#Meat And Bone Cutting Machine For Home

[prokitchendeals]

The Meat And Bone Cutting Machine: A Must-Have For The Home Cook

Meat and bone cutting machines are essential in the kitchen for making delicious, tender meat and poultry. In this article, we will discuss some tips on how to get the most out of your machine, so that you can create beautiful dishes in no time

What is a Meat and Bone Cutting Machine?

If you're in the market for a Meat Bone Cutter Machine For Home there are a few things you should keep in mind. First, make sure the machine has the necessary horsepower. Second, consider what kind of blades or teeth it has. And finally, be sure to read the operator's manual carefully so you know how to use it properly. Here are some tips on getting the most out of your meat and bone cutting machine:

To start with, make sure your machine has enough horsepower. A machine that has less horsepower will not be able to handle tough cuts of meat as well. Secondly, consider what type of blades or teeth your machine comes equipped with. Some machines come with serrated blades that help cut through tougher meats more easily. Others may have straight razor-like blades that are perfect for finer cuts of meat. And lastly, always read the operator's manual carefully before using your machine. This will help familiarize yourself with all of its features and allow you to get the most out of your purchase.

[icycoldninja]

I'm not sure if requests are open so if not feel free to skip!

Can you do the dmc boys barely saving their s/o before death? Good ol angst/comfort for both parties

They're open for the time being. Enjoy.

Saving Reader from death headcannons (Sparda boys + V x Reader)

Warning: injury, blood, near death experiences

¤ Dante ¤

-He'd made a mistake, taking you out on a mission with him. He knew he shouldn't have, but you were so eager to go and gung ho about ripping up demons, he just couldn't bring himself to crush your spirits.

-Almost as soon as you two arrived on scene, the demons fell upon you like hungry wolves to a piece of meat, mauling you, clawing at you, chewing on you, and more.

-It was lucky Dante had the reflexes he did, otherwise you would have been nothing but a bloody corpse. He'd managed to shoot the demons, knock them back, and otherwise incapacitate them enough for him to reach you.

-You were hurt, badly, but still alive. Forgetting all about the mission, Dante scooped you into his arms and carried you off to the nearest hospital, where, thankfully, the doctors were able to treat you.

-Dante spent the remainder of your recovery sitting by your bed, holding your hand with all his strength, constantly apologizing for being so stupid.

-"I'm sorry, sweetheart, I'm so sorry. I was an idiot to put you in danger like that, I-I should've known better. From now on, you're staying home, where it's safe, OK? I...don't ever wanna have to see you like this again."

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil knew demons would stoop to low, low methods to get what they wanted, but he didn't think they'd go so far as to track down where you lived and attack you in your own home.

-He'd received a phone call from you while on his way back from a mission. Expecting a loving greeting, Vergil was met with panicked screaming from the other end; you, begging for him to come home quickly because the demons had found you.

-Vergil wasted no time in portaling over, and not a moment too soon, for he'd found you cornered in the kitchen, a demon's scythe just centimeters from your throat.

-Thankfully, Vergil worked quickly and cut the demon down where it stood, preventing you from meeting what would have surely been a horrific demise.

-He was so worried and afraid about your safety, he didn't even flinch when you collapsed into his arms, weeping and wailing about how terrified you were.

-"It's alright, my dove. You are safe. I'm home. There are no more demons, not anymore. Shhh."

□ Nero □

-Nero had invited you to come with him on a quick, innocent trip to the store for groceries, thinking it'd be a great opportunity to just hang out together.

-He had absolutely no clue that demons would choose to attack the supermarket of all places on that specific day.

-The demons came in from all sides, quickly flooding the store with their ranks. In under 5 minutes, the little menaces had toppled shelving, collapsed light fixtures, rammed people with shopping carts, flung frozen food at everyone, and barricaded the doors with fallen vending machines. While Nero worked to clear an exit, the demons snuck up from above and caused a large, industrial lamp to fall from the ceiling. You were half crushed by the metal monstrosity before you even knew it.

-Nero couldn't control himself and Triggered right then and there, devoting all his attention to pulling you out of under the large light fixture. Once he'd done so, he blew open the wall using something or other and raced you to the hospital, returning to deal with the demons shortly afterward.

-He then came back to the hospital to find you alive, but in pretty bad condition, most of the bones in your legs, but thankfully not your back, having been cracked, at the very least. Nero spent the next few months of your recovery stationed in a chair by the door, head in his hands, blaming himself for not being able to save you from injury.

-"God, I'm such an asshole. I'm sorry, baby, I screwed up big time. I'm such a freaking loser. I should have been faster, shoulda followed my instincts and yanked you outta there earlier. Why the fuck didn't I do that? I suck."

● V ●

-You and V were simply enjoying a pure and romantic moonlit walk together in the city.

-Then the demons showed up out of literally nowhere, taking the both of you by surprise as they surrounded you, claws brandished and fangs gnashing.

-V summoned his familiars to dispatch them, but it wasn't enough. Some slipped through his already thin defenses and struck you with their bloodstained weaponry, inflicting countless wounds upon your body.

-V managed to kill them all off before they could kill you, but still, you were badly hurt, and if he didn't get you medical help now, you could die from your wounds.

-He did his best to get you to the nearest hospital despite his crumbling body, nearly passing out on the doorstep in the process. The doctors said they could save you, and for that, V was glad, but at the same time, he felt angry at himself for not being able to do more for you.

-"Alas, Wanderer, if only this body wasn't as fragile as paper mache. I sorely wish I were stronger, for if I wasn't so weak, I might've been able to save you. Please, forgive me."

[aqua-the-smiter]

@kit-williams @egrets-not-regrets Alright kids, ask and ye shall receive. NSFW under the cut Breeding kink, semi-public sex, ruining Roboute's hardwood table Lion El'Johnson x female reader. Getting down and dirty with you on one of his brother's library tables. How rude. Divider by the lovely @squishyowl

"What is someone catches us?" You whine quietly, trying to keep your voice down.

"They won't if you're quiet." Lion reassured you from between your legs with a purr, before shoving his tongue back between them

He was eating you out like a tiger licking the meat off a bone while you were spread like a banquet over a table in one of Roboute Guilliman's numerous libraries. And judging by the little noises he was making, thoroughly enjoying himself. Thankfully, Guilliman, Horus, Lorgar, and Vulkan were all chattering away in another room.

Not that you weren't either, if your issues with volume were anything to go by.

His behavior still caught you off guard sometimes. He had been so proper when he was courting you. So...chivalrous. It sounded silly, but that was truly the best word you could use for it. Chivalrous.

Maybe it was because you were a knight pilot. Your family's history with the machines went back millennia, and you were damn proud of it too. That might of been it. He had wanted you to see him as a gentleman while he tried to win your heart (and you his, truth be told), so he treated you like a lady. It looked good in front of your family too. Your father was a wonderful man, but you had been his only daughter in a sea of sons.

Lion hadn't been anything other than perfectly respectful, to both your family and you. Whenever the two of you met up he would get on one knee and kiss the back of your hand in greeting. He did his best to kneel down whenever you spoke to him as well. He would always walk you back home after an outing, and never pushed you for anything more than kissing while you were still dating.

Although he had been more than pleased to finally have you on your wedding night. And on one of his brother's tables.

He was no knight now, that's for sure. You could feel his tongue slithering between your legs, licking and pressing at just the right spot underneath all the folds to have you cumming over and over again. Like he was holding down a button inside of you. Leaving you and overstimulated, quivering mess, and him lapping up your fluids like a cat with stolen cream.

Then his tongue was abruptly replaced with something rather bigger, and it took all your willpower not to squeal.

You wrapped your thighs around his hips as he sheathed himself fully in your, stretching you open with his huge cock. You were more than wet enough to make up for any lack of lubrication on his end. Before you'd gotten with him you had seen some of the other Primarchs with their wives and wondered how in the world they bedded their husbands. What you didn't expect was getting your answer first hand.

With great enthusiasm.

Lion leaned over you, nestling his face between your neck and shoulder. Sinking his teeth into the tender flesh there. Your legs tightened around his hips, yours bucking up to meet his thrusts as he hilted himself in your slick cunt again.

You almost enjoyed the thought of someone catching you. Seeing how good Lion fucked you. How a primarch took his bride. "It's about time-" He whispered in your ear again. Holding your hips in a vice to his while he filled you up with his seed. "-that we started making cubs anyway."

"No time like the present?" You managed to slur out.

"Exactly."

