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[lixbf]

i Need to stop trying to figure out for myself what technologies that are common today would exist in panem during katniss' time and whether theyd be implemented in the victors' houses

[nasa]

25 Years of Exploring the Universe with NASA's Chandra Xray Observatory

Illustration of the Chandra telescope in orbit around Earth. Credit: NASA/CXC & J. Vaughan

On July 23, 1999, the space shuttle Columbia launched into orbit carrying NASA’s Chandra X-ray Observatory. August 26 marked 25 years since Chandra released its first images.

These were the first of more than 25,000 observations Chandra has taken. This year, as NASA celebrates the 25th anniversary of this telescope and the incredible data it has provided, we’re taking a peek at some of its most memorable moments.

About the Spacecraft

The Chandra telescope system uses four specialized mirrors to observe X-ray emissions across the universe. X-rays that strike a “regular” mirror head on will be absorbed, so Chandra’s mirrors are shaped like barrels and precisely constructed. The rest of the spacecraft system provides the support structure and environment necessary for the telescope and the science instruments to work as an observatory. To provide motion to the observatory, Chandra has two different sets of thrusters. To control the temperatures of critical components, Chandra's thermal control system consists of a cooling radiator, insulators, heaters, and thermostats. Chandra's electrical power comes from its solar arrays.

Learn more about the spacecraft's components that were developed and tested at NASA’s Marshall Space Flight Center in Huntsville, Alabama. Fun fact: If the state of Colorado were as smooth as the surface of the Chandra X-ray Observatory mirrors, Pike's Peak would be less than an inch tall.

Engineers in the X-ray Calibration Facility at NASA’s Marshall Space Flight Center in Huntsville, Alabama, integrating the Chandra X-ray Observatory’s High-Resolution Camera with the mirror assembly, in this photo taken March 16, 1997. Credit: NASA

Launch

When space shuttle Columbia launched on July 23, 1999, Chandra was the heaviest and largest payload ever launched by the shuttle. Under the command of Col. Eileen Collins, Columbia lifted off the launch pad at NASA’s Kennedy Space Center in Florida. Chandra was deployed on the mission’s first day.

Reflected in the waters, space shuttle Columbia rockets into the night sky from Launch Pad 39-B on mission STS-93 from Kennedy Space Center. Credit: NASA

First Light Images

Just 34 days after launch, extraordinary first images from our Chandra X-ray Observatory were released. The image of supernova remnant Cassiopeia A traces the aftermath of a gigantic stellar explosion in such captivating detail that scientists can see evidence of what is likely the neutron star.

“We see the collision of the debris from the exploded star with the matter around it, we see shock waves rushing into interstellar space at millions of miles per hour,” said Harvey Tananbaum, founding Director of the Chandra X-ray Center at the Smithsonian Astrophysical Observatory.

Cassiopeia A is the remnant of a star that exploded about 300 years ago. The X-ray image shows an expanding shell of hot gas produced by the explosion colored in bright orange and yellows. Credit: NASA/CXC/SAO

A New Look at the Universe

NASA released 25 never-before-seen views to celebrate the telescopes 25th anniversary. This collection contains different types of objects in space and includes a new look at Cassiopeia A. Here the supernova remnant is seen with a quarter-century worth of Chandra observations (blue) plus recent views from NASA’s James Webb Space Telescope (grey and gold).

This image features deep data of the Cassiopeia A supernova, an expanding ball of matter and energy ejected from an exploding star in blues, greys and golds. The Cassiopeia A supernova remnant has been observed for over 2 million seconds since the start of Chandra’s mission in 1999 and has also recently been viewed by the James Webb Space Telescope. Credit: NASA/CXC/SAO

Can You Hear Me Now?

In 2020, experts at the Chandra X-ray Center/Smithsonian Astrophysical Observatory (SAO) and SYSTEM Sounds began the first ongoing, sustained effort at NASA to “sonify” (turn into sound) astronomical data. Data from NASA observatories such as Chandra, the Hubble Space Telescope, and the James Webb Space Telescope, has been translated into frequencies that can be heard by the human ear.

SAO Research shows that sonifications help many types of learners – especially those who are low-vision or blind -- engage with and enjoy astronomical data more.

Click to watch the “Listen to the Universe” documentary on NASA+ that explores our sonification work: Listen to the Universe | NASA+

An image of the striking croissant-shaped planetary nebula called the Cat’s Eye, with data from the Chandra X-ray Observatory and Hubble Space Telescope.  NASA’s Data sonification from Chandra, Hubble and/or Webb telecopes allows us to hear data of cosmic objects. Credit: NASA/CXO/SAO

Celebrate With Us!

Dedicated teams of engineers, designers, test technicians, and analysts at Marshall Space Flight Center in Huntsville, Alabama, are celebrating with partners at the Chandra X-ray Center and elsewhere outside and across the agency for the 25th anniversary of the Chandra X-ray Observatory. Their hard work keeps the spacecraft flying, enabling Chandra’s ongoing studies of black holes, supernovae, dark matter, and more.

Chandra will continue its mission to deepen our understanding of the origin and evolution of the cosmos, helping all of us explore the Universe.

The Chandra Xray Observatory, the longest cargo ever carried to space aboard the space shuttle, is shown in Columbia’s payload bay. This photo of the payload bay with its doors open was taken just before Chandra was tilted upward for release and deployed on July 23, 1999. Credit: NASA

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[artsyaprilmr]

Artsakh has been blocked for 2 weeks 100+ days already, 120.000 people are deprived of their human rights, many of them are children. Tomorrow is Christmas, and on this very special holiday consider supporting indigenous christian nation by donating to good causes.

After 9 months of total blockade and after heavy shelling by the fascist dictatorship of Azer/baijan, the population of around 120.000 indigenous armenians had to flee Artsakh. Armenia is a small country, its population numbers at just a little below 3 million people - to accomodate more than 100k people, who left everything behind and need to find new places to live and work at, is a heavy task. Consider donating to the charities listed here.

URGENT:

Solar Haghorti - provide hot water to the Haghorti village in Artsakh

Sunrise in Artsakh - solar water heaters for Artsakh (please read the page, donation button is in the text, it's easy to miss)

Greenhouse Project - building greenhouses to overcome the challenges faced by Artsakh’s loss of land after the war as well as the blockade

Greenhouses and Beekeeping for Artsakhi Armenians - help Artsakh families to rebuild their lives in Armenia and create food secure and climate resilient communities

Supplies for Syunik and Beyond - fundraising for the Border Villages in Syunik

Legal Defense Fund for Jerusalem Armenians - help the Armenian Community of the Old City of Jerusalem as it stands in defense of its survival and security

OTHER:

Armenian food bank - food, clothing, medicine

VIVA foundation - doctors and medicine (25% of what I get from my winter commissions will go here)

Frontline Therapists - provides mental health services to Armenian veterans and others experiencing war related trauma

All for Armenia - support vulnerable populations, displaced families and border communities in Armenia

Kooyrigs - aid for those living in areas highly targeted by azer\\baijan

MIASEEN - stability for families in need

LGBTQ+:

Pink Armenia - serves community's needs, protects LGBTQ+ people's rights and pushes for the change of public policy around LGBTQ+ issues

GALAS - supportive network for LGBTQ+ people, promotes their personal empowerment within their communities and helps to build bridges between the LGBTQ+ and Armenian communities

Right Side - community-based rights defender non-governmental organization for the protection of transgender people and sex workers in Armenia

[billthedrake]

This story is a follow up to The Hard Part. I figured it was time for a romantic story.

PARADISE

I won't say the country, but it was a remote, non-touristy tropical place that had developed a low-key "anything goes" reputation for gay vacationers. Underaged shit wasn't tolerated, but the beaches were long and largely private, and word was you could be naked or even have sex on the beach, and it wasn't a big deal.

Dad had a real excited grin on the prop plane ride over and on the jeep ride to the thatch bungalow. The guy who ran it gave us the run down on the basics. Limited hot water in the solar-powered heater, mosquito netting that was a must at night, a fridge stocked with the basics. Breakfast would be dropped off each morning at 7. Any issues just ring him on his cell phone. His English was broken but good, and he concluded his rehearsed speech with a smile.

"Most of all, the one rule here is have fun, guys," he grinned with a knowing expression before he bowed out and left me and Dad alone. I wasn't sure if people here were really laid back or if they just knew where the money came from.

Any way, it made me feel like I came to the right place, especially as I stepped out onto the back verandah and saw the water lapping the shore about eighty yards from our place for the next week.

"Glad we came?" Dad growled softly in my ear as his lips brushed against my lobe and his hands gently gripped my sides. I had resisted the vacation idea. It was winter break at school, and I had completed my last water polo season, which had ended my four years at USC on a high of a championship win. My parents were divorced now, and it was all complicated. But I had a plan to split my time between Mom and Dad this year - Mom's for Christmas and the week after down here with Dad.

"Mmm.. yeah," I replied as I backed into his embrace and even without looking, I knew he'd unbuttoned his oxford stripe dress shirt. Dad had a casual side but lately had leaned into that Brooks Brothers professional look, even on the weekends. I shuddered to think that would probably be me in twenty or thirty years.

I could tell Dad was horny as he pulled me tight against his warm body and ran his hands underneath my T-shirt, touching me for the first time in nearly two months.

"I almost forget how big you've gotten," he said. At 6'4", I was three inches taller than my father, but by now I'd pretty much matched his muscular build. I think we were both adjusting mentally to that development.

