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Daniel Brühl Receives the BZ Kulturpreis 2025

Since 1992, Berlin’s largest daily newspaper, B.Z., has presented this award to outstanding figures who shape the city’s cultural life. The prize includes a bronze sculpture of the dancing bear – Berlin’s heraldic animal – created by sculptor Ernst Leonhardt. In addition to [director and theater-maker] Ersan Mondtag, this year’s recipients include actor Daniel Brühl, painter Cornelia Schleime, writer Jenny Erpenbeck, Iranian filmmaker Mohammad Rasoulof, and the pioneering hip-hop group Die Fantastischen Vier.

🖊 Mondtag.com (3 April 2025)

📸 Gerome Kochan for Agentureventpress (April 2025)

Flabbergasted, Big Time! My beloved, most wonderful, big hearted, adorable friend Fran Healy surprised me by bringing Neil, Andy and Dougie along to present the @bzberlin Kulturpreis and play two @travistheband Hits for ME live in Berlin - traveling from LA, NY, Glasgow and Liverpool, what a f***ing joy and honor that was. I will never ever forget this night, deepest gratitude and love to my Scottish friends. I love you so much xxxx

📸 @thedanielbruhl via Instagram (10 April 2025)

📸 Niels Starnick for bz-berlin.de (9 April 2025)

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The link above comes with an interview that touches on Daniel and Fran's friendship, but this 2016 profile by The Independent delves deeper into it. It's probably one of my favorite DB-related articles: it includes several anecdotes I've never heard before, and it's told in an intimate and detailed way that (I find) Daniel rarely is regarding his personal life.

The online conversation they recorded for the 2021 Edinburgh International Film Festival is also worth checking out. It's mostly centered around cinema and their relationship with it, but through it, you also get a glimpse of Daniel's life as a dad, as a celeb, and as a teenager. He even talks about his first date at one point.

[angelanika]

Pro Swimmer! Sousuke x (f!) Reader

Warning: teeny-weeny Free! spoiler (bump in Sousuke’s swimming career) 

"And make sure he's back home by 8:30 the latest! Got it?"

"Yea...I- I got it," Sousuke groaned.

His eyes never met yours, feeling more and more intimidated under your intense gaze. He always found you kinda hot when you were all riled up but he knew his rights to wandering eyes were revoked. He instead opted to scan the plain walls and various apartment doors in the hallway. And occasionally down at the pointed finger you had jabbed in his chest.

You were just about to continue with your lecture when your son chirped up.

"Come on dad! If we don't go now, the lines will get too longggg," he whined, tugging at his father's shirt.

Sousuke was well aware that the lines at the amusement park were already out the gates and that he would more than likely be ushered to the front anyway, but he couldn't miss this opportunity to get the hell outta there.

"Alright Zai," Sousuke announces, "tell your mom bye and we'll go."

Without wasting another second, your 5 year old son grins up at you with his adorable smile and chubby cheeks,"Bye mommy!"

"Bye baby," you say sweetly, bending down to straighten his clothes. "Behave yourself ok? And don't eat too much junk. Remember your manners and don't go off on your own. Mommy's number is on that bracelet, if you get los-"

"Yes mommy. I got it!"

You sigh as you stand back up. "Okay...well have fun!"

"We will!" Zai yells behind him as he runs down the hall.

"I'll see you later," you call out again.

"Yea!" This time he's already turned to corner and is probably smashing at the elevator buttons.

Now its just you and Sousuke...

"Uh yh, bye Y/N. I'll be sur-"

SLAM!!

He would be lying if he said that the door shut in his face didn't hurt like a bitch. But what was he really expecting?

He just sighed and turned on his heel, hands deep in his pocket, fidgeting with the small box inside.

His mind drifted to the times when the air between you two were comfortable and loving, not tense and filled with hatred. When you would practically throw yourself on him when he came home and he would shower you in kisses. You were with him through all the ups and downs. His glory days in high school where he was among the top swimmers in his age group to his unforeseen shoulder injury which had everything around him crashing down. He became so depressed. But you stuck with him through it all. When he finally fully recovered at the end of university, he was quickly climbing the ranks once again. You, of course, were there to cheer him on. When he qualified for the Olympic games, he had recruiters and trainers from all over the world ringing his line. He got a great opportunity abroad and you eagerly pushed him to take it on. He was very reluctant about leaving you, but you quickly dismissed his worries and happily waved him goodbye, knowing that he would regret his decision later if he declined.

When he did come to visit, having some quality alone time was always on the top of your to-do list and departing from each other once again was the hardest. But for the most part, you guys made the long-distance relationship work. Everything worked...until it didn't!! :0

(sorry, I'm so dramatic)

It had been a week since he flew back out after visiting you for a few days. Sousuke had just wrapped up a small interview and he was still seated in the leather interview chair when he pulled out his phone.

BABYGIRL 💞

Please call me.

3:07pm

Sousuke slipped out his seat and through the door, leaning cooly outside against the concrete studio building ensuring that he was out of the way of the hustle and bustle of the busy pedestrians.

Bzzz Bzzz Bz-

"Hey Baby, missing me already?" He smirked.

"Hi...well yes...but that's not why i called..."

Damn did he love the sound of your voice, but what's with the worried stutter?

"What's up?"

"Please don't get upset..."

Sousuke frowned. Don't get upset? He straightened up his posture against the building, bringing to phone closer to his ear.

"What is it?"

"..."

"Y/n, what is it?"

You cringed at the absence of your usual nicknames. Your hands were clammy as you desperately tried not to drop the phone. Your heart was racing at a mile a minute and everytime you glanced at the positive tests decorated all over your bathroom counter, its sped up. You had to remind yourself that it takes two to tango and NONE of this is entirely your fault! It's not your fault....It's not your fault...

"I'm pregnant."

Sousuke froze, "y-you're what?"

"Pregnant Sousuke...pregnant," Your voice cracked as you whispered it out, clutching the phone impossibly tighter.

"How?"

