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rinhaler · 5 months

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Rin Itoshi and female s/o taking each other first time

omgggggg i tried to make it romantic and sweet but i do love a slutty ass dude who's in control so apologies if this isnt exactly what u wanted hehe

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, virgin!rin, virgin!reader, fingering, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, tit sucking, "just the tip" pfft, slight manipulation, brief condom use, premature ejaculation, creampie.

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Your heart races as you watch Rin scroll through his phone and find some music to play. He looks so serious, though that’s nothing new. You don’t dare speak, worried you’ll say the wrong thing if you do. He looks up at you, briefly, offering a weak smile before looking through his phone again.

“We don’t have to do this, you know.” he tells you without even looking at you. You watch him as he starts hooking up his phone to the Bluetooth speaker in your room, and you shuffle uncomfortably on top of your bed.

“I want to… ‘m just scared.” you confess, breath shaking slightly as you exhale. “Do you still want to?” you wonder, feeling shy as you ask. You’re sure he wouldn’t be here if he didn’t want to, though.

Rin doesn’t do anything he has no interest in.

“Yeah.” he tells you, setting his phone down before looking back at you, finally. He’s so far away, it feels too formal. Though you assume he wants to set the pace and make sure everything is comfortable for you both before you proceed. “We agreed,”

“I know.” you nod, recalling the moment you decided as teenagers to give each other your virginities if you hadn’t lost them after you turned twenty. “Just checking.”

The concept of Rin being single, let alone a virgin, is something you can’t even begin to comprehend. You’ve been best friends with him since you could talk. You remember him having no interest in you until you forced your way into playing soccer games with him and his brother. You soon gave it up once you got what you wanted, but you’ve been inseparable ever since.

Girls have always thrown themselves at Rin, but he never cared. Not really. You remember him having one girlfriend and it never went anywhere. It only lasted three weeks. He told you the gory details of their sex lives, though. Only because you asked.

It didn’t go past hand stuff.

“I brought condoms.” he tells you, pulling a box from his bag and setting them down on the desk he’s sitting by.

“I- I’m on the pill.” you respond. “I heard it feels better without… those. But we should use them.”

“Okay, yeah.” he agrees.

“… but we don’t have to.”

“I’ll use one.” he assures you, not wanting to make you feel pressured to go raw for his benefit. Though you’re sure it would be for yours, too. “If you want me to take it off, I can do that.”

You nod, agreeing.

“This is so…” you think, searching around the room for any inspiration of a descriptor to use. He stares at you, intently, wondering what you might say. He’d never tell you, but he’s just as nervous as you are. Of course he has an edge of experience ahead of you, but he’s still clueless. He wants to make sure this is going to be nice for you.

Perfect, if possible.

“What?”

“Formal.” you shrug.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” he responds, scratching his neck as he thinks about what you told him. He looks around, feeling a little too awkward to make eye contact. “I just want to make sure everything’s going to be okay…”

“It’s fine, you’re right.” you smile, “I just thought my first time would be… romantic. It’s stupid, I’m sorry.” you shake your head, dismissing the idea.

You knew you’d end up here with him eventually. You had no intention of losing your virginity to anyone else, after all. You’ve been in love with him for years, and finding out he got a girlfriend almost killed you. It was hard hearing about how they became intimate, but you were so fucking relieved when they broke up.

He only decided to get a girlfriend because he thought you weren’t interested in him, though. You’ve always been a forbidden fruit he wouldn’t dare try to cross a line with. You’re his best friend, after all. He wouldn’t want the romantic feelings he has towards you to ruin that.

“It’s not stupid.” he assures you. “Here, pick some music.” he hands you his phone.

You start to scroll and realise you’re looking on a playlist he created aptly named sex playlist. It makes you giggle, but you don’t comment. And you don’t pay him any mind as he leaves the room while you continue searching for a song.

The boy has good taste, you soon realise.

He comes back a few minutes later with some candles from a nearby cupboard. He knows you too well. You hoard them, you always have. You get an abundance each year for Christmas and rarely use them. He starts lighting them and placing them around the room.

You finally look up as he turns the light on, the room dimly lit by the burning flames scattered around.

“Is this better? I should have gotten some rose petals or something…”

“N-No, this is fine.” you smile, “Thank you, Rinnie, this is nice.”

He clears his throat and sits beside you on your bed. You quickly hand him his phone, prompting him to lean over to place it back down on your desk.

Your heartbeat begins to increase rapidly as he faces you. You haven’t even so much as kissed before, let alone what else will follow. He reaches out to caress your face, and it takes all of your willpower to not flinch.

“R-Rin… do you, um, d-do you watch…”

“Porn? Yeah. Do you?”

His reply makes your face flush with heat and the thought of confessing your own truth makes you even hotter. You look away from him, twiddling your fingers in your lap and looking at those instead.

“I know it won’t be like that… it’s your first time. And mine.” he reminds you.

He’s always been so mature. And you’re glad he’s doing all he can to put you at ease. He puts a finger under your chin, forcing you to look up at him again. You gulp, nervously, before nodding. He smirks at that.

“Good, I’m glad,” he tells you, beautiful jade eyes flickering with flames as he stares at you. “Means you know what you like.” he leans into you, an attempt to kiss which you immediately back away from. And you apologise, profusely, assuring him that you’re still a little nervous.

“I— I know guys can, you know, it can be quick… s-so don’t feel bad.”

“Don’t worry about that.” he shakes his head. “If I cum quickly, I’ll make sure you finish.”

He closes the distance between the two of you, his lips planting softly on your own. His eyes close as he loses himself to it, though you keep yours open for a little while as you process what is happening.

You’re making out with your best friend!

Though when his large, dominating hands begin to fondle your chest, you pull away entirely.

“Sorry, did I hurt you?” he wonders.

“N-No, I didn’t expect you to be so confident.” you whisper, and he kisses you again, smiling into it.

Your eyes close as you allow him to continue locking lips with you. His hand entirely gropes one of your tits and his thumb casually strokes over it. Even through the layers of your crop top and bra, you find yourself mewling softly.

He smooths his hand over the curve of your waist until he reaches the bottom of your crop top. His fingers breach upwards towards your bra, roughly groping at it and the fat of your tits.

“O-Ow.” you speak, softly.

“Sorry,” he whispers back, “Can I take your top off?” he asks between continuous kisses.

“Uh-huh.” you nod, dumbly.

He breaks the kiss to quickly pull your crop top over your head. His lips attach to yours again almost instantly as he starts to fiddle with your bra. He stops kissing you, again, to look over your shoulder so that he can undo the clasp. You gasp when he finally unhooks it, keeping the pink material against your chest to preserve your modesty.

“Can I see?” he asks, his eyes moving between yours and your hands. You hum, nervously, but nod. He helps you pull down your straps as you keep the material held firmly against your chest. Sighing, slightly panic in your voice as you strip the material away. “Fuuuuck…” he mutters to himself, adjusting his hardening cock in his pants as he looks at you.

“You should take something off.” you suggest before he can kiss you again. He immediately pulls his t-shirt over his head, tousling his hair back into place right after.

You continue to moan against his lips when he kisses you again. And they only get louder as he kisses down your neck whilst flicking his thumb over your pebbled nipple. He grunts against your skin, battling on whether he should say something to you or stay silent.

He’d hate to ruin the mood.

“Are you hard yet?” you ask him, your shy demeanour leaving you as you lose yourself to the sensation of his hands caressing your body. “S-Should we do it?”

“Wanna feel?” he asks, not waiting for an answer as he pulls your hand towards the bulge in his jeans, moaning immediately from the contact. “Look what you’ve done to me.” he laughs, pulling you closer and hooking one of your legs over his own.

He scratches the back of his nails up your thigh, stopping just short of dipping under your skirt as you shiver from the touch. His eyes find yours, kissing you reassuringly.

“Can I feel you?” he wonders, and, of course, you nod. His fingers disappear under your pleated skirt, quickly cupping your panty-clad mound. He barely gasps when he comes into contact with your panties. “You’re so wet…”

“S-Stop…” you reply, shyly, “s’embarrassing…” you tell him.

“You need to be wet for me,” he responds, that big, logical, brain of his immediately putting you in your place. Reminding you that he is the one with a little more experience and you need to listen to him. “You’ll be so tight… even for a finger.”

He forces your body down, flat against the bed and flips up your skirt. The cute triangular shape of your panties makes his cock throb, and he moves them into the crease of your thigh.

“Tell me if it hurts…” he requests, staring into your eyes as deft fingers come into contact with sopping flesh. He runs them through your folds, and you jolt when a finger tip grazes your clit. He moves it towards your hole, slowly teasing around it before pushing in. He stops, quickly, when you yelp. “Sorry, I’ll go slower. Hold onto me.” he instructs, a hand wraps around his bicep and squeezes as he continues to plunge his longer finger deep inside.

“Kiss me,” you whimper, pathetically. He drops his head so that your lips can meet again. He devours the moans and cries you emit as he curls his finger in and out of you. It feels odd, but not unpleasant. It’s still painful but it begins to subside.

“Gonna add another, okay?” he asks, and you nod. You hiss, instantly, hands flying down to pull his away. “Sh, sh sh, I’ll go slow again, okay? Gotta be able to take them or we can’t fuck.”

