#Silicone Paste Heat Sink

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Stars DRG 102 CPU Silicone Thermal Paste Heat Sink/Thermal Grease/Thermal Compound

Thermal silicone paste is an important component of electronic device cooling systems. It is a form of thermal interface material (TIM) used to transfer heat from one component to another. The paste bridges the small crevices between the two surfaces, improving heat transmission efficiency and preventing overheating.

CPU cooling systems are one of the most prevalent applications for thermal silicone paste. CPUs generate a lot of heat while running, and if they aren't properly cooled, they can suffer from performance concerns and even damage. A heatsink is useful in this situation. A heatsink is a component that absorbs and dissipates heat away from the processor. However, in the case of the heatsink It must be in contact with the CPU in order to function properly. Here's when heated silicone paste comes in handy.

Before installing the heatsink,  Silicone Thermal Paste  is applied to the surface of the CPU. The paste covers the small crevices between the two surfaces, resulting in a stronger thermal connection. This allows heat to go more quickly from the CPU to the heatsink, keeping the CPU cool and preventing damage.

There are numerous types of thermal silicone paste on the market, each with its own distinct qualities and benefits. Some are intended to be high-performance, while others are intended to be more cost-effective. The trick is to select a thermal paste that is appropriate for your particular application.

The Silicone Thermal Paste Heat Sink is a popular type of thermal silicone paste. This paste is high-quality and suited for use with a wide range of electronic components. It is especially well-suited for usage with CPU coolers, heatsinks, and other cooling-required equipment such as graphics cards and motherboards.

The Silicone Thermal Paste Heat Sink is comprised of high-quality silicone material with outstanding thermal conductivity. It is simple to apply and spreads evenly throughout the component's surface, ensuring a continuous thermal connection. The paste is also non-corrosive and non-toxic, making it suitable for use with electronic components.

Adaptability of the Silicone Thermal Paste Heat Sink is another advantage. It is compatible with a wide range of electronic components, making it an excellent choice for both DIY enthusiasts and experts. This thermal paste can help keep your electronics cool and prevent damage whether you're building a gaming PC or fixing a laptop.

When applying thermal silicone paste, it is critical to do so correctly. The paste should be placed in a thin layer, with care made to cover the whole surface of the component. Too much paste can actually reduce thermal conductivity, so only use a tiny amount.

Finally, thermal silicone paste is an important component of electronic device cooling systems. Silicone Thermal Paste Heat Sink is a high-quality, adaptable paste that may be used with a variety of components. When used correctly, it can assist to enhance thermal conductivity and minimize overheating, resulting in better performance and a longer lifespan for electronic devices.

[tabileaks]

Will the heat of 2024 sink the world?

[pathologicalreid]

here with me | s.r.

four times Spencer feels out of place in your house after being released from prison, and one time it's like he never left

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who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: fluff content warnings: mom!reader, dad!spencer, post prison, crying, stephen walker's death, non-specified illness, baking, kissing word count: 3.58k a/n: i love this fic format i have been wanting to do it for ages. and here we are. as always-tell me how you feeeeeeeel

“I wanna stay home,” your daughter whined from her place at the kitchen table. She periodically reached to her sister’s high chair so that she could steal blueberries from her plate.

You hummed, pouring the egg mixture into the preheated skillet, “We played hooky yesterday, bub. We’ve gotta go back to school today.” Using a silicone spatula, you started to scramble the eggs.

She grumbled unintelligibly, dramatically sliding down the chair, “Livvy gets to stay home.”

Turning down the heat on the stove, you went around the counter and crouched in front of your five-year-old, “Well, Livvy’s two, and before you ask, Finn’s not going to school either.”

“Finn’s a baby, mom. He can’t go to school,” she told you proudly.

You frowned at your daughter, “It’s hard to be the oldest, honey. We can’t keep staying home.” Ruffling her hair affectionately, you get up from the floor and go back to the stove, you continue scrambling the eggs.

To your eldest, going back to kindergarten was a fate worse than death. It wasn’t strictly that she didn’t want to go to school, it was that she didn’t want to leave home. The sniffle from the table lets you know that this morning was going to be harder than you initially anticipated. “I wanna stay with daddy,” she cried, kicking her legs at the table.

Turning off the heat, you set the pan on a trivet before going back to the table, “I know,” you responded. Every time you thought you had run out of tears, new ones managed to find their way out.

Of your three kids, Eleanor was old enough to really feel Spencer’s absence. To your dismay, she ended up bearing some of the burden of her father being gone for three months. After staying with your parents for a few days, she was finally reunited with her dad yesterday morning, and they had been nearly inseparable since.

“Oh, Nell,” you sighed, cupping her cheeks in your hands, “I don’t know if daddy has plans today. He has a lot of stuff that needs to be done.

Pulling away from your touch, she frantically wiped the tears from her eyes, “I can do stuff too,” she whimpered.

She unwound your resolve like a ball of yarn, “I know you can, honey. I just…” you faltered. You had let her miss so much school over the last three months that the school had sent letters home, “We’ll just have to see.”