Your back which was once slouched over the bathroom counter straightened up. Your face wrinkled into a frown and the tears running down your face felt hot with rising anger.

TF do u mean howw? That stupid question made you want to jump through the nearest window and the irritatingly calm way he asked such bullshit, had you foaming at the mouth.

"How Sousuke?!? You tell me!"

"But we're NOT ready for a child y/n," his voice was still low but stern, "We're still young and I'm finally at the top, there's no way i can raise a child right now.”

You quieted down, "So what are you saying?"

"I think you know y/n."

No. You had to hear him say it.

"Well I'm keeping it, so WHAT are you saying? Are you going to help me raise our child or not?!"

Sousuke sighed, "No y/n, I'm sor-"

Call ended.

* * *

After that phone call, a week had gone by without either of you hearing from the other. You were picking up around your apartment as it had started to reflect the messiness of your mind.

You decided to turn on the TV for some background noise and coincidentally it was on the celebrity entertainment channel.

"Ahh well at least i can see what a catastrophe other people's lives are ..." you murmured to yourself.

Snatching up some sticky candy wrappers from the kitchen counter, you headed to the trash partially listening to the overly enthusiastic TV hosts.

"Aaaand guess what folks?!? Next up we'll be talking about the rising athletic star SOUSUKE YAMAZAKI caught getting steamy with 3 Victoria Secret Models!!!" the man said.

"After securing his place at the Olympics games, it seems he got the surprise party of a lifetime!! And paparazzi caught ALL the sexy hot tub scenes so stay tuned!!" his co host added.

You felt sick and not just from the growing child inside you.

You wanted to look away but you couldn't help but stare at the images on your future child's father feeling and rubbing up on 3 other women in bikinis.

That son-of-a-bitch...

Right before the show faded to a commercial break, you heard, "haha wait, didn't he mention being in a relationship recen-?"

You realized that cutting people off was starting to become a bad habit of yours, but there was no way you would listen to any more of that.

"He sure does move on fast," you muttered.

You couldn't help but wonder if he had those girls or even others on the side while you two were together as well.

The way his hands would grab at ur body eagerly showed that he must've been more than touch starved when he was away, but rn,

"It's alright Y/N. It's alright," you repeated to yourself. "He's not a part of your life anymore. That's just how it is. You'll be an amazing single mom. You have supportive friends and family. You'll be fine. You didn't and still don't need him..."

Now you're crying.

You try to blame it on the pregnancy hormones but you know better.

You curl up on the sofa, not having the strength to drag yourself to your own bed, and continue to shed your tears. You've been getting used to the sensation of crying your eyes out, it has become a more frequent thing since the call and sweetie, you had many more crying sessions to come...

* * *

Five years later, here you are.

When Sousuke finally reached out after 3 years of complete radio silence, begging you to allow him into your son's life, you didn't hesitate to drop a cold-hearted "No."

Who tf does he think he is?!?

However, it was your friends and family who were the ones to urge you to reconsider, saying that it would be best for Zai. You were still reluctant but eventually gave in, only for your child's sake.

Sousuke didn't visit too often, but when he did, he was always bearing expensive gifts and a fun day out.

You hated to see your baby go off with that bag of shit but you were kinda happy for Zai. He was spoilt rotten whenever Sousuke came around to add more toys to his collection. He really enjoyed riding in his dad's luxury sports cars and visiting his over-the-top condos. However, you raised him well and he knew when it was time to go home.

You sometimes felt bad knowing that you couldn't afford all those things for Zai yourself but he never fussed about wanting to stay longer with his affluent father as he knew that his own home with you was just as rich in unconditional love. 🥰

Zai sat on a bench, swinging his tiny legs as he chowed down a corndog.

"All worn out kiddo?" Sousuke asked while taking a seat beside him.

"No! I still have to go on a few more rides so i can be named King of Fun Land!!" he exclaimed, stretching out his arms dramatically.

Sousuke chuckled as he grabbed a tissue to wipe the ketchup off his son's mouth.

"Well your mom made an appointment to get your hair cut so we have to finish up here quickly ok?"

"Ok!!" Zai chirped.

"Uhm...speaking of your mom...."

Zai was too enchanted by the tasty carnival food to notice the change in his father's behaviour and how he shifted awkwardly on the bench beside him, trying to find the right words.

"..does she ever talk about me?"

He felt like a complete loser asking such a question to a 5 year old, but he couldn't help it.

Despite his nonchalant attitude, he really does regret what he did. He wants to see his son grow and learn, he wants to be a part of his life, he wants your forgiveness and he wants to know if he even has a chance at gaining your forgiveness.

"I'm not allowed to repeat what mommy says. She says they're bad words and i shouldn't use them."

There it is. He has no chance. He knew that. But the confirmation still sliced his heart.

"Oh alright kiddo. Don't worry about it," Sousuke ruffled his son's hair and lowered his voice, "And uhh don't bother tell her that i asked."

* * *

Zai continued to have a fun day with his father. After his haircut, they fed the ducks, got icecream and before he knew it, it was time to go home. 

“Oh shit,” Sousuke cursed as he checked his watch. “Your mom is going to kll me.”

He buckled his son into his back seat and he made his way behind the wheel. He turned to his son behind him with a small smile and said, “I actually have to pick up...a friend of mine right now. Is that ok?” 

Part 2 coming soon

[phightingaus]

Y'all. Au idea:

Robot inphernals(not necessarily biografts)

Basically what happened is that the SFOTH and some other individuals(however the og faction leaders look like) here are scientists and engineers tasked by a big company(whatever created the SFOTH iono) to create a sentient AI, and guess what?

