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The Royal Way 《Pt.2》

(Leclerc!reader x Prince of Monaco!oc)

After his older sister marries into the Monaco Royal family, Charles knew he would be treated differently, to his surprise (and his sister's disappointment) his F1 team, ferarri, treated him the same way.... and that did not sit well with the new princess of Monaco

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in which YN Leclerc uses her new familial connections to fuck up ferarri just like how they fucked up her baby brother's hopes and dreams.

N.B: so, this was supposed to be longer and the last part, but it's currently 3 AM and I have classes at 8 AM thus me splitting this little fic into a trilogy. Hopefully, I will have time tomorrow to post the third and final part! Thank you for reading and let me know what you think!! WARNINGS: NOT REALISTIC AT ALL!! if you are looking for a realistic revenge sort of plot, it is not here, I tried as best as I can to search up what the whole electronic system does and it's relation to the DRS, BUT I AM BY NO MEANS AN EXPERT NOR HAVE ENOUGH KNOWLEDGE, SO EXCUSE THE POOR RESEARCH. The car designs are from Pinterest... Some swear words (fuck, bitch, etc...) Let me know if I missed anything else please!

Faceclaims:

yn leclerc --> anya taylor joy

Prince Thierry --> louis partridge

Masterlist // part 1

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F1_updates_live: Prince Thierry and Princess YN Leclerc heading into the Ferrari motor home in LA. Neither of the Royals look ecstatic to be in this position and it's no doubt to do with the statement released by Ferrari's Formula one media team, where they had essentially blamed the newly wedded Princess, YN Leclerc and their own driver, Charles Leclerc, for his DNF in the previous GP.

username: let them cook

username: the amount of bodyguards they have is insane

username: they do not look happy

username: yeah, no shit sherlock, ferrari basically said that it was yn's fault that Charles is distracted

username: ferrari blaming everyone but themselves

LEAKED AUDIO FROM LAS VEGAS GP, FERRARI'S MOTORHOME: tensions rise in the Ferrari garage as the young royals of Monaco, Prince Thierry and Princess YN Leclerc, threaten Fred Vasseur of taking him to court after buying out the rest of Charles' contract with Ferrari.

(Princess YN Leclerc,Prince Thierry, Fred Vasseur)

"It has been proven time and time again that the team is so incompetent! Why won't you do any changes?"

"Do you think that it's easy? These are people's livelihoods we are talking about"

"You do realise you are talking to a princess, right? She is well aware of how to run a business and a team, unlike you."

"I am just saying that I can't just fire people because Charles can't manage the car!"

"CAN'T MANAGE THE CAR? Are you out of your fucking mind mr. Vasseur? There is evidence, very strong evidence for your information, that the problem was from the electronic system. Do you have any idea how fucked up your engineers and strategists have to be to send out a car with failed electronic system?"

"Correct me if I am wrong my darling, but don't the electronic system control the DRS?"

"Mmhhmmm"

"And if the DRS opens in a corner it might result in a crash, am I correct mr. Vasseur?"

"The DRS was fine, there was-"

"My husband is asking a yes or no question Fred."

"Yes."

"So basically, Ferrari's Formula one team had, intentionally and with their knowledge, put a member of the monegasque royal family in direct danger."

"But Charles isn't a member of the royal family! He is only YN's half brother!"

"PRINCESS YN MR VASSEUR! YOU WILL DO WELL TO REMEMBER THAT!"

"Charles is my brother, and you dare put him in harm's way. I am princess YN Leclerc of Monaco, I can and I will hold you accountable as the principal of this team."

"You can't do anything! Carlos had the same car-"

"Carlos did not have the same car and you know it!"

"We already know Fred, we have had professional inspections done on both cars, it's quite deceiving really, telling a driver that he's the priority and still disappointing him every single time."

🔊 a thud is heard 🔊

"This is the amount of money to buy Charles out of Ferrari, but don't spend it Fred, we will be getting it back in court."

"YN WHAT WE-"

"PRINCESS YN FRED! *sigh* it seems like no matter what you are still convinced that you and your workers did no wrong, we will see about that."

"There is only one race left, there will be no team to take in Charles now!"

"Oh, we are not looking for a team to take him in, we made a team for him."

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[angelboyliveson]

Here's a little story -> Machine Hybrid (kind of) + Humiliation kink + Medical Malpractice + Exhibitionism

You have about 5 seconds after you wake up to comprehend your dream until it wastes away into nothing. Then just like that, all memory of the image might as well have never been there. So it wasn’t peculiar when you woke up with only a few fleeting concepts of what had happened. It didn't help that you had gone to bed thoroughly stoned. But a nagging instinct deep inside you kept wondering if these now cloudy images had been real. No, certainly not. It was a dream, a weird one. But why was your head pounding? Why did the sun seem almost painfully bright? You rubbed your eyes to try and adjust to your blinding room, but fuck it stung. Your whole head had a consistent throb, not like your average hangover. This was a new sensation. Something that would be present after some sort of injury or procedure.

Though, it didn’t matter. The rhetoric that teachers had been pushing on you your whole life was ever present. Class was your priority, and you weren’t the first student to wake up in some sort of unexplainable pain. University anxieties haunted your every waking moment. The early classes were a terrible decision, but above it all, there was the roommate situation. You had never considered yourself a bully; you were a “pleasure to have in class” and a “caring friend.” You'd certainly never given anyone a reason to have animosity towards you. Well, there was Casey. You had to admit, your teasing of Casey had gone too far. To put it plainly, he was a freak. You felt bad for thinking it, but man was he helpless. A total social recluse. He was majoring in computer engineering, and one step into your dorm, you'd be able to tell. Blueprints, textbooks, notebooks, and circuit boards were littered across every available surface. You thought it seemed kinda odd that he even had all these computer parts. You didn't think the program was that hands-on within the beginning months of the first year or that he'd even have so many of the parts at home, but what would you know?

It was a close call this morning, his class had been much earlier than yours. You sighed a breath of relief knowing you wouldn’t have to encounter him until later. To be honest, you were a little ashamed. It was just to impress a girl, no harm, no foul. A lighthearted joke at best. But the way Casey reacted you’d think you’d gone full Bucket-Dump-Carrie on him. Guilt made a home in your chest, but so did the endorphins from making a girl laugh. You were just making your rounds as a freshman when you decided to shoot your shot with this cuter-than-ever girl from campus. It was mediocre at best, but you triumphed in the **rare** win of intimacy. The two of you just cuddled up when you got the idea to show her that you could be funny. You shyly suggested you two should snoop on Casey's laptop, knowing you would probably find some sort of depraved shit on there.  Her excitement to invade Casey's space skyrocketed your confidence, I mean she loved the idea, so how wrong could it be? The password resided in a journal taped under Casey's mattress, talk about cliche. Shuddering with anticipation, you and your hookup began to inspect the laptop. The screen itself was greasy, crumbs were dwelling in the crevices of each key, and a fat slab of duct tape covered the camera. But the vile presentation was pristine in comparison to the filth of the content Casey had left open. Laughter immediately filled the room, tabs and tabs of porn were assaulting your eyes. Poor guy must be amature he hadn't even switched to incognito. Some were hentai; you cringed at the giant tits knowing Casey was getting his rocks off to them. Some were more taboo, how many cow farms did it take for all that leather jesus. Sketchy BDSM websites. Audio porn. MILF shit. Even some featuring two guys. You didn't know Casey swung that way; your hookup seemed to find it amusing.

