#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

[mejomonster]

Sometimes reddit will hate on anything... I was looking up Three Body Problem themes to see if anyone had written any good articles on its political themes. Ran into a reddit sci fi thread tearing the books to shreds. Calling them badly written. I just?? Do some people not have proper critical reading skills? The answer is probably yes -.-

Valid critiques I saw (though on reddit they got intensified to super negative cause that's how reddit tends to go): 1. Characters exist primarily to move the plot, correct. The author definitely values using characters to tell his story over creating interesting characters for the sake of characters. So calling them cardboard is a fairly valid critique, especially given the characterization is given much less focus than the external plot. However I'd counter... you don't need character focused inner arcs to be good? Obviously? Ray Bradbury wrote characters like this, I loved his stuff. Twilight Zone did, I love that. Also I personally feel Liu writes close character perspective pov, and that adds an intimacy with these characters to make them feel grounded and unique even though they're more like you or me going through world events - human and realistic but not necessarily internally going through huge internal development specifically because of some world event (although his core characters do actually go through some decent internal arcs in my opinion). And I think he's aware of characterization as important, as in The Dark Forest his whole section about writing a novel and making a character who is alive in their own right? So fascinating and very interesting from the perspective of what it means to write. Both to interpret the author Liu and the character who made the written girl Within that arc. The writer man was going through some internal stuff all right... if a reader can't understand that without being explicitly told the guys emotions and fears and evolution then like... damn get better at reading? Please? They complained about poor writing in TBP but then also can't understand the elements of the story that aren't explicitly stated, such as emotional arcs and internal biases and feelings. A lot of the reddit reviewers could understand Ye Wenjie slightly, no doubt because the narrative has her EXPLICITLY say she hates humanity after hundreds of pages of obviously implying her fear and pain from page 1 (which I am guessing they needed that level of intense hammering to understand her?), and then the explicit sci fi ideas portion of the plot. I feel like... a lot of the humans grappling personally and as a species was not noticed by some readers. Also... as stated explicitly in Lius book notes: the books main characters are humanity and trisolaris! So of course humanity as individual characters feels lacking in the story! It's cause the sum of them depicts the main character of HUMANITY going through some shit. But something tells me the reddit reviewers who flamed TBP intensely just... definitely did not interpret the book as "main character humanity." -.-

Another fair critique they hammered to 11: that the sci fi mentioned in it is basic. That is true, a lot of the ideas in it aren't even science fiction theyre just basic science fact or one layer fiction into "What if." For me? That was enjoyable. A very Person of Interest qpproach where it feels like it could happen now in reality, which gave the story a grounded feeling in real political and social reality. Which the political UN elements and Space Force elements complimented. It also felt a bit like The 100 in that science mind blowing ideas isn't the point, the point is contemplating how humanity acts during problems. Which is relevant now to us due to global warming and always was and will be relevant to humanity and the world wide problems we face. So yeah, TBP is not the book to find uniquely mind blowing new ideas to contemplate in science future. But it does utilize some more common science fact and fiction ideas to explore humanity's nature and capacity for healing and hurting. Which is similar to Star Trek, The 100, and Person of Interests way of handling sci fi concepts. So it's a take it or leave it, because fair enough the topics aren't anything new. The only unique thing (maybe) I think this book does is really keep going with science instead of stopping at 1 single idea. But I think many novels do this, and TBP still only focuses on a few related science ideas so it stays relatively small scale in scope of exploration. It's ideas about human society and political response is more broad I think (again why it slightly reminds me of The 100).

Then of course, beyond cardboard characters and boring basic sci fi ideas... some people complained it was badly written. Goddamn... I must have a wildly different taste in writing. I wonder if these reviewers also hate Haruki Murakamis writing style? They'd definitely hate mine to bits! Mine is all biased close character pov and meaning/emptions implied and needing to be figured out oneself through interpreting the biased narrative and figuring out the truth not being directly said. I personally loved the writing style. I see critiques of his characters being somewhat basic, and overall plot structure being not ideal, as quite valid depending on the reader (if you interpret each character individually instead of as the whole "humanity" character the author intended then yeah the characters aren't much as they weren't intended to be, and the plot structure reminds me of webnovels which do wind and meander to degrees structurally lol). But actual style? What the fuck did some sci fi readers want??? Really thick paragraphs??? I have no idea. I have no idea how anyone read the chapter from the point of view of an ant and didn't think that was amazing and beautiful. I don't know how people read Lius use of nature imagery to depict people's emotions and felt the writing had no art to it and was too terse. I can only guess, again, somecpeople just cannot grasp a thing UNLESS it's EXPLICITLY said to them "he was heartbroken" rather than grasping from an imagery like "he looked at the sky turning red as the sun sank beneath the horizon" that oh I don't know maybe the character emotionally IS GOING DOWN TOO. BASIC SKILLS.... basic skills... I think the issue is partly that some reviewers have lacking critical reading and literary analysis skills tbh. I absolutely love Lius writing style. If it wasn't enjoyable and emotionally driven I wouldn't be able to read it lol.

