#three body problem lb

[emiliosandozsequence]

every time will downing comes onscreen i just...stare at him bc from everything that's happened so far and all the foreshadowing they're doing i Know i'm going to kin him in later seasons

[inbabylontheywept]

i did wrestling in middle school. on one hand, i was actually quite good at it, which was nice. being good at any sport was a new achievement for me. on the other hand, i was bi, and i was trying very hard not to notice that i was bi, and getting folded into knots by very kind, very muscular dorks made that task somewhat difficult.

adding fire to the problem was that my parents and my grandparents wanted to watch my matches, because they were very proud that their Gangly Nerd Son was actually Sporting, and they wanted to cheer me on. which would've been sweet and all, but if there are four people you do not want there during a key part of your Burgeoning Sexual Awakening, it is your mom and your dad and your grandma and your grandpa.

right? i mean, imagine some guy's got your head in his armpit, and you're going you know, old sweat smells bad, but fresh sweat has a sort of and then you make eye contact with your grandpa in the stands and you remember you're swearing spandex so if you pop a boner people aren't just going to be able to see the outline, they're going to be able to count the veins, and the only way you will be able to restore your family's honor after that would be by moving to siberia and renouncing joy, forever. that, or lift your entire body up by your kneck then twist 180 degrees without paralyzing yourself.

it’s a lot of pressure, is what i’m saying.

still it did motivate me to win my matches really fast. because i was so tall and skinny, i was stupidly good at the double leg takedown, and then once someone was knocked down, i'd just do the half nelson and kind of flip em over for the pin. then the ref would count to three and i’d win. EZPZ.

i had one match where that went great. won in the first ten seconds, sat back down, and prepared myself for a good hour or two of doing fuck all. didn't even feel bad the parents/grandparents were gonna be bored. the matches went up from me in 5 pound increments (i was in the 115 lbs division) and it was going great until we got to the 145 lbs division. the other school's wrestler stepped onto the mat, and she turned out to be a girl so our guy flipped, because for straight guys, wrestling a girl is not a pleasant experience.

i'm not entirely unsympathetic. my experience wrestling dudes was definitely a little traumatic. but also, i dealt. guy could've dealt too. instead, he refused to wrestle, and the coach went - fine. not even worth fighting over.

so he went to the 140 pounder, and that guy said, nosir, my mom said mormons can't wrestle girls. next guy down, 135 pounder, now he knew he could pull the same card and thus did. 130 pounder, 125, both tapped out. he got to the 120 guy, and that guy was catholic, but he said he was considering being mormon, and thus would have to pass. as a precaution.

coach blew up a little at that. he said "is there anyone - anyone - on this entire goddamn team that is willing to wrestle a girl?" and then he pointed at me and said "YOU. MAT. GO."

and i'll be real, if i'd been paying more attention, i'd have pulled the mormon card too, but i'd just been putting all that audio into a buffer file because i was reading, so i was halfway across the mat before i even processed what had been said and by then it was too late to turn back.

still i had a plan. and my plan - my beautiful, perfect plan - was to do what i'd always done. tackle, flip, pin, win. sit down. read. bore my family to death. move on.

i got the first part right. she was bigger than me, but she wasn't taller. just an incredibly stout woman. god built me like a snake with glasses, just as he built her like a combat cube. the problem was the half nelson. soon as she was down, i tried hooking my arm under hers from behind and for both genders, the defense for this move is just clamping your arms really fucking tight against your sides. if you're a guy, that's whatever, but if you're a girl - especially if you're god's chosen combat cube - that pins your opponents hand right against your boob.

so, i got the hook in, she clamped, my whole arm pressed against something soft, my coach was yelling THE HALF NELSON. BABYLON! JUST FINISH IT! FINISH THE HALF NELSON! and i was just trying to press hard enough to finish, when then my brain went

...oh.

and i flipped out. of course i flipped out. i like girls, and touching a boob is an elemental experience, and i was not ready. i was not prepared. i had not committed the sacred rites. i recoiled like i'd just brushed my arm against the surface of the sun, stood up, and backed away. nobody in the room knew why i'd given up. all they saw was me, right about to win, suddenly flailing around and scrambling. so everyone started screaming at me to just get the half nelson again, and i couldn't really yell back there's a fuckin' boob in the way and it was very distressing, and the only way i could think of to make them stop was just doing it over again the right way.

so i did.

i hunkered down and prepared myself for Wrasslin' Attempt #2: The Sequel.

i knocked her down again, EZPZ. i went for the half nelson again, but she knew what i was about to do so she super clamped, and i knew she was gonna super clamp, so i wound my arm back like a pop-eye cartoon punch before swinging my arm through the gap between her bicep and her side, but the amount of time i spent winding back super signalled what i was about to to do, which gave her time to clamp even harder, which somehow redirected the entire force of the popeye punch to the bottom of her bra.

it spat out a single boob the same way an action hero might spit out one single tooth after getting a solid crack across the jaw. as if to say:

*ptooie.* "that all you got?"

i did not actually see this. my experience was that first there was an arm, then there was a bit of boob, but i was braced, i was ready, forward at all costs, tatakae motherfuckers, and then the boob went away, and i didn't know where it went but my team, and the audience, and everyone who was in front of me, they all gasped like i just kicked them in the stomach. except for my coach. he was behind me, and thus one of the four people in the room who did not see the boob. now my mom, my dad, my grandma, and my grandpa, they all got flashed but nooooooo, coach thunderbutt was behind me, and he didn't see shit so he was still yelling NOOOOOO BABYLON WHAT ARE YOU DOING JUST FINISH THE NELSON! GO FOR THE KILL! BABYLON! BABYLON!

but i did not go for the kill. i stood up and she stuffed her boob back real fast, and we just kind of circled each other awkwardly until time ran out and i won on points. that's not technically allowed, but the ref had some mercy on me.

my coach did not.

i barely had time to sit down before he strode over to the bench to chew me out.

