tee shirt, “She’s got us-”

“I hope ye’ like fuckin’ birthday cake,” Soap interrupted through a slanted grin, doubled over a mixing bowl. 

The scene of the kitchen became crystal clear; two grown men, in reality mostly just Soap, were frantically baking a boxed cake at the behest of a disgruntled superior officer. Considering the main tools to work with were tools salvaged from an abandoned bunker, paired with basic MRE equipment. Restaurant-grade single-use butter containers littered the countertops, clearly a last-ditch attempt to make up for the oil requirement. Gaz was trying to dissect a MRE trail mix pack, separating M&M’s from nuts and raisins. 

“Don’t sweat it. Getting chirped at is just part of the fun… I’ll consider it water under the bridge if I can return the favour back at you.” 

Soap looked up from his whisking as if he’d taken some grave offence.

“Of course, you can. Are you fucking kidding me?” 

“Not gonna’ lie, when you talked to us earlier, I was scared shitless. Bloody hell , I thought Canadians were supposed to be nice!” Gaz added, scratching at his stubble. 

“Are you ready for this?” he fumbled with the lid of the vanilla extract bottle that had probably been there since the Cold War. “Y’a ready? This is what I like to call the Scottish Touch,” proceeding to deposit a glugging dump of vanilla extract, eliciting a shout from Gaz.

You gave Gaz a raised eyebrow, reaching for and flipping over the boxed cake mix to reveal the instructions, clearly disregarded. It didn’t even call for vanilla. Suddenly, you felt less ashamed of being incompetent while rucking. 

“Aye,” Soap swiped the box from your fingers, “it's gonna be the best cake you ever had, better than mom used to make. And you’re gonna fucking like it.”

—

The cake was a sight to behold. It had finesse in the weirdest locations, delicately displaying evident incompetence. A lumpy, watery topping was the obvious result of applying the icing to a still-hot cake out of the oven. At the same time, there was a delicate, skillfully placed ring of M&M’s arranged in a repeating order on top. 

Standing around the kitchen counter again, Soap volunteered to begin cutting into the lumpy cake with a KA-BAR knife- which he immediately licked clean. Responding to your disgusted face as if he forgot he wasn’t the only person in the room. 

“Look, clean!” showing his knife proudly, catching Price’s gaze as he pushed open the kitchen door. 

Snatching a slice of cake onto a Folger's coffee tub lid, Soap handed you a spoon, clinking others to Gaz and Price. Gaz awkwardly adjusted the fit of his baseball cap, an obvious nervous response to Price’s attempts to hold in his laughter. 

“Sergeant, what the fuck is that,” Price bellowed. 

“No, no, no, no. Gaz, you’re in this with me. This is a team effort.”

“I want nothing to do with this cake. All I did was the decorations.”

“Excellent job on the decorations, Gaz,” Price added.

“Ya’ haven’t even tried the bloody thing yet! Go on, Lua, try your fucking spectacular cake.” Soap took special care to enunciate his words with a chef’s kiss motion with his fingertips. 

“If this kills me, I’m haunting you forever,” you spoke up, smiling widely at Soap’s agitation. 

“Shut it.” 

You lifted the bite to your lips, cautiously biting the spoon and working the flavours over your tongue. Bone dry but paradoxically greasy. Sweet, courtesy of the non-perishable vanilla cake mix, but that’s about it. Despite being below average for a shitty cake mix, at the very least, it had the delightful pillowy warmth of a freshly baked dessert. Raising your eyes to the audience of grown men patiently expecting your response, you thoroughly and teasingly smacked your lips to unveil your conviction dramatically. 

“Tastes like a fuckin’ birthday card.”

“Can’t say I’m familiar with the taste,” Price quipped, timidly placing a piece of the sweet treat into his mouth on the back of his knife. What’s with these men and their knives? 

Soap just shook his head, dunking his spoon into the entire body of the cake, correctly assuming that nobody intended to go for seconds. He, too, momentarily pondered the flavour, only to contort his face into a cringe. 

