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queenshelby · 2 years ago

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Chemical Reactions (P. 15)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy as J Robert Oppenheimer x Student Reader

Warning: Age-Gap, Infidelity, Smut

Words: 4,566

Note: The fic is spoiler free and my own fantasy and imagination. It is not historically and scientifically accurate.

Previous Parts: 1; 2; 3; 4; 5; 6; 7; 8; 9; 10; 11; 12; 13; 14

The morning after….

Early morning sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains covering the window in a room still somewhat unfamiliar to you. Even after six weeks, you were not used to waking up like this, next to the man you had unexpectedly fallen in love with.

You were still blissfully unaware of the new day's arrival, the sunlight falling on your face and illuminating your skin until you seemed to glow with the morning's light. As the early hours of the morning wore on, you began to stir, shifting your position repeatedly in the quest for comfort and a few more minutes of blissful unconsciousness.

But, your quest was abruptly cut short as you felt an alien sensation enter your world. At first, your mind, still clouded by sleep, could not identify it, and all you knew was that it was not Robert by your site.

It was a different feeling, almost like a whiff of air slowly following the curvature of your spine as it made its way down your back. Stopping at the small of your back, it would rebound, travelling upwards until it reached its starting location and began the process anew.

“Y/N?” you then heard a voice, quiet and nervous, and your quickly-wakening mind slowly came to grips with the feeling.

It was, indeed, cold air that slowly moved over your naked back as someone entered the room, quietly, ensuring not to wake you until they were sure it was you as you were facing the opposite direction.

“Lilli? What are…” you began to say, recognising her voice as you turned over quickly in bed, suddenly coming face to face with the source of your awakening.

“I hope you are well rested, Y/N, but you have to get up right now”, Lilli said, her eyes staring into yours with a mix of concern and apprehension.

“Where is Robert?” you asked, seeing she was in his house and knew about your relationship now as she stood in his bedroom, out of all places.

“In the lab, dealing with an incident,” Lilli informed you before throwing your clothes at you, which were found scattered across the bedroom floor.

“Another?” you asked, surprised, while quickly putting on your underwear, pants and blouse.

“Yes, but that is the least of your problems right now”, Lilli told you before informing you that, an hour ago, Kitty Oppenheimer arrived at Los Alamos and is currently undergoing the intake.

“Fuck”, you cursed before hurrying up and gathering your things quickly.

“Make sure you grab everything. Now hurry,” Lilli hurried you along, panicking and knowing very well that she should not be here at Robert Oppenheimer’s residence, warning his mistress, who happened to be her friend.

In Lilli’s mind, all this was disastrous, and without speaking to each other initially, you followed Lilli back to T-101 in haste.

Deep down inside, you hated Kitty being at Los Alamos and taking Robert away from you, but you also knew that she had every right to. After all, you were the intruder in their marriage, not the other way around. But then, there was Robert’s promise. He promised you it would just be you and him, and now this promise was broken.

That, of course, you knew was not his fault and yet, you desperately wanted his wife to go away and pretend for a bit longer than your relationship was what you believed it was. Robert was your lover and the one you hoped to be with for the rest of your life, and the thought of this prospect filled your heart with blissful warmth.

Being your friend, Lilli, of course, cautioned you, and just as you rearranged your things inside the small room of yours, she started to give you a lecture.

“Out of all men in Los Alamos, it had to be Robert Oppenheimer? Really?” Lillie asked seriously, seeing that Dr Oppenheimer should have been off-limits for you and anyone else. Not only was he married to someone else, but he was also the man in charge, and you could be seen as sleeping your way atop.

“Let’s just say that we have some history,” you told Lilli, knowing you could not lie to her. After all, she had just saved you from great embarrassment.

“So, you had an affair with him for a while then?” Lilli asked to which you took a deep breath and looked her in the eyes.

“We got involved with each other back at Berkley around five months ago,” you told her as you felt a wave of guilt overcome you, knowing that, what you were doing, was wrong.

“Are you in love with him?” Lilli wanted to know, and this was a question you had been dreading since the moment Lilli found out.

“Yes, which is ironic since, until most recently, I did not even believe in love, and I told him that. But then, I received letter after letter from him, and they changed things for me,” you explained, which Lilli took a moment to process since there had been rumours about these letters and some allegations about an affair. The women at the switchboards and in the correspondence review department liked to gossip, and while Robert used unofficial channels to contact you, some of them still knew that he had been seeing someone else. To Liili, there was no doubt that Kitty knew as well, which was probably why she was here now. She wanted to save her marriage; no one could blame her.

“Love is a fickle thing. You never know where you may find it,” Lilli said nonetheless, choosing her words wisely before telling you how she had found out about your affair with Robert Oppenheimer.

“Dr Oppenheimer wants you off the implosion research team as he is concerned about your exposure to plutonium. It was something he brought up with Hans Bethe and Teller yesterday, which made me wonder whether he took a particular interest in you and your reproductive health” Lillie chuckled before pointing out that she could also put one on one together. Your absence, flirting and long hours in the laboratory with no one but Robert Oppenheimer accompanying you gave it away, coupled with his worry and concern for you.

“He wants what?” you asked, interrupting her. You were somewhat shocked by Lilli's revelation since Robert did not bother to inform you about his conversations with Hans Bethe and Teller about pulling you off the team.

“Yes. Teller told me yesterday that you may be joining our team instead,” Lilli pointed out, to which you shook your head in disbelief. The thought of Robert betraying you like this left you nauseated again, and this nausea gave rise to Robert’s concerns in the first place.

“He may not be wrong, you know?” Lilli thus said before also telling you that you should get your health issues checked out as nausea is just one of the many signs of radiation poisoning.

“I do not have radiation poisoning,” you told Lilli while pulling your radiation tag off your pants and handing it to her.

“I had this scanned yesterday, and there is no radiation exposure. I am careful, and O told Robert this too,” you pointed out before grabbing some of your things scattered on your bed.

You then put your hair into a ponytail and washed down your face in readiness for work, although the laboratory was not the first place you were heading.

“Where are you going? We still have half an hour?” Lilli asked, seeing the anger and frustration written all over her face.

“Robert’s office because I am not abandoning my research,” you told Lilli, who was incredibly surprised by how confident you were.

“So, you will tell the project leader, Robert Oppenheimer, ‘no’?” Lilli chuckled, and you nodded.

“Yes, pretty much. I will tell him to mind his own business,” you spat before storming off, raging.

***

Several minutes later, you arrived at Robert’s office, but instead of finding him there, you saw only his secretary talking shop with Kitty Oppenheimer.

As usual, Kitty carried a flask filled with liquor and smoked a cigarette, looking elegant in a dress and wearing red lipstick.

Knowing that she was at Los Alamos, you expected to see her but did not expect to run into her at Robert’s office since the non-workings civilians were not usually granted access to the project side.

“Can I help you?” Robert’s secretary asked as you walked in, but before you could answer her question, Kitty took a good look at you and interrupted.

“Y/N Y/LN, is it?” she asked, pretending only to remember your name, and you knew that the truth was that she knew very well who you were.

“Yes, Mrs Oppenheimer. It is good to see you,” you lied, attempting to shake her hand, which was a gesture she refused.

“You look like a rag with dirty hands. I have no desire to touch them,” she said rather directly, causing you to swallow harshly.

“I seem to have a few issues getting the ink off my skin”, you said, seeing that your pen had been leaking for days and scrubbing them without success.

“Is ink what you are experimenting with?” Kitty chuckled sarcastically, and whilst you wanted to respond with something like “No, I am experimenting with your husband”, you restrained yourself from doing so.

“No, Mrs Oppenheimer. But I do use ink to write down my findings. Would you please excuse me? I am here to see your husband,” you told her politely before looking up towards his office door, seeing whether he was inside.

“Robert isn’t here. I haven’t even seen him yet myself,” Kitty pointed out before sending you on your way, and it was not until this evening that you saw Robert again at a dinner party hosted by Hans Bethe and his wife, welcoming Kitty to Los Alamos.

***

Having worked with and studied under Hans, you were invited, and since you were desperate to speak with Robert, you attended.

You knew that, with his wife Kitty being there, you had to be careful and thus kept your distance from Robert the entire night until he eventually left the house to get some fresh air.

Pretending to need a cigarette, you followed him outside, and within less than a minute, you ended up inside the small laundry shed out the back where, hopefully, you could not be seen.

Just as Robert seized the opportunity and pulled you into the empty shed, however, trying to kiss you, you pulled away from him, and your hand slipped, leaving a red mark on his cheek.

“Don’t you dare, Robert?” you told him as anger filled your voice.

“I did not know that Kitty would come here. She said that she wouldn’t, but she changed her mind. Her mother passed away, and apparently, she needed a change of scenery,” Robert began to say, sighing deeply. However, you interrupted him again before he could finish his sentence, unwilling to hear any of his excuses.

“Robert, I am not angry with you because your wife is here. I am angry with you because you are pulling me off the implosion project without talking to me about it first,” you told him with great anger and, to your surprise, Robert cupped your face.

“Y/N, I am in love with you, and I am trying to keep you safe,” he told you gently while looking into your eyes again with his own, so blue that you could get lost within them.

“Fuck you, Robert,” you said nonetheless as, unbeknownst to him, you fought with yourself internally. It was the age-old fight between reason and desire.

“We had a deal”, you reminded him, and he had broken his promise to you.

“Does this research mean so much to you?” Robert asked, causing you to look at him with some confusion.

“Yes! Yes, it does,” you confirmed, and he nodded while approaching you like a punished dog.

“All right, I will keep you on the plutonium research for now, but I insist you take a medical next week. Are we clear?” Robert then told you with his eyes casting downward.

“Yes”, you promised him, smiling, but, unlike him, you looked straight ahead confidently.

“Now, do you forgive me, my love?” Robert was quick to ask, and you shook your head and smirked.

“That depends,” you told him, pulling him towards you harshly while allowing yourself to lean against the sink behind you.

“This is not a good idea. We could get caught,” Robert cautioned you just before you placed your index finger against his lips.

‘Not if you are quiet”, you told him while relishing the heat of his body against your own. You enjoyed the hold you knew you had over him, and whilst you were still hungry for answers as to why he intended to pull you from your research project, you couldn’t help but feel hungry for something else as well. The feeling of your internal heat was intense, and you pulled him towards you more tightly now until you were pressed together, chest to chest, belly to belly, thigh to thigh.

For a moment, you were both silent, staring at each other until, with a great shuddering breath, you slid your hand between you, fumbling with his belt.

“What are you doing?” Robert wanted to know while he was under your spell all so suddenly.

“Reminding you of your promise to me,” you told him just as your nose touched his, and you tipped your face upward and into a sudden kiss, taking Robert by surprise.

‘My promise to you will stand, always and forever, because I love you,” he said after quickly pulling his lips away from yours.

‘Good, now show me how much you love me, Dr Oppenheimer,” you told him again as you kissed him, and, by this point, you were becoming increasingly desperate for his touch.

“I want you to fuck me. Right here. While your wife is in there, enjoying her martinis,” you eventually said lightly against his lips, smiling seductively before, finally, craving complete contact.

‘Then take off your panties”, Robert said as, at the same time, you slowly pushed down his pants, demanding more.

‘I am not wearing any’, you teased while lifting one of your legs and throwing your arms around his neck.

‘Now that is very naughty, isn’t it?’ Robert chuckled as he reached for the thigh of your other leg, lifting that one, too, before pinning you against the sink.

“Your cum has been leaking out of me all day. It’s such a divine feeling, Robert,” you told him before pulling his lips towards yours again while hanging suspended, pressed against the sink, with Robert’s hands beneath you, lifting your skirt.

As you were kissing, you tugged at Robert’s hair to better angle your mouth towards him, taking his bottom lip into your own and biting down on it, maybe a little too sharply, eliciting a huff.