They succeed, eventually. The first ever test models were the watcher line, the engineering team couldn't get actual facial expressions so they just made a metal pumpkin for the head. The only robot remaining from the line that wasn't scrapped or lost is W-GHD-003(Ghosdeeri)

The next ones created in order from oldest to newest(Guess who these are yourself, I basically shortened phighter and some NPC names to very few letters with some exceptions. Tell y'all next ask who is who, type the ones you got confused at): BH-000, BZ-001, KT-042, SC-001, HL-038, BR-000, SS-102, MK-102, SW-008, SK-024, VS-202, SR-202, TRFF-000, PWN-777, F-BZ-002, SL-021, BM-009, MG-302, MC-302

Oh also what part of the project each SFOTH deity worked on:

Firebrand- Frame building

Windforce, Darkheart & Venomshank- AI training

Icedagger- Design and concept

Illumina & Ghostwalker- Engineering

- star wars anon't

i have no clue what to say about this, there is not enough meat on this skeleton for me to dissect it, like you didn't say any differences like "oh the sfoth have jetpacks now instead of wings" or something but cool au

[mxmajor]

Alright SydCarmy Mafia AU Premise

There are still chefs, same family restaurant and other businesses, psuedo family, but the businesses are used as a money laundering front.

Richie is still involved with drugs but is a higher ranking lieutenant, Natalie still has that finance degree and background, works at the bank as a cover but is involved.

Just like in canon, cousin Michelle is a restauranteur, something the family doesn't see as viable like real estate had been as a cover, but as things bloom for her, they see the opportunity to move into a larger bracket because a lot of money moves through fine dining establishments each week.

And with that, they invest in the beef a bit more, and when they see the nascent talent of a prodigy, they push for Carmy to be out in the world to become the canon chef we know.

Mikey hopes that being away from the family will keep Carmy on the straight and narrow, clean and unsullied by their bullshit. Mikey failed to make it beyond the Berzattos, but Carmen would be different, if he keeps him at arms distance. Little did he know, the Family was reaching further than he could push his baby brother away.

Syd is tapped after catering for a private party to stage for a CDC position at one of the BZ Group restaurants, an opportunity that could take her 20 year plan to have her own restaurant as a culinary iconoclast and cut it in half. They had inventive and successful establishments in New York, California, and here in Chicago, and if she could lead a program in one of their kitchen's to snag a F&W award, or retain and increase one of their Michelin Star kitchens...This could accelerate her career way more than micro-planing citrus.

The Restaurant group has a reputation in the city, but in the food world, that reputation is a life time opportunity. And one of the reasons for that reputation is successful, famous, nay, legendary hometown hero Carmen Berzatto that might even be her EC if she nails this. It's not like she'll work their forever, right?

Possible routes:

Shy anxious Carmy is a cover to get her to join in and she falls deep into the life before realizing what this is all a front for. he's been in on all of it and groomed to take over, he just needs a partner to expedite by his side.

OR

Carmy is trying to keep her out by being an asshole because he doesn't want her to get sucked into their underworld as he tries to figure out if the story he was told about his brother's death was true.

OR

Sydney witnesses something she Should Not See™, so they have her marry Carmy so she can't testify against him (fake marriage au) but they fall for each other over time as they bond over food in the menu of chaos around them.

BONUS: Mr. Berzatto was taking care of and/or his family was offered up as collateral because he owed folks money. but he is still out there and might come back 👀👀

Or he's the big bad boss behind it all but none of his kids know him or see him "for their safety"

Okay, I am handing off this baton lol.

(when I say pass the baton, i mean i'm tryna crowdsource a mafia au, please add an idea or take an idea and run with it lol.)

[evil-jennifer-hamilton-wb]

To continue on the square discourse, here's a fun not-square:

This is the domain coloring of f(z)=z^{7}+bz^{3} (although any z^n + z^n-4 works)

I am not in any way claiming this fits the definition of a real square, but function's root has the appearance a square

[pink-jello-fish]

Hii so I’m a writer on quotve and decided to put my story in other platforms for fun. I dunno this was a fic I made for fun lol also it’s kinda long like may or may not be fourteenpageslong byyeeeee

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p1= player 1 which just means player 1 which means y/n cause why not

f/c= favorite color

e/c= eye color

Tbh I'm pretty sure most people reading this already know the basics and I'm too lazy to actually write them all out so if there is anything new I'll put one at the top of the chapter. cool? Cool.

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Chapter 1

“You’re getting mugged, kid!” “No you're getting mugged! :D” “AHH HOW THE HELL DOES THAT EVEN WORK!?”

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Bzz…

What's that sound?…

Bzz…

Oh it’s my alarm..ok ok that’s nice..I guess…

Bzz…

OH FUCK ITS MY ALARM!!

Bz-

I opened my eyes a little to look for my phone to turn off the alarm which I did since it isn’t going off anymore. So with the worst sound in existence turned off I opened my eyes more to, not the sun?, as I was expecting but to a cloudy kind of green looking sky as well as old wooden buildings with either moss or mold I can't really tell.

I sat up because the ground I was laying on was gross and I looked around the town more but the view didn’t get better. I just saw more old wooden rickety apartments that looked like they were stacked on top of each other with some small bars I believe, with small picnic tables for guests.

Resting my hand on my cheek I tried to remember how I got there, however I drank a lot with my flat mates and like the stereotypical collage kids we were, we drank like it was the last day on earth and doctor was coming to saw our legs off, so anything that did happened I can’t and will probably never remember it.

So figuring out how I got here was gonna be a real pain in the ass. However with what I’m assuming is left over drunk confidence I was able to try and go up to people and ask them where I was instead of just trying to figure it out on my own.

“Um excuse me but where am I exactly?” I ask a random guy passing by. “Ugh tourist, go back to wherever you're from.” Was all he said to be before speed walking off.

Ok fuck you to

Then I went up to a lady cleaning one of the tables. “Excuse me-” “Whatever you want you ain’t gettin so go away!” She said through her teeth sounding really upset so I backed off feeling like she was gonna deck me in the face if I stayed for too long.

“Sir-“ “I’m not buying whatever you're selling.” “I just need-“ “IF YOU DON'T STOP TALKING YOU'RE GONNA BE NEEDING CRUTCHES!!”