[bprinny]

A member of the Aeskulap tribe, circa the birth of the Matriarch. A tribe of healers, they lived in the ruins of the 37th District Medical Industrial Complex, a name from before the Great Collapse that held no meaning to the people who found their way there nine thousand years later. The Aeskulap moved into the complex roughly 200 years before the Matriarch was born, occupying the area around the main entrance and much of the ground floor and basement levels. The leader of the tribe sacrificed himself to create a Meat Cave and the Aeskulap settled in for good. They brought with them carefully guarded medicinal plants grown in pots and dirt stolen or bartered from geodomes, and combined them with the cryo-locked supplies left over, plus knowledge gained from communing with the few remaining ghosts that wandered the halls. The tribe has a culture of healing, mending cut flesh and setting broken bones. Putting things right, even though they inevitably fall apart. A great many of their rituals are based around cleanliness, or trying to purify themselves, and much of the water they collect from rainfall goes into these rituals.

The Aeskulap are part of an ethnic group that are descended from the xenos that helped bring about the Great Collapse ten thousand years ago, when man and machine rose up against each other and brought upon the end of the world. Through means unknown, their bodies and souls were rent and twisted into the shape of men, and they lived alongside the survivors ever since.

The Zemlyauk tribe lived in the upper levels of the 37th District Medical Industrial Complex, and had moved in there before the Aeskulap had, though not by much. They take care of a geological mutation called "Mother's Hair", where long strands of a silk-like substance, not unlike human hair, grows out of vents, pipes, ceiling panels, faucets, and other similar geological features. The tribe harvests and cultivates this material for trade and makes most of their clothing from it. In addition, their hair grows a much faster rate than other people, so they use it as a clothing material as well. They are expert weavers, and take great pride in their handling and cultivation of a holy material. They can be quite standoffish in their dealings with the other tribes, but are dependent on them for trade and protection. The Zemlyauk may be rude, but are willing to cooperate to ensure the safety of their home. In Vechernaya's time, they are ruled by a cruel and bitter crone, older than anyone else in the complex, who wields family and tribal politics like a cudgel to get her way.

The Zemlyauk are part of an uncommon ethnic group that are noteworthy for having four eyes and fast growing hair of a variety of colors. A common mutation is extra arms, usually one or two additional pairs.

The Opiliones Tribe is the third of the three tribes that lives in the medical complex where Vechernaya lives, and is the most numerous. They lived there before either of the other two tribes, but mostly kept to what was once the custodial areas. They didn't realize the Zemlyauk had moved in until it was too late to force them out, but welcomed the Aeskulap in willingly, once one of the Aeskulap volunteered to sacrifice themselves to become a Cave Heart. The Opiliones traditionally got sustenance and resources by making a dangerous trek to a nearby Bone Forest to carefully saw down the trees there, then bringing them back to the medical complex. When the other two tribes moved in this task became easier, and even though this meant less resources for the rest of the tribe, they were willing to share. Aside from the bone forest, they also scavenge the ruins for any dead bodies, whether human or monster, and bring them back to be broken down for food and materials. They make use of scavenged supplies left over from some previous empire, either pre or post Collapse, it is not known.

The Opiliones ethnic group is fairly close to baseline humanity, with the only know variance being a commonality of height; almost all members of the tribe are at least 6 feet/1.8 meters tall. They are noted for having fair complexions and generally agreeable manners.

The fourth tribe are the Dorozvoin, a semi-nomadic tribe of raiders that occasionally harassed the tribes living in the medical complex. They made their way through the urban wastes in a convoy of pre and post collapse machines, mostly cars, bikes, and small walkers. They typically fight from their mounts using crossbows and pipe rifles built out of scrap. They have a very communal lifestyle and share belongings amongst their own tribe quite willingly. Although they have a much more antagonistic relationship with the other three tribes, even they have had some mutual cooperation in the past against greater outside threats. The tribal chieftain when Vechernaya started consolidating the tribes was a petty warlord who exiled his daughter after her mother died, and was thought of as a terror even among his own people. Vechernaya offered to let the Dorozvoin settle down in the medical complex as long as they agreed to become part of the greater state Vechernaya was building, but the tribal chief refused, so Vechernaya slew him, went out into the wastes to find his exiled daughter, and brought her back, adopting her and assimilating the Dorozvoin into her nation.

The Dorozvoin ethnic group, like the Opiliones, are essentially unchanged from baseline humanity, aside from the slight mutations caused from being born on Korsun. There are other tribes of their ethnic group living nearby, but the Dorozvoin tribe were the largest.

The Povonochnik tribe are the 5th tribe brought into Vechernaya's family, though not the 5th tribe assimilated into her empire. They lived in a section of the city a dozen floors below the medical complex where Vechernaya lived, though damage to the city and structures made it difficult for her to reach them easily. Vechernaya enlisted the aid of tribesmen to help her reach them, since making her way to the Povonochnik would have taken too long otherwise. She was first alerted to their presence when the protector AI that watches over the tribe reached out to her in her dreams. The Povonochnik are divided into two groups, artificially created synthetic humans (synners), and naturally born organic humans (apostics) that have been captured by the tribe and forced to undergo a medical procedure that assimilates them into the group mind of the tribe. It's not a proper hive mind, everyone retains their individuality, but thoughts can be freely shared among members of the tribe and emotions and physical sensations are very easily transferred between individuals based on proximity. The tribe communicates amongst themselves with this pseudo telepathy and mostly ignores outsiders if at all possible. They have access to advanced medical technology and stockpiles, but time has taken its toll on where they live. The tribe used to only be made up of synthetics, but failing manufacturing pods forced them to capture outsiders to try and keep their numbers up. Occasionally they will try and reproduce amongst themselves, but the implants that let them communicate with each other over long distances also transmit the pain of childbirth, meaning any members of the tribe near a woman from that tribe who is giving birth feel the same pain she does, which makes it taking care her and the child very difficult. One of the reasons the guardian AI reached out to Vechernaya was so that her people, who did not have the tribal implants, would assist in this manner, as well as providing the protection her empire could give them. The Povonochnik have not made themselves particularly welcome to the various tribes that live near them, and attempting to join Vechernaya's empire is a last ditch effort to keep from being wiped out by the enemies they've made.

The Povonochnik can grow their own clothing and food in repurposed manufacturing tanks, making them one of the few tribes with no concerns of resource shortages.

All members of the Povonochnik tribe, whether organic or synthetic, share a common physical attribute: A spinal implant, attached along the base of the neck to about half way down the spine. This biomechanical implant fuses with the hosts nervous system and grows along with the host, so it's easier and cheaper to do this when an individual is very young, or still gestating in the case of the synthetics. Synthetics are distinguished from the organic members of their tribe by the complete lack of melanin in their skin; they are as white as polished bone. They are androgynous, and it is difficult to distinguish male from female.

The Nikiburi tribe are one of the many nomadic groups that live on the great iron snakes that wind their way through the long and dusty tunnels that are carved through the Korsun megastructure, following an inscrutable schedule that only the metal beasts know. The Nikiburi snake brings them close to the medical complex that the Aeskulap live in, and the tribes have often traded goods with one another over the years. The Nikiburi have a special connection with Vechernaya, as it was a new mother among the Nikiburi who nursed Vechernaya after she was born, since her own mother had died giving birth to her.

The Nikiburi wanted to live in peace with their snake, but it was being possessed by a spirit that demands total obedience from them, lest it "revokes their ticket" and tosses them out the of the snake, often leaving the helpless victim stranded miles from any nearby tribe. So long as they abide by the rules of the spirit, it brings them back the snake's den, where it brings allows the snake to eat and drink from the vast stores of Pre-Collapse materials stored there. These stores are then "digested" by the snake so that the people living in it can eat them safely. It also replaces any lost or damaged clothes with Pre-Collapse clothes, affording the snake riders a level of comfort and safety that is extremely uncommon among Korsun...as long as they never leave the iron snake.

Vechernaya snuck aboard the Nikiburi snake to confront the spirit that were keeping them trapped there, to try and free the snake from its control. Riding the snake back to its den, she confronted the spirit and defeated it, forcing it back to its original, benevolent state, and allowing the Nikiburi to come and go from their snake as they please, though most preferred to stay on what they considered their home.

The Nikiburi had many stories about the different parts of Korsun they had seen, and knew much about the ways of maintaining the simpler machinery along the snake paths, including the great behemoths themselves. They are a tightknit, familial community, and open to outsiders, as long as the follow the rules and don't cause problems. Being assimilated into Vechernaya's empire didn't change much of their day to day life, aside from being able to leave their snake without fear of being abandoned.

Ethnically, they descend from the same people as Vechernaya's tribe, the Raatka. Very little surviving information about the xenos that came to be the Raatka exists, and what remains is shrouded in myth and hearsay. All that is known for sure is that they "moved like shadows", and were said to be possessed by a terrible hunger, which is what drove them to the surface and into contact with humanity.

The 7th tribe, the Kukarasu, were not a tribe at all, but thirteen outcast harpies that had wandered into the territory of Vechernaya's empire. Discovered by a scouting party, they were not hunted down but instead adopted by the Matriarch, with the youngest of their number being blessed with the blood of Vechernaya herself, becoming her daughter. They quickly became the fiercest and most loyal warriors in the Ossian empire, eager to prove that Vechernaya's mercy was not misplaced. Their numbers would explode in the years after their assimilation, and they would quickly become one of the most powerful of the royal houses.

