#Cone Mill

[90s-2000s-barbie]

(2003)

[4th-make-quail]

A semi perky quail many hours before he finally escaped the chaos that was a textiles conference for students..... Christ I think I've never talked about being an industry professional to so many people one after the other before oh my goddddd

Got to evangelise about Quality and also got to eat free (not actually that great) food, as well as leave work at 1pm tho, so I guess not all bad??

[lisamarie-vee]

[christopheloiron]

The words “organic denim” kinda belong together as much as “healthy cigarettes” or “sustainable fast fashion” do…

But Cone Mills White Oak Plant, North Carolina, produced a few limited runs of organic selvedge indigo denim back in its days, before one of the last domestic fabric milling operation in the US shut down in 2017. If you’ve ever owned a pair of pre-2001 classic 501s, the one plant that had been supplying Levi Strauss with its proprietary shrink-to-fit indigo denim for over 100 years is Cone Mills. Why that mill folded while demand for premium denim fabric had NEVER been that high worldwide at the time? Beats me. Blame it on Fast-Fashion new sets of rules reprogramming price points and consumers’ buying habits, and profit-driven suits lured by offshoring production to cut down on costs to accommodate shareholders…

I always thought Levi’s (a public yet somewhat still family-run business to this day) should have considered sacrificing a few assets and saved that plant… But no. Much cheaper to produce denim jeans in Turkey, Pakistan, Cambodia, Bangladesh, China, Ethiopia etc. And the garment-distressing factories to achieve that desirable « vintage » worn-in look are also right next door! How convenient. Much easier to turn a blind eye on environmental guidelines when they are being violated on the other side of the world… While the average consumer just wants a good deal, and "Buy Less, Pay More" never sounds too appealing to a society plagued by consumerism.

Anyways, here are two identical (before/after) pairs of Mister Freedom® "Californian" Lot64 OG23, cut from NOS (New Old Stock) « organic » denim produced by Cone Mills, jeans cut & sewn in California, USA. I wore my pair for about 8 months doing chores + 3 maintenance full washes. More deets here

[bryan360]

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On This Day - Mar. 5th, 2020

I’m back for this again despite trying hard to find any previous post share for March 4th yesterday.

What that being said, here’s what I thankfully saved this on DeviantArt back in March. 4th, 2020. Make that as the funny alternative from watching General Mills’ Ice Cream Cones commercial. This bear sure wanted ice cream for breakfast. Heck, I remember from past years of enjoying Nestle Drumsticks in the early mornings. Though I regretted sometimes later. 😓

Tagged: @murumokirby360 @carmenramcat @alexander1301 @rafacaz4lisam2k4

[btmaalisa]

Why does the jaw crusher fail to discharge materials?

The jaw crusher is a professional crushing equipment in mining construction, and it is also the most basic and common crushing equipment in mining construction. However, in the process of crushing ore by the jaw crusher, sometimes the material is stuck. Then Henan Benteng Machinery Co., Ltd. will analyze the reasons for this situation with everyone.

If the material encountered in the process of producing materials by the jaw crusher has a large amount of moisture on the surface, or the material to be crushed is mixed with some mud and other debris, in this case, the material to be crushed cannot be discharged smoothly, and it will be blocked in the crushing chamber after crushing, resulting in the final material jam.

If the material to be crushed is sulfur ore, the sulfur ore itself is mixed with a lot of mud. By analogy, if there are more mixtures in the material and the temperature of the material is high, it will directly lead to the crushing of the crushed material in the process of crushing. Due to the high viscosity, the crusher cavity is blocked before crushing.

Henan Banteng Machinery Co., Ltd. provides customers with complete guidance in terms of product expertise, and provides customers with the most intimate guidance for problems in product production.

[vjinstrument]

Future Trends in Pharmaceutical Blending Machines

In the dynamic landscape of pharmaceutical manufacturing, blending machines play a pivotal role in ensuring the uniformity and consistency of drug formulations. As technology continues to evolve, so too do the capabilities and features of blending machines like ball mill machines, cube mixers, and double cone blenders. This article explores the future trends shaping these essential tools in pharmaceutical production.

Integration of Advanced Automation and Control Systems

One of the most significant trends in blending machines for pharmaceuticals is the integration of advanced automation and control systems. Traditionally, these machines have relied on manual operation or basic programmable logic controllers (PLCs). However, the future lies in sophisticated automation that enhances precision, repeatability, and real-time monitoring.

Ball mill machines, cube mixers, and double cone blenders are increasingly being equipped with intelligent control systems that can adjust mixing parameters dynamically. This ensures optimal blending efficiency while minimizing human error. Integrated sensors provide valuable data on factors like temperature, humidity, and blend uniformity, allowing for immediate adjustments and proactive maintenance.

Enhanced Hygienic Design and Material Compatibility

In pharmaceutical manufacturing, cleanliness and material compatibility are paramount. Future blending machines are expected to feature enhanced hygienic designs and construction materials that meet stringent regulatory standards. Stainless steel, known for its durability and resistance to corrosion, remains a preferred choice due to its ease of cleaning and sterilization.

