#huc

[k-dreamhouse]

Genius.

Dr. Brendon Park 'Shark' x Dennis Whitaker.

Warnings: male x male, lovers to enemies to lovers in 1 day, messy sex, smut, throat grabbing, jealousy (Robby's and Park's), medical procedures, little mention of blood, fight for a pity mouse.

Summary: After a bad hookup and inevitable tension, Park makes Whitaker's life an humiliation, until they both explode and let their feelings out into the air.

Author's note: I'm not a fan of writing, so this is not a Shakespeare fanfic, and not my first language, there will probably be bad words or spelling, but I really needed to do this, they both look so good together and why not?

Not my gif!

The sound of skin slapping together echoes throughout the room. Dennis smells of alcohol, sweat, and sex, with dim lighting illuminating his skin and the heat between them palpable.

Park bites Whitaker's neck and shoulder, the new young doctor moans as he feels the thrusts again and again. It was the reason they were here, a party, glances, smiles, and touches. The Shark opened his mouth and the mouse happily went inside.

"B-Brendon..." The thrust increases, Park grabs his legs and opens them to have more space, while licking the young doctor's curls and neck, grabbing his throat so he can see himself in the motel mirror.

Ring-ring.

Whitaker's eyes opened, and he noticed the nightstand with open condoms, Robby's number lighting up the screen. Park doesn't stop, continuing to thrust his cock into Dennis's tight hole, while pinching his pink nipples and playing with them, He was getting closer and closer, feeling his red cock drop pre-cum. He grabbed Whitaker's hips harder to push more deep, but it didn't work when the young doctor suddenly stood up from his lap.

"What— the hell are you doing?!" Park felt his next orgasm disappear; what had been hard now became soft. The young doctor took his phone, seeing Robby's messages.

"I—I need to go," Dennis said, grabbing his pants as he scrolled through the missed calls. "I'm so sorry, really, but my chief needs me, he's—"

"Robinavitch? At 2 am?" He laughed. "I never thought you were one of those ass-kissers with your bosses."

His eyes widened. "What?— No! Of course not! He just needs me right now—"

"Don't bother." Park stood up, grabbing a pack of cigarettes from his pants and lit it, the smoke filling the place quickly.

"...I can come later." Whitaker said with a guilty voice when he saw the angry look and soft cock of Park.

"Fucking Christ..." He grabbed Dennis's jacket and threw it towards him, with a force that made the other man flinch. "Go on, go and suck your boss' dick, stupid boy."

Whitaker opened his mouth, wanting to talk to him, but his cell phone rang again, so he put on his jacket, grabbed his wallet to then leave.

I'm not blind." Park told Dennis when he saw the patient's half-leg after being called.

Dennis remained silent, staring at the man with his tired eyes, like a mouse in a shark cage. They never spoke again after that incident, the tension inevitable in the room. Park was wearing that good cologne which he used that same night.

Whitaker's hands closed in his gloves, watching the big man examine the other part of the leg.

"Replantation is a go. I'll book an OR." He said after examining the leg, putting it down and slowly taking off his blue gloves. "Irrigate the hell out of this with three liters."

"Three listers?"

"Of saline, genius."

Dennis almost gasped in despair, seeing the man disappearing from the room with a anger look, but he had to hold it in. He couldn't blame him; he put him to the climax that night until he abruptly pulled away and left him there.

"I knew he meant saline." Dennis tried to defend himself. That was the first strike.

The second was when the blood from the exposed fracture splattered all over his face as Park came to check the partially severed arm. The nurses quickly created suction and put more anesthesia. Whitaker continued to keep the injured arm stabilized, his eyes closed until Park stopped in front of him, making the farmer boy at a side. "I'll take him now." He told Robby that was behind Whitaker, watching as the patient was quickly taken away for surgery.

"What, boy? Don't you like getting splashed in the face anymore?" Although it was a joke, his face was serious, taking off his gloves and throwing them in the trash while watching Dennis clean his face.

"What does he mean?" Robby asked.

"It's nothing." Dennis took off his disposable gown and left the room, going to the bathrooms to clean up the mess on his face.

And the third one arrived that same day. The young doctor left the hospital, answering a call, his tiny clothes now a light blue tone because they ran out of men's clothing. Robby had told him to set boundaries between people, especially to Mrs. Miller.

"Amy— please, don't cry, I will explain to you later, okay?" Whitaker tried to explain, but he didn't thought Amy would cry on the other end of the line. He leaned against the hospital wall, one hand on his cell phone while the other covered his other ear to hear more clearly what she was saying. "No! I will not- I won't leave you alone!—"

"You always do." The rough voice of the man who humiliated all day sounded behind him. Dennis turned around and saw him there, standing with a cigarette in his hands as if he hadn't seen all the cigarette cases. Shark's eyes travelled to Whitaker's body, blowing some smoke, thinking about the color blue made him pale, but It highlighted his eyes.