Ossian harpies were used as a aerial scouting and harassment elements, with older harpies taking to the frontlines as heavy shock troops. Integration with the rest of society was difficult, as centuries of conflict and prejudice required a great deal of effort to overcome. Their position as part of the Matriarch's own family helped in this regard, but divisions in how to treat the bird women existed all the way up to the first Baptism War.

Harpies are considered baseline humans in the Ossian empire, despite their many physiological differences from the rest of humanity, and one of the biggest is that they do not experience senescence. Harpies get bigger and stronger as they age, leading to a host of logistical and housing issues as they simply grow out of clothes and living spaces. Harpies in the armed forces often require a second logistics chain of equipment specifically built to their body shape. This cost is usually considered a worthy investment, both for the physically prowess they bring, in addition to their ferocious loyalty to the state.

The 8th tribe were the Exomortis, and they put up the fiercest resistance to Vechernaya's dominion. The Exomortis were the closest to being a proper state in the city district where Vechernaya lived,  and conflicts between the two groups were common. The Exomortis had a heritage dating back to the Wars of the Singing Flesh, when the Temple Builders (the male psychic counterparts to the female Dream Eaters) tried to seize control of the planet by turning people into mutated horrors. The tribe are descendants of some who actively fought in those wars, and are prepared to fight against any who attempt to disrupt the social order, particularly those who use magic or psychic powers. It didn't take long for news of what Vechernaya was doing to reach their ears. At first they did nothing, for they assumed that the gods living in the steel ring that stretched across the sky would punish her with fire from the stars for daring to unite the tribes, as had happened with many people before her. As her nation grew larger and larger and swallowed up more and more territory, they began to worry about being taken over themselves. The final straw was when Vechernaya began intentionally creating more Dream Eaters. They mobilized their people to try and stop her, but by that point it was too late and her nation was far larger and more organized than they were. Vechernaya had to personally slay their chief in battle, and completely surround the building the Exomortis lived in, before any attempts at diplomacy could be made. They were fiercely independent and proud, but they had to be brought into the empire.

The Exomortis took their name from the suits of armor they wore fashioned from the bodies of fallen Machine Life that dated back to the Great Collapse. The armor may have been 10,000 years old, but it was made in a different time, from the height of mankind's power, and still held up as being some of the strongest materials you could make something out of.

(Artwork by @manya_tai, go commission her!)

[fieldsofview]

Spider-Man: Homesickness Ch 16 OUT NOW!!

Rated M | 20 Chapters | CW: Graphic Depictions of Violence | Five years after No Way Home The week that Peter finally learns to let people in again, despite kicking and screaming the whole way

Chapter 16 Teaser! I'm so excited this chapter is out now, it's one of my favorites.

READ ON AO3 HERE

(MAJOR SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 16 BELOW THE CUT)

He’s always known that the spell is only buying him time. Someday, he’ll slip up. He’ll make one too many mistakes. And then, the world will know. Again.

He just needs to make sure that no one gets caught in the crossfire.

So, if this is it, well-

She’s more important.

He catches Mary’s eyes again, still watching him with that expression he can’t place.

Breathing deep, he steadies himself, readying to make a break for it.

Dimly, behind him, rattling metal wheels and several pairs of heavy footsteps careen through the busted doors and across the crackling broken glass. There’s shouting, counting, beeping, and some kind of machinery wheezing air.

Officer Darren’s grip on his wrists slackens and Peter uses the distraction to slide sideways and duck out of his grasp. Turning, he deftly dodges Darren’s swipe at his arm and comes face to face with several EMTs carting out a dark-haired man on a rolling gurney, oxygen machine and who knows what else attached and wired on.

Peter sidesteps, half pirouetting to avoid colliding with any of the EMTs, and starts for the doors, ignoring the officers’ shouts behind him.

He barely takes his first step before someone walks through the door, several paces behind the EMTs.

MJ.

Relief floods through him at the sight of her, melting the tension from his bones.

She’s okay. She’s alive.

Numbly, she takes barely a step past the threshold and falls to her knees, face blank, collapsing in on herself.

He sprints the remaining distance and slides to his knees next to her, uncaring of the biting shards of glass. He folds himself around her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and tucking his face into her neck, clutching as tightly as he dares allow himself to. Her weight leans into him, limp, and she lets her forehead fall to his shoulder with a thud and tucks her chin to her chest.

“You’re okay. You’re okay. You’re okay,” he repeats into her hairline like a prayer.

She lets out a long shaky breath, rattling and damp in the small pocket of air between their collar bones.

“Fuck, I- I thought- I thought- I thought I lost you again. I just got you back and- and I thought I lost you. But-” He sucks in his own shaky breath and huffs a small almost-laugh. “You’re here, you’re fine, you’re okay. I- I can’t-”

Stiffly, her fingers drag up his back and twist in the fabric of his shirt as she presses closer to him. The bridge of her nose is buried so deep into the meat of his shoulder that it must hurt, but he doesn’t care and she doesn’t relent. Her shoulders shake and he clutches tighter. Another long breath, choked at the end.

“MJ, you- you can’t do that again. I- I- fuck, I can’t. I can’t take it. You scared the shit out of me. I just got you back and I thought- I don’t know what I thought.”

She mumbles into the fabric of his shirt, barely audible even to Peter, “I just kept going. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know. I couldn’t stop. I didn’t know. I just kept going and going and going and going and-”

“MJ.”

She sucks in another rattling breath, whistling through her teeth, and her whole body trembles in his arms.

“Hey, hey, hey, you’re okay. You’re okay. You’re out. You’re safe. You’re here.” He presses a kiss to the closest spot he can reach, barely tilting his face to meet her hairline just above her ear. “Talk to me, MJ. What happened?”

[tma-entity-song-poll]

Battle of the Fear Bands B3R3: The Flesh

Skeleton Appreciation Day in Vestal, NY:

"bones bones bones! let me see your bones!"

An Interlace of Bones:

Lyrics below the line!

Skeleton Appreciation Day in Vestal, NY:

To cut down on my silhouette My favorite foods are smoke and hearts My leftover frets forget stiletto-self vendettas While my cracking backbone lacks but backs up my false starts All nightmares start as dreams and I hear my subconscious screaming They say that beauty's just skin deep So naturally, please show me your Bones, bones, bones, let me see your bones Well, I don't wanna know if the feeling follows home Bones, bones, bones, hell, we're all alone If I come home, baby, will you show your bones? Lumps in throats and petticoats Your baby teeth would pray for you A selfish book is always open and some of the best liars only want the truth All love starts as a scheme So wake me up, I'm tired of sleeping They say that beauty's just skin deep So obviously please show me your Bones, bones, bones, let me see your bones Well, I don't wanna know if the feeling follows home Bones, bones, bones, hell, we're all alone If I come home, baby, will you show your bones? All nightmares start as dreams, all love starts as a scheme Give me all your LSD so I can feel my mind unweave again They say that beauty's just skin deep So Ana stands and rends the rancid meat from her Bones, bones, bones, I can see my bones Well I don't wanna know if the feeling follows home Bones, bones, bones, hell, we're all alone If I come home, baby, will you show your bones? My bones, your bones Tell me you can see my bones My bones, your bones Tell me you can see them

An Interlace of Bones:

Take my flesh and shake it out Put it in the washing machine My heart is drying on the line While my skin is spinning clean Skeletons are hard to sleep with Bones are all that we have left Shin bones, pelvis, heavy femurs The chuckle of your fingers leaves me bereft I feel the cutting of your cheekbones On the temple of my skull The empty space of unlocked ribcage Once our hearts had made so full And in the morning we'll wake early Leave the curtains closed again Slowly wrap our muscles round our bones We'll take our organs from the wash Freshly laundered, clean as new And carefully replace them in their hollows Because this night will be our last We felt the need to wash the marks Of all the secrets shared together From our bodies and our hearts The teeth-bite bruise on lips and necks The sharp caress on shivering limbs If left too long after we're gone Would fray the fabric of our skin And in the morning we'll wake early Dress our skeletons again Trying not to catch each other's eye We'll smooth out wrinkles, settle seams Rewire our newly polished veins Cause we've already said our last goodbyes Over and again, over and again, over and again I'm just a bag of bones now Over and again, over and again, over and again I don't want you to go now Over and again, over and again, over and again You say it's better this way Over and again, over and again, over and again I'm just a bag of bones now Our memories of love are washed out, we're strangers now (Our skeletons remember) Lace and tie and zip our flesh back into place (Even if our love is over) Put on our clothes (I don't want you to go now) Open the door (You say it's better this way) Sharing secrets no more (I don't want you to leave me) I'd rather keep these memories instead of being clean and empty When we're clean and finally spotless, I give you one last kiss There's nothing, no response From the clean, soft flesh that used to be your lips

[bracketsoffear]

Since my submission didn't make it I'm pasting it here because I need people to know about the trollhunters book and how fucked up their version of Gunmar is

First up he looks like this:

Titles include: Gunmar the Black, the Hungry One, He Who Sups of Blood, the Untangler of Entrails

He's a troll trying to invade the human world to "feast at will".

