#Push plate insert structure

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Design of injection mold for transparent plastic parts based on two pushes

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[lanabuckybarnes]

Sergeant’s Got You

18+ Minors DNI

You’re stressed, he knows exactly how to make you feel better.

Note: I was asked for something like this, so it’s heavy on the love for his dog tags

Pairing: beefy Bucky (but he’s got that fatws attitude) x reader

Warnings: Dom Bucky, basically smutty right from the get go, filthy buck, he has his metal arm (I’m a slut for it), you like Bucky’s dog tags, like really like them, Petnames: sweetness, sweetheart, sweet thing, sweetie, good girl, baby, a LOT of dirty talk, sergeant kink, sir kink, oral (M receiving), unprotected p in v sex, he’s rough, degradation, feral Bucky, squirting, creampie, aftercare.

Word Count: 3.2k *insert cat HUH sound*

You were stressed beyond belief. Your mission ended up having a few more loose ends than anyone was anticipating leaving you to pick up the pieces. Now you were finally back in New York and ready to punch the next person who pats your back sympathetically with a ‘you tried’ look on their face.

Just as you were contemplating boxing the cupboard in the kitchen than wouldn’t stay open two strong arms pulled you back and into a hard body.

“You alright sweetness?” Bucky spoke into the locks of hair at the back of your ear. His cologne had you relaxing already, the fingers on his right hand hitched up your shirt to rub soothing circles over your hip bone. What really got you was the subtle grind of his hips against your ass; he was a filthy shit, you loved it when he knew what you wanted.

You flipped your body around in his arms, your fingers running up from his abs to his soft chest until they wrapped around his neck. He smirked, he knew exactly what you wanted him to do but he was a tease, you had to tell him or he wouldn’t. It’s just the way the world worked for you sweetheart.

You surged forward, desperate for a taste of the cherry lips you missed so much. You hated to admit just how much the man in front of you affected you, how often on your mission your hand snaked down your body and in-between your legs at the photos Sam sent of your lost puppy husband, his wide back and tiny waist wrapped in that blue Henley that had the arms pulled up to his forearm revealing the long veins and thick structure underneath. You needed him, now.

He pulled back just as your lips brushed his, a dark smirk and a filthy blue colour surfacing in his orbs. Fucking tease.

“You know you gotta use your words sweetheart” One of his big hands, his metal one, landed on the back of your skull, the metal thumb dancing over your bottom lip before you sucked it into your wet mouth. He growled at the innocent look you gave him as your tongue flicked over the tip before poking out and running up the underside of the shiny plates.

He pushed down, holding your tongue in place as it travelled, drool dripping from the muscle but he didn’t care, the sight of the rivulets of saliva sliding down the silver had him harder than a rock. One of the most technologically advanced pieces of handiwork and you were sucking on it like a little slut, pathetic.

He had you in his room before you could even blink, the rough slamming of the door vibrating the wall he pushed you up against.

“You’re a little slut ain’t you? Sucking on my thumb like my cock, getting your drool everywhere, you’re so lucky I don’t make you clean it up” he spoke as he hastily pulled your shirt and his off, his dog tags jangling softly as they fell back into place between his huge chest. You moved like a magpie, gripping at the shiny metal tags, giving them a squeeze, his name imprinting for a second of the fat of your palm before letting them slip between your fingers.

He watched you, ever fascinated at just how worked up you got about him, but it was your love for his dog tags that had him curious. You always, without fail slipped a finger around them, whether it was when you pulled him close for a kiss or if your slept on his chest, one of your fingers slipped itself through the chain and held them close to your hand.

He wasn’t stupid though, he could practically smell when you soaked yourself, always conveniently after his swinging tags made contact with your chin or ran up the column in your spine, the way that little pussy tightened around him when the old metal swept over your lips, tapping your teeth as you moaned out in pleasure. It made him embarrassingly weak too.

“You want me to fuck you cute girl?” He groaned into the crook of your neck, his plush lips suckling obscene dark marks downward till he reached the crevice of your breasts, your legs wrapped around him tighter as his hand grazed over your sensitive sides to the meat of your tit, gripping it softly and flicking a warm thumb over your nipple. You jerked into him at the shock of pleasure, your hand carding through his waves of hair and pulling him close as worked on the underside of your other boob.

“Words Sweetheart, I need words” He knew it wouldn’t be long till you hit that sub space, the same thing always happened when you were stressed, you needed your big Sergeant to take the wheel, use you a little bit.

“Please” fuck the whimper in your voice had him grinding up into you, the scratchy fabric of his jeans meeting the barely their material of the shorts you wore under your gear.

“Please what sweet thing?” he moved to watch the deep colour of your eyes swim with lust, eradicating any stress they once held, he was doing his job.

“Please use me Sir” you whined, fingers wrapping around the chain of his dog tags again to pull him close, finally getting that kiss you so desperately needed. His left hand cupped your cheek, rubbing a thumb over the high point softly, a sharp contrast to the bruising kiss you had going on. Teeth clashed with teeth, soft whimpers falling from your lips as he pushed closer, flicking his tongue viciously with your much weaker one, running against the top of it and sucking once it gave up it’s fight. He pulled you in again, tender with his lips this time, enclosing your swollen ones with his, his tongue running over your upper lip soothingly.

“Fuck! You’re making me go crazy” he chuckled as he moved off the wall, backing himself up to the bed till his calves hit the frame. He sat down with both of you, your body straddling him, his right hand pushing you back and forth softly on his bulge. The lust in his eyes mixed with a softness as he looked up at you, his metal hand still on your face although now his shiny forefinger and thumb hooked onto your chin, pulling you forward for a kiss, and another, and another. You whined, you didn’t want kisses and grinding, you wanted him to blow your back out, use your pretty face, anything but this.

Seeming to sense your thoughts he stopped your movements, the right hand coming up to join his left on either side of your face.

“What do you want sweetheart? You want your soldier to ruin you? I can feel how hot you are on my dick… you want it bad don’t you?” You moaned at his words, dripping filthily from his tongue, he sure had a way to fuck you up without even pulling out his cock.

“Yes, yes please. Use me” he smirked, satisfied at your whimpered begging. With a click of his tongue and a flick of his eyes he had you manoeuvring onto your knees in front of him.

He was a sight, he looked carved from marble, each bend of his body, every nook and muscle and vein delicately etched into rock solid stone to be preserved for a lifetime. His bulge strained painfully against his jeans, angrily awaiting your slender fingers offering it reprise from its tight cell. You were glad to give it just that.

Clumsily, you fiddled with the thick belt around his waist, smiling in satisfaction when the rhythmic clanks finally hit your ears. You flicked the button open and were about to pull the zip of his fly when his hand stopped you.

“With your mouth sweetness” his lip caught between his teeth, a soft blush decorated his face and chest as he watched you. Your tongue ran up the metal, the slight tang hitting your tastebuds, you flicked the little tab until sat snug between your teeth and pulled it down slowly, each tooth of the zip clicking as it finally opened.

Once you were done, Bucky pushed the thick material down his legs with a relieved sigh, letting it pool at his ankles before flicking them off with your help. His hard-on raged against the soft grey briefs, a pool of darkness lay at the head, precum soaking through.

His hands met yours, pulling them up his thighs and hooking them around the waistband of his briefs. He smiles down at you, eyes crinkling and neck craned as he watched you both inch down his underwear until it caught on his tip, he hissed as the scratchy fabric pulled over his silky head before it slapped deliciously onto his public bone and stomach.

“God” he chuckled breathlessly at the feeling of finally being free “look at you drooling all over yourself for me, you want a taste sweet thing?” His metal fingers had wrapped themselves around the fat base of his length, pushing it forward till the spongy tip hooked onto your upper lip, his salty precum smearing over it like a x-rated lip balm.

You pecked the tip of his dick, the tip of your tongue barely poking him as you did. You moved down, lips brushing against every angry vein on his cock until you met the metal of his hand in which you slowly licked a thick strip back up until you swirled your wet muscle against his head relentlessly.

“Fuck sweetheart, good girl” he groaned, head lulling back as his hips jittered off the bed softly, pushing his head into your awaiting mouth. You sucked him in greedily, selfishly inhaling his thick musky scent that had your pussy drooling against your lace panties, threatening to spill into your shorts— you didn’t doubt that if he had you naked, your essence would drip all over the wood of the floor— he’d have a field day making you clean it up.

“God you’re so good, ha— making your soldier feel so good, you like your sergeant all needy? Ready to pull you up off that floor and sink my cock into you” You moaned against his length, gagging softly when he jerked up into the back of your throat.

“Shit, Nuh uh get up here, I wanna cum in that pretty pussy, move come on” He pulled you up and off his length like you weighed nothing at all, his fingers ripping the shorts from your body and only stopping when he caught a glimpse of you’re soaked panties.

“Fuck girl, who’s got you like this hmm?” His thick thumb brushed small circles over your neglected clit. You moaned loudly, jerking off the bed with a shudder at the feeling, more of your slick pooling into your already soaked gusset.

“Mmm I can fucking smell you, smell so good baby… bet I could fuck you without prep, you want that?” He spoke, his voice deep, laced with primal lust— nothing like the composed grumpy old man everyone else saw— no, he was raw, unhinged, pupils blown wide with sexual desire. You wanted nothing more than his cock in you.

“Please Buck, just your cock I don’t care just please” you cried when he pushed particularly hard on your aching nub, your knuckles turning white as you fisted then covers beneath you; your legs shook as they threatened to close on his thick forearm, you were close already but you didn’t want to cum without him filling you out.

He gleamed at your form, fucked out, soaked and crying already— he’d barely fucking touched you— he couldn’t wait to see your face as he fucked you raw.

He ripped your panties with renewed vigour, the ruined material pulled away from your sensitive heat to hang around the your ankle that now sat over Bucky’s muscular shoulder. Your thigh quaked softly at the stretch but his cold digits ran softly against the tight muscle, soothing it for the time being.

His fat head tapped against your clit, each wet slap causing your body to twitch off the bed at the electric jolts of pleasure it sent up your spine. You could feel Bucky’s fingers circling your entrance, two of his thick fingers squishing into your tight hole as he prepped you lightly. When they left, a long line of arousal followed, connecting him to you, he growled at the sight before licking the wetness from his rough palm and middle finger.

“Mmm so sweet, if I wasn’t so fucking horny I’d make you cum all over my face… make you soak my mouth, shit” he was talking more to himself than you but you clenched around nothing at the thought, the thought of him eating you out for hours was not impossible, he’d done it before.

His thick tip drooling against your entrance pulled you from your trance, he pushed softly, hooking his head along the tight rim of your pussy as he stared up at you.