I just. It's so funny to me how wildly different people can interpret stuff.

I fucking loved reading The Three Body problem, highly recommend if you have similar tastes to me. Friends, I'd love to know what yall thought of its artistic quality. Cause dang ToT

[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.

[glitterpensupremacy]

Alright lads (gender neutral), time to start some controversy.

Totally normal and unoriginal take: I think Marinette and Adrien are relatively equal in physical strength. (Not who would win in a fight, the show has shown multiple times that it would be LB, I’m just saying realistically, in terms of exerting one’s muscles).

I often hear arguments that Marinette would be super strong due to being Ladybug, but the same should apply to Adrien, right? Sure he gets blipped out of some fights, but there’s also plenty of fights where he’s present (still physically active) but mind-controlled by the villain of the week. Furthermore, there’s plenty of episodes where Chat Noir has to hold off the villain while Ladybug focuses on problem solving (which requires a lot less physical exertion). Therefore, if Marinette is strong because she’s Ladybug, that alone cannot justify her being stronger than Adrien due to him also being a superhero (her being stronger than her usually-civilian classmates however, I can easily get behind).

I suppose if we’re using the argument that she’s stronger due to doing things like lifting bags of flour in the bakery, then maybe, but the show only has her occasionally helping her parents in the bakery (not that it’s her fault she has other stuff to do, just saying that it doesn’t fully work as a reason for her being physically stronger), and even then it’s usually managing the counter and sometimes baking some of the goods.

There’s also technically the diet factor, as people will say that she’s stronger due to getting to eat normal foods that build muscles better, while Adrien eats smaller meals due to being a model. However, from personal experience (I have a pretty unimpressive diet and sometimes forget to eat three meals a day), my scrawny noodle arms can lift a surprisingly amount to most people, so I don’t think his diet would keep him from being able to do muscle-intensive activities. If anything, I maintain that Marinette and Adrien would have equal physical abilities, Marinette would have more muscle mass (if they didn’t insist on giving her toothpick arms to be more marketable), but Adrien’s muscles would be more pronounced/defined (skinny people’s muscles usually stick out more due to having low amounts of body fat).

On the one hand, I get the “haha little girl wearing pink is actually an absolute unit and stronger than all the boys” joke, but on the other hand, I think I find the “supermodel is actually as strong as baker” joke even funnier. (Like you mean to tell me that the class would underestimate Marinette, their over-achieving “everyday Ladybug”/class rep, more than Adrien, that one rich boy they’ve known for less than a year and constantly typecast as a helpless damsel in distress? I don’t think so.)

[losingabs2000]

Diary of a Future Dad Bod

As a lover of WG stories, with the help of one of the AI apps, here is a story!

Diary Entry - Day 1:

Today marks the beginning of a new journey for me. I've always been on the slimmer side, but I've decided to hit the gym and transform my body. It's time to add some muscle and sculpt the physique I've always desired. I've taken my initial measurements as a starting point:

Weight: 160 lbs

Chest: 38 inches

Waist: 30 inches

Biceps: 12 inches

I've started a workout routine focusing on strength training and weightlifting. I'm excited to see how my body responds to the challenge.

Diary Entry - Day 30:

It's been a month since I started hitting the gym regularly, and I can already notice some changes. My muscles feel firmer, and my strength has increased significantly. My dedication is paying off.

Weight: 165 lbs

Chest: 40 inches

Waist: 31 inches

Biceps: 13 inches

I've had to tighten my belt a notch as my waist seems to be filling out slightly. My shirts are starting to fit better, especially around the chest and shoulders. It's a small victory, but it's motivating me to keep pushing harder.