“What the fuck did you do, Gaz? It’s fucked!” spat Soap, cheeks still full of cake. 

“Me? You’re the one who said we could use water instead of milk, and you said to add all those butter packets!”

A choked laugh barked out of Price. 

“It must just be the Scottish touch ,” you quipped, grinning mischievously as you took the opportunity to slip away from the carnage that was certain to follow. 

The commotion accelerated in the kitchen as you passed through the common room. A member is missing from your cake-walk, not just Laswell, who had the excuse to stay in the commander’s suite. Another glance at the gym on your way down the hall to your room showed that, to your knowledge, Ghost was nowhere to be found. He was probably starting fires or popping beach balls. He seems like the sort. 

Sleep doesn’t come easy. Your mind is in a tortuous replay of the events of the day. Try as you might. Cold shame forbids your conscience from slipping into the rest it desperately needs.

What the fuck is wrong with me? All that drama over some banter with the rookie. I just got here, and I’m already scrapping with people. What reason do they have not to ship me back home at first light? Chuck was right; there will be no more pity parties. No more resting on my laurels.

After hours of consideration and tortuous recaps, relaxation washed over you, and you drifted into a dreamless sleep.

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[litcityblues]

Ask Chat GPT About This Movie, I Dare You

This movie had been on my 'to watch' list for a while but going in, I had no idea what to expect and by the end, I would happily say that this was the best movie that I have seen in a long, long time and it wasn't just interesting: it made some thought-provoking choices as well.

Set in 2065, ten years after an artificial intelligence detonated a nuclear warhead over Los Angeles, most of the world is at war with a collection of republics in Asia that have formed the country of New Asia. The United States and the West is intent on hunting down AI and eradicating it from the face of the globe (which struck me as almost too real but also exactly what the American response would be if AI did detonate a nuke over LA) and New Asia is resisting, still embracing AI.

The US Government is convinced that the key to ending this war is finding the mysterious Nirmata and at the beginning of the movie, US Army Sergeant Joshua Taylor (John David Washington) is undercover with his pregnant wife, Maya (Gemma Chan) who is believed to be the daughter of Nirmata. He is close to finding the truth when his superiors pull the plug, blowing his cover and sending in the North American Orbital Mobile Aerospace Command (NOMAD) to blow the place up and kill everyone. Maya is presumed dead in the aftermath and Taylor is exfiltrated.

Five years after that, Taylor is working with the ground zero clean-up crew (one of the most chilling and excellent moments is when a defunct AI comes back alive looking for the child it is supposed to be nannying- whose corpse is in the seat next to it) when he is approached by the military again- this time by Colonel Howell (Allison Janney) and General Andrews (Ralph Ineson) who has been tasked with tracking down a reported new weapon that could destroy NOMAD, the mysterious Alpha-O. They show Taylor evidence that Maya survived and he is all in for the mission.

Only when they find Alphie in a New Asia compound, it is revealed to be a young girl, who can control technology. Realizing the importance of this ability and being unable or unwilling to murder a child in cold blood, Taylor abandons Howell and goes to seek out his ex-commander, Drew. (Sturgill Simpson- yes, that Sturgill Simpson. I did a double-take as well.) An attack kills Drew's simulant girlfriend and leaves him fatally wounded and Taylor and Alphie are captured by New Asia forces led by Harun (Ken Watanabe) who is a former ally of Taylor's. He gets Taylor to Maya, who turns out to be Nirmata- Alphie is modeled after her unborn child. Maya has also been stranded-- since AI is unable to harm Nirmata (their creator), she has been on life-support and unable to die. Taylor removes her from life support.

Eventually, he and Alphie are captured again and escape to do what must be done: destroy NOMAD which changes the course of the war against AI forever.