You fight back tears as the stretch begins to sting. He sinks his head lower, taking one of your hardened nipples into his mouth. Your back arches off the bed slightly, coaxing him to look up at you. And then he remembers all of articles he’s read. All of the research he’s done.

He even thinks about his teammates talking about sex.

“You have to worship the clit.” he recalls one of them saying.

He pulls away from your tit, briefly, to line his thumb up with your clit and apply pressure. He circles it carefully, monitoring your expressions as he does. You yelp, trying to close your legs, but he opens them back up with his free hand.

“Are you gonna cum?” he wonders.

“It’s too much, Rinnie!” you gasp, skin tightening over your knuckles until they turn white as you grip the sheets. “S-Slow down, please! S’too much!” you cry, unable to hold back your tears any longer.

He doesn’t relent, however. Hoping the way your body trembles means you’re about to cream all over his fingers. It was an achievement he never reached with his ex without her assistance. She showed him how and where to touch to make her cum. But you’re not her. You’re perfect.

You gasp, breathlessly, as your pussy begins to tighten around his fingers. Your clit throbs as he teases it just right and you begin to cum hard and fast for him. He kisses between the valley of your breaths, whispering sweet nothings as you reach your peak and plummet back down to earth. He slows down his ministrations as you begin to shudder and twitch from the after shocks, looking up at you adoringly when you start to calm down.

“Good?” he asks.

“Very,” you pant, laughing lightly as you find your sense again. “Rinnie…” you speak, your confident bravado disappearing again as you feel naked and exposed.

“Yeah?”

“Promise me… promise you’re a virgin, too…” you say, looking up at the ceiling. You feel too needy and desperate as you speak. But that was too good for him to not know what’s he’s doing. He’s seriously only done that once on another girl? It’s a little hard to believe.

“I promise. Was it really that good?” he smirks. He kisses both of your nipples softly before sucking his fingers clean of your juices. “I’ve been preparing… reading about stuff. Asking advice. I’ve told you everything I’ve done, I swear.”

He stands up, unbuttoning his jeans and kicking off his shoes at the same time. He pulls of his jeans and underwear in the same movement, revealing his large, blushing cock.

“We don’t have to do this.” he assures you, picking up a condom from your desk and tearing the foil with his teeth. He rolls it down his length, the rubbery sheen covers the pretty pink colour of his dick. “Do you want to stop?”

“Um,” you think about it. He’s asking as if he isn’t already raring to go. You look between his erection and his intimidating stare as you think about what to say.

“What about just the tip?” he asks. And at that, you nod. He reaches under your skirt and pulls down your panties to ogle your drippy cunt one more time. He feels himself throb at the thought of splitting your virgin hole open on his fat cock. He’s always known he was big, and he really doesn’t want to hurt you. He can only hope his fingering was enough prep before you rob each other of your innocence for good.

He lines up his cockhead with your virgin slot as he cages you in beneath his wide frame. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down to kiss you, your moan semi silenced as he pushes his tip in.

Oh God this isn’t enough.

He knew he’d need more.

Just a little more.

He pushes in a bit further, and you pull your lips away from his to voice your concern.

“H-Hurts,” you tell him. “You’re really big.” you inflate his ego further, earning another inch of his cock.

He can’t help it, you’re spurring him on!

And he can only imagine how much better you’d feel wrapped around him without this stupid fucking rubber on. He stops pushing when you place your palms on his shoulders, forcing him to pull back a little. “Is it the condom, Rin? Is it t-too dry?” you wonder, batting your eyelashes up at him so innocently.

“Yes.” he replies, without hesitation. “I’ll take it off.”

He pulls out of you instantly. He hisses a little as he pulls at the condom too hard and it snaps back. He decides to push it up from the base of his cock, lining up with your cunt again right after.

And it’s like you’re made for him as he pushes in. He smothers any whimper you can make with a searing kiss. You feel his tongue slip into your mouth as he pushes in further and further until there’s nothing left to give.

You’re crying, again, not expecting to feel so much so soon.

“God, you’re beautiful.” he praises you. He moves his hips, slowly. His cockhead unintentionally nudges against your soft spot with every rut. The blinding pleasure prevents you from telling him, once again, that it hurts and it’s too much. “I know I said just the tip, jus’ feel so good, princess.” he whispers delicately against your skin.

And, as expected, he doesn’t last long.

A few pathetic strokes of his cock inside of you have him spilling thick spurts of white cream into your unprotected walls. He collapses on top of you, panting violently as he stuffs you full.

He was so backed up before this. He masturbates, of course, but not as much as the average guy. You’ve had this planned for a few weeks, now, so he decided to abstain so he could really enjoy feeling you for the first time.

“Fuck, ‘m sorry. Should have jerked off before I came over.”

“It’s okay.” you tell him, fingers mussing through his hair as you come to terms with the fact that you’ve finally lost your virginity, to your best friend of all people.

“I need to fuck you again,” he confesses, your fingers stop as you look down at him.

“W- now?”

“Soon,” he corrects you. “I want to taste you first.”

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mounts89 · 1 year

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Passenger Seat | Mason Mount

Pairing: Mason Mount x Reader

Summary: Fell in love with you in my passenger seat.

Warnings: Slight suggestive content, cursing

Word count: 2k+

Note: Back with another Mason blurb idea thing, I hope you like it! 🥺

The time read 3:02 am as you woke up to the third missed call from Mason in the past five minutes. Your heart immediately begins to race, worrying that something might have happened to him. You call him back, and he answers almost as quickly as you had pressed call.

“Hi, Y/N” you hear his cheerful voice through the speakers of your phone.

“Mase. Are you okay? Is everything okay?” you ask him. “Why do I have so many missed calls?”

“First off, I’m okay darling. But I am outside your house. Come outside, let’s go for a drive.” he says sheepishly.

“Are you mad? I thought something happened to you. Plus, have you seen the time? I look terrible, first of all and I feel bad sneaking out of my house like this, second of all. My parents will be so worried if they wake up and I’m not here.” you scold him.

At the same time that you finish your sentence, however, you put him on loud speaker as you begin frantically looking around your room for your makeup to somewhat make yourself look presentable. Knowing that you’d cave in and go out with him in any case.

“You look great. And, just be very quiet when you leave the house, your dad will never even know you were gone.” he tries to reassure you.

Your mind races as you apply a touch of makeup, not wanting Mason to see you so vulnerably yet. You slip on the closest pair of leggings and hoodie you can spot. You also can’t shake that feeling of guilt of sneaking out. As much as you were an adult, you felt that you owed your parents a sense of respect.

“Y/N, you there?” he asks after a few moments of silence.

“Yeah, I’m here. Just… I’ll be out in a bit.” you tell him before hanging up as you run to brush your teeth before heading out.

With a rush of excitement and nervousness, you walk towards the entrance door. Trying to rationalize if sneaking out at this time to spend time with Mason was even something you should be considering. You pause for a moment, taking a deep breath. Part of you wants to turn back, but the other part of you just wants to see Mason. That part of you that is sure has been falling in love with him, overrides the feeling of fear of getting caught. So you carefully open and close the door trying to minimize the noise and you spot him waiting for you in his car.

He rolls down the window of the passenger seat as he sees you appear out of you house, and he greets you with a wave and that ever-so-characteristic-of-him grin. The one you’d seen him reserve for when he talked about the things and people he really loved, like his nieces and nephew, and Chelsea.

“Don’t you have training in a couple of hours? Can’t you be fined for things like being out too late?” you begin interrogating him as you try to hide the smile that was forming on your lips as he begins to drive, seemingly with no destination.

“Couldn’t stop thinking of you. Wanted to see you again. I guess I’m risking everything for you, and that’s alright with me.” he tells you half-seriously half-joking as he sees you trying to connect to his car’s bluetooth so you can take control of the music.

You turn to look at him, rolling your eyes at the fact that he seemed to sweep you off your feet with his sweet talking.

You see a couple of familiar names pop up on his car’s bluetooth before you try to connect to your own phone. Chilly, Christian, Nathan. You hadn’t met them, but you felt that you knew them from how much he had talked to you about them. You also, however, see some unfamiliar ones.

You can’t help the feelings that form in the pit of your stomach. The jealously, the anger and the insecurity. However, you and Mason had never talked about being official. In theory he was well within his right to go on car rides with other girls. In practice, though, you hoped he wasn’t doing that.

“I have to ask, Mason. Do you also pick up… Jaz and Chloe from their houses at 3 am and risk everything for them?” you joke along with him.

“If you must know, Y/N. I would risk everything for Jaz. She’s my sister, Summer’s mom.” he begins and waits for your response. To which, you simply nod, having heard so much of Summer and how strongly their bond was.

He pauses before continuing, “And, Chloe. She’s my ex. It ended a couple of years ago. We were both very young. I haven’t thought about it but I guess I’ve not had a girl connect to my car since then.” he answers as he pulls a strand of loose hair behind your ear and settles his hand on your thigh, “but you have nothing to be jealous of, as you are the only girl who I have ever liked as much as to want to spend time with her at 3 am, 3pm and everything in between.”

