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Playing With Water in 2D Containers

Once again Steve Mould is putting his prototyping skills to use to work out what goes on inside tricky containers. Here he looks at a "magic" wizard's cup where -- like the assassin's teapot -- cleverly placed holes in the side of the cup can block or allow air's escape. In the wizard's cup this lets the wizard refill the cup at will. (Video credit: S. Mould) Read the full article

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if I recall correctly you were saying the other day how you get pulled or feel attracted to people who don't want you back or don't treat you as good. And see in this case, you have a guy that as of now it is treating you good, that seems to actually want something serious potentially stable and you're like well but he is not as hot, he's too touchy and actually FG is the one that gets my sense of humour and with him there's like the rollercoaster and the intensity and all that stuff. Now I can understand how you relate to Taylor. Just look at her music and how she constantly seeks the fights, the instability, the ups and downs, the take my breath away guys...and when she does get something with less of that, she thinks something is wrong or gets bored and tries to find someone else

this *is* why I relate to Taylor lol like her and I are not the same person at all and we’ve had very disparate experiences in life overall but like also because she’s roughly broadly speaking my age like we’ve lived through a lot of shit at around about the same time. Hers often happens just before mine so when mine happens I “have” the music and joke joke joke TTPD worked out like that I guess?

I mean the typewriter is very specific and happened to me another time when we were younger but we weren’t tortured poets like I just had to hang onto all this dude’s shit because he got kicked out his house because he fucked me and stuff. Annoying. Irritating. Not poetic at all. But the rest of it when the album came out lol I was like “well that hasn’t happened to me” but here I am like… COSOSOM is us. BDILH is us (prob the only person I don’t do that to is my actual daddy but my mommy and you guys and all my friends). WAOLOM has been my theme song in this era of my life actually and when I’ve done the shrooms solo I listen to that a lot actually. The Black Dog like… how did he remember to turn all that shit off lol???? And as he said like he can imagine me with someone much younger than him lol. But why’d he do that on that same night?? iamgonnagetyouback is both of us rn with the little side quests we’re going on like we aren’t dramatic as I said so no smashing of bikes would ever happen but whether I’m gonna do/say some horrible thing or whether I’ll be his wife I haven’t decided yet??

IHIH and SLL are songs that make me think of my ex best of luck to her may she enjoy London with my other ex and my one close friend and that guy who cheated on the bachelorette chick with me like may all of them have a great time in London idk fucking I hate it here lol. The Bolter obviously makes sense. The Albatross I feel the same way as peace about where for her it’s her fame and for me it’s my crazy. IDK GUYS. I always find more songs to relate to with her and that’s why… that’s why… she’s my favorite artist? And why I’m so obsessed with her? And I just can’t imagine like not giving a fuck about the music and claiming to be a Taylor fan. I totally get relating to it in weird ways - some of the songs I don’t relate to that literally - but you HAVE to relate or idk what you’re doing with your time?

but back to ME yes this FG and Sam thing is a perfect example of me wanting the fucked up thing over the good thing. Sam’s treating me SUPER nicely, is a nice and sweet person, is clearly invested (or he wouldn’t have told his mom?? Or bailed on her for me???) and I’m like “eh maybe I should ditch this and work on going back to the divorced dude who’s almost 50 where we emotionally and sometimes verbally abuse each other and who glugs drugs he chases with alcohol like they’re all going out of style lol but I suppose we’ll never go out of style like maybe that’s where it’s at because like he makes me laugh”.

it’s like that line from friends yk like if he’s funny LAUGH don’t get pregnant 😂💀

The other joke is also yes that clearly appeals to me but my ex and I were very stable for the most part as were my first boyfriend and I. I can be stable with stable people. I’m drawn to the roller coaster and the ride and the “fuck it idk what this is” but I do stay with people who ground me and I think Sam could be that. I really think he might be. But ya I mean also he’s not that hot lol and he’s super affectionate urgh and he seems emotionally stable and calm and doesn’t really do crazy shit as far as I can tell (I mean, he’s collected some crazy stories over the years or I wouldn’t like him at all this way but it’s like “this weird thing happened” not ~ gestures vaguely ~ my life which is a very large collection of very weird things) so is he really gonna steal the air out of my lungs ykwim? Am I gonna be like fucking dropping 3 dress sizes because of him and he’ll have to see my bones out with someone new? Am I gonna be weeping in a bathroom over this guy? Realistically no. I just cannot see that happening.