You sighed helplessly, standing back up and smiling softly at Olivia, who had successfully gotten blueberry juice everywhere. Returning to the kitchen, you put some scrambled eggs on Eleanor’s plate and put more in a bowl for Olivia, setting it aside to cool more before you give it to your toddler.

Putting the pan in the sink, you flipped on the tap before starting to clean it. While you kept a watchful eye on the baby monitor, you didn’t notice Spencer come downstairs and walk into the kitchen. In fact, you were completely unaware of his presence until he spoke, “Can I help with anything?”

You lost your grip on the pan, sending soapy water flying all over the kitchen as you frantically tried to catch the handle. Eleanor either didn’t notice or didn’t care. Olivia thought it was hilarious. “Oh,” you breathed as Spencer reached over and turned off the water, “You scared me.”

The two of you shared a timid glance, his hand ghosting over your waist as he walked past you to where the girls were sitting.

Biting the dead skin off of your lips, you finished rinsing the pan before setting it on a drying mat. You were wiping down the countertop when Finn finally woke up, and you dropped everything to go get him from his crib, almost like you were running on autopilot.

Unzip the sleep sack. Change the diaper. Get dressed. Cuddle him. Every morning. In that order.

Resting the groggy baby on your hip, you made your way back downstairs and into the kitchen, starting the bottle warmer and listening to the conversation between Spencer and Nellie.

“What if you go to school today, but on Friday we can both take the day off? We could go out for lunch,” he offered, crouching down so he was at her level.

She looked pointedly over at Olivia, who was happily eating the eggs that you assumed Spencer had given her, now thoroughly doused in ketchup, “Just us?”

Spencer nodded reassuringly, “If it’s okay with mommy, we can have a daddy and Nellie day.” He reached out tentatively and tucked some of her hair behind her ear, everything about him seemed so timid.

You looped around the kitchen table, ruffling Olivia’s hair before doing the same to Eleanor’s and even Spencer’s, which made Olivia giggle.

“Can I?” Spencer asked, nodding his head to the bottle that you had just grabbed from the warmer.

Blinking absently for a moment, you eventually nodded, handing Finn over to his dad along with the bottle, watching as Spencer cradled him, walking him around the kitchen while his bottle was clamped between his tiny hands. “Hey, girls, time to get dressed,” you said, forcing yourself to peel your eyes off of your husband.

Eleanor groaned but got up anyway, trudging up the steps while you followed with Olivia in your arms, feeling like you were missing something without Finn also in tow.

Nell made her way back down first, sitting on the couch and watching her dad, keeping an eye on him like she was afraid he was going to disappear before her very eyes. “Daddy?” She whispered, her voice barely audible from your place at the top of the stairs.

“Yeah?” He asked, you heard the sound of him setting the bottle in the sink.

She’s quiet for a moment before responding, “I missed you.”

Spencer’s footsteps stopped abruptly, “I missed you too, lovebug.”

You started to make your way down the stairs, letting Olivia go down on her own now that she wasn’t covered in blueberry. Eleanor looked at you with big eyes before helping her sister climb up on the couch. “Finny, Finny, Finny,” Olivia echoed.

Zipping up Eleanor’s school lunch in her bag, you sighed, hoping you were doing the right thing by sending her to school. “Hey, Nell,” you said, checking a new message on your phone, “Mrs. Jareau is here.”

JJ’s carpools had saved you multiple times while Spencer was in prison, you were just grateful she was willing to continue them.

Normally, she’d run out the door at the prospect of being able to talk to Henry, but this time she lingered by the front door, holding her backpack straps in her hands and staring at her dad, “Will you be here when I get home?”

He looked at you, a thousand emotions flashing in his brown eyes, and he squatted in front of her, “I’ll be here,” he said, holding out his pinky finger to interlock with her much smaller one. “I promise,” he said, kissing her forehead before standing up.

Once you knew she was off to school, you made sure Olivia was settled in on the couch and Finn was in his bouncer before going back to the kitchen to finish cleaning up. You were placing dishes in the dishwasher when Spencer came back.

“I’m sorry,” he said, leaning against the countertop and handing you a bowl to put on the top rack.

Taking the bowl, you didn’t look at him as you placed it in the dishwasher before putting a tablet in and pressing the start button, “I wish you’d stop apologizing.”

He stepped slightly closer to you, “I know. It’s just… watching you handle all three of them in the morning. It’s incredible,” he praised you. “I left you alone,” he said mournfully.

You shrugged, having never really thought of it that way, “You didn’t leave me alone. I had them,” you said, nodding in the direction of the living room, where Finn and Olivia were having a conversation that only the two of them could understand.

You sighed in relief as the shower water washed over you, an early afternoon shower just before Eleanor got home from school, the little ones were down for their naps, and you had to race against time before one of them woke up. It didn’t give you a lot of time to just sit under the running water, but you’d have enough time to wash your hair before you needed to pause the shower.

You had narrowly avoided disaster this morning when the girls’ breakfasts had been mixed up. Thankfully, you navigated a toddler meltdown that was triggered by the appearance of ham in her eggs. Poor Spencer was still confused even after you explained to him that she wouldn’t eat ham because it’s pink and pink is her favorite color.