Overall: This could have been very cringe, but turned out to be a really smart, fun science fiction movie. I loved the fact that it put America in a kind of weird, morally grey place because I think that we would absolutely start a war to eradicate AI if we thought one of them had nuked LA and I also think Americans would have a big problem being asked to murder a child in cold blood. So it's not afraid to pose interesting questions either... The cast was excellent-- I'm a big fan of Allison Janney from The West Wing and pretty much everything else she's ever been in and she was awesome in this role- really leaned into the 'bad guy' of it all-- providing another little morally grey moment where she downloads the memories of a fallen soldier/asset and gets accused of 'playing God'. I like a movie that makes you think in intelligent ways and this one fits the bill-- it kind of slots into that District 9 territory quite nicely. My Grade: **** out of ****

[seeasweetsmile]

Team Rocket fanfics ideas Part 1.

Team Rocket’s ideas – PART 2: The ship Giovanni x Ariana

- Madame Boss tell to Giovanni he will team up with Ariana. Giovanni is not happy but he must obey to his mom. Ariana don't want to treat him as the precious Team Rocket's heir/Boss-to-be, she's rather amused to make fun of him by call him "Monsieur l'héritier" and not by his name (she only do it in few occasions), she want Giovanni to proove his value on the field and not eating his boots like others. She has a proud but calm attitude, she love doing crimes, she's good as pokemon trainer. She has ambitious goal; not staying a grunt but level up to become executive/commander (to tied this to the canon game).

- Giovanni and Ariana relationship is chaotic; they don't get along, Giovanni trying to get Ariana to recognize his superiority/value, Ariana don't take him seriously/scold him when he doing mistakes. Even if they bickering a lot, their missions are still a success. They do lights missions (steal evolving stones or burglaries) but they also do important missions to foreshadowing some Kanto or Johto events (the Lune Stones at Mt Moon, Slyphe Co.'s products, Saint-Anne's boat, Johto's HQ). They don’t flirt openly because it’s not how they are. It doesn’t stop grunts and Petrel to still make bet and rumors about them, tho.

Their feelings for each other growing SLOW. It's only in the middle of the story they start to get along little by little... before their ambitious self goal kick-in and Ariana decide she'll be better without him. Giovanni, who started to warm up towards Ariana, don't take it well but he's agree because it's the right thing to do. Their duo get separate and they walk on their own route (they still bickering or provoke each other when they cross path tho). They admit their feelings and get together almost at the end of the story, like two or three chapters before the last chapter.

- Madame Boss is proud to have Ariana as daughter-in-law and she made a little ceremony to welcome Ariane in the familia, mafioso’s style.

- The final chapter ends on a slight timeskip and centers on Giovanni's succession to Madame Boss as leader of Team Rocket + announcement of Ariane's pregnancy.

They’ll have 2 childrens (but not at the same time):

- Mars (who’ll become commander Mars in Team Galactic)

If you’re a rocket fans, you’ll probably fall on this headcanon or idea or fanart at some point because of how similar Ariana and Mars are. My friend and I made up a backstory for her too.

We slighty change her name: we decided to take Marcia, it’s the french name of her ancestor in Pokemon Legend Arceus. So it’s suit her perfectly.

- Silver.

Trivias:

- Ariana has 3 Pokemon: Arbok, Glom, Murkrow.

- Giovanni has 4 Pokemon: Persian, Rhyhorn, Nidorino and Nidorina.

- Ariana’s earrings triangles form she wear in the games were Giovanni’s gift for her commander grade; of course, they’re stolen ones.

- Mars and Silver have 7 years of age gap.

Ariana has 20 y/o and Giovanni 23 y/o when they have Mars.

Ariana 27 and Giovanni 30 when they have Silver (since Giovanni has 40/41 at Kanto-Johto series and that Silver has 10/11 old. Ariana has 37/38).

For this, we don’t count the 3 years from the games because it’s too complicated, instead we stay on anime’s pattern of 1 region = 1 year.

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I just can't grow tired of Levi's squad in HG, one of their parts in chapter 16:

“You are getting too cocky and comfortable for my taste, brat,” Mike emphasised each word with heaviness and thought as his tone got severe and demanding.