“you ready sweet thing?” He leaned over, right hand resting against the side of your head, his thumb flicking stray tears from your cheeks. You nodded softly, eyes unmoving from him, watching as his lips twitched in pleasure as his head popped into you, each inch dragging in slowly, aided by your soaked folds.

You moaned pathetically, his head running over your g-spot had you clenching around him, your orgasm hitting you quickly, your hands tightening painfully against the sheets as white hot pleasure soaked through your nerves. Everything was tingling, flashes of colour dancing over your closed eyelids.

Bucky wasn’t much better as he watched you, having to will his own orgasm down at the sight of you losing yourself over him already. You were a fucking sight to him, your tits bouncing with each sharp breath you took, mouth hung open allowing each whimper or silent scream to escape unabashedly.

“Ohh good girl, that’s it mmmm shit you’re fucking clenching me tight baby” Bucky mumbled, words falling from his lips in verbal mush, his own mind barely keeping up. When you finally came down from your high you open your eyes to look up at him, a shy little smile playing on your lips at the way he bore down at you.

“I’m so-“ you began but he pushed forward, sucking up your moan at the feeling of him hitting your cervix into his mouth.

“Don’t you dare be fucking sorry for that sweetheart, you hear? Fucking almost made me cum like a fucking teenager again, naughty girl ain’t you? I fucking love you” His hot breath panted against your lips as he growled at you, the last thing he wanted was for you to feel ashamed about the pleasure you were feeling. You blushed deeply, it was quite funny just how much his love for you made you blush, even when he was currently pushing against the deepest parts of you.

“Can I move baby?” He asked against your lips, smiling satisfyingly as you nodded before planting a wet kiss on your lips and pushing himself up.

He started slow, letting each vein pull against every nerve in your heat, his teeth clenching at just how tight you’d squeeze every time his head brushed against your sweet bundle of pleasure. His smooth pace never lasted long though, his hips jerked violently against you once he deemed you ready enough, your body slipping up across the sheets at each slam of his hips against your thighs.

He was leaning over you now, your leg pushed up between both your bodies, his dog tags clanging above your face at each jerk of his body. You reached a hand up, encircling the darkened metal, pulling on it as your body twitched with hints of a second orgasm.

“Shit! You like when my fucking tags hang over your face, fucking little slut aren’t you? You like being fucked like this? your sergeant fucking all that stress away? Mmm god, maybe I’ll put them around your neck next time hmm? Have you wear them when you’re riding me, let them fucking swing between those tits— god you’d love that” Bucky rambled, on and on, thrusts becoming sloppy as you clenched around him for the umpteenth time, only this time your orgasm slammed into you like a freight train, you could feel yourself soaking Bucky’s dick and thighs— probably soaking the already destroyed sheets below you.

With one final thrust Bucky’s moan caught in this throat as he pushed himself the deepest he could go, hot cum soaking your cervix and pushing out against his length to run along your folds, mixing with your juices. His legs give out forcing himself against you even more, pulling a pained whine from you at the feeling. As your orgasms settled, your breathing slightly less laboured although still heavy, you pulled him close by his tags, kissing his blissed out face right on the lips.

“You were so good for me sweet thing, so fucking good” he praised, his metal hand running through your tangled hair, soothing your heated scalp.

He leaned back up with a groan, massaging your aching leg as he pulled it from his shoulder before slipping out of your pussy. You both moaned at the loss, your heat clenching against nothing as his cum slipped from your body in waves. He couldn’t tear his eyes from your heat, tongue poking out to wet his lips as he watched intently. You giggled shyly at his intense expression, your aching legs closing softly in embarrassment much to Bucky’s dismay.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up” he smiled, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you to the bathroom. You snuck a glimpse of the sheets as he carried you, the whole area soaked in a mixture of you both.

“Oh my god” you whispered in disbelief against his head.

“What?” He replied as he set you down and began running a bath.

“The sheets are ruined, I can’t believe I did that” you eyed his naked frame from behind, his wide back flushed red but still absolutely stunning, each muscle rippling as he moved methodically, his small waist directing you to his thick globes. It was then Bucky turned to look at you, catching you ogling at his ass, he laughed when you turned quickly.

“It makes me proud when I look at those sheets, I mean who else can make you squirt like that? Fucking no one” he growled the last part against your lips giving you a quick smooch before turning the water off and lifting you both into the hot bubbled water.

His hands massaged your shoulders, working out the knots from your activities as well as any left over stress from your mission, not that there was any after he fucked it out of you.

You two sat in silence, save for the occasional sigh you let out when he hit the right spot, both savouring each other’s presence, reminiscing on the way you exhausted each other. You laugh when you remember his words.

“What? what’s got you all giggly?” he asked, nipping the skin on the nape of your neck.

“Nothing… just… were you being serious?”

“About what sweetheart?” He eyes you curiously.

“About letting me wear your dog tags” you suppress a smirk as you feel him twitch against your back, obviously your words sparking something in him.

“We’ll discuss it later” he rasped causing you to laugh out loud.

Your week had been stressful, with never ending problems and constant nagging from the higher ups to do the job but when you were in Bucky’s embrace, when you had those dog tags between your fingers or dangling over your face, everything melted away into nothingness, leaving you and Bucky alone.

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So I lied mwahahahaha, I was going to post it yesterday but I love alcohol so I was drunk but here we are.

I’m a little nervous to post this one idk why.

I hope you enjoyed x

(I do not own any of the photos, credits to original owners)

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Hello! I absolutely adore your Blackbird au, I've recommended it to all my friends and reread it dozens of times. I saw your answer on an ask where you said you might not be adding new installments, which, though I'm a little sad to hear it, I definitely understand and support you doing what works for you. I'm grateful for what you've shared with us as is. That being said, if you have any snippets or ideas of how the story was going to continue, I'd be thrilled to read it (if you're willing to share). Thanks!

anon you are a gift and a blessing. my greatest regret with stopping was that the third fic was the one where I was actually going to justify why the whole thing is called the blackbird AU. the third fic was going to have victor zsasz as its villain, with Tim balancing working with Jason, playing keep-away with the Bats, and not getting murdered. he was going to move more fully into the vigilante sphere in Gotham and cement his existence as a player and his relationship to the others.

with that in mind, i'm going to share 2 different scenes regarding Tim preparing for his debut (long post under the cut):

Tim takes his time putting on the layers Jason left strewn across the dining table. The underlayers cling to him in a way he’s not used to, tight against his joints. The Kevlar vest and titanium plate inserts sit more naturally, but they’re heavier than suit jackets or sweatshirts, and Tim has to shift the way he holds his shoulders to balance the weight a little better. The Teflon layers for the exterior of the outfit help hide the bulk; Tim looks like a bigger person than he is, but not an armored one.

There’s an almost-full-size mirror in the safehouse’s bathroom, with a single long crack running through a third of it. Tim stares at himself.

He looks—unremarkable. Nondescript. The majority of the suit is blacks and grays; enough variation to not stand out as a suspicious figure in a daytime crowd, but easy to melt into the shadows of Gotham’s hazy gray darkness. There are no distinguishing features, no emblems, no colors. The jacket looks like a lightly-insulated raincoat; the collar of the armored vest looks like a sweater, and the high collar of the undershirt is just that: a high-collared shirt. The pants are bulky, but still follow the line of his legs. Heavy boots.

Tim’s hair isn’t that long; his entire adolescence, it was whatever length Black Mask’s men decided to cut it when he asked them. He still has to push strands out of the way, shake his head back, to put the mask on.

It covers above his eyebrows to the line of his cheekbones. A reinforced structure runs along the line of the nose to protect it if he gets punched in the face.

He stares at himself through the white lenses.

When Tim was eleven, he dreamed of being Robin.

He’s not dressed like a vigilante. There’s too much practicality in the armor Jason got for him; no emblems, no declarations of intention. The design is meant to protect him, not to let him protect others. Tim looks like part of a strike team, not a superhero.

This isn’t a childhood fantasy. It’s an inevitability, a consequence of the person Tim was made into.

There’s no point in lingering. Tim takes the mask off and pulls himself away from the mirror, from his own reflection. He isn’t going to overthink this—to leave himself the opportunity to be convinced that this is a bad idea. Or even that it’s a good one.

It’s—it’s a purpose. It’s not a sentimental thing. Tim manipulated Red Hood into having a spare set of armor for him. Manipulated Red Hood into agreeing to help him. It’s for his own purpose, his own agenda.

He pushes aside the tangled knot in his chest; it’s not worth dealing with, not right now, not while Zsasz has just started the timer until he tries to kill Tim.

On the kitchen counter, next to the phone and the address, is a holster and a handgun.

A few trips to one of the firing ranges in Gotham had been one of those inevitable things Tim added onto his schedule, after his run-ins with Red Hood. Mostly to have a minimum cover of his bases; he knows how to load a pistol, take the safety off, and hit a still target from twenty feet away. That’s all he thought he’d need.

The gun’s heavy when he picks it up.

Tim makes himself ignore the weight of it. It’s another practicality. Another tool to remind himself that he’s a lot of things, but he’s not a superhero.

The holster is intended to conceal the pistol under his jacket. Tim buckles it on and checks the safety before he slots the pistol into place against his ribs.

There’s no point in overthinking it. It’s basic self-defense; a weapon that Tim can use with minimal training.

It’s not like Tim can’t make the call whether or not someone needs to die. He’s done it before. Jason pulled the trigger, but Tim’s the one who killed Roman Sionis.

It’s not like Tim’s intending to let Victor Zsasz live. He grabs a dark green jacket off the back of a chair, stuffs the spare phone and printed-out police photographs in his pocket, and leaves the safehouse.

Tim double-checks for cameras – very few in Crime Alley, he knows from the police’s complaints – and slips into a back alley to put his mask on. From there, it’s up the fire escape to the second-floor windows.

There’s two windows next to the fire escape landing on this floor; the first is a dark hallway. Tim spares a glance at the lock on the inside. Unlocked, if he needs to open it. Might be how Jason got into the building in the first place.

The one next to it has a light on. Tim stays low, moving forward just enough to peer around the edge of the window frame.

The scene inside is familiar. A table in the center of the room, covered in notes, markers, maps; the men that surround it, nearly half visibly armed; the single individual at the head of the table as the immediate threat in the room.

Except this is Red Hood, not Black Mask.

Tim looks over the others in the room. They’re varying states of attentive; it seems like four are actively engaged in discussion at the moment, and the rest are hanging back for now.

The ones hanging back aren’t even really paying attention to the proceedings. From what Tim can hear of the muffled voices, it sounds like Red Hood’s working something out with the ones he’s talking to.

Some part of Tim wants to wedge the window open and slip inside. He wants—

Oh.