Double cone blenders, cube mixers, and ball mill machines are being redesigned with smoother surfaces, fewer crevices, and improved sealing mechanisms to prevent cross-contamination and ensure product integrity. Additionally, advancements in material science are exploring novel alloys and coatings that further enhance durability and ease of maintenance.

Application of Advanced Mixing Technologies

The pharmaceutical industry demands precise control over particle size distribution, homogeneity, and blend uniformity. Future blending machines are anticipated to leverage advanced mixing technologies to meet these stringent requirements.

Ball mill machines are evolving to incorporate finer grinding capabilities, allowing for the production of nanoparticles and optimized particle size distributions essential for drug delivery systems. Cube mixers are integrating novel mixing actions and geometries to improve powder flow and blend uniformity without compromising gentle handling of fragile ingredients.

Double cone blenders, renowned for their gentle blending action and versatility across a wide range of batch sizes, are being enhanced with improved baffling and intensifier bars to promote more efficient mixing. These advancements not only improve productivity but also ensure consistent quality in pharmaceutical formulations.

Sustainability and Energy Efficiency

With a growing emphasis on sustainability across industries, including pharmaceuticals, blending machines are also evolving to be more energy-efficient and environmentally friendly. Manufacturers are exploring innovative ways to reduce energy consumption without compromising on performance.

Ball mill machines, cube mixers, and double cone blenders are incorporating energy-efficient motors, variable speed drives, and optimized mixing algorithms that minimize power consumption during operation. Additionally, advancements in insulation materials and heat recovery systems are reducing overall energy losses and operational costs.

Integration with Industry 4.0 Technologies

The advent of Industry 4.0 is revolutionizing pharmaceutical manufacturing by integrating digital technologies for improved efficiency, flexibility, and quality control. Future blending machines are expected to seamlessly integrate with Industry 4.0 platforms, enabling real-time data exchange, remote monitoring, and predictive maintenance.

Ball mill machines, cube mixers, and double cone blenders equipped with IoT (Internet of Things) capabilities can transmit operational data to centralized systems, facilitating predictive analytics and proactive maintenance scheduling. This not only minimizes downtime but also enhances process reliability and regulatory compliance.

Conclusion

As pharmaceutical manufacturing continues to advance, so too will the capabilities of blending machines like ball mill machines, cube mixers, and double cone blenders. From enhanced automation and control systems to advanced mixing technologies and sustainability measures, the future trends in these essential tools promise to elevate efficiency, quality, and compliance in drug formulation processes. Adopting these advances will be essential for pharmaceutical companies hoping to maintain their competitiveness in a global market that is changing quickly.

In summary, the future of pharmaceutical blending machines is marked by innovation, efficiency, and sustainability, driven by the relentless pursuit of excellence in drug manufacturing.

[idexindia]

The Complete Handbook on Handling Powder Substances

Powders are finely fragmented particles that find applications across industries, including food, pharmaceuticals, chemicals, and plastics. Their distinct characteristics pose both advantages and difficulties in safely managing them. This article delves into the world of powder handling, discussing factors, tools, and prominent players such as IDEX MPT and Quadro.

[vjinstruments]

The Various Pharmaceutical Instruments Used In Pharmaceutical Development

Introduction

Pharmaceutical instruments are the tools that are used in the development, testing, and production of Pharmaceutical Instruments and other pharmaceutical products. They are important for ensuring the quality and safety of these products.

Some of the most commonly used pharmaceutical instruments include ball mill pharmaceutics, double cone blender, and Fbd fluid bed dryer. Each of these instruments plays a unique role in the Pharmaceutical Instruments development process.

In this blog post, we will take a closer look at each of these instruments and their role in the pharmaceutical industry.

  The Various Pharmaceutical Instruments Used In Pharmaceutical Instruments Development

Pharmaceutical instruments are used throughout the entire pharmaceutical production process. They are used to grind, mix, and dry pharmaceutical ingredients and to conduct tests to ensure the safety and quality of the products produced. Ball mill in pharmaceutics are one of the most commonly used pharmaceutical instruments. They are used to grind, mix, and homogenize several different types of materials for Pharmaceutical Instruments production. They come in different shapes and sizes and can be used for a variety of purposes such as crushing and blending. Double cone blender, sometimes referred to as rotary tumblers, are also very important in the pharmaceutical industry. These instruments are used to combine two or more materials with a particular motion. The motion is designed to ensure that the materials are evenly mixed and homogenized. Fbd fluid bed dryer are also used in the pharmaceutical industry. These instruments use hot air to dry and granulate materials for pharmaceutical production. They are very efficient and allow for the production of a high-quality and uniform product.

 The Role of Pharmaceutical Instruments In Pharmaceutical Instruments Development

The role of pharmaceutical instruments in Pharmaceutical Instruments development is to help ensure the safety, efficacy, and quality of the Pharmaceutical Instruments and products that are produced. Ball mill in pharmaceutics are used to reduce the size of ingredients, which helps to ensure consistency in the production process. Double cone blender are used to ensure that ingredients have been properly mixed and that they are homogenized. This helps to ensure a uniform product with consistent quality. FBD fluid bed dryer are used to dry and granulate the materials for pharmaceutical production. By controlling the temperature, humidity, and airflow, these instruments can ensure that the materials meet all necessary quality standards for the production of Pharmaceutical Instruments and other products.