"babylon," he said, in that very calm way people get when they're too pissed to yell. "why didn't you pin?"

and i didn't know how to say well coach, i tried, but there was a boob, and it kept getting in the way, and my mom was watching, and so was my dad, and so was his dad, and his mom, and god (like bible god) and that's a can of worms because i'm pretty sure he was already mad at me, and i'm wearing spandex, and i think i might have to move to siberia, so instead i said

"i uh. i forgot how to do the half nelson."

which is actually impossible. forgetting how to do the half nelson is like forgetting how to swallow your spit.

and he looked at me, like i was the dumbest person in the entire world, and i looked through him like i'd just survived my 250th day in a trench at verdun, and he said: fine.

fine.

but we're all going to practice it for an hour tomorrow because you forgot.

and then he left.

and my buddies had the gall to be salty about it. i got so many comments saying "dude, why didn't you just tell him the truth?" and i said "you can if you care so damn much. you could've wrestled the girl too. maybe someone else should do the hard thing today."

but they didn't. so the next day, we did an hour of half nelson drills, and i spent a decent amount of time getting thrown around the mat, and it was pleasant in exactly the way that i hated and the year after that, to the surprise of everyone but myself, i quit wrestling and joined the trivia team.

and if you want more reasons to love my mom, my grandpa joked after the match that i might have to talk to my bishop about it, and my mom told him he would be allowed to make jokes after he stood in front of a crowd of 110 people in spandex underpants while wrestling a woman that was not his wife.

he paused for almost five seconds after that. then he said: aw. hell. sorry babylon.

and i'd have preferred my apology from god, but getting it from him was pretty good too.

[ocdhuacheng]

Oh you sly dogs

It’s so ironic how the nokkers original goal was to kill everyone now it’s to keep them alive

[bestanimal]

Round 3 - Reptilia - Otidiformes

(Sources - 1, 2, 3, 4)

Our next order of birds are the Otidiformes, commonly called “bustards”. They are comprised of one living family, Otididae, containing 11 genera.

Bustards are fairly large, terrestrial birds living mainly in dry grassland areas and in steppe regions in Africa, Eurasia, and Australia. They have long broad wings with "fingered" wingtips, and striking patterns in flight. While they can fly, most prefer to run or walk. They walk steadily on strong legs and big toes, pecking for food as they go. Bustards are omnivorous and opportunistic, eating leaves, buds, seeds, fruit, small vertebrates, and invertebrates.

Bustards are known for their interesting mating displays, involving dances, aerial displays, inflating throat sacs, or feathered crests. They are usually sexually dimorphic, with males being larger and/or more elaborately patterned. They make their nests on the ground, in which the female lays three to five dark-colored, speckled eggs in a scrape in the ground. The male is not involved in incubation or caring for the chicks. Most are solitary outside of mating season, but may congregate together for migrations in search of food sources. Some travel in same sex groups or small family groups.

Otidiformes are part of the clade Otidimorphae, which also includes the Musophagiformes (turacos) and Cuculiformes (cuckoos). Otidimorphs arose in the Eocene, around 34 million years ago, with bustards evolving around 30 million years ago.

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The largest bustard is the Kori Bustard (Ardeotis kori) (see gif above), and males have a body length of 105 - 135 cm (3 ft 5 in - 4 ft 5 in) and a wingspan of 230 - 275 cm (7 ft 7 in - 9 ft). They typically weigh between 7 and 18 kg (15 and 40 lb). Male Kori Bustards are one of the largest living birds capable of flight! Male Great Bustards (Otis tarda) (image 1) are shorter and smaller, but rival the Kori Bustard’s weight, at 5.8 to 18 kg (13 to 40 lb).

Great Bustards are one of the most sexually dimorphic living birds, in relation to size difference. Adult male Great Bustards weigh on average 2.48 times more than females (the only known bird with a higher size dimorphism is the Green Peafowl [Pavo muticus]).

The smallest bustard is the Little Brown Bustard (Heterotetrax humilis) which is around 40 cm (1.3 ft) long and weighs around 600 g (1.3 lb) on average.

Alongside his display of a puffed up neck with elongated, filamentous breast plumes, the male Hartlaub's Bustard (Lissotis hartlaubii) also has an aerial display involving him leaping to a height of 15-20 meters (49-65.6 feet) into the air, before gliding downward with his wings held in a shallow V and his legs trailing.

The endangered Ludwig's Bustard (Neotis ludwigii) is hard to study due to its habitat of desolate regions and its wary nature, so not much is known about them. However, one of the major conservation concerns for this endangered bird is collisions with powerlines. Ludwig’s Bustards have a tendency to fatally collide with powerlines within their habitats, due to their visual blind spots and their flight position which requires them to look slightly down instead of ahead. This collision problem is of such a dire magnitude that the future of the species may be in jeopardy because of it. An estimated 4,000 – 11,900 Ludwig's Bustards are killed each year through powerline collisions.

The Denham's Bustard (Neotis denhami) will sometimes follow herds of ungulates in order to pick dung beetles from their droppings.

A female Buff-crested Bustard (Lophotis gindiana) in captivity was observed carrying her chicks to move them to a new nest. The hen carried one chick at a time under her wing, then dropped it at the desired location. It is unknown whether this behaviour is common among Buff-crested Bustards, or if it was just this female.

The rarest bustard is the Bengal Florican (Houbaropsis bengalensis) (image 3), which is critically endangered with less than 1,000 individuals alive. They have become increasingly threatened by land conversion for agriculture, particularly for rice production. Their population is fragmented, restricted to tiny areas of grassland scattered across South and Southeast Asia, and they are still poached for meat. However, significant strides have been made towards their conservation, involving protecting habitat, educating the public, sustainable land management, and a captive breeding program. Ecotourism provides revenue to locals, as the Bengal Floricans are not shy to perform their leaping courtship displays in front of humans.

[secularprolifeconspectus]

Clementine Kearns, abortion coercion, & infanticide

Tonight I spent 3 hours on the phone with the father and mother of a baby who was brutally murdered by an abortion provider. Tommy (pictured above), her father, wept to me, and Jane (name changed for privacy), her mother, is traumatized. Jane named her daughter Clementine.

We believe that not only was Jane coerced into this procedure and her body violated by the Cherry Hill Women's Center, but also that her baby, Clementine, at 20 weeks gestation (youngest surviving baby was 21 weeks), was born alive and dissected for body parts.

Here's what we know.

Jane was suffering from "pre-partum" depression. Facing the societal pressures of an unplanned pregnancy, she fell into anxiety and rumination. She convinced herself that she was weak, that she would be a bad mother, and that she did not have the means to take care of Clementine. In March of 2024, after months of mental distress, she reached a point of crisis and became desperate to end her pregnancy.

