#KEI Wires and Cables

[balajiswitchgears]

To the engineer who always finds solutions to every problem. Happy #National #Engineers Day 2023 to all the engineers! Your innovation and dedication continue to amaze us. Keep building a better world!

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[keiindustries]

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[californialanyards]

A Snip Guide to Accessory Items and Stainless Steel Cable Key Rings

Are you tired of fighting cheap key chains that break too quickly or losing your keys? You've come to the right place; the stainless steel cable key ring can be the solution to your issues. In this article, we'll talk about the best key rings for different purposes and how they help you keep your keys secure and organized.

Stainless Steel Cable Key Rings: Their Sturdiness and Dependability

When it comes to key rings, durability is an important factor to take into account. Generally speaking, cheaply constructed key rings often break, change their shape, or even snap suddenly. On the other hand, the stainless steel cable key rings are built to last a very long time. We know that stainless steel is preferred because of its exceptional strength, ability to withstand corrosion, and general longevity. Your keys will be safe and secure because your key ring won't break down over time.

Use a Steel Screw Lock and Wire Cable to Keep Your Keys Secure.

One of the steel screw lock wire cable's unique features is the mechanism that provides an additional layer of security to ensure that your keys are securely fastened to the key ring. The steel screw lock wire cable keeps a tight seal to avoid accidental key removal.

How are the best key rings chosen?

Is that not the big question? The best key rings available in the market today may be found in a multitude of alternatives thanks to online retailers like California Lanyards. You may find excellent options of key rings that can keep your keys secure and organized, whether they are in the form of stainless steel cable key rings or another kind. Key rings are an essential accessory that is readily available online in a number of styles.

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[finniestoncrane]

OH BOY! How about Office Eddie nsfw headcanons? I love that dweeb at the office with a dark streak and honestly just want anything about him 💚

Dano!Riddler x Fem!Reader Headcanons oooooooooh yeah!! i've started writing a little outline for something like this but longer!! this is a good excuse to test some things out and see what works >:3c 🐀💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: voyeurism, pervert eddie, peeping tom, spying, non-consensual stuff, masturbation, unintentional cum swallowing

listen, employment in a nice office isn't all that common in gotham, and you're lucky you're not behind a bar serving sleazy wannabe rogues or hustling for what little money you can get, so you're willing to put up with your shy and quiet and kinda dweeby co-worker

but that's only because you have no idea about all the weird stuff he's up to...

eddie is smitten immediately by you, but he doesn't speak to you at all for the first two weeks you're sharing an office with him

it makes you a little uncomfortable, but he slowly warms up and offers you a hello and a goodbye

when he starts talking to you a bit more, it's about quite dark and deep subjects

it's almost like he's trying to guage your response to decide if you're a good person

or one of the people he goes on about, the undeserving masses

he's nice enough though, and you find that he's very helpful and willing to guide you with the tasks

and you quickly notice that he's far smarter than you, and is willing to hold himself accountable for your training

this seemingly kind gesture isn't selfless, however, it's actually his way of getting closer to you

and to have you depending on him for your job

it's not something you notice at first, if at all, but edward always offers to look your work over before passing it on to the bosses

he's changing it without you knowing though, making sure there are little mistakes that have you reprimanded

eddie delivers that bad news of course, and offers to show you how to fix your errors

you're so grateful that you hug him, or compliment him, and so he can hardly stop doing it

besides, the stupider you feel, the more you'll have to rely on him, and the more you'll view him as smart and wonderful

and in order to keep you thinking that, he'll criticise you sometimes

nothing too mean, not too obvious

but enough that he can see your pupils widening and your skin flushing when he does compliment you

"don't worry, i won't tell the bosses"

gosh, you owe him so much... maybe he'll cash in the favours someday

eddie has the keys to the office and he unlocks it every morning, since he's always there a lot earlier than you

you never question why, but it's so he can set things up

you wouldn't believe how many cameras are hidden in the little space you share

under the desk, in the toilet, in the stationary cupboard

and the work laptop he offered to set up for you?

the webcam is hacked, so he can watch you at home

because at a certain point, he can't stand not to be around you or to know what you're up to when you clock out for the day

and that includes when you leave the room to go to the toilet

he had to drill a hole in the wall of the cupboard between the office and the bathroom, just so he can keep an eye on you

and he finds his behaviour escalating, like an experiment to see how far he can go

it starts with him touching himself under his desk, rubbing his hands over his erection and trying to keep quiet

rubbing against you in the elevator, placing his hands on your shoulders as he stands behind you, staring down your blouse

asking you to reach up high or down low to watch the way your clothes move to expose you

messing with the ac, watching you sweat when it's too hot, watching your nipples harden when it's too cold

then he starts messing with the cables under his desk a lot, something with the wiring you don't understand

but it's an excuse to stare at your legs, trying to get a peek up your skirt

and then before you know it, your sweet coworker is masturbating into your coffee creamer

waiting to see if you can taste the difference, to see if you recognise him on your tongue

[regretsretrotech]

Sometimes things don't go to plan. I went to go rotate my trusty Gateway 2000 system and the videocard said no. After that I was getting beep codes indicating no videocard detected.

Time for troubleshooting!

Oh... okay then I guess not?

Entered into SVGA mode in Windows 3.11 so... I guess it was a fluke?

Lets make sure the AWE32 card is working, and it was. The system can't run Impulse Tracker but OCP works no problem.

Okay, fine, well, since I've opened it up to troubleshoot lets do some work in there.

So, a bit of history, when I first rebuilt this machine, it was 2018 and I had just gotten it. There's a possible post for all the photos I took cleaning it up and rebuilding, it but needless to say I was not very good or through with cable management.

Yes, those are double AA batteries taped to a bracket, those are the RTC batteries.

And it stayed pretty much that way, even after I put in a Pentium Overdrive chip.

Nor did I bother with the front panel wiring. For shame.

There we go. There's a lot of wiring to the front panel. Three LED's, one push button and one key switch. That white assembly carries the system speaker and the front case fan.

A nice crop of the CPU, a socket 3 Pentium Overdrive chip running at an oddball 83 Mhz. Below that is the 128MB of system RAM (only 64MB usable.)

