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[centrevillesentinel]

Film Study Elective May Be in it's Final Year

Upon walking into class, Film Study students are likely to hear Mr. Munson update the room on whatever he watched over the weekend, with reviews ranging from “meh” to “very good.” They may also hear about the progress of his YouTube channel, debate the uses of artificial intelligence in film, and share their own weekend viewings. It is a classroom characterized not only by watching films, though…

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Panther Solo Prototypes, 1984. After bankruptcy Panther was resurrected under new Korean ownership by Young Chull Kim. He set about developing a new 2-seat mid-engined sports car powered by a 1.6 litre Ford CVH engine. The car was presented at the British Motor Show in Birmingham and was well received though it was far from production ready. Around this time Toyota launched the MR2, Young Chull Kim drove Toyota's new mid-engined sports which was very similar in concept to the Solo. He quickly realised the MR2 would be cheaper, faster and better than the Solo in almost every way so cancelled his car and started work on a larger 2+2 Solo II

[fratttymatty]

The Popular Effect

(All characters are 18+)

Elliot Price was the kind of eighteen-year-old who made other nerds look cool. Buttoned-up shirt, tucked too tightly into khakis, a pen always clipped to his shirt pocket—even though he took notes on a laptop. He had straight A’s, no social life, and a permanent seat in the front row of every class.

Especially in Mrs. Davis’s Literature class.

Mrs. Davis was the kind of teacher students actually liked—strict but kind, fair but tough, with a way of making Shakespeare sound exciting and grammar seem like a tool of power. Elliot adored her. If he could've nominated her for sainthood, he would've.

The same couldn’t be said for Matt Carver.

Matt was the golden boy. Captain of the football team. Killer smile. Swagger in every step. And the worst part? He got away with everything. Teachers, girls, guys—everyone loved him. Everyone except Elliot.

It was fifth period on a Thursday. Elliot sat with his laptop open, ready to soak in every syllable of Mrs. Davis’s lecture on The Great Gatsby, when Matt slouched into class five minutes late, grinning like he owned the room.

“Nice of you to join us, Mr. Carver,” Mrs. Davis said, only slightly annoyed.

Matt flopped into his seat at the back and pulled a pen from someone else’s bag. “Wouldn’t miss a chance to hear you talk about how tragic rich people are.”

The class chuckled. Mrs. Davis rolled her eyes but continued. That was when Matt started really going off.

“You ever think about how boring this book is?” he said loud enough for everyone to hear. “I bet Gatsby was just another loser nerd like Elliot.”

The class burst out laughing.

Elliot turned bright red.

Mrs. Davis cleared her throat sharply. “That’s enough, Matt.”

But Matt wasn’t done. Leaning back, he smirked and said, “Yo, Mrs. Davis. Don’t ya wish you were a popular girl? Bet you were a nerd in school. Probably sat where Elliot’s sittin’, huh?”

A ripple of laughter ran through the class. Mrs. Davis’s mouth tightened, but she didn’t respond. Instead, she just told everyone to focus and carried on with the lesson.

Matt and his friends left early for football practice. Elliot watched him swagger out, slapping hands and tossing his usual charm around like confetti. But what Elliot didn’t see was the way Matt subtly placed a small, glittery pink bottle on Mrs. Davis’s desk.

It was Mia’s lip gloss. Mia was Matt’s girlfriend—head cheerleader, the queen bee of the school. Why her lip gloss was now on Mrs. Davis’s desk… no one noticed. No one except Matt. And maybe Mia.

After class, Elliot lingered for a moment, gathering his notes. Mrs. Davis stood at her desk, staring at the lip gloss.

She looked around the empty classroom, hesitating.

Then she uncapped it.

A sugary bubblegum scent filled the room as she dabbed a little on her lips.

And then—

Her breath hitched. Her eyes widened.

She staggered slightly, clutching the desk, her features shifting before Elliot’s stunned eyes. Her brown hair brightened into a platinum blonde, straightening into silky locks that bounced with every sudden head-tilt. Her glasses vanished. Her makeup became vibrant, lashes thick and fluttery.

Her business-casual clothes shimmered and transformed into a skintight, sparkly pink crop top and a cheer skirt with “CVHS” printed on it in rhinestones.

Mrs. Davis—the forty-something, wise, literary woman—was gone.

