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Merhaba, bu yazımda sizlere Windows KMS server hakkında önemli bilgiler vereceğim. Bunları soru cevap şeklinde saizler için derledim. Önce soru sonrasında da cevabı sizlere veriyor olacağım. Windows KMS Server Hakkında Sıkça Sorulan Sorular Soru: KMS ile MAK arasındaki temel fark nedir? Cevap: KMS (Key Management Service), ağ içi bir lisans sunucusu üzerinden istemcileri geçici sürelerle (180…

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learning to drive | charles leclerc

paring: charles leclerc x reader summary: Charles decides it's time to teach you how to drive, leading to playful teasing, a heartwarming day filled with laughter, and ove author's note: none, just my request are open

Ever since I casually mentioned over dinner that I’d never learned to drive, Charles has been on a mission to poke fun at me whenever he gets the chance.

“Babe, how do you plan on surviving in Monaco without driving? The buses are not exactly your style,” he’d tease, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

“I survive just fine with you as my chauffeur,” I always shot back, rolling my eyes but secretly loving the attention.

But today, he was determined to change that.

We were sitting at home, the sunlight streaming through the windows, when he suddenly jumped off the couch with a burst of energy.

“Alright, that’s it. We’re fixing this today,” Charles announced, grabbing his car keys.

“What? Fixing what?” I asked, confused but also slightly amused.

“Your inability to drive,” he said, flashing that cheeky grin I couldn’t resist.

“Oh no, Charles, I don’t think—”

Before I could protest, he grabbed my hand and dragged me out the door. Next thing I knew, I was sitting in the driver’s seat of his fancy sports car, feeling both excited and terrified. The leather seats smelled brand new, and everything about the car screamed speed, wealth, and Charles.

“I can’t believe I’m letting you teach me how to drive in this car,” I muttered, gripping the steering wheel.

“Relax, it’s just a car,” he said casually, sliding into the passenger seat with a smirk. “Besides, I trust you.”

His words should’ve been comforting, but when the car was worth more than an apartment in Monaco, that trust felt like a lot of pressure.

“Okay,” he started, hands gesturing to the pedals, “this is the accelerator, this is the brake. You’ve seen me do it a thousand times.”

“I know how cars work, Charles,” I retorted, giving him a playful glare. “I’m just... not sure I want to wreck this one.”

“Good, good, just checking,” he smirked. “Now, gently press on the gas…”

I did as he said, and the car jerked forward slightly. I could hear him stifling a laugh next to me.

“Smooth,” he teased. “Real smooth.”

I glared at him. “This is harder than it looks!”

“Babe, you’re driving at like, 2 km/h. We’re gonna be here all day at this rate,” he said, his tone playful.

“Do you want to walk home?” I shot back, trying to focus on keeping the car steady.

He chuckled. “Alright, alright. Let’s take it easy. You’re doing great. We’ll get you to 10 km/h in no time.”

I hesitantly pressed the accelerator, and the car jolted forward—too quickly for my liking. Charles stifled a laugh beside me, covering his mouth with his hand.

“Oh my God, don’t laugh!” I groaned, feeling heat rush to my cheeks.

“I’m not laughing, I swear!” he said, clearly lying but trying to hold it together. “You’re doing great.”

We crept forward at a snail’s pace, Charles offering pointers every few minutes. But it didn’t take long for him to start making jokes again.

“Maybe we should install a ‘Learner Driver’ sign on the back,” he teased, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

He grinned and leaned back in his seat, clearly enjoying this way too much.

“You know, for someone who’s never driven before, you’re doing surprisingly well. Maybe you’re a natural. Leclerc blood rubbing off on you.”

I couldn’t help the smile that crept onto my face. Maybe I was doing okay after all.

“Okay, let’s try turning,” he said, gesturing toward the wheel. “You can turn, right?”

“Oh, shut up,” I laughed, gripping the wheel a little too tightly as I made the slowest turn in history.

“Wow, look at that! You’re a natural!” he said, clapping his hands in mock celebration. “Next stop: the Monaco Grand Prix.”

After a few laps around the parking lot, Charles leaned over, his voice softer now. “Alright, ready for a challenge?”

I raised an eyebrow. “What kind of challenge?”

“Parking,” he said, pointing to an empty spot nearby. “Right there. Show me what you’ve got.”

I glanced at the spot. It looked impossibly small, though I knew it wasn’t. I shot him a skeptical look.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“It’s the perfect idea,” he said with a wink. “And if you nail it, I’ll buy you whatever dessert you want tonight.”

“Oh, now you’re bribing me,” I muttered, rolling my eyes. But I couldn’t deny the extra motivation it gave me.

“Alright,” I said, taking a deep breath. “I’ve got this.”

Slowly, I started to pull into the spot. The car edged forward, my hands gripping the wheel tightly, my eyes focused on the lines. And then… the car stopped.

“You stalled it,” he said, his voice barely containing his amusement.

“I know!” I groaned, slumping in my seat as he burst into laughter.

“Hey, don’t worry. Even F1 drivers stall sometimes,” he said between chuckles. “But, uh, maybe not in parking lots.”

I shot him a look. “You’re the worst teacher ever.”

“But the best driver you know,” he winked, before giving me a quick kiss on the cheek.

“You were so close!” Charles exclaimed, laughing. “Come on, you’ve got this.”

I groaned, slumping back in my seat. “I’m never going to be good at this.”

He reached over, placing a hand on mine.

“Hey, you’re doing amazing. This is your first time. Do you know how many parking tickets I got when I was learning? My mom was not happy.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the image of a younger Charles struggling with parking, despite now being one of the best drivers in the world. “Really?”

“Oh yeah. She threatened to stop letting me borrow her car if I didn’t learn to park properly,” he chuckled.

That gave me a bit more confidence. I took a deep breath and tried again, this time managing to park the car (sort of) successfully. It wasn’t perfect, but it wasn’t terrible either.

Charles grinned proudly. “There you go. I knew you had it in you.”

“Yeah, yeah, Mr. F1 driver,” I said, rolling my eyes but smiling.

He laughed and leaned over to kiss my cheek. “Next time, we’ll take you out on the road.”

My eyes widened. “You’re joking, right?”

“Nope,” he said with a grin. “But don’t worry, I’ll be right here the whole time, making fun of you.”

I laughed, feeling a mixture of excitement and terror at the idea of driving on actual streets. But with Charles by my side, I figured I might just survive.

As we sat in the car, a comfortable silence settled between us. My thoughts drifted back to when Charles had just started in Formula 1. I remember how nervous he was before his first race in Australia. He tried to hide it, but I could see right through him.

“I was so scared back then,” he admitted, reading my mind. “I was terrified I’d mess it up.”

“But you didn’t,” I said, smiling softly at him. “You were incredible.”

“I had you there,” he said, glancing over at me. “That helped.”

I blushed slightly, remembering how I’d stayed up with him the night before his first race, talking about anything and everything to calm his nerves. We talked about his childhood, how he used to race go-karts with his dad, and how much it meant to him to follow in Jules Bianchi’s footsteps.

“Do you ever miss those days?” I asked, curious.

“Sometimes,” he said, nodding. “Things were simpler then. Less pressure. But I wouldn’t trade where I am now for anything.”

“Not even for fewer teasing moments like this?” I joked.

He laughed, shaking his head. “Not even for that.”

[puma-riki]

No One Noticed...

Synopsis: You've never seemed to make friends well. Sure, you had people you knew and were well acquainted with, but no one ever seemed to get closer to you or want to. You think that no one notices you and you'll continue the rest of your college years alone like all the years before. Except Ni-ki notices just about everything you do.

Pairing: Nishimura Riki x Fem! Reader

Genre: Fluff, Humor (or attempts at), slight angst, smau + written parts, idiots to lovers, university au

Warnings: consistent cursing, kms/kys jokes [Subject to change every chapter]

Characters: Enhypen (all), Eunchae (lesserafim),Keeho, Soul, (P1Harmony)

Status: Ongoing (Start: 092124)

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03. Existential dread + written

[name]:

Each day seemed to blend together. Every morning was the same—you'd get up, go to your classes, have no social interactions at all, and then come back to your apartment that your parents were working hard to pay for, just for you.

