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reasonsforhope · 3 days

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Green energy is in its heyday.

Renewable energy sources now account for 22% of the nation’s electricity, and solar has skyrocketed eight times over in the last decade. This spring in California, wind, water, and solar power energy sources exceeded expectations, accounting for an average of 61.5 percent of the state's electricity demand across 52 days.

But green energy has a lithium problem. Lithium batteries control more than 90% of the global grid battery storage market.

That’s not just cell phones, laptops, electric toothbrushes, and tools. Scooters, e-bikes, hybrids, and electric vehicles all rely on rechargeable lithium batteries to get going.

Fortunately, this past week, Natron Energy launched its first-ever commercial-scale production of sodium-ion batteries in the U.S.

“Sodium-ion batteries offer a unique alternative to lithium-ion, with higher power, faster recharge, longer lifecycle and a completely safe and stable chemistry,” said Colin Wessells — Natron Founder and Co-CEO — at the kick-off event in Michigan.

The new sodium-ion batteries charge and discharge at rates 10 times faster than lithium-ion, with an estimated lifespan of 50,000 cycles.

Wessells said that using sodium as a primary mineral alternative eliminates industry-wide issues of worker negligence, geopolitical disruption, and the “questionable environmental impacts” inextricably linked to lithium mining.

“The electrification of our economy is dependent on the development and production of new, innovative energy storage solutions,” Wessells said.

Why are sodium batteries a better alternative to lithium?

The birth and death cycle of lithium is shadowed in environmental destruction. The process of extracting lithium pollutes the water, air, and soil, and when it’s eventually discarded, the flammable batteries are prone to bursting into flames and burning out in landfills.

There’s also a human cost. Lithium-ion materials like cobalt and nickel are not only harder to source and procure, but their supply chains are also overwhelmingly attributed to hazardous working conditions and child labor law violations.

Sodium, on the other hand, is estimated to be 1,000 times more abundant in the earth’s crust than lithium.

“Unlike lithium, sodium can be produced from an abundant material: salt,” engineer Casey Crownhart wrote in the MIT Technology Review. “Because the raw ingredients are cheap and widely available, there’s potential for sodium-ion batteries to be significantly less expensive than their lithium-ion counterparts if more companies start making more of them.”

What will these batteries be used for?

Right now, Natron has its focus set on AI models and data storage centers, which consume hefty amounts of energy. In 2023, the MIT Technology Review reported that one AI model can emit more than 626,00 pounds of carbon dioxide equivalent.

“We expect our battery solutions will be used to power the explosive growth in data centers used for Artificial Intelligence,” said Wendell Brooks, co-CEO of Natron.

“With the start of commercial-scale production here in Michigan, we are well-positioned to capitalize on the growing demand for efficient, safe, and reliable battery energy storage.”

The fast-charging energy alternative also has limitless potential on a consumer level, and Natron is eying telecommunications and EV fast-charging once it begins servicing AI data storage centers in June.

On a larger scale, sodium-ion batteries could radically change the manufacturing and production sectors — from housing energy to lower electricity costs in warehouses, to charging backup stations and powering electric vehicles, trucks, forklifts, and so on.

“I founded Natron because we saw climate change as the defining problem of our time,” Wessells said. “We believe batteries have a role to play.”

-via GoodGoodGood, May 3, 2024

Note: I wanted to make sure this was legit (scientifically and in general), and I'm happy to report that it really is! x, x, x, x

#batteries #lithium #lithium ion batteries #lithium battery #sodium #clean energy #energy storage #electrochemistry #lithium mining #pollution #human rights #displacement #forced labor #child labor #mining #good news #hope

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miss-floral-thief · 1 year

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after 6, prolly could/should take a walk tho it got even hotter

#even if i don't need to reapply sunscreen it always feels like i need to #tho also want to take a nap too #personalice #lol #if only we had a built in exercise bike attached to our electricity def be in better shape then

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noneorother · 7 months

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All the music you didn’t hear: The Good Omens soundtrack is lying to you. *Part 1*

The Bonkers Meta Series part 2: Electric Boogaloo.