Him and his followers kidnap and eat humans with a preference for children (190 of them the last time he tried to take over). He's about the size of a building, his spit is boiling, he can retract his spine and he sits on a throne made from their bones. Other trolls' bodies mutate just from being in his proximity. They've rebuilt the Machine, a giant meat grinder with pipes leading directly to Gunmar's maw, which are at that point filled with 45 year old kids meat mixed with rat meat (and other body parts, there's teeth in there).

When the protagonists cut open his belly there are hundreds of tinier versions of him inside.

Some body parts of his can move despite being separated from him (like his eye) and can latch onto other living beings giving him partial control over them, also like all trolls unless his gallbladder is destroyed he can completely reform his body.

The entire book starts with a page-long paragraph on how You are Meat and the later descriptions are just as visceral:

'You are food. Those muscles you flex to walk, lift, and talk? They’re patties of meat topped with chewy tendon. That skin you’ve paid so much attention to in mirrors? It’s delicious to the right tongues, a casserole of succulent tissue. And those bones that give you the strength to forge your way in the world? They rattle between teeth as the marrow is sucked down slobbering throats. These facts are unpleasant but useful. There are things out there, you see, that don’t cower in holes to be captured by us and cooked over our fires. These things have their own ways of trapping their kills, their own fires, their own appetites.'

(Gunmar quotes)

'It is believed that Gunmar chose to center his clan in San Bernardino specifically to spite the self-satisfied pacifists who populated the local underworld. Whatever the reason, he and his minions wasted no time stealing children. One per month for the first three months. Then one per week. By the time 1969 began, several children were disappearing every week in San Bernardino, each one of them dragged screaming to a hidden underground labyrinth and caged for weeks before being grilled over an open flame and eaten.'

'The Killaheed Bridge had been the ancestral home of Gunmar the Black in the far northern region of Scotland known in Gaelic as A’ Ghàidhealtachd . It is where he murdered every blood relative, erasing his surname in favor of “the Black,” and began the Gumm-Gumm cult with himself as the principal deity.'

'It was the soggy voice of one who’d spent decades gnawing on his tongue. Gunmar the Black, the Hungry One, saw me, smelled me, wished to eat me. From somewhere within the pupil’s void I could hear the splintering whack of what I knew was his wooden arm. He was aching to add another few slash marks of conquer, and as much as he’d prefer to do it in person, he wasn’t strong enough yet, so he’d just use this handy, four-ton puppet.'

'Even without the plateau, the Hungry One would’ve outsized us all. He sat upon a throne of yellowed bones collected from the 190 kids who died during the Milk Carton Epidemic, and with long icicle teeth he gobbled at the meat that spattered across his face and chest. The “Black” of his title was metaphorical; his skin glistened a deep, blistered red. With each swallow, his limbs convulsed along several unexpected joints—two elbows to each arm, a scabby, wrinkled knee on each leg, and all of them adept at bending in any direction. His crooked spine elongated and retracted like a periscope, rifling the thick porcupine spikes that ran from the back of his head all the way down his back. Luxuriously he spread the six arms that sprouted from his sinewy chest, each of which was encumbered with seeping tumors, except for the topmost left arm, which, as promised, was a weathered block of wood marked with his numerous kills. Gunmar’s jaw dropped open to reveal the mangled tongue that he’d been chewing on in resentment for over four decades.'

'The braids of their hair were hardened by dried blood and their bodies had mutated from residing too close to Gunmar: scabs birthed extra eyes, sores sprouted extra fingers, rashes gleamed with newly grown teeth.'

'Gunmar’s humungous jaw grinded and the stake-sized teeth fought for placement. His single eye blazed as he rose from his throne. Six sausage-stained arms, including the wooden one, spread open as if preparing to greet his attacker with an embrace. The Eye of Malevolence leapt from Gunmar’s shoulder and scuttled in gleeful circles through its master’s boiling drool.'

'But the spines along Gunmar’s back sprung outward like a regiment of bayonets and I heard the excruciating sounds of several of Blinky’s tentacles being torn in half.'

'What was not expected were the dozens—no, hundreds—of tiny trolls that fell from the opened cavity. The first few thumped off Jack’s helmet, wiggling and mewling, and Jack just stood there, shocked stupid. But as they continued to pour, Jack backed away, picking the parasites off his armor and flinging them to the ground in disgust. In seconds, the little trolls were everywhere, writhing in the grass, blinking tiny new eyes at the strange world around them.'

'Each was the size of a baseball and an exact copy of Gunmar: glistening red body, six little arms, a cape of quills flexing experimentally along its back. Worse, each of the beasties appeared to grow larger with each breath, as if the smell of so much human meat were enough to fortify their young bodies. Gunmar shook his torso so that a few more babies fell to the field, and he grinned down like a proud papa.'

'Blinky was struggling to his feet to our right, but the three of us still looked pretty wretched when compared to Gunmar, who stood shivering above us as if sobbing over the destruction of his infernal litter.' (they got lawnmowered)

'Gunmar lorded above us, blood streaming from between his teeth and down a torso that, emptied of babies, flapped with loose flesh. He’d lost control and was flailing about, stamping his feet like an infant, flogging himself front and back with his double-jointed arms, quills extending and flattening with the sound of a hundred falling guillotines. He spread his limbs and swooped down at us, big as a fireworks finale.'

'Gunmar the Black had waited forty-five years, but here it was at last: the final demolishing of the trollhunters, no more difficult than a little kid’s squashing worms on the playground. Afterward, he and his kind would infest the surface of the earth, gorging themselves on the meat of man and growing fat and surly in the way of the Old World. He lifted a foot over the nearest trollhunter—me—aiming so that when my runny guts squirted out they would bleed into those of the hundreds of his slaughtered offspring.'

'Gunmar’s body swayed and his six arms tried to push his skull back together to cover the exposed brain. His manifold hands, though, became confused and tussled with one another before giving up. Then the mighty lord of the Gumm-Gumms, the Hungry One, He Who Sups of Blood, the Untangler of Entrails, Gunmar the Black wavered in place for a long moment before dropping to his back with all the ceremony of a chopped tree.'

'It took only a few slices to carve out Gunmar’s heart; the leathery, tubed organ skipped around in an attempt to dodge my blade.'

(The Machine or Meat quotes)

'We climbed over a berm of melted steel and found ourselves behind a conveyor belt, a crudely sewn patchwork of stained textiles that shuttled cargo into a large tin funnel. At the moment the belt was empty of everything except greasy stains, but nonetheless I followed the progress. The funnel fed into a thundering box the size of a treehouse, held together with railroad spikes and constructed from miscreant metals: a dented go-cart frame, a child’s red wagon, a neon sign from a strip club. Scorched wires snaked in and out, while virulent fumes poured from electrical circuits gone haywire. The box shook like a laundry machine about to explode and I could hear from inside it the whirring of saw blades and the music-box plinking of a grinder churning through gristled remains. It all led to a spout on the other end.'

'A corroded pipe held aloft by spindly stilts ran from the Machine, and from inside it I could hear the squish of pulpy matter. It stunk like death, but I leaned toward a section of pipe that had been rusted away. Inside was meat, a lumpy sausage equal parts red muscle, white bone, and gray tendon mashed together with the multicolored gristle of internal organs. The fleshy sludge slugged through the pipe in uneven spurts as the Machine shoved it along. The kaleidoscopic viscera dazed me, and so I was caught unaware when the meat squirted forward and revealed something else sunk into the ground flesh.'

'I couldn’t help but see what he wanted me to see: loose teeth, embedded in the meat, white as pearls. This made me all the sicker until the meat rolled and I saw that the teeth were tiny and pointed. “Rats!” Jack shouted. “The meat is mostly rats!” Within the threads of muscle I saw a long pink tail. “Can’t you smell it?” Jack demanded. “This meat is ancient. Left over from the last war. He’s had to cut it with animal parts to keep him strong until the Killaheed is finished. Which means your friends aren’t in there, not yet.'

'From the open end of the pipe, clods of meat plopped like wet dog food into the open mouth of Gunmar the Black.'

'Their mouths were crusted with unidentifiable slop, evidence that Gunmar had been fattening them with tasty stuffing before making sausage of them in the Machine. These children and teens hadn’t been buried, they’d been planted so that the rich dirt and underworld clay could properly season their bodies for the troll palate.'

'yummy tubes of fresh meat packed into shirts, pants, jackets, and hats.'

