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Composition of the Brain
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a) Gray and White Matter
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Parietal Lobe: Integrating sensory information, spatial awareness, and perception of pain and touch.
Occipital Lobe: Specialized for visual processing and perception.
Temporal Lobe: Involved in auditory processing, language comprehension, and memory consolidation.
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These encompass important structures such as the pituitary gland, hypothalamus, amygdala, hippocampus, and pineal gland, orchestrating hormone secretion, emotional regulation, memory consolidation, and circadian rhythms.
Blood Supply
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Cranial Nerves
The twelve pairs of cranial nerves, originating from the brainstem, mediate a diverse array of sensory and motor functions, encompassing olfaction, vision, facial expression, and auditory perception.
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I watched the first episodes of both the new racing anime, MF Ghost and Overtake! Here are my thoughts.
A little bit about me: I do like cars. I'm a big fan of Top Gear and have been since I was a teenager. I married a car mechanic who is building his own racecar (a 90s Lexus that he is going to put a 2JZ engine into). We watch NASCAR and F1 from time to time. He plays Gran Turismo and Forza. We have watched stages 1 and 2 of Initial D together. I wouldn't say I'm an expert car knower like he is, but I'm somewhat of a car knower.
MF Ghost (which I am just going to jokingly call Motherfucking Ghost until they spell it out) is from the same artist as Initial D, so it has that same uhh distinctive art style. Very square jaws, everyone is drawn as if they have on lipstick, etc. It's not my favorite art style. The CGI on the cars looks incredible - Initial D truly looks like the Money for Nothing music video by comparison lol.
My husband and I are both no fans of electric cars, and he's sometimes worried that gas engines will indeed someday stop being manufactured entirely as they are in the "15 minutes in the future" world of MF Ghost. A character also implies that all other forms of auto racing have shuttered or been banned ("he would have been in Le Mans back in the day"), making MF Ghost almost a dystopia!
Kanata is interesting - coming back to Japan to look for his father, and something has happened to his mother too (what could that be?), after going to a racing school (what kind? Is it just an MFG school? Or do they still do other kinds of auto racing?), he hops into a beautifully rendered Toyota 86 (the famed Hachiroku - we named our cat Hachi after this car) to get into MFG.
We do not see much racing at all in this first episode, and it ends RIGHT as the Eurobeat starts - which seemed like the ultimate "Awww man! Seriously?!" moment to me - but we do get to know Kanata and...Ren. Oh, Ren, honey, I can already tell that men are failing you. She's a high school student who works as a race queen in the SKIMPIEST outfit I've ever seen on a race queen (it is literally just a sports bra and white panties. It ain't no dang way those are pants of any kind) and two grown ass men are seen lusting after her. Because she doesn't want to disclose any information about herself, they don't know her age but we do, thus making the extensive male gaze she gets all the more stomach-twisting. Just once I would love for her to tell that Aiba guy "Oh, by the way? I'm in high school." He would shit his britches.
Of course, Initial D also dealt with a teenage girl, a whole child, having an enjo kosai relationship with a grown ass man. So grown ass men messing with girls when they should know better seems to just be a Thing that Shuichi Shigeno likes to put in his stories. Doesn't mean I have to like it. As a woman, I just want to protect Ren and help her!
Overall though, it's an interesting premise with a lot of questions.
To me Overtake has more passion and heart though. It's set in just the normal world, where F4 and Super GT racing both still exist lol, and mainly concerns a photographer (who very much reminded me of Kaji from Evangelion) who has been traumatized and cannot photograph people's faces as a result. He is assigned to take pictures of the Super GT cars and gets distracted by the F4, their opening act. Since he's an audience stand-in character, he gets a helpful education in the finer points of racing, making this much easier for car not-knowers to pick up. The characters are fun and charming, I don't see any obvious evidence of girls being manipulated by the male gaze (there are race queens but they're wearing proper outfits with tops and bottoms), there's a Godfather reference and LOTS of racing right from the jump. Seeing Koya suddenly get that light in his eyes as soon as he went into the paddock, I understood that - that's how I felt when my friend took me to my first hockey game. Immediately I was just like YUP this is awesome, I love it, more please. So I think Overtake has a lot of heart and a more upbeat feeling than MF Ghost.
I'll keep watching both because I'm interested in seeing where they're going, but I am a little 😬 about the treatment and portrayal of Ren.
Still, it's fun to have not one but TWO car racing anime in the same season!
Vikings College AU, Dom/sub/Dom, Ivar x Reader, Ubbe x Reader
It’s a broke, submissive college girl’s dream: living for free with your two crushes in exchange for doing all the housework. The Lothbrok boys wanted a “thrall,” and now you’re hoping they’ll notice that you’re game for all kinds of “services.” Ivar seems to know exactly what you’re looking for, but you’ve never met a Dom so mysterious, constantly keeping you off-balance and not sure what to expect next. And then there’s his brother Ubbe, who may not understand the kind of game you’re trying to play here, but makes up for it in raw sexiness and eager desire for you. But will these two strong-willed boys be able to play nice and share you as you live out one of your hottest fantasies with them both?
This fic is so far away from canon that it should be accessible to anyone that can imagine being in college and wanting to be submissive to two hot bros at the same time.
Catch up: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 (you can also find the whole thing on ao3)
A/N: after an embarrassingly long hiatus, I think I’m ready to finish this fic now. I have all the rest of it planned out, I think there will be 3 more chapters. And if I continue my streak of posting the chapters in part 1 and 2 chunks here on Tumblr, then I guess you have a lot to look forward to!
Also, you might want to review the previous section; what’s included below is pretty much all smut straight through. If you need a little seduction to get back in the mood first, the first half of the chapter is here.
Ubbe’s cock feels so good under your hand. How long had you been dreaming about touching it? How many times has he taunted you with the sight of it, letting you know how you had been affecting him on the most primal of levels. You take the time to savor it now, stroking that tantalizingly wide shaft through the thick fabric of his jeans.
“Do you like that?” Ubbe asks you, voice slow and thick. He’s got one hand on the wheel, one hand on the stick, and he keeps his eyes mostly on the road even as you slide and sculpt around the length of him. Ubbe drives like a speed demon, and apparently he can’t take it easy even with a distraction like you and your willing hand in his car. He shifts gears and tilts the wheel in tight, expert little motions, passing another car he deemed to be driving too slow. You know from driving with him in the past that just about everybody on the road qualifies for that judgment.
“I do,” you answer, with what you hope wasn’t too much self-conscious hesitation.
“Yeah?” Ubbe takes his hand off the shifter just long enough to pop open the button at the top of his fly, angling his hips enough to ease the zipper down. “Want to take a closer look?” He keeps his eyes on the road, letting you stare at the perfect profile of his chiseled face.
You never realized before this moment how much lust and hunger could feel similar. The prospect of getting your hands, and probably your mouth if the streets were dark enough, on Ubbe’s cock is actually making your mouth water right now.
Your fingers dance up to the opening in his fly. Ubbe puts his hand back on the shifter and leans his hips a little further, making more room for you. A heavy breath escapes him as your fingertips dive under the fabric.
The noise makes your submissive soul tingle. You’re quite sure Lauren or Sonya wouldn’t stoop to giving a guy road head before he’d even taken them out on a date, when you’d barely even had time to share more than a few breathless kisses yet, but you like feeling a little bit like a whore. If Ubbe wants this right now, why on earth would you withhold it from him?
You slide your fingertips across his lower belly, seeking the waistband of his boxer briefs. You allow yourself to indulge just a little in tracing your fingers along his skin, playing with the trail of hairs that tempt you lower. Ubbe rumbles an appreciative little sound, though you can almost detect a little whine at the end of it. He wants you to get on with it, doesn’t he.
Your fingers slip under the elastic band and feel down along the warmth of his body. The hairs get thicker and thicker as you go, though you can tell Ubbe keeps them cropped fairly short down here. You make contact with the side of his shaft; he’s angled mostly up and a little bit away from you, and you tickle your fingers up and down the edge of it.
“Fuck,” Ubbe whispers through his teeth; then, without looking away from the road: “are you teasing me right now?”
You give him a cute giggle, and a few more light, quick fingertip strokes. “Maybe.”
His brow crinkles, crookedly, and he glances at you like he can’t quite believe what he just heard. “I thought you were a good girl.” Blood rushes to your face. “Or do you want me to treat you like a bad girl, hm?” Watching you out of the corner of his eye, he reaches behind your head, curling his fingers into your hair, close to the scalp just above your neck. He tugs once, and you moan at the tiny pain.
