#cpy

[cufes2]

So part of my research is looking at trace element variations in chalcopyrite. Of the given ones on the right, there's a lot of variation in quantities of tin, silver, arsenic, gallium, and uh-

Zinc, as it so happens.

No idea what's happening at Walker Mine. I need to dig a little more into it today. We also have a few more Walker Mine mounts in the making to learn more.

[iamthepulta]

Because all of you are locked in here with me. You will now be learning about the historic trials and tribulations of Leaching Chalcopyrite.

This write-up will not be a pleasant endeavor, and it has many players; but you'll also see material scientists, metallurgists, geologists, and mining engineers in their respective, overlapping, hellish disciplines.

Much like watching ants in an enclosure. If ants in an enclosure were less entertaining and had pvp tendencies.

[cpyclopse]

Making me think about vol. 2

Why is redrawing Archie panels so fun???

[My Art]

Original panel

[bellamychevasym]

Oooooo Look, a Shiny! || Ying&Bella

@thefangshi

Where: Trade District Time: Midday Adjusted to Night with Approval Despite knowing that appearances were important, especially with his positions in the Shogun's family and the Emperor's court, the Necromancer known as Wei Ying hated having to bother with the trappings of his position.  The carriages were stuffy and slow, the official robes gis passenger made him wear were stiff and heavy and it had been at least a week since he'd had a decent bath, tea or meal.  in his opinion, the only good thing about this trip was that he got to see some of the countryside. ‘Come now, you know why we're doing this,’ came the sibilant whisper of his ever present mental passenger.  “No, I know what you told me and we both know you don't tell me everything.”  Ying glared at the smoky humanoid shape in the corner of the carriage that represented his death spirit.  No one else had ever seen or heard the spirit that he knew of in the 250 years since he had first come into contact with the cursed object that housed the death spirit.  ‘Don't be like that.  Have I ever steered you wrong before?’ Ying just glared at the spirit and huffed impatiently as the carriages came to a halt outside of the city of Destarin.  “My apologies Fangshi,” came the voice of one of the guards from outside the carriage.  “We need to clear the roads, it'll only be a few minutes.” Slumping against the carriage bench, the necromancer let out a very put upon sigh.  “But I'm boooooored and hungry,” he whined to himself.  ‘Then let's go exploring,’ came the whispered voice.  “I'm not supposed to leave the carriage.”  ‘It's not like you can die.’ That was all the more justification he needed before Ying was bouncing out of the carriage with a shrug and a jaunty whistle, following his nose through the market with nothing but a handful of Cheridian coins in his pouch.

Wolves at her heels the vampire wandered the road up through the center of the forest, petite thin shoes breaking twigs and crushing leaves. Were she to be hunted she'd have been an easy track for whoever followed, but not so easy a prey. Not with her wolves. Not with her fangs. Most left her alone on her trips into the woods, all but the creatures that hid within, the beasts she had befriended with a longing for her old life.

So perhaps it was not the market the man could smell on the edge of the town, the woods thick with the heat of the season, but rather the basket of food the vampire carried in her arms for the creatures. It was unlikely, unless he held exceptional senses, he could even smell the cooking of restaurants within the Cheridan district of Ashharren, or further within the trade district. So her basket of various foods wrapped in their own fabrics, was far more likely.

The vampire's steps did slow as she saw the hold up along the road, a carriage stuck behind a fallen tree. No doubt left there for this exact purpose, to stop wealthy approachers and rob them, but no one would risk robbing a royal carriage, it was far too much attention. Even approaching seemed dangerous and Bella cautioned herself slightly, eyes on the details that indicated it was from the region of the road it rested. Cheridan. Bella had never been but had come to know the designs and flourishes of the kingdom based on her time in Destarin, observing the guards who seemed to take in her wolves and her dark personage with caution, angling her steps away, deeper into the woods and off the path until...

A whistle, it drew the wolves attention immediately, Bella's gaze shifting half a second after to take in the man who seemed to bounce from the carriage, able to hear the jingling of wealth in his pocket. She hated that sound. Ears ringing as she heard it, fingers gripping the handle of her basket tightly and the haunches of her wolves reacting to her emotions by tensing slightly, not yet growling. She considered dipping deeper into the woods but with such casualty of the man she worried he would wander deeper and get himself killed, her wolves blamed by the guards the same way the wolves had been blamed before the war for the death of the princess.