“I was not jealous.” you lie, knowing he could read you better but he doesn’t press the matter further.

You finally connect your phone to his surround system and you start shuffling through your driving playlist. You analyze his reaction to the first few songs, skipping them all until you find one that he sings along to, turning up the volume.

You get so lost in the moment, loving the way his voice was just slightly off key, as he dramatically keeps looking between you and the road and he attempts to serenade you. To be honest, you weren’t paying much attention to the words, that was until he abruptly stops at a stop sign and turns to look at you.

“I’ll be your brightside, BABY, TONIGHT.” he half sings half yells along to The Lumineers looking into your eyes.

You lower your gaze, embarrassed at how quickly and easily the effect he had on you became evident. He smirks as he notices and parks a few metres ahead of the stop sign, at a small park with a stunning view of the city.

You turn down the volume of your phone, anticipating what you’d do next. Just happy to be there with him. He inclines both yours and his seat, and you look back noticing that the backseats were down to give you more room. Seems like he had thought this through.

He then opens the sunroof directly on top of your seats and you’re treated to a breathtaking view of the starry night. Taking hold of your hand, he brings it to his lips before placing a chaste kiss and then placing it close to his chest.

You both lay down in silence for a few minutes, just enjoying each other’s presence and the simple yet intimate activity of stargazing. The only sounds you could distinguish: the faint sound of your songs playing, your hearts beating and your shaky breaths.

“I think that’s Cassiopeia,” you say pointing towards the constellation, outlining the W shape with your fingers. “It’s like an upside down M for Mason Mount but not really.”

He points along with you, seeing him pull out his phone to snap a picture of the sky. He inches closer to you, surely testing your willpower as you take in his scent, “Wason Wount, if you will, but I don’t see it.”

“Look harder, Wason.” you whisper turning towards him. His body is barely touching yours and you look into his eyes. The air between you becoming thicker than before.

He slowly leans into you, hand gently caressing the side of your face as he closes the gap between your lips. Like most of your kisses, it starts soft and tender at first. Gently exploring each other’s mouth, becoming intoxicated with each other. And again, like most of your kisses, the passion grows. The kiss becoming more and more intense. Pressing your lips against each other more urgently, he gently bits your lip as you moan and his tongue explores your mouth. In a swift movement, he grabs your thighs and brings you towards his seat, straddling his lap. You wrap your arms around his check, pulling him as close as humanly possibly, deepening the kiss.

He reluctantly pulls away before your kisses escalate any further. You both struggle to catch your breath for a few seconds. The kisses leaving you with your blood rushing into your head, wanting more. You look into his eyes as you see the raw emotion in them, feeling dizzy with desire.

“As much as I’d love to continue this. And trust me I would. I’ve thought about it a lot more than I’d care to admit. But, I have imagined us, you know, in a much more comfortable and romantic place.” he laughs lightly tapping your bum.

“Prude.” you tell him as you move off his lap and sit back onto the passenger seat.

The two of you lay back down, entwined in each other's arms, watching the stars twinkle above; trying to point out more constellations.

As the night passes, you both talk and share more pieces of yourselves, learning more about each other and feeling that, surely, if you weren’t already, you were falling in love with him.

Somewhere along the conversation, you had both fallen into a comfortable asleep in his car, with his arms holding your waist tightly.

The warmth of the sun wakes you up and you shuffle around to see Mason asleep with a slow and steady breathing pattern, and a small smile on his face.

You immediately see that it was bright out and that the windows had fogged up. Your mind starts to wonder just how long you’d been asleep, and how long you’d been out.

“Shit, Mase. It’s 6:43. Wake up.” you nudge him as you check your phone.

“Come on, babe just five more minutes.” he tries to grab onto you, trying to get you to cuddle him some more.

“I don’t wanna go. But I have to.” you say just above a whisper, trying not to overthink the way him calling you babe for the first time made you feel.

“I know, I don’t wanna say goodnight yet either. But, I gotta get you home so your parents won’t know. I want them to like me when I meet them for the first time.” he mutters as he begins to wake up.

“What makes you so sure I want you to meet my parents?” you challenge.

It was a subject you hadn’t touched yet. As much as you liked him, you had never discussed if you two were exclusive. Or, if he even wanted to introduce you each other to your lives like that. You hadn’t met each other’s friends or family, having kept your whatever-you-two-were to yourselves. So, you thread around the subject lightly.

“Because, I got you a gift.” he voices as he stretches towards the backseat, where a gift bag was sitting on the floor. “I had this whole thing planned out. Sunrise was at 5:57 am today. I checked before picking you up. I was gonna say you were my sunshine and everything. But I guess we missed that about an hour ago, so I hope you’ll still like it.”

He hands you the bag, sensing the nerves and anxiety he had as he was waiting for you to open it.

You chuckle at how endearing he was when he become flustered. It wasn’t a side of him you had seen much, as he usually carried himself with a confidence you admired.

“This is super cheesy.” you state, as you start to unpack the contents of the bag — the Chelsea jersey with his name and number and one ticket for the next home match in a few days.

“It is not. But, Christian is injured, I already told him to keep you company that day. I’m hoping you want to meet the rest of my friends after. I really want to introduce them to you as… well, as my girl.” he gazed at you with a shy smile.

You couldn’t help but giggle as you reply, “I would love to go to the game as your girl. And to meet your friends as your girl. And to do all that, as you girl. I was starting to worry you didn’t like me like that.”

“You know how much I like you. I just had to build the courage, Y/N. But fuck… I’m so fucking happy.” he expresses sincerely, before moving closer to you, pressing a kiss on your head. His lips linger for a few seconds. It was a small gesture he’d always do. One you were beginning to love. “My girl.”

“My girl,” he whispers again, “I can’t believe it. Me and you’ve got something special. I have never been so sure of anything in my life.”

“I’m so happy too.” you say with tears threatening to spill. “But, you need to take me home before I embarrass myself and start crying in front of you.”

“I think that would be very cute. But, because I don’t want to make my girl cry this early into our relationship I’ll do as you say. But we’re taking the long way home.”

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As you wake up the next day, you see a notification pop up on your phone.

Mason Mount has posted a new instagram story.

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ronnieafterdark · 27 days

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Starting this side blog off with a bang, here's some previews of some fics I'm working on. Who knows if they'll ever be published! I certainly don't.

Fic one:

Mike narrows his eyes as continues to watch the camera footage, his chin nestled in the crook of his hand. He watches as the trespasser fidgets with a book, as if they're trying to read but they can't take in any of the words. Like when you read an entire page and realize you were zoned out for most of it so you have to go back and read it again. This person broke into a building to read a book? That's really fucking ballsy. He wants to confront this person (because that's, you know, one of his number one job duties) but he can't help but think about the last time he ‘confronted a criminal’ at a security gig. His eyes drift over to the dust-covered intercom to the side of the monitors which has gone unused for the entirety of his tenure at Freddy's (and probably for the past few decades, too). He would say that there's absolutely no shot that it still works, but, then again, the owner of this place tends to place a weird amount of care in keeping things functional. He knows how to use a modern intercom (he used to be in charge of announcements over the intercom at an aquarium he worked at once—his boss thought he had a great radio voice, or something. That was until he flubbed one of this lines, accidentally saying ‘testicles’ instead of ‘tentacles’... Yeah, he wasn't on announcement duty anymore from then on), but he has no idea how an intercom from the eighties would work. It should be pretty intuitive, he figures.

Fic two:

"You act like you think I care about you," you say, rolling your eyes. "I don't think that. In fact, I want nothing less than for you to care about me," he mutters, voice suddenly growing colder, his previous playfulness dissipating. "And why is that?" You ask, eyes meeting his. "Because I don't care about you. I don't want my apathy to be unreciprocated." You nod, a quick breath leaving your nose. "Gotcha." "You know," he shrugs, leaning back in his chair and kicking his feet up on his desk, "you should probably stop worrying about me as much as you do. Between the two of us, do you really think I'm the one who's most likely to have a bounty on their head? You're the one who does all the killing." You glare at him. "Well that's a real fucking comforting thought, but I assure you that I don't have to worry about myself. Nobody stands a chance against me." He sighs, resigning to your stubbornness. "Fine. Just remember that you can never be too careful."

Fic three:

I'm the one who first notices it— no, wait, I think he notices first. He can be a bit of a baby at times and he gets all dramatic over the turbulence. He's the first to say ‘something seems wrong’, but because Derek is Derek, it sounds something more like: "What the fuck is up with this damn thing? It's shaking like a goddamn druggie going through withdrawal. Hold on... Look at that. Look at the fuckin'... System... Thing." Error: server maintenance. "The hell does that mean?" "It's like when you can't play a video game because they have to do something with the server," I respond, taking a closer look. "That's a lot of error signs. How do we fix whatever's going on?" "Fuck if I know. I'm not an engineer." "I don't want to touch anything and make it worse." He gets up, standing next to me and gazing at the ever-increasing amount of error messages on the screen. Error: unable to connect to server. "What, so we can't use Bluetooth anymore? 'Least I don't have to hear your damn music anymore," I mutter. Error: piloting system down. "Oh, that sounds bad—" Error: controls disabled. "Controls disabled? Wait, does that mean—" Error: engine disabled. "Engine disabled? Holy shit— Derek! We're crashing!" Derek's head whips around, immediately locking eyes with me. Pure panic. He lurches forward, grabbing hold of my shoulders and—

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honey-im-hotdog · 2 years

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Big Ol’ Batsy III

Batman/Bruce Wayne x Reader

Author’s Note: HEY LOOK I DIDN’T TAKE A YEAR THIS TIME!!

