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yueyimold · 29 days

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usafphantom2 · 6 months

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Where is the doghouse?

Not only JP-7: the SR-71 could use JP-4 and JP-5 as emergency fuels but they both limited the Blackbird's top speed to Mach 1.5..

The SR-71 Blackbird was the first aircraft to use its own fuel for hydraulic fluid. It was called the fuel hydraulic system.

The legendary SR-71 Blackbird Mach 3+ spy plane was powered by two 34,000 lbf (151,240 N) thrust-class J58 afterburning turbojet engines. Each engine contained a nine-stage compressor driven by a two-stage turbine. The main burner used an eight-can combustor and the afterburner is fully modulating. The primary nozzle area was variable. Above Mach 2.2, some of the airflow was bled from the fourth stage of the compressor and dumped into the augmentor inlet through six bleed-bypass tubes, circumventing the core of the engine and transitioning the propulsive cycle from a pure turbojet to a turbo-ramjet.

The SR-71 was the first aircraft to use its own fuel for hydraulic fluid. It was called the fuel hydraulic system.

An engine-driven pump provided 1800 psi of recirculating fuel to accurate various engine components and then returned it back to the aircraft fuel system to be burned. Fuel was used in the actuators to control the afterburner nozzles, which maintain the proper exhaust gas temperature and control the thrust output. The fuel was also used in the engine actuators to shift the two-position inlet guide veins from their axial position to the cambered position and back again. This was just another of the many first-ever inventions of the-SR-71.

The J58 engine was hydromechanically controlled and burned a special low volatility jet fuel mixture known as JP-7.

Emergency fuels could be used in the SR-71 if the crew was low on fuel and had to use ANY tanker (as already explained the Blackbird relied on KC-135Q tankers [that could simultaneously carry a maximum of 74,490lb of JP-7 and 110,000lb of JP-4 for their own engines] but the SR-71 could also be refueled by standard Stratotankers in the event KC-135Qs were not available or if the Blackbird crew had to deal with an emergency situation) they could find to avoid the loss of the aircraft. The emergency fuels were JP-4 or JP-5 but they limited the Blackbird top speed to Mach 1.5. There were six main fuselage tanks. All 80,285 pounds of JP-7 fuel were carried in six main fuselage tanks. The tanks numbered one through six moved forward to aft (back) tank 6B It could hold 7,020 pounds of gravity-fed fuel and two tanks sumps. This was also called the “doghouse” and was located in the extreme back portion of the fuselage.

Fuel was the lifeblood of this fastest-manned airplane in the world. I found the following in a declassified CIA brief.

There it would first be used as hydraulic fluid at 600 F to control the afterburner exit flaps before being fed into the burner cans of the powerplant and the afterburner itself.

Cooling the cockpit and crew turned out to be seven times as difficult as on the X-15 research airplane which flew as much as twice as fast as the SR-71 but only for a few minutes per flight. The wheels and tires of the landing gear had to be protected from the heat by burying them in the fuselage fuel tanks for radiation cooling to save the rubber and other systems attached thereto. Special attention had to be given to the crew escape system to allow safe ejection from the aircraft over a speed and altitude range of zero miles per hour at sea level to Mach numbers up to 4.0 at over 100,000 feet.

Written by Linda Sheffield Sanitized Copy Approved for Release 2011/09/27: CIA-RDP90B00170R000100080001-5 -4- The problems of taking, pictures through

Be sure to check out Linda Sheffield Miller (Col Richard (Butch) Sheffield’s daughter, Col. Sheffield was an SR-71 Reconnaissance Systems Officer) Facebook Pages Habubrats SR-71 and Born into the Wilde Blue Yonder for awesome Blackbird’s photos and stories.

Written by Habubrat

@Habubrats71 via X

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turbofanatic · 2 years

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More updates on page 17, almost done!

There was a decent amount of thought going into the Hellflower’s design. Intercept with the tether occurs at about 100km and Mach 12.6, which means something like a local attached shock angle of 15ish degrees (on a wedge at least, it will probably go down a little for a cylinder) so the main bodies are kind of kept within that cone.

Inlets were tricky because I wanted something really weird BUT plausible. After playing around for a bit I became convinced that the sort of hypersonic inlet I wanted existed, I just had trouble finding the test data. Eventually I found Busemann inlets and they looked even better than I hoped so I went with those. Very pointy and thorny. Major draw back is that their geometry is hard to change for different Mach numbers, unlike the classical wedge ramp or pointy cone, but Hellflowers have XXXtreme variable geometry so they’re fine for this.

The light dots ahead of the Hellflower are laser filamentation. As mentioned in a prior post, inducing many smaller shock waves is more efficient than one big shockwave. So the laser zaps are causing many smaller shocks. Would a combined Busemann inlet and laser shock look like this? Probably not. But that’s as far as I’ve decided to go down this particular rabbit hole. The lasers might also be useful for ionizing air for magnetohydrodynamic compressors but I might not want to get that complex and heavy. What’s going on inside the engine? Hot and fast things. That’s all the reader needs to know. Maybe it can function as a ram/scramjet and she flaps to get up to start speed lol.

What else... I’m using Hoytethers for the tether structure. A good design that resists failure when parts are cut. This whole thing is similar to the Boeing HASTOL proposal, which carried a LOT less weight than this but was made out of readily available materials, this world has carbon nanotube nonsense. I need to add some glow for the heating, hard to find good reference images.

That’s all I can think of for now, hope you enjoy the aesthetic nerdery.

#aphelion #myart

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magicaltrash · 9 months

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The retheming of DCA's Pacific Wharf area into San Fransokyo Square has produced new trash can designs. The updated to this land is based is combination of San Francisco and Tokyo, as seen in Disney's 2014 film Big Hero 6. A new icon representing the key letters of the city name ("San Fransokyo Square") now sits on beige front and back can panels. The icon is a sky blue color, which is also present on the inlet flaps and can trim. And if you as you saying, "wow, these look a lot like the old Pacific Wharf can designs," you'd be right. // Disneyland Resort, Disney California Adventure, San Fransokyo Square, 2023 [Source: Jason Sasaki. Used by Permission.]

#Disney #Magical Trash #Disney Trash Can #Trash Can #Recycling #Liquids #Anaheim #Disneyland Resort #DLR #DCA #Disney California Adventure #San Fransokyo #Pacific Wharf #2023 #Mixed Recycling #Environmentality Tree Recycling Icon #Circle Slot Inlet #Big Hero 6 #San Fransokyo Square

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streamingcolors-gvf · 1 year

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Boys of Summer - Part II *Revised*

Moodboard created by @allieboop, edited with the help of @garbagevanfleet

Pairing: Josh Kiskza x f!reader, Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Summary: It’s the summer of 1986 and you find yourself starting your first job on your own. You were drawn to the beaches of Ocean City in search of a new start, expecting to fill the days of enjoying whatever the coastal town had to offer. You find yourself thrown into a world you couldn’t have anticipated and the memories made were sure to last a lifetime.

