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Enhancing Safety in the Mining Industry: The Role of Advanced Telematics Solutions

The mining industry faces significant challenges in ensuring the safety of its workforce amidst hazardous working conditions and complex operational environments. Despite stringent safety regulations and protocols, accidents and incidents continue to pose risks to personnel and assets. In this context, the adoption of advanced telematics solutions emerges as a critical strategy to enhance safety standards and mitigate risks within mining operations.

In this article, we will discuss the role of telematics technology, its key features, applications, and benefits in the mining industry.

Understanding the Role of Telematics Technology in the Mining Industry

Telematics systems employ a combination of hardware and software components to collect, transmit, and analyse data from vehicles and assets in real-time. The GPS tracking devices installed in vehicles capture location coordinates, speed, and route information, which is transmitted to a centralised platform via cellular or satellite networks. In addition, onboard sensors and diagnostics systems monitor vehicle performance metrics such as engine health, fuel consumption, and maintenance status.

This data is then processed and analysed using advanced algorithms and fleet telematic analytics tools to generate actionable insights and performance reports for fleet managers and stakeholders. By providing visibility into key operational parameters and safety metrics, mining telematics systems enable mining companies to proactively identify risks, implement preventive measures, and optimise resource allocation to enhance safety and efficiency across their operations.

Key Features of Telematics Fleet Management System for Mining Operations

Live Location Tracking: Track the real-time location of vehicles and equipment, enabling better fleet management and resource allocation.

Rash Driving Alerts: Receive alerts for instances of aggressive or unsafe driving behaviour, allowing for immediate intervention and corrective action.

Accident Detection: Detect accidents or collisions as they occur, enabling rapid response and assistance to affected personnel.

Autonomous Emergency Braking (AEB): Automatically apply brakes in emergency situations to prevent or mitigate collisions, enhancing overall safety on the road.

Tailgating Detection: Identify instances of tailgating, a common cause of accidents, and alert drivers to maintain safe following distances.

Overspeeding Monitoring: Monitor vehicle speed in real-time and receive alerts for instances of speeding, helping to prevent accidents and ensure compliance with safety regulations.

Drowsiness Detection: Detects signs of driver drowsiness or fatigue and provides timely alerts to prevent accidents caused by impaired alertness.

Distraction Monitoring: Monitor driver attentiveness and detect distractions such as mobile phone usage or inattentiveness, reducing the risk of accidents due to driver distraction.

Application of Telematics in the Mining Industry

Enhanced Driving Behavior Insights

Gain comprehensive insights into driving behaviour, empowering mining companies to identify and address unsafe practices effectively. By analysing factors such as speed, acceleration, and braking, organisations can develop targeted strategies to promote safer driving habits among their workforce.

Access to Incident Videos

Access to incident videos in real-time facilitates prompt response and investigation of accidents or incidents within mining operations. This capability enhances safety protocols by enabling timely review and analysis, ultimately contributing to the development of more robust risk management strategies.

Fleet Performance Optimization

Utilise data analytics to optimise fleet performance and efficiency in mining operations. By leveraging insights derived from telemetric fleet management systems, organisations can identify areas of inefficiency and implement corrective measures to reduce operational costs and enhance productivity across their fleet.

Benefits of Using Telematics in Mining Operations

Telematics technology finds various benefits in mining operations, contributing to enhanced safety, efficiency, and productivity. Some key benefits include:

Fleet Management: Telematics systems enable real-time vehicle tracking and equipment, allowing managers to monitor their location, speed, and status. This ensures efficient fleet management, optimal asset utilisation, and timely maintenance scheduling.

Remote Monitoring: Telematics enables remote monitoring of equipment performance and health, including engine diagnostics, fuel consumption, and maintenance alerts. This proactive approach helps prevent unexpected breakdowns, reduces downtime, and extends equipment lifespan.

Safety Enhancement: Integration with fatigue monitoring systems helps identify signs of driver fatigue, allowing for timely intervention to prevent accidents caused by drowsiness.

Data-Driven Decision-Making: Historical performance data and trend analysis provide valuable insights for long-term planning and strategic decision-making, driving continuous improvement initiatives.

Scalability: Telematics solutions are scalable and customizable to meet the evolving needs of mining operations, accommodating changes in fleet size, geographic expansion, and technological advancements.

Conclusion

To sum up, investing in mining telematics solutions is important for safeguarding worker wellbeing and enhancing operational efficiency in the mining industry. By leveraging telematics technology, mining companies can proactively identify and mitigate safety risks, optimise fleet performance, and ensure regulatory compliance.

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tojicide · 2 months ago

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DOCTOR, DOCTOR! ☆ ZAYNE LI.

summary. when you’re feeling under the weather, doctor zayne is quick to prescribe you with what he knows will have you feeling better in no time.

warnings. fem!reader. nsfw. smut, fluff. pet names. boyfriend!zayne. praise, masturbation, fingering, oral sex (f!receiving), cockwarming, unprotected p in v, mirror sex, creampie, aftercare. the rocking chair is featured.

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Zayne is an intelligent man, that much was evident, but for the first time in his career, he’s absolutely stumped.

Why is that, you may ask? Well for starters you, his beloved girlfriend, have been a bit distant lately. Not cold, not rude, but distant.

With his busy schedule, he didn’t see much of you during the day, and by the time he got home, you were usually fast asleep. It was easy to think that he was simply missing you and that was why his brain had led him to feel this rift between the two of you, but alas, he couldn’t be more wrong.

This entire ordeal truly got him thinking…

He saw a few tissues in the trash bin—perhaps you were catching the common cold. But when he prepared a spoonful of bitter medicine and a glass of water to wash it down, he was met with your denial that you masked with a smile.

If it wasn’t that, what could it be? Zayne asked the same question.

Maybe you were stressed out because of work. He finds that to be probable, so he made it a point to get home as early as he could last night to give you a massage after he cooked you your favorite meal.

You seemed to be soothed by his touch, murmuring a few ‘ah’s and ‘ooh’s of satisfaction as his skilled hands threaded into the tense muscles of your shoulders. Once you were at ease with your head resting back on his chest, he gave you a tender kiss on your cheek before he turned in for the night.

Call him overly analytical, but when it took you awhile to join him, he had a feeling that the massage hadn’t quite accomplished what he hoped it would have.

His mind then started to wander even further. Had he forgotten to run the dishwasher? No, of course not. Had he forgotten to pay the utility bills? Absolutely not, he took his credit score very seriously and a late payment was simply unlike him.

Had he forgotten to put the toilet seat down…? Okay, he definitely did, but that couldn’t be why you were acting so unlike yourself.

And then, as he sat at his desk with a fresh plate of food in front of him, it dawned on him. When was the last time you orgasmed? More importantly, when was the last time he’d given you one himself?

It was almost inhuman how fast he jumped up from his office chair to inform Yvonne that he would be out for the remainder of the afternoon, because oh was he feeling downright horrible.

He was back at your shared apartment in no time, pushing the door open and setting his shoes in the nook positioned in the entryway.

(He had a bad habit of trucking on the hardwood floors without removing his shoes, and considering he was already on your shit-list, he made sure to do it now.)

“Honey?” he calls out to you, making his way towards your closed bedroom door. “Sweetheart, I’m home.”

Zayne’s eyebrows raise as he glances around, finding that your apartment looks rather empty and desolate. “I’d like to apologize. I know I haven’t been present for you lately and—”

And then, he hears something. Something that makes him stop in his tracks. His eyebrow quirks up with intrigue as he presses his ear to the door, listening in.

He’d know those beautiful sounds anywhere, even if it’d been awhile since he had lured them out of you himself. Your moans were muffled by the door, but they were enough to make his cock stiffen up beneath the fabric of his black slacks.

“God… please,” you muttered, clearly out of breath and in frustration. “Damn it!”

Behind the door, you were resting on his side of the bed, hoping that his scent would be enough to make you finish. Your fingers toyed with your clit as you desperately tried to get yourself off, but nothing seemed to be working.

Zayne was practiced in a way that only he could be. He knew female anatomy better than you did, but more importantly, he took pride in learning yours. He knew what you liked and what you didn’t, what made you crumble and cry out.

And now that you’ve gone without him for so long, you’re finding yourself more pent up than ever. A huff of frustration leaves your lips as you try again, again, and again—only to be edged with your release without reaping the benefits of it.

He exhales, twisting the doorknob as he cracks the door open. To no surprise, there you were, sitting on his side of the bed with your hand slipped beneath the fabric of your panties.

You hardly looked horrified at the sight of him, more so desperate if anything. He pulls his tie loose as he takes a few steps towards the bed, his knees finding the plush comforter as he sinks onto his stomach.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he murmurs, almost sounding sympathetic. He runs his hands over your thighs as he hikes them over his shoulders. “Let me see.”

You roll your eyes. “Who’s to say that you deserve to?”

Zayne gives you a look that you know all too well, one that silently reads ‘girl, are you serious?’ And no, you aren’t serious by any means, so you nod your head to give him your permission.

He pulls the damp fabric of your panties to the side, his gaze slimming as he sets eyes on your cunt for the first time in what feels like forever. (It’s only been two weeks at most, but you’re both awfully dramatic.)

“I’m sorry,” he speaks into your heat, almost as if he were apologizing to both you and your pussy. He raises his eyes to yours as he flattens his soft tongue to swipe along your wet folds. He moans at the mere taste of you, his grip on your thighs tightening as he pulls you even closer to him. “I had no idea. Truly, baby, I didn’t.”

You whine at the sensation of his gentle voice rumbling against your sensitive skin, your hand delving into his hair. “No idea about—hah—what?”

