#Honeycomb Sandwich

[amrv-5]

rereading a chapter and taking notes for potential podficcing purposes and my fucking god???

[eurobond-acp-panels]

Exploring the Versatility: The Benefits of Aluminum Honeycomb Panels Across Industries

Innovation in construction materials has paved the way for revolutionary solutions in architecture, transportation, and various industrial sectors. One such advancement is the utilization of aluminum honeycomb panels. These lightweight yet sturdy structures offer a multitude of benefits across diverse applications, ranging from aerospace to interior design. In this blog, we delve into the advantages of aluminum honeycomb panels and their widespread applications in different sectors.

Lightweight Construction:

Aluminum honeycomb panels consist of a honeycomb core sandwiched between aluminum sheets. This design imparts exceptional strength while maintaining a lightweight profile. Compared to solid aluminum or steel structures, aluminum honeycomb panels offer significant weight savings, making them ideal for applications where weight reduction is critical. Industries such as aerospace, automotive, and marine benefit from this lightweight construction, enhancing fuel efficiency, maneuverability, and overall performance.

High Strength-to-Weight Ratio:

Despite their lightweight nature, aluminum honeycomb panels boast remarkable strength-to-weight ratios. The honeycomb core design distributes stress evenly across the panel, resulting in exceptional structural integrity. This characteristic makes them suitable for load-bearing applications in construction, such as building facades, cladding systems, and roofing. Additionally, their high strength-to-weight ratio allows for longer spans and greater design flexibility, reducing the need for additional support structures and simplifying installation.

Superior Thermal and Acoustic Insulation:

The honeycomb core structure of aluminum honeycomb panels acts as a barrier to heat transfer and sound transmission. This inherent thermal and acoustic insulation property makes them valuable in various sectors, including construction, transportation, and industrial applications. In buildings, aluminum honeycomb panels contribute to energy efficiency by minimizing heat loss or gain, thus reducing HVAC loads and operating costs. Similarly, in transportation vehicles, such as trains and buses, they provide a quieter and more comfortable interior environment for passengers.

Exceptional Flatness and Stability:

Aluminum honeycomb panels exhibit excellent flatness and dimensional stability, ensuring uniformity and consistency in their appearance and performance. This characteristic is particularly advantageous in architectural applications, where aesthetics play a crucial role. Whether used as exterior cladding, interior partitions, or decorative elements, these panels maintain their shape and surface quality over time, enhancing the visual appeal and longevity of structures.

Corrosion Resistance and Durability:

Aluminum is inherently resistant to corrosion, making aluminum honeycomb panels highly durable and long-lasting, even in harsh environmental conditions. This corrosion resistance makes them suitable for outdoor applications, such as building exteriors, signage, and marine vessels. Additionally, aluminum honeycomb panels are impervious to moisture, mold, and rot, further extending their lifespan and minimizing maintenance requirements.

Eco-Friendly and Recyclable:

As sustainability becomes a primary concern across industries, aluminum honeycomb panels offer an eco-friendly solution. Aluminum is fully recyclable, and the manufacturing process for honeycomb panels consumes less energy compared to other construction materials. Furthermore, the lightweight nature of these panels reduces transportation-related carbon emissions during installation and transportation, contributing to overall environmental conservation efforts.

Conclusion:

Aluminum honeycomb panels have emerged as a versatile and innovative construction material with numerous benefits across various sectors. From aerospace and automotive industries to architecture and interior design, their lightweight construction, high strength-to-weight ratio, thermal and acoustic insulation properties, and durability make them indispensable. As advancements in materials science continue, aluminum honeycomb panels are poised to play an increasingly prominent role in shaping the future of construction and industrial applications.

[captainadamwat]

Aluminium honeycomb sandwich panel are a type of composite material used in construction and manufacturing. They consist of two thin sheets of aluminum, bonded to a lightweight honeycomb core made of aluminum or other materials.

[violentdevotion]

i love your actimel fridge posting keep it up

:D thank you !!!! Its more full than usual right now because the other day i went shop and got some and today my brother went to get groceries and my mum told him to get me some actimel while he was there so for at least the next 2 weeks i should be good on actimel !!!!

[megharesearch]

The latest report on the Worldwide Honeycomb Sandwich Material Market Report is the more professional in-depth of this Industry is providers the status and forecast, categorizes, market size (value & volume) by type, application, region and Forecast 2023 - 2030.

[thedevilrisen]

Late night drives.

Welcome to the beginning of my short little blurb series! Authorial Note: First person is Quinn Hughes! Enjoy!

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Nothing felt more euphoric than holding your boyfriend's hand, half-sitting, half-standing on the seat of the convertible car he rented and peeking over the top of the windshield. Hair flying every which way as you breathed in the salt air, moonlight reflecting in glistening stars off of the windswept water. Gentle waves lapped at the peer and boats pulled on their moorings causing the wood to creak under the weight.

"Sit down, love!" Quinn laughed, eyes flicking over towards you briefly before landing back on the road. Making sure to stay on his side of the double white line.

You sat back in your seat, the straining seatbelt relaxing and finding it's place back against your chest, the soft skin-warmed leather sticking to your skin. "This is my favourite date ever Quinny!"

He turned to you, his honeycomb eyes sparkling, his love dancing in the irises. Bringing your hand to his mouth as his eyes glanced back to watch the road, the black tar winding into the dense forest as the ocean gave way to rocky shoals.

