#Dry Dust Collection Systems

[ardentguilt]

@plaguedocboi

Looked up a few more dangerous Aussie places both water, caves and other places so here’s a selection for perusal should you be interested.

Delta varient cave mount field national park Tasmania -Australia’s deepest cave. Yes it’s named after the covid varient.

Links to previous record holder Niggly Cave and Growling Swallet cave

Nullarbor caves - huge cave system under the desert

Tank cave - mount gambier. Massive underground network of flooded passages around 7010 metres long. At least 1 death

K’gari/fraser island - dingoes on land, feeding ground for young great white sharks, at least 2 species of dangerously toxic jellyfish and deadly riptides with no warning signs of lifeguards. I think it’s the largest sand island too.

Gunnamatta beach - dangerous riptides and large swells ~113 rescues a year

Mount Augustus Western Australia - warnings not to climb between November and February after a series of deaths where climbers literally cooked to death in the Aussie summer heat

Munga-thirri Simpson desert national park - takes on average 4 days to cross by vehicle. Extreme temperatures and winds kick up dust storms. Temperatures are so dangerous the whole area is off limits between 1st December and 15th March during which temps can reach 50+°C

Cahills crossing - a water crossing in the Northern Territory that is considered the most dangerous crossing in Australia due to its high water flow and the abundance of large saltwater crocodiles which have been known to attack people attempting to cross. Generally closed during the wet season as the water volume is far to dangerous the dry season allows for more opportunities to cross. Crossing at the wrong time can overturn vehicles and deaths have been recorded here.

Wittenoom Western Australia - a former mining town build to cater to a large Crocidolite mine. Crocidolite is what we know more commonly as Blue Asbestos and the fibres of this varient are very tiny making it widely considered the most dangerous asbestos varient and was found to be responsible for the most deaths and illnesses relating to asbestos exposure.

The contaminated zone is 50,000 hectares and is the largest contaminated zone in the southern hemisphere.

Mining for asbestos here began around the 1930’s and Wittenoom was established around 1950 to cater to the miners and their families.

The mine was later shut down in 1966 after rising awareness of the toxicity of asbestos though residents still remained.

In 2006 the official status of the town was removed and in 2007 it was removed from official maps and road signs. Again residents still remained. In 2013 the towns closure was finalised though again residents remained and refused to leave.

2015 had 6 residents remaining, 4 remained in 2017, 3 in 2018, 2 in 2021 and as of September 2022 nobody remained.

Even now a century after the closure this area is still massively contaminated and access is forbidden.

I….actually have a mineral specimen of Crocidolite with a bit of Tremolite (white asbestos) from this site but I keep it in a completely sealed display box well out of reach which I NEVER open. Short of finding someone selling off a piece from an old collection you can’t get specimens from this site anymore because nobody’s allowed anywhere near the place.

[luvyurself]

sick and tired

my close call with bronchitis yesterday inspired me to write this LMAO

c/w: she/her pronouns, brief mention of getting eaten, sick fic, we’re thugging it out tho, dogday cuddling us AUGHHHH, pure fluff, he wants us to be healthy :D

(I mentioned Bobby bearhug in here because she’s a cutie pootie 🫶🏼)



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from the time she had spent in this god forsaken factory, she’s endured scrapes, cuts, bruises, bloody noses, and possibly a broken rib or two.

she’d been grateful for the saving graces of the abandoned first aid stations, thankful that some of them still had bandages and disinfected to make sure she didn’t get an infection in any open wound areas.

but, unfortunately, she would forget about the immune system infections that were easy to catch in an abandoned facility such as this.

it started with a sneeze after she awoken from the few twenty minute naps she awarded herself with, which escalated into multiple sneezes throughout her journey.

she docked it to just allergies, this place was infested with dust over the years, it wasn’t that much to worry about.

the gas mask she found to protect herself from the red smoke catnap had made did little to stop her from sneezing. even with the amount of times she dusted it off.

when she decided to save the last remaining smiling critter from his ultimate death from getting eaten from the inside, she was basically running on the little breath she had and adrenaline.

her chest tightened with pain at every breath she took, consisted sneezing turned into dry coughing as she practically stumbled with every step.

after making it out of the elevator escaping the flesh eating toys, she began to walk off the elevator, clammy hands gripping the grabpack as she mumbled to herself about which direction the first aid was.

“angel?” she hummed and turned to the voice, headache starting to form as she shut her eyes to try and soothe it.

dogday wasn’t unaware in the signs of a rising sickness in humans, he would see them all the time when the kids in the playcare acted like nothing was wrong when they were obviously close to collapsing.

and she was no different. he could see her chest quickly rising and falling as she tried to collect her breath, how her legs and hands shook and how chapped her lips were.

she let out a gravely cough, body shaking as she groggily pushed out, “first aids somewhere here…..gotta get you fixed up.” she mumbled, pushing through as she grudgingly walked forward.

he stared at her for a moment, the permanent happy expression on his face seemed to change to a worry smile.

when she first grabbed him off the restraints that held him, he saw that tired and determined look in her eyes that made the empty feeling in his chest spark with something he had not felt for a long time.

the first stumble and second stumble she made almost wanted the dog to just release his grip and let the animals take him to eat, but the dry cough that escaped her lips made his grip tighten around her waist.

even though he thinks he wasted her precious time to save him, he was going to make sure she was going to be make it through this hellhole.

he wasn’t going to lose the person who made him have hope to see another day.

a moment of silence past by before the dirty orange dog let out a dry laugh, “well, angel, if you want to go to the first aid station,” he used his big hand to point to the opposite direction, “then you might want to go that way.”

she blinks owlishly, slowly looking where his hand was pointing and letting it process in her mind.

“…..ohhhh.”

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she slowly placed dogday on the first aid bed, breathing a sigh of relief and nearly collapsed too before she straightened herself up.

“okay….okay….” she swallowed thickly, running a shaky hand through her hair. “there should be a stitching kit here somewhere-“ she coughs in her arm, turning around to rummage through the cabinets hastily.

the orange dog looked down at his lower half, opening to the inside of his body was always something that scared him.

he was grateful she was planning to stitch him up, but with the way she could barely could walk made him worry about hurt herself.

looking back at her, dogday cleared his throat before calling out, “forgive me for staring, angel, but you look a little under the weather.” he spoke with concern lacing his voice.

she let out a ‘huh?’ while she rummages through the dusty cabinets, before sniffling and taking a short breath, “ah it’s probably just-“ she stopped to sneeze, muffling it in her arm.