In her place stood an 18-year-old bombshell with a giggle that made Elliot’s stomach twist.

“Oh my gawd,” she squealed, flipping her hair. “Like, this is totes wild, y’know?”

Elliot stared, mouth open.

She looked down at herself and squealed again. “Ugh, finally! Being all, like, serious and teacher-y was sooo lame. I’m Lexi now. OMG, how adorbs is that?!”

“Mrs… Davis?” Elliot managed.

She rolled her eyes. “Ew, no! Like, who’s that even? I’m Lexi Summers, duh.” She popped her gum—where did that come from?—and winked. “Later, nerd-boy!”

And with that, Lexi strutted out of the classroom, hips swaying, texting on a hot-pink phone that hadn’t existed seconds earlier.

Elliot sat frozen in his seat, feeling the ground beneath his world begin to crack.

Tomorrow, everything would change.

Elliot didn’t sleep.

How could he? The image of Mrs. Davis transforming into Lexi Summers played over and over in his mind, like some twisted magical TikTok filter that had hijacked his entire sense of reality.

But when he walked into school Friday morning, reality hit harder.

There she was.

In the middle of the courtyard, sitting cross-legged on a picnic table in her cheer skirt and bubblegum-pink crop top, surrounded by Matt, Mia, and the rest of the popular crew, was Lexi—giggling, flipping her platinum-blonde hair, twirling a rhinestone-covered pen between her fingers.

And the most messed-up part? No one seemed to remember Mrs. Davis at all. Not the teachers. Not the students. Not even the principal. Everyone acted like Lexi had always been there.

Elliot lingered behind a tree, stunned. He clutched his books to his chest like a shield. His world had flipped, and he was the only one who noticed.

Then Lexi spotted him.

“O.M.G.,” she gasped, hopping off the table with a sparkly bounce. “Elliot! You look so… same-y. That’s, like, a tragedy.”

She was in front of him before he could move, practically bouncing on her toes, eyes wide and bright like polished glass.

“W-what happened to you?” Elliot stammered. “You were… you were a teacher.”

Lexi tilted her head. “Ugh. Gag me. Don’t even say that. I was, like, so boring before. But now I’m me—Lexi Summers. Queen of vibes, duh.”

Matt swaggered up behind her, tossing an arm around her waist. “Told you, nerd. You saw the glow-up. Now it’s your turn.”

“I—I don’t want a glow-up,” Elliot said weakly.

“Oh, honey,” Lexi cooed, patting his cheek. “It’s not about what you want. It’s about what you could be.”

Mia twirled a blue bottle of glittery lip gloss between her fingers, smiling like a villain from a sugar-sweet fairy tale. “This isn’t just about making you hot. It’s about making you, like, relevant.”

Lexi turned to Elliot, eyes sparkling. “After school. Boys’ locker room. Don’t make us come get you.”

And then they were gone, strutting away in perfect sync.

Elliot should have run.

He should have taken the long way home, blocked the school on every map, and transferred.

But something deep in his chest—something weak, bitter, and curious—dragged him to the locker room.

It was empty.

Except for Lexi, Mia, and Matt—waiting by a glowing mirror propped up against the lockers, shimmering with pulses of neon blue and pink.

“This is the Mirror of Makeover,” Lexi said dramatically, like she was hosting a reality show. “And this—” she held up a glowing blue sports drink with glitter swirling inside “—is your invitation to not be a total loser anymore.”

Elliot backed away. “I don’t want this.”

Mia rolled her eyes. “Nobody wants kale either. But it’s good for you.”

Before he could bolt, Matt grabbed his arms, and Lexi slid the drink into his hands.

“Just one sip,” she whispered. “You’ll totes thank us.”

The bottle was warm in his hands. It shimmered. His fingers moved almost without permission.

He drank.

The liquid was cold and sweet and fizzy—and then it burned.

Not in his mouth.

Everywhere.

His knees buckled as the mirror’s glow flared, pulling him forward. He stumbled into the reflection—and everything shattered.

His shoes melted into spotless white high-tops with gold accents. His khakis dissolved into tailored, ripped jeans. His polo shirt vanished, replaced by a fitted designer hoodie zipped halfway down to show a sculpted chest that hadn’t existed a second ago.

