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[shiftythrifting]

[infraredss]

a girl will do/say the most dorky, silly or stupid thing in the world and I will be like ooaoaoaogghhhhhh. make out with m ee

[roseband]

sammy once again showing why the thirst tweets were too tame for them

[kay9leo]

Transfer student NYC!MC vs UK slang

Both F!MC and Sebastian are in the Undercroft, reviewing their Arithmancy notes before getting started on their homework. As a magical math class, this is one of the few time they are required to write their work in pencil.

Unfortunately Sebastian makes a mistake and forgot one thing back in his room. And while the two friends do speak the English language....well you'll see:

Sebastian: Shit. Hey MC, it looks like I forgot my rubber. Do you have one I can borrow? 😒

MC: 🫤Oh...wow...uh I didn't know you were active, but I don't. 😐Sorry...😅

Sebastian: What do you mean you don't? 🤨 You're always carry everything in your satchel! 🤨😠

MC: Be for real Sebastian. 🙄 Do you really think I would be carrying one around? 🤨

Sebastian: Uh...yes. 🤨 I've seen you carry them before. Multiples of them. Now can I please have one? 🙄 😒

MC: What are you talking about? I don't have one Sebastian. 😠

*Ominis walks into the Undercroft and stops in surprise to hear his two friends fight*

Sebastian: Yes you do! 🙄 You're holding it in your hand! 😠

Ominis: What is going on you two!?! 😤 What are you arguing about now?!?🙄

MC: Sebastian is asking if I have a fucking rubber and I told him I DON'T!!! 😠

Sebastian: Yes YOU DO!!! 😫 You're holding one in your hand!!!😠😤

MC: Does this look like a FUCKING CONDOM to you Sallow?!?! 🤬

Sebastian: What?!? 😕😳

Ominis: While I'm pleased that you finally told her Sebastian, but are you seriously going to fuck in my Undercroft?🤨

Sebastian: NO! I didn't tell nor was I even asking her for that! I just want to borrow the thing she has in her hand!😫

Ominis: *Understands the issue* Ahhh...okay. I see the problem here.

Sebastian: Oh do you?!?!🙄

Ominis: No comment. 😒 *turns to MC* MC...that thing in your hand...what do you call that in the States? 🧐

MC: An eraser 🙄...oh...😐😳 you Brits call it a rubber...don't you? 🙃🫠

Ominis: *Nods*

*MC walks over to Sebastian, gives him the eraser before packing up.*

Sebastian: And where are you going?🤨We haven't finished our Arithmancy homework yet!😫

MC: Nope but the British Slang finished me.🥹😖I'm going home guys.😭Back to the States where things make sense. Peace.✌️☮️

MC walks before running out from embarrassment. 🏃‍♀️💨

Sebastian: Hey MC, wait up!!!! You can't leave me!!!! 🏃‍♂️💨

Ominis: *holding Sebastian eraser he left in his room* Well, here's to hoping those two boneheads get together after this. *Whistles as he walks away*

[septembergold]

[gillianthecat]

If I had a nickel for every time a yellow rubber ducky was an important plot device in a BL...

I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.

Unless it's happened more than twice? @absolutebl is this something you track on your giant spreadsheet?

(I'm 99% kidding. But maybe you do? Or know of other shows off the top of your head? Or other people do?)

Unless we're counting this as a BL:

[great-pan-is-dead]

[wetpourrubber]

Rubber Wet Pour: The Surprisingly Versatile, Safe, and Fun Surface

You've probably seen it at playgrounds, schools, or even water parks – that soft, colorful, and bouncy surface where kids can run, jump, and tumble without a care in the world. That, my friends, is the wonder of rubber wet pour. But here's the kicker – it's not just for the kiddos. This versatile material has found its way into fitness centers, equestrian arenas, and more, making spaces safer and, quite frankly, more enjoyable. Let's dive into the rubber wet pour world, demystifying what it is, where it's used, and why it's a game-changer.

The Marvelous World of Rubber Wet Pour Rubber wet pour, also known as poured-in-place rubber, is like a magical potion in the world of surfaces. It's created by mixing EPDM (Ethylene Propylene Diene Monomer) rubber granules with a polyurethane binder, resulting in a seamless, shock-absorbing, and highly customizable surface.

Mixing the Magic Think of it like being in a kitchen where an expert chef carefully combines ingredients to create an exquisite dish. In the world of rubber wet pour, the EPDM rubber granules are the ingredients, and the polyurethane binder is the secret sauce. When these components are blended, they create a surface that's soft yet sturdy, safe yet exciting, like a perfectly crafted dish.