“Hello ma’am-” “Oh~I’ve been called a lot of things but ma’am? So polite I wouldn’t mind if we had a little fun~." "I actually just need to know where I am. Also, I don't have any money, sorry.” “No money, no service.” “I just want to know where I am.” “Service includes talking darling.”

“Excu-ok just walk faster, I don't care, that's fine.”

Honestly I should’ve listened to the introvert in me when it said ‘don’t go talking to random strangers they might stab you’ like yeah sure it was exaggerating but i think a few people i talked to were getting close to stabbing me.

“I hate today.” I mumbled sliding down a wall and taking a seat back on the gross wooden deck floor. No clue how I didn’t realize this whole place was right above a lake until now but it’s not it matters I’m lost and have a class to get to, which yes may seem like the least of my concerns but I paid good money to go to school and I’m making every penny count damnit!

At this point I’m just ranting in my own head trying to distract myself from this shitty situation. Well ranting in my head and fiddling with my necklace after I remembered I had it on. It was a little ‘gift’ I got myself and by got myself I mean I found it on the ground and kept it, which yes is kind of a dick move but it was a pretty necklace with what I think is a quartz’s hanging off via a silver snake.

“You don’t look like you're from around here?” Someone said next to me and when I looked I saw a guy in a hoodie who seemed to be giggling a little bit realizing I was lost, no clue how he came to that conclusion but who cares I’m finally getting some type of help.

“Uh, yeah. Yes! Yes I am a little lost, I had a bit too much to drink last night and ended up here.” I explained with the guy's laugh growing more finding my terrible situation hilarious. “I’m a real comedian I know but where exactly am I-OR PULL A KNIFE OUT YEAH THATS COOL TO-“ “SHUT UP! SHUT UP AND EMPTY YOUR WALLET!” He yelled, putting a knife closer to my throat and dragging me into an alley.

“I’ll-um uh I’LL SCREAM!! I’ll scream real loud. Just-just let me go. I'm already having the worst day ever.” I told him hoping I’d convince him. “You think anyone will do anything. This is a place full of criminals! The only help you’ll get is help into a grave, and that’s if you’re lucky!” He said, still laughing a little.

However he was right, the people here didn't seem to care that i was lost so why would they care if i'm getting mugged. Seriously I just saw a guy side eye me from outside the alley, WHAT THE HELL!! So with the rage I got from seeing that guy ignore me I tried kicking the guy in the knee so after reeling it up and going for it he moved his leg. Of course he did, he literally saw me get ready to kick him.

So losing my balance I started to fall forward into his knife and I felt the cold metal start to go into my neck.

But all I felt was the cold of the metal.

I didn't feel blood

I didn't feel feel the knife anymore

I wasn't in his arms i was on the ground

So i ran THE FUCK OUT OF THERE.

I ran like I never ran before. It was like that scene in Ratatouille when the humans come in the kitchen and all the rats go in different ways. I sprinted like that.

I heard the guy running after me and yelling but I couldn’t make out what he was yelling, not like it matters. I wanted to see how much distance I had on him so I took a few quick glances and those glances were enough to see that his right hand which was the one he was the knife with originally, now had what looks like sparks of f/c electricity? Granted I'm running away from him and am not looking too hard, I'm just taking quick glances to see if he's catching up.

Not like any of this matters again just trying to to distract myself from another horrible situation cause what else are gonna do?

I ran a few blocks but I figured I wouldn’t be able to lose him like this. I need some type of cover and even though I’ve had the worst luck with alleys today I think they might be my best bet. I slipped into the next alley which ended up being a three way so I grabbed a lid from a trash lid and threw it in the opposite direction hoping the guy would think I went that way.

I sprinted the opposite way and didn't look back. I rounded a corner and kept running as fast as I could until I came to a door which I'm going to assume is locked because what idiot would leave a door unlocked here? However it was my only option since I heard someone coming down the alley so I grabbed the door knob and ripped the door open and ran inside slamming the door behind me locking it.

I started to catch my breath as I sat down on the floor against the wall, “huff thank huff whoever owns this place huff!” I said, feeling a smile come on my face.

Then I heard the knob jingling.

I stood up and looked around looking for anything I could use as a weapon but all there were were taped up boxes that I already struggled to get open WITHOUT being chased by someone trying to kill me! I looked for another door but the only other door had planks boarding it up. “Whatever god i upset, IM SORRY!!” i said trying to blame my bad luck to something else

The door flung open but the guy chasing me wasn't there. It was a different guy and he looked a lot older, meaner, and like he was going to kill me for being in what I'm assuming is his house.

“Who are you? '' he said, glaring at me. I wasn't sure if it was because i was out of breath or i was stunned with fear but i didn't say anything i just looked the door behind him wondering if i could slip past him and get out-

“WHO ARE YOU.” he demanded, walking closer. “And what are you doing in here?!” he asked. “What did the guy outside you cut your tongue out, why aren't you answering me-” “He’s outside?!” I asked, backing away still unsure if he's going to try and hurt me. “You know him?” he asked, glaring at me waiting for me to say something back. “You know what-whatever who are you?” he said, glaring at me even harder.

Ok i don't want to tell this guy my actual name that's dumb.

“My name is….um (P1)-sh**” I can't believe I said my real name-wait I got censored?

“Sure that's your name. How did you make that sound?”

“sh**.”

“That how are you-”

“Fu**-”

“OK STOP IT. Why are you in my store?!” he yelled over me. “Because I was being chased by the guy outside. Figured you would have put two in two together.” “Don't start with me, I could kill you right now if I wanted.” “Ok relax i just thought you would have figured it out”. There was silence after what I said which I kind of enjoyed.

“Ok kid, the guy outside is gone so why don't you give me your necklace and we’ll call it even ok.” “Why do you want my necklace? And how do YOU know that he's actually gone?!” “I know he's gone because as soon as he saw me he ran off, so why you dont you give me my payment-” “PAYMENT?! Didn't you help me because it was the right thing to do?” he just gave me a weird look then laughed a little “Yeah yeah thats funny, who do i look like the ninja?-” “The who?” “The ninja, do you live under a rock or something?” He asked “No, I'm just not from around here. Look, I'll give you my necklace if you tell me where I am.”