You accept the reprimand, relishing the way he’s taken control of your head, and push your fingers deeper into his pants. You wrap them around the warm velvet iron of his shaft. The contact feels electric against your palm.
He groans, first tightening his grip on your hair, creating a sharp pain, and then releasing it quickly, as if he had only just realized how hard he was pulling. He scratches your scalp in an appreciative caress as you trace your loosely-cupped fist up and down the length of him. “Fuck.”
There is barely any room to work him while still inside his pants. You’re just pondering whether you should take his dick out, and what’s the best route for that, when Ubbe stops the car at a traffic light. The street isn’t busy, but there is another vehicle waiting alongside yours. Still not as much privacy as you would like.
Ubbe’s hand leaves the shifter, returning to the back of your head and pulling you toward him, his mouth meeting yours halfway for a searing kiss that seems to go on and on. He breaks away as decisively as he went in, shifting gears before you’ve even opened your eyes, barely crossing the intersection before he’s shoving the top of his undies down, letting the full length of his cock spring free.
It’s magnificent in the flashing lights of the passing streetlights. The ruddy head of it looks positively swollen with need, and you lean over his hand on the shifter to wrap your lips around its tip. You flit your tongue, tasting the salt of pre-cum. More evidence of how much he’s been longing for you.
A guttural groan comes out of Ubbe’s throat. It sounds both pleasured and exasperated, and after you give him just one more lick, his arm that’s underneath your bent torso is pushing you up and away. He needs to shift the gearstick. You lift your head to see the oncoming red glow of another traffic signal.
Turns out, there are too many traffic stops on the drive home for you to give Ubbe any proper road head. Every time you lean down to run your tongue around that fat, glorious head, you get in no more than a few licks before he needs room to shift gears again. The whole stick shift thing is suddenly feeling a lot less sexy.
Settling back into your seat, you keep your hand wrapped loosely around his shaft, arm snaked under his and giving him plenty of room to change gears. You’re counting down the minutes with lazy strokes and firm squeezes until he pulls into the parking garage attached to your building.
You can’t help but notice that Ivar’s car is in its assigned parking space as Ubbe backs into his own beside it. He must be inside the apartment. It’s impressive, really, how Ubbe is able to reverse the car so competently between the narrow lines while your fist is still gripping his rock-hard erection. As soon as he’s got the car in ‘park,’ he kills the headlights, but does not turn off the engine. He reaches across to pull you in for a kiss, wild and needy. His mouth plays expertly across your own, sucking and nipping until you’re sure your lips will be swollen.
“Fuck, babydoll, you want it bad, don’t you,” Ubbe groans against your cheek. His mouth assaults your neck again, teeth grazing your skin and tugging at your ear. “Such a dirty little girl, grabbing a guy’s cock when he’s just trying to drive her home.” His kiss claims your mouth again before you can answer. You tug harder and he squares his hips toward you. He breaks away after one last a flourish of his tongue and wraps his hand around the back of your neck, pointing your face toward his straining cock. “Let’s see how far can you fit that down your throat.”
Your pussy clenches on nothing and you moan as you bend down to show him. You’re still not sure if Ubbe has any idea about doing BDSM the “right” way like Ivar does, but his frat boy, bad-porn style of dirty talk is working for you anyway. Your head is spinning at the whirlwind this night has turned into, as you suck his cock deep into your mouth. Not in a bad way, though; you’ve built enough of a relationship with Ubbe over the past weeks to know there’s a caring guy behind this disrespectful façade. It’s safe to let this thing get a little wild.
His cock is thick. It’s hard work to suck him down deeper, and the press of his blunt head at the back of your throat bothers you a little as you strive to show Ubbe just how far you can take him. Judging by his noises, you’re doing well, though, and his hands clench and un-clench in your hair as your head bobs up and down. Like he wants to encourage you but he’s holding himself back from choking you on the damn thing. “Fuck, that’s good, oh, take it deep like that.”
Soon instead of pushing you down, his clutching fingers start pulling you up.
“Get up here, straddle me, I want to see you.”
You kick your heels off quick as you can. Ubbe rips at the seat control and lays it back almost flat, giving you just enough space to plant your knees to either side of his hips on the expensive leather and hover your body over his. Your hands land on his shoulders, keeping you balanced while hunched under the roof, and while your faces are almost close enough to kiss again, Ubbe’s eyes are focused lower.
His palms run up your thighs, greedy, still muttering filthy nothings while pushing your skirt up until you remember you’re not wearing anything underneath it. You make a warning noise and he slows down, sliding around to the sides and then exploring the bottom curve of your ass carefully, reawakening the welts Ivar left there without causing any new damage. His gaze comes back to your face, pupils widening, as his hands cover both your cheeks. Reaching that far lifts his upper body closer to yours but still he doesn’t kiss you. Your skirt’s now shoved up high enough that you know your whole pussy would be visible through the front windows, if anyone were to come walking by. He spreads you further, and you wonder if he’s thinking about that too.
Does he want Ivar to catch you? Does he know you’ll be punished? Or does he not want the interruption, is that the reason that Ubbe’s tracing his fingers between your legs out here, and not taking you inside to his more comfortable bed. The questions blur and scatter as his finger slides along the slick he finds between your inner lips.
“Fuck, dirty girl,” he marvels, “you really like getting treated like this. You’re so fucking wet for me.” But he doesn’t plunge his fingers in like you’re expecting, like he did out on the balcony back at the party. Instead his hands slide up your sides, coming to scoop around your breasts, leaving your skirt rucked up high. “I want your tits out.” He pushes the straps of your tank top and bra down your shoulders, far enough to scoop your breasts out into the thin light of the parking garage’s scattered fluorescents. “That’s my beautiful, slutty little girl. Just imagine if someone came by and saw you like this.”
He slaps you across the side of your ass, lightly, but you’re sensitive enough to jump and moan just from that. His eyes follow the bounce of your breasts, hanging out of your shirt above him. Your clothes are still technically on, but they’re not covering anything important, are they.
“I love the idea of someone else seeing what I got to watch last night,” he murmurs, and then his fingertips are sliding between your slick folds again. “Would you come for me right here, with your pussy pointed right out the windshield?”
You moan in agreement, and his fingers find your clit. He keeps on muttering filthy nothings as he traps it with his fingers and squeezes, then rocks in circles that make your toes curl. His other hand squeezes into your thigh, trying to pull you closer. His lips trace the skin of your neck.
“Fuck. I can’t wait anymore.” The growling edge of his voice sounds ragged and you absolutely believe him on that. You’re feeling it too; his fingertip on your clit is amazing but after all the buildup of the past few days you need so much more than just a little teasing. “Will you ride me?”
You look down at his cock, still springing tall and proud from his open jeans, framed by your knees. You want nothing more than to sink right down onto it. “Do you have a condom?” you somehow remember to ask.
Ubbe grins darkly, and with only a little digging produces one from his pocket.
You pluck it from his fingers. “Let me.”
You’re so conscious of his eyes on your body as you sit up and concentrate on tearing the little packet open. Your bare thighs, your pert and exposed nipples, the teasing glimpse of your pussy that’s surely visible to him under the skirt that’s been pushed up to your hipbones.
Ubbe’s looking like a wet dream himself, reclined underneath you with his shirt riding up over cut abs, a light trail of hair leading down from his navel to the base of his straining cock. His pale eyes are rapt and so hungry he’s almost begging.
But only almost. As you roll the slippery latex over his fat head, a predatory spark blooms across his features. His fingers spasm and you know that as soon as you get this condom situated, you’re all his.
He scoops up your ass with both hands, pulling you closer to line yourself up. “You might be Ivar’s in there,” he murmurs, and there’s no trace of unhappiness in the words, “but right now you’re all mine. Show me. Sink yourself right down on it for me.”
So he does know. And, apparently, is entirely cool with the situation. You tease yourself with the tip of him for a moment, gliding it along your inner folds. With his eyes locking onto yours, Ubbe spits into his fingers and reaches out to coat your entrance, a cocky look on his face like he knows exactly how wide he is and how you’re going to need this to take him all the way in. Then he grasps himself at the base and presses in between your slick folds.
The stretch feels amazing as you sink down onto him. His fat cock fills you up and just keeps coming, inch after delicious inch. When your hips come to rest against his you just stay there for a while, reveling in it, gloriously full.
He bumps his hips, just a little, and you shudder. Even a small movement has a huge effect with a cock like his, making you feel tight and delicate above him. “Not too much for you already, am I princess?” he teases.
“Ho—just hold on,” you gasp, holding onto his shoulder and trying to get a grip so you don’t just drool in his face.