You began to notice an overarching theme to all this raunchy content. Powerplay, dom/sub type stuff, which is pretty standard, but in these videos, it was the women who were dominant. You found this more than amusing because Casey seems to consider everyone inferior to him. Anyone who’s had the displeasure of knowing him would grow to dread the sound of his pitchy yet patronizing voice making unnecessary comments on your screw-ups, or otherwise just painting himself as superior. His laugh was arguably worse, a shrill smug snicker would sometimes occur as he sat and stared at you, bathing in his sense of self-importance. So you didn’t hold back when you started laughing at this new information. The idea of his cocky and arrogant voice whining to the thought of being dominated, it made your day. Amid your giggles, the door swung open.

He sighed seeing you had company over and went to retreat to his bed, he hadn't quite processed what was going on until he did a double take and recognized the silver device planted in your lap.

"What the fuck is going on here?" He said.

"Casey. Man, I had no clue you were so submissive. Is this how needy virginity gets you?" You said. You almost regretted it right away, but you felt content seeing the girl next to you chuckle and shove your arm.

"Get the fuck out."

"Dude, it's my room too, and I thought you were the one who likes being ordered around."

Casey took a second to try and rebuttal but was met with just a sound of frustration leaving his lips. His cheeks turned bright red and he stormed out of the room. Later that night he returned but did not utter a word about what had happened. The next few days were silent.

It was cruel, but what happened had happened, and you promised yourself you would never get to that point again. Fuck your whole body was stiff and aching, getting up felt like the crunch of clothing left out in winter to freeze. Everything felt un-used, like you were learning how to maneuver your body for the first time. Something was wrong. Your walking became limping as you greeted the outside world to get to your English class. You braced yourself for the flurries and howling wind to greet your bare face as you pushed open the door, but were met with paranoid confusion and an immediate slick of sweat. Why is it so warm out? It's December, and it was snowing yesterday. For god's sake, you were bitching about the cold just last night. Everyone seemed to be prepared too; they were suited up with the florals of summer fast fashion and distasteful jorts. You seemed to be the only one who didn't check the weather. Why is everyone so accepting of this? What the fuck is going on? The aching of your body had now faded with the new focus of an extreme hot flash, you began to shed your layers. 

"Didn't ya hear? It's summer break."

The voice was familiar, nasaly and cocky, spoken with a sense of superiority. You turned around and were faced with your roomates crooked teeth and sly grin, he seemed to have gotten over the humiliation of last week.

You scoffed "Yeah, I mean with this weather it might as well be. The Earth is so fucked."

He clasped his hands together and looked you in the eyes, it was the kind of stance a person makes when explaining a concept to someone they consider incompetent.

"Well you see, it's hot because it's July."

You were confused about whatever this bit was supposed to be but figured it wasn't worth being late to your lecture.

"Okay.. well nice talk."

You giggled to yourself and walked away towards the lecture hall, but the loop of your backpack is gripped back by a pasty veiny hand.

"It's summer break, you don't have class silly."

You're started to get pissed off at whatever point Casey was trying to make, you assumed this was him trying to prove he wasn't some submissive cuck slut or whatever the fuck that porn title was.

You turned around and smiled.

"The truth's out Casey, it's too fucking late. You can't convince me that this cocky persona of yours was ever real."

Casey seemed strangely unaffected by your remark, in fact you had just become aware that he had held this proud smirk for this whole conversation. His grip tightened on your bag and he began to speak.

"You know, my mom always told me that the people who torment me are just jealous. I always thought it was bullshit, but I realized recently she was right."

"look man, if this is about the whole porno thing I seriously am sorry, I was just trying to impress a girl."

Casey laughed, but it was the kind of laugh that sends a chill through your spine, the kind of laugh that is traced with a degrading, taunting nature. It told you that he knew something that you didn't, something that would end up destroying you.

"The recovery was kind of miraculous. I figured it would be at least a few more months. But that is what my mom meant: I inhabit a skill, a level of intelligence that you couldn't even fathom. You are jealous."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night." You snort, walking away in an attempt to end a conversation with your roommate who was clearly off his rocker.

He gripped your shoulder that was tender from god knows what and squeezed.

"Dude actually fuck off, fucking freak." you continued to walk away but suddenly felt a jolt within your entire body, you collapsed onto your knees.

You attempted to raise yourself off the ground, but your legs were paralyzed. Completely out of your control. You could still feel sensations, the sweat of this situation and the small twitches of your calf muscles trying to hoist yourself up, but you were stuck.

"Wha-wha-what the fuck what the actual fuck, don't just stand there help me the fuck up."

"You need to listen to me. It is not December. It is July. You have undergone a medical procedure and have been recovering for months."

Your mouth could not muster up a drop of saliva, it had gone completely dry. You were dizzy with confusion. The pounding of your temples, the sweat glazing your back, the sneer expression on your roommate. You didn't know what was wrong but every instinct in your body was warning you of something sinister.

"Casey. Why can't I get up?" You were now painstakingly aware of the humiliating nature of being stuck on your knees in front of your fuck ass roommate in a public setting.

"You really thought you could humiliate me, go through my personal belongings, and bring a girl into our bedroom knowing I'd be home in a half hour? God, it's like you were trying to get caught on my laptop, like you were salivating, waiting for the moment you could embarrass me in front of a girl. You assumed, like everyone always assumes, that nothing would come of it. That my place in society is a punchline to a joke and that I should just be accepting of that. I'm done. It's your turn to be humiliated."

He revealed a sleek remote control from his pocket; it was far too complicated for you to understand. Binary code was written on a small glowing screen; the rest was made up of switches and dials. A strange hybrid of old-fashioned technology and the digital monitors of today.

Tears stung your eyes and with all your might tried to use your strength to at least get in a crouching stance. But, it was hopeless. Your body was no longer at your will.

"Can you not understand? Are you stupid? You aren't getting up, you can't get up. It's not your decision how your body functions anymore. How you move. How you feel. What you say.”

He towered over you as you were stuck on your knees. A grin spread over his face as he began to fiddle with the remote.

"You know, you should be thankful the installation went how it did. You could have gone brain dead, the computer was pretty huge to insert in your pretty little head."

You honestly were too disoriented to even pay attention to whatever bullshit he was cooking up now. Your only focus at this point was being able to stand again.

"Help. me up."

"You're not the one giving orders here; just try your best to be obedient, okay, buddy?

He was talking to you like you were an idiot, which wasn't far off from normal but this was degrading to the point where your face was flushing from the humiliation.

"You fucking creep. Help me the fuck up now or-"

You were cut off when you noticed a powerful sensation between your legs and a stickiness beginning to coat your boxers. Your face was flushing, lips quivering, and it feels as if you’ve lost all bodily control. It was like being 14 and touching yourself for the first time, an uncontrollable and pathetic reaction to the tingling of your most sensitive parts. It made it seem like you were a complete virgin, like you got leaky over hand holding. Nobody had even touched you and you were almost blacking out over the feeling.

"Wh-whateughh what?" You were so confused but couldn’t render a sentence without whining.

Casey laughed in your face and gave you a smug I-told-you-so kind of glare.

"It took a lot of research to figure out how I could stimulate your nerves, it was a bit out of my threshold, but I did.” he said as he adjusted a dial on the remote.

You felt your groin throbbing and knew what was about to happen. The oh so familiar climax, but this time it was in public, on your knees, in front of Casey. As the panic set in that you were about to orgasm in front of everyone, Casey crouched down eye to eye with you and smiled.

"Aww are you gonna cum?" He cooed “You have to say the magic words first."

You had no idea what he was talking about. Everyone on campus suddenly crowded around the scene, laughing and filming you shaking and whining on your knees. It was nightmarish, paralyzed making the most humiliating moment of your life inescapable. You couldn’t move. You couldn’t cover your face. You couldn’t do anything. You were about to rebuttle to try and save your reputation, but oh, god. What's happening? Your lips began to move outside your own will, and you felt yourself beginning to speak, you couldn’t stop it.

"I've been a good boy, can I please please cum?" you stuttered out.