Diary Entry - Day 60:

Two months in, and I'm amazed at the progress I've made. My muscles are growing, and my body is transforming. I've gained some weight, but it's a healthy weight gain that's reflecting in my physique.

Weight: 175 lbs

Chest: 42 inches

Waist: 32 inches

Biceps: 14 inches

I've had to invest in new clothes as my old ones are becoming a bit snug around the arms and chest. It's a great feeling to see the shirts stretch around my muscles. The transformation is becoming more apparent, and I'm proud of the changes I've made.

Diary Entry - Day 90:

Three months of dedication and hard work have resulted in a significant transformation. I've become beefy, sporting a dad bod style body with well-defined muscles. My efforts in the gym are paying off in ways I never imagined.

Weight: 185 lbs

Chest: 44 inches

Waist: 33 inches

Biceps: 15 inches

My clothes no longer fit the same way they used to. My shirts are snug around the chest and shoulders, and my jeans feel tighter around the thighs. It's a good problem to have. I'm enjoying this new look, and the compliments I receive from friends and family are a constant reminder of my progress.

Diary Entry - Day 120:

Four months of consistent training have transformed my body beyond my wildest expectations. I'm now sporting a muscular physique, and I feel more confident than ever before. My body continues to change, and I'm embracing every bit of it.

Weight: 195 lbs

Chest: 46 inches

Waist: 34 inches

Biceps: 16 inches

Finding clothes that fit well has become a bit of a challenge. I need larger sizes to accommodate my muscular build. The sleeves of my shirts hug my biceps tightly, and my pants now require a wider waistline. It's a constant reminder of the progress I've made and the effort I've put in.

Diary Entry - Day 150:

Today, I reflect on the remarkable journey I've undertaken. I've reached my desired goal, and I couldn't be happier with my dad bod style body. My muscles are bigger and more defined than ever, and I've gained a sense of self-confidence I never had before.

Weight: 200 lbs

Chest: 48 inches

Waist: 35 inches

Biceps: 17 inches

Shopping for clothes has become a whole new experience for me. Finding clothes that fit my muscular frame has become a priority. Shirts that used to hang loosely on me now accentuate my chest and arms, while pants require a larger waist size to accommodate my muscular thighs. It's a constant reminder of the progress I've made and the transformation my body has undergone.

Diary Entry - Day 180:

Six months have passed since I began this incredible fitness journey, and the changes are nothing short of remarkable. My body has settled into its new shape, maintaining a balanced combination of muscle and a touch of fat that gives me the desired dad bod style.

Weight: 200 lbs (maintained)

Chest: 48 inches (maintained)

Waist: 35 inches (maintained)

Biceps: 17 inches (maintained)

I'm amazed at how my body has adapted to this new lifestyle. The once-loose shirts now cling to my well-developed chest and arms, showcasing the results of my hard work at the gym. Even my jeans have taken on a different look, hugging my legs snugly and highlighting the muscular definition.

Diary Entry - Day 210:

Nine months into my fitness journey, and I continue to feel proud of my body's transformation. The combination of muscle and a little extra weight has given me a sturdy, strong appearance. I embrace my dad bod style with confidence.

Weight: 205 lbs

Chest: 49 inches

Waist: 36 inches

Biceps: 18 inches

My wardrobe has seen a complete overhaul. Gone are the days of fitted shirts and slim-cut pants. Now, I opt for looser-fitting clothes that flatter my muscular physique. It's a different style, but one that suits me perfectly.

Diary Entry - Day 240:

Almost a year has passed since I embarked on this journey, and I couldn't be happier with the results. My dad bod style body is a testament to the hard work and dedication I've put into shaping myself.

Weight: 205 lbs (maintained)

Chest: 49 inches (maintained)

Waist: 36 inches (maintained)

Biceps: 18 inches (maintained)

My clothing choices have evolved along with my body. I've learned how to embrace my muscular build while maintaining comfort and style. It's amazing how clothes can become an expression of one's journey and confidence.

Diary Entry - Day 365:

As I reflect on the past year, I am grateful for the changes I've experienced. From a skinny frame to a muscular dad bod, my body has become a symbol of my determination and perseverance. The journey continues, and I look forward to new fitness goals and further exploration of my newfound confidence.

Weight: 205 lbs (maintained)

Chest: 49 inches (maintained)

Waist: 36 inches (maintained)

Biceps: 18 inches (maintained)

Remember, transformation is a continuous process, and I'm excited to see where the next chapter takes me.

