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Use of Galvanized Sheet in Fencing | Fencing Ideas | Tata Shaktee
Can galvanised corrugated sheets be used for cattle fencing? Learn more about the various advantages of using GC sheets for fencing.
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Phasmobros moment
#fence posts#impulsesv#skizzleman#hermitcraft#hermitblr#forgor to post this here </3#everybody say thank you el for the idea <3
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waking up after a night out drinking in a foreign country only to realise that the bed you're in is not your own. no one is beside you. you try to leave but the doors are all locked. the windows won't open. you're trapped. a pretty bird in a cage.
nothing is in the dressers except large, old shirts. the clothes you were wearing when you woke up disappear after you take a shower. no panties. no bra. food shows up on schedule. you never see who leaves it.
they don't answer when you scream. when you bang your fists against the door until they're bloodied. passing out on the floor when the drugs finally kick in. but the mess you make in the daytime is cleaned up. your hands bandaged. disapproval heavy in the air along with the stale scent of tobacco. smoke.
when you're good, you get things. books. magazines. treats. your favourite food. a laptop arrives when you sob yourself to sleep after screaming yourself hoarse about loneliness, and how this isn't right. this isn't okay. it's restricted, of course. you log into Facebook but the moment you try and ask for help, the internet is turned off. you're being watched. monitored closely.
you learn your lesson slowly, giving nothing away to your family and pretending you're enjoying your holiday. being good. quiet.
instead of treats, gifts, recipe books arrive—some pages dogeared. you start making the food. leaving a plate in the fridge. it's gone the next morning. more recipes appear. you make them, too. an expensive chain comes next. a pretty gold necklace for a pretty bird in a golden cage.
(each meal gets you a strange rash on your cheek, jaw the next morning. beard burn, you think, and try not to shudder.)
lingerie comes after. silk, lace. all of it fits perfectly. you try to avoid it. the idea, the implication, is a knife between your ribs, but the next morning, your laptop is missing. the books are gone. food, too. your clothes disappear until all that remains is the lingerie set and a little black box. one you pointedly ignore. throw out with the trash. chew on gum to make the ache in your belly go away until that vanishes too.
your world is narrowed down to hunger. loneliness. isolation—
(in the corner of the rooms, a red light glints in the dark. lonely, but not alone.)
it persists until you relent. give in. another lesson you learn. you wear the set to bed, and try to think nothing of it—
you wake up to something heavy around you. a warm, thick body pressed against your bare spine. coarse chair tickling the skin between your shoulder blades. a burly arm under your neck, elbow bent to wrap a rough hand around your neck. the other slung over your hip, shoved between your thighs. something hard presses into your ass. a bruising pressure. it aches. you stifle a gasp, but with his long, thick fingers wrapped tight around your throat, he feels it.
everything goes still. quiet. just the faint rustle of sheets. the scratch of coarse hair on silk. a breath. you tremble. fight back another gasp when lips press into your crown with a sharp inhale. scenting you. nuzzling into your scalp. warm breath that smalls of malt and honey. woodsy. tobacco.
your eyes adjust slowly to the dark, and fall on a black box left on top of your end table. velvet, you know. you've felt the softness between your fingers when you threw it in the trash with a sob. no escaping it, after all.
the hand between your thighs twitches. when he speaks, it shudders through your spine, makes your hair stand on end. it's a growling purr. the low roar of an old engine. more grit than comfort in the midnight dark.
"jus' close your eyes, love," he rasps, pushing his thick body tighter against you. coiling around you like a big, hungry bear. "an' go back to sleep for me."
and you do.
#heavily implied somno but im on the fence if Price would follow it through so its vague until i make up my mind about it#kisses his little wife goodbye each morning but sometimes gets carried away :T#captain john price x reader#price x reader#john price x reader#im gonna flesh this out because i love this idea tbh but i needed to get this out or id combust
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I had a friend over this week and even though the weather wasn't ideal, we decided we were going to go for a long walk in the surrounding woods with all three llamas. Since Pampelune is the uncontested chief, you just need to halter her and her herd follows wherever she goes. Sometimes we emerged from the woods into a pasture and Pampérigouste started galloping like mad (followed by her daughter & her abandonment issues), but then Pampy would object with some firm hums and the other two returned, chastened.