Word count: 10k

A/N: This is the new edited and revised edition of this chapter. No one is obligated to reread it, but if you haven’t read it yet, I highly recommend this one over the first!

Warnings; swearing, alcohol consumption, kissing, mentions of blood, and implied violence.

Boys of Summer Playlist, Masterpost

The coastal air blowing through the Pinto’s open windows whipped through your hair and filled your lungs with its sweet, salty nostalgic feeling as you drove over the bridge back onto the mainland, leaving the mile-long stretch of Ocean City behind you for the rest of the evening. It served as the perfect reset for your soul after what you had endured throughout the last few hours of the day.

Your ever-growing collection of cassette tapes piled onto your passenger seat gave a chance for you to distract yourself, and you popped in and rotated through your favorites while you made the short drive back to your new place.

It was modest given your tight budget on a waitress’s salary, but you were more than thankful you found your wonderful roommate, Cindy. You had only arrived here less than a week ago with your small hatchback bursting beyond its capacity with the majority of your belongings.

When you were away from the crowded city that was usually packed with tourists, the area around here was quite peaceful and serene. The coastal farmland that stretched with fields of corn and soybeans remained relatively quiet and untouched throughout the seasons. After driving a couple of miles inland, you turned the Pinto off the back road and onto a gravel drive leading to your house.

The tiny bungalow you shared with her was tucked away close to the inlet shoreline, only about a quarter-mile out from the bay. The thick covering of trees created a sense of privacy but still allowed you to peek out and see the view of the water.

The very faded canary-yellow paint of the house had begun to chip away over the years, reflecting its age and wear. It had been paired with cornflower-blue shutters that framed the few windows, giving the home a certain charm that you didn’t find back in the suburbs of your hometown. You immediately fell in love the moment you laid your eyes on it as if everything had been aligned perfectly for you.

With the help of other roommates throughout the last few years, Cindy had done a decent job at keeping up with most of the maintenance of the property. Although the stained white railing that lined the small front porch needed a thorough scrubbing, she had added her own little touch by scattering a few flower pots that contained blooming marigolds in a variety of colors. An American flag was fastened to the banister, flapping away with the warm breeze rolling off the bay.

You let out a sigh of relief when you didn’t spot Cindy’s car parked in its usual spot in the driveway, because when you cut the engine, all emotional and mental fatigue of the afternoon had found its way to your muscles, making you wince from pain as you crawled out of your car. At this point, you only wanted to shower and crawl right into bed and forget about everything that had happened.

It was upsetting that you allowed someone to speak to you the way that Jake had, especially with everything you should have said back to him playing in your mind on repeat during your drive home. A part of you just wanted to believe that he was simply a horrible person, someone that you should never give a second thought from here on out. Yet, somewhere tucked away in your heart, you believed there was something in the way he looked at you that said otherwise.

How could he be so different from Josh?

Twins. Two brothers who shared the same upbringing and parents were taught the same morals, and even experienced most of the same life events. You wracked your brain for an explanation but came up empty-handed. Josh radiated positivity and energy, welcoming you with such an overwhelming friendliness, comforting you when he could have easily shrugged you off.

The sudden shift in thoughts back to Josh made your stomach flip into knots with unease. That was another thing about your day you could have never anticipated. It was your first day on the job, and you were already crushing on a coworker.

How professional.

You doubted yourself, thinking these new feelings were simply due to him being the first person who showed you genuine kindness and respect in an unfamiliar environment. That’s what you tried to tell yourself as you metaphorically stomped the embers out before they had a chance to catch.

While you tried to convince yourself that the fluttery feeling in your chest was nothing more than your delusions, the small piece of scrap paper with Josh’s number was beginning to burn a hole inside the small green fanny pack that was still hitched around your waist. You stood in the kitchen, replaying the interaction you had with him over and over in your mind while you poured yourself a glass of sweet tea from the fridge.

Its mere existence would destroy any chance for you to decompress, causing your anxiousness to churn in the pit of your stomach, knowing if you blew him off tonight he wouldn’t let you hear the end of it tomorrow. If you did decide to go, you would possibly run into Jake and relive everything that went horribly wrong today, and dealing with him made you feel like a timid dog with its tail tucked shamefully between your legs.

You dug it out of the tiny bag, carefully smoothing out the wrinkled paper with your fingertips. You mouthed the digits as you read them, smiling at the little doodle of a sun at the bottom. You placed it onto the center of the counter and stood back as if it contained some supernatural ability to suck you in.

You weren’t sure how long you had been pacing aimlessly within the confines of the tiny kitchen when you heard the familiar crunching of a vehicle’s tires rolling over the gravel outside. You peeked out the front window to see Cindy making her way into the house with two large brown paper bags in her arms.

“Hey!” she chimed in her usual cheerful voice while coming through the front entrance, kicking the door closed behind her with her foot.

“Hey!” You called back, trying to match her upbeat tone with your greeting. “What’s in the bags?” You tipped your chin to gesture at the two brown paper bags as she sat them down on the avocado-green Formica countertop.

Despite her petite frame, she was able to carry in the bulky groceries with ease. She was dressed in her uniform that was similar to yours, a baby blue t-shirt with a fish printed across the front and khaki shorts. She was effortlessly pretty with her natural, sandy-blonde hair pulled up in a ponytail with one of her pink scrunchies. You were envious of how the sun had kissed her tan skin with a perfect dusting of tiny freckles across the bridge of her nose and cheeks.

“I was driving from work and stopped by that one produce stand on the way home. I couldn’t let it go when you said you’ve never tried the sweet corn here, so I just had to get some. I swear, it’s like the yummiest thing ever. A little bit of butter, and a sprinkle of salt and you have perfection.” She rambled on while pulling out several ears of corn that were still covered in their husks. She looked over her shoulder as you made your way around the island. “Have any plans tonight?”

For a moment you considered sharing Josh’s bonfire invitation, but because you were still undecided about it, and realizing she was the kind of friend that would drag you out of the house from the idea of having a night out, you stayed tight-lipped.

You shook your head through a yawn, “I don’t think so. I’ll probably just go to bed early. It’s been a pretty rough day.”

“Oh my god!” Cindy gasped and threw her palm over her open mouth with eyes widened in guilt. “I totally forgot it was your first day! How did it go?! What happened?”

“Honestly, it started fine for the first day. It was the usual training stuff, but one of the bartenders was really rude to me all day for some reason,” you explained, stacking the ears of corn on themselves as she pulled them out of the bag.

Her maintained brows pulled together, causing a tiny crease to form between them when she asked, “Who?”

“I forgot you told me you know everybody around here,” you chuckled, picking at the stringy bits of corn husk that have started to litter the countertop.

A smug grin tugged at her mouth. “That I do, but I also go to Queen’s Anchor a lot with the girls, so I probably know who you’re talking about.”