I so rarely get a chance to misuse my experience in classical music, but here we are. When I realized on my most recent watch-through of the series that the David Arnold score was brilliant, but also really wonky in some parts and I couldn’t put my finger on why, @embracing-the-ineffable suggested I listen to the album soundtrack to compare.

And when I tell you what I found hidden in there, you’re going to need Eccles cakes...

1) The Song is the Clue

So right up top we have this banger. The 12th track on the album is the orchestral backdrop to the scene in the Job minisode where Aziraphale reveals Crowley’s crow/goats. The duration is 2:22 (the only track with multiples on the album), and if you look at the track by itself it doesn’t mean much. But the song just before it is actually from this fucking scene:

You know, the one where there’s a song that’s a clue to a mystery. Except Clue is capitalised, and Aziraphale pronounces it. I’ve seen guesses that this is a reference to the movie Clue, but I would put a lot of money on the fact that we are supposed to read the title of the song currently playing at that moment in the show *as a Clue*, which is super convenient, because the word Clue is capitalized in the track listing.

Seems like the overlords of Good Omens have a message for us : The song is the Clue. It’s what God wants. Cool cool cool. WHAT SONG?

2) Symmetry in all things

Before I straight up tell you, we have to go back and look at season 1.

Now I’m far from the first to notice tons of parallels between the story, details and even lines in both seasons. It got me thinking that maybe there are some fun synch-up parallels between the two season’s soundtracks, seeing as they are both 6 episodes long. Here’s the end of S1 and then S2

Oh that’s a bummer, I thought to myself.

They don’t even add up to the same number, or playtime, and neither of them is exactly 60 tracks. But do you want to hear a secret? S2 is actually missing 3 tracks on the album. And because there are 2 discs in S2 (cute), the numbers of the tracks start over again from 1. Remember how much God likes sevens? Check out where all the weirdness is happening in disc 2 (I’ve added the missing track listings in red to add context):

After checking each track with the show and listening side by side (for reasons that will become clear in another post) I can definitively say that there is something *very weird* going on at the end of episode 4.

First is track 7, Zombie dressing room, which seems to actually reach over two distinct scenes of the photo evidence in the dressing room and then Shax in hell even though it only has one title.

But *between* these two scenes we get an eerily silent wine date with Aziraphale & Crowley.

There’s really no music or even sound here besides the dialogue and room tone (until after the cheers), and it seems like a very intentionally silent version of a ritz date from season 1.

My best guess is that we are supposed to divide that track into two tracks of 7, before and after the date to get a second track 7. Or maybe the silent one is missing music? The third track number 7 is the weirdest one. It’s this scene here, when Nina parks her bike, and Aziraphale parks the car at the end of S2E4.

If you take a close listen to the music, it’s a jaunty little piece, with an oom-pah base in 3 ⁄ 4 time. The thing is, this music does not exist in any Good Omens album. Please feel free to correct me, but I’ve tried to find any part of any song that this could even be a reprise of, and I Shazammed it to be sure it wasn’t anything else. This song does not exist anywhere except in this scene. (It quickly morphs into a reprise of the original theme once Nina leaves Aziraphale). It’s an invisible song.

So we have 3 tracks at the end of S2E4: a long one, a silent one and an invisible one. Only one of which is numbered 7, but that all fit into that place in the track listing.

Which, when we add the two extras to the original total of fifty-nine we get... sixty-one! Hey wait a minute.

How are we going to get to 62?

3) The real missing track.

So the real reason we had to go back to the S1 album was because it contains the missing track that God is talking about. Let’s compare the last tracks on each album.

I’ve highlighted the mismatch between the in-show music and the album in S2, which means I had to add A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square back into the S2 album because guess what, it’s not in the S2 album. Even though it plays in the show.

You want to know how not in the album it is? Amazon had to track it in the show as a season 1 song. They had to give Tori Amos credit for her song on Good Omens in the X-ray bonus features because that’s how not in the album this song is.

So my fellow beings, if the song is the Clue, then It’s what God Wants.

And if God wants a happily ever after with Aziraphale and Crowley on their own side, then by Job, I think Neil is going to give it to her.