Since the system was working, and came up with no further issues, I put it back together.

[annachibi]

ALAN WAKE 2 COLLECTOR'S EDITION

I don't know how mine got here so fast but I did a little review!

First off, the packaging is lovely and everything is nice and secure! The box cover (which I love) is embossed and the box is very sturdy. My phone camera sucks but the pins all have 2 uh back thingies to them in case anyone needed that information. The hotel key is I believe real metal; it's cool to the touch and has a very nice weight to it. I'm leaving the art book out because otherwise I'll be here all night lmao

And the piece de resistance: the Angel Lamp! Again, my camera sucks, but I tried to get some detail shots. It has an included micro USB to USB cable for power, but it looks like it also takes 2 AAA batteries if you open that bottom bit, and either way you can turn it on and off via the switch at the bottom. It is not metal I don't think but it's true to size and not flimsy at all, plus it has some very nice weathering detailing especially on the wings, and the LED bit is made to look like a regular light bulb! I found it interesting that the fake cord at the back is clearly cut with the "wires" exposed. The power cable can take a little fiddling to get plugged into it but just be patient and gentle.

All in all, I'm extremely happy with all of it! <3

[maskedemerald]

Weaving Webs CH1

It is time for @invisobang ! I wrote a fic and the wonderful @pricklenettle did some fantastic art that you'll see embedded through out the fic!

You can check out the fic here or on AO3!

If you like this consider dropping us both a follow!

Warnings: Body horror, manipulation, Spectra is her own content warning, Burns, Spider - for like 2 chapters then it goes away.

The Fenton parents were there when the accident happened, they saw Danny die in an act of sabotage. Now they’re just trying to go on with the strange ghost that is all that's left of Danny. While their old college friend is wondering where the subjects of his revenge are.

[Next]

Chapter One - The Accident

The metal panel came free with a few plinks of screws onto the floor making Danny cringe. He knew he’d be the one scrounging around on the floor looking for them later. His Dad grinned not at all phased by the extra work he was creating. Danny leaned over to look and was fairly certain on catching sight of the tangled mess of cables that this was his Dad’s work.

“Alright Danno, I need you to get your small hands in there. Diagnostics say some of the wires didn’t get plugged in right,” he explained with a little chuckle at his own mistake, “I’d fix it but now the paneling’s on I don’t fit.”

“Got it, know which ones?” Danny asked, eyeing the mess.

“Nope, some of the red ones? Some of the greens too. Just give them all a little extra push!” His Dad said before bounding off out of the portal frame to work on some other part of it.

Danny sighed and rolled his eyes, typical Dad. He used a finger to pull aside a bunch of wires to see the circuit board behind but the wires pulled others and obscured it. He huffed a little, the visor of his white hazmat suit fogging up a little before it faded. He was going to have to fix the cable management if he was going to make any progress.

As Danny picked his way through the tangled chaos of unlabeled cables he couldn’t help but be reminded of a spider web. Every few moves of his hand he had to untangle himself Just to get another wire out of the tangle and neatly with the others of its colour. He had to hope that the colours had some kind of system. Even if they didn’t at least they’d be able to see the board.

“Jack? Did you change this setting?” he heard from out in the lab.

“Um nope, well maybe,” he could almost hear his Dad’s awkward shrug.

There was the clacking of keys, “that’s a bit odd.”

“Huummm, maybe if we change that bit. That should get it, right?”

A spark darted from the connected wire as he disconnected it from the board and he swiftly pulled back his hands. Even with the hazmat he wasn't going to risk it. It might not be the vibrant colours of his parents’ ones but that didn’t mean it was more professionally made. His Dad made each of them by hand. Said they needed a bit more oomph to deal with ectoplasm. He wasn’t sure how effective it would really be.

“Mom? The powers on!” He called out to them.

It wasn't meant to be. His dad had said it was off. Either he forgot, not impossible. Or something was wrong with the power system. If that was the case they'd have to shut it all down. It would be months more work before they'd be ready. Danny couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed at that thought. He didn’t believe it would really work but he wanted it to. Wanted it for his parents. Wanted it for the hours he'd poured in as a way to learn engineering.

“What? No it’s not,” his Mom replied confused, “none of the systems are reporting that.”

“I unplugged it, I definitely unplugged it. Where’s that cable?” His Dad insisted.

“What the… Danny! Move now!” His Mom yelled.

Danny startled and backed away from the panel. There was a high pitched whine building behind him. He scrambled forward, his heavy bulky hazmat boots catching on themselves and every cable. There was a loud hiss and the safety shield started to descend. The power wasn’t just on, the portal was activating.

“Shit, no, not yet,” his Mom cursed, her hands practically slamming across the keys, “Jack pull the emergency breaker!”

“On it!”

He stumbled trying to crouch enough to pass under the descending shield. His head bounced in the helmet as he hit the floor. He winced and his head spun. It took a moment too long for him to get his bearings and start moving. He crawled as fast as he could, racing against the descending shield. He pulled back his hand just as the shield descended, the tips of his glove caught between reinforced glass and the metal tiled floor. He pulled it free with some effort, the fingers tearing.

“Breaker’s not stopping it Mads!”

Danny pulled himself up leaning against the glass. He flinched back as his Dad slammed the Fenton Anti Creep Stick into the reinforced glass with an echoing bang. His Mom was at the console frantically trying to get control of the machine.

He could feel a tingle as the charge in the air increased, his hair standing on end. An ominous warning that the Hazmat was no longer sealed. Electric sparks darted from metal surface to metal surface. The growing green glow that was building behind him reflected in the safety glass that trapped him there. The air grew a strange hot cold. There was a crackle like lightning and then he was engulfed in burning cold green.

[Next]

[fuzzkaizer]

SevenMileMountain - MIDI Pitch Bend and Modulation Wheels

"A dedicated Pitch Bend / Modulation controller with traditional wheels. This unit connects via USB to your MIDI devices, allowing you to add Pitch Bend to synths which lack them.

The wheels are about the same width as a full sized piano key (just shy of 1"). The left wheel, Pitch Bend, is spring loaded, so it returns to center when released. The right wheel, Modulation, does not automatically return to center. Both have their center points marked with a raised tab.