Your face was beet red, you had no idea why or how you just said that. Tears streamed down your crimson cheeks from a mix of the humiliation and overstimulation of your crotch. Casey laughed that degrading raspy laugh, that you had cringed at so many times before. He looked you dead in the eyes, smile still plastered across his freckly face, and switched a knob on the remote all the way to the left.

You got hit with a wave of pure, orgasmic bliss and couldn’t stop yourself from moaning and crying for everyone around you to see. Your legs were shaking uncontrollably and if you weren’t embarrassed and ashamed enough, seeing the very visible wet patch on your pants sent you over the edge. You wanted to die right there and then. Was there a way to get this computer out of your head? Is this your life now?

Casey had finally reached out a helping hand,

"Come on, buddy, I have so much I need to test."

[beardedalcoholic]

Medical Emergency

‘Medical Emergency, Navigation 4, Medical Emergency, Navigation 4.’

The message repeated over and over across the PA system of the Leviathan Class exploratory ship. A massive space fairing vessel dedicated to finding the edge of creation and everything in between the Galactic Edge was a marvel of multi-species engineering.

Fifteen different habitats built to within micro-specifications for the species they were meant to hold, seven multi species common areas built to accommodate every race on board. Enough FTL drives to be able to be fired in succession so when one batch went down another could be brought online so they didn’t even have to stop for a cool down period between jumps. Recycling processes efficient within .0001% allowing near as possible full self-sustainability for an indefinite amount of time.

The main drawback of such a marvel of galactic traversal being of course…the FUCKING size…larger than some moons, a population numbering more than some planets (or at least it felt that way) and yet somehow never enough personnel in the right places at the right times.

‘Of course the emergency is right inside the border of my territory, because why wouldn’t it be? And of course, it had to be JUST as I was about to go off shift.’ Thought MD1 Joseph Jarl, JJ to anyone who wanted to continue a comfortable existence, after all no one knew how best to take someone apart than the ones who had to put others back together.

Running at full human speed JJ flew down the various passages dodging, spinning, ducking and jumping around the many obstacles in his way with all the predatory grace humans were gifted with.

‘Ha! and mom always said it was a waste for a doctor to learn parkour.’ 

Sliding on one hip beneath the centaur like body of a Gravelin engineer and popping back up to a full run JJ jumped and thrust one foot out to run alongside a bulkhead when he came to a T-section of corridor, narrowly missing the heads of a group of Ranki environmental scientists as he fell from the wall and rolled to maintain momentum.

Slamming a hand to the Medical Bypass Badge on his chest, signaling the door immediately in front of him to open JJ slid to a stop inside Nav.Bay 4 eyes flicking around the space looking for the emergency.

Sharp ocean blue eyes registered three different species, one of which still tensed when in direct line of sight of his forward-facing predatory gaze. Attention landing on a group of navigators clustered in a small huddle JJ slung the med-pack off his back and approached the group.

Head held high, shoulders wide and a purpose in his stride JJ projected every ounce of authority he could dredge up from his years as a medical professional he could when he ordered the group to back up and give him some space to work with. Approaching the center of the group JJ noticed the Elental on the floor, curled into a ball and rocking back and forth while making small pathetic whining sounds while very obviously having a hard time breathing.

Dropping to one knee in front of the one species on board that most closely resembled a human JJ slowly reached out and rested a hand on the Elental’s shoulder. Being a species that stood on average around 6.5-7 feet tall he barely had to reach to grasp the rocking figure’s shoulder.

Elental were a bipedal race with nearly translucent skin in direct light, long sharply pointed ears, eyes that stretched from the bridge of a dual slit nose to where the temple would be on a human with three pupils each, mostly human proportioned faces and a universally slender build.

It was a very little-known fact but the first time the human council met an Elental the lead diplomat was in fact recorded on official record as having muttered the phrase ‘Fuck me we found Space Elves’… though the actual audio recording of this moment was very deeply buried beneath as much galactic red tape as was possible. Noticing there was no response to his touch JJ turned to the closest navigator and asked for any details on the medical emergency.

“We don’t really know Human JJ, he was trying to determine some FTL jump coordinates and the timing required to make them when he started shaking and his speech became rapid and somewhat slurred, he began shaking and clutching his, well it would be the stomach on you, but his main pulmonary area and his respiration began to rapidly increase. When he tried to walk away from his station he collapsed and that was when we called the emergency, is he sick?” The Fenra asked nervously after the quick report on what happened.

JJ would never admit it but seeing a three-foot alien that looked like were-shitzu nervous and scared was absolutely adorable.

“I don’t think so no…hold on,” Quickly determining that there was no external injuries JJ tried raising the Elental’s head to look into his face but his patient seemed to be in a stubborn mood.

Taking a chance JJ reached into his pocket and pulled out a simple twentieth century zippo, an antique passed down in his family that he kept in working condition and never went anywhere without.

Flicking it open with a sharp, practiced snap JJ kept the grin off his face when the Elental’s gaze snapped up at the sudden sound. With a flick of his thumb JJ lit the lighter and held it directly between his eyes. The Elental’s six pupils swiveled and in a rather disconcerting motion…fused into a single large pupil for each eye the size of an Old Earth quarter, totally focused on the flame a mere six inches away.

“What is your name?” JJ asked slowly, in a deep and calm voice that witnesses would later report had a strange resonance to it.

“E-e-ekariel” The Elental responded with a slight stutter, eyes locked on the tiny flame as JJ slowly began to move it back and forth.

“Listen to my voice Ekariel, listen to nothing but my voice, focus on the sound of my words and know nothing but my words…What do you feel Ekariel, what is beneath you right now?” This question spoken in the same deep resonating voice.

“Tell me what is in the now, what is beneath you at this very moment.”

“Deck plates.” The answer came out in a somewhat hurried response.

“Describe the deck plates Ekariel, what are they made of?” The flame moved slowly from left to right and back again, never going further than the outer reaches of the human’s own eyes…left eye, right eye back to left and repeat.

“Cold, metal, textured in small waves, rigid.” Ekariels voice came slightly stronger, less breathless and wheezing.

“What do you see Ekariel, describe what your eyes are telling you.”

“Fire, small flame, glittering eyes, blue stars and black holes.”

“What do you smell Ekariel, describe what you smell in the immediate area around you?” JJ asked as he pitched his voice slightly lower and slowed the waving of the lighter marginally.

“Four species…Musk, fur, water…Otorian species fresh from the hydrosphere…Dust, heat, insects…Lidarians recently from the arid habitats…mold, plant decay, rain…Jaguras from the forest dome…pheromones, sweat, spice, disinfectant…human recently in the medical bay.” Ekariels breathing slowed and stabilized as he spoke, voice gaining slightly more strength.

“What do you hear Ekariel, tell me what sounds you hear in this moment.” The flame now slowly traversed from one pupil to the other, no faster than before but slowly closing in on the middle of the human’s face.

“Typing, I can hear digits impacting sensor boards to the right…scratching, someone is writing equations long hand for accuracy checks near the forward portion of the bay…breathing, so many breathing patterns.” The Elental’s eyes never wavered from the flame, slowly tracking it back and forth, voice becoming stronger, limbs no longer shaking as bad though still quivering slightly.

“Focus on the breathing Ekariel.”

Now the flame only traversed from the inner corner of JJ’s eyes, never moving faster or slower, JJ’s voice becoming slightly deeper, seeming to hum and resonate more from his chest than his throat or mouth.

“Listen to the breaths around you, feel the air move as it is taken in and expelled…smell the breaths of those around you, those who would look after you…now slowly block them out…block out all the breaths but your own…tell me about your breaths Ekariel.” The lighter now barely moved past the outer edges of JJ’s nose.