"I will call you later, okay, Amy? I'll be with you after I leave the ER. Just wait until I explain." Amy agreed after a while, Whitaker sighed and turned to look at Park. "What was all that?" He asked, a little angry.

"What? I was just telling the truth." He blew the smoke on Whitaker's face, who raised his hand to wipe it away. "Who was it? Another person you left in the middle of sex?"

Dennis's eyes widened, feeling guilty about that night. "All this because of that night? Is that's why you were humiliating me in front of Robby all day? Because you're still angry!"

"Hey! You're lucky I'm still talking to you. Are you so worried about Robby? Why don't you go to him and suck your boss's dick so he'll defend you?"

"Don't talk to him like that!—" Whitaker raised his voice, before calming down, his two hands on his face. "I apologized to you that night, and even the next day and the days after that. But you never answered me, you pretended I didn't exist, and you never let me explain..." He finally saw Park. "So why now?... Why are you all angry with me now?!"

Park punched him against the wall, a hand on his shoulder and the other throwing the cigarette on the ground. "Because I see how he looks at you, I see how he talks to you, how he touches you, and every day I think more and more that you left me for Robinavitch, you left me, who had you! And every time I see you smile with him, I want to take that away from you and fuck you with all my strength so you remember who you were with first, before he called you! So, yeah, Whitaker, I'm angry now because I fell for you!"

Silence.

The two remained silent, gazing into each other's eyes; words evaporated into the air and shoot as hard as a thousand arrows.

"He had a panic attack..." Dennis suddenly said, still looking at him with his tired mouse eyes.

"What—"

"Robby had a panic attack... I shouldn't have told you this, Robby doesn't want people to worry about, but— that's why I have to leave. I didn't want to, believe me..."

Shit.

Park felt like shit after almost telling Robby to go to hell, and get angry with Whitaker about it. "I didn't know." Finally pulled away from him, placing a hand on the back of his neck, while clenching his jaw.

Dennis pressed his lips together, lowering his head, before taking a step closer and leaving a kiss in Park's lips.

"You—" Park stopped his words by returning the kiss, grabbing the young boy's curly hair and pressing together even more. Their tongues dance between kisses, fighting for control but with an inevitable winner. The taste of nicotine and mint in Park's mouth.

"Whitaker."

The two men separated, Park cursed himself, turned and face Robby with both hands in his pockets.

"Robinavitch." The chief of ER didn't respond.

"If you're done wasting time on personal matters, then you'd better go back inside. The patient's blood test results arrived." He sounded serious, even though of the smile on his face, and the shake with his head with a soft laugh.

"Robby... I- I'll be there, I'm so sorry." Dennis apologized, walking away from Park and going back into the hospital.

The other two men stood still.

Park took out another cigarette and lit it. "He's a good doctor." He blows the smoke once again.

"Don't smoke around Whitaker. He hates it... And I don't want you to distract him again." Robby said, now with a serious face, turning to face the entrance.

"I think he loves it."

"Well, fuck you!"

The door closed, Robby losing his sense of reason, out of control, and leaving Shark behind.

I think Dennis loves being distracted by me.

Hiii. My first fic, I hope you will like it and make a second part!

[candygain]

This yoga pose is called the Upward Facing Funnel Cow

[reasonsforhope]

Electricity from thin air: an enzyme from bacteria can extract energy from hydrogen in the atmosphere

The Huc enzyme can split hydrogen molecules to make electricity, raising the possibility of small devices that run on air.

"It may sound surprising, but when times are tough and there is no other food available, some soil bacteria can consume traces of hydrogen in the air as an energy source.

In fact, bacteria remove a staggering 70 million tonnes of hydrogen yearly from the atmosphere, a process that literally shapes the composition of the air we breathe.

We have isolated an enzyme that enables some bacteria to consume hydrogen and extract energy from it, and found it can produce an electric current directly when exposed to even minute amounts of hydrogen.

As we report in a new paper in Nature, the enzyme may have considerable potential to power small, sustainable air-powered devices in future.

Bacterial genes contain the secret for turning air into electricity

Prompted by this discovery, we analysed the genetic code of a soil bacterium called Mycobacterium smegmatis, which consumes hydrogen from air.

Written into these genes is the blueprint for producing the molecular machine responsible for consuming hydrogen and converting it into energy for the bacterium. This machine is an enzyme called a “hydrogenase”, and we named it Huc for short.

Hydrogen is the simplest molecule, made of two positively charged protons held together by a bond formed by two negatively charged electrons. Huc breaks this bond, the protons part ways, and the electrons are released...

