#110 mm

[ososperezosos]

110 film from 2021-2024, developed Summer 2024.

[nattverd]

[carebooks]

r.i.p dean indira shetty, you and billy butcher would’ve been a match made in hell heaven

[fotophilosophy]

Subminiature Camera

I recently started listening to the Sunny 16 Podcast, and inspired by their cheap camera challenge, I bought some 110 film. When I got home from a trip, I promptly broke out my favourite Minolta 16mm camera – the 16 MG-S. Unfortunately I found that it wasn’t working properly, and despite my attempts at fixing it these past few days, the camera is a lot more disassembled, but no more…

[harrysa]

https://www.galaxyprocess.in/enhance.html

The Circulation of the Massecute in Vacuum Pans plays a vital role in Steam requirement for Sugar boiling. Basically, the crystallization of sucrose involves complex processes that require the correct design of vacuum pans and precise operation. A particularly important factor is the circulation, which is strongly interrelated with the convective-boiling heat transfer in the calendria and determines, to a large extent, the velocity of crystallization and the uniformity of the conditions inside the vessel.

[technoplanet]

ibm palm top pc 110, measuring only 158 by 133 by 33 mm (6.2 by 5.2 by 1.3 in) and weighting about 630 g (1.39 lb) with the battery inserted

[irfanfarooqi]

RAKtherm pprc in pakistan

RAKtherm pprc in pakistan

RAKtherm pprc raktherm pprc imported from UAE Range 20 mm to 110 mm PN 20 and PN 25 pipes and fittings contact for meeting or order the web site owner; +92-321-2248975

[mockerycrow]

Hello!!!!!! So i was wonderinfg if you could do a piece for cod mw2? A platonic 141 (other characters can be added if youd like) x (preferably 18-20 yr old) gn or fem reader. It can be a oneshot or headcannons, i dont mind either format!!! If you do a oneshot, any scenario (a mission, off duty, etc) is fine w me!!! You basically have free reign, just keep it strictly platonic, not even a smidge of the hints w the reader and romantic relationships 👍❤️

Ain’t That A Kick In The Head? (Platonic!141 x Fem!Reader)

cod masterlist

A/N: YESS!! I LOVE PLATONIC FICS!! 99% of my writing so far has been romantic, kind of funny considering I’m aromantic and queer. thank you anon <3 i’m also sorry for taking so long. your speciality isn’t specified, but it can’t be demolitions, im sorry!! plot purposes.

[WARNINGS: mentioned misogyny, fluff.]

Considering how young you are, you deal with quite a lot of people who have low expectations for you. To be fair, you don’t have much experience, but you are a quick learner and that’s very much needed on this base. You’re a Specialist, one rank above Private in the U.S. army ranks. When people first meet you, they expect you to be a coward, a twenty year old girl—is what they like to call you—who doesn’t know the difference between a 5.56 mm cartridge and a 7.62 mm cartridge, a clueless little girl. Of course you did not know everything, but it was clear you know enough and have enough skill as you’re apart of the 141.

When you were first picked for the team, Ghost was a bit skeptical. Your age played a big factor because he was concerned about your level of experience, but he overall trusts Price’s judgement. A huge part of it was him worried about how you would take in all of the traumatizing sights they see on every mission. How you would be able to take someone down without a second thought, even if they pleaded for their life. He didn’t voice this worry, nor did he do anything to “shield” you because he knows you know what you signed up for.

You physically train/spar with Ghost and Gaz separately frequently. They are different in size and in style of defense/attack, so they both give you great pointers on how to defend yourself and how to initiate an attack. You have a schedule with them; when you’re on base, you train with Gaz Mondays and Tuesdays and Ghosts on Thursdays, preferably early in the morning with Gaz and in the evening with Ghost. Even when you perfect your own style for attack and defense, you keep training with them; “So you don’t get rusty.”

Price knows what you signed up for, and he knows that he picked you, so like everyone else on the task force, he begins to train you. Being an expert in violence and timing—unconventional warfare too, he occasionally sits in on your training sessions with Gaz and/or Ghost. Sometimes, he talks with Gaz or Ghost beforehand to set up a specific scenario for you to find a way to get out of alive.

Being said, Price takes you out as well as the team to a training field, doing the exact same thing but in a more.. realistic scenario. Being so young, he figures you still have an unacceptable type of response with “fight, flight, or freeze”. His plan is to strip away the freeze response because that’s the one that will get you killed. He also very specifically has himself and your teammates as the enemies in this field because while you’re supposed to trust your team with your life, there’s also often betrayal in the field.