Jane had a history of struggling with mental health and had been in therapy for years prior to her pregnancy; she wrestled with low self-esteem and self-doubt. By extension, her abortion mindset came from a place of self-harm, not self-preservation. She deserved compassion and intervention. Instead, at 5 months pregnant, the abortion industry took advantage of her.

She called the Cherry Hill Women's Center, hoping for counseling on her options and to ask questions about Clementine. She was looking for help and for answers — not for an abortion appointment. What she didn't know is that Cherry Hill uses a third-party service to schedule their appointments; so rather than a counselor, she encountered a salesman.

Jane told the scheduler that she had no money for an abortion. The scheduler quickly assured her this wasn't a problem, as they had a means to "fund" her abortion. Suddenly she was no longer making a free choice, as the only option presented was a free abortion for her freedom. At no point in time was she told that the means to make her abortion "free" was to offset the cost with Clementine's valuable body parts.

On March 12th, still in a state of crisis, Jane attempted to regulate herself with a hit of marijuana (legal in New Jersey) before driving to Cherry Hill. She vaped marijuana all the way to the facility, and struggling to cope, smoked even more in the parking lot. Needless to say, she was under the influence upon entering the facility and couldn't give consent. Her medical records state that her heartbeat was 99 beats per minute, the upper limit for an adult, indicating acute distress.

During consultation, a registered nurse asked Jane whether she had used any drugs in the past three months. Jane openly stated that she had smoked just before. The nurse reassured Jane that it was not an issue, sharing that she had smoked during her own pregnancy and prior to the scheduled procedure. The nurse then documented that Jane had smoked on the day of the procedure and signed off on the record with her signature, dated 3/12/2024.

According to her medical documents, that day the providers checked for and affirmed that there was fetal cardiac activity — in other words, they made sure Clementine was alive so her organs would be fresh for harvesting. They didn't mention the possibility of experiments or present any related consent forms; they didn't disclose to Jane that they were preparing for donation to fetal research.

Jane was under the impression that they had induced the demise of her baby, so Clementine was already dead. She was left unaware that the providers deliberately neglected to sign off on the use of a feticide injection. To assure Clementine would be a "pure" specimen, they didn't inject her with a feticide prior to the abortion procedure.

This also meant they couldn't give Jane local anesthesia prior to the insertion of dilapan. Now, Jane is under 5 feet tall and around 100 lbs. It's notable that she is so small, because the providers stuffed five dilapan into her cervix. She also was only 23 years old and had never had her cervix dilated. (As a person with a uterus, I must say — what the fuck, OW.) They didn't inform her that they were altering her procedure by giving her more dilapan than normal. They sent her away to let the dilapan expand overnight, for nearly 24 hours.

Jane came back to Cherry Hill on March 13th to complete the procedure. Her heart rate was recorded at 111 beats per minute. At 9:48am, they gave her 600mg of misoprostol and 30 units of pitocin. During the surgery, they gave her another 30 units. The average administration of these drugs for inducing childbirth is 100mg of misoprostol and 10 units of pitocin over 4-7 hours — they gave her SIX TIMES that amount total. She went into labor within the hour.

This was not a normal labor. At 9:48am, Jane told the nurse the pain from her cramps was at level 4. By 10:47am, she told the nurse her pain was 8 of 10. (In recall, she described it as "level 11".) She didn't understand that she was experiencing contractions, and she was in the worst pain of her life. She was afraid she might be dying. The providers didn't explain to her what they were doing, or that she was about to give birth. She was completely in the dark.

At 11:21am, the workers wheeled Jane back to the procedure room. She told them, "I can't move. I'm cold. I'm afraid." Just outside the door, they were stopped. A nurse presented her with a clipboard and a piece of paper, with no further explanation: the consent form for tissue donation to fetal research.

Again, Jane thought her baby was already dead, and in that moment she was fearing for her life. She had no idea what this form was, and she didn't know that she had any other choice; she had to trust the providers. The form had no line for a date, nor a date on it. Blindly, she signed.

Jane didn't know that a student of the Complex Family Planning Fellowship would be practicing a "complex" procedure on her that day. She didn't meet her, nor the abortion provider that was training her. They forced her onto the table, and she began screaming. That's when they held her down and gassed her, and she went unconscious.

The procedure began at 11:23am and ended at 11:31am. For reference, it normally takes an experienced abortionist 15-45 minutes to perform an extraction abortion, taking the baby out in pieces. This procedure, done by a trainee, took eight minutes. EIGHT minutes. Jane's medical records recorded that she lost 25 units of blood; women who received an extraction normally lose much more. They also recorded that a suction cannula and curette were not employed until the end of the procedure. The doctor signed out at 11:31am.

Between the extreme dilation, the abnormal amount of labor-inducing medication, the lack of feticide and anesthesia, the short timespan and "complex" nature of the procedure, the minimal blood loss, the timing of the use of tools, and the vagueness and errors in the documentation, this doesn't indicate that Clementine was extracted. Altogether, this indicates she was delivered whole.

Clementine was alive and born. They didn't rush her to a NICU. They didn't even give her comfort care. They harvested her organs. She was murdered on the counter.

At least, that's what Tommy and Jane think likely happened. They believe Clementine's organs were taken by Cercle Allocation Services, a fetal tissue procurement company with ties to Advanced Bioscience Resources. Tommy didn't even know Jane was getting an abortion at the time.

The next day, Tommy and Jane started calling the facility, asking for Clementine's remains. At first the workers told them that they didn't know where the remains were; a day later, that they couldn't say where the remains were. To add insult to injury, the facility blocked their numbers, and Jane has had an infection from the procedure for eight months.

Last night on the phone, Tommy and Jane told me that all they want is a funeral for Clementine. They want to recover whatever they can of her, and bury her in a garden dedicated to other victims of abortion and the people who fight for them. Tommy said to me, "I love my daughter... I want to have a place to visit her... She's all I'm living for."

We miss you, baby Clementine. I'm so sorry.

Jane did not give free and informed consent. She was taken advantage of, violated, and traumatized. Clementine suffered, was killed, and her body was desecrated. This was all done by an insidious industry that preys upon vulnerable people to make a profit.

Justice for Clementine. Justice for Clementine's mom. And justice for all victims of fetal trafficking. Fuck the abortion industry. We will end fetal research, and we will abolish abortion.

[decisionstolive]

To anyone who asks, it never ends.

Wanna hear my story? Here you go.