‘Let me give you more then’, Robert said, and with this, he immediately stumbled forward even further, and your back hit the sink more harshly now, knocking the air out of you. With one hand under each of your thighs, Robert continued to support you between the sink and his hips, bones digging into you painfully.

‘I simply love having sex with you and filling you with my cum”, Robert told you as he pulled back from your kisses to make eye contact with you while getting rid of the last bit of fabric between your respective cores.

‘I know you do’, you teased before carrying on, demanding more as the heat ran through your belly, urgent, painful, like a steady electric current, radiating out from your core, already slick with want and need.

‘I am at your mercy, my love. You are who I want to be with. Always’ Robert said teasingly as his lips moved to your throat.

‘Then divorce Kitty. End your marriage for me,’ you said as you began biting Robert’s ear while he buried his face in your chest.

‘I will. Soon Robert groaned while lifting you up until he could bite at your breast through the fabric of your blouse.

‘Good’, you moaned, breath heavy like a horse at the races, sweat dripping from you both. By this point, you could also already feel the head of your lover’s cock pushing against you, and a sense of electricity shot upward through your belly and into your chest.

You squirmed, and Robert smirked as he suddenly pushed his entire length into you with one firm stroke.

You gasped and shrieked with surprise before you tightened your legs around him, and he pulled out slightly and started the steady rhythm, muscles flexing through his shirt under your touch.

‘I love you, Y/N. I will always love you,’ Robert groaned as he kept thrusting into you while kissing your neck.

‘I love you too,’ you responded nonetheless as you pulled Robert’s head back harshly, using the fingers that were already tangled up in his hair, causing him to hiss in discomfort.

‘And you are mine, Robert’ you then smirked before lowering your legs forcefully against his grip and pushing him away from you with ease.

‘I am yours, my love,’ Robert confirmed before reaching for your hips again and spinning you around.

You gasped as your hands landed on the flat of the podium in front of you, and he pulled you back towards him again before entering you from behind.

‘I will always be yours’, Robert told you, and, by this point, the hunger on your face was almost too much to bear as Robert was hitting that lovely spot of yours.

‘Oh god, yes’, you moaned. You were panting and crying out for him, speaking his name in the most passionate way imaginable. You were nearing your end, and Robert’s hand slipped around your waist, and his long fingers soon found your clit. Gently, he circled your soft spot while thrusting in and out of you, hard and deep, making your legs quiver until you suddenly heard a noise from outside the small shed you were in.

“Robert?” you heard Kitty call out, looking for her husband and, just as she did, his hand came down on your mouth.

“Fuck”, you cursed against his palm, stalling as you were so goddamn close when, abruptly, the door opened, and you saw her while she saw you.

“I can’t say I am surprised, but I am disgusted”, was all she said before turning around and walking away from you both, returning to the house while Robert pulled out of you and gasped for air.

“And now?” you asked, adjusting your skirt.

“And now I go home with my wife and child”, he told you before kissing your forehead, leaving you saddened. “I am sorry, my love,” he told you but all you could do was nod.

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d-criss-news · 7 months ago

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Darren Criss on Bringing Robot Love to Broadway With ‘Maybe Happy Ending’

Chances are the multi-talented Darren Criss is as cross-eyed as the rest of us are with the twists and turns his career has taken over the past 13 years. In 2009, he began in television with six years of Glee, playing the lead singer of the Warblers, and helping power a Warblers focused soundtrack album to Number 2 on the Billboard album chart. Then in 2018 he switched fromsinging to spree killing, giving a stunning, steel-plated performance as Andrew Cunanan in Ryan Murphy’s American Crime Story: The Assassination of Gianni Versace. That got him a Golden Globe and a Primetime Emmy and set people to thinking there might be a serious actor lurking inside that singer.

Before that could be settled, the singer reemerged, as a replacement in a Broadway revival of How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying, raking in $4 million during his three weeks. That was followed with an Off-Broadway revival of Little Shop of Horrors at the Westside Theater and a stint in Hedwig and the Angry Inch at the Belasco Theater.

Two years ago, the actor was back when producer Jeffrey Richards hired him for some deep-dish David Mamet drama, American Buffalo. Now Richardshas returned Criss to the Belasco, and singing, for an original Broadway musical, Maybe Happy Ending—a very original musical, in that it’s about the love life of robots in Seoul circa 2064.

You’ll not find much of that Glee guy you know and love in the character Criss plays in Maybe Happy Ending, a lonely Helperbot robot who putters aimlessly about his tiny apartment, listens to jazz and devotes all his TLC to a favorite pot plant. That changes swiftly when a female form of Helperbot, Claire (Helen J Shen), drops by to borrow his charger. Sparks fly, then conversation, and inevitably a kind of amorous connection.

Despite the nuts and bolts, what we have here is basically a rom-com, with a charming book and score by a couple of NYU classmates.

Actually, there are two books and two scores, one in English, one in Korean. Will Aronson, 43, of New Haven, composed the music, and Hue Park, 41 of South Korea wrote the lyrics. Once they did that, they put their heads together and wrote “connecting tissue”—a play in praise of love’s rejuvenating effects. Even robots at the end of their warranty are susceptible.

Evidently, Hue won the toss because the Korean version premiered first—in Seoul, where the story is set—and proved to be such a success that stateside productions were put together. The English edition made its first U.S. appearance two years ago at Atlanta’s Alliance Theater, where The New York Times’ Jesse Green deemed it “Broadway-ready.” Thus, we now have a live-action robot show going strong on West 44th.

The terror of doing this kind of production, Criss confesses, is that actors are afraid they’ll look like cartoons of their character, taking big, blocky robot steps around the stage. “The show has no listed choreographer,” he tells Observer. But he feels he has that situation well in hand. He and director Michael Arden “have taken a particular interest in making sure the physicality is distinct,” he says. “And I’d be remiss not to mention a teacher at Juilliard, Moni Yakim, who had some Zoom discussion with us about this.

“It’s kind of a cocktail of those three things: Moni’s suggestions, Michael’s pursuit of perfection and my own interest in physical theater. It’s a skill set that I’ve never been able to utilize—at least to this level. When I was in college, I took a semester off so that I could study physical theater at the Accademia dell’Arte, the performing arts school in Arezzo, Italy.”

A cast of four inhabit the show: Dez Duron, Marcus Choi, Criss, and Shen. You may detect a little kinetic energy between Criss and Shen. That’s because they both attended the University of Michigan—albeit, not at the same time. “She graduated about two seconds ago, and I may have graduated a little longer ago than that,” concedes Criss.

“She graduated two years ago, and 10 years ago my name was up on the marquee at the Belasco Theater. And to be able to come back to the Belasco—but this time to share that billing with a fellow Michigan grad—is a very special moment for me. I’m now the upper-class man to the freshman of Helen J Shen. This is her Broadway debut. It’s a big moment for her, and getting to see her through that on stage—to call that a job is really a special thing for me.”

The enthusiasm Criss brings to the stage is practically palpable—and he still remembers where it came from: encountering Robin Williams at an impressionably early age in the 1992 animated Disney flick, Aladdin, in which his outrageous Genie-jiving was almost heart-stoppingly hilarious.

“I was probably six or seven—and I noticed how this audience connected with each other and with this Genie on the screen. I was very taken with that idea, and I wanted to give people what this Genie was giving them. Then, I found out the voice of that Genie was Robin Williams, who was such a prominent figure out in San Francisco, where I grew up. That made it an accessible concept: ’Oh, Mr. Williams is an actor. I’d like to be an actor, too.’ So I hopped right on it.”

#darren criss #observer #helen j shen #michael arden #robin williams #uofmichigan #maybe happy ending #maybe happy ending bway #press #nov 2024

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newyorkthegoldenage · 1 year ago

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Two pioneering pilots (Ray Cullman in the rear; man in front may be K. J. Dooley or Joseph Murphy) about to fly to Tulsa in a Curtiss Oriole (Model 17, Experiment 519, Design L-72) T-1217, 1920.

Photo: National Air & Space Museum/Smithsonian Institution

#vintage New York #1920s #early aviation #Ray Cullman #KJ Dooley #Joseph Murphy #Curtiss aircraft #Curtiss Oriole #vintage aviation

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thatlotuscookie · 8 months ago

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I know I have a lot of a lot of people about this question but how do you feel about the League of villains staying at reader’s families Haunted Mansion (like the Disney movie haunted mansion with Eddie Murphy?) since Halloween is coming up just thought it would be fun? 😄

✧･ﾟ: a/n : ooh, I love that idea! The League of Villains in a haunted mansion sounds like a perfect mix of spooky and fun, especially with Halloween coming up! :33 I can just imagine all the chaos they’d bring. Thanks for the suggestion. HAHA imagine trick or treating/pumpkin carving w them, that would be funny. enjoy!!

✧ Title: ✧ Haunted Mansion Shenanigans ✧ ✧ Characters: Shigaraki, Dabi, Kurogiri, Toga, Reader (Gender Neutral), theres also a bit of Dabi x Reader loll i got carried away w my fav villain udwoq ✧ Genre: Halloween, Fluff, Humor ✧ Rating: T ✧ Summary: It's Halloween season, and your family's old mansion becomes the perfect backdrop for a gathering of the League of Villains. ✧ Content Warnings: None really, ig Horror elements?? LMAO. Language✧ WC: 3007 words // 17k chars

It was Halloween season, and the air was thick with the scent of fallen leaves and impending chills. Your family's old mansion, inherited from a long line of eccentric relatives, stood at the edge of town. With its creaking wooden floors, ornate chandeliers, and walls lined with portraits that seemed to follow you, it was the perfect setting for a gathering of the League of Villains.

As you prepared for their arrival, a mixture of excitement and anxiety bubbled in your chest. You loved your friends, but bringing the League of Villains into your family’s home felt like a recipe for chaos. Still, the thought of sharing your favorite Halloween traditions with them filled you with warmth.

When the League finally arrived, they stepped through the heavy, creaking doors, eyes wide with curiosity. Dabi strolled in first, his usual aloof demeanor overshadowed by a hint of intrigue. “Nice place you got here,” he muttered, his eyes scanning the grand foyer.

“Yeah, it’s, uh, got character,” you replied, trying to keep your tone light.

Kurogiri floated in next, his foggy form swirling around him. “A most peculiar ambiance,” he remarked, glancing around with an approving nod.

Toga bounced in, her energy infectious. “This place is perfect for a spooky party! Look at those portraits! I wonder if they’ll move!” She dashed to one of the paintings, peering closely, her wide grin revealing her excitement.

“Focus, Toga,” Shigaraki grumbled, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. “We’re not here to play with ghosts.”

“Aw, come on! Where’s your sense of fun?” she teased, sticking her tongue out at him.

“Fun? You mean destruction?” he shot back, though even he couldn’t help the slight curve of his lips as he watched Toga.

As the evening wore on, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting eerie shadows throughout the mansion. You had set up a movie marathon featuring classic horror films, and the group settled in the grand living room, surrounded by dim lighting and flickering candles.

“Why do you even like this stuff?” Dabi asked, leaning back against the couch, arms crossed.

“It’s tradition! Plus, it’s fun to be scared,” you replied, trying to convince him. “A little thrill never hurt anyone, right?”

He rolled his eyes but didn’t argue further. Instead, he let his gaze wander, catching snippets of the movie. You could see a flicker of interest behind his usual disinterest.

The first film began, a classic slasher flick. Toga was immediately glued to the screen, gasping and laughing at every jump scare. “This is amazing!” she squealed, eyes shining with excitement.

Kurogiri sat quietly, his gaze fixed on the screen, occasionally glancing at Toga, who was completely absorbed in the film. Shigaraki, on the other hand, seemed utterly uninterested. He lounged on the couch, his fingers tapping impatiently on his thigh.