Soap is a demolitions expert, as well as a sniper. He absolutely refuses to let you handle real bombs at first because he knows you didn’t specialize in demolitions like he did. After spending a few months with you, he brings out non-dangerous replicas of bombs and replicated parts to begin to show you how to take a bomb apart/defuse it, when it’s best to let it explode, or how to put one together for emergencies. He absolutely 110% makes sure you know it’s for emergencies when he isn’t there. It’s not that he thinks you’re incapable, but he can’t help but worry. Him learning about how Gaz and Price met, how Price only had seconds to shove the hostage with a bomb vest strapped to him over that railing? Fucking terrifying to him.

Gaz also helps you complete your interrogation training—not being the interrogator, but then interrogatee. Undergoing several mentally challenging tests himself of this variety, he tasks himself with giving you pointers. Your task is to keep your mouth shut about intel and escape the facility and remain hidden, uncaptured during the entire test. He’s so incredibly used to uncomfortable situations, so his pointers during this—seeing that he passed this test himself, the only one who past it in his class—his advice is helpful.

Besides training with Ghost, he coaches you ambushes and stealth. Every time you’re caught in a test, he coaches you on how to evade, on how to remain hidden even when the enemy is right in front of you. He teaches you how to set up traps and ruses, what traps are most commonly used and spotted and what ones aren’t.

Overall, they know you’re inexperienced and young, but you quickly take their advice and training into account, and you get to teach them a thing or two when you arrive on base. You learn quick and Price finally feels as if you’re ready for an intense stealth mission, accompanied by the team. They don’t have any doubt held in their hearts for you, 100% trusting your abilities.

[3vergr3en]

idk if it's just me, but I'm 110% sure Geto is a rough pleasure dom. He is literally such a gentleman and ik he'd treat you right :c But like, he's also mean with it too? like, ykwim??

Like when you guys are at the mall, he'd buy you anything you took a second glance at. "Sugu'!" You tug his sleeve, urging him to walk closer to the window of the store, showing him a pleated skirt. "Doesn't it look so cute?" You'd question him with a smile, "Mm, it would look more nice on you." He'd hum, kissing the top of your head. "C'mon, lets have you go try it on." He says, dragging you into the store.

..

"Your right, hon'. It looks beautiful on you." He'd whisper into your ear as he has you pinned against the wall of the dressing room, your pussy stuffed full with his cock. The skirt you had tried on was bunched up to your waist, giving your boyfriend easy access. His hands grips at your hips as he ruts his cock up into your hot, gummy walls. His tip prodding at your cervix, causing you to roll your eyes back at the feeling of how deep he's reached inside of you. "What'd'ya think, hon'? I think you should get it." He hums, watching in the mirror at the glistening mixture of his cum and your juices seep down your thighs.

[ososperezosos]

110 film from 2021-2024, developed Summer 2024.

[nattverd]

[moths-daily]

Moth Of The Day #155

Cabbage Tree Emperor Moth

Bunaea alcinoe

From the saturniidae family. They have a wingspan of 110-160 mm. They can be found in Africa. Their wings are covered in microscopic scales which allow for the absorbotion of echolocation sounds from bats, their primary predator.

[disease]

"THE CAPTIVITY IS AS BARBAROUS AS THE CRIME" FRANCISCO DE GOYA // 1810s [etching | 110 x 85 mm.]

[dr1lldash]

puppy!venture x reader 985 words (okay i was more confident about being able to write puppy sloan that i should have been. i feel like i just wrote them normally but like. with ears and a tail. if u want me to rewrite i 110% will!!)

req: @archangelsarchway can... can i request reader petting puppy sloan guys pelase HEAR EM OUT IT WOULD LITERALLY BE SO AMAZING...

The front door opens around six o’clock, and instead of the usual rushed sound of Sloan kicking off their boots, you hear two quiet thuds. Instead of the excited running to the couch that you were waiting for them on, you hear lethargic footsteps trudging towards you.

“Sloan?” you call out.

Usually they would perk up at your voice, literally jumping onto the couch where you were waiting, but this time they answer back with “Mm-hm?” The TV, volume on low, nearly drowns them out. You keep your eye on the entrance to the living room, watching as they walk in, eyes staring at the floor, ears nearly flat on their head.

“What’s wrong?” They shrug before looking up at you. There are bags under their eyes, darker and deeper than usual, and their eyes lack the light that usually shone through.

“Long day, I guess.” They collapse on top of you, wrapping you in a bear hug and burying their face in your chest. Your hands automatically come up to the mop of hair on their head, stroking their ears gently.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“Nuh-uh.” They let out a deep sigh. “Nothing really happened, I just missed you.”

“Aw, baby.” You rub at the back of their ears with a little more pressure, which they groan quietly at. “I missed you, too. You’re off tomorrow, right?” They nod. “We can spend all day together, promise. Do you want to go to the beach?”

They look up at you. “Just wanna stay in with you. Can we watch Studio Ghibli movies? I still haven’t seen Howl.”

“Mi vida, I don’t think that movie’s about what you think it is.”

“Why would it be called Howl then? What other animal howls?”

“Howler monkeys?”