But Ubbe doesn’t want to see you get control of yourself. He wants to see you a panting mess. “Like this?” he says, grasping one of your hips in each hand, squeezing hard and pulling you against him even tighter.
“Ah!” you squeal, but maybe the motion feels better, despite the intensity. You rock against him, taking a shuddering breath in, and find that all that stretch melts into pure pleasure when he’s moving inside you.
“Is that how you like it, babygirl.” He turns his hips up to meet yours, matching your rhythm as he stares up at your face. “You’re taking it so good for me.”
His thrusts start to hit harder, and it becomes more difficult to keep up as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through in his wake.
“Fuck, yeah, this tight little thing. I love to feel you ride me.”
You try and rally, forcing your core muscles to keep moving because that’s what Ubbe wants. Even though his sweet impaling is making your legs feel weak.
“That’s it. Stay up just like that.” His hand has found the back of your neck and he’s coaxing you to sit up as straight as you can inside this car, bouncing over him. “You look amazing. Keep your back straight.”
Every demeaning little instruction just makes you wetter, your core burning and stretching around his fat hog with each pornographic phrase that comes out of his mouth.
“God, your pussy’s tight. I want to feel you cum all over my dick.”
He brings his hand between your bodies, finding your clit and batting a rapid, back-and-forth rhythm across it.
“Just stay up—keep sitting up high and pretty for me so I can watch you cum.”
It doesn’t take long, not with the string of filthy words that keep coming out of his mouth, not with his expert finger on your clit and the staccato bounce of his cock buried to the hilt inside you. You press your lips together so that you don’t wail as you come to pieces all around him.
As soon as you gasp in your next breath, Ubbe’s grabbing your hips again, taking over all the movements and not giving you even a moment’s rest after your peak. He fucks up into you, fast and hard and with more force than you thought one could accomplish from the driver’s seat of a tiny sports car. You bury your face in your shoulder to stop from yelping, hands clutching at his shoulders as he groans and drives himself on. “Fuck—yeah. Fuck—yeah.”
He’s hollowing you out. The aftershocks of your orgasm feel like little climaxes of their own, given that Ubbe is still bucking up into you for all that he’s worth. You’re panting, gasping into his ear and you can’t decide if you need him to finish right the fuck now, or if you want this to go on forever.
His whole body strains, and a long, wrecked sound pushes between his teeth and against your ear. He holds you to him tight, shuddering through wave after wave of his evidently spectacular finish. “Oh,” he finally pants, with a concluding-style tone, “fuck. Yeah.” His arms wrap you up tight as his entire body relaxes underneath you. “Wow, Y/N. Just, wow.”
You’re floating. Shimmering high above the clouds, luxurious and electrified both at once. You nuzzle into Ubbe’s neck and he shifts to make room for you there, inviting the post-coital snuggle.
Except, absolutely nothing else about your current position is comfortable. As your consciousness comes back down to earth, your knees are screaming and your ass feels way too conspicuously bare up here in the front seat. The steering wheel is likely not providing it much cover. You shift, and Ubbe nuzzles your cheek before letting you go. He holds the bottom of the condom down as you disengage and swing yourself back as gracefully as you can into the passenger seat.
Ubbe tilts his own seat high enough to be even with yours again. He rolls his face toward you, peaceful and present. As soon as you’ve got your shirt covering your chest again, he’s reaching out to take your hand.
“You’re really ok with this.” It’s not really a question, though he’s looking at you like he wants a response. “Both of us.”
Warmth blooms through your body as you continue to straighten your clothes. “I’m the one that should be surprised, that you’re cool with it.”
Ubbe smiles, a little darkly. “Ivar and I, we’ve got a way that we work things out. When we both want the same thing.” His thumb is playing idly with the side of your finger.
“I think I’m gathering that.”
You’re still settling your skirt back into its correct place when you hear the stairwell door swing open. The sound of Ivar’s crutches on the concrete confirm the nervous thrill that runs through you at the noise; you look down at your fingers entwined between Ubbe’s. Does this count as “his hands on you?” You glance up to meet Ubbe’s eyes nervously. He squeezes once and then lets go with a soft, conspiratory smile.
You smooth your skirt one last time and try not to look too suspicious as Ivar comes past Ubbe’s car on the way to his own.
His face lights up when he catches your eye through the glass. “Y/N, I was hoping you would be back soon!” He nods to his brother. “So kind of Ubbe to drive you home.”
Ubbe nods with a grunt that only sounds a little bit annoyed. There is a bit of smugness to Ivar’s smile.
“Forgot my phone,” Ivar says, holding it up after rummaging through his car. “Let’s go inside, shall we? I was just about to start a movie.”
It’s too difficult to concentrate on the film he wants to show you. You’d rather think about how good it feels to be tucked under Ivar’s arm, snuggled up in the dark, even if it is a little odd that the guy that just fucked your brains out is now the one back in his bed sleeping alone.
Ivar’s fingers are dancing over your limbs, slowly, intermittently, as you pretend you’re paying attention to the movie. There’s nothing urgent about it; his fingertips just seem to like to explore.
He tickles at the base of your hairline, rolls his face into the crook of your neck. How are you supposed to think about anything but that? If he starts kissing you, you’re just going to turn off the movie.
“You’re lucky that you had your clothes back on,” Ivar murmurs in your ear. His fingers keep playing idly with your hair. “I came so close to catching you.”
You emit a sort of small animal noise. You know you didn’t violate any of his instructions today, but you still feel deliciously trapped.
“Did you enjoy yourself?” he asks, tone even, and a little bit amused.
“Mhm,” you answer in a small voice.
He nips at the edge of your ear. “Did he make you cum?”
Somehow the question sends heat flooding between your legs all over again. You’re not sure if it’s the right answer, but you nod ‘yes.’
Ivar’s fingers dig in for a moment. “Good.” Then they go back to drawing little circles all over your skin. “Tight space in that car,” he murmurs. “Were you riding him?”
Does Ivar like thinking about this as much as you do? Or is all of this some kind of trap. “Uh huh.”
Get up here, on my lap.” He pulls on your leg, setting you up to straddle him. “Let me look at you.”
You spread your legs for the second time tonight, bridging Ivar’s lap and grateful that the couch is soft enough under your overworked knees. Your pussy is already throbbing. Or did it never stop throbbing since Ubbe so thoroughly beat it up?
Ivar looks up at you, perfectly pleased by everything he sees. “Do you know how obvious it is when you’re aroused?”
You try to stop your face from flushing.
“I can tell so easily. Your lips part”—he reaches up, brushing his thumb along your bottom lip, peeling it down a little further—“your lashes get heavy, but your eyes sharpen.” His fingers trail down your collarbone. “Your skin somehow glows.”
He has to be making half of that up, but it sounds good. You put your hands on his shoulders.
“Don’t touch me, touch yourself.”
You bring your hands to your breasts, a little awkward. You wish he would let you admire his body too. Maybe you’ll ask him for that later.
He leans in, saying the next words a little lower. “You like the idea that we are both going to use you now, whenever and however we want.”
His words make you moan in agreement, and you scoop up your tits and nod.
“Our little thrall.” Affection and possessiveness drip in equal measure from his lips. “You wanted it as much as I did. I could tell, when I said it that day. You started to glow then, too.”
His fingers dance over your thighs, but he does not try to push up under your skirt.
“Tell me how much you love to be at our disposal.”
You purr for him, a little embarrassed but more than turned on enough to say some dirty things for him. “I’m all yours.” You rock your hips gently against him, mindful not to put too much pressure on his legs, and “I love letting you… have me, any part of me you want.”
“Whenever I want.”
“Whenever you want.”
“No matter how many times you’ve already come today.”
You definitely feel a flush after that one. Ivar’s hands trace up your waist, then catch at your wrists and push your hands down your body.
“Touch yourself for me now.”
You arch your back and sneak your hand into the waistband of the skirt, happy to ease the ache that’s been growing between your legs. You go right to your favorite spot, closing your eyes and making soft sounds of delight for him.
Ivar’s fingers dig into your thighs. The pain only heightens your excitement. “I almost feel sorry for you. Ubbe’s an animal, you know. Now that you’re ours he’s going to grab you every time he needs to nut and my God, that guy usually whacks it several times a day.” Although you may not be sure what, exactly Ivar gets out of telling you this, the thought is certainly sending your own arousal skyrocketing. “But then, no matter how he uses you, then”—he whacks your bottom swiftly, reactivating the bruises he left there last night—“you will always, always be ready for me.” He grabs at your wrist, making sure you’re still going, still working yourself as eagerly as he wants. “Even right afterwards. Won’t you.”