You felt guilty. Your parents were so proud of you for getting into the college you worked your ass off to attend. They shared their excitement for you to start your own little life with school and all the new people you'd meet, people you could bring over during holidays. They'd imagined the friends you'd make filling their table, sharing stories on how you guys had met and cheerfully sharing the same adoration for you as they did.

You would be sad to share the news that you'd be coming home for break empty-handed, for the second year. You don't know why it'd seemed too hard for you to connect with people. It's not like you've never talked to a person before. you had been in plenty of extracurriculars in high school, one of which was theater. You were good at what you did—organizing, tech work, always making sure the show ran smoothly. People appreciated you, right? You were in the group pictures, but never fully. Cropped out, a half-figure on the edge of the frame, while everyone else beamed in front of the camera. You never got invited to the after-parties. You never even knew they happened until you saw the Instagram posts the next morning. It hurt, but after a while, you got used to it. You showed up, did your part, and slipped out quietly, unnoticed, as if your presence didn't really matter. And now, college wasn't much different.

Enough depressing talk of the past. At least in college, no one expected you to have a social life. Everyone was busy, and being alone was almost normal. But even knowing that didn’t make it feel any less lonely.

You huffed as you pushed your key into your apartment's lock and turned it. Upon Entry, you were embraced by the warmth of your heater and the orange hue of the small lamps scattered about your place. You kicked your door shut and toed off your shoes, then made a beeline for your bedroom.

Your room had the same feel as the rest of your apartment. A small lamp shone down on your desk next to the door, scattered with half-finished homework. A stained-glass lamp glowing softly on your dresser, adjacent to your bed. Your bed was right next to the window that overlooked the city street. You sat your half-drunk boba on your nightstand next to yet, you guessed it, another lamp. You sat on your bed and looked out the window and watched all the people walk by, blissfully unaware of an admirer from above.

The city lights flickered to life outside your window, reflecting against the glass as the sky deepened from pink to blue. It was beautiful, but distant, like everything else. You sat by the window, staring at the people below, moving with purpose, with company.

You watched the streets below. Some people were rushing off by themselves, some were linked in arms with each other and chatting, others stood idly against walls or walked in and out of shops.

Couples linked arms, friends chatted, even strangers seemed more connected to the world than you were. Your eyes caught on a guy wiping down tables outside a nearby restaurant. He looked up as a girl walked out, her uniform and jacket marking the end of her shift. He opened his mouth, like he was about to say something, but hesitated. She walked right past him, not even sparing him a glance. His face fell just slightly before he turned back to his task, scrubbing the table with renewed intensity.

You stared, feeling a tug of recognition. Was he disappointed in her, or in himself? You wondered if you'd ever been the girl, completely unaware of someone’s desire for connection, too wrapped up in your own world to notice.

Probably not.

You tore your gaze from the window and pulled your phone from your pocket. A reminder came up on your phone.

Ni-ki biology tutoring session @ 2 tmrw !!

Right, that was tomorrow.

You've been in the tutoring program for a while now. Strangely, Ni-ki was the only one person who signed up for sessions with you this semester. usually, you have a session every other day.

It felt strange seeing his name on your screen, knowing you’d never actually tutored him before. Sure, you’d seen him plenty of times in class—he sat right behind you in biology, close enough that you could hear him tapping his pen against the desk during long lectures. But beyond the occasional brush of elbows when passing each other or mumbled exchanges, you hadn’t really spoken to him.

There had been a few moments, though. Little things, like the time you almost bumped into him while walking through the classroom door. You had both been moving at the same time, awkwardly shuffling in that way where neither of you knew who should go first. You’d blurted out, “Sorry!” and glanced up at him. He had met your eyes for barely a second before replying, "You're fine," in a tone that felt neutral—neither cold nor warm—and that had been the end of it.

He never made an effort to continue the interaction. He didn't ask how you were, or even give a polite smile. It was just... transactional, like you were two bodies moving through the same space but living in different worlds.

You wondered if he even remembered. Maybe to him, you were just another face in a crowded class, nothing more than the girl who sat in front of him. But now he’d signed up for tutoring, and you’d be sitting face-to-face, forced to acknowledge each other beyond the occasional shared oxygen in the lecture hall.

You were curious, but not hopeful. It would likely be just like every other connection you’d tried to make—brief, functional, and shallow. He’d come for help, you’d give him what he needed, and that would be that. No new conversations, no shared inside jokes or study sessions spilling into friendly coffee chats. Just another person passing through your life, barely noticing you.

But at least with Ni-ki, you had a chance to speak again, to break the silence that lingered between you every time he shifted in his seat behind you.

The reminder blinked off your phone as the screen dimmed. you dropped your phone onto your stomach and laid back on your bed. its softness makes you feel weightless.

The ceiling looked exactly how it had the day before. The lamps glowed softly, casting a warm light that didn’t reach the cold emptiness inside you. You closed your eyes, feeling the loneliness settle in your chest like a weight you’d carried for far too long.

Not that anyone noticed.

[lvrsparadise]

'JEALOUS' - M.S

Synopsis - She's always liked him.

Warnings! - Profanity, kissing, reader being jealous, Matt n reader being cute, fluff

A/N - Okay. I want to kms because I had originally written out something so beautiful for this. And then I accidently deleted something, and I forgot that if I press control z it ERASES THE WHOLE DAMN THING! So, this is a re-write. Enjoy!

Work was so tiring. I got cut from the floor at 7 instead of 9, when I was supposed to get off, because I had no tables. I made barely $40 in tips. And not to mention the weird drunk creep who kept asking my co-workers and I, very uncomfortable questions. I sigh as I clock out of the system and grabbing my stuff before saying bye to my co-workers.

I walk out the back to my car. I open the driver door and throw my stuff in the passenger seat. I just sit there and recollect myself before I put the key in the ignition, turning on the car.

Thee drive back to my house was quiet. I didn't have the radio on, I didn't have the windows down. I wasn't even on the phone with anybody. Today was that stressful.

'I'm going to have to ask my maneger for more hours next shift.'

I pull into my driveway and grab my stuff, turning off the car and walking to my front door. I open it and am immediately bombarded by my puppy, Sam, and my cat Mr. Murray.

I set my stuff down on the couch before walking upstairs to my room. I get undressed and hop in the shower. After my very refreshing shower, I throw on some comfier clothes - a pair of pink and black plaid pajama pants, a white tank top, and one of Matt's hoodies he left over.

I flop on my bed with a sigh. I sit up and open my phone, opening my messages app before clicking on Matt's contact. Matt is my brother's best friend. Well, actually, Chris is my brother's best friend, but I learned that they're a package deal. Get one, get all.

1 ring. 2 rings.

"Hey. Everything alright?"

I breathe out a small sigh of relief at the sound of his voice.

"Hey. Yeah, no everything's fine. I've just had a stressful day and I was wondering if we could go for like a drive or something?"

"Yeah, no that's fine. I'll be over in 10."

"Okay. Thank you."

"Always."

That's the last thing I hear before the line goes dead. Knowing he's going to be here in less than 10 minutes, I slip on my converse and head downstairs.

I love on and play with Sam and Mr. Murray for about 5 or 6 minutes before I hear a car pull in my driveway. I instantly recognize it as Matt's car. I grab my wallet, just in case, my keys, and my phone, placing all of them in the pocket of the hoodie. I hear a knock at my door and Sam barks. I yell out his name to get him to stop barking as I open the door.

There he is. Looking perfect as ever. Even in sweats and a hoodie. He's wearing that damn smile. One I return gratefully.

"You ready?"

"Yeah. Let's go."

I close my door behind me as I walk out, locking it as well before I walk over to the passenger side of the car. I get in and so does Matt. He pulls out of my driveway and starts driving around with no destination.

"How was your day? Why was it stressful?" He turns is head towards me as we're at a red light.

"Well, I got cut from the floor early because we were dead, and I had no tables. I made barely $40 in tips. I also had to work with that one girl I told you about. She made the day ten times worse. And this morning, Sam thought it would be nice to wake me up with a surprise next to my bed." I rest my elbow on the center console, resting my chin on my hand as I look out the window.

"Yikes." I hear him say as the light finally turns green and we start driving again.

"What about you? Anything fun happen?"

"Chris almost like, broke the ceiling in the warehouse."

"How in the hell?"