“just-“ she sniffles, shortly laughing, “a day cold.” she celebrates internally when she saw the sewing kit, turning around to face the giant dog on the bed.

she grabbed a chair and sat down next to the bed, letting out a satisfied sigh as her legs finally rested and began opening up the kit.

she rummaged through the box, “now I don’t call myself a professional stitcher-“ a cough “-I assume it’s going to be easier then stitching up skin, but just let me know if it starts to hurt.”

dogday stares as she fumbles with the needle and thread, whispering a few curses as her fingers seemed to miss the needles hole.

he watches as she paused for a moment, closing her eyes as her breath became shaky and sharp, one of her hands going to her chest to press against it.

her sickness was getting worse, and she seemed to be getting stressed. so he decided to do what the old dogday would had done.

give someone a smile.

it takes a moment for her to compose herself, before clearing her throat and opening her eyes, “okay, okay, I’m alright, I’m going-“ she felt a large hand on her forehead, gently pressing it and a deep hum rumbling out.

she didn’t notice him moving to rest on his side, his face a few inches from hers. she couldn’t tell if it was the embarrassment or the sudden change of body temperature making her face heat up.

a few seconds of analyzing her, before he mumbled something to himself and nodding. he pulled his large hand away from her.

he stared at her when he spoke, “I can’t feel your body temperature, fur making it hard to tell.” he rose both of his hands up wiggling his fingers.

she squints her eyes in confusion, tilting her head as he taps the side of his head, “however, my sharp instincts tell me, and they are never wrong,“ he raises a finger and taps her nose gently, “that you have caught a small bug, angel.” his voice held a calm tone mixed with playfulness.

her nose twitches when he tapped it, making a small shaky smile form on her lips. it didn’t matter how small it was, he took that as a victory in his book. she sighs softly, tapping his hand that rests closed to her on the bed.

“okay, maybe I caught a bug,” she cleared her throat, running a hand through her hair. “but I can’t really afford being sick right now, I’m literally-“ she coughs, giving a short ‘excuse me’ before starting again, “being chased down every corner I turn.”

dogday rests his head on his hand, “you’re more at risk of getting caught now that your sick, you need rest,” he studied her body language carefully, watching as she shook her head.

“no, I need to patch you up,” she holds her chest as she coughs in her arm. “I can stitch up your top half so it won’t be expose, maybe we can find your leg’s somewhere around here.”

he watches as she talks to herself, picking at her lips. he sighs softly, raising to place a hand on her shoulder and seeing her flinch at the touch.

“angel, please, I can wait to be stitched up,” he spoke softly, rubbing her shoulder tentatively. he didn’t want to see her push through her sickness just to fix him up.

“what I don’t want is to see you collapse and hurt yourself,” he pointed at her body language, how her body was basically shaking like a leaf.

his ears twitch as he heard the deep intake of her breathing, before she released it in a soft exhale. she places the stitching kit on the floor, placing her hands on her lap.

“okay, you win.” she could practically see his imaginary tail wagging in satisfaction, making her smile. “I’ll go and lay down-“

she felt two hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her into the surprisingly soft embrace of the mascots chest. she breathed through her nose, and softly sighed at the faint smell of vanilla.

he never lost that scent.

dogday hummed a random song, gently rubbing her tense shoulders. “I’d like to say hugs are the best type of medicine, next to laughter of course.” he felt his chest warm up at the soft laugh from her lips.

“god that’s so corny.” she sniffles, coughing a bit into her fist.

he laughs, tapping his fingers against her, “well, a old friend taught me that, and it always helped me,” he gives his own cough, clearing his throat as he adds on, “I’ll look for some medication for you, but for now-“

he playfully squeezed her, making her laugh more. her laughs were congested, but he didn’t care, he just cared about getting her better, “let the hugs work it’s magic.”

she giggled, wrapping her arms around his plush body and sniffling a bit, mumbling softly, “thank you, dogday.” she blinks wearily, before closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep, her body losing its tension as she inhaled his vanilla scent.

dogday watched as she falls into slumber, his giant hand cradling her back as he nuzzled his face into her hair. “no, thank you, my angel.”

it felt good to give a smile, even in this hellhole, to his angel.

AUGHHHHHHILOVEHIM

[d--t]

I don't want to put anyone in the notes on the print/steal a replacement knob for an oven post on blast but nope. wrong. printer beam attack.

also wrong, but with more qualifiers. Taking a peek at the local hardware store, a low end stove is in the $800s on sale. A good medium-high quality 3D printer is also in the $800s. A cheapshit 3D printer can be had for $200. So you can do the math on that one.

But to discuss a 3D printer paying for itself in home repairs, that's actually pretty easy.

I got a 3D printer for about $800 in 2018. In the last two years, for home repairs, improvements, and quality of life, I've printed about:

30 custom color matched brackets for a lighting system, none of which could be purchased. To approximate it, you'd need to buy all of the pieces and then modify them using sandpaper, primer, and paint and just the materials to modify the pieces would run you about $30 and 2-3 days of work.

Nail guides for installing a pocket door, not a purchasable item

12 fancy shelf brackets for the bathroom closet, $10+ per piece

36 basic shelf brackets for the basement storage racks, $5+ per piece

various glue and cut guides

cover for drier exhaust tube hole

4 brackets for curtain to cover unwanted mirror, can't be bought

6 custom brackets for curtains over main windows, can't be bought

2 windowsill cleats to tie off the curtain pulls, $5+ each

3 bends for the hand rail replacement project, $60+ each

blast gates for dust collection system for power tools in the basement, $30 per gate

30 clips for the gallery hanging system to work with my cheapass frames, the clips that don't work are $2+ a piece

plumbing pieces for the wet/dry vacuum, can't be bought

plumbing pieces for the rain collection system, can't be bought, similar parts $15/piece

various small boxes and organizers, $5-30 piece

tabs to secure forces air register covers to the wall, $0.50/piece but they'd look like shit

and some stuff I'm forgetting

Not counting the things that couldn't be bought, gas to run to the store, shipping costs, or the money my time is worth and using the minimum estimates, that list totals $1017. Estimating the uncountables, I guess that I've gotten upwards of $2000 of value from the printer.