And like I think I should stay single but also maybe I just should see where this goes because the worst that can happen is either he comes up with a secret personality that’s more hurtful to me and therefore interesting lol and then we don’t have a problem I guess because I can get obsessed with THAT or I hurt him really badly which would be very terrible of me and I’m gonna try not to do that but also…. You’ve got to be a bit clever right if you act like you’re clever so like you’ve got to know the bisexual chick that’s clinically batshit with the complex boyfriend situation and no permanent address (also like this is why Susan is so wild because I legit don’t have a proper house how do I have her parcel lol??) is maybe gonna hurt you. Like he’s got to know that’s a possibility. I think he does and that’s also why he’s being so delicate with the sex stuff.

which… I… I mean I can’t stop seeing someone because they’re too emotionally stable and sane.

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Fear and Loathing (11)

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Fandom: seaQuest DSV/2032

Summary: (Part 2 of The Right Thing - this will be a chaptered fic) Captain Hudson knows that you and Lucas are more than just friends, and after changing your shift rotations to make sure you’re not on duty together, you take things into your own hands and request a transfer from seaQuest. Before your transfer can be processed, officers and crew begin showing signs of extreme anxiety, anger and paranoia. Some are worse affected than others, you being one of them. Can you fight for not only your relationship with Lucas but your state of mind?

Pairings: Ensign Lucas Wolenczak x FemLieutenant!Reader, Commander Jonathan Ford x Lieutenant Lonnie Henderson (only slight)

Warnings: Language, violence, insecurity, angst, paranoia, anxiety, mental instability, very mild sexual references/smut mention, age difference/gap.

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Captain Hudson requested a meeting with you only two days after your discussion with Commander Ford. Hudson had called you, his voice full of question and accusation, which put you on edge. But you, of course, agreed to meet with him to discuss your extended leave request which Commander Ford must have filed quickly whilst on his leave. The fact that they were still working whilst on shore leave surprised you. But that was what they got paid the bug bucks for, after all.

The meeting took place in a small, discreet restaurant that had very few occupants, as you had met early, just upon opening time. The two of you requested a back table so you could discuss official business without being overheard.

You nervously glugged from a pint glass of Coke as Captain Hudson began to speak to you, his eyes dark. In all the time that you had known him, Hudson had always proved to be a man who you were unable to second guess. His stern, stubborn, and sometimes quite overbearing attitude, made him such a difficult man to read. Captain Bridger was a more open personality, with a friendlier approach. And so you had found him easier to interact with. Hudson still made you nervous, but that did not mean you respected him any the less. In fact, Hudson had always seemed to defend you and show appreciation towards you.

“I received your request from Commander Ford for extended leave, and I need to discuss the reasons why. I hate the idea of losing you for such a period, and if you need help, then I’m willing to look into it. We can arrange therapy if you feel that’s what you need.” Hudson cupped his hands together and sighed loudly, then looked you directly in the eye. “I have a feeling you’re thinking of leaving. And before you say anything, can I be frank?”

“Of course, Sir,” you replied.

“You’re one of the best officers I’ve ever had the fortune and pleasure of working with, and losing you is the last thing I want to see.” As Hudson spoke, you could see the sadness in his face. “I read your psych evaluation that was put together by Doctor Smith two years ago, and I know you’ve struggled since you came aboard, but you’ve been a true soldier and braved it. I cannot commend you enough.”

“Thank you, Captain. And, yes, I will admit that leaving was something that had crossed my mind. I think I’ve lost myself somewhere along the way in this whole mess, and I just don’t know what to do anymore. If I take time away then that means from Lucas, too. I can’t let him influence my decision.”

Hudson smirked a little. “Mr. Wolenczak does tend to have that power of persuasion merely by looking at you with those puppy eyes of his. But I think he’s grown up enough now to realise that you aren’t sewn together.”

***

Captain Hudson agreed your leave, albeit grudgingly. Six weeks was agreed so you could go home to your family and consider your future. Lucas’ reaction was exactly what you had imagined: disbelief, sadness and the cold shoulder for the first couple of hours.

“I don’t want to be without you for six weeks!” Lucas exclaimed.

You sighed. “What about what I want? Everything I do is for someone else; I never do anything for myself. Please, Lucas, just try and see this from my perspective. I know it’ll be hard being apart, but we can call each other. It’s not like you’re on your own – you’ve got Tony and Dagwood.”

“Tony and Dagwood are hardly you, are they?” Lucas replied sarcastically.