I've been having problems with my body since elementary school. But I've always wanted to be underweight like my mum is.

I tried a few diets but I kept being disappointed because I just had a "normal" weight.

At age 13 I discovered edtumblr and my ed got worse. Yeah, I did dumb shit. Yeah, I was at 42 kg once and thought I was obese.

But my parents noticed and made me "recover". Praise the lord they didn't send me to the hospital, they just made me eat three times a day, took my phone, controlled what I did in the evenings. That. Fucked. Me. Up.

And I mean it. Since that time I'm su!c!dal. I kept gaining weight til my hw (see in bio) and I ENJOYED binging. I enjoyed eating. I enjoyed letting go. The. Fuck.

Why? Why why why. Ana always comes back. You're not addicted for a month, you're addicted for a lifetime. Now I just want to be 77 lbs and be an adult.

Stay safe

[anotherdayforchaosfay]

I decided to see just how much an effect my weight loss has had on my body. I was 180lbs last July, went fully vegan, and in three months, no increase in exercise, I lost 20 lbs. Now, seven months later, I decided to see if I could get my wedding ring on and off without struggle. I have my engagement ring tattooed on me because I work with my hands so much. Rings become a problem real quick.

Good news! I can get it on and off.

Bad news? It's a little loose. LOL I don't mind!

[empress-azrael]

OK. So. doing the Writecamp prompts for day 15. woot woot.

Turning it in late, as it its 12:20 AM, and technically the 16th.

I have hit a sort of block and I am tired, so I will pick this up per some one else's request. if people are interested.

From the prompt list, I chose: "We ruined ourselves. It was no-one else's doing. We did this." A Bloodied Curtain and The Killing of Innocence.

I went for a vibe.

You thought you'd get the story didn't you? No. Here's the background information.

The girl narrating is Rhea, one of my two main OC's I have inflicted all of my emotional turmoil upon.

This is Rhea before the main timeline, so this is necessary to the main plot for background and trauma info, as (when it's done) this portrays a scene/event from Rhea's "relationship" with arrow. A man she met online and soon formed a...close bond with.

In the scene Rhea is 14ish, 5'5, and nearing 100 lbs. It fluctuates, but she wanted it down to 70 at the time because a girl she was friends with once told her that her weight was around 70 three years ago (she didn't know it at the time time and wouldn't accept it till much much later, but she had a crush on the girl.)

Ash, the man she met online, is an alcoholic. He's in his early 20's. between 22-24 - Rhea's memories are blurry, but it doesn't really matter.

In this scene, their relationship hasn't' really been revved up to the max (for lack of a better term), but gives more of a glimpse for what to come. Rhea is already a mentally vexed child and Ash is subject to many of his own problems. I see his a slightly resembling the previous emperor in the apothecary diaries, he is not necessarily trying to be predatory - he knows he is, but he tries not to keep that in the forefront of his mind. He is genuinely attracted to rhea, and she is willing to go along with much of his actions, and he sees no reason to deny her company. She's always been described as mature for her age.

Their relationship never actually gets explicitly sexual, just extremely intimate to the point that they engage in very self destructive acts together. Something about that is extremely arousing and romantic to young Rhea. The scene will depict the beginnings of this type of relationship they develop. so yeah...

(the real special scene won't come till later if u want. The idea actually came from a weirdly twisted fantasy I had years and years ago in the 8th grade and proceeded to write on the back of my math homework :3 )

Anyways, this intimate relationship soon results in her getting herself into a fun little situation later down the road (still prior to current events in the main timeline) which further complicated her confusion on "what even are feelings" and make her already troubled mind worse, as at the end of the day all she longs for is attention.

Anyways, I apologize for putting you through that here is the scene @agirlandherquill and others who have kept on reading thus far.

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LED lights gave each window its own unique color, patterns almost repeating as they flashed past the corner of my eye while I dragged my body further up the seemingly endless staircase. Even this mundane act began to feel like a kind of art: extending my arm along the handrail, inhaling as I lifted myself over each stair — two at a time. I inhaled again as I glanced through the broken wall separating this concrete well from the outside world.

I wasn’t entirely sure how I’d ended up on this side of town — following a man called Ash, up a concrete flight of stairs in a nearly abandoned building, watching people live their lives behind those brightly colored windows.

I jerked my head forward again as I trudged up another step, trying to keep up with my young guide.

“Ash,” I coughed, letting my legs buckle slightly beneath me — just for a second, long enough to hope he’d turn around.

Finally, he turned to look at me — a look of soft pity flashing in his eyes and lips as he watched me stretch to match his adult strides. 

That moment felt like an eternity, permanently engraving itself into my mind — those amber eyes burning into me, my heart pounding against the brittle cage in my chest. A breeze slipped through the cracked wall and shattered windows, freezing me to the bone and doubling me over — but it only made his presence feel more otherworldly. His ethereal skin seemed to glow in the cold light, making his sharp, wolfish features even more striking. His hair swirled around his face, brushing the top of his brow, grazing the curve of his lips, and resting at the tip of his nose. 

I reached forward again, eyes focused only on the curved bow of his lips, until his large, almost branchlike hand covered mine completely, long fingers wrapping around my wrist as he hoisted me up to him.

My head ended up pressed against his lower chest, my face buried in the warm rise of his hoodie. He smelled faintly of smoke and cold metal, a surprising change from that sweet and woody smell I had grown used to after 9pm.

For a moment, I stayed there — caught between exhaustion and something heavier. I didn’t dare look up until he turned my head to look up at him, quietly reassuring me that we didn’t have much longer to climb, then continuing to hold my hand up the continuation of the stairs. 

The sun was setting when he finally pulled me up to a rooftop, a cement slab high enough that it towers over a fair number of buildings in this weathered neighborhood. A pile of empty bottles and cigarette butts lay in a corner, next to a paperback book with its title written in a font that looked like German.

“This is my special place,” Ash said, looking down to make eye contact. “Surprise.” 

He closed his eyes and gave that smile—the one where only the corners of his mouth turned up. I loved that smile because it was on his face. But I hated it too. It was scary and fake. He was faking that smile again, and I knew it. He looked down at me, trying to please me somehow, for something I couldn’t name.

But those lips making that smile were his. And those lips had formed the kind words he’d been speaking to me all this time.