The wheels are enclosed in a cube 2.5" square (65 mm) and will appear as "Seeed XIAO M0" in your DAW. As it's programmed specifically as PB/MD, no other setup should be required.

As of August 30, 2024:

More Colors: I'm back to making both black and white versions of the wheel.

New Firmware: Better handling of PB deadzone and ranging. All prior purchases can be updated at no cost.

As of April 12, 2024:

Now available in All Black.

Top cover has been simplified.

Further improvements with the wheels and mechanisms.

As of February 20, 2024:

The Pitch Bend wheel now has a new mechanism. It is much "snappier" than before. The wheel now rolls on a ball bearing and uses low physical resistance sensor, allowing the spring to provide quicker "return to center" power.

All WHEELs now include TRS MIDI. This allows connections to legacy keyboards (DIN-5) with a simple adapter (sold separately). It is a 3.5mm (1/8") Type A TRS jack (aka "headphone cable") wired to the MIDI 2018 Standard. If you use Serial MIDI you will still need to supply power via the USB connection. The device outputs USB MIDI and Serial MIDI at the same time.

The MIDI Channel can be changed (from 1 to 16) using a settings button on the back. The default Channel is 1.

Firmware can now be updated in the field. I can tweak settings and send you custom code to run on your device.

... "

cred: etsy.com/SevenMileMountain

[everwhovian]

jun-ho opening a drawer

I will just roll with this, okay? I decided that kid!Jun-ho needs to cause some chaos! So, he pretends to be a pirate! Pirates have to find treasure so... he opens a lot of drawers.

❛ ━━━━━━･❪ ○△□ ❫ ･━━━━━━ ❜

Yuna had agreed to babysit Jun-ho for the night – just a simple favor for her boyfriend’s stepmother while she worked a late shift.

She figured it would be an easy evening: snacks, cartoons, maybe a bedtime story.

She was wrong.

Because the second Jun-ho stepped through the door, sleepover mode activated at full throttle. And now –

The first thing Yuna heard was the sound of a drawer sliding open.

The second was a very enthusiastic: “Aha! Suspicious object located!”

She looked up from the couch just in time to see Jun-ho, clad in an oversized bandana and one of In-ho’s old button-down shirts tied like a cape, standing triumphantly in the middle of the room with a pair of kitchen tongs clutched in one hand like a sword.

He had turned their apartment into a pirate ship.

And apparently, he had appointed himself captain.

“Captain Jun-ho,” Yuna said, crossing her arms, “is there a reason the cutlery drawer is currently open and half-empty?”

“There might’ve been clues,” Jun-ho said seriously, eyes scanning the room like he expected buried treasure to burst out of the floorboards any second. “Pirates have to check everything.”

“Everything?”

He nodded solemnly. “Every thing.”

Yuna raised an eyebrow just as he sprinted into the bedroom.

“Wait – Jun-ho, no –!”

Too late. The sounds of rummaging commenced. The closet door creaked open. A drawer slammed shut. Something clattered to the floor.

Yuna pinched the bridge of her nose, half-sighing, half-smiling. “In-ho’s going to have a heart attack.”

Jun-ho came barreling into the living room dragging a battered shoebox labeled ‘old cords & cables’ like it was a chest of ancient gold. Dust trailed behind him like cannon smoke.

“I found it!” he shouted. “It was in the dragon’s cave! …Under your socks!”

“Is the treasure a broken phone charger and a tangle of mystery wires?”

“Mystery is the key word,” he said, eyes gleaming. “Real treasure is always hidden under boring stuff.”

Yuna laughed despite herself, reaching over to tousle his hair. “Alright, alright. But Captain Jun-ho – maybe your ship needs a snack break before it gets raided by hangry sea monsters.”

He gasped. “There are sea monsters?!”

“Oh yeah. They come out when blood sugar gets low.”

Jun-ho paused, considering this with great seriousness. Then he nodded. “Okay. But after snacks, I’m checking under the couch. I think that’s where hyung hides the real treasure.”

Yuna rolled her eyes with a grin. “If you find my missing earring under there, I’ll give you ten gold coins and a juice box.”

“You drive a hard bargain, First Mate Yuna.”

He marched off toward the kitchen, shoebox in tow, mumbling something about enchanted cables and cursed furniture.

 

The front door clicked open.

In-ho stepped inside, shutting it behind him with a soft thud. He rolled his shoulders, loosening his tie, and dropped his keys into the bowl by the door.

He expected quiet – maybe the soft hum of the TV, Yuna curled up with a book.

Instead –

“FIRST MATE YUNA, GUARD THE FRIDGE! I’LL FEND OFF THE KRAKEN!”

In-ho blinked.

A blur streaked past the kitchen doorway – wearing his old shirt as a cape, a belt tied around his waist, a spatula in one hand, and a colander strapped to his head like a helmet.

“Jun-ho?” In-ho called, brows lifting.

“HYUNG!” Jun-ho skidded to a halt, eyes wide and glowing. “You’re back! We’re under attack!”

He sprinted across the room and flung himself into In-ho’s waist before he could even remove his boots.

“We’re on a ship now,” Jun-ho explained breathlessly. “I’m the captain. Yuna’s first mate. And you –” he paused dramatically, “you’re the grumpy lookout!”

Without waiting for a response, Jun-ho grabbed his sleeve and pulled him toward the living room.

In-ho blinked slowly, taking in the full destruction: couch cushions on the floor, pillows stacked like sandbags, open drawers, and a wooden spoon jammed upright in a potted plant.

Yuna looked up from the couch, deadpan. “I’m babysitting.”

In-ho squinted at the chaos. “Are you sure?”

Jun-ho was already tossing cushions again. “Yuna said if I find her earring under the couch, I get ten gold coins!”

In-ho shook his head and sat on the arm of the couch, watching as Jun-ho crawled under it like he was diving into a cursed cave. A sock was stuck to the side of his head. He looked ridiculous.

In-ho ran a hand down his face. “How long was I gone?”

Yuna shrugged. “He’s efficient.”

He bent to untie his shoes, still looking around like he hadn’t quite caught up to the scene. “Did he eat?” he asked.