“Three respiratory voids…expanding and filtering contaminants from the air…nutrients being stripped from the atmosphere into the blood stream…collapsing and expelling by-products of respiration…oxygen, nitrogen, helium being removed from the system via respiration…” Ekariel’s voice now had an almost sleeping dream like quality to it, low and slow.

“Tell me about the heartbeats Ekariel…how many do you feel?” The flame was still now, directly between JJ’s eyes, the focused and unblinking eyes of a predator staring directly into Ekariel’s own dilated pupils.

“I can only feel one heart beat…I can only feel my own heart.”

“Come back to us Ekariel…focus on my voice and with every beat of your heart come back to us…with every beat, shed the fear that imprisoned you and follow my voice.” JJ slowly began to back away from Ekariel as spoke, incrementally rolling onto his haunches as the Elental followed the flame.

Slowly JJ closed the lid to his antique lighter snuffing the flame. As if waking from a deep sleep Ekariel blinked and shook his head, pupils splitting back into two sets of three and eyes widening.

“Easy, easy, Ekariel… focus on the now, sight, smell, touch, hearing focus on those. Come on lad breath in…out…in…out, there you go, no don’t get up…lay down and focus, gather your thoughts.” JJ slowly eased the Elantel down fully onto the deck plates and raised his reverse jointed knees as best he could.

“Ekariel I need you to listen to me, listen to my voice…are you listening?” Ekariel nodded his head, looking up a JJ with a slightly dazed look on his face.

“You had a panic attack E.K. logs show you haven’t had a sufficient rest period for three cycles and in that time your nutritional intake has sharply declined. You are suffering from lack of rest and negligence of sustenance. As such I am removing you from the duty roster for the next four cycles and requiring you to report to the Galley Watch for every normal meal time where you will eat AT A MINIMUM a full standard meal of no less than one and a half again the daily nutritional requirement for at least two cycles. You are barred from any areas or activities relating to the navigation or piloting of this vessel…basically you are going to take the next four cycles to eat food, sleep, relax and either work on or find a hobby.” JJ finished with a small smile at the oddly shell-shocked look on Ekariel’s face.

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After having received JJ’s report on the medical emergency and that Ekariel would be fine with a few cycles of rest and full meals the captain instigated a mandatory rotation of extended rest periods lasting at least three cycles unless otherwise noted by a Corpsman.

On paper the decision was to help the training and cross training of individuals by exposing them to a variety of new positions for longer periods of time and to potentially familiarize more of the crew with the inner workings of other departments and areas of the ship. In reality it was so the entire crew could have a chance to catch their breath and actually enjoy it before being thrown back into high stress situations, they were going to be on this ship for quite a long time after all, no need to have them burn themselves out so early in the voyage.

[unfortunate17]

whats your fav wilmon headcanon? where do you think they’ll end up living after graduation?

you know I was going to reply that I don’t have very specific headcanons but I was thinking about it as I got ready for bed and -

I like to think that Wilmon, above all else, prioritize making experiences together and having fun doing things Wille always thought impossible for them. I think they do long distance for college and Simon is so afraid that it’s going to be hard, especially for Wille, but it ends up being one of the best things to happen to them - Wille learns to find his own interests and make friends and just be a regular young adult who makes mistakes in the kitchen and skips class. Ofc they see eachother on the weekends and holidays 🥰

I think Wille majors in something like Literature and writes a lot of poetry on the side, then does a 360 and goes on to get a PhD in a stem field just because he can change his mind now and do whatever he likes. All of the poetry he writes ends up being for Simon - and the first time Simon gets one, it’s as a birthday present, and he cries.

Simon, on the other hand, has a very clear vision of his dream job, so he gets an audio engineering degree, and works behind the scenes producing and mixing music. He still sings occasionally ofc and everytime he uploads a video to social media, it blows up because you can always hear Wille clapping & cheering at the end of each one - and the internet is naturally obsessed with them.

Wille’s interest in fashion develops, but remains a hobby, and he starts to experiment with cuts and silhouettes - luckily he has the perfect (albeit reluctant) model at home. He goes out shopping with Felice and every time Simon’s like oh what did you get?, Wille shows him one thing he bought for himself and six other things that he thought Simon would look amazing in.

They spend their 20s just luxuriating in each other - visiting one another at work, trying different restaurants and bars, partying together - hosting friends and out at clubs, and TRAVELING. Simon has always wanted to see the world and Wille is determined to show it to him. I think home base will always be Stockholm for them, but they’re definitely globe trotters.

Ofc they fight and squabble like children - but they can never stay mad at each other for too long. Sometimes Simon cracks first, turning to show Wille something on his phone, forgetting that he’s supposed to be mad, and sometimes, it’s Wille - who’ll just slide up behind Simon to hold him as he sniffles and Simon always melts instantly. They learn to communicate better, especially when they move in together - Wille picks up a sport to channel his temper and Simon learns to actually vocalize his feelings and wants.

Wille’s relationship with his parents also improves drastically now that he’s no longer forced into being someone he doesn’t want to be. Him and his mother slowly start to understand each other better, especially as Wille gets older and starts wondering if he wants a family of his own and Kristina softens with age and love, especially when faced with Wilhelm’s sheer, unbridled happiness. When Linda gets married, her and Ludvig both attend the ceremony with Wille & Simon and it is the talk of the internet. Ofc Wilmon wedding rumors start to swirl everywhere after that.

Still, Simon and Wille don’t get engaged until they’re in their early 30s and stay engaged for a few years before they tie the knot in a small court house ceremony with little fanfare. Wille picks out Simon’s suit and alters it himself, and despite not being the Lit major, Simon writes him the most beautiful vows.

As for children - Simon kind of wants them, but Wille’s unsure. Maybe they have one, maybe they just get a pet. Either way, once they get married, they give a rare public interview where Simon and Wille finally talk about their tumultuous coming of age story. It’s so funny, Wille says, that he had to leave his crown and title behind to find his happily ever after. Simon jokes that it’s like a reverse Cinderella story.

And yet, what a fairytale they make: a troubled, delinquent prince who crossed paths with a small town boy with big dreams who changed the very trajectory of his life.

[mwolf0epsilon]

Fun Mimic Fact of the Day: The Steamworks and Dieselworks (and other such facilities) are a combination metalworking workshop and veterinarian service.

Seeing as the mimics are living creatures that "just so happen" to be able to metabolize both inorganic material and fuel sources to function in ways similar to the engine or vehicle type they're mimicking, it shouldn't be a surprise that a double specialisation would be required for mimic husbandry.

This of course means that many railworkers and crew are made to take a beginner's class on veterinarian first-aid in case of an emergency (It's best to be prepared than be caught unaware, if your mimic just so happens to become injured in the line of duty).

Of course the bulk of the work still goes to the respective Steamworks and Dieselworks workers (due to the healing process still involving spare parts being given to the mimic to speed up their regeneration factor), as well as their designated maintenance mimics who oversee or even physically help with the work.

Misdiagnosis and botched mending jobs are easier to avoid when you have a mimic on the job, since the mimic itself can easily figure out what's wrong, and will indicate the right procedure through whatever means is available (most facilities have large catalogues the mimics can browse through and point to, while more modern ones have audio button settups for their mimic advisors to press).

Victor, Kevin, Den and Dart, as Sodor's officially certified works crew mimics, have service vests to indicate their positions and are rarely seen at their larger sizes (unless the work they're doing requires a bit more muscle, and even then Kevin is often the one who's needed at such a scale).

[itsnotamatterofif]

Cast Recording thoughts that no one asked for!

It’s getting a solid 7/10 for me, and I don’t think it’s any of the actor’s faults. There’s just some strange editing choices that make absolutely no sense to me (freight into act 2 hydrogen with no coda being one of them), and the whole thing just sounds very… earnest? They sure are hitting every note perfectly, there’s just no riffs unless you’re greaseball or Momma, and I am thinking that it’s either a directing choice or just a general lack of confidence from brand new debuting cast. I wasn’t sure at first if this is just due to the improving quality of audio recording since 2009, but like, all the T’s are accentuated and half of the riffs sound like they were pre-agreed, there’s no room for the actors to show off if that makes sense.