It wasn’t something that made a lot of sense to you either, but the only person that it needed to make sense to was your two-year-old.

Rinsing your hair, you remembered how happy Spencer had been when he got Finn down last night. He’d spent the day talking about how babies don’t start to really recognize faces until they’re around four months old, and that was about how old he was when Spencer left.

Finn knew his dad. He’d even started reaching out for him when he wanted to be held but feeling comfortable enough to be put down for the night by him—it felt like a milestone.

The crying started right after you finished rinsing your hair, you quickly shut off the water and grabbed your towel off of the hook. Wrapping it around yourself, you dried off your feet before opening the bathroom. Sometimes when Finn cried while you were in the shower, you’d just bring him in with you to finish, but when you opened the door, his tears were already waning.

Spencer had gotten to him first, scooping him out of the crib in your room and holding him to his chest, “Hey, buddy,” he cooed softly, “What’s wrong?”

The baby chattered in response, gripping the cotton of Spencer’s t-shirt in his tiny fists and wiping his tears away.

“You’re alright,” Spencer whispered, placing him on your bed to undo his sleep sack, smiling at his son when he kicked his legs once freed. “You just wanted to be held, huh? Your sister was the same way when she was a baby,” he said.

Nell. He was remembering Nell as a baby, who slept best when she was being held and would cry if you were out of her line of sight.

Spencer turned around, stopping in his tracks when he saw you in the doorway, “Did you finish?”

You’d been caught, “Oh. Could you get a new soap from the hall closet? We’re out,” you fibbed, mindful of the way your hair was still dripping wet.

He frowned, “I just put a new one in this morning. Did you look on the caddy?”

Blinking, you shook your head, “No, my bad.”

You had already started closing the door when he called for you, “Honey?”

Pausing, you peeked out the door to look at him, “Yeah?”

“I’m here,” he told you, something urgent in his tone.

Your face warmed, the reminder of his presence making your heart race, “I—” you faltered, “I know.”

You had managed to get Nell out the door without a fight this morning with the promise of her father-daughter date tomorrow. Olivia was settled with her toys in your line of sight and Finn was in a sling. The baby hadn’t slept well last night, and you were fairly certain that he had a new tooth poking through. He seemed fine now, catching up on sleep while you wiped down the kitchen.

Spencer was across from you, filling out some required papers for his reinstatement hearing. He hadn’t fully committed to seeking reinstatement until you brought it up. Frankly, you were horrified by the fact that Spencer was under the impression that you would ask him to leave the BAU for any reason.

“What do you have planned today?” Spencer asked you, still focusing on the papers while making gentle conversation with you.

You raised your eyebrows briefly, “Really awesome exciting stuff.” You took a sip of your coffee before adjusting Finn’s sling. Very slowly, you were beginning to find a new routine with Spencer and the kids in the morning. Spencer was learning about everything that had changed, and you were learning how to give him more responsibilities around the house.

You needed to let go of the notion that you were still alone. Spencer hummed in response, laughing at your blatant oversell, “Like what?”

Smiling, you dried your hands on a tea towel before standing next to him, distracting him from his paperwork with the cuteness of a sleeping baby. “There is so much dirty laundry in this house,” you told him, “I’m surprised anyone has any clean clothes.”

“Anything else?” Spencer asked, placing one hand gently on your hip and pressing a tentative kiss to your lips.

You hesitated, “Uh, cooking?”

He looked at you curiously, “Cooking for what?”

Chewing on the inside of your lip, you looked over at Olivia, making sure she was preoccupied before answering, “Monica and the kids.”

Realization dawned over Spencer’s face, “Oh,” he breathed. It didn’t surprise you that Spencer had conflicting feelings about Stephen’s death, given that he hadn’t known him that well prior to his arrest, but he and his family had grown close to you in your husband’s absence.

You nodded, “There’s a meal train thing going on for them, so I was going to make some stuff and drop it there later.” Tentatively, you smoothed Spencer’s hair back, needing something to do with your hands, “Maya used to babysit a lot when I needed extra hands. I just want to feel like I’m returning the favor.”

“Can I come with you?” Spencer asked, tilting his head back to look up at you.

Smiling softly at him, you answered, “Of course.” You sniffled, “If we time it right, we could pick Nell up from school at the end of the day.”

He squeezed your hip comfortingly, “I love you.”

You leaned down and kissed him again, “I love you too.”

The chattering woke you up, Finn in his crib talking to himself as you glared at the alarm clock. It was just past three in the morning, and the second thing you noticed was that you were alone in your bed.

You sat up in a panic, worried you had dreamt the past few weeks until your eyes found Spencer’s watch sitting on his nightstand. Rubbing your eyes, you dragged yourself out of bed before getting Finn from his crib, taking his sleep sack off to make him easier to hold, “Hey,” you whispered, “Let’s go find daddy.”

It didn’t take you long, Spencer was sitting on the floor in the hallway, his knees bent to his chest as he looked into Nell’s room, her space nightlight providing a soft glow into the hallway.

“If you move to the left about a foot, you can see both of them at the same time,” you informed him.