I’m not quite sure when I first met Ash, or how long I’ve been seeing him in person. Time moved... oddly. He was on my mind so obsessively that I could hardly imagine a life where even the idea of him did not exist.

It is not less that 10 minutes until 1 am...

[emiliosandozsequence]

g-d i Need to read this book series. i know i'm going to be obsessed with it once i do

[little-earthquakes-rp]

Main Verse

Full  Name: Alexander Grayson Rollins

Known  Alias(es):  Alex or Detective Rollins

Age: 42-50

Gender: Cis-male

Birthday: 7/27 Leo

Heritage: Danish & English

Religion: Atheist

Sexual  &  Romantic  Orientation: heterosexual & heteromantic

Residencies:  Long Beach, CA or verse dependent

Highest  Education  Level: Bachelor's in Law

Occupation: Long Beach Police Department- Detective; Dirty Cop (verse dependent)

Faceclaim:  Nikolaj Coster Waldau

Eyes: Grey

Hair: Dark Blonde

Weight: 195 lbs

Height: 6'2

Body Type: Athletic

Piercing & Tattoos: N/A

Mental Disorders: (lol....you'll figure it out soon enough)

TW: Mentions of Murder & Incest

Past:

Alexander “Alex” Grayson Rollins was the first son born to Margaret and Benjamin Rollins. Soon, a younger brother was to follow by the name of Andrew. Unfortunately, not long after Benjamin stepped outside of the marriage, Margaret chose to dissolve the union.  The brothers grew up very close. While Alex was in high school, his father remarried, and shortly after, his twin sisters were born. Addison and Astrid were the apples of his father’s eyes.  Alex often struggled in school, finding himself distracted and bored. At times, he had disciplinary problems, which earned him the unwanted attention of his father. While his brother Andy graduated top of his class, Alex barely made it through. He was more successful outside of scholastics, as he was a hard and dedicated worker. The day he turned 18, he enlisted in the Marines. It was a challenge to himself, and one he was determined to succeed in.

Succeed he did, making it to Corporal before he chose not to re-enlist; instead, he took his vet grant money to pay for college. After serving three tours in Afghanistan, he returned stateside cynical and hardened. Which ended up serving him well when he joined the Long Beach police force. When he was 32, his world changed again. Things were not, and had not been, as they seemed. Devastated by the news that his father was sexually abusing his teenage sisters, Andrew and Alex thought to rectify the situation, stopping just shy of killing the man. Already a police officer with Long Beach, he took some time off to concentrate on getting his sister's therapy sorted. When he returned to the force, he focused on putting his all into the job, with his military experience, he quickly worked his way up to Detective.

Over time, Alex had managed to walk the divide between the lawful and unlawful. While his reputation is mostly stellar on paper, he has ties to the underbelly of Long Beach and is, in fact, a dirty cop. While managing to stay off the mob’s pay roster, he considers himself an independent agent. Some would consider him a bit gruff–many more would just call him an narrsistic asshole.  Recently, after finding his father had attempted to see his sister, Addison, he took action. Under the cover of darkness, he walked into his father’s home and murdered him. The experience was quite cathartic. Currently, he spends a lot of time dedicated to his siblings as he has taken over as the patriarch of the tattered family. 

[fagcrisis]

starting the three body problem (book not show, im not insane) the tag to block is #3bp lb

[bestanimal]

Round 2 - Chordata - Reptilia

(Sources - 1, 2, 3, 4)

Reptilia is a class of tetrapods that includes Rhynchocephalia (an order that dates back to the Middle Triassic, but is today only represented by one species: the Tuatara), Squamata (lizards and snakes), Testudines (turtles), and Archosauria (crocodilians and birds).

Reptiles have four limbs (two of which evolved into wings in birds and some of which were lost in snakes and some lizards). Most species lay eggs, though some squamates give live birth. Reptile eggs are surrounded by membranes for protection and transport, which adapt them to reproduction on dry land. Rhynchocephalians, squamates, and turtles have a three-chambered heart, while archosaurs have a four-chambered heart. Non-avian reptiles all exhibit some form of cold-bloodedness, and have limited physiological means of keeping a constant body temperature, often relying on external sources of heat. Many reptiles have lungs that are ventilated almost exclusively by the axial musculature: the same musculature that is used during locomotion. Because of this, most squamates are forced to hold their breath while running. Crocodilians, birds, monitor lizards, and iguanas have a muscular diaphragm that is analogous to the mammalian diaphragm, freeing space for the lungs to expand. How turtles and tortoises breathe has been the subject of much study, with varied results indicating they have found a variety of solutions to this problem. Reptilian skin is covered in a horny epidermis, making it watertight and enabling reptiles to live on dry land, in contrast to amphibians. This skin can be protected by scales, scutes, or feathers (which are modified scales). Reptiles shed their skin through a process called ecdysis which occurs continuously throughout their lifetime. Meanwhile birds moult their feathers, usually once or twice a year and not all at once. Reptiles usually have excellent vision, allowing them to detect shapes and motions at long distances. Birds, crocodiles and turtles have three types of photoreceptor, which give them sharp color vision and enables them to see ultraviolet light. Rhynchocephalians and many squamates also have a photosensory organ on the top of their heads called the parietal eye, which cannot form images, but is sensitive to changes in light and dark and can detect movement. Some snakes have extra sets of sensory organs in the form of heat-sensitive pits. Most reptiles possess a nictitating membrane, a translucent third eyelid which is drawn over the eye from the inner corner. In crocodilians, it protects the eyeball surface while allowing for vision underwater. However, many squamates lack eyelids, which are instead replaced by a transparent scale. This is called the brille, and it protects the eyes from dust and dirt. Living reptiles range in size from the Jaragua Dwarf Gecko (Sphaerodactylus ariasae) which can grow up to 17 mm (0.7 in) to the Saltwater Crocodile (Crocodylus porosus) which can reach over 6 m (19.7 ft) in length and weigh over 1,000 kg (2,200 lb).

The earliest known proto-reptiles originated from the Carboniferous period, with the earliest known eureptile ("true reptile") being Hylonomus from the Late Carboniferous. As stated above, Rhynchocephalians first appeared in the Middle Triassic. Megachirella, a stem-squamate, lived in the Middle Triassic as well, though more modern squamates, like Cryptovaranoides, are not seen until the Late Triassic. Turtles are not seen until the Late Jurassic, though stem-group turtles are found from the Middle Jurassic. Pseudosuchians date back to the Early Triassic and dinosaurs to the Late Triassic. However, crocodilians (the last remaining group of pseudosuchians) and birds (the last remaining group of dinosaurs) are both more recent, originating in the Cretaceous.