[fagcrisis]

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

[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.

[lonestarflight]

Space Shuttle Development, Phase B: North American Rockwell and General Dynamics B9U/NAR-161-B

North American and General Dynamics B9U / NAR-161-B proposed their final Phase B shuttle proposal on June 25, 1971.

"The fully reusable 'B9U / NAR-161-B' configuration would now weigh 2,290t at liftoff vs. the Phase-A limit of 1,587t and the total estimated cost of the development project had doubled, to almost $10 billion. The thrust of the space shuttle main engines had to be increased from 1,850KN to 2,450KN. Part of the problem was the shuttle now would have to be a much more versatile and capable vehicle than originally anticipated, since the space station and the manned lunar/planetary program evaporated in 1970. Critics in Congress contended that it was 'a project searching for a mission.' As a result, the new space transportation system was instead increasingly being promoted as a low-cost 'space truck' for unmanned NASA & USAF satellites."

"The North American Rockwell 'NAR-161-B' orbiter was designed for carrying a crew of two plus up to ten passengers in the forward crew module. Note the four deployable landing jet engines on top of the vehicle; NASA was planning to use modified F-15 or B-1B aircraft jet engines on some missions and for ferry flights from test sites or alternative landing fields. But the jets would be omitted for heavy-lift missions since the additional weight greatly reduced the shuttle's payload capability. The thermal protection system was based on silica tiles. The blended wing/body design was chosen for uniform load distribution. It would have produced a 2300-kilometer crossrange capability to satisfy USAF reentry requirements; North American also decided to replace the wingtip fins with a single vertical tail. The 2,450KN main engine thrust upgrade was motivated in part by the need to have a single engine-out abort capability. Analysis showed that the orbiter still would be able to return to the launch site after a single orbit in case one of its two main engines failed during ascent, but only if the engines were powerful enough. Unlike McDonnell-Douglas (who proposed to use RL-10s), North American favored a brand new oxygen/hydrogen 45KN-thrust orbital maneuvering system (OMS) engines. Three OMS engines would have been carried for orbit insertion, orbital changes and the de-orbit burn."

"General Dynamics' final 'B9U' booster design differed considerably from the earlier straight-wing 'B8D' concept. The landing jets were moved from the nose back to the delta wing in order to reduce the launch drag & heating effects and to minimize the jet engine exhaust effects on stability, control and drag. General Dynamics felt the delta wing would provide better stability & control over the entire flight regime than the B8's straight wing. It would also create more room for the main landing gear and jet engine installation. The gross liftoff mass was 1,886.2t including a jet fuel load of 62.2t for the 850km flight back to the launch site. The high staging velocity (3300m/s) and altitude (73.8km) created some problems since the booster would have to be very large, require a relatively advanced thermal protection system and carry lots of jet fuel for the return flight. The contractors also examined downrange landing sites or in-flight propellant transfer in order to reduce the amount of booster jet fuel. NASA also seriously considered a proposal to use gaseous hydrogen rather than jet fuel since it would have saved thousands of kilograms, but decided against the idea in the end since it would have increased the technical risk."

North American Rockwell Phase-B shuttle orbiter docks with modular space station.

"Payload capability (without landing jets): 29,484kg into a 185km 28.5 deg. Orbit; 18,144kg into a 185km 90 deg. polar orbit; 11,340kg into a 500km 55 deg. orbit with landing jets installed on orbiter and 20,411kg without landing engines.

Cost per mission: $100-200/lb. [1970 rates] or $950-$1900/kg in 1999. 75 missions/year max. Space station rescue mission capability within 48 hours of emergency call.

Liftoff Thrust: 2,606,810 kgf. Total Mass: 2,188,488 kg. Core Diameter: 10.4 m. Total Length: 98.0 m.