He listened, shifting over so that he could see Eleanor and Olivia at the same time, both of them sleeping peacefully in their beds. Spencer looked up at you, “Why do you know that?”

You slid down the wall, taking a seat next to him and settling Finn lengthwise along your thighs, “At the beginning of March, Nell brought home a virus from school and gave it to Liv, and then one of them gave it to Finn. So, I’d sit out here in the hallway and watch the girls with Finny in my lap,” you told him, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Just so I’d be nearby if any of them needed anything,” you kept your voice at a whisper, rocking your legs in hopes that it would soothe Finn back to sleep.

Spencer didn’t respond for a moment, thinking through what you had said before finally speaking up, “No one told me they’d been sick.”

Humming, you smoothed the baby’s hair back, keeping it out of his face, “I didn’t tell anyone.” To this day, no one else knew that you had juggled three sick kids at once, “I lied to JJ and told her that I was keeping Nell home for a few days, and she didn’t push for more information.” No one had pushed you for anything in the past three months.

“Why didn’t you ask for help?” Spencer asked, leaning his head on yours and resting a hand on your knee.

You didn’t want to, quite honestly. You hadn’t wanted to have to call your mom or anyone from the BAU when you needed help because it felt like an admission of sorts. Admitting that Spencer was gone long-term and that you were a solo parent. “I don’t know,” you lied, “I felt like I had something to prove to the world.”

Spencer swallowed thickly next to you, “Did it work?”

Shaking your head, you sighed a breath of relief at his presence, “No.”

He was quiet for a while, likely wallowing in a pit of guilt that he had been constructing for weeks, “We should get him back to bed.”

“Spence?” You whispered, closing your eyes and listening to the sounds of your quiet house, “Can we just stay like this for a little while?”

Humming a confirmation, Spencer placed a gentle kiss on the crown of your head, leaving his hand resting on your knee while the two of you remained in the hallway, enjoying each other’s company.

“We should’ve done cupcakes,” you said mournfully, turning on the oven light to see that there was something very off about the cake you’d put in the oven.

Spencer hummed, looking at the recipe again to see if there was something you had missed, “Why didn’t we do cupcakes?”

You huffed, “The Pinterest photo I found was of a cake.” It was a perfect cake, complete with a purple graduation cap made out of fondant that you could put on the top. The only problem was you had severely overestimated your baking abilities.

“So,” Spencer started, “It’s your fault.”

Scoffing, you tapped his chest with a silicone spatula, “It’s the fault of whoever posted the original photo!”

Spencer smiled at you, a dopey look in his eyes despite it being one in the morning. “We should’ve asked Penelope to do the cake,” he told you, flipping over the recipe you had printed out.

“We can make a cake,” you retorted, you were throwing a very small party for Nell’s last day of kindergarten—the first time you’ve invited a group over since Spencer was arrested. “You have three PhDs and you don’t think you can bake a cake?”

He raised his eyebrows at you, “This might come as a surprise to you, but none of my coursework ever involved baking.”

You grinned at him, “That does surprise me, it’s basically chemistry,” you challenged.

Spencer rolled his eyes, “Okay, come here,” he said, pulling you into his arms by the fabric of your t-shirt.

Realization fell over you as you scrambled to get away, “No! You’re gonna put frosting on my nose again.” It would be his second offense of the evening.

He followed you into the living room where you tripped over a toy truck, causing you to fall to the ground. When he offered a hand to help you up, you tugged him to the floor, causing one of the balloons that you had previously blown up to pop.

You covered your mouth to muffle your giggles, waiting to see if the noise had woken any of the kids up.

The kids were all so happy to have Spencer back, but your stomach twisted at the realization that this was the first night you’d really felt like you had Spencer back. You loved the kids, but you haven’t had a moment without them since February.

“Hey,” you said to Spencer, rolling over and flinging a balloon at him for good measure.

Carefully, you rested your chin on his chest, staring at him while he tried to calm his own laughter, “Hi,” he said back, ruffling your hair affectionately.

You took a deep breath before speaking up again, “I missed you.”

You hadn’t said it yet. You’d developed some misconstrued fear of making him feel guilty if you’d told him just how much you missed him, but it was the truth. You missed him. He smiled softly down at you, almost as if he had been waiting for you to say the words. “I missed you too,” he whispered.

Slowly, you lifted yourself up and pressed your lips to his, kissing him. It was more than any of the quick pecks you’d shared in the last few weeks, it was real. His hands dug into your waist as if he was afraid you were going to disappear, but you stayed there. You stayed with him, and you always would.

Up until the timer for the cake went off, your phone buzzing in your pocket when you finally pulled away. Breathing heavily, Spencer asked, “Is it too late to ask Penelope to do the cake?”

[tightjeansjavi]

The Rite of Movement | drabble

“creamy”

A/N: in anticipation for the suction cup dildo I ordered myself…😵‍💫

~word count: 750~

Summary: Joel watches as you fuck yourself with a dildo until he can’t help himself any longer.

Pairing | pornstar!joel x pornstar!female reader

Warnings: none, fluff, smut, domestic intimacy, established relationship, deep profound trust, amateur porn video, praise kink, sir kink, language, dirty talk, f!masturbation with a sex toy, oral f receiving, unprotected piv, soft!dom joel, reader and Joel and are stupid in love, readers nickname is baby love, reader has no physical descriptions, Joel is in his 40’s reader is in her 30’s, +18 minors dni!