"Check in the back." He leaned ever closer and partly yelled over the wind, hand leaving yours as he allowed you the room to check behind the seats where he had sowed a small picnic basket, filled to the brim with goodies and sweets alike.

Pulling it over and delving into the brown woven basket, the red cloth cradling the mini sandwiches and sweet little cupcakes and cookies. Lollies and chocolates stored in a little plastic tub. You pulled out a handful of gummies, in particular chocolate covered raspberries.

The chocolatey sweetness, exploding in a burst on your tongue. You looked over and a smile graced Quinn's lips, he opened his mouth. "Give me one!"

You reached over and placed one on his tongue, the milk chocolate melting under the heat of your fingers. Quinn grabbed your hand and and licked the melted chocolate from the crevices of the pad of your thumb and index finger.

You giggle as he worked your hand over throughly before splattering kiss all over the back of it. Together laughing as you polished off the snacks and cans of drink he packed.

Driving under the stars, hand in hand nothing but the love tinted haze enveloping the two of you as the back of the red convertible disappeared into the musky, green forest.

Love between you two people, secrets held only by the wind whistling through the trees and the person beside you. You wanted it to stay that way forever.

And forever it did.

[kingofthe-egirls]

PRINCESS: LUFFY x Y/N

art by the loveliest @zwhoreo

part 1

for @missmugiwara

(cw: kissing, first time, sex, reader is an artist, she has pink hair, i reference her nipples as strawberries bc mine are pink and that’s the word i wanted to use)

(a/n: romance actually)

Songs: “Hotel” by Claire Rosinkranz

words: 2.1k

- luffy loves the term “sweetheart” to describe his love interests

- relationships are sparse and shortlived, before falling in love with y/n

- (beach house part 2)

- luffy’s in love with his princesses:

- (also sorta a beastgirl fetish like he loves cute ears/tail)

- shirahoshi, camie, marguerite, uta, rebecca

- (he’s attracted to fairy princess style hair, sometimes pink, and also mermaids)

- his romantic storyline (for my specific interest):

- first crush was uta

- first kiss was camie

- first relationship/sexual experience was marguerite

- (timeskip shenanigans)

- shirahoshi is a special sweetheart

- sexual dip besides himself, he’s still nursing his own wounded heart (poor senchou)

- sees y/n!!!

- he sees you and starts crushing pretty much immediately, you send butterflies through his center and he’s smiling a lot more since you started adventuring with his crew

- romantic inspirations

- he’s still sorta scared to start something new, so he’s slow and shy at first (shy!luffy supremacy)

- he’s so heart-led it’s super important for him to see that you’re sexually attracted to him as well as romantically in love with him, that’s special

- he’s in love with you

- sees hearts around your face whenever you smile at him

- does everything he can to see your smile

- you make him smile, too

****

Blue shutters, white trim. Your beach house stands squat and adorable at the top of the small sandy cliff face. White clouds scatter across the horizon, sat low and steamy in the twilight purple. Mauve, you’d say.

If you were to draw it with your colored pencils, you’d mix rose pink with soft, pastel purple. Plus a hint of dusty blue and saturated orange.

Luffy stops, a few steps behind. He reaches up an arm to softly touch the back of your hand; he traces soft fingertips over your knuckles.

“S’pretty, isn’t it?”

He asks, his warmth seeping into you as he surrounds your hand in his.

“Setting suns are my favorite thing to draw,” you say, smiling, “Except for you, of course.”

Luffy smiles, sliding his fingers between yours. He’s seen your sketchbooks, all filled up with drawings of him. His fights, his forms, his smiling face.

He sees how you see him.

He likes how you see him.

You see how he sees you, too.

Someone kind, someone special. Someone he wants to listen to, to learn from. To sandwich between the bones of his ribcage and keep you safe behind his sternum.

So he does.

Luffy squeezes your hand, before tugging you closer to his body. He presses you against his chest, sun soaked and so warm. His hand stays in yours, stroking your knuckles like a fairytale prince. His other cradles the back of your head.

He strokes slender fingers over your hair. Lifting up on tiptoes, he lets you press your lips against his. He tastes like sunshine: all warm and amber like honeycomb straight from the smoked-out beehive.

“S’okay if I call you sweetheart?”

He strokes his thumb over your knuckles, before bringing them up to his plush lips. He skims them across your sensitive skin, looking up at you from under dark lashes. You squirm in place, upset and excited and all sorts of things that make you want to stuff him in your mouth and never let go. So you hum an appreciative mhmm! Before smashing your lips together again.

Luffy snickers into your mouth, before sweeping you off your feet. He carries you bridal style up the rest of the stairs and into your waiting beachside cottage.

****

Luffy slides into bed beside you, fresh and clean after his shower. You’ve already toweled off and slipped under the covers, all shiny and new after sand scrubbed your skin and the shower washed your body clean. Your hair lays wet and messy on the pillow.

Luffy’s wearing red shorts and nothing else. He radiates heat throughout the covers as soon as he makes contact with the bed.

“Hi,” he whispers as you curl instinctively into him. He’s so warm.

“Hi, captain,” you whisper back, lips moving against his collarbone. He runs a hand over your head, smoothing down your wet tangles.

“Kiss me?”

He asks, raspy, so you lift your head to press your lips against his. He smells like the bar of green soap you keep in the shower. He smells like home. You sigh into his lips, and with a small sound, he parts them.