"Sir," she called out instead, focusing her voice on remaining calm, stepping ahead of her beasts so they might not be so terrifying. "It's not safe to wander here," Bella informed him, the lace of her long dress sticking to broken twigs.

[multlfarlous]

. ———— ηιккι

me part way into trying to just do slide links for chars

brain ; so why did we not use carrd? or even toyhouse at this point?

asdfghj

[dykevirgo]

Here's an ocean pallet cleanser to get over today's sillies!

https://youtu.be/V-_O7nl0Ii0?si=hLnYGXAl2eZI6lnn

i fully thought this was going to be a rickroll so thank you cpy 💖

[cpyclopse]

I got you<333

I think Gannondorf has a type...

I desperately need someone to draw Yuga and Ghirahim in Jessica Rabbit's dress together. Please. I'm on my knees begging for someone to do this.

[shadsasaur]

i dont think ive mentioned it here. since october ive been dealing with my neighbours. both disgusting [think 6 month 20 foot wide rat infested trash pile outside the house] and absolutely wretched, ignoring their children and letting them run wild. and cat negligence as well, but thats a whole other story and ive stolen some of their cats and rehomed them [legally]

they use nextdoor as a base of operations and harass everyone around. kicked in my and someone elses doors. tampered with someones car. covered someones house in BBQ. punched other windows and doors. egged a house.

cops wont do anything since theyre under 12. we're all at our wits end. city, CPYS, social workers, town councillors, all reported to. my husband finally gave in and fixed our door saturday

AND TODAY. another one kicked it in. another cop call. another Talk. [SCREAM]

this time there was an additional kid with ringleader kid, and the +one put his foot thru the door. and it turns out. Awful Neighbour decided to involve other people and called Visibly A Karen to tell her about her kid. and she marched her kid down to my door to apologize.

Friends. I cannot fucking express the emotion you get when you get to drop months worth of dox to prove A Karen's preteen kid has been hanging with a Bad Crowd with no supervision and repeated cop calls. she looked AGHAST and turned on the kid going IS THIS WHAT YOUVE BEEN UP TO??? She was SO MAD. her kid is banned from having These Friends an no longer allowed anywhere around here. I have her number to report him for any additional Crimes. all he could do was stare at his feet while his mom got more upset at the things i told her.

-1 problem child, eat my shit and hair kylan, grounded for life be upon ye

[mesetacadre]

The Yugoslav volunteers in the International Brigades

Translated from this article, my own comments in [italicized brackets]

The total number of Yugoslavs in Spain differs according to researchers. The French historian, Hervé Lemesle, states that the total exceeds 1900, with the main contingent being Croatian, followed by Slovenes and Serbs. A majority were workers from many sectors and peasants. There were also doctors, engineers, teachers, journalists, and students. Most traveled from Yugoslavia, although there were groups of exileds or migrants from many European countries, as well as the US, Canada or Argentina.

The number of deaths (including MIA) in Spain is close to 800, a very high percentage (40%), although other studies estimate 32%. At any rate, it’s higher than the average losses for the International Brigades (27%). The most notorious victim was Blagoje Parović [Šmit, nom de guerre], part of the Communist Party of Yugoslavia’s Central Committee and political commissar of the XIII International Brigade, who died the first day in the Battle of Brunete. His remains were buried in the Fuencarral cemetery.

There were 16 Yugoslav women in the Health Services. The oldest was 43, while the youngest were only 22 years old. Most of the female volunteers arrived in Spain in 1937, from the Kingdom of Yugoslavia or countries such as Algeria, Belgium, Czechoslovakia, France, and Uruguay. Some of those women had been active agents of the worker movement or even members of the CPY before leaving for Spain. Those who lacked medical training attended a preparation course beforehand. They worked in the hospitals of Murcia, Albacete, Benicasim, Denia, Madrigeras, Vic, and other cities. Avgust Lesnik writes: “There were 16 women: doctors Adela Bohunicki, Nada Dimitrijević-Nešković, and Dobrila Mezić-Šiljak, [as well as the nurses] Ana-Marija Basch (Baš), Olga Dragić-Belović (Milić Milica), Elizabeta-Liza Gavrić, Marija-Peči Glavaš, Marija Habulin, Lea Kraus, Tereza Kučera, Lujza Pihler (Demić Borka), Ottilia Reschitz-Zanoni, Ana Seles-Brozović, Kornelija Sende-Popović, Eugenia Simonetti, and Marija Šneeman”.