Zayne takes a moment to reply. His mouth is certainly distracted with the way it’s buried into your soaking cunt while his tongue laps at your inner lips, his nose brushing against your clit with each movement he makes.

“I hadn’t realized I was neglecting your needs,” he clarifies, cracking his eyes open just enough to look at you with hollowed cheeks as he sucks onto your sensitive bundle of nerves.

He releases it with a ‘pop’, his tongue quickly replacing his lips as he curls it in up and down motions that stimulate you in ways you can’t even comprehend. “My girl is too sweet to be treated like that,” he whispers, thumbing at your folds to give himself better access.

One of his hands continues to rub your thighs for some sort of comfort for his behavior, and soon, the other reaches up to take your hand in his own. You squeeze onto it immediately, finding the gesture to be much appreciated.

“So, you… mmh— you remember I exist after all?” Your words are meant as a joke, but he doesn’t seem to consider them as such with the way he presses a kiss to your clit before pulling away.

“Honey, I’m being serious,” he murmurs, resting his cheek on your thigh. “I’d never want to make it seem like I don’t consider you and your feelings.”

He gives your hand a squeeze before he smiles, adding an earnest, “and truth be told, I’m rather surprised that I’ve gone so long without tasting this pretty pussy of yours,” before he delves right back into eating you out like a man starved.

Zayne hasn’t noticed it until now, but he truly was starving, and not for the lunch that he left on his desk back at Akso Hospital. He wasn’t much for alcohol, but getting drunk on your pussy was one of his favorite pastimes, and he’ll never go this long without doing it again.

He was a man of science, and even then, he would never be able to explain the chemical imbalance that tasting you set off in his brain. Sure, medically speaking, the preoptic area of the brain is what triggers an erection, but what you did to him was far beyond that.

It was safe to say that Zayne was almost as in love with your pussy as he was with you, and judging by the way he’s making out with it right now, you have no doubts about that.

Your head tilts back against the headboard as he reintroduces his middle finger to your entrance, feeling the way your walls clench around it.

“Mm, quite sensitive, are we?” he lowly asks, licking a few swipes at your clit before adding, “Is it because you’ve been using your own hand for quite some time now?”

It’s almost pathetic how quickly you nod, your fingers grasping onto his dark locks as he presses an open-mouthed kiss onto your folds. “It’s the only choice I had,” you whine.

(He makes a mental note to give you his credit card so that you can purchase anything and everything you’ll need in order to satisfy yourself whenever he isn’t around. The fact that he hasn’t thought of that sooner is a problem in and of itself.)

He nods in return, though the movement only invites him to make hard licks at your pussy, collecting your slick on his tongue. His cock is rock hard, but he’ll get his turn soon enough.

Even if his turn never came, he’d be more than happy with this alone—that much was incredibly evident.

“I know it, my love,” he whispers, pressing a kiss on your sensitive clit as he slides another finger into your hole. “Is this alright?”

Your thighs tense up at the sensation, but you nod, tilting your head down to look at him. With your permission, he continues, his tongue swiping at you while his fingers fuck you into oblivion.

When you tilt your head back, he squeezes your thigh. “Eyes down here, I need you to watch closely.”

A sharp whine escaped you as his mouth somehow latched onto your pussy in the time it took you to look at him. He pulls off of you to speak, his lips coated with your arousal. “There will be times like this in which I won’t be able to give you what you need, and as much as it kills me, your pleasure can’t be limited to the times I can have you like this.”

You tilt your head. “What… what do you mean?”

Zayne nods his head, urging you to tune in. He curls fingers inside of you, hitting your g-spot with each push. “Hm. I suppose I can teach you how to touch yourself a bit more effectively. Would you like that?”

Your hand goes flying to his shoulder as you nod, your teeth pressing down onto your bottom lip. “Hah… mhm.”

He nods, grasping onto your hand. He presses a few kisses on your knuckles as he guides it to your clit, helping you swirl the pads of your fingers around it in smooth, moan-earning circles. “Very good. You look happier with me already.”

“You’re still a jerk,” you huff.

“I’m sure I have been behaving like one, yes,” he murmurs with a laugh. “Don’t let me off the hook too easily, either. I need to get a few orgasms out of you before you should consider that.”

That sounds perfectly fine to you, so all you do is moan in reply, which makes him smile. He likes to please his woman, and knowing that he hasn’t done a good job of that makes him even more determined to make up for it.

“It’s okay to use two hands, sweet girl,” he continues teaching, tilting his head towards his own hand that was still thrusting two fingers inside of you. “While it may be mine right now, yours will work just the same.”

Something switches inside of you the moment he begins to help you masturbate, his own fingers fucking inside of you while yours stimulate another part of your puffy cunt. You always had a thing for acts of service, but when it came from your boyfriend, you were practically putty in his hands.

“That’s right,” he purrs, a smile tugging on his lips. “Such a pretty girl. Perhaps you just needed to be reminded of how to treat yourself.”

His hazel eyes are still on your face, watching as you pinch in absolute ecstasy, your thighs shaking on his shoulders. “I see that I’ve underestimated you,” he teases, dipping his head to lick at your folds, his tongue brushing against your fingers as he continues to guide the movements of your hand. “It seems like you’re doing just fine for yourself after all.”

You huff, shaking your head. “No, no… it’s all you.”

Zayne chuckles at that, sucking your fingers that were circling your clit into his mouth before he places them back on your sensitive pearl, giving you a bit more lubricant. “There’s no need to be so hard on yourself, I’m merely helping you. We’re practicing together, sweetheart,”

You almost roll your eyes at that, because the last thing Zayne needed was practice on how to please you. He may have been a bit distracted, but that could never take away from how perfect of a lover he was.

And… it was difficult not to be hard on yourself when he’s practically taken away your ability to orgasm on your own. With the way he’s making you feel right now, his absence was almost worth it.

Your eyes haze over as you look down at him, a soft moan leaving your lips. “Mmh, ‘m gonna cum,” you choke out.

To that, he nods in understanding. He thumbs apart your folds, leaving you to play with yourself as you please while he dips his head in to lick at your cunt in any way he can, feeling the way you clench around his fingers. “That’s right. Look at you, honey, such a quick learner.”

Zayne grasps onto your thigh with his free hand, pressing a few wet kisses along your inner skin as you come down from your high. Your hand still has a death grip on his hair, but he doesn’t mind it. He knows that he deserves to lose a few strands of hair after how he has left you alone.

You pant, your chest heaving as your body reels from your orgasm. While your vision is blurry, you can still make out the picture of your boyfriend sucking his fingers into his mouth, cleaning them free of your release.

“Mm, you know, the release from an orgasm does much to calm people,” he murmurs, giving your mound a chaste kiss before he rises up to give you one on your forehead. “Do you feel any better, my dear?”

You do feel better, but a part of you, one that you can’t quite shove away, is still yearning for more. Despite that, you nod, brushing your hand along his cheek as he dips his head to give you a kiss.

Sugary and sweet are two words you’d used to describe kissing Zayne, because those were adjectives you’d also use to detail how he always behaves when around you.

He pulls away from the kiss, propping himself up on his elbow above you while he uses his other hand to brush away your hair. “I really am sorry,” he whispers, his voice soft and full of a raw honesty that makes your heart squeeze.

You shake your head with a smile. “I know you didn’t mean to,” you reply. “It’s just… you made me feel like you didn’t need me, like what I felt was one sided.”

Zayne’s expression seems to soften as he shakes his head. “Of course I need you, I always need you. Your needs are never one-sided, especially not needs of this nature.”

He brushes his hand over your cheek. “And I was serious about my endeavors of making it up to you, sweetness. C’mere.”

Before you know it, you’re plucked from your position on the bed and carried to the corner of the bedroom. Zayne takes a seat in the rocking chair positioned there, spinning it around until it faces the body length mirror just in front of the two of you.

He then undresses you entirely, kissing along your thighs, your hips, the curves of your back, on the cheek of your ass—everywhere and anywhere he could. Sure enough, you hear the rattling of his metal belt buckle behind you, and when you glance over your shoulder, his cock is pulled out from the confines of his boxers.

His slacks are still bunched up around his thighs, as are his boxers, but he pays no mind to it. He raises two fingers as he beckons you to sit in his lap, and you do.

Zayne rests one hand on your hip while the other grasps onto his shaft, pumping it in his first a few times before he smears the head of his cock along your folds, gathering your slick. “The ‘teaching’ is over, but now, I simply want to show you just how much I need you.”

His words stir something within you, and when he leans up to press a kiss on your shoulder, you already feel like your lover is here to live up to his word. “Is that alright?” he asks against your skin, prodding your entrance with his tip.

When you nod, you’re already sinking down, taking him inch by inch until you’re cockwarming his thick length. He smiles at you in the reflection of the mirror, his eyes drifting over your body that he will never forget to worship again.

“So beautiful,” he coos, his hands mapping out the curves of your waist, your hips, your thighs. “Absolutely gorgeous.”

Your cheeks flush at his words. “Thanks.”

Zayne shakes his head. “There’s no need to thank me for speaking the truth,” he whispers. “That’d be like thanking Einstein for developing the theories of special and general relativity—it’s practically a given.”

You aren’t sure where the correlation is, but when one of his hands slips in between your thighs while the other grasps onto one of your breasts, you don’t care about fighting it out.

“Point is, I mean it. Every word,” he adds.

You feel like a goddess being worshiped as his mouth finds your shoulder, the smacking of his lips omitting into the otherwise quiet room as he places open-mouthed kisses on your skin. His middle and ring finger work to toy with your clit, his other hand squeezing onto your breast.

And then… he begins to rock.