Stage Number: 1. 1 x Shuttle R134C-1 Gross Mass: 1,886,200 kg. Empty Mass: 290,000 kg. Thrust: 29,370-32,233.575 KN. Isp: 442 sec. Burn time: 209 sec. Isp(sl): 392 sec. Diameter: 10.4 m. Span: 43.9 m. Length: 82 m. Propellants: Lox/LH2 No Engines: 12. SSME Study

Stage Number: 2. 1 x Shuttle R134C-2 Gross Mass: 383,260 kg. Empty Mass: 121,560 kg. Thrust (vac): 5,624.8 KN. Isp: 459 sec. Burn time: 264 sec. Isp(sl): 359 sec. Diameter: 4.6 m. Span: 32.6 m. Length: 62.8 m. Propellants: Lox/LH2 No Engines: 2. SSME Study

- information from "INTRODUCTION TO FUTURE LAUNCH VEHICLE PLANS [1963-2001]" by Marcus Lindroos: link

SDASM Archives: 08_00941, 08_00943, 08_00944

Mike Acs's Collection: link, link

Numbers Station: link, link, link, link, link

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Boeing image: 71SV13043

[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?

[relastelvanni]

📖 2022

The week leading up to Christmas 2021, I was unwell. I was feeling very fatigued and burnt out as we all were. There wasn’t a lot of sun so I was likely Vitamin D deficient, right? Also I somehow lost 10 lbs between October and December without trying which didn’t match what I was eating - probably stress? Oh, but I feel really thirsty, and I can’t seem to quench it… that’s an odd symptom I can’t explain with burnout. It was that symptom that made me test my fasting blood sugars and sure enough, they were way over into diabetic levels.

🚨

On Hogmanay as I rushed to get my booster before the bells, I also went to the GP as an emergency for my blood test. The results came back and my GP wanted to talk urgently. On Jan 5th I was officially diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes and put onto metformin straight away. This began a whirlwind of a year.

On the outside I seemed calm, on the inside I was a ball of emotion, but mostly shame. Shame that after years of warnings this could happen, I had to tell people what had happened. I felt guilt for making people around me worry for my health. I wanted to prove to everyone that I was okay and they didn’t have to worry about me. Maybe not a healthy attitude to take but from the moment I left that Doctor’s surgery and took a 2.5 mile walk home, I decided I was going for remission, end of.

I immediately went on a low carb diet of 130g of carbs a day and stuck to it religiously, I did not break 130g or tried not to. No cheat days, no snacking. Again, perhaps not the healthiest thing to do but I couldn’t bring myself to eat high carbs again. I started walking a lot more, walking three miles home from work in the winter. I went swimming, I got a bike through the cycle to work scheme. But most of all was the diet. It was tough and there were times I felt like crying. But my head told me “I put myself in this situation, you don’t deserve sympathy”. Urgh, silly head.

But despite that negative mindset, the physical side improved quickly. My sugars fell rapidly most importantly and as a by-product, I lost 15 lbs in the first month, followed by another 15 lbs in the second, starting at 255 lbs and ending March around 210.

Now those who know me will know I had no problem with my weight before - I was very happy as a chubby person because I went on a journey over the past few years of learning to love my body, throw off the shame I held against my body and show it off at the beach and the pool etc. So the weight loss for me was such a sudden shift in mindset too. I was back very quickly to a body I had before I learned to love my body… and societal pressure came back. That’s been a struggle this year is loving my new body without need for validation externally.

But in terms of the diabetes, by the end of March, I had my hbA1c checked again… and I was no longer diabetic! I had managed, with the tablets, to get the diabetes into remission. I can’t tell you how proud I am to have got to this point. All the hard work and hardship I put my mental state through was worth the result.

Over the next three months I relaxed the diet a wee bit and let myself eat a little more, but no where near the levels I was at before. My weight finally stabilised at around 180 lbs which is where I’m at now, meaning in total from max weight, I’ve lost 85 lbs in the last year. But more importantly, at the end of June, my HbA1c was still at a non diabetic level, this time without medication.

Since June, my weight has been stable, my sugars are still down, I’ve taken up badminton 2-3 times a week to keep me active physically (and mentally too). I feel fantastic physically and I’m so happy I’ve managed to turn around the diabetes. I still need to work on my mental state and work on some of those troublesome feelings I had at the start of the year as well as others. But aye, long post, but I’m still here, still going. Hopefully 2023 I’ll stay in remission. All the best to everyone 💛

[emiliosandozsequence]

already i can tell this is going to be a better book than tv show

[mejomonster]

I'm such a nerd. I'm so into this contemplation of if physics rules exist at all that the books going for now.

Also, in another life (or who knows maybe in 10 years in my own) I could be Wang Miao, which may make his pov hit me more intimately than it ought to. I also did what he did while liking art on the side, I also focused more on practical and problem solving rather than theoretical whys.

