#Continuous Flow Hot Water System

[literallymechanical]

Breeding blankets for fusion reactors

So, barring a few ambitious projects involving helium-3, fusion reactor power plants will use hydrogen isotopes as fuel: a 50/50 mixture of deuterium (hydrogen-2) and tritium (hydrogen-3). Deuterium is very stable and relatively abundant, as far as these things go, and can be extracted from ordinary seawater.  Tritium, however, has a half life of just over 12 years, so it doesn't occur in nature.

Fortunately, you can use your fusion reactor to synthesize its own tritium fuel, via the transmutation of lithium-6. You use the powerful neutron flux from the fusion plasma to “breed” tritium in lithium, extract it, then feed it back into the reactor. The figure of merit for this process is the tritium breeding ratio (TBR), which is simply the ratio of tritium bred to tritium used. The goal is to get a TBR substantially greater than 1.

This figure shows the physics of tritium breeding, where neutrons from the deuterium-tritium fusion plasma are absorbed by lithium, which then splits into helium and tritium. [source]

Generally speaking, most concepts for tritium breeding involve wrapping a lithium “breeding blanket” around the outside of the reactor, with as few gaps as you can manage. A deuterium-tritium reactor is constantly generating fast neutrons. You want to keep as much of that emission as possible inside the breeding blanket, for both tritium and power generation.

There are a few different ideas for breeding blanket designs, several of which are going to be tested on ITER, the massive reactor being built in France. One concept is a thick sheath of lithium ceramic that surrounds the vessel, either as solid slabs or pebbles.  As tritium breeding occurs under the blanket, water or liquid helium is circulated through it, cooling the lithium and potentially extracting heat for electricity generation.

While such a blanket might be relatively “simple” (lol) to build, there are some pretty fundamental challenges. Neutrons will penetrate most materials with ease, and it might be tricky to extract tritium that's been bred deep inside of solid lithium.  Ideally, you could do the extraction without pause, even as breeding is ongoing. For some designs, though, you have to cycle out breeder units for harvesting as they get a full load of tritium.

Another concept is “liquid breeding." This concept uses a molten mixture of metallic lithium and lead, or a lithium salt compound like FLiBe (fluorine-lithium-beryllium). The liquid would be pumped through a “breeding zone” around the vessel, where the neutron flux is thickest. The tritium will then be continuously extracted from the breeding fluid as it flows back out.  As part of the process, you can run the hot liquid through a heat exchanger, heating water to power a steam turbine. 

Liquid breeding does raise some prominent engineering challenges. Hot, molten breeding fluid will be very hard to handle – not just because of the heat, but also because you're trying to pump a massive quantity of viscous fluid into a very tight breeding zone. Moreover, molten lithium-lead might react explosively with air. If your breeding system springs a leak, you’ll have a serious mess on your hands!

It’s still unclear which of these breeding strategies will bear fruit. From conception to implementation, there are still a lot of unknowns!  Both liquid and solid breeding will be conducted in France, and a number of private fusion companies have plans to breed tritium in their machines as well.

[meownotgood]

don't go, not yet. / gale dekarios x gn!reader, fluff, light angst, hurt / comfort, you bring gale back to life with the scroll of true resurrection, and gale gets a glimpse of your true feelings for him. word count: 3.8k

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T'i n'uthrantha m'ahthra Gale. 

The letter held between your thumb and forefinger burns with sudden light, growing hot underneath your fingertips. Fire sears a scrawl of new script onto the parchment's surface. In a puff of ash and molten rock, wings closed around itself, the magma mephit disappears. Its wake scorches the grass, stray dustings constricting your throat. You wave a palm in front of your face, forcing yourself to hold in your coughs, your throat constricted and eyes threatening to water. 

Newly formed, the Scroll of True Resurrection curls in your palm. It gives off a faint, promising glow. A gleam that almost seems to exude its own sense of vibrant heat. Your jaw clenches, your hands shake. Your fingers press into the wrinkled parchment, and your heartbeat struggles to keep steady. The thick, mushroom-laden air of the Underdark has never felt more stifling. 

You take a slow breath — although it does little to calm you, in the grand scheme of things — before you quietly utter the necessary incantation. Instantly, the scroll blazes brightly, then crumbles into stardust. In its place, your palms radiate with the same sort of incandescent power. Beams of pure energy drift skyward, strands of blue encircling you. Magic flows through your veins; it fills your lungs with a soft, familiar scent, a lingering reverie brushing over your arms, like the crisp air of a rustling breeze. 

Shudders traverse over your body. You're hardly comforted, but the forming of the spell between your palms, pressed together and then guided up, does finally provide you with the smallest amount of relief. 

Your entire system buzzes as you feel the spell's power. Your head grows heavy, magic swiftly leaving your body to flow through another — and over the ringing in your ears, you still manage to hear the moment Gale takes an initial, irrevocable breath. 

With a huff, he begins to rise to unsteady feet. Lingering, floaty spell threads seem to make every movement easier. When they dissipate, leaving him to support his own full weight, he wobbles for a moment, a palm pressed to his chest. At last, you let go of the breath you were holding. 

Gale blinks, vision returning from darkness, then blurriness. Vitality crashes through him, blissfully effortless; a waterfall of stamina he'd since taken for granted. He stares down at his feet first, at the flattened grass around where he once collapsed, and he tries to keep from growing dizzy. He looks at his hands. The front, then the back. Dirt and blood are caked into his skin — his blood, clearly. Dried, dark red traces cling to the crevices in his palms, they smudge over the ends of his knuckles. Such a grim implication, he muses. 

Still catching his breath, those thoughts are forced to the back of his mind. Instead, he's letting a smile break over his features. As if the very action is remarkable, he closes and opens his hands again, he watches the way they move with amazement. He's alive. Gods, he's actually alive. The precautions he put in place worked. He won't condemn himself, or reduce the lonely depths of the Underdark to smithereens; nor will his demise wind up hurting his unlikely band of companions. And you, you're just fine. He kept you safe, he truly did. You brought him back, he'll see you again — 

With a spark in his gaze you find almost gleeful, almost adoring, Gale finally looks towards you. 

"My word, you did it!" He's gasping, laughing slightly, disbelief reflected on his face as well as in his voice. He briefly wobbles, further getting used to his weight on his heels. Without looking away from you, he absently continues to flex his fingers, feeling the blood rushing back to them, and he forces himself to take a much slower exhale. "Oh, it's good to be alive!" 

You're glancing him up and down once, twice, with an expression on your face he can't make sense of — and he doesn't yet try. If you're angry with him, he's sure he deserves it. All he knows is he's glad to see you. Unbelievably glad. 

His chest heaves. Breathing feels startingly simple, especially when the last thing he remembers is how viciously he struggled for breath. The sudden thrum of the orb comes back to greet him, constricting him as it always does, whispering a bitter promise into his ears that it is still here. He could've lost you. It's a realization that pains him far worse than the returning demand to devour within him. As warmth returns to his numb limbs, and as he's silently cursing himself for ever being so foolish, he realizes he almost did. He almost let himself disappear. 

"My hands are still cold so that handshake will have to wait," Gale swallows, brushing his palms onto his pants to hopefully be rid of the dirt. His tone remains upbeat. For a moment though, his smile seems to waver, in a way only you could manage to pick up. Only you, given how terribly close you and him have quickly become. You're more important to him than you might realize. 

"But in the meantime," He murmurs, standing up straight. "Tha-" 

Words left unfinished, Gale is interrupted when you wrap your arms around him and pull him into a tight, fierce hug. 

You bury your face in his chest, barely noticing the blood smeared onto your cheek from his filthy clothes. You squeeze him tightly. Your hands grab fistfuls of the back of his robe, nails practically digging into him. Your body presses so close to his, it's as though you were both meant to encompass the same shape. 

Gale exhales, deeply, steadily, and he relaxes into your touch. Your arms around him feel right. His heart thumps, skipping to a slightly eager, very real rhythm. Silently, you focus on the soothing sound while it echoes through you. It is calming, grounding. His heartbeat becomes a comfort you wish to memorize. 

At first, Gale hesitates, melting into your touch and glancing down at you, his hands hovering in the air awkwardly, mere inches away. In the end, slowly but surely, he returns your embrace. 

He hugs you with careful arms, and you slump, shoulders untensing. You breathe a sigh, pressing further into him, attempting to hide a muffled sniffle. His clothes linger with the sharp scent of blood, and the heavy undertone of ruin. When his palm settles onto the back of your head — so delicate, like you could be made of porcelain — you swear you can feel him shake. He grips just barely, keeping you close to him. Guilt roots into his chest and his heart as a gnawing ache. Tired eyes fluttering shut, weak arms embracing you with a tenderness more intense than you've ever known, he holds you close enough to interweave you. 

Your heart pounds along to the same eager rhythm as his. Gods, there's too many things you need to say to him; but your lips tremble, and you aren't sure where to start. You want to curse at him, vent your frustrations through the anger and sorrow you've since bottled up. You want to cry, but at the same time, you want to scold him for leaving you scared. For standing in front to take one too many blows meant for you. 

You need to tell him what you just can't put into words — Hopelessness, you felt utterly hopeless when you first watched Gale crumple and collapse. Your breath grew caught in your lungs. Swirling emotions you've never felt before clawed at your chest, resounding louder the longer you fixated on him: motionless, his blood pooling onto the cold ground. Try as you might, your mind was so muddled, you could barely make sense of anything in your view. 

Back then, with messily-cast spells and clumsy swings of your weapon, you finished the fight mostly unscathed. You scrambled over to him, your boots stained from the blood-soaked grass. As Gale's projection appeared in front of you, framed with a shimmering aura of purple light, you tried not to stiffen at the sound of his voice. You focused on his instructions as best you could, despite the tremble in your hands as you searched for the pouch he kept on him, or the clumsiness to your fingers as you pressed them to the holes in the flute. 