"I think you may have preferred me leaner," I said in a half tease.

Dad's fingers traced up my shaved-smooth abs, and up to my chest. "You kidding?" Dad grunted. "You're my top dog, Matty..."

"God, Dad," I hissed, my dick surging. We'd actually cut back on that talk the last few times. Dad was going through a lot emotionally with the divorce. The visits to LA were less frequent, and we were back more to weekly dad-son phone calls rather than constant texting. It had pained me to see, but I had only myself to blame.

Dad sensed my excitement. "A whole week, son... just us..." he grunted. Now that we were alone, it was like Dad felt liberated in the possibility we had to verbalize what had been hushed in our furtive sessions before. His hands were undoing my shorts.

"We gonna fuck like bunnies, Dad?" I hissed. His words, his touch, were driving me crazy.

I heard a chuckle behind me and Dad gave a gentle pat to my abs. My shorts fell to the floor and Dad was already peeling down my briefs. My erection felt great in his smooth warm hands. "I think someone's been a horny boy away at college," he growled.

I had. I was closeted, still, and maybe would stay that way. But I had fooled around with a professor. He couldn't hold a candle to Dad, but the secret sex was hot. Maybe I was too addicted to the secrecy.

I started thrusting in and out of my father's fist, seeing my sizable tool push out past his curled thick fingers. Dad looked over my shoulder to watch, too.

Finally he withrdrew his hand and stepped back. When I turned I saw his beautiful blond chest fur, now streaked with silver, and all that daddy muscle. Dad was just past the 5-0 mark now and handsome as fuck. Not overly big, but a man's body, simply and quietly masculine. With a smile he walked over to the bed and pulled down the covers, then undid his shorts.

"Wanna take our time today, Matt?" Dad said in a soft voice.

"Yeah," I replied, my voice croaking in lust. "I do."

We got fully naked and got on top of the cotton sheets together. We could feel the humid tropical breeze blow over our bodies as he scooted closer, our hands surprisingly tentative as they reached out to touch one another.

"It's been a while," I said as my fingers traced Dad's mid section. I don't know if it was the stress of his divorce or just work kept him busy, but my father had put on some weight around his middle. Not too much, but the love handles were fuller and there was a hint of a belly. I loved his body, the way it was before, and the way it was now.

"Yeah, it has," Dad sighed. "I guess I needed a little break... doesn't mean I didn't dream of this, a lot."

I felt deeply emotional at that point. "You don't have to explain, Dad," I said. And I eased forward to kiss my father, softly. I wasn't gonna push him on this trip. I was the one who'd put it out there first, the idea of being boyfriends, and I knew that may have been partly responsible for my parents' divorce.

The carefree naughtiness Dad had when we started our affair was gone now, but that didn't make the lust or attraction between us die down. Dad kissed me back, just as softly, and ran his hand over my lats, silently appreciating my fuller muscle. He shifted his body a little and like that our cocks were pressing against one another. Father to son, erection to erection, and nothing between us. It's hokey, maybe, but at that moment, I thought Dad and I were saying the things that need to be saying through our hard dicks.

I've never been a frot guy. The friction doesn't actually work for me in a pleasant way, much less in a manner to get me off. But that afternoon was the closest I'd get to it. Dad and I clung to one another, hands pawing and gripping and caressing each other's bodies as we made out and humped each other. Like we were making up for lost time. In a way we were.

Dad started kissing up along the side of my neck, muttering in his deep soft growl as he did. "God, son, this is so incredible... YOU feel so incredible."

He pulled back and looked into my eyes. We were on our sides but Dad was angled a little more on top. "Can I show you what I've been dreaming about doing to you the last few months?" he asked playfully.

"God, yeah," I laughed, feeling my hardon surge against his hip.

He bit his lip and made a show of raising my arm and pressing my wrist up against the pillow next to my head. Then he dove down and started licking and kissing my arm pit. I'd kept my upper body and legs shaved for water polo, and my underarm was completely smooth. Now that my final season was over, I'd actually looked forward to growing in my body hair for a change. But for now, Dad feasted on my smooth skin, giving my pit one last soft lick before moving over to my chest and nipple.

"Damn, Dad..." I sighed, almost laughing from half-ticklish sensations. But he kept his slow exploration, taking his time back and forth between my two nipples, then tracing his tongue over the ridges of my abs. I kept my lower abdomen shaved, but I was proud of my full light brown bush. Dad kind of nuzzled his nose through my pubes before his latched his mouth along the sides of my shaft.

I was enjoying the slow approach but was glad Dad wasn't trying to be too much a tease. He lifted my prick and took me into his mouth. The blowjob was soft and gentle and could have made me cum if he'd gone at it any harder. For now, I rose the crest of that ultimate pleasure, my toes curling down some as my body shook involuntarily.

Dad chuckled as he pulled off. "You're worked up," he observed, holding my prick up and just looking at it directly and lovingly.

"You have no idea, Dad," I said. "Ever since you suggested this trip."

My father's blue eyes looked up at me. Love and a lot of lust. "Guess I made the right call, then," he said. For all the emotional messiness of the last year, it was like we knew we needed this closeness.

"Guess you did," I smirked.

Dad's fingers relinquished my cock and ran along my upper thighs, savoring their smoothness. "Do I still get to show you what I've been fantasizing about?" he asked.

I nodded. "Please." I was so horny, and I could have cum real quick if I had a hand or mouth on my dick working me. But the build up was even better.

"Lift your legs, Matt," Dad urged softly.

"Fuck," I said, having an idea what was coming. For all of our times together, Dad had never actually rimmed me. It was the other way around, me as Top Dog, and maybe he thought I'd object to having my hole licked.

I didn't and certainly not now. I pulled back my thighs and held my knees toward my chest. Dad had a close and direct view of my lightly furred pucker.

"Goddamn," he hissed. And he leaned in to start licking me.

Dad wasn't the first guy to rim me but he was only the second. Maybe it was psychological, but I didn't think I enjoyed having my hole eaten. I was wrong. In that resort bungalow, I leaned back and let my father make love to my ass. French kissing it, and then exploring deeper with his soft, talented tongue. My dick was dripping the whole time.

That rim job probably lasted five minutes but it felt like a glorious eternity.

Dad had been in control but now seemed super horny and impetuous. "My turn," he hissed and I watched as he let my legs down and turned to face away from me, scooting back toward my face. My hands touched his strong thighs. I might have had the more athletic build, but Dad was solid, and his muscle had the advantage of his age and years of activity. The glutes flexed some at my touch, then Dad leaned forward, which pulled his buns apart.

I dove in. I loved eating Dad out and I was particularly worked up then. My father moaned out loud, almost grunted even, as my tongue circled around his pucker and started fluttering against his entrance.

"Eat my ass, son," he hissed. And then, as I ate him, he leaned forward more, nudging my legs back up. Turns out Dad wasn't done eating my hole, either. Fine with me. I pulled my legs back to let him at it again, and like that we settled into our first rim 69.

I knew then that we'd be doing this a lot more. It was like an electrical circuit flowed between us. The more I licked, the more I felt the sensations along my own hole. So I licked more, urging Dad to follow suit.

Maybe it got too much for him. maybe he just wanted my cock. Because Dad finally pulled out of my trench and leaned up to start licking my cock. I grunted into his ass, and grunted louder when my father bucked his rump back against my face. I thought he was trying to get me in deeper into his hole, and maybe he was, but I realized the new position was to take my cock into his mouth.

No slow approach now, Dad was going in for the kill. Steady, controlled suck motions up and down on my hard as nails prick.

I moaned against into the cheeks that practically smothered my face and gave up my cum. Right into Dad's cocksucking mouth. It was a surprisingly intense orgasm, and I rode it out, stopping my full on ass licking and just enjoying Dad's spit-wet hairy cheeks pressed against my face as he milked my load out.

My father finally got off of his perch and climbed off the bed, his own prick beet red in excitement. He searched his bag for some lube and squirted some on his prick.

"Think you can rim me some more?" he asked in a plea.

I nodded, then watched Dad return to the position he had before.

"Lie back, son," he urged, clearly horny and ready to shoot. I did as instructed and my father sat his butt on my face. It wasn't the optimal position for a skilled rim job but there was something very hot about having my face covered with my father's ass. I licked wildly at his trench while he stroked frantically.

"Fuck!" he growled and I felt the hot sperm shoot in thick ropes over my chest and abs. Dad was clearly backed up and I loved feeling his jizz rain down on me.

He was all smiles when he finally pulled off and maneuevered himself to a sit beside my supine body.

"Thanks for that, Matt," he said with a grin as he patted my upper arm gently. "That was incredible."

"Fuck yeah, it was," I laughed, finally leaning up and wiping the spit from my face. "Wasn't expecting that for our first day."

Dad smiled. God, he looked so sexy then. "I wanted to try something new."

I ran my fingers up his furry thighs, more in a lazy caress than a tease. "I hope we try some a lot more new stuff this week," I said.

Dad nodded and leaned down for a soft kiss. Then when he pulled out he had an playful smile. "Looks like I made a mess of you, buddy."

I looked down at my torso and had to laugh. Dad had really painted my whole upper body with his sperm, which was now liquifying on my smooth muscle. "Jesus, Dad, how long were you holding that load in?"

"A solid week," he admitted, sheepishly. "Wanted to be ready for our vacation."