Materials cost, not counting the printer:

about two hours per model (average, some take like 10 minutes) to create the model, total 32 hours. At $20/hr for my time, that's $640.

about two hours per print run (average, some take a few minutes, others take 6 hours).

electricity for the computer to model and the printer to run. Given that heating and cooling and cooking in this house is all electric, I consider this round off to the total costs of operating the house.

filament to feed the printer: three reels at $30/reel (estimated) = $90

That totals about $730 of costs to operate the printer.

Subtracting operating costs from obtained value, I get $1270. So in two years, the printer has well and thoroughly paid for itself and left $400+ in my pocket.

And the convenience of having parts made exactly the way I want them, the first time, with limited modifications, almost zero waste, and almost instantly is truly a lifesaver. I cannot overstate how much better that has made my life. I can start work on something, realize I need a part, and have the part ready to go by the time the work gets to where the part is needed. And I live super close to the store; it would be even more valuable to me if I lived further from the store.

and for funsies I've also printed:

hand wheel for antique sewing machine. If you can buy the parts, it'll run you over $1000.

Spinning wheel. IDK $300-$3000.

cute watering can for my plants. Can't buy it but equivalent would be $30-50.

and more!

I joke about the 3D printer being my most valuable tool but it really is. Many, most even, of my most annoying problems can be solved with it.

[daenysthedreamer101]

TVDU Headcanons

Vampirism - Transition

This is just how I think it would feel

A/N: Sorry if it's kind of long lol hope you enjoy it. No chapter this week, exam season is killing me.

Warning: descriptions of blood, obviously

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If you were (un)lucky enough to die with vampire blood in your system this is how I think it would go

Obviously, if you knew about vampires the whole process would be a lot quicker cause you would know you needed to feed, but let's say you didn't and you were in the same position Caroline was

If you died in the hospital like Care did, you would figure out pretty quickly what it is that you craved

You would wake up in the middle of the night, confused and disoriented; for some reason, you felt...different

A strange hunger was seated deep in your stomach; it was a hunger like you'd never known, all-consuming and distracting

Your throat was dry and itchy. You picked up the glass sitting on your nightstand and you drank the stale water - it did nothing to quench your thirst

The next thing you noticed was an annoying beeping sound; it rang loudly in your ears but you couldn't determine where it was coming from

You then focused your eyes on the beam of moonlight peering through the window - you could see the dust particles floating in the air. You were confused, to say the least (especially if you wore glasses as a human)

You looked at the clock - 3:00 AM

Wanting to see more of the room, you turned on the bedside lamp and regretted it immediately. It felt like the light was stabbing your eyes; you cursed and turned it off

Taking a deep breath, you tried collecting your thoughts but the hunger inside you was the only thing you could think about

Remembering your friend sneaked you some snacks the day before you take them out of your bag and eat them but it does nothing to satisfy your hunger

At this point you start getting frustrated with yourself; you get out of the bed and walk out into the hallway - it's empty

As you take a few more steps you start hearing that beeping again. You follow it and are now in front of another patient's room and peering through the window you realize it's the heart monitor

You're just about to leave when you hear something coming from behind you; thinking quickly, you rush into the nearby restroom. You take a quick look in the mirror - you seem paler than usual and the look in your eyes freaks you out

"I just have to sleep it off and I'll be better in the morning" You thought optimistically

You peek out of the restroom and see that a nurse is walking down the hall and pushing a cart in front of her; she walks into the room you were looking at

Taking this as a chance to flee, you walk out of the restroom and rush past the room. But as you pass the cart you are hit with a smell - sweet and heady, it makes your head spin

You turn back and realize that the smell is coming from the blood bags that are stacked on the cart - before you even realize what you're doing, you grab one of the bags and run back to your room

In the privacy of your room you sit on your bed and examine the bag; you focus your eyes on the way the blood sloshes inside the plastic bag and every time you sniff it, it makes your mouth water

You seemed to be in some kind of trance

You take off the protective cap off the tube; "Just one sip"

Taking hold of the thin tube, you put it in your mouth and experimentally take a sip

As you do, your mouth is filled with the cold liquid and your tongue is flooded with the metallic taste of blood

This seemed to snap you out of your trance and you realize what you just did; you cough and throw the blood bag across the room. You wipe your mouth, disgusted with yourself

You quickly grab the bottle of juice from your bag, trying to wash off the taste of blood. But this only made you gag. It's almost like your body was rejecting normal food/drinks

You were once again hit with the scent and this time it was so overwhelming you could not resist it as every cell in your body urged you to take another sip

You pick the bag up from the ground and start sucking the blood from the bag.

In the morning

A couple of hours later, you wake up once again. You thought sleep would help you feel better, but you were wrong. You thought the hunger would go away during the night but it didn't.

It was around 7:00 AM when the nurse brought you your breakfast. You reluctantly ate it, but food was not what your body craved for

Getting up from your bed, you pick up your bag from the chair nearby; after getting the stuff you need, you put the bag back on the chair

As you push the bag onto the chair, your fingers catch some of the sunlight that was peeking through the window - immediately the tips of your fingers start burning and you hiss in pain as you quickly pull your fingers away

Quickly walking to the sink, you put your fingers under cold water to soothe the pain

"What the hell was that about!?" You think as you rub your hands in frustration

You feel anger bubbling inside you; you look up into the mirror, and the longer you look at yourself the more you notice something being off about your face

Then, to your utter shock and horror, black veins start spreading beneath your eyes and across your cheeks. Your sclerae turn red and you gasp as you take in the change.

Your mouth hangs open in disbelief and then you groan as your gums start aching; it feels like your teeth are trying to break through the skin. But you already have all your teeth. So what is this about?

After a couple of agonizing seconds, you are met with the sight of long, sharp fangs protruding from your mouth.

You take in the monstrous appearance of your face and it finally dawns on you

"Am I...a vampire?"

Taglist: @ashaluuler

[ladynighthaunter]

Kaldor Primus' moon, dark side.