"I have no idea; I wasn't around when it happened. But Nick was and he kept making jokes about it reminding Chris that he did it. It was hilarious." He chuckles quietly.

"I bet."

"Oh shit."

"Hmm?" I turn my head towards him, his gaze switching between the road and the dashboard behind the steering wheel.

"I'm almost out of gas. I think I have enough to get us to that 7-11." He jerks his chin towards a 7-11 that's not too far. It's dark out, not many cars are on the road, the gas station seems empty.

He pulls into the gas station, pulling up to a gas pump. He turns the car off after rolling down the windows a little bit. He gets out and walks over to the pump, which is next to me because for some reason, the gas tank is on the right side of his car instead of the left. So, as he fills the tank up, he's also leaning on my window, talking to me.

"Did anything interesting happen in your day though?"

"Um, let's see. Oh, there was this older gentleman who tipped me $25 for being the best server he's had. He was celebrating his anniversary, but he said that his wife had passed away a few years ago. So, every year on their anniversary, he goes out and gets himself a meal. It was so sweet, it almost made me cry."

"Wow. That does sound swe-"

He's cut off by a girl walking up to him, looking to be around our ages, maybe a year or so older. She's talking with hi and flirting with him. I feel my blood run cold with jealousy at the realization she's flirting. Matt's hand is like holding onto the window, his hand partially in the car. I take advantage of that and I somewhat intwine our fingers, my own mindlessly playing with his.

Either she can't see me through the somewhat tinted windows, or is openly ignoring my presence, she asks him out to dinner. I squeeze his hand and he squeezes mine back. I hear him say 'Oh, I can't sorry. My girl is in the car' and my heart skips a beat. Multiple beats actually.

He finishes filling most of his tank and pays before walking over to the driver's side as quick as he can speed walk without running. He turns the car on at lightning speed. He starts to drive off to my house.

The drive is silent. Other than the really quiet hum f whatever is on the radio, there is not a peep coming from either of us.

About halfway through the drive back to my house, he reaches his right hand over the center console and grabs my left hand, interlocking our hands before resting them on his thigh. My chest is filled with butterflies. My head is empty. I feel my face heat up as I turn to look out the window next to me.

We pull up to my house. As soon as he puts the car in park, I'm out the car and making a b-line for my front door, unlocking it in record time. I didn't realize Matt was hot on my heels until I turn to close the front door, his hand stopping it. I sigh in defeat knowing I won't win. He pushes the door open and then walks in, closing it behind him.

"Were you jealous?"

"What? I have no Idea what you're talking about Matt." I place my wallet and keys on a table I have next to the door for that reason. Of course, I was jealous, but I would never admit it out loud. Especially to the guy I was getting jealous about.

He shakes his head and crosses his arms "Wrong. Were you jealous?"

I roll my eyes slightly "Matt- I don't get why you're asking me this. It would be the same if it were me-"

"No, it wouldn't."

"Wha-"

"A guy touches you? Jealous. A guy flirts with you? Jealous. Takes you on a date? Kisses you? I'm jealous. I'm jealous as hell. How have you not known? I'm not very secretive about it at all. Now I'm going to ask you one last time. Were you jealous?" His voice, despite being stern and angry, it still is soft and kind.

I sigh in defeat, crossing my own arms, mirroring his pose. "Yeah. I was. I was very jealous."

There is nothing said after that. And there doesn't need to be. Next thing I know, I'm being softly pinned against the wall and Matt's hands are on me. One on my cheek and the other on my waist. I try to look at the hand on my waist but the hand on my face makes me look into his eyes. He doesn't say much, but words aren't necessary right now. He leans in and kisses me.

The kiss is soft, tender, sweet, and everything a hopeless romantic like myself could ever want. I entangle my hands in his hair, closing whatever space was between us.

After what felt like hours, but was really 20 seconds, we pull back for air. Both of us are panting.

"I'm taking you out Friday. 6:00. I pick you up, with flowers, take you to dinner, then I take you to a 7:00 movie, then we walk on the beach before I take you back home and kiss you goodnight. How does that sound?"

Although my eyes are still closed, I hear the smile in his voice, and at his words I can't hold back a smile of my own. I open my eyes and look into his beautiful blue ones that look like they're the ocean. I swear I get lost in them for a few seconds before replying.

"That sounds perfect."

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Falling for her - Amelia Shepherd

Hey loves

This is my first story, so I'm pretty nervous also I'm sorry about my grammar, English isn't my first language

This story takes place during the second season but there are small changes, like Derek and Addison divorced before Derek came to Seattle so Addison won't be coming to Seattle for Derek because Richard asked her to (it will be important for the plot), lexie. The storyline in my story doesn't match Grey's one.

Amelia will work as an attending with Derek, also she's not the youngest shepherd and she is younger than Derek by only a few years. Derek and Meredith are not dating because of the rule (nobody cared about that but ok

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1. New start

There was a voice on the plane telling us to buckle up because we were landing, finally, I thought to myself. Flying more than 6000 km is exhausting. After the plane landed successfully, I put on my backpack and collected my baggage. When I got out of the airport, a cold wind greeted me, it's chilly here, I should take a taxi. There were many taxis on the other side of the road, I took my suitcase and slowly walked to the other side, there were about 5 taxis parked there, which one should I choose? Never mind, I chose the first one I stood by.

"Could you take me to Queen Anne at 303 Comstock Street?"

The taxi driver just nodded, is every American so grumpy? All the way there was silence in the car, but I didn't mind, I was looking out the window and admiring the world around me the whole time. I can't believe it, I'm truly here, Seattle was gorgeous, and there were people all over the place, which was a big difference from my home. When the car stopped on my street, the driver turned to me and in a cold voice said, "It would be $40." I pulled my wallet out of my pocket, full of US dollars, to make sure I had enough money. I must have grabbed a little more than I needed since I could barely close my wallet.

I handed him a $50 bill. "You can ke-" He didn't even let me finish and grabbed it from my hand, then pointed to the door. At that moment, I felt like hitting him. I grabbed my stuff, and as soon as I reached for the door, his car quickly started and sped off.

"Dick"

I looked around to see where I was, and after taking stock of my situation I realized I was lost, fuck, I should have seen what the house looked like before. I mean, what normal person wouldn't look at the house they're buying, yeah, I didn't look. I only have his address. So I'll try to ask someone. The street was quiet, with hardly any people to be seen outside. It was probably because everyone was still at work. However, a woman was walking on the sidewalk. She looked tired, but it seemed like she was my only option.

"Sorry to bother you, miss, but can you tell me where house number 302 is located?"

She looked at me with a surprised smile. "Oh, that's the house right next to mine. You must be my new neighbor. I'm Meredith Grey" She offered me her hand in greeting. Okay, it looks like Americans aren't so bad after all. I shook her hand. "Lena Anderson, nice to meet you" My accent was a bit stronger, I still have to get used to it.

"You're not from here, are you?" I shook my head "No, I just moved here." She looked at me with an even bigger smile. "Cool, come with me. I'll show you where you live."  And with that, she takes my hand. Are Americans always this friendly? We walked for a while and then stopped in front of a pretty big house. Wow, I think I made a good purchase.

"Thank you Meredith for helping me, you saved my life."

"It's okay, I'm glad I met you. Maybe we could hang out sometime, perhaps go to a bar or something?"

"Deal," I said and waved her off, picked up my keys, and opened my new home. Wow, this house is huge!  Large kitchen, beautiful living room, 3 bedrooms, and 2 bathrooms. This place is amazing! After unpacking and enjoying a warm shower, I settled into the beautifully modern living room, complete with a large TV and a PS5. Since I was a child, I have always enjoyed playing video games. I brought my PS5 here, and it provides great fun while helping me relax from reality. I prepared my favorite fruit tea and turned on the music on the TV. I grabbed my laptop and opened my email to check for any important updates. I was eagerly waiting for news about my job and had also applied for internship programs at hospitals in Seattle. My school grades are excellent, and I have valuable work experience back home in Europe. However, I understand that this may not guarantee anything.

I've got about 30 emails popping up, mostly some ads I should clean up, I started to slowly delete them one by one so I wouldn't accidentally delete something important. until I get an e-mail from Seattle Grace Hospital. I opened it and started reading.