“Why are we watching this junk?” he mumbled, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Can’t we just destroy something?”

“Shut up, Shigaraki! This is Halloween! You’re supposed to enjoy it,” you chided, though you couldn’t hide your smile.

As the movie progressed, Dabi found himself relaxing more, despite his attempts to remain cool and aloof. He leaned back against the couch, seemingly unfazed, but you caught the way his eyes flickered towards you now and then. A small part of him was invested, even if he wouldn’t admit it.

By the time the first movie ended, the atmosphere had shifted. Laughter and playful banter filled the air, and you felt a warm sense of belonging with your friends.

“Alright, next movie!” you declared, rifling through the stack of DVDs.

But before you could decide, Dabi’s voice broke through the chatter. “I need a drink. Anyone want anything?” He stood up, stretching lazily.

“I’ll take some snacks!” Toga exclaimed, practically bouncing in her seat.

“Same,” Shigaraki said, a hint of excitement creeping into his otherwise bored tone.

As Dabi headed to the kitchen, you followed, hoping to lighten the mood further. “You know, I’m glad you came. I thought you’d all back out.”

“Why would we do that?” he replied, leaning against the counter, eyes fixed on you. “This is actually kinda… nice.”

His admission caught you off guard. Dabi, usually so guarded, was letting his walls down, even if just a little. You felt your cheeks warm, and you quickly diverted your gaze to the snacks.

“So, uh, what do you think of the mansion?” you asked, trying to maintain a casual tone.

“It’s creepy,” he replied, his expression serious. “But not in a bad way. I get why you like it.”

A small smile tugged at your lips. “You have no idea how much it means to hear you say that.”

Dabi met your gaze, and for a moment, the playful atmosphere outside faded away. You could sense a shift between you, something unspoken but lingering in the air. Just as you were about to say more, Toga burst into the kitchen, her energy disrupting the moment.

“Did you guys find the ghost yet?” she joked, peering around the kitchen as if expecting to see a spectral figure.

“No ghost here,” Dabi replied, smirking. “Just us. Boring.”

“Boring? I don’t think so! This place is amazing!” Toga insisted, grabbing a handful of chips and munching loudly.

With snacks in hand, you all returned to the living room. As the second movie started—a classic ghost story—you settled back into your spot, trying to ignore the electric tension that had formed between you and Dabi.

The film had just begun when the lights flickered ominously, casting strange shadows around the room. A low rumble of thunder echoed outside, and the power flickered momentarily.

“Great, just what we need,” Shigaraki grumbled, his annoyance apparent.

Toga laughed nervously. “It’s just part of the ambiance, right?”

As if on cue, the power went out completely, plunging the room into darkness. A collective gasp echoed, followed by a burst of laughter from Toga.

“Okay, this is officially spooky!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with thrill.

“Great. Now we’re in a horror movie,” Shigaraki deadpanned, his eyes glinting in the faint light from the candles.

Dabi, however, seemed unfazed. He pulled out his phone, using its light to illuminate the room. “Guess we’ll have to make our own fun.”

“Like what?” you asked, trying to keep the mood light despite the darkness.

“Ghost stories?” he suggested, a hint of a smirk on his lips.

You felt a rush of adrenaline. “Sure! But we can’t just tell any ghost story. It has to be about this mansion!”

Everyone agreed, and the circle formed as you took turns sharing your scariest tales. As you began recounting a particularly chilling story about a lost spirit who haunted the very halls of your mansion, you noticed Dabi leaning closer, his interest piqued.

As the night wore on, the stories became more elaborate, filled with exaggerated details and laughter. You could see Toga getting more animated, while Shigaraki leaned back, pretending to be disinterested but clearly entertained.

Then, suddenly, the lights flickered back on, illuminating the room once more. Dabi leaned back, arms crossed, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Boring,” he declared, earning a round of groans from everyone.

But the mood had shifted again. With the stories lingering in the air, you could feel the energy around you change, becoming more intimate. Dabi’s gaze occasionally flicked to you, and you couldn’t help but feel a warmth spread through your chest.

“Alright, who’s ready for the next movie?” you announced, trying to steer everyone back to the fun.

“I say we watch something scary!” Toga suggested, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Yeah, something that’ll actually make us jump,” Shigaraki added, his tone sarcastic.

You rummaged through the movies, finally settling on a psychological thriller. As the film started, you felt Dabi settle beside you on the couch, his body heat radiating against you. The tension between you two felt electric, every small movement of his heightening your awareness.

Halfway through the movie, as a particularly tense scene unfolded, Dabi suddenly leaned closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. It felt comforting, safe. You could feel your heart race, and you glanced sideways at him. He didn’t seem to notice your gaze, his focus entirely on the screen, though you caught a glimpse of a rare softness in his expression.

The film continued, tension building as characters faced impossible choices, and you found yourself drawn into it all—Dabi’s presence beside you, the stories you’d shared, the camaraderie you all had found in this spooky setting.

Just when you thought the night couldn’t get any better, Toga suddenly let out a squeal as a jump scare lit up the screen. Dabi’s grip tightened instinctively, pulling you closer as you stifled a laugh.

You could feel Dabi's heart beating steadily beside you, and his warmth enveloped you like a soft blanket. You tried to focus on the movie, but the moment was charged with a different kind of tension, one that sent butterflies swirling in your stomach. Every so often, you'd catch him glancing at you, his gaze lingering for just a moment longer than necessary.

As the plot twisted and turned, the movie's atmosphere grew heavier, filled with dread and suspense. The tension among the group mirrored that of the film, but you could also feel the underlying connection between you and Dabi deepening. When the characters on screen faced peril, you couldn’t help but lean slightly into him, seeking comfort.

"Hey, what's wrong? You scared?" he teased, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

You shot him a playful glare. "Maybe a little. It's just… it's a creepy movie!"

He chuckled softly, the sound low and warm. “It’s just a movie, you know. You’re not actually gonna get haunted.” His voice dropped slightly, almost conspiratorial. “Unless you count me as the real ghost here.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Right, a ghost with a fiery personality.”

As the film reached its climax, with suspenseful music heightening the tension, the room was filled with gasps and shouts. Toga was on the edge of her seat, clutching the edge of the couch, while Shigaraki let out an exasperated sigh, trying to act indifferent. But you could tell he was just as engaged, a flicker of intrigue in his eyes.

When the movie finally reached its conclusion, and the credits began to roll, everyone erupted into a discussion about their favorite parts. You were still riding the adrenaline from the film when Dabi leaned back, stretching his arms behind you in a casual yet deliberate manner. His presence enveloped you, leaving no space between your bodies.

“Alright, who’s next to pick a movie?” you asked, trying to keep the energy going.

“I wanna watch something funny now! I need to lighten the mood after that horror fest,” Toga exclaimed, practically bouncing in her seat.

Shigaraki shrugged. “Whatever. Just don’t pick something stupid.”

With the lights flickering, you rummaged through the stack of movies again, finally landing on a classic comedy. As you set it up, Dabi shifted slightly, allowing you to feel the warmth of his arm against yours.

As the film played, laughter filled the room, and the energy shifted once more. Toga was in fits of giggles, clutching her stomach as she laughed at the antics on screen, while Shigaraki rolled his eyes, clearly not impressed but trying to hide the small smirk on his face.

Dabi, however, had grown quieter. You glanced at him, noticing how he seemed to be lost in thought. His usual laid-back demeanor was replaced by a contemplative expression.

“Hey, what’s up?” you asked softly, not wanting to disrupt the laughter around you.

He turned his head, locking eyes with you, and for a moment, the world around you faded away. “Just… thinking,” he replied, his voice low.

“About what?” you pressed gently, curious about what went through his mind.

“Just how this is… different,” he admitted, glancing back at the screen but clearly not focused on the movie anymore. “Not bad different, just… different.”

You smiled, feeling warmth spread through your chest. “I’m glad you’re here, Dabi. It means a lot.”

He met your gaze again, and for a moment, everything else faded into the background—the laughter, the movie, the eerie ambiance of the mansion. “Yeah, well… I guess I didn’t mind it,” he replied, his tone softer than usual.

Before you could respond, Toga suddenly leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Okay, but who’s brave enough to explore the mansion? I want to find ghosts!”

“Oh, come on!” Shigaraki groaned. “You’re not serious.”

“Yes! Let’s do it!” Toga insisted, practically vibrating with excitement.

“I’ll go,” you said, catching Dabi’s gaze. “I could use some more adventure, and who knows what we might find?”

Shigaraki rolled his eyes again, clearly not wanting to miss out on anything. “Fine. Just don’t scream and make us all look like idiots.”

With that, the group rallied together, ready for exploration. You could feel the thrill in the air as you made your way through the mansion, guided by the flickering glow of candles.

As you wandered the hallways, the portraits seemed to watch your every move. Dabi stayed close to you, his presence grounding amidst the uncertainty. Occasionally, he’d brush against you, his warmth radiating through the chilly air.

You paused in front of a particularly imposing portrait of an ancestor, the eyes seeming to follow you. “This one gives me the creeps,” you muttered.

“Creeped out by a painting?” Dabi teased, though there was a hint of amusement in his eyes.

You turned to him, a mock-serious expression on your face. “It’s not just any painting! It’s a haunted one!”

“Right. And I’m a ghost,” he replied, smirking.

You both shared a laugh, and for a moment, the tension of the night melted away.

As you ventured deeper into the mansion, you heard a creak from upstairs. “Did you hear that?” Toga whispered, her eyes wide.

“Yeah. Let’s check it out,” you suggested, adrenaline pumping through your veins.

As you made your way up the grand staircase, the floorboards creaked beneath your feet. Dabi followed closely behind, and you could sense his protectiveness. As you reached the top, the hallway was dimly lit, with shadows dancing along the walls.

“Okay, we’re here,” you whispered. “What now?”

“Now we listen,” Shigaraki said, leaning against the wall, arms crossed.

The silence was almost deafening, filled only with the faint sounds of the wind outside. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew through the hallway, causing the candles to flicker wildly. Toga jumped, grabbing onto your arm tightly.

“Okay, that was creepy,” she squeaked.

Just then, Dabi stepped forward, his expression serious. “Stay close,” he murmured, moving to stand slightly in front of you.

As you wandered down the hall, you passed a door slightly ajar. “What’s in there?” you asked, motioning towards it.

“Let’s find out,” Dabi said, nudging the door open with a flick of his wrist. The room inside was dusty, filled with old furniture and cobwebs. A single window was cracked open, letting in a breeze that made the sheer curtains flutter.

Toga peered in, her curiosity piqued. “Ooh, spooky! Let’s look around!” she exclaimed, stepping inside.

As the group explored, you felt Dabi’s presence close behind you. His warmth was comforting, grounding you amid the eerie ambiance of the room.

Suddenly, Toga let out a small squeal, pointing at a rusted old mirror. “Guys, look! It’s a magic mirror! I bet it shows your future!”

Shigaraki rolled his eyes, but even he couldn’t hide the amusement in his tone. “Or it just reflects your face.”

Dabi stepped forward, looking at the mirror with a raised eyebrow. “Yeah, right. I don’t believe in that stuff.”

You moved closer, the mirror reflecting your curious expression. “What if it really does show something? What’s the harm in looking?”

As you stepped in front of the mirror, you caught a glimpse of your reflection, but something felt different. For a fleeting moment, you thought you saw a flicker of a shadow behind you in the glass.

“Did you see that?” you gasped, spinning around.

“See what?” Dabi asked, looking around.

You pointed back at the mirror. “I swear I saw something! It was—”

Before you could finish, the mirror suddenly shattered, glass exploding outward, causing everyone to jump back in surprise.

“Holy—!” Shigaraki shouted, pulling Toga closer as he braced himself.

Dabi instinctively stepped in front of you, his body shielding you from the broken shards. “Are you okay?” he asked, concern etched across his features.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you replied, your heart racing. “But that was creepy!”