In a long forgotten dry dock, something stirs.

Lights wink onto existence along its length as thousands of years of luna dust shifts and falls away, she was laid to rest here long ago, but now it is time for the behemoth to awaken.

Slowly it rises, thrusters roaring as she pulls away from the moons weak orbit, pushing into open space again as the systems sun strikes her, midnight blue with lightning painted on it in jaggard lines, at its prow a great skull with crimson bat wings, after its long rest, the Night Fall, Galoran class battle ship takes to the sky's again.

Upon its bridge, crew serfs that spent generations training for this day, rushing to their posts and typing away at cogitators as systems sluggishly come back on line, sitting on the command throne is not the Primarch, but one of her trusted captain's, kept in stasis till this day arrived.

Captain Lazeren smirked, her scared face twisting as she looked out the view port at the make shift fleets before them, one belonged to their descendents, the fleet baised chapter of the Astral Scars, the other was made up of a ragtag collection of ships, those that heard the Night Haunters call to return.

Lazeren brought up the hololith, looking over what was arrayed before her, the Astral Scars ships where simple, what she expected, a main battle barge with its own escort fleet.... But the Night Lord ships? They wore their age like badges of honour, their hulls scared from fighting and age... How many of the original crew lived? How many would bow a knee to their Primarch?

She tapped the armrest made for a much larger being and calculated attack vectors, but pushed that away... That was not why the Night Fall had been awaked. Another returned Primarch was to be wed.... And Konrad wanted to make an impression when she showed tomthe wedding.... And what better way to do that than arrive in a flying fortress from the dark age of technology?

Lazeren smiled again, it seemed her lady had developed a flair for the dramatics during her stasis, oh how that peacock Fulgrim would sulk.

[saladmanthemightys]

Chapter 1: Birds

The warm mud hammered under her feet, the foul aroma invading her nostrils as it flicked up against her legs, splattering against her cloak. They weren’t far now, she just had to lose them by the tunnels. Then she would be safe. Their infernal shrieks followed her as she darted left into the small crevice she spotted mashing her body against the rusted metal structure, the dark shadowed creatures darted past with a rush of dust and mud, despite the desperate pleas of her better thinking to stay put and try to blend into the rust, she pushed back out spotting an entrance into the system, cracked into the fair through just across the way  from her. Eventually the figures turned back to her repairing their mistake spreading their great wings blocking out the sun and forcing a great wind towards her forcing her to her knees against the mud and rock. The figures approached as she got to her feet continuing to dash forward. She just… needed… a little…. More… 

Jay awoke to familiar sunbeams breaking through his window the same sunbeams that entered through the same window every morning. A fresh breeze blew through the cracked glass, rattling the wind chimes hanging from the ceiling playing a familiar yet fresh melody. The lovely noise of metal clanging together was enough to coax him to get up. Moving from laying to sitting in his bed with a stretch lead to yet more noise as his extended wings clashed against the various hanging objects in his room, accompanying this racket was the dying of sunlight as it ran through his feathers dying the room a vibrant cornflower blue as the beams travelling through them reflected against the shiny metal of the room, once he was done he pulled back his wings allowing the room to return to an industrial gray as it was before he had done anything. 

Despite his body’s rejection of waking up jay turned his legs dropping off the side of the bed allowing his talons to clack against the metal floorings of his housing, a welcome noise in the metallic sounds of the morning so far. The floor was cold and mildly wet, it must have been raining last night, He thought to himself as he leant forward putting pressure to his feet, and standing, thankfully his head cleared the hanging objects from his roof, it paid to be short. 

 Trotting over to the other side of his room avoiding the collection of items strewn across the floor, jay looked in the polished section of metal in the wall that functioned as a mirror, and so he started his morning routine first on the list; beak cleaning, a task so menial that it doesn’t deserve description much like the other tasks in his morning routine, put on trousers, eating his breakfast, drinking his water, opening his windows and opening the door to the outside world. 

Stepping outside Jay experienced the fresh pleasures of early summer, fresh grass soft and bouncy underneath his bare feet, a welcome difference from the metal floors of his house. A spring in his step he walked towards the small vegetable patch at the base of his garden, kneeling down in the dirt to have a pick for his lunch. The looming sun cast a shadow onto his house, he had been lucky to find it Jays house was made of an ancient structure stuck in the side of a mound of dirt atop a Cliff, on the far reaches of CiCipu towns borders, he had stumbled upon it when he was first truly alone saving him in his darkest moment. the structure itself seemed nothing more than a metal tube lodged in a mound of thick mud and inside seemed ever more dreary full of rounded shapes and hanging items. But it was somewhere safe to shelter, So he bit the bullet and slept the night. However as the morning dawned and the sounds of life began to resurface, it was one of the most magical experiences of his life, the delicate chiming of metal as it blew in the breeze sunbeams breaking through the windows caked with mud to wipe dry his teary face, although he had since normalised these feelings they were what allowed him for the first time in a long time to realise that he could be happy. Since that fateful night the structure has been filled to the brim with personality and his own treasures allowing him to live as safely as he believed he could.  

Back at the vegetable garden, jay had spotted a fresh looking collection of beets, and he had figured out what he would have for lunch, beetroot soup, delicious. But before Jay could make the move to pick the delicate roots, a short squat man knocked politely on the gate, opening it to allow himself entry. Recognising the man easily Jay stood up to welcome mayor Vanjoy to his house as he did most mornings. Looking over at him before they spoke Jay noted his formal black trousers, tightly fitted to his large waist, he can’t have flown here, he must have walked.  