Borka Demic (right) in the Pasionaria Hospital of Murcia (colored by Tina Paterson)

If I were to be born again, I’d continue fighting for the ideals of my youth. Then, nothing was difficult and I don’t regret anything (Borka Demic)

The Yugoslav volunteers in the various units and arms

After the formation of the International Brigades, the Yugoslav volunteers were distributed throughout different units. For instance, the Edgar André battalion had 36, the Thälmann had 93, Garibaldi had 40, and Chapaiev had 78. The main body of Yugoslavs, however, were first integrated into the Balkan company of the Dombrowski battalion (120), and immediately after, into the Dimitrov battalion. By early 1938 a good portion of the Yugoslavs were integrated into two of the 129th Brigade’s battalions: Dimitrov (191) and Djaković (150). They were also a part of the 45th International Division (108)

There was Yugoslav presence in various arms and services: 4 in aviation; 12 in transport units, 1 in the navy, 33 in the International Brigades’ health service, and 26 in the guerrilla groups (one of the most experienced of which was Ljubomir Ilič). More important than this was their presence (131 members) in the artillery arm, of which there were 21 in the heavy artillery Slav Group, 22 in the 2nd heavy artillery Škoda Group’s Liebknecht Battery, 18 in the 3rd heavy artillery Group, 38 in the 4th anti-tank Group’s Stjepan Radić battery, 6 in the 35 Division’s Ana Pauker artillery Group, 5 in the 45 Division’s Rosa Luxembourg artillery Group, and 21 in the Gottwald battery. Furthermore, 65 Yugoslavs fought in the Spanish units of the Republican Army. (Avgust Lesnik)

They fought in almost every front in Spain, from the defense of Madrid to the very last battles of the retreat into France (Januray-February 1939) being an example of fearlessness and courage, because of which a good part of them received war medals from the Spanish Republican Government.

The Dimitrov battalion until December 1937

As has been explained in another article, the Dimitrov battalion was formed in January 1937 in the instructional base in Mahora. They entered battle the 12th of February in the Jarama battle, which finished the 27th of that same month. Then, until mid June, it stayed covering that from with the other battalions of the XV International Brigade.

After a two week rest in Ambite (Tajuña valley), the XV Brigade travelled to Madrid’s north to take part of the first great republican offensive in Brunete. Combat started during the night of the 5 to the 6th of July. The XV International Brigade was a part of, along the XIII and 16 BM, the XV Division under general Gal’s command [János Gálicz, a Soviet-Hungarian officer who also led the Lincoln Battalion]. The mission was to take the heights of Romanillos (XIII IB) and Mosquito (XV IB). It wasn’t possible because operations were slow and the brigades could not take the important francoist positions. The Dimitrov went as far as taking the Miraval Olive Grove, but in the 18th of July, when the first francoist counter-offensive commences, they lost it. Since that point, the republican positions began to retreat until the 22nd, when they were forced to cross back through the Guadarrama river. The XV IB was relieved the 26th of July and went back to where they began the offensive.

In late July, the Dimitrov returned to Ambite (Tajuña valley) and was able to reorganize: the battalion, that had arrived with 143 combatants, reached 563. In this way, in the 24th of August, it threw itself with renewed force against the Aragonian village of Quinto, which fell 26th. During the taking of the village and the Purburell hill, which defended them to the east, the Dimitrov battalion’s courage stood out. The same was true in the fierce week-long combat to subdue Belchite.

After this battle, the Dimitrov was detached from the XV Brigade and, during the few following months, was a part of, along with the Djuro Djakovic battalion, the 45th International Division’s Reserve Group. It was a period that they dedicated to military education and to the surveillance of the Huesca Front from the second line. In January 1938 they received the order to transfer to the Southern Front. Close to Almadén, in Chillón, the last International Brigade was formed, the 129th; composed of these two battalions plus the newly created Masaryk battalion.

The Djuro Djakovic Battalion

Composed primarily of Yugoslav volunteers, plus a few Czechoslovaks and Bulgarians, adopted their name in memory of that Croat revolutionary and member of the CPY, tortured and executed in 1929 by order of the king and dictator Alexander the First.