Levi looking up at the tall man left a sassy smirk raised in his complexion as he smiled like the devil in human form, his dark looks falling in his piercing eyes as they added the perfect frame to his deadly appearance “You’re right,” his monotone husky voice said, surprising Hange and Mike in the process of affirmation, “I’m sorry,” The apologies felt foreign not only because of Levi’s natural attitude but also expression, the words didn’t match at all with the circumstances “I’m sorry,” he repeated but hanging on it as if he was going to add something else “that I took the virginity of your best friend’s ex, I swear it won’t happen again”

Their strong gasp and then burst into lousy laugh from the cadets made me stop the tale for a fraction as I join them with quiet chuckles. Then Jean stop his laugh abruptly as he suddenly gave it a deeper thought, his lips slightly parted and his frowning expression.

“Wait a minute! If Levi said that, it means that you two have already laid together! you lied to us! You two didn’t just kiss during the winter!” Jean points his finger at me as the rest joined his accusation with an unverbal loud complain.

“Shit,” I say, scratching my head while realising that I lost some congruence in the family-version tale that I was changing for them. “Come on guys, just give it up. It’s not gonna happen that I give you details.”

They groan as they still don’t want to give up hopes.

“Man, Captain Levi used to be so cool! What happened?” Connie points out before imitating his superior voice “Tch Tch Tch, clean this, clean that, don’t run in the corridors, don’t break the curfew, don’t chase your squad members with a knife”

“He grew up,” I explain as if it’s not obvious what happened and then moved fastly to my side to tickle Jean on the side of this torso and then Eren “And it’s gonna happen to you! And you! All of you are going to become a boring old man with 9 to 5 jobs who only pleasure in life is arriving home to a clean kitchen.”

This time we all laugh together as they fake being terrified. When my chuckles ceased, I leave out a loud sigh. “It’s like we are all a dysfunctional family,” I begin the correlation as my left hand grabs the finger of my right to count each member “Hange is the cringe drunk uncle you think is cool as a kid but growing up you are ashamed and in family meetings they ask you if you already have a girlfriend. Then you have Levi, the exhausted mother who is strict and tired and yet keeps doing all; her kids think she’s not funny while the only thing she’s doing is trying to keep the family in one piece; Erwin is the father zero involved in his children's life, doesn’t even know at what grade are they and the only thing he knows to say is “ask your mother,” ”

They laugh until a eager Sasha raises a hand as if this is a classroom and asks “Then what are we?” ”The children, of course,” I point out before clarifying. First, I look at Jean. “The son who is at that age that we are getting a hard time making sure he doesn’t sneak playboy magazines in his bedroom,”

Jean blushed horrendously as Connie laugh loudly in his face and Eren pushes Jean behind my back trying to make him feel more ashamed that he already is.

“Then we have the other son,” I kept going looking eyes with Connie whose colour drains quickly scared of being put in the spot too “Who can’t pass a single math course and we have to pay him extra classes and we find out at the end of the semester that he used the money of the classes to buy beers with his friends,”

“Sasha, one of our sweet princess, who eats like 5 grown man and we can’t keep the storage full and we hope that puberty ends soon so we can go back to eat like human beings,” I followed their position in the floor as she chuckled nervously, “Armin, the kid who is doing everything in his will to please us and be the favourite and yet he’s never the favourite and we forget his school presentations,”

“Oi!” Armin pounds, offended, as my words hit home.

“Mikasa, our other princess, who is at that age that teens are impossible to talk to, dress all black and insists that it’s not a phase she’s in,” my words made the raven girl frown even more in her forever unpleasant expression.

"Last but certainly not least,” I say as I turn to my left and look at Eren “The favourite, who does nothing to please us but yet holds privilege over all the other kids because yes and has pretty eyes. Maybe it’s our only hope that with those pretty eyes, he may find a rich old man in Mitras that save the family economy.”

Eren’s face contours in a mix of disgust, surprise, and fear. “I don’t want to marry an old man!”

We all chuckle as the hypothetical conversation was suddenly taken serious “Oh don’t worry Eren, we all say that at the beginning but being a sugar baby has its pros,”

He frowns at me, bothered at my words and even more annoyed that Jean keeps adding comments to mine.