You hesitated giving up the information but the wiggling of her brows in anticipation of your answer made you finally give in, “Jake.”

She stopped pulling the fresh produce out of the bag, freezing her movements to look right at you. “Jake Kiszka?”

“That’s the one.” You shrugged, but still noted her strange reaction and the way she said his name. “You know him?”

She paused in silence for a few seconds before her dark brows in a confused expression, clearly not believing what you said. “Yeah…but he was rude to you?”

“Like, exceptionally.” You physically cringed at those encounters that were playing in your mind. A shudder rolled through you when you thought about how he reprimanded you in front of everyone.

“That’s very weird considering he practically flirts with every woman on the planet,” Cindy snorted loudly. After emptying the paper bags, she neatly folded them up and tucked them underneath the sink cabinet.

“Oh, don’t worry. I got to see that too. In rea-time,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes to fully express the day’s frustration to her. You followed it with a deflated sigh, “I guess there’s something about me that’s incredibly off-putting.”

She reached into the cabinet for a glass, muffling the sound of her voice behind the wooden door, “Hey! You know that’s not true. It’s not your fault he’s a total idiot.” You watched as she meandered over to the fridge to retrieve an ice tray. “Maybe you can do him a favor and pull that stick out of his ass.”

“I’m sure he’d tell me I was doing it wrong,” you muttered under your breath with a heavy roll of your eyes.

“Sounds about right,” she giggled as she walked towards you with glass in hand, but her eyes locked onto the folded piece of scrap paper laying on the counter. Picking it up, she asked, “What’s this?”

“The guy I trained with today gave me his number,” you explained, hoping it would shift the topic of conversation from Jake. “He invited me out to a bonfire tonight.”

She nearly squealed in excitement before you could finish your sentence, “You should go! It would be great for you to get out of here for the night. Summer only lasts so long, ya know.”

She was right. Summer would pass quickly before you knew it, and the last thing you wanted was to spend it all working and staying at home.

You considered it, tossing the idea around in your head. “Yeah, I guess. I’m not sure if I should though.”

Something in her eyes flickered when she remembered to ask for a vital piece of information. “Wait… who’s the guy you trained with?”

“Josh,” you blurted out without a second thought.

“Kiszka?!”

You were taken aback by her sudden outburst. “Is there something wrong?”

“No! No, not at all, I mean…you should totally still go tonight…” She trailed off, picking at the polish on her nails, making it obvious she was holding something back.

“Cindy-“ you pressed.

“It’s really nothing. Just-“ She did that same awkward pause when she heard about Jake. She brushed her fingers through her teased bangs while huffing out a sigh, “Be careful with him.“

The warning didn’t seem to match, and you thought she might have mixed him up with someone else. You played along to hear her out from your curiosity. “How come?”

She didn’t answer right away, as if searching for the right words. “Uhh… It’s just that he’s a bit of a flirt as well. I don’t want you to get your hopes up.”

You wondered what he could have done to give that impression to her, but at the same time, her saying that about Josh didn’t surprise you from how he seemed to be based on your short time spent together today. He was undoubtedly charming, and to most people, definitely flirtatious. Although he didn’t seem the type to play women, you could never be too sure.

You quickly interjected, brushing away the thought, “No, no. I think it's just a friend thing. I don’t think he’s interested in me like that anyway.”

Her brows were still drawn together in a look of worry as she attempted to gauge your reaction, searching for anything that might be off. “Are you sure?”

“Cindy, I just met him a few hours ago.”

She shifted into her usual relaxed, cheerful demeanor - maybe to backpedal the whole exchange in fear that she might have upset you. “He is cute… I was just curious.”

“I know you’re curious. I think you know more about everyone in this town than anyone I will ever meet,” you laughed, but you were having a hard time shaking the things she said. “I’m not sure if I should even go now,” you mumbled quietly, shifting uncomfortably to stand on your feet.

“No, you should go! I really didn’t mean to freak you out. If it's a friend thing it's not a big deal, right?” She handed the piece of paper that was sitting on the counter back to you. “Seriously, give him a call.”

You chewed on your lip anxiously. “I don’t know…“

“Give him a call or I’m going to drag you there myself.”

For over an hour, Cindy had gossiped about her job with you, falling right back into the familiar banter you have grown to enjoy through the past week of getting to know her. Yet the feeling like she was hiding something about Josh had snuck away to the corner of your mind. Sensing your apprehension about spending time with him, she insisted a few more times that everything was fine and she had overreacted.

After dealing with her persistent nagging, you eventually got the courage to make the call. You were careful with dialing the numbers as you pushed the plastic buttons, slow and precise to ensure you didn’t make a single error. Holding it up to your ear, you heard it ring and ring. By the fourth ring, someone had finally picked up.

A raspy voice answered, “Hello?”

You hesitated for a moment, contemplating just hanging the phone up altogether. “Hey, Josh?”

“Yeah? Who’s this?”

So he didn’t recognize you over the phone by voice alone.

“The girl you trained today.”

“Who?” He asked in a groggy voice, sounding like he had woken from a long nap.

Great. He had already forgotten you.

Letting out a deep frustrated sigh, you gave in to using his ridiculous nickname bestowed upon you, “It’s Greenie, Josh.”

“OH! Greenie! So are you coming tonight?!” You almost had to pull the phone away from your ear from the sudden raise in the volume of his voice.

Even though you were calling him, you were still hedging your bets with everything, preparing yourself to tell him you weren’t going to make it. You were making this call as a courtesy to tell him not to hold out his plans for you, but maybe you wanted to know if he still would try to convince you to go. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea…”

“Come on! You’ll have a blast. I promise.” He was already tugging at the strings of your heart with that saccharine-sweet voice of his. He could probably convince you of anything if he really tried.

“I don’t know. I won’t know anybody but you.”

A breathy laugh scratched its way through the line. “You say that like it's a bad thing.”

“Josh!”

“Okay, okay. I’m just saying it will be great, and you’ll get to meet everyone too. I’ll make it worth it to you, okay?”

You chewed on your lip again, and that fluttery feeling in your stomach returned. “Okay. You promise?”

“I pinky-swear.”

“You can’t pinky-swear over the phone.”

“Just give me your fucking address, Greenie!” He laughed into the receiver.

You had successfully won you over, and you gave up your address to have him tell you he would pick you up in about an hour from now. Cindy had gotten ready to spend the evening bar-hopping with some of her girlfriends. She wished you luck as she walked out the door, demanding that you let her know how everything went when you got home.

Knowing Josh had already seen you in your work attire, you weren’t going to bother stressing out about your looks or outfit. What you desperately needed was a hot shower and a change of clothes. It was quick, only really out of the necessity of washing off the sweat and restaurant funk from your job off your body. Knowing you’ll be by the ocean, you threw on one of your basic swimsuits and covered it with a pair of cotton shorts and a simple t-shirt.