“Stixs, you're in Stixs' ' he said, rolling his eyes. “Okay…Stixs is where exactly?” “What do you mean ‘Where is Stixs’? Stixs Ninjago where else would it be?” “What the he** is a “Ninjago”?" I asked and he just squinted his eyes and shook his head like I was the stupidest person he’s ever met. “Where exactly are you from?” he asked “Well i'm coming from Ohio-” “What's an Ohio?” “I dont know im just going to college there!!” I yelled starting to panic as I am not getting any help and am in a place that does not exist.

The man just pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed very annoyed at the situation. I can't blame him, to be honest. “Look I don’t know what to tell you, you’re in Ninjago Stix now own up to your promise and give me your necklace.” he said. I sighed wondering what I'd do next as I felt around the chain for the fastener. “Ok so about that-” i started and he rolled his eyes again “It's just a necklace, take it off.” “Umm, yeah so about that. I can't find the clasp so it may be stuck on my head.” I smiled nervously.

“What do you mean it’s stuck?” He said starting to get even more mad. “I just told you, I can’t find the fastener.” I said pulling at the chain trying to get it off so I could go. “Could you hold still, let me see.” He said, grabbing the chain and yanking it towards him. “HEY-OW could you just relax that hurt a**hole!!” I shouted at him. “oh you gotta be kidding me-kid i'm gonna have to go get something to get this off.” “What do you mean you need to get something? Oh god-ARE YOU GONNA CHOP MY HEAD OFF FOR IT OR SOMETHING!!” I screamed my horror film paranoia kicking in.

“What the? No kid, you need to relax. I just need something from my place that might help get this off.” He said, looking towards the door. “Unless it’s a power saw I don’t think it’ll come off, I mean I could try to rip it off '' I said thinking of ways to get this damn necklace off “No absolutely NOT! That necklace better not be broken when I get back or I swear.” He said going towards the door.

“Wait, I thought you lived here?” I asked to play with the chain hoping I was just being stupid and not noticing the clasp. “I don’t live here yet. I just put my stuff here so it’s easier when I do eventually buy it.” He said, rolling his eyes AGAIN. Man if I took a shot every time he rolled his eyes I'd probably be dead. “So you're a squatter?” I asked because clearly this already pissed off old man will happily answer my questions.

“You don’t shut up for jack do you? And for the record the guy who owns this place doesn’t come by anyway so it’s basically abandoned” he explained “ ok, I guess that makes sense. However, what happens if the guy tries to sell to someone who isn’t you, what then?” “trust me he isn’t, no one else wants this place I mean look at it it’s a dump!” He said using his arms to gesture around the room.

“Then why the fu** Do you want it?” “Ok I’m done answering your questions.” He said just sounding tired at this point as he went to the door. “And learn to shut up, not everyone is as nice as me and will wanna chat and hear your stupid questions.” He said laughing a little. I flopped on the ground figuring it’ll be a while when he comes back with whatever it is he’s getting.

Why am I even sticking around, I got what I wanted so why don’t I leave?! I started to ask myself then looked over to see the guy at the boarded up door looking panicked. “Kid we gotta go, the guy who owns this place is here.” he said looking around at the boxes.

“But I thought you said he NEVER comes around here?” I asked getting up and take a piece from the wooden boards. “We’ll for once I was wrong sue me!” He said angrily “How am I gonna get all these boxes out?” He muttered. I looked out and I saw three people walking up two men in suits and a very tall muscular lady who looked like she could crush my head in her hands.

“Umm..are we going to die?” I asked the fear of settling in “Not unless you know how to use that necklace!” He angrily whispered.”what do mean use the necklace-“ I cut off by the sound of the boards breaking because guess what, THAT LADY WAS RIPPING THE BOARDS OFF WITH HER HANDS!! “Oh fu** we really are gonna die!” I nervously laughed as the old guy grabbed me and ducked behind some boxes.

“Yes yes this project should work perfectly here!” One of the men said happily, “I see, it must be quite spacious when it’s cleaned out.” “Well of course! All it needs is a little cleaning!” The two men started going back and forth about the property. Meanwhile, I’m over here trying not to freak out.

“Kid you need to pull yourself together and teleport us outta here before god bodyguard finds us and kills us for trespassing!” He again quietly yelled at me. “T-teleport-I-I-“ “oh come on kid work with me here or else we’ll be swimming with the fish!” “Why are you getting mad at me? I don't even know what’s going on right now!!” I quietly yelled back.

Then the box got lifted. We both turned and saw the lady looming over us.

“I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!! YOU EAT HOW DARE YOU THINK YOU CAN TRESPASS ON MY PROPERTY AND GET AWAY WITH IT! JULIE!” One of the businessmen shouted “I'm already on it!” She smiled, cracking her knuckles then attacked. I guess I’m the world's punching bag today and all the worse things are happening to me today! I thought in anger

We both roll out the way as she smash the ground halk style then she turned to the old dude and went for a punch which he dodged and then he pulled out a small sherkin looking thing and tried to slice her with it but she grabbed his arm and threw him towards me all while I was stunned with fear.

The old guy looked at my neck and mumbled a weak apology before grabbing the necklace “ROOF-“ he tried to scream before getting shocked by the necklace and frying his hand making it look just like the guy’s hand from me earlier.

“OW-GOD-I CAN'T BELIEVE I FORGOT ABOUT THAT OWW.” He hollered in pain as the huge lady Julie, grabbed a box and chucked it at us. I ducked on the floor where the old guy already was, and I guess the gods finally thought I had suffered enough today because the box opened and a few tools fell out thankfully to my side.