You gasp at the feeling of his cock just barely moving inside of you, your body entirely engulfed in the sensations that he is so eagerly providing you.

“You feel—hah—so, so good,” he whispers against your skin, his lips climbing the curve of your shoulder. His fingers circle your clit at an agonizingly slow pace, and when you place your hand on his to guide his movements, he smiles at you in the reflection. “There’s my girl. Such a quick learner, just like I said.”

You lazily return his smile, your head resting back on his shoulder. He removes his hand from your breast to pluck his glasses from his face, placing them on yours instead.

“My baby is such a smart girl,” he purrs, his lips finding your neck as he admires you. Flushed skin, hair messed up, his glasses resting on your nose. He could come inside you at the sight, but he wants to prolong this. He doesn’t ever want to leave this moment with you. “And so beautiful too. Absolutely ravishing.”

You chuckle at that, though your laughter was interrupted by a soft moan as his fingers pick up the pace as they circle your puffy clit. “You’re… hah—handsome,” you manage to return.

Zayne chuckles at your words, nodding his head as a silent thank you. He presses another kiss on your shoulder, though he quickly leaves another one once you begin to rock your hips. He sits back, catching a glimpse of how you look when you bounce on his cock.

He grins, his hand finding the swell of your ass as he gives both cheeks a nice squeeze. “We can move back to our bed if you’d prefer, sweetheart. I don’t want you to have to put in any more effort into your pleasure tonight.”

You shake your head, glancing over your shoulder to look at him. “I wanna see you,” you breathe.

“Honey, there are positions—”

He’s interrupted by your hand reaching back to hold his jaw, pulling him up so that he too could see the reflection of you both in the mirror.

And oh, was it a sight.

“I wanna see you,” you repeat.

Zayne is in no position to deny you, so with a nod of approval, his hands find your hips. “At the very least, let me help you.”

The sound of slapping skin and your breathy moans fill the room, his large hands keeping their iron grip on your hip bones while your hands rest on top of his. He peers out from behind you, watching as your tits bounce just as you do, your hair flying messily.

“Pretty baby,” he pants, more to himself in reaction to the mere sight of you. “Such a lucky man you’ve made me, fuck… take it, baby, yeah. I love you so much, so much…” he babbles, not quite sure what he’s saying, just that he’s speaking whatever graces his mind.

“Oh, I… I love you too, Zayne,” you gasp.

You whine, grinding your hips in fluid motions as you feel your second orgasm quickly approaching. You were sensitive to begin with, and the feeling of his cock stretching you out was more than enough to bring you here.

“Shit,” he rasps, his head falling back onto the rocking chair as his eyes screw shut. “You take me so well, you fit me so perfectly, baby… I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna… oh, shit.”

You weren’t far behind him, and as your movements grow lazier, you opt to sit on his cock entirely as the both of you find your orgasms only second apart.

Ropes of white paint your insides, your cum coating the base of his cock as the two of you become one in a way that you’ve missed so dearly.

Only bliss envelopes the two of you as you slump back onto his chest, his arm wrapping around your waist to hold you close to him. The two of you sit just like that for a moment as you find your breaths that have run off, relishing in the feeling of your combined warmth.

Zayne reaches up to carefully grasp your jaw, turning your head back just enough so that he could kiss you. Your breaths mingle to add to the scent of your love that looms in the air, his other hand running soothing strides along your hip.

“I don’t deserve you,” he breathlessly says with a lovesick grin. “Quite frankly, I don’t. You’re wonderful to me.”

You shake your head, leaning down to kiss him again before he slowly helps you up onto your trembling legs. “Oh, stop that. Just because you’ve been a little caught up with work doesn’t mean that you’re suddenly a bad partner.”

Zayne sweeps you into his arms, carrying you bridal style towards the bathroom. “See? You’re simply too good to me. Such a lovely personality, the most contagious laugh I’ve ever heard, the cutest snores when you sleep, the sweetest pussy in existence… my dream girl in all capacities.”

You smile as he sets you down, pressing a kiss onto your forehead as he crosses the room to draw you a shower to your liking. Warm—not cold, but not hot enough to the point that your skin tingles. He’s had plenty of practice in this area, and he’s gotten it down to a science by now.

“I do not snore,” you murmur, shaking your head.

As he peels off his clothes, discarding them without care on the bathroom tile. He extends his hand to you to invite you inside the shower behind him. “Mhm, sure you don’t.”

You scoff, tipping the toilet seat shut. “You can tease me for my snoring once you, my 27-year-old man, master the art of putting the damn seat down.”

“…Oops.”

note. my dr. zayne would never forget to please his woman! but i really liked the concept sooooo :3 it was rly difficult for me to write him lol the dialogue might suuuuuckkkk but i hope i did him justice < 3 thank you for reading, interact if you enjoyed !!!

i ALSO kinda wanna do a similar version of this with sylus except… not nearly as gentle ig?? would you be interested??? do let me know.

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raggedytiger · 10 months ago

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ragatha/agatha and pomni/penny human hcs!

(r)agatha:

is an english teacher!

yes she still loves horses. she used to ride them, & she loves old western movies.

owns cowboy hat and boots.

analytical and loves long & winding conversations.

has a very happy cat named sandwich.

patches her own clothes, doesn't have kids but if she did she would embroider their names into their belongings.

she still plays cello, she loves music in general, probably sings like an angel.

can't do any mathematics.

can drive, but like a lunatic. somehow has never had an accident though, so it's fine.

probably has a cute little baby blue/yellow car now, but definitely had a beat up offroader truck at some point that got put to good use. or maybe she still does, i'm not the boss.

total lesbian, a bit of a heartbreaker but not intentionally (women just keep falling for her)

goes to town/neighbourhood/community meetings. likely is/was in a knitting circle

absurd number of quilts in her home

pomni/penny:

is an accountant as we know, and cannot cook for shit as we know.

no pets she can barely take herself for walks. is more similar to a cat, but had a dog growing up. would love a collie or a dalmatian probably.

would name the dog something stupid like Thermometer Johnson.

she can drive, but nervously.

really quick thinker, like impressively, unless she's under HUGE amounts of stress. is literally always thinking at 100mph.

no sense of interior decor or personal style. all practical, kind of butch. really does kill a suit.

very much lesbian but not fully to terms with it. probably had short-lived relationships with men in which she was 'content' but didn't really care for it. seeing agatha as agatha for the first time was probably a crazy punch to her little gay heart. not to mention the cowboy gear.

autistic

watches 90s anime to wind down

listens to every single genre of music. passes a lot of time with headphones in, slowly making her way thru the entire world's discography

owns no band merch or anything though she just listens

can't sleep without a fan on, thunderstorm 12hr audio, blackout curtains, weighted blanket, water nearby

does not sleep a lot

both of them (going to call them pomni and ragatha for convenience):

didn't immediately recognise one another. i havent got an exact idea of how they reunited after getting out, but there were tears.

bonded in a very rare and unique way - they got to revel in the newfound joys of real life again. they got to eat delicious food, go on long, unobstructed walks in the real sun, be warmed by it, chew on ice cubes and shiver at the pain, listen to each other's heartbeats, listen to real music, read real books, smell soaps and flowers and sauces. they went to the supermarket together and read all the labels, and bought one of each type of fruit to try between them, and smelled all the candles, and touched all the blankets. spent a lot of time holding hands and kissing and i'm sorry to say, probably having sex, because holy shit, i'm real, you're real, we're real

now live together in ragatha's apartment, after pomni moved out of her small and confusingly-furnished flat.

both of them feel inadequate from time to time. this is resolved by a stern-but-loving talking-to.

sandwich likes pomni very much. pomni doesn't really get cats, but loves sandwich a great deal, and enjoys letting her sleep on her lap.

ragatha is very pleased to see her girls getting along.

ragatha cooks, pomni chops the veg. she often doesn't fuck it up

pomni cleans a lot as a 'thank you for letting me live here, i love you'. she's very much acts of service, ragatha is words & physical touch <3

they watch a lot of movies together. depending on how long they've been stuck, they might have culture to catch up on

ragatha wants to have a house with a garden one day. pomni starts germinating seeds from their fruit & veg like a weird science experiment. ragatha is delighted when she is presented with a baby tomato plant.

clothes are shared. ragatha's are bigger, but most of pomni's are ill-fitting anyway so it can go both ways. ragatha likes to dress pomni up in different outfits and have her do a little fashion show. pomni pretends not to savour the confidence boost.

pomni starts sleeping more

#ok im tired so thats it now. BYE #tadc #pomni #ragatha #the amazing digital circus #buttonblossom #tadc pomni #tadc ragatha #jesterdoll #ragapom #tadc headcanon #ragatha x pomni #pomni x ragatha #tadc hc #tadc humanization #human versions

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dotthings · 7 months ago

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Behold, a master tightrope walker at work. While being clear how deep the love goes. That part isn't danced around. Yet this was vague and open-ended as Jensen could manage as to the exact nature of the love from Dean's end.

No amount of shouting from whatever stans will turn this into definitive slamming of a door. Jensen's still threading that needle about Dean, while he said that Cas's confession being romantic is "clear text" not "subtext."

None of this surprises me. It's been self-evident for a while (except to grudgewanking arbitrary naysayers) that Jensen is 100% in support of gay Cas in love with Dean. Jensen's just opening the faucet more letting those views pour out.

