#nano hazard

[shonen-flop]

Is this manga bad? Even we haven’t made up our mind until the end of the episode!

We and our guest Shen from Shen Comix discuss Shonen Jump+ manga Nano Hazard.

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#shen comix #nano hazard #manga #shonen manga #podcast #shonen jump #shonen flop #manga panel #shonen #anime

[carionto]

Geronimo!

Space suits have come a long way - near 1 to 1 articulation and haptic feedback, intuitive zero-g booster based movement, nano-clamps for spiderman-like grip in low/no gravity, and of course dozens of micro layers of protection against all know space radiation and other hazards. Plus a centimeter thick composite armor against sentient threats, with a "cocoon" mode to fully cover all joints and other normally more exposed parts, that renders the Human inside near impervious to most small arms, and even some heavier impacts.

To fully test the limits of protection you don't actually need to have a person inside, just plenty of sensors and a good understanding Human physiology and anatomy. The military, of course, does things a bit differently, as their suits are even tougher. They do have this half-half mode where you are mostly armor, but can still move, but more like the Terminator. Given it also boasts a powered exoskeleton between the armor and hazardous protection layers, soldiers can wield weapons other militaries typically mount on vehicles, so the metaphor is almost just a straight factual comparison.

Some, however, are still not satisfied, and are always seeking to extend the durability of their suits to beyond the extremes.

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Hilda Lavre was standing on the edge of the ship in low orbit. One hand gripping an outer handle while engaged in final diagnostics.

"Alright, Hilda, everything looks green on our end, how 'bout you?"

"Same green green. I'm good."

"Whenever you're ready then. There's some clouds in the way of the predicted path, might slow you down a bit. Wanna wait?"

"Nah, nah. I'll wing it."

After a seconds pause, Hilda let go of the handle and gently kicked off the side of the ship. She was now on a direct collision course with the Atlantic Ocean.

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(Thermals should start going up soon. I'm gonna turn on the external mic just a tad. There's just something about how the heat sounds scraping against the metal.

Oh, there it goes. Yellow, slowly getting to orange. Good.

Yea, that's a nice screech - burn that paint!

Halfway to red, altitude check. Already this close? Guess it'll be just shy of 80% tolerance.

Hehehehe, that means we can go for a bit faster next time. Cool.

Eh... wind without the heat just doesn't sound right, I'll turn it down to just barely audible. Something to keep me company.

Aaaand three.

Two.

One.)

SPLASH

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(It's dark. But I guess it was dark before...

before what though?

Well, that's okay.

This feels like a new kind of dark though.

There's the dark when you're alone in your room at night, all the lights are out.

Another kind is when you decide to get inside your brothers closet to scare him when he comes back from the kitchen. That's a fun kind of dark. (it's getting cold)

There's also the dark of being in an underground bunker during a storm. Then the power gets cut and all the exits are sealed. That's a... lonely kind of dark.

One time I was wandering the woods, and before I knew it, it was the middle of a moonless night, overcast too. Hiding out in an abandoned shed, without even the wind or animal sounds to let you know anything is out there. I didn't like that kind of dark at all. (It's really cold)

This dark though... I dunno. It's like I'm hiding out in my own closet. My shoulder is up against my winter jacket, feet are grazing those old sandals I swore to throw out two summers ago. But also, it's not my room. Or even my house. Why am I in my closet? How did it get here? Where even is here?

I feel sleepy.

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"Hey, hey! Hilda! Wake up!"

*grunting* "Ugh... shut, shut up Barry..."

"Gods, don't freak us out like that. You okay?"

"Depends. How high did it go go?"

*laughter* "Okay, [She's fine everyone] yeah, you're fine. 87 meters, new record."

"Hmm, I was aiming to to break 90."

"Well, those clouds nudged you a little off, you hit it at a 83 degree angle. Still, those other readings are nice. I'm pretty sure we can do a boosted fall next time."

"Yeah, I I think so too. I feel a little little cold, did something break on hit hit?"

"Not break, but the impact did jolt the subsystems a bit. Activated one of the sedative shots. I manually made your suit give you a wake up shot right as I noticed. You should be feeling the effects right about now."

"Mmhhmmm, oh yea. I'm feeling the kick kick now. We need to improve the kinetic tic dampeners. No good if if it puts you to sleep upon any hard enough nough impact."

"Yup. We're suspending any other jumps for the week until we get that fixed and implement some minor tweaks based on your jump once we analyze the telemetry further.

Okay, everyone! Good job today! Let's meet up next weekend and test these bad boys out. Let's aim for a 100 meter splash by the end of the year!"

*cheers and yeahs as Barry opens a mini fridge and everyone cracks open a cold one*

#humans are space orcs #humans are space australians #humans are space oddities #humans are deathworlders #humanity fuck yeah #carionto #sky diving #more like space diving #but whatever #also #don't know how I feel about giving her that... stutter? #I just randomly felt like trying out a speech impediment #hope I don't offend anyone with the way I presented it #I don't think I've seen how a stuttering character talks in text format #well #trying out new things

[silverskye13]

That xisuma fic was absolutely incredible! If you have any more specific headcanons about android!X I would love to hear them! The idea is amazing and you wrote it so well!

Hai-yo! I'm glad you liked the writing snippet! ^_^

Oh boy, headcanons. How dare you make me organize my thoughts! Let's see.

Android!X is a server that one day decided to stop running in the background. Where I think most of the hermits were "born" on a home world that they can return to, it's more like Xisuma goes into his own mind. Similarly, if someone were to plot a course in the universe to Xisuma's home world, they'd just end up standing in front of him. [I feel like this also means between seasons X just kinda floats like a spaceman in hyper sleep through the void, go you funky little robot go!]

His body is made of circuitry and nanobots? In a way that isn't in any way functional to real life. But it's like he's a beehive almost. He has a living, moving body, but it's built for finesse and life-like expression. That kind of detail needs constant maintenance, so he has a fleet of little drone nanobots constantly doing repairs.

On that note, I think metallic/cybernetic/redstone components don't respawn like organic matter does on death. If it takes damage, it has to be repaired. Hermits like Doc are only mildly hampered by this, since any time his mechanics break, only parts of him are out of commission. For X though, anything that doesn't kill him outright has to be repaired. His nanobots help this, especially with small bits of damage accrued throughout the day, but anything that does significant damage requires him to power down to focus on repair and rebuild, where his nanos can run rampant while he rests. [He's never not productive though. Normally he uses this time to catch up on writing memory transcripts and other general internal housekeeping.]

Android!X is functionally smart but because everything he's ever done has had to be coded, a lot of things slip between gaps in his logic. He's a very smart computer, but he's still a computer. Common sense things slip between the cracks because common sense on regular people is mostly pattern recognition and intuition. Xisuma's only intuition is something he's hand-written in a table in a file somewhere. If he's never had to write/code it, and it's unique enough to not show up in a basic dictionary/archive search, it's a blind spot for him. He can query and in a millisecond give you data facts about the deep dark and still forget that the clicking noise his thinking pattern makes would attract a Warden. This also means he sometimes has weird hang ups in social situations sometimes. Yeah sure, Etho and BDubs are having the same friendly debate from last week, but this time BDubs is 30% louder [possible difference in altercation severity?] and Etho is on hazardous ground [standing on scaffolding, increasing height, personal endangerment? Posturing? Intimidation technique?], which means this situation is actually totally different and he's never coded protocols for it. He's gotten pretty good at reading other people's reactions to gauge his own, but when he's alone, he sometimes has an error he's affectionately labeled a "social short circuit". Good thing they're all hermits and understand when he sometimes just... walks away from things.

Even X doesn't know where his emotions come from. He knows he can augment them [He has a database for complex feelings like "happy and also sad" and "lonely but content", as well as for tonally dissonant scenarios like "feel worried when Cleo says 'its fine'."] and he has on a handful of occasions been able to shut them down when he was too overwhelmed or in a tense situation. But he has no idea where the emotions originally came from, and his ability to control their intensity [and turning them off] is so non-existent it's nearly random.

Xisuma has been trying to code a way to feel pain for a long time. Most of the hermits think he's crazy when he talks about it, but he thinks it would cut back on a lot of his time spent on damage assessment. It's much easier to tell if something is broken if you can feel it break. Currently his only indication something is wrong is if a circuit is actively frying or something stops working -- or if his nanos sniff it out.

Xisuma doesn't eat, but he tells his friends he eats redstone. It cuts back on some of the unnecessary worry about his well-being. It also means when they think he's distressed, they leave him little gifts of redstone, and he finds that endearing.

Xisuma likes to dress up his cybernetics. It started out with trying new paint jobs and slowly escalated to building new body casings with fancy cosmetics. He's very proud of his bone mage cosplay. The little dragon helmet has glowy-eyes and smoke comes out of its nose and everything. Tango, Joe and Cleo like to help him design things, and he lets Doc and Grian go ham trying to stress test [ie ruthlessly destroy] the parts to make sure they're durable before he commits to a design.

And that's about all I've got for now I think!

#answering asks #the barking writer #xisuma #android!xisuma #robot!xisuma #savviathan #long post #longpost #woe! my headcanons be upon ye!