You hum and nod and press yourself even faster.
“Show me,” he urges, face dark and rapt as he stares up at your writhing passion. “Show me how your body can be so fucked out and still so absolutely ready for me.”
You moan and spread your legs wider, bringing yourself close to the edge but not wanting the moment to be over just yet. You try to keep your eyes open, staring at the way Ivar’s pupils have gone so wide there’s barely any blue, the way he licks his lips as he looks down the line of your body.
One of his hands finally slides underneath your skirt. His fingers climb quickly, his target clear when he runs one fingertip up and down your pussy. His growl is a deeply pleased noise. “So wet. That’s good, you’ll need it.” He presses more firmly; your swollen lips are tender from fitting all of Ubbe in and you jump. Ivar’s other hand is at the small of your back, catching you, holding you down.
Somehow the invasion of that one finger is as powerful to your system as Ubbe’s entire cock. Maybe it’s the way that Ivar’s gorgeous face is smirking up at you, or the sting still echoing through your abused backside, but all he has to do is press that one finger up and into you and suddenly your body is clamping down and spasming an unexpected release all around it.
You moan and writhe and keep working your own clit as the moment stretches on; you hadn’t planned to come so fast but you’re certainly going to make the most out of it. Judging by the praise Ivar’s murmuring up at you as you ride the waves of climax, you’re giving him exactly what he wanted.
When you’ve thoroughly exhausted your second fantastic orgasm of the day, you try and slump comfortably against your lover. “Stay up,” he orders instead. “Keep your back straight, I’m not done looking.”
And so you sit up straight above him, closing your eyes and letting only your head sag a little as you try and catch your breath coming down. Ivar makes it difficult by wiggling that finger inside you several times more, making pleased noises at the way you shudder and struggle to deal with the overstimulation.
“So gorgeous,” he whispers. Then he finally withdraws his finger, and draws you down to snuggle against his chest.
His hands spread wide and happy across your back. “Sorry I came so fast,” you feel compelled to say.
“Are you kidding? What better compliment could there be. You can’t control yourself around me.”
You both smile.
“I know you will always have more for me.” He pulls you down to settle into the couch beside him, grabbing a blanket to spread over the two of you. “I really do want to show you this movie, though.” He lifts the remote and presses rewind. “No more distractions now.”
Info: CA: Civil War Era. Tony Stark enlists his daughter to find the web slinging spider in Queens.
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A/N: There’s one part where maybe pretend you have an ‘A’ initial, this idea was written more for my OC on Wattpad, so I’m sorry, but I kinda love it so I didn’t wanna change it.
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“Where are you headed all dressed up?” Tony asks as you’re leaving your room at the compound.
“All dressed up? Dad this is a suit.” You laughed him off, he walked with you as you were making your way towards the front to board the jet.
“Alright Scully, where are you headed? Did I miss a memo for a shareholder meeting or something?” Tony asked.
Ever since you’d presented the information to him about the Mayor, he had been extra protective. But you’d done as he suggested, you turned the information over to the FBI. They suggested that for the time being, you keep up with Thomas and the family for appearances sake, to not cause suspicion. You told this to your father. What you didn’t tell him was that the FBI invited you to aid in the investigation, due to your proximity to the case you’d be useful. Also considering they were likely stealing from a government warehouse that was half Stark owned and maintained. You’d be a good person to have on board, and your commitment would be minimal. You’d publically stay with Thomas until they told you it was time to distance yourself, meaning they’d found something or want to provoke the family into making a mistake and slipping up, hopefully exposing a hole in their network they could exploit. You thought it was a good idea, you also thought it would be best for your father’s nerves if you didn’t tell him the full story.
“I guess someone doesn’t read their emails. But no, Linda has me judging the annual robotics competition at MIT, so it’s Back to School for me.” You spoke, digging through your purse, making sure you had everything, your suitcase should have already been on the jet, but you were only going to be gone for a few days.
Tony nodded, as if he now remembered seeing something about that somewhere. He saw the jet on the tarmac, ready to take off any minute as you both stood before the glass entrance of the compound.
“Alright Animal House, no toga parties.” He hugged you goodbye, you chuckled at the thought of a bunch of engineers throwing a toga party.
“I’ll try my best. I’ll be back in a few days. Oh, and tell Wanda I left a box of clothes for her in my room. And I made a prototype of an upgrade for Rhodey’s braces that I left in the lab for you to do some testing on.” You began to ramble off things for him, knowing there was a low chance he’d remember everything.
“Alright mother hen, you don’t want to be late.” He hugged you once more, shooing you off.
You made your way to the jet, as Tony watched you from a distance. His little girl, all grown up. He hadn’t seen you this happy in a while, it brought a smile to his face. Ever since he’d practically ordered you to stay away from Peter, he noticed a change in you. You spent so much time in the lab, tinkering on things to take your mind off of life. You were rushed around from interview to interview, dress fitting to dress fitting, and photoshoot to photoshoot. He noticed the toll it was taking on you. He hated seeing you so run down, and nearly considered giving the kid a chance. Maybe things wouldn’t be so bad, it worked for him and Pepper, it might just be able to work for them. He’s a good kid, but he’s not willing to take a chance yet, not when it comes to his daughters safety. He’s kept you safe for a long time, and he didn’t want to ever see you hurt again.
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As you arrived in Boston, after a quick flight, a car was waiting to take you the rest of the way to MIT.
The car pulled into the familiar streets where you’d resided for a few years when you were younger. You hadn’t been back in years, yet it all looked the same. Near the entrance you spotted some of your old professors chatting, likely they were also judges.
“Y/N.” One greeted you, his expression somewhere between surprise and joy.
“Dr. Greenfield, it’s nice to see you again.” You smiled, shaking his hand.
“You’re all grown up now aren’t you. You know, I still remember your first day in my class. I had to go home and rework half of my lesson plans.” He chuckled at the memory. You remembered sitting in his class, answering all his questions that were meant to stump the class. He was a sweet older man, and you were happy to be here with him now.
You chatted and caught up for a few more minutes before you were invited inside to check in and meet the teams. You were given a metal name plate that you slipped on. Dr. A. Stark, it read.
You met the other 5 judges and mingled for a bit while the teams were still setting up in their prospective rooms. Some were industry experts, some were old professors of yours. Each judge had been assigned to a team, to mentor and offer insight and guidance before the final judging in two days time.
When a facilitator led you into a room of five boys standing in front of their invention, you weren’t met with the warm welcome you were expecting.
“Gentleman, I’d like to introduce you to your mentor Dr.-” The facilitator was cut off by one of the boys, he seemed to be the ringleader of the group.
“No, no, our mentor is Dr. A. Stark. Anthony Stark. Not some...” He waved his hand at you, trying to think of the best descriptor, “Vogue cover girl.”
You’d had a nice day so far, you were willing to let it slide, but when he opened his mouth and spoke to you with such disrespect, you were going to make him wish he’d called in sick today. The facilitator, likely a student committee volunteer, had her mouth hung open slightly in shock, she didn’t know what to do. So you stepped forward towards the boys, and that’s exactly what they were.
“You got Dr. A. Stark. Y/N (I’m sorry my OC has an A initial) Stark. My father actually doesn’t have a PhD. But I’ve got two. One of them in Electrical Engineering from this fine university.” You raised your hands motioning to the school around you, stepping closer once more, and oh if looks could kill. “But if you don’t want my help, I’m sure there are other teams who would be happy to have me...”
You turned on your heel and made one strutt towards the door before whipping around once more.
“By the way, you’re going to need the help, because I can spot six errors already from here. Seven if you count that sloppy rotary potentiometer.” And with that, you spun towards the door once more and didn’t look back at what you were certain were five speechless boys nearly shaking in their boots.
You’d certainly inherited a flair for the dramatics from your father, but this time it was merely a facade. Deep down you were on the verge of tears. This was your livelihood, you didn’t care if the civilian population thought you were some brainless covergirl, but you at least thought the people in your own field would respect you. The opinion of five students shouldn’t have hit you as hard as it did, but it now had you questioning everything. Every move you’ve made since that damn photograph came out.
You were leaning on the wall in the stairwell, if you were going to cry, you were going to make sure none of them saw you do it. You suddenly heard the large metal door open next to you, and a student looked at you in shock.
“Dr. Stark?” He asked, he wasn’t one of the boys from before, he must have been on another team. You knew he wasn’t like the others, he at least seemed to recognize you and your title.
“That would be me.” You smiled, lifting yourself off the wall slightly.