It was formed in April 1937 from the Balkan Company of the Dombrowski battalion. This Company had participated, with the Dombrowski, in the Defense of Madrid and in the battles of Boadilla, Jarama, and Guadalajara. Its excellent conduct pushed general Lukács [Béla Frankl, or Máté Zalka, nom de guerre Pál Lukács, a Hungarian veteran of the Russian Civil War, where he fought alongside the Bolsheviks, he died 2 months later in Huesca], leader of the XII IB, to convert the Company into the core from which the new Djure Djakovic battalion would arise. Its first combat happened in April 1937 in Santa Quiteria, in the Aragon Front, along the Rakosi battalion and the Karl Marx Division.

It returned to Carabaña (Madrid) to reorganize under the command of Bulgarian captain Jristov, and marched to Roquetes in June (close to Tortosa) to join the 150th IB (Dombrowski Brigade), formed in May from the Dombrowski, Rakosi, and André Marty battalions. This brigade plus the XII IB formed the 45th division, under the command of General Kléber [Manfred Stern, nom de guerre Emilio Kléber, a Ukranian Jew member of Soviet military intelligence], was sent to Madrid in early July to take part in the Brunete offensive as a reserve unit to the XVIII Army Corps.

The Djakovic battalion did not have any special role in Brunete, but it did in the following offensive towards Zaragoza (24th of August - 7th of September), as was expressed in Wladimir Stopczyk’s final report as Commissar of the XIII IB: “It has been told to me how, when they had been encircled and cut off there was no panic whatsoever, nor any case of disobeying an order. They conducted themselves with an equal parts spirit of sacrifice and discipline, as they continue to do so, as well as the soldiers of our Brigade’s other battalions. I have to specially remark the Djakovic battalion’s attitude who, despite the heavy losses suffered in the last scuttles, with intense fire from fascist artillery and aviation, maintained a dignified and heroic attitude”.

Both in this instance as in the October attack against Fuentes de Ebro, this battalion suffered many losses. Afterwards, the Dimitrov and Djakovic battalions were designated as the 45th Division’s Reserve Group. This division, from October 1937 to January 1938, remained in the Litera region as reinforcement of the first line at the Huesca front.

The 129th International Brigade

In February 1938, these two battalions, with the predominantly Czechoslovak Masaryk battalion, formed the 129th IB, in Chillón, close to Almadén. It was led by the Polish Wacław Komar [born Mendel Kossoj, known in Spain as Wacek Komar, a Jewish survivor of the Holocaust and member of the Polish Communist Party until his retirement in 1967]. In addition to these battalions, the 129th IB had at its disposal an anti-tank battery made up of Yugoslavs, a mortar company and a cavalry squadron. In late March 1938. the 129th IB was transferred to the area around Morella, where it suffered heavy losses. The fascist troops led by general Aranda and the Italian Divisions advanced with numerous human and material resources, and the three battalions suffered severe losses. To this, the errors of the Republican command must be added, despite which the volunteers fought with high valor. Finally, in the 4th of April, the 129th evacuated the fort of Morella and retreated to rebuild its forces in Benassal, northeast of Castellón.

Yugoslav volunteers of the Djakovic battalion during the strategic retreat in Teruel

Once rebuilt and rearmed (the brigade once surpassed 2000 members), it initiated a series of defensive combats in the 17th of April in the province of Teruel in the context of the battle of the Levant. The scarcely-known feat began in Ejulve, in the province of Teruel’s north. For three months, these volunteers had the leading role in a strategic retreat of 225km [139.8 miles], through the mountains of Teruel, which brought them up to the Javalambre front, passing through Mora de Rubielos. In this last front, the 129th IB kept the defense and carried out a few attacks, highlighting the 18th of September attack to take the road from Teruel to Sagunto, the last swan song of a brigade that covered itself in glory during its short 7 month lifespan.

The Yugoslav volunteers at the end of the war in Spain

The international volunteers were disbanded in the 24th of September. In the center-south area it was done 2 weeks after, in early October. Those who remained in the Catalan region were concentrated in Campdevanol, north of Ripoll. A good part of the Yugoslavs, presents in the 129th IB and the artillery units, were concentrated in the Admiral’s headquarters in Valencia. In December, they were transported to Almusafes until they were able to travel to Barcelona by boat the 20th of January.

Days later, before Barcelona’s fall and the coming republican collapse, most of the Yugoslavs offered themselves as volunteers to help in the task of preventing the fascist advance, which they did from the 26th of January until February 6th. This is how Svetsilav Dorevic told it: “The end of our fight has come, the internationals’ last compromise was to help the Spanish fellows to contain the enemy at least a little bit, so the evacuation that had to be done could be done without panic and in order, so it did not fall prey to the enemy, as well as to prevent the capture of people at risk of death”.