Luffy’s tongue is warm and slick, sliding against your bottom lip as he curiously explores your mouth. His other arm wraps around you, pulling your weight fully on top of him. His hardness pokes your thigh, and you gasp. Luffy pulls back a bit, sheepish.

“S’okay?” He asks, rubbing his hands over your back. You’re in a soft, faded t-shirt and pajama shorts. You’re not wearing underwear, and from the feel of his cock, neither is he.

“Yes, it’s okay,” you say, stuffing your face into the crook of his neck. He’s always made you feel safe, and now that you know he wants you—it’s all so surprising and fun and scary, too.

Chemical reactions flare through your system: all of Luffy’s smells and sounds and pheromones mixing together in a magenta-scented cocktail that dizzies your brain and blurs your vision.

Luffy scratches your scalp. His fingers are calloused and strong, as his sugar-soft lips plant a sweet kiss to your forehead. He hums, a little melody you’ve heard him sing to himself as he sits on the ship’s figurehead. It’s his little happy song.

“What didja wanna do tonight?” You ask, propping your chin on your hands. You blink up at your captain, from where you’re resting on his chest. He squiggles under you, smiling and flushed.

“I dunno! Sleep?”

You smile, in spite of yourself.

“Sleep is good,” you agree, before drumming your fingers against his sternum. “Is it okay if we do something else, besides sleep?”

Luffy nods eagerly.

He sits up, cradling you in his arms so now you’re sidesaddle on his lap. He kisses you, hard.

“Luffy!” You gasp in between sliding, hot kisses. He growls, low in his throat, before tearing your t-shirt off over your head. He pauses, searching your face for discomfort. But all he finds is a hot flush and a slight nod, before your hands are on his cheeks and you’re stuffing your own tongue down his throat.

“Mmph!” He groans in surprise, before popping off your lips in order to bend his head down. Captain Luffy sucks your nipple into his mouth, muttering something that sounds like “strawberry” under his breath. It stings, but it’s nice.

His tongue feels like heaven.

Luffy moans as he slobbers over your tits, suddenly manic as he tastes your skin like this for the first time. He’s practically vibrating as he holds you, and you gasp as steam starts to roll off his skin in waves.

“Luffy!”

“Sorry, hah,” he rasps, laving his tongue in between your breasts. He circles the tip around your other nipple, giggling slightly as you shiver. “Second gear…,” he mumbles, thunking his forehead into your chest. “Ya don’t mind, do ya sweetheart?” He stares up at you with big, sparkly eyes that make you go all dumb inside.

You shake your head, melted, as he snickers and starts peppering white-hot kisses into your skin. His body is all pink now, steam wafting off of him and enveloping you in a hot cloud.

He wraps his arms around you tighter, switching you around so now your back is pressed against his sweaty chest. He massages your tits in calloused hands, his chin on your shoulder as his cock throbs hard against your ass. He groans, thumbing your nipples between rough fingerpads.

“D’ya like it from behind, kitty cat?”

His voice is a puff of hot, steamy air that whisks the hair around your ear. A thrill runs through you, noradrenaline and lust clouding your senses. You have nothing else to offer him but a short nod and a strangled moan. He’s got you wrapped around his rubber finger.

****

Luffy takes you from behind, sitting you on his lap and sliding his cock inside. You’re on your knees, face flushed and chest heaving with ragged pants. You turn your head to the side, pink waves of mussed-up hair falling over one shoulder. You caress the side of Luffy’s face.

“S-so good, sweetheart,” you moan, feeling the weight of him inside you.

Luffy sinks his teeth into your shoulder, his hands holding your waist as he slides you up and down his cock. The quilt scratches under your knees, and you can barely make out the shapes of framed pictures on the opposite wall. It smells like sweat in here.

You’ve never had sex before.

It’s—weird.

It stings, and—

it’s soft, and

it’s hard too

and Luffy’s breath is everything,

to you.

He pants hot, little ragged breaths in your ear as his searing chest burns the skin of your back. He’s like a walking heat stroke: his heat strokes your walls and, and, and—

“M’cumming!”

It’s a strange sensation, fluttering around someone’s shaft. You’ve never felt it before. It’s—different. From a clitoral orgasm. It’s not shivers down your skin, the release of dopamine coating your edges and bathing you in sparkling gold.

It’s—softer.

It’s clenching in and out as your stomach flutters from the sound of his voice.

“Atta girl,” he praises you, thumbing your clit as he fucks you at a steady pace. His saliva drips onto your skin from where he’s drooling at your shoulder. Your hand is buried in his raven hair; steam still curls around you. He smooches your earlobe. “That’s my fucking princess.”

“Yours, Luffy,” you stutter, slowing your hips as the pulses stop, “I’m your princess.”

He gasps, pleased. “Yeah, ya fuckin’ are, that’s my fuckin’ girl—,” he cuts himself off with a grunt as he starts fucking you harder. He flips you (so easily) and slides back inside you from where he kneels between your legs. His face is sweaty, hair sticking to his forehead, as his dark eyes sparkle in the moonlight. Shit.

“I’m in love with you, Luffy!”

He smiles, eyes crinkled shut as his cockhead brushes your g-spot. There’s that pulsing again—

“Fuck,” he grits out, each word punctuated with a sharp thrust, “I—fuckin’—love—ya too—nng!—kitty!”

And with that, he comes.