“Don’t count.” You let out a laugh, and they smile, laying back in your chest. “I love your laugh, amor.” They rest for another minute before they roll onto their back, eyes closed. “Tell me about your day.”

“I didn’t do much,” you start.

“That’s okay, I just wanna hear you talk.” You rub Sloan’s scalp with the tips of your fingers as you tell them about what you did while they were gone. Cleaning the kitchen, doing some laundry, starting some sitcom before realizing that they would probably want to watch it with you, turning on reruns of the Office to fill the void they leave when they’re not home instead.

“I did some baking, too,” you remember. Their ears perk up at this.

“What’d you make?”

“Guess.”

“Hmm…” They open their eyes, looking up at you as they think. “Cake? Cookies?”

“Nope, nope.”

“Brownies?”

“Not quite.”

“Oh!” They sit up, turning around to look at you. You can see their tail wagging a bit, but you can hear the distinct thump of it against the couch clearly. “Did you make churros?”

You grin. “How did you guess?”

“Did you make chocolate sauce to go with them?” Their eyes are full of hope, sparkling in a way that the sun could never hope to replicate.

“Baby, you know chocolate makes you sick.”

“Chocolate makes everyone sick if they have enough!”

“You can barely eat a tablespoon before your stomach starts hurting.”

They pout. “Maybe I just want you to rub my tummy.”

You place a hand on their cheek, leaning in to kiss them on their forehead. “I made the carob dip to go with them.”

“It’s not the same…” They drag the last word out. “But I guess it’ll do.” You roll your eyes at them.

“I can make a tiny bit of chocolate sauce to go with them, if you really want.”

“I really, really, really want.” Sloan wraps their hands around yours, still resting on their cheek. “Pretty please?”

You give in. “I’ll make it tomorrow, before we watch the movie. You just want tummy rubs, don’t you?”

“Maaaybe…” They flash you a smile before letting it fade slightly. “Thank you for cheering me up.”

You cock your head slightly. “I didn’t do anything, though.”

“Yeah, but just…” they let out a sigh. “Being around you cheers me up. Talking to you cheers me up. You’re like my puppy.” You blink at them, causing them to swat your arm. “You know what I mean!”

“I know, I just like giving you shit.” You reflect their smile back at them. “I’m glad you feel better. I love you, Sloan. I want to make you happy.”

“I love you, too, (Y/N). You make me happy every day. I love getting to come home to you.” You lean closer into them, putting your hand on their other cheek before capturing their lips in a gentle kiss. After a moment, the two of you pull away.

“Do you want to watch the sitcom I was telling you about?”

“Yeah!” they bark. “What’s it about?”

“It’s sort of like the office, but it’s set in like, a WalMart. I watched like five minutes of the first episode before I realized it’s totally up your alley.”

“You watched five whole minutes without me?” They pout at you once again. “How could you?”

“Baby, you watched half of My Neighbor Totoro without me.”

“I thought you had seen it before! I swear you had said you’d seen it before.”

You shake your head. “Nope, and we still need to finish it, too.”

Sloan yawns, laying their head back on your chest and snuggling in, facing the TV. “We should watch it tomorrow. After Howl.”

You nod, kissing the top of their head, right between their ears. “After Howl.”

The two of you fall asleep on the couch, in a position that would normally be uncomfortable but somehow works for the two of you. Sloan has one leg over yours, holding you close with their nose pressed into your neck, while you hold them tightly, making sure they don’t fall off the couch.

[pwlanier]

Bronze miniature skeleton or "Larva Convivalis", a "memento mori" handed to guests at feasts, articulated but with lower right leg missing and left arm substituted for lower right leg, Roman

Memento mori translates from Latin as “Remember you must die”. This is a special type of memento mori called a larva convivialis, given to revellers at a banquet or feast. Even when the Romans were enjoying themselves, they still were reminded of their own mortality. The bronze skeleton is just over 110 mm high. For an unknown reason the right leg of the articulated skeleton has been substituted for a left arm. This is an extremely rare example.

Science Museum

[quantumwitchgame]

The nintendo gamecube wasn't actually a cube.

But how many gamecubes would we need to make an actual cube?

For this I'm assuming we remove the awkward handles, and have a gamecube of 110h x150w x161d in mm

Let's figure out how many we'd need to make a gamecubecube.

First, get the prime factors of each dimension

110 = 2 5 11 150 = 2 3 5^2 161 = 7 23

The product of the prime factors is 265650 so each edge of our gamecubecube is going to be 265650mm.

Now we can see how many gamecubes would make up our gamecubecube.

It would be 265650/110 high = 2415

265650/150 wide = 1771

265650/161 deep = 1650

So with those dimensions, we'd need 7,056,992,250 gamecubes to make a gamecubecube

I don't think it's practical to get hold over over 7 billion gamecubes to form a gamecubecube that's over 265 meters high though.

But I feel better for knowing this.