Toga laughed nervously, glancing between you and Dabi. “That was the coolest thing ever! It’s like a horror movie!”

“More like a disaster waiting to happen,” Shigaraki muttered, looking unimpressed.

Dabi’s grip on you tightened for a moment, his eyes scanning the room. “Let’s get out of here,” he said, his tone serious.

You nodded in agreement, and the group hurried back into the hallway, adrenaline pumping through your veins.

Once back in the main area, the tension shifted. The excitement of exploring the mansion and the spooky atmosphere heightened your awareness of Dabi’s presence beside you. You could feel the warmth radiating from him, a safe harbor in the chaotic night.

As you settled back in the living room, you glanced over at Dabi. He seemed different now, his usual aloofness replaced by a genuine curiosity.

“Hey, you okay?” you asked softly, trying to gauge his thoughts.

“Yeah, just… a lot happening,” he replied, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “But it’s not bad. Just different, like I said.”

You smiled, appreciating his honesty. “I’m glad you’re here. It makes all of this more fun.”

His gaze met yours, and in that moment, you felt an unspoken connection, a shared understanding of the night’s unpredictability.

“Yeah,” he agreed, a hint of a smile breaking through. “Guess I don’t mind being your ghost tonight.”

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youthereader · 2 years ago

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Near Zero part 4.

PAIRING: cillian murphy as j. robert oppenheimer x fem!reader

SUMMARY: 2k words. Brought on as part of the Manhattan Project, your old physics professor sees you in a new light.

RATING: E; mentions of smut, infidelity, drinking, period-typical sexism

A/N: Although based on real life characters, this is J. Robert Oppenheimer as played by Cillian Murphy, a fictional character, and does not intend to be accurate. This is merely for entertainment. Once again, I owe @indulgence-be-thy-name my life. My brain just isn't co-operative at the best of times and she's the best. This is a bit of a filler chapter but I hope you like it anyway! 🖤

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“Kitty would like you to come for dinner.”

You glance up from your paper, brows hiking as he leans over you, his voice soft. You recall his seminars at that same volume. He never gave the same lecture twice, so more fool anyone that didn’t understand the concepts Oppie spoke of.

Your lips part. “Oh.”

You’ve never spoken to Kitty Oppenheimer. You saw her as recently as yesterday when you walked to get milk from the store in the center of town. She was in the street, laughing with one of the wives of a fellow physicist. You didn’t know she knew who you were.

“We’re having a group over tomorrow night,” he adds. “We’ll have an awful lot of fun.”

Someone calls for him and you use the moment to gather your thoughts, to think of an excuse. As he returns to your side, you whisper:

“Robert.”

You began to call him by his first name a week ago, after you slept together for the first time. You were way past calling him ‘Dr. Oppenheimer’, and you called him ‘Oppie’ now in front of others. If anyone noticed, they haven’t let on, and if they were to ask why the change, you’re sure you’d tell a half-truth – you were closer to him now than your days at Berkeley. You were on equal footing, in a way. You did not, however, moan ‘Oppie’ when he pleasured you with either hands, cock, or tongue.

“She doesn’t know,” he whispers back, as if reading your mind.

The look he gives you, along with the accompanying pat on your shoulder, tells you he doesn’t believe you’re walking into trap. You nod, and you part ways once more.

You’ve slept with him a few times since the first night. All within the T building, all under the cover of darkness. You wish you could sneak him into your house but it would be noticed. He already walked you home more than once in full view of the street.

A guard or two would know you and Robert leave together occasionally, but that isn’t unusual. He is often with other people because of the nature of his position.

You haven’t behaved any differently, thus raising suspicions. You don’t feel any guilt. Perhaps that part of you doesn’t exist, at least not when it concerns him. It would be more of a headache that a morality issue if Kitty were to confront you about it; from what you’ve heard, she’s a nightmare to deal with when she makes something or someone her mission.

You arrive the next evening at the Oppenheimer residence, flashing your pass at the guards at the picket fence. You’re let through with a curt nod, feeling your nerves intensify when you hear the laughter coming from within the house.

You’re late, having delayed getting ready. You decided to dress well, but not ostentatiously. You wear your best dress, having not worn it since arriving in Los Alamos. You notice a mark on your shoe as you walk towards the front door, pausing to buff it away with your free hand. Your other arm carries a cake tin your mother gifted you – and until tonight, you never had a use for it.

You knock on the front door and wait a minute before it opens, revealing Robert, sans porkpie hat. He smiles slowly, blue eyes sparkling with outright delight.

“Hello,” he murmurs, and kisses you on the lips, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“Hi,” you whisper, and glance over his shoulder.

You’re aware of his eyes still on you, taking you in. Standing there on his front doorstep, you know it’s perhaps the only time you’ll have alone with him all evening.

“I’m very happy to see you, darling,” he says.

“Is it her?” someone calls, and you recognize it as Kitty, your heart leaping.

Robert leads you in, shutting the door behind you. Kitty appears, eyes widening, her cigarette in her mouth. She takes it out, exhaling as she comes toward you. She stares at the cake tin, coming in to kiss you as Europeans do, one-two, her hands on your shoulders.

“You’re adorable, you brought cake!”

“I thought chocolate would be a safe choice,” you murmur, feeling your cheeks flush.

She plucks the cake from you and spins around, forcing you to follow her down the hall with Robert behind you. He reaches out and squeezes the tip of your fingers before letting go, your stomach flipping.

“We’re in the den…”

You walk in to see a group of five other couples. All the men you know, but the wives are part of Kitty’s club that meet for drinks almost daily. Kitty announces you with a flourish of her manicured hand, and you raise a hand to wave an awkward hello to the several pairs of eyes set upon you.

You shake hands, kiss some cheeks and then are ushered by Kitty into the kitchen where she sets the cake on a plate, examining it.

“Dessert done. Good for us,” she says, and she glances over to Robert whose back is to you both. “Where are those martinis, dear?”

“Almost done,” he replies. “Very, very soon.”

“Hmm. Not nearly soon enough,” Kitty says. She gives you a playful wink.

Robert turns, two martinis in hand, giving one to his wife. She takes a sip, licking her lips.

“Thank God.”

He hands you the other, and you follow suit, eyes meeting his when the alcohol reaches your tongue. There must be a whisper of vermouth.

“He will get you drunk,” Kitty says, and she takes off again, expecting you to follow her.

You sit on either side of two scientists from the experimental physicists, your ankles together as you nurse your drink. Kitty talks the most and possibly drinks the most, Robert plying everyone with as much alcohol as possible as the night goes on. Dinner is served haphazardly by Kitty, but she’s not a sloppy drinker. She’s surprisingly sharp, and a great cook from what you can discern. A beef ragu helps slow the alcohol, at least for a time, before the crowd gets rowdier.

Robert doesn’t raise his voice, ever. He drinks steadily, thoroughly, throughout the night, but doesn’t guzzle it down. He barely eats. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him eat a full meal in all the years you’ve known him. He chain smokes, lighting his guests’ cigarettes whenever able.

At one point, little Peter Oppenheimer begins to cry from his bedroom and Kitty groans, rising from her chair.

“Better deal with the little devil,” she says, slipping out.

Curiosity gets the better of you and you follow her out. You blame the martinis, and the fact that you’ve never seen Robert’s child up-close. Kitty gives you a little smile and rolls her eyes, leaving the door to the nursery partly shut as she goes to the crib.

Peter is sat up, howling, and you watch as he’s lifted out, Kitty’s hand patting his back as she shushes him. You sip on your drink, just as Kitty asks:

“So why don’t you have a husband?”

You choke, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “I’m sorry?”

“Well, you’re very attractive. And obviously you’re brilliant if Robert wanted you for the making of the gadget…”

Peter distracts her with another cry into her shoulder and she begins to rock him, humming. It takes another couple minutes for him to fall silent, and only then can you make out his face properly. He resembles Robert, his hair a mass of dark curls. His tear-streaked cheeks are round and rosy in the half-light, his eyelashes long against them as he snuffles. When his mouth closes, you see his perfect Cupid’s bow and dimpled chin.

“He’s beautiful,” you murmur, and Kitty nods absently.

“He gives me a headache,” she whispers. “But he’s asleep now.”

She places him down again and takes you by the elbow, whispering:

“Let’s get out of here before he starts up again.”

Kitty doesn’t seem the maternal type, but neither are you. What makes it sad to you is the lack of pride she seems to exhibit. There’s no space for Peter tonight, no swapping of stories about children. You return to the den and sink back into your chair, eyes meeting Robert’s across the way. He’s nodding politely along to a story, cigarette dangling.

“We were discussing our female genius’s lack of spouse,” Kitty announces, a little louder than you’d like.

Your face flushes and everyone turns their attention to her and then you, your drink by your lips again as if to shield yourself.

“Do we require a bachelor?” one of the wives says, leaning forward, resting her chin in her hand.

Kitty nods, sitting down. Her drink was refilled while you were with Peter. She takes a gulp.

“There’s Nielsen.”

“He’s that chemist?” another wife says. “How is his English?”

“He’s an Oakie,” one of the men chuckles. “And a bore.”

“Well, what would you suggest, Jerry?” Kitty throws back. “We’re all ears-”

“Actually, I don’t want one,” you blurt.

Everyone looks at you, including Robert, who takes out his cigarette and exhales. Elizabeth, the brunette whose husband is to your right, leans over to speak.

“You don’t want a date?”

“She means she doesn’t want a husband,” Kitty says, and she smirks, taking a drink.

You swallow, sure that it’s the alcohol loosening your tongue. “Yes. I mean, I don’t want a husband.”

“Is it… you don’t like men?” Elizabeth asks.

Your face is on fire. “I like men. I like… I like work.”

“You’ll change your mind,” another male visitor says, and you see Robert get up in your peripheral vision. “When the war is over.”

“Maybe,” you lie.

If you sound too certain, you’ll seem even stranger to these people than you already do. You’re the only one that came alone, and you’re possibly the youngest by several years, too. That could be your advantage; it might be dismissed as youthful naivete. You can’t let on that you decided as a little girl that marriage had no appeal.

“Maybe she doesn’t want to marry a scientist,” Robert says, taking your glass from you.

“A football player?” someone suggests, and there’s an eruption of laughter.

After the subject changes, there’s a shift in the atmosphere. You feel less self-conscious. Perhaps you’re tipsy, but it’s more likely the probing into your personal life in front of strangers that left you feeling less tense. It seems the worst of it is over by the time Robert returns to you with a new drink.

He takes the seat beside you, the cake having been served with some ice cream Kitty prepared earlier. Wives and husbands mingle as you feel a companionable silence settle between you and the director.

You light his cigarette for once, sharing the flame before you snap your lighter shut, inhaling.

“Did you meet Peter?” he murmurs, after a few minutes.

“Yes,” you reply, and you exchange a proper look. His head tilts towards you ever so slightly.

“He’s very strong. Quite the grip on him.”

“He’s very handsome,” you reply, exhaling with a small smile. “And you have a lovely home.”

Although it’s what the government built for him, and there’s less personality here than there would be in his ranch or his real home, it feels good to be there, in whatever sense.

Or maybe you’re drunk. Either way, you’re glad you came.

Kitty promises to see you again soon. One of the other couples offer to walk you home and you oblige. For the first time that night, you long for things to be different, that Robert was walking you back. You would hold his hand, lift his knuckles to your lips to kiss them.

You are very, very drunk, you realize, as you shut your front door behind you. You lean against it, sighing.

The next morning, hungover and searching for a reason to ever consider drinking again, you open your door and nearly trip over the cake tin left there overnight. You stoop to pick it up, hearing something inside it.

You turn back, opening it to peer inside. Some crumbs from last night surround a small envelope you lift from the tin, moving back inside to tear it open.

Darling,

You were wonderful last night. Nevertheless, we need to get away.