“I read your paper on nanoparticle technology. I think it’s completely revolutionary, I mean the implications alone... I just, it blew my mind.” He smiled, you watched as he spoke so passionately, waving his hands about as he spoke. A smile slowly spread to your face as well. In his excitement, he’d forgotten to introduce himself. He was tall but lanky, with a dirty blond mop of hair resting on his head, and deep blue eyes.
“That was my doctoral thesis from a few years ago. Back then the idea was completely theoretical, but even today at Stark Industries we’re developing prototypes using only nanotech.” You stated proudly.
“How’d you get around the deterioration objective?” He asked, with a slight tilt of his head.
“A housing unit that harnesses palladium and vibranium to almost charge the particles.” You explained, enjoying watching his eyes pop as you explained. It was refreshing talking to someone who spoke your language.
“That’s brilliant. It’s really such an honor to meet you. I know my team and I would be grateful if you would be able to spare a few minutes to look at our design? Our mentor is just... well he doesn’t have your experience.” He rubbed the back of his head nervously.
“I’ll see what I can do.” You smiled, “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”
“Harley, Harley Keener.” He shook your hand with a smile.
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Sorry this chapter is a little shorter, I’ve basically got the next one written but I thought it might be too long to combine them. Don’t worry Peter’s coming in soon!
On the off chance that you are searching for the best meat processor audits, you are in the correct spot. Summer is around the bend and it's the ideal opportunity to host a BBQ gathering in the lawn. This survey will assist you with making your gathering simpler! It's difficult to deny that delicious hamburger patty or those mouth-watering kebabs. In any case, in the event that the meat isn't ground as expected, it'll salvage the flavor of the dish and make it thick. Meat processors come in both manual and electric variations. The two sorts accompany a few benefits and faults.
With such countless various models on the lookout, it's not difficult to feel lost and confounded around them. Tracking down your best match can be a significant overwhelming assignment. We're here to your salvage, to furnish you with meat processor surveys and to help track down the best quality meat processor on the lookout.
We've made this article after intensive examination on the best models accessible in the market so you can pound the meat effectively with no problem. We have picked the best ten models that will make meat pounding simple as a breeze. We should investigate our top Picks. We should investigate our blog.
STX Turboforce Classic 3000 Series: Best Meat Grinder Under 200
The main model on our rundown is STX Classic Series 3000. This is the best model for you. It's an electric meat processor that can granulate any kind of meat flawlessly. Alongside an engaging tempered steel plan, it has a momentous presentation which empowers it to granulate at rapid. This machine can viably crush to 240 pounds of meat inside 60 minutes.
In the first place, this famous meat processor machine highlights 3000 watts of pinnacle yield power with 3 paces high, low, and converse. The opposite work is effective with regards to unclogging the processor. It can go through delicate bones, tendons, and ligaments with no trouble.
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The machine accompanies bunches of adornments which you won't discover on different models. There are 3 unique sizes of frankfurter stuffing tubes and with the beaner plate, hotdog making has never been so natural. In the event that your hands get a lot of tired stuffing frankfurters, you can rely upon the foot pedal to control the machine.
With regards to sturdiness, the STX Classic 3000 is exceptional. With the sticker price of this machine, it would be a misuse of cash in the event that it quits working inside a couple of months. In any case, this is the point at which their licensed quad air cooling configuration comes in to keep the engine from overheating and guarantees a trustworthy assistance for a long time to come.
One fault about the item is its parts ought to never be cleaned utilizing the dishwasher as it can create stain or imprint. Along these lines, you need to wash it utilizing warm water and gentle cleanser. From that point onward, the parts should be dried and oiled to avoid rusting.
This item comes upheld by a 30-day unconditional promise and furthermore a 3-year guarantee that incorporates free work and parts. Agreeable item for individual and business use. Learn more .
Best Inexpensive Meat Grinder
The following in line on our rundown is the BBday Electric Meat Grinder. It's made out of a lustrous tempered steel body that adds to the predominant form quality and gives it a smooth look too. The treated steel body likewise assists the machine with avoiding rusting.
This business meat processor granulates countless meats and bones consistently. It has a component of 13"x9"x2-3/8" that makes it huge and empowers it to chip away at a huge amount of meat at a time.
We have a recommendation for you, assuming you need to improve results, you should hack the meat into little pieces particularly the chilly ones. This will help the meat to not stall out and will save you time too. It likewise accompanies additional recipient parts like hardened steel blade, stuffing plates, and stuffing tubes alongside a strong meat stomper.
The engine has been planned with 3 rates to meet your preferred utilization forward granulate, wiener stuffing cylinders, and converse mode. Moreover, there are cutting blades, a removable taking care of plate, and a neck for longer assistance life.
LEM Products Big Bite Electric Meat Grinder: Best Heavy Duty Meat Grinder
Up next in the crushing machine audit list is LEM's Big Bite Electric Meat Grinder Review. This granulating machine isn't intended for pounding an immense pack of meat as it's very lightweight and minimized estimated. In any case, it's reasonable enough to crush a little segment of meat rapidly.
The element of the processor is 18.5 x 9.1 x 15.6 inches and accompanies a treated steel meat dish. The heaviness of the machine is 28.7 pounds which makes it lightweight and simple to convey any place you need.
It accompanies a brushed steel finish and strength of .50 that can consummately be utilized to pound meat. A peaceful engine highlight is incorporated to diminish exhausting sounds contrast with another enormous crushing machine out there. It can crush to 7 lbs. meat each moment.
With the LEM Stainless Steel Grinder, you'll have the option to granulate a wide range of meats like hamburger, chicken, or sheep. It's a substantial meat processor. However, we suggest that on the off chance that you need you can crush light vegetables and natural products too. To assist you with the pounding interaction, there's a guidance manual provided with it.
On the off chance that you need to granulate meat to get ready pet food and furthermore for individuals who love to have more space in the kitchen, this LEM large nibble electric meat processor is an ideal decision. With this value, this crushing machine is a decent arrangement. It's one of the lightest LEM processor items out there on the lookout.
The item comes upheld by 5 years guarantee with lifetime client assistance from the producer. Smellmykitchen
Sunmile SM-G50: Best Home Meat Grinder
Sunmile SM-G50 is an incredible crushing machine that is an ideal decision for essential use. It has the ability to deal with a wide range of meats. We tracked down that it can crush meats, however with this machine, you can likewise pound nuts as well. The machine can crush to 185 pounds each hour.
This is the best electric meat processor. The entire body is made of tempered steel while the processor head and the enormous limit plate are made of cleaned cast aluminum. The component of the item is 13.6 x 6.2 x 13.6 inches which makes it pretty smaller and you'll deal with no issue discovering space for this.
The machine has 1.6 strength, 600 watts (half force), and greatest catalyst to 1000 watts which will assist it with granulating meat viably. With this much force, it can granulate almost 200 pounds of meat in under 60 minutes. Additionally, there is an electrical switch remembered for this machine which will assist it with forestalling overheating or catching fire. The maker utilizes this electrical switch for electrical flood wellbeing. This model runs at half force on substitute.
This electric crushing machine accompanies an opposite alternative that will assist you with restarting the meat granulating regardless of whether you're trying to pounding meat. Likewise, it makes them cut sharp edge alongside three granulating cutting plates and the entirety of its parts are made with top notch hardened steel material which makes it solid and expanded sturdiness.
Every one of the pieces of Sunmile SM-G50 are ETL ensured which implies it's protected to use in granulating.
LaraLov Food Processor Chopper
The following item on our rundown is the best pounding machine and that is the LaraLov Food Processor Chopper has a minimized plan and it is an ideal decision for a current kitchen. It has a conservative size that assists with putting away the processor effectively around the kitchen. This is the best electric pounding machine for home use.
The processor is made of great food-grade material, while the drum that is appended to the gadget is made of hardened steel. It very well may be utilized for getting ready different dishes moreover. It probably won't deal with the dishes on an expert level, yet an additional gadget to use in the home. This model is an appropriate device for infant food readiness.
Probably the best element of this processor that we saw we the trend setting innovation of twofold decrease gear drive which will serve you for some more years to come and doesn't diminish the presentation of the machine. It has a powerful engine of 500 watts regardless of being lightweight and minimized.
Another element is the great roller stones that press and pack the food equally, assisting the fixings with eliminating their substance basically. With this gadget, you can without much of a stretch granulate rice, heartbeats, and beans to make dosa, idli, vada, urad, dhokla, and a lot more scrumptious dishes!
The solitary fault of this item is the cleaning part. By and large, the Premier smaller table top wet processor is without a doubt an incredible buy in case you're thinking about a viable processor at a spending plan cordial cost. A few clients perhaps won't need the shading to rebuild the point of convergence of the kitchenette.