Also. I'm very curious of the authors science background.

[tobiasdrake]

We're back in the lab. But this time, we have breathing room to look around.

Not sure how much there is to notice that we didn't before, but let's begin with Huesca's corpse.

Fink wanted to be thorough. He took Huesca from behind and stabbed him, then yanked the knife out and stabbed him again, then again for good measure.

This feels more emotional than professional. Fink's a legendary hitman. I'd expect a cleaner kill than this from a pro. He had total control, right? Huesca was trapped in a room with him, seemed to have no means by which to fight back, and was begging us on the monitor to come save him.

So. Like. Fink had complete autonomy to conduct this kill however he liked. Full control of the situation. He could, I don't know, slit Huesca's throat and walk away. He went for gratuitous repeated stabbings, drawing it out and making it hurt.

That tells me that either the client specified that they wanted Huesca to suffer or this was personal for Fink.

Wish we could turn him over and see what the front of the body looks like.

It also has an F engraved on it. Fink carries his own custom signature knives and I guess he leaves them at the scene every time he takes a life. He left one with Yakou too.

Oh, by all means. Please turn him over. I want to see if there are even more stab wounds on his front. That's a ton of blood pooling under his chest, after all, so it's possible Fink stabbed him even more times than what we can see here.

CHOKE ON YOUR TONGUE. I hope Yomi has you crushed into a cube. Fuckers obstructing my investigation.

"Hey, why don't we pilfer the crime scene and sell stuff on eBay?"

"HOW DARE YOU. I refuse to go along with that! Unless I get a cut of the profits. 50/50 bay-bee!"

Ladies, gentlemen, and everything inbetween: I present to you Kanai Ward's finest boys in blue.

Not much new evidence to be found at the doc's corpse. Which is unsurprising. Until we can see the front, the facts on display were plain at a glance.

Oh, look at that. Fink left a bootprint on Ama-Pal's head when he knocked it over. Gonna go out on a limb and say he probably jumped on its head.

Ama-Pal's built pretty sturdy. The ads over-hype it and say that it can withstand being stepped on by an elephant (!!!) but that's a marketing lie. Its load capacity is 100 kg of force. That's 220 lbs if you're using dirty American conversion units, or 338.5 Furbies.

Knocking Ama-Pal over implies that Fink managed to hit Ama-Pal with 338.5 Furbies of force. It's also interesting for another reason.

An elephant weighs upwards of 9,000 to 20,000 Furbies. If I'd just seen the ads saying "Ama-Pal can handle being stepped on by an elephant, NO PROBLEM!" I would not be confident in my ability to punt the thing. The only people who knew Ama-Pal could be knocked over like this are Amaterasu insiders.

Then again, given the placement of that bootprint, we don't know that Fink knew that. It's possible that he was trying to Mario Hop across Ama-Pal and into the Panel Room to conduct his disappearance. That he wound up knocking Ama-Pal over may have been a mistake.

Yet another vent, this time along the ceiling. But these vents, like the ones in the panel room, are inaccessible. Fink did not enter (loudly, boomingly) through the ducts.

That's what everyone else has been telling us too. Lot of people would want to stab him many, many times to draw it out and make it hurt.

Wait, the big project he was so mad about, which may or may not be related to homunculus research, was three years ago? That coincides with Makoto's arrival to Amaterasu and Kanai Ward, when Makoto wowed everyone with his big project and got fast-tracked to CEO in spite of Yomi being groomed for the position.

Also coincides with the arrival of the Forever Rain, which I suspect was Makoto's project. Makoto said there's rumors that Huesca was conspiring against him. Can't imagine why the old bastard might have held a grudge.

Oh shit, that's why he threw a fuss at Makoto about, "I'M NOT GONNA TALK TO SOME SHITSTAIN IN A MASK!" He can't interpret what you're saying if your mouth is concealed.

That seems super obvious in hindsight. I can't believer I missed that. I wrote it off as him just being an asshole, 'cause of how much of an asshole he is. That was terribly ableist of me.

This also has implications about when he suddenly reacted to his killer's presence. Fink could have been making all kinds of noise in this room and Huesca wouldn't have noticed. His attention was on us. He wouldn't realize there was someone in the room with him until Fink entered his peripheral vision.