“So in love with ya, you’re such a good friend, sweetheart, ya pussy’s takin’ me so well, you’re so fucking fun—!”

“Ah, ah!”

It’s strange, having someone cum inside you.

It’s warm, and

wet,

and weird.

But it still sends shivers down your spine as he pulls out, pools out: his seed slipping from between your thighs and staining the quilt beneath you white. It smells like sweat in here, but worse somehow.

It smells like sex, you guess.

****

Luffy sighs happily, cuddling you in bed after you both cleaned up.

“How was that, sweetheart?” He smiles up at you from where he’s laid his head on your still-bare chest.

“So good,” you sigh dreamily, stroking his hair. It’s all fluffed up and wild. You twirl a lock around your finger. He smooches the swell of your breast beneath his cheek.

“So, are ya gonna be my baby?” He asks hopefully, snuggling deeper into you. He’s twisted his limbs all around you, saying how he wanted to be as close as possible to his sweetheart. “So we can go on dates n stuff?”

You snicker: you can’t help yourself.

You smack a big ole kiss onto the future king of the pirates’ head. He hums, but his index finger is tracing anxious circles against your ribcage. He’s nervous. His heart is on the line, so you do your best to show him it’s safe, always, in your hands.

“Of course, Luffy,” you say, scratching his scalp, “Let’s go on dates all the time now.”

He squirms, happy noises sounding from the back of his throat. “Okay!” He says into your skin, his smile buried against your sweaty chest. He inhales deeply. “Say you’re the pirate king’s princess?”

You blink.

And then, you smile.

“I’m your fucking princess, pirate king.”

“Shishishi!” He snickers, squirming against you even more. He lifts his head, showing off his biggest sunshine grin yet. “I like the sound of that!”

You smile.

So do you.

[visit-new-york]

What are some of the popular dining options or food vendors in or around Brooklyn Bridge Park?

Nestled against the stunning backdrop of the iconic Brooklyn Bridge and overlooking the Manhattan skyline, Brooklyn Bridge Park offers not only breathtaking views but also a diverse culinary landscape that caters to every palate. Whether you're craving a leisurely brunch, a quick snack, or a romantic dinner, the area surrounding Brooklyn Bridge Park has something for everyone. In this article, we'll explore some of the popular dining options and food vendors that enhance the overall experience of visiting this picturesque location.

Van Leeuwen Ice Cream:

If you're strolling through Brooklyn Bridge Park on a warm day and craving a sweet treat, make your way to Van Leeuwen Ice Cream. This artisanal ice cream shop, located nearby, is renowned for its high-quality, made-from-scratch ice creams. With a commitment to using natural and organic ingredients, Van Leeuwen offers a delectable range of flavors, from classic vanilla to unique options like honeycomb and earl grey. Enjoy a cone or cup as you take in the stunning views of the park and the surrounding waterfront. The irresistible combination of creamy textures and distinctive flavors makes Van Leeuwen a favorite among locals and tourists alike.

Juliana's Pizza:

Situated just a stone's throw away from Brooklyn Bridge Park, Juliana's Pizza is a beloved establishment with a rich history. Known for its coal-fired brick oven pizzas, Juliana's serves up delicious pies with a perfect balance of crispy crust and fresh, high-quality toppings. The cozy ambiance and friendly staff make it an ideal spot for families and friends to gather and enjoy a classic New York slice.

Gran Electrica:

For those seeking a taste of authentic Mexican cuisine, Gran Electrica is a must-visit restaurant located near the park. With a vibrant atmosphere and a menu featuring traditional dishes prepared with a modern twist, Gran Electrica offers a unique dining experience. From flavorful tacos to handcrafted cocktails, this eatery seamlessly blends Mexican flavors with a contemporary flair.

Smorgasburg:

Food enthusiasts and adventurous eaters alike will appreciate the diverse culinary offerings at Smorgasburg. This open-air food market, located in DUMBO, features a rotating selection of food vendors offering everything from international street food to innovative and Instagram-worthy desserts. From crispy Korean fried chicken to decadent ice cream sandwiches, Smorgasburg is a food lover's paradise just a short stroll from Brooklyn Bridge Park.

Grimaldi's Pizzeria:

Another pizza gem in the vicinity, Grimaldi's Pizzeria, is known for its coal-brick oven pies with a thin crust and fresh mozzarella. This legendary pizzeria has been serving up classic New York-style pizza for decades. With its prime location under the Brooklyn Bridge, diners can enjoy their meal while taking in the scenic views of the bridge and the Manhattan skyline.

Time Out Market:

For a curated selection of the best local eats, head to Time Out Market in DUMBO. This food and cultural market features a variety of stalls offering gourmet dishes from some of the city's top chefs. Whether you're in the mood for artisanal burgers, sushi, or artisanal pastries, Time Out Market provides a one-stop culinary adventure for foodies.

Conclusion:

Brooklyn Bridge Park not only offers a serene escape from the hustle and bustle of the city but also serves as a gateway to a culinary journey through some of Brooklyn's finest dining establishments. From historic pizzerias to modern food markets, the area around the park presents a diverse array of flavors and experiences for locals and visitors alike. So, the next time you find yourself in the shadow of the Brooklyn Bridge, be sure to explore the gastronomic delights that make this waterfront neighborhood a true epicurean destination.

