#going on 32 degrees celsius

[zonkedz]

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[electricpurrs]

today i woke up early to go to a therapy session and the new therapist is very nice and then i i got to walk through the town on my own and i stopped at the local bakery to get a snack and behind the counter there were like four women who were chatting and joking to each other to a point they started laughing really loud and one was hitting the counter at how much they laughed whatever they were talking about. and then on my way back i got my dad to give me a ride home and buy me a monster energy for free. needless to say today is a beautiful day and i hope everybody is happy forever

[redo-rewind-if]

Quick reminder: No progress report today, I took the week off to recuperate my waning brain energy. Will be back on my bullshit next week! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

[mx-heartacoustic]

AAAAAAA I HATE THISSSSS IM STUCK IN SCHOOL FOR ANOTHER HOUR CAUSE MY BROTHER’S CLASSES END AT 2:20

[gayarograce]

Honestly, if the boiling point of water at sea level isn't even a clean 100 °C, then what the hell is even the point of arguing?

[reasonsforhope]

"The last coal-fired power plant in New England, which had been the focus of a lawsuit and protests, is set to close in a victory for environmentalists.

Granite Shore Power said Wednesday it reached an agreement with the Environmental Protection Agency to close the Merrimack Station in New Hampshire by June 2028. As part of the deal, the company said the site will be turned into the state’s first renewable energy park that host solar power and battery storage systems. The company also said it would shutter Schiller Station in Portsmouth in December 2025. That facility, which is permitted to use oil, coal and biomass, has not operated for several years...

The 460-megawatt station in Bow has long been a thorn in the side of environmental groups. Most recently, the Sierra Club and the Conservation Law Foundation filed a lawsuit against plant owners, alleging it was violating the Clean Water Act. The plant was owned by Eversource until 2018, when it was sold to Connecticut-based Granite Shore Power. Both were named as defendants.

The environmental groups claimed the plant draws about 287 million gallons (1.1 billion liters) of water per day from the Merrimack River, heats that water as a result of its cooling process, and then discharges the water back into the river at temperatures that often exceed 90 degrees Fahrenheit (32 degrees Celsius).

Climate activists also protested the plant and demanded its closure over concerns it is a major source of air pollution. [Note: Coal plants are by definition major sources of air pollution. x] In one incident, climate activists last year paddled canoes and kayaks down the Merrimack River to the plant site and were arrested after going onto the property.

“This historic victory is a testament to the strength and resolve of those who never wavered in the fight for their communities and future,” Ben Jealous, Sierra Club Executive Director, said in a statement. “The people of New Hampshire and all of New England will soon breathe cleaner air and drink safer water.”

The Sierra Club said the announcement will make New Hampshire the 16th state that is coal-free and New England the second coal-free region in the country."

-via AP News, March 28, 2024

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Note: It doesn't say it in this article, but the coal plants are being replaced by renewables! Specifically solar and battery farms! Source

[octuscle]

Could I take DEL 2 suitcase?

Actually, you don't know what you would have expected…. What do you associate with India? Spices? Colorful robes? The gold treasure of a maharajah? You certainly didn't expect a suitcase that heavy. And full of strange boxes and ampoules. All labeled in a language you don't understand at all. What on earth are these letters?

Disappointed, you put the suitcase in the corner. No treasure of gold. So you have to try honest work again. But first you should finish your MBA. Otherwise your parents will cut you off.

While zapping through the TV program, you get stuck on a Bollywood tearjerker in the evening. Hey, you recognize those letters. They are also on the contents of your suitcase. And in fact, after a while, you find the tearjerker not so bad. Some of the actors look really hot.

You fell asleep in front of the TV. When you wake up in the middle of the night, the news from Delhi is on. The morning is already over there. It's getting close to noon. Drowsy, you listen to see if anything is going on. But only the usual reports of government crises and floods. What is wrong with this country. You fall into your bed and fall asleep immediately.

Your alarm clock rings at 06:00. You have to work a bit before going to university. You work in the first level support of a software manufacturer. Annoying customer inquiries. But well paid. And if you're lucky, you'll be hired after graduation. Although, as a Data Scientist you will always find a job. As long as you have your bachelor's degree.

On campus, you'll be drawn outside during your lunch break. The others avoid the heat. But 32 degrees Celsius is not heat for you. You're used to something else. You do a few pull-ups on the horizontal bar. It's time for a proper workout. Tonight you really have to go to the gym.

When you finally get home, you remember the suitcase. Some of the things are not quite legal here. But if you want to reach your goals, you need support. You pick out a protein shake. And take one of the L-carnitine ampoules. Why didn't you clear out the suitcase yesterday? You sort everything neatly into the cupboard and prepare your nutritional supplements for the next day. And you go to bed.

You get up at 3:00 am. Damn the time difference. But as the head of your startup, you have to attend one or the other online meeting in Noida. You hide your long hair, which you are so proud of, under a cap. When the call is over, you go to the gym for an hour. And after that, your hair is washed and groomed. But right after sleeping you can't show it to the public.

Good workout! Now you can show the losers in the lecture hall that they know nothing about data science. They may make fun of your Indian accent. But you are the youngest lecturer the faculty has had. And the only one who teaches in a tank top.

[lookninjas]

Been seeing a lot of discourse about this going around today (for some reason), so for the record:

I live in a place north of the 45th parallel. Our average temperatures for December range between 24 and 32 degrees fahrenheit, or -4 to 0 degrees celsius.

It was 56 F/ 13.3 C on December 25th.

That should worry you. It definitely worries me.