There were a few songs that I didn’t like, (I’ll be honest Freight pales in comparison to previous freights, which is sad as a Hydra stan - he doesn’t even get his introduction!!!!) and there were some that smashed it out of the park, and I genuinely think all of the problems are just very strange creative decisions by a team who wanted to make something ‘new’ and ‘modern’ without quite understanding what that is outside of ditching a traditional pit orchestra. I’m a bit sad they don’t have any incidentals, but also that’s rare to find in cast recordings these days.

Outside of that, however, I think the actual singing is great and the cast do their damned best. I’ve never actually heard Jeevan as Rusty (I saw Scott when I saw it) so it was really nice to hear - he has such a good voice. Tom Pigram also comes across better on the recording - some of the megamixes have been DODGY on those top notes, but the recording was super good and I like the editing in AC/DC. The ethereal twink vibes are unreal, they’re giving those rich dudes on instagram who always brag about having £40 cups of tea or whatever.

I’m gonna do an under the cut with a thought on every song (I need to give the music student in me something to do every now and then)

Okay track list run down!

Overture/entry of trains: nothingburger song but otherwise a nice into, could have done with a bit of a break between the mum telling control off and then going into the song but whatever. Slightly strange no trains have nationalities but Greaseball is still the Union Pacific, however big up They/Them Orange Flash.

Rolling Stock: classic, love it, 10/10. We already knew this was a banger.

Crazy: we already knew this was a banger too. Jeevan’s Rusty is so sweet and determined. I don’t know if I prefer it over the doo-wap version from 2009 but it’s still good.

I Am Me: I still don’t actually know whether I like this song, but I also didn’t know whether I liked it in Bochum. It’s a bit generic and it think it’s a bit weird that they’re all like ‘yeah those engines can’t push us around!’ before being pushed around by the engines. I think I just miss A Whole Lotta Locomotion but I can understand why they cut it.

Whistle At Me: this is so sweet but so weird. Why is Rusty not allowed to whistle? Is it because of noise pollution laws? Cat calling allegory? Are steamers second class citizens and have to keep all proof they’re a steamer quiet? What’s the deal here. They’ll remove incidental speech that is essential to the story but keep in Pearl friendzoning him.

Freight is Great: UGH. Tassita is the highlight here honestly. It’s just so EMPTY, I guess that’s a constraint of just how few cast members can be on that stage without there being a health and safety shut down. I hate the chop into Hydrogen, it’s so horrible and janky and that’s not even where Hydrogen is in the show.

Hydrogen: breaks my heart to say it, but I never really liked Hydrogen. I don’t like environmentalist activism in shows since it’s never the audience who needs to hear it, and I find it funny that ALW wants to preach this now when he’s more than happy to take a private jet to a country he doesn’t live in to support a political party who doesn’t really care (ALW is Tory scum for those not in the UK). Jayden Vijn is a powerhouse both vocally and on stage though, and there’s more character in this song than there is in half the first act sooooo

AC/DC: actually a banger? I like the different approach to Electra, and I think the editing covers up for the fact that Pigram isn’t a belter. They did forget to introduce a component though which is just a hilarious oversight.

Pumping Iron: IMPECCABLE 10/10. No notes. Al Knott is amazing.

Make up My Heart: very sweet, very earnest. Montecillo’s Pearl seems to be very innocent, which is different. Can’t really go wrong with this one.

Momma’s Blues: mmmm Jade Marvin has such a nice voice, it takes her a line or two to get into it but once she’s into it it’s very nice and smooth. Classic song, really like it, Lumber’s interrupts however make absolutely no sense without the visuals.

Starlight Express: it’s the song!! Why did they change the melody oh my GOD- Jeevan sings it so nicely but I would give my right arm to hear him sing the traditional one.

UNCOUPLED: Eve Humphries is so so so good. The loss of the accent is worth mourning, but I’d rather she did it like this than put on a shit southern accent for the bit.

Wide Smile: not even gonna lie this is a JAM. Emily Martinez is such an underdog and she fucking went for it. Ending is a bit weird but I guess we can’t have everything.

The Races: I’m gonna include them as one since they’re functionally identical. It’s nice to have them in, I wish we could have had all four since I think the first one is actually race 1, 2, and 3 jammed together. I REALLY LIKE the chorus in the final race singing to get Rusty over the finish line, that’s such a sweet touch.

I am the Starlight: impeccable. This is one of those songs you have to get right and I think they both aced it. I think there’s room for both of them to be a bit more vocally adventurous, but it’s a solid performance, and it’s fantastic live which adds to my theory that they were all being held back by vocal direction.

One Rock N Roll Too Many: amazing, funny as fuck. Greasy’s and Electra’s ‘NO’ is amazing. 10/10.

I do: I feel a bit bad saying this is a bit generic, it’s a fantastic vocal performance, I just think next time you fall in love is much more theatrically interesting and gives some character depth. Pearl spends most of the musical not really giving a shit about Rusty so it’s suddenly a bit weird that she’s absolutely head over heads for him, and at least in Next Time she admits she liked him all along and just didn’t know it.

Light at the end of the Tunnel: classic and good, and I actually like the environmental changes here. Marvin shows again how strong of a singer she is and a good time is had all round.

Megamix: ELECTRA HIT THE NOTES YES LAD GET ON!!!!!! I have been listening to this on repeat for months on YouTube so it’s nice to have an official recording finally. Just an absolute tune.

Yeah anyway rant over feel free to disagree with me on most of this

[azsazz]

Hiii 👋 just wanted to say I adore your writing ☺️ I always get so happy when I see you’ve written something new 😁

I was curious to ask, what are some of your favourite modern AU jobs/roles for the bat boys (whether you’ve written about them or not)? Or just any ACOTAR characters?

CEO Rhys has been done a lot, but for good reason, it’s so perfect. He almost has to be effortlessly rich and/or in some position of power, like a prince, or a mafia boss.💰 I also kinda like to imagine him as a nepo baby set to take over his father’s company, but he breaks away or gets cut off, so with his very little actual job experience (as he was all set to inherit), he gets a barista job at a lil coffee shop. ☕️

Cass would definitely suit something physical, like an ice hockey player, or a firefighter, or a personal trainer. I could so see him being a gym teacher as well, imagine him coaching a kids ice hockey team. 💪🏽 He would SO volunteer to be a nude model in life drawing classes in his free time 😆 Though I hadn’t considered it before I read your stuff, I think he really fits a small town rancher too. I can so picture him in jeans, boots, and a flannel shirt, driving around in an old rusty faded red truck 👨‍🌾

Az could easily be in the FBI or something, but choosing something further away from his canon role, I seriously think he’d be an awkward computer programmer / software engineer nerd, or a twitch gamer, 👨🏻‍💻 with a secret anonymous OnlyFans or erotic audio patreon on the side. 😏 And I reckon he’d ride a motorcycle and tinker with it in his spare time, so might also enjoy working at a garage. 🏍️ I really love him in Midnight Muse, and think he suits a shy amateur artist / tattoo artist as well.

I also love the bat boy band idea I’ve seen a lot recently, where Rhys is the charismatic lead singer and guitarist, Az is the quiet songwriting bassist, and Cass is the energetic drummer. 🎶

Sorry it’s so long, I just love thinking about this stuff 😄

Hiiii!! Thank you so so much! I saw this message this morning but wanted to wait until I could give it my full attention and have my computer around, so thank you for your patience! 💙

Okay, some of my favorite AUs for the batboys? This is a wonderful question!