“Snack break fifteen minutes ago,” Yuna said. “He’s running on one string cheese, four grapes, and the unholy power of imagination.”

“Sounds about right.”

“You missed the sea monster invasion and the Great Cable Chest Discovery of 7:13 p.m.”

There was a pause as he took it all in again – the colander helmet, the pillows on the floor, the wooden spoon in the plant.

“…Right,” he said finally.

Jun-ho popped up behind the coffee table. “Okay, lookout, you have to shout if you see danger!”

In-ho looked at him, at Yuna, then back at Jun-ho – who had dirt smudged on his cheek and determination in his eyes.

“Define danger,” In-ho said slowly.

“Anything boring.”

Yuna smothered a laugh. “So… bedtime?”

Jun-ho gasped. “Treason!”

In-ho raised both hands in surrender. “Alright, alright. Just let the lookout find a clean pair of socks first.”

Yuna grinned, leaning her head back on the couch. “Welcome home, by the way.”

In-ho glanced over at her – then at the mess, and the shoebox treasure chest, and Jun-ho now crawling into the coat closet.

He sighed, but there was no bite to it. Just amusement, and something a little fond.

It wasn’t quiet. It wasn’t tidy.

But it was full of life.

And honestly?

It was perfect.

[sassenach77yle]

||COUNTDOWN ||SEASON 7 EPISODE 05 || SINGAPORE ||

#83daysofoutlander☆

She pressed her back against the tunnel wall, hands flat on the rough rock, and thought. That’s where they’d gone, then. It made no difference, but she closed her eyes to improve her concentration and summoned up the pages of the massive binder—presently on the seat of the vanished truck—that contained the structural and engineering details of all the hydroelectric stations under her purview.She’d looked at the diagrams for this one last night and again, hastily, while brushing her teeth this morning. The tunnel led to the dam, and had obviously been used in the construction of the lower levels of that dam. How low? If the tunnel joined at the level of the turbine chamber itself, it would have been walled off. But if it joined at the level of the servicing chamber above—a huge room equipped with the multi-ton ceiling cranes needed to lift the turbines from their nests—then there would still be a door; there would have been no need to seal it off, with no water on the other side.Try as she might, she couldn’t bring the diagrams to mind in sufficient detail to be sure there was an opening into the dam at the far end of the tunnel—but it would be simple enough to find out.

SHE’D SEEN THE TRAIN, in that brief moment before the doors closed; it didn’t take much fumbling round to get into the open cab of the tiny engine. Now, had those clowns taken the key to the engine, too? Ha. There was no key; it worked by a switch on the console. She flipped it, and a red button glowed with sudden triumph as she felt the hum of electricity run through the track beneath.The train couldn’t have been simpler to run. It had a single lever, which you pushed forward or back, depending on which direction you meant to go. She shoved it gently forward, and felt air move past her face as the train moved silently off into the bowels of the earth.She had to go slowly. The tiny red button shed a comforting glow over her hands, but did nothing to pierce the darkness ahead, and she had no idea where or how much the track curved. Neither did she want to hit the end of the track at a high rate of speed and derail the engine. It felt as though she was inching through the dark, but it was much better than walking, feeling her way over a mile of tunnel lined with high-voltage cables.It hit her in the dark.

For a split second, she thought someone had laid a live cable on the track. In the next instant, a sound that wasn’t a sound thrummed through her, plucking every nerve in her body, making her vision go white. And then her hand brushed rock and she realized that she had fallen across the console, was hanging halfway out of the tiny, trundling engine, was about to fall out into darkness.Head spinning, she managed to grab the edge of the console and pull herself back into the cab. Flipped the switch with one shaking hand and half-fell to the floor, where she curled up, gripping her knees, her breath a whimpering in the dark.

“Holy God,” she whispered. “Oh, Blessed Mother. Oh, Jesus.”

She could feel it out there. Still feel it. It didn’t make a sound now, but she felt its nearness and couldn’t stop trembling.She sat still for a long time, head on her knees, until rational thought began to come back.She couldn’t be mistaken. She’d passed through time twice, and knew the feeling. But this hadn’t been nearly so shocking. Her skin still prickled and her nerves jumped and her inner ears rang as though she’d thrust her head into a hive of hornets—but she felt solid. She felt as though a red-hot wire had sliced her in two, but she hadn’t had the horrible sense of being disassembled, turned physically inside out.

A terrible thought sent her surging to her feet, clinging to the console.

Had she jumped? Was she somewhere—somewhen—else?

But the metal console was cool and solid under her hands, the smell of damp rock and cable insulation unchanged.“No,” she whispered, and flicked the power light for reassurance. It came on, and the train, still in gear, gave a sudden lurch. Hastily, she throttled back the speed to less than a crawl.She couldn’t have jumped into the past.

Small objects in direct contact with a traveler’s person seemed to move with them, but an entire train and its track was surely pushing it. “Besides,” she said out loud, “if you’d gone more than twenty-five years or so into the past, the tunnel wouldn’t be here. You’d be inside… solid rock.” Her gorge rose suddenly, and she threw up.The sense of… it… was receding, though. It—whatever it was—was behind her. Well, that settled it, she thought, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. There bloody well had to be a door at the far end, because there was no way she was going back the way she’d come.

There was a door. A plain, ordinary, industrial metal door. And a padlock, unlocked, hanging from an open hasp. She could smell WD-40; someone had oiled the hinges, very recently, and the door swung open easily when she turned the knob. She felt suddenly like Alice, after falling down the White Rabbit’s hole. A really mad Alice.A steep flight of steps lay on the other side of the door, dimly lit—and at the top was another metal door, edged with light. She could hear the rumble and the metallic whine of a ceiling crane in operation.Her breath was coming fast, and not from the effort of climbing the stairs. What would she find on the other side? It was the servicing chamber inside the dam; she knew that much. But would she find Thursday on the other side? The same Thursday she’d had when the tunnel doors had closed behind her?She gritted her teeth and opened the door. Rob Cameron was waiting, lounging back against the wall, lit cigarette in hand. He broke into an enormous grin at sight of her, dropped the butt, and stepped on it.