“Then who are you in this family?” Armin is quick to question, making everybody focus their attention back on me with open eyes and high expectations.

“Yeah, what is your role in our family?” Sasha insists, sounding extra cute with her round honey eyes.

I smirk while sighing. “Me? Well…” I take a thought “I guess I’m the older sister, who had already left the house and used to make the parents proud. Now, I help my little siblings to get to parties and sneak alcohol.” my last words refer to the actual situation with a sweet smile of melancholy and camaraderie as I mess with Eren’s chocolate hairs.

“The older sister that their mother keeps wondering when she will finally have a kid,” the sentence leaves my lips before I can process what I have just say. Regretting it instantly as they, in shock, shout a question after the other. All the voices together make it impossible for me to understand what are they saying.

“Let’s go back to the tale,” I say slightly louder, trying to enforce my command over their younger voices. Levi’s squad keep groaning complaints until they realise I will not give up. Once silence again, I hit my hands together as implying the retake of the story with a smile.

Suddenly, in the sporadic silence of the team, arrives to my ears a whisper that Eren says to Mikasa (probably thinking that we will not hear him with all the bustle) “Do I really have pretty eyes?”

Not losing the opportunity to put him under the spotlight, I reply “Yes, the prettiest, my love.”

Earning one last laugh from the team.

[saileshmetal]

Top Stainless Steel Fitting Suppliers in India for 2024

India is domestic to some of the location’s most important manufacturers and corporations of chrome steel fittings, which may be important additives in a big form of industries. Whether it’s to be used in production, car, petrochemical, or meals processing, stainless-steel fittings are regarded for their durability, resistance to corrosion, and versatility. In 2024, the selection for for notable chrome steel fittings continues to grow, and organizations in the course of the u . S . Are stepping up to meet this call for. In this weblog, we're capable of discover the pinnacle stainless steel turning into companies in India for 2024, with a focus on what makes them the awesome in the company.

Importance of Stainless Steel Fittings

Before diving into the listing of top companies, it’s essential to recognize why chrome steel fittings are so crucial. These additives, which embody elbows, tees, couplings, flanges, and further, are used to attach pipes, valves, and different equipment in an entire lot of structures. The choice of cloth is essential due to the fact the fittings need to withstand excessive pressures, severe temperatures, and corrosive environments without failing.

Stainless steel is the preferred cloth for fittings due to its superior houses:

Corrosion Resistance: Stainless steel’s chromium content material cloth office paintings a passive layer that stops rust and corrosion.

Strength and Durability: Stainless metal can face up to immoderate strain and temperatures, making it ideal for enterprise programs.

Hygiene: In industries like meals processing and prescribed drugs, stainless-steel’s non-porous floor guarantees that it no longer harbors microorganisms, making it clean to easy and preserve.

Aesthetic Appeal: In architectural programs, chrome steel fittings offer a swish, current-day look.

Given the advantages, the choice for chrome steel fittings stays robust, and finding a dependable dealer is important for companies in India and past.

Top Stainless Steel Fitting Suppliers in India for 2024

Sailesh Metal

Overview: They have mounted itself as one of the main stainless steel companies in India. Known for its commitment to brilliant and purchaser delight, the organization gives a huge type of stainless-steel fittings, which consist of elbows, tees, reducers, and flanges, amongst others.

Strengths: It is diagnosed for its large stock, competitive pricing, and potential to deliver stylish and custom fittings. The business enterprise’s products are made from high-grade stainless-steel, making sure extended-lasting common universal standard performance in even the maximum worrying environments.

Certifications: Sailesh Metal is ISO certified, reflecting its adherence to stringent awesome manage requirements.

Key Markets: The enterprise serves a numerous style of industries, along with oil and gasoline, chemical processing, meals and beverage, and introduction.

Suraj Metal Corporation

Overview: Suraj Metal Corporation is every other top participant inside the Indian stainless-steel fittings marketplace. With a long term of enjoyment, the corporation is thought for its first rate products and splendid customer support.