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And there's more where that came from! Part 2 coming shortly.

#good omens meta #art director talks good omens #go season 2 #good omens 2 #go2 #good omens prime #good omens season two #go meta #good omens season 2 #go3 #good omens 2 meta #crowley x aziraphale #aziraphale #anthony j crowley #good omens spoilers

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homunculus-argument · 7 months

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My boyfriend's looking for a new electric bike, and was looking at options where you can put a basket and/or seat on the front of the back for groceries or a passenger. While he listed the various options, and their alternating features, I got mixed up between several alternatives and for a good second there had a mental image of a bicycle with a front basket, in which I could sit while also holding our shopping bags like some sort of a front-facing grocery gargoyle.

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sinnerpalace · 4 months

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summary: what could happen when you involve jealousy, a crush, and alcohol?

pairing: daniel ricciardo x best friend!fem!reader

explicit content warning!

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Y/n’s Point of View:

Yellow. Summer. Wide smiles. Optimism. Hope. Bikes. Oversized clothing. tattoos.

All innocent things that remind me of Daniel. I was there when he drove those little electric cars around our neighborhood. I was also there when he eventually traded that little car in for a kart. I was raised around his high-energy, adrenaline-filled, and smile-filled childhood. I lived through a long-distance friendship when he moved to a different continent. I joined and followed him around the world on his hunt for a world title. I will always be there to support him 100% and that will not change anytime soon.

Midnight. Clubs. Hands. Wine. Toned. Choking. Scarlet Red. Candles.

All sinful things I have associated with Daniel. I remember when Daniel first lost his virginity. He was so eager to share the details of that night with me. We laughed until our bodies screamed for oxygen and talked about how he could improve his “performance” for next time. I didn’t feel any emotion but happiness for him at that moment, but now 17 years later, the slight notion of him hooking up with someone lights my body in jealousy. My mind betrayed my head as I imagined what Daniel is like in bed. Is he sweet and caring? Rough and daunting? Kinky and adventurous? I can’t help but envy those who have seen him euphoric in pleasure. lost in another world yearning with a pure need for more. Animalistic with the need to cum.

I apply a thin layer of clear lip gloss before spraying setting spray and using a fan to dry my face after I finish my makeup. Stepping back, I admire my body in the black skin-tight and sheer dress I am wearing. I am hoping to maybe bring someone back to my place tonight seeing as it’s been a month since I’ve gotten laid. I grab a pair of black mules before heading downstairs to slip them on and head out to the club.

I enter the club and allow my eyes to adjust to the darkness and strobing lights. I walk toward the VIP section and meet the looks of half of the grid. Once I arrive at the gate, Daniel unlocks it and offers his hand for me to grab to make sure I don’t slip. Once I get settled into a seat he leans down to my ear before whispering “You look great tonight.” A slight shiver goes down my spine and I stop myself from showing him how much he was affecting me. God if only he was mine…

I turn my head towards him and offer a smile before shooting back “Thanks. You don’t look too bad yourself.” He laughs before grabbing one of the shot glasses off the tray sitting on the table in front of us, and offering it up to me. I take it from his hand as he reaches for another, we clink the small glasses together before we throw them back. I struggle to get it down for a few seconds, but I manage to slide it down before I spit it back up.

Somewhere between another shot and a glass of red wine, I end up with some guy named Jake on the dance floor. His hands roam my body before settling on my hips as some weird club mix plays in the background. About 2 songs later, I look toward VIP to see if Daniel and some mutual friends were still there and I make eye contact with him. His look intensifies as I grind my ass back into Jake. I feel what I can only assume is little Jake.

I flip my body around, throwing my arms around his neck before leaning my lips towards his mouth. Time doesn’t seem to pass as I continue to make out with him on the middle of the dance floor. Moments pass before my body begins to crave oxygen and I stop kissing Jake. A thin line of spit connecting our lips before I feel someone staring at me. I begin to separate my body from Jake’s and look towards the VIP section once again.

Daniel's eyes bore into me. Is he angry? I move away from Jake and try to walk back to my friends when Jake grabs my wrist.

