#Defence Factory

[danielnelsen]

guys im worried my party doesnt have enough buffs :(

[unamused-kookaburra]

My dad was made redundant at work today and he's been counting down the days to his retirement (he has a countdown on his phone) so he's as happy as can be. My mum was making fun of him for being a bum and he defended himself by showing us all his little qualification certificates saying he could get work again easily and I thought this was the perfect time to ask what his job actually was because I have no idea and can't tell anyone when they ask me

Me: what is your job btw, I've never asked

Dad: you don't know?! nearly 25 years you've been living here and you don't know?!

Me: I know you work in a shed with metal

Dad: yeah I fix shit!

Me: that's what I tell people!

Dad: I am a machinist

Mum: was a machineist

[kropotkindersurprise]

February 18, 2025 - Three Palestine Action activists took over the entrance to Pearson Engineering in Newcastle, an arms factory owned by Israel’s national defence group Rafael, and halted production for the day. [video]

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"No Riots Promised Before Bail Given," Niagara Falls Review. October 16, 1933. Page 2. ---- STRATFORD, Ont., Oct. 18 - (CP) - Andrew Davidson, arrested Thursday at the Farquharson-Gifford plant where a number of furniture strikers and sympathizers pelted tomatoes at strike-breakers, was remanded for eight days today. He is charged under Section 87 of the Criminal Code with being a member of an unlawful assembly.

Crown Attorney J. C. Makins, K. C, consented to ball of $2,000 being allowed on condition there is no more violence in the city. Previously bail had been refused.

Concent, the adjournment was given in view of the inability of defence counsel, E. O. Brown of Toronto, to be present. Mr. Brown has been retained by the Canadian Labor Defence League.

[jcmarchi]

Russia Is Slowly Improving Its Old-School FAB-500 Bomb - Technology Org

New Post has been published on https://thedigitalinsider.com/russia-is-slowly-improving-its-old-school-fab-500-bomb-technology-org/

Russia Is Slowly Improving Its Old-School FAB-500 Bomb - Technology Org

In the olden days aerial bombs were quite simple. A bomber would fly over a target and drop its load – a bunch of bombs would fall out the aircraft’s belly and free fall all the way to the ground where they would explode taking out the target. When the Soviet-era FAB-500 was new in 1954, it worked exactly like that. But it evolved since then and is actually still getting improved.

FAB-500 is a Soviet/Russian air-dropped bomb that weighs 500 kg – you could’ve guessed it from its name. The weight of the explosive material is actually just 300 kg, but it is a devastating bomb. And has been since 1954. In fact, there are two versions of the FAB-500.

The original M-54 was made to be carried in internal bomb bays, while the M-62 is more aerodynamic and is meant to be hung on external hardpoints. The latter one is more common now as the entire concept of the old-fashioned bomber slowly descends into obscurity.

Removal of an unexploded FAB-500 bomb in Zaporizhia region. Failure to detonate is quite common for these bombs. Image credit: State Emergency Service of Ukraine via Wikimedia (CC BY 4.0)

However, the FAB-500s that are currently being used against Ukraine, are not the same ones that were introduced in the 1950’s or the 1960’s.

Russia has converted them to glide bombs. Instead of falling straight down, they glide quite far away from the drop site. This means that Russian aircraft do not have to come into the Ukrainian air defence zone. FAB-500s now glide into Ukrainian territory and are pretty much impossible to shoot down.

Most of the unexploded Russian bombs in Ukraine are collected and detonated somewhere safe. This is the safest and most effective way to get rid of them. And FAB-500s fail to explode quite often, especially if they fall on soft soil. But even if they do explode, their debris is studied thoroughly.

In October of this year, fragments of a FAB-500 bomb were collected near Orikhiv in the Zaporizhia region. The markings on them indicate that this bomb was assembled in 2023. After comparing some of the components with those found earlier (for example, with the 2022 bomb previously found in Bakhmut), Ukrainian and British experts found that the Russians are continuing to improve their FAB-500, as reported by Tech.wp.pl.

There is 300 kg of explosive material in this bomb. Image credit: State Emergency Service of Ukraine via Wikimedia (CC BY 4.0)

For example, the Komet-M navigation module, which is intended for drones, was found in the bomb found in October. The bomb’s electronics are powered by two batteries that also power the aerodynamic control surfaces.

The flight control of the bomb is carried out by the so-called UMPK module – an accessory that turns a dumb bomb into a smart one. The Russians likely drew inspiration from the American JDAM when developing the UMPK.

The British research group Conflict Armament Research found that the Russians increased the range of the bomb by 35-40 km during the latest updates to the FAB-500.

By the way, an interesting fact – it seems that the Russians deliberately removed the identification marks of some electronic components in order to hide their origin. Who can say whether they are trying to mislead the Ukrainians and their Western partners, or whether they don’t want rumours about the use of foreign electronics to spread from factories in Russia itself.

Written by Povilas M.