I grabbed a wrench and chucked it at her which she caught and threw back, but I grabbed a crowbar and hammer and ducked again avoiding the wrench and I lunged at her legs taking the hammer and trying to smash her knees with it. I wasn’t successful though. She grabbed my hand just like she did the old guy and lifted me up while restraining my other arm by my wrist.

“What are you his apprentice?!” She laughed “you can’t even attack me right!” “I don’t work for that guy, I don't even know his name!!” I said, struggling to get out of her grasp. “Why are you with him then-ronin you got a kid or something now!” Julie laughed. Then I remembered my legs exist and work normally.

“What are you stuck on babysitting-“ then she got decked in the face by the shoe. “Bi** Please, I’m in college.” I said, rolling my eyes and grabbing the crowbar I dropped and threw it at her and ran back to the old dude who I now know is Ronin and tried to grab him and get him out the door.

“S..s.say o..or th..ink of t..he roof..” he managed to say even though he sounds like he’s dying. “HOW IS THINKING OF THE-Oh forget it.” “YOU SHOULD BECAUSE YOU TWO ARE DEAD!!” “Roof,ROOF,ROOF!!” I shouted, squeezing my eyes shut figuring I was about to be punched into the afterlife.

But I wasn’t

I wasn’t in the shop at all anymore I was on a roof.

“Oh my gods..did-did that really work!” I exclaimed looking around and sure enough I saw the store across the street with Julie walking out confused and looking around looking up on the roof of the building, I ducked when she looked in our direction and when I popped up to take a peak she just looked annoyed.

“Sigh THANKS FOR BEING A TOTAL WASTE OF TIME!!” She shouted “Ha ha..” I heard the guy struggling to laugh as I looked back and saw him trying to get up. “Ok maybe you should sit back down-“ “HEY LAP DOG!!” He screamed sounding better but also still sounded like he’s on the verge of dying.

“WHAT THE FU** ARE YOU DOING!! Are you trying to get us caught!!” I yelled, lowering my voice while still trying to get my point across as I looked down and saw Julie looking up at us. “Relax it’s fine-YOU SHALL ALWAYS REMEMBER THIS AS THE DAY YOU ALMOST CAUGHT THE GREAT THIEF RONIN!!” Shouted as I saw her start to look for a way to climb up here.

“WHAT THE HE** WHA THAT FOR!!” I again shouted at him while he only laughed at this, not sounding like a dying animal. “Style points, now hurry unless you want her to cave your skull in.” He said hopping off the roof and on to another and I heard the angriest lady I’ve ever met come up and I followed him.

We hopped to roof tops then slid down an overhang like it was a slide then booked into another alley and then he didn’t stop running so I kept after him until he stopped.

“Ar…are we…are we done because I am IN PAIN RIGHT NOW!!” “Oh relax, a little running never hurt nobody.” He said walking into another building, this one looking like a really shitty apartment complex. “Oh is this another place you squat in?” I ask to take a breather on the floor. “No I’m just running in to grab something that should get that necklace off, so you’re welcome in advance.” Then he went inside.

“‘You’re welcome in advance’ fu** this guy, all he’s done for me is get me involved in a fight and almost DIE!” I said letting my thoughts spill out loud as to distract from the fact that I am basically in the same position as I was when I first woke up. Only with new trauma I guess.

“Ok this should do the trick!” I heard him call and looked up and saw him holding a cup full of something that’s steaming.

“This acid should do the trick perfectly-“ “ACID!! WHAT IF IT BURNS ME!” “Then it burns you? Are you that dumb?” “Are you!”. I groaned as he explained that he’s done this plenty of times which I do not believe in the slightest but I didn’t really have much of a choice. We tried the acid and it didn’t work and it almost burned my neck, then he just got the power tools like I had said earlier which also didn’t work, so long story short.

THIS NECKLACE IS STUCK ON ME!! I'm not sure why I’m even surprised.

“Look up, find a way to get it off you but it might take some time.” Ronin said, tossing the bolt cutters he was trying to use aside. “How long is some time though?” I asked “Not sure. Could be days, weeks, depending on how fast I can find the thing I need.” He said going back inside and bringing all the tools with him because yes we were just doing this out in an alley for everyone to see.

“Are you sure it’s the thing you need, cause that’s what you said about the acid.” I reminded him. “Well this will definitely work, it’s a book that should explain how the necklace work’s completely. I just need to find it.” He said “ok well what am I supposed to do in the meantime?” I asked “I don't know whatever you want, just come around every ounce till I find it.” “Well what if something happens! Like that lady, what if she comes back?!” I worried as Ronin just rolled his eyes, “I don’t know, fight back?” He said, which seemed like a question itself.

“Are you serious?” I asked and he just shrugged “SHE’D KILL ME IN ONE PUNCH!! And what if someone else sees my necklace-""Then hide it stu-""Shh I’m not finished. Look you know about the necklace someone else might know about the necklace then what if they come for me? Then you lose the necklace and isn’t it what you want?” I asked again almost out of breath.

“What do you want me to do?” He asked “I-i don’t know just help me find a safe place to stay while you do whatever it is you need to do!”. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose muttering under his breath “Don’t be a mistake-“ he lifted his head up “you are one persistent idiot you know that?” “Ha funny that’s what a cop told me when I tried to get out of a parking ticket.” I laughed a little at my own story “shh I’m not done. Look I know it’s not ideal but my place is the safest place you can be right now I swear.” “Yeah cause that isn’t suspicious at all-“ “kid listen, no one really knows about the necklace but knowing Julie she’ll tell her boss and then he’ll tell people then everyone will know ABOUT the necklace and who HAS the necklace. And you see most people are scared of me because unlike everyone else here I don’t HIRE people to do my work-I do it and I make sure it’s done right.” He monologues.

Is this really a good idea? I mean what if he tries to hurt me or kill me or-or other things I don’t even WANT to think about. I thought for a second, and he really was my only choice. At this point in time at least. So reluctant I said yes.

He took me into the building he kept popping in and out of and unlocked a door which led into an apartment. It wasn’t completely bad. I mean it has a nice-eh not really, But it does have a-nope the the tv has a hole in it. Dear god this man must have some issues, starting to rethink this.