As always, reader is supposed to be gn+vague, so if you catch any mistakes related to that please let me know.

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: swearing; violence (mugging, knife, threats, fighting—but nothing too graphic); migraines; vomiting; fear of dying (and related self deprecation); angst; hurt and comfort; and religious imagery, or at least I tried cuz a) I’m an atheist and b) I used to believe that Bonnie and Clyde were from the Bible...

Summary: You know you shouldn’t go out after sundown, but your head has been killing you. Turns out, it’s not gonna be your head that kills you—but wait! Thank God for the B-man! (Aka the compulsory “he saves you!” part.)

Series Masterlist — Masterpost

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Batman is a thing. He’s simply just there. Everyone knows about him, but barely anyone has actually seen him, let alone met him. So, Gotham’s masked vigilante is just…a thing.

He has been on the news so much, so often, that the people of Gotham have become desentized. It’s generally a good thing if you didn’t meet the man, actually. There are rumors—of course there are a ton of those floating around: he’s a shapeshifter; he’s a vampire; he’s a metahuman that controls the shadows; he’s a demon.

Laying here, on the dirty, wet concrete in an alleyway that reeks of piss, head woozy and sluggish, with the shadows bending to swallow each of your assailants, you can only think of one thing: if he is a demon, you’ll spend the rest of your life worshiping the Devil.

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The last couple of days had been absolutely horrible for you. First you were stood up, which really fucked with your self esteem. (You’ve been trying to cheer yourself up by saying that they were probably a criminal anyway, and that you dodged a major bullet.) Then, the bank you go to was robbed—again—leaving you with just enough money to pay your bills, meaning you’ve been surviving on whatever you can scrape together from your kitchen. Today at work, your pompous ass coworker thought it would be a good idea to micromanage you. And if all that wasn’t enough, you’ve had a migraine since yesterday.

Opening your medicine cabinet, you let out a string of curses. Great, no fucking painkillers. The sun had just set, maybe an hour ago? You knew taking the chance could mean losing a few possessions at best, and losing your life at worst, but the pounding in your head and the swirling of acid in your stomach would probably have killed you anyway. You had your handy dandy knife, you would just have to be quick. The convenience store is only two blocks down, you tried to hype yourself.

You really should have tried to sit through it tonight.

Everything had been fine. Nothing had happened on your walk to the store; no robbery at the store. You went in, found your preferred painkiller, grabbed a Gatorade to help your stomach, and checked out. It took eleven minutes, max.

The way back is when shit took a turn for the worst.

The bright fluorescent lights in the store had messed with your head even more, the heavy metal music coming from the cashier’s small bluetooth speaker grinding your brain into a mush. There so is a right time to rock. Hell, walking around made you want to empty your guts alone.

You only had the homestretch left, quick and placid and you’d be home, finally able to chug down some relief. But, of course, shit never works out that way, especially not in Gotham.

Walking fast past an alleyway, even in broad daylight, was a practice every citizen had mastered, so how you were yanked into the depths of the darkened space is beyond you. The world tipped over, the pressure behind your eyes going insane. You felt the vomit rush up.

You had barely stumbled into the brick wall shoulder first when the front of your hoodie was grabbed and you were pulled forward, your head a few paces slower than the rest of your body. You barely heard one of the men hiss, “Give us whatever the fuck you got on you!” before your head caught up to your feet, and you puked what little contents you had in your stomach onto your assaulters. And surprise surprise, they didn’t seem to really like that. The guy on your left slammed your head against the wall, detouring from the agenda they originally had planned.

The explosion of pain in your skull had you seeing stars. You’re sure you had blacked out for a second, because the next thing you knew you were huddled on the ground and a leg was swinging into your right thigh. You had just enough sense to block your head from any further injury. Which really helped cushion your temple when an elbow had you slumping to the side.

The beating stopped as one of the assholes crouched down in front of you, brandishing something shiny in your face. A knife, you were quick to realize, but not just any knife, your knife. You weren’t sure when you dropped it; in your lightheaded state, you don’t even remember taking it out of your pocket in the first place.

“I’m gonna cut that pretty little face off you, cunt. Don’t think the homeless around here will mind a body without a face, do ya boys?” Their cruel laughter echoed inside your ears.

You may not have been there fully, but your groggy mind was able to comprehend one thing: you were going to die, and in the worst way possible.

You always thought you’d say something witty and hilarious for your last words, it’s something you had actually thought of numerous times (you do live in Gotham). Though when the time has come, you can’t think of anything.

You’re scared. You are absolutely terrified, dying in a dark corner where no one will find your body for a while. You aren’t anyone important, why would the cops look for you? You never got to say goodbye to your loved ones, never got to tell them you love them and are honored to have known them. You’re just gonna die; cold, in pain, alone.

So you squeezed your eyes shut: by God the last thing you saw was not going to be these pigshits.

But the knife never came. The pain that was so readily promised a second ago didn’t touch you.

Holy baby Jesus above! You thought right before you opened your eyes.

No, not God. The Devil himself.

The world felt murky as you tried to open your eyes wider, tried to take in the scene before you. The shadows, it would seem, had come alive. Twisting and turning, this way and that, wrapping each assailant in a terrifying embrace.

Then you saw him. They were right, you thought, that is a demon, straight from hell. The whole thing happens like an old film, a stop motion film. Shadows, rain, blood—it all mixed together in a dazzling, macabre dance in the dark alleyway.

God, you were told, is a good, pure, and gentle being. This? This is raw. It’s anger, fear, pain, and vengeance. This can’t be the doing of the big man upstairs (but really, when has God ever been a good guy).

You didn’t pray for anyone to save you, but the Devil still heard. The Devil understood.

The rain eventually drips into your eyes one too many times. The darkness behind your eyes is comforting, the cold floor numbs you, but the tilt of your head is adding to your migraine. So you lay down on your back. Nothing feels real to you anymore, so you let the chill around you envelop you completely.

So lost in the harrowing buzz coming from within, you start at the warm hand placed on your shoulder. You roll your head to look over at the owner, pointy ears being the first thing to catch your eye.

“Do those,” you creak out hoarsely, “do those have a purpose?” You push up into a semi-sitting, semi-leaning position in front of Batman. “They are so fucking rediculous.”

You begin laughing at the absurdity of anyone fearing his pointy ears, but your breath hitches and your croaked laughter quickly turns into broken sobs. Getting onto your knees, you throw your arms around him.

You cling to him. One hand fisting his cape and the other pushing against his shoulder blade. You press into him, pulling him into you, almost like you’re trying to disappear into the darkness he seemingly is able to control. Trying to leave this realm, this reality. Disappear into an abyss where you don’t hurt anymore, where you don’t feel the venomous fear leaking through every vein in your body. You cling to him harder. Your cries muffle against his collarbone, desperate whimpers ring out in the now-silent alleyway.

You sit like that for several minutes, but you eventually push away from him. Not too much, you don’t think you’ll survive if you separate from his warmth, so you only move your upper body back to look at him.

“Thank you,” you sniff. Your voice is shot to hell.

“I—”

“I know i-it was stupid of me to come out alone at this time, but my head really fucking hurt.” Your eyes shift lower and lower throughout the sentence, feeling ashamed of your own stupidity. You live in Gotham, for fuck’s sake, even infants know not to leave their house after sundown.

You want to cry some more but the pounding in your skull has gotten so loud that you don’t hear Batman call out to you. He grabs your attention by squeezing you a little. You were so lost in your fear, and his warmth, that you didn’t realize, until now, that he had also wrapped his arms around you.

“It’s okay.” His voice is low in a whisper, but still firm enough to make you hold eye contact. “It’s all right. Can you get up?”

You manage to breathe out a small affirmation, feeling like you’ll vomit on him if you had to speak anymore.

He slides his arms up to hold your biceps, pulling you away from the dirty ground in a swift move. His arms flex in an effort to steady you, before he does a little twirl counter-clockwise…

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You wake up with a tiny groan. The familiar comfortness of your bed makes you feel safe. The room is dark and the city’s ever present noise is dull and distant, adding a soothing effect to the atmosphere.

“Here.”

A gloveless hand holds out a dose of painkillers to you, along with a Gatorade bottle. You squint up at the costumed man for a second before you grab the medicine. He gently places a hand behind your head, cradling your neck as he helps you sit up just enough to down the liquid.

“Your head wound is fine, nothing serious. Make sure you take care of it properly for the next couple days.” And as an afterthought he quietly adds, “your First Aid kit is impressive, I didn’t notice that other time.”

That makes you beam. “Right?!” The thing is practically your prized possession at this point; people usually brag about their car or their kids, you brag about your First Aid kit. You had gone out the very next day after patching him up to restock it.