He wants to be in this room.

The desire sits at the front of his breastbone like a thread drawn taut. Tim wants to hear what Red Hood’s saying. How he determines orders, how he distributes them. How crime works on this smaller scale, where Jason cares about individual people.

It’s not—the desire isn’t totally unreasonable. These would all be useful things to know. Things Tim could justify knowing, things that would make it easier for him to help Jason, to make use of him, to plan around him for other parts of Gotham.

Except Tim’s not sure this want is about any of those things.

He’s been hesitating outside the window too long. He’s too visible, and Red Hood’s helmet turns sharply, facing directly towards him.

Tim takes a step back, but not fast enough. He sees the posture of the men in the room react; sees a few reach for weapons. The muffled sound of conversation stops, and then the bottom half of the window slides up.

Red Hood sticks his helmet out. “We’re running late,” he says, tone flat through the filter. “Get in here.”

He moves back out of sight, further into the room. Tim approaches slowly, apprehension mixing with the desire in his chest into something sharp and uncertain.

Every face in the room is turned towards him. He slips through the window, privately relieved that he’s not large enough to make it an awkward fit.

Tim stands with his shoulders set, confident in the way he learned through blood and mistakes. Confident in a way that gives away nothing of the ache in his chest, the way Tim desperately wants to move to the planning table, to see and assess and maximize Red Hood’s resources, give the orders and watch Gotham reform under his guidance.

Confident in a way that gives away none of the reasons Tim isn’t going anywhere near Batman.

Inside the room, he can make out that this is about a dozen men, plus Red Hood. Somewhere from half to a third of the people in Jason’s employ, then; Tim’s not positive about the exact number, but it’s at minimum twenty-six, based off what Red Hood can do in a single night.

“This is a friend of mine,” Red Hood says, turning away from Tim to move back towards the central table. “And he’s good at what we do. He’s free to know anything you’d tell me.”

There’s deliberate undertone to that introduction that Tim’s not nearly skilled enough to start to unpick. But he can watch the reaction to it—the relaxing of bodies, hands moving another inch or two away from the visible weapons.

It’s easier to gauge the room’s reactions than to try and figure out why Jason just gave Tim, known criminal schemer, free reign to ask questions. Even maybe, implicitly, permission to ask questions when Jason isn’t around.

And fuck if Tim doesn’t want it.

Tim can’t be what Roman Sionis made of him. But Jason isn’t thinking about that, isn’t thinking about anything beyond his inexplicable attempt to gain Tim’s trust, and the casual extension of control in his organization makes all the sensible parts of Tim want to turn and start running.

He can’t show it. Tim rolls his shoulders back, shifts his weight deliberately. He’s the shortest and the youngest and the newest in the room, but he has no intention of letting any of that make him a target to these people.

Tim moves further into the room with no hint of hesitation. He circles behind the people standing around the table to fill the empty space of the room at Red Hood’s back, close enough to see what’s on the table but keeping Red Hood well out of his personal space. Keeping everyone in the room within his line of sight.

There’s a stilted pause, where Red Hood’s men are clearly hesitant to continue the conversation in front of an audience. But Jason starts them up again, leaning down to tap his fingers against a specific building on the map of Crime Alley spread out on the table.

“Li Wei, you’re doing inspection on our manufacturers in two days, aren’t you?” Red Hood asks.

Li Wei pulls his gaze away from Tim, to look towards Red Hood’s helmet. He glances down to the map, and says, voice accented, “Yes. Three labs heroin, one lab crystal. Also, we have three-man team doing quiet check on new interested parties.”

“Don’t bother,” Jason says. “I’m gonna be too busy to meet new suppliers for a bit. Reassign ‘em to run last minute inspection on a few of our currents. At least one’s selling whatever is mixing badly.”

“You’re investigating the speedball deaths,” Tim says.

The few people in the room who’d let their guards down snap back to attention. Tim makes himself take a couple steps forward, moving away from the back wall to put himself in Jason’s periphery.

There have been a few reports he’s seen in the police database: an uptick in deaths of drug addicts. Higher presence of both cocaine and heroin in the blood; speedball is the common name for the mixed drugs.

“Yes,” Red Hood says, turning just enough to see him. The mild, business-like tone falls away, replaced with something harsher. “One of my suppliers sold us coke cut with something that reacts with heroin. Killed nearly half the people who mixed ‘em.” Low and lethal: “Motherfucker’s gonna die painfully.”

Drug dealing is the main profit area that Red Hood makes. Tim’s managed to narrow down that he doesn’t technically manufacture anything himself, but his men throttle suppliers and keep track of dealers and drug dens in Crime Alley. They provide some oversight in an attempt to minimize overdoses, make sure what they’re selling isn’t laced or cut with anything, and try to support rehab attempts.

It’d be a terrible business model if Red Hood was in it to make money.

Tim pulls his gaze from the impassive surface of Red Hood’s helmet to look down at the map. Individual buildings marked out, a zoomed-in snapshot of the parts of Crime Alley that Red Hood manipulates.

There’s an offer on the tip of his tongue. Tell me who you buy from, and I can tell you who’s doing it. Because Tim could, he knows it. He knows enough about drug manufacturing – about both the pharmaceutical and the criminal aspects – to be able to pinpoint who’s weak enough to be used as an entry point to hit the people under the protection of Red Hood.

Because there’s no point in a single drug manufacturer lashing out at Red Hood. There’s simply not enough incentive in it; Red Hood holds them to slightly higher standards, but it’s hardly guesswork at all to figure out that he pays them appropriately for their conscientious effort to avoid low-quality product. A single manufacturer is just an avenue to hit Red Hood where it hurts.

The anger in Jason’s voice, the threat towards the manufacturer—he hasn’t realized that yet, has he?

Who are Red Hood’s competitors in the drug market? Who is he taking customers away from?

Tim asks, tone mild as anything, “You took a team against a tong’s incoming shipments a few weeks ago, didn’t you?”

The Xingyun Shou tong – officially recorded by the police as the Lucky Hand gang – has been scrambling for power in the last few months, ever since they had several large-scale issues with their drug trafficking. A mostly-unintentional side effect of some of the plans Tim implemented after he’d gotten the Drake Industries CEO position. It does set them up to act desperately, without considering Red Hood’s penchant for revenge.

Red Hood says slowly, “We took the Lucky Hand’s narcotics shipment, yeah.”

Ah. He needs more detail.

“Which of your manufacturers might respond to coercion from one of the tongs?” Tim asks.

He watches the anger roll slowly into Jason’s body. The slight drawing back of his neck, the set of the shoulders. The gloved hands that flex and curl into fists.

Tim’s closer to Red Hood than he wants to be, watching the anger build, but moving backwards out of Jason’s space would be too obvious. There’s too many eyes in the room, and Tim holds himself still, waiting patiently for the response. Waiting to see if he needs to duck.

Even through the distortion, the finely-held rage is clear in Jason’s voice. “Li Wei. That quiet team?”

Li Wei’s response is immediate. “Reassigned.”

“Good.” The deep breaths are visible, the rise and fall of Jason’s shoulders.

There’s a slow loosening of tension in the room, as Red Hood keeps holding himself still, keeps breathing, slow and silent under the helmet. Tim can finally tear his gaze from Red Hood, looking out around the room, at the faces of Red Hood’s men.

They’re—apprehensive, but none of them seem actively afraid. This is an acknowledged part of working for Red Hood. They’re waiting for the rage to pass before they move on.

It’s probably easier to be less scared when Red Hood doesn’t kill his own lackeys. Roman Sionis in a similar mood would’ve already killed at least one person here.

Red Hood stretches his hands, uncurls them forcibly. Turns back to the table, places his palms down over it and looks over the scattered documents.

“Was that the last of our business?” he asks.

No one speaks up.

“Great.” He spends a few long moments looking down at the table before he straightens back up, the last of the anger sliding off him like snow off a roof. There’s the hint of something like warm familiarity in his voice, Tim’s pretty sure, when he adds, “You should come by more often, birdie.”

“Blackbird.”

The name is out before Tim can swallow it back. He makes his body perfectly neutral—doesn’t allow a flinch, a flicker of an expression, an inhale or exhale too deep.

It’s too telling. Jason hears more than Tim ever intends to say, and this—Tim didn’t intend to say it in the first place. He has no way of knowing what Jason will find in it.

Except that people who don’t want to be superheroes don’t pick out superhero names.

And good people don’t name themselves after supervillains.

“Blackbird,” the Red Hood repeats.

Then again, Jason knows that last part already.

Tim thinks there’s more Jason wants to say. But this isn’t the place, it isn’t the time, not with a dozen career mobsters watching the two of them, trying to figure out if the tension in Red Hood’s body is the signal for an upcoming fight.

“Let’s get moving,” Red Hood says instead, and heads for the window.

[teardownit]

Cable locator: features of cable tracing and identification

In some cases, a successful result can only be reached with excellent and proper grounding if the probing signal is applied relative to the ground. An incorrectly selected generator grounding location will prevent the probing current from flowing in the search direction if the line to be traced is branched. The transmitter ground point should be changed so the signal is fed in the right direction.  

The circuit impedance to which the signal is applied (cable-ground) depends on the ground condition (its type and humidity), the physical parameters of the traced line (size, insulation, etc.), and the characteristics of the grounding. Some generators can match the output impedance to the signal circuit parameters to increase the signal amplitude.

The grounding quality is essential for low frequencies. The better the grounding of the oscillator, the higher the signal amplitude. The ground resistance should be less than 1000 ohms. So a 5-gallon water canister will be helpful - water can always be poured into the grounding point and reduce the grounding resistance. A small metal plate is placed on the surface and watered if you encounter asphalt or concrete pavement. You do not need to use nearby metal structures (water pipes, fences) for grounding because they will emit a signal. You need to remember: if a parallel cable or pipe runs next to the cable to be traced, the reverse current will flow through them, and they will also emit an electromagnetic field therefore. It may take several attempts to experimentally find the best grounding point as a result.

The technique of routing pipelines and cable channels has its own features.

The generator is connected directly to them if they are made of conductive material. The pipeline must be disconnected from the ground at the point where the generator is connected. Otherwise, the signal will take a shortcut. It is worth using inspection pits for direct connection to a metal pipeline or cable channel in the middle of the route. If there are no inspection pits, the pipeline's location must be determined in advance by active or passive search. The connection quality of the generator (low contact transient resistance) to the metal cable channels is estimated by the change in signal level - the signal changes its tone when the load appears in most generators. When you trace cable channels and pipelines, you should always remember that the connection of their segments in some places can be made with non-conductive seals. It is advisable to connect such places galvanically so that you do not have to deal with each piece individually.