Vanjoy approached still not have said a word, Jay easily peering over his head, if he was short, mayor Vanjoy was a goblin, however this shortness did not only give him a great view of the sunrise but also the graying feathers on top of his head a feature he hadn’t noticed before, he must have been out of feather dye. Quietly Vanjoy and Jay stood tolerating the awkward silence until Jay thankfully broke it, “Can I help you?”, it was unalike Vanjoy to be quiet but Jay preferred it when he was so wasn’t too excited to break it, “Oh, um. Yes, mr Corviday you could actually.” The squat man straightened his posture patting down the feathers on his side until he reached a bag on his side sighing slightly as his hand clacked against something hard. “I have something for you actually, that’s what I came for today, to give it to you I mean, the thing I have for you.” He reached into the bag he had pat down pulling out a large, black, flat disc and held it out to Jay like an offering. “It was on sale at the guild hall! But nobody was interested in it, they were just going to trash it but I was able to convince them to give it to me, with my natural charm of course, and they gave it to me for a great deal, only 600 Avis, a fantastic deal considering the condition, and…” he droned on, Jay tuned him out more focused on the disc itself, it was a perfect specimen, and so delicate. the small bumps perfectly preserved within slowly spiralling rings to form a shape that looked intoxicating to his collectors eyes, in the centre of it all there was a perfect ancient language an echo of the world that came before, the delicate curved letters a stark difference to mimikri but before he could continue staring, Vanjoy spoke up “… And so I was wondering Jay, do you want it at all I’ll give it to you for nothing at all, and it would be all yours?” Jay was drawn back to reality. His only response was to nod in very quick succession, and he gently took it from his hands, smiling at the squat man. “Jay I’m sorry it took so long to get it to you, I just simply had zero time at all, I didn’t expect it to be such a busy week, and I didn’t want it to break on a flight here so I had to walk it over, and who knows by now they might even have the next expeditions stuff in by now, I know they just got back, if we hurry we could get you to be first in line perhaps, but first a cup of tea if you wouldn’t mind?”  

Overwhelmed Jay took a moment to process everything the man had spoke at him, slowly walking back across the fresh grass, he could hear the squat man squelching it behind him. Squeaking the door slowly opened in the wind before he could get there allowing him to enter and place the disc on the side before he could get anything else done. “Nice place as always Jay, I’m just going to move some stuff so I can sit down” Jay had given up daily protests to this recently knowing it would get nowhere instead letting the mayor clumsily move the items he put on the sofa.  

Opening the tin where the tea was kept he discovered he had nothing in it but air, and the mayor didn’t exactly like hot water, he would have to say they were out. “Um mr Vanjoy..” 

“Please just Vanjoy, mr Vanjoy is what they call me in the office” 

“ Um Vanjoy we are out of tea” expecting a scolding he put the lid back onto the tea tin putting it back to the side. 

“That’s quite alright lad I’ll just get some back in town, no issue”  

A pleasant surprise, but now as he found there was no real reason to stay in Jays house. 

“Well then lad shall we?” The mayor stood from his chair, walking to the door for Jay to follow, and so he did locking the door behind him and walking into the summer morning, past the safe gates of his house and into the woods.  

“Well lad isn’t this a nice day you got the bugs and the squirrels, the fresh morning air flowing through your hair and all that business you know this reminds me of a story. once when I was a lad…” Jay once more let the old man’s squeaks of a story fade into the background blending with the truly serene forest that he much preferred, a gentle chirping of small animals above clearly told him the squirrels were out to play, a gentle crack in the distance from a stag parading in evasion of the great beasts that lurk, and an older gentleman telling a story from his youth. However one noise stood out from among the rest, a heavy flap of wings, looking up showed the source; a magpie patrol quickly flapping back towards cicipu town, Jay was enamoured by these great dark figures and flapped up leaving Vanjoy alone in the woods. 

“Oh um see you later too Jay?” The mayor stopped for a second, seeing if Jay would return but the streak of blue left behind in the sky showed the truth, sighing he began the long walk back home.  

(I wrote this myself any criticism is welcome and I would appreciate tips and improvement suggestions :) )

[epistrefei]

do you ever feel like your humility holds you back? / rosie...

"Humility?" Artemis smiles, blindingly so, at the sorceress. It is clear she finds humor in it—Zahrosa's dry tone while deadpanning the question. Still, Artemis straightens, preening like a peacock. "Yes, I am very modest, am I not?" She muses out loud—keep in mind this is a Goddess at the heart of it all. Clearly the most well-versed in humility of everyone.

The smile softens into something subdued, silver eyes dragging away and over to the horizon. For a moment, Artemis is silent. She reaches and flattens her hand to the dirt and the earth. All around them she can feel the signs of life stirring—her true home, her domain, the wild life and the plants.

"Humanity," Artemis says, "Yes. I feel that my growing sense of humanity holds me back." She looks to the silhouette of birds soaring overhead. How free they were—unencumbered by a limited worldview, a limited knowledge of what truly went on.

Her fingers skitter over the dirt, black collecting on the pads as dust sticks to them until she finds the beginning of Zahrosa's black hand. Artemis does not lift her palm to cover Zahrosa's. She just touches the tips of their fingers together, letting them lay flat side by side. Then Zahrosa, too, can feel how the earth responds to Artemis's body like an extension of her nervous system. Stirrings, fresh air, paw prints—

"Without it, though, I do not think that this would have happened." This. Them. The family that they were going to be. Artemis looks up to Zahrosa. "Perhaps some things are worth sacrificing for."

[stygia-n]

do they have a driving license, wether it's for a car or bikes?

which chore is the one they dread doing the most?

do they snore, talk and/or move a lot while sleeping?

do they have a proper meals everyday, or do they tend to skip or get just a snack for lunch/dinner?

mundane headcanons // accepting

do they have a driving license, whether it's for a car or bikes?

Idia is indeed able to drive, especially the technomantic vehicles that are commonplace in the Isle of Woe. It would be kind of sad if he didn't. In fact, he was zooming around in one of those Chariots well before he was allowed to, and got in a lot of trouble with his parents for it...

which chore is the one they dread doing the most?

Ugh, just name it, he probably hates it. Cooking? What a pain. If only there was a kind of cookpot where all he had to do was load it up with different ingredients and push a button so it could instantly cook whatever dish you selected, maybe then he would eat more kinds of foods It's so inefficient otherwise. Laundry? Just throw all his clothes into the washing machine so it can clean it for you and then dry it for you. All that's left is organising and folding them which is also troublesome but since there's no way around it, Idia has no choice but to do it. Cleaning his room? Having to reach into tiny corners to dust them off and bending down to reach under the bed and desks is such a hassle! Just automate it so that he has more time to do other more important things that don't make his back hurt. He doesn't mind if he has to dust off his display collection though. Ortho thankfully takes over sometimes when he forgot or was too preoccupied with something else. Idia has a whole system for how he organises his room, and it would be a shame if someone were to clean it up without respecting that fact...

do they snore, talk and/or move a lot while sleeping?