The molecular blueprint for extracting hydrogen from air

With Huc isolated, we set about studying it in earnest, to discover what exactly the enzyme is capable of. How can it turn the hydrogen in the air into a sustainable source of electricity?

Remarkably, we found that even when isolated from the bacteria, Huc can consume hydrogen at concentrations far lower even than the tiny traces in the air. In fact, Huc still consumed whiffs of hydrogen too faint to be detected by our gas chromatograph, a highly sensitive instrument we use to measure gas concentrations...

Enzymes could use air to power the devices of tomorrow

It’s early days for this research, and several technical challenges need to be overcome to realise the potential of Huc.

For one thing, we will need to significantly increase the scale of Huc production. In the lab we produce Huc in milligram quantities, but we want to scale this up to grams and ultimately kilograms.

However, our work demonstrates that Huc functions like a “natural battery” producing a sustained electrical current from air or added hydrogen.

As a result, Huc has considerable potential in developing small, sustainable air-powered devices as an alternative to solar power.

The amount of energy provided by hydrogen in the air would be small, but likely sufficient to power a biometric monitor, clock, LED globe or simple computer. With more hydrogen, Huc produces more electricity and could potentially power larger devices.

Another application would be the development of Huc-based bioelectric sensors for detecting hydrogen, which could be incredibly sensitive. Huc could be invaluable for detecting leaks in the infrastructure of our burgeoning hydrogen economy or in a medical setting.

In short, this research shows how a fundamental discovery about how bacteria in soils feed themselves can lead to a reimagining of the chemistry of life. Ultimately it may also lead to the development of technologies for the future."

-via The Conversation, March 8, 2023. Article written by the authors of the study.

[thereisnoafter]

[magpie-song]

reading homestuck (FR en-dessous)

I've really underestimated how little the unofficial collection is actually known.

Since the official website is down (and will be for a while, maybe forever thanks to whoever is hosting it) -> download or read the unofficial collection: (the online version is currently down)

https://homestuck.github.io/

Take the time to download it and to install it, it is the best version. I've seen other mirrors around, but they don't conserve the flash quality and/or the original format. Trust me. You need it, if you're an homestuck fan or if you want to give it a try.

J'ai vraiment sous-estimé à quel point la collection unofficial est méconnue.

Vu que le site officiel est hors-service, et ce pour un moment, peut-être même pour toujours grâce à je-sais-pas-qui hoste le site -> téléchargez ou lisez la collection non-officielle (la version online ne marche pas pour l'instant)

https://homestuck.github.io/

Prenez le temps de la télécharger et de l'installer, ça reste la meilleure version. J'ai vu sur tumblr quelques liens de sites avec +/- la même fonction mais ces sites ne conservent pas la qualité des flash ni le format. Vraiment, si vous êtes fan de homestuck ou que vous voudriez vous lancer, vous en aurez besoin

[puttingherinhistory]

Why More Women Are Saying No to Casual Sex

These women are telling me they don’t enjoy casual, straight sex on a basic level.

“How we see the world shapes who we choose to be — and sharing compelling experiences can frame the way we treat each other, for the better. This is a powerful perspective.

Sex-positivity — the feminist movement that’s pushing to destigmatize sex — should be great for women. The counterculture’s roots began in the 1960s, with sex positivity being about the power of undenied and unrepressed sex. In the early 1980s, the focus took a feminist turn against anti-pornography feminists.

Now more mainstream, the conversations revolve around empowering women to have as much sex as they want, without shame. Many of us grew up on TV shows, movies, and books that use promiscuity and independence synonymously. Women like Samantha Jones from “Sex and the City” have been coded as empowering because of the high number of casual sexual encounters they have.

With movements to reclaim the words slut and ho and the numerous dating apps that enable us to have casual encounters with ease, it would seem casual sex is everywhere.

There’s just one little problem: The casual sex straight women are having is bad

Last year, DJ Khaled proudly announced that he didn’t go down on women. He was roundly mocked on social media, but he is far from the only man with a sexual double standard. For example, men are open on social media about their requirements for a “wifey” versus a casual sex partner.

I’d finally decided to swear off casual sex after a string of terrible encounters. As a straight woman who’s been single for most of her 20s, I had exactly zero orgasms — and all with men who would only judge me for it later. And when I tweeted about the phenomenon, I received an overwhelming amount of replies and DMs, all from other women through with casual sex.

When I tell other women I’m taking a break from non-relationship sex, they tell me they understand completely. They aren’t swearing off casual sex because they want serious relationships or because they can’t handle casual arrangements — which is the prevailing cultural stereotype about women. No, these women are saying they don’t enjoy casual sex on a basic level.