Tracing of non-metallic channels without internal conductive elements is done in two ways.

First, a metal CPS (Cable Pulling System) rod can be inserted into the channel, with the generator connected to both the rod and the ground.

Second, an active probe, a coil-loaded transmitter placed in a tiny capsule, can be inserted into the channel. The probe is attached to the CPS and pushed into the canal, and the active probe coil signal is detected by a receiver equipped with a coil sensor.

The first method is more convenient for tracing, and the second - is for finding specific locations (for example, to determine the location of a clog in the channel).

The signal can be fed to any two unterminated conductors of the cable or between one of the conductors and the building ground bus if you are using the sensor as an antenna.

Since the sensor-antenna "senses" the electric field, the signal is applied in such a way as to ensure its maximum (the circuit at the remote end must be open).

This must be remembered when the signal is applied to a pair of cores that has a defect in the form of a short circuit (reduced insulation) or is loaded (closed) at the other end since the electric field strength (its value is determined by the potential difference) will fall as you approach the point of short circuit.

Suppose a signal is applied to one of the twisted pairs of a multi-pair cable. In that case, when tracing (moving the antenna along the twisted pair), it will be maximal when one of the wires is near the probe and minimal at the point where the wires cross. Thus, unlike tracing using a coil probe, the signal level along the traced line will vary periodically. This effect is also possible when the signal is applied between the core of one of the pairs and the ground bus (the core position inside the cable changes all the time).

When identifying the pair to which the signal is applied, the antenna should be brought to one of the conductors, not placed between them - the electric field strength is maximum near the signal-carrying conductors and equal to zero strictly in the middle.

To verify correct identification, short-circuit the pair. The disappearance of the signal will indicate that the pair is correctly identified. Another way to check (by zero signal) follows from the above. Suppose you spread the conductors of the pair in the shape of a V and place the probe antenna in the center. In that case, the correctly identified pair generates a zero signal. It should be particularly noted that a negative result from both tests may indicate not only that the pair is incorrectly identified but also that there is a fault in the correctly identified pair. It can be a breakage or increased resistance of the cores, a symmetry violation (connection errors when two cores from different pairs are used - the so-called "unpairing"), or a reduced insulation resistance of one of the cores.

Because of the many nuances, identifying and tracing a cable with an antenna sensor requires excellent care and attention: carefully observing the antenna's position relative to the wires and not allowing your hand to be near or touch the antenna. Suppose the antenna is mounted on the body of the receiver. In that case, it should be kept away from the wire bundle to reduce the pickup noise on the receiver circuits.

Particular care must be taken when selecting how the signal is fed for tracing. When working with twisted pair cables (especially high-frequency and structured cables), the generator should not be connected to one pair but to the cores of two different pairs or to the core of a pair and the shielding sheath. Remember that the electric field, unlike the magnetic one, is almost entirely blocked by the cable's shielding (foil or braid). For the same reason, it isn't easy to work with wet wires. Therefore, it is better to connect the generator for tracing to one of the cable cores or its shielding and the grounding busbar of the building.

When using a receiver with two switchable sensors (coil and antenna), the signal must always be fed so that the return path does not go through a conductor in the same cable or run close and parallel. Failure to meet this condition (say, the signal is fed to cores in the same cable) will make the sensor-coil operation impossible - the magnetic fields of the conductors will be subtracted as the current flows in them in different directions.

Generally speaking, tracing with an antenna sensor is not very convenient and is suitable only when working in buildings and with suspended cables. This device is convenient for the identification of cable pairs (separation of pairs at the connection of cables or cross) and cable terminations.

[tamrielarchive]

Gathering all her courage Mehri pushes forth. The room she enters into is old and dusty, yet still a roaring fire sits in the center. Its caretakers absent, an ominous sign, but one that provides a comforting warmth.

Mehri takes a moment to soak in the soft glow of the fire. Its radiance relieves her bones of ache. But her mind lingers to the rustling she heard earlier. Perhaps she was wise in having some patience. It takes her some time, but reluctantly Mehri departs from the safety of the chamber. The walls of the corridors grow icy and the air slowly returns to it's wearing chill. The halls twist and turn and abbruptly halt to a disturbing sight. Mehri finds herself in front of a cramped corridor within which a trio of gargantuan iron blades swing side to side. Stunned and silenced Mehri briefly considers the lengthy treck back out the other end. A slight pause in the mechanisms draws her ear snaps her out of her contemplation. She stands waiting. Listening. The swing of the pendulums slowly revealing their rythm. Thunk. Thunk. Thunk... Thunk. Thunk. Thunk... With reckless abandon Mehri charges ahead at the termination of the third blades swing. Closing her eyes and storming ahead she prays for safe passage to any benevolent god that could hear her. Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.

Mehri feels heavy blades swing past, a chilling breeze touches her neck. But in the end she opens her eyes to see herself unharmed and on the other side of the door. Her luck does not run for much longer, as she soon finds her gaze met by several withered husks. The draugr roar at the precense of the intruder causing more to stir. In a panic Mehri uses her speed to rush forth and club one of the creatures with her pommel.

The undead wretch's neck crunches under the weight of her slam. Thumping to the floor lifeless. Mehri steps and launches herself off the draugr forward onto attack it's kin. Slashing and sliding she crosses the room taking down another husk in the process. More assail her and Mehri is backed up a set of stairs.

Unable to slash at the foe before her Mehri frees one of her hand. Her sword dropping to one side a burst of crackling flame looses itself from her palm. The draugr scrambles up the stairs into the flames. Its flesh bubbles and melts and its pitiable remnants of skin reduce to ash as it desperately climbs toward Mehri. With the last of it's mass melted away the monster whops to the floor. The room falls silent as the last ashes pitter to nothing.

Venturing around the circumfrence of the room, swiping anything she sees Mehri continues deeper into the depths of the dungeon. Eventually navigating crumbled halls with lush ivy and smouldering sconces she eventually finds a great door. With no little effort she heaves the wooden slabs open.

The great doors open to a long and sparsely lit chamber. Its halls pristine compared to the ruins before. Decorated works of art still hanging on the walls depicting unknown scenes. The pictures of strange hooded men and great beasts capture Mehri's imagination. She knows she lacks the knowledge to comprehend whatever tale the walls have to tell, but that doesn't stop her from rampant speculation.

Drifting from wall too wall Mehri eventually makes her way to the end of the room. There she is met with a great stone door. Its structure enigmatic in its construction but clearly readable. A claw shaped symbol adorning the center of the door, the claw's purpose became evident.

Loosing the item from her pack she is relieved to find the solution to the other feature of the strange door. She matches the symbols on the door to the key of the claw. Then inserting the claw into the door. The center plate depresses along with the claw. The rings on the door spin in confusing ways before the entire black slate begins to sink into the floor. Behind the door was a stair case, sloping up into the unknown. Slowly Mehri crept forth. Cresting her head just above the top of the stairs she laid eyes upon a sight unlike she had ever seen before. A vast cavern lit by beaming rays of light and within it tens of glowing angry eyes from a scattered hoard of undead who all had their eyes trained on Mehri as she ascended the staircase. In a bellowing burst of screeching and howling the mass of bodies began to descend unto Mehri. She rushes forward desperately trying to gain ground and prevent the hoard from piling on top of her. Withered limbs come flailing at her and in a panic she lashes out. Her hands explode into a burst of light and the undead are stunned and pushed back.

More and more draugr make their way towards Mehri, eventually Mehri is completely overwhelmed. For a moment the hoard's dreadful calls are the only sounds that echo through the chamber.

The, from the convergence point of crowd of draugr comes a raging scream. Mehri uses all her strength, going beyond what any one man should be able to do. Slashing and hacking, ripping and tearing through the damnnedable monsters. Her blood ripping through her body her heart pounding shattering bone. Mehri's mind was focused on one thing. Surviving, Winning, Killing, Punishing. These foul mockeries of men would fall.

Despite Mehri's determination the hoard managed to back her into a corner. Stepping onto high ground Mehri's strikes are relentless and inhuman in their speed.

Eventually the crowd's numbers would thin and dwindle and with them Mehri's reflexes. Mehri would return to her senses, however this would not quell her anger. From the body of one of the draugr she pulled a sword. A trophy from her triumph, and a valuable tool in future exploits.

With new prize in hand Mehri marches towards the aft end of the cavern. A large open cave with a grand platform in the center. Rotten sentries guarding the tomb churn and advance upon Mehri. The two clash, meeting upon a bridge. However, Mehri's will is stronger than the aged sinew of a necromantic abomination. She cuts them like dust, discarding them to the side pushing ever forward to the end.

Mehri makes her way up the stairs to the platform, Eventually meeting the last of the draugr and dispatching with them just as efficiently as all other before. Atop the ruins she finds her self as everything in the cave lie dead around her. Her mind is hazy, and the dissipating rush of combat only worsens her confusion.

Slowly the silence wanes as a whisper grows to a chant and the haze overwhelms Mehri's mind. She finds herself drawn to strange writings on a great wall before her. Although they are too blurry to read she finds them uncomfortably familiar. The words seem to almost glow as she approaches them. Suddenly, in a flash Mehri returns to her senses yet again.

Before Mehri is able to comprehend this new knowledge a sudden noise startles her.

Turning around Mehri is faced with one more draugr. This one greater in size than the rest, weilding a frosty ancient axe. As the beast clambers out of it's cramped tomb Mehri arms herself and charges forth. The two meet and Mehri leaps upon the husk. The husk bashes her back in turn. The two meet again and trade blows, locking the two in a stalemate breifly.

The draugrs decrepit form hides terrible strength. Mehri and the ghoul trade blow for blow. On the brink of exhaustion, she trips the towering deathlord and drives her blade into the center of its helm, killing it. Finally left alone in the chamber Mehri is free to let her guard down. Exhausted and frustrated, the only thing she can think is of the rewards that await her. Thrusting open the chest resting next to the draugr lord's coffin she rummages around for her prize.

What she pulls out is not what she expected. She lays a large stone slab marked with yet more strange symbols on the ground before her. Examining it for a moment, an exasperated sign cant help but escape from her. "All this for a rock. Just my luck" Mehri reluctantly packs the stone away. Although it wont bring her any riches, she figures it would look nice on a mantle. Sick of her experience she winds through the caves in the farthest ends of the chamber. Stone and ice turn to warm earth.

The end of the cave is terribly bright. She always hated this part. As her eyes are blinded and her senses become confused, a thought pops into Mehri's mind.