[bangjiazheng]

Today morning (11.09.2024 06.35 ) I logged into 【tumblr】 in the morning(1st)

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11.09.2024 06.35

[yellobb]

Y’all I just found out about the 1904 Olympics marathon and I am losing my mind over how batshit insane it was. Buckle up y’all because this is one hell of a story

For some historical context, the 1904 Olympics were held in St. Louis and it was the first Olympics hosted in the U.S. It was paired up with the 1904 World’s Fair, so there was a hell of a lot going on in the city at the time

First, let’s meet some of our contestants:

American Thomas Hicks and four other Americans were all experienced marathoners

American Fred Lorz, who was able to compete after placing in a “special five mile race” sponsored by the Amateur Athletic Association. He did all his training at night

Ten Greeks who had never run a marathon before

Two South African men from the Tsuana tribe who were in St. Louis as part of the World’s Fair. They were apparently the first black Africans to compete in the Olympics, which is super cool. Less cool was the fact that they weren’t wearing any shoes

Cuban Félix Carbajal, a 5ft (1.5m) tall man who had fundraised his journey to the Olympics. This man got to New Orleans, lost all his money on a dice game, then had to walk and hitchhike his way to St. Louis. Mind you, that is almost 700 miles. He shows up to the race, having not eaten in 40 hours, dressed like THIS:

This man gets another bullet point because apparently his trousers were all the way down to his boots when he got there. Another Olympian took pity on him and cut them with scissors

Now for the race itself. It is in the 90s (32 degrees Celsius) and humid. For some god awful reason, they decided to start the race at 3pm, so it’s the hottest part of the day. The course is only 24.85 miles (40km) long instead of a standard 26.2, but that doesn’t mean this was an easier race. On the fucking contrary, it was hellish. I’ll let the Smithsonian article about this explain it because they do it much better than I ever could:

Now, I’ve never ran a marathon before, but I looked it up and the current recommendation is that water stations are placed every two miles.

The race is a go and things are off to a nasty start. American William Garcia almost becomes the first fatality of an Olympic event because he inhaled so much dust that his stomach was hemorrhaging. He was found unconscious by the side of the road by a local couple and had to be hospitalized. Apparently he would have bled to death if he’d been left for an hour longer.

But the dust isn’t the only issue. Apparently, Len Taunyane, one of our South African participants, gets chased a mile off course by wild dogs. He still placed 9th.

Probably my favorite participant is our boy Félix. Félix was stopping to chat with spectators in the middle of an Olympic race. At one point he stopped a car because he saw that the riders were eating peaches and asked if he could have some. They refused, but he snatched two anyway and ate them while he ran. He later came across an orchard and stopped to eat some apples, but apparently the apples were rotten, so he got stomach cramps and took a nap. HE STILL GOT FOURTH PLACE. That’s how much of a shitshow this race was, and we’re not even done.

Fred Lorz starts getting cramps around the 9-mile mark and decides to hitch a ride with one of the cars that is guiding them. He’d been leading the charge for a while and was a crowd favorite to win.

The other leader of the pack and favorite to win, Thomas Hicks, started having to use a support crew at the 10-mile mark. He was begging them for water, but they refused. He somehow managed to keep trucking along, though.

Seven miles from the finish line, Hicks’ handlers started feeding him egg whites mixed with strychnine, which is literally rat poison. There were literally no rules against performance-enhancing drugs yet, so this was apparently above-board.

Lorz gets out of the car he was riding in after 11 miles and just,,,, kept running????? He finished the race and was declared the winner. He was about to be given a gold medal when “someone called an indignant halt to the proceedings with the charge that Lorz was an imposter.” Lorz claimed it was all a joke and that he wouldn’t have actually accepted the award, but was still banned from competing in future marathons. That is, of course, until this decision was overturned in time for him to run in and win the Boston Marathon the next year.

Now Hicks had seen Lorz pass by. He was not doing too hot at all, but finding out that Lorz had been disqualified and he was still in the lead helped his motivation. He was given another dose of egg whites and strychnine with some brandy to wash it down, which, sure. Why the fuck not at this point?

At this point, he began to hallucinate. He started to believe that he had 20 more miles left to go instead of just two. He kept begging for food and rest, but his handlers just gave him more brandy and two more egg whites because of course he was. By the time he made it to the finish line, he was literally being carried by his handlers while his feet shuffled, but that was apparently good enough and he was declared the winner.

It took four doctors and a full hour for Hicks to recover enough to even leave the area after the race. He apparently lost eight fucking pounds during the course of the race. Hicks pretty much retired from racing after that (I wonder why) and became a professional clown, which really is just the cherry on top

Of the 32 people who competed in the race, only 14 finished. After everything, they literally almost removed the marathon as an Olympic event because it was deemed “indefensible on any ground but historic,” and honestly? After reading all that fuckery, I can’t even blame them.

Another note about Félix, because this man baffles me: apparently he was sponsored by the Greek government to compete in a 1906 marathon in Athens, but he never turned up. Newspapers in Cuba claimed he died, but he just??? Showed up a year later in Havana perfectly fine. Turns out he managed to get the date of the marathon wrong.

Sources:

[pricescigar]

Cold War Hero Reborn (2019)

Summary: Late January in 2019, Price, assigned by Laswell was sent to an abandoned CIA building to retrieve intel. Intel, which was a human being.

January 20th 2019 , 6:00am  

Location; Langley , Virginia 

Objective; Retrieve Intel at an abandoned CIA Bunker.

Personnel: Bravo 6 , SAS 

. . . 

"Retrieve the intel and get out of there." Laswell's voice spoke over the comms.

"Roger." Price simply said. 

The Military Helicopter dropped off Price and his SAS soldiers at the outskirts of Langley, Price got orders from Laswell to retrieve old intel from an abandoned CIA Bunker from the Cold War just on the outskirts of Langley. With firm and strict orders to take it right back to England, Price didn't like the fact he barely got any information, but it must be important enough that they needed to get in there and out of there pronto. Deep into the forest they managed to find their way to the entrance, they were given a code to enter the base and they soon got in.

"So… Did Laswell describe what kind of intel it is?" One SAS soldier asked, Price simply shook his head.  

"No… More of a, you'll know it when you see it." Price's voice mumbled and began to look around, holding onto his M4 firmly and checking every corner this Base had. He didn't like this– He knew he was going to expect something out of the ordinary, expect the unexpected.

The bloody place was a maze, papers dotted around on the floor and on the table. Most of them seemed to be medical documents, notes, engineering notes. The whole lot. What the hell happened here? 