 What Are The Different Types of Pharmaceutical Instruments?

There are many different types of pharmaceutical instruments that are used in the Pharmaceutical Instruments development process. The most commonly used ones are ball mills, double cone blender, and Fbd fluid bed dryer. Ball mill in pharmaceutics are used to reduce the size of ingredients, which helps to ensure consistency in the production process. Double cone blender are used to ensure that ingredients have been properly mixed and that they are homogenized. Fbd fluid bed dryer are used to dry and granulate the materials for pharmaceutical production.

 How Do Pharmaceutical Instruments Help In Pharmaceutical Instruments Development?

Pharmaceutical instruments help in the Pharmaceutical Instruments development process by ensuring the safety and quality of the Pharmaceutical Instruments and other pharmaceutical products produced. Ball mills help to reduce the size of ingredients and ensure consistency throughout the production process. Double cone blender help to mix and homogenize ingredients which helps to ensure a uniform product with consistent quality. Fbd fluid bed dryer help to dry and granulate the materials for pharmaceutical production by controlling the temperature, humidity, and airflow. This helps to ensure that the product meets all necessary quality standards.

 Conclusion

Pharmaceutical instruments are an essential part of the Pharmaceutical Instruments development process. They are used to grind, mix, homogenize, and dry pharmaceutical ingredients and to conduct tests to ensure the safety and quality of the Pharmaceutical Instruments and products produced. Ball mill in pharmaceutics, double cone blender, and Fbd fluid bed dryer are the most commonly used pharmaceutical instruments. They help to ensure the safety and quality of the products and they are essential for successful Pharmaceutical Instruments development.

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Greenwashing set Canada on fire

On September 22, I'm (virtually) presenting at the DIG Festival in Modena, Italy. On September 27, I'll be at Chevalier's Books in Los Angeles with Brian Merchant for a joint launch for my new book The Internet Con and his new book, Blood in the Machine.

As a teenager growing up in Ontario, I always envied the kids who spent their summers tree planting; they'd come back from the bush in September, insect-chewed and leathery, with new muscle, incredible stories, thousands of dollars, and a glow imparted by the knowledge that they'd made a new forest with their own blistered hands.

I was too unathletic to follow them into the bush, but I spent my summers doing my bit, ringing doorbells for Greenpeace to get my neighbours fired up about the Canadian pulp-and-paper industry, which wasn't merely clear-cutting our old-growth forests – it was also poisoning the Great Lakes system with PCBs, threatening us all.

At the time, I thought of tree-planting as a small victory – sure, our homegrown, rapacious, extractive industry was able to pollute with impunity, but at least the government had reined them in on forests, forcing them to pay my pals to spend their summers replacing the forests they'd fed into their mills.

I was wrong. Last summer's Canadian wildfires blanketed the whole east coast and midwest in choking smoke as millions of trees burned and millions of tons of CO2 were sent into the atmosphere. Those wildfires weren't just an effect of the climate emergency: they were made far worse by all those trees planted by my pals in the eighties and nineties.

Writing in the New York Times, novelist Claire Cameron describes her own teen years working in the bush, planting row after row of black spruces, precisely spaced at six-foot intervals:

https://www.nytimes.com/2023/09/15/opinion/wildfires-treeplanting-timebomb.html

Cameron's summer job was funded by the logging industry, whose self-pegulated, self-assigned "penalty" for clearcutting diverse forests of spruce, pine and aspen was to pay teenagers to create a tree farm, at nine cents per sapling (minus camp costs).

Black spruces are made to burn, filled with flammable sap and equipped with resin-filled cones that rely on fire, only opening and dropping seeds when they're heated. They're so flammable that firefighters call them "gas on a stick."

Cameron and her friends planted under brutal conditions: working long hours in blowlamp heat and dripping wet bulb humidity, amidst clouds of stinging insects, fingers blistered and muscles aching. But when they hit rock bottom and were ready to quit, they'd encourage one another with a rallying cry: "Let's go make a forest!"

Planting neat rows of black spruces was great for the logging industry: the even spacing guaranteed that when the trees matured, they could be easily reaped, with ample space between each near-identical tree for massive shears to operate. But that same monocropped, evenly spaced "forest" was also optimized to burn.

It burned.

The climate emergency's frequent droughts turn black spruces into "something closer to a blowtorch." The "pines in lines" approach to reforesting was an act of sabotage, not remediation. Black spruces are thirsty, and they absorb the water that moss needs to thrive, producing "kindling in the place of fire retardant."

Cameron's column concludes with this heartbreaking line: "Now when I think of that summer, I don’t think that I was planting trees at all. I was planting thousands of blowtorches a day."

The logging industry committed a triple crime. First, they stole our old-growth forests. Next, they (literally) planted a time-bomb across Ontario's north. Finally, they stole the idealism of people who genuinely cared about the environment. They taught a generation that resistance is futile, that anything you do to make a better future is a scam, and you're a sucker for falling for it. They planted nihilism with every tree.