[bulbagarden]

i was in downtown salt lake city taking a look around today, and there was this really cool ice cream/dessert place! it's called the penguin brothers and they have ice cream sandwiches!! go there if you're in the area, support small businesses!!!!!!!!!

but i wanted to share this cute kanto (penguin!) ash + piplup.. and what i got too LOL. honeycomb ice cream w snickerdoodle! it was sooooooooo goood omg..

[notstarcey]

She Magnus on my archives til I

I itch all the time. Deep beneath my skin, where the bone sits, enshrined in flesh, I feel it. Something, not moving but that wants to move. Wants to be free. It itches, and I don’t think I want it. I don’t know what to do.

You can’t help me. I don’t think so, at least. But whatever it is that calls to me, that wants me for its own, it hates you. It hates what you are and what you do. And if it hates you, then maybe you can help me. If I wanted to be helped. I don’t know if I do. You must understand, it sings so sweetly, and I need it, but I am afraid. It isn’t right and I need help. I need it to be seen. To be seen in the cold light of knowledge is anathema to the things that crawl and slither and swarm in the corners and the cracks. In the pitted holes of the hive.

You can’t see it, of course. It isn’t real. Not like you or I are real. It’s more of an everywhere. A feeling. Are you familiar with trypophobia? That disgusted fear at holes, irregular, honeycombed holes. Makes you feel that itch in the back of your mind, like the holes are there too, in your own brain, rotten and hollow and swarming. Is that real?

I’m sorry, I know I’m meant to be telling you what happened. What brought me to this place. This place of books and learning, of sight and beholding. I’m sorry. I should. I will.

I… I haven’t slept in some time. I can’t sleep. My dreams are crawling and many-legged. Not just slithering and burrowing,. though it is the burrowing that draws me. They always sing that song of flesh. I hope you will forgive me for such a rambling story. I hope you will forgive me for a great many things, as it may be I do worse. I have that feeling, that instinct that squirms through your belly. There will be great violence done here. And I bleed into that violence.

Do you know, I wonder? As I watch you sitting there through the glass. Eating a sandwich. Do you know where you are? You called me “dear”. “Have a seat, dear.” “You can write it down, dear.” “Take as much time as you need, dear.” Can you truly know the danger you are in?

There is a wasps’ nest in my attic. A fat, sprawling thing that crouches in the shadowed corner. It thrums with life and malice. I could sit there for hours, watching the swirls of pulp and paper on its surface. I have done. It is not the patterns that enthral me, I’m not one of those fools chasing fractals; no, it’s what sings behind them. Sings that I am beautiful. Sings that I am a home. That I can be fully consumed by what loves me.

I don’t know how long the nest has been there. It’s not even my house, I just live there. Some sweaty old man thinks he owns it, taking money for my presence as though it will save him. I used to worry about it, you know. I remember, before the dreams, I would spend so long worrying about that money. About how I could afford to live there. Now I know that whatever the old man thinks, as he passes about the house with brow crinkled and mouth puckered in disapproval, it is not his. It has a thousand truer owners who shift and live and sing within the very walls of the building. He does not even know about the wasps’ nest. I wonder how long he has not known. How many years it has been there.

Have you ever heard of the filarial worm? Mosquitoes gift it with their kiss and it grows and grows. It stops water moving round the human body right, makes limbs and bellies swell and sag with fluid. Now, when I look at that fat, sweaty sack, I think about it, and the voice sings of showing him what a real parasite can do.

How many months has it been like this? Was there a time before? There must have been. I remember a life that was not itching, not fear, not nectar-sweet song. I had a job. I sold crystals. They were clean, and sharp and bright and they did not sing to me, though I sometimes said they did. We would sell the stones to smiling young couples with colour in their hair. I remember, before I found the nest, someone new came. His name was Oliver, and he would look at me so strangely. Not with lust or affection or contempt, but with sadness. Such a deep sadness. And once with fear. It didn’t matter, because no-one in the shop wanted to hear about the ants below it. I tried to tell them, to explain, but they did not care. The pretty young things complained and I left.

That was when I still called myself a witch. Wicca and paganism, I would spend my weekends at rituals by the Thames. I wanted something beyond myself, but could not stomach the priest or the imam or pujari of the churches. I knew better. I knew that it was not so simple as to call out to well-trodden gods. I never felt from my rituals anything except exhaustion and pride. I thought that those were my spiritual raptures.

I wish, deep inside, below the itch, that they were still my raptures. I have touched something now, though, that all my talk of ley lines and mother goddesses could never have prepared me for. It is not a god. Or if it is then it is a dead god, decayed and clammy corpse-flesh brimming with writhing graveworms.

When did I first hear it? It wasn’t the nest, I’m sure of that. I never went in the attic. It was locked and I didn’t have a key. I spent a day sawing through the padlock with an old hacksaw. My hands were blistered by the end. Why would I have done that if I didn’t know what I would find? The face of the one who sang to me dwelling within the hidden darkness above me. I had seen no wasps. I know I hadn’t. There are no wasps in the nest. So how else would I have known that I needed to be there, to be in the dark with it, if it had not already been singing to me?

No, that’s not right. The nest does not sing to me. It is simply the face. Not the whole face, for the whole of the hive is infinite. An unending plane of wriggling forms swarming in and out of the distended pores and honeycombed flesh. The nest is nothing but paper.