Strengths: Suraj Metal Corporation offers a complete variety of fittings, which include but no longer restrained to, strong fittings, buttweld fittings, and flanges. The agency is also well-known for its prompt shipping and incredible after-profits aid.

Certifications: The industrial enterprise company employer holds a couple of certifications, such as ISO 9001, ensuring that their products meet international requirements.

Key Markets: Suraj Metal Corporation regularly caters to the auto, petrochemical, and power generation industries.

Bhansali Overseas

Overview: Bhansali Overseas has earned recognition as one of the exceptional stainless steel becoming providers in India through continuously offering brilliant products to its customers. The business business enterprise offers an intensive kind of stainless-steel fittings that meet the numerous desires of diverse industries.

Strengths: Bhansali Overseas is known for its revolutionary solutions and capacity to meet the correct necessities of its customers. The enterprise's products are known for his or her precision, sturdiness, and corrosion resistance.

Certifications: Bhansali Overseas is licensed under several worldwide requirements, which consist of ASTM and ASME, ensuring that their fittings meet international benchmarks for fantastic.

Key Markets: Bhansali Overseas materials to industries which includes pharmaceuticals, dairy, and meals processing, in which hygiene and reliability are paramount.

K. K. Industries

Overview: K. K. Industries is a prominent call in the stainless steel fittings employer, said for its superb merchandise and client-centric technique. The business corporation has a big type of fittings, together with solid fittings, pipe fittings, and flanges, to be had in numerous grades of stainless steel.

Strengths: K. K. Industries’ energy lies in its strong production skills, which allow it to supply fittings that meet the first-rate specifications of its clients. The enterprise moreover gives customized answers to cater to particular enterprise necessities.

Certifications: The organization is ISO 9001 licensed and adheres to strict super manipulate measures at every degree of manufacturing.

Key Markets: K. K. Industries considerably serve the chemical, oil and fuel, and introduction sectors.

Petromet Flange Inc.

Overview: Petromet Flange Inc. Is a number one dealer of stainless steel fittings in India, regarded for its willpower to be extremely good and innovative. The organization gives a huge form of fittings, at the side of buttweld fittings, socket weld fittings, and threaded fittings.

Strengths: Petromet Flanges Inc. Is recognized for its first-rate products, properly timed delivery, and terrific customer service. The company invests within the modern-day production 

technologies to make sure that its products meet the very first-rate requirements of super.

Certifications: The organization is certified underneath ISO 9001, and its products examine worldwide necessities alongside ASTM and ASME.

Key Markets: Petromet Flanges Inc. Serves industries collectively with oil and gas, petrochemicals, and marine.

Metal Forge India

Overview: Metal Forge India is every other pinnacle provider of stainless steel fittings, seemed for its complete product range and robust hobby on customer delight. The company offers a large type of fittings, consisting of elbows, tees, reducers, and extra.

Strengths: Metal Forge India is noted for its great merchandise, aggressive pricing, and super customer support. The corporation additionally gives customized fittings to satisfy the appropriate dreams of its clients.

Certifications: Metal Forge India is ISO licensed and follows rigorous exceptional control procedures to make sure the reliability of its merchandise.

Key Markets: The industrial organization business enterprise usually serves the oil and fuel, chemical processing, and power technology industries.

As we circulate into 2024, the choice for best stainless steel fittings India maintains upward thrust, driven through the growth of industries collectively with introduction, automobile, and petrochemicals. The terrific stainless steel fittings India has to offer come from businesses that prioritize excellent, purchaser delight, and innovation. Whether you’re looking for well-known or custom fittings, the agencies listed above have installed themselves as leaders inside the marketplace, providing reliable products that meet the various desires of diverse industries.

At Sailesh Metal, we pride ourselves on being one of the pinnacle stainless steel turning into agencies in India. Our electricity of mind to top notch, large product range, and client-focused method set us other than the competition. Contact us nowadays to have a study more about our products and the manner we're able to benefit from the useful resource your agency desires with the incredible stainless steel fittings in India.