[nyaagolor]

Hello, this is a really cool blog you mods are running. I wanted to ask this question; do you have any headcanons involving the dog people of Paldea. Arven is 900% a dog person and already got a few headcanons revolving his Mabosstiff, but if possible, could you provide a couple headcanons involving the other dog people and their dog pokemon (which include Nemona - Lycanroc , Ryme - Houndstone, Tyme - Lycanrocs, Clavell -Houndoom, Giacomo - Mabosstiff, Mela - Arcanine & Houndoom, Ortega - Dachsbun, Eri - Lucario, etc.) Sorry for the long post and thanks if you answer!

Under the cut bc it got long

Slight disclaimer I didn't include Eri and Lucario bc that's a jackal-man idk how to mentally handle a Lucario acting like a dog. That's a person. Featherless biped

Nemona: - She caught Lycanroc as part of her new team. Lycanroc hits hard and fast and mostly acts as her hazard setter or revenge killer. Bitches love stealth rocks - Off the field, they often exercise together! Lycanroc LOVES to run. Nemona has a chronic illness and can't jog, but she does bike or ride a Cyclizar while Lycanroc runs alongside her. They love to race around Mesagoza together - They have the same personality

Ryme: - She is the biggest dog person in Paldea, she loved her puppy so much she rapped it back to life. No one is doing it like her really and truly. When she raps about love? She's talking about the dog - She hosts an adoption fair in Montenevera every year. It's a musical festival centered around getting strays adopted and it's had RESOUNDING success so far - Ryme's semi supernatural powers are actually related to her Houndstone-- she spent so much time along it and all the other soul draining ghost types that she built a resistance to their effects. Now she can (and does) play with entire packs of ghost puppies! And sneak them too many treats

Tyme: - All her pokemon are named after numerical prefixes (kilo, giga, nano, etc). Her Midnight and Midday Lycanroc are named Deca and Deci respectively - She spoils her puppies rotten just like her sister, always sneaking them table scraps and letting them run around in the schoolyard while she's teaching classes - Deca and Deci are bargaining chips to get kids to come to extra help. Who doesn't want to snuggle with two cute dogs while you go over math problems?

Clavell: - When he was a teenager, he used to work for the Pokemon Daycare. (I saw a whole hc where he was a delinquent and got sent to the daycare as part of detention and honestly? Canon in my heart). He found his Houndoom there as a Houndour-- it had been abandoned and adopting it taught Clavell a lot about nurturing others. It's what inspired him to eventually be a school director! - Clavell and his Houndoom are always locked in a constant battle, since Clavell likes to garden and Houndoom likes to dig. For the record, Houndoom is winning - Clavell no longer has his pompadour, seeing as Houndoom took matters into his own paws and lit the wig on fire

Giacomo: - He taught his Mabosstiff, Beethoven, to DJ. He's not good at it by virtue of being a dog but the gimmick is very funny - Beethoven has a tendency to nod its head back and forth, so during concerts, Giacomo will get him little earplugs, a hat, and some shades so he can jam with the crowd. Plus he likes the vibes of the raves - He's the vaccuum cleaner for all the crumbs or snacks Giacomo happens to leave lying about. It's a win-win

Mela: - All her puppies are from the academy itself. She just happens to bond well with those pokemon and uses them on her team despite them not technically belonging to her - The Pokemon world has an ultimate frisbee esque game that involves running with your partner pokemon-- Mela and the dogs are the academy champs. They're unbeatable - Don't tell anyone, but Mela really likes styling their fur

Ortega: - That dog is a purebred (purebread?) and definitely cost like 10k. This dog is worth more than most people's kidneys - Daschbun is a total brat and has very specific diet requests. He can, will, and does pick the carrots out of his food mix and spit them out. God forbid Ortega tries to give him dry food? Oh there is hell to pay - Both Ortega and Daschbun are drama queens. Daschbun is a lapdog and knows it and will sit there haughtily. They're having too much fun

#pokemon sv #nemona #ryme #tyme #clavell #giacomo #mela #ortega #headcanons #ask #mod vex

[sunyandmony]

Originally from this post:

Made by @bittyfromquotev , originally found on @dca-prompts blog! :]

Things to mind:

The last note is not all that accurate but fits as a kid-term for this, whatever this is...

Quick note: They do not live in the daycare anymore! They have a whole mansion with more then five floors as unlikely as it may sound right now to y'all.

I will also put some images I made myself in here, lazy edits that is-... I'll put a trigger warning before each of them if they contain triggering things/objects.

TW: blood/oil, implied violence.

It was supposed to be just like any other day, chaos chaos and more chaos, it wasn't. The twins have been on a murder spree ever since a week ago, when they got into a argument with Eclipse, and now neither wants to see the other, Lunar has tried making them forgive each other. It failed miserably sadly as soon as the twins tackled Eclipse and ripped off half of his rays, an arm and half of his casing, which was so damaged his left eye stopped working, glitched out and turned off the moment he tried standing up on his own.

The twins were on their own, hunting down everyone they can while fitting right in with the human society, separating from each other and shape shifting(using the new nano machines) to look less like a robot during daylight, however, at night the chaos unleashes and they hunt everything and anyone they see on their way, and that is if they're a threat, if the threat doesn't move or attack back, they'll sometimes retreat and search for another one. They hungered for bloody fun and more to rip and tear at, while Bloody wanted to tear, Maim wanted to rip and rip and rip all of that sweet, human flesh...

.....

TW: Implied 'bullying', blood/oil, implied violence.

Meanwhile Solar Flare and Lunar sat on the couch in Sun and Moon's room, whatever you prefer to call it. Lunar had been crying for hours on end for a simple yet dumb reason, even if he was smart, someone just had to make him feel bad, that's why Sun and Moon aren't here, they have a new target in mind..

Earth was on their best behavior nonetheless, sitting in their room and not noticing anything happening outside, having gotten a whole new remodeling of the said area, and everything was just like they imagined, less like a safety hazard too. While they did like the stars, they must be taken off the walls sooner or later, they're.... Very much a dangerous area itself...

......

While Sun was still somewhat of a clean freak still, he couldn't help but smile maliciously at how easily their job has been done, the single problem was those stupid minions still coming after them. While the both knew it was useless to waste their resources on this, they just had to! How could they let that little bastard get away with hurting their family? In no way will they, they'll never see the light of day again, the both made sure.

TW:Gun, blood/oil, implied deaths and violence

Moon watched as Sun flexed his fingers on his gun before firing it while holding said gun backwards over his shoulder, sighing in what seems like annoyance. 'We're these people even gonna put up a fight already?! It's getting boring..' Sun thought while settling his gun back in it's spot on his waist band.

"Sun, come on, there's a lot more of them coming, and I don't have the patience to be here any longer." Moon blurted out to cover out the sudden alarms going off and sirens getting louder the closer they came, ah, one of them called the cops? So cute, such a bad attempt nonetheless though, they always had people to get them out of trouble. They always did.

"Fineee... But I'm blaming you for the loss of the knife!" Sun replied, sighing in exasperation, looking at Moon's persona just as dirty as his of the ungodly amount of blood and oil from their victims, the both took a breath in and then jumped, their newfound abilities including this, and then landed on the roof of the building, running off into the darkness of the night sky above them as the sirens got silenced by the air rushing around them.

.........

Killcode stood at the kitchen table, baring his razor sharp teeth, holding his face with sharp tipped fingers and cold hands, sighing internally. How was he gonna solve this one?... It was obvious they had everything at the tip of their fingers, just, not the twins, and everyone is being risked because of the two going out and being so reckless, not even caring to hide themselves away before they get caught up into it.

He was so tired of this, he was exhausted, he just wanted to have some peace, even for a moment, truly so he would take the week off, but he didn't dare to, business is business and he has to keep it going, and he was reminded so again when he was interrupted from his thought by a loud clank and a (assumed) painful crash somewhere on the upper floors.

Killcode let out a shudder breath, pushing the chair back and standing up, stretching his limbs, reminded he should stop arching his back in such ways. He looked around once more before walking through the long hallways towards the stairways, which were a spiral-like model and fancy spirals and small, crescent moon-like shapes on the edges and railings.

Killcode soon stopped at what seemed to be the second(?)floor from down to up of the mansion, sseeing Sun and Moon have broken in their own house through the window, the biggest one too, glass all over the floor as Moon hanged upside down outside while Sun sat on he floor inside, rubbing at his rays, clearly having landed on the wrong side.

Well, it was a bit of a relief, what wasn't was the mess and now even more scared Lunar hiding behind the couch, Solar Flare just staring at the scene, obviously unable to do anything unless he is ordered to.

Killcode sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose and walking down the last few steps of the stairs, stepping into the room, a living room full of broken glass, a scared Lunar and a frozen Solar Flare, this house was so messy every hour of the day, it was first Eclipse a few weeks ago, now it's Sun, who's next? The twi-

Before Killcode could complete his thoughts another loud crash came from the other window on the side of the living room, the twins swinging inside as their claws held onto the walls before they landed on the floor, straightening up and looking at Killcode as if they've been caught red handed, and they have been this time for sure.

They stared right back at their father, obviously having been caught in the act, dropping their head low and standing still as a rock, rooted to the floor, knowing they'll most likely get grounded or punished, either were good, and neither was yelling or shouting, they prefer to be 'good' kids at least at something, but it was impossible when they're so, SO energetic after finally having gotten their meal.