We'd brought a head of cabbage and we gave her a few leaves every time she successfully used her matriarch authority to re-gather our little group around her, even though she'd do it for free, because it's so nice to be able to go on walks with only one haltered llama and watch the younger ones frolic and explore the world as we go. Pampy seemed happy to walk with us at a steadier pace and to trade freedom for cabbage.
We'd initially planned to stay on my side of the torrent, but after meandering downhill for a long time we unexpectedly found an old bridge I didn't know existed, and it looked very inviting, so we crossed. (Ominous chords.) Then we enthusiastically went up hoping we'd see my house from the opposite hill—and we did, here it is :)
And then we went back into the woods, and got lost. Of course. I really think my friend carries some sort of curse because I don't usually get lost in nature but the last time we went on a great hike we also found ourselves completely disoriented in a featureless snowy plain, trying to glimpse the sun behind clouds and debating whether finding the North would help us in any way.
This time we were quicker to admit we were lost, and I said we could either go uphill, and we'd find the road eventually and the nearest milestone would tell us where we are (or we'd reach a farm on the plateau), or go downhill, and we'd find the stream eventually and cross it and then we'd be in a part of the woods I'd recognise. Probably.
Drawback of going uphill: it's technically the wrong direction, so the way home will be that much longer (and night falls at 5pm)
Drawback of going downhill: we'll have to cross the water at some point. Without a bridge. It would take a miracle to find that bridge again, supposing it was a real bridge and not a fae illusion to lead us astray.
After debating for a bit we decided to go downhill, because we were hopeful that we'd find a shallow spot to cross the stream, and also we feared that at nightfall the llamas might just lie down and decide to spend the night right here, in the woods. It's hard to make a llama get up again once she's decided that enough things happened for today.
The question of whether the llamas would accept to cross a mountain stream with us was left undebated—though we did regret having spent our cabbage too lavishly and too soon.
But we followed a rivulet downhill and Pampe crossed it repeatedly, with merry and graceful mountain goat jumps, which made us feel comforted in our decision.
Then we got to a point where the water became visible, and very noisy, and Pampelune started to feel suspicious. She made worried hums and walked more reluctantly and (having squandered our cabbage) we had to cajole her into compliance.
I love that my friend captured the moment when I crouched down and started straight-up lying to my llama.
Poldine was the last one to realise something was afoot, because she is young and trusting.
Once she did, she also became a bit reluctant (she wanted to go uphill again), and more than once my friend had to open her cloak-like coat in order to look like a bat and persuade Poldine that nothing good was happening in that direction.
We found a spot where the water was pretty shallow and decided to cross. The air temperature was maybe 1°c and the water felt like it was minus twelve so my friend wasn't exactly happy about the series of decisions that had led us to this point. I pointed out that last time in that snowy plain there was this piercing relentless evil wind howling in our ears and making unsettling voice-like sounds when it blew through holes in fences (to help her relativise) and she was like, when did this day go from singing walking songs and watching Pampe gambol in pastures to "at least this time we aren't being driven mad by ghostly wind."
I told her that things that go wrong become the most vivid and fun memories in the long term and we debated this postulate for a bit and I felt like I had successfully distracted her from our plight, until she put her foot in the water and said she wished she were in the metro in Paris right now. In Châtelet even. I said "but in two days you'll be in the Paris metro wishing you were here trying to cross a cold mountain stream with three appalled llamas!" and she said yes. Still, the situation is dire when a Parisian says she would rather be in Châtelet.
Pampe actually followed us quite quickly! I'm pointing this out because I'm always talking about how contrary Pampérigouste is, but she was so great about crossing the stream, even humming to her daughter as if to encourage her. I suppose she was telling Poldine that when they make their final escape and become wild llamas they'll probably have to cross mountain streams now and then.
Poldine panicked a bit once everyone was on the other side of the water except her, and although I'd already wrung out my socks I was psychologically preparing myself to cross the ice-cold water again and go get her—but after walking up and down the other bank desperately looking for an invisible bridge, she resentfully crossed.