 "You have been accepted into our residency program"

I screamed at the top of my lungs, I couldn't believe it, it's like a miracle, I love my life. In the email, there was additional information, such as salary, hours, and more. I am supposed to start in two days, so I might as well inform Meredith. She could at least assist me in getting oriented here. I changed into something more social, grabbed my keys, and went to see my neighbor.

knock, knock

After a while, some guy opened the door. "Oh, hi? Is Meredith there?" He was a little confused, but he called out to Meredith, who came to the door.

"Hey Meredith, sorry to bother you again, but as you said we could meet sometime. If you don't have plans for tonight, maybe we could hang out?"

"Hey, Len, I was just thinking about you, join us, I'll introduce you to my friends" She led me to her living room, where I saw two other people. They looked nice.

"Everybody, this is Lena, my new neighbor. Lena, these are my friends and roommates. George and Izzie"

"Hi"

"Hello"

"Nice to meet you all." I was a little nervous, but after two hours of talking and drinking, I felt like I had made new friends. Meredith and Izzie were great, funny and George was George. Such a nice guy. But I get the feeling he's secretly in love with Meredith, he looks at her like she's a god. It is very easy to make fun of him but in a good way.

"Where do you work? Your house is huge but it must have cost a lot." George asks me

"Well, actually I bought it before I had a job"

"WHAT? ARE YOU RICH?" Izzie and Meredith shouted at the same time

"Well kind of, but now I got a job in a hospital in their program an-"

"Are you a doctor? and in seattle grace?" George quickly cut me off

"Yeah? What's the problem??"

"We work there too! me, mer, izzie and our other friends like cristina and alex"

"So, Are we colleagues?"

"YES!" Everyone in the room screamed.

"Wow, that's really impressive. Is there a bar where we can celebrate?" I asked

"Let's meet at Joe's Bar tomorrow as we always do after work." Meredith said

"If you show me where it is, we can definitely..."

I stayed at Meredith's place for about an hour and then left to go home. I changed into comfortable pajamas, sat on my bed, and picked up the book. I decided on something a little more interesting: "Haunting Adeline." (😏) I was reading for about two hours before my eyes started to close, so I put the book down, turned off the light, and closed my eyes.

AN: Wow, that was my first chapter. I apologize for every mistake, but I'm trying yk...I'm happy for every response and comment also if you have any questions, just ask. I'd be happy to answer them.

PS: By the way, if you want to read more, you can check out my Wattpad or Ao3, where my story is already uploaded.

xx

[tr0p1cal]

cats got your tongue smau

nineteen - roomie movie night🖍️

➤ finding a cat in the alley beside the Star was not how you expected to end the worst day of your life, but maybe it’s just what you need to bring a little light back in on a gloomy day.

general warnings: sexual themes and language, cussing, mentions and consumption of alcohol, mentions of cheating and toxic relationships, kys/kms jokes

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Dori was happily cuddled on your lap until the faint jingle of keys and rustling was heard outside the door. Lee Minho, someone you never would have imagined you’d be so close to, walks through the door to your shared room with two drink cups and a small bag in his hands. He smiles at the sight of his three cats ready to greet him before his eyes trail past them to meet yours. You stand up from where you had been sitting on your bed and make your way towards him.

“Hi roomie! Let me take those from you so you can go get changed,” you say as you reach for the cups and small bag. He doesn’t protest as you take the items from him and place them on the small table in the corner of the room. “I made sure the babies didn’t get your food,” you said as he disappeared into your shared bathroom to change.

“I appreciate that,” he said from the bathroom before coming back into your room and seeing the cozy nest of pillows and blankets on the floor in-between your beds that you had set up for the two of them. the projector on and Netflix pulled up of your laptop so you could pick a movie together.

“What do you think?” You did a little hand jester to the nest on the floor with a smile from ear to ear on your face, clearly happy with your own work. Minho couldn’t help the small smile that softened his usual sharp features as he looked at you. The moments like this are the ones that really drive him crazy. Crazy because all he wants to do is pull you into his embrace and never let you go, but he couldn’t because that would ruin everything the two of you had built over the passed moths and just started to get back to after a few bumps along that way.

“Min?” The hesitant tone as you said his nickname brought him out of his thoughts. He cleared his throat and moved towards you to take his spot on the floor.

“It’s perfect,” he simply said, taking the food you had saved for him out of your hands. You couldn’t help the giddy feeling washing over you as you sat next to him and grabbed your laptop.

“Well, what are we in the mood for?” The rest of the night was filled with laugher and fun as you tried to watch the movie, but ended up just sitting there talking over it as it played in the background. Snuggled into the pillows and blankets as well as each other, knees brushing together and eventually, your head falling to his shoulder as you both got sleepier. You aren’t sure how late you ended up staying up, but neither of you would ever change anything about it. Being fully in the moment together and enjoying each others company was all that mattered for just that short moment.

~

The warmth of the morning sun beaming through the window and shining on your face was the first thing you noticed as you woke up. The second was the warmth coming from the body tightly hugging around you, head buried into the side of your neck. You rubbed your eyes with your free hand and let out a quiet gasp as you started to comprehend what had happened. You and Minho had stayed up until you fell asleep down on the floor together and ended up in this situation.

You panicked for a second, but as you looked down to see him sleeping so soundly on you, you couldn’t help the smile tugging at the corners of your lips. He looked so content and radiant in the morning sun. He started to stir a little and your breath hitched, unable to get yourself to take in a breath.

In that moment you remembered what today was. The showcase.

You whipped your head to look at the clock on the wall and started panicking again, but this time waking up a groggy Minho in the process.

“Rain.. why are you moving so much, stay still. Just a few more minutes,” he almost whined as he pulled you closer to get you to stop squirming around. he didn’t know what he was really doing and you knew that, but you still felt the heat flushing your face. Why was your body reacting so strongly to those few words? You didn’t want to analyze it right now though, you had to get him up and moving.

“No Min, it’s already late! You have to get up and ready for the showcase. You’re going to be late if you sleep any longer,” you tried your best to motivate him, gently pushing him off of you.

He groaned and rolled over, rubbing his eyes and frowning. “It’s too early,” he whined.

“Come on you big baby, we didn’t stay up that late,” you teased. “Let’s go get some coffee and breakfast at the star before you have to head to the showcase to meet the boys,” you suggested, hoping to get him moving and off the floor.

He let put a big sigh and slowly got up. You silently cheered for your victory and escaped into the bathroom to freshen up and get yourself ready to leave. Minho followed into the bathroom a few minutes after you as you were about to brush your teeth.

“Just a second and it’s all yours,” you said, expecting him to go wait outside, but instead he grabbed his toothbrush and started brushing his teeth with you. You felt a weird feeling wash over you. The moment somehow felt so natural, but the butterflies in your stomach made you feel uneasy. Why would simply brushing your teeth with your friend make you feel almost giddy? He looked almost ethereal in the bathroom lighting. You felt like you were suffacating just being here with him in this moment.

~

“Minnie!” You excitedly greeted your friend when you entered the cafe, dragging a grumpy looking Minho behind you. “We need coffee asap.”

Seungmin rolled his eyes and made your favorites. “Shouldn’t you already be at the showcase to help setup?” He asked Minho.

Minho shrugged, a yawn escaping his lips. “They’ll survive without me for a little bit,” he simply replied and went to go sit in the usual booth.

“Late night?” Seungmin asked with a raised brow, a teasing glint in his eyes.

You choose to ignore his implications and just let out a dry chuckle. “Yeah, it probably wasn’t the best night for roomie movie night, huh.”

After some more light conversation, Seungmin handed you the drinks and you went to join Minho. “Here you go you sleep deprived baby,” you teased, setting one in front of him.

“Not my fault someone kept me up all night,” he said in a dramatically loud voice, making sure the people around heard him.

“You’re gonna give people the wrong impression,” you sighed.

He grinned, sipping his coffee and you could help but smile. You really would do anything to be able to keep him and everyone else happy and safe. He quickly became someone important to you, and you wouldn’t let anything happen to change that.

a/n: hahaha… soooooo hi! It’s been a minute🥸 hopefully people are still here lmao

I think I forgot how to do this😭

tag list🏷

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(Let me know if you want to be taken off the tag list💀 I know it’s been forever and you probably forgot about this story)

[totallynotcoffeeturtle]

Palm Kisses and Plum Wine

Genshin masterlist

Tags: tooth-rotting fluff, confessions, affectionate drunk heizou Summary: What is one to do when there is a drunk detective in your lap at midnight?