Moon slipped through the window, straightening up and stretching before walking over to Sun ever so slowly, holding his hand out to his brother, who took it and stood up, the both looking at the BloodMoon twins before to Killcode who walked over to the couch, ignoring the mess of bloody oil or blood on the floor his kids made and avoiding the glass shards.

TW: blood and oil, darkness

"Kid, calm down... It's all good, and safe..." Killcode sat on his knees at the side of the couch where Lunar was hiding, curling into himself, his small body shaking with every breath he took, whimpering as if anything was happening while the silence stretched on. He was still respecting Lunar if he didn't wanna be touched and if he would say so himself, not wanting to make this worse.

Sun and Moon whispered to themselves before nodding to each other, Sun stepping backwards and running off in the hallways, his foot steps getting silenced as he was immediately out of view, the darkness of the young night giving the illusion of that.

Moon stepped closer and sat down next to Killcode, opening his arms wide as Lunar raised his head to look at his brother, sniffing before tightly hugging Moon, seeming like Lunar likes Moon more then Killcode, it is fair as their father wasn't always the best himself, not that they minded him, it was just how busy he was, and they didn't judge him, but his absence to Lunar and possibly Earth was... Not helpful to make them cope with everything happening around themselves in this environment.

Moon patted Lunar's back, looking as Killcode soon left them alone, the twins nowhere in sight, probably left for their own arguments, Moon kept on humming, trying to calm his brother down, the oil and blood covering his persona not helping too much, but Lunar was either not bothered by it or just didn't see it if he didn't react to it yet.

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Hope you enjoyed this, it took me a bit with all the distractions and works and breaks, but I got it through as it's been sitting in my drafts for half of this week by now:'>

Please do point out any typos if you find some or any at all!

#sunyandmony #idiot sunyandmony late #sunyandmony writes #sunyandmony random #dca fandom #gacha club #my edits #oops my hand slipped #send help #more likely lazy edits

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

the hazard of being a night owl during nano is that Calendar Days and Writing Days aren't actually perfect equivalents, so i end up with asinine timekeeping like "november 18, technically," and "november 18, actually," scribbled in my margins to keep track of nighttime vs daytime writing

#text #personal #writing #wf #nano2023 #nano #this is Very Necessary To Me Actually #ive been reading through old stuff intermittently and keep getting pissed at past!Me for not dating any of this shit 🤣 #im like combing through geological records over here trying to carbon date shit #(like the beginning of this notebook is from when cramer was a woman and siku Existed and i CAN map that to a draft of avian initiative-- #--but gotdamn i dont wanna have to lmao) #so im trying to get better about scribbling a date if not a date and time for my writing sessions when relevant #so future me doesn't lose their fucking mind about it #but i like my words to be counted in the calendar days #but cards can be accomplished in Writing Days #anyway its 1AM and im just now crawling into bed about it but i had fun!! #love unhinged dreams!!!! #does it count as animal death if 1. its in a dream and 2. its in a kitchen in a dream #or is that just Dream Cooking at this stage #(its fuzzy because theyre not uh. theyre not food animals.) #i dont kill real animals in stories but apparently i do what i want in dreams

[juergenklopp]

Weekly fortnightly accountability report @soyouwinagain @sweetaswithscottymac! Way behind the Camp NaNo target. It's been a tough few weeks, but things are looking up. Hopefully I can get some the creative juice flowing again!

In honor of the LSU spring game, here's a semi-related snippet. I love being a useless oracle (also predicted the Skyline partnership lmao).

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“You coming down for the spring game?”

Joe shifts to sling an arm across Ja'Marr, pressing his face against Ja'Marr's jugular. He's feverish warm, sweat-sheen hair tickling Ja'Marr's lips. “Maybe,” he sighs, noncommittal.

“Come visit, man. Stay over for a bit. Y'know I could use some help with my new crib,” Ja'Marr suggests with the airy nonchalance of someone not weighed down by the implications of what he’s asking. Joe probably knows better, of course—Ja'Marr’s sure Joe can feel his pulse quicken against his cheek.

Joe hums, smiling into the skin of the crook of Ja'Marr's neck. He's just about to answer when Ja'Marr hastily adds, “Momma will fix a seafood boil for you.”

Ja'Marr has a tendency to chase combustible things. Has a taste for it, even, walking headfirst into them again and again, leaving the remains of his carved-out guts all over the floor.

In due time he’ll hazard piecing his viscera back together—some wounds stay fresh and raw longer, though, some mistakes irreparable. So he’s become adamant on attaching no strings, going again and again after those he knows aren’t his to keep, good fun while it lasts.

Until Joe carves himself deep into his marrow.

“Sold.”

#Finding the Ja'Marr POV bits easier to write at the moment so I just put in whatever words I can get out #with no regard to chronology #fic stuff #.txt #RPF #(yes I pasted that dril tweet into the file)

[ya-pucking-nerd]

4 times you ruined his plans and 1 time he ruined yours - c.makar

Hello lovelies! So sorry for the wait! Please enjoy <3333

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taggin the moots: @2manytabsopen @jostystyles @typical-simplelove @youngbeezersmixtape @imagines-r-s @fallinallincurls @hockeylvr59

Small note: reader insert is female! 

Very big note: this fic contains mentions of pregnancy and surgery and motherhood

1. 

Calgary International. Not exactly how you planned to spend your Saturday, but you wanted to be back in Seattle to rest up before you started your job again. You were on your way back from the short 4-day holiday you managed to snag after Christmas and Boxing Day. You stayed with your brother, Michael, and his family of 7. It was nice, but 5 kids are so many kids.

You had gotten anxious about missing the flight, so you arrived at the airport 4 hours early and, fortunately, breezed through security. All that remained was waiting the 3 hours and 52 minutes until your flight officially left the gate. Well, at least you had a book and headphones. 

You sat near your gate, still nervous that you might lose track of time and miss the calling of your flight. But you set an alarm for 60 minutes before the flight would leave so that you would have plenty of time to await the calling of flight AIRCAN1442. So, for now, you set your phone aside and pull out your iPod Nano and headphones. Call it old-school, but that thing worked as well as the day you got it. Your current read is a book called It All Ends with Us by Colleen Hoover. You loved it so much, that it was actually a re-read. And apparently, the guy who sat across from you did, too. You noticed him staring, and at first, you thought it was at your book, but the more you thought about it, maybe he was looking at you.

He was cute in a boyish way. Solidly built, but you could tell a lot of it was muscle. He wasn’t dressed like a snobby businessman, but rather a guy who wanted to be comfy on his flight to wherever he was headed, like you.

In a moment of boldness, you closed your book and said, “Where are you off to?” It was small talk, but hey, you still had 3 hours to kill. 

“Oh. Me?” He looked stunned that you even looked his way. “I’m headed back to work in Denver, Colorado.”

“Oh, that’s awesome! I work in the states, too. Seattle, Washington.”

“What do you do?” And for once, he seemed genuinely interested, unlike the men you had met at bars. 

“I’m a surgical OBGYN.” Now, that might have freaked him out a little. 

“Oh wow. Sorry, I’m a little squeamish about blood. But wow. I can’t even imagine. That must be exciting. I hardly remember when my mom was pregnant with my brother, but I just remember my dad said there was a lot of screaming. Do you get screamers all the time?” 

Ok. He was absolutely adorable. His cheeks were getting bright red as he asked, aside from the redness you already noticed. Doctor thing. 

“I don’t generally do normal births. More like C-sections and stuff. But, yea, there’s always screaming. Occupational hazard, I guess. I’m Y/N.” You reached your hand out. 

“Oh, shoot. I didn’t even ask your name. I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m Cale, like the vegetable, but with a C.” He shook your hand a little longer than most handshakes last. He was still smiling, though. 

You giggled a little. He probably got that all the time and had become accustomed to introducing himself that way. Further increasing his adorableness. 

You guys talked for about 2 hours until Cale checked his watch. “Shit! I missed my flight! Oh my god.”

“Oh my god! I am so sorry! I-“

“Nah,” he interrupted. “You know what. I think everything happens for a reason. I’m glad I met you. I would miss my flight all day to keep talking to you.” He was so sweet. “But I do need to rebook my flight,” he laughed. 

“And I do need one more thing.” You looked at him and nodded, silently asking him what that could be. “Your number?”

2. 

You had talked to Cale almost every day since you met him. It seemed the two of you would never get the chance to meet up in person. Until Cale texted you on Tuesday.

From: Cale like the vegetable but with a C

“Y/N! I have a game Thursday night in Seattle! There’s a morning skate, but my afternoon would be free. Wanna grab coffee somewhere? You know Seattle better than me :)”

The butterflies in your stomach were uncontainable at this point. You knew you liked him, but you just now realized how big of a crush you had on him. 

Frank, the best birthing coach on the floor, popped up in front of you with a smirk on his face. 

“Heyyyyy, Y/N.” Ok. He was up to something. 

 You put your phone down and took the bait. “What’s up, Frank?” 