This book could be a Flesh Leitner

.

[silvernyxchariot]

Hi, hello. I'm tossing and turning while staring at the walls in a dark room when I should be asleep yet again. So, here's another late-night headcanon.

Modern AU

Kars would be a bioengineer/biomedical engineer.

Esidisi would be a restaurant owner and 3 Michelin 🌟 chef.

Wamuu would be an anthropology or philosophy professor.

And Santana, although the black sheep, would eventually be a vet tech, veterinarian, or in some way shape or form work with animals.

Reasoning below the cut ⏬️

I know some people like to focus on the Pillarmen's fighting and physical capabilities, they come from the part of JJBA literally called "BATTLE TENDENCY " and subsequently base the Pillarmen's modern au job after that. But what about their overall personalities and interests?

Kars is presented as a prodigy of the Pillarmen and strives to "overcome the sun and overcome his/the Pillarmen's fears." Not only is he strong and capable, but he also invented and created the stone masks that set the entire series into motion. He strives to better himself and his kin, so why not a bioengineer? I mean a simple Google search yields, "Bioengineers and biomedical engineers typically do the following: Design equipment and devices, such as artificial internal organs, replacements for body parts, and machines for diagnosing medical problems." I think his intelligence is neglected by the fandom in favor of "he's a gigachad that's also kind of a God-complex dick." Definitely does martial arts on the side because he likes to drop kick people. It's good for when he's stressed or angry.

Esidisi is deemed (or self-proclaimed, idrc, I'm too tired) the "Burning King" or "Esidisi of the Flame," but instead of burning people to a crisp, he's in the kitchen. Able to slice apart meats or whole ingredients without damaging a single item. Do you know his nervous system form? Think of it that way; he's good at separating the skin from meat from fat from bone from ligaments and so on. I definitely think he can be a television and social media personality, like Gordon Ramsey and. . . Yeah, that's it, that's all I care to remember. 😂 He's openly condescending, but don't let that fool you. Encouraging father figure in those kid chef shows on FoodNetwork and is really passionate about what he does. He could have denied Wamuu's request to let Joseph live, but he followed along with it and even added his own ✨️spice✨️ to the equation (the ring on Joseph's windpipe).

Someone on this website made a point about how the Pillarmen's culture, stories, and heritage were all wiped out because Kars and Esidisi pulled a near genocide. Due to Wamuu's sense of honor, I think he'd work well in a historical or anthropological career. . . . . . Did I just describe Jonathan?/rh Anyway, trying to help others grasp their past and heritage while also understanding the past himself because he and Santana are adopted by their gay dads 💅. He'd also make a great teacher because he does care. He cared enough to let Joseph live and train so they could battle again.

Santana, still the "guard dog" and the one left behind by fathers that favored his older brother over him, is the "black sheep" in the sense that he never really knew what to do with his future in such a successful family, feeling inferior or overwhelmed living in everyone's shadow. He even found himself in juvenile detention a couple of times. After graduating from school, he kind of just disappeared into the world to travel before coming home and getting his life back together where he eventually decided to work with animals because "humans suck." [insert cheesy ass fuck Hallmark romance movie where the MC falls in love with the buff guy who likes animals, I'm thinking horses specifically for Santana but doggos are good too]

Not to say that they're not BUFF Fucking Gym Rats in modern au. They definitely are, but I wanted to focus on their personalities and overall vibes as characters. And Wamuu is the sweetest boi that will help you with your sets or get you to open up if you're really shy about going to the gym. He also joined a boxing club. Kars tends to scoff at people when they don't know how to use the equipment.

[kcyars19992]

Skip to main content

Search Opener

MUSIC

CULTURE

VIDEO

MAGAZINE

EVENTS

SHOP

SUBSCRIBE

10 CRIMINALLY UNDERRATED RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE SONGS

photograph by Lindsay Brice/Getty Images

Follow Rage Against the Machi… 

on Bandsintown 

text ELI ENIS

July 11, 2022 

Rage Against the Machine don't have a bad song to speak of. Throughout their four-album catalog — including 2000 covers record, Renegades — the band's winning formula of righteous, riff-slingin' rap-metal and bird-flippin' attitude aimed toward the powers that be hasn't yielded a single cut that truly feels underwhelming. Still, there're definitely several that don't get their deserved amount of time in the spotlight.

Beyond "Bulls on Parade" and "Killing in the Name," these are 10 incredible, catchy, hard-hitting, lyrically nourishing Rage anthemsthat feel criminally underrated within the general discourse about this iconic band.

"Fistful of Steel"

Rage Against the Machine's 1992 debut is their most universally beloved release, so there aren't too many songs on this front-to-back masterpiece that truly don't get their shine. "Fistful of Steel," however, is one that gets sometimes lost in the outstanding shuffle. It doesn't have a signature one-liner or an animalistic breakdown — just a great riff with plenty of meat on its bones and a groove that swings like a pickaxe hitting cold, hard dirt. 

"Township Rebellilon"

"Township Rebellion" is another overlooked deep cut from their self-titled album that's every bit as heavy and incisive as the celebrated bangers that precede it. Its instructive refrain — "Why stand on a silent platform?/Fight the war, fuck the norm" — is a salient retort to anyone who questions the band's productive feistiness. And that screamed climax is chilling. 

"Down Rodeo"

Rage's second album, 1996's Evil Empire, boasts one of their most iconic anthems, "Bulls on Parade," but overall, the record is less immediate and more cerebral than their debut, with instrumentation that's built to serve de la Rocha's increasingly dense rapping, and therefore features less of Morello's hard-rock riffing. It can get glossed over for that reason, which is unfair to a funky all-timer like "Down Rodeo," featuring what's perhaps de la Rocha's deepest-cutting lyric — "These people ain't seen a brown-skin man since their grandparents bought one." 

"Wind Below"

"Wind Below" is an even more criminally overlooked piece of gold from Evil Empire. Morello's ringing lick sounds like John Carpenter murder scene music, while Tim Commerford's bassline sounds aqueous, bubbly and melt-in-your-speakers sexy. Of course, de la Rocha is up there rapping presciently about trade deals that fucked over workers and calling out corporations like "ABC's new thrill rides of trials and lies." 

"No Shelter"

Beyond being a kickass song that sits nicely between the elastic funk of Evil Empire and the hair-whipping rock of the Ballad of Los Angeles, "No Shelter" might be the greatest protest maneuver the band have ever pulled off. It was written for the soundtrack of the 1998 Godzilla film, but rather than submitting a vapid banger to soundtrack reptilian carnage, the track is a vicious takedown of corporate cinema, decrying "the thin line between entertainment and war" and even going so far as to call out the film cutting the check — "Godzilla, pure mothafuckin' filler/To keep ya eyes off the real killer." Righteous.

"Born of a Broken Man" 

On 1999's the Battle of Los Angeles, Rage's third and final album of original material, they leaned into many of the more accessible hard-rock elements of their debut, penning stadium-ready rippers like "Guerilla Radio" and "Sleep Now in the Fire" that understandably became fan favorites. "Born of a Broken Man" should be, too. The way de la Rocha's whispery verses explode into full-throated yells when the main riff detonates is utterly thrilling, and the dynamics of this song overall are some of their most subtle and musically rewarding. 

"New Millenium Homes" 

With a front half as energetic and anthemic as the Battle of Los Angeles', it's no wonder that the album's more subdued side B gets overlooked in the grand scheme of their catalog. That's too bad, because a track like "New Millennium Homes" has the funky-ass riff, catchy-ass delivery, and incendiary lyrics — "Violence in all hands/Embrace it if need be" — to compete with the likes of "Testify" and "Know Your Enemy." 

"Ashes in the Fall"

The next song on Battle might be even better. The freaky delay on Morello's squeaky lick gives it a psychedelic, alien-like effect, and the drumming has a jazzy freeness to it that isn't common in Rage songs of this era. Morello goes full Hendrix as the song builds with a jittery unpredictability, and de la Rocha offers up hip-hop meta-ness with his repetition of, "This is the new sound/Just like the old sound." It's a bit experimental, and it pays off. 

"Street Fighting Man"

While Rage Against the Machine and the Rolling Stones certainly emanate similar levels of swagger and have a shared love of the blues, the former were always more interested in providing a soundtrack for property destruction than the sex-and-drug-filled parties of the latter. Therefore, it was the Stones' protest jam, "Street Fighting Man," that Rage gravitated to for Renegades. Of all the heavy transformations on the covers LP, the band are content to just boogie here, resulting in one of their most purely fun rippers.

"Darkness"

Before Rage Against the Machine reworked and re-recorded it for the soundtrack to Nineties goth touchstone The Crow, "Darkness" was known as "Darkness of Greed" and appeared on the L.A. political firebrands' 1991 demo tape. But even before that, it was played live in a rawer, more uptempo form by de la Rocha's O.C. hardcore-punk band Inside Out. While still characteristically scathing and seething, Rage's version features a uniquely mellow and jazzy verse instrumentation, making for a true standout.