Makes me wonder how the intercom buzzer works, though. Huesca can't stand the buzzer. Makoto demonstrated that after he hung up. By jamming the intercom buzzer over and over and over again, he was able to force Huesca to come back to the call.

I wonder what that looks like from this end. Does it have a flashing light or something attached to it?

That's not what Makoto thought he was planning. So Peacekeeper rumors say he wanted to run while Makoto thinks he was conspiring against him. Sounds like he was up to something but nobody's too sure of what.

After Bestie tried to honey-trap him with hilarious results, he said he wanted to step out for a supply run. He trusted us to keep him safe, but not Yomi's Peacekeepers. If he was conspiring to flee Kanai Ward, it makes sense why he wouldn't feel comfortable around those thugs.

Not sure how that's going to be relevant to our case, but we'll keep it in mind. The most unassuming of clues are often the most important.

Including a sketch of what appears to be sulfuric acid being chucked all over some poor schmuck. Well, we know the doc was bloodthirsty from how eager he was to see his trap chambers kill someone.

That was his big plan for escape. He was going to stroll out the door while carrying a big jug of sulfuric acid. Anyone who tried to stop him would get an acid to the face surprise!

When you're too much of a bastard for pocket sand, there is always pocket acid.

So, in theory, he did have a means of self-defense in here. It's unconventional but it would be possible. Of course, trying to uncork a bottle of sulfuric acid, presently in a fridge, while an assassin's stabbing you to death would be supremely difficult.

Man, it would suck if the Forever Rain turned into sulfuric acid. Don't know what made me think of that just now, but wow. Can you imagine how awful that would be?

For real, though, who did he want to acid-ball? Makoto? Slap him in the face with some pocket acid on the way out the door? Hm. This feels super important but I don't know what to do with it.

Curses! A screensaver! MY ONLY WEAKNESS!

For real, though. As someone who works in the financial industry? This is why banks make a huge fucking deal about manually locking your workstation whenever you leave it. One of my unofficial responsibilities when I used to work for a major financial lender was to use a handy-dandy desktop keyboard-shortcut I knew to flip people's screens upside-down if they didn't lock their workstation. Then they'd have to come to me and my boss to get it flipped back, and get grilled on why they didn't lock their workstation.

It's because of this. Exactly this. To keep confidential data secure from passing-by optic grazing. You don't even need to suspiciously sit down at someone's workstation if they left their screen up with confidential data on it.

There are hiding spots, but they're places that would only conceal you from certain angles. That said, Doc was deaf so there's some leeway on offer there.

But honestly, there isn't much reason to hide. It's an enclosed chamber. Just you, your victim, and the knife in your hand. No reason Fink wouldn't come right out and start stabbing as soon as he entered the room.

Why put off until twenty minutes from now what you can stab right now? Not like giving it some time will change the circumstances any, right?

...well, I was hoping those two chuckleheads would move the body by the time I finished the investigation but it looks like that's not happening. Really want to know if there are more stab wounds. I suppose it doesn't matter if there are; It would only corroborate what I already suspect. But I want that corroboration!

Next time I see Yomi, I'm filing a formal complaint.

[bihansthot]

It’s been a min since I complained about medical BS, so I have to see this absolute idiot of a doctor who is supposedly an infectious disease specialist for my CMV infection. This dumb bitch forgot to order labs for me to get done, so she has no way to check the level of the CMV left in my body and I couldn’t do anything about it because no orders = no labs/blood work. So I had to wake up super early, drive 20 mins to the clinic only to find out this bitch forgot to put in my order. The real kicker is my nurse coordinator (the one who works with my cardiologist) sent her not one, not two but three separate reminders that they were no longer requiring me to get labs until July and that if she wanted additional testing she would have to provide the orders herself. I just cannot with this woman, I’ve talked about it before but I have a real problem with doctors or medical professionals in general who are stupider than I am. I’m supposed to have a follow up video appointment, which she rescheduled without even calling to ask if I was available on the new day and time, and I do not have the patience to deal with her. I’m sure she’s going to give me attitude for not getting the test results for her but I mean there’s nothing I can do about that, I can’t order my own lab work. The phlebotomist even tried calling her office this morning to get her to send over the orders but there was no answer. Excellent doctor 10/10 🙄 I’m just so done.