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4 Key Consider Choosing A High Quality Steady Rest

Picking a high quality steady rest is crucial for making certain the reliability, reliability, as well as protection of your turning machine functions. A steady rest supplies help to long, slim work surfaces in the course of machining, protecting against deflection and also resonances that can compromise precision. When picking a steady rest, a number of crucial variables must be thought about to ensure superior functionality and also compatibility with your turning machine. Listed here are four critical factors to guide your collection:

1. Compatibility with Your Turning Machine

The first and very most important aspect is actually ensuring that the steady rest works with your turning machine. Being compatible entails matching the steady rest's mounting interface with the machine's specifications. The majority of steady rests are created with certain machine styles in thoughts, so it's necessary to inspect the producer's rules for being compatible. The steady rest needs to fit safely and securely onto the machine's mattress or carriage without conflicting with other parts.

Consider the size and also weight of the work surfaces you will definitely be actually dealing with. The hydraulic steady rests needs to be actually robust adequate to assist the max weight without compromising stability. Furthermore, make certain that the steady rest's opening ability may accommodate the diameter of the workpieces you consider to machine.

2. Top quality of the Clamping Bracket

The clamping bracket is actually an important component of the steady rest, as it holds the work surface safely in location during the course of machining. A high-grade clamping bracket must supply a strong and steady grasp without damaging the work surface. Seek clamping brackets produced coming from tough components, like hard steel or high-strength metals, which can easily endure the powers created during turning procedures.

The concept of the clamping bracket is actually additionally crucial. It ought to allow for quick and easy modification as well as setting up to fit workpieces of different sizes. Some steady rests feature self-centering clamping brackets, which immediately align the workpiece with the machine's spindle axis, guaranteeing consistent accuracy. Additionally, think about whether the clamping bracket is geared up along with defensive inserts or even pads to avoid tainting or scratching of the workpiece surface.

3. Assortment of Adjustment and also Flexibility

A premium steady rest need to supply a large range of correction choices to suit various workpiece measurements as well as forms. This adaptability is critical for optimizing the convenience of your turning machine. Appear for steady rests along with modifiable arms or even fingers that may be positioned to support workpieces of different sizes.

The stable of correction must likewise feature the potential to make improvements the clamping pressure administered to the work surface. Way too much pressure can flaw or even destroy the workpiece, while insufficient stress may trigger vulnerability during machining. Some steady rests included micrometer adjustments, allowing precise control over the clamping power.

Besides adjustability, look at whether the steady rest may be quickly rearranged or gotten rid of coming from the turning machine when not in usage. A steady rest that may be swiftly installed and gotten off enriches the effectiveness of your machining functions.

4. Durability and Maintenance Requirements

Toughness is actually an essential consider selecting a steady rest, as it directly influences the durability as well as stability of the device. Steady rests are subjected to notable pressures and also use during machining, so it's crucial to decide on a model constructed to last. Try to find steady rests built from high-quality components with a sound, rugged style.

Take into consideration the servicing criteria of the steady rest too. Some designs are actually created along with low maintenance in thoughts, featuring enclosed bearings or self-lubricating components that minimize the necessity for regular servicing. Easy accessibility to important parts for cleansing as well as routine maintenance is actually additionally a plus, as it makes sure the steady rest continues to be in optimum situation over opportunity.

Final thought

Deciding on the correct steady rest for your turning machine includes cautious consideration of being compatible, the premium of the clamping bracket, the series of change, as well as the device's toughness. Through concentrating on these crucial elements, you may ensure that your steady rest enriches the performance of your turning machine, providing the stability as well as precision needed for top quality machining operations.

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Exploring the Factors Influencing Medi Facial Costs

The Medi-facials use clinical-grade merchandise and systems to cope with particular pores and skin issues, such as acne, hyperpigmentation, getting old, and more. The expenses of medical facials can range widely, primarily based on numerous elements.

Understanding these elements can help consumers make knowledgeable alternatives and find treatments that fit their needs and budgets.