If someone asked Idia, he'd say "How should I know? Why do you want to know anyway? That's creepy..." But unbeknownst to himself, Idia does sleep talk sometimes, and it would be morbidly embarrassing if anyone were to hear the things he said because of his dreams. Idia doesn't move an inch when he's asleep though, so it's easy to tell when he's faking it.

do they have proper meals every day, or do they tend to skip or get just a snack for lunch/dinner?

Idia lives off of snacks, and occasionally a "proper" meal but only when he's forced to. If only he could just eat a calorie block that contains all the energy and nutrients he needs for the day, he would, since he doesn't care much for the flavour of food.

[sneakers-posts]

The Ultimate Guide to Sneaker Collecting: Tips and Tricks

In the world of fashion and footwear, sneaker collecting has emerged as a thriving subculture. From classic trainers to limited-edition releases, sneakers have evolved from athletic gear to coveted collectibles. Whether you're a seasoned collector or just starting out, this ultimate guide will provide you with valuable tips and tricks to elevate your sneaker collection game.

Start with Research

Before diving headfirst into sneaker collecting, take the time to research the history and culture behind different sneaker brands and styles. Familiarize yourself with iconic releases, collaborations, and trends that have shaped the sneaker landscape. Follow sneaker blogs, forums, and social media accounts to stay updated on the latest releases and insider information.

Define Your Style

Sneaker collecting is a personal journey that reflects your unique taste and style. Determine what types of sneakers resonate with you, whether it's classic retro styles, modern running shoes, or trendy women's sneakers. Consider factors such as color, silhouette, and brand affinity to curate a collection that speaks to your individual preferences.

Quality Over Quantity

When building your sneaker collection, prioritize quality over quantity. Instead of amassing a large number of sneakers, focus on acquiring timeless pieces and limited-edition releases that hold both aesthetic and sentimental value. Invest in well-crafted sneakers made from premium materials, as they tend to withstand the test of time and retain their resale value.

Stay Organized

As your sneaker collection grows, staying organized becomes crucial for easy access and maintenance. Consider investing in storage solutions such as shoe racks, display cases, or clear plastic boxes to keep your sneakers neatly organized and protected from dust and damage. Create a catalog or inventory system to track your collection, including details such as brand, model, colorway, and condition.

Cultivate Connections

Networking within the sneaker community can open doors to exclusive releases, collaborations, and insider knowledge. Attend sneaker conventions, trade shows, and local meetups to connect with fellow collectors, enthusiasts, and industry insiders. Engage in online communities and forums to share your passion for sneakers, exchange information, and discover new opportunities.

Embrace Collaborations

Collaborations between sneaker brands, designers, artists, and celebrities have become a driving force in the sneaker industry. Keep an eye out for limited-edition collaborations that fuse fashion, art, and culture into unique sneaker releases. Collaborations often feature innovative designs, premium materials, and storytelling elements that add value and intrigue to your collection.

Know Your Market

Understanding the resale market is essential for navigating the world of sneaker collecting, especially when hunting for rare or sought-after releases. Research resale platforms such as StockX, GOAT, and eBay to gauge market prices, demand trends, and authentication guidelines. Exercise caution when purchasing sneakers from third-party sellers and always verify authenticity to avoid counterfeit products.

Preserve and Protect

Proper care and maintenance are essential for preserving the condition and value of your sneaker collection. Store your sneakers in a cool, dry environment away from direct sunlight and moisture to prevent yellowing, discoloration, and deterioration. Clean your sneakers regularly using gentle cleaning solutions and avoid harsh chemicals or abrasive cleaning methods.

Enjoy the Journey

Above all, remember that sneaker collecting is a journey meant to be enjoyed. Whether you're hunting for rare grails, showcasing your collection on social media, or simply admiring your favorite pairs, savor the experience and passion that comes with being a sneaker collector. Embrace the thrill of the chase, the excitement of discovery, and the sense of community that unites sneaker enthusiasts worldwide.

In conclusion, sneaker collecting is more than just acquiring footwear; it's a lifestyle, a passion, and a form of self-expression. By following these tips and tricks, you can elevate your sneaker collection to new heights and become a discerning connoisseur in the world of footwear. So lace up those black sneakers or women's trainers and embark on your journey to sneaker greatness.

[intechbulks]

The Vital Role of Dust Collector Manufacturers in Keeping Our Air Clean

Dust may seem like an insignificant nuisance, but it's anything but. Microscopic particles can wreak havoc on our health, environment, and industrial processes. Fortunately, unsung heroes stand sentinel against this silent threat: dust collector manufacturers. These companies play a crucial role in safeguarding our air quality, and Intech Bulk Handling Systems Pvt. Ltd., a leading chain conveyor manufacturers in India, stands out as a prime example.

Invisible Hazards, Tangible Impact:

Dust exposure poses significant health risks, triggering respiratory problems like asthma and allergies. In industrial settings, it can also compromise product quality, damage equipment, and even escalate fire hazards. Dust collectors combat these issues by capturing and filtering dust particles, ensuring cleaner air for workplaces and communities.

How Dust Collectors Work:

These unsung heroes come in various configurations, each suited to specific applications. Common mechanisms include:

Cyclones: Utilizing centrifugal force, they separate heavier dust particles from air.

Bag filters: Air passes through fabric bags, trapping dust while clean air exits.

Cartridge filters: Similar to bag filters, but with pleated cartridges offering higher efficiency.

Wet scrubbers: Water sprays capture dust, often ideal for sticky or hazardous materials.

Intech's Contribution to Cleaner Air:

Intech Bulk Handling Systems, while specializing in chain conveyors, also recognizes the importance of dust control. They offer a range of dust collection systems tailored to various industries, including:

Cement: High-efficiency bag filters capture fine dust particles, protecting workers and the environment.

Pharmaceuticals: Dust-free environments are crucial for product purity. Intech's systems ensure compliance with strict regulations.

Food processing: Preventing dust contamination safeguards product quality and consumer health. Intech provides solutions for both dry and wet ingredients.