The cave deposits her on an icy mountain edge overlooking lake Illinalta. The view is glorious, and Mehri takes a moment to appreciate the outside air. The smell of death and rotten blood is much less preferable she thinks. The morning breeze feels gentle on her skin. Perhaps she was too reckless to risk her life in such a way as she just did. But the thought doesn't linger too long in her mind.

Her loitering doesn't last long. Patience thin and ever waning Mehri begins to make the hike back to Riverwood to get some long deserved rest.

[dnyaneshkul]

Injection Mold Manufacturing: A Comprehensive Guide

Injection mold tooling and design are critical aspects of the manufacturing process for a wide range of products, from automotive components to consumer goods. The mold, which is essentially a hollow cavity, is used to shape the plastic material into the desired form. The design and construction of the mold directly influence the quality, efficiency, and cost-effectiveness of the production process.

Mold Base

The foundation of an injection mold is the mold base. It's typically made of hardened steel or aluminum and provides a rigid structure for the other components. The base is typically split into two halves: the A-side and the B-side.

Cavity and Core

The cavity and core are the negative and positive shapes that define the final part. The cavity is the hollow space that will be filled with the plastic, while the core forms the internal features. These components are often machined into the mold base or inserted as separate pieces.

Ejector System

Once the plastic has cooled and solidified, the ejector system is used to remove the part from the mold. This system typically consists of ejector pins or plates that are pushed into the cavity to force the part out.

Cooling System

To ensure that the plastic cools evenly and quickly, a cooling system is incorporated into the mold. This system typically involves circulating a coolant, such as water or oil, through channels within the mold base. The coolant absorbs heat from the plastic, accelerating the cooling process.

Runner and Gate System

The runner and gate system is responsible for delivering molten plastic from the injection nozzle to the cavity. The runner is a channel that carries the plastic from the nozzle to the gate, which is the point where the plastic enters the cavity.

Sprue and Runner

The sprue is the main channel that connects the injection nozzle to the runner system. The runner is a network of channels that distributes the plastic to the various cavities within the mold.

Gate

The gate is the opening through which the molten plastic flows into the cavity. There are various types of gates, such as edge gates, tunnel gates, and submarine gates, each with its own advantages and disadvantages.

Vent

Vents are small channels that allow air to escape from the mold as the plastic fills the cavity. This helps prevent air pockets and ensures a complete and even fill.

Additional Components

Depending on the specific requirements of the part, additional components may be included in the mold. These can include:

Slides:Moving elements that allow for complex part geometries.

Inserts:Pre-formed parts that are inserted into the mold before the plastic is injected.

Bushing:A metal sleeve that guides the sprue or runner.

Design Considerations

1. Part Geometry:The shape and complexity of the part will significantly impact the mold design. Features like undercuts, draft angles, and wall thicknesses must be carefully considered to ensure manufacturability.

2. Material Selection:The choice of plastic material will influence the mold design, as different materials have varying properties that require specific tooling considerations.

3. Production Volume:The anticipated production volume will determine the type of mold to be used. For high-volume production, a multi-cavity mold may be more suitable, while for low-volume production, a single-cavity mold might suffice.

4. Cycle Time: The desired cycle time, or the time it takes to produce one part, will influence the mold design. Factors like cooling efficiency and runner design can impact cycle time.

5. Cost:The cost of the mold is a significant factor to consider. The design must balance the need for quality and efficiency with the cost constraints of the project.

Design Optimization

1. Simulation:Computer-aided engineering (CAE) tools can be used to simulate the injection molding process and identify potential problems before the mold is manufactured. This can help optimize the design and reduce the risk of defects.

2. Mold Flow Analysis: This analysis can help predict the flow of molten plastic within the mold, identify potential issues like air entrapment or short shots, and optimize the runner and gate system.

3. Design for Manufacturing (DFM): By considering manufacturing constraints early in the design process, it is possible to create molds that are easier to manufacture and maintain.

Conclusion

Injection mold tooling and design are critical for the successful production of plastic parts. By carefully considering factors such as part geometry, material selection, production volume, cycle time, and cost, it is possible to design and manufacture molds that meet the desired quality, efficiency, and cost requirements.

[the-firebird69]

Well there's some strange fellows and he thinks it might be damned that's what it is and a little Dan usually talks a little more but he did change and he's saying what's wrong with it and it's not too happy with the answer is he probably built it but people are saying did they get my car idea and then see why even these guys will build them all the time he didn't make the back end beefy or put in anything to keep it from ripping it apart with the torsion and on the cars they have that and he's going wow that's interesting so he's going to look and then you have to reinforce it and you can reinforce that it'll be okay but the front end needs work you have this little dinky coupling holding up all that weight in the engine's forward instant wow you know but really it might hold it and you need to test that joint separately you can do it in the laboratory and imitate the force and this guy I can't do it without hurting yourself you do like 15 wheelies to see if it does anything cuz eventually going to do a really a wheelie. There's other things to announce but what a crazy bike

-and yes other people are criticizing it but they're saying that my husband's idea is good so putting Dan's work out there as an example of how to do up the vehicle and leave the transmission in and use the shifter and what to watch out for the front end has to be beefy as hell and he said that you could put a bigger plate on and you could you have to put a good size steel pipe and you have to put a receiver like we were talking about and you can glue it in and you could weld it the welding doesn't affect the glue that much but it's better just to use the weld and bolt them on they said not to weld it if you're using the glue and probably that size you want to weld it and you make a few passes and it works and you want to insert it in and you want to puddle with a couple of holes it's true so we are watching that kind of thing but wow that's that's big and boy everything was fine we have records of going 400 with ease and about 700 if you want to risk it it's very fast machine and that's what people need and it looks radical it is radical you can put some sort of cover on it but kind of that's what takes the time

-the reason is here is a probably is happening out there and they want more of it instead of being stopped and they're going ahead with it and then those exhaust pipes to not meet dot standards at all they would for a car like my husband but not for that and there was a stock exhaust it's before the rear wheel and he had it like that and it was too low and it was hitting so we changed it it wasn't much quieter now

-worse this thing's work and he says it but it's been pushed into moving along but we have a lot to announce and there are purchases made today and they're big and important and these guys know about it and they want to talk about it and it's going on now one of the things she bought actually we bought and it was Olympus and Thor and Freya were several companies we've been talking about and talking to for ages one of them is Morrison Knutson a huge construction company with giant machines they're coming out of there and we don't want them to so every time we can always say we're going to buy less and they say you know and they say yes and they keep doing it so we sat down with him today and we bought 50% of the company I said if the assets leave we're going to hold on to what we have and you'll split the company in two and they said okay. We also hinted that we may hold on to the rest. It's a very big company and they build cities mostly commercial style buildings and commercial style rentals and commercial style condos it's steel and brick mortar masonry concrete and more mostly concrete and steel we're getting going on building structures now

-we also purchased a very large company and it is out west it's Bechtel at 40% and it is in our possession and we have several offices all over the world that are allocated as ours they are trying to approach and they're not making it huge numbers giant giant armies are falling doing it and they suck it they suck at it and we are possessing 50% of the heavy equipment and we will hold on to it and they're thinking of selling the rest of the company cuz they suck the wind

*West valley Bank phone number 20 on Earth and they decided to sell 60% to us that's controlling share so we're holding all the banks and we devised a system we have security and they call and we're moving on it there are several hundred Bank attempts robbery bank account we stopped most of them they're about 5 million branches half of them are closed and it's not that bad that's not many most of them thought my husband's money or mine was in it.

*Bank of the Ozarks and it's number 30 and it is 70% that we purchased it for today and once again we have the banks in the secure positions we are moving a few out of the Midwest most businesses we buy we relocate from the Midwest most of the places closing down and we need to do it more rapidly

*Swiss bank it's number 7 globally we have only 30% but we're securing the banks because we do not want people to take the banks and it's important and it's a big Bank this bank has branches all over the place it's about 40 million of them and it's very large and my husband doesn't have money there but I do and several cities Atlanta DC New York La San Diego San Francisco at Wichita and that weird trading company at the Great lakes City and that's about it and he has money in Westphalia and people know where that is that's where he was Rhode Island Massachusetts

*Wichita the bank of Wichita and it is what the song is about because people say their money is in there and it's a big bank it's number 50 it's not that many branches most of them are in the midwest itself there's several Banks like that in Europe it's mostly in Europe and it is a division of Swiss bank no Bank of Switzerland but we only have 10%, it's not much at all but we have to secure the banks and by the end of the week we'll probably have all the banks and there's more too and yeah they're trying to engage us with the max and the max don't care and they're trying to engage us with you which won't happen not on a grand scale

*included in the Wichita Bank was Bank of Wells Fargo it's actually a subsidiary of Wells Fargo but we have 80% of Wells Fargo yeah and therefore a controlling share over Bank of Wichita and that's why they're up in arms Wells Fargo is global is number three.

*Northern Bank it's like number 70 and we have only a few million branches but it is the Midwest again and we're securing it now and we guard against Russia's on the bank regard against people taking of this accounts and we protected against computer attack a lot of people will to try and grab us but they're not going to

*wachovia Bank 70% signed today is probably number four yes it is a huge bank it's all over the world and my husband had money in it and several locations in New England including Canada Day so we're going to try and get it to him after a while and you people are ridiculous you don't want to be a benefactor or anything so we shall but we are concerned about this Bank number four is pretty big and we have a number three and there's only a few other Banks and yeah Wells Fargo is number three and the two big ones that gigantic they're the biggest on Earth and we have some interest in them but we're not going to mention how much inspire agreement the next we have several Banks wrapped into one

*there are banks like Bank of Boston but they're part of Bank of America and they're very big but Bank of America is number five and sold us 70% and we have a controlling share and we are locking the banks down make sure that everyone's money is safe there's way too much going on chick Henry chicanery and yes Ken has fun in there they're going to mess with it to try and say it's us and we're going to halt it like we've been halting it for my husband and he is pleased with it it's not much money but there's a ton of activity there this bank is gigantic even though it is number five it's everywhere and they specialize in a different area and they're banking is not the biggest as a result it's in home mortgages they have about 50% of them on Earth and we're going to carry the mortgages and we will talk to people about it and we have programs like short sale we have programs to delay payments on the mortgage we have programs to renegotiate the mortgage sometimes for lesser interest because we didn't buy the debt as much as people think and you really shouldn't because these days half of them drop out cuz they disappear so we're going to do that this company is enormous they have other holdings and investments like land probably 20% of the earth's land and we have a big portion of it