"Dean was sitting there on the floor and realized that he -- he had not only lost a brother-in-arms but had also lost one of his closest -- the closest people to him. And I -- you know I've said that when you find your people it doesn't matter who or what or where or why or when they are, you find your people. And they found each other"

The annotated Jensen Ackles:

(1) "brother-in-arms" -- even if someone wants to try and forcibly limit Dean and Cas to that term, brother-in-arms, as has been pointed out many times, has connotations not limited to platonic meanings, in ancient epics, in modern media, in music, in actual historical figures. But limiting to that term isn't even what happened here, since Jensen says "not only lost a brother-in-arms but..." There is no way out of this. Master stroke. He boxed the naysayers in but good. Let them spin in place.

(2) "had also lost one of his closest -- the closest people to him" -- Jensen stopped himself and changed what was likely "friends" to "people" and I'm not insisting on anything as to why but it sure is fascinating that he swerved and went with a less definitive word. Dean and Cas are best friends, that's canon, but if that's the limit, why swerve from saying friends? They are friends. That's true no matter what. This therefore appears to be about keeping things open ended. For now, Jensen doesn't want to tip his hand too far.

(3) "when you find your people it doesn't matter who or what or where or why" oh that's open-ended af. Thank you Jensen. Keeping the doors open wide enough to drive a semi truck through.

(4) "you find your people. And they found each other" -- somebody hold me that's beautiful. I have not much analytical to say except that sounds like another instance of keeping definitions of the relationship open-ended. But mostly I wanted to have another nervous breakdown again. Jensen said Cas is Dean's people. And they found each other. *UGLY SOBBING*

#Jensen Ackles #Destiel

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roosterforme · 1 year ago

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Adult Education Part 5 | Hangman x OC

Summary: Jessica knows she should just head home for the night, but Jake's sincerity keeps her at Chippy's. He tries to secure a second date and her still elusive phone number as he learns bit by bit just how sweet she can be.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, swearing, eventually 18+

Length: 4500 words

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female OC

This story is part of the Beer Boy and Sugar universe but can be read on its own! Adult Education masterlist

Seriously, who let Jake on my masterlist!? Banner by @mak-32

There was a first time for everything. At least that's how the saying went. Jessica had never been stood up before. But it was the fact that she was completely blindsided by it that really got to her.

It was 7:34. Jake was more than thirty minutes late. He wasn't coming. She had been stringing him along for too long without giving him her phone number. Or maybe she really was just as dull as she thought she was. Regardless, she was going to have to stand up from her table and walk back past the bar and out the front door. Alone. She recognized two of her students sitting a few tables over, and she wanted to cry. Doing this pathetic walk of shame out of Chippy's would be enough to have her in tears on the drive home. She just knew it.

"Shit," she muttered to herself as she slid off of her stool so her heels clicked against the dirty floor. She adjusted her glasses with the backs of her fingers and then picked up the journals she brought with her along with her purse. Then she tried to keep her face neutral as she nodded at Chippy who looked extremely displeased behind the bar.

"Night, Reedy," he murmured as she walked past. She wished she could reach the big trash can from this side of the bar, because what sane woman keeps giving a hot man scientific journals all the time? She'd throw them away in the dumpster near where she parked. And then she would go home and reevaluate just how she managed to mess this whole thing up in the analytical way her mind wanted her to.

She skirted past her students and pushed the door open to the cool, evening air and the sounds of traffic. She managed to let out the breath she had been holding, but now the tears were right there, and she was hoping to get home before they spilled over.

"Jessica!"

She knew it was Jake. She knew his voice. She also knew she couldn't run to her car in high heels fast enough before he caught up with her. So she turned toward his voice and waited on the sidewalk as he rushed toward her.

He looked like a mess with grease stains on his jeans. His hair was disheveled, and he was all sweaty. "I'm sorry I'm late," he panted, out of breath with his hands on his hips and his head tipped back as he gasped for air.

She wasn't sure what to make of him like this. She didn't know if she even wanted to try. "I'm just going to head home," she replied softly, taking a step in the opposite direction. "It's already 7:40."

His eyes looked desperate when they met hers. "Fuck!" he grunted under his breath, broad chest rising and falling rapidly. "Stay? Please? Just let me get you one drink? And we can talk?" He was so handsome, she desperately wanted to cave and still spend the rest of the night drinking cheap beers and eating peanuts with him.

"Why are you late?" Jessica asked, adjusting her glasses. "I thought you were looking forward to Chippy's." She kind of shrugged like she was already expecting some stupid excuse, and then Jake brought his hand up to her cheek and brushed her hair back with his fingers.

"My truck was in the shop last week, and it appears to be having problems again. Once it stalled out and I couldn't get it started again, I just left it and ran here. Because I have absolutely been looking forward to Chippy's. And you look beautiful, by the way," he drawled softly, fingers tangled with her hair as his breathing evened out.

"Where did you leave your truck?" she asked, leaning slightly into his touch.

"By the Starbucks on Collier Avenue," he replied softly, green eyes fixed on hers.

Then Jessica gasped. "That's like five miles away!"

"Mmhmm," he hummed. "I should have just left it there as soon as it died, but I tried to mess with it first. That's why I'm so late. I'm sorry."

"Oh." She didn't know what else to say. He ran five miles to get here.

"Yeah. Oh," he said with an edge to his voice. "I emailed your university account, but I figured you don't check it after you're done working for the night. And I still don't have your phone number, or I would have called you immediately."

Jessica felt warmth in her cheeks as Jake closed the distance between them like he was going to kiss her. "If you give me another chance and your phone number, I'll buy a new car before our next date to guarantee I'm on time. Or I can just leave early enough to run the whole way."

She giggled softly. "You're funny, Jake."

He just shook his head and said, "I'm pretty serious right now, Reedy." Then his gaze dipped down to her lips, and Jessica could tell he wanted to kiss her. His fingertips were still gently tangled in some strands of her hair. His body was warm as he crowded her against the outside of the bar, and she was flattered that he ran to get to her.

"You must be thirsty after all that running," she whispered, tugging on the collar of his shirt.

He turned his head so his lips brushed along her knuckles, and she gasped as he said, "I'm thirsty for more than beer or water, Jess. But I'd still love to take you inside and get some drinks and some peanuts."

And then she found herself nodding and leading him toward the door.

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The bartender was glaring at Jake as soon as he held the door open for Jessica, and it just intensified when he let his hand rest on her lower back. "Reedy?" the other man called out, absolutely scowling as he let his fist rest on the bartop.

"It's okay, Chippy," she replied, glancing up at Jake as she walked toward the only empty table in the dive bar.

"The bartender is actually Chippy himself? The man, the legend?" Jake asked softly as he pulled out one of the stools for Jessica and watched her set her journals and cute little purse on the table.

When she slid onto the seat and crossed her legs, she said, "Yes. Don't mess with Chippy. That man was nice to me when nobody else was."

Jake studied her pretty face as she adjusted her glasses. "Who in their right mind wouldn't be sweet to you?"

She looked down at the journals and pushed them aside like she was suddenly embarrassed. "It's been known to happen."

"Shouldn't though," he replied, brushing her hair behind her ear. "Now let me go mend fences with your main squeeze. I want to be able to show my face in this fine establishment again in the future."

Jessica was smiling brightly at him as he turned toward the bar where Chippy was wiping the same spot with a rag over and over again. "Good evening," Jake said to the older man who still looked like he wanted to snap Jake in half. "Could I get two pints of whichever beer is Reedy's favorite?"

"Sam Adams," he grunted, tossing the rag aside. "And sometimes I get the Sam seasonal kegs for her. When I can."

Jake just nodded. Chippy was a big fan of Jessica's. He really needed to make sure this guy liked him, and he was pretty sure leaving another massive tip was not the answer. "Right. Two Sam Adams pints then, please."

Without another word, Chippy pulled two beers from the tap for Jake, setting them down a little hard in front of him before he scooped a bowl of peanuts.

"Thank you," Jake told him as the bowl of peanuts came thudding down next to the beers.

While Jake dug a ten dollar bill out of his wallet, Chippy grunted again. "She waited a long time for you to show up." His voice was accusatory.

Jake smoothed the bill between his thumb and index finger, stealing a glance at Jessica a few tables away. She was playing with her hair and reading something with a soft smile on her lips. He turned back toward the bar and met Chippy's eyes. "It won't happen again."

"No. It won't. Because next time I'll kick you out permanently," he said, crossing his arms over his chest. "If you can even manage to get a next time, that is."

"That's certainly the goal," Jake informed him.

"Well, a lot of men look, that's for sure. And I think she's oblivious to most of 'em. But not you, for some reason," Chippy said, scowling once again. "Handsome and annoying," he muttered. "Be nice to her or I'll kick you out once and for all." Then he reached for the rag again, completely ignoring Jake.

"Right." Jake picked up both glasses in one hand and grabbed the pretzels, and he headed back to the table and Jessica.

"Did you have a nice conversation?" she asked with an amused expression as Jake slid one of the beers in her direction and sat on the stool opposite her.

He leaned on the table and whispered, "Not particularly. Pretty sure he'd happily kick me out given the opportunity. I had to swear on my life I'd never be late again."

She laughed behind her pint before taking a sip. "His bark is worse than his bite. Mostly. But actually, the head of the chemistry department has a lifetime ban, so maybe not."

"Damn," Jake murmured, taking a sip of his own beer. "Was he late meeting you two times in a row?"

Jessica looked down into her beer, swirling the glass gently, a solemn look on her face. "Something like that...let's just say the fact that Brian Conley isn't allowed in here is just one of the reasons this is my preferred hangout."

"Okay," Jake said softly, wondering if this Conley character had anything to do with the rumors Bradshaw's wife had been telling him about. Regardless, he was going to side with Chippy on this one. Conley could eat shit if Jessica didn't like him. "We hate Brian Conley," Jake told her as they both reached for the peanuts.