Was it the spiders? There were webs in the corners, around the entryway into the attic. I would watch them scurry and disappear in between the wooden boards. ‘Where are you going, little spiders?’ I would think. ‘What are you seeing in the dark? Is it food? Prey? Predators?’ I wondered if it was the spiders that made the gentle buzzing song. It was not. Webs have a song as well, of course, but it is not the song of the hive.

I used to pick at my skin. It was a compulsion. I would spend hours in the bathroom, staring as close as I could get to my face to the mirrors, searching for darkened pores to squeeze and watch the congealed oil worm its way out of my skin. Often I would end with swollen red marks where it had become inflamed with irritation or infection. Did I hear the song then?

Was it when I was a child, such a clear memory of a classmate telling me a blackhead was a hole in my face, and if I didn’t keep it clean it would grow and rot. Did I hear it then, as that image lodged in my mind forever? Or was it last year, passing by a strip of green they call a park near my house, after the rain, and watching a hundred worms crawl and squirm to the surface.

Perhaps I’ve always heard it. Perhaps the itch has always been the real me, and it was the happy, smiling Jane who called herself a witch and drank wine in the park when it was sunny. Maybe it was her who was the maddened illusion that hides the sick squirming reality of what I am. Of what we all are, when you strip away the pretence that there is more to a person than a warm, wet habitat for the billion crawling things that need a home. That love us in their way.

I need to think. To clear my head. To try and remember, but remember what? I was lonely before. I know that. I had friends, at least I used to, but I lost them. Or they lost me. Why was it? I remember shouting, recriminations, and I was abandoned. No idea why. The memories are a blur. I do remember that they called me “toxic”. I don’t think I really knew what that meant, except that it was the reason I was so very painfully lonely. Was that it? Was I swayed and drawn simply by the prospect of being genuinely loved? Not loved as you would understand it. A deeper, more primal love. A need as much as a feeling. Love that consumes you in all ways.

You can’t help me. I’m sure of that now. I have tried to write it down, to put it into terms and words you could understand. And now I stare at it and not a word of it is even enough to fully describe the fact that I itch. Because ‘itch’ is not the right word. There is no right word because for all your Institute and ignorance may laud the power of the word, it cannot even stretch to fully capture what I feel in my bones. What possible recourse could there be for me in your books and files and libraries except more useless ink and dying letters? I see now why the hive hates you. You can see it and log it and note it’s every detail but you can never understand it. You rob it of its fear even though your weak words have no right to do so.

I do not know why the hive chose me, but it did. And I think that it always had. The song is loud and beautiful and I am so very afraid. There is a wasps’ nest in my attic. Perhaps it can soothe my itching soul.

[ta-chazei]

Second seven seder tarot-inspired cards for Passover on homemade card stock

VIII - Marror– Eat the bitter herbs

עַל־מִשְׁכָּבִי בַּלֵּילוֹת בִּקַּשְׁתִּי אֵת שֶׁאָהֲבָה נַפְשִׁי בִּקַּשְׁתִּיו וְלֹא מְצָאתִיו׃

Upon my couch at night I sought the one I love— I sought, but found him not.

Song of Songs 3:1

IX - Korech - Eat a sandwich of matza and marror

שְׂמֹאלוֹ תַּחַת לְרֹאשִׁי וִימִינוֹ תְּחַבְּקֵנִי׃

His left hand was under my head, His right arm embraced me.

Song of Songs 2:6

X - Shulchan Orech - Enjoy a festive meal

בָּאתִי לְגַנִּי אֲחֹתִי כַלָּה אָרִיתִי מוֹרִי עִם־בְּשָׂמִי אָכַלְתִּי יַעְרִי עִם־דִּבְשִׁי שָׁתִיתִי יֵינִי עִם־חֲלָבִי אִכְלוּ רֵעִים שְׁתוּ וְשִׁכְרוּ דּוֹדִים׃        

I have come to my garden, My own, my bride; I have plucked my myrrh and spice, Eaten my honey and honeycomb, Drunk my wine and my milk.

Eat, lovers, and drink: Drink deep of love!

Song of Songs 5:1

XI - Tzafun - Find and eat the afikomen

יוֹנָתִי בְּחַגְוֵי הַסֶּלַע בְּסֵתֶר הַמַּדְרֵגָה הַרְאִינִי אֶת־מַרְאַיִךְ הַשְׁמִיעִנִי אֶת־קוֹלֵךְ כִּי־קוֹלֵךְ עָרֵב וּמַרְאֵיךְ נָאוֶה׃        

O my dove, in the cranny of the rocks, Hidden by the cliff, Let me see your face, Let me hear your voice; For your voice is sweet And your face is comely.

Song of Songs 2:14

XII - Barech - Grace after the meal

מִי זֹאת עֹלָה מִן־הַמִּדְבָּר כְּתִימְרוֹת עָשָׁן מְקֻטֶּרֶת מֹר וּלְבוֹנָה מִכֹּל אַבְקַת רוֹכֵל׃

Who is she that comes up from the desert Like columns of smoke, In clouds of myrrh and frankincense, Of all the powders of the merchant?

Song of Songs 3:6

XIII - Hallel - Songs of Praise

אִתִּי מִלְּבָנוֹן כַּלָּה אִתִּי מִלְּבָנוֹן תָּבוֹאִי תָּשׁוּרִי  מֵרֹאשׁ אֲמָנָה מֵרֹאשׁ שְׂנִיר וְחֶרְמוֹן מִמְּעֹנוֹת אֲרָיוֹת מֵהַרְרֵי נְמֵרִים׃

From Lebanon come with me; From Lebanon, my bride, with me! Sing from Amana’s peak, From the peak of Senir and Hermon, From the dens of lions, From the hills of leopards.