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For centuries, reptiles and amphibians were treated as the same class of animals, with the words even used interchangeably. It wasn’t until the beginning of the 19th century that it was understood that reptiles and amphibians were very different groups of animal. However, reptiles and amphibians are still studied under the same branch: Herpetology.

Since herbivorous reptiles do not have chewing teeth like mammals, many species swallow rocks and pebbles (called gastroliths or “gizzard stones” in birds) to aid in digestion: The rocks are washed around in the stomach, helping to grind up plant matter. Saltwater Crocodiles also use gastroliths as ballast, stabilizing them in the water or helping them to dive.

Some reptiles are capable of reproducing via parthenogenesis, in which the embryo develops directly from an egg without need for fertilization. The New Mexico Whiptail (Aspidoscelis neomexicanus) is most famous for this, being an all-female species. Other all-female or almost all-female species include the Mourning Gecko (Lepidodactylus lugubris), Indo-pacific Gecko (Hemidactylus garnotii), some other Whiptails (Cnemidophorus), Caucasian Rock Lizards (Darevskia), and the Brahminy Blindsnake (Indotyphlops braminus). While not the primary means of reproduction, parthenogenesis has also been observed occurring in Komodo Dragons (Varanus komodoensis), Argus Monitors (Varanus panoptes), boas, pythons, filesnakes, gartersnakes, pit vipers, Domestic Turkeys (Meleagris gallopavo domesticus), Domestic Chickens (Gallus domesticus), Domestic Pigeons (Columba livia domestica), a California Condor (Gymnogyps californianus), and one American Crocodile (Crocodylus acutus). This most often happens in human care when the reptile does not have access to a male, but it has been observed occurring in the wild as well.

While most birds are well-known for being caring parents, some non-avian reptiles also parent their young. Crocodilians make large nests for their eggs, guard the nests, and then carry the babies in their mouths to the water once they hatch. Male Gharials (Gavialis gangeticus) will guard the nests of communal hatching sites, even taking interest in the juveniles and carrying them around on their back. Pythons incubate their eggs by coiling around them, “shivering” to generate heat. Many rattlesnakes, which give live birth, will stay with their young until their first shed.

Meanwhile, Megapodes are a family of birds that build large mounds to incubate their eggs and then leave them, taking the sea turtle approach. Their chicks eventually dig themselves out of the mounds and are able to run, pursue prey and, in some species, fly on the day they hatch. The Maleo (Macrocephalon maleo) is a megapode which buries its eggs in volcanic soil or sandy beaches, allowing the sun or geothermal energy to incubate its eggs.

Some birds, particularly corvids and parrots, are intelligent to the level of young humans, being able to use tools, solve puzzles, do math, plan for the future, and make decisions as a group.

There’s like a million other things I could say here, but I’d hopefully like to save some for if this class makes it to the next round!

[sweetnxthngs]

[ tom ellis, cis man, he/him ] — whoa! ARCHER ALEXANDER “ALEX” MARLOWE  just stole my cab! not cool, but maybe they needed it more. they have lived in the city for  21 YEARS, working as a/an  LAWYER. that can’t be easy, especially at only 45 YEARS OLD. some people say they can be a little bit HEDONISTIC and MORALLY-GREY, but I know them to be LIONHEARTED and GENEROUS. whatever. I guess I’ll catch the next cab. hope they like the ride back to Manhattan!—character parallels: harvey specter, lucifer morningstar, rafael barba.

wanted connections • pinterest • biography

BASICS

FULL NAME:  Archer Alexander Marlowe 

NICKNAME(S): Archie by his family, Alex by everyone else.

AGE: 45

DATE OF BIRTH:  July 25th 1979

CURRENT LOCATION:  Manhattan, New York City

PLACE OF BIRTH:  London, England

ETHNICITY: Caucasian 

GENDER: cis man

PRONOUNS: he/him

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual

RELIGION: Raised catholic, mostly atheist now. 

LANGUAGES: English, French, Spanish, Italian. 

OCCUPATION:  founding partner at Marlowe and Brady law firm. 

FACECLAIM: Tom Ellis

PHYSICAL TRAITS

HEIGHT: 6’3

WEIGHT: 185 lbs

HAIR COLOR: Dark brown, almost black, now with greys throughout. 

EYE COLOR: Brown

PIERCINGS: none. 

TATTOOS:  none at this time

SCARS|MARKS: he has freckles all over his body. 

SIGNATURE SCENT:  Tom Ford Tobacco Vanille. 

PHOBIAS AND DISEASES

MENTAL ILLNESSES: C-PTSD

PHYSICAL ILLNESSES:

PHOBIAS: 

RELATIONSHIPS

MOTHER:   Eleanor Marie Marlowe (nee Williams)

FATHER:  Charles Edward Marlowe 

CHILDREN: Simone Eleanor Marlowe

SIBLINGS:  June Marlowe (sister)

RELATIONSHIPS:  Ruth St James (mother of his child, college girlfriend)

 PETS:  two cats, named

PERSONALITY

ZODIAC SIGN:  Leo

MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral

FAVORITE FOODS:  the chicken and vodka sauce sandwich from his favorite italian restaurant,   steak salad, lemony greek potatoes, tacos al pastor. 

FAVORITE COLOR:  emerald green. 

LIKES: sitting inside reading a book or watching a film, or working in a thunderstorm,  a good latte, the adrenaline rush when he wins a tough case.

DISLIKES: losing a case,  he has a problem with authority, and organized religion. 

HOBBIES:  he has a large automobile collection, recently bought a motorcycle, works out to relieve anger/anxiety, collects first editions of his favorite books, and loves learning new languages.  Cooking/learning new recipes, and playing piano.

full bio found here.

personality!

alex is a hedonist, always in the pursuit of pleasure, and finds little to feel guilty about. he is what one would call a rake, indulgent, the devil. an incredible shark of a lawyer in a three-piece suit, who loves his job, is heavily involved in the community, philanthropic if not a little bit dirty when need be. his favorite thing is being a dad. lionhearted and generous as all hell, romantic when it's the right person, despite outward appearance.