“You are breathtaking.” He says while throwing me a shy smile. I return his gesture before responding.

“Thank you.” I continue to walk, allowing his hand around my wrist to slip. I make it back to where I was sitting and allowed Daniel’s hand to fall upon my thigh. He leans his head against my ear before whispering into my ear.

“Was he a good kisser?”

“Are you jealous, Dan?” His hand strokes up and down my thigh while his hot breath hits my ear. I want him.

Daniel’s hand trails higher up my thigh while he seductively whispers, “No. You’ve always been mine”. I need him. He grips my thigh a little harder than I expect and pulls a small whimper out. He places a small kiss under my ear before pulling back slightly.

“Prove it.”

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As soon as we enter my apartment Daniel pushes my body against the door while he kisses down my throat. Little sighs leave my mouth as he begins to suck marks into the area below my neck pulling moans out of me. My hands grip onto his shoulder before sliding down to the front of his button-down shirt. I try to unbutton the shirt before getting frustrated and just pulling the shirt apart, ripping the button off the shirt.

Daniel gasps before grabbing my hand and pulling me towards my bedroom, pushing me against the nearest wall. He grips my throat leaving me gasping for breath as he leans down to place a kiss against my pliant lips. “You’re just so eager aren’t you? You just couldn’t wait could you?” He questions into the air before guiding and pushing me onto the bed while still controlling my oxygen.

“Please Danny Please” I beg between little gasps of breath. He begins to rid my body of the mini black dress. I kick my heels off and reach for Daniel. I wrap my arms around his neck and tangle my hands into his hair. Our lips meet again before I yank on his hair, he gasps and I take this moment to shove my tongue into his mouth, controlling the pace of the kiss. He begins to grind his hips into mine and I moan into his mouth.

We break apart and I allow my eyes to travel down his body before he flips my body over. Daniel takes the opportunity to trail kisses down my spine before stopping right before my ass. I feel his large hand pull at the band of my underwear before he lets it go and snaps at my waist. A small groan leaves my throat as he tugs them down and discards them with the pile of our clothes. I feel him grip my ass before pulling them apart and for a moment, I struggle to breath. It’s only when he decides to flick his tongue against my hole does a moan escape my parted lips and steal my breath away.

“Dan,” I moan. “Please. I need more.” Daniel just gives a brief “mmhh” before sliding his tongue over my asshole down to my clit. He flicks his tongue against it before placing his whole mouth on it and sucks. My arms tremble and my legs shake as I feel the inevitable orgasm coming closer and closer. “More,” I whine. Daniel doesn’t hesitate to follow instructions as he sucks harder and lets his tongue lap at my clit. I let out even more moans and I am so close to coming when Daniel stops.

“What are you doing? I was so close,” I say. I wanted to scream and cry.

“Awww. Don’t worry, baby. You’ll come on my cock.” he responds. I hear Daniel unzipping his jeans and coming near my body again. He places his hands on my upper back and pushes down. I let my body follow the guidance of his hands. My chest pressed completely to the bed while my ass is pointed upwards. He traces around my pussy with his index finger, teases around my clit and hole before pushing in. Daniel slowly fingers me with his index finger before adding his middle. The way they are sliding against my walls is driving me crazy.

“Daniel please. Fuck me,” I beg while pushing my ass against his hand. The sharp slap on the lef cheek of my ass shuts me up quickly. Moments later, he adds a third finger and now I can really feel the stretch. He struggles to fit it in and applies more pressure which has me rolling my eyes back.

“Listen to you begging for my cock. Hmm? You want it so bad don’t you,” Daniel teases while continuing fucking his fingers in and out. He pulls his fingers out my pussy and joins me on the bed. He lines his body up with mine and I feel his cock bounce against my leg briefly. Oh god. He is hugeeeee.

As I internally freak out, the tip of his cock brushes up and against my pussy. “Fuck, that feels so good. More,” I moan out. Daniel presses the tip against my hole and wowwwww his cock stretches me out even more as he slowly pushes into me. Once I feel his hips press against my ass, I tighten my pussy around his cock and lose my mind at the groans he lets out. He presses his head against my back while speaking to me.