Rhys: Normally, I just think of Rhys as always having some sort of money/job inherited. So CEO, mafia, anything that puts him in a position of power, really, but i think it's mostly because those just reflect the books.

I do, however, love love love art school rhys. painter rhys. working at the local art supply degenerate rhys who still has wealthy parents but is trying to stick it to the man rhys. steals erasers and petty things from the art supply rhys. love him so much.

There's also something to be said about young adult rhys who's messing around with his little sister's best friend rhys. he gets me going too.

also captain of the hockey team rhys is a solid choice for him as well.

Cass: LOVE ME SOME RANCHER/COWBOY/SMALL TOWN CASSIAN. but, these are all very different. small town cass doesn't trust women, heart broken at a young age with the girl he thought was his forever. doesn't want to leave town, likes the ranch because its safe and its what he knows. cowboy cass or bull rider cassian, famous for breaking horses and backs. grumpy, gruff rancher cassian always gets me going tbh he's fucking hot as shit

i also always see him in a blue collar role like a mechanic or welder are the two i mostly attribute to him.

def something physical as well, we love hockey cass, rugby cass, wrestler (wwe lol) cass, dang i had another on my mind for sports cass but i forgot. sad. OH surfer cassian. jock type tho i can see him as. love the firefighter vibe for him too, he'd fill out the tight fire department t-shirt WELL LADIES and also volunteers for wet t-shirt contests. omg gym teach cass would be adorable as hell! oof another thought, contractor cassian ffs that would be so yummy

Az: Az i agree fits the FBI (stalker) vibes. i also like to think of him in finance or computer science too. omfg the erotic audio that's iconic and i'd def subscribe to that. hmmm what else could i see azzy doing...maybe something with music or writing...i could see him being a ghost writer of some sort and then one day his song plays on the radio and he's like hey i wrote that and literally no one believes him. something behind the scenes or where he can go unnoticed is mostly where i place him, tbh. honestly maybe even something military because he takes comfort in having a set schedule and people telling him what to do at every minute of the day. he'd fare well i think. perfect. operative because if the mission goes south and he gets captured he's not telling a soul anything.

Eris: idk why this thought came to my head but i was thinking about architecture but i think eris would be a fantastic interior designer lol. like i could see it. maybe i was just thinking about him furnishing az's new place and having a lil sparky. i could also see him as a lawyer too or something like that, something where he can be the know-it-all, smirking at them and looking down his nose at them...

Lucien: Architecture for sure. or professor. I could see him doing either of these. maybe even lawyer tbh, he would be good at that too, though i know he's immaculate at twisting stories and words so you gotta be careful of that.

Tamlin: poet? lol. professional gaslighter? jk i love tammy. maybe he installs security systems? haha just kidding just kidding. he's a tough one tho. idk why i added him but i guess also a musician but low-key soothing music, instrumental for sure...prob has a podcast where he just bullshits all day

hopefully i didn't rant for too long about this 🤭💙 this was so much fun though thank you for asking!

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[mychlapci]

time for a few of my favourite sfw cybertronian headcanons!!!!

a big one that is so special to me is cybertronians using their altmodes/altmode features to communicate. i really like smaller cars like bumblebee and cliffjumper beeping when they get startled or when they get excited

bumblebee running around and beeping happily lives in my mind rent free

bigger trucks like magnus and optimus would probably make chuffing noises with their engines as either threat displays or when content. i can so easily imagine optimus as a young soldier honking loudly whenever he's excited. big ole HONK! of sheer joy whenever he gets praised or does something fun

soundwave, blaster, rewind, and other such cybertronians who can record audio or video stim by replaying specific clips. and flight frames like pharma, cyclonus, and the seekers clank their wings together in favour of clapping with their servos. speedsters rev their engines or spin their tires just to burn off extra energy

i also think that communal group bonding is done via altmodes. stuff like sleepovers where it's just a bunch of cars cuddled up to each other, or a group of smaller minibots sprawled out across a convoy like magnus. flight frames probably bond by flying together and speedsters consider challenging others to a race to be a form of getting closer to one another

i imagine that asking someone else to clean your altmode would be a big sign of trust. most altmodes aren't really tailored to quick movements, especially while stationary so perhaps asking someone to help you bathe yourself would be a big deal, especially during the war where resources were scarce and bots were more likely to stab each other in the back over smaller things.

hmm maybe it's even a rite that comes with conjunx ceremonies, both amica and endura. mechs will spend the evenings with their endura to be in the bath, slowly scrubbing down every inch of their partners just to prove they can keep them safe and healthy

grooming might also be another bonding thing. not full out bathing but general stuff, like polishing and getting junk out of the joints. i imagine bigger bots like magnus or overlord might need extra help getting fully buffed and polished because of all their kibble. hmm au where overlord isn't such of a dick and he ends up joining the lost light and the first thing he does to prove that he doesn't wanna cause trouble is ask for help getting all the grit out of his joints.

i'm imagining a little lineup of bots all helping each other polish and wax their plating. maybe even helping with removing plating to get a good scrub at the old protoform. ohhh maybe some bots are small enough to reach deep into vents so that their bigger friend don't need to go to the medic to get themselves fully decontaminated.

i do think that the war complicates things somewhat. luxuries like oil baths and fully solvent showers are rare treats and so many bots are on edge all the time that really asking for help can be hard

hmm i like the idea that the decepticons are actually better at asking for assistance for the autobots. many of them were working class individuals who had to more rely on their communities for assistance when things went wrong

megatron and starscream taking breaks from killing each other to help buff out the scuffs and dents in their plating together. just because starscream knows how annoying it is to reach the hard spots on the back and megatron understands that sometimes starscream doesn't want to burden his trine with cleaning his wings

they go back to killing each other the next day but it's the thought that counts

soundwave and his cassettes helping each other get clean and maybe even dragging shockwave out of his lap to help him with self care. i can so easily imagine frenzy and rumble making a game out of scrubbing shockwave down as fast as possible

the combiner teams always look the best because they know personally that they can fully trust each other

i have too many thoughts about cybertronian cleaning culture for this ask so i'm going to cap it off here

yessssss to all of this. alt-mode communication is so important to me. little honks and beeps, letting sirens go off when you want attention. I bet you Prowl’s police siren has gone off when he was frustrated so many times and he hates it. This isn’t really alt-mode but I always imagine that when Optimus is frustrated his smokestacks start to fume, which is kind of hard to hide… 

I also really like to imagine speedsters, or most grounders really, would bond by going on drives together. And if you have a speedster with a slower grounder, they’d purposefully go slow so that their friend can catch up <33

CLEANING!! GROOMING!!! I LOVE cybertronian grooming practices. deep in my heart i know cleaning is a big thing in cybertronian culture. If you have a species that have seams that are hard to reach, it makes sense cleaning is a communal thing. Of course a cybertronian can wash themself, even properly and thoroughly if they take their time, but it’s much easier to have someone helping you… Maybe it’s a communal communal thing, where multiple cybertronians would regularly wash together, with all kinds of frame-sizes abound to make sure all the little hands get in the smallest crooks and the big hands can clean off the smaller bots in one quick swipe. Combiner teams are usually the ones who keep this tradition well into the war because they’re mostly a hive-mind so they know they won’t really hurt one another. 

now i’m thinking about lost light communal washes. in a normal way.

[keelt9]

Cap. 1

Part 1

Masterlist

The soft breeze keeps making the leaves fall. You can hardly recognize their color if it is yellow, orange or a strange mixture of red, but she seems so immersed in the small show all of them give from the moment they detach from the tree until they crash to the ground.

“Is this your first time here?” The taxi driver takes her down to earth.

“Yes.” She sees the driver smiling and turning around in a small street, which she recognizes immediately. 

“Well, it’s almost winter, I bet you will have a lot of fun these days.” The car stops in front of a colorful house and she just smiles before opening the door.