"Patient's wounds ; 

Fractured ribs 

Impact to the head 

Broken left knee

Cut across the stomach 

Open scars on both arms

Opened scar on left side of the face 

Date: 1981."

"Hm…" The SAS soldier mumbled under his breath reading the paper and holding onto it before leaving it aside. Most of the papers talked about the improvement of one's wounds, and how a specific machine almost malfunctioned in 96'. It was all but of a waffle to the poor soldier. 

Price was at a loss, what the hell were they supposed to find? The information they had from the beginning was limited enough, opening the door and sweeping it quickly and of course no one seemed to be around. The whole place was deserted. But this room was one out of the ordinary, this room specifically had a bunch of wires leading to the other side. The humming sound could he hear in the distance, how the hell is there still electricity here? He aimed his gun to where he had a torch attached to it, stepping closer and saw a large machine, he saw a screen with a temperature on it. 

0° Degrees Celsius , 32 Farenheight 

"Men, get in 'ere I found what we need." Price spoke over the comms. "I'm in the room, at the deepest point of the Bunker. Follow the maps." 

Surely enough, the soldier's eventually found their way down there, the lights were extremely dim but they managed to find their way down. The temperature has dropped massively, soon enough they all found themselves staring at the machine.

"What's in there?" One soldier asked, leaning over but couldn't see much. Whatever was in there was covered in Ice.

"Beats me, so… How are we going to do this?" Another asked, they all seemed confused. Price stood there silently, thinking on what the next move should be. And how they were going to move this thing.

Melting process Activated.

Everyone's head turned to the poor Sargent who accidentally pressed the red button, seeing that everyone was staring at him.

"What the fuck Sargeant?" The Lieutenant walks towards the Sargent, while the two bickering on and on Price's eyes diverted to the machine. The Ice was melting away, the closer he looked he saw a person was in that machine.

"Hold on a second, someone is in this machine." Price looked at the others. "We need to get 'em' outta this." They nodded to their Captain's orders, and so they waited. After five minutes the process ended and the machine made a piercing sound as the top opened. Price gripped onto it and opened it fully, and his eyes rested on Elvira. The Cold War hero.

"Is that who I think it is?" One said.

"Bloody hell it's the cold war hero!" Another soldier spoke in shock.

Price gently picked up Elvira, making sure he was gentle. Not wanting to harm her body anymore than it already is, her head rested against his shoulder. She seemed to be out cold for now. "She's the intel…" Price mused, staring down at her.

Elvira's eyes were still closed, all she had was fabrics to cover her chest and her lower half. Price found a blanket and he wrapped it securely around her body, their footsteps soon trotted down the halls. Price carried her bridal style to support her head.

The SAS soldiers stood front guarding the Captain and the Cold War Hero, they knew something was eventually bound to happen. They were practically trespassing. No doubt someone would be looking for her as well…

Elvira's eyes slowly fluttered open, the harsh brightness caused her to shut her eyes tightly once again. She felt that she was in someone's arms, after a short moment she opened her eyes again staring up at Price.

Was he an angel sent down from heaven? Was she dead? Was he taking her to purgatory, heaven or hell? She didn't know.

Price looked down to see Elvira awake, a gentle smile appeared on his features. Whispering to her. "It's okay… We're gonna get you out of here." He reassured her, trying not to scare her. He was unsure whether he could hear her or not.

Elvira's eyes closed again and Price held her close to his body, for a while her eyes were closed again. Her body was trying to recover, to make sense of everything.

Price and his men stepped out of the base. In the distance they saw soldiers patrolling, speaking in Russian to each other. 

"Shit! Perseus!" The Lieutenant cursed under his breath, they all hid behind the many rocks. Causing chaos would be fatal, especially to the girl. The men look at each other, unsure what to do next.

"We need to sneak around them. We can't risk injuring Elvira." Price spoke in a low gruffly voice, his men nodded in agreement. They observed Perseus' soldiers closely and before they knew it… They went into the abandoned CIA Bunker.

That was their signal to go back to their exfiltration point, right on the dot the Helicopter picked them up. Price went over and laid Elvira down on one of the chairs, one of the soldiers assisted him in setting up an IV for Elvira and running basic tests. 

"All seems fine… But how is she still semi conscious…" The medic muttered under his breath, watching Elvira finally fall asleep again.

"No idea… We need to wait until she's conscious enough so she could think, talk, maybe … She might be able to remember. For now. Let her rest." Price looked around his men, they nodded to his word and sat themselves down for the journey home back to England.

Elvira opened her eyes again in the Helicopter, still seeing Price again. She didn't know what was going on. "Are you an angel…? Am I dead…" She whispered.

"Trust me honey, I ain't no angel. You just rest… Okay?" Price's voice was soft, he placed a hand over her head to see if she had a temperature or not. "Jus' rest… We're gonna get you somewhere safe…"

The next time Elvira opened her eyes she was in a Hospital room, the wall completely white. She stared up at the Ceiling, the IV attached to her to still get some fluid. Alone in the room she took in her surroundings. 

Price was outside of the same room, leaning against the wall. Having a stern talk with Kate over the phone about their new "Intel."

"John, Intel on this was Redacted back in 81'." Kate argued back. "I didn't actually think she'd make it though... How that technology still managed to keep her alive without anyone there…" She exhaled the smoke from her lips, as she spoke to Price over the phone.

"Could've given a fair warning we was rescuin' a fuckin' legend. Had to reassure the poor girl that she wasn't dead, and that I wasn't some angel." Price huffed a little. "Surprised we made it out without being seen by Persues' men." 

"You were almost seen?" Kate perked up at what he said, which caused the two to bicker a little bit longer. Price getting his ear talked off more like it.

Elvira's mind was still trying to process everything, how she got here, what happened and everything else. She woke up from a nightmare, remembering what happened to her. She saw that she was in the hospital, the panic began to rise within her and she took the IV out of her and walked out of the room. Due to her not getting used to walking again, she stumbled to her knees.

Luckily Price wasn't all too far away, in fact he was leaning against the wall near her door. Hearing it open, Price titled his head a little and seeing her lose her balance he quickly caught her with his arm. Thanks to his quick reflexes, she didn't fall down. 