Beyond Individual Companies:

The efforts of dust collector manufacturers reach far and wide. They contribute to:

Improved public health: By reducing dust exposure, they help prevent respiratory illnesses and promote overall well-being.

Environmental protection: Dust collectors control air pollution, contributing to cleaner air and mitigating climate change effects.

Enhanced industrial efficiency: Cleaner work environments and protected equipment lead to improved productivity and reduced maintenance costs.

Conclusion:

Dust collector manufacturers may not grab the headlines, but their work is essential for our health, environment, and industrial well-being. Companies like Intech Bulk Handling Systems, with their commitment to innovative solutions, exemplify the critical role this industry plays in keeping our air clean. As we strive for a healthier and more sustainable future, appreciating and supporting these silent guardians of clean air becomes ever more important.

[scifimagpie]

first lines meme!

The delightful @omokers tagged me, so I'm going to oblige with as many lines from my published works as I can. I put the first set in chronological order for the sake of ease.

And the Stars Will Sing - book 1 of The Meaning Wars. This short, friendly novella tells the story of a young wormhole engineer's first foray into deep space, clashes with her coworkers - and the escalating danger that descends on the ship.

Dear Sarah, So, I find myself preparing for my first job, and I should be excited, but I'm really just dithering. I hope you don't mind if I ramble at you.

2. The Stolen: Two Short Stories - book 2 of The Meaning Wars; this features a collection of short stories (though the old edition had only two) set through different periods of the Human Conglomerate, including one from before it all went wrong. The opening comes from "The Fields," the first story in the (now multi-story) collection.

It was a dry spring - that was one of my last memories before the reformatory. As I recall it now, it plays like one of the old films from the beginning of Earth cinema. Dry yellow-green fields, dusty roads whirring past.

3. The Meaning Wars - book 3 of the same series; this is a soft reboot that picks up a little while after book 2's ending. Crystal and Sarah finally catch up after a few years apart!

Crystal wiped her mouth and straightened. Space-sick again. It was one of the things she hated about small craft like these.

4. Poe's Outlaws - book 4 of The Meaning Wars, and the beach episode book.

As he leaned against Paulo's side, trying to get a good hold on his arms, Toby's face was turning red. Paulo twisted away, writhing with more agility than she expected from such a large man.

5. A Jade's Trick - book 5 of The Meaning Wars, the last one in the series; this sees Sarah, Crystal, Toby, Paulo, and Patience bring the fight against the Human Conglomerate back to the Solar System.

"We have a problem," said Paulo grimly, leaning against the ladder-side wall up to his loft bed. His glowing irises stood out sharply from his ceramic white sclera, but there was nothing unnatural about the scowl he was giving all of them.

6. The Underlighters - book 1 of the Nightmare Cycle, is told through journal entries written by Janelle, a scrappy young electrician living in Underlighter City - a bastion of civilization after the fall of the mysterious Dust killed much of humanity and forced the survivors deep underground. Janelle is starting to see things, and if that wasn't bad enough, her relationship with her girlfriend is on the rocks. And then the children start going missing...

The conversation went like this. "You seem tired, kiddo. And...uh, what happened to your shirt?" "Uh...I killed a dragon on my way home from work."

7. After the Garden - book 1 of the Memory Bearers Saga. Set in the same world as The Underlighters, though quite a bit later, this features the adventures of Ember - a young woman who's erased her own memory and left her secretive home village to search for the truth of her mysterious memories. Fortunately, she runs into some people like her along the way. Unfortunately, she also runs into a vicious cult that hunts those same people - Memory Bearers, individuals gifted (or cursed) with fragmented recollections of people from The Time Before the world broke.

The girl paused on the hill, shading her eyes from the sun. It had been a long journey, and she was getting tired of it - especially with the sun blazing down. Too exposed.

8. Bad Things That Happen to Girls - this standalone novella is a dive into literary fiction, featuring the disintegration of a family, fairy tale themes, and a queer awakening.

The day my sister fell in love was a gorgeous, sunny Tuesday afternoon in March. We were sitting on the roof of the shed behind our house when she told me about what had happened in school that day.

I'm not sure if there's a theme, but I'm tagging @pinkchaosart @dyrewrites @ventela1 @the-chiefster @jpohlmanwriting @the-chaotic-writer @careful-fear @thechaoscryptid and @palebdot anyway!

[somediyprojects]

DIY Peg Wall by Christine Wisnieski:

When I moved into my studio fifteen months ago, I knew I wanted to create a feature wall near the entryway that felt curated, functional and peppered with color. It’s a place where I’d greet clients and a space to display my work and objects I’ve collected. While I would have loved to contract a carpenter to build out a drop-dead shelving system like this, it was simply not in my budget. So, out of necessity, I came up with a solution that was pocketbook friendly, doable with limited tools and offered flexibility.

The solution was inspired by the old pegboard system we were tasked with climbing in grade school physical education class, except this one would not require climbing. We used wood dowels and double-sided screws to create the pegs. The shelves we picked up at the local hardware store. Filled with some art and a few of my favorite objects, this project made a big step forward in shaping up our entryway. Not to mention, it created a perfect spot to drop your coat on your way in! To see more of the studio space, stop by my Instagram feed and say hello. –Christine Wisnieski

Here’s what you’ll need:

For Planning -stud finder -tape measure -level

For Shelf System

-1″ diameter hardwood dowel rods (cut into 7 1/2″ pegs) -shelves (four 8″ x 36″, one 8″ x 48″) -5/16″ x 2 1/2″ dowel screws (1 per peg)

General Supplies

-drill -saw -sandpaper -vice -pliers -drop-cloth -all-purpose paint brush -white paint (we used leftover latex paint from our walls) *lathe

Steps:

Determine your shelving plan

First, sketch out your shelving plan. My wall is 12′ tall x 14 1/2′ wide and features 24 pegs. Pegs are spaced 24″ horizontally (2′ in from the adjacent walls) and 20″ apart vertically (starting 4′ from the floor). For extra support, I placed pegs on studs.

Measure out design

Following your plan, use pencil, stud finder, tape measure and level to grid out your peg positions onto the wall. I found a laser level to be a helpful tool.