That scam never ended. Today, we're sold carbon offsets, a modern Papal indulgence. We are told that if we pay the finance sector, they can absolve us for our climate sins. Carbon offsets are a scam, a market for lemons. The "offset" you buy might be a generated by a fake charity like the Nature Conservancy, who use well-intentioned donations to buy up wildlife reserves that can't be logged, which are then converted into carbon credits by promising not to log them:

https://pluralistic.net/2020/12/12/fairy-use-tale/#greenwashing

The credit-card company that promises to plant trees every time you use your card? They combine false promises, deceptive advertising, and legal threats against critics to convince you that you're saving the planet by shopping:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/11/17/do-well-do-good-do-nothing/#greenwashing

The carbon offset world is full of scams. The carbon offset that made the thing you bought into a "net zero" product? It might be a forest that already burned:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/03/11/a-market-for-flaming-lemons/#money-for-nothing

The only reason we have carbon offsets is that market cultists have spent forty years convincing us that actual regulation is impossible. In the neoliberal learned helplessness mind-palace, there's no way to simply say, "You may not log old-growth forests." Rather, we have to say, "We will 'align your incentives' by making you replace those forests."

The Climate Ad Project's "Murder Offsets" video deftly punctures this bubble. In it, a detective points his finger at the man who committed the locked-room murder in the isolated mansion. The murderer cheerfully admits that he did it, but produces a "murder offset," which allowed him to pay someone else not to commit a murder, using market-based price-discovery mechanisms to put a dollar-figure on the true worth of a murder, which he duly paid, making his kill absolutely fine:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/04/14/for-sale-green-indulgences/#killer-analogy

What's the alternative to murder offsets/carbon credits? We could ask our expert regulators to decide which carbon intensive activities are necessary and which ones aren't, and ban the unnecessary ones. We could ask those regulators to devise remediation programs that actually work. After all, there are plenty of forests that have already been clearcut, plenty that have burned. It would be nice to know how we can plant new forests there that aren't "thousands of blowtorches."

If that sounds implausible to you, then you've gotten trapped in the neoliberal mind-palace.

The term "regulatory capture" was popularized by far-right Chicago School economists who were promoting "public choice theory." In their telling, regulatory capture is inevitable, because companies will spend whatever it takes to get the government to pass laws making what they do legal, and making competing with them into a crime:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/06/13/public-choice/#ajit-pai-still-terrible

This is true, as far as it goes. Capitalists hate capitalism, and if an "entrepreneur" can make it illegal to compete with him, he will. But while this is a reasonable starting-point, the place that Public Choice Theory weirdos get to next is bonkers. They say that since corporations will always seek to capture their regulators, we should abolish regulators.

They say that it's impossible for good regulations to exist, and therefore the only regulation that is even possible is to let businesses do whatever they want and wait for the invisible hand to sweep away the bad companies. Rather than creating hand-washing rules for restaurant kitchens, we should let restaurateurs decide whether it's economically rational to make us shit ourselves to death. The ones that choose poorly will get bad online reviews and people will "vote with their dollars" for the good restaurants.

And if the online review site decides to sell "reputation management" to restaurants that get bad reviews? Well, soon the public will learn that the review site can't be trusted and they'll take their business elsewhere. No regulation needed! Unleash the innovators! Set the job-creators free!

This is the Ur-nihilism from which all the other nihilism springs. It contends that the regulations we have – the ones that keep our buildings from falling down on our heads, that keep our groceries from poisoning us, that keep our cars from exploding on impact – are either illusory, or perhaps the forgotten art of a lost civilization. Making good regulations is like embalming Pharaohs, something the ancients practiced in mist-shrouded, unrecoverable antiquity – and that may not have happened at all.

Regulation is corruptible, but it need not be corrupt. Regulation, like science, is a process of neutrally adjudicated, adversarial peer-review. In a robust regulatory process, multiple parties respond to a fact-intensive question – "what alloys and other properties make a reinforced steel joist structurally sound?" – with a mix of robust evidence and self-serving bullshit and then proceed to sort the two by pantsing each other, pointing out one another's lies.

The regulator, an independent expert with no conflicts of interest, sorts through the claims and counterclaims and makes a rule, showing their workings and leaving the door open to revisiting the rule based on new evidence or challenges to the evidence presented.

But when an industry becomes concentrated, it becomes unregulatable. 100 small and medium-sized companies will squabble. They'll struggle to come up with a common lie. There will always be defectors in their midst. Their conduct will be legible to external experts, who will be able to spot the self-serving BS.

But let that industry dwindle to a handful of giant companies, let them shrink to a number that will fit around a boardroom table, and they will sit down at a table and agree on a cozy arrangement that fucks us all over to their benefit. They will become so inbred that the only people who understand how they work will be their own insiders, and so top regulators will be drawn from their own number and be hopelessly conflicted.

When the corporate sector takes over, regulatory capture is inevitable. But corporate takeover isn't inevitable. We can – and have, and will again – fight corporate power, with antitrust law, with unions, and with consumer rights groups. Knowing things is possible. It simply requires that we keep the entities that profit by our confusion poor and thus weak.

The thing is, corporations don't always lie about regulations. Take the fight over working encryption, which – once again – the UK government is trying to ban:

https://www.theguardian.com/technology/2023/feb/24/signal-app-warns-it-will-quit-uk-if-law-weakens-end-to-end-encryption

Advocates for criminalising working encryption insist that the claims that this is impossible are the same kind of self-serving nonsense as claims that banning clearcutting of old-growth forests is impossible:

https://twitter.com/JimBethell/status/1699339739042599276

They say that when technologists say, "We can't make an encryption system that keeps bad guys out but lets good guys in," that they are being lazy and unimaginative. "I have faith in you geeks," they said. "Go nerd harder! You'll figure it out."