Looking into the bathroom mirror, you were thankful that recent sun exposure in the last few days blessed you with more of a tanned glow than usual. You only applied a thin coat of mascara to your lashes and a sweep of pink blusher across your cheeks.

You did your best not to pace anxiously around the house in anticipation knowing you had about twenty minutes to spare - if Josh happened to be here on time. You flipped on the radio and decided to kill the extra time by cleaning up the dirty dishes that were piling up in the sink and tidying up the living space.

A white ‘77 Jeep Wrangler pulled into the drive almost thirty minutes past the original time Josh had given you over the phone. The soft top had been pulled down, leaving you with the view of him waving frantically from the driver’s seat. He added the touch of a few impatient honks to signal his arrival.

You scrambled around to gather your things, locked up the house, and ran over to greet him as he idled behind the Pinto. In any other circumstance, you might have been annoyed at someone running as late as he had, but the way his smile beamed at you made you forget the inconvenience.

“You’re late.” You popped the door handle and crawled into the Jeep.

He ignored your scolding, and quipped back, “We’re on beach time, baby.” He had his aviators pulled down over his eyes, and was still dressed in a similar white t-shirt and shorts combination like he had earlier in the day, matching your choice of outfit as well.

You settled into the seat, grumbling, “You’re so corny. I’m pretty sure only retired old people say things like that.”

He shifted into reverse, and with a hand behind your headrest, he replied in his usual soft, warm tone, “You could learn a lot from them, darling. Seems like they might have stuff figured out.”

When Josh took a left instead of a right turn- which would have led you both back into Ocean City- you asked, “We aren’t going back into the city?”

“No, Greenie, we would be arrested within five minutes if we had a bonfire on the beach there,” Josh chuckled.

“Oh, right. Where are we going then?”

“Assateague.” He looked over and asked, “Been there?”

You shook your head. “No, I don't think so.” The name seemed kind of familiar to you, but it had been years since your family had brought you to this area for vacation.

“It’s not far from here. It's just a bit south of Ocean City. The park is normally closed off for campers but my younger brother, Sam, usually comes in clutch for us when he dates one of the lifeguards each summer.”

“That seems hella convenient for you guys.”

A grimace flashes on his face before he continues, “Usually it all works out until they figure out he’s dating another girl at the same time. Let’s just say we’ve learned to take advantage when we have it.”

Fantastic. Another Kiszka brother that was a flirt with women.

“Why don’t you date a lifeguard?” You teased, curious and nervous about the potential answer. He only laughed again at your question, so you add, “Have you?”

This made him break his view on the road to look at you, and he flashed another one of his playful winks. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Josh calling you out made you flush hot with embarrassment, and you wondered to yourself why you had even asked in the first place.

Would you have been jealous if he had said yes?

You just decided to let his question linger in the air between you in an attempt to save some of your dignity. Thankfully, he didn’t let you sit in the tension for too long before blurting out with his tone more serious than you’ve heard yet, “Oh! Just giving you a head’s up. And trust me on this one. Do not, I repeat, do not go up to the horses.”

You huffed out a breath of laughter, “Horses?”

“Yeah. There are wild ponies that live on the island, and speaking from experience-“ he paused to laugh as he shook his head while reminiscing back on a memory. “Let's just say that you do not want to be drunk and decide to pet them. It did not end very well.”

“Sounds to me like you’re a dumbass,” you giggled to yourself and let the image of him being chased by a very angry horse on the beach play in your mind.

You look over to see that crooked smile of his. “You have no idea.”

As much as you wanted to play this game and avoid the topic, it had continued to eat away in the back of your mind. “So what happened with you and Jake today?”

“Oh...nothing really,” Josh mumbled and you witnessed his body instantly tensing up as if you just flipped an internal switch.

“Nothing?” Guilt instantly settled in your gut. You hated thinking that you started a feud between the twin brothers.

“Yeah, nothing that you need to worry about or stress over, Greenie.” When he glanced over for a second and saw your frustrated expression, he quickly reassured you, “I promise. Just try and enjoy tonight and not think about him, okay?”

You accepted his words and just nodded in response, staring out to watch the scenery as the sunset was casting over in its final moments of the day. Both of you continued the drive in the few minutes of silence with the radio's volume set just above a low hum until “Raspberry Beret” started playing on the station. Josh gasped and immediately turned the knob so the music was blasting out of the speakers.

The once tense atmosphere between the two of you quickly dissipated when Josh started to sing along, tapping the fingers of his left hand on the Jeep’s steering wheel. He would break away from watching the road to look at you, with that massive, goofy grin plastered across his face. Your giggles only fueled his antics more. He would take his hand off the shifter to wave it around in animated movements in unison with the little dancing in his seat while he sang along. He would even point to you in an attempt to get you to join him during the duet portion of the song.

Through the fit of laughter, you asked, “You like Prince?”

He held up his index finger, warning you, “Be careful. I’ve been known to seduce women with “When Doves Cry”.”

“So I’ve been told,” you nudged his shoulder playfully with the taunt.

It was almost like his ear pricked up to make sure he heard you correctly. “From who? Was it Kat?”

“No. Cindy, my roommate,” you corrected him, and the things she mentioned before you left started to pop into the forefront of your mind again. You shook off the concern with a laugh and a side glance at him. “What’s this about Kat?”

“I plead the fifth, your honor,” he lifted his right hand from the shifter once more up in the air to mimic taking the oath.

“You would,” you teased him, shaking your head in faux disapproval.

“What did she say about me?” He asked, keeping his voice light and casual, but ultimately allowing his curiosity to peek its way through.

“Cindy? All she told me was that I need to be careful with you because you liked to-' You caught yourself before you were about to admit the rest of Cindy’s warning to you. You didn’t want to dampen the evening by making Josh uncomfortable or implying that you were even a little interested in him. “You know what? Don’t worry about it.”

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The sun had almost completely set on the horizon as you crossed over the bridge from the mainland onto the small island. Josh pulled the Jeep off onto a hidden dirt path that was tucked away from the main entrance to the campgrounds. It was out of reach from the public, offering the seclusion they needed. It didn’t take long for you to see the orange-red glow from the flames of the bonfire up over the sand dunes and the hum of drunken voices from the group of people already on the beach.

After cutting the engine, Josh quickly hopped out and started towards the crowd, almost too eager to wait for you by the car. He looked back towards you with a shit-eating grin, “Come on, Greenie!”

“Josh, wait up!” You shouted after him, kicking off your shoes as soon as you hit the soft sand. His strides seemed effortless as he made his way down the dunes to greet everyone that had already arrived. You fell back behind him, holding the sandals in your hands as you closed the short distance, thankful the sand had cooled off considerably since the hot afternoon.

The initial concoction of nerves that made your stomach do nauseous flips when you got here started to slowly subside as you took in the scene around you. Music was playing on the radio from a small boombox someone had brought along. People were gathered around the roaring fire, perched up on folding beach chairs, blankets, and a collection of plastic coolers. Muffled conversations were intertwined with the dull lapping of waves hitting the surf, allowing you to set your mind at ease.