[yourghastlycloseness]

wikipedia articles sometimes have the best pull quotes

this one’s on lolo ferrari

She had 22 enlargements, which is a Guinness World Record.[9] The Guinness Book of Records (2003) indicates each of her breasts weighed 2.8 kilograms (6.2 lb) and contained three litres of saline.

She wore a specially engineered brassiere. Her brassiere measurements have been given by various sources as 58F,[10] 54G,[11] although these measurements appear false, as breasts of similar size have a bra size of around 36T or 36MMM. The breast implants themselves were reputed to be designed by an engineer who was involved with the design of the Boeing 747.[5]

In interviews, she said about her surgeries, "All this stuff has been because I can't stand life. But it hasn't changed anything" and "I was frightened and I was ashamed; I wanted to change my face, my body, to transform myself. I wanted to die, really."

and these from a guardian article

"For my mouth," she said in 1996, "we removed my Cupid's bow, tucked the mucous membranes up to my nose, and filled my lips with collagen. There's no particularly odd feeling or anything, but I have to put lipsalve on all the time. I adore being operated on. I feel wonderful in clinics. I love the feeling of a general anaesthetic - falling into this black hole and knowing I'm being altered as I sleep."

The breasts went first to 41in, then to 46in. They were desensitised and the skin was stretched nearly to bursting point. Ferrari lived in constant fear, as she mimed her songs and took off her clothes in club after club around Europe, that some madman would jump up on the stage and try to puncture them.

Beyond 46in, it became increasingly hard to find a plastic surgeon willing to take on the job. A couple of years ago, Vigne described the operation that made her a monstrous 54G. "I calculated the volume, the diameter, I drew up the plans and I took them to a guy I know who designs fuselage moulds for the aeronautics industry," he said.

"The designer made the moulds, and I gave them to a prosthetics maker who produced the empty silicone implants. It took a long, long time to find a surgeon willing to perform the operation. He removed the old implants and replaced them with the new. Each one was filled with two litres of serum. A bit later we increased it to three."

Ferrari insisted she was happy with the changes that were made to her body. "Having a big bust comforts me," she told yet another French interviewer. "It makes me more sure of myself. I'm like a transvestite - I've created a femininity that's completely artificial. But I'd like to have even bigger breasts. I can't because there are medical problems - you can't stretch the skin any more."

It frightened her, she said, to think of herself as skin, bone and blood. She wore a ring on every finger and dozens of bracelets and bangles; she painted her long fingernails pink. Her skin was the one thing she couldn't change, so she covered it with jewellery and makeup. If she didn't, she would have anxiety attacks, feeling, she said, that she was suddenly back with her old face.

[nana-kom]

Hi 👋🏻

This is a weight gain ff, so if you don’t like don’t read, this also contain smut.

Happy Meals

It all began when Chan returned to Australia. After finishing his studies in Korea, he had thought for a long time about what he wanted for his career, and finally returning to the city where he'd grown up reassured him. As you can see, Chan had always been a good student, graduating with good marks and with good memories of his university years. However, Chan also hid a lot of his stress, he'd never really managed to calm it down, only to find ways of putting it out of his mind. During his studies, he relieved his stress by taking part in sports, in fact, he had signed up for a swimming team at university, which enabled him to work off his stress and forget about the things stressful in his mind. This was one of the reasons why he decided to return to Sydney to be with his family, believing that living there would calm him down. Together with his sister, he had opened his own production agency, which had been going very well for a few months now and he was happy with his job as a producer. Even so, he hadn't really planned for the stress to stay after his studies, and opening the company had taken up all his time so he could say goodbye to sport. Chan tried various means to relieve his stress, but nothing helped: he just couldn't control it, and all the tension he felt one day ended up in what he ate. Indeed, he began to eat when he was stressed, which made him feel a little better, because during those moments he just thought about the food he was enjoying and not about his everyday problems. The times when he could eat and feel relaxed began to happen more and more often, and these were moments of happiness for him, which he began to call his happy meals. And whenever he felt his stress rising, he would nibble, making him feel better. What's more, Australia offered him a wide choice of food, from burgers and pizzas to pastas and cakes, Chan had fallen in love with eating and had no intention of stopping. Especially since he felt less guilty about putting on weight here and even felt better about his life. Of course, being full every day was a real stress reliever, and all he could think about was the next meal.

So it was that Chan spent his days in Australia, and three years after graduating the slim, athletic, muscular man had totally disappeared and been replaced by a much fatter version of himself. Chan now weighed at least 283 lbs. His belly jiggled every time he walked, his wide thighs only rubbed against each other, his arms could no longer reach his dick without many efforts, and his whole face was coated in fat. Despite the problems this could cause him on a daily basis, Chan was happy all the same. He still had trouble feeling confident about his body in front of people's stares, but he was less stressful in the end. Everything was going well in his job, and he'd even started working from his new apartment so he wouldn't have to move around so much, being fat made him lazy.

This morning, Chan's day began like every morning. He took at least 10 minutes to get out of his bed and sit down before getting up from it, which left him breathless everytime, and then he would wash himself using a shower chair so as not to have to stand for too long. Usually he had breakfast while working but this morning he decided to go to a coffee shop to test new pastries. So he went to the coffee closest to his home held by Changbin who had become his friend as he had been there many times. So he ordered a coffee with milk with sugar and caramel as well as whipped cream, and he added a dozen pastries to his order before going to sit at his table and start working on his computer. After a few minutes someone advanced towards him.

"Chan ? Christopher Bang ? " Then said someone in front of him and he raised his head facing a man his age smiling with freckles on his face. "I don't know if you remember me we were at the same university, Lee Felix !" He said, holding out his hand to him.

"But of course Felix ! We were in the same swimming group!" Chan replied, shaking his hand.

"Yes, exactly! What are you becoming then? May I sit, I would be delighted to hear from you. ”

« Well…yes of course » say Chan and Felix sat in front of him.

Felix couldn't believe his eyes, what had become of the most athletic guy in the university ? He seemed so big that he did not know if the chair would not break under his weight and every part of his body had become big, even his hands and the man who often had the opportunity to wear crop tops to show his abs had breasts. Almost as big as a woman's chest, and when what he had ordered arrived at the table Felix swallowed. No wonder he’s so big. He said to himself, looking at the number of things Chan had ordered, he noticed that he was a little embarrassed when all that food arrived at the table.

"So what do you do for a living Felix?" asked Chan as he began to eat his breakfast.