If she counted the seconds between when she grabbed her bags and the moment she felt her lungs lost all the oxygen thanks to the impact of the hug, it would be less than 17.

“___, YOU’RE HERE! YOU’RE HEREEEEEE!” Carolina Mendieta, her best friend since childhood. Their friendship started in the third grade after both of them got punished for making a scene in the middle of the dance class. 

“Oh my god, honey, you will break her bones.” Her mother appears in the frame door with a big smile on her face. The fact Caro is 4 cm taller than her and has practiced karate since she was 5 years old turns everything into a  high possibility. 

“Mrs. Mendienta.” After Caro let her go, her mother immediately hugged her one more time. “___, darling, it’s amazing having you here, sorry for the over excitement.” She points with her eyes to Caro who seems like she just received the best present in years. 

The Mendieta's moved to Uruguay 8 years ago, after her father was notified about his promotion; __ used to joke about being a doctor brings benefits outside of the country. What seemed like the distance could break their prove just made it stronger, constant phone calls, video calls late at night and packages coming and going from country to country; reducing the kilometers and joining her hearts.

That’s why the house doesn’t feel strange or an unfamiliar place, iIt's like she has already been there multiple times, they go inside and a tiny black pug came running and barked all the way until he was  in front of them.

“Hi, Moka.” She squatted to be a little bit closer, she extended her hand and waited for him to make the first move to pat his head.

“I thought your father and Mar would be here.” __ said sitting and rubbing Moka's stomach. 

“Ahg, you know them, dad is a workaholic and Mar is in a shooting.” Mar, is the oldest sister of Carolina, she works as Audio Engineer, so she has been involved in multiple shootings from all types of genres.

“Here, __, you must be thirsty.” Mrs. Mendieta came from the kitchen with a tray of glasses of water and some snacks. “How are your siblings?” She asked her while they sat on the couch followed by Moka who already smelled the sweet essence of the fruit.

“They’re fine, thanks, annoying as always.” Her answer made them giggle. “Oh, how is the pregnancy going?” __ oldest brother, Esteban and his wife are expecting their first baby, driving all her family crazy with excitement. “Good, if everything goes according to the plan, the baby will be born in April.” 

“Your mother must be crazy.” She adds but Caro clears her throat. The mom topic isn’t one of __ favorite ones lately.

“Yeah, she is, but it’s hard to know if it is for the baby or for the wedding number 3.” She drinks a sip of the water. __’s mother, Lucia is preparing her third wedding, after the divorce of her stepfather Enrique Arteaga, one year was enough for her to get a boyfriend and 5 months later in an awkward dinner announced their engagement. 

It’s not like she didn’t want her mother to start a new chapter in her life, or her fiance. What makes her angry is the way she does things. After her father’s death, when she had 2 years old and her twins siblings 8, the following years were a torment; until 3 years after their mother met Enrique, they were in a relationship for 2 years before they decided to get married; Enrique is the father they lost in a early age; every soccer game, competition, festival, morning breakfast, pick from school and a sidekick, the three siblings found in him.

But suddenly the fights began and before everything became a mess, they decided to end the marriage, 8 years of marriage were resumed in a house sold, and the split of her family. __ chose to live with Enrique and her siblings moved in with her mother, well, just Valentina; Estaban got engaged a year later and 9 months later, they were celebrating a wedding.

“And, where are they spending Christmas?” Mrs. Mendienta changes the subject as quickly as she can. In a cowardly way to face her problems, __ notified her family she will spend the holidays with Caro’s family. Her siblings tried to convince her to at least spend those days with them but deep down her parents know letting her go was the wisest decision.

“Enrique with Raquel’s family and Valentina, she doesn’t know.” The conversation was interrupted by Mar's voice.

“I’m home.” As soon as Mar sees __, just like Caro, she screams and runs to hug her. “Shit, I totally forgot.” She spreads apart and grabs __ face in her hands. “God, how old are you 20?” __ laughs and Caro puts her eyes in white. 

“We are the same age fool.” Mar pushes her sister before __ can answer. “24, and you look so much better than her, how is that possible?” She laughs and hugs one more time.

In the dinner they talked about the news Caro forgot to mention and __ too, Caro’s father was excited too for having her in the holidays, and they all already have a schedule for her, one month of adventures, they resumed it like that.

“Your father must be proud of your work in the vineyard.” Mr. Mendieta mentioned serving the dessert. 

__ is in the last semesters of Agricultural Engineering, and she already had been working to specialize in oenology, the fact Enrique has a small vineyard was one of the main inspirations. 

“Or terrified.” She jokes causing everyone a small laugh. “I just hope to do a great job, and learn everything I can.” 

“That’s for sure honey, also your graduation gives us the perfect excuse to go home even if it is for a couple of days.” It wasn’t a secret that everyone missed Mexico, and being away for 8 years made them miss it more.

[kimliptree]

since im going on a plane flight how about:

what do the mercs do on a flight? like, do they bring anything onto the flight to tinker or do smth with, or just sleep? ykyk? :3?

uh ouh i forgot to go through my requests BUT OFC CIPHER ILL DO THIS FOR UU Scout:He is raw dogging the flight and is going to regret it since he doesn't have entertainment Soldier:His ears keep popping and he dislikes the feeling so much that he keeps going to the bathroom just to scream Pyro:They are having the time of their life asking the flight attendants for more peanuts and candies Demoman:he's trying his best OKAY?? He keeps having a headache Heavy:He's sound asleep right next to Medic! Engineer: He's still working on his blueprints somehow even on the plane (does this dude ever stop working?) Sniper: He scared the baby on the plane and now its non stop crying, he's very tense Medic: He's listening to an audio book w his little headphones on with Heavy sleeping on his shoulder Spy: He booked himself a first class ticket so he wouldnt have to deal with normal plane shenanigans (so not fun of you spy)

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The G925 GPU matches desktop PC-grade raytracing with increased opacity micromaps (OMM) to increase scene depths with subtle layering effects.

OMM-supported games' benefits:

Reduced geometry rendering

Visual enhancements without increasing model complexity

Natural-looking feathers, hair, and plants

4K Displays & Dedicated Audio: Multiple displays focus attention and streamline procedures, increasing efficiency. Task-specific displays simplify multitasking and reduce clutter. With support for up to three 4K monitors (internal and external), professionals have huge screen space for difficult tasks, while gamers and content makers have extra windows for chat, streaming, and real-time interactions.

DP MST supports two 4K external screens.

Custom processing optimises power use and improves audio quality. Low-power standby detects wake-up keywords, improving voice assistant response. This performance-energy efficiency balance improves smart device battery life, audio quality, and functionality.

Hi-Fi Audio DSP for low-power standby and sound effects

Support for up to Wi-Fi 7 and Bluetooth 6.0 provides extreme wireless speeds and signal range for the most efficient anyplace computing.

Wi-Fi 7 can reach 7.3Gbps.

Two-engine Bluetooth 6.0

[bubblegum-glitch]

I suppose the best place to begin an introduction is at the very beginning. But let's be real, that's 35 years of filler that I'm sure most of you don't have the time to read through. Life is short, and life is busy, so how about we bullet point the highlights and "need to knows" leading up to the journey that you're all here for!

Hang on to your butts, I'm about to throw a lot of information at you in rapid fire succession.

I was born in April of '89 and was raised on the East Coast of Canada.

I have 4 older brothers, my parents are still together, and aside from a few hiccups I had a pretty good home life.

I have some alcohol related trauma due to my dad's addiction. He was never violent or abusive, but there are some mental scars that never fully healed. (Note he is now sober and our relationship is much better these days.)

I have a very close relationship with my mom.

My mom babysat so I was raised with 3 girls my age who are my sisters from other misters. We may not be related by blood, but we have that same bond that sisters have.