Endless Customization One of the most captivating features of rubber wet pour is its flexibility. It's like choosing your favorite toppings for a pizza – you get to select from a wide array of colors and thicknesses, allowing you to create a surface that perfectly fits your vision.

Where Can You Find Rubber Wet Pour? The beauty of rubber wet pour is its adaptability – it's not restricted to a single application. Here are some places where this remarkable surface has made a significant impact:

Playgrounds Kids, with their boundless energy and unbridled imagination, deserve a safe place to play. Rubber wet pour surfaces cushion falls, reducing the risk of injuries and offering a soft landing for the little adventurers. It's like a superhero's landing pad, ready to save the day.

Fitness Centers In the world of fitness, where the clinking of weights and the whirring of machines create a unique symphony, rubber wet pour acts as the conductor, dampening noise levels. It's not just quiet; it provides excellent support, reducing the impact on joints during intense workouts. It's like exercising on a cloud, with every step feeling lighter.

Water Parks Water parks are where rubber wet pour truly shines. This water-resistant surface remains cool under the blazing sun, avoiding the scorching heat that other surfaces can inflict. It's slip-resistant, ensuring that everyone can enjoy the aquatic fun without worrying about accidents. Plus, it's gentle underfoot, saving you from sore soles after a long day of splashing around.

Equestrian Arenas For our four-legged friends, rubber wet pour provides a soft, stable footing that's perfect for horse riding. It reduces the risk of injuries and offers a comfortable surface for both horse and rider. It's like a luxurious carpet for hooves, turning the arena into a comfort zone for the noble steeds.

Pathways and Trails In a world increasingly concerned about the environment, rubber wet pour surfaces are making a positive impact. They are porous, allowing rainwater to seep through, reducing runoff and helping to prevent flooding. It's like walking on a path that's not only safe and pleasant but also environmentally conscious.

Why Rubber Wet Pour is a Game-Changer Now that you're familiar with what rubber wet pour is and where it's used, let's explore why it's considered a game-changer:

Safety First In a world where safety is non-negotiable, rubber wet pour takes the center stage. It's like a safety net, cushioning falls and reducing the severity of injuries. It's the silent guardian of playgrounds and other spaces, ensuring that you can play, exercise, or walk without worry.

Durability Redefined Imagine your life's journey – full of twists, turns, and a stumble or two. Rubber wet pour is like a trustworthy companion who walks with you through the seasons. It's weather-resistant, UV-resistant, and designed to withstand heavy use. It's not just a surface; it's an investment that lasts.

Aesthetics and Versatility Think of an artist's palette with a spectrum of colors. Rubber wet pour allows you to paint your world with your favorite shades. Whether it's a vibrant rainbow or subtle earth tones, this surface transforms spaces into visually pleasing areas. It's aesthetics merged with functionality.

Eco-Friendly Marvel In an era of sustainability, rubber wet pour surfaces shine as an eco-conscious solution. They're porous, allowing water to seep through, combating runoff and reducing flooding. It's like nature and technology joining hands for a better world.

Low Maintenance, High Satisfaction Imagine owning a car that never needs an oil change. Rubber wet pour is like that low-maintenance vehicle. It doesn't demand much from you. Regular cleaning is a breeze, and it doesn't crack or warp. You get more play and less work.

In Conclusion Rubber wet pour is like the unsung hero of surfaces. It's not just about playgrounds; it's about making every space safer, more beautiful, and eco-friendly. Its cushioning properties, vibrant customization options, and durability make it the perfect choice for a variety of applications. From playgrounds to fitness centers, water parks to equestrian arenas, this versatile surface is transforming the way we experience our surroundings.

So next time you see a playground that's soft and colorful, a fitness center that's serene, or a water park that's safe and fun, you'll know that rubber wet pour is the secret ingredient. It's not just a surface; it's a world of possibilities waiting to be explored, one step at a time.

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[f1daydreamers]

𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐬 [𝐓𝐀𝟔𝟔] 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏

gif credits: @trenty

Pairing: Trent Alexander-Arnold x Fem!Reader

Summary: Arne, in hopes to focus on his team’s mental health as much as their physical, recruits a younger but just as educated psychologist to work one-to-one with the more reserved players. Trent is one of them.