Rage Against the Machine

Sent from my iPhone

[totallynotsilversora]

I said a small bit of it on Twitter but trust me it gets even better:

The reason Cook and his men get wrecked during this third visit is because when they first visited it was during the Makahiki season aka harvest season which meant NO THROWING HANDS AT ALL and you better be nice to everyone or the gods smite you (also aside from it being considered a sacred time you also need all the men you can get when it comes to harvesting so best not to kill anyone).

Anyways Cook and his crew coming in during Makahiki made them appearing to be gods all the more viable, but ofc not everyone was fooled.

Especially this random seven some odd feet tall dude named Kamehameha.

Yes, that one. The Great is in there for a reason.

See Hawaiians may not have had much contact with foreign caucasians but they weren’t stupid by any means, especially war strategist extraordinaire and head general Kamehameha. Surprisingly, neither was Cook, who explored the seas and encountered numerous Pasifika on his journey. So when Kamehameha offers to trade his long feather cape (remember: roughly seven feet tall dude) for some metal knives the crew had on the ship (found by his men who were definitely not stealing shit no sir teehee), Cook knew damn well not to say no because that’s considered rude.

So Cook gives Kamehameha the knives and he gets a sweet looking souvenir for England.

And then when they try to make their way back, a storm hits.

Cook and his men are forced to turn back around to Hawaii and resupply from the storm before trying to make it back home. Naturally, they expected the same warm welcome that they had the first visit because there’s no reason why they shouldn’t.

Except there was.

Makahiki was over.

And it’s time to cook some meat.

Cook and his men land right where Kamehameha and his men were waiting for them, brandishing some sick knives, and a brawl ensues. Mind you Kamehameha may have been a little over seven feet tall, but his men weren’t lacking either. All of them were lean mean fighting machines and Kamehameha happened to be the best out of all of them. The crew wasn’t just dealing with random people, they’re fighting the Polynesian equivalent of a Berserker except these Berserkers were trained in the art of breaking bones and cutting off nerves with their bare hands.

And they all have knives.

The second one of the Hawaiians saw a crew member drop blood on the sand (something gods shouldn’t be able to do) it was wraps for all of them. Cook and his men didn’t just get cleared, they got annihilated on that beach.

Moral of the story: never stay at someone else’s house for too long.

Especially not a native one.

Happy Valentine’s Day! 💖

Edit: Completely forgot to mention that on his second visit he attempted to kidnap Kamehameha’s boss aka the aliʻi who are considered sacred so yeah do with that what you will.

[zenkor123]

Preface to "After the end"

Pt 1 The End of Peeta

Katniss Everdeen, Victor, prostitute, hunter electrified the nation. For the references to the games my memory is unreliable so I am basing it pn the video footage but it lacks in comparison to a memory. Even then I have so many questions that only memories of Peeta or the other participants could answer. A memory contains the sensations, perceptions, the behind the scenes, motivations, that videos just can't cover. Peeta had lived a terrible life prior under an abusive mother named Myrna Mellark. She made me beg for meals, beat me, she broke young peeta's will and dignity. When Peeta was reaped he wanted redemption from this, he was long infatuated with the not single local prostitute Katniss Everdeen and it was a peace of luck that his "salvation" would be bringing her home. Peeta had bought into the normalization of rape and felt entitled to Katniss's affections this led to hate and conflict only tempered by cold mutual interests. When Katniss fired the bow to destroy the arena I was looking for tributes to kill. As the arena collapsed I was hiding but was captured by Snow’s men. The white imp wanted revenge for the berries which had deprived him of a good show that he had looked forward to. He long had a torture chamber with bones that are clearly decades old. Snow also wanted information about the rebels plan that Peeta didn't have.

With the berries Alma Coin together with a Panem wide network of rebels brought about the reaping of the victors so that Snow's false power could be shattered but I knew nothing of this. Peeta was initially resentful that he had not been told of the plan, but I now feel that even my mutation devoured capital resources and in a way Peeta by holding out for so long died for the rebellion. Snow to intimidate the capital ordered the murder of thousands of avoxes, he had us watch what must have been thousands of deaths. Men from the presidential guard, no ordinary snowmen led our physical torture. The presidential guard are selected from birth from district 2 and castrated to serve their master, they speak in sign language becuase their voice is the voice of the president . They fed us small amounts of the meat of murdered avoxes for food and put us into torture machines. Snow spent hours watching and ate with his advisors in the Same room where we were being tortured. Snow was sexually aroused by the torture and I saw the old fart masterbate. Snow also took part in the torture himself with the giddiness of a demented child. He hit me with his cane and attached blades to his nails and cut open by back with his back scratches, the tormentors stiched Peeta’s back afterwards to prevent my premature death. Snow sometimes was at the control panel overseeing the smallest detail of my torture.

The only thing that prevented my execution was Peeta, ever the snake charmer telling lies about rhe rebel plan, our use in the propos(I looked tortured in those propos so it is unclear who exactly they persuaded), my status as a victor, and the joy of torturing me. 'Doctor' Jones came up with a new plan , he assessed that beneath my innocent exterior I was a killer and believed that my physical strength would make me a great assassin mutt. Annie Cresta was also selected for mutation, while Johanna had no personal ties to exploit and still had a great deal of information that she stubbornly held on to. Without anesthetia we recieved surgery to make sure that the massive amount of jacker venom would not kill us. Then they began showing us obvious fabrications that our brains no matter the pain could not accept as true, even if our guts betrayed us. We knew why this was shown to us and quite simply did not believe them. For 2 weeks this continued and Snow tried to sexually traffic us like he did to Finnick, all he got were several dead bodies of our would be clients.

The procedure was expensive and commanders complained about the drain on resources but snow wanted a good show. As we were being tortured when snow wasn't aroused he would put on the TV and watch past hunger games including the 10th hunger games. He watched the 10th hunger games at least 10 times. Well back to this preface, he has an obsession with proving that humanity is as evil as he is and even the fake star crossed lovers was too tender for him. He wanted to see me kill Katniss so the mutation intensified but I rationally could not believe the silly nonsense so it didn't work no matter how blue my skin became even if my gut believed it. Seeing that it was not working Snow summoned his advisors, Dr Jones said that it takes 6 months to complete, Snow complained that he said it would take a week and he didn't have 6 months. Some suggested shutting down the mutation attempt but snow shot it down. Another doctor suggested giving me and Annie a pill to scramble our neurons and neuronal pathways. There was concern raised by Dr Jones that the pill would render me brain dead but that was a risk Snow was willing to take. He would give me the pill first then Annie in the following month. The pill looked like a marble upon being forced fed it I first felt numb then my memories began leaving me this lasted for days. I felt like I was on fire and all I could focus on was the pain and I forgot even my name. But my brain recovered only a tiny bit enough to remember my name and all the capital fabrications which replaced my lost memories. Nothing remained but a pathological, obsessive mechanical drive to murder the Mockingjay. The rescue by 13 came too late and this was the end of Peeta Mellark.

[chefrollbag]

Can Ceramic Knives Be Sharpened?

Ceramic knives are relatively new to the knife industry, especially when compared to steel blades. However, the material used in their production, zirconium ceramics, has been well-known in other industries for a long time. One of its primary features is the ability to maintain its properties at high temperatures. Zirconium ceramics have been used in aerospace as thermal coatings. Its chemical inertness and color stability also make it suitable for dental implants.

To answer the question of whether ceramic knives can be sharpened, it’s essential to understand how zirconium ceramics are produced. The process begins with the purification of natural zircon ore to obtain zirconium dioxide. To increase the material's strength, yttrium oxide and other compounds are added. The mixture is molded and fired in kilns at extremely high temperatures, up to 1500°C. Afterward, the blanks are ground, shaped into blades, and fitted with handles made of ABS plastic. The final sharpening is done using diamond-coated wheels spinning at up to 3000 revolutions per minute.

Now, let's list the main features of ceramic knives compared to steel ones:

Extreme hardness: 8.2–8.7 on the Mohs scale (diamond is 10).

Lack of flexibility: The blade is hard but brittle, and it may crack or break under heavy pressure.

Razor-sharp edge: Retains sharpness for extended periods.

Chemical inertness: Doesn’t react with food acids or affect flavor.

Lightweight: Blades usually do not exceed 18 cm in length.

Large sharpening angle: Typically around 40 degrees.

Specific usage: Designed for cutting soft foods like fruits, vegetables, cheese, and cooked meats.

Hygienic properties: The blade doesn’t rust, oxidize, or absorb odors.

The high hardness of ceramic provides excellent cutting quality but also makes the blade prone to chips and cracks. This fragile tool requires careful handling, and the blade can even break if dropped. Ceramic knives should not be used to cut very hard foods like frozen items, bones, or products with pits.