"Gotta go Laswell." Price quickly said and ended the call keeping his phone in his hand, while tending to Elvira. "Hey, hey… What happened, you okay?" Price's voice was soft and gentle. 

Elvira practically collapsed into Price's arms, her hand on his chest, she regained her balance a little. Taking a deep breath, she shook her head. "What happened to me? Where am I?" Her voice sounded panicked, tears were nearly forming in her eyes.

"It's okay… Here." Price guided her back to the room, his hand wrapped around her body, the other holding her hand for support as she stumbled back to her bed. Price watched her, just to make sure she didn't fall off the bed.

"My name is Captain John Price, at your service." Price introduced himself, he smiled softly. His dimples were visible upon his features.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Captain…" Elvira's voice was soft, and a little weak. It felt strange to speak. As if… She hasn't spoken in a long time. What is this feeling? 

"You're safe, you're in the hospital now." His voice was soft and reassuring to her. 

" Do you remember your name?" Price asked, it was a simple question but in Price's eyes it looked like Elvira was suffering from a little bit of Amnesia from what had happened to her. 

Elvira looked at Price when she heard the question, she took a moment to think about it before finally replying. "Elvira… Elvira Wolff."

Price nodded at her answer. "Good, at least you haven't forgotten your name … We found you in an abandoned building." He explained to her. "Do you recall being there?"

Elvira shook her head. "I don't recall being there… I don't remember…" Her mind felt fuzzy, it felt like something or whatever it was. Blocking her memories, not letting her think clearly or anything like that. 

"We found you cryogenically frozen." Price broke the news to her, he didn't want to sugar coat it either. The poor girl needed to know the seriousness of the situation. 

"What? Nein… Nein, that isn't true. It can't be." Elvira's widened slightly in shock, what did he mean cryogenically frozen? 

"Elvira? What year is it?" Price's voice was soft and gentle, his eyes had a soft touch to it. Gradually he moved his hand over to hers, to hold it for comfort. 

"1981?" Elvira replied confidently, surely nothing could've changed. Whatever happened to her, this could be all some horrible dream. 

"It's 2019 Elvira… You've been frozen for over thirty eight years, almost four decades." Price frowned, he knew he was expecting this. Which is why he would do his utmost to be there for her. 

Elvira felt her world falling apart from that moment, the tears welled up in her eyes. "I… I don't understand…" She trembled, tears ran down her eyes.

Price reassured her, his other hand rubbed her arm gently. Hearing her cry and sniffle through the tears broke him, he didn't want to hug her not knowing if that's what she actually wanted or not. He preferred to play it safe.

"I'll be there with you, with every step of the way. You won't be alone in this." Price reassured Elvira, it was all she needed now. 

"Why… Why can't I remember anything…" Elvira cried to Price. "All I can remember is my name… Just my name…" Her hand was shaking slightly, her emotions were at an all time high.

"The damage that you suffered… It lead you to being put in that coma…" Price rubbed her arm gently. "It puts your brain on hold, in order to protect you mentally…" He explained.

"I know this is scary… In time, your memories will come back to you. You just got to give it time. Okay?" Price knew if he couldn't try to calm her down, she could put herself into a panic attack. He didn't want that, nor did he want a nurse coming in to sedate her with medications.

"Can I hug you?" Price asked, he wanted to make sure if she felt comfortable in allowing him to hug her.

Elvira couldn't stop crying, her emotions were all over the place. Nothing made sense, everything looked strange, everything smells weird, even the air around her felt like it was going to crush her. She tried to breathe in and out calmly, though hearing Price speak…

Can I hug you?

Elvira didn't need to say anything, she slowly nodded to his words. Soon she felt his arms wrap around her, gently being pulled towards his body. It was so warm… She gradually wrapped her arms around him too, Price rubber her back slightly as she cried. Keeping her in his arms.

"No matter what happens… I'll be there with you, every day, everyday night… No matter how long it takes." Price whispered in her ear.

[memento-morri-writes]

OMG OMG MORRI HI

HOW HAVE YOU BEEN?? I AM SO EXCITED TO COME BACK

@ink-fireplace-coffee

CARMEN HIIIIII!!!!!!!!! I'VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!

I've been pretty good!!!! This year is (hopefully, barring some weird bullshit) my last year of university, and then it's on to a master's program, which is kind of terrifying but also very fun. (The idea of living in another state and being a Real Adult is scary, but also a little exciting?? I will miss all my cats though.)

I'm going to a really big and awesome zoo with my dad on Thursday, and perk of being a zoology major is that one of my friends works there and got us free tickets!!! Last year when we went I think we walked uhhhh 8 miles??? Just inside the zoo, which is kind of insane. Unfortunately this year it's going to be almost 90 degrees (32 Celsius), which is going to suck a bit, but it'll be worth it!!

I haven't been doing a lot of writing, sadly, though. Most of the writing I've done in the past several months has been me rewriting a few choice moments from my Dungeons & Dragons sessions into a full prose format. I love doing it and it makes me happy, but I do really miss writing my fully original work. I'm hoping to get back to that at some point in the (hopefully near) future.

OH, AND THE BIGGEST THING!!!! I've been doing a shit ton of driving practice and my test to get my license is in a few weeks. (I'm 20, which is really late to get your license for most people, but I had big anxiety about driving for a long time, so I procrastinated.)

How have you been doing???? I'm so glad you're back!!! I've missed talking to you and seeing you on my dash!

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 88. brb x oc

a/n: it's 37 degrees celsius right now but there's nothing hotter than this man

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff with a smidge of suggestive as always uwu

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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He groans on the bed, burying his face on the pillow, “Fuck.”

“Everything okay?”

“Don’t laugh at me.”

“I would never laugh at my husband.” she giggles while sitting on his lower back, pushing her palm’s heel over his back until she reaches his shoulder blades, “God, Roos, it’s like the hills of Scotland on your back, you are so tense.” and it was during their shower together that Beatrice noticed it, promising him as soon as they left the shower they’d resolve that.