After, came the concentration camps in Argeles sur Mer, Saint Cyprien, Collioure, Gurs, and others. Many managed to escape, others were transferred to the French work camps, others to the French resistance, as well as the resistance in other European countries. The metallurgical worker Koturović (“Cot”), of Belgrade, was a legendary hero of the French Resistance Movement, in which Ljubomir Ilič, Vlajko Begović, and Lazar Latinović also played a marked role.

Almost 350 were able to return to Yugoslavia, of which 250 joined the partisan fight beared by Tito [Another international volunteer] and the CPY. Around 150 perished in the national liberation war from 1942 to 1945. Many of those organized insurrections, led guerrilla detachments, or were unit chiefs. Because of their merits in the fight against the fascist invaders, the Popular Hero of Yugoslavia medal was awarded to more than 50 ex-combatants of the International Brigades, amongst which were Franc Rozman, Koča Popović, Kosta Nadj, Vladimir Popović, Peko Dapčević, Iván Rukavina, Danilo Lekić, Dušan Kveder, Veljko Kovačević, Srećko Manola, Vlado Cetković, Vojo Todorović, Otmar Kreačić, and Vicko Antić. All the rest were awarded with high medals.

[iamthepulta]

. incoherent project rambling under the cut not important

Okay, so what we're going to do is pretend everything is fine and I know enough material science to pull this research off.

Fundamentally, after the Epiphany I had last night, we're throwing out leaching. Leaching can be problem #3. Nobody has compared the two because the fucking equipment is so dissimilar it's a sample problem not a fucking research problem. I don't have the manpower to tackle it this summer and likely will not until next spring.

Chalcopyrite is a semiconductor. Fundamentally, mineralogically and structurally speaking, it is a semiconductor. For pure chalcopyrite, we get pretty accurate numbers on the nano scale of .55 eV and specific structural alignments.

However, when we treat chalcopyrite like a material, it's 1) very finnicky to make due to the sulfide system being notoriously reactive and stupid. 2) Material scientists do research by only adding one element at a time. (Usually to see how the material would perform in a solar panel situation.) 3) Comparisons to material science are unanalogous because natural systems throw a gross variety of ion substitutions into the structure.

Theoretically, we could calculate via how much of each ion, what it all evens out to be? There might or might not be math to do that. Material scientists are cracked.

Or we could just test a bunch of natural chalcopyrite while identifying the wt% of trace elements and see how that compares to resistivity/mobility ratios.

Additionally, I think grain size has a lot to do with the numbers we're seeing- moreso than the numbers themselves. A swath of chalcopyrite >1cm^2 will leach because it has adequate conductivity between grains, but disseminated chalcopyrite grains will not. This would explain the variability of Ferric/Ferrous ratios that give "adequate" leaching results.

While this comparison of chalcopyrite trace element resistivity/mobility values is important in its own right, given the lack of attention in the literature; scaling lab results onto a minesite show attention should be given to grain size and ore distribution within the rock itself if we hope to leach copper economically.

[cpyclopse]

I come when im needed<333

My girlfriend sent me this. Not to suggest getting one and putting in a picture of her, as one would think.

for ghirahim

[mattg1irl13]

~BROKEN MUG~

-angst, with happy ending/fluff

warnings-fighting, abuse mentioned, a wound mentioned, mean Matt and panic attack.

⚠️if you are sensitive to these kinds of things and might get triggered don’t read it , you’re not being forced to.<3

~short and sweet due to it being my first fan fiction that I have ever written so please feel free to write some criticism in the comment if you didn’t like it or it was confusing~

~ I do not condone plagiarism so DO NOT CPY my work or use it to “inspire” you🙄<3

-Y/n walked into matt and her shared room. He was lying on the bed on top of the covers scrolling through TikTok. She hadn’t seen him all day due to him having to film the Friday video last minute and him having meetings about the merch drop and when the next tour was.

“Hi” y/n said enthusiastically,”hey” Matt said in a low and annoyed tone.”Are you okay?” “Ugh can you leave me alone, can’t you tell that I’ve had a long day and clearly don’t want to talk?” “Oh ok…well I’m going to go make you some tea to help relax you ok?” “What ever”, Matt sarcastically retorted.