“Knew ye’d make it, hen,” he said. Across the room, Andy and Craig turned from their work and applauded.“Buy ye a pint after work, then, lass,” Andy called.“Two!” shouted Craig.She could still taste bile at the back of her throat. She gave Rob Cameron the sort of look she’d given Mr. Campbell.

“Don’t,” she said evenly, “call me hen.”

His good-looking face twitched and he tugged at his forelock with mock subservience.“Anything you say, boss,” he said.

Tunnel Tigers ~ An Echo in the Bone

[hamsterbellbelle]

CC list #2 for 920 Medina Studios🎦:

CC list #1 HERE

Tissue holder || Toilet papers || Towel (folded) || Towel with brush || Towel || Towel || Tray with keys || Ttukbaegi pot || Vinyl cart || Vinyl clutter || Wall organizer/amp/CD pile/book stacks/pillow chair/video game boxes ||

Wallpaper/brushes pot || Wallpaper/floor/sink/electric cable || Wallpaper/rolled papers/pen holder || Wallpaper - A - B - C - D || Wicker basket (round)/bathroom bottle ||

🐹             🐹             🐹             🐹             🐹 

Animated beckoning cat || Animated magazine/magazine || Animated monitor || Animated suitcase laptop || Coat rack || Cyberpunk ceiling braindance machine || Cyberpunk corpo light || Cyberpunk poster || Cyberpunk record player ||

Exit sign || Light (ceiling) || TV (wall) || Wires (floor) || Wires (ceiling) ||

[californialanyards]

A Brief Guide to Stainless Steel Cable Key Rings and Accessory Items

Are you tired of fighting cheap key chains that break too quickly or losing your keys? You've come to the right place; the stainless steel cable key ring can be the solution to your issues. In this article, we'll talk about the best key rings for different purposes and how they help you keep your keys secure and organized.

Stainless Steel Cable Key Rings: Their Sturdiness and Dependability

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From Blood Births Life and Death - Chapter 17

Held at Gunpoint

(Alt: Fly, My Scarab)

Word count: 3,243

MASTERPOST

The wind gusts hit hard against his face as Mars made his way back into the forest – back at the headquarters. The whizzing of cables of his gear resonated slightly in the air, a stark, metallic contrast to the sounds of the nature surrounding him. 

The hooks anchored themselves on the rough tree barks, making the soldier move in the vast expanse of the woods with absurd speed and agility. He leapt in the air no slower than a bug casually flying by. Well, if only bugs wore military clothes, thin glasses, and had a mess of curly blond hair actively disturbing their eyesight. 

As soon as the deeper part of the forest became visible and able to shield him from undesired eyes, Mars quickly fired a wire and lowered himself mid-flight.  

He hovered swiftly between the thick tree branches, the foliage shadowing from above.

He really, really risked his neck this time. It was almost unbelievable he agreed with Maya. The girl’s decision was straight up reckless, based on everything but solid, reliable proof, nor a plan, but he still agreed. Mars still said yes. And again, he wasn’t really able to understand what part of his brain decided to loosen his grip around rationality. Unlike the chances of success, the risks were concrete, real, almost tangible. 

A drop of sweat slid down his forehead as his mind retraced every step that led him to that moment. 

The jail guards had been their first problem. Well, obviously not the worst. Mars — or rather, Captain Erickson of the Research Scout Unit — had everything but a bad reputation in the headquarters. He was one of the best, his face known and recognised by other soldiers, guards, staff… everyone, in a nutshell. He might haven’t been Junior, but his well known identity alone guaranteed him good protection. Yeah, maybe his scouting mission companion was a little bit shorter than the average soldier, and the military clothes didn’t fit their body well, but he was pretty sure he could forget about suspicions, at least in this part. Nobody would’ve expected that the person under that ski mask and helmet was, from all people, Maya Strauss. 

They had sneaked out successfully, and that alone was a great win. 

One point less to Scott’s colony organisation system, because, for fuck’s sake, you really must be absorbed in your stupid evil planning shit not to notice a prisoner escaping from jail. And, most of all, not to notice that said escapee was being helped not by one, but by five of his best soldiers. 

Looked like Scott had only eyes for Junior. Well, nothing’s new. Mars wouldn’t have blamed him if such attitude persisted only during that month, after all he wasn’t — no, wait, she, actually — wrong to want to control the native who helped Maya, but everyone in the academy knew how much Higgs cared about Junior. 

“Cared”.

Hah, it was more like he wanted to have her on a leash. Oh, and he totally had her. The general’s loyal lapdog and perfect student. Annoyingly perfect, always got the best missions, and, most of all, the main reason their plans of overthrowing Higgs’ power was being sabotaged. She was his second pair of eyes, hidden behind the mask of the apprentice. It was undeniably too risky to act when she was around. And she was always around. 

Now, if God existed, He must have blessed their luck. Because casually, precisely during the month Junior wasn’t around, and Scott was absorbed by other matters, Maya Strauss came out with her reckless plan. Not that the two things weren’t linked — after all, the key factor was that guy. The native Maya interacted with. 

Screw it, Mars hated having him involved. It wasn’t anything personal, but having one of them involved in their plans meant multiplying significantly the risks of getting discovered. 

And, to be honest, he was also kind of intimidated. Okay, maybe Mars was on the verge of pissing himself when he locked eyes with the giant — just being looked at by someone so much powerful than him made his blood run cold.

For how Friedrich’s ideologies were still in his heart, believing giants were harmless in theory was a thing, almost interacting with one in real life was… a completely different, adrenaline inducing, terrifying one. 

Probably, that young man wasn't even really aware of the power he held in his mere hands, but Mars, oh, Mars sure as hell was. 

He wasn’t exactly scary himself — freckles, dark blond hair, pointed ears— all of his features might have been boyish if they weren’t attached to someone a hundred feet tall.

Even though he might have looked like a slightly awkward librarian, not much older than a teenager, judging by his appearance, it absolutely couldn’t deny the fact that he could kill a human being without effort or a second thought. 

The soldier shivered at the thought, clenching his teeth.

It’s okay — he tried to reassure himself — If Maya trusts him…

Okay, let’s take a step back. Realistically, nobody would put their life in the hands of Maya Strauss, no matter who her father was and how reliable his knowledge could have been. She had always been a reckless feral goblin, even while Fred was alive, he could vividly remember it. 