"Damn," I hissed, then got up to rinse off before the cum ran all off my body and onto the sheets.

When I stepped out of the bathroom, Dad was looking through the fridge that was set up to the side of our room. He was naked and even though I'd just cum, it was hard not to be turned on by his middle-aged body. So much like mine, yet a total contrast, too.

Dad looked up. "There were some sandwiches here and a bottle of wine," he said. "What do you say we just enjoy that as our dinner here?"

"Yeah, sounds awesome," I said as I stepped over to the door and looked out onto the beach. "We certainly got an incredible view."

Dad pulled out the wine bottle and found the opener. "Gonna put any clothes on, Matty?" he chuckled.

I reached down and tugged at my soft genitals. "Nah... no one's gonna see us, Dad.... come on."

I could see the cautious side of him debating in his own mind. Guess which side won out. "All right," he conceded.

It was a strangely romantic meal, me and Dad out on the verandah, sipping wine and just enjoying being there, naked and free.

"Sorry I had to step back last year, Matty," Dad said at last, as our conversation veered from light hearted to serious.

"Dad..." I objected. "You don't have to explain yourself." I sighed. "It's complicated."

"It is," my father agreed. "And I do have to explain myself. I called you my boyfriend two years ago, and I meant it... only it was one thing to imagine divorce, but the reality is harder than you can ever imagine, son."

I gave a grimace and nodded. "Yeah, it hit me hard in a weird way. I mean, I wanted that... you know, fantasized about it happening, but then it hit me that it's my own parents getting a divorce... I don't know..."

Dad sighed. "I sometimes worry I made a mistake..."

I stopped on. "Come on, Dad. If it wasn't me, it would be another guy." I paused. "Sorry to be blunt." I realized there was this tricky line where I wasn't sure whether I could talk to Dad as a parent, lover, or friend.

"Yeah, probably," he admitted, his face softening some. "I did have a couple other experiences with men. Honest truth, they can't hold a candle to my Top Dog."

"Fuck!" I hissed.

"What?" Dad asked, concerned he'd said the wrong thing.

I chuckled. "You just gave me a boner, that's all."

Dad scooted back and looked down. "I'll be damned." He took another appreciative look at my erection then leaned back in his chair. "Things were... complicated... with your mother and me. But I never felt her desire me that much, son. Ever."

"Dad," I said. "I've been thinking... maybe we shouldn't rush things. I mean, we have time right? You're divorced and I'm a single young dude. Let's just enjoy that, OK?"

Dad seemed relieved by my words and he gave a big smile. "Sounds amazing, buddy," he said. He nodded down at my lap. "Need me to take care of that boner for you, Top Dog?"

I grinned. Just hearing him say those words made my dick twitch. Probably always would. But I shook my head. "Later. We got all night. All week even. I want you keyed up for it, too."

****

It was our first full day in Paradise, and we'd come in from the beach, already frying in the midday son. I wasn't sure if we were going to wait for sex, but after I took a quick rinse in the shower, Dad slipped down a pair of trunks and let his meaty dong out.

I slipped on some shorts while Dad stepped into the bathroom. He was taking some time, and when I realized he was prepping himself, I slipped my shorts back off. We he came out, freshly showered, I was in bed and rock hard. Dad grinned, tossing aside the towel and showing off his amazing body and a dick that was firming up by the second.

"We didn't get around to fucking yesterday," he said playfully as he got up onto the bed, too.

"No, sir, we didnt," I replied. Dad and I never had a formal relationship and I never called him sir, but at that moment it felt right, even if in a playful way.

Our bodies felt warm as we connected in an incestuous embrace. Slowly, we made out. It felt wonderful. It's funny: in the weeks leading up to this trip, I imagined all sorts of hard athletic sex, but now I was getting into the slowness of our sex.

I mimicked Dad from last night and started kissing all over his body. It hadn't been a particular urge of fantasy of mine, but the act was powerful and a turn on. My rim job was soft and measured, gently licking my father's pucker in contrast to the fevered munching of the night before.

When I got out the lube, Dad looked up at me with a look that was horny but very loving. "I dont need a lot of fingering today, Matty... I'm pretty horny for it," he said.

The contrast between his clear lust and his calm demeanor drove me wild. I slicked up my cock and applied some lube to his ring, then scooted up as he put a pillow under the small of his back to raise his ass up to the right level.

"Unnnfff... that's it, buddy. Nice and slow."

I was pressing in with some pressure to breach the ring but going as gradually as I could. I felt dad's natural defenses pull back and pretty soon let me inside him. The man's insides were hot and wet and incredible. I missed this. "Fuck, Dad," I hissed.

"Back in the saddle, right, Matty?" Dad growled.

My dick started bottoming out inside his ass. It was tight but not too tight and I got off on how it welcomed me back inside. "Fuck, yeah, Dad. I missed this."

"Missed this, too, son," Dad hissed and ran his hands up and down my flank. His legs were wrapped around me and we took advantage of the classic missionary position to kiss deeply.

I slow pumped him just like that, our bodies clinging to one another. Dad actually whimpered while I dicked him and instead of finding that passive or feminine or anything it turned me the fuck on. I put more power to my thrusts, not going fast but maximizing the depth of my fuck.

When I pulled off the kiss, Dad was clearly right on the edge of that path to orgasm. "I love you, son," he grunted.

"Love you too, dad." We'd had that conversation about taking it slow this week, but we weren't saying anything we hadn't said before.

My words made dad's eyes open wide in excitement. It was a romantic vibe but sexual too. "I love my son's cock fucking me," he grunted.

We didn't always or even usually bring up the taboo aspect of the incest during sex itself. But it never failed to fire me up. "God, I love fucking my father's ass."

I paused my fuck for a second. I didn't want to, but I needed to get the lube and squirt some on my father's cock. I tossed the bottle to the side and resumed that deep thrust. "Go for it, Dad. Cum on your son's cock..."

"Oh yeah," he hissed, stroking now as we fucked. "I'm so fucking close...."

"Yeah," I urged. "Top Dog's gonna get your there, sir. Gonna fuck a load out of those dad balls."

I could see Dad's eyes on me, not just my face but all of me. Taking in my hunky water polo body. Strong and muscular for 22. That gaze made me feel like even more of a stud, as I threw all of my poise and power into dicking Dad across the finish line.

"Fuck!" he cried, and I was grateful for the seclusion of this bungalow. Dad could be a moaner in sex sometimes, but this was the loudest I'd seen him. His whole body tensed up and he raised his hips up higher, mostly withdrawing off my dick as his cock jerked and a few heavy streaks of cum shot out. Not as crazy a load as the previous night, but it was an amazing sight.

I gave a few urgent thrusts, eager to get my nut before it all became too much for Dad. Sometimes when I feel that time pressure, I can't come right away, but I was so worked up, it was no issue at all now. I grunted and then started having one of those orgasms that made me grateful to be a top with a receptive ass to fuck. It was the kind of orgasm that feels like it's not gonna come and then when it does feels like it's not gonna end.

We kissed and embraced and felt the stickiness of dad's load between our warm bodies.

***

I'd learn that sex, particularly intense sex, usually tires Dad out.

It probably didn't take ten minutes before Dad was dozing off. More than dozing - dead asleep, snoring in the soft queen bed as the tropical breeze blew in.

I loved being with him as he slept, but I'm not much of a napper. And after reflecting on the mindblowing hotness of this illicit getaway, I figured it was weird to just watch my father sleep.

I quietly rifled through my stuff and put on a pair of running shorts. I'd be taking a break from lifting that week, but figured I could get in some cardio. Particularly since some clouds were coming in, and the afternoon sun waning in intensity.

Jogging in sand is its own challenge, but you get used to it after a bit. Plus, it was the most amazing view imaginable. Turquoise water, palm trees, lapping water against the shore. All to myself. I was in awe most of the time.

As I jogged I thought about the story Dad and I had rehearsed. I mean, no one knew we were related. So I was just a college kid having a fling with his professor. It was easier for me to tell a half truth than a lie. We had practiced our fictitious names and our backstory. But who knows if we'd even have to use it. So far we'd not seen a single soul since arriving.

Then, just as I was about to turn around, I saw a guy lying on the beach ahead of me. Then as I wiped the sweat out of my eyes, I saw it was two men. Tanned, good bodies, and naked. And I'd stumbled on them just as I saw one of them, a younger brown haired guy, lean over and start blowing the older guy.

My heart stopped in horniness. I so wanted to watch, these guys were just beautiful. But I felt bad for invading their privacy, so I turned around and made my way back.

I told Dad when I got back. He had woken up and was looking amazing in his nakedness.

"I just saw two guys on the beach having sex," I laughed as I gulped down some water.

"Out here?" Dad asked, incredulous, his furry, naked body propped against the pillow.

I shook my head, trying to catch my breath. Running in the humidity is a bitch. "No, further down. Older guy and younger guy, like us."

"Maybe not exactly like us," Dad leered. I was loving seeing my father's naughty side come out on this trip so far.

"Yeah, probably not," I laughed.

"Is that something you wanna do, Matt?" my father said, more than a little concern in his eye. He had an uptight, cautious side. Which I guess was a good thing given our incestuous affair. "Fucking out in the open?"

"They weren't fucking, the young guy was blowing the older guy," I corrected.

"Still... that's pretty wild." Dad said simply. "It's a little out of my comfort zone."