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Needy little hot breaths, and strained whines slip past your parted lips as you slowly work the thick, silicone dildo inside your slick, weeping little hole. A drool of your arousal drips down the crux of your thighs, staining the sheets beneath you. Your chest is glistening in beads of sweat, soft and glowing under the ambient lighting.

“Joel, please. I—I need more.” You whimpered, canting your hips upwards, desperate to feel more than what the ribbed silicone was giving you.

You had only recently grown accustomed to the idea of Joel being more of a dom towards you. It was baby steps in heed of the trauma you faced while working for Brazzers.

“Not yet, baby love. Keep workin’ yourself up. I know it ain’t as good as my cock, but you’re bein’ such a good girl, baby. Fuckin’ yourself so good on that cock. Wish you could see how pretty your pussy looks from this angle.” He hums, sinking down on his knees between your legs with the camera zoomed in on the small opening between the dildo plunging in and out of your cunt.

He licks his lips as his eyes zone in on your slick coating the silicone, squelching soft sounds of your velvety walls pulling the silicone in further and further to your wet heat.

“So fuckin’ pretty, baby love. You hear those sweet little noises your pussy is making? She’s so wet. She’s glistening…” he trails off, getting lost in the intimate moment of seeing you this up close. His cock twitches against the comforter pathetically, and he shifts his hips slightly for a moment of relief.

“Joel. Please, baby. I need—fuck—please.” You shallowly pump the silicone faster, breath hitching and back arching upwards on the mattress.

“Words, baby love. Tell me what you need. C’mon, pretty girl. Lemme hear you.” He said encouragingly, letting his palm rest close to your core, gently spreading you open further so he could get a better look. His pupils darken significantly, glazed over in lust, Adam’s apple bobbing and the thought crosses his mind again:

Ring. Ring. Ring. I need a fuckin’ ring.

“Need your mouth, sir.” You pant out, lashes fluttering as your internal muscles clamp down, squeezing around the silicone as another droplet of slick slips down from your hole.

“Where do you need my mouth, baby love. Tell me.”

“On my pussy. Please. I need your tongue, and mouth. Need it so bad, Joel.”

His chest swells with pride for your direct communication. He knows it’s a milestone worth celebrating, rewarding you for being such a good girl. He preens, leaning down to press a loving kiss to your pulsing clit, dragging the flat side of his tongue across it, moaning at the taste of you.

“Good fuckin’ girl.” He rasps, dark lashes shadowing even darker brown eyes that flicker upwards towards your blissed out face. “Eyes on me, baby love. Lemme see ‘em.” He softly demands you, stroking his thumb gently across your outer lips.

He grinds the heavy weight of his cock against the comforter once more, staining the fabric with a dribble of precum weeping from the slit of his cock.

Your eyes snap open at his request, chest heaving, thighs begin to quiver and shake the second you meet his heady gaze. The heat rises to your cheeks as you watch the slow drag of his tongue across your clit, flicking it back and forth, up and down all while keeping steady eye contact with you.

He looks so pretty, cheeks flushed, lips moist with his saliva and your slick. Eyes dark, pupils blown wide.

Your freehand releases its steel grip around the comforter and reaches down for his jaw instead, fingers brushing across his beard, cradling his face gently.

“Good girl, baby love. Keep lookin’ at me with those pretty eyes.”

Your pussy flutters around the silicone, squelching and dripping wet, staining the comforter further in your slick, heady aroma swirling around his head like a musky, sex stained halo.

“You look so pretty, Joel—you’re so pretty.” You preen, hips bucking upwards against his tongue.

“Never look as pretty as you do when you’re comin’ undone, baby love. So fuckin’ pretty creamin’ on that cock.”

You’re both insatiable as your orgasm washes over you, and you waste no time to pull the silicone from your weeping hole just as Joel tosses the camera to the side, crawling up your body and chasing your lips while you reach for his cock, guiding him inside of you.

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[arachine]

. . . fire and desire .ᐟ

ᥫ᭡ pairing :: ellie williams x fem!reader

ᥫ᭡ synopsis :: there’s nothing more ellie loves than spending a day inside with you…

ᥫ᭡ genre :: mature

ᥫ᭡ general tags :: alternate universe, smut, fluff

ᥫ᭡ content warnings :: pwp, strap sucking, vaginal penetration (strap), clit stimulation, overstim, cum eating, dacryphilia (if you squint), use of ‘daddy’, not proofread bc i’m tired!!!

ᥫ᭡ word count :: 2.1k

ᥫ᭡ note :: this is me finally making my formal introduction…hi >.< + dedicated to @luvsellie @3leni & @addisonnie

ᥫ᭡ song :: tinashe - ecstasy

brown tendrils of hair cascade over porcelain skin, clouding the vision of the girl looking down at you with a sultry expression. she’s toying with you. rubbing the smooth pad of her thumb over your spit-slick lips, all while holding your hair taut with her available hand.