A/N: This is me writing in hopes to distract myself from that abysmal final! Just to preface that Lee Richardson is the performance psychology consultant at LFC :) Also, I feel like Trent’s quite shy so I don’t think he’d be as rude as he is in this fanfic but for this to be a kinda enemies to lovers, I upped his rude boi energy by like 100% lol

There's no age gap btw! In the UK, it's doable to become a licensed sports psychologist in 6-10 years. If it took Reader 7/8, that would place her around 25 or 26 years of age. So, both Trent and Reader are of similar ages!

Warnings: psychology but nothing too in-depth, Trent’s rude in this :D, angst, very tense energy

Word Count: 1.9k words (6 mins reading time avg)

…

You checked your watch once, twice, then three times within a mere five minutes.

The sterile office, with its minimalist decor and muted lighting, seemed to magnify your impatience. Your eyes wandered to the vacant chair opposite you, and you sighed deeply.

Trent Alexander-Arnold was now fifteen minutes late for his first appointment.

“Not the best start,” you muttered under your breath.

Jotting a quick note on a pink Post-it to purchase a digital clock for your desk, you flipped the pen and clicked it shut, placing it down with a resigned finality. The email that landed in your inbox felt almost comically timed. It was from Lee, wishing you luck on your first official day.

You’d been in and out of the training center for the past week, organising your office, which had previously served as a spare room, often only used for the odd meetings.

Boxy and unfamiliar, it was a space you intended to transform into something warmer and more inviting with time. But any attempt to distract yourself proved futile; even the mental image of your office becoming a cozy haven couldn’t quell the unrest you felt inside.

Trent’s absence was more than a minor inconvenience; it felt like a deliberate message. After what Lee had disclosed about his rather aloof attitude, you couldn’t say you were entirely surprised.

Locking your office behind you, you ventured into the heart of the training facility. As you passed by groups of players and staff, your shoulders tensed imperceptibly. You adjusted your pace, trying to find a balance between caution and confidence.

Every corner turned, every nod exchanged with passing colleagues, felt like a small test of acceptance. Your mind raced with thoughts of proving yourself here. While a flicker of self-doubt danced across your features, you masked it beneath a veneer of professional composure.

You eventually found Trent tucked away in the far corner of a sparsely populated gym. A few exchanged ‘good mornings’ and ‘hellos’ momentarily eased your stress, but your tension returned as your gaze settled again on the man who had been purposefully late.

With a deep breath, you started heading towards him, weaving your way through the labyrinth of gym equipment.

You skirted around the treadmills, their rhythmic thudding echoing your own anxious heartbeat. Passing by the clanking weights, you dodged a few stray dumbbells left on the floor. The aroma of rubber mats and iron filled the air.

Finally, you rounded the weightlifting machines and found Trent on a mat, engrossed in his exercises. His headphones were still firmly in place, and his expression remained inscrutably focused, as though he was blocking out the world around him.

When you finally reached him, you hesitated, wanting to wait until he finished his set so as not to disturb his workout.

However, Trent spotted your reflection in the mirror in front of him as he came up. He stopped mid-crunch, the beads of sweat glistening on his forehead. He looked down, knowing exactly what this would be in regard of. He’d seen you around the training grounds enough to be familiar.

His elbows rested on his knees as his arms folded inward. He exhaled deeply, trying to regulate his breathing.

He wiped the tip of his nose with the pad of his thumb, then pulled his headphones off and let them rest around his neck.

“What?” He looked at you with mild irritation, craning his neck to see you standing just a few steps behind him.

Your lips pressed together in a courteous and tight-lipped smile.

“Hi, Trent. I’m Y/N, the new psychologist. We had an appointment scheduled for twenty minutes ago.”

Turning back to face the mirror, he stretched his arms out in front of him before reaching for a hand towel to wipe the sweat from his brow and neck.

Then he shrugged, his indifference palpable.

“Yeah, I know.” Your eyebrows furrowed at his response as you studied his expression in the mirror. His face shifted subtly, but the changes were too fleeting to decipher.

“Then why didn’t you show up?” you asked, your tone calm but firm.

"I don't see the point," he responded flatly.

In one fluid motion, he planted one palm firmly on the ground before twisting his torso and hoisting himself up with a push, turning to face you as he rose gracefully to his feet.

Your eyes locked inevitably, the proximity of his body left you no choice but to gaze up at his face, your chin tilting ever so slightly upward.