Some part of you wonders if there was an aspect of humanity to his projection. If it wasn't just a lifeless messenger, but rather, an extension of himself. 

Because you swear, when it — when he — spoke to you, his tone was filled with a familiar softness. The same softness Gale would embody when he asked you, Are you alright? after a fearsome confrontation. A confrontation you both got out of, unlike this one. You felt the same fondness radiating from him as the kind he'd have for you in life, when you talked over a nighttime campfire, his eyes seeming to linger on you for much longer than they needed to. 

Gale's shimmering projection gave you an earnest smile, and spoke a little softer, a little more careful. Practice will surely make perfect, He hummed, his warm voice reverberating through your head and your eardrums. Do not fret. It is my utmost belief that you will most undoubtedly emerge successful. I will see you once more soon. 

Or maybe, you'd already grown to miss his gentle smile, his tender words. You didn't want to imagine a world where you had truly, irreversibly lost him. Perhaps the familiar softness you thought you felt, his projection's lingering humanity — Ultimately, it was merely your imagination. 

You've grown to care for him more than you should. You have known this, regardless of your attempts to deny it. Either of you could die at any time, yet becoming close was effortless, almost as if it was meant to happen. Dire circumstances or not, you were meant to collide; it was only a matter of time. 

In the midst of turmoil and shadows of death, Gale has been your soft place to land. You aren't sure what to do with everything you feel. You don't know what you'd do if you lost him. 

As Gale lets go of a held breath, his arms pulling you in, your mind becomes calm like still water, yet your heart continues to race. This time, his voice is as warm as the sun; unmistakably devoted. He is your sun, an imprint of warmth in a sea of moonlit darkness. 

"Ha, I wasn't- uhm," He starts, stammering, speaking in a quiet tone. You lean further into his shoulder, and Gale rubs the back of your head, brushing his palm up and down with slow, barely-there movements. "I wasn't expecting… such a warm welcome, but Gods, is it good to see you. Even better than good, in fact. For a brief moment, I thought-" 

Trailing off with a slow, steady exhale, he doesn't allow those words to come into fruition. Instead, he pulls you a little bit closer, and hugs you a little bit tighter. 

"Well, I won't dwell on the outcomes yet to befall us. My mistakes have been righted. By someone very important to me, in fact. No sense in letting such regrets continue to drag us down. We have a rather important mission yet to be accomplished." He hums, his voice returning to its usual air of optimism. "Besides, I believe I still have you to thank for doing the honors to drag me back, isn't that right?" 

When you pull away, he's smiling, the glow of the nearby Sussur Tree illuminating his face in hues of soft blue. His hair is a mess, stray strands tickling his forehead. Bruises cling to his skin, still slightly pale, and dark circles are set underneath his tired eyes. But he's here. Finally, your head tipped in his direction to glance at him, Gale gets to have a good look at you. 

Your shoulders are tense, shuddery. He feels the subtle shake of your body in his arms. Your face is a blessing to see once more, but your cheeks are tear-stained, your brows are furrowed with some mix of frustration and dejection. And as he moves an instinctual hand to cup your face in his palm, you not-so subtly lean into his touch. Your eyes flutter closed, leaving the faintest sorrowful droplet to fall from your lashes. 

Oh. Gale's heart pangs in his chest, heavy and forceful. The unforgiving Underdark might have already gone and punished him for his oversights, but clearly, he misstepped far more than he might've imagined. 

"Oh, oh no- I didn't-" Gale nervously brushes the tears from your eyes with his thumb, his entire world instantly sent off-kilter. His words ache when they leave his throat, his vision threatens to grow misty. "Don't cry. I've got you, it's alright- I promise you, everything is and will be alright. I'm here. But I… must have brought you an awful heap of worry. If I had paid more attention, if I hadn't squandered so many chances to attain the upper hand-" 

As your eyes finally meet his own again, they enthrall him, capturing all of his attention. He half-expects you to crumble. And he would let you, he would keep you in his arms for as long as you'd allow him, holding you tight, with all the conviction of someone who would do anything to keep from vanishing. Nonetheless, you don't. Not any more than you already have. 

You push him away and stand up straight, although there's little force behind the press and shove of your palm to his chest. Glancing down, your weary gaze is now kept on your shoes. You count the specks of blood dotting each boot. Hastily, you wipe your eyes with the back of your hand, and Gale flinches, your warmth leaving him once you've separated. 

"It's fine." You shake your head, and you swallow, willing your dry throat and tired voice to function. "I'm glad to see you're well. We can head back to camp whenever you're ready." 

Gale frowns. "No, it is not- and you, you are most definitely not fine. Come here." 

When his hand grips your wrist firmly to stop you from walking away, when his arms wrap around you once more, and you're confidently pulled into another embrace, you don't protest. You allow him to hold you, until your arms are weakly returning the hug. Until every blooming skip of your heart battles the fading ache of worry. Until Gale is exhaling, his breath warm on the shell of your ear, the feeling of his arms around you more than comforting. One arm is kept around your waist, while his other palm presses flat to your back. He holds you with an intensity you doubt you'll be able to forget. 

Damn him. You'll be craving this. Craving to feel his touch just one more time. 

"I'm sorry. I am so very sorry," Gale murmurs; stupid wizard, with his stupidly soft touch and his terribly soft words. His voice has shivers tracing up your spine, your every nerve glowing from the inside out. Of course you shouldn't be this attached to him. If only he didn't make it so damn easy. "You are important to me. Much more than you may know. I assure you, I will do all I can to make things right." 

Your eyes close, your shoulders slump, and you let yourself melt against him. The heavy scent of ash lingering on his clothes envelops you each time you breathe in deeply. There's no need to admit how you feel. Somehow, you sense he just knows, because the pure tenderness found in his every touch screams: You'll never have to let me go. 

Time becomes a slow, gradual thing. You aren't quite sure how many minutes have passed since he first held you, until Gale speaks, finally bringing you back to the present once more. 

"I'm sure you have questions." His voice is quiet, smooth, and effortlessly calming. He brushes his palm over your back, reassuring you. "I know I would, if I ever found myself in your position. After what you've done for me, I suppose it's only fair that I answer anything and everything I am capable of. No more secrets. You, out of everyone, deserve to know."  

"Later," You grumble, pressing closer. He breathes a faint laugh, then a slight sigh, and listens intently to your muffled words. "Tell me what you need to later. Or keep it to yourself, if you must. I wasn't worried about whether or not you'd give me answers, Gale. Just about you." 

"Were you concerned I wouldn't return?" 

"I…" You can't help but hesitate. "I don't know." 

At last, you pull away from him, just enough to meet his eyes. His hands grasp your forearms to keep you close. The way he looks at you is gentle enough to nearly pull all of the air from your lungs. 

"I wasn't sure, with your condition and all," You're explaining, looking away. He doesn't fail to notice the flash of fear in your eyes. He's never seen you so shaken. "I know you haven't told me much, but I really didn't know what would happen to you. My mind went to the worst possible outcome, and… It was frightening, for a moment. I didn't want to lose you." 

Gale takes a slow breath, gripping your arms tightly, until you're finally led to look at him again. "Sweetheart," He coos; the term of endearment tumbles from his lips before he can stop it, tender on his tongue, even more pleasant in your ears. "I do not wish to lose you either." 

You pause, your eyes wide, your breath quick. You almost speak again — perhaps about to accidentally admit more than you should, your heart busy strumming the notes of his name — but before you can, Gale is continuing first. 

"I won't leave you." He moves a hand to hold your cheek, subtly tilting you towards him. "I'll fight alongside you for as long as I remain standing. We won't perish, nor let ourselves become mindflayers. We will see this journey through- and, we will do so together, no matter what perils come after us. There's no need to worry about me. I do not plan on letting you down." 

"Gale-" You breathe in sharply, then slowly. You're offering him a genuine smile, one that makes a feeling he can't pinpoint flutter over him — something holy, surely. You were sculpted for worship. "Thank you." 

"You're the one I should be thanking, if we're being honest." His voice becomes a bit softer, as he murmurs, "And I do thank you. If we had the time, I'd thank you a thousand times over. It is good to be back. Truly. Perhaps I haven't shown the extent of my gratitude enough. You were there for me, in a way few ever have. I won't forget that." 

He begins to ramble, seeming lost in thought for only a second before he speaks once more: "The Fugue Plane is… depressing, to put it bluntly. It is a stretch of endless gray darkness as far as the eye can see, every shadow drawing in to swallow you whole. There is no warmth, no light. Compared to that fate, finally seeing your face again after you helped my eyes to reopen-" He breathes a quiet, tender-sounding chuckle. "What a beautiful sight indeed." 

You're silent, before the extent of his words finally dawns on you, leaving you to stare at him with a grin and an eyebrow raised. "Beautiful?" 

Gale holds your chin between his thumb and forefinger. "There's that smile. Beautiful is hardly grand enough a word, but yes. I want to see no shortage of smiles from here on out, understand? As many as such an adventure allows us, in any case." Briefly, he trails off, hesitating temporarily, his expression growing in resolve. "I'm sorry for upsetting you. I'll be better. Do better. I couldn't forgive myself if- if somehow-" 

This time, you're the one interrupting him. "Gale?" 

"Yes?" 

"I'm not going to let anything happen to you." 

It's strange. Right now, your futures are hardly assured. He can promise not to leave you with his entire chest, he can fight to live even as he's slowly dying, and it wouldn't matter, if the universe willed your efforts to save yourselves for naught. Yet, when you speak, when you're the one looking into his eyes, no matter how outlandish it might seem, no matter what is left of the fading hope he's been clinging to — In the end, he can't help but believe you. 