Then we went uphill again and eventually found our way to my neighbour's pasture! I immediately recognised the old tree in the middle and I was very happy to see it. My friend was holding Pampy and I had climbed ahead to act as a scout, and I cried out to share my discovery feeling like Vasco de Gama. It was snowing just a tiny bit, and getting darker, and I think everyone (including Pirlouit, languishing alone in his pasture) had started to privately wonder if we were going to spend the night in the woods.
One interesting activity we did when we went home was testing the various objects that live on or near my fireplace to see which ones are heavy and stable enough to hang very wet socks. We tried the wistful wooden shepherd, the porcelain fox, the music box shaped like a pile of books, the vase, and found that the only reliable spots in my living-room to dry your socks are under Sherlock Holmes and under Marie-Antoinette so we agreed on a fair sock-drying rotation. The living-room smelled of wet wool (or wet llama) all evening, but we had a glass of champagne to celebrate the fact that we weren't currently trying to fight hypothermia by curling up between two llamas in some frosty meadow, and we felt pleased with our adventure, all things considered.
We realised a bit late that we had been in such a hurry to go home and warm up we'd neglected to reward our hiking companions, so we very bravely put on new socks and went out in the night to look for the llamas with our phone lights and distribute some muesli. Pirlouit was included in the distribution because he definitely would have crossed the stream with us had he been invited (and told his hay was on the other side.) Also we got a kiss from Poldine so I think she replayed the day's events in her head and came to the conclusion that her mother was, somehow, as always, to blame for all this.
#crawling along#we had to sneak under fences a few times to enter and leave pastures and pampe#was positively scandalised by the idea let me tell you#the other two squeezed through the gaps that we pointed them to without a fuss#while pampe stood on the other side like ''sneak through a fence?? why I never''
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random monarch trio stuff (and 24 is also there yeah)
#the first one is like ok more serious the rest is just lame#id finish the first cause i had fun with the idea but i have enough wips as is and sometimes a rough sketch says more#sorry#i have more but these are the most 'polished' (as much as they can be)#anyway#my art#basslinegrave art#venture bros#monarch a trois#the monarch#dr. mrs. the monarch#henchman 21#henchman 24#cackling at the fence one i think i got that idea like at night and ran to my phone to write the idea in my notes#ok i added one more sketch#idk what posessed me to finish it so fast cause i was working with basically nothing (a shitty phone draft)#(the monarch and 21 one) og has holding up a heart shape with the hands but i changed it to an awkward M inspired by that pose gary did#but i changed it from the thumbs to fingers because it was too anatomically fucked up
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i wanted to practice backgrounds and i just reread @skimmingmilk’s fic chart a course to second chances for the millionth time so there was only one logical conclusion
#the scene on the dock when baby tails sees the boat leaving and then the biplane overhead…..#head in my hands#chapter 2 just makes me so sad#how could you just leave him like that he’s just a babyyyyyyyyyy#sonic just come get your brother now please#also skim you mentioned a while ago that you had an idea of or sonic traveling back in time to cocoa island and hanging out with baby tails#and i need you to know that thats been haunting me ever since#it has been burned into my brain#just the idea of sonic seeing how alone his baby bro was….#ugly sobbing#i’m ruined. the picket fence brothers have ruined me /pos#miles tails prower#art#fan art
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cowboy AU with Steven and Mclooy :33
i love themsmhfjfbllb
#thats not my neighbor#steven rudboys#mclooy rudboys#cowboy#AU#guys i drew mclooys ass so well but the fence just had to be there and block it.. sigh..#also i don't know how to draw horses.. this horse looks like a cow..#this idea had been brewing in my mind for a while hehe
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i think what’s beautiful about buddie is that u get the codependency, brat taming, under-negotiated kink, folding laundry is somehow part of their domestic vanilla dom/sub (but actually not) sex game, and buck is eddies service dog obvs, and also possessive eddie my beloved.
AND you get white picket fence, buck at the PTA meetings trying to out bake the moms passive aggressively bc one them looked at eddie a split second too long, and arguments over the correct order of PEMDAS when helping their kid with 7th grade algebra , and the mortgage and the christmases and chris visiting from college like/ you GET all of it. buddie gives you the spectrum. she HAS the range. it’s beautiful.