“Who has you smiling at your phone? You haven’t smiled at your phone since Paul from oncology asked you out on a date. That was three years ago, honey. You, you are not subtle.” Caught red-handed. The worst part was that he was right. Super right. You haven’t been on a date for almost three years. You were a devoted doctor, always on-call. Sometimes it ruined your nights out with your coworkers, but half the time, they ended up running to the hospital with you. 

“Frank. I- No. It’s nothing.” 

Frank smirked before he grabbed your phone and started texting faster than any average human should be able to. It was no use trying to grab it back because Frank was the sneakiest and most agile person you’d ever seen. Frank could probably do more intense gymnastics than Simone Biles if it meant he would keep your phone. 

He comes back with your phone and a smirk on his face.

“First date secured, bitch.” And the smirk grows to a smile. “Thursday at 2 at Pike Place.” 

You groaned. “Frank! I’m on-call Thursday afternoon!”  

“Y/N, chill. Literally, nothing is going to happen. And if it does, I’ll hold them off. It’s just pregnant ladies.” He laughed it off as if giving birth was something you could just hold like your bladder. 

You glared at him but were secretly happy he took the initiative instead of you. You would have typed and deleted and re-typed for an hour before answering. 

Thursday morning came, and you woke up giddy. You Facetimed Frank to get his opinion on an outfit. He picked the grey sweater dress with a red flannel tied around the waist, calling it “the perfect winter outfit!” Wallet? Check. Keys? Check. Spare scrubs in case you are called in? Unfortunately, check. 

Meanwhile, the boys were giving Cale a hard time in the hotel. He was dressed in his suit because after your date, he had to head straight back to the arena for the game. Nate was messing his hair up. JT hid one of his dress shoes. By the time he got out the door, he was more nervous than ever. He wanted to ask you to be his girlfriend. The boys teased him for his crush, but he knew how he felt. You were his dream girl. 

You decided to meet at Starbucks. Seattle, after all, was the home of the original Starbucks. When you got there, you found Cale sitting in a booth, looking incredibly good in his suit. You started to doubt your choice in outfit, but it was too late. He saw you. You straightened your dress out and walked over. He stood up, giving you a hug and handed you a latte. 

“Cale, you didn’t have to.”

“I know, but I wanted to. I guessed on the latte. I can get you another if you don’t like it.”

“No, it’s actually perfect.” So now the perfect guy already got your coffee order right. It was too good to be true, right?

Things were going so well. The conversation felt so natural, like you were already dating. You found out he was continuing some online classes while playing hockey, he was a type-a neat freak, and he called his mom at least once a week because he loved her. Each thing you learned about him made your crush on him grow.

About an hour and a half into the best first date of your life, your phone buzzed. Inwardly, you prayed that it was just Frank texting you about a funny hospital story. Unfortunately, it was a page. A mom with twins went into labor 6 weeks earlier than her due date. You groaned out loud. 

“I have to go. I’m so sorry. Oh, I knew this was going to happen. I’ve been paged to the hospital. A mom needs an emergency c-section. Cale, I’m so sorry.” 

“What? Y/N, go! Don’t apologize. I know your career can be a bit unpredictable. It’s no big deal. Go, save the day!” God, he was perfect. You thanked him profusely before rushing out. 

An hour later, you were stripping your gown and gloves. You scrubbed and changed before leaving the hospital. The paperwork could wait. You wanted to call Cale before his game to wish him good luck. You truly felt horrible. 

Instead, you found a text from Cale.

From: Cale like the vegetable but with a C

Hey, could I have your address? I don’t know how long surgery takes, but it’s probably tiring, and I don’t want you to forget to eat. Dinner’s on me, just need the address for UberEats.

The shock on your face was probably laughable. 

From: Y/N Y/L/N

How about I make you dinner? You can come over after your game and I can make up for running out on you? I promise I’m not tired.

From: Cale like the vegetable but with a C

Absolutely! What did you have in mind?

From: Y/N Y/L/N

Pancakes? Feeling some breakfast for dinner.

From: Cale like the vegetable but with a C

Perfect. I’ll see you around 10 :)

You texted him your address and you wished him good luck in his game. Then, you panic cleaned your apartment. It wasn’t extremely messy, but you were a little sloppy this morning when you were getting ready. 

At 10:15, you buzzed Cale in. The two of you shared blueberry pancakes and finished your date. 

“I’m sorry, again, for running out on our date. Totally bad first date.” 

He smiled and grabbed your hand. “Hey, I’m not mad. I swear. I think your job is so cool, and pregnant people going into labor is like the most unpredictable thing I can think of. Besides, I don’t think this date turned out so bad.” His stomach did a cartwheel when you squeezed his hand back. 

You smiled back, loving the way he was rubbing your palm. It gave you butterflies. 

“Hey, can I ask you something? I was going to ask you at Starbucks, but I think now is better.” Cale asked. You nodded. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

3. 

Cale was the most incredible guy on Earth. You had been dating for one year and a month when he finally asked if you would consider moving in with him. His cheeks turned red when he asked you. He said, “I know you love your job, and I would never ask you to quit it. More like a transfer?” about 5 times. He even told you he asked Nate’s girlfriend, Alyssa, about openings at the hospital. For you, the choice was obvious. You had been thinking about making the transfer when you hit your first anniversary. But watching him sweat because he didn’t want you to feel that he thought you should give up your amazing career was probably one of the sweetest things you had ever witnessed him do.  

Your transition from Seattle to Denver was smooth as silk. Maybe because Cale organized the whole thing. He was there to help you pack, and he was there to greet the moving trucks when they arrived in Denver. Slowly but surely, your belongings began to infiltrate his house. The spare bedroom became your storage until the two of you sat down to figure out all the things you could give away. Your seasonal throw pillows decorated his couch, and the smell of your perfume lingered on Cale’s bedsheets. 

Cale played the best he ever had the day you finally came to see a home game in person. And it didn’t go unnoticed. The girls you sat with giggled all 4 times Cale assisted a goal and skated over to your section with a toothy grin and a point into the crowd. You assumed the boys were chirping him, too. And when he was named “first star,” he could hear your cheers from the other side of the arena. 

One night, you found yourself at a Denver Nuggets game with Cale. He invited you after JT bailed on him. At first, you were hesitant because he told you he got good seats. The word “good” seats usually imply expensive seats, and you weren’t used to people spending that type of money on you. You offered to pay him back for your ticket, which he refused. See, Cale was raised right. His mom taught him that he should always pay for his date, no matter how big or small that date should be.

Cale did invite JT first, but he was relieved when JT said no. He had been feeling like this for a while but wasn’t sure if the time was right. Cale was ready to tell you he was in love with you. He knew how big the words were. And yes, maybe it was a little soon, but they say when you know, you know. 

You started walking towards the “General Admissions” entrance, when Cale grabbed your arm and pulled you towards the “LEXUS CLUB” entrance. The two of you walked down one of the many staircases of Ball Arena, Cale making small talk. Then, you noticed just how many stairs down you were walking. When you finally got to the bottom of the stairs and through the door, you realized just how good the good tickets were. They were courtside seats. 

“Relax, Y/N.” Cale grabbed your waist, leading you to your seats. They were in the middle of Ball Arena. You stared at Cale in amazement. How could someone so be so amazing? 

The game was exciting. You and Cale each got food and some beer. Despite not knowing much about basketball or its players, you were having a good time, until the free throw competition. During a commercial break, people were coming down the stands for the free throw competition. The people were doing pretty good, until a basketball bounced off the rim. You saw the basketball coming towards you at a very fast speed. You completely acknowledged that. Did you move out of the way? Did you use your hand to block your face? Absolutely not.

The ball hit you square on the head. In an instant, Cale was on the floor with you. When did you get on the floor? He was saying your name, but it sounded muted almost. The jumbotron camera man was on your right, pointing his camera at you and Cale. Your vision was a little blurry, but you focused hard enough to see yourself on the jumbotron. It was a sight to see. 

Cale was tugging on your arm to help you up. Your balance was definitely off. You must have said that out loud, because Cale said, “Alright. Let’s get you to the hospital. I think you might have a concussion. It’ll be okay, baby. I’m right here.” 

You didn’t know it, but Cale was a little disappointed that the night hadn’t gone how he’d planned. He wanted you to enjoy the game, and then he wanted to tell you he loved you. This was not in the plans. 

He turned down the lights so you wouldn’t get a headache. You wanted nothing more to sleep on the way to the emergency room, but Cale wouldn’t let you. What if the ball had hit something that made your brain bleed? No, Cale couldn’t take the risk. He turned on soft music in the car to keep you awake and kept talking about anything he could think of to keep you awake. 

He pulled up to the valet, despite your insistence that you could be alone for a few minutes while he found a parking spot, but he was stubborn. “I am not leaving you, Y/N. I don’t want you to fall over or something.” If you weren’t so dizzy, you would have found it sweet. 

As embarrassing as it was, having your accident go viral on Twitter helped you in the emergency room.

“Hey! It’s Y/N from OB! She just got hit in the head! Let’s get her in!” you heard an intern shout. 

You were seen fairly quickly and diagnosed with a mild concussion. No work for a week, stay off screens as much as possible, and definitely no more courtside Nuggets games. 