Google and Apple and Meta say that selectively breakable encryption is impossible. But they also claim that a bunch of eminently possible things are impossible. Apple claims that it's impossible to have a secure device where you get to decide which software you want to use and where publishers aren't deprive of 30 cents on every dollar you spend. Google says it's impossible to search the web without being comprehensively, nonconsensually spied upon from asshole to appetite. Meta insists that it's impossible to have digital social relationship without having your friendships surveilled and commodified.

While they're not lying about encryption, they are lying about these other things, and sorting out the lies from the truth is the job of regulators, but that job is nearly impossible thanks to the fact that everyone who runs a large online service tells the same lies – and the regulators themselves are alumni of the industry's upper eschelons.

Logging companies know a lot about forests. When we ask, "What is the best way to remediate our forests," the companies may well have useful things to say. But those useful things will be mixed with actively harmful lies. The carefully cultivated incompetence of our regulators means that they can't tell the difference.

Conspiratorialism is characterized as a problem of what people believe, but the true roots of conspiracy belief isn't what we believe, it's how we decide what to believe. It's not beliefs, it's epistemology.

Because most of us aren't qualified to sort good reforesting programs from bad ones. And even if we are, we're probably not also well-versed enough in cryptography to sort credible claims about encryption from wishful thinking. And even if we're capable of making that determination, we're not experts in food hygiene or structural engineering.

Daily life in the 21st century means resolving a thousand life-or-death technical questions every day. Our regulators – corrupted by literally out-of-control corporations – are no longer reliable sources of ground truth on these questions. The resulting epistemological chaos is a cancer that gnaws away at our resolve to do anything about it. It is a festering pool where nihilism outbreaks are incubated.

The liberal response to conspiratorialism is mockery. In her new book Doppelganger, Naomi Klein tells of how right-wing surveillance fearmongering about QR-code "vaccine passports" was dismissed with a glib, "Wait until they hear about cellphones!"

https://pluralistic.net/2023/09/05/not-that-naomi/#if-the-naomi-be-klein-youre-doing-just-fine

But as Klein points out, it's not good that our cellphones invade our privacy in the way that right-wing conspiracists thought that vaccine passports might. The nihilism of liberalism – which insists that things can't be changed except through market "solutions" – leads us to despair.

By contrast, leftism – a muscular belief in democratic, publicly run planning and action – offers a tonic to nihilism. We don't have to let logging companies decide whether a forest can be cut, or what should be planted when it is. We can have nice things. The art of finding out what's true or prudent didn't die with the Reagan Revolution (or the discount Canadian version, the Mulroney Malaise). The truth is knowable. Doing stuff is possible. Things don't have to be on fire.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/09/16/murder-offsets/#pulped-and-papered

[perikrone]

The depth of the global textile supply chain that you get into as you get into increasingly obscure fiber arts is so wild.

You can start with knitting, or crochet, and there are *so* many choices for yarn and materials. Indie dyers with unique colorways, weird fibers from heritage breeds, and patterns for hundreds of lifetimes worth of hobby. You can even dive into spinning! Buy weird fiber from hobbyists and conservationists around the world, and spin things that you can't easily get otherwise.. Just those skills are enough to take a lifetime to hone.

But if you go far enough down the rabbit-hole, you're suddenly googling for how to compare thread weights between crochet thread numbers and weaving numbers, and is flax graded differently than cotton? Oh, I can get 20/2 and 60/2 silk all day long, but suddenly if I need 30/2 silk there are just a handful of results and wow I'll never be able to buy this again, is this a random mill in Turkey just selling cone ends??? And before you know it you have a note file with 10,000 Etsy links and Google translated half functioning corporate websites and you're trying to figure out if it's worth it to just see if you can import from this tiny store in Germany that seems to have a reliable source of *close enough* fiber for what you're going for, and why are you even so into *tablet weaving* of all things, why can't we just be knitting endless socks or something like that???

Love it, wouldn't trade it for the world.

[watchmegetobsessed]

FRUITY

A/N: here i am, writing yet another concept that origins from @harrysblackcoat i just couldn't stop thinking about it and had to write it

WORD COUNT: 677

SUMMARY: Italy, Harry, pregnancy cravings and an ice-cream crisis solved by your wonderful husband.

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“Grazie mille.”

Harry nods at the man behind the counter after dropping three times more money into the man’s hand than what the two ice-creams actually cost. 

“Grazie!” the man breathes out with a happy smile, waving after the two of you as you walk out of the tiny ice-cream shop.

It’s a hot day in Italy, your baby blue sundress delicately hugs on your frame, the fabric softly flows over your growing bump. A fan you bought at a souvenir shop the other day hangs from your wrist. You asked for pistachio and vanilla, the melting ice-cream is slowly dripping down the cone in your hand as you keep on walking down the cobbled street. You lick into the vanilla and it instantly pulls a frown from you. 

Why did you even ask for pistachio and vanilla? You’d much rather eat something fruity and refreshing. 