Josh made sure to introduce you to the group the best he could, sometimes getting distracted from being pulled into other conversations. It left you alone to fill in the interactions with strangers with the standard small talk. In reality, you were out of your comfort zone, and after a while of pushing through the initial awkwardness, you ended up sitting by yourself on one of the large coolers placed around the bonfire.

You had a feeling that this exact thing would happen, but at least Jake didn’t seem to be here yet. You didn’t feel any anger at Josh for not giving you his full attention, but rather you were more frustrated with yourself at not being able to mesh right into his inner circle of friends right away.

You spent the time alone either watching the fire in front of you or studying how the moonlight danced across the ocean waves. You even considered for a moment that you should take off from the group to walk along the shore to look for shells, waiting for when Josh was ready to take you back home.

That’s when you spotted two young men walking along the shore holding surfboards under their arms as they approached the rest of the group. You assumed they came straight from the water, as they were still dripping seawater with a coating of wet sand sticking to their feet and legs.

One of the guys broke off running, dropping his board at his feet to tackle an unsuspecting Josh into the sand, sending them both tumbling over into a pile of limbs. Fits of laughter were broken up with a string of curses and grunts from the both of them as they wrestled on the beach.

The other man had long, jet-black hair that started to curl as it began drying in the summer air. He was slightly taller than the first with broader shoulder muscles that flexed as he stuck the board upright into the sand.

He greeted a few people as they approached him, either with a friendly smack on the shoulder or bumping fists together. At first, watching the simple interactions from the distance warmed your heart. It also made you ache with the reality that you were alone out here, and the realization that you’re far away from your childhood home set in more than ever. You envied the closeness they developed, even with the strangers around them.

Even throughout childhood, you always struggled to make close bonds with people at home or even when you were older in college. It seemed to come second nature to the people here. It could have been due to working together through the summer seasons here, or maybe building friendships just came more naturally to them. Even with new scenery in your life now, you still felt like the odd one benched on the sidelines looking in.

“Jake’s new girl?” The male voice pulled you from the mental fog of your daydreaming. Your eyes refocused on the man with the dark curly hair that had come in from surfing in the ocean.

It took you a moment for your brain to catch up to his question. He had given you a friendly, warm smile while your brain took a few seconds to process what he had said while he started drying off with a towel.

You caught a glimpse of Jake walking past with a blonde woman he flirted with hours beforehand at the restaurant. She had her arm wrapped around his waist, giggling away at something he must’ve said. He has dressed in a pair of light-wash worn denim jeans rolled up at the ankle, paired with another button-up shirt that was mostly opened to reveal his chest. His long hair wasn’t pulled back in the loose bun he had sported at work earlier, but instead, it was worn down with a pair of black Ray-Ban’s sitting on the top of his head.

“Oh god, no.” you scoffed loudly, shaking your head so violently at the idea that his smile shifted into a confused look, but for only a second before it returned to a friendly expression.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to assume.” He lifted his hands in defense. “It’s just that usually when there is a new face around here, it's because of him,” he explained while draping the damp towel over the back of one of the beach chairs behind him.

“That’s funny because I don’t think he could hate me any more than he does,” you mumbled to yourself, trying hard not to wince while you replayed the harsh words Jake said to you earlier in the day.

“I don’t think I believe that.” He brushed you off with a lazy wave, but when you gave him a pained expression, he added, “But if that’s true, he’s missing out because I really can’t imagine how anyone could hate you.”

“Maybe you should ask him.” You pointed a finger behind him, gesturing to Jake introducing the woman he had brought around the group.

“Hmm.” He clicked his tongue without even glancing over his shoulder. “I’d rather not. I’m enjoying talking to you way more,” he hummed softly while popping the plastic lid to dig around the cooler, grabbing two bottles from the melting ice. He offered one of them to you. “Can’t buy you a drink, so this is the best I can do for now.”

“Thanks!” You smiled at the offer and reached out to grab the beer, but he quickly pulled it back.

“Hold up.” He leaned over and popped the metal cap on the lid of the cooler with a smack of his palm. He handed the beer back to you, looking around to find the man who brought you here. “So you’re not with Jake, but what about Josh?”

“No, no. It’s not like that!” You insisted in a voice louder than you expected, protesting the idea for a second time tonight.

Did it really appear to people that this was a date?

“You sure?” He tipped his chin in the direction behind you, making you turn your head around. It was clear he was hinting at Josh, who was looking at you while immersed in a conversation with someone beside him. He smiled when you made eye contact before turning away to respond to the person.

You spun back to the man that offered you the beer. “Maybe he just has a staring problem.”

He flashed you a smile that edged the line of just being friendly. “I don’t blame him.”

“So do you flirt with every girl as soon as you meet them?” You teased, letting a smile form as you brought the lip of the glass bottle to your lips. He took the chance and decided to sit next to you on the cooler close enough that your knees were barely touching.

“No, just the pretty ones,” he whispered while leaning in, closing the already short distance to only a few inches between you. His smoky-brown eyes, framed with long, dark lashes, looked right into yours. His blatant interest in you should have scared you off running in the other direction, but there was something so calming and inviting about him. The brief, intimate moment you were sharing was quickly interrupted when someone cut in.

“I see you’ve met Daniel.”

You both looked up to see the same man who had tackled Josh, standing before you while he tried to catch his breath from the exertion of fighting around in the sand. Now that you got to see him up close, you noted how young he looked with the features of his face holding onto their boyish youthfulness. He extended out an open hand, one that was covered in gritty sand, and introduced himself, “Hey, I’m Sam, the youngest and clearly the most handsome and undeniably charming Kiszka brother.”

Daniel cleared his throat and rolled his eyes, “Thanks, Sam.“ His expression returned to a much softer one meant for you. “And just Danny is fine.”

You offered your name and nodded in response, taking Sam’s hand in your own for a loose handshake. Brushing the sand off your fingers and on your leg, you asked, “You’re Josh and Jake’s brother?”

“I am! How long have you known them for?” He reached and pulled out the towel Danny had used and started drying off his hair which was now tangled and caked in sand.

“Just met them today, actually. I started-“

“Hey, Daniel. Can you help me with this cooler?” Jake’s voice cut through the air unexpectedly, interrupting another one of your thoughts - something he seemed to be an expert at. His tone and body language were direct and stiff, coming across as almost upset about something Danny might have done.

“Sure, man.” Danny glanced back at you, revealing another confused look on his face before letting a heavy sigh escape his chest as he stood up to his feet again. Jake waited for him with arms crossed over his chest while standing across the other side of the bonfire and made sure to avoid looking at you the entire time. Danny gave you a reassuring smile.“I’ll be right back.”

In his friend’s short absence, Sam filled you in on some details of the relationship between him and his older brothers. You were tempted to pry further, but he didn’t get the chance to get far in conversation before a girl came running up from behind and pulled him into a tight, intimate hug. Based on what Josh had told you earlier, and the recognizable red bathing suit peeking out from underneath her clothes, you assumed she was one of the lifeguards that would find himself involved with.