"Oh well I work in a food agency, I'm on vacation at the moment but otherwise I'm working in Korea! How about you?"

"That must be great, I hope you're blooming, well with my sister we run our own music agency, she's released an album by the way I take care of the rest." he said smiling.

"Yes that’s true, you've always been talented, that's true.....and uh...you...you still swim?" asked Felix, biting his lips.

"No......I...don't really have the time anymore..."

He was a little bit confused at the question but finally Chan was very happy to see Felix again, and felt kinda safe around him. He was kind and didn't seem to judge him for having changed so much. They decided to meet every morning at the coffee shop while Felix was on vacation. Chan didn't mind, quite the opposite, he was quite happy to get out and see someone, as he usually stayed at home. They always met at Changbin's coffee, and Chan noticed that the more the days went by, the more Felix ordered food that he didn't eat and offered Chan to finish (which he didn't refuse). It had become like a routine between the two men, they'd talk, then eat, and Felix would turn around at the counter several times to place orders for Chan, making him so bloated at the end of the meetings. Chan waddled out of the coffee each time, taking breaks to walk to catch his breath because of the number of pastries he had swallowed. Felix was falling more and more under Chan's spell, even though at university he'd already found him handsome, but now he was simply in love with the man who'd gained over 130 lbs in 3 years and seemed to be getting fatter by the day, especially at Felix's side. Not just because of Felix by the way, but because Chan was gorging himself all day, he couldn’t even feel stress anymore because he was too busy thinking about food or about his hunger. He was definitely more happy that way, and Felix made him eat everyday more as he could just so he could be bloated all day. His belly was even more huge the day passing and his ass was so fat, remember when Felix was scared for the chair ? Now Chan was using either the bench either two chairs to maintain his big ass who was one of the biggest part of his body. So on the last evening before Felix returned to Korea, he stopped by Chan's house as Chan had invited him to do a diner for saying good bye and he was determined that something should happen. They eat together on the food Felix had brought, and due to the enormous amount of food Chan had eaten that night (and during the day of course) he could barely stand up from his sofa feeling too full to move. Felix put his hand on his stomach and looked at him.

« You are so beautiful Channie…can I kiss you ? » Felix say shyly.

Chan nodded and Felix start kissing him slowly and gently, Chan lips have still the tasted of food but they were soft. Felix ran his hand over Chan's cheeks and tenderly caressed them, which were so soft and fluffy. Chan's belly, which was swollen from the food Felix had made him eat, still ached, but the kiss relaxed him more than he'd expected, especially with Felix's hand rubbing it tenderly.

« So fat… » Finally say Felix looking at Chan.

« Wh…what ? »

"How could you change so much? Do you spend your days eating?" Chan felt himself getting harder under Felix's words and blushed, shaking his head.

« But…it’s too good… »

« Of course it is, a big boy like you need to eating well. So squishy… » say Felix grabbing Chan belly in his hand. « And I’m sure you will be even bigger when I come back… »

« I just can’t stop eating… »

« How much do you weight Channie ? »

« At least 290… » Felix smile at him.

« Do you think you can reach the 300 during my absence ? » Chan nod his head and Felix kiss him once again.

« Such a good pig… » Chan moans under his word while Felix was actually touching his dick.

« Since how long haven’t you being able to touch yourself ? »

« Too much time…please…makes me cum… »

« Since you’ve been so good yes…my big boy. »

Chan moaned thanks to Felix's caresses and could finally feel pleasure, he let himself go under Felix's touch and finally reached the orgasm in no time since it was so long ago since the last time he could feel a hand on his dick. He was also surprised to feel so breathless even though he hadn't moved and he had to stop a minute to catch his breath and wipe his sweat. It was all too hot and he hadn't expected someone like Felix to enjoy his body, but on his side, with all the time they'd spent together since the start of his vacation, he'd realized that Felix liked him too and of course he was very attracted by Felix. And he had every intention of continuing to be a good boy for him, and of continuing to put on weight for Felix. Especially by the day he wouldn’t be in Australia by his side.

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[daisychainsandbowties]

three body problem ❤-💛-💙 -> LB Lilith-Ava-Bea, always in orbit of each other

i can’t get over it sometimes that those are the colours of their lightsabers but anyway time for a shameless excerpt from my favourite thing i’ve ever written 😌😌 written, in part, because i knew that luminous beings would be dark, plagued by scatterings of light and little else, but i wanted to make it plain as daylight on this tiny planet that there is always peace in the end

orbital mechanics

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the ceiling in their bedroom has a domed viewport that shows the stars, and beatrice watches a bright spot in the impossible distance and remembers what they told her about star nurseries, and what lilith called the three-body problem.

lilith, staring out of the viewport, the abyss of space reflected in her dark eyes.

stars have violent birthplaces. a cloud of dust collapses so completely that it forms a hydrostatic core. a point that draws heat towards itself, growing denser and denser, helplessly eating up everything around it. and then, eventually, it forms a star.

sometimes several stars. they form together.

with her red marker ava drew three circles, colouring them in with a loud squeaking sound that made lilith close her eyes momentarily and sigh.

where three stars become gravitationally bound – caught, shall we say, in one another’s pull – we call them a trapezia. like this one.

the Mantis sat on the edge of the system, where it was safe.

young, by the standard of stars, and incredibly unstable. prone to ejecting parts of itself at high velocities. a trapezia is an example of a three-body problem.

ava laughed.

this problem attempts to predict the motion of three bodies, taking their initial conditions to solve for their subsequent motion.

at this point, ava’s red marker began drawing with proper notation. nothing beatrice could read. just letters to the power of numbers. radical signs and brackets and factoring. some subtraction.

the problem with this problem is that the orbits of three massive bodies quickly become complicated. they seldom repeat their trajectories – after all they are pulling at each other at different times in different places, moving along strange orbits. they compete for the stability of their want without forming a proper hierarchy, as many other systems must. they just careen, wildly, through their space.

it is possible for these stars to collide. it is possible for these stars to be ejected from their system. binary orbits are far simpler, far safer.

there is an inevitability to the three-body problem. lilith said this strangely, and beatrice reached out to take her hand. a violence and a beauty and a tragedy to them. three bodies do not easily exist in this way. or, perhaps it is easy for them. perhaps it is wonderful, and free in its unpredictability, but it is probably doomed.

what could survive against all the laws of physics?