Sources: Tech.wp.pl, Wikipedia

[udyogadeepa]

ಹೆವಿ ವೆಹಿಕಲ್ಸ್ ಫ್ಯಾಕ್ಟರಿ ನೇಮಕಾತಿ | Heavy Vehicles Factory Recruitment 2023

ಹಲೋ ಸ್ನೇಹಿತರೆ, ಇಂದಿನ ಉದ್ಯೋಗ ಮಾಹಿತಿಗೆ ಎಲ್ಲರಿಗೂ ಸ್ವಾಗತ, ಹೆವಿ ವೆಹಿಕಲ್ಸ್ ಫ್ಯಾಕ್ಟರಿ ಆವಡಿ ಗ್ರಾಜುಯೇಟ್ ಅಪ್ರೆಂಟಿಸ್, ತಂತ್ರಜ್ಞ (ಡಿಪ್ಲೊಮಾ) ಅಪ್ರೆಂಟಿಸ್, ನಾನ್ ಇಂಜಿನಿಯರಿಂಗ್ ಗ್ರಾಜುಯೇಟ್ ಅಪ್ರೆಂಟಿಸ್ ಹುದ್ದೆಯ ನೇಮಕಾತಿಗಾಗಿ ಅಧಿಸೂಚನೆಯನ್ನು ಹೊರಡಿಸಿದೆ, ಈ ಹುದ್ದೆಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಆಸಕ್ತಿ ಹೊಂದಿರುವ ಹಾಗೂ ಈ ನೇಮಕಾತಿಗೆ ಬೇಕಾದ ಎಲ್ಲಾ ಅರ್ಹತೆಗಳನ್ನು ಹೊಂದಿರುವ ಅಭ್ಯರ್ಥಿಗಳು ಅಧಿಸೂಚನೆಯನ್ನು ಸಂಪೂರ್ಣವಾಗಿ ಓದಿ ಅರ್ಜಿಸಲ್ಲಿಸಿ. ಹುದ್ದೆಯ ಹೆಸರು: ಹೆವಿ ವೆಹಿಕಲ್ಸ್…

[cathkaesque]

Relentless direct action has secured another victory in the fight against Israel’s arms trade, as Elbit Systems are forced to sell their ‘Elite KL’ factory in Tamworth.

The company had previously manufactured cooling and power management systems for military vehicles, but was sold on after stating that it faced falling profits and increased security costs resulting from Palestine Action’s efforts. 

After the sale was completed last month, Elite KL’s new owners, listed as Griffin Newco Ltd, confirmed in an email to Palestine Action that they will have nothing to do with the previous owners, Elbit, and have discontinued any arms manufacturing:

“Following the recent acquisition of Elite KL Limited by a UK investment syndicate, the newly appointed board has unanimously agreed to withdraw from all future defence contracts and terminate its association with its former parent company”.

This victory is a direct result of sustained direct action which has sought, throughout Palestine Action’s existence, to make it impossible for Elbit to afford to operate in Britain. Before they sold the enterprise to a private equity syndicate, Elbit had reported that Elite KL operating profits had been slashed by over three-quarters, with Palestine Action responsible: Elbit directly cited the increased expenditure on security they’d been forced to make, and higher supply chain costs they faced.

And these actions did, indeed, cost them. The first action at the site, in November 2020, saw Elite KL’s premises smashed into, the building covered in blood-red paint. Between March and July 2021, the site was put out of action three times by roof-top occupations – drenched red in March 2021, with the factory’s camera systems dismantled, before again being occupied in in May. Another roof-top occupation in July, despite increased security, saw the site forced closed – once again painted blood-red, and with its windows and fixings smashed through.

In February 2022, activists decommissioned the site for weeks – closed off after an occupation that saw over £250,000 of damages caused, the roof tiles removed one-by-one. After this, Elbit erected a security perimeter around the site – but to no avail. One month later, six were arrested after Palestine Action returned to Tamworth – again taking the roof and smashing through, preventing the production of parts for Israel’s military machine.

Elite KL is a ‘specialist thermal management business’. Since the sale, the company focuses on cooling systems for buses and trains, but it had, under Elbit, manufactured these systems for military vehicles. Until December of last year, Elite KL’s website was advertising its military and defence products, and it was known to provide parts for Israel’s deadly Merkava tanks, with export license records demonstrating its provision of ‘ML6a’ components for military ground vehicles to Israel. The company was also known to manufacture crew cooling systems, for the military vests of tank operators.

Elbit Systems itself provides 85% of the drones and land-based military equipment for the Israeli military, along with a wide range of the munitions and armaments currently being used against Gaza’s beseiged population. Its CEO, Bazhalel Machlis, has claimed that the Israeli military has offered the company its thanks for their “crucial” services during the ongoing genocide in Gaza

A Palestine Action spokesperson has stated:

“Each activist who occupied and dismantled Tamworth’s Israeli weapons factory did so in order to bring an end to Israel’s weapons trade, and to end the profiteering from Palestinian repression. Every defeat Elbit faces is a victory for the Palestinian people.

Kicking Elbit out of Tamworth shows once again that direct action is a necessary tactic. It is one which must be utilised and amplified in the face of the Gaza genocide.”

[cheriladycl01]

Summer Fruits - Carlos Sainz x Reader

Plot: Picking berries in a field with Carlos Sainz in the summer in your prettiest sundress.

"Come on Carlos, its such a nice day today!" you say to your boyfriend Carlos who was lazing about on the sofa while you had the wide doors open to the back garden so the warm summer breeze could come through the room.

"I'm just so tired after last weekend though, we should just stay here and cuddle all day" he grins pulling you closer into him as he hugs you tightly.

"Carlosssss please! I wanna go out and do something!" you complain as he smushes your face against his making you grumble before it turns into a laugh.

"See your perfectly content here mi amor, why do we have to leave?" he asks sitting up with you falling onto his lap.