For some reason this got Jessica laughing again. "We do," she said as she picked up a few peanuts and held her hand open to him. Jake rubbed his thumb along her palm before selecting one and cracking into it. "Now, did Chippy tell you I like Sam Adams? Or did you guess from last time we were here?"

Jake tossed the shell on the floor and said, "You think I'd leave that up to chance? I one hundred percent asked him just to be sure. And now I know what kind of beer to buy if you agree to come to my place and let me cook dinner for you."

Jessica froze with her hand in the air, ready to throw her peanut shell. "You know how to cook?"

"Yeah," he replied with a smile. "I love it, actually. I usually meal prep on Sundays after I buy all my groceries for the week."

She was gaping at him. "There are two of you with the uniforms and the kitchen skills?"

Jake laughed, realizing she must have been referring to Bradshaw as well. "First of all, he's married. I'm single." She finally tossed her peanut shell and rolled her eyes.

"I finally made a friend at work," she said, cracking another shell and throwing this one at him. "You think I'm going to risk that by even looking at her husband for a second too long? No."

Jake tried to keep a straight face as he said, "Nobody's gonna get mad if you look at me all day long, Reedy."

"Tempting," she said before sipping her drink without meeting his eye.

"And," he added, running his fingers along her palm as she handed him more peanuts, "the kitchen isn't the only room where I have skills."

She met his eyes and adjusted her glasses with a smirk. "Care to tell me more about that, Lieutenant Seresin?"

He nodded and said, "I'm really good in the living room, too. You should see how well I can lay on the couch and watch University of Texas football."

She laughed and said, "I almost forgot for a second that you're from Texas."

"How did you know I'm from Texas? And, oh shit... did all those A&M boys already ruin my chances for me? I almost never wear my boots and hats around, I swear."

Jake grinned as she threw more peanut shells at him. "Stop!" she whispered as she laughed, and Jake loved the sound of it. "The only thing they ruined for me is Lone Star beer and line dancing."

Now he was laughing, because yeah, that made sense. "You're a Yankee, obviously. Don't tell the Texans I've been visiting you at work. They won't stand for it."

"Oh, sounds like Romeo and Juliet," she replied. "Except without the balconies, old English, and hermits giving out free drugs to children."

"Wait," he said, now the one who was laughing too hard. "My condo has a balcony."

"Shiiit," she whispered, eyes wide in feigned shock. "I was hoping this was a comedy, not a tragedy."

"Oh, it's definitely a comedy, Jessica. The audience is in riotous laughter over the fact that I still don't have your phone number."

This time she had to cover her mouth with one hand as she laughed. And when Jake glanced toward the bar, Chippy looked decidedly less aggressive now when he met his gaze.

"You Yankee girls must have a very particular vetting process. You from New York?"

"Massachusetts," she replied, still giggling. "I went to MIT undergrad."

"That explains the Sam Adams. Also, I'm never getting your phone number, am I?" he asked playfully, reaching across the small table and tucking her pretty hair behind her ear again while she laughed. "You've got me showing up to see you at work and running five miles for dates."

"Don't count yourself out quite yet," she said as he stroked her cheek.

"And you got me reading physics journals on my couch while the college games are on," he added softly. "You brought some more for me to take home?" he asked, dropping his hand and tapping the stack on the table next to her elbow.

But now she had a dreamy look in her eyes. "You really read them instead of watching the game?"

"Mmhmm." He nodded and said, "Picked one up at halftime and realized I missed the entire third quarter before I was done reading it."

Her lips were softly parted as she blinked at him. "Yeah. I brought you some more. But you have to promise you'll read them all cover to cover."

"I always do."

"Good. You won't be disappointed."

Jake laughed and looked down at the peanut shell in his hand before he tossed it over his shoulder just to make her smile. "I doubt you could ever disappoint me, Jessica."

God, the way she looked at him when he dished out something sweet could probably bring him to his knees. And the thing was, it was never a line. He wasn't throwing out bullshit to see if landed. He meant every word of it. Her eyes were unguarded as they always seemed to be with him now, and he couldn't believe he almost completely blew this evening with his fucking truck.

It was getting a little late now, and he needed to try to secure the next date while she was still looking at him with those dreamy eyes. He just didn't want her to think he had any certain set of expectations but suggesting his place.

"You know," he started, "my couch is big enough for both of us to watch some football and read some journals together. I could buy some Sam Adams, and we could make dinner together on Saturday night."

He watched her front teeth sink into her lip. She was hesitating. And it was killing him a little bit. "I think I can make that work," she said slowly, sliding the journals across the table as his heart pounded.

"Gonna need your phone number so I can text you my address," he whispered, reaching for her hand before she pulled it away. "Please?"

He drew a little heart on her palm with the tip of his index finger, and a smile bloomed across her face. "You'll find it, Jake. I know you will." And then she slowly closed her hand and stood, leaving him to pick up the journals. "But it's getting late, and Thursdays are early for me."

"Right." He followed her past the bar and watched her wave to Chippy who looked at her with a very kind smile before giving Jake a look of warning. And maybe he needed that warning, because he was looking at the gorgeous swell of her ass and enjoying the way she walked in high heels a little too much. So he nodded at Chippy, and kept his eyes on her wavy hair instead.

Once they were outside, Jessica dragged the toe of one of her shoe a few inches along the sidewalk as she leaned against the building. "Thanks for the three dollar beer," she said with a smile.

"You know, I'm pretty sure Chippy would give them to you for free if you were alone."

Her smile turned into another pretty laugh. "You're not wrong. Do you need a ride back to your truck?"

"Wouldn't mind one since I need to get it towed," he murmured, not quite ready to move from this spot where her face looked so perfect in the dim light. "But I'd be more than happy to run the five miles back."

And then her right hand reached up to tug on his shirt collar, and she didn't look so hesitant now as he eased himself closer, letting his hand rest on the wall next to her. "You have a peanut shell in your hair," she whispered, releasing his collar and brushing her fingers along his temple.

Jake swallowed hard. His lips were just a few inches from hers as he softly said, "That's probably because a beautiful woman was throwing them at me."

Her laugh was quiet and breathy, and then the space between their lips was negligible. And then she was kissing him with her small hand wrapped gently around his neck. Jessica was smiling against his lips, and he wasn't used to it being this sweet. He didn't kiss the girls from the bar like this, and they never teased his cheek with the tip of their nose or ran their thumb delicately behind his ear.

Oh, he was going to crave this now. Soft, exploratory kisses that tasted like beer and peanuts. And the sound of her soft moan as he let his hand trail from the wall near her shoulder down along her side to her waist. Yeah, this was going to become a necessity for Jake.

She brushed her lips along his again before looking up at him with surprised eyes as he held her a little tighter. And then six more little kisses while her hand trailed down his neck. "I was really afraid you stood me up earlier," she whispered, trailing some kisses along his chin.

"I wouldn't do that, Baby. You have any idea how much I wanted tonight to happen?" Jake had one hand full of physics journals and one hand full of Jessica, and he was already thinking about what he might cook for dinner on Saturday night.

With a soft laugh, she started to lead him down the sidewalk to her car. And he got to do even more things he never really did. Like open her car door instead of call her a cab at two in the morning. And lean over from the passenger seat and kiss her cheek gently as she started the engine.

"What's your day looking like tomorrow, Dr. Reed?" he asked, linking his fingers loosly with hers for the short drive to his truck.

"Department meeting, lectures, more lectures, a lab, and then my office hours."

Jake's mind was already working on a plan. "I have a long day ahead of me, too. There's my truck," he said, pointing to the piece of shit he was afraid he was going to have to replace.

Jessica pulled up next to it and put her car in park, but when she reached for the key, he covered her hand with his. "Just leave me here. I'll get it towed to the garage again and then get Bradshaw to drive me home from there. I want you to go right home. It's late and it's dark out."

Jake wrapped her hand around the steering wheel again as she said, "Okay." But the single word was muffled by his lips crashing against hers. He kissed her long and hard one time, and her glasses were a little crooked when he was done. He straightened them out before he reached for the door handle.

"I had a great time tonight. I'm sorry I almost ruined it by being late."

"You made up for it by running five miles," she whispered. "Night, Jake."

And then he was watching her pull back into traffic as he called for a tow truck, keeping his eyes on her brake lights until they were out of sight. Just for good measure he looked up some new trucks for sale as he sat behind his steering wheel, but that got boring after a few minutes. And then he thought about the way Jessica told him she was confident he would find her number.

He lunged for the journals sitting on the seat next to him, and he spread them out to read all the covers. His eyes caught on an edition of Applied Physics from late last year that said Jessica Reed, PhD. on the cover under an article title about combustion in jets.

"It's gotta be," he whispered as the tow truck arrived, and he frantically flipped to the page where her article had been printed. He would read the whole thing later. He wanted to read the whole thing later. But right now his eyes settled on a small, handwritten note. He recognized her writing from the mini lecture he'd accidentally attended, and a smile crept along his lips.

Jake,

If you made it this far, you can call or text me anytime.

Her number was written beneath it, and he was entering her as a contact in his phone when he got out to talk to the tow truck driver. He felt like he just won the lottery as he added the picture of her he had saved from the San Diego State University website as her contact photo.

Jessica, I'm sending you my address for Saturday. You and me, my couch, physics journals, college football and dinner? Please say yes.

It was getting very late now, and maybe she wouldn't respond until tomorrow, but Jake felt like he was on cloud nine. He just kept thinking about how sweet Jessica was. About how he wouldn't mind wrapping her up in his arms for some more soft kisses on his couch.

Once the driver was unloading his truck at the garage, Jake opened a different contact on his phone and made a quick call.