Cale stayed by your side the whole time. He was dozing off holding your hand waiting for the discharge papers. He was doing that thing where he rubs the palm of your hand with his thumb that gave you butterflies. You leaned down to kiss his forehead to thank him for staying with you.

“Love you, babe,” he whispered. You did a double-take. His adorable cheeks flared red. “I- uh- well. Yeah, I love you, Y/N. I was meaning to tell you after the game. I wanted it to be special. I’m sorry it wasn’t more romantic. I wanted there to be roses and champagne.” 

“Cale. I love you, too. This is perfect. I’m sorry for ruining your plans.” You giggled. “We can have a re-do sometime. Just not courtside.” You kissed his forehead and then his lips. You really loved this boy. 

4. 

Generally, you would consider yourself pretty fearless. You worked in surgery with screaming parents for God’s sake. You loved going on adventures, especially hiking through Colorado. But, this test on the counter was scaring the shit out of you.

You didn’t tell Cale. You didn’t want to freak him out in case you were overreacting. You and Cale were certainly not trying, but you had to admit, you would be a little sad if the test came out negative. Already spiraling before you knew the results, you began to think about Cale as the father to your child. You thought he would make the most amazing girl dad. But on the other hand, Cale teaching his little baby boy how to hold a hockey stick would be so sweet.  

The timer on your phone went off. This was the moment of truth. 

It’s positive. Now would probably be the time to tell Cale. With shaking hands, you texted Cale, asking when he’d be home from practice. 

From: Cale <3

Actually, you got me at the perfect time. Practice just ended and no film. Great day! How do you feel about Indian food? 

The thought of Indian food made your stomach grumble. In your haste to take the pregnancy test, you forgot to eat lunch. You requested butter chicken and garlic naan.

Cale came back to your shared home with your order and an extra mango lassi. He didn’t even know you were pregnant yet, but he was already doing the most.

“Cale, I wanted to ask you something.” You were so nervous.

“What’s up?”  

“I’ve just been thinking about it recently. How do you… how do you feel about kids?” You weren’t ready to ask him about the kid growing in your uterus. You decided to start off your questions in general statements.

“Oh, I love kids. Why do you ask?”

“Well, Cale, I mean, like, your own kids. How do you feel about having your own kids?”  

“Kids someday would be nice.” He smiled. He began thinking about his own little boy. Your stomach dropped. He said “someday.” And no, he didn’t know that his kid was sitting in your uterus. How could he have? But his reaction just made you nervous. “Why do you ask, Y/N?” 

“Just thinking about it. I work with babies all day, you know?” You felt a bit bad about lying to him, but it wasn’t really a lie, right? You were thinking about it recently, and you did work with babies all day. 

Cale knew after that response that something was wrong, but he didn’t know what. He thought he did well with the Indian food, but he knew you well enough that you would have told him upfront if you didn’t want the Indian food. The problem was something deeper than Indian food.

You helped him clean up the food and told him you were going to take a nap and asked if he wanted to come with. Cale happily accepted.  You climbed on top of the bed instead of snuggling under your mountain of blankets, and he knew something was really wrong. You loved your blankets. Even in the summer, you turned the AC down so you could still use your mountain of blankets. 

“Y/N, please. What’s wrong? You’re making me worried.” He climbed on the bed with you, and tucked you in a blanket, hoping it would give you the comfort he couldn’t.

“I don’t know how to say it, Cale. I don’t want you to be upset.” He was holding both your hands, fighting a few tears. He thought this was the “breakup talk.” He didn’t want to cry, but he could hardly imagine himself not being with you. He wanted to fight for you with everything he had.

“Cale, honey, why are you crying? I haven’t even told you yet.” He looked at you in shock. This wasn’t the breakup talk? What else could it be? “Cale. I’m pregnant. I took a test. It’s in the bathroom. I didn’t know how you would react. I’m so sorry.” All the words fell out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. 

Cale felt his entire world freeze. Almost instantly, he pictured the little boy from earlier in the afternoon. He pictured teaching him hockey and how to be a gentleman. Dressing him up with little bowties. Giving him a mohawk when his hair is wet. And above all else, he pictured doing all those things with you. 

“Oh, Y/N! This is fantastic news! What do you mean you didn’t know how I would react. Oh God, I am … I don’t even know the words. But, no, I would never be mad. Oh!” He bent down so his face was in front of your stomach. He put his hand on your stomach, and he swore he fell more in love than he even knew was possible.  

“Do you know the gender?” His eyes were so hopeful. He wanted a boy so badly.

“No, I just found out. We’ll know around the fourth month.” 

He paused for a moment. “Can I tell the boys?” 

“Yes.” You rolled your eyes, playfully. He eagerly whipped out his phone, typing fast. You knew the boys wouldn’t be able to hide it from their girlfriends/wives, so you grabbed your phone waiting for the avalanche of texts you would receive. 

The first trimester went well, considering the way the first trimester went for other women. You went through bouts of morning sickness and moodiness, but Cale took it in stride. Each time you were bent over the toilet, he was there holding your hair back. When you told the nurses on your floor, they were all so excited for you. They threw you a small party in the break room. They decorated onesies with glitter glue and markers. They told every single patient of yours, too. Every room you entered, you were greeted with “congratulations” from patients about ten minutes from having their own babies. Their excitement made you even more excited for your little bundle of joy. You were barely showing, but you wore slightly tighter clothing just to highlight your stomach.

The second trimester was about to begin, and you and Cale were sitting together in your office, waiting for your appointment. Today was the day you were going to get an envelope so you could find out the gender. You knew Cale would be happy if it was a girl, but you also knew he deeply wanted a boy. He talked constantly about a little baby boy. He even bought little baby hockey gear and skates.

Amanda, your doctor and colleague, came into the room. She explained everything she was going to do, then laughed because she realized you knew it already. Then, the dreaded question. “Would you like to know the gender?”

“Actually, could you just put the results in an envelope? We’re going to give it to a friend. We’re doing one of those gender reveal parties.”  

“Oh! That’s so exciting! Will do. But for now, I see ten fingers, ten toes, and a healthy heartbeat. Do you want to hear the heartbeat?” You and Cale both nodded, and you teared up a little bit when you heard the heartbeat. Sometimes, you forgot that you were growing a literal, living tiny human. It was difficult to conceptualize.

At the end of the appointment, Amanda gave you a sealed envelope, and you rushed over to Alyssa Mackinnon’s house to give her the gender of baby Makar. When you told her a few weeks ago that you wanted to have a gender reveal party, she squealed and asked if she could plan it. You agreed, and then fawned over party themes and ideas for the actual reveal.   

The party day came. You wore a pink dress. Cale wore a blue polo and khakis. When you got to Alyssa and Nate’s house, the whole team, your friends from work, Cale’s parents and brother, your parents, and your brother and his family were there. All the people that were important in your life were here to see whether baby Makar was a girl or boy. 

Alyssa had a few small party games going on along with a blackboard for people to tally their guesses on your baby’s gender. The men took turns racing to put diapers on footballs, while the women wrapped around your stomach with ribbons to measure how round your belly was. Then, Alyssa announced to the guests that it was time to step outside. When you stepped outside, you saw a goal post with a white balloon hanging from the top post. And you got so excited. 

You knew what was about to happen. Cale was going to shoot a puck at the balloon, and you were going to know the gender. Cale grabbed the stick from Alyssa and took aim. 

DING. Hit the post. POP. The balloon bled pink confetti. A GIRL! You squealed with joy, running over to Cale, giving him just enough time to drop the hockey stick and catch you in his arms. You started to cry tears of joy. Cale was crying, too. But soon, your overactive overthinking kicked in. How did Cale really feel? You were forced to push down the anxiety as your families and friends swarmed you and Cale with congratulations. 

The guests slowly made their way back inside Alyssa and Nate’s house to head out. You wanted to stay until the end to help her clean up and to thank her for all the hard work she put in for your gender reveal. You were packing paper plates into a garbage bag when you heard a loud gasp behind you.

“Y/N! Give me that! You are pregnant! Sit down! Kick your feet up! Don’t you dare touch another paper plate!” Alyssa cried. She pointed at your stomach and then to the couch. You handed her the bag and sat down on her couch. She gave you the “I’m watching you” stare before resuming what you had started. A minute later, Cale appeared. He sat down next to you, and you knew this was your chance to talk to him.

“Cale, how are you feeling? I know you wanted a-”

“Y/N. I’m happy. We both knew I wanted a boy, but I’m not upset. I swear. I just wanted our baby to be healthy. Her happiness is my top priority, not her gender.” You could have sworn your heart grew three sizes. You may have ruined his plan to be a boy-dad, but you always had a feeling he was a girl-dad anyway. 

The next four months passed without a hitch. The OBGYN floor had a field day with your baby shower. Mel Landeskog planned a separate shower, and with permission from the hospital, she brought the party to your break room. You thought you received a lot of gifts at the gender reveal, but now that everyone knew it was a girl, You and Cale swore you had enough baby clothing that you thought you never would need to do laundry because of how much they got for her. You had enough diaper boxes that they stacked from floor to ceiling in the nursery you and Cale had set up.  

At this point, you due date was 15 days away. Your belly was swollen to triple the size it used to be. Your feet hurt if you stood for longer than 20 minutes. You told Cale you just wanted the baby out. He would laugh at you and then take your feet and give them a massage. You really had the best boyfriend in the world. 