"Maybe mine, too," I admitted. "But it would be hot to try."

I slipped off my jogging sorts and jock strap, letting my dick swing free. I wasn't chubbed, but it felt good to expose myself to Dad.

It was like he was reading my mind. "It's incredible being naked with each other, isn't it?"

I nodded, feeling a strange excitement that was sexual but not about having sex at that moment. It was funny in my mind, I thought we'd be fucking nonstop all week, but now that we were here, I had to acknowledge that our sexual endurance had some pretty clear limits. That was cool, too, it just made me focus on Dad in a different way.

Dad took in a full view of my body. "I hate to see you cover up that beautiful body, son, but what do you say we go into town and grab some dinner?"

****

I showered up and got dressed - just a pair of cotton shorts, a T-shirt and flip flops. This was the most I would wear all week. The rental came with beat up bicycles that Dad and I rode down the dirt road. "Town" was something between a hamlet and a real town. But there were a few restaurants, even more bars, and a lot of tourists. Not all of them were gay, but maybe half were. Couples, mostly. It wasn't the nightlife or circuit kind of scene.

Normally, I didn't drink a ton. But it was vacation, and with the heat, the tropical fruit drinks went down easy. I had a good buzz by the time Dad and I had dinner.

He seemed like he had something on his mind as we had a drink at the bar after our meal. "Matty.... I've had three very difficult decisions in my life. Fooling around with you that first time. Divorcing your mom. And asking you to come down here."

"Dad..." I started to object. Everything sexual was off the charts hot between me and my father, but it was still tough to talk about the ramifications. About what the fuck we were doing. I didn't want to spoil the fun with reality.

"All of them were the best decisions I've ever made." I think the drinks were starting to let his inhibitions down, too. "Listen, bud... I know this is just some fun time, and last thing I'd ever want to do is get in the way of you going off to live your life."

This was getting heady, quick. Was Dad saying what I thought he was saying?

Just then a man appeared beside Dad. "Are these seats free?" he asked. The accent was European, but the English was flawless. He was about 55 and very tanned. Handsome, silver hair that was just starting to thin but which he kept trimmed short on the sides. Besides him was a much younger man, maybe a few years older than me, dark haired, thinner and good looking.

Dad blushed as our heart-to-heart conversation was quickly interrupted. I thought for a second he'd say no, but instead he gestured to the seats. "Help yourself," he said.

The couple talked among themselves at first until they got their drink. Then the Daddy struck up a conversation.

"You guys from the States?"

"Yep. Ohio," Dad answered using the script we'd created for ourselves for the week. "You?" Dad could be moody and withdrawn sometimes, but he was great at small talk, with acquaintances and strangers alike. It's one of those skills honed with his job, I realized, as well as the country club set my parents traveled in before Dad came out.

"Germany," he answered. "We come here every year."

"I can see why," I said. "It's fricking amazing."

"Your first time here?" the younger man asked. His English was even smoother, and had more of a British accent, probably from his education.

"Yeah," I said.

"But we'll probably be back."

We talked - about travel, about intergenerational couples, about soccer of all things. Then Walter, the older man, got a sly look on his face. Turning to me, he said. "I should admit I saw you today, Matt. On the beach."

I think I blushed. "That was you? Sorry, man, I didn't realize what was going on till it was too late."

"Wait, these are the guys?" Dad asked, turning from me to the couple.

"You told him," the man chuckled. Then leaning back and putting his arm on Karl's shoulder he smiled. "Yeah, me and Karl love the freedom here. Hope it didn't freak you out."

I shook my head. "No, not at all. Just..."

Dad chimed in. "I think you may have given us an idea or two of how to spend the week."

"Glad we could help," Walter grinned.

"You guys are a cute couple." It was Karl and his directness caught me off guard.

"You, too," I said truthfully,

"There aren't many of us," Walter said.

"Many what?" I could sense my Dad nervous for the first time. Like something was going wrong with the script.

"Intergenerational couples," Walter replied. "You know, daddy-son couples." He looked around. "Though you'll find a good number here."

"Matt and I are still working things out," Dad said. "We're not out or anything back home."

"It's tough," Walter said. "We still don't tell everyone... but we did get married last year."

"Yeah?" I said. I don't know why this surprised me.

Karl lifted his hand to show off a simple gold band, and I could see a matching one on his partner's left hand.

"Congratulations," my dad said.

"Thanks," Walter said. "It can be tough being in an unconventional couple but here we get to be ourselves, right boy?" he nudged Karl's elbow.

Karl laughed and smiled. "Fuck yeah, Daddy."

That hit me hard and turned me on, too.

"Listen, we're heading back but maybe you guys want to come over for dinner tomorrow? A little company would be nice. No pressure."

I looked at Dad and he nodded then turned to the guys. "It'd be our pleasure."

***

Dad and I were a little tipsy when we got back. We stripped down and made out in bed and pretty soon I was feeling up my father's erection. It was a sensation and powerful feel I'd never get sick of. Holding the dick that made me.

"Feels nice, Matty..." Dad hissed. "Only I'm probably too spent from earlier. I think you fucked every bit of cum from my balls."

I laughed then reached down to cup those testicles. "That's OK, Dad," I said. "All right if we fool around a little though? We can get off tomorrow..."

Dad nodded and we spent the next twenty minutes making out and feeling each other up. We started swapping blow jobs. Soft, slow exploratory dick sucking. Dad, then me, then trading places again. I thought of moving around to a 69, but I loved that position between my father's legs, working his hard dick lovingly.

Then it clicked for him, taking us both by surprise. Dad's fingers drew tighter on my neck and his body tensed. Turns out he had some cum left in the tanks after all. And he was spurting it into my sucking mouth.

***

The German guys' bungalow was a little nicer than ours but pretty similar in style. I guess they'd ordered some dinner brought there, because after Walter ushered us in and led us to the back verandah, we saw a big spread set out with some chilled wine.

Walter was casually dressed with an unbuttoned linen shirt that showed off his lightly hairy chest and a pair of cotton shorts. Karl wore less, just a pair of swim trunks.

"I feel over dressed," Dad chuckled as he walked over to shake the young man's hand in greeting.

"Hope you don't mind," Karl grinned. "We normally don't even bother with clothes."

"My son and I have a little exhibitionist streak, if I'm honest," Walter grinned.

That gave Dad and me some pause. Dad especially. He blushed some but tried to play it cool. "To each his own," he said. I saw Walter try to read his face, then mine. I knew something was up. But Walter didn't press it, instead he got up and poured us some wine.

"To new friends," he toasted.

"To new friends," I said in return.

"Prost!" Karl toasted.

We made small talk, and over dinner chatted mostly more about the island and some of the activities you could do, even if it wasn't set up with as much as other resorts. And Dad asked them about their city back in Germany.

Dad and I gave a censored, half-fictionalized version of the truth. Me a college senior, Dad a divorced man in Ohio. The food was good, though I was still getting used to the cuisine.

We were in a relaxed mood as the sunset became night and the low lights on the verandah made the tropical evening seem perfect.

"You think you'll come back?" Karl asked.

Dad looked over at me, a playful glint in his eye. After the sun and the heat of the day, he was getting tipsy from the wine. I had to savor just how incredibly handsome my father was in vacation mode. "Yeah, we're definitely thinking about it," he said, verbally asking for some confirmation of the mood he was feeling. "It's a magical place."

"It is," Karl chimed in. "Father and I love coming every year."

I was definitely feeling a vibe now. Dad was too.

"So... he ventured... the father-son thing... is that a kink thing... you know, roleplay?" His tone was cautious but inquisitive and respectful.

Walter grinned. "Would it bother you if it wasn't just roleplay?" he asked.

Dad shook his head and quietly responded. "No." Looking over at me I realized Dad was getting turned on. "Don't think it would bother Matt either."

"It wouldn't," I assured the other couple.

Karl scooted up to Walter, running his hands along the older man's shoulder. "The family resemblance is hard to deny, isn't it?" he asked impishly. "But people don't expect it to be a possibility."

"Fuck," Dad whispered softly. Then more aloud: "You two are a beautiful couple," he said, with surprising directness.

Walter looked between me and Dad. "You men are, too."

I gulped. Dad did too. But he reached over on the wicker sofa where we were seated and placed his arm on my shoulder. His touch made me break out in goosebumps. "I gotta say...." Dad sighed. "I didn't expect this turn of events."

"We can change the subject," Walter offered.

"It's good to be able to talk about it," I piped in. I don't think I'd realized till then how bottled up it had all between me and Dad. The sneaking around was hot and all but it somehow felt lonely too.

"Happy to," the other father said. "But we're going to follow your lead how much you want to talk about."

Dad looked at me. "What do you think Matt?" he asked quietly.

I nodded. "Yeah," I replied softly. It felt like we were taking a chance, but I knew we wouldn't have another opportunity.

Dad gave me a quick peck then turned back to the other guys, pulling me close. "Matt's my son. We're dating."

Karl smiled. So did Walter. "What does dating mean for you guys?" the older man asked. "Just fucking?"

I shook my head. "We fuck," I said aloud, getting off on the transgression of verbalizing the forbidden. "But Dad's my boyfriend."

That made Walter smile. "For us, the romance is hotter than the sex. Or at least it's connected. Isn't that right son?" he said, patting Karl's bare leg.

"Jah, Papa" the son answered, sliping back into German.