On the plus side I got another WIP image of my self ship commission and I’m super excited about it. I wish I had more money though and could commission multiple artists because there are just so many talented artists out there. I’ve also been itching to maybe get back to drawing myself but all I can really do is faces, anatomy is really hard and I’m not a trained artist so I never learned it. Maybe I’ll write something instead? More likely I will spend the afternoon on picrew and make a dump post later 🤣

Unrelated to my previous rambling it sounds like there’s a new dog in the building? They have been very vocal and Denny has been running around looking for them. It’s really cute he’s like “Mom! Mom! There’s another pupper here! Where are they? Can we play?!” It sounds like a smaller dog which might be good for Denny since he tends to get scared and easily intimidated by bigger dogs (even though he’s 85 lbs). Maybe he’ll have a new friend 🥰

[elysian-noctuary]

Masoko Tomomi bio

THINGS / ASKS / HC / THREADS / MUSINGS

BASICS

Name: Tomomi Masoko

Ethnic background: Japanese

Nickname(s): Tiger woman

Age: 32

Height: 5'9"

Weight: 140 lbs

Species: Human

Sex and pronouns: Female (She/Her)

Birthday: October 12th

Orientation: Bisexual

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Masoko is a fairly tall woman. She has light skin, long bleached hair with dark brown roots, and piercing gold eyes that can stare daggers into your soul. There is a beauty spot on the apple of her left cheek under her eye.

Usually, she will never be seen without her round, light sunglasses and leather cropped jacket.

TATTOOS – Masoko tries to conceal her tattoos as much as possible, but she has to have them for her technique. She has a tiger in the center of her back along her spine, daggers and bottles of poison on her left forearm, the great wave on her left shoulder. More to come.

PERSONALITY

Masoko is a very strong individual. She won't take kindly to others insisting they help with a problem of hers-- she will most likely take it as an insult, and refuse anything from the person for a long time. Despite her upbringing and appearance, she is quite kind, thoughtful, and willing to risk her life for people who are weaker than her.

She has a heart behind the frightening eyes of a tiger, and is willing to take anyone under her wing if they are truly in need.

CURSED TECHNIQUE

CURSED INK – Masoko is able to control the tattoos that have been put onto her body through curse-infused ink. Whether it be a depiction of a sentient creature or an object, she can bring it out and use it as an ally, or aid in her fights.

INK PENS -- Masoko has special pens filled with her cursed ink she can lend to certain individuals she trusts. She has three tattoos that she can transfer to a person if they have possession of her pens. Once she transfers one of the tattoos to a person, they can imbue her pen with their own cursed energy to activate her technique. Once the technique is released, the tattoo on the person will fade, and cease use of the pen as the tattoo fades back onto Masoko's body.

BACKSTORY

The Tomomi clan created a small sect of followers over the years as they perfected their technique of cursed ink. While they built up their technique and strengthened it over time, their name became something to be wary of. How they gathered the ink to use was never a good thing-- manipulating other humans to turn them into curses, draining them of their essence to imbue into ink stones and ink wells. Once people outside of the Tomomi clan found out how they obtain their ink, they were shunned from the rest of the villages they were a part of. In turn, the Tomomis began a small ring that held ties with the Yakuza.

Even if they themselves didn't hold a miraculous amount of power within the Jujustu world, the Tomomis were held in regard to their criminal activities. With a lot of traditions held, their family heavily discouraged women going for a position of power, both in and outside of their secret worlds. Masoko, being one of the very few members who held the cursed ink sigil, thought otherwise.

Masoko caused her family a ton of grief when she learned she was one of the bearers of the cursed ink users. She fought them every chance she got to prove them wrong, often landing her with tons of bruises and threats on her life if she didn't comply with their commands.

At the age of 16, Masoko left without a word and joined Jujustu high in Tokyo where she met a small group of people who barely knew her name. She grew extremely fond of the unbreakable bonds she made with her friend, Shohei Hanagaki.

Years had gone by when her and her ragtag group of friends graduated, Masoko found out about her best friend's passing, and his son being abandoned in the states. She was 26 when she legally adopted Adrian Hanagaki at the age of 16.

From there, Masoko helped Adrian adapt to his new setting and life, and she will defend him even if she dies for it.

TRIVIA

Masoko was an underclassmen when she met Adrian’s father.

When it comes to Adrian, she never liked it when he was formal with her; she always demanded that he call her by her given name, Masoko, instead of Tomomi-san.

Her anime/manga faceclaim is Noah Austin from Windbreaker.