"It's 10:30, Hangman. This better be important."

"Bradshaw. I need a ride home from the garage. My truck is acting up again," Jake replied, trying not to smile at how annoyed Rooster sounded.

An exasperated sigh carried through the phone, and then Jake could hear his wife in the background asking, "Who is it?"

"It's Hangman. He needs a ride."

"Oh, well we can always finish this later, Beer Boy." His wife sounded less annoyed than him, thankfully.

After a brief pause, Bradshaw said, "Give me twenty minutes. I need to get dressed."

"Thanks. Much appreciated," Jake replied. He dropped his keys into the overnight box with a note telling the mechanic he was having the same issues as last week. And then he waited for that blue Bronco to pull into the lot, and when Jake climbed in, Bradshaw looked pissed as hell.

"Do you have any idea what my wife was about to do to me when you called?" he growled, shifting into reverse before Jake even had the door closed.

"Come on, man. Your wife's hot, but I don't want to be imagining what the two of you get up to."

"She was about to reprimand me for turning in sloppy math homework," he said, completely disregarding Jake. "And I'm virtually sure she will no longer be in the mood for that when I get back at 11:30. So you owe me. I don't even know what you owe me yet, but it's going to be big. Because I'm assuming you expect me to give you a ride to work in the morning, too."

Jake cleared his throat and said, "If you wouldn't mind."

"Fuck," Rooster growled as he pulled up to Jake's condo building. "I'll pick you up at 7:30. Get the fuck out."

"Thanks," Jake said, trying to keep his face as neutral as possible. Jessica had just texted him back, and he was all smiles even as the Bronco peeled away. He was in.

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As Jessica undressed in her bedroom, she ran her fingers along her lace bra. She wondered what Jake's favorite color was, because she probably owned a pretty matching set that she would love to wear for him. She should have known this was going to happen; one kiss from him, and she was thinking about spending a lazy Sunday in bed with her fingers tangled in his hair.

"Stop," she told herself half heartedly with a dreamy smile in the mirror. She'd given him the journal with her number inside, and now she just had to wait. He'd probably find it by tomorrow. Maybe she would see him at her office hours again. Her whole body was tingling with excitement as she unclasped her bra, and then she heard the ping of her phone notifications.

She tossed her bra and bounded across the room in just her panties and saw a text from an unknown number.

Jessica, I'm sending you my address for Saturday. You and me, my couch, physics journals, college football and dinner? Please say yes.

She squealed as she flopped down onto her bed. He was good. It took him almost no time to find her phone number. She typed back a message as she thought about his big hands and his southern drawl. After she hit send, she closed her eyes and imagined everything she wanted to do to him in her office as she let her fingers glide along her body.

Don't forget the Sam Adams. See you on Saturday.

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Yes! You run those five miles, Jake! Anyone else just love Chippy? Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 6

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karolinswritings · 1 year ago

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Loved the Mello hc’s! Would love to see more!

You ask and you shall recieve! Should I do Mello X Reader Headcanons too?..

Death Note Mello Headcanons Part 2

In my previous post I mentioned I headcanon that he listens to The Cure. The songs by them I think he would like the most would be I Want, Primary, Faith and Pictures Of You.

Moreover about his music tase, I think he would listen to The Sweet Kill to, especially the songs Love, Rain and Heart Attack.

He likes documentaries and crime shows.

He likes perfumes that smells like roses. Other fragurances he likes are vanilla, chocolatte, musk, sandalwood, lavendar and orange.

Skilled at cooking, baking and pretty much everything else he engages in doing. If there does happen to be something he isn't good at though he would put the blame on the activity, walking away and saying something sort of: "That's stupid anyway."

His texts are always gramatically correct. Rarely uses emojis. Basically the opposite of Matt.

A great listener and very good at memorising stuff that his s/o said they like or want. He will probably buy them those stuff soon after they mention them, or if he doesn't have the opppurtunity to do that he would just give them cash so that they can buy them themselves.

Falls in love rarely, but when he does it is always love at first sight. He is very logicall and analytical, but he also trusts his intuition. So when his s/o entered the room and he first saw them he immidietly knew. He saw it all, it hit him like a truck. They are his, from the very moment he laid eyes on them.

He is usually quiet, calm and likes to listen rather than to talk. But with the right people around him, like Matt, he loosens up and starts yapping about this and that, pretty much everything that passes through his mind. If he trusts someone, he can be very open and talkative.

Loves praise and compliments, but never asks for them. He isn't a show off, but he recieves compliments naturally for his intelect, but the praise that he loves the most is about his personality, especially coming from his s/o.

Doesn't like spicy food. He likes homecooked food the most of all, for example stew.

Loves ice cream, chocolate flavour. Thinks mint chocolate is weird.

Very humble.

Patient and calm.

A huge tease, but this is for another type of headcanon ^^

Puts his dreams before anything, even before his most loved people and even himself. Proving himself as number one is the thing he strives for the most, and he wishes for nothing more than to achieve that.

#mello x reader #death note mello #l death note #death note #death note matt #death note misa #misa misa #misa amane #light yagami

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angelicsatin · 5 months ago

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Hayley Daniels-Afton🛠❤︎ | With or Without the Slaughter?

Five Nights at Freddy’s AU(s) OC

Finally got a reference sheet for my fnaf S/I OC for my 'personal fan-made fnaf timelines' to be self-indulgent and change it + add whatever I want thx to the muddy details and unofficial facts / histories + different timelines. </3 because cringe is dead. bear with me over time as i post and write about the 3 different AU's I have for Hayley in FNAF

Art commissioned from @ seckra.png on instagram

Name: Hayley Daniels-Afton (Hyphenated after marriage) Date of Birth: November 26, 1945 Zodiac: Sagittarius Height: 4'11 or 150 cm MBTI: INTJ Enneagram: 4w5 Romantic Interest: William Afton (Husband)

Some (random) Facts ⋆˙⟡♡

Has known William since they were children.

Grew up as his best friend, and their interest in robotics developed at the same time.

In high school, they started a robotics club and met Henry Emily.

William, Henry, and Hayley attend university together before each of their companies are formed. William began Afton Robotics, LLC with Hayley’s help while Henry began Fazbear Entertainment. The three eventually devised the idea for Fredbear’s Family Diner together, becoming co-owners.

‘Part’ of the backbone for Afton Robotics, LLC.

Married William Afton in 1970, 3 years before Fredbear’s Family Diner opened, and 2 years after they started to date.

Mechanic, Engineer, Inventor.

Came up with the concept for the Puppet and was the main engineer behind its creation.

Only has one child with William throughout the 3 different AUs, a little girl born in 1975 named Robin Valerie Afton.

No matter the timeline, when finding out about the murdered children Hayley is more than horrified. It disgusts her and makes her question why William would do such a thing – not just for the moral factor, but because of how it would damage their company’s reputation. Seeing it as an act that if found out could taint their life’s work and throw it down the drain.

In my AUs, William is purple-coded, Henry is yellow-coded, and Hayley is red-coded. (mirroring bonnie, chica, and foxy)

Overprotective of both her work and her child.

Has called William by the nickname ‘Bunny’ since they were children.

Despite loving rabbits, she's particularly fox or monkey 'coded'

Personality≽ܫ≼

Positive Traits: Intelligent, Responsible, Sentimental, Protective, Analytical, Conscientious, Industrious, Creative, Meticulous, Nurturing, Loyal, Studious, Discreet, Trusting, Focused, Efficient, Alert, Imaginative, Pensive, Loving Negative Traits: Reckless, Defensive, Weak-Willed, Pretentious, Perfectionist, Workaholic, Needy, Evasive, Morbid, Self-Indulgent, Disorganized, Possessive, Somewhat Hypocritical, Know-It-All, Narcissistic, Sleepy/Tired, Bipolar, Stubborn

Likes♡

Mechanics / Engineering / Robotics (Duh)

Arcade & Computer Games (Pong, Space Invaders Part II, The Oregon Trail, Death Race, etc + in universe arcade games)

Rabbits, Foxes, & Monkeys

Her Truck

Telenovelas

Making Children Smile

Nice Stationary

Puppets / Marionettes & Animatronics (Duh)

Character Design

Riding / Sleeping in the bed of the Truck (her truck)

Baking (Cakes & Brownies mostly)

Keeping / Collecting Old Movie Tickets

Multitasking

Keeping Busy & Working Overtime

The Scent of Gasoline and/or Diesel Fuel

Board Games

Napping

Dislikes‹/𝟹

Having to Take Breaks from her Work

Heavy Makeup on Herself

Being Looked Down Upon

Misogyny / Sexism

Fragile Family 'Heirlooms' (Like Great Granny's Tea Set)

Scratchy Clothing

Visiting Distant-Family

Being Alone or Without William

Sewing or Hand Stitching (even if she's good at it)

Breaking Routine

Complex Architecture

Plain Coffee Mugs (Without quotes or art)

Sudden or Quick Movements

Being Late (even if she often is)

Science Fiction Novels About the Future

Over Extravagance

Retail Store Mannequins

Short Desc of Each of the AU's I'll be writing her into.

eventually, I'll be writing out fanfics for each of these AUs and getting commissions that belong to each !!

Timeline 1 - Bliss AU

Domestic, most different from canon. No children murders.

Timeline 2 - Until Death Do Us Part AU

Hayley learns about Henry’s daughter’s death and the five missing children and reacts negatively to the news. Resulting in her own death.

Timeline 3 - Loyalty AU

Hayley learns about the children’s deaths and isn’t thrilled but agrees to help cover it up in hopes it won't happen again and in an attempt to understand why her husband would do such things.