Her husband just groaned again, happily so, his eyes almost rolling back into the sockets when she added pressure to another spot on his back, “Jesus fuck that’s so good.” Beatrice laughs above him, her Iron Maiden nightshirt up to her hips as she massages his back in a slow but firm pattern, “It’s been a while since this happened,huh?”

“Since I massaged you?”

“Yeah.”

“I think the last time was after we moved in here?” she suggests while pushing on his back and smiling at yet another deep groan that made its way out of him, “Why are you so tense though? The last time was because you were going to be deployed.” she pauses, “Are you going to be deployed?”

“Not that I know of.” he murmurs, sighing quietly into the pillow before he turns his head to look at her, “I think it’s just…I don’t know, overall stress. I heard some things through the grapevine.” 

“Oh?”

“Did I ever tell you how me and Mav got back to talking?”

“You did say it was on a mission, but you didn’t elaborate on it.” she says, rubbing his ribs in circles, “I didn’t want to pressure you on opening up when you weren’t ready.”

And his eyes close because his heart cannot take such sweetness. He just smiles back at her, folding his arms under his chin as he remembers everything, “We had to blow an uranium enrichment facility, everything went well until well…Mav got hit then I got hit.” he notices how her hands stopped moving for a brief second before continuing, “And we had to leave in the oldest fucking fighter I’ve ever seen, that thing had spider webs in the spider webs.”

“But you made it back.”

He blinked before turning his head to face her, her own eyes soft and smile gentle as she rubs the back of her finger against his cheekbone, “I did…and it was really good too…but uh,” he clears his throat, “Mav told me how they wanted to replace the pilots with drones.”

“Huh?”

"Yeah, instead of a person that trained for years to get good at their craft.” he says, still letting her massage his shoulders and upper back, pressing his lips against his arms, “The new recruits asked me about it, they looked so terrified because they thought they’d be replaced before even beginning their careers Bea.”

She makes a face above him, gently rubbing the golden skin that was adorned with tiny nicks and scars - and some of her own doing if she might add - that were there because of years of work. Blood,sweat and tears to get good at what he does…and then to be terrified because they’d be replaced by machines? She couldn’t imagine.

But she could somewhat understand why that option was given thought. 

Rooster’s job was dangerous, she knew it was, he told her it was and she had seen things once she started working at the Hard Deck. It’s…understandable that human lives couldn’t be rebuilt like a machine would.

Part of her, the rational part of her - the one that often sounded like Guillermo or her father talking - said that while it was a loving sentiment to think about the pilots’ safety, there was more to it. It wasn’t just because they were worried about the pilots, it was probably because taking care of a drone was cheaper to handle. 

They needed no food, no shelter, all they needed was a quick check up to see if everything was working right.

Her head was hurting thinking about this.

And Rooster noticed because his brow raised in question as he looked over his shoulder at her, “Baby.” he calls, “You okay?”

“Mhm, just…thinking about what you said.” she smiles, leaning down to kiss his cheek, “Hopefully…there is a way to resolve that, you know?”

“I hope so,I don’t really feel like getting replaced by Deus Ex Machina. It’s one thing to play games dealing with that, it’s something completely different  to live it.” and he pushes himself to a sitting position as Beatrice disappears in the bathroom to wash her hands clean of any of the massage oil, “What are you thinking about? Any input you could give?”

“Who,me?”

“Yeah gorgeous, you.” he chuckles, resting his arms on his bare legs with a gentle groan, muttering how she had ‘magic hands’. But Beatrice takes a while to reply, so much so he has to tilt his head towards the bathroom door and see if she was listening to him or not. “Gorgeous.” he tries again, seeing that her eyes flick towards him before looking away.

“I don’t know how I can help.”

“You always do,I value your opinions.” 

Beatrice wipes her hands on the towel closest to her as she thinks about how to reply, “...I don’t know Roos.” she says honestly, offering him a shrug after tossing the towel aside, “It’s…hm,” she frowns, “I just hope no one else suffers because of these new options…you said they tried doing that back when Mav got back?”

“Yep.” he spreads his arms and legs so she could step between them and he could hold her waist close to him, his hands cupping the back of her thighs, “If it wasn’t for what happened at that mission I’m sure this conversation would be still up and about for a long time.”

Beatrice hummed as she ran her fingers through his hair, smiling when he leaned into her touch and closed his eyes, “Maybe there’s a way for both to coexist.” she whispers, “I’d like to think so at least…is there anything else in your mind?”

He pauses, still rubbing his head against her hand like a cat to catnip  - she could swear she heard purring coming out of his throat - before opening his eyes, “No,” he says then, “It’s just something to keep in mind.”

“Are you sure?”

“Oh,gorgeous.” he smirks, pulling her legs apart so she could straddle his lap, his hands cupping her buttcheeks, “I’m sure. Thanks for listening to me though.”

“That’s what I’m here for.” she grins, “I’m your wife.”

“And my best friend.”

“And your best friend.” they share a laugh, one that only makes Rooster lean closer to kiss her, “Hm! Roos,” she gently breaks the kiss much to her husband’s loud disappointment, “I’m going to make us dinner, is there anything you want?”

He drops his eyes over the length of her body - stopping at her panties for a few seconds - before looking up at her again, “Well~”

“Something edible,Roos.” she reinforces, brushing his cheekbones with her thumbs, “Come on,handsome, you can give me a straight answer.” She could feel the full body shudder darting all over him when she calls him ‘handsome’ and his head drops to the curve of her shoulder.

With a sharp inhale of that delicious lavender scent, he mumbles “How about some honey sesame chicken?” he questions, “With some salad? Do we have wine?”

“Oh, you're feeling like drinking are you,Mr.Bradshaw?”

Again the shudder and he lifts his head to look at her, pressing their noses together with a lazy cat-like smile, ‘Yes,I am, Mrs.Bradshaw. It’s been a while since we had it…and we still have to celebrate Nikki’s newest milestone.”

Beatrice just smiles softly at him, pecking his lips quickly, “Okay.” she climbs off his lap, something he didn’t really want to happen but he did allow it to, just giving her ass a quick slap before she turned around fully. Beatrice squeaked but huffed out a chuckle, playfully shoving his shoulder, “Stop.”