Luckily though, she was the type of person to apply her crazy plans by herself. Always great at seeking attention, he had to say. That red haired bastard really thrived to cause chaos, as if she was trying to be the main character of whatever adventure fiction she was building up in that little head of hers.

It almost seemed that she was jealous of her troubles and wanted to carry all her reckless shit alone, quite never involving others — Mars being included was an exception. Maybe, just maybe, because he was the one that included her first.

Welp.

Mars sighed in relief. 

Now he was safe and sound, whizzing in the air away from danger, as agilely as the previously mentioned bug. A mighty scarab in a world too huge for him. Tired and misunderstood, he would have added. Welp.

Now, the native was a Maya problem. Asking him for help was her idea, she was dealing with him, and with whatever reaction he might have been having at that moment.  It might have been a bit egoistical as a thought, but Mars never denied being a bit of an asshole. 

The Mars problem right now was making sure that Scott didn’t suspect a thing while he was away — that man was still kind of unpredictable, and fucking crazy, he might say. But screw Scott Higgs. The most important thing he had to make sure was that Riley actually nailed the secret mission they had discussed before Maya’s jailbreak, and most of all, that he did it without getting his ass caught. 

-

“The bunker is in good shape. Honestly, I’d expected Higgs to destroy every single one of them, burn them down, but surprisingly, it was just sealed shut.”

Mars took a slow drag as the two soldiers walked through the empty corridor, letting the cigarette burn down just a little more before exhaling a cloud of gray. 

Thank God. 

“The infrastructure is sturdy. A bit dusty, sure, but still standing,” Riley continued, stuffing his hand in his pockets as he kept looking at his mate. “We have to collect and bring supplies, though. Weapons, food, maps and documents for the plans.”

Another tendril of smoke spread in the air after leaving Mars’ lips.

“You sure it’s safe, well hidden?” He asked, his tone etched with something close to anxiety. Riley shot him a pointed look, as if he had just questioned an obviousness. 

“General Strauss made sure of it himself, years ago. It always worked. Why are you doubting now?” he replied. “Something on your mind?”

There wasn’t a concrete problem, but if Mars had to be completely frank, there was something in his mind. His brows knitted together as the scene at the village library replayed in the blond haired soldier’s mind. Higgs and his allies were their main problem, the thing he should focus on, but he still couldn’t shake off the way the native boy looked – no, stared – at him. Sheer confusion. He looked everything but aware of the entity of what was at stake, but how could he be, after all? Until Maya decided to let herself be seen, humans were extinct in the boy’s mind. It wasn’t the easiest news to learn, and they had been lucky he reacted in such a calm way.  The problem gnawing at Mars’ mind was now another – What if other natives discovered about them? Not only their existence, but a whole bunker of humans right there, inside their village. 

The issue had never bothered him when Friedrich was alive. He knew what he was doing, and Mars didn’t need to worry. However, everything was on his squad’s shoulders now. And since he was the captain, the sheer responsibility of it added weight to the already heavy burden. And he couldn’t forget about Maya’s involvement. He shivered at the mere thought of leaving such a fragile matter in her hands. But what was done was done. 

Right on point, Riley elbowed him. “Any problems with that ginger menace?” he snorted, “All her father, isn’t she? Let’s just hope her little friend doesn’t mess anything up.” 

Yeah. Perfect time, Jason Riley. Really.

“How was he?”

“Tall.” Mars replied, deadpan. 

“No shit.”

“Young, confused, definitely too little aware for my liking.”

“For your liking?” Riley scoffed. “Is there anything in this world that actually fits your liking, Unit Captain Marcus Erickson?” 

Mars glared at his companion. Here he goes, addressing him with his full name and title just to mock him. In response, he just sighed.  

“Let’s go deliver this report before Scott loses his temper, come on.” he said, as they resumed walking towards the meeting room. The heavy metal door slid open, but just before the two men could step inside, a dark blur of movement cut straight across their path.

Junior.

Well, predictable. Mars and Riley exchanged a knowing glance. Of course she had to be the first one on roll call if Scott Higgs was there. 

The doors sealed shut as they finally entered, and the two soldiers headed to their usual spot on the side of the dimly lit room, against one of the walls. Sarah, James and Samuel, the other members of their Unit, were already there, probably waiting for them. They stared at the General, who was turned towards the huge whiteboard, his fingers sweeping over the projected map of the island, while his other hand firmly held a lit cigarette between two fingers.

“Killed by her own stubbornness,” Higgs prompted, his voice low and detached, almost a contemplative hum, without any hint of grief or concern. “What a shame for a girl to die so young.” 

His lips curled into a slight smirk.

“Wouldn’t be surprised if she got killed by one of her friends,” the general scoffed. “Those savages she insisted so dearly to defend. How heroic. At least she died proving me right,” he added, his smirk turning even more grim. “Not that I ever doubted, anyways.”

Mars visibly cringed, his lips pressing into a thin line as he tried to keep his mask of loyal composure on. 

It was incredible. Incredible how Scott Higgs took any possible chance to blame everything on someone that did absolutely nothing to him — rather than existing. Just that mere fact, although, was considered an outrageous insult to human kind, given Scott’s ideals. 

Higgs pinched at the screen with his fingers, zooming out from the map, and leant against the long metal table. His broad frame casted a shadow on the electronic board behind him, partially obscuring the projected image.

“Well. Captain Erickson…” he prompted, stretching his arm in Mars’ direction, flexing his fingers in a clear gesture for him to hand the mission report.

Mars obeyed without any kind of complaint, and gave him the neatly folded — and accurately falsified — report of the scouting mission. The ‘scouting mission’ that was covering Mars’ little trip to the giant village and to that boy’s library. 

Higgs dismissed him with a nod, and flipped through the pages of the file quickly, almost carelessly. Then, he just exhaled slowly. 

“Well, one problem less. Right, Junior?

Sadie’s head jerked up abruptly, as if she was caught lost in thought. Well that was new — Mars thought. She was always so precise, never off guarded — especially during meetings. Something was on her mind, perhaps. And perhaps, it didn’t mean it was good. Mars bit his lip, his hands fidgeting slightly behind his back. She nodded, initially looking at Scott. But then, her sharp blue eyes moved slowly to meet the Captain’s own auburn ones.