“You are going to kill me,” Daniel mumbles out before sitting up again and pulling his entire cock out of me before rapidly thursting into me. I barely have time to breathe as my face is pushed into the mattress and he goes crazy. Moan after moan is heard in the room between his gasps of breath.

“I am about to come,” I shout as Daniel's pace begins to lose its pattern. He removes his hands from my head and his fingers begin to swipe over my clit and bring me over the finish line. He doesn’t stop though, he continues to fuck me through the orgasm and into the point of oversensitivity. Tears begin to fall as I beg Daniel to slow down. He paints my walls white as he comes in my pussy and I clench rythmically on his cock. I groan and turn my head to the right to let out a few deep breaths. He leans his head down and places a few chaste kisses against my lips before he begins to slowly slide out of me. Once out, I collapse my lower half against the bed and roll over onto my back.

I look up at Daniel and he has this kind of shy smile covering his face. I let out a small chuckle. How does a man who has just given me the best orgasm ever seem so reserved right after the fact? He joins me on the bed, pulling me onto his body slightly and pulling my comforter over us. His hand rubs up and down my back as the comfortable silence fills the room and washes over us.

Daniel breaks the silence as he says “Dinner. Tomorrow night?”

“Of course,” I respond as I trace small shapes on his chest. “It’s always been you. You know that right?”

“No, I didn’t, but I want to,” He says slowly before turning his head towards me and locking eyes. I give him a small smile and leave my head up for another kiss. His large hand rests on my cheek as he leads the kiss. I lean my forehead against his, sharing the oxygen trapped between us. I enjoy this moment before removing my head from his and laying my head against my pillow.

a/n: so I am giving this another try lol. i am trying to find time to for this blog since i am now in college and my schedule is really busy. - sinner

p.s. - if there is an errors please let me know. i do not have beta reader

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fryingpan1234567 · 4 months

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canonically Jason and Tim have motorcycles, right? and B and Duke too but the other two are more well known I think

ANYWAYS what if everyone in the batfam had one tho? because. the potential.

Dick takes his off of roofs sometimes, but it’s built for it. before all his modifications, it was just a blue and black chrome Yamaha sports bike, nothing special. he added a Nightwing sticker on each side, a bunch of weapons (mostly electricity based), grappling hooks, Nightwing things. there’s even a sidecar for Haley.

Babs (before the wheelchair days) had a purple and yellow one that matched her suit perfectly. it sort of meant she couldn’t use it during the day, but occasionally she rode it to work with extensive concealing of the random dangerous gadgets. hers was also a Yamaha (same model ^^)

Jason canonically has a black shapeshifting one like some maccadams shit but it’s fine— it’s loud as shit, so he doesn’t really use it for patrol, but he loves it during the day. because it’s just black, it’s pretty easy to take it out for completely non-suspicious speeding law breaking joyrides. no harm done!

Cass has a jet black Ninja, and her reputation on the streets is about the same as the nightfury’s at the beginning of the first httyd. dark, deadly, and it’s even quiet in Gotham’s busy streets. watch your back for her.

Tim’s got the BATCYCLE it’s CANON. it’s also canon that it’s got a liquid-cooling engine and a Robin-themed paint job, but fuck that, I say it’s dark red and electric and he rides it to work. so sometimes (most of the time) he pulls up with ruffled clothes and helmet hair, which Conner nearly fainted at the first time he saw it, but we don’t talk about that. he doesn’t use it for patrol because Kon said he’d carry him everywhere if Tim gave him rides in exchange. on the bike. he has said on more than one occasion “wear the helmet, ride a biker” and Tim punches him really hard

Steph’s bike is purple, and the wheels do the hover-shift-glowy thing like in Mario Kart (also purple). she’s not scared of you or anyone; she will ride that shit to school and use it on patrol with the hovering and distracting color and everything. fight me.

in canon, Duke’s bike is electric with a bunch of lights and black and yellow and lowkey built like a tank. I kinda like it! I think it’s a fabulous bike for a fabulous man so therefore he gets to keep it I won’t be taking criticism