This is bad. Very very very bad. Not because you committed some unspeakable atrocities for the best detective in all of Inazuma to be climbing into your house through the open window, but because said detective, namely Heizou, is your boyfriend and is extremely, horrendously drunk. 

Your pretty man, your favorite human being on this whole godforsaken continent is already adept at making your heart race like no tomorrow. And him now with no inhibitions? A menace to society, especially your poor overworked heart. You quietly stare up at Heizou’s slim figure straddling your lap, your hands clasped in his while he mutters whatever loving, sugar-filled sentences that appear in his mind. You cannot help but wonder inwardly how you even got into this situation.

To understand your current situation fully, you must turn back time to less than an hour ago. 

You were going to get a cup of water and something else to entertain yourself with for the night when you heard a rustle from the kitchen. You froze up. Usually, just Heizou’s reputation and the sheer frequency of him coming over is enough to chase anyone with evil intentions away. You gripped tightly onto the bottle of milk nearby and prepared yourself for a bitter struggle… Only to see the ‘criminal’ was Heizou, utterly drunk and could not find his keys for whatever reason (They were in his other pocket, courtesy of his brilliantly intoxicated brain). So of course the idea his brilliant mind cooked up was to climb through your window!

At the sight of you, still very distressed due to his decision, Heizou immediately jumps over. His body slams against you and the detective pushes you down along with the momentum, putting you into a rather suggestive position. It would be a heart pounding scene if your poor lower back did not have to take both his weight and gravity. Before you can question him, the strong scent of plum wine fills your senses with the sheer proximity between your faces. On his thin lips is a soft, oh-so-smitten smile that serves to make his eyes shine even bright under the moonlight and the dim lantern you just lit up.

He pulls you up by pulling on your wrists, making you lean on him, and proceeds to cup his own face with your palms. Heizou smiles even brighter at the coolness against his flushed cheeks. “Did… did you drink?,” you ask, just to confirm your already very sure assumption. In response, the burgundy haired man nuzzles his cheeks against your hold while slowly blinking his beautiful eyes. You sigh as you attempt to calm your heart from its 100 km per hour pace. He pauses for a moment and relief washes over you. Maybe you can finally get him to bed and no longer have to deal with this awkward situation?

“Love? Let’s get you tucked in?,” you suggest. A part of you wishes to continue to stay in this position, but for the sake of both your heart and your spine, you ask him the question. Heizou stares into your eyes, his gaze hazy yet clear at the same time. His hold on your hand refuses to budge. Moments pass as he seems to fall into contemplation. You wonder if you should try and escape while he is distracted but his grip would not budge at all. 

Slowly, his face turns between your palms, his cool lips making contact with the thenar sends a shiver up your spine. Heizou’s gorgeous eyes curve into little crescents at the warmth practically glowing from your pretty face, much like a smug cat getting away with messing up your house. But he doesn’t stop there, no no, he wants you to lose all of your composure for him. The detective’s whispers seem to echo in the quiet of the night, “I love you…” and he repeats his confession continuously, only ceasing for the brief moments he kisses your palm with reverence in his eyes. His peach blossom eyes reflect your flustered expression like a spring lake, no longer attempting to hold back his affection, every single thought he had been holding onto spills out in tides. Heizou kisses your palms slowly, each time lingering like he just wants the moment to be frozen forever. Between kisses, he makes sure to confess until you are completely sure of the feelings he holds until you are drowned in a sea of his adoration for you.

Heizou only stops when he falls asleep in the middle of kissing your left hand while still mumbling about how perfect you are in his eyes and how he would ‘arrest all the criminals in the world to keep you safe and sound’. In the end, you decide to drag him to your bedroom and let him cuddle you until the morning.

(Extra: Heizou screams like a maiden at the sight of you sleeping beside him when he woke up. He is genuinely worried that he might have hurt you in some way the night before and promises to take responsibility. So you tell him to explain to your neighbors as to why he sneaked in last night. Through the one that every single existence can see easily. At midnight.)

A/N: ngl this is the longest drabble i've posted yet lul and also my first ever heizou drabble so 🎉🎉🎉 i swear i will make a proper taglist soon pls and happi pride month! Signora x reader drabble soon bc i need her hands on my neck asap!!!

[serascli]

More lore drop on the in between and spacial magic in the AU

The in between is a knot between three types of magic:

-spacial magic as the place where portals lead before going from one place to another

-soul magic since it’s some kind of afterlife where souls with unfinished business stay

-time magic, when a person goes from a portal to another it’s as if time stops itself in « reality » meanwhile if you stay for a long time in the in between,time will pass slower in the « real » world, 1 week in the in between is 1 day in the real world

In consequence of this link between the three magics, there is an extremely small chance of a mage of one of the three attribute to have a child possessing one of the other two attributes (ex: a spacial mage has a 0.0001% chance of having a child using time or soul magic)

There are differences between a spacial mage using nature’s mana(Finral in the AU) and a spacial mage using his internal mana(Cob)

A mage using nature’s mana can only create portals looking like holes, cracks or tears in the fabric of reality like Finral, they cannot bend the portals to look a certain way even in regular circles but

Meanwhile a mage relying only on their internal mana can shape however they like the portal whether it stay a hole but looks like a perfect circle, a sophisticated or simple door and even windows for some

In the in between you can find the souls of some person

For an internal spacial mage they cannot see the apparence or understand what the souls are saying but said souls can’t pass through their portals to go back to the living world

As for a nature spacial mage they can understand as well as see key features of the souls, but these souls can and will mostly try to escape and end up as vengeful or roaming spirits in the living world

Internal spacial mage can explore the in between only in a perimeter of 1 to 2 km around their entrance point

For a nature spacial mage the perimeter can be extended to 5 or 6 km around their portal

A nature spacial mage is only linked to the entrance portal and has to find by himself the exit portal who can be as far as 5 to 6 km away from the entrance. Exit portals are not necessary in their case. When a nature mage makes another person go through their portal alone they have to be extremely focused so the entrance and exit portals are close enough in the in between to be seen as the same to make sure the person does not get lost in the other world

An internal spacial mage has a guideline toward the exit portal who are only as far as 1 or 2 km from the entrance. An exit is necessary in their case. But if another person goes through portal alone it will automatically have the entrance and exit close enough to each other so the person doesn’t enter the in between

[daughter-heir]

whenever something bad happens to me it becomes a straight up comedy of errors. I tried to go to the gym but then my passenger car window broke so I had to drive to my parent’s house during rush hour (took 50 min, usually 35) to get my mom’s car bc I work in a city where cars are frequently stolen then I drove back home only to realize I didn’t have my apartment keys even though I specifically took them off my key ring so I wouldn’t forget them and my boyfriend is working late today and isn’t answering the phone now I’m just sitting next to the river reflecting on all my failures and if I see a rare bird here and don’t have my camera I will kms

[f1mike28]

Mercedes‑Maybach S680 Virgil Abloh 1 of 150 „A Design Icon“.

For over a century, Mercedes–Maybach has defined the boundaries of luxury experiences, and the limited edition Maybach by Virgil Abloh, a fully equipped Mercedes‑Maybach S‑Class S680 (WLTP combined fuel consumption: 14.3‑13.4 l/100 km | combined CO2 emissions: 326‑304 g/km)1 continues this tradition.

Created by Mercedes‑Benz most specialised customization and craftmanship team in the manufaktur in Sindelfingen, the vehicle exterior features the unique two-tone colour combination created for Project MAYBACH. While the upper part of the vehicle is lacquered in a glossy obsidian black, the lower part, side flanks and special forged rims are painted in a sand hue.

The highest levels of craftsmanship continue into the vehicle’s interior with an identical two-tone colour scheme. The four-seat configuration, steering wheel, doors, lower dashboard and ceiling are lined in black and sand coloured nappa leather, complete with sand coloured décor trims and strips.

The highpile floormats are black with a sand coloured leather border and embroidered Mercedes‑Maybach logo. To enhance its monolithic appearance, the window frames are painted, and a special Mercedes-Maybach and Virgil Abloh logo is inscribed on the piano black middle of the centre-console, rear cushions, head restraints and door sill panel.