The past couple days and events finally start to catch up to you, drowsiness seeping into the space behind your eyes, turning the world a little cotton-y. “Next time, make sure to wear the proper uniform, Nurse Vengeance.” You giggle at the image of Batman wearing a slutty Halloween nurse costume over his Batsuit.

The Knight shifts his hand from beneath your now resting head, to swipe an eyelash from your cheek, “Let’s not have a next time of this, okay?”

You’re too far gone to realize just how soft his voice has become, or the fact that his hand is still resting against your cheek. Before sleep fully envelopes you, you breathe out, “I was really scared, B. Thank you.”

You dream of bats and caves and demons; you dream of hell. You dream of him, reaching down to pull you into his darkness, into his warmth…

And slutty nurse costumes.

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hinahaikyuu · 2 years

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My Baby’s Baby | 1

Growing up with the twins was an experience, you knew almost everything about them. Including the fact, Atsumu Miya didn’t want a kid, and that was fine. When you got pregnant as close knit friends with benefits, you weren’t going to force him be a dad, but you were surprised when his twin jumped in the moment he got the news.

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Tags ; @onigirintarou @bokutokiya @moonlit-mizukage @thisbicc @kitsunekanojo @em0tor4 @callmekda @ssuna @alpha-mommy69 @tripleoyaa @pana-dolle @kaaay-renee @jojowantstocry @tsukina

a/n: I wanted to release the first two, but due to work and several things I need to do before a specific date, I couldn’t finish the second one. I tried to do it today, but I had a migraine. I will release chapter two early if I can.

all works owned by @hinahaikyuu— please do not plagiarize, copy or modify my works.

The car ride home was quiet, too quite. Akaashi played some music off his phone through the cars Bluetooth and letting it sit low but no matter what played it just wasn’t loud enough. You at in the passenger seat, buckled up with your knees to your chest and your face burried in your skin.

Akaashi had never seen you so scared. You always seemed, you were confident, and determined to make every choice a good choice or at least learn from the mistakes. It’s been that way for a couple years now, at least since hes known you. He made note of your phone, constantly going off from one of the group chats if not several that you were apart off and in his peripheral vision he saw you take out the battery and put it in your bag.

It took too long to get back to his and Bokuto’s apartment to his liking, parking the car and walking around. You took his hand, holding it firmly with your fingers intertwined while he brushed your hair. You started crying before he even got you in the house, by then you were a sobbing mess.

“Breathe, yn. Breathe.” Akaashi sat with you on the couch. He gave you credit where credit is due, you’ve been handling this well until you got to the safety of his apartment. You didn’t know if you through up from the baby or from the mass tornado of emotions in your heart, head and apparently your stomach.

“I’m trying Kaashi...” you sat back, fighting back sobs between broken breaths. You were so young, and just in your last year of college. This wouldn’t be the end of the world, but you didn’t know what to do. Thankfully you had a large support network, but everything could change you weren’t stupid. You told your friends first, and your sure the twins told their mom, or maybe not when you thought harder about it.

“We’ve been so careful! We always have condoms, and always pay attention to the expiration date. I’ve never missed an appointment in my life or anything for my birth control and we’ve been so careful to always plan around my ovulation cycles with that stupid app!” You counted on your fingers before tossing your hands in your hair. Akaashi took your face in his hands, getting you to focus on himself. You matched his breathing and soon you were content and no longer suffocating yourself. Akaashi was always so calming, and you would never take his friendship for granted.

Until you started thinking again. Maybe announcing it in the group chat wasn’t the best. Would you still be Kita’s favorite? Should you have waited? Probably.

“Hey! Hey! Hey! Bokuto is home!” Kou slammed the door open, surprising both you and Akaashi in a slight jump off the couch. He shut the door, and put down his bag, kicked off his shoes before turning to give you the big hugs he always did. Akaashi did tell him he you were there, but he stopped in his tracks when he saw your face. “yn..? What happened.”

“She got some very scary news today Bokuto.” Akaashi started, rubbing your back before standing. “She’s just trying to process it. I’ll get you some tea and some crackers..” Bokuto sat next to you in place of Akaashi, opening his arm and letting you rest into his chest at your own pace. After years of friendship and setting boundaries he knew when you needed a calmer, kinder, stronger presence and he was more than happy to be that in your time of need.

“Bo.. we’re good friends right?”

“You bet.”

“and if I happened to be involved in a big accident you wouldn’t stop being my friend?”

“of course not.. are you okay?” Bo looked down at you after pulling you from his chest, he took his sleeve and wiped your tears.

“I’m pregnant, and I don’t know what to do.” Bokuto didn’t say anything, he sat there, almost dumbfounded before pulling you into his arms again and laying down slightly with you on his chest. Next to Akaashi, you were one of his closest friends right now outside his teammates.

“He’s a dead man...”

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inkofamethyst · 3 months

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January 21, 2024

I have a class this semester that's pretty far from the others, so I've researched all the plausible bus routes (4!) I could use to get there and back on a pretty tight schedule. Thankfully, I do have enough time between the classes to walk the half hour route if necessary or desired (but that certainly won't be a fun time with my big ol' laptop (that can now hold a charge overnight!!!!!)).

I don't think I ever did a true reflection on my first semester in graduate school. I had days where I dictated my thoughts, sure, but no overarching reflection. Overall? It was fine, I guess? So like, okay, I'm very aware of the possibility of burnout, especially since I "went straight through," so I'm trying to pace myself and not necessarily overwhelm myself with all of the things I could be doing. On the flip side, I often felt like I wasn't "doing enough" even though I didn't really know how to start asking for what more I could be doing? I know I've got stressful times ahead in this program for sure but idk I've just felt a little antsy. I mean I suppose I should take this time to just work on time management.

I dunno, it just doesn't feel like there's that much to reflect on?? Like it feels like I'm easing my way into the program with a relatively steady (and slow) start. I think I'll probably talk with my advisor about career development stuff this week and go to the career center sometime early this semester to get a head start on that. I know the academic job market is majorly tough, so I want to have enough options/skills in case academia isn't open to me (because I'm probably not desperate enough to go for a job in a state where my lifestyle would take a dive/the general populace doesn't want me (a woc professing human evolution among other things)).

Man, I'm still psyched about the battery replacement. I did that! Me!! And everything is fine!!! Even if I end up being able to use my tablet/keyboard duo for any in-class coding exercises, this still opens up so much flexibility. Plus, cleaning the gunk out of my fans is keeping it from overheating all the time. It's nice not hearing a rocket launch every time I open discord. Love the right to repair.

Speaking of which, I was able to complete over half of my ("on campus") winter break goals!! First time that's ever happened. The only ones I didn't do were 1. work on phd notion page; 2. lunch with potential friends; 3. decorate; and 4. dynamic photography (though I did order a bluetooth shutter controller that should be here tomorrow). I did all seven of the others (though none of the "at home" ones which I'm choosing to ignore because I really just needed the rest), plus a bonus library card.

Today I'm thankful that I was able to get so much done today. I feel ready for tomorrow and the week beyond. It looks like it'll be a long day, especially if I go to the book club.

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edwinkjayesh · 1 year

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JBL never fails with their design factors. Especially this time they killed it with something new from the design aspect.

For its latest Tour Series true wireless earbuds, JBL is taking an interesting approach to the wireless charging case. The Tour Pro 2 comes with what the company calls "the world's first smart charging case," thanks to a 1.45-inch LED touchscreen display on the outside. This panel offers controls for both music and calls in addition to notifications for messages and social apps. The company touts the convenience of not having to look at your phone for said items, but you will have to keep the case within reach.

Aside from the case, the Tour Pro 2 is a set of flagship earbuds. They're equipped with adaptive active noise cancellation (ANC) and ambient sound mode with 10mm drivers, spatial audio and JBL's Pro sound inside. Personi-fi 2.0 allows you to customize the audio profile to suit your listening habit and an ear tip fit test can ensure a proper fit. JBL says you can expect up to eight hours of use with ANC on (10 with it off) and three additional charges in the case, plus a quick-charge feature will give you four hours of use in 15 minutes. For calls, a collection of six microphones are onboard with the company's VoiceAware tech. And lastly, the earbuds are IPX5 rated so they should withstand workouts just fine. JBL says a forthcoming over-the-air update will deliver Bluetooth 5.3 and LE Audio to both the Tour Pro 2 and Tour One M2.

JBL is also expanding the Tour Series with a new set of noise-canceling headphones. The Tour One M2 is an over-ear model that offers both the company's True Adaptive ANC and JBL Pro drivers. The noise-canceling tech monitors and adapts to your surroundings in real time. The company is also debuting a feature similar to Sony's Speak-to-Chat tool that automatically pauses audio and activates ambient sound mode when you talk. JBL calls it Smart Talk and the feature resumes your previous ANC setting when you're done speaking. The company's Personi-Fi 2.0 is on these as well, giving you customized audio to meet your sonic sensibilities. JBL Spatial Sound is here too, as is a low volume EQ that keeps audio quality consistent when the content isn't as loud. In terms of battery life, the company says you can expect up to 30 hours with active noise cancellation on or up to 50 hours with it off. If you find yourself in a pinch, a quick-charge tool will give you five hours of listening in 10 minutes. JBL says “four VoiceAware - equipped microphones help with calls, so on paper these should be suitable for any chats that might arise.”