"Because i want to go out to a farm and pick fruit in a cute dress and have a picnic with you and talk about how well you've been doing in Williams and how im so proud of you!" you grin at him, you were beyond proud of him.

"Okay, well maybe we should go get dressed if were going for this ... fruit picking?" he asks with an eyebrow raised.

"Mmmmm i was researching this place where they give you a basket and you can pick as much as you can fill the basket with" you smile and he cocks his head to the side.

"How on earth does that work?" he asks in shock.

"What do you mean?" you frown.

"People could bring in tubs and hoard more if they wanted to, thats no way to run an effective business!" he offers looking horrified at the idea.

"Mmmm well they have a no bags policy so it would be hard to sleep out with a tub yano?" you smile and he thinks for a second.

"If i owened my burger pancake shop i wouldn't run it like that ... with the promise of potentially stolen produce!" he exclaims.

"Oh come on, I'm already dressed so ill make the picnic and then you can get out of ... whatever this current get up is" you suggest looking at his Nike basketball shorts and scrumpled up team top.

"Okay okay, ill wear a nice shirt and shorts hows that?" he asks hands in the air in defence.

"Perfect, off you pop!" you say lightly tapping his cheek as you get off him and smoothly guide into the kitchen your sundress swaying as you do.

"Have i ever told you how beautiful you look in these dresses" he whispers into your ear as he comes up behind you.

"Carlos!! Go get ready!" You giggle as you try to flick him away from opening up the tassle that ties up the top of the dress.

"Fine fine!" he sulks before going up the stairs.

You craft the picnic making little salad and vegetable boxes. Taking cupcakes and cookies from the pantry that you'd baked earlier on in the week when Carlos had been at the Williams Factory with Alex prepping after last race.

You add some juice and champagne just for good measure as Carlos comes running down the stairs looking the the mirror pushing back his hair.

"Ready?" you ask him and he nods taking the basket off you a hand going to your waist as he pulls you in for a kiss.

"Yes, im guessing im driving?" he smiles and you nod, you never liked driving unless it was when Carlos was tired after a long weekend of racing but other than that you remained passenger princess.

You guys drove to the location in his car, this one was perfect for a summers drive, a convertible Audi that just felt right on the roads you were curving round.

The breeze was nice, taking away the impact of the sun for now.

Once you got to the farm, you could see it was pretty busy making you grab Carlos' hand.

"And this is why i like to stay in" he teases and you lightly slap his shoulder.

"Come on, i think we pay and get baskets over there" you grin and pull Carlos along as you walk up to the stand that had a number of wicker baskets and a little old lady behind the counter of the wooden shack handing them out and taking payments.

"Hiya can we just have one basket please?" you ask politely. You pay for the basket despite Carlos arguing that he would and could pay for it, which you knew yet decided to ignore.

You guys walk through seeing some kids running through a corn maze before going straight to the open grass field where loads of other couples and families were gathered with lunches they'd brought with them.

Carlos lays the blanket down, before laying down on his back patting the place next to him.

You guys just cuddle and talk for a little bit watching the fluffy clouds go past and discussing the shapes of each that were of a notable sort.

"Lets eat, im hungry!" you say, sitting up and grabbing the basket and decanting all the food you'd brought.

"Wow you brought a feast!" he grins, going straight in for a carrot stick and houmous. He takes notice of the mini sandwiches excitedly not knowing what to eat next.

"Such a treat mi amor!" he grins and you chuckle.

"Yet YOU complained!" you grin handing him a glass of orange juice mixed with the champagne you'd brought.

"Mmmmm, yeah im glad you convinced me. Its a really nice day!" he claims and you can only laugh agreeing with him. The picnic finishes up once all the foods done and Carlos shakes out the blanket making sure no mud or grass is stuck on the base. He folds it up with your help, which he kept arguing wasn't helpful.

He takes the basket in one hand with the blanket under his arm and your hand in the other as you guys him closer to the open fruit field. You guided him through a row of strawberries showing him what you found and asked him which ones you should choose.

"These look the best colour" he points at some smaller red ones which you grinned at. The smaller ones always taste better and you held it up to him.

"Looks good, but only take the higher up ones yes?" he says and you laugh, finding it funny how serious he looked right now.

"Ohhh look there some blackberries over there! We can get fresh ones for your nutritionist to make you that compote with the oats that you like. She'll be chuffed with that!" you mumble off leaving Carlos to run after you now also holding the fruit picking basket.

"Slow down, mi amor have you even got all the strawberries you'd like?" he asks trying to keep up with you.

"Mmmmm, maybe but we can come back for more if not!" you grin taking a look at the blackberries before pulling a few ripe ones that caught your eye.

"These look perfect don't ya think?" you grin showing him the stem you'd just plucked off.

"Mmmmm as perfect as you" he grins cheesily making you shake youd head, tapping him on the chest as you lean up to kiss him. He kisses back despite the amount he's holding.

"I love you" he sighs with a shake of his head.

"Come on omg they have Raspberries" you cry grabbng his arm once again, leaving Carlos to shake his head.

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[arabian-batboy]

3 British actionists managed to disrupt the production of crucial components for Israel's F-35 fighter jets in Teledyne's weapons factory for an entire year, just 3 people.