Song of Songs 4:8

XIV - Nirtza - Concluding desires for the future

בְּרַח  דּוֹדִי וּדְמֵה־לְךָ לִצְבִי אוֹ לְעֹפֶר הָאַיָּלִים עַל הָרֵי בְשָׂמִים׃

Hurry, my beloved, Swift as a gazelle or a young stag, To the hills of spices!

Song of Songs 8:13

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Exploring the Versatility: The Benefits of Aluminum Honeycomb Panels Across Industries

Innovation in construction materials has paved the way for revolutionary solutions in architecture, transportation, and various industrial sectors. One such advancement is the utilization of aluminum honeycomb panels. These lightweight yet sturdy structures offer a multitude of benefits across diverse applications, ranging from aerospace to interior design. In this blog, we delve into the…

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Aluminium honeycomb sandwich panels are a type of composite material used in construction and manufacturing. They consist of two thin sheets of aluminum, bonded to a lightweight honeycomb core made of aluminum or other materials.

[ooppo]

Something that definitely chemically changed my brain was when I was 16 and my aunt came over into the kitchen where I was at, she saw a jar of honey with the comb still in it and she was like "ough, I LOVE honey comb" so she dug it out with a fork and then just bit straight into it like a sandwich right in the middle and after that single bite she put the honeycomb BACK INTO the jar with the honey and walked away. She didn't even live there with us.

[justadeadreaper]

Please read.

I realised that I need to do a post for my boundaries and for people to get to know me. So let me just say some basic facts about me: ❇Hi my name is Ozzie. ❇I’m 19. ❇I’m 6’2”. ❇I’m from the same country as Bell in the Wych Elm. ❇I am a trangender man and use he/they/it pronouns but I don’t mind feminine terms being used as I don’t care much about gender rules. ❇I have autism so sometimes I can come off as a bit robotic. But, my special interests are mythology, folklore, history, cryptids, and more which I may add later. ❇My favourtie song is Lover, Don’t Leave Me by Bocce. ❇My favourite food is ice cream sandwiches made with marshmallow chunks in vanilla clotted cream ice cream and white chocolate, dried strawberries, and honeycomb cookies (I have a concerning sweet tooth). ❇My favourite season is Winter. ❇My favourite musical is Beetlejuice. ❇My favourite movie genre is Horror.

I will try to reply to comments but if there are too many comments I will not be able to as it will get overwhelming so please don’t be mad at me. But please feel free to ask me questions about anything or to talk to me at any time as I want to build a loving community. Besides me telling you my headcanons for our favourite COD characters or you telling me yours or me talking about my AU ideas, I’d be extremely ecstatic to talk to you about anything to build a bond between all of us. What fandoms do I write for? This will be a list of fandoms I will write for which may be added onto if I decide: ❇Call of Duty (Which it will mostly be about as I am a big fan and see so much potential in it.) What fandoms am I in which you can talk to me about? This will be a list of fandoms I would love to talk about as I absolutely adore them or have a love hate relationship, it may be added onto if I decide: ❇Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel ❇Call of Duty ❇Cookie Run Kingdom ❇Good Omens What are my interests which you can talk to me about? This will be a list of fandoms I would love to talk about which may be added onto if I decide: ❇Mythology and folklore (Greek, Norse, Slavic, Chinese, Japanese, etc.) ❇History (Most eras such as the Victorian, famous Pirates, Tudor, but I’d love to talk about others) ❇Demonology and Angelology ❇Cryptids ❇Musicals ❇Masked men ❇Horror movies ❇Baking ❇Analog Horror