I’m damn waiting to see Tour Pro 2 in hands. As far as I saw the videos on Instagram, the UI on the display of the case is really interactive and very useful. Moreover I haven’t notice any kind of lags or pickups any where while they used - as most of the first generation products with gimics offers. And I presonally prefer Sennheiser HD 350BT over Tour One M2. Anyway let’s see will this tech put forward new trend or will gets go back into the hw stuff and this is - Edwin K Jayesh.

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pretz3l-log1c · 2 years

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When I say I have a weird relationship with technology I mean things like:

Set up for my original Facebook account went wrong somehow so the site prepetually refused to accept my password and made me change it at least once a month. Eventually I gave up and created a second. I am now incapable of acessing first in order to delete it.

My email service for school once insisted that the professor/email address I was trying to email did not exist. Despite the fact that I had used the email to contact my professor the day prior no problem because they responded to my email.

Randomly and for no apparent reason, my PTO was not accumulating after like... two months on the job. Had to contact supervisor and HR. They were all very baffled.

My signup for health insurance didn't process despite me doing everything I had to do for it. I had to wait an extra week for open enrollment to get benefits.

My computer refused to Bluetooth sync with a brand new Xbox controller so hard it decided that it didn't have Bluetooth capablilites afterall and that I should look into buying a Bluetooth dongle or whatever. I had used the bluetooth just fine before. It eventually worked after I reset my computer.

#pretzel rambles #technology #i feel like im the person IT ppl talk about #the 'weird' cases person #i feel like I'd be great at product testing tech/apps/programs

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highpowerrocketryspace · 4 months

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Altimeter Model Rocket Altimeters: We're actually in the 21st century, so you know there have to be digital options. And for anyone who hates math, be glad to know that there is a product called an altimeter. An altimeter, or altitude rate, is a small microcomputer that measures the altitude of an object above a given location. There are a few rocket altimeters, but many of them deal with parachute launches and are for high-powered rockets. I will focus on the core we can use it for our little field that launches rockets. Different altimeters use different measurement tools and the most common measurement changes in barometric pressure. You may need to drill a small hinge hole in your rocket to get the correct barometric readings. But as technology moves so fast, we're seeing more and more altimeters coming out with bells and whistles. Some come with throttles that take a whole bunch of different measurements of your flight. Indeed, the coolest part is that some are now set up with Bluetooth so you can control it on your phone or tablet with a built-in social media app. How to measure model rocket altitude? This is a historical problem because a beautiful model rocket that does not hover can be a huge disappointment! You need your rocket to soar through the sky! You have to feel your friends and challenge the gods! It could be dramatic, but you demand your rocket to run as smoothly as it looks. To scale the softness of your rocket hues, you'll want to see how to scale the high noon of its flight. The crown is sketched rocket like the culmination of a rocket flight. So how do you scale this point? Model rockets can traverse hundreds or thousands of rocky bottoms in melody, so how can we measure their supreme altitude? Luckily, there are several strategies to serve this, and I'll clarify a bit of what I currently know. 1) Electronic Altimeter (cheating!): Okay, so using an electronic altimeter isn't "cheating", but it does take some of the fun out of calculating elevation with hand tools and math. Still, electronic altimeters can save suckers time and hassle. When taking notes (2011), a good electronic unit will fetch between $50 and $100 and weigh less than an ounce. The weight and size should be fine for a large rocket, but a small rocket like the Estes Quark probably wouldn't be a good seeker for an electronic altimeter. Also, if you're prone to losing rockets in trees, lakes, or neighbors applying shotguns (just kidding), you should find a less valuable altitude calculation system. 2) Streamer Method: The standard system for determining altitude is cheap, simple, and fairly accurate. The concept behind the streamer system is that a plastic streamer with fixed limits attached to a small weight will fall with constant haste. The streamer's large frontal area creates a lot of wind resistance or drag, and the weight will quickly reach its terminal haste. Hence an illustration of the Standard Altitude Marker, or SAM, developed by Bill Stine in 1974: The weight has a mass of three grams and the dimensions of the polyethylene streamer are 12" x 1" x 0.0001". A streamer of this size and mass will fall with a terminal velocity of approximately 18 feet per second. . Of course, it is possible to experiment with different weights and streamers. All you need is your custom streamer and a high place to test it! Once you know the terminal velocity of the streamer, you can calculate the altitude simply by multiplying the velocity by the time it took for the ejected streamer to fall to earth. For example, a streamer falling at 15ft/s for 60 seconds gives us this: The banderole would be positioned in the miniature rocket above the parachute or recapture system. For spill recapture rockets (like the forenamed Quark), you might need more space for a banderole, which leads us to our coming technique. 3) Optical Tracking: So far, light flares have proven problematic in our desire to measure altitude. They are too small for an electronic system and too small to carry a cargo streamer.

We will need to use optical cloaking to track commodities like Quark. There are several styles of optical shading, and here I will offer the simplest. Be warned, again. There will be calculations to come. Flashback to when you were a sprat, and you wanted to know when you would ever use trigonometry. Well, chum, then it is. The quickest and easiest way to determine your rocket's altitude with optic shadowing is to use elevation-angle-only shadowing. This is a veritably simple system, and the quantum of trigonometry is better than I made it out to be. Let's start with an illustration of the launch site. However, we can also draw a nice right triangle if we assume the rocket is moving well straight from the helipad. If we know the distance from our observation point to the launch pad (d) and the angle at which we can see the top of the rocket's trajectory (θ), we can calculate the altitude with the following equation: Still, ensure you're in degree mode, not radian mode if you're using a calculator. Of course, this assumes you measured the angle in degrees, although I've never met anyone who measured rocketry angles in radians. Scaling the phase can be suited with an inclinometer. The Quest Sky compass and the Estes Altera are two inclinometers specifically designed for model rocketry. However, if you're in a pinch, you can make your inclinometer with a protractor or a piece of string. Follow the rocket to its highest point, tilt the homemade tiltmeter so you're looking at the apogee point through the straw, and pinch the string toward the protractor once it stops moving. Subtract the number on the protractor from 90, and you have the angle you need for your calculation! Here is an example of this type of calculation in action: It's easier to find the ejection point of the rocket if I put a little multicolored chalk in with the parachute. Not only does the chalk help prevent the parachute from sticking, but it also makes a nice visible pall when the ejection charge goes off. For our Rocket altimeter Comparison. These Three Altimeters are Worth Checking Out: Estes model rocket altimeter: The Estes Altimeter comes with a 4- number TV display that can be shown in English or metric units. Directly measures model rocket launch mound from 0 – 9999 bases (3000 m). It can store up to 10 successive breakouts. • Its light at0.32 ounces. • Completely assembled. • Requires one 6V 11A Alkaline battery. • Not waterproof. • Not GPS. 2- Micro Peak Altimeter: Another altimeter that deserves compliance is made by Micro Peak, and this gentleman is tiny! This altimeter was intended for use in combat in multinational rocket clashes. It looks like a DIY rocket altimeter model or an Arduino rocket altimeter model. but it's not With the caucus, it weighs only 2 grams (less than a quarter of the load of the Estes altimeter). This is a great device to apply with your small rockets. You fix it exclusively inside the snoot cone (it's so light) with a temporary filling to soften it. The cost is pretty reasonable (about $30, parallel to the Estes), you can do it in lesser rockets, and it's pretty chewy. The busy hand of the Micro Peak altimeter is that it doesn't hold exposure. After reporting your flight, it'll twinkle the top high-water mark on a single winking LED. You can download the flight data by joining the appliance wire to the USB of your computer. Jolly-Logic Altimeter One and Two: This is the 2nd conception of the Jolly Logic-Altimeter Two. It's the highest automated rocket flight analyzer at all formed. It has an energetic show and a record juncture that saves the final 100 flights. This Altimeter uses country-of-the-craft tension and acceleration sensors to perform the 10 most important flight breakdowns for each rocket flight, including altitude, rapidity, parachute ejection holds, acceleration, and flight lifetime. • It loads at0.24 ounces. • It does not want batteries. • Data is NOT downloadable. Jolly Logic-Altimeter One:

This is a veritably various rocket that can be collected in 1 hour. The rocket can go along up into heaven. The stuff comes with the rocket, a Launchpad, and the takeoff control. • It loads at0.36 ounces. • Recharges in any USB anchorage. • Data is NOT downloadable. Tracking You can find out the altitude of a rocket manually or digitally. To manually detect the height of a rocket, scale the phase of flight, apply an untethered or binary union shamus, and fill in the sizes in an equation or elevation map. To scale numerically, use an altimeter inside the rocket. Let's take a look at each of the accessories to scale manually and digitally and decide which system is styled for you. Single Axis Tracker: Still, you probably used a single-axis shamus (you might have had one of those sneaky preceptors who used rockets to get you interested in a subject only for you to also do the math if you ever fired missiles in the academy. Can you believe that?). Yet a single-axis shamus is a hand-held, almost gun-like tool used to measure the angle of your flight from a fixed position. Otherwise. You start by standing a measured distance from the launch pad. When the rocket launches, you aim the shamus at the rocket while holding down the detector. You release the sensor when the missile (model rocket) reaches the zenith/Apogee (the highest part of flight before it begins to return to Earth). The dial on the shamus also indicates the angle of your flight from your position. Still, you can make your own enough fluently if you feel like you need to buy one of these trackers (they're about$ 20). NASA has a simple shamus that you can post and cut. You can also get the pattern from Mark Wester's book, Make Rockets. Cut out the model from a piece of cement and tree moss board or a tape recording on the protractor. Also, thread a piece of string through a marked hole on the protractor. Tie a weight to the end of the string (make sure it extends beyond the protractor. The string itself will tell you the dimension.). There is no sophisticated detector, so you have to hold the weight in place to measure the angle at the zenith. How to Measure Altitude Using a Single-Axis Tracker? You also take the distance you were standing from the launch pad and the dimension of the shamus and either plug it into an equation (I'll show you that in a bit), look up the number on one, or enter the measurements into an online calculator—besides, Bob is your uncle. You get your altitude. Type of. Let's watch what happens for a nanosecond. This is your detector's warning. Let's talk a bit about math. It's trigonometry. I know this might bring PTSD back to some of you, but don't worry. You don't have to do any math to figure out what's going on. The calculation behind a single-axis shamus is based on determining the length of one side of a right triangle (90 degrees). You once know the dimension of a side (the distance between you and the launch pad). The single-axis shamus (sometimes called single station shamus) is a glorified protractor (you know those partial circle tools you used in the middle academy that measure angles?) and is used to give the dimension of one angle of the triangle. Yet 100 bases) and you know the zenith angle (the highest point of flight before your rocket returns to Earth), you also need to plug that into the following equation, and that will give you the length of the 'other side. If you know how far you are from the launch pad, say. (Don't be scared off by the word tan. There's a button on your phone's calculator that does the math for you). The Problem with a Single-Axis Tracker: So a single-axis shamus might be more accurate. That's good enough for most of us and can get us into the ballpark, but then there are several issues. For starters, it's based on the assumption that your rocket was centered at the perfect 90-degree angle and climbed all the way. It also assumes that you were perfectly positioned with the rocket when you took off.

And that your birth dimension is perfect. And you've watched the angle perfectly (are you starting to see the problems?). The truth is that there is a big difference between practice and theory, and any deviation from the ideal will mess with your numbers. Therefore, the plus/minus is 14 bases. There is a way around some of the implicit flaws, but it goes into what brains call standard diversions, and it goes into math, which just hurts my brain. Dual Axis Tracking (Theodolite): A binary axis tracker (also known as a theodolite or two-station sighting) is more accurate for measuring the height of your flight. This involves the use of two observation stations which not only measure the angle vertically but horizontally. Altitude is measured more directly because the rocket is calculated from two perspectives, allowing for possible diversions from the impeccably straight flight. The difference between single-axis and binary-axis shading is that the single axis is measured in two dimensions, while the binary axis is measured in three dimensions. This system is also used in NAR (National Association of Rocketry) competitions when delicacy is essential. It's also super unrealistic for dads to do with their kids. It would be better if you did that, which requires a lot more calculations. Theodolites are hard to find, so you'll probably have to make your own. I'm all about DIY, but that is indeed beyond me. See FAQs for more details Q- USB/Micro USB: Still, skipping the Micro SD card and recouping your data might be suitable if you have a larger accelerometer. First, you'll need the particulars listed below: • Accelerometer • USB/ Micro USB cord • Computer (with applicable software) Ensure your accelerometer is on during the flight to validate data. After the flight, spin-off your accelerometer to the husband array and observe data restricted to the flight report. In Summary Various methods of measuring the altitude of model rockets exist, both manually and digitally. Manually, one can use a single-axis tracker, a dual-axis tracker, or a streamer method. Digital methods include the use of an altimeter, such as the Estes Altimeter, Micro Peak Altimeter, or Jolly-Logic Altimeter, which collects data with USB/Micro USB cords and a computer with applicable software. There are various ways to measure the altitude of model rockets, manually or digitally. Manually, one can use a single-axis tracker, a dual-axis tracker, or a streamer method. Digitally, one can use an altimeter inside the rocket, such as the Estes Altimeter, Micro Peak Altimeter, or Jolly Logic-Altimeter. Data can be collected with USB/Micro USB cords and a computer with applicable software.

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someone will write to an advice column like "my boyfriend wants me to use headphones when I'm watching tv and he's reading, but I don't want to. I think he should read somewhere else, but the only other space is our bedroom, and he always ends up falling asleep before I go to bed, which I hate. do I have to wear the headphones?" and the columnist will say something fine and reasonable and the first comment online will be "watching tv without headphones is normal. trying to make you wear headphones is abusive and controlling. get out lw" and the second comment will be "banishing him to the bedroom is abusive and demeaning. hope he gets away from this lw" and the third comment will be "the two of us winding down differently at the end of the day is what killed my marriage. read a book or face a breakup" and the fourth comment will be "he's cheating and wants the lw to wear headphones so they won't notice all the texts coming in. get out lw" and the fifth comment will be a recommendation complete with UPC# for the bluetooth headphones the commenter swears they barely feel and there will be a reply about how great they are and a reply about how uncomfortable they are

someone else will write to an advice column like "I invited people over for dinner but they have food allergies. I can ignore the food allergies, right?" and the columnist will say something reasonable and the first comment and every third comment after that will be "your home your rules" and the second comment will be like "your guests are too demanding. go along with it this time even though their food allergies are probably made up but take this as a lesson that they don't care about you and never invite them over again" and the third comment will be like "I can't believe the columnist would say that if you invite someone over you shouldn't kill them. usually I agree with her but she's seriously off-base today"

#I don't usually read the comments but I just did on a thing #the absolute conviction that a host has no obligation to hospitality and it's all on the guest #is so confusing and also like. profoundly wrong. I could never

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Spider-Man Read-Through 010: The Night of the Prowler (ASM 78-82, Ann 6)

MASTERPOST

This arc, we transition from the 60s to the 70s! And we start by Annual 6 which is, and I quote, "41 pages of indescripable excitement"! The Sinister Six are here, muahahahhahaaaaa!

(Note: Ann 6 is a reprint of Ann 1, which I hadn't read but definitely makes sense, and a re-telling of the first issue).

Sadly, this issue is drawn by Ditko, which means even a shirtless Peter can't make me drool. What a shame.

So Otto escapes prison by Bluetooth-manipulating his detached mechanical arms, Ditko and Lee re-establish the setting, and that's only on the first page because no time to mess around because Thor's here on page 2! Good grief, the pacing is brisky. Sadly, after two panels, Thor is already far away. It was very subtle advertisement! But it also helps reinforce the (for now very lackluster, if that's what you're looking for) idea that the super-heroes are part of the same world.

Then suddenly Flash is here in his high-school personality, and then DR STRANGE is here to tell you to read his magazine. Wow, they really wanted to sell those magazines! This sure reads as the editorial becoming aware of how much of a success Spider-Man was.

We can see the writing has definitely improved since the first issues... even though this one is from 1969, just like the Tablet arc!

So the storyline is set "months" after Uncle Ben's death, which confirms to me that this is still high-school. Okay. All right.

And then as soon as Spidey loses his powers, he sees the Fantastic Four in what appears to be an attempt at showing as many cameos as possible.

In spite of his colleagues' messy yet sensible plan of "let's all gang up on Spidey at once", Otto says they'll each have a go, one after another. The idea is to weaken him by fighting him in each of their respective favorite elements. Okay, that's not so bad...

May's wondering what's wrong with Pete, surmising it might have something to do with "that girl he's been seeing", who's obviously... Betty Brant. Hey, remember when Betty Brant was a character? Me neither!

Peter's confused on what to do now, and passersby are amazed at "Giant-Man... and the Wasp!" Meanwhile, May and Betty get kidnapped. May by coincidence, and Betty because, according to Peter, "they know [he] was willing to fight [for her]".

The cameos pile on vertigineously as the Torch sends a message in the sky to Spider-Man and Charles Xavier says to "Ignore it! It doesn't concern us."

Spidey goes to fight Electro and the miracle happens! He's got his powers back. Basically, he was feeling depressed about Ben's death, but now he's fine! I must say I prefer SM2's version. It's a bit more subtle and well-executed. But that's still a commendable effort.

Jameson calls the Fantastic Four to ask if they've seen Spider-Man, and Jane replies that no, she didn't, and she adds that Jameson should probably call the police. Dear Lord.

Johnny wants to help Spidey (he seems to be Spidey's most regular partner) but Spidey objects. This fight is personal. This makes no sense but go off, king. But Otto is far from being a monster. He serves tea and Danish pastries to his lady guests, what an angel!

Then the X-Men attack Spidey but nooooo they're Mysterio's robots! So many plot twists!

Then we get some real comedy that I could absolutely see in a MCU movie. It's actually really funny!

Another comedic scene is the Vulture ordering Spidey to remove his web-slinging device, or he'll just fly away and won't tell where Betty and May are. Because every time Spidey beat him, it was thanks to his webbing. Spidey obeys, because of course he does.