You can donate Legal Defence Fund for these brave people (or even join Palestine Action) here: X

[vechter]

okay, so one of the things i want dick to grapple with after giving the cowl back to bruce is— guilt. he chose to protect blüdhaven. he tried to fight the rot from the inside (joining the BPD) and supplement it with vigilantism. but the corruption was so deeply entrenched in the city that it made even him falter (letting blockbuster die). and then he took what he considered as the worst kind of moral failing on his part and used it to set up a line of defence for the city that operated in a more grey area— orchestrating a stalemate that gave blüdhaven thirty-four hours of peace. before it all blew up in his face (literally and metaphorically). and he never went back!

there's an entire comic dedicated to the aftermath of chemo— battle for blüdhaven, where we see the events that lead to captain atom having to blow up the city again. and then it's just a crater! but final crisis shows us that all roads lead to hell— blüdhaven. and here's the kicker: darkseid builds his evil factory in the ruins of the city. darkseid is reborn in turpin's body in the heart of the wreckage of what once used to be blüdhaven. trying to stop darkseid is what kills bruce.

can you image the guilt dick must feel? famously known for blaming himself for things that are completely out of his control, guilt complex the size of a continent... except— this was his city! he failed it and in doing so, he failed bruce!

that part of him that feels he should've been the one to die instead of bruce... exacerbated into self-hatred/guilt/atonement a thousand times more potent because of the blüdhaven of it all:

bruce was tortured there. he hallucinated dick & him as batman & robin in the command-d bunker. are we always gonna be batman and robin? sure, as long as gotham needs us. that bunker in blüdhaven is where bruce makes a singular exception and fires the gun that stops darkseid; bruce dies from the omega beam. do you see my thesis?

[talkdutchtome]

"You're my forever" - Max Verstappen

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It was supposed to be a chill night out with your girlfriends, but when you turned up to the bar in tears; things ended up taking a turn. It only took a few tequila shots to spill what was on your mind to your friends. You and your boyfriend Max had gotten into a huge argument as you were getting ready to go out. You had been planning to introduce him to your parents for weeks now, and thanks to his busy schedule it had taken such a long time to find a date that suited everyone; but you had managed it. You found a date that worked and arranged everything, it was finally going to happen. Until Max informed you that he actually needed to be in the factory that day and therefore wasn’t going to make it.  

As the argument with Max replayed in your mind, you couldn't help but feel the surge of frustration all over again. It hurt, a lot. This was so important to you, and he knew that, you had checked he was free multiple times but he waited until two days before to tell you that he wasn’t going to make it. He had dismissed your feelings, brushing off the significance of meeting your parents as if it were inconsequential. Your patience had worn thin with his constant excuses and last-minute cancellations. The tension between you had been simmering for weeks, and this was just the tipping point. 

In the heat of the argument, harsh words were exchanged, wounds were reopened, and insecurities surfaced. You questioned the commitment of your relationship, wondering if Max truly understood your needs and priorities. Each accusation fuelled the fire of resentment, leaving both of you wounded and emotionally drained. 

But as you recounted the events to your friends, their sympathetic ears and flowing drinks provided a temporary escape from the pain. With each shot of tequila, the sharp edges of your hurt dulled, and the weight of disappointment lifted. Laughter replaced tears as you immersed yourself in the lively atmosphere of the bar, surrounded by the warmth of friendship. 

As the night wore on and the drinks kept flowing, you found yourself sinking deeper into a drunken haze. Your laughter became louder, your movements more unsteady, until you could barely stand on your own two feet. Your friends exchanged concerned glances as they realized you had gone past the point of no return. 

With a collective decision, they reached for their phones, dialling Max's number in a bid to get you home safely. It didn't take long for him to arrive at the bar, concern etched on his face as he scanned the crowded room for you. 

When he finally spotted you, his heart squeezed with a mixture of worry and affection. You were slumped against the bar, your cheeks flushed, and your eyes glazed over. As he approached, you caught sight of him and instinctively turned away, crossing your arms and pouting like a sulking child. 

Max couldn't help but chuckle softly at the sight of you. Despite the circumstances, he couldn't deny how adorable you looked, even in your drunken state. He settled down beside you, gently coaxing you to look at him and assuring you that everything was going to be okay. 

For a while, you remained stubbornly silent, refusing to acknowledge his presence. But as Max persisted, his patient demeanour slowly chipped away at your defences. Eventually, you relented, allowing him to wrap an arm around your shoulders and guide you out of the bar. 

The cool night air hit you like a refreshing wave, momentarily sobering you up as Max led you to his car. Exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster of the evening, you leaned heavily against him, your eyelids drooping with fatigue. As Max settled you into the passenger seat, you couldn't fight the overwhelming urge to rest your head on his shoulder. With a gentle smile, he leaned in to press a tender kiss to your forehead before starting the engine and driving off into the night. 

As the car rolled down the familiar streets towards your home, Max stole glances at you, his heart heavy with concern. He wanted to address the issues that had caused the argument earlier, but seeing your bleary-eyed state, he knew it wasn't the right time. Instead, he focused on getting you back safely. 

Once inside your apartment, Max gently guided you to your bedroom, helping you out of your party clothes and into your cozy pajamas. With practiced care, he wiped away the remnants of makeup from your face, knowing how much you disliked waking up with a face caked in cosmetics. 

As he tucked you into bed, Max couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for the hurt he had caused you. He wished he could turn back time and make things right, but for now, all he could do was ensure you were comfortable and cared for. 

The next morning, you stirred from your slumber, the events of the previous night slowly coming back to you in fragmented memories. As you blinked blearily, your gaze fell upon the glass of water and painkillers sitting on your bedside table. 