Glancing over at Harry you catch him licking into his own ice-cream, he asked for strawberry and lemon, your mouth waters at the sight of the colorful scoops. The hormones are playing you so badly, have been for the past months, especially since you’ve reached the second trimester. Your emotions tend to be all over the place and practically anything could get you to cry. 

Your lips start to wobble as you look back at your ice-cream. 

“How is it, babe?” Harry asks, oblivious to what just went down in you. Stopping in your tracks, you try to regulate your breathing and stop yourself from crying. Harry notices that you’ve stilled and when he looks at you he instantly realizes that something is wrong. “Hey, what’s wrong? Does something hurt?”

Stepping closer he tries to find what could be wrong, his eyes frantically running up and down your body as his free hand cups your bump.

“No, nothing hurts,” you breathe out, your voice shaking from the tears that are already dwelling in your eyes.

“Then why are you crying, baby?”

“I just… I’m so stupid,” you look at him pouting.

“Why would you say that?”

“I don’t want it,” you finally admit, looking at the melting ice-cream in your hand. “I wish I got something fruity, like you did.”

Harry blinks at you for a short second and then gently takes the cone from your hand, replacing it with his and your heart skips a beat. 

“But it’s yours!” you protest, but Harry just shrugs, his free hand taking yours as he pulls you over to a bench. You’ve been walking around for quite some time, he knows your feet must feel sore by now. He’s right.

“It’s yours now.”

“Are you sure?” you ask with puppy eyes.

“Yeah,” he nods and leaning closer he kisses your lips shortly before licking into his new ice-cream. 

You watch for a second, so thankful for having him, he is always so thoughtful, he just wants you to be happy and he cares about you, putting you above everything all the time. He is such a good man and you know he’ll be the best father.

You sit on the bench, enjoying the break from the walking as you finish the ice-creams and when yours (Harry’s) is gone, you let out a sigh. One single sigh.

Harry stands up and heads back in the direction you came from.

“Where are you going?” you call after him. Stopping, he looks back at you.

“You want more, right?”

“I, uh…” you trail off, ashamed to admit that you do in fact want more.

“Y/N, I know you,” he smiles at you. “Same flavors?”

“Yes please,” you smile at him shyly.

You watch him walk back up the hill and disappear in the tiny ice-cream shop and a few minutes later he emerges with another cone of icy happiness. Arriving back to you he hands you the ice-cream and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Thank you, you’re the best, H!” you let out a pleased sigh.

“Anything for my girls,” he smirks and watches you eat your second ice-cream with a bright, proud smile.

Thank you for reading, please like and reblog if you enjoyed and buy me a coffee if you want to support me!

[lisamarie-vee]

[apomaro-mellow]

Matchmaking Harringtons 1

After a nice, hearty breakfast the Harrington family packed into the car and drove off to the mall for some shopping. They didn't have any set summer plans yet but that could always change. In fact, Steve's parents were formulating some schemes while he busied himself looking through a rack of shorts.

"He could always meet people on a cruise", Diane suggested.

"True, but Steve would need his own suite", Jonas said.

"Well we would've given him one anyway."

"What about a trip to Paris? The most romantic city in the world."

"And get his heart broken by one of those flighty Europeans? I think not", Diane vetoed.

Jonas shrugged. "It's a summer romance."

"There's a difference between a summer romance and a summer fling."

"....There is?"

"And besides, didn't we say we wanted him to get serious with someone?"

"True. A nice fella to settle down with", Jonas said, almost with a dreamy sigh as he thought about his son NOT being in the rumor mill for once.

"I didn't mean that serious", Diane said.

"Well all of this means nothing if we can't find anyone."

"Are you guys still talking about my love life? Which I remind you is none of your business?", Steve asked, chosen shorts in hand.

"Actually, we were talking about our love life", Jonas said before pulling his wife close and kissing her cheek.

It got the desired reaction from their son, a groan as he averted his eyes. After getting a couple of things to spruce up their wardrobe, Steve thought he could break free, but they truly planned to make a day of the trip.

His mom wanted some new sunglasses and his dad spent an inhuman amount of time searching for a new wallet. When he was younger, his parents rewarded his patience with an ice cream cone or something to that effect.

Now that he was older, he preferred other things. But his folks still knew his tells well, so it only took him glancing at the music store before Diane was leading them towards it.

"If we take a road trip, we need something to listen to. Pick something good."

She said this to both her husband and son, but Steve was the one moving, slowly towards a standee in the store.

"Holy...I can't believe it!"

"You like this guy?", Diane asked. The standee was of a man, with what must be their latest music in cassette form.

Steve looked at her like she was living under a rock. "Mom, you don't just 'like' Bon Jovi you...This", he picked up one of the cassette tapes, "Is something to be treasured."

"So you really like him."

"Not just him!", Steve said quickly, his face getting a little pink. "It's a whole band not just one guy."

While Steve was talking to his mother about what was apparently a well-liked music group, Jonas was having a moment of enlightenment. Because he saw the standee and then he saw the cashier. It was like the two of them were cut from the same cloth. Like they had the same mold.

Jonas wasn't crazy about the long hair and ripped jeans, but at least the t-shirt with the store's logo was clean. And he was wearing a nametag too. That showed some level of professionalism. He spent probably a little too long looking at him because the guy looked up as if he could feel eyes on him.