“No.” he replies, trying to imitate her high-pitched tone, “And because you said that you’ll get one more.” and he slaps the opposite cheek as she has her back to him now, quickly tugging her shirt down to cover her ass as she shuffles out of the room. She glares at him from the door, then pokes her tongue out, “I’m gonna get that too!”

“No you won’t.”

“...Wanna bet?”

Beatrice sees the way his legs are bending and her eyes widen, much like a fawn trying to run from a predator, she just slowly disappears from the door, “Bea…” he is standing up, careful steps nearing the threshold, he could hear the weight of her footsteps - light as if she’s trying to hide where she’s going - “Bea, I know where you are.”

She knew he had the clear advantage in this situation, his legs were longer and he was obviously faster than she was so she could either risk it all and run or she could just stay put and pounce on him when he least expected it. That was the plan at least.

Because in her thinking process she got distracted and her husband creeped up from behind her, she had her back to the door as she neared the railing, and immediately wrapped his arms around her waist, “Gotcha!” Beatrice yelped in surprise, her legs kicking in the air as the sudden shock turned into laughter, “I got you, gorgeous, told you I would.”

“Nooooo!” she laughs, trying to break free, “Not fair! I didn’t even hear you.”

“Years of training,gorgeous.” he smirks, kissing under her jaw repeatedly, “But I’m going to let you go so you can get everything ready, then check on Nikki.” he slowly sets her down, kissing the top of her head and her nose, smiling when she scrunches at the contact, “Call me if you need help okay?”

“I will.” she leans up to quickly peck his lips, walking around the railing towards the stairs. Rooster leans on it to watch her going down, his wife looking up to smile at him one more time - Jolene following her closely - and he mirrors the expression.

As Beatrice is out of sight, his smile falters a bit, his thumb spinning his wedding band on his finger as his eyes look at nothing. That…drone conversation did something to him but not on the way he expected it.

Maybe there was a way for both to coexist.

Maybe.

He sighs as he straightens himself to turn his body to Nicole’s room, knocking his knuckles on the railing as he walks away. He gently pushed the door to his daughter’s room open, the creaking sound making Eleanor and Jack’s heads lift from the floor, the white dog still in front of Nicole’s crib and her brother partially under it.

Eleanor’s tail wagging only intensified when Rooster entered the room, petting the female dog first and crouching a bit to pet her brother, “You two taking care of my little girl?” he smiles as he scratches Jack’s chin, grunting as he stands to his full height.

Nicole is peacefully asleep, her little chest rising and falling and her body sprawled on the mattress, the onesie she wore - he just took notice of it - had a fighter jet on it and was mossy green, making it seem like her arms were the jet’s wings and her legs its’ tail. He smiles down at her, gently brushing her soft cheek with the back of his finger, “Aren’t you just so precious?” he coos, his daughter making a little noise but not waking up, just turning her head the opposite way.

He folds his arms on top of the gate, inhaling softly as he keeps his eyes on Nicole. He was extremely thankful there were no talks of deployment yet but he knew he had to mentally prepare whenever there was. He tapped his finger against his arm, then lifted the same hand to hold his head up as he kept on staring at his baby daughter.

Rooster loved his job.

He achieved a lot in his young life.

And yet the talk with Cyclone often repeated itself in his mind. His superior was tough for many reasons and Rooster would never disagree with him…unless it involved Nicole. He wanted his daughter to grow up with him no matter how far and hell,he knew she wouldn’t understand why he had to leave.

He didn’t,when he was a boy and his father was gone.

He didn’t when–

He stops thinking about it immediately, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his fingertips before sighing. His little daughter was peacefully asleep, oblivious to her father’s turmoil, happily crawling in her dreamland if the little smile on her face was any sign. Rooster smiles down at her, bending down a bit to prop his chin on his folded arms, “...you and your mother are the most precious things in my life,Nikki.” he whispers, “I swear, birdie.”

Nicole moves a bit when he talks, then her light green eyes blink up at him and he immediately regrets it, “Oh no, no no, sweetie. I’m sorry,” he coos, “Daddy didn’t want to wake you up.”

But she didn’t cry, in fact she didn’t seem like she was bothered by it.

She rubbed her little fists on her eyes and kept them there, almost as if she wanted to stretch but was too lazy to. Nicole blinked a few more times, finally dropping her arms as she looked up at Rooster, “Hi,sweetie.” he coos, gently sliding his hands under her to pick her up since she didn’t appear to go back to sleep, “I’m sorry I woke you up.”

Nicole just snuggles his neck, big light green irises disappearing behind her eyes as she sighed, almost as if she just wanted to sleep on him now…then blinked them open, staring at the pilot with wide eyes. “Hi.” he coos, “Hi, pretty.”

His daughter was probably confused, because he wasn’t that close before and now he was?? She just looked at his arms, then at him and then turned her head to the crib, “Yes, you woke up, cutie.” he says, gently combing some of her hair down, “I actually woke you up,I’m sorry honey.”

Nicole just vocalized something and held onto his neck. Rooster just closed his eyes, hugging his little girl tighter to him and smelling that soft cotton flower scent that came from her hair. He just furrowed his brows a bit, kissing her cherub like cheek before he turned on his heel, “Let’s go see mommy, yeah?” Eleanor and Jack followed them as soon as Rooster was out of the room, walking down the stairs with Nicole still clinging to his neck.

Beatrice was too busy preparing their dinner, jumping a bit when she heard his voice coming from behind her, “Something smells good.” Beatrice’s shoulders sag in relief as she turns around, face lighting up when she saw who he was bringing along.

“Hi! Oh my sweet baby!” she wipes her hands off any sauce to pick Nicole up, their daughter still sleepy, sighing quietly as her mother placed her on the crook of her shoulder, “It was about time she woke up.”

“I think I made her wake up too.” he says apologetically, “I touched her cheek and she just blinked those big eyes at me.”

“Oh, it’s okay, she just needs a few more minutes to wake up fully, hm?”

“Do you need me to do anything,gorgeous?”