#buddie#911 abc#which is crazy bc I normally bristle at the idea that kids and white picket fence equals the final form Complete Relationship hierarchy but#w them it just works
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What if you found out that aliens had set foot on earth, multiple times in fact, but instead of establishing first contact or anything they just made ants steal batteries and coke cans for them. You go outside and find one commanding a small army to take down a chihuahua. That’s pikmin.
#pikmin 4#pikmin#im on the fence about pik4’s new setting. I personally like the lonely feel of the wilderness from the previous games?#but at the same time the urban setting is pretty cute. and the idea of humans just having been alive this whole time is so funny#im thinking it’s probably going to be a ‘theyre long gone but their buildings still remain’ situation but can you IMAGINE??#if they really were still around my god#do the humans know about olimar? the drake crew? the rescue corps??#do the humans know about the pikmin?#do children like to play with pikmin - have them build tiny cities out of twigs and pebbles?#can I gently feed the pikmin bread crumbs. I want to. I want to hold them and love them.#citrussodatalks
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This took me a six rushed hours because this plagued me since last night
#welcome home#welcome home wally#wally darling#welcome home frank#frank frankly#Sorry it ain’t colored because it would’ve have taken MUCH LONGER to make#I love the idea of Frank being absolutely baffled by some shit#Yes I know the houses don’t have doorbells but shhhhh#Also I can’t draw fences so no fence for his bushes#Sorry frank
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Goodness gracious me , I love putting this man in dresses <3
#fence posts#skizzleman#hermitcraft#hermitblr#technically this is based off of Fns for those who care (why skizz has long hair)#so thanks sushi for the idea <3#friday night stabby
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ive never watched h2o just add water but im australian so close enough and i desperately want to know more about death note h2o au. how does light becoming a mermaid make him able to kill people does he just like start grabbing people and drowning them. does L keep coming up with convoluted ways to reveal that light is a mermaid (i would like to know if someone attempts to push him into a pool at some point because i think thats how h2o mermaids work like you. just add water™ and they turn into a mermaid right)
(this ask is referring to my tags on this post)
#i just looked in my notes and found a death note au of that australian mermaid show h2o just add water#in this au light becomes a mermaid and immediately uses his mermaid powers to fucking kill people#and also hes australian#and becuase he's australian hes not called kira#his murders were first noticed on nobby beach (queensland) (australia)#so hes called the ghost of nobby beach#or nobbo for short#because hes australian#does anyone want or need australian mermaid murder death note au called nobbo? why did i write this#when will i finish it
thank you for your interest and everyone else who has shown interest in death nobbo. this is a post about death nobbo, my death note h2o just add water au which takes place in queensland australia
they are Australian and live on the gold coast and light is a uni student who becomes a mermaid. because he is a normal person he realises this is his opportunity to kill people. he also has a pretty, shiny tail.
L is a detective whose attention is drawn to this weird string of drownings in Queensland, Australia. he comes down to investigate.
to answer your actual question:
light drowns people by waiting for them to go surfing or swimming or whatever and then flipping their boards etc and dragging them at top speed into a rip. he holds them down or tangles them up so they can't stick their arms up for lifeguards
L thinks it's sus that all these experienced beachgoers are making mistakes like this and that nobody's managed to call a lifeguard in time. a couple of lifeguards have reported seeing a bit of a commotion where victims are drowning, but get out there too late, and it seems like all of them are physically not able to hold their arms up
here are the rest of my notes in the planning doc and some excerpts:
L doesn't enrol in UQ (is light more of a QUT bitch) but does just like, show up? maybe he gives a talk? i think light is studying law because i want to be self fucking indulgent. so maybe L (via screen) gives a lecture for criminal justice students and starts asking people what they think about the nobbo murders. someone's like so you think it's definitely murder and not just people drowning? L is like you're a beach city. drownings aren't uncommon, but this many drownings from people who are all familiar with the ocean terrain and beach safety makes it very unlikely.