Ninja Mega Kitchen System BL770 Blender/Food Processor
The Ninja Mega Kitchen System BL770 Blender/Food Processor is outstanding amongst other selling crushing machines in the market as of now. It's viewed as extraordinary compared to other Ninja food processors out there. With its trend setting innovation, you can consummately utilize it in your home and kitchen.
This Ninja processor accompanies a 72.Oz pitcher with tower edges that can without much of a stretch make great smoothies from delicate products of the soil. In any case, it can't impeccably deal with sinewy and hard fixings like mango, broccoli, and so on You can't utilize it to create juice, soup, and so on It can work with 3 rates and furthermore consolidates a heartbeat work. https://smellmykitchen.com/
This machine has an inclination to accumulate fixings on the divider. Thusly, you may need to stop the blender and clear the fixings from the sides on the off chance that you need to make a superior vortex. The control board of this machine incorporates 6 catches.
While utilizing the removable edges, you should deal with them cautiously since they're very sharp. These sharp edges are additionally massive. Subsequently, you can't fill the compartments as the sharp edges consume a ton of room.
The most effective method to Buy, Use, and Care for the Meat Grinder: Important Features to Consider
Force
Powerful granulating machines, particularly business processors accompany a force of 1200-1400 watts. These processors are on the costly side as they can crush an incredible 2kg of meat each moment. Be that as it may, assuming you're getting the processor for home use, you may settle on a decent pound quality with less force.
The medium-controlled processors have a scope of 800-1000 watt and they're an ideal decision in case you're intending to have a grill once in while or cook a speedy dinner in the house. They can granulate about 1kg of hotdog which is very noteworthy thinking about their cost.
Sturdiness
Toughness is a significant hotspot for a wide range of kitchen apparatuses. Ensure the model you pick keeps going you quite a while and empowers you to make the best use out of it. Manual processors by and large have a plastic body that isn't much solid. Notwithstanding, assuming you utilize the machine circumspectly and take appropriate support, it'll serve you for a significant long time. You can bolt your manual processor onto the ledge, and don't go in for a ton of room.
Then again, uncompromising electric pounding machines are typically made with aluminum and they accompany wonderful toughness. The metal edge will keep going you for quite a while and let you utilize the machine easily. We saw that numerous business grade crushing machines are made with cast aluminum that will last you a lifetime with legitimate consideration and upkeep.
Spending plan
The spending plan is a significant part of a wide range of buys. Electric meat processors cost more contrasted with manual ones. In this article, we have recorded the best pounding models in the market with various sticker prices so everybody can get the best inside their spending limit.
Size
Granulating machines come in different sizes. Before you settle on your ideal alternative, settle on the sum you need to pound. There's no point getting an unreasonably enormous or little crushing model as that will make a problem rather than accommodation.
The size of the processor shifts with the size of the plates. Additionally, more modest processors have a more modest taking care of chute and they're more viable with home use. Assuming you need to get a processor for proficient use, do get the one with an enormous taking care of chute so you can crush a great deal of meat in a brief timeframe.
Cutting edges
It's essential to keep the cutting edges sharp as they help to pound the meat appropriately. At the point when you're utilizing the crushing machine, you need to deal with the sharp edge with care to guarantee wellbeing for yourself and the processor.
Abstain from scouring the forefronts and the granulating plate together as that will make the edge dull with time. Clean the sharp edges altogether in the wake of crushing them and dry them prior to putting away them.
Proposed Use
Perhaps the most amazing determinations that you ought to consider prior to purchasing the meat processor is its proposed use. Whenever you have settled on the financial plan, it's an ideal opportunity to sort out your expected use for it. In case you're intending to purchase the processor for home use or to utilize it on occasion at that point getting a colossal costly processor won't be an insightful decision. The paper towels would not prevail to exude from one side to another, instead of retaining fat and oil extras behind.
Assuming you're wanting to get the processor for proficient use, get a processor that can withstand some weighty beating and ready to pound an adequate measure of meat routinely. We have painstakingly picked the granulating machines that can oblige everybody's requirements.
Accessible Space
You ought to guarantee the measure of free space you have in the kitchen is adequate to hold the processor. Assuming you have less space on the kitchen counter, a huge crushing machine will be an absolute aggravation as it'll be difficult to utilize the machine on restricted space. Notwithstanding, assuming you have a wealth of room in the kitchen, you may settle on the bigger variations as you'll have the option to utilize it there with no issue.
At the point when the processor won't be being used, store it securely in the kitchen cupboard or the storeroom. Manual meat processors are altogether more modest in size contrasted with electric ones. Assuming you have tight dividing issues in the kitchen, ensure you get a model that is reasonable for the accessible kitchen space.
Hello all, your friendly neighborhood ademainalors here, sometimes I’m around, sometimes I’m not around, and that’s mostly because I am majoring in Electrical Engineering to try and solve climate change. Knowing me, you may be thinking, why climate change? Well, climate change is the most pressing youth rights issue of our time. We oppress youth with the idea that they will grow old and have rights conferred upon them later in life, but this is a lie for many of you, if climate change isn’t solved, many of you will die long before you hit adulthood. Today, youth have died in the climate change fueled Los Angeles fires, yesterday, youth died in Hurricane Maria, and tomorrow many more youth will die gruesome deaths in “natural” disasters until there are no youth left to speak for, and no youth left to confer rights upon.
Why Electrical Engineering? Mostly, because politics is too slow, however, in hindsight I should have chosen Mechanical Engineering, Electrical Engineering might also be too slow, but, if we only can get a new president every four years, and a new senator every six, and climate change is going to kill us all in twelve years, I fear we may be doomed if we wait for politics, although, I reiterate that politics is important, and protest is important, and if you have the right and the ability to do either or both, please do so.
I am specifically, looking for a thermal solution to climate change. A lot of people are researching carbon capture and renewable energy. I said sarcastically to a friend once that climate change is a good thing because it will prevent entropy because heat energy is energy, and then I realized that heat energy is energy, and have been working ever since to try to find a way to utilize it. I am failing though, and so please, if you have the time or the energy to steal my idea, feel free to. The idea is this, extra heat energy is captured by the planet and radiated to earth, causing great storms, and melting ice and other such. If we can capture that energy instead and use it to fuel human society: if we fight climate change with climate change, then we’ll have the kind of leverage we need to end it. In theory that is, in reality, it involves a level of chemistry and thermodynamics and meteorology that isn’t taught in electrical engineering, and also I am really bad at electrical engineering coursework, like, not so much that I’m actually bad at it, but I find it extremely difficult to do a homework assignment out of a textbook, knowing that the clock is ticking, I’m making a bet on academia and to be honest, I wonder if it was a bad bet. If I have advice for young people who want to find a technical solution to climate change, just start working on it, don’t wait for college, college is slow and far, and barely helpful. If you want to learn the courses I have learned in Electrical Engineering, you can google a four-year course plan and go on MIT Open Courseware, and just learn it, and then start doing things with that knowledge, and if you learn it now, then if you do decide to pursue a degree in it, you can test out of some courses, and be extremely lazy in others. You can even have a massive advantage over me, and learn the cool bits, and skip the irrelevant bits. If you’re a nerd like me, you can build prototypes at your local makerspace or library, and to be honest, it is really not that hard to pretend to be a student at University and utilize their spaces, clubs, and knowledge. You can do this for any degree too, if engineering isn’t your passion. I need your help to save our planet.
When you are taught CPR, you are taught to not care too much about the ribs you break, nor to care so much if you are an expert at CPR, because the person you are giving CPR is dead, and without CPR, they will continue to be dead. Our planet is dead, is what I keep saying to myself, but honestly, I feel depressed and I feel like a failure. I have autism, I have disability accommodations that allow me to turn in homework late, and I haven’t turned in nearly a month’s worth of work, and I am sick of neurotypical platitudes of how attainable it is to complete it. I am in grief over the planet! And I am in a major that largely doesn’t share my grief, Electrical Engineering is the safe major, it’s the major you get to prosper under capitalism, and thus, it’s super selective and elitist, and quite frankly, white, cis, male, and republican. As a person who started at community college at a majority-minority institution and was one of four to get into this University as a transfer student, and honestly what I seem to have in common with the other three is that we’re the whitest they could find, I am so disgusted with my own presence in that space, both the privilege of being there, but also the feeling of loneliness of being the only non-binary in that space, of being one of a handful of those with disabilities, and and handful of those who transferred. The loneliness is literally killing me, I, like many minorities in Electrical Engineering, have developed a chronic pain condition from being in this space. I’ve considered trying to persuade a pharmacist to give me the shingles vaccine because I am so stressed, and my immune system is so broken by it, that I am practically immunocompromized, and am nearly constantly fighting a cold. I might drop out just for my sanity and health, but I fear what that will mean for our sanity and our health. I am also disgusted by the fact that approaching the greatest engineering challenge of our lifetimes, our institutions for developing those engineers are so exclusive and so far up their privileged asses, that they don’t realize how many possible engineers, possible world-saving engineers, that they are excluding. To those in my audience who are marginalized and want to be engineers, learn what you can now, using online resources, in the comforts of your community and your peers, and when you go into academia, bring your sharpest swords of truth and justice, because this is a war, and I do need your help to fight it, it is incredibly lonely to fight a war alone.