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artisticdivasworld · 4 months ago

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Smarter Trucking: The Tech Transforming the Road Ahead

Trucking is evolving fast, thanks to some cutting-edge technology that’s making life on the road a whole lot smarter. Let’s talk about how companies are using AI, machine learning, cloud computing, and the Internet of Things (IoT) to make everything from route optimization to driver behavior analysis and capacity utilization more efficient. First up, AI and machine learning. These technologies…

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willowbilly · 2 months ago

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Analytic/Isolating <--> Synthetic

In linguistics, morphology is how words are grammatically constructed; syntax is how phrases and sentences are grammatically constructed. A morpheme is the smallest possible linguistic unit that still carries meaning. The morphological typology of human languages is conceived as a spectrum between those that are analytic, with more morphologically simple words composed of fewer affixes and more free morphemes, and those languages that are synthetic, with more bound morphemes and therefore higher morphological complexity.

Synthetic morphosyntax expresses grammatical function through bound morphemes, attached to a root; this creates longer words. Analytic morphosyntax expresses grammatical function through free morphemes, unattached to a root; this creates shorter words. Isolating morphosyntax is sometimes distinguished from analytic as allowing no bound morphemes whatsoever. There is no documented natural language that is “purely” analytic, isolating, or synthetic.

The morphological processes of inflection are agglutinative, wherein affixes each inflect for a discrete unit of meaning, or fusional, wherein single affixes are inflected for multiple simultaneous grammatical categories. Inflection of synthetic and analytic languages may fall anywhere on the spectrum from agglutinative to fusional, or the spectrum from one to many grammatical categories per affix.

Agglutinative <--> Fusional

Polysynthetic languages are synthetic languages with highly productive usage of affixes that results in the creation of considerably long words, and whose inflection may be agglutinative or fusional.

Iñupiatun is a polysynthetic language with agglutinative inflection, whereas English is an analytic language with limited fusional inflection. Compare this Iñupiatun sentence to an English translation:

Qamutitaġuguuniaqtuŋa. | I will always be wanting to use the car.

Qamun is the noun root, with all of its affixed morphemes—the postbases +[t]aq+[s]uk+[s]uu+niaq- and the verb ending +tuŋa—being bound. This results in a single, more morphologically complex word that may serve as a full sentence unto itself, while the English sentence is composed of eight morphologically simple words that are 1-2 morphemes each, six words of which are free morphemes. As they are free morphemes, the words “to use” are able to stand freely alone, but their positions within the sentence are strictly determined by English syntax. Whereas the bound morpheme “+[t]aq-” is strictly bound into its position within that word by Iñupiatun morphology, since it must be affixed to the end of the noun so as to create the qamutitaq- “to drive or ride in a vehicle; to travel by car or truck” verb root, and it cannot appear standing on its own.

#my posts #notes to self #linguistics #morphology #syntax #morphosyntax #any mistakes/awkward phrasings are my own! i am not yet an expert lol #iñupiatun #inuit language #linguistic morphology #language #languages & linguistics

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absolutebl · 1 year ago

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15 questions

Tagged by @he-is-lightning-in-a-bottle and @dribs-and-drabbles thanks dahlinks!

are you named after anyone?

Nope.

2. when was the last time you cried?

No tears have been shed but I have been really close recently.

3. do you have kids?

4. what sports do you play/have you played?

Also: archery, high jump & water polo.

5. do you use sarcasm?

6. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

The way they walk, posture, and body position. Eye contact and mannerisms. When they are close to me? Scent.

7 what’s your eye color?

8 scary movies or happy endings?

9 any talents?

Depends on how you define talent.

High alcohol tolerance, double jointed fingers, excellent at logistics, very calm in a crisis, CPR & certified lifeguard (ocean rescue, none of your pathetic pool nonsense), GREAT shopping juju, about 6 killer main dishes that feed 20+ people memorized, no allergies to anything, perfect pitch, super taster. Can drive large truck or motorcycle on either side of the road. I'm actually pretty darn accurate with that bow and arrow. Oh, and I have a very pretty collection of safe words.

10 where were you born?

11 what are your hobbies?

12 do you have any pets?

No, but my housemate's cat thinks otherwise.

13 how tall are you?

14 favorite subject in school?

15 dream job?

I do it. Mostly descriptive analytics.

Tag you're it (if you want to play).

#asked and answered #memes gonna meme

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silicacid · 1 year ago

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Seventy-one per cent of Gaza’s population experiences extreme hunger, Euro-Med Monitor study says

Over 71% of participants in a study conducted in the Gaza Strip by Euro-Med Human Rights Monitor said that they suffer from extreme hunger, corroborating accusations that Israel uses starvation to punish Palestinian civilians.

Euro-Med Monitor conducted an analytical study that included a sample of 1,200 people in the Gaza Strip in order to ascertain the impact of the humanitarian crisis that Gazans are experiencing in the midst of Israel’s ongoing Israeli genocidal war, which began on 7 October.

According to the study’s findings, 98% of respondents said they eat insufficient amounts of food, while 64% of the participants admitted to eating grass, fruits, immature food, and expired materials to satiate their hunger.

The study found that the rate of access to water in the Gaza Strip, including drinking, bathing, and cleaning water, is 1.5 litres per person per day. This is 15 liters less than the minimum amount of water required for survival at the level required by international standards, noted Euro-Med Monitor.

Additionally, the study examined the effects of malnutrition and a lack of access to clean drinking water. Sixty-six per cent of the study sample reported having experienced diarrhea, skin rashes, or intestinal diseases in the past month.

Euro-Med Monitor transcribed testimonies from doctors revealing an increase in the rate of deaths from fainting and heart attacks in the areas of Gaza City and the Strip’s northern sections, which are witnessing a more severe deterioration in the humanitarian crisis and hunger rates.

Since the start of its genocide in Gaza, Israel has imposed a comprehensive blockade on the Strip and prevented supplies of food, water, fuel, and other humanitarian necessities from reaching the more than 2.3 million residents of the Strip. Israel’s use of starvation as a weapon has taken intensified since 7 October, and has included cutting off all food supplies to Gazans as well as bombing and destroying the Strip’s bakeries, factories, food stores, and water stations and tanks.

Israel has also targeted solar energy systems and electrical generators that power restaurants, businesses, and government agencies. Additional Israeli attacks have destroyed the agricultural area east of Gaza; flour stores; fishing boats; and supply centres for relief organisations, especially the United Nations Relief and Works Agency for Palestine Refugees (UNRWA), the largest source of humanitarian aid in the Strip.

Under international pressure, Israel opened the Rafah land crossing; however, the crossing is open to an average of just 100 trucks per day, for humanitarian supplies coming from Egypt. This is a far cry from the average load of 500 trucks that entered the Strip prior to 7 October to meet humanitarian needs. It is important to note that roughly half of the Gaza Strip’s population is children under the age of 18.

Although a limited amount of food aid has been allowed to enter the enclave, no commercial food imports have been delivered, leaving the Gaza Strip’s residents in dire need of food, particularly in light of the Israeli collective punishment policy.

Euro-Med Human Rights Monitor stressed that international humanitarian law strictly prohibits the use of starvation as a weapon. As an occupying power, Israel is obligated under international humanitarian law to provide basic needs and protection to the Gazan people.

The Rome Statute of the International Criminal Court provides that intentionally starving civilians by “depriving them of objects indispensable to their survival, including willfully impeding relief supplies” is a war crime, said the Geneva-based rights group. Euro-Med Monitor called for decisive international action to impose a permanent ceasefire in the Gaza Strip and prevent further deterioration of the situation by providing fair and unrestricted access to basic and relief materials to the entire Strip, and allowing the entry of food, water, medical, and fuel supplies in order to meet the needs of the population.

#from the river to the sea palestine will be free #free palestine #palestine #gaza #im sorry to share euromed monitor but this is important #never forget

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rickie-does-random-stuff · 8 months ago

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Season 1

1a: Starting Point

Zephyr Masden loved nothing more than spending his afternoons chilling on the golden beaches of Plymouth. He had been surfing for his entire life, pretty much. And by that, I mean since he and his family first moved here, which was back when he was seven, and his younger brother Caius had just turned six. Their father taught the two boys how to surf that summer, and they continued this activity ever since. Sometimes, their other friend Rowan would show up and join them. And when Rowan moved away with his family, they’d hang out with the other local Kai (Kailan Kobe, who worked at the ice cream truck. Nice guy).

Zephyr and Cai couldn’t be more different. The juxtaposition between them was striking, like night and day colliding on the canvas of life.

Zephyr preferred to go with the flow. He was this carefree, laidback individual that just went wherever life seemed to take him, much like ocean waves that he’d often ride. Pulling him through the vast endless waters of his world, with him doing little to control where he lands.

Caius, on the other hand, never allowed any external factors to cause any ripples in his world. He created the waves and moved himself through the ocean of life. He was the “smart” brother. He was studious and disciplined. He got great grades. He was sensible and kind. He never got into trouble. All the teachers in school loved him… Zephyr couldn’t say the same thing about himself, unfortunately.

Cai always had an idea of what he wanted his life to look like. He had dreams and goals, and he’d actively push himself, working hard to get himself there.

In terms of how they went about life, they had nothing in common. But they were the best of friends nonetheless. Zephyr loved his brother more than anything. They had a strong and special bond.

They did everything together growing up. They especially loved to surf together, and spend time on the beach. They each had their own unique surfing styles - Zephyr’s was like freestyle dancing with the ocean’s whims, while Caius, with his naturally analytical mind, had taken to surfing with an almost scientific precision. Both brothers spent years mastering the art of harnessing the raw power of the water as they surfed. They were the yin to the other’s yang. Two halves of a perfect, harmonious whole.