His skin cleared—blemishes smoothing out into a golden tan. His frame grew broader, more athletic, like someone carved out of gym selfies and protein powder. His wiry arms thickened with lean muscle. His posture straightened.

He saw his reflection—and it smiled back differently.

Then came the hair: shaggy brown locks turned sleek, stylish, effortlessly tousled like he'd just stepped out of a modeling shoot. His glasses vanished. His jaw sharpened. Cheekbones lifted.

And then his thoughts shifted.

Worry? Gone.

Self-doubt? Deleted.

He wasn’t nervous. He was confident. No—cocky.

He smirked. “Damn, I look good.”

Lexi clapped her hands. “Yesss! You’re, like, SO ready.”

Mia bit her lip. “Okay, he’s hot. What’s the name?”

“Not Elliot,” Matt said. “Too try-hard.”

Lexi giggled. “He’s totally an Ethan. Like, varsity vibes, bad boy energy, but still gives killer hugs.”

“Ethan,” the boy in the mirror repeated. He rolled the name around on his tongue. “Yeah. I’m Ethan now.”

The last piece fell into place—his memories of being Elliot faded like a dream. The humiliation, the awkwardness, the loneliness. All gone.

He turned from the mirror, grinning wide. “Let’s show this school what I’m made of.”

Lexi bounced over and wrapped her arms around him. “We’re gonna slay, babe.”

Ethan leaned down and kissed her—confident, bold, magnetic. Matt and Mia whooped and high-fived.

They left the locker room like royalty.

And behind them, in the flickering mirror, a lonely reflection of Elliot Price faded to nothing.

Monday morning arrived, and Crystal Valley High didn’t know what hit it.

The halls, once filled with the usual chaos of half-asleep students and boring announcements, now pulsed with something electric. Something bold. Something beautiful.

It wasn’t just the outfits, or the strut, or the perfect couple selfies taken at their lockers. It was the energy—the way Ethan and Lexi owned every step, every glance, every whisper behind their backs.

They were more than students now.

They were legends.

Lexi was perched on her glitter-covered throne—also known as the lunch table—legs crossed, sipping a matcha she absolutely did not pay for. Her blonde hair caught the light like a spotlight, and her laugh echoed across the courtyard like a pop song.

Ethan leaned against the table beside her, toned arms folded, exuding lazy confidence. He’d already been asked to try out for the football team—twice—even though he hadn’t touched a football in his life. Didn’t matter. He looked the part. He was the part.

“You see the way Coach tripped over himself trying to talk to you?” Lexi said, smirking up at him.

“Poor guy,” Ethan said, shrugging. “Can’t blame him. I’d trip over me too.”

She giggled, twirling her scrunchie around her finger. “Ugh, you’re like, perfect. Honestly, how were you ever a nerd?”

Ethan leaned in close. “Don’t remember. Don’t care.”

He meant it. The name Elliot Price was like an outdated username—forgettable, awkward, completely deleted. Who needed flashcards and extra credit when you had a face that turned heads and a girlfriend like Lexi?

Across the courtyard, people watched. They whispered. They admired.

Even Matt and Mia—once the top of the food chain—now orbited around Ethan and Lexi like backup dancers. And they were fine with it. Everyone was.

Because Lexi didn’t just command attention. She fed on it. And Ethan? He thrived on it.

By Wednesday, Lexi had completely taken over the cheer squad. The girls practically worshipped her. She introduced a new “mandatory sparkle quota,” and no one dared question it.

Ethan? He casually accepted the captain’s jacket of the football team after the actual captain “mysteriously” got a sprained ankle. He didn’t ask questions. He just looked good in the jacket.

During lunch, Lexi redesigned the social layout of the quad. Literally.

“We’re moving the art kids over there, the drama dweebs get that patch of shade, and our table needs a charging station and more sun.”

And it happened. Just like that.

No one argued. No one even tried.

They ruled with a smile, a wink, and a perfectly timed eye-roll. They didn’t need to be cruel—though they could be. Their power came from being so obviously better.

One afternoon, as the sun bathed the school in a golden haze, Lexi lay back on the cheer mat during practice, her pom-poms abandoned beside her.

Ethan walked up, tossing a Gatorade at her. “Thirsty?”

“Only for attention,” she purred.

They laughed.

“You ever miss being a teacher?” Ethan asked lazily, not because he cared—just curious.