But this is a youth rights blog and you want the youthrightsy bit. If education is about conformity, the majors that are the most conformist, the electrical engineerings, the computer sciences, they pay the most. But it’s a special type of conformity, the conformity of the privileged. If you are in an underfunded school, to conform is to wither, your peers in the rich schools are learning calculus, which will become the basis for their engineering, and debate, the basis for law, and science, the basis for medicine. The truth of it is, adultism is the means and the method by which generational power is enforced. To learn calculus when you are supposed to be barely learning algebra at an underfunded school is an act of youth rights. Hell, to be 10 and to be learning calculus when you are supposed to be learning multiplication, that is an act of youth rights. What differentiates the rich from the poor is early access to information, the earlier the access, the richer you are. It is not a coincidence that the most draconian, and the most policed and the least fun schools are also the impoverished ones. If school makes it hard to learn that is because it is trying to do that, because it is supposed to do that.
I cannot do my homework today and it is not my fault!
So you're occupied with acquiring extraordinary compared to other electric bikes for kids? There are numerous to browse and the assignment can appear a touch of overpowering. We are here to settle on your choice somewhat simpler. We have glanced around and gathered a rundown of the best appraised electric bikes that are certain to be a hit with your children and possibly the grown-ups in your home.
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Client Size: Make beyond any doubt to give careful consideration to the details so you ensure you get one that can hold the heaviness of the riders that will utilize the bike.
Range: Pay close consideration regarding the scope of the bike. A few bikes can go up to 10 miles while some are evaluated for around 30 minutes. Focus on the range and how your rider will utilize the bike. Will they move a far separation or simply playing in the yard? This has a major effect in the general fulfillment with your new bike.
Speed: Electric Scooters come have differing speeds that they can go. Some best out at 5 MPH while others can get up to 30+ MPH. Ensure you coordinate your bike with the riders capacity to control it and mess around with it. Normally the more established the rider the more they appreciate (and require) higher paces.
Territory: Terrain will have a great deal to do with client fulfillment with regards to electric bikes. In the event that the territory you will utilize your bike in is generally level any bike ought to do the trap. In the event that you are in a region with more slopes and valleys you will need to think about an all the more intense bike. The higher the power the better so you can explore the slopes.
Here is our rundown of the Best Electric Scooters for Kids
UberScoot 1000w Electric Scooter
Slicing through the messiness of modest bikes, comes the predominant scope of UberScoot, once in the past Evo from Puzey Design. Through best in class outline and assembling methods, the new age of sheets have taken a mechanical jump and are stacked with imaginative highlights that make every single other brand of bikes appear to be out of date.
Specs:
Drive System: Chain
Engine: 1000 Watt
Batteries: Three 12V/12AH (36 volt framework)
Economy Mode Button – Conserve Battery Life
Battery Life: 250 cycles
Charger Included: Yes
Charging Time: 4-8 hours
Brakes: Front and Rear Disk
Tires/Front: 10 inch Pneumatic Street Tire
Tires/Rear: 10 inch Pneumatic Street Tire
Max stack: 265 lbs
Max Range: 10 miles for every charge (weight subordinate)
Seat Included: Yes, Quick Release
Overlay capable: Yes, Posi Lock
Container Size: 46x13x18 inches 99lbs
Item Size: Length 44in, Height 42in
Item Weight: 79lbs
Best Expert Electric Scooter: Razor E300
The Razor E300 Electric Scooter is viewed as outstanding amongst other electric bikes available and gets the most elevated client appraisals. It's accessible in blue, red, and matte dark and is worked for a very long time 12 and more established – take note of that it's a significant huge bike sufficiently huge for grown-ups.
The bike includes a super-sized deck and edge to help riders up to 220lbs, making it likewise reasonable for grown-ups. Note that this bike is worked for experienced riders. It doesn't require a push begin and works to higher paces making it unacceptable for riders who are simply figuring out how to utilize an electric bike.
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The Razor E300 is outfitted with a powerful and superior 300 watt engine that is equipped for speeds up to 15 miles for each hour. It is controlled by a rechargeable 24V fixed battery framework with the battery charger included. This Scooter includes a high torque, chain driven engine that is particularly peaceful for a smooth and calm ride. This empowers the rider to hear approaching activity, and different drivers as an additional wellbeing advantage guardians and children are certain to love.
It works with a one speed bend throttle the same as all evaluated bikes in the value section, however fortunately the E300 has a collapsing handlebar to make stockpiling and transport less demanding. The dark handle seen underneath is unscrewed to open the handlebar which would then be able to be collapsed back.
The front and back tires are both pneumatic with 10″ width giving a smoother ride over an assortment of surfaces and furthermore gives better solidness at speedier paces. You will discover a hand worked raise brake on the Razor E300 electric bike which is exceptionally compelling, giving a sheltered prevent from its 15 mph top speed.
‘Powerhouse of prayer:’ Millennials are drawn to monastic life in Prairie du Sac
Katelyn Ferral, The Capital Times, Mar 1, 2017
PRAIRIE DU SAC--Sister Christina Marie, 33, was an entomologist. Sister Mary Benedicta, 36, studied to be an aeronautical engineer. And Sister Mary Bede, 30, intended to become a professional violinist.
They left those lives to become nuns, cloistered together at Valley of Our Lady Monastery in a small village in Sauk County. It’s home to a Cistercian order, the only Catholic convent of its kind in the country.
In four weeks, Erin Wells, 24, heads there, too.
She’ll come from her parents’ house in Columbus, Ohio, after earning a degree in mechanical engineering from Ohio State University. She’ll sell her car, get rid of most of her possessions and bring only a few things, including a Bible and her rosary.
“I went to college thinking I was going to be an engineer, work for Honda and travel to Japan all the time,” she said, “and be rich and write a book and be on the New York Times best-seller list.”
Now Wells is set to be part of an ancient tradition of communal religious life known as contemplative monasticism. She will live simply, becoming singularly focused on prayer, talking and listening to God without distraction.
“I’ve thought about serving in various ways, but ultimately what would fulfill me the most would be to hold the world in my heart and pray for them,” she said.
Wells will be one of growing number at Valley of Our Lady, an outlier in a 40-year downward trend in women entering convents. With 21 nuns once Wells joins this month, the convent will be at full capacity, millennials comprising more than one-third of the group.
Although the monastery in Prairie Du Sac is growing, nationwide, the number of nuns and priests has decreased dramatically. In 1965, there were 179,954 religious sisters in the U.S. Last year, there were 47,170, according to the Center for Applied Research in the Apostolate (CARA), a nonprofit research group affiliated with Georgetown University.
If current trends continue, there would be fewer than 1,000 religious sisters in the United States in 2043 as they die out, according to CARA.
Wells will enter the monastery’s ranks as a postulant, a “trying it out” position that lasts one year. She’ll continue to go through phases called “formation,” eventually wearing a white robe and veil and taking a religious name. Five years from now, she will decide whether to make a permanent vow.
Until then, like others at the monastery, she will live a radically austere life behind closed doors, working out the mystery of what she views as a distinct calling from God.
This begins by waking up at 3:30 a.m. every morning to pray, one of seven formal times throughout the day. The sisters also attend mass before an 8:30 p.m. bedtime.
They can speak to one another during 15 minutes of recreation time each evening. On Sundays, they get 30 minutes.
The rest of the time, they are silent.
The sisters’ daily life includes various jobs to maintain the convent and running a business baking Catholic Communion breads to support themselves.
They maintain simplicity by making their own clothes. Their meals are basic and unchanging, mostly eggs, tuna, cheese, bread and beans.
Every part of cloistered convent life points toward prayer, said Sister Anne Marie, the prioress, or head nun at Valley of Our Lady.