Come with me to Santa Fe.

Thank you again for reading! Let me know if you're liking this so far. I have no idea how long I intend to make this story but any feedback will help me gauge how interested you are for more. Likes and reblogs are therefore encouraged! 🖤

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nerds-yearbook · 2 months ago

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On April 19, 1996, Mystery Science Theater 3000 the Movie was released in theaters based on the TV series of the same name. The movie featured Trace Beaulieu as a solo mad scientist Dr Clayton Forrester with test subject Mike Nelson and his bots Crow (Beaulieu), Tom Servo (Kevin Murphy) and Gypsy/GPC (Jim Mallon). The movie chosen was an abbreviated cut of "This Island Earth", which did cause some conspiracy as it has been considered a sci-fi classic, so some people defended it not being a bad movie. Making the movie was a negative experience for the actors and writers who were in conflict with the studio on how to translate the show into a movie. The experience was said to be one of the reasons Beaulieu decided to leave the show. They even wrote into later episodes digs at their experience in making the movie (specifically in the episode "The Incredible Melting Man). It was also said that this increased the tension with original producer Jim Mallon, who insisted on being the director. The tension had already saw the departure of show creator and first test subject Joel Hodgson/Robinson. It has also been said Universal struggled with getting a grip on how to market the movie. Universal tried showing the film in limited release in college towns, but a lot of people weren't aware of the film's release in their area. They also launched mst3000.com website that would later be taken over by the sci-fi channel. The movie continues to be devisive among fans as some enjoyed it or give it as the reason they were introduced to MST3K and others responded negative to it. ("Mystery Science Theater 3000 the Movie" Movie Event)

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compneuropapers · 2 months ago

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Interesting Papers for Week 16, 2025

Cortical VIP neurons as a critical node for dopamine actions. Bae, J. W., Yi, J. H., Choe, S. Y., Li, Y., & Jung, M. W. (2025). Science Advances, 11(1).

Confidence regulates feedback processing during human probabilistic learning. Ben Yehuda, M., Murphy, R. A., Le Pelley, M. E., Navarro, D. J., & Yeung, N. (2025). Journal of Experimental Psychology: General, 154(1), 80–95.

Neural Encoding of Direction and Distance across Reference Frames in Visually Guided Reaching. Caceres, A. H., Barany, D. A., Dundon, N. M., Smith, J., & Marneweck, M. (2024). eNeuro, 11(12), ENEURO.0405-24.2024.

Bifurcation Enhances Temporal Information Encoding in the Olfactory Periphery. Choi, K., Rosenbluth, W., Graf, I. R., Kadakia, N., & Emonet, T. (2024). PRX Life, 2(4), 043011.

The origin of color categories. Garside, D. J., Chang, A. L. Y., Selwyn, H. M., & Conway, B. R. (2025). Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences, 122(1), e2400273121.

Oppositional and competitive instigation of hippocampal synaptic plasticity by the VTA and locus coeruleus. Hagena, H., & Manahan-Vaughan, D. (2025). Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences, 122(1), e2402356122.

Dissociable Effects of Urgency and Evidence Accumulation during Reaching Revealed by Dynamic Multisensory Integration. Hoffmann, A. H., & Crevecoeur, F. (2024). eNeuro, 11(12), ENEURO.0262-24.2024.

Allocentric and egocentric spatial representations coexist in rodent medial entorhinal cortex. Long, X., Bush, D., Deng, B., Burgess, N., & Zhang, S.-J. (2025). Nature Communications, 16, 356.

Limitation of switching sensory information flow in flexible perceptual decision making. Luo, T., Xu, M., Zheng, Z., & Okazawa, G. (2025). Nature Communications, 16, 172.

Sparse high-dimensional decomposition of non-primary auditory cortical receptive fields. Mukherjee, S., Babadi, B., & Shamma, S. (2025). PLOS Computational Biology, 21(1), e1012721.

Memory-based predictions prime perceptual judgments across head turns in immersive, real-world scenes. Mynick, A., Steel, A., Jayaraman, A., Botch, T. L., Burrows, A., & Robertson, C. E. (2025). Current Biology, 35(1), 121-130.e6.

Multisensory integration of social signals by a pathway from the basal amygdala to the auditory cortex in maternal mice. Nowlan, A. C., Choe, J., Tromblee, H., Kelahan, C., Hellevik, K., & Shea, S. D. (2025). Current Biology, 35(1), 36-49.e4.

Exploration in 4‐year‐old children is guided by learning progress and novelty. Poli, F., Meyer, M., Mars, R. B., & Hunnius, S. (2025). Child Development, 96(1), 192–202.

Aberrant auditory prediction patterns robustly characterize tinnitus. Reisinger, L., Demarchi, G., Obleser, J., Sedley, W., Partyka, M., Schubert, J., Gehmacher, Q., Roesch, S., Suess, N., Trinka, E., Schlee, W., & Weisz, N. (2024). eLife, 13, e99757.4.

Retinal ganglion cells encode the direction of motion outside their classical receptive field. Riccitelli, S., Yaakov, H., Heukamp, A. S., Ankri, L., & Rivlin-Etzion, M. (2025). Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences, 122(1), e2415223122.

Dynamics of visual object coding within and across the hemispheres: Objects in the periphery. Robinson, A. K., Grootswagers, T., Shatek, S. M., Behrmann, M., & Carlson, T. A. (2025). Science Advances, 11(1).

Single-neuron spiking variability in hippocampus dynamically tracks sensory content during memory formation in humans. Waschke, L., Kamp, F., van den Elzen, E., Krishna, S., Lindenberger, U., Rutishauser, U., & Garrett, D. D. (2025). Nature Communications, 16, 236.

Information sharing within a social network is key to behavioral flexibility—Lessons from mice tested under seminaturalistic conditions. Winiarski, M., Madecka, A., Yadav, A., Borowska, J., Wołyniak, M. R., Jędrzejewska-Szmek, J., Kondrakiewicz, L., Mankiewicz, L., Chaturvedi, M., Wójcik, D. K., Turzyński, K., Puścian, A., & Knapska, E. (2025). Science Advances, 11(1).

A language model of problem solving in humans and macaque monkeys. Yang, Q., Zhu, Z., Si, R., Li, Y., Zhang, J., & Yang, T. (2025). Current Biology, 35(1), 11-20.e10.

Offline ensemble co-reactivation links memories across days. Zaki, Y., Pennington, Z. T., Morales-Rodriguez, D., Bacon, M. E., Ko, B., Francisco, T. R., LaBanca, A. R., Sompolpong, P., Dong, Z., Lamsifer, S., Chen, H.-T., Carrillo Segura, S., Christenson Wick, Z., Silva, A. J., Rajan, K., van der Meer, M., Fenton, A., Shuman, T., & Cai, D. J. (2025). Nature, 637(8044), 145–155.

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armydreamerr · 16 days ago

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my bookshelf

scary book of christmas lore - tim rayborn

save me an orange - hayley grace

be more chill - ned vizzini

the melancholy death of oyster boy - tim burton

haunted - chuck palahniuk

the hitchhikers guide to the galaxy - douglas adams

moonlight on the magic flute - mary pope osborne

how to read literature like a professor - thomas foster

the knight at dawn - mary pope osborne

moxie - jennifer mathieu

the lost track of time - paige britt

10 bad dates with de niro - a bunch of authors edited by richard kelly

frindle - andrew clements

at first bite - ruth ames

the truth about alice - jennifer mathieu

all four stars - tara dairyman

and then? and then? what else? - daniel handler

the school for good and evil - sonan chainani

wonder - rj palacio

ways to live forever - sally nicholls

holes - louis sachar

monster survival guide - susan lurie

wipeout of the wireless weenies - david lubar

restart - gordon korman

a jar of dreams - yoshiko uchida

two minute mysteries - donald j. so ik

star trek iv: the voyage home - vonda n. mcintyre

thirteen - a bunch of authors edited by t. pines

fear street: double date - rl stine

cheerleaders: the first evil - rl stine

cheerleaders: the second evil - rl stine

cheerleaders: the third evil - rl stine

cheerleaders: the new evil - rl stine

the midnight club - christopher pike

interview with the vampire - anne rice

pranks, tricks, and practical jokes - giles brandreth

ghost stories - a bunch of different authors edited by a.l. furman

islands in the stream - ernest hemingway

princess nevermore - dian curtis regan

the giver - lois lowry

eight tales of terror - edgar allen poe

where the sidewalk ends - shel silverstein

los miserables (spanish translation of les miserables) - victor hugo

the donnie darko book - richard kelly

the communist manifesto but tony hawk gets to keep his stuff - karl marx & dick cody heese

i want a better catastrophe - andrew boyd

book of longing - leonard cohen

famous last words - katie alender

the ballad of songbirds and snakes - suzanne collins

manga in theory and practice - hirohiko araki

the outsiders - se hinton

the lovely bones - alice sebold

grasshopper jungle - andrew smith

looking for alaska - john green

fight club - chuck palahniuk

the great gatsby - f. scott fitzgerald

please don’t kill the freshman - zoe trope

the shining - stephen king

the catcher in the rye- jd salinger

god bless you mr rosewater - kurt vonnegut

breakfast of champions - kurt vonnegut

no exit and three other plays - jean paul sartre

heathers the musical - kevin murphy & laurence o keefe

who will run the frog hospital? - lorrie moore

escape from eden - andrew smith

20,000 leagues under the sea - jules verne

much ado about nothing - william shakespeare

athletic shorts - chris crutches

the perks of being a wallflower - stephen chbosky

the hitchhikers guide to the galaxy - douglas adams (yes i have it two times)

the restaurant at the end of the universe - douglas adams

les miserables (abridged) - victor hugo

dracula - bram stoker

after the fall - a bunch of different authors edited by robert sheckley

batman - craig shaw gardener

tales for the midnight hour - jb stamper

more tales for the midnight hour - jb stamper

still more tales for the midnight hour - jb stamper

now go - karl thomas smith

the complete works of william shakespeare

slaughterhouse-five (graphic novel adaptation) - kurt vonnegut, ryan north, albert monteys

batman: the long halloween - jeph loeb & tim sale

xmen: blood hunt - a bunch of different authors idk

the true lives of the fabulous killjoys: national anthem - gerard way, shaun simon, leonardo romero, jordie bellaire, nate piekos

ouran high school host club volumes 1-5 - bisco hatori

fairy tail volumes 1-3 - hiro mashima

black clover volume 1 - yuki tabata

naruto volume 1 - masashi kishimoto

batman: hush - jeph loeb & jim lee

the great gatsby (graphic novel adaptation) - k woodman maynard & f scott fitzgerald

venus in the blind spot - junji ito

lovesickness - junji ito

fullmetal alchemist volumes 1-2 - hiromu arakawa

jojo’s bizarre adventure phantom blood volumes 1-3 - hirohiko araki

jojo’s bizarre adventure battle tendency volumes 1-3 - hirohiko araki

jojo’s bizarre adventure golden wind volumes 1-5 - hirohiko araki

the usborne book of greek myths

when the library lights go out - megan mcdonald and katherine tillitson

how my parents learned to eat - ina friedman

where the sidewalk ends - shel silverstein (i have it twice)