Spidey almost beats Otto, but then Otto's like "hey, I can control my arms with Bluetooth. Why should I even fight in person?" and thus, Otto proves his girlboss status. He can't be bothered to get to the party! However, he can't help himself but want to be there to drown Spidey in a giant fishbowl (what the writer smoked for this issue, i can't possibly figure).

The two ladies are eventually rescued, but May hates Spider-Man and is really starting to dislike her nephew's slang, so she asks that he FUCKING stops saying stuff like "shook up".

There's a second story that re-tells in more details the first meeting between Spidey and the Fantastic Four (hey, remember to buy their mags!), which is basically the same, then a third story, where Spidey thinks he's going to mess with the Torch and his girlfriend because he lives in a telenovela.

Johnny actually has a really cute outfit that I'd love to cosplay one day. I already got a white shirt, the tie seems to be red, but I don't have a red tie. Still. I think it's a great look. Simple, but it definitely works!

...Well now I want to be checkered pants. Jesus.

Anyway, he quickly gets rid of this outfit to fight Spidey. Spidey gets angrier, Johnny gets angrier, then the other Fantastic Four arrive, show their sympathy to Spidey, who gets even angrier, they fight, then Jane and Spidey flirt with each other. The end. Oof.

Overall, Annual 6 is a lot of fun thanks to its bizarre assembly. It feels like a greatest hits that I'd recommend it if you want to see what Ditko's run was like. But it's definitely a downgrade, sandwiched between Romita Sr. issues. Lighthearted fun, at least.

Now, onto the main dish! As a reminder, I haven't read anything between 1969 and 1973, so it will be mostly new for me!

(gosh I really need checkered pants)

My familiarity with the Prowler is his appearance in Spider-Man: Friend or Foe, and his appearance in Into the Spider-Verse. Since Miles doesn't exist yet, I'm curious about what's going to happen.

Peter calls Gwen, but...

What the fuck.

Turns out Gwen wants to understand why Peter keeps disappearing and stuff. Be careful, honey. Curiosity killed the cat...

After about 10 pages of delightful soap opera (seems like the 50/50 ratio's back!), I suddenly get flash-backs (both types) as Hobie Brown makes his entrance. I remember, now!

Hobbie wants to help his window-cleaning fellows be better protected, but his boss is against it because money. CoMiCs ArE nOt PoLiTiCaL!!! And Jameson tries to defend him because he's not racist.

From the very beginning, the Prowler is a very compelling character. He explains (to the reader) that he modified his cleaning equipement to become a super-villain. This is great! Economical exposition and very interesting.

A very compelling issue and a great return to the soap genre. In the letters, Ronald Gayda makes excellent points and did the maths:

Yes yes yes!

Michael J. Susko, meanwhile, argues that someone knowing Peter's secret could help him hide it! Didn't think about that, but absolutely.

The opening of the next issue assures us that it was initially planned as a three-issue storyline -- but it's been reduced to two! Which concludes neatly the year, yay!

And the first pages are absolutely terrific. Peter looks like a shojo romance hero.

And the issue concludes just as stellarly. Spidey doesn't turn Hobie in. I wonder what's in store for this character...

With these panels, we're done with 1969. Onto 1970!

I always appreciate Peter Parker being a handsome motherfucker. I hope we get to see the Prowler again, though!

But first, Peter wants to fight.

Anyway, the Chameleon is back! His last appearance was Issue #2! That's a blast. After taking the place of Captain Stacy, he takes the place of... none other than Peter himself! What a fun twist.

It's another fun issue that I really enjoyed.

In the reader's letters, the topic of Peter's hair regularly comes up. I think his hair are perfect, so Linda, yes, you're right.

Issue 81 features the Kangaroo, a villain nobody cares about!

Most importantly, this issue features the return from Aunt May, to my displeasure. She was nice where she was. She's been away since #72! And she's immediately worried about her nephew. Next to them, the aforementioned Kangaroo escapes from custody and recounts his sad life story.

He looks like a kid, then as his resolve comes back, he's an adult again. Kudos to the artist!

So Aunt May's dead (and I laughed).

And that's a nice panel.

Naturally, Peter girlboss gaslights gatekeeps May and she now thinks she's senile. Which, come on. Isn't far from the truth. She treats Peter as if he was five. Dear Lord.

In the letters, the readers talk about the same subjects again and again, but the Prowler is praised. Good! It's a great story.

In the final issue of this post, #82, Electro's back! But more importantly, Harry's shaving his stache. He had it since issue 74! I honestly think it wasn't so bad.

Peter wants to get money, so he asks to appear on TV, however he needs to dry his Spidey suit, but can't do it while showing his face...

So what's his solution?

Excellent.

The issue is alright, has fun ideas, but overall isn't that great.

The letters finally address my biggest gripe: I have never been able to faithfully reproduce Spidey's hand gesture to shoot a web, and Stan Reynolds has the same experience! Someone also wonders what kind of name is Flash. It can't possibly be written on his birth certificate, can it now?

There's the occasional weird letter, but there's also heartfelt opinions. Hobie seems to be a beloved character! They had to make him come back after that, didn't they?

So here we are. We finished the Sixties era of Spider-Man... What a journey!

#spider-man #comics #peter parker #the prowler #hobie brown

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Today was completely fucked.

One of my good friends overdosed and died today in my house. A friend I have known since middle school. (Age 11/12. I’m 31.) He used to be an addict but he’s been clean several years. His girlfriend kicked him out last weekend and he came up to stay Sunday night after a huge argument. She called the cops on him and he ended up leaving. He started using again a little Sunday night (Heroin) and yesterday he also started using meth. Last night he seemed okay but he was a little out of control as far as how he was acting. He seemed almost desperate to get laid. He had apparently contacted three different girls online to hookup (and sent two of them money) but none of them showed up and stopped contacting after he sent money. We tried to tell him it was a scam but he didn’t listen and kept trying. He was up all night tinkering around the house.

This morning I woke up around 830. He was up and he was fine. He laid down on the couch and I heard our roommate yelling at him to turn on his side. Our roommate said he was just snoring loud and he turned him on his side to get him to stop. (He didn’t tell me that he was also making a strange noise and when he turned him on his side he was still making that noise only not as loud. And he slapped his chest really hard and he didn’t wake up. I found this out later.)

I left at 11:30 to go to my mom’s house for Thanksgiving dinner. I walked past him on the couch on my way out. He was laying on his side facing the back of the couch. I assumed he was asleep and I left. Around 1230 my ex calls me on my mom’s phone but I couldn’t hear him. I heard sirens but I didn’t think anything of it. I thought my mom had her phone connected to the Bluetooth speaker outside and I was hearing something else. It was later they called and said he had overdosed and died. My ex said around 1230 our roommate came out and told him to come check on our friend. He said he was already ice cold and his face was gray and his lips were blue. We have Narcan around just because our various friends have overdosed before and we keep it just in case. They hit him with Narcan three times and it didn’t work. They got him on the floor and did CPR while they called 911. But when EMS arrived they called it.

It’s absolutely killing me to think about. When I heard our roommate yelling at him to roll over, I had this feeling that something wasn’t right. I almost told my ex to go in and check on him. I wish like fuck that I had told him to. Or that I had heard the sound he was making because I would have known something wasn’t right then. They said he was just snoring loud. They didn’t tell me until later that it was an odd “kkk-kkk-kkk” sound. They also didn’t tell me how our roommate slapped his chest and had to physically pick him up and turn him over to get him on his side. He told me all this later. If he had said this at the time I would have known something was off. Still even at the time I had an odd feeling that something wasn’t right.

Just looking at the timeline of events when my ex did CPR at 1230 and he was already cold and blue there was nothing to be done then, he was already gone. But when he was making that noise was the time we should have done something. It makes me sick to think at 1130 when I left he was already dead. I walked right past him on my way out and he was most likely already gone. If he was cold by 1230 then this he was already gone when I left the house.

It’s just fucking killing me that there were 4 (F O U R) other adults here and our friend was lying on the couch dying and none of us noticed. Hindsight is 20/20 and all that bullshit but how could none of us realize it? Our friend was laying there dying.

When I got home around 330 they had already taken his body out so I didn’t see him. His family was here. I know people grieve in their own way but his mom, step dad or ex-girl seemed all that upset. When his stepdad was leaving he said “any other day would have been fine but it had to be Thanksgiving”. I don’t even know what to say to that.

Yesterday he had his two small kids over for the day. It’s so fucking weird that just yesterday his kids were here eating pizza, watching Paw Patrol and taking a nap on the couch with him. And today he’s just gone. I’m glad his kids got that day with him yesterday but in all honesty they probably won’t even remember. His daughter is a year and a half and his son is three. He also has a six month old baby.

All I can think about is how I should have done more. When I heard my roommate yelling I should have checked on him. I had this nagging feeling that something wasn’t right and I shouldn’t have ignored it. But my roommate came and told me that he was just snoring too loud and I accepted it even though I still felt like something wasn’t right. Fucking hell.

#ignore this #personal #tw: drugs #tw: overdose #tw: death #i had to get my feelings out #this shit is fucking me up #i lost a friend #and i could have done so much more to help him #hindsight is 2020 and all #journal entry

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