A soft smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you realized what Max had done. Despite the unresolved tensions between you, his gesture spoke volumes about his concern for your well-being. With a grateful sigh, you reached for the glass, downing the painkillers in one gulp before sipping the water. 

As you stepped into the kitchen, the comforting aroma of your favorite breakfast filled the air, and your heart swelled with gratitude towards Max. He stood at the stove, flipping pancakes with a focused expression, and you couldn't help but admire the way he effortlessly took care of you. 

"Hey," you greeted softly, offering him a warm smile. 

Max turned towards you, a gentle smile gracing his lips. "Hey there, sleepyhead. How are you feeling this morning?" 

You shrugged, trying to downplay any lingering effects of the previous night's festivities. "Not too bad, actually. Thanks for asking." 

"Good," Max replied, his expression softening with relief. He moved to sit beside you, his hand finding yours as he spoke. "Listen, about last night... I'm really sorry for not prioritizing our relationship. I know meeting your parents was important, and I should've made more of an effort to be there for you." 

You squeezed his hand reassuringly, a wave of understanding washing over you. "It's okay, Max. I appreciate you saying that." 

He sighed, his gaze earnest as he continued. "I've rescheduled my day at the factory so I can make it to the meeting with your parents. And I promise, from now on, I'll make more time for us. I know racing won't last forever, but you... you're my forever. And I need to treat you better" 

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you listened to Max's heartfelt words. Despite the challenges you faced, his unwavering love and commitment never faltered, and you felt a surge of gratitude for having him in your life. 

"I love you, Max," you whispered, your voice choked with emotion. 

"I love you too," he murmured, pulling you into a tender embrace. 

As you melted into his arms, surrounded by the warmth of his love and the promise of a brighter future together, you couldn’t help but be thankful to have somebody who loved you so much in your life 

[roseytoesy]

Safe Space blurbs 1

Kevin is up first but that's also because I’m in a fearplay mood and Kevin loves to play with fear a bit.

The Safehaven had greatly improved since the generator was back up and running, along with the new food supplies and starting a very small garden in the sewers just outside of Safehaven. Of course, with all the good that had happened there were close calls, but with new weapons given to the toys that helped protect the perimeter, and improving the defences of the safehaven itself, many of the toys, and most importantly, Doey was able to relax. Though he had no idea how to use this new free time. So being the amazing person you were, you helped create a schedule, time to play, eat, sleep, etc. 

But most importantly you encouraged Doey to play, to be the kid he wasn’t able to be. But with this encouragement came the oddities of a shapeshifting giant childish being. After an incident of trying to understand doey’s inner workings, you found yourself trapped under the large dough creature, he somewhat melted around you as he realized you were getting crushed, and there you met the 3 heads of the kids that made doey who he was. They were scared and apologetic, and so were you. You gently patted the walls and assured the 3 heads that you were glad to meet them and hope that this strange situation wasn't too upsetting to them.

It was quite the opposite for the boys, getting comforted for the first time in years, along with being so close to such a core part of themselves. It was addictive to say the least. So as the next few days flew by, the most bold of the group came up with an idea for game time. 

Dropping in

It was 3PM factory time, a time for the toys to play, build, color and more. A time to have fun and be carefree and childish. Today doey seemed more excited for games than usual. Gathering all the toys that were up to playing a bigger game, then announcing that today's game was a hide and seek tag with a twist if you get caught. 

You looked at him wondering what he ment but just sent you a wink showing off some sharp red fangs as he chuckled to himself. He then started to count down. Usually you don’t participate but you had a feeling doey was planning something. So you told him to go into the generator room to count so you and the others can have a better chance of hiding without him hearing them. He seemed to roll his eyes before cheerfully agreeing and going into the room, closing the sound proof doors behind him. 

You and the others were given 30 seconds. You decided to use your grabpack to hang from one of the more sturdy pipes on the very high ceiling. 

“Ready or not! Here I come.” his voice sounded cheery then became more gravely and deep. He started off searching the tents, there was one toy who was hiding in one and gave a squeal as they were caught, then placed into the center “field” area of safe haven. Some other toys at the trading post handed the caught toy some crayons and paper. 

You watched as they found more toys, tickling them and tossing them over to the caught area. But you could tell he was looking harder for you. One of the littles in the center pointed at you and you quickly made the shushing signal, but doey had noticed the critter looking up at something then quickly turning away and whistling. 

He looked up and his eyes widened before he smiled. “Found ya!” he now stood under you, his neck at an awkward angle to look up. “Here, drop down. I'll catch you!” he held his arms out making a trampoline in the center for you to land safely. You shrugged then braced yourself to fall, not noticing doey’s trampoline was already gone. 

You closed your eyes and let go of the grab packs triggers. You fell for a few seconds before landing on something soft, your legs sliding into some sort of tunnel before you could even grasp what was going on. You were pulled down more. You open your eyes in confusion and see the colorful blue insides of doey, red sharp teeth just above your head. You reach out on instinct. But the ‘lips’ close around your hand and your struggling form is easily swallowed down. Exaggerated gulps and hums echoing around you as you’re dragged deeper. With a final large gulp you were curled up in his more rounded middle. He patted his belly and let out a belch, you could feel the grab pack be plucked off of you and up with the belch.

Doey lets out a deep chuckle and says "So who's next for the hungry monster?” the other toys scream and run away. He doesn’t give much chase, smiling happily with his catch as he goes into the generator room. Since only you, him, poppy, and kissy are allowed in there, he allowed himself to rest and focus on the sensation of you moving around. 