where the red fern grows - wilson rawls

sideways stories from wayside school - louis sachar

wayside school gets a little stranger - louis sachar

wayside school is falling down - louis sachar

marie antoinette:serial killer - katie alender

jennifer, hecate, macbeth, william mckinley, and me, elizabeth - el konigsburg

skin - roald dahl

nightmare at 20,000 feet - richard matheson

lunch money - andrew clements

guts - raina telgemeier

playing with fire - emily blake

takes to give you goosebumps - rl stine

frightlopedia - julie winterbottom

everything you need to ace english language arts in one big fat notebook

file under: thirteen suspicious incidents - lemony snicket

the zombie survival guide - max brooks

the chocolate touch - patrick skene catling

when my name was keoko - linda she park

esperanza rising - pam muñoz ryan

the unauthorized autobiography - lemony snicket

a little princess - frances hodgson burnett

dear evan hansen - val emmich, steven levenson, benj pasek, justin paul

the best of hp lovecraft

blood on the river - elisa carbone

hatchet - gary paulson

tuck everlasting - natalie babbitt

the watsons go to birmingham - christopher paul curtis

scary stories to tell in the dark - alvin schwartz

more scary stories to tell in the dark - alvin schwartz

scary stories 3: more tales to chill your bones - alvin schwartz

playing with fire (i have it twice) - emily blake

no accident - emily blake

over the edge - emily blake

nothing but the truth - emily blake (fun fact: this is the 5th book in the series and i also have 1 2 3 BUT NOT 4? ts pmo)

little women - louisa may alcott

devoted - jennifer mathieu

escape from mr. lemoncello’s library - chris grabenstein

big nate: a good old fashioned wedgie - lincoln pierce

big nate: the crowd goes wild - lincoln pierce

the little prince - antoine de saint exupery

the beast from the east - rl stine

pashmina - nidhi chanani

good night stories for rebel girls - elena favilli and francesca cavallo

miss fortune - brandi dougherty

the wonderful wizard of oz - l frank baum

sadako and the thousand paper cranes - eleanor coerr

lost in a book - jennifer donnelly

brown girl dreaming - jacqueline woodson

supergirl at superhero high - lisa yee

bumblebee at superhero high - lisa yee

wonder woman at superhero high - lisa yee

katana at superhero high - lisa yee

harley quinn at superhero high - lisa yee

batgirl at superhero high - lisa yee

drama - raina telgemeier

walk across the sea - susan fletcher

from the mixed up files of mrs basil e frankweiler - el konigsburg

the girl who drank the moon - kelly barnhill

the inexplicable logic of my life - benjamin alire saenz

short and shivery - robert d san souci

the treasure seekers - thea stilton

the ghost of blackwood hall - carolyn keene

shouldn’t you be in school? - lemony snicket (got this second hand only to find it’s like book 4 out of a series)

the dreamer - pam muñoz ryan and peter sis

alice’s adventures in wonderland AND through the looking glass - lewis carroll

scary stories to tell in the dark - alvin schwartz (have it twice)

more scary stories to tell in the dark - alvin schwartz (have it twice sighh)

big nate lives it up - lincoln pierce

diary of a wimpy kid - jeff kinney

diary of a wimpy kid: rodrick rules - jeff kinney

hyperbole and a half - allie brosh

us in progress - lulu delacre

the phantom tollbooth - norton juster

famous last words - katie alender (have it twice)

serafina and the black cloak - robert beatty

serfina and the twisted staff - robert beatty

#don’t. DO NOT. comment on the superhero high or big nate books #jay's soliloquies

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queenshelby · 2 years ago

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Chemical Reactions (P. 14)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy as J Robert Oppenheimer x Student Reader

Warning: Age-Gap, Infidelity, Smut

Words: 4,566

Note: The fic is spoiler free and my own fantasy and imagination. It is not historically and scientifically accurate.

Previous Parts: 1; 2; 3; 4; 5; 6; 7; 8; 9; 10; 11; 12; 13

Six weeks later...

Six weeks had passed since you moved to Los Alamos, and, at least for now, life was good.

Kitty Oppenheimer had not contacted her husband, Robert, lately as, unfortunately for her, her mother had fallen ill, which prevented her from visiting Los Alamos, which you and Robert were not particularly upset about.

You spent almost every day at the laboratory, working on and researching a plutonium implosion device that was not, at least officially, approved by Robert yet as he tried hard to juggle some conflicts amongst the scientists.

There was some dispute between them, and most believed that an implosion device was too difficult to establish, so Robert asked you to research whether a reaction like the one proposed by two scientists was even just a remote possibility.

Of course, you quickly learned that it was. There was a slight chance that an implosion could work, but you could not achieve anything further without vast research funding, which he now tried to obtain.

As such, Robert knew about your work and handed the theoretical papers to you on a silver platter after you came up with a scope on how a reaction may be achieved before telling you to treat your research cautiously as it involved the handling of plutonium.

Robert was very protective of you, which some of the others in the experimental department soon became aware of, joking that, perhaps, his great mind had fallen under your spell.

As such, you had quite a few admirers on site, and, ironically, this included another scientist named Klaus Fuchs, who moved to the States from the UK as part of a team.

Klaus Fuchs, to you, appeared like a strange guy. He was somewhat odd and introverted, and if it weren’t for Lilli, who reminded you that physicists are strange creatures, you would have become suspicious of him.

Suspicion, however, was also something that you were subjected to regularly as, since your arrival, you were interrogated by Officer Nichols weekly. Officer Nichols was interested in your liaisons on site, and, for some reason, he was also interested in your relationship with Dr. Oppenheimer, which, by now, had gained some attention even from your acquaintance, Lilli.

Lilli had noticed that you were barely at T-101 and would, most nights, not come back to your room at all. She assumed that you were seeing someone and, having taken a liking to you, she told you to be cautious.

“Don’t liaise with army officials and don’t liaise with any of the married scientists,” she cautioned you, and you promised her that you would not. This promise, though, was a lie, and this lie was not something you were proud of.

You wanted this lie to end now that you had what you thought you never wanted. You had found love, and this was something you did not expect.

Spending time with Robert every night made you feel good, and it was not just the sex you were interested in anymore as, most nights, you would listen to music, read poetry, or sit in silence for a while.

His house was comfortable, and you could come and go at your leisure, and although you still had to hide your relationship from others, it felt natural when you spent time with him at his cottage. He was right when he said that, on occasion, it would be just him and you, and it was those moments you spent together, in his bed, in his bathtub, or even just on his lounge, that made you feel special.

Every night you spent with him, he called you ‘my love’ and told you how much you meant to him as he finally considered divorcing his wife Kitty once all this was over. Until then, he wanted you to promise that you would stay with him and support him through this, and, of course, this was a promise you were willing to make.

You were prepared to walk through fire for Robert, and he was very much prepared to do the same for you. He said that, in you, he had found his soulmate and equal, and even though you could see that, just after a few months of working on the project, he was incredibly stressed; he was also very committed, not only to you but also to end the war.

***

The war was a topic that came up amongst you and others regularly. It was a topic of great concern, and since everyone knew what the team was working on, talking about the end was not considered an issue.

“After the war, what will you do?” you asked Robert on another stormy evening in Los Alamos while snatching the cigarette from his mouth and resting your feet atop his lap. As usual, you were sitting on the lounge with him, completely naked, while listening to the force of the rain against the windows and sipping on martinis.

“After the war, I will take you to France,” Robert told you, caressing your feet, causing you to squirm.

“To France?” you asked, chuckling slightly, and he knew you were ticklish. “Why France?” you wanted to know just as Robert’s lips met the naked flesh above your breasts.

“Well, France used to be a nice place which is more than suitable for me to propose to you, yes?” Robert told you, which caused you to chuckle.

“Propose?” you asked, surprised, before caressing Robert’s hair as he gently kissed your breasts.

“Yes. I want to marry you” Robert murmured against your naked flesh, and you pulled him up on his hair, making him look you in the eyes.

“To marry me, you must first divorce your wife, so until then, I will not accept your proposal anyhow,” you pointed out sternly, causing Robert’s deep blue eyes to widen.

“As I have told you, I will divorce Kitty when this is over,” he told you, and you wanted to ensure that he would keep that promise.

“You promise?” you thus said as, slowly, his lips moved upward toward your neck and then your ear.

“I promise, my love,” Robert whispered into your ear before outlaying the rest of his plans, which included for you to finish your research on dark matter and obtaining your Ph.D. while Robert was working at another institution, teaching what he loved the most, namely quantum mechanics.

“This sounds too good to be true, Robert,” you told him before pulling him on top of you as he continued to kiss and bite your neck gently.

“We will make it true. Just you and me,” he said before descending downward toward your stomach again for the second time that night.

***

“Robert, you just came inside me. You can’t possibly go down on me again” you moaned as Robert’s lips descended even further until they reached the area above your mound.

“Yes, I can,” Robert interrupted you before he lowered himself between your legs and put his mouth on you, and you thought you might die from the wrongness of it.

“Oh, Sweet Jesus, that’s so deliciously inappropriate,” you moaned wildly when you saw Robert’s head moving between your legs, and the sheer perversity of it just flat-out did it for you.

“Nothing about our relationship has been appropriate thus far, my love. Now spread your legs wider,” Robert ordered as your body began to quiver with need, your thighs longing to wrap around his head and pull him further into you.

To Robert, you tasted like peaches, and his cock pressed against the sofa, hardening again as he buried himself in your sweetness.

As he worked your body with his mouth, tongue laving between your wet folds, he thought he could be happy just staying here and doing nothing but taste, drink, and suck on your flesh.

But in the end, he needed and wanted more and knew he would not have long to wait. Your whimpers were music to Robert’s ears, and he knew that, soon, you would cum again. Just like that. And you did, within mere minutes.

The sweetness of your combined juices flooded his mouth as you came hard, within as little as five minutes after he had started his ministrations. Your body was shaking and quivering as you submitted to your lover helplessly while finding pleasure in this somewhat taboo act.

“Oh god, please,” you moaned as Robert slid his tongue inside you and felt your body quiver again.

“Yes, my love,” he teased after he pulled it out again and then sucked hard on your clit, spiralling your pleasure into multiple waves of ecstasy.

Your eyes were filled with tears, and the orgasms Robert was giving you were always so intense that you barely managed to cope. It felt like a cascading waterfall of pleasure that dashed you against the rocks repeatedly... your body felt utterly wrung out. You were exhausted and, as he pulled himself up, lips glossy with the nectar from your body, you knew that your night was not over yet. Staring down at you, his eyes dark with a hunger that had increased with every minute, you felt excited again and demanded more.

“Fuck Robert, I need you inside. Please,’ you begged as Robert kneeled between your legs without losing time.

“Someone needs to teach you some patience, my love,” he determined as you felt something pushing into you again. It was one of Robert’s fingers, and your body quivered in response. You were so sensitive, your nerves so stimulated, from all the rapture he had heaped upon you, that just that one touch was enough to give you an aftershock of that pleasure. Another finger slid inside you, and the two began pumping in and out as you squirmed and adjusted to this second invader.

“Jesus Robert. Please,” you moaned. Eventually, Robert began pushing a third digit into your body, and you whimpered with need.

“God, you are incredibly sexy like this, sweating and moaning,” Robert told you as you closed your eyes against his hot gaze, focusing entirely on the things he was making you feel, on the sensation of his hand inside you.

Then they were gone, and there was movement on the lounge. You opened your eyes just in time to see him watching your face as something thick, velvety, and hard pushed against your core. Finally.

‘Fuck, yes,” you thus moaned as you tried to look down your body, but then your head fell back as Robert's hips moved, your insides splitting open again to accommodate his cock with one swift thrust.

You cried out. The sensation was intoxicating. It was an exotic pressure that began working its way into your body... then out... then in... you gasped and struggled, not to stop him exactly... but because you couldn't help yourself. Your body wanted to pull him closer, to touch him, run your hands through his hair. You did not know where to feel him first as his meaty thrusting continued, his eyes on your face, reading every expression, every nuance in the wrinkle on your brow, the flutter of an eyelash.

‘You feel incredible,’ Robert groaned as he couldn't believe how exquisitely tight you still were. How wonderfully wet. Beautiful, even with tears on your lashes from your previous orgasms and your lips parted wide with arousal.

Inch after inch, he sank deeper inside you, claiming this territory for his own, spreading it around him. With every movement, you gripped and squeezed his length as your body was naturally massaging his cock, without any effort.