Damian gets a green and red and black electric Ninja, plus a helmet that he painted with feathers and paw prints n shit. Jon likes the spare, which is just black but has a red mohawk. what more could you want? he could fly everywhere, but he also could just have his badass motorcycle bf drive him everywhere while he wears his dope ass helmet and vibes to whatever 2000s pop shit Damian lets him play. he’s a professional backpack.

did you think I’d stop at the Batkids? sorry imma keep going

I like the idea of Brucie having a black sports bike that’s 90% modifications like in the movie. no one remembers what it was before he took it all apart and added Bat-stuff, but it looks great now! it’s blown up more times than you can count, just because it’s a really good target for rogues.

Kate has one that’s almost exactly the same, except hers is maybe a little closer to what it was originally. she doesn’t quite have all the same stuff Bruce does, but they’re the same vibe!

anyways that’s the vigilante weirdos club, so like it’s expected that they’d all have a dangerous vehicle. slightly less expected— Alfred freaking Pennyworth has a Harley with tall handles and sparkly black paint, but nobody knew that for such a long time because he barely leaves the manor. all the kids lost their minds when they found out. what can I say

anyways some Bat-bike shenanigans that have ensued:

street races between all the Batkids at least once a week, whether that be on patrol or in civvy clothes

Jason obnoxiously revving really loud whenever he sees one of them in the street, on a date, when he’s picking them up from something, just as often as possible. obnoxious revving. old people hate him

cool lesbian aunt Kate picking up kids from school with her badass bike and epic helmet

sometimes Dick will be talking about “his child” or “his baby” and no one’s sure if he’s talking about his dog or his bike

bike-related thirst traps on social media

“race you to the next light”

not a single one of them has left a Gotham speeding law intact even once (not even Alfred, although he won’t admit it)

Wally likes to get Dick to race him on his bike even though he knows he’s going to win

both Jon and Conner have said something along the lines of “I bet I could pick up the bike with you on it” as a show-off attempt, but Damian and Tim love their paint jobs too much to permit them to try

Batfam on bikes❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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seat-safety-switch · 4 months

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So-called motorcylists love to shove their beloved bikes away whenever there's a little bit of snow on the road. That's because motorcyclists are famously concerned with their public perception. They don't want to drive around town with wood screws run through their tires, shrieking profanities at stopped traffic before ripping a perfect 12 'o' clocker and driving across the iced-over multi-use-pathway, comfortable in their knowledge that the police will not and can not follow. Or it's because they don't have heated grips, and their handsies get cold.

Heated steering wheels are the single greatest innovation in cars in the last two hundred years. Unfortunately for me, they hadn't been installed into cars of the age I own. In the late 1970s, the newest innovation in steering wheel comfort was "maybe make them a little smaller, for the ladies." Seems like I was cursed to a lifetime of wondering if my thermostat was seized, freezing to death even through many layers of mittens and work gloves while waiting for the tow truck to arrive and clean up the commuters in front of me.

Of course, Plymouth also didn't equip this car with a lot of other modern features. For instance, liquid-cooled active speed laser and radar jamming was not available. Active pursuit drones pre-programmed with a seek-and-destroy order for all speed cameras were not yet on the market, unless you worked for the CIA. And also the good people of China had not figured out how to make $35 45-millimetre ball-bearing turbochargers capable of adding nearly four hundred horsepower to any engine strong enough to keep its guts on the inside when presented with one medium-sized jet engine's worth of boost. I had to add all those things myself.

Easy, right? Run some wires to a heating element on the steering wheel. There's just one complication: steering wheels turn. If I keep spinning the car left and right, eventually the wire will get tangled up and rip itself out, causing an electrical fire. Admittedly, that will also keep my hands warm, but the walk home after is inconvenient.

The original "engineers" who took a whisky-soaked gander at this car before slapping their secretaries on the ass had a solution, though. In every steering wheel, the horn button has the same problem. Unfortunately for me, the horn hasn't worked in this car since 1983, which complicated my attempts to reuse the wiring.