Mars stiffened as he noticed how her brows furrowed, almost if she was studying him. Her gaze lingered on him for seconds that seemed hours, and he let out a string of curses under his breath, not audible to anybody else in the room except his mind. Junior almost never acknowledged anyone except general Higgs, slouching in that throne of superiority she built with his and her mother’s help since she was in the academy. And now? Now she kept her eyes stuck and still on him. Him, who, back in the academy, was nothing more than a nuisance.

In a normal situation, such attention by nobody less than Sadie Junior Howard — and we’re talking about a mere minute of staring — would have pumped up his ego. Being acknowledged by her would have probably made him feel important, but now he wasn’t so sure.

Maybe, just maybe, he didn’t enjoy how that scrutinising gaze landed on him because Mars was organising a full conspiracy against every single one of her superiors?

He swallowed hard, trying to keep his composure, never detaching from eye contact with the other soldier. That would have been suspicious. 

Mars felt utterly exposed now — he couldn’t deny it. 

-

“So,” the General prompted again, his voice rising in both pitch and volume as if the topic he was about to bring up was way more interesting.

He rubbed his hands together and straightened his posture.

 “Thanks to the latest Research Missions, we were able to locate the areas where the minerals that Dr Howard was analysing are in higher quantities.” 

He turned towards the screen again, and continued. 

“One of those precious sediments is right under the north-eastern settlement.” He tapped on the map, his finger drumming right against the village out of the forest. “What a shame,” he added, his tone etched with something close to sarcasm, “When the weapons I requested, the village will be our first target.”

Mars gritted his teeth. Fantastic. Not that he didn’t know Higgs’ intentions, but still, the thought made him uneasy. It was a bit egoistical, perhaps, but if really Higgs wanted to commit an inevitable manslaughter, he’d rather unleash it on a village that wasn’t hosting the damn rebellion’s only base.

They needed to be quicker. Maybe it was already too late. They had eight months. In theory, a long time. Practically, it was barely more than a minute to organise a whole resistance against a military chief. 

And fuck, Junior kept watching him. 

“Though,” the General continued, “It is clear that a large-scale operation like that won’t stay unnoticed by the natives. Therefore, it is equally clear that it will be crucial, and I repeat, crucial” — he reiterated, his expression darkened as he leaned forward, placing his hands on the long metal table — “that we mustn’t raise any kind of suspicion before we’re ready for the mission. They might be savages, but they’re not blind. And if they feel threatened, it’s impossible to believe they won’t react.”

Scott exhaled and crossed his arms, and after a brief pause, he started pacing slowly around the table.

“I will not tolerate any other… incident like the one involving Maya Strauss.” He declared, his voice cold, and he stopped right behind Sadie’s chair. He rested both hands on the backrest, leaning slightly towards her. 

The first thing Mars noticed was how Junior’s whole body stiffened, became rigid. Her gaze finally left him. Something wasn’t right. It was almost like… she felt exposed as well. 

“I will have the curfew checks doubled.” 

And so, Higgs kept yapping. About resources, about weapons, plans, whatever. Yet, Mars’ brain was completely disconnected. Despite how much he fought against himself to stay concentrated, now he was completely focused on Junior. Her eyes, her body language, every shift in her behaviour. If she knew something — anything, really — the whole rebellion would have fallen like a castle of cards before its very birth. Saying that the balance was precarious was more than an understatement. He cursed in his mind. This whole plan was a dare, a complete gamble. 

Not long passed before the whole squad was dismissed, anyways. Mars exhaled a sigh of relief, but he couldn’t help but keep an eye on Higgs and, most of all, Junior.

As he always did, almost on ritual, the General stopped her in her tracks, keeping her inside for their usual post-meeting private chat. 

He never did it, but that day Mars felt tempted by the idea of eavesdropping. Studying her body language wasn’t enough to state with certainty if she knew about their plans, but if she did, he was sure she wouldn’t have hesitated to report it to Higgs, like a dog retrieving a bone to its owner. 

Mars rolled his eyes. Was there anybody in the academy who could stand Junior? Hell no. 

He pressed his back against the nearby wall, pondering his options. He could try to spy and eavesdrop, but the risk of getting caught was too high, and most of all, it would have only confirmed the allegations with the rebellion Higgs now hypothetically knew about. Mars shook his head. The idea of waiting, and already imagining the worst, was unbearable. But he couldn’t risk getting caught — it was too hazardous.

Too bad. If he couldn’t know with certainty, he had to force himself to ignore the problem. You can’t cure something you don't know. 

Let’s just hope for the best. I'll have my answer when I get executed for treason against humanity.

Mars sighed again, adjusting his glasses as he started walking towards his quarters. He walked slowly, his hands curled into tight fists as he absentmindedly chewed on his lip. 

Just go on and hope for the best.

He kept repeating it in his mind like a mantra, trying to make the stress dissolve, so lost in his mind every sound echoing around him seemed muffled. 

Just hope for the best, you’re acting for the greater good. 

Mars finally stopped in front of his door. His hand reached for the ID in his right pocket. He placed it on the scanner, a green light flashing as the card was checked by the machine. 

The metal door slid open. Mars exhaled. Finally, some peace and privacy. — He thought. 

Before he could step inside, his breath hitched instinctively, his whole body freezing.

A cold, hard object pressed right on his side. A gun.

“Don’t you dare move a single muscle, or you’re a dead man.”

A low, feminine voice he rarely heard. He turned his head, slowly.

Junior.

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Costume Meta 7x02

We are short on the costumes to look at this week as we continue this multi episode arc, so this meta is going to be a pretty short one! I’ve had a pretty busy weekend, so things have worked out for me and its also the reason why I'm only posting this on a Tuesday evening!!!!

There are a few things to point out before I get to the main costumes - we have more bright pink in play here - on the Mom in the car that got hit by the drunk driver. I still have no idea what its trying to tell us a this point, but I have my eyes peeled for more bright pink to appear in the next couple of episodes and see if I can unravel its use.