Truth be told, Cale was more prepared for a baby than you were. He had two go-bags packed – one for you two and one for the baby. You were extremely calm for that aspect of the actual birthing process. You also knew Cale wasn’t happy about you working, but you insisted on working until the minute your water broke. Your rationale was that you would already be at the hospital, and then as a bonus for your patients, you would be able to give them the care they needed. You just knew that the floor would take care of you. You knew each of the charge nurses. You knew how well they took care of their patients. They already told you that you would be their VIP patient. 

Today was relatively slow for you. You had no scheduled C-sections, you were only on-call for obstetric exams and emergencies that entered the ER. All of a sudden, you got a frantic call from Steph, the charge nurse in the ER. She was freaking out, as the entire ER staff did when a pregnant lady came in.

You went down and examined the woman and asked the nurses to admit her into the birthing wing when suddenly, you heard screaming. You rushed back over. She needed a C-section. You knew you weren’t supposed to, but you took an oath, and you had to save this woman and her baby’s life. You yelled at any nurse nearby to clear an ER for you and rushed up to scrub. 

You were gowned and gloved, finally. Mid-way through the C-section, you felt a pinching in your own stomach. You figured your baby decided to kick. It was only when nurse Kimmy gasped, “Y/N! I think your water broke!”

You barely registered the shout, but then you felt a tightening in your own stomach. A contraction. The nurses were already calling Cale without you even needing to ask them. They knew you were determined to finish the surgery. You pushed through and helped your patient deliver her baby. You took off your surgical gown and the nurses immediately put you in a wheelchair.

“Marci! I can walk myself to the OB wing!” you protested. She just shook his head and kept pushing you. You met Cale in the waiting room. The nurses had prepped a birthing suite for you the minute they found out your water broke. Cale brought both your go-bags into the room and helped you into the bag.

“You really had to be in surgery when your water broke?” he joked. He kissed your forehead, and together you waited and waited for your baby girl to make her grand entrance.

Marci came in periodically to check on you. The whole floor came in to say congratulations and dropped off some food. Maybe it was the hormones, but their love surrounded you, and it made you feel really good about having a baby. 

Finally, six hours later, baby girl Makar made an appearance. You and Cale never picked out a name. You could never decide. He thought of a name that you liked, but then you thought of another name. You would try to convince him of the new name, but then he would think of another one. The two of you were stuck. And now she was here! 

But as soon as you looked at her face, you knew the name. You looked at Cale, and both said at the same time, “Lilly Grace Makar!” 

+1. 

Your daughter, Lilly, was three, now. You and Cale were holding off on this for a long time, but you decided that the summertime would be the perfect time to go to Disney World in Florida. She loved watching Mickey Mouse in the mornings before daycare. Even though you both knew she wouldn’t remember the trip, you just wanted to take her for your own personal fun. 

At least, that’s what you told Cale. Secretly, though, you had other motives. Cale and you still weren’t married. Not even engaged. Obviously, the two of you were bound to each other forever. Cale was yours and you were Cale’s. But you just wanted the title of wife. It had been over six years since you went on that first date. You thought that was a reasonable amount of time to get engaged and married. And for goodness sake, you had a kid together and you hinted about wanting more for the past few months. 

So, that was where you hatched your plan. On a day off from work, you took Lilly to the mall. You told Cale she needed some new summer outfits because she grew out of the clothes she had in the spring. But you also made a quick pitstop at the jewelry store. You stole Cale’s Stanley Cup ring, too, so that you could get an accurate measurement. At the jewelry store, you picked out a solid silver band. Nothing extravagant, but enough for the occasion. At the end of the day, it was about your love for one another, not the extravagance of the ring. You were going to ask Cale to marry you at Disney World.

That same week, Cale entered the guest locker room in New Jersey, and pulled Gabe and Nate aside. He had a very important question. 

“Hey. So, how did you guys ask Mel and Alyssa to marry you? I think Y/N’s been dropping a lot of hints lately. I mean I know it’s just a title, because we’re both there, but I’m pretty sure it’s something she wants. I think I’m overthinking it.”

The two men laughed, remembering the times when they felt the same way. They each launched into their stories of asking their girlfriends to marry them. Gabe’s was intimate in Sweden. Nate’s was slightly public, in front of their families on the beach in Cole Harbour. 

They gave Cale a lot of ideas. He already knew the ring he was going to get you. He even knew he wanted to include Lilly in the proposal. He just didn’t know how public you wanted it to be. He thought about proposing in secret, like in the hotel room, but that didn’t feel romantic enough. He thought about proposing during the fireworks at Magic Kingdom, but that felt too public. 

You, on the other hand, had an exact plan. You wanted to propose in front of the Magic Kingdom castle. You figured that a proposal to hockey’s best defenseman would garner media attention regardless of how private you tried to make it. You might as well get some good photos out of it. 

You secured the ring you got for Cale in your carry-on. You had to hide it strategically, knowing Cale probably forgot something and would need to borrow it from your stash. Cale secured the ring he got for you in his suitcase between his underwear. There was no way you’d go through his underwear. 

The flight was smooth, Lilly was content to watch Mickey Mouse on the plane’s television screen. Cale insisted on first class, knowing this was Lilly’s first big vacation. She didn’t seem to notice, falling asleep about two hours into the flight. 

Arriving at your hotel, you unpacked and got onto the monorail to take you to Animal Kingdom. Lilly loved everything about it. The next day at Epcot was so much fun. She wouldn’t remember it, but you and Cale took enough combined pictures that you would never forget. Hollywood Studios was your favorite. 

The fated day finally came for you. Magic Kingdom. You secured the ring in your baby-backpack. You boarded the monorail with Cale and Lilly, as if everything was normal. Every bone in your body was on fire. You were nervous, but you wanted to be married to Cale. It was the only thing in the world that made sense. He was your rock. He gave the best advice. He was an incredible father. And you just knew in your gut he would be the best husband (not that he already wasn’t performing husband duties).

As excited as you were about proposing to Cale, you also wanted to do it early in the day so that you could enjoy the day with your daughter and hopefully-fiancé. 

“What do you wanna do first babygirl?” you asked Lilly as you and Cale grabbed her hands. 

 “Umm… I wanna see the princesses!” she shouted. Perfect. This would be the most perfect opportunity to walk towards the Magic Castle. 

Upon arrival, you stopped and pulled Lilly over to the side. Swinging your backpack down, you grabbed your phone and the ring box. 

“Lilly! Cale! Smile!” She posed with Cale in front of the castle. Cale put her down while you put your phone back in your bag and turned around with the ring box open. 

“Cale?” 

His face was in shock, but all of a sudden, he started laughing and reached into his own bag. Suddenly, Cale was down on one knee with a ring box while you stood in front of him with a ring box. 

Your face was flushed. People was stopping to look at you. But all you could see was Cale. Your perfect, sweet, caring, thoughtful fiancé. 

You screamed yes before he could even get the question out. He laughed as he put the ring on your finger. 

“Cale, you didn’t answer my question.” 

“You didn’t ask one, love.”

“Will you marry me, Cale Douglas Makar?” 

“It would make me the happiest man in the world.” He kissed you sweetly, and you slipped the ring on your finger. The small crowd of people around you cheered for you. Cale picked Lilly up and you handed your phone to a nice-looking couple and asked them to take a picture. And it now served as your wallpaper.  

A/N: Yes. This entire fic was based off of this tweet. No, I will not be taking questions. LMAO

https://twitter.com/virgoprincxss/status/1031921634951684097?s=20&t=t5DZrxlxwSquOAQ5pZi32Q 

I hope y’all enjoyed!!

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Passive radiative cooling can now be controlled electrically

Energy-efficient ways of cooling buildings and vehicles will be required in a changing climate. Researchers at Linköping University have now shown that electrical tuning of passive radiative cooling can be used to control temperatures of a material at ambient temperatures and air pressure. The results have been published in Cell Reports Physical Science.

"To cool buildings, for example, traditional air conditioning is mainly used today, which requires large amounts of energy and uses environmentally hazardous refrigerants. With the help of passive radiative cooling, the cold of outer space could be used to complement normal ACs and reduce energy consumption," says Magnus Jonsson, professor and leader of the Organic Photonics and Nano-Optics group at Linköping University.

Passive radiative cooling utilizes that thermal energy can leave an object in the form of infrared radiation. All objects emit heat as infrared light—trees, buildings, water and even humans.

Different types of materials emit different amounts of infrared heat. This depends on the ability of the material to absorb infrared radiation—the better it is at absorbing infrared heat, the better the material is at emitting the heat. For example, ordinary white writing paper is good at absorbing infrared heat and, consequently, at emitting it. By contrast, metals are rather bad at it, as most of the heat is reflected.

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#Materials Science #Science #Radiative cooling #Electronics #Temperature #Linköping University

[episodicnostalgia]

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, 108 (Feb. 22, 1993) - “The Passenger”

The Breakdown

Bashir and Kira are heading back to DS9 after a medical away-mission, when they pick up a distress signal from a transport vessel that’s lost control of an onboard fire.  Of the three passengers, one is dead, the second (a kobliad woman, named Ty Kajada) is injured, and a third (Kajada’s prisoner, Rao Vantika) who is injured and quickly dying.  Despite Bashir’s efforts, Vantika does indeed perish, but not before grabbing Bashir by the throat and uttering the words “Make me live” (kinky).   I wonder what that was about?  It’s probably nothing. MOVING ON!