Ultimately, I came up with what a rocket scientist would call "a compromise." A pair of bolt cutters and a map to the local truck-supply warehouse's storage yard soon provided me with a nifty diesel-fired interior heater, a roaring flame that consumes all and produces enough heat to make toast from three feet away. Ratchet-strapped to the place where the passenger seat used to be, it will keep my fingers warm, as well as my feet and every other part of my body. Sure, it's inconvenient having to continually refill it with stolen farm diesel, and I could have run the exhaust pipe out of the cabin a better way than through the rust hole in the floor. Once you get that heated seat feeling, though, you simply can't go back. If you'll excuse me, I need to get going: if I don't get to work in the next five minutes, my boots will melt again.

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fafnir19 · 5 months

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Sporting Incentive

I stood outside the charming London apartment, feeling an electric thrill in my bones. Six months in this enchanting city awaited me, and I was ready to embrace every adventure it had in store.

I simply swapped apartments with another student who was also studying abroad. The other student’s name was William, and his apartment was centrally located—a perfect find for me.

As I stepped inside, the interior was as impressive as the exterior. Clean and stylish, with a touch of sophistication that made me feel right at home. A letter from William sat on the dining table, welcoming me to his apartment and assuring me that a cleaning lady would come weekly. I grinned as I read the part about making use of William's sports equipment and clothing. The apartment was a treasure trove of athletic gear. It seemed William was quite the athlete, unlike myself. From the bike leaning against the wall to rows of equipment for various sports, I couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration and a pang of guilt for not being as sporty.

The day London's public transportation went on strike, I found myself in a on a dilemma. I needed to get to the university, and without hesitation, I decided to ride William's white racing bike.

It was a new experience, and at first, I struggled to find my balance. Alas, as I pedaled through the streets of London, a newfound exhilaration filled me. I was hooked. "Whoa!" I mumbled to myself, my heart racing and laughter bubbling up as I zipped through the streets, reveling in the freedom and speed of the bike. From that day on, I ditched public transportation for my trusty two-wheeled companion.

"Hey, Aiden, why don't you join us for a game of hockey?" The invitation came from a couple of guys at the university. I was hesitant at first, not being much of a hockey player, but eventually, I gave in to their pleas. Before I knew it, I was suiting up in William's hockey gear and taking to the nearby park.

The game turned out to be a surprising success. I found joy in the friendly competition, and soon enough, hockey became a regular hobby for me. "Aiden, have you ever tried rowing? Our club could use someone like you," a fellow hockey player asked one day, sparking my interest in a sport I hadn't considered before. I thought that since I was in London, I might as well try rowing—after all, it's typically English.

I took William's rowing suit and ventured to the rowing club.

The sense of unity and purpose I found there had me hooked from the very first stroke. Before long, I was waking up at the crack of dawn to row every morning before heading to the university, relishing the tranquility of the river and the rhythm of the oars. As days went on, I noticed a change in my physique due to all the sports. My own clothes no longer fit properly, so I began wearing William's refinde attire. It felt a bit odd at first, but soon, I grew to love the posh style. "Well, well, look who's turning into quite the athlete,"

a friend remarked, and I couldn't help but smile at the transformation I had undergone.

With a deep breath, I stepped into the familiar pub, the scent of ale and chatter filled the air.

William was waiting for me, a grin spreading across his face. "Aiden! I'm back earlier than expected. How's the apartment been treating you?" "It's been fantastic, William. I can't thank you enough for letting me stay here." "I'm glad you enjoyed it. By the way, you don't have to sleep on the sofa. It's not really my apartment, and I actually haven't been abroad," William confessed with a chuckle. "Wait, what do you mean it's not your apartment? What's going on?" I asked, feeling a knot of confusion forming in my stomach. "It's all part of an experiment for my master's thesis. The apartment is designed to influence your subconscious and turn you into an athlete. And I must say, it's been quite a success!" William's eyes danced with excitement. "You did what?" My voice rose in incredulity, but I found myself unable to muster anger toward William. There was an odd sense of acceptance and understanding that came over me. Before I could protest further, William dropped another bombshell. "And it seems my experiment turned out more successful than anticipated. I also tried to make you my best friend, and it looks like it worked!" I blinked, trying to process everything, but then something remarkable happened. A warmth settled in my chest, and I couldn't help but mirror William's grin.