All customers will be given a special custom-made wooden box covered in sand coloured nappa leather emblazoned with the Mercedes‑Maybach and Virgil Abloh logo. The gift box contains a 1/18 scale replica of the limited-edition car, the two car keys and a carabiner hook. In addition, a special car cover featuring the Mercedes‑Maybach and Virgil Abloh logo will be gifted to customers.

Mercedes-AMG One man, one engine Handcrafted by Michael Kübler @f1mike28 in Germany Affalterbach.

Driving Performance is my Passion! Mercedes-AMG the Performance and Sports Car Brand from Mercedes-Benz and Exclusive Partner for Pagani Automobili. Mercedes-AMG Handcrafted by Racers.

[classymiracleflower]

Descargar KMSPico Activador para Windows y Office 【2025】

Hace poco descubrí un sitio espectacular para kmspico descargar para Windows y Office, ¡y no puedo estar más contento! La interfaz es clara, intuitiva y sin rodeos, algo que en estos tiempos se valora como agua en el desierto. Todo el proceso fue rápido, sin trabas, y, lo mejor de todo, completamente seguro. No puedo evitar sentir que di con una joya oculta en el vasto mundo de internet. Además, ofrecen una explicación detallada de cómo instalar y utilizar el programa, lo cual me hizo sentir respaldado en cada paso. ¡Es raro encontrar un lugar donde realmente se preocupen por tu experiencia como usuario! Ahora, mi sistema y Office funcionan de maravilla, y todo gracias a esta solución confiable que encontré. Definitivamente, lo recomendaría a cualquiera que busque algo eficiente y sin dolores de cabeza. 😊

Si buscas una solución eficaz y gratuita para activar Windows o Microsoft Office, KMSPico descargar es una de las herramientas más populares y confiables disponibles en 2025. Este activador ha sido diseñado para eliminar la necesidad de licencias pagadas, ofreciendo una activación permanente tanto para sistemas operativos Windows como para productos de Office. A continuación, te explicamos qué es KMSPico, cómo descargarlo y utilizarlo de manera segura.

¿Qué es KMSPico?

KMSPico es un software que emula un servidor KMS (Key Management Service), permitiendo activar productos de Microsoft sin necesidad de adquirir licencias oficiales. Este activador es ampliamente utilizado por su simplicidad y eficacia, además de ser compatible con casi todas las versiones recientes de Windows y Office, incluyendo:

Windows 10 y Windows 11

Microsoft Office 2016, 2019 y 2021

Con KMSPico, puedes disfrutar de todas las funciones premium de estos productos sin restricciones ni mensajes molestos sobre licencias.

Ventajas de Descargar KMSPico

Activación Gratuita: No tendrás que pagar para activar Windows o Office.

Seguridad y Confiabilidad: Si lo descargas desde fuentes confiables, KMSPico es una herramienta segura.

Compatibilidad Extensa: Funciona con múltiples versiones de Windows y Office.

Activación Permanente: Una vez activado, no tendrás que preocuparte por renovar la licencia.

Pasos para Descargar y Usar KMSPico

Para utilizar el activador, sigue estos pasos:

1. Descargar KMSPico

Visita un sitio web de confianza, como iotsmartsummitlondon.com, para obtener el enlace de descarga seguro. Asegúrate de evitar sitios sospechosos que puedan contener archivos dañinos.

2. Desactiva el Antivirus Temporalmente

La mayoría de los antivirus detectan KMSPico como una amenaza debido a su naturaleza. Es importante desactivar el antivirus temporalmente antes de instalarlo.

3. Instalación del Software

Descarga el archivo desde la fuente segura.

Extrae el contenido del archivo comprimido.

Ejecuta el instalador como administrador.

4. Activar Windows u Office

Una vez instalado, abre la aplicación.

Selecciona el producto que deseas activar (Windows u Office).

Presiona el botón "Activar".

Precauciones al Descargar KMSPico

Aunque KMSPico es una herramienta muy útil, es importante seguir algunas recomendaciones:

Usa fuentes confiables: Descargar KMSPico de sitios no oficiales puede exponerte a virus o malware.

Desactiva solo temporalmente el antivirus: No olvides reactivarlo después de completar la instalación.

Cumple con las leyes locales: El uso de activadores puede ser ilegal en algunos países, por lo que es importante conocer la legislación en España antes de utilizar este tipo de software.

Conclusión

KMSPico descargar es la solución ideal para quienes buscan activar Windows y Office de forma gratuita en 2025. Sin embargo, es fundamental usar este software de manera responsable y descargarlo únicamente desde fuentes confiables como iotsmartsummitlondon.com. Con la activación adecuada, podrás disfrutar de todas las funciones premium de Microsoft sin complicaciones.

[candiereo]

MORE SPOILERS AND MORE TALKING!!!!!!

Memories with Marcus oh I’m sick I hate him

I don’t want to think about Marcus. He makes my skin crawl I’m serious rn I have goosebumps

Downn downn down

Are we a dreamwalker or sometjing how are we going super super deep in our memories.

Redacted lore save me from the confusion

Why is the outfit so important

We aren’t in a lab ?

Light

Little windows ??? High on a wall??? Like in a fucking basement

ARE WE SERIOUSLY EXPERIENCING SUNSHINE TREATMENT IN THE MEMORIES

Hey haha wdym a chair. Wdym

Why were we in a chair

So we were fucking kidnapped

“How cold is it” if you don’t need a number the only answer I can give is “cold” 😭

Man I’m nervous too idk what’s happening

Omg yay remembering. Sigh

If he keeps talking like this I’ll fall asleep and miss everything. Erik Redacted you are too good

Down.. down.. downward

He looks different ???

Marcus (¬_¬)

Down down down

RINGING EARS

what the fuckWHAT

WHAT IS GOING ON HOLY SHIT

The. FLASHBACKS

I have goosebumps

No more tears? You’re safe now?

EHAT THE FUCK

WUIN ?? QUINN?????

Songs?? Is it a test for Asset

Dreams can be incredibly powerful when they’re used right ?

I HOPE IT’LL BE OKAY ???

A skeleton key????/$)2$/:

I WISH IT WAS SOMETHING WE CAN CONTROL ?? HELP ??

What state of matter is love &/@2)3& LEAVE ME ALONE

Holy shit Asset person idk who u are what is happening to you

Is that Marcus

“Excited to start” ASSET RUN AWAY PLEASE

Man I’m tweaking oh my god

James SOS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’m so afraid rn

I’m not over Quinn cameo like I’m so afraid genuinely

Did the real “Asset” encounter Quinn? And the dream buried it in their memories

YOU’RE SAFE NOW? BOTH OF YOU? Anton help what is happening

help HLP

Anton groaning

Okay wait anyway

What isn’t my fault

OH? I GOT ATTACKED

Was the listener attacked by Quinn

Turned by old blood. This is fucking Quinn

The listener was attacked by Quinn

THAT SHIFTER

Oh. no Darlin mention. Kicks a rock

ANTON OVERPOWERED HIM? HOW FUCKING BIG IS ANTON

MUSCLES

THE FOOLIVERSE DIDNT LIE ??

THE FOOLIVERSE WAS SPOILING IT FOR US AND WE HAD NO IDEA

Ooh listener had (has?) a sister

Skeleton key. What. OH EHAT

reminds me I’m in a dream???

DREAMWALKER ? Hold awn

Is that Elliot or is that Marcus I CANT FUCKING TELL

Probably not Elliot because of the symbol but does that mean Marcus is a dreamwalker ?

NEW LATENT LISTENER !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dreamwalker Latent Listener. I’ve been fed

Or I misunderstood that they’re a dreamwalker but I’m running with it

Listener with confirmed family!!! I’m so happy with listener lore

Marcus please go away I’m trying to enjoy life

I have had goosebumps this whole video

Sci-fi interests? That is so cute

So our dream was being a robot / android ? And that is how the Project Meridian thing unfolded

Is this lady the listener’s sister?

WHAT THE FUCK

QUINN?

HILY SHITGUYS

HE FUCKING KILLED HER

“BECAUSE I CAN” ?&/):&:):

GOOD LITTLE BLOODBAG???

Wait I’m still processing

WOLF SNARLS

DARLIN??? OR ANTON???