Lexi rolled her eyes so hard they practically did a cartwheel. “Ew. No. I was, like, so repressed. Now I’m hot, happy, and I get to say ‘literally’ as often as I want.”

“Same,” Ethan said, stretching. “I used to freak out about homework. Now? I just get people to do it for me.”

Lexi sat up and crawled onto his lap, draping her arms around his neck. “We’re, like, the main characters, babe.”

“Damn right we are.”

They kissed, surrounded by the cheers of their squad, the stares of jealous classmates, and the soft buzz of their names whispered in awe.

No guilt.

No second thoughts.

Just glitter, glory, and total domination.

[judgemark45]

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[aprocessionofthoughts]

Meet My Clone Sister

ectoberweek24 day 6- two sentence tw- none summary- the Hogwarts trio meets Ellie

masterlist ao3 part 2 of CvH

They had been in Amity a week and everything still seemed extremely weird. And it wasn’t just the classes. It was also the fact that they used electricity and other muggle tech. And all around the town there were signs of magic. It was so strange to see signs of magic in what looked like a muggle environment. 

Harry kept waiting for aurors to show up to obliviate everyone.

And the classes taught at Casper made him and Ron uncomfortable, and Hermione was always bordering on arguing about the content. Harry didn’t struggle as much. He hadn’t grown up believing blood magic and necromancy were evil like Ron, and he hadn’t delved into studying all things about British magical history like Hermione.

But of course, Harry’s life was never simple.

“Is that your sister?” Harry asked, pointing to a girl who looked about two years younger than Danny, although they looked like they could be twins. They were at lunch and Harry was trying not to think too hard about what was in the food. He definitely preferred Hogwarts meals. He had seen the girl before and been curious. 

“Ellie? No. She’s my clone sister.”

“What?” Hermione asked, dropping her spoon.

“Oh yeah. There’s this creep that wants to kill my dad, marry my mom, and take me as his son. Since we kept refusing he tried to clone me.” Danny smiled at his…sister. She waved at them, coming over.

“Hey, I’m Ellie. You guys are the visitors from the weird magic school, right?” she plopped down on the seat next to Danny, reaching over to steal one of his fries.

“And you’re a clone?” Hermione said, her eyes flickering between Danny and Ellie.

“Yup.” she said, stealing another fry from Danny. 

“What’s a clone?” Ron asked, his brow furrowing in confusion.

Hermione stared at him. 

“Well, you see,” Ellie started, and Danny snorted, “when a Fruitloop is so obsessed with having another woman’s son as his own, he takes some of his DNA, and makes a baby, that he then grows with magic till they’re about the right age, then he tells them that they’re meant to replace the original, but they’re too smart and decide they’d rather be the original’s sister, and they both beat up the Fruitloop.”

Harry stared at her incredulously. Beside him he could see Ron gaping, and Hermione opening and closing his mouth.

Across from them Danny rolled his eyes while Tucker and Sam laughed.

“That’s not quite how it happened.” Danny said. “But basically yeah.”

“You have a Dark Lord?” Hermione finally managed to say.

“He wishes he was a Dark Lord.” Danny said, chuckling.

“What even is a Dark Lord anywary.” Sam said, rolling her eyes. “Is it just someone who does magic you don’t agree with? What is it that makes someone a Dark Lord, and who gets to decide?”

“Sam,” Tucker interrupted, “let’s not get philosophical again.”

She huffed and crossed her arms but fell quiet.

“Besides, Vlad’s a Fruitloop, not a Dark Lord.” Danny said, rolling his eyes.

Hermione looked like she wanted to argue about the Dark Lord thing, but Ron elbowed her in the side. She glared at him, but picked up her spoon and angrily started eating again.

Harry decided to redirect the conversation. “So, why don’t you have Defense Against the Dark Arts?”

“What’s really considered dark?” Sam started, but Tucker spoke up quickly.

“I think we cover the same basic concepts when it comes to spellcrafting. And there’s classes on the different magical races–”

“The people you classify as creatures.” Sam interrupted, glaring.

Tucker continued as if she hadn’t spoken, which was probably for the best. “and their history and traditions. But that’s more of a social class. It’s still a required gen ed so we can be more aware of each other.”

“Really?” Hermione asked, sounding interested. “I wish they taught that at Hogwarts.”