As they stayed locked in their embrace while exchanging kisses and affectionate touches with each other, you averted your eyes only to see Jake and Danny walking back over the dunes with another large cooler. After dropping the heavy container in the sand, Jake made his way back over to sit next to the woman he brought along. Danny grabbed another ice-cold beer and started to join in the drunken chatter with the others. You couldn’t hide the soured expression on your face when it seemed like he was now ignoring you. He hadn’t even bothered to look at you once since he came back to the group with Jake.

What did Jake say to him?

You swallowed back the negative feeling aching in your chest, convincing yourself that the drastic change in his demeanor was nothing to be concerned about. You knew that you could be in your head about these things as overthinking tended to be one of your bad habits throughout your life. You shook off any intrusive thoughts, summing it up to him catching up with buddies and he had only given you a friendly introduction before.

Throughout different points in the night, Josh dropped in to check on you when he could break away from the others, usually with another beer in his hand reserved just for you. Through your quiet observations, you quickly learned that many people within the group knew each other through working in the many restaurants that lined the beachfront area. It was a small community and coming here together after working their shifts like this was their sacred ritual.

It would take a little more time spent together to feel genuinely included in the tight-knit group, but you could tell that they truly welcomed you with open arms. You still held out for Danny to come around again, especially after having an exchange that you would consider an interest in you, but he never made his way back over to talk to you again.

Thankfully, the rest of the night progressed smoothly without any other confrontations or issues, and you made an effort to stay clear out of Jake’s path. Much to your luck, he had been too preoccupied with the blonde under his arm to even really notice your presence, and he didn’t make a point to acknowledge you in any way. It was only when you were close enough within earshot, that you learned that her name was Jenny and that she was only visiting for the week on vacation.

From a first impression standpoint, she seemed decently friendly from what you could tell given that you were never properly introduced to each other. She was young and flirty, vibrant with bubbly energy, and perhaps even a bit naive to everything around her. There was a fiery determination in her to have as much fun as possible, living freely through life without responsibilities, and she clung onto Jake as if the experience depended on it. You could have been envious of it, letting yourself wonder if she thought Jake would call her when she finally went back home after her vacation had ended. In hindsight, it might have been a conniving thought, but you smiled to yourself whenever she commented “you would love this” about her life back home when talking to him. His responses usually consisted of a single nod or hum at the sentiment, letting her carry on with her rambling as the hours passed by.

As the beers continued to flow through into the late hours of the evening, the once high level of energy started to shift as drunken conversations slowly dragged on.

“Is this all you guys do out here?” You asked no one in particular, but it was Josh, who was laying out on a beach blanket looking up at the night sky, that answered your question.

“What do you mean?” He asked with a rasp to his voice that stitched seamlessly into the crackling embers of the bonfire.

“I just figured there’d be like a party game or something,” you huffed out after finishing the last sip of warm beer from a bottle that had its label picked off completely out of boredom.

“What, like ‘Truth or Dare’?” He chuckled as he started to prop up himself on his elbows, giving you a better view of his face. The image of him in the flickering light from the fire casting over his tanned skin, making the apples of his cheeks glow in the orange flame, almost made you lose your thought completely.

“I was thinking of a game more like beer pong-“

“Did someone say ‘Truth or Dare’?!” Sam shouted over everyone else, scrambling to his feet with beaming excitement when he caught wind of the idea. You weren’t sure how much he had to drink but it was becoming obvious that the amount was starting to catch up to him. His unbridled enthusiasm was unfortunately only met with a few groans and verbal protests to the idea.

“Sam, what are we? Ten years old?” Jake mocked with bitter distaste and judgment, finally adding input to the group’s conversation for the first time this evening.

“Shut up, Jake. You are never any fun,” Sam snapped, letting the last few words slur together while waving a hand to dismiss his older brother’s judgmental remarks.

With everyone eventually giving in, Sam started the game off by going around the group, and nearly everyone chose the option “truth” which put a significant lull in the excitement that Sam was biting for. One of the guys who was feeling brave chose the other option and was dared by the others to strip naked and run nude into the freezing, cold ocean. The moment of cheers and clapping was only followed by another round of “truths”, causing Sam to feel incredibly impatient.

When you followed around the circle listening to people spill their secrets, your eyes fell on Jenny sitting across Jake’s lap while they snuggled together on the beach chair. They were both unbothered without a shred of concern with the game the majority of you got roped into playing.

He was busy trailing his fingers across her tanned skin, studying her reaction with each languid stroke of his hand up and down her arm. He let them slip effortlessly under the tiny strap of her swimsuit that rested on her shoulder in an attempt to grab her undivided attention. You watched as they stared into each other's eyes. She giggled when he tugged playfully at the thin strap, and the gasp that was just barely above a whisper leaving her lips when he released it to snap against her. He tipped the bridge of his nose into the crook of her neck while tracing his fingertips across the area right above the hem of her top, dancing teasingly along the exposed, bare skin.

You knew it was something you shouldn’t stare at, but you just weren’t able to avert your eyes even if you tried. You just weren’t sure why the sight of them like this elicited these uncomfortable feelings inside you.

Was it Jealousy? Disgust? Were you just upset that he didn’t reveal the sensitive side that he was showing her? Or was it because you wanted to be her?

The latter made you physically shudder and you scrambled to bury the thought as quickly as it entered your mind.

It was when he broke away and looked directly at you - with the darkness of his pupils boring deeply into yours - and tilted his head and bit into the soft skin of her jawline below her ear that made you realize he wanted you to see this. You just couldn’t comprehend the reason behind all of it. She let out a whiny moan, quiet enough so no one else could hear her if they weren’t paying attention. You froze, and threw your eyes to the sand knowing that you were caught red-handed.

“Come on, guys! Someone needs to pick ‘Dare’ already!” Sam’s pleas were the thing to save you from having to watch the scene before you any longer. He made eye-contact and shouted your name while pointing an index finger towards you.

You aggressively shook your head, bringing up your hands in protest. “I don't think so. I’m probably going to sit this one out, guys.”

“Please! It will be fun!” He clasped his hands together at his chest in his act of shameless begging.

With everyone’s eyes honed in on you, and with his pleading eyes, you eventually gave in. “Okay, Sam. Just one.” He cheered in victory with winning you over, and pondered for way longer than he should have for a dare to your turn in the game.

“I think she should kiss Josh.” Kat’s taunting voice cut through the silence, and she darted her eyes back and forth between you and Josh to gauge your reaction.

You hadn’t spoken a word to her since you arrived, mostly due to the fact it was obvious that she wasn’t a fan of yours. Her suggestion was laced with the same disapproval and judgment towards you earlier that day when you first met. It was also clear, like it was written upping her forehead that this was not said with the best of intentions as she pulled her lips into a devilish, cocky grin.