Your gaze is brimming with such conviction. He's doomed. He's so, terribly ruined, and it isn't because of the threat of the tadpole, or because of whatever pain is brought on by the rot inside of him. Gale is completely done in, because when he looks at you, he feels longing settle in his chest, a present devotion that overshadows every prayer he's ever called upon, and he knows the only thing he has to fear is eventually falling in love with you. 

If loving you is to be his fate, he thinks even in death, he might finally feel alive. 

He swallows thickly, his gaze never leaving yours once you've finally pulled apart. He watches you stand up straight and clear your throat, although your expression still softens with a telltale hint of nervousness. You're precious. 

"Stay behind me next time," You scold, "There's no way I'm going through those stupidly elaborate instructions again." 

"Oh, come on," Gale huffs. He's composed, but his face is flushed. He can feel the warmth pooling in his cheeks and the ends of his ears. The blood is just rushing back to his head, that's all. "You performed them excellently! I'd say you're already a natural at problem-solving and flute-playing. But I promise, next time, I won't fall so easily. You have no reason to fret. There will be no elaborate instructions, no flutes, and no more magma mephits in your future." 

"You better not," You're laughing, and his grin only grows wider when you push at his shoulder playfully. "Die on me again, and I might have to bring you back just to kill you myself." 

"Ha. I better not draw your ire, then." 

Gale watches you turn on your heels, while he's still awkwardly stuck in place like some invisible, adoring force is holding him there. His palm presses to his chest; bizarrely, the orb is silent, but his heart is pounding way too fast. You're turning back before you've gotten far, glancing at him to make sure he's following. 

"You coming? Everyone's waiting for us back at camp." 

Gale nods. He exhales slowly to clear his head, he catches up with you, and he ushers you forwards with an arm around your lower back. "Of course. Let us continue on. Lead the way." 

[nana-luvy]

-> 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛

warnings: fluff, female!reader, daughter of Apollo!reader, implied relationship

The night had set hours ago, the fire crackling on the still warm sand, a light breeze cooling you down as you could feel the last drink you had start to buzz along your skin. Everyone was chatting around you as you held Silena’s hand, the old boom-box blasting music not too far from you as you giggled with each other, dancing to the rhythm of some 90’s music, and it just felt like one of the best night you’d ever lived. Maybe it was the alcohol in your system speaking, but you liked the feeling of the hot summer atmosphere, the frizzy sound of the music as Silena guided you two closer to the bonfire, the loud voices that lulled you to enjoy the night.

So there you were, a shadow in front of the fire, swaying with your friend to the beat, every spin and glide improvised but so graceful it seemed deliberate, lost in the music as your body moved like water, each step seamlessly flowing into the next. And he was sat on the sidelines, leaning back on some log of wood as he sat in the sand, unable to look away. It had been a few months now, already, and in those moments, Luke still couldn’t believe you’d chosen him back, his gaze solely trained to you as you moved, like you lived the music with your whole being. It wasn’t even lust, just pure awe, amazement, his breath taken away with each twirl that sent your hair moving like even the wind wanted to make you seem majestic, and the boy could never get enough of this view.

“Hey, this seat taken ?” you asked softly, tilting your head to the side with a smile as Luke shook his head with a smirk and laid a nearby cover on the sand, patting the space for you to sit there. You’d grown tired, Silena taken away the same moment by Beckendorf as he made her twirl around in his arms, and had decided to walk back to what you now considered your little side of heaven, close to Luke. As soon as you sat down, he brought his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. You curled into a ball and leaned in his side, sighing with contentment as you felt the calm movement of his chest, raising with every steady breath, the beating of his heart under your ear, and you couldn’t help the soft smile that took over your face as you relaxed.

“You know, in moments like that, I could swear you’re your dad’s favorite,” Luke simply said, taking a sip from the cup next to him, tucked in the sand to keep standing, while the images of you, just a couple minutes ago, danced in his vision, like imaginary shadows projecting over the fire not too far from him.

You looked up at his face, his eyes unfocused like he was in his own world, and you let out a confused laugh. “What ? I need context, I think.”

“You just…” The boy looked down at you, meeting your own intrigued gaze, boring into his, your pupils blow from the daze, and he thought he might never find it in himself to look away, or to continue his answer, the words leaving his mind. “I- It’s like… Ugh, how can I even start to say it… You look so- No, it’s like when you dance, the rest of the world just disappears, and all lights only glow to make you appear that much more divine than you already are, if that’s possible.”

“I-” Your mouth falls open at his words, your eyes widening but your gaze not faltering as you still look up at him. You try, and fail miserably, to keep your cheeks from turning crimson red, the words jumbling in your mind as you tried to answer him. Luke had you used to small attentions and kind words since the start but this… this was out of the ordinary. “That’s maybe a little… You just say that because you like me…” you finally answer, sheepishly.

The boy titled his head to the side, a gentle smile etched on his lips. “No, sunshine,” he started, leaning in closer to whisper in your ear, and his breath on your skin sent shivers running through your spine. “I love you.”

Your heart was hammering in your chest, skin hot as he pressed a soft kiss right next to your ear, and your eyes still stared at where his face was just a couple seconds ago, his forehead now resting on your shoulder. Again, it had been a few months since you two had started dating only, and maybe those were just drunken words, but they also were words you’d never heard like that, and you felt like your heart was either imploding or blooming through your whole body.

You buried your face in his shoulders, your arms under his to bring him in a hug, and spoke back, your voice muffled by the fabric of his shirt. “I love you, Luke.”

First short (reaaally short) fic, tell me what you think <3

Love, Nana -

[idkwhatimwritin]

“don’t know why, just know i want to”

james joint - rihanna

water swishing between my toes, my blunt in between my pointer finger and thumb. a door sliding open and then shut with a HUMP sound.

i took in a long drag before taking in my nearby surroundings. the hotel lights were reflecting off the water and the palm trees were slightly swaying due to the breeze. i heard footsteps behind me so i slowly turned my head, to see if connie was going to join me if he cooled off from earlier.

he went past me before taking off his wife beater. his back muscles and biceps flexed as he pulled it over his head, dropping in on a sun lounger. he kept his shorts on but i mentally wished he pulled them off.

i looked down for only a second before hearing a SPLASH!

i looked up and saw that he dived into the water, flowing to the top. i put my blunt into my empty cup that was once filled with a strawberry rita buzzball mixed with a red gatorade.

wondering how long we would keep this quiet game going, i already had so much in my system so i spoke up. "we still not talking?" i looked at him as he was holding onto the edge, not moving or anything.

"yep." he said in a bland tone.

"why are you being so," i took a pause before continuing.

"petty."

it was pretty much silent beside the swaying of the trees. he slowly swam towards me before stopping right in front of me, grabbing one of my legs and playing with my anklet.

"your the one who was shaking ass, twerking on different guys, letting them feel that ass that belongs to me." my breath hitches because of the alcohol in my system.

"i never even let them touch me or anything, you can ask eren" "trust me constance." i said while grabbing his hand, twisting his matching promise ring. he kept rubbing up and down my leg as he slightly got higher and higher. he started to pull my bikini strings, hooking and tugging his finger around it.

"connieee.." i pulled at his short hair, getting hornier by the second. he started to kiss up my foot, calf, knee, and then thighs but stopping right before where i needed him the most. "come on mama tell connie whatcu' need" he licked and sucked all over my leg before i realized we were still outside. i pulled his ear to get him to pull off my leg, getting up so we could take this inside.

"don't forget we are still outside.." the full moon was shining down on his face, his buzz cut slightly growing out. i turned around walking back to the door and opened it to go back inside. i saw him getting out of the pool, grabbing his beater so i laid on the bed. i took off my bikini top, knowing that he would rip it if it was still on.

connie walked through the door, locking the door and shutting the blinds.

he palmed himself through his wet shorts. i could see his length and it was sticking to the shorts. obviously he was wearing no boxers since you could see his curve to the left. he kept looking at my brown nipples, pierced with a hot pink gem going through one.

he walked over towards me, pushing me so i was laying flat on my back. he got down on his knees and grabbed my legs putting them over his shoulders. it was dark in the room but i could still make out all of his facial features.

i saw his eyes were low, like he was high, and his mouth was parted slightly. he tapped my thigh, telling me to lift my hips up so he could pull my bikini bottom down. he pulled it down just before taking it off, leaving it on one of my calves. i lifted up so i could take it off fully but he pushed me back.

"leave it, i wanna enjoy this" he kept looking until i felt his lips attach to my clit. i moaned and pushed my head into the bed.

he kept sucking and licking my folds, edging me never putting his tongue in.

"connie it's too muchhh.." i whined and let out a gasp when he put his tongue in me. i clenched around his muscle and my toes curled.

he circled his tongue around my clit and i swear i saw stars. my vision went burry and white dots appeared. after 10 seconds i opened my eyes and saw that his whole face was drenched in my squirt. he didn't stop though, and keep lapping and drinking at everything that was coming out of me.

i could hear him groan and he started grinding slowly into the bed.

i grabbed the sheets underneath me tight as he kept licking me everywhere. i could feel his spit and my pre cum mix, slowly dripping down to the comforter.

minutes of him playing with me, i felt him put his middle finger in me. i let out a wail and my legs started to shake. he put in another and then another. my eyes rolled back into my head and i tried to grab his hand but he slapped mine away. "put ya fuckin hand away." he sounded so aggravated but it made me even hornier.

"oooo connie i- i'm gon-na cum" i swear i went cross eyed and i started letting out high pitched moans. i saw his lips and chin were drenched and pulled back. he smiled showing off his pearly whites.

"pussy taste too good for you to be annoyed as shi'" he bent down to kiss her again but she was sensitive after that earth shattering orgasm. i was expecting him to want head like he always does, but he lifted me up putting me on my stomach.