Sam opened her mouth, probably to make another controversial comment, But Danny spoke over her.

“You can probably buy the textbooks to take back with you when you leave at the end of the semester.”

Harry relaxed, glad that it didn’t look like they’d be getting into another debate.

This was a strange place. But he was eager to learn more about magic, even if it was different than Hogwarts.

[nablah]

he’s slaying he’s serving cunt he’s :3

gerry finley....

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ben bliss said he's been into turn of the screw lately on the cvh podcast. which means!! britten revolution 2k24!!

@derring-do

[bodyalive]

Fatigue that improves with caffeine (as it forces increased cortisol secretion) or hydrocortisone intake may suggest transient (reversible) hypoadrenalism due to excess cortisol requirement. Unfortunately, hypoadrenalism is difficult to detect in blood work and is often normal even in patients with who are severely ill, unless suffering from pituitary or supradrenal tumors, etc.

One of the most important causes of reversible adrenal exertion symptoms in patients with chronic pain, is TOS CVH. TOS CVH causes high arterial brain pressures that lead to paradoxical systemic hypotension due to cerebral autoregulation. This will raise adrenal output to perform daily tasks, ie. raise blood pressure and cardiac output through the sympathetic system, often resulting in profound fatigue, and as a worst case scenario, myalgic encephalomyelitis, if it goes on over a longer period of time. Usually, years.

Patients who have fatigue that responds to caffine but who do not have chronic pain, should mainly look to their sleep, diet and training habits. If sleep and diet is ok, then cardiovascular health is perhaps the most important aspect. Poor cardiac compliance to physical stressors, ie. inadequate strength of the heart, will be compensated for by a raised sympathetic tone and raised adrenal output. Increasing sodium intake can also help, but this should not be done excessively, as the heart may not tolerate a greater blood volume until its strength has been increased. This patient group should stick to [no more than] one cup of coffee per day, preferably in the morning and avoiding high-carbohydrate meals in the evenings. Mental stress also influences, needless to say.

A good indication of improved heart strength is reduced resting heart rates, but also overall lower heart rates during activities. Training too hard too often will strain the adrenal system and make the problem worse than it was initially, so starting with a 45-minute brisk walk once to twice per week, then gradually "feel it out from there", can be appropriate.

[pollicinor]

Il riposo è un fattore cruciale per la salute cardiovascolare. L'anno scorso, in un articolo pubblicato sul Journal of the American Heart Association (JAHA), è stato proposto un aggiornamento della prescrizione Life's Simple 7 dell'AHA, il cui scopo era quello di individuare «i sette più importanti fattori predittivi della salute del cuore e anche un percorso da seguire per raggiungere una salute cardiovascolare ottimale». La prescrizione originale contiene quattro cambiamenti di comportamento (non fumare, mantenere un peso salutare, mangiare bene e essere attivi) e tre misurazioni biometriche (pressione sanguigna, glicemia e colesterolo). L’articolo ha aggiunto il sonno a questa prescrizione, scoprendo che «i punteggi di CVH (salute cardiovascolare) che includono la salute del sonno prevedevano il rischio di CVD (malattie cardiovascolari) negli adulti anziani statunitensi».

Dall'articolo "Il sonno fa così bene al cuore al punto da poterlo considerare un'attività cardio" su GQItalia.it

[gregxlucyweek]

Greg-Lucy Fic Friday 💚✨

Today's spooky selection is CVH's Bridgertober, by CVHsQuill 👻

We recommend every chapter of this lovely fic, but listed below are the Greg/Lucy specific chapters! 🖤 🧡 🖤

Chapter 3: Emergency blanket / ‘That was not my intention’ / Caught in the rain Chapter 7: Shaking hands / ‘Check that again, are you sure?’ / Movie Marathon Chapter 13: ‘Are you here to break me out?’ / ‘I don’t want you to do that.’ / -

[doctoti]

Thứ 7 ngày 20/4/24 Bắt đầu buổi sáng cuối tuần bằng việc ra CVH. Hôm nay cũng sẽ là một ngày rất dài.

Thế nến chắc sẽ viết một câu gì đó... ừm.. HÃY CHO ĐỜI MÌNH MỘT CƠ HỘI SỐNG SÓT HÔM NAY!

(ĐỐC TỜ TI - BUỒN CÓ GU)

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