Jonas tried to meet his wife's gaze and bless her, she met his eyes right away. He sort of gave a nod towards the cashier and she looked, her lips widening into a smile as she regarded both the flesh and blood man and the one made out of cardboard. They were both thinking the same thing.

He's perfect.

Moving in sync, Diane kept Steve busy looking at other musical selections while Jonas stepped up to the counter.

"Sooo", Jonas started.

"Sooo, you ready to check out?", the cashier, Eddie said.

"I'm not actually purchasing just yet. But speaking of checking out...", Jonas turned slightly and to turn the attention to his son. "What do you think of him?"

"Umm..."

"He's a handsome fella, right?"

"Iiiis this entrapment?"

"Oh! Oh god no, don't worry, I'm his father."

"That doesn't make this any less awkward", Eddie said.

"Let me explain. My son...We want him to find someone special. And my wife and I think you might be a favorable suitor."

Eddie looked to Steve again, checking him out just a little. "And he's uh, you know, open to being courted? By someone like me?"

"Pretty open", Jonas nodded, keeping his voice low so their conversation remained as private as it could be in such a public place.

Eddie's hands were braced against the counter as he tilted his head and looked at Steve once again and Jonas could tell when someone was interested, even if they played for the other team.

"What the hell, I'll go for it."

"Perfect." Jonas beamed and moved away from the register.

After pretending to peruse for a bit more, Jonas sent Steve with some cash to buy the music they'd all picked out. He put an arm around his wife as they watched him approach Eddie.

"Well? Do I know how to pick 'em or what?"

"You got lucky", Diane said, annoyed but fond. "So, what's he like?"

"....I don't know."

"Jonas!", Diane hissed in a whisper and smacked his shoulder. "You sent our son to go flirt with a stranger and you don't even know what kind of man he is?"

"He looks like Steve's type. And he seemed nice. Has a stable job-"

"You're not a fan of the hair, are you?", Diane clocked her husband.

"It's a little lengthy. Not quite marriage material. But maybe he'll cut it before proposing."

"Who's talking about marriage?"

Jonas gave her a look. "He's a man now. And we said he needs to get serious."

"You'd let your son marry a bad boy?"

"You did", Jonas grinned.

Diane kissed his cheek. "You were barely a miscreant. And you mellowed out in your old age."

Jonas was about to say something back when Steve returned to them, music bought and bagged up.

"So uh, that cashier was somethin' huh?", Jonas said.

"What? Yeah, I guess."

While Steve was walking out of the store, Diane and Jonas shared a worried look. It had looked like he was having a fine talk with Eddie but maybe they had been mistaken. But even if they had miscalculated, they could still course correct.

Part 3

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@tartarusknight

[futbolfatale]

Social media AKA Hell on Earth

Pairings: Rachel Daly X Reader, Millie Bright X Reader, Alessia Russo X Reader, Ella Toone X Reader,

Tags: Pre-Established Poly Relationship, Minor Cyber Bullying, Minor Angst to Fluff

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Instagram could be a cruel place if you knew that and still, it hurts to see people saying negative things about you. You had attended the Germany game the night before like you always did. You would never miss one of your girl's games. But There had been multiple times Less and Toone had gotten mildly distracted by you while they were supposed to be playing.

These trolls posted pictures of you they had deemed attention-seeking and tore you apart in the comments about how you wanted them to lose and that it was all your fault. It's frustrating to see people who have never even played professional football criticize you and your family. “Whatcha Looking at” Rachel startles you out of your phone-induced haze. ‘ just looking at Instagram” you force a smile as Rachel sits down on the couch next to you. “Mills and I were thinking of going out for ice cream if you wanted to join us?” you gladly accept Rachel’s offer and you head out to the car where Mills is already Waiting.

“There are my favorite girls”  She teases as you both load into the car. “Do you know what you are going to get?” Mill Questions as you pull out of the drive. “I Dunno, Maybe Cookie dough ohh or cotton candy. What about you?” It’s Easy For you to settle back into this calm space they've provided for you. “Raspberry I think”-” This is my song Mills turn it up” You laugh as Rachel starts singing along to River Deep, Mountain High “ Sing It with me baby” You roll your eyes but join in on the fun.

After The Ice cream is acquired you decide to walk around the park. It’s just dark enough to be comforting and Weirdly quiet. “Do you guys think It is my fault We lost?” You ask barely loud enough for them to hear. “No one is saying that I will beat them up for you.”Mills stops walking and holds your shoulder in her free hand. “Millie You Can’t Beat up our Fans you would cause an uproar.” Rachel jokes wrapping her free arm around your waist. “Well, the fans Don’t know Anything. It was a hard game and you not Being there would have only made us play worse. We always do better When our lucky charm is in the stands.” You smile softly holding in a couple of tears. “How about We head home and we can watch a movie and have some pasta,” Rach Suggests with a slight smirk on her face. She already knows you will agree it is your favorite way to spend a night in. “Let's do it” You laugh as Mills shoves the last of her ice cream cone in her mouth before picking you up and spinning you in a little circle, almost forcing you to drop your ice cream. “Come on Ladies, we should get home before Toone and Less burn the house to the ground. Rach takes off running towards the car and you can’t hide the smile that takes control of your face as you chase after her.