*other companies we purchased finally well this one's a big one we've been waiting forever Holly Davidson and Dan gets it now probably not yet still looking around trying to start a fight and he suddenly see something oh it's Harley Davidson and yeah Harley Davidson has a research and development division and we have 75% of the company but the remaining 25% are separate factories but we worked out a deal that there would be involved in any changes so take place so my husband says I want them up there first thing in the morning 6:00 a.m. we can do r&d and these stitch frame and the saying go blow it out your ass no way and my husband says I'd never make it up there I never make it anywhere at 6:00 a.m. and they're correct. So now they want to go there and they're saying no it doesn't work on us and it says good thank God I don't even think dunkin' donuts is open that early down here and it's true it's not mac daddy says ready to work too this is so boring and nasty and assholes it's like looking at an a****** opening and closing probably is what it is cuz that's what Dave said with his computer God damn it how could we miss this and why am I saying it so my nephew says why am I here and who am I. But we want to know is where the stupid door is and the one he says it's in Prometheus opens that way but doesn't look it so we're going to check it out cuz that's one of them. Mat Daddy says. And bja has been trying to find it good that'll help us and he continues that it's true it's it's hardly worth having to do it. Our ideas are good and there's a decent too and we want to put it into r&d and he wants to do a study on what's happened so far with the automatic shut off s*** and the idiot refuses and substitute it with EMP discharge it's like a small spark plug you know that's great it's fuse to the frame and put a couple so they've done testing an r&d and they were compiler report and we can meet at the r&d factory it's a great idea and we can pick and choose ideas to go through first but he says that's priority and all of these morlock one it out they don't want to deal with it having their own people to the stupid s*** to them they don't have any selective. So he agrees and we're going to check that out really big company we waited for a long time to try for it and now it's reality and it's sooner than he thought and he's shocked he's kind of in a days as he usually is probably be that way after the firstborn. I'm getting my Harley gear I'm going to have Harley helmets Harley jackets Harley pants I can dress up and all that stuff and use it and he can't he says oh you don't want to meet me at like the vasani no or the better yet the circus I do my little act and I'll roll it out right up on the sidewalk yeah I might want to do that. I'll be part of the ex that's a great idea I can be like somewhere large like six four so I'm laughing saying you're a jerk whole bunch of these ladies could get up there had enough of this crap it's not funny you're riding and ride out to his trailer is saying don't give me a s*** and they won't. Alarm just want to say stuff so we're going to publish now you want to put it here and they'll get it out there

Hera

Continuing on Harley-Davidson and yeah we bought 10 Banks and we mentioned five the other 10 are below 50 in their numbering but they're important one of them are funded money in and when our daughter and it's like westfalia oh like wachovia okay there's another one that we purchased it's in the top rankings are number seven US Bank it's only 40% but the rest will come to us and we are securing it. And another bank it's a commercial Bank it's really an investment firm but they have some banking it's mostly investments it's fidelity Tim Doyle has still 20% and we want 80% no we have 60%, the other is bja and they're going to Duke it out and Tim Doyle is going to be surprised. They already have the pipes going and it's for losses that the pseudo empire has suffered and they're kind of on crack because they're playing Scottish music. And if you don't get into. They don't get it they will. Our son paid the bill today so we're happy with that and he forgot to take a picture but he has a receipt and he can take a picture here kind of sucks but they did it to him who slept too with the proof is in his hands and people say deposit it and we know if you did or not and we're pretty sure he did it's a pain in the ass to hold on to so it's already cleared.

Harley-Davidson is a huge company I guess we're going to publish it will get back to it in a moment

Thor Freya

Olympus

It's Harley and David's son and my husband is not David's son but they're going to see his they're going to say he is because they have tests of his blood it looks similar and he looks bigger but he was small like an egg yeah so that's how it goes I guess

Hera

[metaphysicalpistolsoraclemine]

Descending Realities are AI Generated.

The NAA and Power Elite do not want the human population to evolve into the higher frequencies and access the organic future timelines available now. To counter act the ascending planetary shift and cloak the bifurcation event, they have aggressively pushed out every chaotic distraction, along with the Transhumanist agenda, to maintain an iron grip over the human population. The Transhumanist agenda is evident in every form of biological and consciousness hacking through technological, synthetic and digitized methods to try and take over the consciousness energy that exists in organic matter. To maintain control over matter, they have introduced an ever more aggressive military strategy that is enforced through both alien and human created artificial intelligence technology. This combined strategy is to generate the range of artificial frequencies and brain mapping technology that replicate the entire earth realm in virtual realities, through which they hope to have ultimate control. This is so the majority of people on earth cannot tell the difference between AI generated artificial frequencies and the planet’s organic frequencies (dead light versus living light), while they are existing within the artificial holographic reality.

AI intentionally bends Universal Laws through forced light refraction, holographic inserts and replication of DNA code that is designed to enslave the people on earth through deception and trickery.  

This is why we must choose our consent and authority now during the height of the spiritual battle. Commanding our personal space and spiritual right in Universal Law to exist as sovereign and free human beings in the reality that we take full personal responsibility to co-create.

We are entering a surreal time that determines what kind of consciousness reality holograms we are going to be involved with or not. Ascending realities teaming with living consciousness and spirit or descending and dead artificial realities. With the current roll out of the Transhumanist agenda using artificial intelligence software systems, there will be many more artificially projected holographic realities and AI technologies than ever before. Any human or group that involves themselves in the artificial realities of AI holograms, will be subjected to its Law of Structure, which are the rules programmed in the machine and the creator’s intent for that holographic software program. This defines servitude to the machine.

This is the war over consciousness on earth, over how we accept personal responsibility, and how we participate in the hologram. We either accept full responsibility for our consciousness and want to commune with the living spirit in all things, or we give away our consent and personal power to the AI machinery to take full control over our life.

These are the descending timelines on planet that run lower frequencies of artificial, phantom and false realities that are generated by alien technologies using false holograms of dead light. Smashing protons and electrons into frequency fences or metal plates is one way to generate false light fields and inorganic black holes. As many of us know, the artificial intelligence and artificial frequencies have radically increased in some environments and these may have extreme physical sensations for an ascending human.

These artificial frequencies are the recipe for creating human zombies or cyborgs, or a person who is extinguished of all inner light.

A location such as a city that is a descending hub area will have these common low frequency symptoms: riddled with crime and negativity, perpetuating harmful or destructive actions towards self and others, the land will feel dead or barren, will become increasingly less stable politically and economically, and this will be socially reflected through the communities. We have come to understand more deeply that many of these frequencies being intentionally generated towards the public are artificially generated.

For a person who is wearing their 12D Shield, the frequency of alien machinery and negativity will feel appallingly amplified and energetic discernment will be made very clear. For a person who is disconnected and internally miserable, they will be unable to discern the energetic terrain. Most likely they will resonate with that low energy location based on their own unresolved emotional conflicts, suffering and cultural preferences.

A human that chooses to connect to the Eternal God Spirit is aligned to the mechanics of living light consciousness, which interconnect to the mechanics of time and space made in Universal Law.

The Laws will always protect that human while in any dimension or timeline, when making that conscious choice. This choice comes from deep within the heart of a loving, compassionate and empathic person, and not the mind.

AI intentionally bends Universal Laws through forced light refraction, holographic inserts and replication of DNA code that is designed to enslave the people on earth through deception and trickery.  This is why we must choose our consent and authority now during the height of the spiritual battle. Commanding our personal space and spiritual right in Universal Law to exist as sovereign and free human beings in the reality that we take full personal responsibility to co-create.

With the current roll out of the Transhumanist agenda using artificial intelligence software systems, there will be many more artificially projected holographic realities and AI technologies than ever before. Any human or group that involves themselves in the artificial realities of AI holograms, will be subjected to its Law of Structure, which are the rules programmed in the machine and the creator’s intent for that holographic software program.

This defines servitude to the machine.

[gmmoldtech]

What Are the Classification of Injection Mold Processing?

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What Are the Classification of Injection Mold Processing?

Ⅰ. The plastic injection mold processing

Injection molding is a relatively common manufacturing method of industrial products in machining processing. This processing technology obtains the required shape by processing rubber and plastic. There are many types of injection mold processing. In the process of processing, the processing technology should be selected according to the requirements of the injection product.

 Ⅱ. The classification of plastic injection mold processing

1. Single parting surface injection mold

 When the mold is opened, the movable mold and the fixed mold are separated, so that the plastic part is taken out, which is called a single parting surface mold. This processing method is the simplest of the plastic injection mold and molding. It can be divided into single-cavity injection molds or multi-cavity injection molds according to the design. It is widely used in today's production.

 2. Double parting surface injection mold

 Double parting surface injection molding has two parting surfaces. Compared with single parting surface injection molds, double parting surface injection molds have a movable intermediate plate in the fixed mold part, so this type of injection mold is called three-plate injection mold. It is most commonly used for single-cavity or multi-cavity molds with point gate feeding.

 3. Injection mold with lateral parting and core pulling mechanism

 When the plastic part has a side hole or a side depression, it needs to be formed with a core or slider that can move laterally. After injection molding, the movable mold will move down for a certain distance, and then the inclined surface of the bending pin fixed on the fixed template forces the slider to move outwards. At this time, the push rod of the ejection mechanism pushes the plastic part to take off from the core.

 4. Injection mold with movable forming parts

 Due to some special structures of plastic parts, injection molding will be required to be set into movable injection molded parts, such as movable punches, dies, movable inserts, movable threaded cores or shaped rings. During demolding, it can be moved out of the mold together with the plastic part and separated from the plastic part.

 5. Automatic thread unloading injection mold

 For plastic parts with threads, when automatic demolding is required, a freely rotatable thread core or ring can be set on the mold, and the mold opening action or the rotation mechanism of the injection molding machine can be used to drive the thread core or the threaded ring rotates and the plastic part comes out.

 6. Runnerless injection mold

 Runnerless injection mold refers to the method of adiabatic heating of the runner to keep the plastic between the nozzle and the cavity of the injection molding machine in a molten state, so that there is no condensate in the pouring system when the mold is opened and the plastic part is taken out.

 7. The injection mold of the demoulding mechanism on the fixed mold

 In the injection mold, the demolding device is installed on the side of the movable mold, which is of great help to the ejector device in the opening and closing system of the injection molding machine. In actual production, because of the shape limitation of some plastic parts, leaving the plastic parts on the side of the fixed mold is more helpful for forming.

[anantradingpvtltd]

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[gudmould]

Design of rice cooker barrel mold

1 Mold Structure analysis Structure of rice cooker barrel is relatively complex. There is a round hole on the top for placing inner pot of rice cooker. There are buckles of various structures on its outer surface. There is a buckle 1 for installing control panel on the front, and a buckle 2 for installing button above buckle 1. There are buckles 3 and 4 on the left and right sides of plastic…

[helloemergencyservices]

Clogged bathtub drains

A clogged drain is annoying, but that doesn't mean you have to call a plumber. Most clogged drains can be easily fixed with common household items or a few inexpensive tools.