Matt always got annoyed and grumpy after a long day ,but today was different—he seemed almost mad at y/n.

Y/n returned with the tea in Matt’s favorite mug—the mug Mary Lou gave him on their last trip to Boston. She thought that it might help calm him even more.

“Matt”, y/n called.-no answer.”Maaaatt”,she said in a joking tone.”WHAT!”, he yelled, surprising the poor girl making her drop the mug. She felt her stomach drop and her breath hitch, when she heard the mug fall to the ground and break into shards of glass. She had broken his mug, not just “HIS“ mug, his favorite mug.

“Omg I’m so sorry!”, “you..you scared me I didn’t mean to drop it, I’m so so so sorry” “Now look what you’ve done, you couldn’t just annoy me, you also had to break my favorite mug!” “I didn’t mean to I swear” “You always have to break things, why can’t you just shut up—or are you to useless to even do that”

“Wh-at”,y/n cried out. “Just clean this shit up you fucking idiot instead of just standing there.” “O-k”, y/n replied in a soft almost inaudible tone as a tear ran down her cheek onto her sleeping shirt.

She started picking up pieces of glass by hand in a fast manner. She picked each piece up carefully one-by-one, until Matt screamed at her to hurry up, she flinched causing her to cut the palm of her hand.

The pain mixed with Matt screaming at her to hurry, brought back painful memories of her last relationship, her…abusive one. She was hyperventilating, getting flash backs of arguments between her and her ex-boyfriend.

When Matt noticed that she wasn’t responding and heard her breath rapidly increasing. He turned to look at her—only then had he realized that she cut her hand and was having a panic attack.

“Baby..are..are you ok?”-no answer, “y/n”-no answer once again.

Tears streamed down y/n’s face.

The guilt in his stomach twisting as he looked at his girlfriend, his amazing and kind girlfriend, who didn’t deserve to be treated badly. This was his fault, he thought, he was the one who took out his own frustrations on you and hurting you in the process. He is the reason this is all happening.

He crouched Infront of you, reaching out to rub your back in hopes of calming you down and forgetting that this ever happened. “Y/n baby look at me”, he brought his hand to brush your cheek when you…flinched.All of a sudden you started crying and hyperventilating even more. You started crawling backwards-flash backs racing through your mind—you looked up at Matt’s face to see it morph into your abuser, the same look of anger etched into it.

“You’re safe, I’m right here..ok, he can’t hurt you” “But…but YOU hurt me”, y/n whispered through fast breaths. “YOU” echoed through Matt’s mind. “No, no baby you know I would never hurt you, this was just an accident, I’m sorry.” “You did hurt me Matt!” “You hurt my feelings when you called me useless and dumb!” “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-“but you did Matthew, y/n replied cutting Matt off.

“Today was stressful and overwhelming and I took my frustrations out on you, I promise it’ll never happen again,” Matt replied rubbing y/n’s cheek that had turned red from fighting.

“I’m so so sorry, this is all my fault.”

Y/n’s breathing started to become slower and return to its normal pace.

“It’s ok”-‘’not it’s not!’’ Matt retorted cutting her off. “I hurt you, there is no excuse for that!”

Y/n wrapped her arms around Matt. “It’s ok baby I understand..ok”, y/n said“I promise I’ll make it up to you for the rest of my life”, Matt replied.

Matt got disinfectant, a plaster and a bandage from from the bathroom. He applied the disinfectant first warning her that it might sting a bit and then he put a plaster on the cut and bandage over it.

He tucked y/n into bed and kissed her goodnight , he wrapped his arm around her , to make sure she was as close as possible. Y/n giggled telling him that he’s squeezing her too tight. He replied by kissing her on the forehead and telling that he loved her. “I love you more” y/n replied back.-

~THE END~ please don’t let this fan fic be confusing😭 ily you guys I hope you had fun reading it!!<3

with love and lots of care!!!

[cpyclopse]

Ruby Rose and her 2 combat skirt wearing girlfriends

[My Art]

[claudehenrion]

Et vous, pendant tout ce temps-là... ?

C'est le 4 mai dernier que j ai commencé à ne plus apparaître avec une régularité horlogère sur vos écrans. Quelques micromètres de nerf (?) s'opposaient à tout mouvement de ma cuisse droite, comme paralysée... à laquelle je n'avais jamais pensé sous cet angle-là. Premier séjour à Ambroise Paré et début d'une insupportable visite prolongée à travers les Enfers, c'est-à-dire l'APSP, notre nouvel asile d'aliénés. Tiens ! Je vous offre une visite...