There’s no emotional investment in casual sex. Still, emotional investment isn’t a prerequisite to good sex. So, what is it that makes casual sex so bad for straight women?

The most common denominator in the bad-sex stories I hear from women is men who are doing the bare minimum for female pleasure.

I think back to all the casual encounters I’ve had since college, in which I gave men blowjobs while they seemed completely uninvested in getting me off. (I can count on one hand the number of times I was offered oral sex in return: one.)

It’s already well documentedTrusted Source that straight women don’t have as many orgasms as heterosexual men or as lesbian women — partly because cis-het sex often finishes when the man comes.

Since the majority of women don’t or can’t orgasm from penetrative sexTrusted Source, oral sex can be the key to their pleasure. Unfortunately, every woman I spoke to told me the same thing: “The men almost never go down on me, unless I ask for it, and sometimes not even then.”

One woman tells me, “A few men have told me that cunnilingus is something they would give only to a longtime girlfriend — which confounds me since they had absolutely no qualms about oral sex for themselves.” She’s not the only one to have this experience. Astonishing as it sounds, there are quite a few straight men who view going down on a woman as a “girlfriend privilege.”

As one woman tells me via Twitter, the idea of girlfriend privilege is “a license to be less of themselves in bed. Less invested, less giving.”

Men have a problem prioritizing female pleasure

Take your average porn video easily accessible online. It probably doesn’t feature a woman having an orgasm — and even when it does, the orgasm is depicted as the woman screaming or thrashing around in a performative and unrealistic fashion.

The link between casual sex and porn sex was brought up by many of the women I interviewed.

“I remember one dude got weirdly rough while we were in the act without checking in… and he kept trying to do this weird, legs-up, porn sex pose that hurt,” says one woman in a private message.

Another tells me that men mirror things they “clearly got from porn — like growling, awkward choking, and spanking,” without the sexual finesse of an actual adult entertainment star. She describes the tempo of the sex as being “forceful and aggressive”, while the man ignored her obvious pain.

There seems to be a kind of disrespect of women’s autonomy during casual sexual encounters, which doesn’t make the experience any better.

When I think about my own one-night stands, I realize I can relate: It seems to me that many men copy what they’ve learned from porn with no comprehension of the fact that women aren’t a monolith.

This is a symptom of the larger cultural disease that treats women as if we’re all the same. The fashion industry seems to struggle conceiving different sizes for the female body. Hollywood, more than 70 to 80 percent of the time, only conceives of one race of women. Mainstream porn seems to suggest women have only one type of sex.

Women are unique in our tastes, including our sexual tastes. Our bodies and pleasure points are individual and different. Treating us as a one-size-fits all pornographic fantasy isn’t going to work.

According to the frustrated women in my inbox, there’s no point in casual sex until we figure out a way to teach men how do it with consideration

Every single woman I talk to says some variant of the same thing: Men prioritize their pleasure by treating women like dolls or props to get off from.

“99 percent of men you have casual sex with are just using you as a human fleshlight. You don’t get the full spectrum of the sexual experience… [there’s] a lack of sensuality. They don’t caress your body, touch your hair… which is part of what makes sex fun for women,” says one woman, who says she has been so disillusioned she’s all but given up on casual sex with cis men.

And since I’ve written off casual sex, I can’t agree more.

I have so much more time to myself. I’m much less willing to be disappointed by strange men. I feel that my body and my desires matter in a real way, since I only have sex with partners who I know are committed to my pleasure.

My orgasm rate has skyrocketed — and so has my self-esteem.

It’s not that we don’t want more sex, but who wants bad sex with selfish partners? We’ve heard society’s version of sex positivity and we’re choosing to keep our legs closed. Investing in casual sex with straight men means investing in their orgasms more than anything: We’re now choosing to invest in ours.”

[writingsbychlo]

Sam Taylor doesn’t do relationships. He’s a hit on tinder, he’s a classic millennial and he loves it. He hasn’t quite found his place in life yet, but he’s sure he’ll get there. He just doesn’t expect ‘his place’ to come whirling into his life in the form of a nursery school teacher with a smile he can’t forget and eyes that he pictures when he closes his own. Sam Taylor doesn’t do relationships... right?

✧ Prologue ✧ Part One ✧ Part Two  ✧ Part Three ✧ Part Four ✦ Part Five ✧ Part Six ✧ Epilogue

Word Count: 28,000

Warnings: unprotected sex, public sex, slight violence/injury.

Extras: none yet!

[drondskaath]

Guignol Noir | Mantric Maledition | 2020

Swiss Occult Black Metal

In association with the Helvetic Underground Committee

https://guignolnoir.bandcamp.com/album/mantric-malediction