Beatrice looks back at the stove, then towards him, “You can get our wine and set it aside.” she smiles, “Everything else is under control.”

Rooster chuckles softly, leaning down to kiss her forehead and Nicole’s scalp, walking around them to get the wine glasses from inside the cabinets, “Oh, by the way, I’m going to the bar tomorrow, a bit earlier.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, Penny wants me to teach Jessie how to use the ice machine.” she explains, bouncing Nikki around, “She is still nervous getting close to it.”

“Considering the size of that thing,I wouldn’t blame her at all.”

“It can be a bit menacing yeah.”

Rooster gently set the glasses down on the counter, licking his lips before he spoke, “How about I stay with Nikki tomorrow?” he asks,spinning the wine bottle on its axis on the counter, creating a scraping sound from the glass. When Beatrice didn’t say anything he turned his torso to face her, “I think it’d be fun.”

“Well, you know I don’t mind.” she says, with a smile but her brows were furrowed, “It’s been a while since you suggested it.”

“I know, I guess I miss her a lot.”

Beatrice knew there was something else in there but she didn’t say anything, “Well, I’m okay with it.”

“I can take you to the bar and pick you up.” he nods at their daughter who was now waking up again, “With Nikki.”

“Roos,I’m going to leave the bar around midnight, you don’t have to. I can drive back.”

He licks his lips again, tapping the end of the glass on the counter as his tongue prods the inside of his lower lip, “Are you sure?” she nods, “Well…then let me just take you and Shells can give you a ride, how’s that?”

Beatrice felt that the options wouldn’t be that many and that he’d end up trying to find more reasons to take her. She huffed out a laugh, but nodded, “Alright.Shells and Bob can bring me home, is that better?”

“Much.” 

“I have to wait after I feed Nikki,” she says, adjusting Nicole in her arms while nodding to the bottle of wine, “Then we can have it.” She didn’t know exactly what brought this on but she wasn’t going to complain if her husband wanted to spend time with their infant daughter, on the contrary,she’d support it all the way and would try her best to help him out during that time too.

Their conversation was cut short by Nicole, who was now fully awake and alert, vocalizing while chewing her mother’s shirt, “Oh, speaking of which, it’s time isn’t it, pretty?” she coos, kissing her daughter’s head, “I’m going to sit on the kitchen table,Roos. Can you keep an eye on everything for me?”

“Always,gorgeous.” he smirks, supporting himself with his arm against the counter, his smile only widening as he watches his girls sit down with the dogs lying by Beatrice’s feet. He inhales shakily, closing his eyes briefly before he turns to the stove.

Maybe he could call Mav tomorrow…to keep him company.

And to have a talk.

[the-whumpening]

On a personal note, I am SUFFERING lately. We live in the southern US and our AC consists of a couple window units and a few fans, meanwhile it's been in the 90s (between around 32-36 degrees Celsius) the past few weeks. It's only starting to cool off a little this week because of rain, but the air is still so thick and humid it feels like you're walking through a sauna, even in the house.

I have heat intolerance at the best of times, but this is another level. I can hardly function like this: I can't sleep, I'm always sweating and lightheaded, I feel like bursting into tears most of the time just from sheer discomfort that never seems to end. I can barely cool myself down because the air in the house is so warm that anything cold heats up too fast to be useful. Hell, the water from the tap comes out warm most of the time!

This is why (or at least one major reason why) my spouse and I had planned on moving up north. I can't take it here. I never wanted to spend another summer suffering like this. It won't truly cool off for another month at least. We were both born and raised here, and the summers (which really is more like half the year here) have always been brutal. I've always struggled with them, more so than other people seem to. And yet when we went to Maine, I could breathe! I could be outside without my skin hurting and without feeling nauseous and dizzy!

Idk where I'm going with this, I just needed to vent and share that I'm struggling right now. It's the middle of the night and I'm hot and frustrated and want to complain.

[4denthusiast]

So, the Celsius vs. Farenheit thing is obviously silly, in that people are just going to find whichever they're used to more intuitive, but that said...

I disagree with the "Farenheit uses digits more efficiently for everyday discussions about the weather" thing. A single degree Farenheit seems to me imperceptibly small. A single degree Celsius is roughly the limit of what I find perceptible, but is still a pretty small, insignificant difference. People who say Farenheit uses its digits more effectively seem to be basically just ignoring the 10^0 digit and just using the 10^1 digit instead. That's not efficient. I'm not sure I'd say Celsius is significantly better. "20"/"low 20s"/"mid 20s"/"high 20s" (in Celsius) seems to be about the level of precision people normally use.

This suggests that a temperature scale that's actually optimised for using its digits effectively for everyday use would be roughly a few times the size of Celsius. There happens to be just such a scale, one that pre-dates both Celsius and Farenheit even: degrees Newton. 0°N=0°C=32°F, so we keep the freezing point of water as a nice landmark, very relevant to discussing the weather. A difference of 1°N is roughly 3°C or 5.5°F. A large proportion of normal weather is in the range 0°Q to 9°N, necessitating only a single digit (how's that for efficiency?). A single degree is a small but clear difference, around the level of precision people normally use. If you want to go to fractional degrees, that's fine, but it's marked as something unusually precise. Maybe they'd do that in weather forecasts. 10°N, a clear milestone, is about 30°C or 87°F, which is distincly hot weather. 20°N is roughly the maximum recorded temperature the weather on Earth has reached. The next big milestone, 100°N, doesn't really correspond to anything important I can think of. It's pretty high even for cooking, just slightly higher than the melting point of lead.

Newton's scale does have a major disadvantage that it's not actually clearly defined, since Newton only gave a single reference point, but that's not relevant to the current discussion. Maybe something slightly more fine-grained than degrees Newton would be a little better. I was originally going to use my own made-up scale with units of 2.5°C for this post before learning that the Newton scale already exists.