"A world trip, you say? I've always wanted to travel with you, William." "I thought you'd say that! I've already booked the tickets. It's the perfect way to celebrate the success of my thesis," William said, excitement lacing his words. The thought of traveling the world with William filled me with an indescribable joy, and for the first time in a long while, I felt genuinely excited about something. As the days passed and the world trip drew closer, I found myself caught in a whirlwind of preparations and excitement. The sparkle in William's eyes was infectious, and I couldn't deny the thrill of experiencing the world with him. The first light of dawn illuminated the airport, casting a golden glow over the eager faces of the travelers. An array of emotions churned within me—anticipation, excitement, and a flicker of apprehension.

"Here's to new adventures, Aiden," William said, clinking his glass against mine as we waited for our flight. "To new adventures," I echoed, a genuine smile curving my lips. The world awaited us, brimming with possibilities, and for the first time, I was eager to embrace it all. As the plane soared into the boundless sky, I couldn't help but feel a semblance of freedom that I had never experienced before. Leaning back in my seat, I closed my eyes and let the hum of the aircraft lull me into a state of contemplation. What awaited me beyond the horizon?

"Hello, Josh. Yes, it's been quite an interesting experiment, and I believe it's time to put the cherry on top," William’s professor spoke into his phone, his eyes glinting with anticipation. "Thank you for the generous financial support. Aiden has proven to be the ideal candidate for your law firm. He will change his subjects to law after returning from his world trip. I’ve influenced his subconscious so that he will become a dedicated and loyal employee." William’s professor said, his voice dripping with confidence.

"Oh, and I've taken up the suggestion of the HR department. Aiden will be pleased to contribute to the diversity charter as well. It seems he'll be a nice little addition to London’s gay community soon," William’s professor said with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

#male tf #male transformation #personality change #straight to gay #athlete tf #musclegrowth #hypnosis #subconscious

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I'm gonna give u my black brothers hc because i have no one else to share them with:

-they both have a resting bitch face. pure dead stare.

-sarcastic little shits

-sirius face is completely "blank"while regulus has so many freckles

-they both have grey eyes and they don't like change with the light or anything,at best they become darker during thunderstorms

-sirius listens to glam rock and classic rock while regulus listens to indie and rap(not the cringe kind obv)

-sirius wears moon/star earings while reg has sun/star ones,the stars were the same pair they split it

-they don't like spending money but it's because they think they don't need anything (they feel like they're aren't enough to buy stuff for themselves) but they also feel guilty about that because they know they have the money

-sirius is nonbinary/genderfluid and just lives dressing badass,clothes don't have gender

-regulus is trans and feels euphoric wearing evans' shirts because he's like MANLY MAN!1! so yk, (evan is not that but shh)

-they both did ballet and fencing(muggle au)

-they were taught: piano,violin,transverse flute, they also took individual singing lessons and were part of the church's choir

-sirius learned on his own to play the guitar (classic and electric)

-and then he taught reg how to play it

-reg learned on his own how to play the bass and the drums

-they are spooked by the sea but find it fascinating

-sirius had to take his drivers license test twice bc there was a deer in the street and he thought it was prongs (when they told him he pretended it wasn't him but it actually was(moon's idea)) (sirius still thinks it wasn't him)

-regulus loves to drive Sirius' bike and every time he comes back from a ride he pretends to have scratched it by accident and sirius believes him every time

-i almost forgot,sirius has wavy hair while reg's is very curly

-[this is the second thing I'm adding sorry]

they speak: english,french,italian,japanese,german

they also know:latin, ancient greek,and old japanese,plus ancient runes

#harry potter #marauders #regulus black #harry potter marauders #r.a.b.#sirius black #slytherin skittles #james fleamont potter #james potter #sirius and regulus #black brothers #genderfluid sirius black #trans regulus #trans sirius black #marauders headcanon #sirius orion black #regulus arcturus black #the noble house of black #black brothers headcanons

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