The two leaned in and kissed softly, for longer than Dad and I had. Karl had a big grin on his face when he pulled back. "Dad's a great kisser," he said, returning to English.

I felt flush with heat of excitement. I was getting turned on, both from the voyeurism and from the open embrace of the incest idea.

Dad spoke up. "Matt is too. My boyfriend learned some moves in college," he chuckled playfully. I had to chalk some of Dad's relaxed mood to the wine, because he was definitely more uptight than this normally. But I think he too grasped the rarity of the situation and decided to go with the flow.

Walter leaned back in his seat and smiled at us. "How long have you too been together?" he asked. I could tell he was feeling flush with excitement, too.

"A little over three years," Dad answered. "Though we only talked about the boyfriend thing a year and a half ago."

"We've been involved longer," Walter said. "But like I said last night, we got married last year."

I had half forgotten about their professed wedded status until then. "How the fuck does that work?" I blurted out.

The men laughed, which made me glad I hadn't offended them.

"Would it hold up in a court of law back in Germany?" Walter said. "No. But it's a real marriage. They don't ask for many documents here. Karl and I have a license... and of course the rings," he added flashing his ring finger to display the band. "That's real enough for us."

"God, guys," Dad chimed in. "I have so many questions."

"Feel free to ask them," Walter replied. I could tell he was glad to share his and Karl's experience with us.

So for the next hour that's what he did. We listened to the process of applying for a license in the country and what the civil ceremony was like. We asked how they managed being a couple back home, how to deal with people's expectations and give excuses for living together.

"I won't lie, mates," Karl finally said. "There are some challenges. But nothing beats actually living with your own father as his husband. It's just incredible."

My breath was getting short. Something about the idea felt unreal but very appealing to me at that moment.

***

A half hour later, as we bid good night and thanked them for the hospitality, I could tell it was on Dad's mind too. The heaviness of that idea. We walked along in silence on the quiet deserted back road to our cabana.

"It's an insane idea, Matt," Dad finally said, breaking the silence.

"It is," I replied.

He looked over at me, his older more experienced face somehow seeming nervous and youthful then. "We can't rush into something like that."

"God Dad!" I hissed.

His face scrunched into a look of concern. "Did I say the wrong thing, Matt?"

I shook my head and dropped my voice to a whisper. "You gave me a hardon."

Dad looked down and sure enough saw my shorts tented up, beyond being able to hide it.

"That's my Top Dog," he grinned.

I felt a warmth come over me, and I decided to say the next words. "Would I still be your Top Dog if you did me?"

I let the words hang in the humid air and saw Dad's lips curl up into a faint smile at the corner. His response was measured. "You know you would, Matty," he said, reaching over to rub his hand along my lower back as we walked. "But is that something you want to try?"

I didn't answer him directly because I wasn't sure of the answer myself. Not 100%. "You like it, right, Dad?" I asked.

He nodded. "I do," he replied. "But mostly because you're the one doing me. It's hard to explain."

I mulled it over. I didn't say anything at first, then spoke. "I wanna try it, Dad. I need to know what it feels like."

I expected my father to object or try to talk me out of it. Instead he gave a gentle grin and let out a throaty whisper. "It's gonna be so hot, Matty... I promise." I knew then how much he wanted this. And a part of me felt bad for holding out this long.

Thankfully, we didn't have a long walk back to our bungalow. It was a still quiet night, and I remember the sound and feel of the ceiling fan as we methodically stripped down. Dad's body was tanned from the week, and the coloring made his gray temples stand out more.

"God, you're really fucking handsome, Dad," I hissed, just I peeled down my shorts and let my hardened dick free.

Dad followed suit. It never ceased to turn me on how similar my cock was to his and yet how his looked different. Fuller, meatier somehow. Older.

His skin was warm as he stepped up to me and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a kiss. Sometimes Dad urged me to go slower and softer with the kissing but at that moment he was right at my vibe... horny as fuck.

He growled in my mouth as he pulled back and patted my bare ass. "Why don't you get ready, son?" he asked. "I usually do a couple extra gos at it," he added.

I nodded and went into the bathroom, where Dad's portable enema kit was. I won't lie, this part felt weird at first, since I'd never used one. But I remembered the thrill I always have whenever he prepares himself for me, and I wondered if he felt the same.

I rinsed off and when I came out finally, I felt the thrill of my father's greedy eyes on me. His erection hadn't flagged one bit and I saw that dad cock jerk off his hairy belly.

"I can't believe we're about to do this," he said quietly, his brown eyes roaming all over my naked body. My own dick was jerking back to hardness, quickly.

"That makes two of us," I joked.

He patted the back next to him and I climbed on.

His kiss now was even more possessive, rougher even, as he pawed at me and rolled on top of me. The change of script thrilled me, actually, as did the feeling of his muscular, middle aged body on top of mine.

"I love you, Matt," he said as he raised his body above me, looking down with lust and affection.

"Love you, too, Dad," I replied, automatically. Then less automatically, I added, "Cliff."

That made his nostrils flare and a grunt emerge from deep in his lungs. It was the first time I'd used his first name since the divorce. I was taking a chance using it now, after all our talk of going slow, but after this evening's conversation, it felt right.

He leaned down and kissed my upper chest. A couple of soft pecs against my smooth muscle. "My baby boy," he sighed, and I felt his cock just against my thigh. He made his way down, kissing me and giving a few stray licks. I craved for him to take my dick into his mouth and just start sucking me, but I was also glad he held off, giving my nuts a lick before making his way down my inner thigh.

When he nudged my legs, I didn't need it spelled out. I lifted them up and pulled them back. I was vulnerable now, and open, my ass hole on full display for my father. '

He actually leered as he looked intently at my it, then looked up into my eyes. "I'm serious about what I said earlier, Matt... you'll always be my Top Dog."

Those words hit me deep. There was so much going on between us. The complication of being father and son, yet lovers. The realization that dominance and submission were flip sides of the same coin for us. About penetration, but not about it either.

"I want you to be Top Dog tonight, Cliff," I hissed.

Dad dove in. If my first rim job from Dad the other day was eye-openingly hot, this one felt particularly intense. Dad munched at my ring, and that gentle tickling sensation of his tongue switched into something else in me. Pleasure, but almost a tingling need. Particularly once my father's tongue drilled deeper.

I pulled my legs apart wider and gave Dad full rein of my hole. "Eat me out, Cliff," I grunted. Now relishing the first name basis. "Get your boyfriend's hole ready."

"Fuck, son," he grunted as he pulled back and wiped his chin before resting his thumb at my ring and pressing into its now relaxed state. "I gotta fuck you."

I hissed, feeling nervous and yet wanting it and feeding off the transgression of the whole thing. "Is my father gonna take my cherry?"

Dad nodded, like he was afraid he was gonna break the spell if he spoke. I watched him grab the lube and copy my actions from so many times before. I knew Dad had fooled around with a couple of other guys before we started our affair. But surprisingly, we didn't talk a lot about our sexual histories.

As Dad's fingers pressed into me, a second lubed one going in along the first, I shuddered to realized we'd have to talk about our sexual pasts, like boyfriends eventually do.

"Damn, Matty," Dad growled. "You're opening right up." I could sense the surprise in his voice and maybe a little disbelief that I was cherry.

"My father is really good at this," I shot back.

Dad leaned up on his knees, his paternal hardon throbbing as he drizzled lube on it. "You know," he said, stroking the slickness along his length. "Before we started, I would sometimes jerk off fantasizing about this," he said, taking a second to add some lube to my own prick. "I felt guilty as hell," he added with a smirk as he set down the lube again.

Those words hit me deep. I'd relaxed my legs some so they wouldn't cramp, but Dad was silently instructing me to place them on his shoulders before he leaned in and reached down to guide his cock. Not into me, but pressing against my vulnerable pucker.

"Did I get your cherry, Cliff?" I asked. Riding the knife's egde between sex talk and boyfriend talk. I'd never had the guts to ask Dad that the first time I fucked him. I was asking him now.

He shook his head. "No, Matt. That would have been hot though." He stared down into my face. "Too much?" he asked. Already he was pushing forward against my guarded entrance.

"Feels weird," I laughed nervously.

"It's gonna," he explained. In the back of my head I realized this was some fucked up version of the father-son birds-and-bees talk. My dad explaining how sex works. "Just focus on how much you want your dad to fuck you."

There was something crude and direct about that, and it made my hole unclench. There was a sting and a fullness as my father's cock bore into me.

"God yes, son," Dad cried.

My hands clenched at his arms, and I stifled my own cry. It didn't hurt exactly but it was the shock more than anything that caught me off guard. My mind wanting it, but my body resisting.

"I got ya baby boy," Dad hissed. "Your daddy's got ya."

"Fuck, Dad," I whimpered. I felt vulnerable and a little helpless and, yeah, that was messing with my jock ego some. But Dad was being my Rock at that moment. The man I could be vulnerable with. My insides unclenched and I felt myself being filled more steadily and deeply. This time, it felt amazing.

"Shit," I hissed, my talon grip turning into caresses of my father's strong arms.

"Yeah, Matty...? Feeling good?" He knew, but also was confirming.

"Feeling great, Cliff," I grunted. "Dad."

"That conversation... those guys tonight..." Dad said as he bottomed out. "That got you worked up, didn't it?"

Oh fuck, Dad knew how to take me to that emotional place, all right. I nodded and felt my cock surge back to full rigidity. The harder my dick got the more it interacted with the buzzing of my prostate. Now I knew what Dad loved about bottoming.