(NB : Pour la première fois depuis les 14 ans qu'existe ce Blog, je vais écrire des noms en clair, me réservant des droits de poursuite contre chacun des acteurs de ce qui m'a vu passer l'arme à gauche à au moins 6 occasions --preuves disponibles, mais raisons insuffisantes-- et à n'être encore parmi vous que contre leur nullité).

Pour ''vous la faire courte'', je me suis retrouvé hospitalisé à ma demande aux urgences d'un hôpital parisien où une bornée de service m'expliquait que la lettre du médecin provincial qui demandait mon admission datait de la veille au soir, et que ''vous n'êtes plus une urgence''. Par chance, un ''cadre'' passe, voit mon état et ma détresse et me met à l'abri de cette tigresse. Je passe 48 h aux urgences, avec admiration pour les intervenants... puis on m'envoie au ''5 ème étage'', le service pneumologie, Dr Costantini... où l'admiration en prend un grand coup derrière les oreilles. Le volume et la structure de mon fournisseur de Blog ne me laissant pas assez de place, c'est peu à peu que je vous distillerai --preuves à l'appui-- quelques uns des hallucinants dysfonctionnements de ce réservoir digne d'un récit de ''serial killer'' ou de l'Afrique que prépare la suite des ''évolutions'' en cours, sans l'amitié si profitable de l'ex-puissance protectrice...

Pour que vous compreniez --à la fois-- ma colère et mon amertume, un récit des 48 heures terminales suffira : ''le bouquet final'', en quelque sorte. Imaginez un diagnostic qui préconise la modification électrique obligatoire de tout votre rythme cardiaque, pour que vos oreillettes ne piquent pas un sprint au moment pile où vos ventricules se bronzent au bon soleil ? Ils appellent ça ''cardioversion''... On réserve lundi à 7h30 ? OK. ! Vers les 10 heures... 'Ah ! Non, c'était pour ''de rire'' : c'est repoussé'' (''ces Messieurs ne sont pas d'accord sur le voltage'' --sic !''. NB : Jean penche pour 618 volts 42, mais Michel préférerait 72000 volts 05 d'un coup !) et repoussé encore, et finalement remplacé, sans que je sois ''au courant'', par... l'intervention d'un Kiné (je le jure !) Vous avez bien lu : à ma droite, la production horaire du palier CPY (4 à Tricastin, 6 à Gravelines, 4 à Dampierre et 4 à Blayais) ... et à ma gauche, Tony, kiné. La compète peut commencer !

Pour se faire pardonner, ils ont aussitôt eu l'idée de doubler (en gros) la dose qu'ils m'offrent de ''Bêta-bloquants''... la rendant ainsi tout-à-fait mortelle. C'est simple : je ne ne dois d'être en vie qu'à une ''Appli'' qui a mobilisé mes 4 enfants à 03h du matin : je tenais à leur dire A-Dieu... Etant à Paris, ils se sont rués au lieu de chialer, et ma fille Alexandra, toujours largement en avance sur les blocages ''hors sol'' (ou prébendés) des officiels médicaux et sur les idées fixement périmées des instances certifiées mais dépassées, avait en tête le nom d'un antidote ! Jolie perf', non ?

Mais ne vous relaxez pas trop vite : nous sommes loin du compte, encore... et pourtant ceci se passait il y a 2 jours, en plein Neuilly s/ Seine. Un peu plus tard, le même jour, entre dans ma belle chambre seul (135 €/ la nuit, quand-même ) un des grands chefs de l'hôpital --un de ceux que j'ai surnommés ''bac + 18', et qu'on reconnaît à une excroissance anormale autour du cou : un Stéthoscope avachi dont ils font semblant d'utiliser les capacités dépassées pour se distinguer de la valetaille que j'ai, à 2 reprises en ce lieu, découverte tellement ''anti-blancs'' que ça devrait en faire peur (il m'est de plus en plus utile de bien parler l'arabe !).

Ce que ce grand Sachem-sans-plumes et son audio-gri-gri convenu avaient à me dire était très simple : ''On est bien embêté... On a égaré votre dossier''. Avouez que j'ai pas de chance ! ''Tout'' perdre en 2025, au milieu de la vague immense des ''Big Data'', lorsque les impôts, la Sec.Soc, ou de soi-disant ''excès de vitesse'', la police de la pensée, les anti-fa et les insoumis en folie (c'est les mêmes, ces trois-là !) savent vous retrouver en millièmes de secondes où que vous vous cachiez... ''faut'l'faire'' !