On the non costume front, on the ship - its a yellow cable that leads to the bomb that ensures communication cannot be restored to the ship when nit explodes - the fact the communications engineer also dies, just re-emphaises the point. Communication is a key theme in this episode.

Back to costumes an in the same vein as the cable, we see Captain O’s deputy in his yellow rain coat when she gives the abandon ship order, and the yellow wire is prominent on the radio when she tells him to do so. He is now the one responsible for communicating her order to the rest of the ship and getting everyone onto the life boats. This is good and effective communication and we see the results of it as we are shown the ship being evacuated. 

Hen and Karen are the only ones we get in a new costume this week.

Lets start with Karen - its an interesting choice - we have her in this navy blue shirt and trousers combo with a brown belt. the top has blue and green Richelieu (cutwork) design on the sleeves and the trousers are also decorated with Richelieu. There are two things at play with this costume choice - the almost entirely navy outfit places her in the same category as Chim, Buck and Eddie. this is very very intentional - Karen mirroring/paralleling them places her in the same position they hold - Karen is meant to be there to show that Hens thought process is flawed and as an outsider to proceedings thats really important for the audience - we need to see that Hen isn't this flawless captain that we've been shown up to this point. The other thing it's designed to do is maintain Hen as separate from everyone else. This visual device helps the script re-enforce things so that when she is then spurred into trying to get hold of Bobby and Athena we are focused on her because of her 'otherness' visually she stands out and we obviously need her to to help drive the narrative forward.

The other thing with Karens costume is the green and blue Richelieu which creates this visual representation of storm clouds swirling and moving in - a subtle reference, not only to Hen's currently cloudy viewpoint on things, but also to the impending storm brewing out in the ocean around the cruise ship. I really love it when they can drop subtle hints like this in set and costuming!

THen we have Hen!

Putting her into her white tee, jeans, green sneakers and this printed silk jacket, and not showing her changing out of her uniform into said outfit while the rest of the firearm are still in uniform helps to separate her from the ‘three Judases’ its a really loud and obvious visual way of separating her from the not only the three boys, but also from the firehouse as a whole. The way the scene is set up helps with this as well -she is on the same side of the bench and room as Chim, Buck and Eddie, until they question her version of events (Eddie is the one to actually ask the question and he is the one dressed differently to Chim and Buck - this isn't about putting him in opposition to them, more just visually signalling that he's the one to ask the important question that we as viewers should be ready for) and then she moves away from them and becomes visually in opposition to them. Its the perfect example of costume, set and direction working in perfect harmony to tell the story visually - we don't actually need to hear whats been said, we can tell it all from the way its shown to us visually.

Hens jacket is a fascinating choice - it plays into a couple of themes we’ve seen in action over the two episodes we’ve had thus far. I did write a little bit about it when we got the first stills of it (which I now cannot find - stupid tumblr search!) but essentially it is a jacket that has various places around California - the golden gate bridge, the redwood trees in Yosemite, Lake Tahoe, etc. as well as the victorian style rose pattern running along the cuffs and edges of the jacket.

The pink roses are a really lovely touch - and one I picked up on specifically because Hen is not a flowery kind of person, so seeing them on her means they are important. Pink roses are generally considered to signify a strong friendship or family bond - something that is ultimately at the heart of matters - the fire family are just that - a family and they might have argument's etc, but they still love each other as a family and will go all out to be there for each other. Its a low key piece of

then we have all that water - do we even need to talk about its meaning?!! Its a literal visual play on the entire them of this arc - water! We all know that water is a really key theme that 911 uses a lot in its storytelling, whether thats big water based events such at the Tsunami or this cruise ship disaster, or smaller low key water theming such as the rain being present at so many of the disasters we see. I'm interested that we now have it appearing on Hen - because it hasn't really been connected to her in many of her personal story arcs (by this I mean arcs such as her deciding and training to be a doctor, Henren's journey through parenthood, the ambulance crash or even Karens lab blowing up last season) so its interesting that we're now seeing her pulled into the water theming in a visual way like this. It is also a play on the two aspects of this episode - there is the loud water theming of the Cruise ship, but there is also the fact Hen has landed in hot water/ deep water.

Hen is also wearing her 'H' necklace, not her 'K' one. This is important because her necklaces tend to be a visual indicator of what her arc is about - the 'H' is worn when it's about her specifically and not her marriage/ family, which is when we tend to see the 'K' heart pendant being worn.

Thats all from me this week! Thank you as always for reading and I hope you enjoyed the shortness of this post - I doubt many of the others will be this short 😂

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Telegrams - not the app

Since these are important for both Letters from Watson and Dracula Daily, as well as a chunk of other late Victorian/Edwardian literature, I thought I would share some useful notes on these.

Telegrams were the Victorian form of a direct message sent over the nascent telegraphic network, which was at this point all wires.

Various undersea cables had been laid by the 1890s, allowing messages to be sent across the Atlantic or even to Australia. However, bandwidth was limited.

These messages were by no means instant - you had to wait for them to be passed between operators and that could take a few hours - but they were much faster than post.

They were not cheap - you were charged by the word and there was a minimum charge. Unless you were a diplomat or military officer, messages were generally kept reasonably short. It would be for things like "I'm coming home on the next steamer" or "buy the thousand nunchucks" or "I'd like three rooms at the Golden Krone in Bistritz."

But you could also send someone birthday messages or wedding greetings. Or indeed petition governments.

You would either go to a post office and dictate the message to an employee, or you could complete a form with your message and a stamp to indicate you had pre-paid (books were available), then get your page boy to take it to the post office. Or put it in any letter box.

The telegrams would be delivered to the person's address or could be collected. For example, if you were staying at a hotel, you could get messages sent there and collect them from reception. You will sometimes see characters in old movies asking the receptionist if they have any messages for precisely this reason.

Many of these networks were operated by governments, especially in Europe. This had implications for privacy of course.

To shorten messages and ensure a degree of confidentiality, various commercial code books were available. Common abbreviations would also be used, like FWD, which still exist today.

STOP, COMMA etc. tended to be used by governments and the military rather than civilians.

While the traditional Morse code single key was still very common, various typewriter and other machines were in use by this time that sped up traffic considerably.