“come on, baby, open wider for me,” she pushes her thumb into your mouth, the salty appendage forceful as it presses down on the pink muscle, “wanna see those pretty lips wrapped around me.”

methodically, she removes her hand from the tangles of your hair, and glides it down to rest firmly against the column of your throat. the thrumming of your pulse is strong beneath the pads of her fingers, and she taps once, twice—three times before lightly squeezing the sides of your neck. 

“you can do it, pretty girl. know you can.”

her grip is firm, and demanding, but her words are sugary sweet. a juxtaposition to the compromising position she has you in—which is on your knees, nestled between her legs. it’s cruel, almost, you think. the control she has over you. 

slowly, you take hold of the silicone and hold it up to your mouth, easing it past your puffy lips until the thick tip of it grazes your uvula. 

“atta girl,” ellie breathes, resting a flat palm atop your head. 

she watches intently as you try to keep yourself there. hands outstretched, and digging into the meat of her thighs, clawing and pawing so as to not gag. 

your persistence precedes you, though. because now you’re pulling off unceremoniously, gasping wildly for just a scintilla of air. and it’s a little embarrassing—the coughing—the keeling over that ensues. 

but it’s especially embarrassing when you see the crystalline tether of spit that connects from your lip to the dildo, and the pools of spit littered all over her thighs. so messy. just the way ellie likes it.

the girl chuckles at your expense. all low and confident, laced with a modicum of pity. she raises a lithe hand to caress the skin of your cheek. 

“so perfect…” she says softly, “always so perfect for me.”

the praises spill from her lips like warm honey, and you find yourself eager to taste it, to pull her down to your level and kiss her silly. impulsively, you encase the sides of her face between your hands and slowly rise from your knees—albeit shakily. 

in this moment, ellie’s gaze is unfaltering—

even as your knees dip into the plush of the bed, and you settle down into her awaiting lap. and even as you reach behind yourself to grasp the shaft of the silicone, sinking down onto it slowly.

lips ghost over lips but still do not touch. breaths intermingle with breaths, but still tease, and fuck, she’s had enough. 

“stop it…” she whispers against your lips, callused hands falling down to your hips. 

“oh, but it’s more fun this way,” you jest, flashing her a smile that’s faux sweet on the surface, but sadistic underneath. 

ellie pinches your hips in disagreement. gives them a firm squeeze, and lets the fat there spill between the slots of her fingers before she uses the bony prominences as leverage to maneuver you down onto her. 

a gasp emits from your throat, and you stutter forward in her hold, to which she uses as an opportunity to pilfer a kiss. the first is zephyr-light, just right. then, the few that follow suit are a little more heavy, a little more heated—passionate, and now the warmth heating in your belly has advanced to a fire overgrown. 

every kiss, lick, and suckle of a tongue, has you melting further into her touch. you fear that, soon, you’ll melt into a block of clay. become pliable and moist. a project that ellie will task herself with to mold you back to life—though, you reckon she’d find amusement in your misshapen form. 

the thought of her laughing at your helpless clay-form inadvertently makes you bite her lip, reminds you too much of the time you asked her what she’d do if you turned into a worm. poor ellie, you think. becoming a victim to your insanity.

“ow,” the auburn haired girl laughs, both out of shock and confusion, “you a vampire now? out for my blood?” 

“yeah, gonna drink you all up,” you dip down to her neck, retracting your jaw teasingly.

“gonna drink me all up, huh?” ellie’s hands find solace on the mounds of your ass. she kneads the skin there, then pulls you up experimentally, only to let you sink back down onto the silicone. “guess it’s a good thing you’re pretty.” 

you attempt to laugh but it comes out more like a strangled moan, much to your dismay.

now you’re chest to chest, legs wrapped up around her torso, and arms positioned underneath her pits. your hands wander frantically for placement but mostly settle for holding onto her shoulders, to which you hold onto for dear life as she pistons up into you aimlessly. 

every sensation is heightened by the feeling of her roseate lips on your breasts. they trail mindlessly without purpose, leaving lines of saliva, coupled with the occasional bite mark. 

while she works on the pastures and plains of your chest, a hand slithers from your ass to the iota of space between you. like a magnet, it quickly latches onto your clit, causing you to jump from the coolness. 

ellie rubs the nub in slow, deliberate circles, and you whine for her to go faster. she shushes you, tells you to be patient. which is, you think, probably her way of getting back at you for the teasing earlier. 

you mumble a plethora of obscenities into the interstice of her neck, rocking yourself back and forth, up and down, just to get a semblance of friction. but it’s not enough. you need her. need her to lay you down against the pillows like she always does—to have her way with you; pick you apart, piece by piece, and build you back up. 

“need…” you start, then trail off. ellie’s ears perk up, and she smiles, all cocky and annoying. 

“need what? what is it that my baby needs, hm?” 

you tighten your hold on her shoulders, applying so much pressure that the skin underneath turns erythro. 