"I don't wanna cross any lines, Dad," I replied.

Dad flashed a grin then his face got stone-cold serious before he leaned down to claim another kiss. We made out some, as best we could in that position as my father's dick started its slow pump of my hole.

When he leaned back he got into a steadier rhythm, and at a better angle to hit my spot. "I don't wanna cross any lines, either, son," Dad grunted as he held onto my outer legs and started fucking more steadily. "But hearing them talk about marriage got me pretty fucking worked up."

I watched in excitement and amusement as Dad fucked me. He was closer to cumming than even I realized and I could see the telltale look I'd seen dozens of times before on him. "Fuck me, Cliff!" I urged. "Fuck your boyfriend."

"You're my son," Dad grunted, sweat forming on his body now as his muscles clenched in rhythm. The thrusts were faster and heavier but not too rough. I was getting my cherry popped in the best way possible. "I'm fucking my own son," he cried, louder.

"God yeah, Dad!" I cried. I was stroking my cock now, and getting closer.

"My hot stud virgin son." It was wild to see my button-down, sometimes uptight dad let loose during sex. He was going all in now.

"Not virgin any more," I shot back.

That did. Dad's face turned red and he humped me excitedly with a few rapid strokes and then he was cumming, deep and hard. "God fucking DAMN!" he roared, glad to be able to let loose. I felt it, the impact of his deep thrust, and I knew he was seeding me good and hard.

The fuck had been kind of quick and overwhelming in its novel physical sensations. But I know realized the thrill that I finally had taken a man's cock and it was my father's. And my first cum, too. As I stroked, a wicked thought occurred to me that Dad's would be the only cum ever to enter me. Something about that fantasy, or maybe reality, had my own sperm jetting out of my cock, surprising me in the suddenness of my own orgasm.

"Let it out, Matty," Dad hissed, now coming down from his own high but thrilled to watch me cum.

I love fucking men. So I can't say this was a better cum than inside a man's hole, but it felt different and wonderful in that unique way. I got it now, what made men want this. My cum lasted longer than any I'd ever had.

I was exhausted when Dad finally pulled out and let my legs rest back down on the bed. "Good?" he asked me as he lazily stroked my abs and chest. Again, knowing it was but confirming. Checking in.

I nodded. "Jesus, Dad," I sighed. Words couldn't capture everything I was feeling and thinking, so I didn't try.

I shut my eyes and caught my breath and heard Dad get up to go to the bathroom. When he returned he was wiping down my cum-covered body with a damp wash rag. It was a simple gesture and felt surprisingly intimate.

"Thank you for that, son," Dad sighed. "If nothing else this week, I'll remember that."

I leaned up. Loving the fact of being naked in bed with Dad. "It was a gift to me, too, Cliff. For real."

We kissed, soft this time, and I could tell our cocks were jerking in that uncomfortable in between state, not ready to go soft but not able to enjoy sexual stimulation either.

Dad patted my shoulder when we broke the kiss. "Sorry if I went to far with the marriage talk."

My heart fluttered. "I don't know what to say, Dad," I sighed as I looked into his beautiful brown eyes. "I just... I know you just got out of a divoce and it's just all impossible anyway."

"It is," Dad chimed in, grounding me in reality. Grounding us in reality. "But if we wanna get carried away by the fantasy... just this week, you know..." he stopped mid sentence. Feeling me out.

"I wanna," I replied. "But you gotta tell me when I'm going too far."

"Same... it goes the other way, too," Dad said. He plopped down on the bed next to me, cuddling up to me some. "I love you Top Dog."

"Love you, too, Cliff.... Babe," I added, tossing out a term of affection that felt new and maybe a little awkward to us with my father. "So much."

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Sims au: Old Helex, Castle Heights, Old Dreadnaught Castle| Overlord

Brought to you by popular demand we are now featuring a tour of the infamous, Dreadnaught Castle! This castle has gone by many names over the centuries and certainly has a reputation of a sort but it's current owner has certainly done quite a deal to turn this crumbling old fortress into a magnificent mansion! Now this tour may take us awhile ( a reblog or two) due to its sheer size, but don't let that deter you! This masterpiece is worth the long walk! Should you survive ....

Rather than a street view look we'll start this tour with an aerial shot of this sprawling estate. From it's magnificent front towers to it's beautiful gardens and lovely private pool this mansion features of plenty modern touches to bring the crumbling relic up to our contemporary standards. With solar panels galore, on-site farming, rain capture water heaters, and natural springs this space does it's best to erase whatever carbon footprint it might take to keep this place up and running. And the incredibly manicured gardens surely- wait...do those trees look...phallic to anyone else?

*ahem* Yes, well, phalic nature of the tree-lined exterior approach aside, the gardens are excellently maintained and offer lovely moments of picturesque splendor in this quaint countryside. And what a front walk this makes for! With a romantic fountain, iron lampposts, and an expansive patio with elegant architecture this space certainly holds to higher standard of elegance and atmosphere.

Continuing our tour of the grounds, we'll be starting with the southern garden path. This lovely pathway beckons us in with a fantastical archway and leads down an ancient but lovingly restored path to the Castle's growing fields. While not terribly expansive this section of the grounds do offer horribly fertile ground to grow grapes for the ground's famous in-house wine. I'm told that most of the manor's food needs can also be supplemented from these fields and offer a lovely tableau for the grilling and picnicking area adjacent to the fields. This outdoor rest area looks out perfectly over the estate's expansive pond, which we will happily explore next!

This large pond can be easily accessed via the posterior entrance to the estate grounds as well as from the Castle directly. The Castle entrance here leads from the ground-floor laundry and storage area directly onto this waterway and it's lovely collection of flora and fauna. With romantic archways and grottoes reserved for enjoying the beauty of nature one can hardly blame Overlord, the current owner, from doing his best to stock the pond with local wildlife. Why there's a lovely pair of swans who- Is that an Alligator? No not the log, the thing next to the log. I saw it move! I did! Right there! I- ugh... okay fine. Let's move on to finish the tour of the grounds.

This long back walk opens toward the road leading to the estate and back out to the road, allowing access to staff and guests alike from the rear should they not wish to traverse the long drive to the front entrance of the estate. Though, I'm told it's bad manners to approach the estate in this manner. The walk is lined with lovely memorials to beloved pets who once walked these grounds and opens up to the west side of the grounds which feature a historical graveyard that has largely been overtaken by native plant growth, now cut back and cultivated to reveal more of the old facade. How odd though that some of those graves seem freshly dug. Also why is there a giant bonfire located near the gravesite? Hm. Yes well, moving on. The West end of the grounds also feature some ruins from the old castle which have been left intact for posterity but removed from the castle proper due to their crumbling nature and state of disrepair. And with the grounds wrapped up, let's head on inside for the rest of the tour!

We enter on the ground floor into the lovely foyer which features many of the estates modernized furniture while also highlighting the eras that have come before. Particularly the nineteen twenties which saw quite a bit of activity for the Castle! With lovely art deco revival pieces and stately vintage furniture to highlight updated facades and restored architecture, this foyer feels grand and welcoming. The water feature in particular is quite lovely and an amazing statement piece! Huh, that vase...is that really an urn? Hm. I'm sure I must just be mistaking it for a funeral urn, that's all. Shall we move on?

Heading into the hallway on the right we've entered into a stately passageway that features some lovely modern art pieces as well as a bit of industrial storage while still providing access to the safety measures included in the castle to protect the owner's vast investment into this home.

Heading into the door on the right and we've entered into the ground floor office space. This cozy den has plenty of charm and really highlights the use of industrial, art deco, and luxury inspired pieces to create a cohesive and good-looking environment. The office's private bathroom also features lovely tile work that manages to avoid feeling cramped thanks to the vaulted ceilings and large mirror. Just around the corner from the couch is the first set of stairs on the east end of the castle, which will eventually become the east tower. Ah and I see we've included a few antique taxidermy pieces. What a...lovely vulture skull. Oh and a preserved cow-plant! How...unsettling beautiful. Erm, let's just head on out shall we?

We'll head next into the door at the end of the hall which leads us into the ground-floor laundry which has access to both the exterior grounds as well as the pool deck and patio space! The laundry itself is serviceable and feels charming with much of the original stonework and infrastructure remaining intact. And with this room we'll go ahead and take a break before returning to our impressive tour!

[xiaq]

What questions do you ask a real estate agent when you're looking into a place? Asking since I want to know what to look for when I am eventually browsing realty sites :)

Well, it depends on the place, really. And I've only bought a house once, but I guess the basics:

Always ask for a Market Analysis of the Property and the Seller's Disclosure agreement. Those will be the best place to start (especially the latter). But, in general:

Age of house

Age of plumbing/electric/AC/furnace/heater/roof/windows

Type of sewage/heating/cooling

What's parking/the garage like (many places in cities won't have parking, if that's something you care about)

Trash/recycling/composting available through city?

If the current owner has performed updates to the property

If there are trees on the property, how old are they, how big will they get, do any impact the roof or gutters?

what direction does the house/driveway face (important for snow/ice reasons depending on location)

If the current owner is aware of any damage or structural issues

If it's part of a duplex/multiple units in one building:

how are each unit's utilities metered for water, gas, and electricity?Can we get a copy of the last year’s utility bills for water, gas, and electric for the unit? Is there an HOA or Party Wall Agreement and how does that work--get a copy of the formal document laying out communication/relationship/arbitration etc. between owners. Is there a history of arbitration that is available or minutes from HOA meetings that are available? How are HOA elections held, how are dues determined and paid, and have there been any special assessments within the last few years?