Back at the station Kajada informs the primary ops crew (aka the main characters) that Vantika was a mass murderer/brilliant evil-scientist who was OB-SESSED with prolonging his life using every trick-in-the-sci-fi-book.  In fact, he was so effective in pursuing his goals that Kajada is having a hard time believing her foe-of-twenty-years hasn’t found a way to cheat death yet again. Her fears are only further heightened by the fact that (prior to his arrest) Vantika was on his way to Deep Space Nine, intent on stealing a shipment of dangerous MacGuffins (in this case, a hazardous material called deuridium). Despite her fears Bashir is positive that Vantika is so very dead, on account of how dead his dead body is.

Unfortunately, the station gets its active memory hard drive wiped, and all fingers point to Vantika’s heist being enacted by someone.  Sisko and Odo believe it to be an accomplice, but enough mysterious shit keeps happening to fuel Kajada’s belief that Vantika himself is responsible, and at large.  So what’s going on exactly?  Enter Jadzia Dax, who discovers that Vantika was working on a map of “The Humanoid Brain”, and with it a means to transfer his consciousness into another body, by way of some sneaky nano-tech embedded in his fingernails (of all places).  Dax guesses (with remarkable accuracy) that Vantika’s consciousness is laying dormant in someone else’s mind, unbeknownst to the whomever the victim-host may be; although she’s guessing that it’s probably Kajada (since both individuals are Kobliad).  As far as wild leaps of logic go, it’s a pretty good guess, and so the entire security team are put on guard to anticipate the deuridium heist being carried out by a Vantika-possessed Kajada (gesundheit).

In a twist that may utterly shock you, the REAL Vantika host turns out to be Julian Bashir *gasp*, who took on the rogue consciousness after Vantika choked him at the beginning of the episode! *double gasp* Since no one predicted an Evil-Julian (unless being insufferable counts), he almost manages to heist the shit out of that deuridium, but finds himself in a stalemate when his ship is caught in a tractor beam (courtesy of Sisko back on DS9).  Vantika counters by revving up the engines to stop him from being dragged back, but he also can’t break free.  Since a dueridium explosion would be devastating for the population of any planets in the sector, Vantika wages a bet that Sisko won’t risk letting the ship self destruct, and threatens to do exactly that if he isn’t released.  Thankfully Dax is quick on her feet, and creates a deus ex techno-babble-solution that interrupts Vantika’s hold on Bashir, giving the doctor just enough time to lower the ship’s shields, and be rescued.  

Epilogue: With Bashir safely restrained in sickbay, Dax is able to beam Vantika’s consciousness out of the doctor and into a small consciousness-carrying device that looks like a techno hockey puck. Sisko offers the puck to Kajada, who doesn’t hesitate to vaporise it in front of everyone, which I honestly think is more than fair.

Oh, there’s also a whole subplot about Odo butting heads with Starfleet security but I’ll circle back to that in a second.

The Verdict

‘The Passenger’ doesn’t do much for me, but I also can’t say I overtly hated it either, resulting in an episode that falls somewhere in the realm of acceptably mediocre.  Bashir’s possessed-by-a-bad-guy plot is equal parts predictable and forgettable, although my biggest criticism lies with Alexander Siddig, who’s performance as Vantika somehow achieves being both over-the-top and robotic all at once.  I always try to give actors the benefit of the doubt, and I’m willing consider that he was directed into this performance, but I suspect that this was more-than-likely a misstep on his part that the director simply failed to call out (which happens all the time in TV shows, with their tight production schedules).  As a relatively new performer to the medium, I appreciate that he was likely trying to create a performance that would be easily distinguishable from Bashir, but it comes off as so unnatural that it completely pulled me out of the story.  It doesn’t help that Bashir also innately hard to like in the early seasons; a part of that was (by all accounts) an intentional writing choice, but I’ve always suspected that Siddig’s professional growth as an actor played a significant role in my eventual appreciation of the character.  Whatever the reason, this early stab at a Bashir-centric episode falls flat.

The one thing that salvages the episode for me somewhat is in the Odo subplot.  Here we are introduced to Lieutenant Primmin, who is the new head representative of Starfleet security, which inevitably leads to a conflict between him and Odo over who has final authority as the station’s overall department head.  Primmin is inherently less interesting to me a character, but it does lead us to some engaging exchanges between Sisko and Odo.  This is yet another early glimpse into Sisko’s willingness to play outside the conventional Starfleet playbook. The way his character manages Primmin, while having Odo’s back, is another preliminary example of the unique challenges and relationships that would ultimately set this show apart from the other Star Trek shows.

2 stars (out of 5)

Additional Observations

Arrogant Doctor:  At the beginning of the episode Kira admits that Bashir’s work on the away mission was impressive, and he’s basically like “Yes, you are right.  I am amazing, and let me tell you more about why that is SO true.”  Kira is moments away from tearing him a new asshole when he’s spared by the distress signal.  What I wouldn’t give for this entire episode to be replaced by 45 minutes of Kira just ruthlessly berating Bashir.  What a little shit head.

I had forgotten about the Primmin character.  The amount of screentime he gets here suggests we’ll be seeing more of him, but a cursory look at IMDb shows that the very next episode will be his last appearance.  It’ll be interesting to see if there’s be an explanation for his departure, but I’m not holding my breath.

Dax GOAT: O’brien usually gets the goat-award on this show, but Dax REALLY came through here. She was so useful that one might even say it was a tad unbelievable.  All kidding aside, I love Dax (and not just because she’s played Terry Farrell), and I could just as easily lob this this complaint towards half of O'Brien's achievements if I wanted to be a dick about it. That said, this was one such occasion where the techno babble is a little more than I could overlook.  I’m happy to forgive sci-fi ‘fantasy technology’ as long as the rules of said-magical technology has been well established within the narrative, but this is not one of those times. Overall I just felt that Dax’s “scientific” solutions felt as conveniently spontaneous as they were contrived.

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[shonen-flop]

Wild Japan doesn't have night

#shonen manga #shonen #manga #manga panel #manga cap #seinen #manga aesthetic #nano hazard

[firewolf-pyro]

Episode six: Ailments of the superior

Olesia stood over a baby basket beside her desk. He had it rocking slowly from side to side like Kendra’s mother had suggested. She had explained that the gentle rocking motion kept babies calm and neither woman wanted to go out of their way to explain that they weren’t exactly using the cradle for a babe. Instead she now stood with her hand on her hips watching the writhing bundle of blankets that rested within the bars of the cradle.

Without much prompting she took her seat at her desk to continue her work. She had gathered the mucus samples from the Dalek Mutant to examine but found herself stumped. The beads that should have shown up for the DNA helix only showed diamond esc spicules all down its’ strand. It had taken her nearly two days to properly uncode the strand.

“What in the heavens-“ Jones gasped as he glanced over the baby carriage that held a slowly squirming form.

“I thought I told you to lock that thing up in a bio-hazard bin!” Jones shouted knowing full well how much radiation was leaking into the room at that very moment. He pulled out a bottle of pills and began handing them out to each of the workers.

“It was squirming too much- and shivering badly. I’m pretty sure it’s sick.” Olesia explained as she showed Jones the screen showing the strange Dalek cells along with some even stranger cells that were moving around destroying them. Besides the video the image of the Dalek’s genetics was being compared to the human’s.

“Sick? That’s twice the reason I gave ahead of time to lock it up. Who knows if what it’s got could be contagious to us.” Jones murmured as he lifted a bit of the blanket that had been wrapped around the mutant’s form. It did not move to shield itself or even flee, green ooze leaked from open wounds all along its form.

“I got a sample of its blood, there are nano-bots swarming like white blood cells all through it. Yet I still saw cells infected with a viral infection.” Olesia explained pointing to the cells that had exploded out of the strange Dalek cells only to meander off to infect more cells.

“Well. That’s the last thing we wanted after the last decade. Yet another virus running rampant through the streets.” Jones sighed before he flinched away from the Dalek Mutant which began coughing.

“It hasn’t really talked to us. When I asked what it was called, it identified itself as BT122… Then, when I muttered that wasn’t much of a name it offered me the name Blueton.” Olesia gestured vaguely at them. She leaned down to cover the mutant back up with the blanket.

“Sickening.” Jones grimaced as he watched her stare at the bundle.

“I actually find it kind of cute.” Olesia smirked as she gathered the bundle up from the basket. She began to rock it from side to side idly as if it were a baby. Jones’ look of disgust deepened.

“Ooookay- that’s about enough of that. That thing is a murderous monstrosity and you’re here handling it like it was an infant.” Jones scoffed as he walked away back to his office.

“No appreciation.” A very raspy voice hissed from the bundle on Olesia’s arms.

“Where are you trying to take us?” Ignored the voice closing the door behind him. He stared down at his desk placing some sunglasses on before pulling the glowing orb out of its sack. He had managed to get the orb to display a strange hologram. A long twisting line of flashing lights seemed to lead his eyes from one side of the image to the other.