Beads of sweat glistened from his forehead, and his mouth was slightly parted as he scrutinised you from head to toe. A scoff escaped him before he turned away, sliding off some weight plates and placing them methodically beside his mat.

"I don’t need some shrink telling me how to play football," he asserted dismissively, the hints of his accent colouring his defiant tone.

You took a moment to consider your response, your gaze tracing the broad shape of his shoulders. Despite the urge to react defensively, you couldn’t shake the awareness that someone might be listening in from behind you.

You cautiously approached him, aware of the tension hanging in the air, his eyes flicking to your reflection in the mirror.

"I'm not here to tell you how to play football," you began calmly, letting the weight of your words settle between you. "I'm here to help you navigate everything off the pitch that might impact your performance on it."

"Well, thanks, but no thanks," Trent said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I've managed fine so far."

“Have you?” you questioned, quickly scanning the room for any prying ears, relieved to find everyone engrossed in their own routines.

Trent rose up, clutching a 15-pound weight plate between his hands.

"Because from where I stand, the club thinks you could use some support. And honestly, there's no shame in that." That was a saying your professors had instilled in you from day one.

Trent's jaw tightened, and for a moment, you thought he might ignore you. Instead, he pivoted to face you once more, his presence suddenly palpable.

"Look, I get that you're just doing your job, yeah? But don't expect me to pour my heart out to some stranger. Especially on someone else's schedule." He emphasised.

You blinked, but maintained eye contact, refusing to back down. "Fair enough. But I'm not going anywhere, Trent. Whether you like it or not, I'll keep trying to reach you."

He studied you for a moment, then shook his head slightly, leaning in just a bit closer.

"Good luck with that, psychologist."

…

"I think that's our time wrapped up, thank you so much, Conor." You hoisted yourself up with the armrests of your chair and gave a warm smile to the man opposite you.

"Yeah, no worries. I'll see you around." Conor said as he turned, rounding the chair he was just sitting on, giving you a final nod and smile before leaving and closing the door behind him.

You waited until it clicked shut before you sinked into your chair again. Your work was deeply important to you, one of few things in life you were immensely passionate about, but man, it took its toll on longer days.

You rubbed your temples in a poor attempt to alleviate the dull ache that had formed from hours of conversation. As you tried to gather your thoughts, the interruption in the form of a new email snapped you back to reality.

It was from Lee, asking you to come and see him when you were free.

Your head rolled back for a brief moment of respite. Trent had been on your mind ever since your confrontation earlier, lingering in the back of your thoughts throughout the day, despite the overall improvement as the hours ticked by.

Resigning yourself to more work, you pushed yourself up with a temporary surge of motivation. Straightening your blouse and combing your hair with your fingers, you headed towards Lee's office across the hall.

The door stood ajar, a silver name plaque bearing his name neatly affixed. Lee's office exuded an air of scholarly authority, with shelves lined with books, framed certificates adorning the walls, and strategically placed pieces of Liverpool memorabilia.

He glanced up from his desk as you knocked on the doorframe.

"You asked to see me?" you inquired, your head tilting slightly as he closed the folder he was reading, sliding it into the filing cabinet behind him.

"Yes, come in," Lee replied, gesturing toward the chair positioned across from him.

You smoothed down your skirt as you settled into the chair, intertwining your hands on your lap.

His demeanor exuded encouragement, warmth evident in the gentle lines of his smile. As he gathered his thoughts, your eyes fell upon a framed picture on his desk. Lee stood on the far left, flanked by several players including Trent and Curtis, their bright smiles frozen in time.

Your own smile deepened at the sight, noting how much younger they all appeared in the photograph. But as today's events replayed in your mind, your gaze momentarily lowered before returning to meet Lee's.

"A few years ago, that one," he pointed briskly at the photo, though he didn't give you time to respond before changing the topic - a relief, in your opinion.

"So," Lee clasped his hands together, "first official day? How'd it go?"

Pushing back thoughts of Trent deliberately, today had gone rather well.

"Good, honestly. Wataru and Conor were a little shy at first, but I think I was able to break through by the end of our sessions. Curtis was quite bubbly and a joy to talk to. We had some positive discussions too." You truthfully answered, giving a polite smile to round off your answer.

He nodded, impressed. Without a word, he turned to squint at his computer screen, his glasses perched atop his head. "And Trent?"

You cleared your throat, your tongue swiping over your bottom lip nervously. After a moment's hesitation, you shook your head once before answering.

"Trent didn't show up." You admitted with a wry smile. "I found him in the gym and brought it up but I wouldn't say that was a positive discussion."