My family would have been considered lower middle class.

I was a tom boy growing up. I was more interested in video games and beast wars than barbies and baby dolls.

I started showing signs of mental health issues (anxiety, depression & panic attacks) around 10 years old (the same time my period started) but they were not addressed until my late 20s.

I had severe acne in my teens and have bad permanent scaring on my cheeks as a result. This led to an ongoing struggle with Body Dysmorphia and a lot of money spent on skin resurfacing that never worked.

High School was horseshit but I never dealt with any severe bullying. These were the years, however, that I began self-harming.

I wasn't "popular" per say, but I had lots of friends growing up.

I started working with a paper route at 10, then at 16 got my first job in retail at a Dollar store that was located next to a strip club. I will regale you with those stories in a future post.

I would be employed in the customer service industry without a break for the next 8 years.

I got my BA in English straight out of High School and put myself in crippling debt for a useless piece of paper.

During a night of D&D spent over at one of my friends' exes apartments, at 19 years old, I had my first kiss, got drunk for the first time, and lost my virginity all in one shot.

I did not drink or do drugs as a teen.

I have never done hard drugs or smoked cigarettes.

I have only been drunk about 5 times in my life, only once bad enough for a hang over, and rarely ever have a drink even to this day.

I didn't start smoking weed until my mid 20s.

I went full emo (aesthetic, music, and personality) in University.

My dream job is to be a novelist.

I have a certificate in Photography and shoot nature as a hobby, and pets as a paid gig from time to time.

I had a popular YouTube channel for like 5 minutes in 2009 but then I panicked and deleted it.

I have never had a career outside of customer service.

I have only had five sexual partners in my life.

I have only ever had two relationships last more than 2 months.

I identified as aromantic asexual for a very long time.

I do not currently know what I identify as sexually. Most likely aromantic bisexual, but it's very fluid.

I have been with my Husband for approximately 10 years.

I have attempted suicide twice.

I was diagnosed with PMDD (premenstrual dysphoric disorder) around the time I was 30 and began LIFE CHANGING prescription medication (sertraline).

I do not like nor do I ever want children so I got my tubes tied at 32.

I'm a huge animal lover and as of this time have owned 2 cats, 4 dogs, 3 budgies, 2 hamsters, 1 rabbit, and 7 rats over the course of my lifetime.

I have an incomplete education in IT Web Design and Audio Engineering.

I have vocal training but hate the sound of my voice.

I made money streaming video games on twitch with some friends for a bit in 2016 - 2017.

I started working in the donation rooms of thrift stores in 2016 and honestly if it wasn't for the bullshit politics of the companies I've worked for I could totally see myself staying in that industry. I wouldn't be against opening my own thrift shop one day.

I have been an introvert since Junior High.

I am agnostic.

Okay... Alright, okay, alright.

I think that covers all the need-to-knows of my life before I said "Fuck it" and started taking off my clothes in front of the camera. Thanks for sticking with me through that whole information dump. Hopefully that's enough to give you a bit of an idea of who I am, and can maybe help break that idea that all sex workers have tragic pasts and severe trauma.

My life has never been tragic. Yes, there have been hurdles I've had to overcome, an alcoholic parent, navigating life with severe anxiety and depression, and the adolescent struggles any teenager and young adult may face. But really, my life has honestly been kind of uneventful, and I don't mean that as a bad thing!

This is my foundation, the building blocks that made me who I am today. And who is that?

Well, stick around and I'll tell you!

[umerkhawaja]

Which Are the Best-Selling Nissan Cars in the US?

Nissan is a popular Japanese car brand that has sold millions of vehicles in the US since entering this market in 1958. The company offers a wide range of cars, from fuel-efficient sedans to spacious SUVs, designed to meet the diverse lifestyles and budgets of American drivers. Among these, the Nissan Rogue remains the best-selling Nissan vehicle in the United States.

By October 2024, this midsize crossover SUV had already sold nearly 200,000 units. It sold 271,458 units in 2023 and an impressive 285,602 units in 2021, despite global supply chain disruptions caused by COVID-19. Since its debut in 2007, the Rogue has sold over 3 million units in the US, with more than 1 million of these vehicles manufactured at Nissan's largest US assembly plant in Smyrna, Tennessee.

The Rogue is highly regarded for its spacious interior, which offers ample room for passengers and cargo, its bold, sporty design, and its advanced safety technology. Key features include Nissan Safety Shield 360, which provides automatic emergency braking, blind-spot monitoring, lane departure warning, and rear cross-traffic alert.

In 2024, Nissan introduced a refreshed Rogue model, boasting a 12.3-inch updated touchscreen infotainment system with Google built-in. This system integrates Google Maps, Google Assistant, and Google Play, along with Amazon Alexa, USB-C ports, Android Auto, and wireless Apple CarPlay. Notably, this model is the first Nissan to feature Google integration and USB Type-C ports.

Powered by a 1.5-liter turbocharged three-cylinder engine delivering 201 horsepower and 225 foot-pounds of torque, the Rogue strikes a balance between performance and fuel efficiency. It competes in a crowded SUV market alongside models like the Honda CR-V, Mitsubishi Outlander, Subaru Forester, Kia Sportage, Hyundai Tucson, and Toyota RAV4. Rogue's base model starts at $28,850.

Another strong performer in Nissan's lineup is the Altima, a midsize sedan that appeals to buyers with its sleek design, fuel-efficient powertrains, and the availability of all-wheel drive - a rare feature in its class that enhances stability on slippery roads. The Altima sold 128,030 units in 2023 and is expected to exceed 100,000 units in sales by the end of 2024.

Refreshed in 2023, the 2024 Altima features a spacious cabin that comfortably seats five passengers, an 8-inch touchscreen infotainment system paired with a six-speaker audio setup, ample trunk space, and tech features like push-button ignition, voice recognition, Bluetooth, and a Wi-Fi hotspot. Engine options include a 2.5-liter four-cylinder and a 2.0-liter four-cylinder. The 2024 and 2025 models also come equipped with Nissan's ProPILOT Assist, a hands-on driver-assist system that helps maintain lane centering, adjusts speed to keep a preset distance from the car ahead, and even brings the vehicle to a complete stop before resuming speed when traffic clears. The starting MSRP for the 2024 Altima is $26,370, increasing slightly to $27,000 for the 2025 model.

The Nissan Sentra is also a top-seller in the US, with sales reaching 123,732 units by the end of the third quarter of 2024, up from 89,067 during the same period in 2023. This four-door compact sedan features a 2.0-liter four-cylinder engine paired with a continuously variable transmission (CVT), achieving an impressive 37 miles per gallon on the highway. With safety features such as automatic emergency braking, lane departure warning, and intelligent forward collision warning, the Sentra appeals to families and budget-conscious buyers. Its starting price is just over $21,000.

While these three models dominate Nissan's US sales, two others also merit attention for their strong performance. The Nissan Kicks, a subcompact crossover SUV known for its sporty design and comfortable ride, has sold over 50,000 units in 2024. Meanwhile, the Pathfinder, redesigned in 2022 and praised for its spacious three-row seating, remains a favorite among buyers, selling 71,710 units in 2023 and 58,896 units by the third quarter of 2024.

[fenraheart]

I wouldn’t survive a cryptography / data security class

Just having like, 2 lectures in it results in:

Professor: passwords can be obtained through social engineering

Me: ah yes just like mike walters seducing a twink for government codes

Professor: RFID can be read from a distance

Me: ah yes Mike walters told me about that one

Though, mike walters probably isn’t the best source for infosec.

“Yeah sure I’ll just upload the audio of me dying to my google drive on my fingerprint unlockable phone”

“Hm yes I’ll just google how to redirect internet traffic on a router AFTER I get there, what’s the worst that could happen?”