Anyway. Obviously I'm not actually proposing that people adopt Newton's temperature scale. Pretty much any temperature scale vaguely around the range of Celcius/Farenheit/Newton/Rømer/whatever would do fine for everyday use (even Kelvin wouldn't be that bad, just so long as you're not using something like joules (≅7.25*10^22 K)). I just wanted to make the point that the "Farenheit uses its digits efficiently." thing isn't actually right, it's just that Farenheit uses its digits in the way that Farenheit users are used to.

[hccn-overseer]

Issue 18, 8/16/2023 - The Overseer

Issue Masterpost About the Overseer

Affiliate Happenings

By Roo

Grian: Old buildings? Moldy bread? Pterodactyls? What do the Grian affiliates not have?

Joe Hills: (This is never going to end, is it?) Joe Hills.

Mumbo Jumbo: More like Mumbo Jellyfish, am I right?

Pearlescentmoon: I think the day that the Pearl affiliates are not wet cats in the rain is the day we should all fear.

Now onto other news below the cut!

Remembering TFC One Year On

By Corundumcat

TW: Mentions of death. 

I think 2022 was really hard for the MCYT community, especially the Hermitcraft community. We as a community lost one of the most dedicated Hermits. One year on, not much has really changed and yet a lot has changed. TFC was one of the quieter Hermits who had a distinct style of gameplay and editing. 

TinFoilChef was born on June 29, 1959, and was aged 63 when he passed away. He lived in Tulsa, Oklahoma USA, and was a true Hermit. In the 1970s, he went off grid for about 10-20 years and was found working as a Pizza Hut employee. 

TinFoilChef joined Hermitcraft during Season 2, and played up until his death in Season 9. While many people did not see him interact with the other Hermits, he was always involved in the background. 

May he rest in peace. 

Helplines:

Guestbook for TFC

Obituary 

Grief Support

International Suicide Hotlines

Words on grief

Beyond Blue

Weekly Weather Report

By Lydia

Temperatures are represented using Celsius. Sorry, Americans!

Wednesday: Temperatures will reach a high of 25 degrees and a low of 12 degrees. Skies will be mostly cloudy throughout the entire day and evening.

Thursday: Temperatures will reach a high of 32 degrees with a low of 17 degrees. Skies will be rainy throughout the entire day and clear up around the evening.

Friday: Temperatures will reach a high of 30 degrees with a low of 19 degrees. Skies will be partly sunny.

Saturday: Temperatures will reach a high of 27 degrees with a low of 15 degrees. Skies will be mostly cloudy with scattered showers throughout the day and brief stretches of sunlight.

Sunday: Temperatures will reach a high of 29 degrees with a low of 16 degrees. Skies will contain brief thunderstorms throughout the morning and clear up around the early afternoon.

Monday: Temperatures will reach a high of 33 degrees with a low of 21 degrees. Skies will be mostly sunny, but humidity will be very high throughout the afternoon.

Tuesday: Temperatures will reach a high of 31 degrees with a low of 19 degrees. Skies will have heavy downpours throughout the afternoon and evening after a clear morning.

Wednesday: Temperatures will reach a high of 26 degrees and a low of 13 degrees. Skies will be partly sunny and very windy, though the evening will be mostly cloudy.

Lost and Found

By Lydia

All of the following items have been brought to The Overseer staff’s office for safekeeping until they are claimed. If you recognize one of these items as yours, please visit us to receive your items, or contact us at lostandfound@thehermitnews.org. Lost items will be sent to Twinkly Trash if not picked up after two weeks. Thank you! *Not a real email address.

Item 1. A clock made with jade and diamonds This clock, made with jade and diamonds, has four hands: one for the hour, one for the minutes, one for the seconds, and a fourth hand that seems to point in a different direction each time one sees it. An attempt was made to locate Bdubs to ask if it was his, however, he was not found.

Item 2: A brooch made from sturdy bone depicting a seahorse This brooch appears to be partially made with whalebone and depicts a seahorse made of pearls. It was found not far from Atlantis and shimmers in the light. It also appears to have been made approximately six years ago and was found covered in redstone.

Item 3: A very fancy journal This journal looks like it would belong in a library in an RPG. Inside of it are contents divided into three sections: travel logs, an unusual shopping & to-do list, and finely detailed architectural sketches that almost look like monochromatic photographs. In the middle of the book lies an elegant quill with a violet-midnight-blue gradient with a gold tip.

Item 4: A jar of blackberry and pomegranate jam This jar contains jam made from blackberries and pomegranate and has a label pasted over it depicting a very muscular, pale man with a small bowler hat, a white button down shirt, a rusty orange vest, and a band-aid over his nose. The label also advertises that the consumer will feel an intense increase of focus upon eating it.

Item 5: A case of dark blue lipstick This was found in Pearl’s Alien Base in a small treehouse among several notes regarding “Moon Magic,” a concept as part of a tabletop roleplaying game based upon Pearl’s biome. Aside from the basic premise and a few statistics concepts, no other notes were found.

Item 6: A round jewelry box filled with magenta powder This powder, rumored to enhance taste, is stored in a very light purple round jewelry box adorned with emeralds and citrines. It was found inside of Welsknight’s cathedral in a confessional booth. Parts of the booth itself were also covered in the same magenta powder.

Issue 7: A pair of brass knuckles These brass knuckles were found in the middle of the desert and appear to be very old with various marks of wear and tear on them.

Item 8: A chiller box of noodle kits This box contains a monthly supply of frozen noodle kits with many variations, including Frozen Soba, Pad Thai, Mie Goreng, Pho, Japchae, La Mian, Spaghetti Carbonara, Ramen, Kuay Tiaw, Cincinnati Chili, and many more. The box also comes with noodle toppings. The finder of this box has taken the extra copy of the recipe booklet.

Item 9: A TIE fighter drone This drone wields a knife, but the laser fires are fully functional. The controls are stuck on maximum sensitivity. It might be someone’s custom free cam.

NOTE: Lost items will be sent to Twinkly Trash if not picked up after two weeks. We are also in need of window and wall repairs and the dodo is missing.

Fun and Games

This week's fun and games are brought to you by Lydia and Azure!

Word Search and Crossword by Lydia

Brain Teasers by Azure

And that's all for this week folks! Thank you for reading and have a lovely week :D