By the time you get home you're buzzin you've decided on watching Man on Fire. You bounce into the house ready to stealth attack toone and less. Knowing them they are sat on the couch playing FIFA. You slip your shoes off and creep in behind the couch where they are both sat. They don’t even break away from their game as you creep up behind them. “Who is winning?” You ask, throwing your body over the couch and landing on top of them. “Baby girl you scared the piss out me my god” You laugh as they return to their game. Life is good even if the Fans Will never truly understand your world it doesn't matter because you have the people you love.

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||COUNTDOWN ||SEASON 1 EPISODE 12 || LALLYBROCH ||

#83daysofoutlander☆

Broch Tuarach means “the north-facing tower.”

From the side of the mountain above, the broch that gave the small estate its name was no more than another mound of rocks, much like those that lay at the foot of the hills we had been traveling through. We came down through a narrow, rocky gap between two crags, leading the horse between boulders. Then the going was easier, the land sloping more gently down through the fields and scattered cottages, until at last we struck a small winding road that led to the house. It was larger than I had expected; a handsome three-story manor of harled white stone, windows outlined in the natural grey stone, a high slate roof with multiple chimneys, and several smaller whitewashed buildings clustered about it, like chicks about a hen. The old stone broch, situated on a small rise to the rear of the house, rose sixty feet above the ground, cone-topped like a witch’s hat, girdled with three rows of tiny arrow-slits. As we drew near, there was a sudden terrible racket from the direction of the outbuildings, and Donas shied and reared. No horseman, I promptly fell off, landing ignominiously in the dusty road. With an eye for the relative importance of things, Jamie leapt for the plunging horse’s bridle, leaving me to fend for myself. The dogs were almost upon me, baying and growling, by the time I found my feet. To my panicked eyes, there seemed to be at least a dozen of them, all with teeth bared and wicked. There was a shout from Jamie. “Bran! Luke! Sheas!” The dogs skidded to a halt within a few feet of me, confused. They milled, growling uncertainly, until he spoke again. “Sheas, mo maise! Stand, ye wee heathen!” They did, and the largest dog’s tail began gradually to wag, once, and then twice, questioningly. “Claire. Come take the horse. He’ll not let them close, and it’s me they want. Walk slowly; they’ll no harm ye.” He spoke casually, not to alarm either horse or dogs further. I was not so sanguine, but edged carefully toward him. Donas jerked his head and rolled his eyes as I took the bridle, but I was in no mood to put up with tantrums, and I yanked the rein firmly down and grabbed the headstall.

The thick velvet lips writhed back from his teeth, but I jerked harder. I put my face close to the big glaring golden eye and glared back. “Don’t try it!” I warned, “or you’ll end up as dogsmeat, and I won’t lift a hand to save you!” Jamie meanwhile was slowly walking toward the dogs, one hand held out fistlike toward them. What had seemed a large pack was only four dogs: a small brownish rat-terrier, two ruffed and spotted shepherds, and a huge black and tan monster that could have stood in for the Hound of the Baskervilles with no questions asked. This slavering creature stretched out a neck thicker than my waist and sniffed gently at the proffered knuckles. A tail like a ship’s cable beat back and forth with increasing fervor. Then it flung back its enormous head, baying with joy, and leaped on its master, knocking him flat in the road.

“‘In which Odysseus returns from the Trojan War and is recognized by his faithful hound,’ ”

I remarked to Donas, who snorted briefly, giving his opinion either of Homer, or of the undignified display of emotion going on in the roadway. Jamie, laughing, was ruffling the fur and pulling the ears of the dogs, who were all trying to lick his face at once. Finally he beat them back sufficiently to rise, keeping his feet with difficulty against their ecstatic demonstrations. “Well, someone’s glad to see me, at any rate,” he said, grinning, as he patted the beast’s head. “That’s Luke—” he pointed to the terrier, “and Elphin and Mars. Brothers, they are, and bonny sheep-dogs. And this,” he laid an affectionate hand on the enormous black head, which slobbered in appreciation, “is Bran.” “I’ll take your word for it,” I said, cautiously extending a knuckle to be sniffed. “What is he?” “A staghound.” He scratched the pricked ears, quoting“Thus Fingal chose his hounds:Eye like sloe, ear like leaf,Chest like horse, hough like sickleAnd the tail joint far from the head.” “If those are the qualifications, then you’re right,” I said, inspecting Bran. “If his tail joint were any further from his head, you could ride him.” “I used to, when I was small—not Bran, I don’t mean, but his grandfather, Nairn.” He gave the hound a final pat and straightened, gazing toward the house. He took the restive Donas’s bridle and turned him downhill. “In which Odysseus returns to his home, disguised as a beggar,…” he quoted in Greek, having picked up my earlier remark. “And now,” he said, straightening his collar with some grimness, “I suppose it’s time to go and deal with Penelope and her suitors.” When we reached the double doors, the dogs panting at our heels, Jamie hesitated.

“Should we knock?” I asked, a bit nervous. He looked at me in astonishment. “It’s my home,” he said, and pushed the door open.

26THE LAIRD’S RETURN ~ OUTLANDER