Robert could feel the slight movements in your hips and, as he slid home and fell on top of you, buried his face into your neck and enjoyed the incredible sensation of being balls deep inside you. You made small sounds in your throat, and he kissed your neck. Underneath him, your body rolled a little, and he moaned against your shoulder as your insides clamped down on him, squeezing him tight and fast.

‘I love you so incredibly much,” he moaned, and his hips started to move immediately. He tried to be gentle and move slowly, as much as he could force himself to. You just felt so damn good.

“I love you too, Robert. Fuck” you moaned as Robert's parts were fused with yours, and, as always, it felt incredible.

You felt stretched, full, and that hunger was back. How it was possible you could want another orgasm, that there could be anything left in you to come again, was incomprehensible to you, but it was true, and he managed to get this sensation out of you every time. Your entire body shuddered as Robert began moving, his cock pushing in and out of you like his fingers had, but going so much deeper, spreading you so much wider.

As Robert pushed himself onto his hands, looking down at you, the angle of his entry changed, and you cried out more loudly. He was hitting that excellent sweet spot again that made you tighten up and stoked the fire that had already been rekindling.

Lowering his head, Robert took your nipple into his mouth, sucking it deep into his mouth, and you felt it like an electrical line straight to your pussy where he was hitting deep inside of you. His thrusts were becoming more brutal, faster, and you whimpered as your body was fuelled by pain and pleasure.

Robert could feel that he was going too fast for you, but it was so hard to slow down. Gripping his emotions and body tightly, he forced himself to ease down on the pace, slowing the thrusts... but he made up for it by grinding himself against your spread wetness every time your bodies came together. Your body relaxed and then tensed. His cock bounced up and down inside of you, massaging the walls of your pussy, shoving itself as deeply into you as he could. And, as you had whenever sleeping with him, you responded, a convulsion suctioning down on his cock, sucking him deep inside you. God... your already taut sheathe tightened even more, and he groaned as your body pulled at him. He rubbed against you, watching you whip your head back and forth in ecstasy. The eroticism of the moment was raw on his nerves. Pushing harder, grinding faster, he prided himself on the wail from your mouth as you came all over his cock.

And then he was lost in sensation as your spasming pussy nearly undid him. Releasing a growl from his throat, he let himself go, finally and inescapably.

You sobbed your rapture, the overwhelming crash of your orgasm shattering your body and taking you to new highs as Robert began a bruising pace, shoving himself in and out of your body as you writhed in ecstasy beneath him. You were completely open to him, and the sensation became almost painful in its sheer power as he bore down on you. And yet, it felt incredible, and you screamed, sobbed, and writhed, your body a mass of explosive bliss that seemed never-ending. When he suddenly stopped thrusting and held himself inside you, something deep within your core pulsed, and your back arched, your insides squeezing and milking him as your pleasure culminated, and you passed out for a moment.

When you opened your eyes, the hardness between your legs was softening, and you could feel his cock changing inside you. Robert was kissing your neck, your forehead, and then your lips.

You still whimpered, sucking deep breaths of cool air, your lungs heaving beneath him. He was such an incredible weight on top of you, encompassing you. Robert gave you a few moments to breathe, and then he leaned in and caught your swollen lips again with his, pressing his tongue into you. This time the kissing was different. Softer, more intimate. Less demanding. You kissed him back, pushing back against him, and he shuddered on top of you, his hips thrusting forward again, and you cried out into his mouth with pleasure as a shiver of that delightful culmination shivered through your again. Your body squeezed, and you felt him leave you.

“God, I can’t believe that there is more inside of you,” you joked after taking a deep breath and feeling his cum leak from your rather sore core.

“You have no idea, my love. I can keep going if you like,” Robert teased, and seeing that you had sex every day since the day you arrived at Los Alamos, you politely declined the offer.

“This body of mine needs a break, Dr. Oppenheimer. Despite that, we should probably get some rest, wouldn’t you agree?” you asked while Robert kissed your neck again, unable to stop teasing you.

“Bed then?” he murmured against your skin gently.

“Yes. Bed, Robert,” you told him while trying to push him off you playfully before sitting up straight suddenly as a bound of nausea overcame your senses.

“Again?” Robert asked, seeing that, during the past week, you were not feeling right. You had been nauseous on occasion and you also had been tired.

“No, I am good. I think,” you told him with the nausea passing quickly as you gulped down some water and the rest of your martini.

“Perhaps rest is what you need after all. Come,” Robert told you before gently pulling you up from the sofa and walking towards the bedroom.

***

Robert laid down next to you in bed, stroking your sweat-dampened hair back from your face. You looked up at him with eyes half-lidded, sleep threatening to take you.

“You are tired a lot lately. Are you all right?” Robert asked, seeing that, in the past two weeks, in addition to nausea, you had needed some extra sleep and even declined two dinner party invitations which, at least for Lilli, was absurd as she was hanging for an invitation herself.

“I am fine, Robert. Don’t worry,” you reassured him while allowing him to caress your body; being one of the most divine feelings in the world.

“I would like you to get seen by our medical staff. You work with plutonium, and I am worried about you,” Robert told you while embracing you in his arms.

“Stop, Robert. I am fine. It is probably just the heat, making me a little tired and nauseous,” you told him reassuringly, cupping his face, before explaining that you adhere to all the safety precautions when handling plutonium.

“If your tiredness and nausea persist for another week though, I will insist on an appointment with Doctor Jeffreys,” Robert lectured you nonetheless, and you nodded.

“Yes, boss,” you teased him before, eventually, giving in to his embrace and closing your eyes.

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy imagine #cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy x y/n #cillian murphy x you #j robert oppenheimer x reader #oppenheimer movie #oppenheimer 2023 #oppenheimer #j robert oppenheimer #robert oppenheimer #oppenheimer imagine #oppenheimer au #j robert oppenheimer x you #robert oppenheimer smut

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Prompt 3: What role does “privilege” play in nature interpretation? Please include your working definition of privilege.

Close-up of a 'Check Your Privilege' sign at a Black Lives Matter rally in Austria. Photo by Ivan Radic, licensed under CC BY 2.0.

Privilege is an important topic to discuss, even though many people may avoid it due to discomfort. It influences nearly every aspect of our lives, whether we recognize it or not, and nature interpretation is no exception. Privilege can be defined as an unearned advantage granted to specific individuals or groups, often at the expense of others who do not fit societal “norms.” Privilege manifests in many forms, including race, ethnicity, gender identity, sexual orientation, mental and physical abilities, socioeconomic status, nationality, and religion, among others. In nature interpretation, privilege often determines a person’s ability to access and engage with nature without facing barriers. These barriers can be economic, cultural, linguistic, or related to physical or cognitive accessibility (Beck et al., 2018).

For instance, individuals who do not speak English fluently—or at all—may struggle to understand many interpretive resources, which are often exclusively in English. To address this, interpreters can offer translations into commonly spoken languages in their region, ensuring broader inclusivity. Financial status is another significant barrier, as enjoying nature can involve costs for travel, entry fees to parks, specialized equipment, and even interpreter services (Beck et al., 2018). Additionally, some people may not have the luxury of taking time off work to regularly spend time in nature, a privilege that many of us take for granted.

To combat these barriers, interpreters can explore affordable and accessible alternatives. Nature interpretation does not need to be confined to in-person experiences—it can extend to blogs, podcasts, videos, and infographics. These digital platforms are especially beneficial for those who lack the resources or physical ability to participate in activities like hiking through muddy trails or canoeing on rivers. For greater inclusivity, interpreters should ensure online resources include captions, image descriptions, and transcripts. During in-person events, providing sign language interpreters and accessible facilities can further reduce barriers.

Representation is another crucial aspect. Some individuals may feel unwelcome in natural spaces due to a lack of visible diversity or inclusivity in staff and programming (Beck et al., 2018). A diverse, welcoming, and well-trained staff can help underrepresented groups feel more comfortable and engaged in natural settings.

As nature interpreters, it’s vital to acknowledge our own privileges and consider how they shape our perspectives and approaches. Many issues connected to nature interpretation, such as climate change, disproportionately affect marginalized communities (Berberian et al., 2022). Discussions around climate justice must incorporate the intersections of race, gender, nationality, and other social factors to ensure they are inclusive and equitable. Recognizing and addressing privilege allows interpreters to create experiences that are not only educational but also accessible and meaningful for all.

Protesters at a climate change demonstration holding a sign reading 'Climate change = social justice.' Image by Fred Murphy, licensed under CC BY-ND-NC 1.0.

Beck, L., Cable, T. T., & Knudson, D. M. (2018). Interpreting cultural and natural heritage for a better world. Sagamore Publishing.

Berberian, A. G., Gonzalez, D. J. X., & Cushing, L. J. (2022). Racial Disparities in Climate Change-Related Health Effects in the United States. Current environmental health reports, 9(3), 451–464. https://doi.org/10.1007/s40572-022-00360-w

#environment #animals #nature #guelph #nature interpretation #privilege #representation

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todaysdocument · 2 years ago

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Discharge Petition for H.R. 7152, the Civil Rights Act of 1964

Record Group 233: Records of the U.S. House of RepresentativesSeries: General Records

This item, H.R. 7152, the Civil Rights Act of 1964, faced strong opposition in the House Rules Committee. Howard Smith, Chairman of the committee, refused to schedule hearings for the bill. Emanuel Celler, Chairman of the Judiciary Committee, attempted to use this discharge petition to move the bill out of committee without holding hearings. The petition failed to gain the required majority of Congress (218 signatures), but forced Chairman Smith to schedule hearings.