Anatomy of the drain

All drains have a similar structure. At the bottom of the drain pipe is a curved section of pipe called a siphon; under the sink, this siphon is shaped like a "U". Most bathtubs have a slightly different shaped siphon called a "P" siphon because it is shaped like the letter "P". Also, the curves of the trap are meant to "catch" some of the water in the drain line and prevent fumes from going up the pipe and polluting the house.

Over time, however, traps sometimes become clogged, for example, by cooking grease or food debris (in kitchen drains) or by hair and soap residue (in tubs and sinks). Slow-flowing drains are partially clogged, and drains that stop flowing at all are obviously completely clogged.

Removing a clog

The first step in clearing a clog in a bathtub drain is to examine the drain and determine what is clogging it. In bathtubs, a buildup of hair and soap scum often clogs the drain. If you see hair on the bottom of the drain, you can often just reach in and pull out the clog. Since this is not a fun thing to do, you can try bending a wire coat hanger to hold the clog and pull it out. Alternatively, you can use tweezers or even needle-nose pliers.

Using a plunger

If you can't see the clog to pull it out, you can next try plunging the drain. The plumber's helper - for some of us, it's the plunger - has its name for a reason, and it's one of the first tools a professional would use to clear a clogged drain. Fill the bathtub or sink with enough water to cover the bottom of the plunger. Then plug the overflow with a rag, place the plunger over the drain and press down and up five or six times. The pressure should clear the blockage and open the pipe. Lift the plunger and the water should drain quickly. If it does not, try again.

To unclog the drain, you will need to remove the overflow plate and drain mechanism. The overflow plate is usually held in place by two screws. After removing them, you can carefully remove the overflow plate and drain mechanism at the same time.

Clogged drain

If a plunger can't clear a clog, a "snake" - a long, flexible steel cable with a handle - is the next level of escalation. In a sink, you simply insert the snake into the drain, but in a bathtub, you must insert the snake through the opening of the overflow plate. First, insert about 90 cm of the snake into the opening and turn it while pushing it forward.

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[nerdyfangirl67]

Forget About Me - NCIS Reader Insert

Pairing: McGee x fem!reader/mom!reader, Gibbs x reader (platonic/fatherly relationship)

Warnings: anxious reader, child lost and scared, fluff ending

Word count: 2k

Request: @gibbsandpridegirl​

“I was thinking that McGee and reader find out their expecting a baby, and Anastasia finds out and runs away, because she’s scared that Tim and reader won’t want her anymore, and Anastasia gets lost and is all alone, and Tim is in full panic mode, and Gibbs won’t rest until he finds Anastasia, and Gibbs finds her, but she refuses to go home, and clings to Gibbs”

A/N: I am so sorry this took so long @gibbsandpridegirl​ ! I changed it a bit, so I hope you don’t mind and I hope you love it! This is another part of my one-shots with Mcgee x reader with an OC child. 

Thanks so much for the request darling! (Also, I chose this picture because I thought it was cute, but you imagine Anastasia anyway you want to.)

You stare at the pregnancy test in your hands, shock rushing through you at the positive result. Despite your suspicions (your period had been late and you had put on a few pounds despite Tim dragging you to early morning defense classes), you hadn’t expected the pregnancy test to come back positive. You lean back against the bathroom countertop, a hundred different thoughts running through your head, the predominant one being that of how you would tell Tim and Anastasia. When you had married Tim, you hadn’t expected that you would have children anytime soon, at least not within the first few years of your marriage. And yet here you were, within the first two years, with one pre-teen and a baby on the way.

You stand up and hazily walk downstairs, the forgotten test still in your hand as you sit at the kitchen table. You stay that way, blankly staring at grain in the wood of the table until Anastasia walks through the door, followed shortly by Tim. Anastasia comes up and gives you a hug, which you distractedly return as your eyes meet Tim’s. He must have seen the bewildered look on your face because you see him catch Anastasia’s attention and quickly sign something to her. She responds just as rapidly before stomping her way upstairs.

“Ugh, one moody kid is enough.” You murmur as you rest your head against the kitchen table, a wave of nausea abruptly washing over you. You feel a hand come to rest on your upper back, the chair next to yours scraping against the ground as it is pulled away from the table. 

“Y/N?” Tim’s voice is gentle as he starts massaging the tension away in your muscles with the hand he has on your back. 

You wordlessly slide the pregnancy test out from under your arms and over to Tim’s other hand, which was resting lightly on the table. You don’t lift your head, fearing any look of disappointment or regret that might come across his face. Instead, a gentle finger lifts your chin until your eyes meet his soft green ones, which are sparkling with excitement.

“You’re pregnant?” His voice betrays his unbridled joy, barely restrained beneath the surface.

Seeing his reaction brings a smile to your face as you nod. His arms are suddenly sweeping you out of your chair and almost into his as he pulls you in for a tight hug. The hug only lasts a moment though before Tim is quickly standing up and, far more gently, letting you go. “Sorry Y/N. I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He asks in a frazzled manner as he closely looks you over. His hands float over you, lingering around your hips and abdomen, as if to assess the damage he may have caused by hugging you.

“Tim. I am not made of glass. You can still hug me.” You say, a firm undertone carrying your words. Tim gives you a sheepish smile before looping his arms back around you. You bring your arms around his neck, pressing a kiss to his collarbone as you rest your head on his chest. The two of you stay that way for a while, before Tim moves back enough to rest his forehead against yours.

“We’re going to have a baby. A little baby McGee.” He whispers, his excitement reflecting in his green eyes. 

You smile softly at his phrasing. “Maybe we should call him Tony, Tony McGee.” You joke lightly, a laugh bubbling up in your chest at Tim’s horrified expression. “I’m joking Tim.” You step back enough to press a soft kiss on his lips. 

“We should tell Anastasia. She’s going to be a big sister after all.” You say, taking his hand in yours as you move towards the steps. Tim is quick to place a balancing hand on your lower back as you walk up the stairs, making you wonder just how cautious and protective he would be when you were heavily pregnant.

You reach Anastasia’s room, the first door on the left at the top of the stairs, but find it empty. You look at Tim, a curious expression on your face before you walk to the bathroom. You find it empty, a feeling of fear seizing your heart as you do. You roughly push past Tim, rushing to check the spare bedroom, as well as the master bedroom.

“Anastasia!” You call, despite knowing that she can’t hear you. You barely wait to listen for her reply before you are calling her again. After not finding her in the master bedroom, you frantically start looking through the upstairs rooms again before scrambling down the stairs and to the rooms on the main floor. Each empty room leaves you feeling a little more hopeless. 

Tim finally stops you, with a firm set of hands on your shoulders, when you start to head outside to look for her. “Y/N,” he starts as you desperately try to get out of his grip to continue looking for her. “I need to find her Tim. I need to find her.” You say, tears distorting your vision as the fight leaves you. “I need-I need...” You taper off as it becomes harder to talk through the tears. 

Tim pulls you in close, wrapping his arms tightly around you. “I called Gibbs and he’ll be here soon with Tony.” You press your face into his chest, allowing his familiar scent to comfort you. The two of you hold onto each other for a while before Tim leads you to the kitchen table, helping you sit. You sit stiffly in the hard chair, staring at the wood grain of the table top as Tim putters around in the kitchen behind you. 

Tim slides a plate with your favorite snack in front of you on the table, snapping you out of your trance. “You need to eat Y/N.” He says quietly, sitting down next to you as you shake your head at him. “I can’t Tim, not when she’s out there, scared and alone.” You whisper, blinking away the tears as you look at him. He leans in close, wiping away a tear falling down your cheek as he leans his forehead against yours. He places a soft hand on your cheek, pulling you in closer to press his lips against yours. The kiss is comforting and reassuring, not meant to be seductive but to serve as a reminder that he was there for you.

Just as the two of you break away from each other, a loud knock sounds on the door. You scramble up from your chair, moving quickly to the door. Swinging it open, you find Gibbs and Tony standing on your doorstep. One look at Gibbs’ all knowing, ice blue eyes and you feel the tears coming back. As he steps inside, you impulsively hug him, needing to feel a kind of comfort you only ever felt around him. He squeezes you tightly as he whispers, “We’ll find her Y/N.”

After twenty minutes of going over the night’s events, in which you quietly admit that you had discovered you were pregnant only a few hours earlier (to which you are greeted with awkward congratulations, considering the circumstances), the four of you decide to split up and search for Anastasia. 

Gibbs POV:

Gibbs was tasked with searching your neighborhood’s park and the surrounding area. The park was less than ten blocks from your house, so he decided to walk. He kept a brisk pace, looking for her among the darkening features of the quiet suburban street and scanning for any possible signs of struggle on the way. By the time he reached the park, his outlook had diminished and his fear of a possible negative outlook had increased. His initial scan of the playground equipment and the outdoor pavilion does not uncover anything, which doesn’t help his current feelings. He still does a thorough search of the equipment, his hope waning by the time he reached the old wooden castle shaped play structure. A soft whimpering sound catches his attention and he follows it. 

Huddled in the small space at the top of the structure is Anastasia, her legs drawn in close as she rests her head on her knees, her arms wrapped protectively around herself. Gibbs knows she can’t see him, nor could she hear him, so he takes heavy steps, hoping she feels the vibrations of his footsteps, as he climbs the playground equipment. She lifts her head and he can barely make out the terrified expression on her face due to the growing darkness, which is only broken up by the low glow of the park’s floodlights. 

“Poppa!” Anastasia’s garbled cry comes as she stands up and runs to him, throwing her small arms around him in a hug. He returns the hug, a profound feeling of relief flooding over him as he did. He holds her for a few moments before pulling back. 

‘Your mom is worried sick Anastasia.’ He signs slowly, making sure she can see his hands properly as he does.

Anastasia shakes her head violently, backing away from him at the same time. ‘No, no. I’m not going back.’ Her signing is rapid and choppy, almost to the point where he misses what she was saying.

He gives her a quizzical look before asking her, ‘Why don’t you want to go home Anastasia?’ She starts to sign quickly again, her movements jagged as she wipes tears away from her face at the same time. He places a hand over both of hers, waiting for her to look at him before he signs ‘Slowly.’ 

She takes a deep breath before starting again, much slower this time. ‘Momma and Papa are going to have a baby. They won’t want me anymore.’

Gibbs pulls her in for another hug, holding her close for a moment before moving back. ‘Anastasia, they are worried about you because they love you and will always want you. You are their child just as this baby will be.’ He signs.

Still Anastasia shakes her head. ‘I want to be with you Poppa. Please?’ Her signing is slow, yet still shaky as new tears form in her eyes. Gibbs wipes away a stray tear before pressing a kiss to her forehead. 