I kept looking around the small apartment since I didn’t need to take more than a step to see the whole thing, however I should’ve been looking around the room and not just forward because I got a pillow to the face which knocked me over a little and caused me to stumble.

“Hey what-“ then I got a blanket tossed on me. An old blanket that looked older than the world itself, hell it has holes in it for god's sake. “Do you really expect me to sleep with this?” I asked looking at the pillow which was just a normal pillow, nice, “yes beggars can’t be choosers so deal with it.” He said going into the other room.

“Deal with it-what am i an animal he picked off the street.” I grumbled letting my thoughts become words. As I started setting up my bed I remembered there was a couch. Why aren’t I sleeping on the couch!! Like sure it’s not the best but beats sleeping on the floor. I thought about pulling my negative thoughts back in my head.

As I made my bed on the couch like he was summoned or some shit Ronin came out of the room to tell me “you’re not sleeping on the couch I don’t know if you have lice or bed bugs or something.” Then he left.

WHAT

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ASSHOLE

Being the petty person I was I figured I’d just wait a little till he goes to sleep then I’ll just go onto the couch, but as I laid on the ground looking up at the ceiling to pass the time I felt the tiredness of the day drag me by my legs to sleep.

So here I was

Sleeping in a strangers house not knowing if I’ll even see tomorrow

In a different dimension I guess or maybe I’m just in a coma or a bad acid trip, I don’t know.

The point is I’m tired and am just giving up.

And those were my last thoughts as I closed my eyes.

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Authors note

So thanks for reading the first chapter. I hope you enjoy sorry for it being so long but I had jokes I really wanted to put in so yeah it’s long now.

-me

May-2-2023

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From current year me hope yall liked it!!!!

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Blood and Bloom

Blood and Bloom https://ift.tt/2nfXzhw by blushsiren As as a series of murders shakes Hogwarts, Hermione finds herself caught between danger and desire. With the shadows of the summer killings looming, tensions rise between her and the cunning Draco Malfoy and the charming Blaise Zabini. Secrets, lies, and unspoken attraction swirl as Hermione tries to uncover the dark forces at play—both inside and outside the castle. DM/HG/BZ Words: 2982, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, Multi Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger/Blaise Zabini, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy/Blaise Zabini via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/5GQgohB January 23, 2025 at 04:57PM

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we hear all about how massive creek's rack is. give us the bz tit ranking

F tier: bruce (got em lopped off)

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Triangle Tuesday 12: A quickie featuring a blinged-out triangle, the incenter, and John Conway!

Triangles are nice with the three sides and all, but what if we wanted to add more sides?

Let's add two more copies of side a attached to vertex A, extending the other two sides. Then we'll do the same with sides b and c. Now we have three times as many sides as your standard triangle, terminating in six points. Sweet bling!

But the amazing thing about this configuration is that all six endpoints lie on a common circle. And the other amazing thing is that this was discovered by John Conway. Yes, that John Conway. So this is called the Conway circle.

Proof: consider a circle with center I and a line segment PQ tangent to the circle at Z. Then we have two right triangles PZI and QZI with equal sides PZ and QZ and common side IZ. Then their hypotenuses are also equal, and are radii of a common larger circle, which makes PQ a chord of this circle.

In the Conway configuration, our tangent circle will be the incircle of triangle ABC. Now clearly the three extended line segments are equal, each being made of segments equal to a, b, and c in some order. It only remains, then, to prove that the incircle of triangle ABC touches the midpoints of these extended sides.

Let the incircle touch the sides at X, Y, and Z. Now consider the two segments AZ and AY. They are equal, since they are both tangents to the incircle from the same point A. Let their length be d. In the same way, the segments BX and BZ have equal length e and and segments CX and CY have equal length f. We can write the length of each side in terms of these shorter segments:

a = e + f

b = d + f

c = d + e

Now let's show one of the extended sides divided into those shorter segments.

The segment PQ is divided at Z, with PZ = f + e + d and QZ = e + d + f. Therefore Z is the midpoint of PQ, which is a chord of the larger circle.

The same argument applies to the other two extended sides, so X and Y are the midpoints of those segments as well, and all are chords of a common circle. QED.

That's all for this time. I wanted to do something quick and easy while I"m working on a longer piece that I hope to have done next week. Plus, I got to name-drop a celebrity, which is always fun.

If you found this interesting, please try drawing some of this stuff for yourself! You can use a compass and straightedge, or software such as Geogebra, which I used to make all my drawings. You can try it on the web here or download apps to run on your own computer here.

An index of all posts in this series is available here.

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[skygodtraumabond]

What a disobedient Rotom. Dave aught to shut you down for using her like a mere punching bag.

<BZ Z Z T TTT WOULDLOVETOSSEHERTRY!!!!!!!!!!!

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[usafphantom2]

41 years on from the Falklands War, former 809 NAS boss Tim Gedge passed the baton to the new CO, Cdr Nick Smith, as the Phoenix Squadron stood up as an F-35B unit at RAF Marham this morning. An absolute pleasure and privilege to have been there to see it. BZ to all involved.

@RowlandWhite via X

[boofoh]

📣✨‼️OFFICIAL FAMILY TREE TRANSMISSION: BLOOMWARE BRANCH ‼️✨📣

"THE ROOTS HAVE BEEN SPOKEN. THE MYTHLETS HAVE AWAKENED."

🌳💫 ROLL CALL: THE LINEAGE LOLPOST 🌫️📜

🔶 BLEET

➤ Brittani Lee Brimhall

➤ ✨Brynnnie (mythlet class: Emotional Archivist, zine sorceress, R.O.F.L. bard)

💈 AUSTIN WELLS BRIMHALL

➤ Hair mystic. Husband unit. Calm provider of psychic structural integrity.

🦊 J.A.F.

➤ aka A.“I Was In Japan, Maybe?” F.