88th CONGRESS. House of Representatives No. 5 Motion to Discharge a Committee from the Consideration of a RESOLUTION (State whether bill, joint resolution, or resolution) December 9, 1963 To the Clerk of the House of Representatives: Pursuant to Clause 4 of Rule XXVII (see rule on page 7), I EMANUEL CELLER (Name of Member), move to discharge to the Commitee on RULES (Committee) from the consideration of the RESOLUTION; H. Res. 574 entitled, a RESOLUTION PROVIDING FOR THE CONSIDERATION OF THE BILL (H. R. 7152) which was referred to said committee November 27, 1963 in support of which motion the undersigned Members of the House of Representatives affix their signatures, to wit: 1. Emanuel Celler 2. John J. Rooney 3. Seymour Halpern 4. James G Fulton 5. Thomas W Pelly 6. Robt N. C. Nix 7. Jeffery Cohelan 8. W A Barrett 9. William S. Mailiard 10. 11. Augustus F. Hawkins 12. Otis G. Pike 13. Benjamin S Rosenthal 14. Spark M Matsunaga 15. Frank M. Clark 16. William L Dawson 17. Melvin Price 18. John C. Kluczynski 19. Barratt O'Hara 20. George E. Shipley 21. Dan Rostenkowski 22. Ralph J. Rivers[page] 2 23. Everett G. Burkhalter 24. Robert L. Leggett 25. William L St Onge 26. Edward P. Boland 27. Winfield K. Denton 28. David J. Flood 29. 30. Lucian N. Nedzi 31. James Roosevelt 32. Henry C Reuss 33. Charles S. Joelson 34. Samuel N. Friedel 35. George M. Rhodes 36. William F. Ryan 37. Clarence D. Long 38. Charles C. Diggs Jr 39. Morris K. Udall 40. Wm J. Randall 41. 42. Donald M. Fraser 43. Joseph G. Minish 44. Edith Green 45. Neil Staebler 46. 47. Ralph R. Harding 48. Frank M. Karsten 49. 50. John H. Dent 51. John Brademas 52. John E. Moss 53. Jacob H. Gilbert 54. Leonor K. Sullivan 55. John F. Shelley 56. 57. Lionel Van Deerlin 58. Carlton R. Sickles 59. 60. Edward R. Finnegan 61. Julia Butler Hansen 62. Richard Bolling 63. Ken Heckler 64. Herman Toll 65. Ray J Madden 66. J Edward Roush 67. James A. Burke 68. Frank C. Osmers Jr 69. Adam Powell 70. 71. Fred Schwengel 72. Philip J. Philiben 73. Byron G. Rogers 74. John F. Baldwin 75. Joseph Karth 76. 77. Roland V. Libonati 78. John V. Lindsay 79. Stanley R. Tupper 80. Joseph M. McDade 81. Wm Broomfield 82. 83. 84. Robert J Corbett 85. 86. Craig Hosmer87. Robert N. Giaimo 88. Claude Pepper 89. William T Murphy 90. George H. Fallon 91. Hugh L. Carey 92. Robert T. Secrest 93. Harley O. Staggers 94. Thor C. Tollefson 95. Edward J. Patten 96. 97. Al Ullman 98. Bernard F. Grabowski 99. John A. Blatnik 100. 101. Florence P. Dwyer 102. Thomas L. ? 103. 104. Peter W. Rodino 105. Milton W. Glenn 106. Harlan Hagen 107. James A. Byrne 108. John M. Murphy 109. Henry B. Gonzalez 110. Arnold Olson 111. Harold D Donahue 112. Kenneth J. Gray 113. James C. Healey 114. Michael A Feighan 115. Thomas R. O'Neill 116. Alphonzo Bell 117. George M. Wallhauser 118. Richard S. Schweiker 119. 120. Albert Thomas 121. 122. Graham Purcell 123. Homer Thornberry 124. 125. Leo W. O'Brien 126. Thomas E. Morgan 127. Joseph M. Montoya 128. Leonard Farbstein 129. John S. Monagan 130. Brad Morse 131. Neil Smith 132. Harry R. Sheppard 133. Don Edwards 134. James G. O'Hara 135. 136. Fred B. Rooney 137. George E. Brown Jr. 138. 139. Edward R. Roybal 140. Harris. B McDowell jr. 141. Torbert H. McDonall 142. Edward A. Garmatz 143. Richard E. Lankford 144. Richard Fulton 145. Elizabeth Kee 146. James J. Delaney 147. Frank Thompson Jr 148. 149. Lester R. Johnson 150. Charles A. Buckley4 151. Richard T. Hanna 152. James Corman 153. Paul A Fino 154. Harold M. Ryan 155. Martha W. Griffiths 156. Adam E. Konski 157. Chas W. Wilson 158. Michael J. Kewan 160. Alex Brooks 161. Clark W. Thompson 162. John D. Gringell [?] 163. Thomas P. Gill 164. Edna F. Kelly 165. Eugene J. Keogh 166 John. B. Duncan 167. Elmer J. Dolland 168. Joe Caul 169. Arnold Olsen 170. Monte B. Fascell [?] 171. [not deciphered] 172. J. Dulek 173. Joe W. [undeciphered] 174. J. J. Pickle [Numbers 175 through 214 are blank]

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'If you’ve ever read an interview with the Irish actor Cillian Murphy, you might think him shy, irritable, or even neurotic. Journalists love to write about how closed-off he is, that if you ask him anything too personal he’ll shut down and give one-line answers. This makes their job very hard, they say. But what those interviews don’t tell you, is that if you let Murphy talk about a subject that he actually wants to talk about – such as his epic new film about the father of the atomic bomb J. Robert Oppenheimer – he’ll go on for ages. And he’ll be very open and interesting while he’s doing it. He might even make a joke.

He does this when NME meets him at a posh hotel in Soho. We’ve just walked into the room. Murphy is sat down, wearing a black v-neck jumper over a white t-shirt, black trousers and a pair of very pointy Chelsea boots. He seems relaxed, and greets us with a cheery “hello!”. Then he recognises the thick paperback tucked under our arm as a copy of American Prometheus, the Pulitzer Prize-winning biography from which Oppenheimer is adapted. We’d intended to read a quote from the book later but Murphy cuts in on our explanation. “No, you brought it in here to be pretentious,” he grins. “Would you like me to sign it for you?”

There are people who would sell their grandmas for a mere glimpse of Murphy, let alone an autograph. He’s been dogged by screaming fans since the early days of his career – when he broke out as often-shirtless apocalypse survivor Jim in Danny Boyle’s 2002 horror hit 28 Days Later. Brummie gangster series Peaky Blinders made him a global star, but his most famous film roles are notable because they’ve often come from collaborations with the same director. Christopher Nolan’s sci-fi blockbuster Inception, war thriller Dunkirk and his Batman trilogy all featured Murphy as the supporting curio – a side character that pops up every so often to steal your attention from the main protagonist. But in Oppenheimer, the duo’s latest creative partnership, he finally is the main character.

And he’s a good one too. Oppenheimer was an American scientist who made vital discoveries in quantum physics during the 1920s and ‘30s, going on to oversee the creation of the atomic bomb for the US Government – two of which were dropped on Japanese cities Hiroshima and Nagasaki in 1945, killing an estimated 220,000 people. Oppenheimer spent the rest of his life campaigning for disarmament, appalled at the weapon (his preferred term was “gadget”) he had helped to give the world. He also drank heavily and had a reputation as a womaniser, despite being quiet and sometimes socially awkward. Murphy calls him “contradictory” and “complex”, which is like saying Suella Braverman doesn’t like immigrants. “I do think that he believed it would be the weapon to end all wars,” Murphy continues, attempting to explain how a left-leaning humanitarian could spend two years perfecting the ultimate killing machine. “He thought that [having the bomb] would motivate countries to form a sort of nuclear world governance.” Murphy pauses. “He was naive.”

Was that naivety a choice though? Oppenheimer had an explosive ego, once attempting to poison a university professor who chastised him when he was a student. Could his desire to achieve such as historic breakthrough have led him to ignore his own better judgement?

“That’s an interesting take,” says Murphy. He runs his hands through his hair, which is styled into wavy curtains. He does this a lot when thinking a question over. “Chris used this amazing phrase. We were talking about Oppenheimer’s arc and he said, ‘You know, he’s dancing between the raindrops morally.’ That unlocked something in my mind when I was preparing.”

To play the role of Oppenheimer, Murphy went very deep. He read the Bhagavad Gita – a 700-page Hindu religious text that the physicist famously quoted from (“Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.”) Then he started “skipping meals” in an effort to slim down to Oppenheimer’s rail-thin frame. During the actual shoot, Murphy smoked so many fake cigarettes that he worried it harmed his health. “They can’t be good for you,” he told The Guardian. Oppenheimer himself died of throat cancer in 1967.

On top of the physical strain, Murphy delved into some pretty dark emotional places. He had six months to research before filming began in February 2022, and during the 67-day production he often worked 18-hour days. War, genocide and the nuclear holocaust are unpleasant to think about at the best of times, never mind your every waking moment. It must have been brutal.

“You always have to take a holiday after a job,” he concedes, as though being a Hollywood actor is no different from plumbing toilets. “It’s not because… as some journalists like to think, you’re a method actor or whatever. It’s because you give so much time to the job and then suddenly you stop. You have all this displaced energy, you know, so you kind of don’t know what to do with yourself… But I’m a very easygoing sort of person. It doesn’t weigh me down.”

We suspect Murphy isn’t being entirely truthful here. Such is the intensity of his performance – all simmering discontent and wide-eyed panic attacks – that it’s difficult to believe he just shook the weight of global armageddon off each night before climbing into bed. Emily Blunt, who plays Oppenheimer’s wife Kitty in the film, has said Murphy regularly skipped cast dinners because of the “monumental” pressure he felt. “Of course he didn’t want to [eat] with us,” she told People magazine. Matt Damon, brilliant as mustachioed military boss General Groves, agreed: “His brain was just too full.” When we push Murphy on the subject, he reveals a little more. “I didn’t go out much. I didn’t socialise much, mainly because of the amount of work I had to do… I became so immersed in the role.”

To make the experience yet more profound, cameras rolled only “a couple of days” before Russia invaded Ukraine. The West united to impose stringent economic sanctions on Vladimir Putin and his people. The value of the Ruble plummeted, Russian billionaires were booted out of London and Moscow became a cultural ghost town with the likes of Green Day and Iron Maiden cancelling gigs. Putin’s response? To start lining up tactical nukes along his borders. Armageddon seemed closer than at any moment since the Cold War. Murphy (and his castmates) felt the heat. “It was everywhere, and we were fully aware of that,” he says. “The threat [of nuclear war] has escalated and receded over the years since 1945… and now it’s back. It’s always there, this Sword Of Damocles that is hanging over us.”

Murphy, 47, knows what it’s like to exist against the backdrop of conflict. He grew up during the Troubles in late 1970s and ‘80s Cork, Ireland, where reports of sectarian violence in the north often dominated the news. His mum was a French teacher and his dad worked for the civil service. As a teenager, he was obsessed with music. He read NME and loved Frank Zappa and The Beatles. To illustrate his fandom, he tells us about a trip he took to Liverpool, later in life, to see the legendary Cavern Club, where the mop tops first cut their teeth on stage. “I walked down to [the street where the Cavern Club is supposed to be],” he says, “and it wasn’t there. It was somewhere over there!” He gesticulates with his hands. “It’s not the real Cavern. It’s just a mock-up!”

Inspired by John, Paul, George and Ringo, Murphy and his brother formed a band: The Sons of Mr Green Genes, named after a Zappa tune from the avant garde groover’s 1969 album ‘Hot Rats’. The songs were similarly experimental, filled with “wacky lyrics and endless guitar solos”. Eventually, an indie label based in London, Acid Jazz, put a five-album deal on the table. He and his brother turned it down, citing reasons of artistic independence, but for a while rock and roll appeared more inviting than the movies.

Murphy is often disparaging about his songs to journalists, but they must have been doing something right. He’s also self-deprecating when we bring up the underrated 2002 short film Watchmen, which he co-wrote with BAFTA-winner Paloma Baeza – his only attempt at a screenplay. “I just never thought that I was good enough really,” he says. “It’s why I haven’t, you know, pursued the music either… I like to do one thing quite well.” He adds that it’s unlikely this will change in the future.

Murphy will be far too busy to write songs or screenplays for a while anyway. The first reviews for Oppenheimer are out, and some critics have him earmarked for an Oscar. He’ll charm his way through awards season no doubt, just as he does at the Paris premiere the night before our interview. Done up in a black suit with mustard shirt and matching oversized tie, he looks a bit like the handsome English teacher your best mate had a crush on. Walking the red carpet, he is happy to answer questions, speaking at length about Nolan’s genius and the “amazing” reaction to Oppenheimer so far. You can tell he’s enjoying himself.

Murphy’s not on duty tonight though, with London’s premiere scheduled for the day after our chat. Then he’ll be waiting to get on with his next gig, the dark indie drama Small Things Like These, adapted from Claire Keegan’s bestselling 2021 title, in which he’ll take the lead role. Following his breakthrough blockbuster with a low-key Irish drama is typically understated of Murphy, so not unexpected. More box office projects loom on the horizon – a standalone Peaky Blinders movie and the long-awaited horror threequel 28 Months Later – but he says he has “no new information” on either.

It’s difficult to say what Oppenheimer means for Murphy. He is a household name in the UK and Ireland, but less so in the States, where some still see him as a ‘TV actor’. In a recent interview to promote the film, Robert Downey Jr. talked of Murphy’s life “changing” after Oppenheimer, as if he’s a fresh actor on the scene. In a sense, Downey Jr. is right. This is Murphy’s first lead role in a sure-fire smash. And the parts he gets offered now may be a bit starrier. But don’t expect to see him in spandex on a Marvel soundstage anytime soon.

“I like unknowable, ambiguous, kind of enigmatic [characters],” he says. “To me that’s human life: the knotty, weird grey areas… A good man’s life is wholly uninteresting.”'

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