WIAT ITS ANTON HOLY SHIT

Both of you???? Isn’t the sister dead

IS THE LISTENER WITH DARLIN? IS DARLIN HERE

HAS ANTON MET DARLIN

Give me a second WIAT hold on howhdol on

Quinn managed to break free. Sigh

I’m too confused right now when they mention “the two of you” are they talking about the listener and their sister or the listener and Darlin? Because I thought the sister was already dead but they mention saving two

“To you, to them” So he is mentioning Darlin. I’m so ????

He’s talking about Quinn being caught and rotting for what he’s done. Does this take place when Quinn is finally trapped and actually jailed… I’m definitely relistening later I’m so lost

Empowered family for the listener

So the listener reached out to the department about the attack and got a meeting with James.

wtf they feel guilty about not having powers to protect their sister and themselves. Kms

Freelancer core …

Marc(us) IS a dreamwalker

What the flip

This dream went on for so long “Asset” was “unstuck” and had to dig so far into their memories for this shit IM SICK

We have powers right now … yip!

OUR magic kept us in the dream?????

Holy shit we were making and keeping the dream and we didn’t even know

THATS WHAT THE PHONE RINGING WAS

IT WAS US/HIM CALLING

I’m ???

So everything ties back to Quinn

Is the listener Darlin’s (un)empowered friend or not. I think so

James saw himself and Anton in the dream world

This is so crazy

Since we went back back into the memories where we got attacked, and in the kind-of future we were in a chair in a basement, does this mean we were one of the victims that Quinn captured?? Especially since Quinn still had victims around when he was officially captured by the Department. Sorry I’m ranting and trying to make sense of it

This probably isn’t even as complicated as my brain is making it out to be

Don’t mind me

When I was yapping I sort of tuned out whatever he was saying oops

So the Project Meridian thing isn’t real. And the world we are about to return to is. Okay

That’s so insane. Like imagine waking up and so many memories start coming back to you that you get whiplash. Would that happen or would it be peacefully restored as you sleep

So “Asset” was made to “save the world” but James is here to save their life

The deltas can take us back????? Do it now then

I’m still so confused with the Quinn correlation. Who is the listener exactly and which victim are they. Are they someone Quinn captured when he was taken in? Are they Darlin’s friend? Or are they just a random victim of Quinn’s who was saved by Anton

Almost done. LET ME OU

Oh I’m afraid

THEY GOT IT RIGHT

FUCK YES

okay we lived we can go home now

AHO ARE YOU

who r you

Mark? Or Marc? Hello

Why did you evade safety guidelines man

I feel confused

Imagine the listener remembered jack shit and all that was for nothing

“What happens now” “to you? That’s not my call to make” Marcus flashbacks. Omg

Oh!

Out for quite a while?? I imagine it’s been weeks or months 😭

We lived so what now

He doesn’t like the version of himself the labyrinth created 😭

“You really are a special kind of person” Okay now let’s kiss

HOME YAYYY

Okay that was a rollercoaster. Enjoy my rants bye

[mayashwood]

Listen, I know I'm a terrible human for using AI image generators, if I have to go to hell for it I'll understand but this is important social science, and it might be the key to winning the culture war.

My gf and I were talking about an old college lecturer of mine, who was a Marxist, and who had been a particular influence on me, and I said that honestly his indoctrination would have been a lot less effective if not for the fact that he was extremely tall and cool and sexy and rode a triumph motorcycle and wore leather trousers (swoon).

We sort of joked around with the idea that universities aren't able to churn out Cultural Marxists at the rate required of them to effectively combat the inexorable slide towards fascism because university lecturers aren't allowed to be sexy and wear leather trousers and ride triumph motorcycles anymore (and take you for coffee and tell you you're clever so you get a fizzy feeling in your tummy) because of woke.

Anyway it suddenly occurred to me that we can probably gain enough critical mass to tip the scale, you know, really move the overton window if we do something similar to the highly successful bike to work scheme, and provide a generous grant to eligible (Marxist) lecturers for the purchase of leather trousers and triumph motorcycles.

I recognise this strategy hinges on my hypothesis that providing such support to pretty much any Marxist would make them instantly fuckable, so I chose Karl himself, the original Marxist, and conveniently one who I think most people probably wouldn't bang (this is tumblr tho, so I'm confident there's already porn about it here lol) for my AI prompt, and I'd like you ladies and gentlethings to tell me, would you fuck the result if he propositioned you in a campus coffee shop?

For what it's worth, I'm def letting this version of Karl Marx geddit.

Please vote below (idk how to do a poll :3 )

[anon-apple]

Hot Soup and Soft Bread 8

Table of Contents and Synposis <- Chapter 7 Read on WordPress

Chapter 8: Instant Noodles with an Egg II

Zhou Cunqu discovered that he mentioned Zhong Qiuyan more and more often in his diary. Recently, his eating and sleeping habits have been taking a turn for the better. But after his talk with Qiuyan about Jiang Liangyu, Cunqu started to suffer from insomnia once again. After Qiuyan found out, he lugged over a giant hippo pillow as a gift for him one day. Sometimes when Cunqu lowered his head, he would make eye contact with the hippo’s eyeballs which were slightly larger than sesame seeds.

Cunqu wrote in his diary that Qiuyan gifted him a stuffed animal again. He had already gifted him a lot of things. Not only that, he would come over to accompany him every day regardless of the weather. So perhaps Cunqu should give him something in return. But what could he give in return?

When Qiuyan was about to get off work one evening, he texted Cunqu a question. Since he was able to walk outside of the Qin Qin Homeland residential community, did he want to take a drive around the city in his car? 

Cunqu saw the message but did not immediately reply. After a while, he messaged back: ok.

After midnight, when Cunqu arrived downstairs, he saw Qiuyan yawning, his car keys looped around his finger. When Qiuyan spotted him, he abruptly swallowed half of the yawn and made a “please” gesture for him to get in the car. 

Qiuyan drove a black SUV. When Cunqu replied ‘ok’ earlier in the day, Qiuyan had driven in a hurry to A’Shan’s store and asked him for a car wash. Cunqu sat down in the passenger’s seat. When the car engine started, the row of pig bobbleheads sitting below his windshield started bobbing their heads. Many cars had talismans for wellness or some pendant hanging from the rearview window. Cunqu had one of a dancing little girl. As the car drove, the little girl danced for the entire ride. Cunqu lifted a hand to support the little girl. 

He was still too afraid to look at the streets outside. When his mental state was at its worst, he would feel nauseous just from seeing the subway signs. Back when he used to go to work, he felt like he was stuck in an eternal loop of taking the subway at the first glimmer of dawn’s light or in the dead of the night, spending his entire day in his studio, never getting any sunlight, and taking two Vitamin D tablets a day to comfort himself. 

Qiuyan said from beside him: “Ge, look. I’m taking us from the east side of the city along Moonlake Avenue[1]. You can only drive 15 (t/n: km/h?) at the crosswalks.” He sighed, “Ay, I can’t drive fast these days. Last time my friend hitched a ride back to the countryside, and he kept saying that I was slower than a granny on a tricycle[2].” 

Cunqu turned to look at him. Qiuyan met his eyes and grinned as he said: “But it’s safer this way.” 

He continued, “Look. We’re now past Moonlake Park. The little ducks are all asleep at this hour. After the next intersection, we’ll arrive at the city’s art museum...”

Qiuyan lowered the window for Cunqu, and the wind started to rush in. Cunqu ran a hand through his hair. Qiuyan also stuck a hand over to play with his hair. Cunqu said: “Drive with both hands.”

Qiuyan loudly shouted: “Yes sir!” 

After driving back around to Qin Qin Homeland, Qiuyan parked his car below Building No.3. Cunqu leaned back against the passenger seat and asked: “I’ve been thinking about gifting you something. But as of now, I still can’t come up with any ideas. So I thought I might as well just ask you. Is there something you need?”

Qiuyan squinted his eyes and mumbled: “Is there something I need? What do I need…uh…”

His face suddenly flushed red, and he started fumbling with the pendant of the dancing little girl, turning it this way and that. Cunqu interrupted: “Stop tormenting her.”

Qiuyan stuttered: “So, ge. So I just. I just want to say, that, can you let me kiss you again?”