It was cramped and slimy, like that weird film that covers his body and anything he touches as he squeezes through cracks or other areas. You tried your best to stretch out but were ultimately somewhat curled up, like one would be under a heavy blanket. You could feel him rubbing and patting at you chuckling when you pushed out at his hand. 

“So who’s idea was this one?” you see 3 grey heads appear on the wall facing where Doey’s spine would be, 2 of them, with orange and yellow eyes, looking apologetic while the head with red eyes had a sharp smile to its eyes. Its arms formed out of the dough and wrapped possessively around you, head on your shoulder.

“Since last time we just couldn't get your taste,” “or nice weight!” the yellow one interjected. “out of our heads, so I decided to have some fun with it.” The red head, which you learned to be Kevin, moved from your shoulder to your lap, head moving against your hand before looking away, glaring at the other 2 heads as they smiled at each other. 

You just shake your head, you had a feeling that after the flustered was doey acted after the incident you would be dealing with it eventually, just not so soon. “Alright fine, just don't make this too common of an occurrence, there's still a lot for me to do if we want to make a safe path out of here.” The red one's grip tightened and the other two looked more uncertain at that, but calmed as you pet over them, giving special attention to Kevin as he demanded it or got in the way of the others when you gave them too much for his liking. 

You know you’ll be released in about an hour, as game time wraps up and you need to make some food and get back to work on planning and rearranging things, but for you you let yourself rest inside the squishy gooey confines of your dearest friend.

[kropotkindersurprise]

August 20, 2024 - If you want to help out the activists who have been physically interrupting the flow of weapons to the fascist Israeli state by attacking and occupying arms factories and businesses linked to them, you can donate to Palestine Action's Legal Defence Fund here: https://palestineaction.org/defence-fund/

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"TWO MORE PLANTS AT STRATFORD CLOSE," Toronto Globe. October 17, 1933. Page 12. --- Special Investigator Appointed to Study Strike Situation ---- (Canadian Press Despatch.) Stratford, Oct. 16. - L. J. Salter, Stratford, has been appointed special Investigator to inquire into all phases of the strike situation here, it was announced today by Hon. Dr. J. D. Monteith, Ontario Minister of Labor.

Some time ago Mr. Salter resigned as Secretary-Treasurer of the McLagan Furniture Company here, one of the plants closed through the present strike of 800 furniture workers, and he is familiar with the furniture Industry.

F. M. Gifford, President of the Farquharson-Gifford plant, announced today his plant was closing indefinitely, and the windows of the factory were being boarded tonight. A firm of accountants from Toronto is auditing the books so they may be closed out. James Preston of the Preston-Noelting plant has also announced his plant will be closed Indefinitely.

Thus three of the six plants affected will be closed, Krochlers having reached this decision last week. Negotiations between the Preston- Noelting employers and a committee of employees broke down Sunday, and executives of the firm blamed outside interference for their failure to reach a settlement. As a result of the breaking off of negotiations all offers which had been made to the men by this firm have been withdrawn.

At a meeting of the Preston-Noelting employe held at strike headquarters today, the Chairman of the Preston-Noelting Shop Committee resigned, a member of the committee stated following the meeting.

In a statement issued today, the company claimed terms were accepted Friday night by the Shop Committee, on behalf of the employees, whom the committee had the power to represent. The committee had to report back to the men Saturday night for final approval, the statement continued, and at that meeting "the same interference occurred as when we originally agreed with the Central Committee and Mr. Collins (Fred Collins, union organizer) through Chief of Police Gagen to accept the union and an open shop. At that time Mr. Minster (Isadore Minster. another organizer) stepped in and said very emphatically it must be a closed shop.

"Last week we had made arrangements, and again another outsider came up from Toronto and interfered and refused to accept the proposition which was agreed to by ourselves and our own employees. The fact is the employees cannot do as they desire and the union has no Intention of ever accepting a settlement of the strike."

Davidson on Bail. Stratford, Oct. 16. Andrew Davidson, arrested Thursday at the Farquharson-Gifford plant, where a number of furniture strikers and sympathizers pelted tomatoes at strike- breakers, was remanded for eight days today. He is charged under Section 87 of the Criminal Code with being a member of an unlawful assembly.

Crown Attorney J. C. Makins, K.C., consented to bail of $2,000 being allowed on condition there is no more violence in the city. Previously ball had been refused.

Consent to the adjournment was given in view of the Inability of defense counsel, E. O. Brown, of Toronto, to be present. Mr. Brown has been retained by the Canadian Labor Defense League.

[sayruq]

L3Harris’s factory in Home Farm Business Park, Brighton, will shut its doors when its current deal ends in three years’ time as landlords Paxton say they want to take over the site. It comes after protests from pro-Palestinian groups calling for the site to be shut down over the sale of parts made there for fighter jets used by the Israeli Defence Force. In a statement, a spokesman for Paxton said: “Palestinian solidarity protesters have called on us to take action as the landlords of the building that L3Harris are operating from. “We had already reached out to the protester groups involved to have a conversation with them this week. We feel it is important to share our position with those concerned about the association. “For clarity, there was a pre-existing long-term lease agreement in place with L3Harris when we purchased the property. “This agreement is legally binding and not something we can change. “At the time we purchased, we made it clear to L3Harris that we will not be renewing the agreement when it expires and intend to move into the building for our own needs as soon as possible. “We appreciate the right to peaceful protest and welcome the opportunity for an open discussion with the groups involved.” Paxton said L3Harris's lease on the Home Farm Business Park site ends in 2027. It confirmed it did not plan to renew this lease and would be taking the building over for its own operation.