HOW TO SHARPEN CERAMIC KNIVES — KEY CONSIDERATIONS

Given the characteristics of zirconium ceramic blades, the question arises: can ceramic knives be sharpened? These knives maintain their sharpness for months or even years, but eventually, they will dull. The best option is to take them to a professional who can sharpen them using specialized equipment. However, if that’s not possible, you can sharpen the blade at home, but it will require the right tools and careful technique. Below are some methods for sharpening ceramic knives at home.

DIAMOND-COATED SHARPENER

Not all sharpeners are suitable for ceramic knives. Regular whetstones won’t work, and you could wear them down without sharpening the blade. Only diamond abrasives are hard enough to sharpen ceramic knives. Some sharpeners can also be used for steel knives, but you must be cautious, as the diamond coating can easily scratch softer steel blades, making them duller. Ceramic blades require an abrasive harder than the ceramic itself for sharpening.

Diamond-coated sharpeners come in two types:

Manual: More affordable but require effort.

Electric: More efficient and can sharpen a ceramic knife in seconds.

HONING ROD (MUSSAT)

A honing rod with diamond coating can help maintain the edge of a ceramic knife, though it won't restore sharpness to a dull blade. By carefully moving the blade along the rod, from base to tip, you can preserve the integrity of the edge.

MANUAL SHARPENER

This tool usually has diamond-coated discs and a slot for the blade. You insert the knife and move it back and forth. The process can take several minutes and may require some force.

ELECTRIC SHARPENER

An electric sharpener operates similarly to a manual one but doesn’t require physical effort. The diamond-coated discs spin automatically, sharpening the blade in seconds. These sharpeners are more expensive but are quick and efficient.

SHARPENING MACHINE

Professional sharpening machines are more complex. They use two diamond-coated wheels: one with coarse grit (around 80 microns) for initial sharpening, and one with finer grit (around 40 microns) for finishing. The knife must be pressed lightly against the wheel at a consistent angle (typically 40 degrees, but no less than 25). Incorrect angles or too much pressure can damage the blade, which is why this method requires skill and access to industrial equipment.

DIAMOND PASTE

Some experts use diamond paste for final polishing. The paste contains fine abrasive particles (up to 5 microns) and is applied to a piece of cardboard or leather. The blade is then polished by hand, which is a time-consuming process.

Ceramic knives are fragile and require careful handling, but they also offer many advantages over steel counterparts. When used correctly, they stay sharp for long periods and rarely need sharpening. If they do dull, there are several ways to restore their edge, either at home or professionally.

Just finished reading about essential kitchen tools? Now make sure your gear is stored in style! Visit our shop for handcrafted leather bags designed for chefs and bartenders. Keep your tools safe and organized—shop now!

[brothes]

The Ultimate Guide to Meat Bone Cutter Machines: Efficiency and Precision for Every Butcher

In the world of butchery, the right tools can make all the difference. Among these essential tools, the meat bone cutter machine stands out for its ability to effortlessly slice through bones and tough meat, ensuring precise cuts and enhancing productivity. Whether you are a professional butcher, a meat processing plant owner, or an avid home cook, understanding the benefits and features of Meat Bone Cutter Machines can help you make an informed decision when choosing the right equipment for your needs.

What is a Meat Bone Cutter Machine? A meat bone cutter machine, also known as a bone saw or bone cutter, is a specialized device designed to cut through bones and hard meat with ease. Unlike traditional knives, these machines offer precision and power, making them indispensable in environments where large quantities of meat are processed. They come in various sizes and configurations, from smaller, manual models suitable for home use to large, industrial-grade machines for commercial purposes.

Key Features and Benefits

Efficiency and Speed One of the primary advantages of using a meat bone cutter machine is the significant boost in efficiency and speed. These machines are equipped with powerful motors and sharp blades that can cut through bones quickly and effortlessly, reducing the time and effort required in meat processing. This is particularly beneficial in commercial settings where time is of the essence.

Precision Cutting Precision is crucial in butchery, especially when it comes to cutting through bones. A meat bone cutter machine ensures uniform and accurate cuts, which is essential for maintaining the quality and presentation of the meat. This level of precision is hard to achieve with manual tools, making the machine an invaluable asset for any butcher or meat processor.

Safety Using a meat bone cutter machine can significantly enhance safety in the kitchen or processing plant. These machines are designed with safety features such as blade guards, non-slip bases, and emergency stop buttons to minimize the risk of accidents. Additionally, the consistent performance of the machine reduces the likelihood of slipping or uneven cuts, which can lead to injuries when using traditional knives.

Versatility Modern meat bone cutter machines are highly versatile and can handle a wide range of tasks. They are capable of cutting through various types of bones and meat, including beef, pork, lamb, and poultry. Some advanced models also offer adjustable blade speeds and cutting thickness, allowing for greater customization based on the specific requirements of different meats.

Durability and Longevity Investing in a high-quality meat bone cutter machine ensures durability and longevity. These machines are constructed from robust materials such as stainless steel, which is resistant to rust and corrosion. Regular maintenance and proper care can further extend the lifespan of the machine, making it a cost-effective investment in the long run.

Choosing the Right Meat Bone Cutter Machine When selecting a meat bone cutter machine, there are several factors to consider:

Size and Capacity The size and capacity of the machine should match your specific needs. For home use or small butcher shops, a compact, manual model may suffice. However, for large-scale meat processing plants, an industrial-grade machine with higher capacity and automation features would be more appropriate.

Blade Quality The quality of the blade is crucial for achieving clean and precise cuts. Look for machines with high-quality, durable blades that can withstand the rigors of cutting through tough bones and meat. Some machines offer replaceable blades, which can be a convenient feature for maintaining sharpness over time.

Ease of Cleaning Hygiene is paramount in meat processing, so choose a machine that is easy to clean and maintain. Models with removable parts and stainless steel components are ideal, as they can be thoroughly sanitized to prevent contamination.

Power and Performance The power of the motor and the overall performance of the machine are important considerations. A more powerful motor ensures efficient cutting, especially for larger bones. Additionally, machines with variable speed settings can offer greater control and versatility.

Conclusion A Meat Bone Cutter Machine is an essential tool for any butcher, meat processor, or serious home cook. Its ability to deliver precise cuts, enhance efficiency, and improve safety makes it a valuable investment. By understanding the key features and benefits, and carefully considering your specific needs, you can select the right meat bone cutter machine to elevate your meat processing tasks to a new level of precision and productivity.

[cavefilllingcorporation]

Jannet the Butcher

Jannet threw her knife down onto the cutting board, slicing the creature in two. It was already dead; she was no sadist. Instead, she was merely doing her job, processing the creatures that were killed in an earlier sniping session. The creature she was working on was a large bile spewer. It had already been cleared of its bile and its internal organs; the only thing left was to divide the meat into steak-like slabs to be shipped off. The work was tedious, and many wouldn’t want to do this job, but Jannet liked it.

You see, she wasn’t a miner, the people that used their laser-based tools to harvest the islands for their resources. She was a processor, and while they didn’t have the most glamorous jobs, they were just as if not more important than the miners. After all, somebody had to process the stuff. Sometimes it meant working in blast furnaces to harvest ore. Sometimes it meant putting stone into machines to be sorted and processed. Sometimes it meant packaging stuff up to be shipped into Crates. And in today’s case, it meant going through tons of monsters to extract their meat and organs, something that even the processors didn’t like doing.

She, on the contrary, enjoyed the work. Again, she was no sadist. She liked seeing the creatures die, a type of gratification and vengeance for the lives they took, but she had no pride in mutilating their corpses. She just did the work because it reminded her of home, and while she went through the birds and the oversized bees, she could think of happier times, when she was just a kid in her family’s butcher shop… before the bad times.

As she was thinking this, she finished the creature, sorted its stuff into the right conveyor belts, and pulled the lever to signal for her to get a new specimen. Sure enough, a nest dweller landed right on her processing table. She immediately went ahead and started preparing the bird, throwing its entrails into another container. She had no idea what sickos would ever want monster organs, but it was something that the Corporation sold often. Heck, it was one of this world’s most common exports, as the monster meat, bones, and even eyes were handed over to their partners in this world. They knew that eventually they would get more than enough of those stuff back when they were finished, but still…

Still, while the minor things disgusted her sometimes, she was just grateful to have a job, to have a way to relive her childhood. It didn’t matter how disgusting her role was, as long as she could have access to this one means of escapism, she was happy.