“n-need more, wanna f-feel you deeper.”

 ellie, ever the pleaser, indulges you without a quip. she’s quick to lay you down against the pillows, slithering in between your thighs that, oh-so-generously, make room for her. 

slowly, she pushes the mushroomy tip of the dildo past the tight ring of muscle, and settles down into a position where the both of her forearms encase the sides of your head. 

it’s intimate this way. with her on top of you, and you beneath her. two bodies melded together into one. every breath she takes is mirrored by your own, and every gasp you emit, every moan, mewl and whimper, is greedily swallowed by her. 

“so,” a thrust, “fucking,” a kiss, “pretty,” a suck, “my best girl.”

it’s hard trying not to crumble under the weight of all her praise, but you find yourself smiling silly anyway. even through the moans that she consecutively pulls from you so effortlessly. 

and you’re pretty—so, so pretty. but this is when you’ll always be the prettiest, ellie thinks. when you’re all fatigued and slick with perspiration, smiling from ear to ear while she’s working you to completion. it’s a visual that makes her heart all tight, and her cheeks all sore because…she can’t help but to smile back.

she finds sweetness in these moments. uses the love that flows from her heart to her fingertips, and draws circles on your clit, giggling into the crook of your neck when you start gripping her biceps and she mocks you for it. 

“look at how hot and bothered you get over a few fingers,” she jokes, earning a playful eye roll. 

“oh shut u-“ 

but before you can finish, ellie unsheathes herself briefly, then pushes all the way back in without warning. pathetically, you whine and arch from the intrusion, which gives ellie the satisfaction of mocking you for a second time. 

“what was that?” ellie pouts, waiting for a sassy remark. she keeps her brows raised in anticipation, pushing in and out of you at a tantalizingly slow pace, all while her fingers play with the swollen nub.

but the rude remark never comes. instead, it’s replaced by a firm grab of her wrist, and a series of breathy pleas. 

right there, keep hitting right there.

feels so good, ellie.

please, please, please. 

and, shit, it’s music to her ears. she almost feels bad for mocking you earlier. almost. the pleaser in her wants to finish you off, coo sweet words in your ears and cradle you up in her arms. but the little shit in her? the little shit in her wants to drag this out. 

“please what, baby?” the girl queries, pulling out and tapping the weighty head on your nub. the absence has you raising your hips up in an attempt to push it back in, but ellie’s hand on your abdomen keeps you grounded. 

you whine and groan in frustration, letting a few expletives slip from your lips. sometimes she could be so mean. you have half a mind to respond with attitude, and half a mind to play into her sadistic mind games. you choose the latter. 

with an avian flutter of your lashes, and your best doe eyes, you part your lips to speak.

“please…daddy,” you pout, forcing out a few tears, “need you to make it feel better.”and there it is, your best work yet—truly, an oscar worthy performance. 

“yeah, that’s right. daddy’s gonna make it feel all better. that what you want? want me to take care of this pretty pussy?”

you nod, which is all the confirmation ellie needs before pulling you down the bed and throwing your legs behind your head. 

so predictable, you think. but so welcomed. it always went like this whenever you used that on her. made her feel all big and in charge, like she had something to prove. and sure, ellie had a way with you, that was undeniable. but you? you had her wrapped around your manicured little finger. it really didn’t take much effort to get her right where you wanted her—which was on top of you, your favorite place to get her. 

in this position, you feel so full. it calls for your chin to be tucked down into your chest, and all you can see is the pudge of your stomach, including all glorious eight inches of silicone ramming into you fiercely without abandon. 

you’re only allowed mobility when ellie grabs your face to flit it up. she temporarily draws your attention away to pilfer a kiss, and asks if you can feel her all the way up there as she presses down onto your bulging tummy. 

when you utter a yes, and say, “you feel so good inside, daddy. sososo good,” ellie’s entire disposition changes. starts kissing you all sloppy, groaning and grunting in your ear like she can actually feel your cunt squeezing ‘round her. 

the intensity of her unrelenting thrusts have you scrambling to wrap your arms around her neck. she’s just so fast, and too good. a real recipe for disaster, and entirely way too much for you to keep up with. 

fatigued, you drop your head back and melt into the plush of the pillows. you let her take you apart, piece by piece, kiss by kiss.

“gonna give me one, pretty girl?” ellie breathes, “c’mon give it to me.” 

and her touch is as gentle as her words. she works on you devotedly, and doesn’t stop until you’ve come on her cock with a soft cry. that’s when she builds you back up. when your legs are shaking uncontrollably from pleasure, and your face is stained with tears. when you’re the prettiest. 

gently, ellie unsheathes herself from you, and then shimmies her body down the bed until she’s face level with your cunt. she uses her thumbs to spread your lips, and like the asshole she is, licks a long stripe from the bottom to the top of your mound. 

the overstimulation forces your legs shut, but she only pries them back open. the little shit. you roll your eyes. 

“i was gonna say you taste sweet, but you know what, now i’m tasting a little bit of sourness,” she jests in response to your eye roll, rising from her stomach to crawl back up your body. 

you scrunch your nose and pull her down against your chest, “oh my god, shut up!” 

the two of you stay like this for a while. breaths intermingling with breaths. yeah, ellie could get used to this. 