(translator's note: UQ is university of queensland, QUT is queensland university of technology)
He picks light out from the audience because he's already profiled him and they have a discussion
later on L shows up physically at the cafe where light works and asks if he'd like to go swimming. while light is working on how to get out of that one, L goes, oh no, I've forgotten my beach wear. let's go play tennis instead.
lights like internal monologue there's a surf shop next door. light yagami would probably just offer to lend L a rashie or say they can go next door to pick one up. if I take this out, will he thinks I'm suspicious? does he think I'm nobbo? but I can't go swimming or he'll realise the truth.
(translator's note: 'rashie' is aussie slang for 'rash guard' or 'rash shirt' and it's swimwear that is a shirt)
while light is freaking out, L is like, actually there's a mini golf place near mermaid beach I really want to try, so let's go swimming another time. light's like well okay
so they go have a gay game of mini golf. l asks light how mermaid beach got its name and if he thinks mermaids are real. they discuss nobbo.
why did i name him nobbo
misa is light's coworker btw. at some point she also becomes a mermaid and light has to stop her rom exposing them both because she is not very careful
light entered the pool alone so got all three powers - hydrokinesis, cryohydrokinesis and thermocryokinesis
and here's. fuckin, whatever
also the only important line in this au
#death note#asks#death nobbo#thanks for asking about death nobbo my death note australian mermaid au where they are australian#did you guys know before they settled on tennis some of the early ideas for gay contest were golf and fencing#we could have had fencing!#but we also could have had golf. that's why i made them do mini golf#you ever accuse someone of murder while playing mini golf with them? in queensland australia#rookfic#i guess. it's not a fic. i am not finishing this
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*poke poke*
*nudge*
You wanna guerrilla garden some swamp milkweed around a retention pond so bad.
#solarpunk#guerrilla gardening#gardening#guerilla gardening#out of queue#ani rambles#me cataloguing seeds:#bot. interests seed packet: swamp milkweed grows great around ponds!#me: swamp milkweed grows great around ponds.... retention ponds.....?#i don't have the balls to do it rn because all the nearest retention ponds i can think of are like#either by highways or fenced in#but if someone has the courage and ability to do so. this is me giving out the idea.#i am in the 'retention ponds need some fuckin COLOR' camp#BEAUTIFY THAT THANG#i mean. I have so many packets of swamp milkweed seeds its unreal.#hypothetically if i were to obtain some clay.... i already have worm castings.... i just need to be able to make seed bombs....#maybe get a friend to be my accomplice and drive me around as i yeeteth deleteth
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A few of the many fic WIPs I have in the back log excluding TWTR and TATA. Yes, I draw my ideas first before writing them down, haha
#reverse 1999#verneider#vertin x schneider#vertin#schneider#sonetto#tf is the poly ship with those three again? still on the fence about the dynamic with that one#so many ideas and so little time#i constantly swap from one fic to the other and work on them bit by bit#can't sit down and write it all in one go without that heavy brainrot to help#i need to work on TWTR more#my art
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🤺unromantic sparring🤺
bro please teach me to fence bro whoa you’re really good at this bro don’t grab my arm and hold your sword up to my throat while smiling and looking straight into my eyes bro you’re making me nervous bro uh can we ki s s?
#durge x wyll#durgewyll#baldur's gate 3#baldur's gate iii#bg3#Wyll#bg3 wyll#vervaine#my ocs#bg3 ocs#the dark urge#bg3 durge#durge#I hope nobody who actually knows how fencing or swordplay actually sees this#because god knows i did not look at a reference for this#just went into a frenzy foaming at the mouth at the idea of wyll and vervaine homoerotic sparring#my art
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Now that the show is complete, I can say with complete confidence an opinion I've had since the first few episodes:
Out of every live-action Star Wars production that Disney has put out, The Acolyte feels the closest to something that George Lucas might have created. The dialogue, the way scenes are framed, the transitions, the thematic elements, all of it. It's been a wild ride with lots of ups and downs, and fuck I hope we get a season two.
#star wars#the acolyte#the acolyte spoilers#sw the acolyte#leslye headland#george lucas#this show really swung for the fences with some of its ideas#and if that's not george lucas coded then i don't know what is#give me more star wars from leslye headland
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