If there are solar panels:

Are they paid off? Is there proof they're paid off? how is ownership and maintenance of those panels handled and transferred? Are the panels for the entire building or just this unit?

Also just, what's the neighborhood like if you're unfamiliar. Walk around at different types of day. Is it mostly retirees? Young, loud, people? Folks with dogs? Get a feel for the environment.

[rjzimmerman]

Excerpt from this Op-Ed from the New York Times:

To keep the lights on, many utility companies are proposing to build dozens of new power plants that burn natural gas. North Carolina-based Duke Energy alone wants to add 8.9 gigawatts of new gas-fired capacity — more than the entire country added in 2023. Using their own projections of soaring energy demands as justification, these companies are also pushing back on the climate targets set by their states and the Biden administration.

If state regulators sign off on these plans, they will be gambling with our country’s future. We need to electrify everything from cars to appliances to slow climate change, but we won’t be able to reach our climate goals if we power all of those machines with dirty energy.

There is a better way. But to get there, legislators will need to overhaul the incentives driving utilities to double down on natural gas, so that they can turn a profit without cooking the planet.

Companies like Duke, Dominion Energy and Georgia Power argue that they need more gas-fired plants to reliably provide power during times of peak demand — for instance, on a hot summer weekday afternoon when home cooling systems and data servers are all humming at maximum output, and the grid strains to keep up. But those peaks tend to materialize only for a few dozen hours per year, and there are ways to deal with them that don’t require a massive amount of new methane-burning infrastructure.

The real reason the utilities want to build these plants is quite simple: The more stuff they build, the more money they make. Regulators let utilities charge their customers enough money to cover what they spend on assets like combustion turbines and wires, plus a generous rate of return (up to 10 percent) for their investors. This longstanding arrangement incentivizes power providers to build expensive things whether society needs them or not, in lieu of lower-cost, cleaner options, and to invoke their duty to keep the lights on as a post hoc rationalization.

Fortunately, utilities have plenty of ways to meet this new need.

They include “virtual power plants” — when technologies such as home batteries, rooftop solar systems, smart water heaters and thermostats are linked together and managed via software to provide the same services as a conventional power plant. Utilities in Vermont, Colorado and Massachusetts are already using them, to quickly respond to rising demand at a much lower cost than operating natural gas combustion turbines. According to one estimate, virtual power plants could lower U.S. utilities’ costs by as much as $35 billion over the next decade.

Utilities could also accelerate efforts to replace outdated transmission lines with newer ones that can carry double the electric current and to bring more battery storage online. They can compensate customers for using less energy during times when demand is high and invest far more in energy efficiency, helping customers to adopt devices that use less electricity.

All of these solutions would save customers money and reduce carbon emissions. They could, according to a Department of Energy analysis, meet the entire projected growth in U.S. peak electricity demand over the next decade.

[spacetimewithstuartgary]

NASA’s Europa Clipper Gets Set of Super-Size Solar Arrays

The largest spacecraft NASA has ever built for planetary exploration just got its ‘wings’ — massive solar arrays to power it on the journey to Jupiter’s icy moon Europa.

NASA’s Europa Clipper spacecraft recently got outfitted with a set of enormous solar arrays at the agency’s Kennedy Space Center in Florida. Each measuring about 46½ feet (14.2 meters) long and about 13½ feet (4.1 meters) high, the arrays are the biggest NASA has ever developed for a planetary mission. They have to be large so they can soak up as much sunlight as possible during the spacecraft’s investigation of Jupiter’s moon Europa, which is five times farther from the Sun than Earth is.

The arrays have been folded up and secured against the spacecraft’s main body for launch, but when they’re deployed in space, Europa Clipper will span more than 100 feet (30.5 meters) — a few feet longer than a professional basketball court. The “wings,” as the engineers call them, are so big that they could only be opened one at a time in the clean room of Kennedy’s Payload Hazardous Servicing Facility, where teams are readying the spacecraft for its launch period, which opens Oct. 10.

Flying in Deep Space

Meanwhile, engineers continue to assess tests conducted on the radiation hardiness of transistors on the spacecraft. Longevity is key, because the spacecraft will journey more than five years to arrive at the Jupiter system in 2030. As it orbits the gas giant, the probe will fly by Europa multiple times, using a suite of science instruments to find out whether the ocean underneath its ice shell has conditions that could support life.

Powering those flybys in a region of the solar system that receives only 3% to 4% of the sunlight Earth gets, each solar array is composed of five panels. Designed and built at the Johns Hopkins Applied Physics Laboratory (APL) in Laurel, Maryland, and Airbus in Leiden, Netherlands, they are much more sensitive than the type of solar arrays used on homes, and the highly efficient spacecraft will make the most of the power they generate.

At Jupiter, Europa Clipper’s arrays will together provide roughly 700 watts of electricity, about what a small microwave oven or a coffee maker needs to operate. On the spacecraft, batteries will store the power to run all of the electronics, a full payload of science instruments, communications equipment, the computer, and an entire propulsion system that includes 24 engines.

While doing all of that, the arrays must operate in extreme cold. The hardware’s temperature will plunge to minus 400 degrees Fahrenheit (minus 240 degrees Celsius) when in Jupiter’s shadow. To ensure that the panels can operate in those extremes, engineers tested them in a specialized cryogenic chamber at Liège Space Center in Belgium.

“The spacecraft is cozy. It has heaters and an active thermal loop, which keep it in a much more normal temperature range,” said APL’s Taejoo Lee, the solar array product delivery manager. “But the solar arrays are exposed to the vacuum of space without any heaters. They’re completely passive, so whatever the environment is, those are the temperatures they get.”

About 90 minutes after launch, the arrays will unfurl from their folded position over the course of about 40 minutes. About two weeks later, six antennas affixed to the arrays will also deploy to their full size. The antennas belong to the radar instrument, which will search for water within and beneath the moon’s thick ice shell, and they are enormous, unfolding to a length of 57.7 feet (17.6 meters), perpendicular to the arrays.

“At the beginning of the project, we really thought it would be nearly impossible to develop a solar array strong enough to hold these gigantic antennas,” Lee said. “It was difficult, but the team brought a lot of creativity to the challenge, and we figured it out.”

More About the Mission

Europa Clipper’s three main science objectives are to determine the thickness of the moon’s icy shell and its interactions with the ocean below, to investigate its composition, and to characterize its geology. The mission’s detailed exploration of Europa will help scientists better understand the astrobiological potential for habitable worlds beyond our planet.

Managed by Caltech in Pasadena, California, NASA’s Jet Propulsion Laboratory leads the development of the Europa Clipper mission in partnership with APL for NASA’s Science Mission Directorate in Washington. APL designed the main spacecraft body in collaboration with JPL and NASA’s Goddard Space Flight Center in Greenbelt, Maryland, NASA’s Marshall Space Flight Center in Huntsville, Alabama, and Langley Research Center in Hampton, Virginia. The Planetary Missions Program Office at Marshall executes program management of the Europa Clipper mission.

NASA’s Launch Services Program, based at Kennedy, manages the launch service for the Europa Clipper spacecraft, which will launch on a SpaceX Falcon Heavy rocket from Launch Complex 39A at Kennedy.

TOP IMAGE: NASA’s Europa Clipper is seen here on Aug. 21 at the agency’s Kennedy Space Center in Florida. Engineers and technicians deployed and tested the giant solar arrays to be sure they will operate in flight. Credit: NASA/Frank Michaux

CENTRE IMAGE: NASA’s Europa Clipper is seen here on Aug. 21 in a clean room at Kennedy Space Center after engineers and technicians tested and stowed the spacecraft’s giant solar arrays. Credit: NASA/Frank Michaux

LOWER IMAGE: This artist’s concept depicts NASA’s Europa Clipper spacecraft in orbit around Jupiter. The mission’s launch period opens Oct. 10. Credit: NASA/JPL-Caltech

[sparksinthenight]

Get solar panels, get energy efficient retrofitting, get low flush toilets, get LED lights, take the #bus or get an electric car if you really can’t afford to not drive. Only buy what you really, really need. Live in a small home. Live in an apartment if you can. Don’t eat meat. Buy stuff with less plastic packaging. Reuse whatever you can. And most of all, work to destroy capitalism and colonialism. Get a tankless water heater. Get an electric stove. Keep the heating and the air conditioning in your home low. Pick up litter. Use active transportation like walking when you can. Don’t buy acrylic clothes. Buy less, buy less, buy less. Use reusable bottles, cups, plates, bowls, utensils, straws, containers, bags. Wear clothes until you can’t. Don’t buy any clothes you don’t need. I haven’t bought clothes in 8 years. Buy local food. Plant trees. Recycle. And most of all, work to destroy capitalism and colonialism.

[seattle-to-san-diego]

Fri, June 14

Aaron and Jay were on for fulfilling Marissa’s wish ~ a post graduation crab boil with a gluten free dessert. Done and done!! Everyone was thrilled with the results.