"bring that ass up for me" he ordered so i put my face down into the mattress and my ass tooted up in the air. the cold air on my pussy made me wince as i tried to not lose balance. i turned my head around to see him staring at my ass, pulling his shorts down. his dick was low but still so big. i could see cum oozing out of the tip and he squeezed the tip, stroking it softly.

before i knew it, his hand came in contact with my right ass cheek. i could feel it jiggle and the tingling felt so good. "betta make me cum and maybe i'll forgive you" he stepped forward and lined his dick with my pussy, slowly sinking in.

"ooh fuc -k" i already felt my stomach tightening so i pushed back so i could grind my clit onto his balls. he put his hands on my waist and pulled out, only leaving his tip, before ramming into me. i let out a loud moan and turned my head around.

"w-why you fu-fuckin me like t-thisss?!" i tried to get him to slow down by putting my hand behind me but it just caused him to speed up. he grabbed both of my forearms and put one of his legs up onto the bed. the new angle had me clenching down on him hard, causing it to get harder for him to move. "you keep s-squeezing me like this and i swear imma getcu' pregnant" he said through gridded teeth.

i couldn't stop moaning and trying to run from his brutal backshots. "stop fuckin' running from me" he slapped my ass again.

one of his hands pushed my head into the mattress to try to shut my moans up. he let go of one of my wrist so i brought my hand to my clit, rubbing in fast circles so i could reach my climax. he pulled out abruptly and pushed my body down. he rolled over, laying on his back and grabbed my body on top of him.

"you gon have to work for this nut" he slapped my ass and i moaned again, grabbing his dick and rubbing his tip against my folds. i positioned his 7 inches in my hand, before sliding down on his dick. i could feel all of his veins and short hairs inside of me. i bounced up and down trying to ride him but still being tired from my first 2 nuts.

he planted his feet down into the mattress and put one hand on my waist, before pushing up into me with all he had. he kept giving me such harsh strokes that i think i squirted a bit.

"oh shit im finna nut" he groaned and kept fucking up into me. he put one hand onto my throat, not applying pressure but just keeping it there. i felt him shoot up into me before still giving me sloppy strokes. i felt another orgasm come wash over me and i opened my eyes, seeing he was staring at me as my eyes brows furrowed and my mouth was parted.

i tried to calm my breathing down before lifting up off of him. i winced as my walls were overly sensitive and rolled over besides him.

i closed my eyes and felt the bed get cold as i realized he left. he came back into the room with a warm rag, wiping my pussy and kissing my thighs.

he came to give me a kiss, pulling me into him and then slapping my ass which made my mouth open more. he pulled away and threw the rag to the floor. "next time you play with me, imma have ya ass passed out."

[rottenpumpkin13]

What if the entire Shinra Building was suddenly left without electricity on an unbearably hot day with no backup power supplies? (the irony and absurdity of the whole situation seems kinda funny 🤭)

The Heat Wave From Hell (Literally)

• The hottest day in Midgar arrives with the worst scenario possible: all the power, including generators and backup systems, is down in the Shinra building—and in the Shinra building alone. It would be easy to leave and find another place in Midgar with air conditioning while the power gets fixed, but everyone has obligations and work that keep them there. Surprisingly, everyone is handling it well.

*Genesis walks into the SOLDIER lounge and sees everyone in various stages of suffering—with Angeal being the most prominent, since he's laying on the floor in only his uniform pants*

Genesis: Goddess, you look terrible.

Angeal: Aren't you hot?? Why are you still in full uniform?

Genesis: As if I would abandon the dress code and my gorgeous coat for a bit of mild heat. You're all overreacting.

*Kunsel passes out in the corner*

Genesis:

*Sephiroth appears out of nowhere with a watering can and pours it over his corpse*

Genesis: !?

Angeal: Sephiroth, what are you doing?

Sephiroth: Hydration is crucial in combating this heat. Not drinking enough water will lead to dehydration, which can cause dizziness, confusion, heat stroke, and eventually death.

Genesis: Oh please. That's what weak people tell themselves to make peace with the fact they can't handle a little heat.

Angeal: You're sweating, do you know that?

Genesis: You're hallucinating.

Angeal:

*Just then, Zack drags in Cloud—literally, by the legs, because the man is passed out*

Zack: Good news! I found Spike and he's just as close to dying as I said he'd be.

Cloud: My body isn't built to endure heat. Summer in Nibelheim was equal to autumn here.

*Sephiroth offers Cloud a water bottle*

Cloud: Thanks, but I don't drink water unless it's cold.

Sephiroth: Hydration is crucial in combating this heat. Not drinking enough water will lead to dehydration, which can cause dizziness, confusion, heat stroke, and eventually death.

*Cloud starts tapping his forehead*

Sephiroth: What are you doing?

Cloud: Trying to find the off button.

• Zack takes Cloud to Angeal's office since the window there is huge and allows air flow.

*Cloud is rocking back and forth*

Cloud: I can't take this much longer. I can feel my sanity slowly slipping away. Why don't we use ice materia to cool off?

Zack: Because all the materia in the building is being used by the president and the board to keep them cool.

Sephiroth, appearing in the doorway: Inequality. Unfair distribution of resources. The rich bask in their cool environment and leave the rest of us to endure unnecessary suffering.

Cloud: Where did you even come from!?

Sephiroth: Drink the w a t e r.

*Zack shuts the door*

Zack: We don't have materia, but I got the next best thing!

*Zack pulls out a container of dry ice*

Zack: Ta-da! Look at what I got from Kunsel!

Cloud: Uhh....isn't that toxic?

Zack: Huh. I don't know. I'll go ask Genesis since he knows about chemistry.

*Zack opens the door*

Sephiroth: In extreme heat conditions, dehydration can lead to serious health complications and death within a matter of—

*Zack shuts the door*

Zack: Eh, we should be fine. Hey, let's go put these in the vents and cool the place up!

Cloud: Good idea!

• The heat seems to be getting worse. Sephiroth continues to make his rounds around the SOLDIER floor, insisting that people drink water, Genesis refuses to part with his leather, and Angeal is slowly losing what little sanity he has.

Angeal: I'm sweating so much, I feel like I'm melting. I smell like a zoo. I can't wait until the tower has cold water again so I can take a cold shower.

*Sephiroth offers him a bottle of water*

Sephiroth: I believe you will benefit from drinking some water.

Genesis, hyperventilating and sweating: Well, I'm not even bothered.

Angeal: JUST TAKE THE COAT OFF

Sephiroth: Drink the water.

Genesis: NEVER

Sephiroth: Drink the water.

Angeal: YOU WILL DIE

Sephiroth: Drink the water.

genesis: FASHIONABLY AND WITH DIGNITY

Sephiroth: Drink the water.

Angeal: DON'T BE A CHIL—IF YOU DON'T GET THAT WATER OUT OF MY FACE, SEPHIROTH, I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL TIE YOU TO THE CEILING BY YOUR HAIR.

Sephiroth: ........

• Angeal can't take it anymore and leaves. He heads towards the break room, where it's so hot, people have started taking frozen items from the break room freezer and are applying them to their bodies to cool off. This angers Angeal greatly.

*Angeal watches Kunsel walk off with a pack of frozen bacon on his neck*

Angeal: Guys, I get that it's hot, but there's no need for this!

*He watches Roche walk away with a bag of frozen french fries on his head*

Angeal: This is such a waste of food!

*Cloud walks by, rubbing frozen peas all over himself*

Angeal: Cloud, don't—

Cloud: IF YOU TAKE MY PEAS I'LL KILL A MAN

Angeal:

*Sephiroth comes up to them with a knife*

Sephiroth: Hydration or castration.

Angeal: Shiva's tits.

• Zack is sure his dry ice plan is fool-proof, but he wants to consult Genesis first. So he finds him in the data room….spinning on an office chair.

*Zack walks up to Genesis*

Zack: Hey Gen, how much dry ice can I put in the vents without it becoming toxic?

Genesis: If you pour the the dry ice in your lungs it'll taste like ice cream and you can then meet the goddess in another plane.

Zack: …..what?

Genesis: The goddess won't judge you for your sins if you find a raccoon and raise it to become a race car driver.

Zack: This is bad! You're delirious from the heat!

Genesis: Sometimes I wonder how many screwdrivers it takes to bake a cake but then I remember that the mako tastes sweeter if Sephiroth spits it into your mouth like a mother bird feeding her young.

Zack: Man, I know exactly what you mean.

• Zack goes through with his plan, but as the cool air hits his face, he starts having doubts—what if the amount he put in was too much? What if he poisons everyone? Better go tell Lazard before things get out of hand.

*Zack runs up to Lazard, who's struggling to cool himself off with a small, battery-powered fan*

Zack: We have a problem! I tried to cool the entire level by placing dry ice in the vents, but I accidentally put too much and it became toxic!

Lazard: Dry ice doesn't just become toxic like that, Zack. I'm sure it's all in your head. Try to relax and handle the heat wave in a civilized manner like everyone else.

*Angeal tackles Genesis to the ground and is trying to force him out of the leather coat*

Genesis: A BEAR IS ATTACKING ME!

Angeal: TAKE THAT DAMN COAT OFF. YOU'RE GONNA HAVE A STROKE!

Genesis: A BEAR IS FORCING ME TO UNDRESS!

Angeal: YOU'RE DELIRIOUS!

*Sephiroth appears with a hose and starts spraying the two of them with water*

Lazard: When this is all over, I will be taking an extended vacation where I will try various calming, illicit substances and none of you will hear from me for six months.

Zack:

• It turns out the amount of dry ice Zack put in the vents was too much, forcing them to evacuate the entire level and regroup in the Skyview Lounge. Word is that they're working on restoring the power, but in the meantime, everyone has to wait there. Meanwhile, Zack is growing increasingly worried about Genesis, and since Angeal has washed his hands with the situation, Zack turns to Sephiroth for help.