On your return to seaQuest, while the sub remained at dock, you went back to your quarters to collect belongings. The corridors were quiet, with only the faintest hum from the aqua tunnels. This had been your home for just over two years now; you had laughed, cried and shouted. All manner of emotions had been experienced while aboard. In short, you had become fond of the place.

There was already a suitcase of belongings at your hotel, so this visit to your quarters would only be for essentials, such as your passport, military documentation and any other things you would need once you had had a good root through.

You looked up at your uniform which was neatly pressed and hung on a coat hanger and placed on the back of your door. Your rank and name were stitched on the left side of the chest. It made you think back to the day you were given your uniform. Excitement and apprehension had surged up your spine, and then getting your own room. Such a step up from the ship you were on previously where you had had to bunk with an annoying snob of a woman who thought she was better than you and called herself ‘one of the men’, which just meant that she went drinking with them often, and then found herself lying next to them the next morning after blacking out from alcohol. Last you had heard she had been transferred to desk duties within the UEO offices at New Cape Quest due to numerous disciplinary offences.

Your conscientious attitude seemed to have been the root of mockery through many of your teen and early adult years. Rules were there to be followed, not broken because you can’t be bothered to toe the line. And this was the real world now, not school.

***

On your first day back home with your parents, they prepared you a full roast meal and dessert. The very house you had grown up in would be your temporary home now for six weeks until you flew back to Florida to board seaQuest. You looked at your parents and still felt saddened by the extra grey hairs that they both now sported. More wrinkles were apparent in your mother’s neck and the creases in your father’s brow had grown deeper. A lot could happen in ten years, as you had found out. You were now an aunt to two more nieces. Your maternal grandmother had passed away, your eldest sister had divorced her husband. All of this had been explained to you through various communication over the last six months, but now it was all so real.

After dinner and your mother led you up to the guest room, your old room, which still had some of your posters on the walls, images of actors you had followed in your teen years and musicians who had kept you company with their songs when you were at your lowest points in life.

You hugged her tight, smelling her familiar perfume that she had worn for years. And in that moment is was as though time had spun back and you had never left home. You were back to being a teenager who clung to your parents because you felt so distant from the world, misunderstood by all your peers.

“I love you,” you whispered to your mother.

As you both pulled from the embrace, you saw a tear slide down your mother’s face. “I never gave up hope that you were alive,” she said. “I knew in my heart that you were alive. I could still feel you.”

That evening and you lay awake in bed, with a hot mug of herbal tea on the bedside table. Next to you were some of your old journals which you had found in a box on top of the wardrobe. Each one was marked on the cover with the year. 2005. 2007. 2010. 2013. 2014. It was now 2033. You should have been in your fourth decade now; maybe a mother, married. Those ten years had been snatched away; 2022 to 2032, erased. No matter where you were and you felt out of place and out of time. A wanderer. A seeker.

There was a chime from your tablet computer which was on the desk just across from your bed. It was an email. So simple and to the point. I love and miss you.

***

Lucas lay in bed every night, imagining you sleeping beside him. He’d taken your patchwork quilt and had it draped over him. Piccolo would be snoring on the bunk beneath him, and all he could do was lie awake, thinking of you and looking at the photos of you both that he had taped to the pipes above his bed. What if you decided to leave seaQuest? Should he go with you? Something told him that you would persuade him to stay and that you’d be apart.

One morning, just over a week since you had gone on leave, Lucas was in the mess hall early. Normally Lucas would get into the mess hall for about twenty minutes prior to duty and then make it just on time, by the skin of his teeth, to sit down and begin his hours. Today was different.

“You’re early!” Freddie exclaimed, sitting down at the table next to Lucas’. She began to peel a kiwi and took a sip of black coffee. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” Lucas sighed.

Freddie wasn’t at all persuaded by his words and pulled her seat over closer to him. “You miss her, don’t you?”

“So much,” Lucas replied, sighing even louder this time. “And I kinda feel like this is the end somehow. There’s a bad feeling sitting in my stomach, and I can’t seem to move it.”

“Have you spoken to her recently?”

“We spoke last night. And…I just….I can’t stop feeling like she’s not telling me something. I know how much she needs this time to herself, but it’s like she’s purposefully keeping me out. Maybe I love her more than she loves me…”

“No, Lucas, I don’t think it’s because she loves you any less,” Freddie said. “I think maybe because she’s older, she somehow feels that she doesn’t want to put her worries on your shoulders. If anything, she might be trying to protect you.”