Marissa gave us a stand up post meal presentation of her work. Native tribes struggle mightily with the lack, expense and disruption of power. She has single handily made contacts, built relationships, developed a turnkey method for preparing for grants and implemented key research to gain inroads into the installation of solar micro grids. Marissa’s one smart, wise, humble, honest and kind cookie. The same goes for Haley. Really blown away by her charm, smarts and inner glow. May they each find happiness always. 💓💓

We begged off breakfast in the morning with the idea of getting a jump on traffic to San Diego. In the meantime, we felt the need for some Kate and Aaron time on the water. And a drink. Scored a table at Oku on a second floor patio with a gas heater and setting sun!

There’s a lot to process about San Diego. What’s important now though is that the event was a raging success. And we know we’re going to have some wonderful young people visit us in Maine. There may be a trip to Nepal in our future too!?!

[daintydoilypon]

You say you had to level up to evolve into a woman? What about trans women like me? What are our prerequisites ?

You just need an additional rock, what kind of rock? Depends on what kind of woman you wanna evolve into:

Leaf stone, you become a plant lady, I don't make the rules of nature. Though, you also might become a vegan. It's a 3.57% chance, so be careful with that rock if you like meat.

Water stone makes ya thirsty woman, make sure you have a water bottle by your bed or you'll wake up like Spongebob without his helmet in Sandy's dome. Will look good with wet hair now though.

Fire stone, you are the rare type of woman that runs hot, people will use you as space heater. If you don't like being touched, too bad, you are the heating pad now. Also might be spicy, what kind of spicy? That is something we all must find within ourselves.

Thunder Stone, thunder thighs. Tis a blessing and a curse, depends on the woman you ask, take that as you will.

Ice stone or touching the ice cube, 99.9% of women are always cold. It's a fact that we are heat leeches, it's in all the biology books, trust me. If you use this stone, you will gain the perk of cold feet, good weapon against your partner, but they may get sick of your cold feet shit and force you to wear socks to bed, which is a sin towards all. Weigh the pros and cons.

Dusk Stone, you will be active only at night, great for clubbing or gaming sessions depending on what kind of woman you are. May develop the move "insomnia", which takes several steps to replace with another move, bad for competitive play, but your nights will be legendary.

Dawn stone, you morning woman you. You get so much done in the day, but you will crash once the sun descends beyond the horizon, like those solar panel lights that only shine for like 3 seconds because you put them in a weird spot in your lawn, and you become a tired husk that must bath in lavender scented epsom salts, but that's treating yourself bby.

Love and friendship gives you the perk of self-love, which is rare in all womenkind. We pretend to have it, you know, 'fake it til you make it', and you will fall into this circle of love and hate at times, but the highs will be highs bby gurl.

[beardedmrbean]

Wait wasn’t it the boomers that preach to us this “We need to save the world!” shit? I mean would could have better eco system if wasn’t for say

1. The US, USSR/China piss competition that was the Cold War

2. SEVERAL countries being fucked over thanks to the push of communism/US meddling/ etc and many of those countries are still recovering from it.

3. I mean in the west developed countries, people have fucking meltdowns over a Japan McDonald’s wholesome family tweet. So our family unit need some fixing

4. Manufactured nihilism, so a lot of people don’t give about themselves much less the environment.

5. Have corporations that being run by medically confirmed sociopaths.

I can say more, but Greta sweetie, I know you want to do good, but blaming the older generation thinking many were hellbent on destroying the earth isn’t so simple. Many do/did want to save the world, but we have to deal with the fallout of ww2, communist dumbasses, and so much more with humanity itself before we can do the ideal environmentalism.

Was confused for a moment till I remembered I'd scheduled that one, was gonna run it yesterday but I had to get around the subscription wall which is more complicated than a paywall.

In the end just archiving it works but the links in the article don't work if you do that, which is what I had to do.

It's not even the stuff you're mentioning up there either. I had a 1966 Plymouth Fury III there was this weird green plastic thing with a device inside it and a couple vacuum hoses attached to it, one in one out.

Primitive Smog control device, if you never worked on older cars that were manufactured for sale in California you'll never see one, but every vehicle sold in CA had a smog control device for the longest time, all changed when the auto industry realized it was cheaper to just do the same thing to every car, it's something that's been going on since before I was even born though, so current generation isn't the first to care or take action.

Been lots of missteps along the way, the shift from paper bags to plastic ones at grocery stores is a big one, people thought it would save the trees and it didn't do much there and now we've got a totally different problem.

Hole in the ozone layer on the other hand, we got that issue taken care of and it's on the mend, has been since long before gretta was born too.

National parks predate my grandparents, thanks Teddy, leaving large swaths of land alone for the purpose of conservation.

My grandparents when they got their pool installed in the early 80's had a big fat solar water heater installed so it could heat the water for that as well as the water for the house, weren't super common but they existed and were in use by people who wanted to both be nice to the earth and lower their gas bill at the same time.

Nearly all of the solutions being discussed by the young climate weekend warriors involve technology developed for the purpose they want it used for before they were born.

I'm just dandy with people wanting to save the earth, I've been trying to do my part for decades now, which I would appreciate it if gretta and co would acknowledge instead of acting like they're the first people ever to give a damn.

Several centuries of damage all culminating at the peak of the industrial revolution that we need to undo, that takes time and being a snobby, whiny, self important, twit who bashes everyone who came before her, who's shoulders she's standing on, doesn't do anything real.

And quite possibly does more harm than good.

Not going to totally blame her though, she did start out as a pawn on someone else's game and to some extent she still is.

[thoughtnami]

45 Candles

I have just completed my 45th solar revolution.

It was a rough year. It was a troubling year. It was a challenging year. But by the time It ended, I began to rebuild myself.

I had been in a funk and hated a lot about myself for way too long. I hated that I wasn’t in a place I needed to be professionally. I hated that I was still stuck in a position that I couldn’t get out of. I hated that I couldn’t convince the love of my life to come live with me down here so we could start a life and a family together, and when she died… I hated myself for fighting harder to make that happen.

I felt like my life had come to an end. I felt like I had nothing to live for. I felt like I didn’t need to stay around. And with signs telling not to look forward to things I wanted to see and do anymore, and the country you live in continues to embrace hatred over love, greed over grace, and pain over peace, I was in a dark, dark place.

So much bad luck. Water heater leaks. Losing ¼ of my clothing and a whole lot of irreplaceable items like books, comics, photos, and other things to water damage. Months later, I lost my computer, my tether to the outside world.

I felt like I was cursed.

I felt like staying in my bed because there was nothing worth getting up for. And even in that frustration on my lowest day, I started to be more reflective about some things.

I have my health. My right eye is blurry, but at least I could see color and basic shapes (but not details), but I’m still healthy for the most part. I still have a family that still loves the hell out of me. I still have a hole in the wall where I can rest my head. I have friends. Most of them are online, but I am ever-so-grateful to have them in my life.

The more I thought about the good things in life and not focusing so much on the bad stuff, the more I realized I’m actually okay. I wasn’t cursed. I wasn’t damned. I was okay. Life was fine. Not perfect, but fine.

I felt like I needed to start over and find focus in things I left behind a long time ago.

I started to write again.

I started to draw again.

I started to be more creative again.

I looked back at the things I’ve done decades ago and wondered where that guy was. Whatever happened to that guy who just loved what he was doing and created folders full of sketches and stories? I know I can’t go back to what I used to be, but I’m rediscovering that side of me I felt was long buried, and you know what?

I’m actually enjoying this trip now. It’s been way too long since I felt so… happy and unafraid? That’s what that feeling is. I missed it. So, today, January 21, I've turned 45, and I’m looking forward to seeing where this next solar revolution will take me.

[waterheaterrepairfrisco]

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[bumblebeeappletree]

Emma and Edo were once a hotel stage show dance team, until they quit to live out their dream of rescuing animals (Emma) and farming (Edo) on the island of Tenerife. They bought cheap land and began to transform the rocky, dusty soil into a lush homestead.

In the beginning, it was just Emma, Edo, and some family toiling on the land to create basic accommodation. This was at a time of bare basics, with no electricity, running water, or toilets. Soon they were joined by volunteers, and they got creative building homes out of old vans, hillside caves, mud and clay, and scrap materials (including a lot of old pallet wood).

After a couple years, they had expanded beyond an animal sanctuary into a full-fledged community with 40 to 50 volunteers living on-site who all worked to live as lightly on the land as possible. The Tenerife Horse Rescue community is completely off-grid, using solar power, but also clever inventions like a horse poo water heater and a pedal-powered washing machine.

Since the average rainfall on Tenerife is between 11 to 30 millimeters for most of the year, all water is reused. Kitchen and shower water (greywater) is filtered with natural materials like pebbles and papyrus. Toilet water (blackwater) goes through a more rigorous process of biofilters. First it goes into tanks where it is oxygenated to separate liquids and solids, then it flows into a biofilter basin which works as a hydroponic pond (gravel, water, plants but no soil). Then it goes through a biofilter basins which use gravel and papyrus to trap particles and compounds after which it is finally clean enough to water the garden.

To feed what has now become a small village of people and animals, the villagers have graduated from dumpster diving to “freeganism”: they have an established relationship with a local supermarket to collect all damaged, ugly or out-of-date food. Every day, three volunteers pick up new van loads of food, it is then sorted for humans or animals.

To be sure that nothing gets wasted, and to give back to the community, they’ve gone one step further by registering as a local food bank so they can distribute food to local low-income families and other animal sanctuaries.

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Drone footage of Tenerife: @madairadventure5201

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