Lee chuckled softly, his voice carrying a gentleness that belied his words. "Trent’s a tough nut. He’s got a lot on his shoulders and doesn't easily trust new people. But that's why you're here."

You nodded resolutely. "Absolutely. I don't intend on letting up."

"If you want me to step in-" He began but you shook your head again, halting him in the middle of his sentence.

"I respectfully don't think that's going to help. He's not exactly trusting of me right now, and I'm worried about the impression you stepping in might leave. I'm fortunate he's at least talking to me and sharing his feelings." You said with a measured tone, your words careful and tinged with a hint of apprehension.

"Well, you're the pro," you smiled at his joke, exhaling a sigh.

"I'm relying on your guidance, Lee. I can only hope he'll start working with me."

Lee nodded thoughtfully. "Trent respects effort and authenticity. He's introverted, sure, but once he's comfortable, he's a lovely lad."

"I'm sure," you blinked, fiddling nervously with your fingers.

Once he's comfortable.

That shouldn't take too long, you lied to yourself.

...

Part 2

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[literallymechanical]

Zap Energy says that they’ve solved Z-pinch by “shear stabilization”, where they have different sections of the plasma moving at different velocities (faster outside, slower inside). Doesn’t shear like that cause instability, not suppress it? Or are plasmas not subject to that law of fluid dynamics

You’re thinking of instabilities in flowing plasma like it’s turbulence in flowing fluid. This is partially correct, but like... okay. So, the field of physics that governs the movement of plasma is called magnetohydrodynamics, where you introduce Maxwell’s equations into Navier-Stokes. It is horrible. I am but a humble mechanical engineer, and I leave the physics to physicists.

The physicists tell me that Zap Energy's science is solid.

Bit of context: Zap Energy is taking an old fusion energy concept from the 1950's called a Z-pinch, and revamping it with modern plasma physics.

A Z-pinch works on the principle that passing an electric current through a conductor generates a magnetic field, which in turn crushes (or "pinches") the conductor. The first observations of the pinch effect were in hollow metal tubes that were used as lightning rods, like this one from a factory in 1905:

Image by Brian James, CC BY-SA 3.0, Wikimedia Commons

Plasma is electrically conductive, and is subject to the same compressive pinch effect as metal. Lightning itself is a plasma pinch, actually.

When you pinch a plasma, it heats up. The fast-moving, charged plasma particles repel each other and push back against the magnetic field until the system reaches equilibrium. The stronger the plasma current, the harder the pinch, the more pressure, and the more heat. With sufficient plasma current and the right hydrogen isotopes, you can create a pinch strong enough to induce nuclear fusion.

The pinch effect was first utilized by a class of fusion machines called Z-pinches in the early 1950's. However, those Z-pinches were extremely unstable. The most common analogy is that compressing plasma with a Z-pinch is like trying to squeeze jello with rubber bands.

UK Atomic Energy Authority, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons

Both linear and toroidal Z-pinches have been built. The toroidal Z-pinch above shows some of the characteristic kink instabilities of a pinched plasma – it goes all squiggly. Researchers started adding external magnets to Z-pinches to help reduce instabilities (which eventually led to the development of the tokamak), but could never get a truly stable plasma. Z-pinch fusion research was largely abandoned in favor of the tokamak and stellarator.

However, the external magnets of a tokamak or stellarator are massive, complex, and use incredible amounts of power. The University of Washington and Zap Energy went back to the old concept of a magnet-less linear Z-pinch, but with a more modern understanding of plasma physics. They discovered that by using a flowing plasma rather than a stationary one, with a faster flow rate on the outer layers (a "sheared-flow" Z-pinch), they were able to achieve great stability with no magnets.

Credit: Zap Energy

Rather than filling a chamber with stationary hydrogen and then pinching it, they blow a "smoke ring" of plasma around a cylinder into their chamber. An electrode at the tip of the cylinder then fires a pulse into the plasma, which creates a pinch with a complex velocity profile.

Credit: Zap Energy

Zap Energy’s physics basis is good. They’ve pretty convincingly demonstrated that sheared-flow does indeed stabilize a pinched plasma, and if they can pull off magnetic confinement fusion with no magnets, it will be massively cheaper than any other method. The uncertainty that Zap is facing comes from mechanical considerations (in particular, electrode erosion is a tricky problem to solve), and the relatively thin margins for efficiency that are inherent to any pulsed fusion technique.