Rules? I have some very basic rules that I want to go over with you but more can be added depended on what happens: ❇I can write SFW or NSFW content depending on what you guys want, now if you do not want to see any NSFW content then please do not interact as I will not take the hate and will block. ❇For all NSFW content all of the characters will be 18+ as MAPs/Pedos with all those different kinds based on the child’s age (gross) or anything and everything in between are not welcome and can not kindly fuck off as you fuck yourself home with a cactus in your ass. I am not joking, I will block and report you. ❇This blog may contain triggering or dark content as I am a heavy angst or darker writer. I will most likely write it very often once I’ve finished with my character analyses and I’ll probably be reblogging or interacting with other dark content blogs if I see something that does catch my eye. If you’re not comfortable with any of that then pretty please do not interact with this blog or please block the tags. Do not blame me as I will be thoroughly tagging my posts as I need to find them myself. ❇This blog will contain spoilers which are tagged appropriately so if you see a spoiler do not complain or harass me for it as it has been tagged and it says spoilers in capitals and bold. ❇This is an 18+ blog, even if it does not look like it yet as the NSFW will be coming later, so absolutely no minors and people under 18 at all. End of discussion. I know and you obviously know that I can't control everyone and how they use the internet or what they interact with but please just be respectful of my boundaries and not to interact with this blog, I don’t encourage you to read this but if you have to for some unbeknownst reason to me then at least don’t reblog or like my posts. You will be blocked if you do. ❇Absolutely no harassment as I want this to be a safeplace for almost all except Pedos, Bigots, Homophobes, Racists, Transphobes, Woman-haters (like Andrew Tate or Sneako), etc. If you harass someone or me or post stuff about those then you will be blocked. ❇Every once in a while I will be checking my followers so you will be blocked if you go against my rules. What I can or will write about? Things that I will write about if you ask me: ❇Gore as in body wounds, torture, interrogations, body horror, cannibalism, etc. ❇I will write “yandere” but please call it stalker or obsessed as I do not like that term. ❇Omegaverse ❇Hybrids ❇AUs ❇Fluff/SFW ❇NSFW, I may be a virgin but I will write about kinky scenarios. ❇Requested scenarios with characters (Such as “What would it be like to have {insert character} help you confront your alcohol issues?). ❇Long and miniature fics. ❇Angst ❇Gore as in body wounds, torture, interrogations, body horror, etc. ❇Requests or suggestions if I like them or find them interesting. ❇I will write female, male, transgender, gender neutral, nonbinary, genderfluid, etc. reader. ❇Character x Character ❇Character Analysis ❇Triggering subjects ❇OC x Canon ❇My own OCs or friends’ OCs. What I can not or will not write: Things that I will not write about if you ask me and more will be added on as I go along and see what I’m comfortable with: ❇Vore, I am comfortable writing cannibalism but vore is just too far for me. ❇Adult/Minor, as I’ve said before Pedos can fuck off. I will most likely be adding more as I spend more time writing here and seeing what I am or am not comfortable with, but these are the rules for now and the most basic ones I have. Now I know I haven’t listed everything as I haven’t thought of everything so if you want to ask to make sure, please do. But please just be respectful to me and each other and yourself. Make sure that you understand the rules before requesting or interacting.

Now I will do any type of reader. Due to being transgender, reader will almost always be either female, AFAB, transgender male, or gender neutral. I will do others if it is requested by a lot of people but male reader is thin ice which I may avoid due to how common it is to be harassed for being a fetishist of gay men for writing male, since yes I may be a man but I have been told before that I’m only transgender to get away with it and I have seen others be harassed. So yes I might do it but I will tread those waters carefully and most likely only do it when asked but if I am harassed I will stop it completely. But honestly, for most of my posts reader will be gender neutral or AFAB if not stated otherwise for scenarios but specific fics will be female or transgender male. Other things such as race, body type, height, weight, tattoos, scars, specific body characteristics, etc. will be completely neutral unless I have stated otherwise or have been requested by someone. I will also do disabilities if requested but all readers will have a slight tinge of neurodivergence as I am autistic and that tends to bleed into my writing. Sorry if any of this seems rude or harsh or hostile but I have been advised to be firm with my boundaries to stop me from having problems in the long run and I am going with it as I am normally a pushover. Masterlist and AUs? I will not be having a normal masterlist as most of my posts will either be character analyses for my AUs or fics based upon those AUs or talking about scenarios for characters so I do not see the need for a normal masterlist. Instead, once I have posted the summary for that AU I will link it to here, and under the summaries in that post I will have links to all the other parts of the AU like the fics, scenarios with characters, and analyses which I will try to update as I go along, this is to just make everything easier to find. The list at the moment will just be a list of the AUs I’m going to be doing so see it as spoilers but as I go along the links will be added: ❇COD Angel! AU ❇COD Bug! AU ❇COD Celestial! AU ❇COD Cryptid! AU ❇COD Demon! AU ❇COD Fairytale! AU ❇COD Magical! AU ❇COD Mythological! AU ❇COD Pirate! AU ❇COD Plague! AU ❇COD Royal! AU ❇COD Shopkeeper! AU ❇COD Victorian! AU ❇COD Wonderland! AU

Anyone can use my AUs as long as I am credited as I do not care much and I like see how people will use my AUs as I love sharing ideas and helping people create things by giving them a basic base. Just have fun with it.

[diabolus1exmachina]

TVR T440R (1 of 1)

A true homologation special, this TVR T440R is the only one of its kind ever produced. Made to homologate an endurance race car in 2003, the car was only recently recommissioned and is up for sale.The story of the TVR T440R starts with the T400R (aka the Typhon) race cars that were built to compete in endurance racing at Spa, Sebring, in British GT, and, of course, Le Mans. In order to obtain FIA homologation, TVR had to build four road cars.The British company chose to build three Typhons and this, the T440R. The Typhons were initially supposed to feature a supercharged 4.0-liter straight-six but were instead finished with a naturally aspirated 4.0-liter engine.

The T440R, meanwhile, was fitted with a naturally aspirated, 4.2-liter straight-six that incorporated a gas-flowed cylinder head, a steel crankshaft and conrods, as well as a carbon fiber airbox with six upper injectors and bespoke exhaust headers. For road use, the engine makes 440 hp (446 PS/328 kW), down from the supercharged race car’s 585 hp (593 PS/436 kW). The underfloor is flat for better aerodynamics and is made of resin-sandwiched aluminum honeycomb. A separate carbon-fiber tub is bonded to the chassis and the carbon fiber bodywork is bonded to the tub and the floor.

Thanks to its power and lightweight construction, the car will hit 62 mph (100 km/h) in just four seconds and can go all the way up to 200 mph (320 km/h). Quite impressive numbers for 2003, and still more than respectable today.

Inside, the T440R has four seats and plenty of exposed carbon fiber, as well as Willans racing harnesses. The seats are trimmed in red and black leather and the Alcantara headliner is a surprisingly modern touch.