[ghost-with-a-teacup]

Hi! Just here to say that i loved What's in Between so much and i truly was meltinggg with part II 💕💕💕

I've never requested anything before and I don't rlly know how this works so it's all good if you decide no to write this one, but for the request: is it possible for it to be a hurt/comfort, Miguel x reader with the prompt "Talk to me, please. You need to keep your eyes open. Just a little longer"?

𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞, 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Reader

Summary: It was supposed to be a regular mission on any normal day at Spider Society, but momentary distractions are costly and you may have just paid the ultimate price.

Warnings: Mentions of injury and death, BUT IT GETS SOFT I PROMISE.

“Miguel!” you say, bounding up to him with a pep in your step. He looks down at you with a small smile on his face, but it disappears as Jess glances over at him.

“You know you don’t have to pretend to be stoic all the time, how long have we known each other?” She asks, and he only rolls his eyes.

“This isn’t pretending,” he says to her before turning back to you. “Ready?” he asks.

“Always.”

Today was like any normal day at Spider Society, filled with missions to protect the canon of the multiverse. Albeit a little different, because it wasn’t too often that you were able to go on a mission with Miguel. He typically went on them alone, working best without distractions. But whenever he needed a partner you were his first choice.

With one last glance at each other (and a wink that makes Miguel snort) you both head through the portal.

It never gets tiring, travelling to a different dimension. What’s fascinating is the in-between, swirls of bright oranges, reds and blues all as an interconnected web between all possible universes in the multiverse. You get lost in the view, which is probably why you never realize that at the same time, Miguel gets lost in you.

After a little bit, you both emerge on the other side.

“That never gets old,” you grin at him.

“No…no, it doesn’t,” he says, his eyes trailing over your form for a moment.

“So, what’s the deal with this universe today?” you ask, and Miguel huffs softly.

“You would know if you ever listened to the mission briefings,” he says, giving you a side-eye as you both walk around the abandoned factory.

“Why do I need to listen when you’d just tell me anyway, love?” you ask, and he only sighs.

“Yes, but I shouldn’t have to say it twice, amor,” he mocks and you laugh out loud. Your laughter is contagious because Miguel lets out a chuckle himself before continuing.

“She’s a villain from Earth-17502, her main weapons are wooden spikes that emerge from her back and a pistol. What she lacks in speed she has in brute force, and the spikes can be shot out at 100km per hour, regenerated with hammerspace,” he explains.

“So like…a demented Sonic the Hedgehog?” you snicker.

“What? No, I just said she wasn’t fast,” he says, confused.

“No wait, a demented porcupine,” you say, and he only snorts. “Sure, querida.”

“Ugh, disgusting. Romance,” a disembodied voice interrupts, and the two of you immediately go on the defence. From the shadows emerges said villain in question, a cruel expression on her face as she readies her pistol by her side.

Without warning she begins shooting, but the two of you are fast and in sync, splitting off and slinging away with your webs.

“Look bud, I’m sorry that your love life is sad but don’t take it out on us!” You shout, swinging around with a relaxed look on your face.

She only lets out a growl, continuing to shoot at you to no avail. Behind her, Miguel is making his own advance, but like a triggered trap her spikes shoot out before he can get too close.

“Shit!” he says, leaping out of the way just in time.

“It wouldn’t do you well to sneak up on me, little one,” she laughs cruelly. “Wouldn’t want to get skewered!”

Now it's a game of ‘try to avoid the bullets and the spikes flying in all directions at once’, and it seemed like you were at a stalemate.

“There’s no way to get close to her!” you say frustratedly, leaping from pillar to pillar as you continue to evade her bullets. It seemed her frustration seemed to reach a peak as well as she lets out a shout, unable to hit her marks. You move down to the floor, trying a new approach from the ground.

“We’ll figure it out, we always do,” Miguel reassures, and you let out a little smile.

But in that minuscule second of distraction the villain finds an opening, and before you know it a spike is flying straight for you with no time to evade it.

“NO!!” you hear him shout, but it was already too late. All the while, the villain only laughs in the face of your anguish. The spike impales your side, and for a few breathless moments, you don’t even feel it, as though it was nothing more than a punch to the side, a bit of pressure. The adrenaline pumping through your veins does its job of allowing you to not feel the pain.

But as you stumble slightly, it starts to settle in. All at once the searing hot pain hits you like a train, and you collapse to your knees, unable to hold yourself up anymore.

Every breath you take becomes more difficult than the last as a ringing fills your ears.

In front of you, Miguel fights with a new vigour you had never seen in him before, claws slashing and webs flying. Each action is served with purpose and no restraint on his strength, and the villain can no longer keep up. But before long your vision starts to fail you as well, closing in on your line of sight as you collapse onto your side with a wheeze. What felt like an eternity was in reality only maybe 30 seconds, but you were so, so tired.

Out of the corner of his eye Miguel sees you collapse, and all he sees is red. Before he can realize it his fangs are out, and he bites through the villain’s neck effectively paralyzing them instantly.

Within moments he is by your side, scooping you up into his arms as you blink blearily up at him.