[crystalgood]

Slicing roast beef is a common practice for home cooks. With a meat slicer, you can get perfect slices of beef for any occasion. However, there are some things you need to know before using a slicer for slicing. You should never cut through frozen meat or bone. This could damage your slicer and blade. [caption id="attachment_1675" align="aligncenter" width="1024"] How To Slice Roast Beef With A Slicer?[/caption] What is roast Beef ? Roast beef is a classic dinner that can be enjoyed as a splurge meal or a budget-friendly weeknight meal. It can be made using different cuts of meat, and it can be seasoned in many ways. But the key to a tender, flavorful roast beef is to choose the right cut. The wrong cut can result in dry, tough beef that has no flavor. The best cuts of beef for roasting include rib eye roast, top loin roast and rib roasts. The rib eye is a favorite because it contains intramuscular fat, which helps the beef become more tender. Another excellent choice is tri-tip. This well-marbled cut is becoming increasingly popular. It is a lean cut that can be very flavourful. It is often on the cheaper end of roast options but it can be a little tougher than some other cuts, so you may want to season and sear it before cooking for a more flavourful exterior coating. This cut of beef is a favourite of many chefs as it can be incredibly tender. But it does contain a lot of connective tissue, so it takes longer to cook than some other cuts. Despite this, chef Rose says this cut is delicious when cooked low and slow with a method such as braising to break down the connective tissues. Benefits of slice roast Beef with a Slicer: Whether you're serving roast beef for sandwiches or need slices for a buffet, roast beef can be sliced perfectly using a meat slicer. The perfect slice can ensure your customers' satisfaction and save you time. The WUSTHOF Gourmet 12" Hollow Edge Roast Beef Slicer is a high-quality, durable slicer that can efficiently carve your beef into clean, thin slices. Its sharp, forged carbon-steel blade has a non-slip handle that's comfortable to hold. Wusthof Cutlery has been crafting fine knives for over 200 years, so it's no surprise that this artisan knife is built to last. Its forged high-carbon, pressed steel edge is resistant to rust and stains. Its hollow edge design also prevents food from sticking to the blade, reducing the chance of injury. The patented, non-slip handle is also contoured to fit the hand for a comfortable grip and easy operation. Cooked meat slicers are an indispensable tool in any food preparation environment, whether it's a small sandwich shop or a large catering company. Manconi offers a wide range of professional machines that are ideal for slicing a variety of cooked meat products including ham, sausage, chicken, steak and ready meals. The machines are designed in compliance with European regulations and are fully safe for use. How To Slice Roast Beef With A Slicer? A slicer is an essential cooking appliance that can help you make delicious sandwiches, steaks, and more. It can also help you reduce the amount of time needed for prepping food. Using one is a simple and safe way to prepare foods, so it's great for anyone who wants to get the most out of their kitchen! It's important to use a sharp and clean slicer for the best results. Dull blades can cause inconsistent and uneven slices, as well as damage the meat. To get the perfect cut, it's important to use even pressure on three sides of the meat. This will help it stay put on the slicer and give you evenly sliced roast beef. Another important tip is to use a wooden cutting board. Unlike plastic, wood boards don't slip easily and they have a rougher surface area that will help you get the perfect cuts. It's also a good idea to let the meat thaw before slicing it. This will prevent it from becoming slippery and making it harder to slice. Tips for Slice Roast Beef With A Slicer:

The first step to slicing roast beef with a slicer is to make sure that the meat is properly prepared. You can do this by removing it from the oven or grill, and then allowing it to rest for about 10 minutes before slicing. Then, you can transfer it to your cutting board and start slicing. This will ensure that you get uniform slices without any gaps in between them. Another important tip for slicing roast beef with a meat slicer is to keep the slices as thin as possible. This will make them more tender and help keep the meat intact. You can do this by locating the grain of the meat and cutting it as close to the edge as possible. This will allow you to slice it very thinly, which will result in shorter strands of meat. You should also make sure to freeze the meat before slicing it, as this will make it more firm and prevent unwanted shredding. This will also help the meat to be more easily handled, which makes it easier to slice. How to Store roast Beef? Roast beef is a classic dish that can be prepared in a variety of ways. It can be oven roasted, slow cooked in a crockpot, or even smoked. It's a comforting dish that's perfect for a weeknight dinner or a Sunday dinner. If you want to keep the beef fresh and delicious for longer, it's important to store it correctly. Leftover roast beef can last for up to 3 or 4 days if stored in the fridge, or up to 2 or 3 months in the freezer after it's been thawed. When storing raw roast beef, you should place it in a large airtight container or vacuum-sealed bag. Make sure to label the container with the date and use-by date. You should also reseal the bag once it's sealed, as this will help to maintain the moisture level of the beef and prevent the outer layer from drying out. You can reheat leftover roast beef in the oven by wrapping it loosely in foil and adding a few tablespoons of juice or stock before sealing. It's best to heat it until it reaches an internal temperature of 120degF (65degC). Common mistakes to avoid when slice roast Beef: When slicing roast beef, you must take a few things into consideration. First, the way you slice the roast affects how tender and chewy the meat is. The most important thing to remember when slicing a roast is to cut it against the grain of the muscle fibers. This will help to break up the fibers and make the meat easier to chew. Another tip is to use a sharp knife when slicing the roast. A dull knife will produce tough slices of beef that you can't easily chew through. Also, if you use a carving fork to hold the roast in place while you slice it, be sure to pick one that has long tines. These long tines are designed to hold the roast steady as you slice it, and they also keep your fingers away from the blade. Lastly, if you have a roast with a bone in it, such as a rib roast, be sure to remove the top rib before you start slicing. This will allow you to carve the roast more effectively and ensure that you get even slices. It is also important to let the roast rest before slicing it. This will make it more juicier and allow the juices to redistribute within the roast. Conclusion: A slicer can make it a lot easier to cut a roast beef. However, it is important to know how to use one properly so that you can get the best results from it. To start, you must know how to cut across the grain of the roast. This will help you avoid a tough and chewy cut. It will also make it easier for you to store the meat in its sliced form after cooking. You should also make sure that you use a sharp knife when cutting the meat with a slicer. This will ensure that you are able to make neat cuts without much effort. Another important tip to remember is that you should always hold the meat with even pressure on THREE sides of the slicer blade to get it slicing evenly. This way, it won’t be able to move left or right as you are slicing it. A final tip is to clean the slicer regularly so that it won’t have a build up of bacteria that could affect your food.

This is especially important if you’re going to be using it for multiple meals. This will help to keep your meat tasting fresh for as long as possible.

[seoengineerindia]

Know About Blanching Machines, Frying Machines, and Fish Deboning Machines  

Asparagus, mushrooms, and fruit slices are just a few examples of delicate foods that benefit significantly from being blanched and sterilized in a basket-style food Blanching Machine China before being frozen or dried in a quick-treatment line. Blanching kills microorganisms and removes sugars, starches, and trapped gases. Most commercial blanchers today utilize either steam belts or rotary drum technology. Valuable solids and nutrients are preserved using steam blancher systems, and the resulting foods have a crispier, fresher appearance. 

Frying Machine China or deep fat fryers are essential to cooking machinery. The primary use for this automatic fish meat bone separator machine is in the processing of fish in general. Aside from fish, the bone remover machine can also process shrimp and crabs, dissecting them into edible portions and discarding the bones. The fish deboning machine's processed surimi, shrimp meat, crab meat, etc., can manufacture fish balls, shrimp balls, crab buns, fish dumplings, etc.

In 1998, Quanzhou founded Tianfa (Tianshun) Food Machinery Co., Ltd. Quanzhou, Taiwan, the famous historic city and the famous hometown of overseas Chinese, is home to this investment zone. Taiwan/set, a market leader in the refrigeration and conditioning food machinery industry, combines R&D, manufacturing, and sales under a single corporate umbrella. It focuses on the production of machinery for the preparation of frozen and baked foods. A meat planer, a powerful meat grinder, a chopping machine, a three-layer Meat cutting machine, a fish ball machine, a tribute ball machine, a core wrapping machine, a multi-head meatball machine, a boiled production line, a steaming line, etc. are just some examples of the machinery used in the frozen conditioning of food. The variety is in the dozens—manufacturing equipment for food preparation.

To debone tiny to medium-sized fish, we first need to descale them, cut open their bellies, and remove their internal organs using this industrial Fish Deboning Machine China. Place the cleaned fish pieces or little fish into the machine's feeding port. To prepare large fish for the tank, one must first take off the head and tail before slicing it into smaller pieces. A low-speed, high-density stainless-steel screen and conveyor belt will quickly squeeze the fish pieces to remove the bones and skin, leaving behind just pure surimi. Vegetables are "blanched" when scalded in boiling water or steam. Blanching prevents flavor, color, and texture loss caused by enzyme activity. Some surface filth and bacteria are eliminated in the blanching process, the color is intensified, and nutrient losses are mitigated.

Contact Info:

Business Name /Contact Person: Kelly Zheng

Country/Region:- China

Street Address:- No.367, Xiagong, Taiwaness Investment

City:- Quanzhou

State:- Fujian Province

Postal Code:-362123

Phone No:-+86 13615954532

Email:- sales@tsjx.cn

Web:- https://www.tsjx.cn