Lucas’ eyes grew wide in frustration. “But I don’t want her to protect me. I want to be there for her!”

Lonnie Henderson walked into the room as Lucas’ negative emotions burst, and she gave a quick smile, grabbed her breakfast and then head over to where Lucas was sitting. She didn’t even have to ask what the topic of conversation was about, or why Lucas had been distant the last week.

“Good morning,” Lonnie said, choosing not to ask what was happening. The last thing she wanted to do was cause any more tension. So she remained quiet and ate her oatmeal. However, she could see the sadness on Lucas’ face and she noticed Freddie keep glancing over.

During the shift, Lonnie kept an eye on Lucas. He was still in charge of the Cullen project, but all trails of the man and his accomplices had grown cold. Defragmentation and trailing through files was a regular occurrence for Lucas. Each morning he loaded his desktop computer in his quarters to begin scouring files. Nothing…as of yet.

That evening, Lonnie took it upon herself to call you. She sat in her quarters, dressed in an old T-shirt and plaid pyjamas bottoms, waiting for you to answer.

“Hello,” you said upon answering, sounding shocked upon receiving a call from Lonnie.

“Hey. How are you? Thought I’d check in with you.”

“I’m good, thank you. Enjoying being with my family. This is the first time I’ve seen them in person since we lost the ten years. How are things there?”

“It’s kinda boring at the moment. I…ummm, wanted to talk to you about Lucas.”

“Oh, okay,” you replied, a little concerned. “Is he alright?”

“Yeah, but he misses you,” Lonnie began. “A lot. And, um, I overheard him talking with Freddie at breakfast this morning. He was really upset. I only caught little bits of the conversation. He seems to think you’re shutting him out. Lucas has a big heart, you know that. And all he wants is to help you and be there for you. We all know that he wears his heart on his sleeve. I’m talking to you as a friend here, and I’m not trying to pry into your relationship.”

“I know that, Lonnie, and I thank you so much for your kindness. But some of this needs to be sorted out on my own. I can’t pull Lucas into everything with me…”

“He doesn’t see it that way. He wants to go through everything with you. All he’s ever wanted is to feel needed and important. His father never wanted him, and I can’t even think of the last time he mentioned his mother. You’re the one who is the closest to him, and he needs to feel valued and trusted. Just…please, talk to him.”

“Shore leave was hard because I knew if I requested this leave then he would want to come with me. Maybe I’ve been on my own for too long and got used to working things out by myself.”

***

Just after your call with Lonnie, you called Lucas. Only this time, you were on camera with each other. As your call connected, you saw a huge smile on Lucas’ face and he leaned forward towards the screen. “Hey,” he said softly.

“I miss you,” you told him. At night and you felt cold, despite being wrapped in thick blankets. It was because you missed Lucas’ warmth. You missed his arms tight around you, and you missed putting your head on his chest where you’d listen to his heartbeat.

“And I miss you.”

Both of you laughed, grimaced, told stories of your week, and even sang, until you noticed that you had been on the call for nearly four hours. “You need to sleep,” you said softly, yawning. “It’s late, and you’ve got to be awake for shift tomorrow morning.”

Lucas smiled sleepily. “I love you.”

You couldn’t help but lower your head and smile, hiding a blush. The last four hours had thrown you back to your more care free days, when you had first come upon seaQuest. Your friendship with Lucas had been almost instantaneous. So alike, yet that age difference had been the one thing keeping you apart, until now.

You rested easier that night, feeling a weight lift. That distance had been bridged, by putting down old memories to let you come back together. For the first time in quite a few weeks, you drifted to sleep within a few minutes. In your mind, you dreamed of dancing down the corridors of seaQuest, your body twirling to a beautiful piece of piano music. Had you heard that music before? Or maybe you had created it from your own subconscious.

Upon waking, you smiled to yourself. Bright sun was filling the room and the faint scent of freshly mown grass wafted through your open window. However, as you leaned over to check your tablet, you felt shivers of fear race up your spine. An SOS was flashing. You must have been dead to the world and not heard any kind of alert sound. The SOS had been sent out by L. Wolenczak.

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The Noisy Gluggle Jug

The fish-shaped Gluggle Jug makes an impressive set of sounds when tilted for pouring. Steve Mould explores their origin in this video.  (Image and video credit: S. Mould) Read the full article

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We're all familiar with the problem of pouring a liquid from a narrow-necked bottle. (Image and research credit: L. Rohilla and A. Das; via phys.org)