Trim down dowels

Using a saw, trim dowels into pegs 7 1/2″ long (…or ask the folks at your local hardware store to assist you with this). Sand any rough edges left from cutting.

Prep pegs

Next, drill a 1 1/4″ hole into the center of each peg to hold screw. The most accurate way to do this is by using a wood lathe. If that’s not an option, simply find the center of the 1″ dowel, secure rod in vice and drill a 1 1/4″ deep hole. Once holes are drilled, insert screw into dowel using pliers.

Paint pegs

Wipe each peg with a damp towel to remove any dust. Using an all-purpose brush, paint all sides white. Tip: For drying, we found it easiest to tie each peg up using a piece of string and hang from an extra dowel.

Install shelf system

Next, drill holes into marked wall to hold pegs. Once drilled, screw pegs into position by hand and arrange shelves into desired configuration.

Style

There are endless configuration options–objects can be placed on shelves, hung from shelves and shelves can even be stacked.

[hairstyleforteen]

What is the best room temperature for COPD?

The ideal air temperature and humidity level for COPD patients are 70 degrees and 40%, respectively.The mixture keeps airways relaxed, which lowers the likelihood of symptoms. Source The lungs and airways are affected by the chronic and progressive respiratory condition known as chronic obstructive pulmonary disease (COPD). A person's everyday life may be greatly impacted by this ailment, which frequently results in breathing problems, coughing, wheezing, and shortness of breath. It can be difficult for people with COPD to breathe in some environments, especially when the air is excessively hot, cold, dry, or humid.The ideal environmental conditions for COPD patients, according to medical professionals, are those with an air temperature of about 70 degrees Fahrenheit and a humidity level of 40%. The airways are kept open and relaxed by the combination of warmth and humidity, which lowers the likelihood of symptoms. The body tends to work harder to regulate its internal temperature when the air is excessively hot or cold, which can narrow the airways and produce COPD symptoms. On the other side, when the air is overly humid, breathing can be challenging since it requires more effort on the part of the lungs to get oxygen out of the air.Maintaining a comfortable indoor temperature and humidity level can be challenging, especially during extreme weather conditions. However, there are several ways COPD sufferers can create an environment that is conducive to their respiratory health. One way is to use a humidifier or dehumidifier to regulate indoor humidity levels. A humidifier can add moisture to dry air, while a dehumidifier can remove excess moisture from humid air. Another way is to install an air conditioning system that can maintain a consistent indoor temperature throughout the year.COPD patients should manage the temperature and humidity indoors and stay away from environmental irritants including smoking, dust, and pollution. These irritants can exacerbate the breathing difficulties caused by COPD. Additionally, it's critical to periodically clean carpets, draperies, and other surfaces that might collect dust and allergens in order to maintain appropriate indoor air quality.In conclusion, providing COPD patients with the ideal atmosphere can greatly enhance their quality of life. COPD sufferers can lessen the likelihood of symptoms and breathe better by maintaining a reasonable interior temperature and humidity level, avoiding environmental allergens, and keeping indoor air clean. Read the full article

[fennwox]

Actual thing I did

Concept: A magic system where you use magic nail ink to scribe spells on your nails, with each finger being a different spell

Fucked Up Concept: There are people who collect the fingers of mages to turn their nail spells into one-shot spells by drying them and then using specialized gun-like devices, where after the finger turns to bone and dust.

the most important question you can ask yourself when designing a magic system in fiction is "wouldn't it be fucked up if this happened"

[capious]

Asphalt Batch Mix Plant in Saudi Arabia

Capious Roadtech Pvt. Ltd. is a Manufacturer and Exporter of Asphalt Batch Mix Plant in Saudi Arabia. Our Manufacturing Unit is in Ahmedabad, Gujarat, India. The primary function of an asphalt batch mix plant is to produce Hot Mix Asphalt (HMA) by mixing aggregates and bitumen. You can use single-sized aggregates or blend various grades/sizes, adding mineral fillers for better mix quality. Asphalt cement (bitumen) can be cutback asphalt, manufactured folios, or emulsion. Types of Asphalt Plants: Batch Mix Plant Continuous Mix Plant Asphalt Batch Mix Plant Process: Feeding Cold Aggregates: The plant loads cold aggregates and filler materials via cold feed bins. Drying and Heating Aggregates: The drying drum heats the aggregates to remove moisture. Transferring Aggregates to Hot Bins: A bucket elevator moves the dried aggregates to the hot bins. Hot Aggregates Screening: Aggregates pass through a screening unit to remove oversized particles. Mixing Aggregates: The mixing unit mixes screened aggregates with bitumen and fillers using a pug mill or twin-shaft mixer. Bitumen and Filler Weighing: Bitumen and filler materials are precisely weighed before mixing. Bitumen Storage and Transfer Tanks: Specialized tanks store and heat bitumen to maintain its proper viscosity. Filler Storage: The system stores filler materials in silos and adds them in precise quantities. Pollution Control: The system manages dust collection through bag filters to comply with environmental regulations. Control Panel Monitoring: A central control panel controls and monitors the entire process. FAQS: What are the common operations of an asphalt mixing plant? The common operations include feeding cold aggregates, heating and drying them, screening, mixing with bitumen and filler, weighing the materials, pollution control, and monitoring the process through a control panel. What is an asphalt batching plant? An asphalt batching plant is an industrial facility that produces hot mix asphalt by combining cold aggregates, bitumen, and filler materials in precise proportions for road construction. What are the common types of asphalt mixers? Common mixers in asphalt plants include pug mills and twin-shaft mixers. These mixers ensure thorough blending of aggregates, bitumen, and fillers for a homogeneous asphalt mixture. Capious Roadtech Pvt. Ltd. is a Manufacturer and Exporter of Asphalt Batch Mix Plant in Saudi Arabia including Riyadh, Jeddah, Mecca, Medina, Ad Dammām, Tabūk, Al Hufūf, Al Qaţīf, Al Ḩillah, Aţ Ţā’if, Al Jubayl, Buraydah, Ḩafr al Bāţin, Yanbu, Ḩā’il, Abhā, Sakākā, Al Qurayyāt, Jāzān, Najrān, Al Wajh, Arar, Al Bāḩah, Tathlīth. Feel free to contact us if you have any more information or questions. View Product: Click Here Read the full article