“LYLA, SEND BACKUP NOW,” he shouts, his voice cracking at the end and for once there is no funny banter between the two of them as she does his orders immediately.

You open your mouth, but no words come out. Slowly you feel your eyes begin to close, but he shouts your name.

"Talk to me, please. You need to keep your eyes open, just a little longer,” he begs, clutching you close. You’ve never heard his voice so broken, not even when he told you about his past.

“It-” you gasp. “It hurts so bad, Miguel,” your voice weak with pain.

He looks at you with panic and fear, but most of all a feeling of helplessness.

“Querida, come on. You’re strong, mi vida. Stay with me, alright?” he says, his hand gently brushing your hair back before he scoops you up, carrying you in his arms.

You can’t help but cry out in pain as he does, the spike digging deeper into your side.

“Fuck, fuck,” he says, moving as fast toward the portal Jess had just opened up. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I need to get you to the infirmary, alright? You’ll be okay, you’ll be okay,” he says, trying desperately to believe it himself.

But he doesn’t know anymore. You’ve lost too much blood, the injury too serious.

It throws him back to when he was carrying his daughter like this, frantically running as the world falls apart around him.

But this time it was you. His light, the best to have ever happened to him amongst the infinite possibilities throughout the multiverse, the one person that managed to pull him out of the pit he had fallen into after the destruction of his daughter’s world.

You were his salvation…and he was about to lose you.

“I love you, Miguel,” you say softly, before you let out a violent cough. “In case…in case I’m not here to say it anymore.”

“No, no. Don’t say that. You’ll be able to say it a million more times, alright querida? A million more, and even then it won’t be enough,” he says, but you can’t hear him anymore. You can’t even make out his beautiful face so broken in anguish.

All you can see are the colours of the space between the universes. The oranges, reds and blues.

~

You didn’t think death would be so cold and monotonous. You weren’t exactly sure if you believed in the concept of ‘heaven’ or ‘hell’, the Fields of Elysium were probably closer to what you expected the afterlife to be like. But you definitely didn’t expect it to be so…bland.

It was like an endless void you walked through, no warmth, no ‘light’ to go towards, just you and your thoughts.

Your thoughts.

Miguel.

The guilt hits you like a tidal wave at the fact that you left him alone. Another person was ripped from his grasp by the hands of fate. You couldn’t bear the thought of hurting him, and you did just that by leaving him behind. Even though you promised each other forever on your wedding day, here you were breaking that promise.

You couldn’t find the strength in your legs to continue walking aimlessly anymore. Like that fight in the factory, you fell to your knees, not because of your injury but because of the pain you felt in your heart for hurting the one you loved the most.

You remember his face as he held you in his arms, pleading for you to stay.

He was so warm. He always was.

You missed him.

“Miguel…” you whisper. “I’m sorry for leaving you behind,” you sob.

~

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~

“Don’t leave me, querida,” a voice says, far off in the distance. Your head whips up at the sound, and you look around desperately trying to hear it again.

“Please…please, I can’t. I can’t do this without you,” the voice says, and in an instant you’re back on your feet following the sound.

“You were the best thing to ever happen to me, vida mía. Somehow loving me in spite of my brokenness. I don’t…I don’t know how to live without you by my side.” You’re running toward the voice now, running through the darkness with it as your guide.

“Don’t leave me…” the voice whispers before fading away, leaving you with nothing to follow anymore.

“NO!” you shout, and before you know it your webs are shooting out from your wrists, catching onto something, and then you’re swinging forward into the unknown.

~

Your hearing is the first of your senses to return, the steady beat of the heart rate monitor gratingly irritating after a while. It was ironic considering it was the first to disappear when you first got injured.

Next is your touch. You feel the weight of the hospital blankets, scratchy but warm.

Not as warm as the hand that grasped your own though, holding it tight.

Your sense of smell and taste come back around the same time, the sterile scent of the hospital unfamiliar, your mouth dry.

The last is your sight. Granted it was a bit difficult to see with your eyes closed, but you hadn’t quite found the strength to open them until now.

Blearily you blink as the bright lights temporarily blind you, but your attention isn’t on them for long. Instead, you turn to Miguel who sits staring at you in shock, eyes so wide it was almost comical.

“Hi,” you say softly, and he only blinks once before his forehead is pressed to your thigh, a broken sob escaping his throat. He grasps your hand all the tighter, as though he was never going to let go.

It makes you almost want to cry too, but instead you lift your arm up weakly before running it through his hair the way you knew he loved.

“I thought, I thought I was going to lose you,” he whispers, his face still pressed into your leg. He says it so quietly that you can barely hear him, like if he uttered the words too loudly they would come true.

“I could never leave you, my love,” you say. “I have to say ‘I love you’ a million times before then, remember? Or was it a billion?” He can’t help but chuckle, finally lifting his head up to look at you.

He looked exhausted, his usual dark circles darker than usual, his red eyes bloodshot. But he looked so, so relieved.

“No amount of times could ever be enough, vida mía,” he says before pressing his lips to yours.

You both smile into the kiss of a thousand swirling emotions, a million words left unsaid but you both understood even despite it all.

“Guess I’ll just have to get started then,” you say with a grin as you pull away.

“I love you, Miguel,” you say.

“I love you, querida,” he says in turn.

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A/N: Was thinking of leaving it on a cliffhanger, thought that would be too cruel LMAO. Thank you for reading! And thank you for requesting, anon <3 I had fun with this one hehe