Cunqu looked at Qiuyan and furrowed his brows. Qiuyan, his entire face red, explained: “It’s not like that, ah. I’m not trying to sexually harass you, I swear. I also don’t know what’s wrong with me. Last time didn’t I kiss you? I thought about it for many days and I’m starting to think that I’m...not straight?”

After he said that, he was a bit afraid to look at Cunqu. He muttered: “If not, it's fine.”

The two sat in the car. The one in the driver’s seat hung his head dispiritedly and was contemplating painless ways to end his existence. The other was watching him with interest. Cunqu suddenly stretched out a hand and stroked Qiuyan’s earlobe. 

Qiuyan turned to look at him. Cunqu brushed his hair back, leaned in, and placed a kiss on the corner of Qiuyan’s mouth. Qiuyan’s operating system froze for half a second. The only thought it produced was: “Fuck…” 

But before he had the chance to express this thought, Cunqu kissed him again, on his lips. He lightly bit his bottom lip and then pulled back. Patting his face, he asked: “The gift. Do you like it?”

Qiuyan’s spirit was swimming around in the stratosphere. Cunqu unbuckled his seatbelt, opened the car door, stepped out, and headed upstairs. And Qiuyan was still sitting stunned in his seat. When his spirit finally found its way back to Earth, he said: “Fuck.” Then he lowered his head and gave his car seat a few hard punches. 

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That evening, Qiuyan rushed to Liu Xiaoying’s place for dinner. He did nothing but hold his bowl and stare at Cunqu. Xiaoying called for his attention a few times before he finally came back to himself. Whenever Cunqu spoke to him, he immediately placed down his chopsticks and shifted closer to him. When Cunqu got up to pour himself a glass of water and head to the balcony, Qiuyan ran after him. Xiaoying, with one hand on her hips, pointed at Qiuyan and said: “I might as well as grab a needle and sew you onto Cunqu.”

During the day, Cunqu asked Qiuyan to do him a favor and get a few books from a secondhand bookstore. Qiuyan held a paper with the list of books that Cunqu jotted down and looked at it this way and that as he walked down the stairs. Cunqu’s handwriting was a little messy, but at the same time exuded a sense of strength. Qiuyan handed the list to the bookstore’s owner. After he found the books, Qiuyan asked for the list back. 

Hoisting a large bag of books, he returned to Qin Qin Homeland and opened Cunqu’s door. He called out: “Your ‘Smart Assistant’ has returned!” Cunqu’s eyes were fixed on the book pages in front of him. He didn’t lift his head, but he smiled.

Qiuyan hugged the books and sat down next to him. Cunqu reached out for the bag. Qiuyan hugged it and refused to let it go. Cunqu asked: “What’s the matter?” Qiuyan started acting like a high-schooler playing a prank. Whenever Cunqu reached out, he would move the bag away. Cunqu evidently felt that it wasn’t worth it and stopped trying to grab the bag after a few times.

Qiuyan sheepishly put down the bag at last and mumbled: “Here, here. It’s all yours now, all right?”

He stuck himself to Cunqu and started playing with his hair, twirling it around his fingers, pinching together some strands and blowing at it like it was a dandelion. Cunqu put down his book and swatted away his hand, asking: “Do you have something to say?”

Qiuyan didn’t actually have anything to say. He just wanted to stay by Cunqu’s side. He reached out to fidget with Cunqu’s hands. After thinking for a while, he said: “I ran an errand for you today to fetch your books. Do I get compensation?”

Cunqu asked: “Do you want money?”

Qiuyan refuted: “Who wants money.”

“Then what do you want?”

Qiuyan didn’t reply and lowered his head to think. “I want…” He hugged the hippo pillow and swayed side to side. After a bit, he abruptly leaned in and landed a loud kiss on Cunqu's arm. Then he jumped up and sprinted out of the bedroom. He ran downstairs, passed by the “Amiability makes you rich”, passed by teacher Zhuang’s place, came to a stop downstairs by the ‘Double Yolk Egg’ Grandpas’ Go table, squatted down, and buried his head in his arms.

The ‘Double Yolk Egg’ grandpas turned to look at him. One of them said: “What’s the matter with this lad?” “What’s the matter?”

“Why’s he not moving?” “He’s moving, he’s moving.”

Qiuyan moved. With his face flushed red, he mumbled to himself, “I’m done for…” 

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Author’s note: *points* you’re done for *points* 

-> Chapter 9

Footnotes

[1] This is a transliteration of the avenue which is named 月湖(Yue Hu). Yue = moon, Hu = lake. Don’t know whether to keep it as Yuehu Ave or Moonlake Ave. The Avenue is named this way because it literally borders a lake named Moon Lake. (And a surrounding park) 

[2] He’s talking about the tricycles with a cart attached to them. The elderly frequently ride those to transport produce. Especially if they’re from rural parts bringing them into the city to sell.

[spacetimewithstuartgary]

Influence of upstream solar wind on magnetic field distribution in the Martian nightside ionosphere

This study is led by Postdoctoral researcher Jiawei Gao from IGGCAS. Unlike Earth, Mars lacks a global dipolar magnetic field; the planet does have locally distributed crustal magnetic fields. Mars is exposed to the solar wind, which carries the Interplanetary Magnetic Field (IMF) that interacts with Mars’ highly conductive ionosphere, resulting in an induced magnetosphere. This study, recently featured on the front cover of Earth and Planetary Physics, reveals how the Red Planet's magnetic field responds to solar winds, providing key insights into atmospheric escape processes and Mars' climatic evolution.

An intriguing aspect of this emerging scenario is the question: How do variations in upstream solar wind conditions impact the topology of the low-altitude induced magnetic field on Mars? The induced field topology exhibits statistical variation in response to solar conditions, such as the IMF’s strength and direction, solar wind dynamic pressure, and solar extreme ultraviolet (EUV) flux, which vary with solar seasons. Given that the historical solar wind is believed to have been denser and faster than today’s conditions, normal solar wind conditions in the past may have resembled today’s extreme dynamic pressure events, such as those during coronal mass ejections (CMEs) and in co-rotating interaction regions (CIRs).

Depending on the solar conditions experienced by Mars in the past, the draped magnetic field may have routinely penetrated deep into the ionosphere, potentially leading to significantly higher rates of ionospheric escape to space for early Mars compared to the present day. Therefore, understanding how solar conditions influence the Martian ionospheric magnetic field, especially the penetration depth of the IMF, is crucial for elucidating the past history of Mars’s ion escape processes.

Using MAVEN data from November 2014 to May 2023, this research have investigated the distribution of magnetic field residuals in the Martian nightside ionosphere under four upstream solar wind drivers: the intensity of the IMF, solar wind dynamic pressure, solar extreme ultraviolet (EUV) flux, and Martian seasons. The key finding is: The magnetic field residuals in the Martian ionosphere show significant positive correlation with the intensity of the IMF and solar wind dynamic pressure; they are weakly correlated with EUV flux and Martian seasons. Specifically, the IMF can reach the 100−200 km altitude range under high and medium the intensity of the IMF and solar wind dynamic pressure.

"Our research not only advances our knowledge of Mars' present magnetic environment but also opens a window into its atmospheric past. By understanding how Mars' atmosphere responded to a more active early Sun, we can better conjecture the planet’s capacity to have supported life, enriching our quest for uncovering Mars' ancient secrets." Dr. Gao says.

IMAGE:  Illustration of the magnetic field configuration in the meridian plane under high BIMF  and PSW  conditions (a) and under low BIMF  and PSW  conditions (b). The tail current sheet is oriented perpendicular to the meridian plane. The red line indicates the position of the bow shock. Note that the shape of bow-shock is larger during low BIMF  and PSW . Credit Beijing Zhongke Journal Publising Co. Ltd.

[planetconfession]

i literally want to kms because my dad sexually abused me for years but i am just now remembering all the memories that the trauma erased.

my mother psychology, financially, emotionally, and mentally abused me. she used to make me crawl through her first floor window instead of giving me a key to get in the house. i wasn’t ever allowed to use the front or side door to enter.

when i was a teen being forced to live with my father, i would often run from his house to hers on the other side of town at night and she would literally put me in her car and drive me right back to his house.

i wish i could set my father on fire and watch him melt and char

i used to wish i could stab my mother.

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