*Zack finds Sephiroth in the crowd and runs up to him, dragging Genesis along*

Zack: We have a problem! Genesis is delirious and making no sense.

Genesis: If you grind black pepper and place it in your socks, the ground will taste like cheese when you eventually walk the path to self discovery.

Sephiroth: That's because not drinking enough water will lead to dehydration, which can cause dizziness....

*Genesis sways in place*

Sephiroth: Confusion....

Genesis: Where did we hide the pet parrot who told everyone my secrets and cooked excellent omurice?

Sephiroth: Heat stroke....

*Zack feels Genesis' forehead*

Zack: OW THAT'S HOT

Sephiroth: And eventually death.

*Genesis faints*

Zack: !!!

Sephiroth: Wow. If only we had listened to Sephiroth and DRANK THE FUCKING WATER.

Zack:

Sephiroth:

Zack: Cool your tits, man.

[blackynsupremacy]

COOPER HELPING YOU

WHEN YOU’RE ON

YOUR

PERIOD

pairing: cooper koch x black!fem!reader

summary: cooper gives you ease and comfort during that dreadful time of the month.

contains: fluff, mentions of menstruation, vaginal bleeding, cramping, irritability, mood swings, swearing, cooper being a green flag, cooper being amazing, this can be perceived as either platonic or romantic.

a/n: anyone else going through this right now?

taglist: @supaprettyg @hnch33rios @sabrinasopposite @xoxoglittergossip @stereotypicalbarbie @gxuxhdjdu @elitesanjisimp @jkr820 @simply-the-best23 @austeenbootler @greengoblinswifey @hoffmansgirl @thabiddie23 @lust4lifeee @tryingtograspctrl @ellethespaceunicorn @rosiestalez @afrogirl3005 @sheydnni

• you and cooper were fast asleep in bed.

• everything was at peace until you felt… the flow.

• before it was too late, you ripped the covers from your body and literally saw red on the sheets.

• “ah, shit!” you hiss.

• cooper wakes at the sound of your cursing and immediately questions what’s wrong.

• embarrassed, you silently lift the covers to reveal the damning evidence. you’re literally about to cry because this hasn’t happened before.

• plus, it was two in the morning and cooper had a long day ahead on set. the guilt along with the impending menstrual cramp starts to flare in your stomach.

• “oh—oh! hey, hey. look, it’s okay! it’s natural, i understand. i got you, babe.”

• he’d wipe away any tears that came down your face and continue to reassure you, but he acknowledged that you were still going to be emotional, so the best he can do is give you his love, support, patience, and most importantly, the princess treatment.

• it’s not like he doesn’t treat you well all the time, but this time, he wants to take extra care of you.

• he’d go and change the sheets before going into the bathroom to run you a good old-fashioned, heated bubble bath.

• he knows you like the water extra hot!

• he’d check to see if you have enough feminine products to last at least through the rest of the night, making it a top priority to restock just incase.

• no matter if you use pads, tampons, menstrual cup, or the underwear, he’d get whatever makes you comfortable.

• while the bath is running, he’s already getting you fresh clothes.

• he’ll throw in one of his sweatshirts.

• after everything is laid out, he’d lead you to the bathroom.

• he’d give you privacy to undress and go in the tub, but you’re extra clingy during this time, so you’d ask if he can sit next to you and stay while you soak.

• he definitely would, but right after he gets you something to put on your stomach to take some painkillers.

• it’s late so he’ll whip something up. pancakes, grilled cheese, pasta, etc. whatever you want, he got it.

• it pains him to see you in pain.

• you just need to get that medicine in your system before the cramps gets worse. sometimes they’d send pain from the waist down.

• the heat can only do so much!

• he’d hold your hand while you’d soak.

• you’d joke, flirt, talk, and just enjoy each other’s presence.

• cooper gives the best shoulder massages and foot rubs.

• if requested, he’s give you a scalp massage as well.

• cooper LOVES your hair and the products you use to keep it healthy.

• he’d leave you momentarily to leave the bath for you to rinse off in the shower, dry off, and change.

• he already has new, fresh sheets ready in case you want to go back to sleep.

• if you don’t want to sleep, he’s fine with that! you guys could binge a show, stream a movie, paint your nails, or you could ask for another massage.

• cooper is gonna make sure you’re straight!

• he always has a product and extra underwear ready for you when it’s time to change.

• especially if you sneeze.

• he thinks it’s adorable when you cling onto him. he loves to be the little spoon if he has to.

• he’d give you stomach rubs while you wait for the medicine to kick in.

• expect to be spoiled rotten with forehead, cheek, and hand kisses.

• he’ll let you sleep on him whether he’s awake or not. he knows how much fatigue this causes for you, so he ensures you get all of the rest you need.

• his heartbeat lulls you to sleep.

• cooper feeds into your sugary and salty cravings.

• your favorite thing to make and eat together is ice cream sundaes with the works.

• pizza is a great go-to as well.

• he urges you to keep yourself hydrated through it all!

• “did you remember to drink your water?”

• “….no.”

• cooper already got your bottle/cup on deck.

• he’s gonna make sure you drink your eight cups.

• cooper is not afraid to go in a store alone and pick any feminine products for you.

• occasionally gets you guys matching fuzzy socks for this occasion.

• he’d throw in a new bonnet for you to sleep in too.

• he’s patient when your emotions start swinging like a pendulum.

• he kills you with kindness when you’re irritated or sarcastic. (don’t do too much now, he ain’t scared of you)

• he calms you down when you feel like you want to get railed. you just want to be held really, really tight.

• cuddling shirtless with undies for the win!

• he’s sympathetic when you cry. especially when you watch a sad/romantic scene on tv.

• copper feels sooo bad when he has to leave for work and your eyes are already watering.

• he immediately texts to check in on you when he has a break.

• he’ll send memes, playlists, and silly selfies to cheer you up.

• no matter the time of the month, day, or year, trust that cooper will be right by your side the best he can.

[angelbaby-172]

part 0 - glimpse

w.c - 895

Goldenvale Bay. your paradise. your home away from home. you practically grew up in goldenvale, spending every summer here since before you can remember. every single year, without fail, your family rents the holiday house by the beach. you all travel down to goldenvale, you and all of your siblings crammed in the backseat of your mom's little Kia like a tin of irritable, annoying sardines. half-drowing in piles of luggage, you'll endure three and a half hours of complaining, numb limbs, endless amounts of  'are-we-there-yet's, until you pull up at the cute little beach house sitting proudly at the end of the cul-de-sac. and your summer begins. 

the house never changes. the person who said 'nothing stays the same' clearly hadn't seen number 148 Beach Road. the wooden panels of the outside bleached white by the sun and salt air. the glass sliding door, old and slightly grimy, and requires a rather forceful shove to get it closed properly. the sage green roof tiles and the matching gutters. the house is like a snapshot in time, a dog-eared polaroid of the 1980s. you love it.

the outdated floral wallpaper inside the house is infused with almost two decades of your memories. the sound of laughter, the smell of bonfire smoke, the feeling of a new sunburn. late nights staying up stargazing. walks along the beach as the sun sets. baking in the hot air lingering inside the house. years and years and years of fears and hopes and dreams pile up, permeating the walls, integrating into the house's pipes and heating system, into the floors and the walls and the ceiling, until the house felt like home. it wasn't yours, technically, but it might as well be.  

after dinner on your third day of summer vacation, (greasy burger and half-burnt fries from the local diner; your father couldn't be bothered scrounging something up tonight) you continue your nightly tradition of going on a walk. you flow through the motions mindlessly; shut the door with the necessary force required, amble down the front steps, habitually skip the second and fifth stair (they tend to make a creaking sound that more closely resembles a scream). your sandals hit the hot tarmac with a quiet smack, and you smack your way across the empty road toward the beach. you don't bother checking for cars. 

Goldenvale is unbelievably quiet. you've always lived in on the outskirts of a major city, but even the suburb you hail from is bustling. sure, it'll quiet down later in the night, but it never really sleeps. goldenvale, on the other hand, was never awake to begin with. no loud traffic, no screaming neighbours, no blaring sirens. just the screeching of sea gulls and the quiet, ever-present lull of the ocean. in a way, you're thankful for the quiet. it's a relief to leave the never-silent city sometimes.  

the dull pull of the sea drags you closer, scattering the gulls gathered on the sunbaked sand of the low tide. the squawking echoes through the street, their indistinct bird conversations lost to the gentle breeze. you take a deep breath, letting the clean ocean air into your lungs, and your head instantly clears. you shield your eyes against the bright sun reflected off the water. your sandals sink into the hot sand as you cross the border between half-dead grass and the beach.

you eventually grow bored of meandering, and you trudge up off the beach, wet sand sticking to the bottom of your shoes. it unsticks from the soles as you step onto the road, scattering it onto the concrete in abstract patterns. you look back over your shoulder to the glorious sun, and you catch eyes with the sweet older lady who owns the diner. she smiles, waving at you from through the large window. you're smiling and twisting towards her to wave back before you can even register you're doing it. 

your gaze shifts left, onto the swinging door of the diner, and the people exiting. two boys who look...shockingly similar. oh, wait, nope, there's three. the third, who also looks almost exactly the same, pushes out of the door behind the other two. you watch them from across the road, silently processing this strange sight.  

they're laughing as they make their way down the short staircase, three pairs of feet landing on the tarmac one after the other. you manage to get a clearer look at the one furthest at the back as he turns in your direction. 

huh. you've never seen anyone like him before. his face is unfamiliar; his pretty features are ones you've never seen. as he steps out onto the road, his angular face is lit up as it catches the light. the golden hour is reflected in his eyes as they meet yours. the sun warms your cheeks, and your breathing catches. for a second, everything else fades away. 

then his attention is drawn elsewhere, and the glow of the sunlight is redirected as it sinks below the sea. a cold chill, the haunting feeling of something slithers down your spine like a snake, settling and making itself at home in the darkest pits of your gut. you haven't had this feeling before. the golden clouds turn pink as the sun sets, and you watch as he walks away, leaving you alone with the chill.

a/n alrightttyyyyy what do we think!! this is js the intro so thats why its part 0 xoxo

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

L.A.fires Mary Elaine LeBey

* * * *

LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

January 8, 2024

Heather Cox Richardson

Jan 09, 2025

At least four wildfires tearing across Los Angeles have killed at least five people and forced the evacuation of at least 130,000 more, and have flattened about 42 square miles (109 square kilometers). The fires are being driven by unusually high winds with gusts of up to 98 miles per hour (158 km per hour). Although January is typically part of California’s wet season, conditions are terribly dry. Downtown Los Angeles has received just 0.16 inches (0.4 cm) of rain since May 6, 2024, and the summer was unusually hot.