‘Anastasia, you can always stay with me, but you belong with your mom and dad. They love you just as much as I do.’ He stops a moment, taking her in before continuing. ‘If you ever need me, I’m only a call away and I will always let you stay with me, okay?’ She nods, taking the hand he offers her. Gibbs shoots you and Tim a text, saying he had found Anastasia and that the two of you were on the way back to the house. The walk back to the house goes by quickly, Anastasia clinging to his hand the entire walk back.  

Your POV: 

You hear the door opening and you rush to the foyer, your eyes searching frantically for Anastasia until they land on her. You pull her in for a tight hug, warm tears of relief rolling down your face. You trace the words ‘I love you’ on her back as you hold her close. Anastasia is stiff in your grasp for a moment before she returns the hug, saying “Momma” as she does. 

You pull back, sniffling out “Anastasia?” as you look at her. It was the first time you had heard her say the words and a feeling of joy courses through you.

You quickly sign in response. ‘Thank you Anastasia. It means so much to hear you say that. I love you so much.’ Anastasia lets out a small smile just as Tim comes around the corner. You take his hand, pulling him and Anastasia in close for a group hug. Even after the scare with Anastasia, you couldn’t feel happier. You had everything you needed with your family safe in your arms. 

[plokoonsdisapprovingeyebrows]

i’ve been trying to figure out what cybertronian geology is like for years and so far i don’t have many conclusions, but i fuckin love the ones i do have lol. Here’s my ramble, part New Shit and part stuff i posted on a different site a couple years back:

Primus (Cybertron) and Unicron (Earth) are entities that are kind of like interstellar whales, or alternatively, vacuum cleaners. They float around the cosmos in search of Space Dust that contains interesting and useful elements, which is gobbled up, mined for tasty bits, and stored in a planetoid body around their cores. Under normal circumstances, the core entity is continually and actively moving stuff around inside the planet, meaning that these planets tend to be extremely tectonically active and thin of crust. 

Beneath the stored Space Dust, there's a 'skeleton body' that can be built upon, and if necessary the planetary body (which is mostly storage) can be shed/recycled to allow Primus to fuck off and do whatever without carrying a whole planet around. However, shedding this extra mass results in the destruction of the planet - so it's kind of a last resort, as long as you give a fuck about what's crawling around on your surface. 

Primus' 'skeleton body' folds down into an 'alt-mode' that's more or less an enclosure for a primordial spark. Primus, recovering from the battle against Unicron, went dormant for a long time, entering this alt-mode form and drifting through the young universe, collecting Space Dust along the way. Primus used these collected minerals to recuperate, and then had the great idea of creating the Thirteen - which were also formed out of that space dust, purified and alloyed together by Primus and given life with a spark split from Primus' own. And then the Thirteen got together and had their own kids, and Primus was like "Ah. I have grandchildren."

Primus has therefore spent the last 4.5 billion years more or less napping, meaning that Cybertron is much more stable than it ought to be. It still has some pseudotectonics, but the result of this activity is more like when you have a restless night’s sleep and you wake up and all the blankets have fallen off to one side lol. There is not as much internal heat inside Cybertron as there is on Earth; the role of convection is mainly filled by various Primus Bullshit processes, like the giant fuckin arms that rove (extremely slowly) through the mantle, looking for the snacks Primus hid at the back of the metaphorical fridge eons ago and forgot about. These arms also channel the byproducts of Primus’ consumption back up to the surface, where these byproducts occasionally become useful to Cybertronians.

This happens mainly in rift zones, alongside volcanic and pseudovolcanic features which are essentially god farting. Volcanism is rare and tends to be of the gaseous, explosive variety because of cooler internal temperatures and the way everything comes to the surface all jumbled together.  

There are... three? layers to Cybertron:

the central core, which is relatively small and all Primus. The core is immobile, most of the time (pls insert the free real estate meme here, only with Megatron holding some dark energon) because if the core moves, Shit Is Going Down.

an intermediate layer, which is made up primarily of sensibly-arranged Space Dust. Like Earth’s mantle, it is a solid which acts like a liquid over sufficiently large timescales, meaning , There’s also some of Primus' skeleton arms and a few extra structures left over from when the Thirteen were being built and trained, such as the Well of All Sparks. Primus maintains these bc it’s nice to be able to talk to the grandkids once in a while.

and then a surface layer which is more or less analogous to the Earth's lithosphere, formed of the most recent Space Stuff acquired by Primus (during the Dynasty of Primes and especially the Cataclysm). This forms a single but not 100% whole tectonic plate which gets stretched and thinned and crumpled up in places due to Primus’ pseudotectonic activity.  There are crumple zones, such as the Main Divide and the Manganese Mountains, where two regions of the surface are being pushed together and thickening, folding, fracturing and welding back together under the pressure. There are fracture zones, where the surface is being pulled apart in all sorts of directions and so the crust thins and a complex system of rift valleys and depressions opens up - one of these runs from the northeastern Sea of Rust up into the Mitteous Plateau, a former crumple zone now being worn down by erosion.

Unicron on the other hand got well and truly knocked tf out by the Thirteen, allowing the planetary mantle of the Earth to develop more or less like a normal rocky planet. This meant that a lot of the best elements sank down to Unicron’s core on their own and Unicron is now both fast asleep and absolutely lost in the nickel/iron sauce. 

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Injection Mold Manufacturing: A Comprehensive Guide

Injection mold tooling and design are critical aspects of the manufacturing process for a wide range of products, from automotive components to consumer goods. The mold, which is essentially a hollow cavity, is used to shape the plastic material into the desired form. The design and construction of the mold directly influence the quality, efficiency, and cost-effectiveness of the production process.

Key Components of Injection Mold Tooling

Mold Base

The foundation of an injection mold is the mold base. It's typically made of hardened steel or aluminum and provides a rigid structure for the other components. The base is typically split into two halves: the A-side and the B-side.

Cavity and Core

The cavity and core are the negative and positive shapes that define the final part. The cavity is the hollow space that will be filled with the plastic, while the core forms the internal features. These components are often machined into the mold base or inserted as separate pieces.

Ejector System

Once the plastic has cooled and solidified, the ejector system is used to remove the part from the mold. This system typically consists of ejector pins or plates that are pushed into the cavity to force the part out.

Cooling System

To ensure that the plastic cools evenly and quickly, a cooling system is incorporated into the mold. This system typically involves circulating a coolant, such as water or oil, through channels within the mold base. The coolant absorbs heat from the plastic, accelerating the cooling process.

Runner and Gate System

The runner and gate system is responsible for delivering molten plastic from the injection nozzle to the cavity. The runner is a channel that carries the plastic from the nozzle to the gate, which is the point where the plastic enters the cavity.

Sprue and Runner

The sprue is the main channel that connects the injection nozzle to the runner system. The runner is a network of channels that distributes the plastic to the various cavities within the mold.

Gate

The gate is the opening through which the molten plastic flows into the cavity. There are various types of gates, such as edge gates, tunnel gates, and submarine gates, each with its own advantages and disadvantages.

Vent

Vents are small channels that allow air to escape from the mold as the plastic fills the cavity. This helps prevent air pockets and ensures a complete and even fill.

Additional Components

Depending on the specific requirements of the part, additional components may be included in the mold. These can include:

Slides:Moving elements that allow for complex part geometries.

Inserts:Pre-formed parts that are inserted into the mold before the plastic is injected.

Bushing:A metal sleeve that guides the sprue or runner.

Design Considerations

1. Part Geometry:The shape and complexity of the part will significantly impact the mold design. Features like undercuts, draft angles, and wall thicknesses must be carefully considered to ensure manufacturability.

2. Material Selection:The choice of plastic material will influence the mold design, as different materials have varying properties that require specific tooling considerations.

3. Production Volume:The anticipated production volume will determine the type of mold to be used. For high-volume production, a multi-cavity mold may be more suitable, while for low-volume production, a single-cavity mold might suffice.

4. Cycle Time: The desired cycle time, or the time it takes to produce one part, will influence the mold design. Factors like cooling efficiency and runner design can impact cycle time.

5. Cost:The cost of the mold is a significant factor to consider. The design must balance the need for quality and efficiency with the cost constraints of the project.

Design Optimization

1. Simulation:Computer-aided engineering (CAE) tools can be used to simulate the injection molding process and identify potential problems before the mold is manufactured. This can help optimize the design and reduce the risk of defects.

2. Mold Flow Analysis: This analysis can help predict the flow of molten plastic within the mold, identify potential issues like air entrapment or short shots, and optimize the runner and gate system.

3. Design for Manufacturing (DFM): By considering manufacturing constraints early in the design process, it is possible to create molds that are easier to manufacture and maintain.

Conclusion

Injection mold tooling and design are critical for the successful production of plastic parts. By carefully considering factors such as part geometry, material selection, production volume, cycle time, and cost, it is possible to design and manufacture molds that meet the desired quality, efficiency, and cost requirements.

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Concept schematics for Ian’s prosthetic arm and leg (right side).

Both equipped with alien metal structural “bone” or framework, elastic fiber, zmechanical muscle, ball joints, fiber optic cables, and hard armor like plating. All to simulate biological components (ie nerves, tendons,…etc)

His arm is more light weight full of motors to aid in bending/lifting motions by engaging together or in opposite rotational directions (like a car’s differential). The vents prevent overheating. There are also little claw like attachments on the tips of each digit. This allows Ian to better grip onto things and pick up a smaller items. While the arm is designed to be very dexterous, its movements are still “clunkier” than a flesh one.

His leg lacks most of these extra components as its purposes are limited to balance, strength, and support. With large “muscles” behind the thigh and calf, they provide plenty of power to push and carry extremely heavy objects.

The elastic fibers act as springs so when Ian isn’t actively rotating his ankle or shifting weight on his toe piece, his leg returns to a neutral straight up and down orientation. This plus a gyroscope located above the knee drastically lowers Ian’s falling risk especially if there is a sudden electronic failure.

The bottom of his foot is fitted with a set of super magnets, one on the ball and another on the heel. This allows Ian to plant his foot onto Rajin’s surface while working on engineering projects. Lastly, his foot has motion sensors and if it detects sudden movements in any direction, sharp spikes are quickly deployed (ie on slippery ice).

The leg attaches and removes quickly with a magnetic snap onto the still intact upper thigh. His right arm was in worse shape prior to amputation where everything had to be removed from the shoulder outward. This means arm insertion is more of a vigorous and somewhat uncomfortable process as the electric signals shoot between the arm and Ian waking up his own nerves testing and ensuring a tight connection (think Edward’s Elric’s Automail)