“When we can keep our life simple, then we can keep a balance of work and prayer,” she said. “Most people in the world don’t have the luxury of meeting seven times a day for prayer, but it is very essential to our life. That’s why we’re here.”
Sisters who have made permanent vows have email addresses but don’t peruse websites. Sister Anne Marie assigns one nun to scan the internet briefly each day, only to find subjects for which to pray. A headline is all it takes.
People can also leave prayer requests on the sisters’ answering machine (press 1 for that option when calling) or mail in requests. Asking God to help other people is at the core of their conversations with him, said the prioress.
“Most of the time it’s a walk in faith. Most of the time we have no idea who we prayed for and how God took care of it,” she said. “We join together with people praying for people and it’s just one of the great blessings and mysteries of our life.”
Sometimes Sister Anne Marie prays by geographic region, she said, but her prayer focus varies.
While Wisconsin’s Cistercians sleep, there are others praying around the world. There is a Cistercian monastery in every time zone, she said.
“The young people have this expression, ‘You’re in my face.’ Well, we’re in God’s face. God is being pestered all the time, we don’t leave him alone,” she said. “The pestering is: ‘Lord have mercy, your people are hurting.’”
That kind of prayer, facilitated by a set-apart life of silence, solitude and manual labor, is what draws Wells to the convent.
Should she change her mind, however, Wells can leave at any time before she takes permanent vows.
“It’s not everyone’s vocation and sometimes the only way you can figure out is if you come,” said Sister Anne Marie. “It’s pretty easy for them to know, are they happy? Are they at peace? Can they live the life? Those things show up. We’re not going to keep someone here who is not happy. We’re not going to keep someone here who is not at peace. When they come they still receive grace and help for whatever God is going to call them to later.”
Even permanent vows can be broken, though it is considered extremely serious. Permanent vows include one of obedience.
“We take a vow of obedience which is probably the hardest,” said Sister Christina Marie, who helps run the convent’s bakery. “Having my own life and my own will, having license to do whatever I want, will really just make you miserable. Really, that self-offering, that self-giving love is really where true freedom is found.”
Valley of Our Lady Monastery is a series of cobbled together buildings on 112 acres of farmland. It was founded in 1957 when six nuns from a Cistercian convent in Frauenthal, Switzerland, arrived on Thanksgiving. “Frauenthal” is German for “valley of our lady.”
“The six sisters didn’t know English, they didn’t know our culture and they came with such great courage. They had next to nothing,” said Sister Anne Marie.
From six nuns, the order grew to more than 10 and stagnated. One or two new nuns would come every few years and usually leave.
“The foundresses in their broken, thickly German-accented English would say, ‘They comes and they goes and mostly they goes,’” said Sister Anne Marie.
At the foundation of Cistercian spirituality is simplicity and a vow to be poor like Jesus Christ. Cistercian communities typically live in the country. Early European Cistercians were some of the original swamp drainers, emptying them to build monasteries because they couldn’t afford better land.
“We are known for being given lots of swamps, but again the Holy Spirit comes to our aid and taught some monk how to drain them,” said Sister Anne Marie. “And the Cistercians became experts at draining swamps. Once they got them drained, they were a place you could live in without 5 million mosquitoes.”
It’s a common misconception that cloistered nuns don’t work.
At Valley of Our Lady Monastery, they run a business baking and selling Communion wafers, work that’s both a practical and spiritual necessity. The sisters also maintain and operate the convent building, cleaning, preparing meals, mowing the lawn in the summer and shoveling snow in the winter.
They work to pay their bills, but ultimately, it’s just another vehicle for prayer.
“This is our form of manual labor. It’s a good opportunity to pray while you’re working. It’s fairly repetitive, fairly simple. It is able to free your mind,” said Sister Christina Marie, who is in charge of packaging and shipping in the bakery. Valley of Our Lady sells its wafers to nearly 1,000 parishes nationwide. Last year, it shipped more than 12.9 million of them.
The work enhances the monastery’s mission as a “powerhouse of prayer,” said Sister Christina Marie.
The sisters rotate through work assignments but all nuns start in the convent’s bakery, making the unleavened, 2¾-inch discs. Wells will work there when she arrives.
Like everything else at the monastery, bakery work is silent, too. Sisters can only speak to the bakery manager if they have a question, not to each other.
For Wells, this bakery work will replace a job she was offered with General Electric. The opportunity was one she had worked for throughout school, but when she realized she was interested in religious life, her earlier career ambitions waned.
“I had the opportunities of the world laid out before me,” she said. “But ultimately, what would it amount to? What if I did end up high up in a big company with all the money and technology I could possibly want? What would it amount to? Nothing. Nothing compared with God.”
The Cistercian sisters at Valley of Our Lady don’t think of their former lives, attached to their old names and hobbies, as a loss.
Parents of cloistered nuns can especially struggle, wondering how their child could “give it all up” for the convent, never to return home. Nuns are not permitted to leave but families can visit them at the convent once a year.
Sister Christina Marie was Chrissy Murphy when she was researching microscopic insects and their role in soil decomposition in Puerto Rico. She had just graduated from the University of Colorado at Boulder with a master’s degree and had fallen “madly in love totally unexpectedly” and was planning on entering a Ph.D. program.
“Everything was falling into place except I didn’t have any peace about it,” she said. “There was still something not quite right and at this point in my life, I knew I needed to give God a chance.”
After “a great deal of agony and prayer and tears” she felt like she couldn’t make the commitment to the Ph.D. program. She left Puerto Rico and searched for a religious community. She wanted to try a cloistered, contemplative order and found Valley of Our Lady online. Sister Christina Marie entered as a postulant when she was 24, nine years ago.
She was drawn to the quiet thoughtfulness at the core of monastic life, and said it was how she related to her career in the world, too.
“Even in the world I would have been a contemplative scientist,” she said. Monastic life, she said, “just fed me more.”
Her colleagues and boyfriend were stunned.
“Yeah, people definitely just think you’re throwing your life away,” she said. “It’s really a great gain, just on a different plane. It requires a vision of faith to be able to understand the vocation because it is mystical.”
Though the sisters are separated from other people, “that’s just physically,” Sister Christina Marie said. “We’re very present to the sorrows and the joys and the struggles and the sufferings of the world. It is hard to explain what it is. It’s always something mysterious because God speaks to the heart and the individual in a mysterious way.”
She added: “No one can really totally explain what got them in the door and usually if someone can give you a detailed description of why they’re here, you might want to question their vocation.”
Wells said she is at peace with her impending move. She realized she wanted to be a nun when frustrations with dating led her to recognize and understand the idea of spiritual motherhood.
“The Lord revealed to me that what the religious life was, was to embrace the world as God’s children. Basically if I marry him, everyone is my child other than who my natural children would be if I were to marry someone else.”
The imagery of nuns being “brides of Christ” resonates more with some sisters than with others, said Sister Anne Marie. But human Christian marriage principles of lifelong fidelity and intimacy are reflected in the permanent vows of a cloistered nun.
“In a human marriage, the wife gives herself to her husband, the husband gives himself to the wife saying, ‘I want to journey my entire life with you in a very intimate way,’” she said. “When a cloistered nun makes solemn vows, we are basically saying to God, ‘I am yours, do with me whatever you will; because we know he only wills our best good.”
Of her earlier plans to become an engineer and travel, Wells said: “I was totally fine with letting it go when something better came up. There’s so many other people out there who could have been called to this.
“I get to spend all my time with Jesus, what else could you possibly want?”
Struggling to find fulfillment in a society fixated on personal achievement and run on social media can be a driver for some 20- and 30-somethings to consider religious life. The simplicity of setting aside everything else to pursue only God is attractive, the nuns said.
“They no longer carry the full weight of making themselves happy but it is through relationships with Jesus Christ that they grow into a person who is capable of supernatural love and is able to give that love to others,” said Father Greg Ihm, the vocations director for the Catholic Diocese of Madison, which has made a concerted effort to introduce religious life to young men in its parishes.
Although one may seek a silent and ordered lifestyle, it is not an escape, an end in itself for personal comfort, said Sister Marie-Pierre Sercer, 33, who has a degree in studio art and has been at Valley of Our Lady for 10 years.
It is about the person of Jesus Christ, she said.
“It’s not a spiritual career, it’s not a self-improvement program; it’s about a person: finding that person, learning more and more about that person, falling more and more deeply in love with that person, following that person wherever he leads you, even if that looks like a scary place.”
Wells feels similarly. For her, coming to Valley of Our Lady is the way she can best follow and serve Jesus.
“For one person, serving materially is what’s necessary, for another it’s prayer. Both are necessary to help the world,” she said. “I have to pray.”