President Joe Biden is supporting state and local responses to the fire with federal resources. Today, he approved a major disaster declaration, which enables people and towns to access funds immediately in order to jump-start their recovery. The Federal Emergency Management Agency (FEMA) will reimburse California for some of the costs of fighting the fires. Five U.S. Forest Service large air tankers and ten federal firefighting helicopters have been deployed to support the local firefighters; ten Navy helicopters with water delivery buckets are joining them. California governor Gavin Newsom has deployed the California National Guard, and the Nevada National Guard is standing by.

Canada, too, has sent water-dropping helicopters and a pair of planes, which are part of a firefighting contract with California that’s been in place for 14 years.

At a fire station in Santa Monica, Biden stood beside Newsom and said: “We’re prepared to do anything and everything for as long as it takes to contain these fires.”

In contrast to federal support for California under Biden, in the midst of the ongoing crisis President-elect Donald Trump blamed California governor Gavin “Newscum and his Los Angeles crew” for the fires, suggesting he had put the needs of fish over the people of California. He posted: “Governor Gavin Newscum refused to sign the water restoration declaration put before him that would have allowed millions of gallons of water, from excess rain and snow melt from the North, to flow daily into many parts of California, including the areas that are currently burning in a virtually apocalyptic way.” "Let this stand as a symbol of the gross incompetence and mismanagement of the Biden/Newsom duo,” Trump posted. “January 20th cannot come fast enough!"

Newsom’s office responded: “There is no such document as the water restoration declaration—that is pure fiction. The Governor is focused on protecting people, not playing politics, and making sure firefighters have all the resources they need.”

Trump is apparently claiming that water that could be used to fight the fires has been diverted to protect the endangered Delta smelt. But the water systems in California are complicated, and importing water from northern California would make no difference for the wildfires.

Los Angeles water doesn’t come from northern California. It comes from an aqueduct east of the Sierra Nevada, from groundwater, and from the Colorado River. Right now, the Metropolitan Water District of Southern California has more water stored than it has ever had before, according to Mark Gold, a board member. “It’s not a matter of having enough water coming from Northern California to put out a fire,” he told Alastair Bland of CalMatters. “It’s about the continued devastating impacts of a changing climate.”

Hydroclimatologist Peter Gleick told Taryn Luna, Liam Dillon, and Alex Wigglesworth of the Los Angeles Times that Trump’s linking of water policy to the raging fires was “blatantly false, irresponsible and politically self-serving.”

The two different responses of the current president and the incoming one reveal dramatically different approaches to the presidency.

Yesterday the Biden administration announced the finalization of a new rule that will remove medical debt from all credit reports. Until now, medical debt has meant that consumers could be denied mortgages, car loans, or small business loans. In addition, Vice President Kamala Harris announced that funds from the American Rescue Plan, passed by Democrats shortly after Biden took office in 2021, have enabled the elimination of more than $1 billion in medical debt for 700,000 Americans. Jurisdictions are on track to eliminate about $15 billion in medical debt for nearly 6 million Americans, the White House said.

“No one should be denied economic opportunity because they got sick or experienced a medical emergency,” Harris said.

While Biden and Harris are working to solve problems for regular Americans, Trump has simply gone on the offensive, attacking Democrats for what he claims is their mismanagement without offering any ideas of his own. “NO WATER IN THE FIRE HYDRANTS, NO MONEY IN FEMA,” he posted. “THIS IS WHAT JOE BIDEN IS LEAVING ME. THANKS JOE!”

By now, we know that Trump goes on offense to hide his own shortcomings. As Judd Legum of Public Notice pointed out, “The largest wildfire in California history—the August Complex Fire, which burned more than 1 million acres—occurred during the Trump administration.”

That pattern of going on offense to hide his own behavior was also on display today when CNN’s Hadas Gold reported that someone inside the Fox News Channel (FNC) gave the Trump team the questions that Trump would be asked at an Iowa town hall last January just before the Iowa caucus. A forthcoming book by Alex Isenstadt of Politico details the close relationship between Trump and people within FNC. It says that after Trump refused to prepare for that town hall, someone inside Fox texted the questions to a senior Trump aide, enabling them to prep him with answers.

After Trump fell apart during his debate with Vice President Harris, he accused her of knowing the questions ahead of time and said the debate was “rigged.”

Trump apparently went on the offensive yesterday when he called Supreme Court Justice Samuel Alito just hours before Trump’s lawyers filed an emergency request with the court asking it to stop Manhattan judge Juan Merchan from sentencing Trump Friday in the election interference case in which a jury found him guilty of 34 felonies. Alito told reporters that they talked only about a job opportunity for one of Alito’s law clerks and did not discuss the case, but it is highly unusual for a president or president-elect to talk with a Supreme Court justice when that official has business before the court. CNN’s Kaitlan Collins said such a thing was “almost unheard of.”

As legal analyst Quinta Jurecic observed, though, someone leaked news of this inappropriate contact astonishingly quickly. Such news usually “has taken a while to dribble out,” Jurecic noted, but “this happened THIS MORNING. [S]omebody was smug or pissed off enough to go to the press right away.”

Trump’s accusations that Biden committed a crime more likely to be chalked up to Trump himself—taking bribes from a foreign company—was also in the news today. Alexander Smirnov, the key witness for the House Republicans’ investigation into Biden, was sentenced to six years in prison after pleading guilty to lying to the FBI about the alleged bribery and to tax evasion.

Julia Ainsley and Carol E. Lee of NBC News today reported another way in which Trump is threatening to go on offense: by conducting a very visible raid targeting undocumented immigrants in the Washington, D.C., area as soon as he takes office. While Presidents Barack Obama and Biden have targeted employers who violate labor laws, Trump wants to demonstrate “shock and awe” by raiding workplaces and sweeping up migrants who are in the U.S. without documentation, regardless of their criminal status. His transition team has been talking with U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) officials about the logistics of such raids.

And then, of course, there are Trump’s frequent references to taking over other countries. Don Jr. traveled to Greenland this week with right-wing activist and media personality Charlie Kirk, ostensibly to record a podcast, but Trump Sr. followed the trip with posts saying “MAKE GREENLAND GREAT AGAIN!” That idea is getting traction among MAGA leaders, even though—or perhaps because—it is a direct affront to the North Atlantic Treaty Organization (NATO), to which both the U.S. and Denmark belong.

Over the New York Post’s map of the “Donroe Doctrine” in which Canada is labeled “51st state,” Greenland is labeled “our land,” the Gulf of Mexico is labeled “Gulf of America,” and the Panama Canal is labeled “Pana-Maga Canal,” the Republican majority on the House Foreign Affairs Committee posted today: “Our country was built by warriors and explorers. We tamed the West, won two World Wars, and were the first to plant our flag on the moon. President Trump has the biggest dreams for America and it’s un-American to be afraid of big dreams.” Journalist Jamie Dupree screenshotted the tweet before the committee deleted it.

Behind all the offense, though, things that matter deeply to the American people are going largely unnoticed.

MAGA representatives have been introducing a slew of measures to the new Congress, many of which incorporate the plans of Project 2025 into legislation. They call for turning over immigration to the states, privatizing veterans’ healthcare, and repealing the 1993 National Voting Rights Act, the 2010 Affordable Care Act, and the 2022 Inflation Reduction Act.

Bills call for withdrawing the U.S. from the World Health Organization; increasing oil and gas production on federal lands; abolishing the Internal Revenue Service (IRS), the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms, and Explosives (ATF), and the Occupational Safety and Health Administration (OSHA); allowing states to spend federal education money on private school vouchers; and removing the protection of transgender rights from schools.

Other measures would revoke security clearances for “certain former members of the intelligence community,” introduce a constitutional amendment to cap the Supreme Court at nine justices, and cut off federal funding to the Manhattan District Attorney’s Office (the office that successfully charged Trump with election interference) and the Fulton County (GA) District Attorney’s Office (the office that has charged Trump with criminal conspiracy).

And MAGA Republicans have proposed a bill to impose a national abortion ban, along with a bill urging Congress to support a consortium of antiabortion doctors for women because, the bill says, “health care should emphasize the whole woman, including her physical, mental, and spiritual wellness,” and “health care for women should also address the needs of men, families, and communities.”

LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

[siremasterlawrence]

Celebrity Exchange Program

As a up and coming actor who proudly just joined the SAG (Screen Actor’s Guild) for the first time and I am offered a chance to be a test for the pilot program where I can use a Human Exchange Program.I had a signed a strange waver that is a gold paper with a specialized pen as the gold like paper erupts in to fire and throwing it from my hand as it disintegrates before my very eyes.I shake my head forgetting as I exit the SAG office I receive a pamphlet from the agent at the desk and I flip through it as I head home a key falls from the pamphlet with instructions on it.I flip through it as the introduction page is stating that I have entered a super hot type of exchange program where I get to switch my body with any celebrity I choose to try experience.I use the sd card shape like a key placing it into the laptop as the screen turns deep odd gold color scheme and I am sent in to a new typo of interface and I found myself seeing the options.I skim down the list with of celebrities I can inhabit for a few days I find myself lusting after each you and for different reasons of course my main squeezes are married or dating so it’s a no.Colton Haynes listing himself on the system which leaves me floored and I immediately click it to the main page showing me his face and all of her naked picks of him on full display.I press agree after scrolling down the page for God knows who long finally I signed on the dotted line and begin feel the full weight of my actions.I ignore my own feelings it heading to bed as I fell in to a deep sleep my spirit lifts from my body into the air and floating through the window and passing a strange orb I am assuming is Colton Haynes entering mybody.Everything goes black as my body continue floating into the air speeding up as his air around my soul catch fire and I land through a window and enter it hitting some strong body.The body falling backwards onto the bed rock hard sending me a coma my body is beginning to shake convulsing out of control and I wake up with my eyes popping open up.I sit back up thrusting my legs into the air as she lands a bit, my head is groggy coming towards me walking to the mirror, and he is fluctuating this body hitting the mirror in a thud.I come to looking up to the mirror to see him it’s Colton’s face I am touching and I am so feeling fantastic as I strip naked to showing his body on showcase this is my body now forever.I check my body landing onto my chest as they let them spread feeling every inch and crevice of his body and I knew he felt that even in body but just spun it to the side to head into the bathroom.Letting my clothes fly into the air as I enter the bathroom closing the door behind me, switching the knob of the side as the shelf flows down raining over me and begin to soap up.The soap in my hand is place back as I am lathering myself up to the point suds are now everywhere and I enjoy the heat of the water wash over me and it felt so amazing to me.I do dance as I am getting a bit more of his confidence knowing I am super fucking hot now and their is nothing they can do to stop me and cleaning myself off with a towel as the steam rises.I am a new man stepping out of the shower drying my feet and into a pair of slippers as I walk out and the steam flowing into my main bedroom.

“Oh My God!”

“I am a stun”

“Look this face”

“This body is perfection”

“I am about to go out “

“Flash this smile “

“Flirt”

“Get some ass”

“Claim someone “

“They won’t know what hit them”

“I won’t be shy “

“I am so tired of being misunderstood “

“What’s his passcode”

“Oh right! Boop boop boop”

“Excellent! Let’s download some app”

“Set your profile”

“Take a few pics “

“Hit me up bitches “

“Time to get dressed “

“This polo shirt is it “

“Nice pair of jeans”

“Grab my shit “

“Almost forgot my keys “

“Here we go”

“Hello! Yes”

“This is Colton Haynes”

“I will be at this restaurant in five minutes “

“I need to get a private table at your restaurant.”

“This is Colton Haynes”

“Yes sir!”

“I’m on my way “

“Baby!”

“Move! “

“The main main is here”

“I’m here “

“Hello Sir!”

The end

[myemuisemo]

While I was pondering whether Mrs. Douglas had a "freeze" reaction to trauma in chapter V of The Valley of Fear, chapter VI appeared with the answer, and I fear Letters from Watson will soon provide chapter VII, so let's get cracking.

There are three things top of mind for me today:

The Panic of 1873

Yews

Dumbbells

The Panic of 1873

When I worked out the timeline for Cecil Barker's recounting of "we did this for five years and this for one year," etc., etc., assuming that the story takes place in late 1888 or early 1889, the year I got for Barker's likely arrival in the U.S. was 1873.

That's significant: he set off to make his fortune, ending up in the gold fields of California, about the time that a global depression was starting.

The short version of the Panic of 1873 is that after the Civil War, U.S. railroad bonds (that is, the debt used to finance railroad construction) were the hot investment, not just in the US, but in Europe, especially Germany. Nineteenth-century investing was mostly in bonds -- this is why people talk in Victorian novels about having investments in 3-percents that pay 10,000 pounds a year, or similar. When you invested your money, the company was literally in debt to you, and it paid you a safe "coupon" of interest on that debt.

Not all bonds were the same. People were "ruined" by investing in companies that did not have stable cash flow or were outright fraudulent.

The initial problem in 1873 was not with the railroads, though, but with trading in the bonds. When German investors moved on to other investments, there were too many railroad bonds running loose, causing their value to plummet. That took out a US bank that had a hefty investment in those bonds, as their asset value dropped. The bank failure caused a panic, which cascaded through the system. This article and this one explain some of the specifics.

Anyway, Cecil Barker seeks his fortune abroad at a time loosely equivalent to the Great Recession of 2008.

In 1873, California was wrapping up efforts to exterminate native peoples -- no, I'm not exaggerating. This was not covered in 4th grade state history, 5th grade U.S. history, nor 8th or 11th grade U.S. history when I was in school!

By 1873, Gold Rush hysteria was over and some of the original sites in the Sierra Nevada foothills had been largely mined-out and abandoned, though mining still continued where it could. San Francisco was establishing itself as "the Paris of the West." The Central Valley, where I live, was getting rail built down its length, with towns established at various points for taking on fuel and water, as well as for picking up wheat and other crops that didn't require intensive irrigation (which wouldn't arrive for ~40 years).

It's not me, it's YEW

After decades of reading British novels, I have finally looked up what a yew is. I'd always envisioned something like the Chinese juniper that's planted everywhere around here: a low, dense hedge with soft packets of needles and a pungent, dusty scent.

Nope. I far underestimated the yew. It is a tree that makes Tolkien's Ents look small and non-threatening. Visit this yew-focused page to see the most terrifying trees. The existence of the yew also explains folktales of the British Isles where fair folk live in hollow trees. Yikes.

The yew traditionally symbolizes death, so the yew hedge is an excellent place to hang out after one's husband is mysteriously murdered.

(While you're there, the Ancient Tree Inventory is great for hours of exploration and arboreal terror.)

Where is the missing dumbbell?

The fact that Douglas has dumbbells at all is interesting, as the physical culture movement only really took off in the US in the 1880s, and it was slower to arise in England due to a greater cultural emphasis on "games."

He may have been influenced by his German first wife, as it was German immigrants in the 1850s who popularized the "Turner" movement of liberal political philosophy and physical fitness, the latter through vigorous gymnastics. Turnverein had a significant role in bringing PE into American schools.

Depending how one interprets the dumbbells, Douglas could be:

Forward-thinking

Eccentric

Worried about physical attacks or about aging

Very into German culture

We can't ask Mrs. Douglas, as, per Cecil Barker, Douglas' "perfect" trust in her did not include telling her... oh, anything actually important about his life.

I really want to know who was using whom in this household.

[kalolasfantasyworld]

Silva siblings yoga head canons

I can't really practice yoga now, because of my leg and I miss it dearly. So I decided to share these few head canons I have for the birds ^^

Art which came to be during a conversation with @t-f-t below.

Definitions taken from this website to explain to you a bit.

Nozel Silva

Ashtanga

Ashtanga yoga consists of six series of specific poses taught in order. Each pose and each series is “given” to a student when their teacher decides they have mastered the previous one. This is a very physical, flow-style yoga with spiritual components.

The whole practice and system of Ashtanga fits Nozel really well in my opinion. He likes discipline, he likes patterns and this is a also a physical practice. You are getting stronger, through working on yourself and one very specific aspects. Ashtanga greatly focuses on details and how well you perform the sequence.

Solid Silva

Vinyasa

Vinyasa yoga is also called “flow yoga” or “vinyasa flow”. “Vinyasa flow is a style of yoga where the poses are synchronised with the breath in a continuous rhythmic flow.”

Solid would probably get bore with different types, while Vinyasa is the most lively one. Besides there is the flow that a water magic user would have. In Vinyasa you also learn some fun poses and it's very dynamic. It fits his much more "jumpy" character.

Nebra Silva

Hot yoga, but in Vinyasa not Bikram style.

For Nebra I also choose a more dynamic style. She's got that spark and sassiness and wants the freedom Vinyasa could grant her. However since her attribute is mist a high temperature would be a nice addition. She could wear some an amazing yoga shorts and top set and obviously would get a fancy mat, on which she would not slip on.

Noelle Silva

Aerial yoga

Aerial yoga — sometimes called anti-gravity yoga — is relatively new, but quickly catching on. It involves traditional yoga poses with the added support of a strong, silky hammock that hangs from the ceiling. Nontraditional yoga experience.

Nontraditional is the definition of Noelle after all. She's fighting the "gravity" of expectations towards her and rising above them. However she uses classical water magic and has her mother's spell, so there is that base. She uses them in her own ways. The wings of her valkyrie armor and the fact that she flies guided me towards the aerial style.

Eagle doing an eagle pose

Citing @t-f-t

"nozel like: jojo posing to flex on the peasants"

[misfitwashere]

January 8, 2024

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

JAN 9

At least four wildfires tearing across Los Angeles have killed at least five people and forced the evacuation of at least 130,000 more, and have flattened about 42 square miles (109 square kilometers). The fires are being driven by unusually high winds with gusts of up to 98 miles per hour (158 km per hour). Although January is typically part of California’s wet season, conditions are terribly dry. Downtown Los Angeles has received just 0.16 inches (0.4 cm) of rain since May 6, 2024, and the summer was unusually hot.

President Joe Biden is supporting state and local responses to the fire with federal resources. Today, he approved a major disaster declaration, which enables people and towns to access funds immediately in order to jump-start their recovery. The Federal Emergency Management Agency (FEMA) will reimburse California for some of the costs of fighting the fires. Five U.S. Forest Service large air tankers and ten federal firefighting helicopters have been deployed to support the local firefighters; ten Navy helicopters with water delivery buckets are joining them. California governor Gavin Newsom has deployed the California National Guard, and the Nevada National Guard is standing by.