“There has to be an easier way to understand.” Jones huffed as he twisted the orb around and around in his hands. He did not notice the door to his office creek open. Something wet slithered across the dark cold concrete of his office floors. He ignored it all in favor of pulling up a city map.

“There is.” The strange raspy voice hissed from just beside Jones’ desk. Jones froze at the sudden nose that filled the darkly lit office. He let out a quick yelp once his eyes landed on the mess of tentacles that lay sprawled out on the floor besides him.

With an involuntary kick he sent the mutant sailing away into the darkest part of his office. It let out a pained squeak before it landed with a wet splat against something hard. Books along some shelves in that corner began to shift and clatter to the floor as the Dalek Mutant quickly regained its composure. It worked hard to get out of reach of the frightened investigator.

“Rude! I attempt to assist and you assault me!” Blueton scolded Jones from where it sat clinging to some wiring and shelf fixtures.

“We don’t need your help, and aren’t you supposed to be sick? Bedridden even?” Jones panted as he moved to keep himself between the Dalek mutant and his desk. His hand scrambled behind him over the desk’s surface as he tried to flip over the papers that had been strewn about its surface.

“I am. I am not bedridden.” Blueton corrected him with a wrenching cough. It slipped a bit from its hiding space only managing to catch some of the metal piping to pull itself back up into the spot.

“Why are you so interested in this piece of technology Anyways, Dalek?” Jones asked as his hand closed around the orb in a protective manner.

“That is confidential. However, allowing me to assist in locating the place this device wants to take you will benefit the both of us.” Blueton stated matter-of-factly. Jones was inching his way away from the Dalek. He was not about to chance it with this war bred monster.

“Oleasia! Your Dalek is harassing me!” Jones yelled as he stumbled out of the room. Olesia glanced down at the empty baby carrier before quickly running into the office. The mutant stayed far out of reach from them, coiling all of its tendrils closer to itself.

“If you don’t tell us what you know about this, we don’t want - or need- your help.” Jones hissed sharply whilst Olesia was trying to grab the mutant. They were keeping themself well out of reach slithering along the tops of the security screens to keep away from her.

“I have little knowledge on this device.” Blueton admitted as he smooshed itself back into another corner.

“Little more than you do already, from what I have collected from your files.” Blueton continued before letting out a lowed yelp as Olesia managed to grapple a loose tendril after a high leap. She yanked the Dalek Mutant down from the corner before stumbling back into some lockers.

“Shush! We’ll discuss it later. You are being very rude right now, Dalek.” Olesia scolded as she hugged the now squirming mutant to her chest.

“Superior being, pah!” Jones scoffed as he gave Olesia plenty of room to return the Dalek to its bundle.

The pained dreams of the sick mutant lead his mind to the interior of a Dalek ship. Several Drones are lined up along the back wall leaving room at the center for a council. The pathweb it full of whispers that soon turn to loud arguing. Soon the arguing stops dead as a presence creeps into the room. They all look at a decorated door that has been closed to the Dalek drones. Through the door they can hear into the war room. A black capped Dalek stands motionless next to the hologram of the emperor within the room. The Supreme is at one side of the hologram table while Blue is left at the front.

“Your ideas are illogical! You have given us success in the past but I have now seen your pattern of failures.” The Emperor clad in white and gold scolds.

“Every error only ever occurred because of the Daleks fear of the Doctor. Removing him and focusing solely on him would benefit our -“ Blueton pleads though his audience was clearly ignoring every word escaping his translator.

“Enough! The cult of Skaro, the iron side Daleks, the reality bomb, just an insanely small selection of your ideas.” The Emperor continued. Blueton was forced into silence. He knew he had too many tendrils tied to too many individuals.

“Your loyalty to the Daleks is being questioned, strategist. You gave us win after win in the old days but as of late your usefulness has waned.”

“You are not seeing-“ Blueton again attempted to counsel himself. No lawyer in the universe could help in a situation such as this.

“Do not speak!” Ordered the black capped Emperor's Guard.

“Dalek strategist BT122, because you have assisted your kind for so long you will not be exterminated. You could still prove useful to our end goals.” The Supreme interrupts giving the Dalek only an ounce of hope.

“You propose to put me in the sewers?!” Blueton was disgusted at the thought. To be buried and forgotten after all he had done for the empire. It began to back away from the deciding forces.

“Incorrect, strategist. You will be deemed insane.” The Supreme corrected him. Blueton’s casing clattered against the sliding door to the war room waking him from his short moment of slumber. A sharp pain radiated up from one of his longer tendrils.

“You insane little thing- stop moving-“ olesia huffed as she held tightly to the squirming tendril as she pressed the plunger down on the syringe. Liquid pulsed through the needle into the thin nerves and blood vessels flowing through the tendril.

“There, that should be able to reverse whatever viral infection you caught.” Olesia sighed quickly, releasing the tendril. It pulled away quickly to hide itself amongst the others.

“Mev-o-lon- attack….” The Mutant sighed as he cautiously patted the injury.

“Hey, you’re finally awake. Oookay, I’ll note that down.” Olesia grinned as she tossed the needle into a sharps box before placing the syringe into a biohazard bag.

“Are you ever going to help us with this orb, Olesia?!” Henry barked from his desk. He was glaring down at the rocker the Dalek Mutant was being kept in.

“I have something new to play with, you can keep your creepy magic ball.” Olesia scoffed as she tucked the mutant back under the blankets. Henry rolled his eyes returning his gaze instead to the hologram of the orb’s pasted over a city map. They would be going to the ocean very soon, it seemed.

[Henry- “What’s BT stand for Anyways? Bitchy Tyrant?”

Kendra-"What about Bastard Thal, that would be a great insult.”

Olesia- “Blasphemous Tank, maybe?”

BT122- “Blue Tinted.”]

#doctor who #torchwood #dalek #torchwood’s dalek

[inkspellangel]

Sixth day of NaNo

13.5k/50k

Words today 1.8k

So I’m back down to 1.8k for today, but Sunday anxiety hit hard. I really don’t want to go to work tomorrow... 

At least I hit the goal for today, and according to the NaNo website I’m two days ahead of schedule.

My brain may also have sidetracked and maybe I’ve started planning for a short story or something of the kind about the older generation of finders. Morning Glory, Life Hazard and Zack are getting to me. :’D

Snippet under the cut.

“Rio…” She embraced him and let his tears fall. “It’s okay. Take your time.” She dried his tears with her handkerchief and redid it when new ones formed.

After a while, he didn’t know how long, he calmed down enough to speak. It was weak and choppy but the words actually came out of his mouth.

“Kaleb… He left… We were at Silver Oak… A doctor have disappeared… This old guy who needed a kidney… He said he was his dad… He turned around and stomped out. Then he was gone.”

Lilii was quiet for a long time, still embracing him. “Kaleb’s father, huh? Have he ever told you about him?”

He shook his head. “No, but he needed a kidney to survive. And he refused. Why would he not want to help family?” There was still so many things that Rio hadn’t been able to grasp.

@eccaiia There’s another Rio POV but with some context to what happened at the hospital

#nano writers #nanowrimo #my writing #wip:ssp #I've also learned today that Kaleb prefers 'Girly' soap smells

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[beardedmrbean]

Speculation around Finland's 2024 presidential election is heating up, with media outlets increasingly reporting on potential contenders for the job.

An Ilta-Sanomat (siirryt toiseen palveluun) survey finds that Bank of Finland Governor Olli Rehn (Centre) and Foreign Minister Pekka Haavisto (Green) are still top of mind when it comes to replacing President Sauli Niinistö whose second term is coming to an end.

The poll's surprise news, however, was the appearance of Mika Aaltola on the list of favourites for president. Aaltola, who heads the Finnish Institute of International Affairs, has featured prominently in domestic media outlets since Russia invaded Ukraine.

"I can't recall anything similar happening before—a true dark horse. Aaltola's rating is incredible for someone not linked to party politics," Juho Rahkonen of pollster Taloustutkimus told IS.

Aaltola (32 percent) was ranked in the survey behind Rehn (49 percent), Haavisto (45 percent), Prime Minister Sanna Marin (SDP), 35 percent, and ex-PM Alexander Stubb (NCP), 34 percent.

Alive but declared dead

What's it like to deal with your own death? Readers of Hufvudstadsbladet (siirryt toiseen palveluun) have flocked to a story about Sipoo-based retiree Rita Tackman who, after a call to her bank, found out why her debit card kept being declined—the authorities had registered her as deceased.

The Swedish-language daily explains that a human error linked to Rita's visit to a local hospital set in motion a chain of events that has taken months to clear up.

"It has been a very difficult time. I’ve waited in numerous phone queues, filled in lots of paperwork and personally visited different agencies," she told HBL.

A 28,000-year battery?

Finland's deep geological repository for spent nuclear fuel, Onkalo, has made global headlines over the years as a way to deal with hazardous, radioactive waste.

But are there other solutions? Business daily Talouselämä (siirryt toiseen palveluun) reports of scientists recycling nuclear waste to create radioactive diamond batteries.

California-based startup NDB is planning to release a nano-diamond battery next year, according to TE, noting that the firm calculates that the batteries could last up to 28,000 years.

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