“No, no. Greenie, you don't have to listen to them. Seriously.” Josh insisted as he suddenly brought himself to a sitting position on the blanket spread out across the sand.

Sam whooped and hollered, drowning out Josh’s voice entirely. “She totally should! This is great!” His glazed eyes found you. “Greenie, I dare you,” he teased, using Josh’s nickname through his slurred speech.

“Greenie-“ Josh tried to interject one more time with his brows pulled up in concern.

“No, it’s fine,” you insisted through a weak smile, not entirely sure what motivated the decision you were about to make. This was all meant to be an embarrassment for you, but you didn’t want to give anyone, especially Kat, the satisfaction of bailing out.

Any inhibitions you could have had were pushed right off to the side as you stumbled from your sitting position on the cooler to close the distance between Josh and yourself. Your clumsiness did not fail to show its face when you suddenly caught your foot over something piled in the sand in front of him. You tumbled and fell forward faster than you had anticipated and instinctively reached out to brace yourself on his shoulders.

Thankfully, he was able to catch you in his open arms and steadied your body over his. Feeling more bold in your slightly drunken state - and without another second of hesitation, you smashed your lips harshly against his. Thinking back, it probably should have been a chaste, friendly kiss, because you must have surprised him with how he instantly froze underneath you. His hands stayed wrapped around your upper arms from when you fell into him.

Josh pulled back slightly leaving only enough space to smile against your lips and let a soft giggle bounce in his throat. He slowly trailed his open hands up your arms, over the tops of your bare shoulders to finally wrap around the back of your neck. He guided you back into the kiss, making you melt effortlessly into him as his lips brushed gently across yours. Every movement he made was feather-light and almost calculated with a calm steadiness to test these uncharted waters with you.

If it wasn’t for every single one of your senses being completely focused solely on Josh, you might have noticed that everyone was sitting around the both of you in silence, if not total shock. They had only expected a quick, maybe even slightly awkward peck between the two of you. If you were to look back on the experience, you might admit that you probably had forgotten their existence altogether.

You were simply too immersed in how his slender fingers weaved delicately through your hair to pull you into him tighter than before. With your own hands placed firmly on his chest, you started to feel his breathing shake with each ragged exhale of his lungs under your palms. He must have been sharing the same amount of bravery when he flicked his tongue across your lip in an act of asking permission. You were quick to grant it to him, opening your mouth slightly with the invitation.

It had been too long since you had shared anything remotely similar to this with anyone, and you wished you could live in this moment forever. He let out a desperate moan into you as soon as your tongue danced across his. You melted into it, finding everything about Josh to be warm and addicting. It enveloped you in every sense, from how he tasted to how his skin felt on your face as he brushed his thumbs across your flushed cheeks. It was delicate with a subtle sweetness, yet still containing the burning desire that made your heart flutter wildly in your chest.

You should have been embarrassed by how you straddled yourself on his lap while you dragged your hands up the length of his neck and through his hair. Maybe you should have been ashamed of your hungry desire when you instinctively tugged the loose curls through your fingers and pulled them from his scalp. The simple action had caused him to groan and nip at your bottom lip in response. The sharp sensation was enough to elicit a hiss through your teeth and make you pull away from him for the first time.

The break in contact gave you both the chance to catch your breath, and also allowed everyone else to finally react with them erupting in a mix of cheers and whistling that would make anyone blush a beet red hue.

The way Josh looked over you, combined with alcohol flowing through your system, made you giggle from the unexpected predicament you were now both in. He ignored everyone around you and let his half-lidded eyes drift slowly down the features of your face while he swept his thumb across your kiss-swollen bottom lip. He let his tongue peek out to wet his own lips as if he was reliving the memory of how you felt, or maybe the action was just out of wanting a little bit more of you.

He leaned forward so his lips brushed ever-so-slightly across the shell of your ear and whispered in a panting breath, “You’re pretty good at that.”

The intoxicating warmth of his breath fanning across your skin made a shudder roll through the length of your back. Despite the warm summer air and heat rolling off the bonfire next to you, goosebumps instantly formed on the surface of your skin. You leaned into it for a desperate chase for more. Before letting it all come to an end, he gave a final playful nip to your earlobe and leaned back on the blanket under him.

The commotion going on behind you catapulted you back into the reality of what just happened between you. You had made out with Josh for the first time within twenty-four hours of meeting him in front of everyone - in front of a group of people that you barely even knew. Hell, you couldn’t remember most of their names if you’d tried. You weren’t even entirely sure if you liked each other more than being friends.

The flood of overwhelming thoughts and feelings circling around in your clouded mind were nearly enough to ruin everything if it wasn’t for how Josh smiled at you. Everything about it was perfect, somehow easing the nerves and convincing you that everything was okay, but also leaving you with uncertainty of your situation.

Before you really had the chance to process any of it, your eyes flicked from his face and locked onto the silhouettes of two people standing off in the distance. After taking a second to focus your eyesight, you realized it was two men standing near the entrance of the dunes.

“Josh, who are those guys?” His expression dropped the second he heard the new panicked tone in your voice. You signaled with your eyes to look behind him, making him turn immediately.

It seemed like every muscle in his body tensed all at once when he saw them. You watched a heavy swallow bob low in his throat as you sat trapped in silence together until he scrambled to his feet. “Uh…hold on.”

“Are they cops?” You asked in a meek voice that let your anxiety and fear break through. You remembered that Josh implied during the drive that all of you really shouldn’t even be on this beach, and that being arrested for trespassing - something that was not on your summer checklist - was a very real possibility.

“No, no. I’ll take care of it. Just stay here, okay?” He shook his head, darting his eyes back and forth between you and the men off in the distance. The hint of stress now coating his voice did little to reassure you. You reached to grab his hand to stop him from leaving, but he patted your shoulder instead.

You looked around for anyone else to butt in, eventually locking eyes with Sam, but he only shrugged lazily in response. The only one that seemed to share any amount of concern with you was Jake.

He was also looking in the direction of the strange men, albeit still choosing to ignore you altogether. You followed his focus, and continued to watch in the distance as Josh caught up to them. He stood there for a few seconds and had the two men follow him back where the cars were parked, disappearing out of your line of sight.

You sat on the blanket for what was probably close to a half an hour, waiting for Josh to return to you. You were undeniably restless as you stared at the spot where Josh left, and if you had picked up the habit of nail biting in your past, they would have been chewed down to raw nubs at this point.

Everyone had shuffled along in an unbothered state as they started to pack up their belongings, working their way back to the lot with their coolers and chairs. Jake and Jenny were nowhere to be seen as they broke off from the group minutes beforehand.

You had concerns that Josh could have left you there stranded without a ride home. You didn’t think he would do it intentionally, but the obvious change in body language when he saw those men made the worry brew inside you.