Canada, too, has sent water-dropping helicopters and a pair of planes, which are part of a firefighting contract with California that’s been in place for 14 years.

At a fire station in Santa Monica, Biden stood beside Newsom and said: “We’re prepared to do anything and everything for as long as it takes to contain these fires.”

In contrast to federal support for California under Biden, in the midst of the ongoing crisis President-elect Donald Trump blamed California governor Gavin “Newscum and his Los Angeles crew” for the fires, suggesting he had put the needs of fish over the people of California. He posted: “Governor Gavin Newscum refused to sign the water restoration declaration put before him that would have allowed millions of gallons of water, from excess rain and snow melt from the North, to flow daily into many parts of California, including the areas that are currently burning in a virtually apocalyptic way.” "Let this stand as a symbol of the gross incompetence and mismanagement of the Biden/Newsom duo,” Trump posted. “January 20th cannot come fast enough!"

Newsom’s office responded: “There is no such document as the water restoration declaration—that is pure fiction. The Governor is focused on protecting people, not playing politics, and making sure firefighters have all the resources they need.”

Trump is apparently claiming that water that could be used to fight the fires has been diverted to protect the endangered Delta smelt. But the water systems in California are complicated, and importing water from northern California would make no difference for the wildfires.

Los Angeles water doesn’t come from northern California. It comes from an aqueduct east of the Sierra Nevada, from groundwater, and from the Colorado River. Right now, the Metropolitan Water District of Southern California has more water stored than it has ever had before, according to Mark Gold, a board member. “It’s not a matter of having enough water coming from Northern California to put out a fire,” he told Alastair Bland of CalMatters. “It’s about the continued devastating impacts of a changing climate.”

Hydroclimatologist Peter Gleick told Taryn Luna, Liam Dillon, and Alex Wigglesworth of the Los Angeles Times that Trump’s linking of water policy to the raging fires was “blatantly false, irresponsible and politically self-serving.”

The two different responses of the current president and the incoming one reveal dramatically different approaches to the presidency.

Yesterday the Biden administration announced the finalization of a new rule that will remove medical debt from all credit reports. Until now, medical debt has meant that consumers could be denied mortgages, car loans, or small business loans. In addition, Vice President Kamala Harris announced that funds from the American Rescue Plan, passed by Democrats shortly after Biden took office in 2021, have enabled the elimination of more than $1 billion in medical debt for 700,000 Americans. Jurisdictions are on track to eliminate about $15 billion in medical debt for nearly 6 million Americans, the White House said.

“No one should be denied economic opportunity because they got sick or experienced a medical emergency,” Harris said.

While Biden and Harris are working to solve problems for regular Americans, Trump has simply gone on the offensive, attacking Democrats for what he claims is their mismanagement without offering any ideas of his own. “NO WATER IN THE FIRE HYDRANTS, NO MONEY IN FEMA,” he posted. “THIS IS WHAT JOE BIDEN IS LEAVING ME. THANKS JOE!”

By now, we know that Trump goes on offense to hide his own shortcomings. As Judd Legum of Public Notice pointed out, “The largest wildfire in California history—the August Complex Fire, which burned more than 1 million acres—occurred during the Trump administration.”

That pattern of going on offense to hide his own behavior was also on display today when CNN’s Hadas Gold reported that someone inside the Fox News Channel (FNC) gave the Trump team the questions that Trump would be asked at an Iowa town hall last January just before the Iowa caucus. A forthcoming book by Alex Isenstadt of Politico details the close relationship between Trump and people within FNC. It says that after Trump refused to prepare for that town hall, someone inside Fox texted the questions to a senior Trump aide, enabling them to prep him with answers.

After Trump fell apart during his debate with Vice President Harris, he accused her of knowing the questions ahead of time and said the debate was “rigged.”

Trump apparently went on the offensive yesterday when he called Supreme Court Justice Samuel Alito just hours before Trump’s lawyers filed an emergency request with the court asking it to stop Manhattan judge Juan Merchan from sentencing Trump Friday in the election interference case in which a jury found him guilty of 34 felonies. Alito told reporters that they talked only about a job opportunity for one of Alito’s law clerks and did not discuss the case, but it is highly unusual for a president or president-elect to talk with a Supreme Court justice when that official has business before the court. CNN’s Kaitlan Collins said such a thing was “almost unheard of.”

As legal analyst Quinta Jurecic observed, though, someone leaked news of this inappropriate contact astonishingly quickly. Such news usually “has taken a while to dribble out,” Jurecic noted, but “this happened THIS MORNING. [S]omebody was smug or pissed off enough to go to the press right away.”

Trump’s accusations that Biden committed a crime more likely to be chalked up to Trump himself—taking bribes from a foreign company—was also in the news today. Alexander Smirnov, the key witness for the House Republicans’ investigation into Biden, was sentenced to six years in prison after pleading guilty to lying to the FBI about the alleged bribery and to tax evasion.

Julia Ainsley and Carol E. Lee of NBC News today reported another way in which Trump is threatening to go on offense: by conducting a very visible raid targeting undocumented immigrants in the Washington, D.C., area as soon as he takes office. While Presidents Barack Obama and Biden have targeted employers who violate labor laws, Trump wants to demonstrate “shock and awe” by raiding workplaces and sweeping up migrants who are in the U.S. without documentation, regardless of their criminal status. His transition team has been talking with U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) officials about the logistics of such raids.

And then, of course, there are Trump’s frequent references to taking over other countries. Don Jr. traveled to Greenland this week with right-wing activist and media personality Charlie Kirk, ostensibly to record a podcast, but Trump Sr. followed the trip with posts saying “MAKE GREENLAND GREAT AGAIN!” That idea is getting traction among MAGA leaders, even though—or perhaps because—it is a direct affront to the North Atlantic Treaty Organization (NATO), to which both the U.S. and Denmark belong.

Over the New York Post’s map of the “Donroe Doctrine” in which Canada is labeled “51st state,” Greenland is labeled “our land,” the Gulf of Mexico is labeled “Gulf of America,” and the Panama Canal is labeled “Pana-Maga Canal,” the Republican majority on the House Foreign Affairs Committee posted today: “Our country was built by warriors and explorers. We tamed the West, won two World Wars, and were the first to plant our flag on the moon. President Trump has the biggest dreams for America and it’s un-American to be afraid of big dreams.” Journalist Jamie Dupree screenshotted the tweet before the committee deleted it.

Behind all the offense, though, things that matter deeply to the American people are going largely unnoticed.

MAGA representatives have been introducing a slew of measures to the new Congress, many of which incorporate the plans of Project 2025 into legislation. They call for turning over immigration to the states, privatizing veterans’ healthcare, and repealing the 1993 National Voting Rights Act, the 2010 Affordable Care Act, and the 2022 Inflation Reduction Act.

Bills call for withdrawing the U.S. from the World Health Organization; increasing oil and gas production on federal lands; abolishing the Internal Revenue Service (IRS), the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms, and Explosives (ATF), and the Occupational Safety and Health Administration (OSHA); allowing states to spend federal education money on private school vouchers; and removing the protection of transgender rights from schools.

Other measures would revoke security clearances for “certain former members of the intelligence community,” introduce a constitutional amendment to cap the Supreme Court at nine justices, and cut off federal funding to the Manhattan District Attorney’s Office (the office that successfully charged Trump with election interference) and the Fulton County (GA) District Attorney’s Office (the office that has charged Trump with criminal conspiracy).

And MAGA Republicans have proposed a bill to impose a national abortion ban, along with a bill urging Congress to support a consortium of antiabortion doctors for women because, the bill says, “health care should emphasize the whole woman, including her physical, mental, and spiritual wellness,” and “health care for women should also address the needs of men, families, and communities.”

—

[screeblees]

I loveee your angry!yandere so much!! I have a question, if you're willing to answer— How would he react if reader temporarily lost their voice due to screaming and crying? :D

Hi! Thank you so much!! And I love answering asks/questions so don’t worry! I can’t believe how many people are sending in asks about Angry ! Yan atm, I love it!!

Angry ! Yandere Headcanons here !

I hope I did this justice, even if it isn’t as longer as my other posts :3

Find my Masterlist here !

Please enjoy<33

Angry ! Yandere would be extremely upset, of course, to lose his most significant source of comfort but he would assure you caused no permanent damage and nurse you back to health (there’s no way you would get far enough to permanently damage your vocal cords, he would knock you out before it got to that point). He would force lemony hot drinks down your throat to sooth the ache and finally receive the medicine he had ordered online to make you drowsy and docile and let it dissolve in one of the throat soothing beverages.

There’s other ways to be calmed by you which Angry ! Yandere loves almost as much (even if they aren’t as effective)! Especially once the drugs kick in and you’re too out of it to resist any more, like cuddling and manhandling you into whatever position he favors, or talking to you about his day - though the dazed look in your eyes tells him he does not have your full attention, he knows you can’t help it due to being sedated and supposes he’ll forgive you for now but if this continues for long he may take the risk of having you off the sedatives at certain times to enjoy your lucidity and attention being entirely on him instead of floating around in your own head.

Angry ! Yandere makes sure to have a steady stock of sedatives to have flowing through your system at any other time than the point dedicated to your one-sided conversations (at least until your voice comes back), at least until Stockholm Syndrome kicks in you get settled in to avoid this situation to reoccur. Angry ! Yandere learns from his mistakes and knows what he needs to keep his comfort darling safe and sound.

Assuming your tear ducts have also grown dry and puffy then Angry ! Yandere will make sure you drink plenty of water alongside the tea - if you continue to sob dryly then he’ll begin to grow annoyed; how can you expect to heal and get better if you insist on crying?! But you’re still healing, so, punishments above a certain extent will have to wait until after you’re all better…

[ranarana1234]

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