But that was before Caius had to leave for AU.

Aurelian University was a fairly new educational institute. Zephyr didn’t know too much about it… but he did know that it was located on a mysterious island in Europe somewhere. And that it was relatively hard to get in… not that you needed to be a genius or anything, but you could tell they were rather picky with who they accepted (on top of having the grades, they also made you sit a bunch of entrance exams?). It was all very suspicious. Even the fact that the island itself is nowhere to be found on most maps added to the mystery of it all. Some people wondered if the place even existed.

Zephyr should have applied for university last year. At least, that’s what everybody told him. And pretty much everybody in his class had done so. But it just didn’t feel right. And sure, he didn’t get the grades to apply to the few university courses he did find interesting, but that wasn’t really anything to do with it. He just wasn’t interested in going to university. He never really had been.

Zephyr never really liked school. He wasn’t good at it. Not like Cai.

The weeks leading up to Caius's departure were tough. Zephyr kept telling himself he should be happy for his brilliant brother getting into such a prestigious school. But the thought of the endless summers spent surfing together coming to an end filled him with melancholy.

Zephyr tried not to let it get to him when Caius left for that weird university on the mysterious island. He really did. But deep down, it stung.

They had been inseparable growing up. Surfing buddies and best friends through thick and thin. No matter how different their approaches to life were, they complemented each other perfectly. Zephyr was going to miss having his straight-laced, logical brother around to balance out his carefree spirit.

The last day was by far the hardest.

"You better not forget about me when you're off becoming some big shot professor or something," Zephyr told Caius as they surfed the morning before he left.

Caius just laughed. "As if I could ever forget you, bro. Don't worry though - we'll always have the ocean between us."

Those words didn't provide Zephyr much comfort.

He and Mum dropped Caius off at the airport later that day (Dad would have come as well, but he had to go to work). As he watched his brother's plane take off, he felt unmoored, like the ocean had swept him out too far with no shore in sight.

The first few months without Caius around were really difficult for Zephyr. He tried to spend as much time as possible out in the waves, surfing until exhaustion replaced that aching loneliness. But even the soothing rhythm of the ocean seemed off without his brother riding beside him.

In the past, Zephyr could always count on Caius to ground him when he felt too adrift. Now he had to find his own anchor. Slowly, through cherishing little routines like prepping his surfboard or watching the sun rise over the beach, he started feeling steadier.

He spent more time with Kai and the usual beach crowd to keep his spirits up. Though it wasn't the same as having Caius around, at least he had good people to remind him that his free-spirited way of riding through life didn't have to be a completely solitary journey.

Zephyr knew he couldn't just tread water while his brother moved on to bigger things. He had to dive forward and pursue his own passion - allowing the ocean's perpetual motion to carry him towards his next adventure, wherever that might be.

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Beach cleaning.

That's it. That's his latest adventure. His new life purpose.

I mean, he already spends every day at the beach. It's practically his second backyard. He may as well clean it, right? It started with just picking up litter he'd see during his daily surf sessions. He simply wanted to make the place a bit more tidy. But it grew into a habit, which grew into a deeper interest in the state of the environment.

For a while, Zephyr found purpose in beach cleaning and environmental activism. Seeing the harmful impacts of pollution and litter on the ocean he loved so much sparked a fire in him. He started organizing regular beach clean-ups and awareness campaigns in the community. Zephyr soon got passionate about preserving the pristine beauty of the oceanfront that meant so much to him. He started organizing community cleanups and lobbying local businesses to cut down on plastics.

At first, his parents were relieved to see Zephyr so passionate about something positive. "It's great that he's finally applying himself to a cause," Mum remarked one time. "I'm proud of you. It's so great to see you care about more than just catching waves."

However, Zephyr's zeal began verging into obsession. Before long, Zephyr's environmental crusading verged into extremism. He became that annoying militant vegan who wouldn't shut up about carbon footprints and zero-waste living. He started showing up at town halls and protests, ranting about unethical corporations. He was getting increasingly outspoken and never failed to call out anyone who so much as dropped a candy wrapper on the beach. He started getting into heated confrontations with beachgoers over using plastic straws or styrofoam coolers.

"Dude, chill out! It was an accident," Kai had to defuse one situation where Zephyr was berating a kid for spilling a can of Diet Coke.

Zephyr's tunnel vision when it came to environmental purity made him seem erratic and confrontational. His parents and friends grew worried about him.

"Dude, chill out. It was never that deep. You're taking this too far," Kai told him one day as Zephyr was berating him for selling ice cream in non-compostable containers.

"We're all for protecting the planet, but you need to find balance. This obsession is getting out of hand," his dad cautioned.

Zephyr just brushed them off, convinced he was righting the course for the environment and humankind, as well as himself. After all, he never felt like he had a true reason for being before - aside from things like surfing, he was never really good at anything. He never felt like he had a purpose in life, and that feeling only intensified after Cai left. This is all he had now.

He got more and more reckless in his pursuit of his cause, trespassing onto private beaches to do cleanups and once even trying to chain himself to a bulldozer demolishing the last undeveloped plot of beachfront. He got into a lot of trouble for that, but it could have been worse (a fact that didn't seem to reassure his parents all that much).

One night, about a week later, Zephyr's mum and dad tried voicing their concerns to him one last time. "We think it's great you've found a passion, but you need to find a healthier middle ground, son," his mom said gently to him.

Zephyr instantly got defensive. "Are you kidding me? The planet is dying! If no one makes changes, what kind of world are we going to end up leaving behind?"

"Your mother and I just want you to have... some direction in your life beyond this," his dad attempted. "You shouldn't put every once of your time and energy into this one thing. You're young, and you should have a life of your own and be able to have different experiences and-"

"Oh, so now caring about the environment isn't good enough 'direction'?" Zephyr fumed. "At least I'm doing something meaningful instead of just drifting aimlessly!"

The tense conversation devolved into a heated argument. Mum looked pleadingly at Caius's empty chair at the table, silently wishing that her more level-headed son was sitting there with them.

Well, all of them wished Cai was here. But he's not. Not anymore...

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"You're ridiculous, mate," Kai told Zephyr after having to retrieve him from jail. Again. Long story.

"I have said it before, and I'll say it again - you need to chill out!" he went on. "This obsession with trying to single-handedly save the world is getting out of control!"

Zephyr opened his mouth to protest, but Kai cut him off. "Don't even start, dude. I'm all for protecting the environment, but you're taking this way too far. You need to find some balance in your life again."

Zephyr slumped in the passenger seat, knowing his friend was right but too stubborn to admit it. An uncomfortable silence stretched between them.

Finally, Kai spoke up again. "You know, I think deep down this is all still about missing Cai."

Zephyr's head whipped around at the mention of his brother's name. Kai gave him a knowing look.

"Ever since he left for that weird university, you've been... not quite yourself, mate. I think you're using this environmental crusading as a way to try and find your purpose, but it's just a band-aid for the real issue."

Zephyr couldn't argue with that. As much as he championed his causes, they hadn't truly filled the void Caius's absence left. He missed his brother - his surfing buddy, his voice of reason, his other half.

"Maybe..." Kai began carefully. "Maybe it's time you went and saw him at this Aurelian place. Get your anchor back, you know? It's time for you to go on a quest to figure out what you really want from life. So go. Go visit your brother at that university, and get yourself some perspective."

The idea of reuniting with Cai after months and months apart quickly lifted Zephyr's spirits. But then practicality set in. "How the hell am I supposed to get to that island, assuming it even exists? I don't have the money for that."

"Well, you'd better start figuring it out then!" Kai grinned. "Do your research, get a job or something to save up. Having a goal to work towards might be exactly what you need right now instead of just...endlessly raging at the system."

Good idea, Kai.

As soon as Zephyr got home, he started scouring the internet for any information about Aurelian University and its mysterious island location. The findings were...perplexing to say the least.

The university's website provided little in the way of concrete details, displaying only vague philosophies about "unlocking the boundless potential of the mind and spirit" through "holistic education transcending limits." Conspiracy theory message boards claimed Aurelian was a front for everything from military experiments to druidic cults.

The most useful lead seemed to be mentions of a privately chartered flight that departed from a remote airstrip in northern Scotland, intended to shuttle new students to the island at the start of each semester. But even finding the exact departure location proved challenging.

Zephyr spent weeks deep down a rabbit hole of research, corresponding with amateur sleuths who had dedicated alarming amounts of time to cracking Aurelian's secrets. He started working part-time jobs to squirrel away savings for the potential travel costs and whatever other expenditures gaining access to this place might require.

His parents were relieved to see Zephyr's obsessive energy getting redirected towards a more positive goal for once. Though they questioned his efforts to essentially stalk Caius at his university, they didn't balk too hard after witnessing how much more balanced he became.

Zephyr was finally regaining his drive and sense of purpose - no longer just aimlessly crusading, but actively working towards something meaningful. Or at least, he hoped a reunion with Cai would help ground him again and provide some clarity.

After several months of planning and preparation, Zephyr managed to uncover the coordinates for the remote Scottish airfield that hosted Aurelian's ferry flights. As Zephyr headed towards his grand adventure in this strange new world that was the enigmatic island university, he couldn't help but feel a stirring sense of excitement for what awaited him. He scraped together enough money for a one-way ticket, ready to take a leap of faith in search of his brother...and maybe some answers about himself in the process.

Surprise! Only 8 months late lol. Here is the first chapter/episode of AU! What do you think will happen next?

#aurelian university #au #season 1 #chapter 1

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