Having had enough of waiting around, you grabbed your shoes and headed your way back towards the Jeep, praying under your breath that it was still sitting where Josh had left it. The surface of the beach felt quicksand with how your knees wobbled and ached with each exhausted step. When you were nearly off the beach, you were cursed with the sight of Jake and Jenny entangled together once again. This time however, Jake had ditched any subtlety, no longer teasing the idea to you.

He had her propped up with her back against the wooden stall of the shower that was used to hose off sand from the beach. One of his legs was slotted between hers, and you wanted to ignore how she grinded her hips against the top of her thigh. His hand was tugging the hair at the nape of her neck with the other grabbing her chin to pull her lips to his. She had hitched her knee around his waist with her arms locked around his shoulders. You grimaced as you saw his tongue slipping into her mouth, an action that had abandoned any sense of propriety.

The mess of hungry, sensual moans and desperate grabbing of hands that made you so sick to your stomach you could have vomited. Not wanting to witness another second, you shielded your face and walked by as quickly as you could hoping that they didn’t notice you. You were not willing to give him the pleasure of knowing how much it was affecting you.

You padded across the pavement, and a feeling of relief washed over you when you spotted the white Jeep parked in the same spot. When you approached the passenger side door you almost jumped out of your skin seeing Josh already sitting in the driver’s seat alone in the dark.

“Where have you been?!” You scolded, driving the frustration in your tone.

“Oh fuck!” You had startled him as well, making him flinch dramatically from the sound of your voice. “I’m sorry, Greenie. I didn’t mean to-“

When he turned to look at you, he swept his thumb and finger across his nose to wipe a wet streak of red that appeared to be blood from his face. “Oh my god! Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Just get nosebleeds sometimes,” he sniffled and wiped the drips of blood from his nose with the back of his hand and onto his shorts. It was so dark out that you couldn't really make out any of the details of his face, but you swore you saw his left cheek starting to swell.

“Josh…” You reached your hand out towards him, but for the first time he recoiled from the action.

“Greenie, it's nothing. I promise.” He shifted his body away from yours so he was looking away out the driver’s side to hide the injuries on his face.

“Was it those guys?” You kept your voice low and gentle, yet still direct. The thought of them hurting him made your heart drop from your chest, but you didn’t buy the random nosebleed excuse either.

“I said it was nothing, okay?!” He shouted with his fists clenched against his legs, making you jump back in your seat. This was the first time he raised his voice or showed any anger towards you. Stunned, you could only sit in silence and stare at your nervous hands.

His shoulders slumped in shame and guilt as he let out a frustrated sigh, “Hey, I’m sorry-“

“Josh, it’s fine. Just take me home.” It was the only thing you could mutter out without tears starting to well in your eyes.

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Heart Pirates Week 2023: Day 8: Hakugan: Broken

AO3 Day 8: Hakugan: Broken

Hakugan's family flew in from the deep north, more than a few islands across, along with the rest of the flock to spend winter in the warmer North Blue temperatures. There were only a few places in the North Blue warmer than the deepest north in winter, although not by much, but at least the geese could crack the ice on the water if they needed to forage, and it didn't always freeze over.

Young snow geese stayed with their parents for a year or two, and some days in the region were sunny, and it was fun for Hakugan to swim with his family in the lakes and along the rivers. Fun to pick at the harvested and unplanted rice fields for insects and grubs when the snow was light on the ground.

Others were hungry too though, and a splash in the water one day caused the flock to rise into the sky and cracks hollowed the air, leaving Hakugan's ears ringing with pain, and one, two, four, six of their members plummeted to the ground, red spreading across their feathers. His mother fell, but into the water. She paddled away.

They nested in a protected area, hunters should be nowhere near. Later he found her sheltered in an inlet, away from the eyes of park-goers and other wildlife. One wing flapped and she hopped across the water to Hakugan. She couldn't lift the other. The bullet had clipped the wing, and the fall had broken its bones.

Before he took up with the Hearts, Hakugan visited her every season. Unable to take to the skies, she waited for the flock's return year in, year out.

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The English Wikipedia page on Snow geese is a bit misleading, and not necessarily that informative above the distribution of Snow geese (Hakugan).

This is in translation, but from the Japanese Wikipedia: Hakugan is one of these type:

A. c. hyperboreus snow geese It breeds in northern Canada, Alaska , Wrangel Island , and eastern Siberia , and migrates southward to western North America to overwinter in the winter. They fly to Japan on rare occasions to spend the winter (winter birds).

I didn't realise that over-wintering in Japan was so rare. I used to see them often and it was always a delight to witness the flock arriving from their long journey. Therefore, considering Oda is Japanese, I view Hakugan as loosely related to Siberian snow geese that spend the winter in the North Blue/Tohoku/Hokkaido regions.

PS: I also read that the helmsman is traditionally a job held by the newest addition to a submarine crew, at least in the U.S. navy. Jean Bart had the position before (and probably still holds it), but I wonder if Hakugan joined after him.

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New Food Waste Grinder to optimize Pumping Throughput

Focused on improving the waste-handling capabilities of the food industry, animal processing, and related waste-handling facilities, Vogelsang USA is bringing its largest format grinding system, the RedUnit XRL260. Nicknamed “Big Red,” Vogelsang’s largest hopper-fed grinder to date is designed specifically to reduce large quantities of solid waste material quickly. The RedUnit XRL260 features two 50hp geared motors capable of handling up to 130 cubic yards of solid waste per hour (100 m3/h). The 5’ x 2’ inlet handles whole hogs and higher volumes of waste material. Existing installations have been able to increase throughput by 50-100% while reducing power consumption by as much as 50-60%. Notable installations have been: - Rendering plants: handling hogs, calves, and poultry – increased throughput by as much as 100% - Biowaste, Process, and Post-Consumer: This includes organic waste, scraps, pits, and tops, as well as post-consumer waste with metal and plastic—50% energy savings compared to a hammermill. - Slaughterhouse: bones innards, offal, skulls – lowered energy costs by 60%, increased protein output - Pet Food: handled pallet-sized frozen blocks of animal waste – increased throughput by 100%, easy feeding improved operations. Among the most notable features of the XRL260 is its side-entry maintenance design, specifically engineered to provide quick and safe access to the grinder's cutting elements. A “side flap” is easily opened to remove foreign objects, typically allowing one person to dismantle the one-piece cutting rotors. This ensures maximum uptime and quick, cost-effective maintenance. Operational features: - Lateral service hatches provide direct access to rotors to streamline maintenance and allow the easy removal of foreign bodies. - Elimination of elaborate clearing systems - Independent rotor direction and speed to adjust to any type of materials Part of the new service concept from Vogelsang: - Side panels easily lift up for removal of foreign bodies and maintenance. - Direct access to rotors with maintenance that can be done by only one person if necessary. - Ripper rotors can be easily removed for quick cleaning, ultimately extending the lifetime value of the machine https://news.vogelsang.info/en/redunit-xrl-260 Read the full article

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Wide Mouth Skimmer ABS for Liner Pool

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