1. Form of Medi Facial

The type of medical facial selected extensively influences the price. There are numerous styles of Medi facials, each designed to address precise pores and skin concerns. For instance, facials geared toward treating pimples or hyperpigmentation might vary in price from anti-getting older or hydra facials. Extra-specialized remedies, inclusive of those related to laser technology or chemical peels, will be more costly due to the advanced technology required.

2. Complexity and period of treatment

The complexity and duration of the treatment play an important role in figuring out the price of a medical procedure. More substantial remedies that contain multiple steps, such as deep cleaning, exfoliation, extraction, and the use of specialized serums, are likely to be more effective. Moreover, remedies that require more time to complete will commonly cost more because of the extended use of machines and the professional's time.

3. Clinical expert’s expertise

The understanding and qualifications of the scientific professional performing the medical facial can significantly affect the fee. Remedies completed with the aid of enormously experienced dermatologists or certified estheticians with advanced schooling are generally more costly. The expert's reputation and years of experience can also affect the price, as customers are often inclined to pay a pinnacle fee for the assurance of exceptional service and protection.

4. Health facility area

The geographic location of the health facility imparting the medical facial could have an impact on the fee. Clinics in metropolitan regions or upscale neighborhoods frequently rate better costs as compared to those in smaller cities or less wealthy areas. That is due to better operational expenses, along with leases and utilities, in the top locations. Additionally, the decision for aesthetic remedies tends to be better in urban areas, which can drive up prices.

5. Generation and machine used

The kind of technology and system used in the course of the medical facial is another huge price factor. Superior technology, together with laser treatment, microdermabrasion, and ultrasound, regularly results in better rate tags. The use of scientific-grade merchandise and systems guarantees higher results but additionally increases the overall value of the remedy. Clinics that make investments in the contemporary generation and devices generally tend to charge extra for their services.

6. Customization and add-on remedies

Medi-facials can be fairly custom-designed to satisfy the unique dreams of every client. Customization involves tailoring the remedy to deal with unique pores and skin issues and might consist of the use of specialized serums, masks, or specific products. Upload-on treatments, including LED light therapy, oxygen therapy, or microneedling, can enhance the consequences of expertise and additionally increase the overall fee. The more customized and complete the treatment, the better the charge is likely to be.

7. Frequency of treatment

The recommended frequency of medical facials can impact the general charge. Some pores and skin concerns may also additionally require a sequence of treatments for pinnacle-wonderful results. For instance, situations like pimples or hyperpigmentation may additionally require a couple of classes over several weeks or months. Clinics regularly provide bundle offers or reductions for multiple classes that could help reduce the rate in keeping with remedy know-how and boost the total expenditure.

8. Hospital recognition and customer evaluations

The recognition of the sanatorium and the opinions of previous customers can also have an effect on the cost of medical facials. Clinics with a robust reputation for delivering high-quality outcomes and excessive levels of consumer pride can also charge higher prices. Powerful evaluations and testimonials can create a sense of trust and reliability, encouraging clients to invest more in their treatments.

9. Promotional offers and reductions

Many clinics provide promotional offers or reductions, in particular to new customers or throughout specific sports. Those offers can considerably lower Medi facial price, making them more accessible to a broader target market. Seasonal promotions, package deals, and membership programs are common tactics clinics use to attract and maintain clients. Taking advantage of these offers can help control the charges related to normal treatments.

10. Aftercare services and products

Sub-remedy care is an important element of medical facials, and the cost of aftercare services and products can add to the general fee. Clinics frequently advise or provide unique skin care products to decorate and maintain the consequences of the medical facial. While those items are beneficial, they come at an additional fee. Customers ought to not forget the price of recommended aftercare when budgeting for their medical facials.

Conclusion

The price of medical facials is inspired by a variety of factors, such as the kind and complexity of the treatment, the understanding of the medical professional, the hospital's location, and the technology used. Customization, upload-on treatments, and the popularity of the sanatorium additionally play massive roles. statistics, those elements can help customers make knowledgeable picks and pick out remedies that provide a terrific fee for his or her particular pores and skin worries. By thinking about the entire rate, which incorporates aftercare products and capability reductions, customers can benefit from their preferred skincare effects without compromising their price range.