Et, comme pour aggraver mon cas, j'ai méchamment contraint ce pauvre homme à avaler son sthétoscope-prétexte" : Oui, ils avaient tout égaré, ''les fioles, les plaquettes et les documents''... même si, au fond des choses, il ne s'agissait que de quelques prélèvements de moelle osseuse, réalisés sur moi (de manière un peu stérile tout de même --enfin... il faut espérer !). J'insiste lourdement, car ceci s'est passé en 2025 à Neuilly s/ Seine. Pas à Ouagadougou avant la colonisation (... ou depuis !) ! Et qui sait... vous vous égarerez peut-être un jour dans un de leurs collimateurs-perdeurs !

Résultat à cet instant ''T''des ces courses infernales (NDLR - Car ne l'oublions pas, il existe un passif terrifiant, parsemé de blessures graves et de menaces physiques et publiques : n'est pas le papa d'Alexandra Henrion-Caude qui veut --même si, je dois le dire la récolte montre où est l'âme de la France : 95% de ''votre fille a eu raison sur tout, depuis le début, contre tous et elle est la seule...'' Quel courage, quelle force !...et 5 petits pour cent de ''C'est une Complotiste !'' (sans explication ni support scientifique, évidemment : ils n'en ont pas trouvé, et pour cause !),mais avec une haine souvent pathologique : elle se reconnaît catho et a été classée ''de droite'' par les cuistres, encartés ou pas. Pour une fois qu'ils pouvaient en avoir 2 pour le prix d'un... Je raconterai tout, promis-juré. Tant pis pour eux.

Un médecin ex-militaire à l'ancienne, reconverti (un médecin, quoi ! Pas un brouteur con-pulsif d'écrans où personne ne sait ce que représentent les petits dessins, même pas celui qui les fait bouger sans savoir pourquoi...) a découvert au fond de moi un très vieux cancer (une leucémie lymphoïde chronique) que j'avais oublié de soigner depuis... 72 ans (Hôp St Louis. Pr Fermend), et qui se réveille lentement de sa léthargie. Promu ''Leucome'' entre temps, il exige de recevoir quelque considération, ce que sa parfaite discrétion et sa bonne éducation pendant tant d'années méritent sans doute.

Pronostic : oubliés à leur tour, tous les troubles multiples qui ont fait se tire-bouchonner Esculape et Hippocrate en leur faisant confondre le ''R-20 Fra-li-monti'' et mon anatomie... Finis, les changement d'heure circadiens à 58 000 volts et les iso-diagnostics définitifs aussitôt contredits par les faits... ''C'est le foie, vous dis-je ! Que nenni : le cœur, son axe, et la vitesse de pointe et son oreillette gauche... etc...). Depuis hier (''dossier'' retrouvé ou reconstitué ab absurdo), on est entré dans du concret : j'ai un nom, un parcours, un chemin, des horaires, des trucs douloureux à supporter... et c'est rassurant ! Je sais que tout ce bel édifice peut s'écrouler à chaque seconde... mais c'est bon d'en profiter.

Plus doux, encore : je fais des plans pour l'été, pour l'île Maurice, pour mon cher Mougins... et j'envisage même de reprendre, en tout ou partie, notre dialogue, à travers ce blog. Vous verrez se multiplier les tentatives : ce sera autant de pas vers un retour progressif à la normale... sans date prévisible pour le moment... mais ce soir est comme une ''grande première'' ! Merci, mon Dieu...

H-Cl.

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(first part is a cpy paste from the other post) Basically I'm messing with antagonist Donald design, I mostly think his ep would be something like "bad luck break out" where he distributes all his bad luck from over the years at strange Hill high as type of revenge or just mental breakdown powered by anger , like a manic moment. He would cause bad omens, like break mirrors , his day would start off stress full and get worse, people dropping things on him, running into him, etc and he would eventually just snap, (reminder this is just a concept idea) i also think that something evil that Mr balding was keeping locked away or hidden got out, and helped power the causing of his antagonist form? I also think he would mainly target Matthews too, out of envy and jealousy.

(feel EXTREMELY free to give suggestions)

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