➤ Class: Drift-Confirmed Brother. Alignment: 😳🌪️💘🗾🕵️‍♂️

🦊 TF

➤ Father of JAX. Weed aura confirmed.

👩‍🍼 LEE

➤ Matriarch. Said Joshua, meant Aaron. Architect of mystery.

🎧 TL

➤ Christina’s dad. Echoes in the archive.

🎣 BZ

➤ Another puzzle piece. Name ripples in the waters.

🪓 BGT

➤ Ancestral flame. Holds part of the forge.

🎤 sheismypurplecrayon ➡️ RAMIREZ

➤ Firstborn. OG signal. Her tale unfolds in November stars.

🧵 ELIZABETH of Diamonds

➤ Bridgewalker. Finder of siblings. Wields a stupidly big wrench as a weapon. Steampunk. Chelsea hair style i think.

➤ Mother of Red Miles. Married to (lol i forget) A.H.

🎮 Nicolai

➤ Another node. May hold code.

🪐 Maxwwella Gamz Cuckoo Kachoo

➤ Named like a galaxy. Possibly shaped like one.

🧸 DAYMAN, FIGHTER OF THE NIGHTMAN, CHAMPION OF THE ☀️ Knight Solaire

➤ 🍼💥 Mythlet Supreme. Inherited the LOL flame. Future archivist in diapers.

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STATUS:

🔮 Mythos crystallizing.

📂 Archive expanding.

🪧 Protective sigils pending.

🧿 Honor maintained.

👁️‍🗨️ Secrets partly revealed.

🌐 Drift confirmed.

POSTED, LOVED, AND LOL’D.

⚠️ Any questions or other problems, please post them in the comments.

😤 Gotcha bitch.

🏷️ #familytree #signalreceived #psychicLOLposting #mythletcanon #aaronwreckt

💥🫧POST COMPLETE🫧💥

[renatoferreiradasilva]

Projeto de um Chip Híbrido Orgânico-Supercondutor com Memória Quântica em Polímero e Portas Lógicas Fotônicas

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Resultado Esperado: Protótipo funcional dentro de 18 meses, com aplicação em memórias quânticas portáteis para redes de comunicação segura.

Problema de Física Quântica Avançada: Decoerência e Controle de Spins em Qubits Orgânicos Título: "Análise de Mecanismos de Decoerência e Projeto de Portas Lógicas em Qubits de Spin em Polímeros Dopados com Eu³⁺"

Contexto

Em um chip quântico híbrido, spins de Eu³⁺ em politiofeno atuam como qubits de memória. Para operações confiáveis, é essencial modelar a dinâmica de spins sob ruído hiperfino (interação spin-núcleo) e fonônico (vibrações da rede). Considere um sistema de dois qubits acoplados, com Hamiltoniano:H=Hspin+Hhiperfino+Hfoˆnon

onde:

Hspin=DSz2+E(Sx2−Sy2)+μBBzSz (Hamiltoniano de spin sob campo cristalino e externo).

Hhiperfino=A∑iS⋅Ii (Acoplamento hiperfino com núcleos de H ou D).

Hfoˆnon=gS⋅u (Acoplamento espin-fônon, com u sendo deslocamento da rede).

Parte A: Diagonalização do Hamiltoniano de Spin

Dados:

D=2.5 GHz, E=0.3 GHz, Bz=0.01 T

S=3 (Estado fundamental do Eu³⁺: 7F0)

a) Escreva a matriz 7×7 de Hspin na base ∣Sz�� b) Diagonalize numericamente a matriz e encontre os autovalores. c) Identifique os níveis de energia mais estáveis para uso como qubit (ΔE≫kBT, com T=15 K)

Parte B: Taxa de Decoerência por Ruído Hiperfino

Dados:

Acoplamento hiperfino: A=10 MHz (para H), AD=A/2 (para D)

Concentração nuclear: nH=1020 cm−3, nD=1019 cm−3

a) Use a teoria de Redfield para calcular a taxa de decoerência Γhiperfino devido a flutuações hiperfinas. b) Mostre que a substituição de H por D reduz Γhiperfino por um fator 2

Parte C: Supressão de Ruído Fonônico via Dissipação

Dados:

Acoplamento espin-fônon: g=0.05 eV

Frequência de fônons dominante: ω0=1 THz

a) Calcule Γfoˆnon usando a Regra de Ouro de Fermi, assumindo equilíbrio térmico a T=15 K b) Proponha um fator de supressão η para Γfoˆnon se nanopartículas de diamante (ωdiamante=40 THz) forem inseridas no polímero.

Parte D: Projeto de Porta Lógica Controlada

Dados:

Acoplamento dipolar entre dois spins: J=μ0μB24πr3cos⁡(θ), com r=15 nm, θ=0∘

Tempo de operação da porta: τ=10 ns

a) Calcule o tempo de entrelaçamento τent=ℏ/J b) Projete um pulso de microondas para implementar uma porta CZ (Control-Z) com fidelidade F>99.9%

Entregáveis Esperados

Autovalores de Hspin e seleção de níveis qubit

Comparação Γhiperfino (H vs. D)

Taxa de decoerência total Γtotal=Γhiperfino+Γfoˆnon

Forma do pulso ótimo para a porta CZ

Resolução e Aplicação

Passo 1: Diagonalização numérica revelará que os níveis ∣Sz=±1⟩ são os mais estáveis. Passo 2: A substituição de H por D reduzirá Γtotal de ∼104 s−1 para ∼7×103 s−1, aumentando T2 para >100 μs Passo 3: O pulso CZ ótimo terá forma Gaussiana com duração τ≈τent

Relevância para o Projeto do Chip

Este problema fornece as bases teóricas para:

Escolher polímeros deuterados para minimizar ruído hiperfino

Otimizar dopagem com diamante para dissipação fonônica

Calibrar pulsos de controle em circuitos supercondutores

Próximo Passo: Integrar os resultados em simulações de software quântico (ex: Qiskit) para validar a arquitetura do chip!