© arachine 2023

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Unitek SolidForce NVMe M.2 SSD 10Gbps Enclosure M.2 NVMe SSD enclosure adapter, totally tool-free. USB C 3.1 Gen 2 10Gbps to NVMe PCIe M-Key(B+M Key) Solid State Drive External Enclosure. It supports UASP Trim for M.2 NVMe SSD Size 2242/2260/2280. Model: Y-S1203ABK SuperSpeed USB+: Adopts USB 3.1 Gen 2 that M.2 Enclosure up to 10 Gbps, capable of performance over 900MB/s read/write when using high-performance SSD. The perfect solution for data transfer and data backup, the actual transfer speed depends on the speed of USB Port type, your computer performance, etc. Backward compatible with USB 3.1 Gen1 up to 5Gbps. Compatibility: Compatible with M.2 NVMe PCIe M Key & B+M Key SSD up to 2TB, applicable to sizes 2242/2260/2280 SSDs. Not compatible with M.2 SATA SSDs, M.2 PCIe AHCI SSDs, M.2 PCIe devices such as WiFi and capture cards, mSATA SSDs, and non-M.2 form factor SSDs. Note: M.2 NVMe SSD is not included; Supports Windows, Mac OS, Linux, Android. How to Use: 1. Press the lock button on the product. 2. Pull out the PCBA board. 3. Insert the M.2 SSD diagonally down to the PCIe / NVMe slot. 4. Remove the silicone pad and heat sink from the package. 5. Paste the silicone pad accessories on the M.2 SSD card below. 6. Paste the heat sink accessories on the silicone pad below. 7. Gently press down on the M.2 SSD with your fingers and snap it into the plastic snap-on case. 8. When disassembling, also push the buckle outward to release it. Notes: When installing M.2 SSDs, please be careful of static electricity (it is recommended to place your hands on metal objects to discharge). With the M Key interface which belongs to the NVMe protocol channel. When installing the M.2 SSD for this product, please check the interface and protocol channel of the hard disk. Although the USB port of the product supports hot-swapping when installing M.2 SSD, it must be unplugged all power. When inserting the SSD, should be as gentle as possible to avoid scratching the components on the motherboard. When disassembling the hard disk case, please save all data properly to prevent loss. Since Windows 10 and above and Mac OS are the best compatible with NVMe, this product is recommended to get better transmission performance in Windows 10 or higher or Mac OS system. Upstream: USB-C (Male) Downstream: M.2 NVMe SSD (Female) Dimension: 117.5 x 40 x 13.5mm Cable Length: 30cm Color: Black

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What Thermal Paste Does: A Critical Role in CPU Cooling

Thermal paste, also known as thermal compound or thermal grease, is a vital material used in computers to ensure efficient heat transfer between the CPU and the cooler. Despite its small quantity, thermal paste plays a crucial role in maintaining optimal operating temperatures, which directly impacts the performance and longevity of a system.

The Function of Thermal Paste

The primary purpose of thermal paste is to fill microscopic gaps and imperfections on the surfaces of the CPU and the cooler’s heat sink. Even though both surfaces may appear smooth to the naked eye, they have small air pockets that can act as insulators. By applying thermal paste, these gaps are filled, allowing for a more effective transfer of heat from the CPU to the cooler. Click here What thermal paste does

Without thermal paste, the CPU might not transfer heat efficiently, leading to higher temperatures. Overheating can cause the processor to throttle its performance or, in extreme cases, shut down to prevent damage.

Types of Thermal Paste

Thermal pastes come in different types, including:

Silicone-Based Paste: Ideal for standard users and easy to apply.

Metal-Based Paste: Offers superior conductivity but can be electrically conductive, requiring careful application.

Ceramic-Based Paste: A non-conductive option that provides good thermal performance.

Importance in High-Performance Systems

For gamers and those using high-performance or overclocked systems, thermal paste is essential. Overclocking pushes the CPU beyond its factory settings, generating more heat. A high-quality thermal paste ensures that the extra heat is efficiently dissipated, allowing for stable performance.

Replacing and Reapplying

Over time, thermal paste can dry out and lose its effectiveness. It is recommended to replace it periodically, especially during maintenance or when upgrading the CPU cooler. Cleaning the old paste thoroughly and applying a fresh layer ensures continued thermal efficiency.

Conclusion

In summary, thermal paste is a small but critical component in computer cooling systems. By improving heat transfer between the CPU and cooler, it helps maintain safe operating temperatures, ensuring system stability and performance. Whether building a new PC or maintaining an existing one, applying thermal paste correctly is a step that should not be overlooked.

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Thermal Interface Materials | Thermal Management Solutions - Techni3

Thermal Interface Materials

What are Thermal Interface Materials?

Successful thermal management of high-power electronic components (single chips, multi-chip modules, integrated circuits, etc.) with high heat dissipation ratings requires careful design engineering. The most important goal in electronic cooling is to maintain junction temperature from rising above prescribed levels. Junction temperature is good predictor of the useful life of the component. Thermal interface materials bridge the interface between hot components and a chassis or heat sink assembly. Heat transfer is increased, and components are kept cooler. An example is a gap filler pad transferring heat between two or more solid surfaces.

How do they work?

Materials formulated in the lab are manufactured and inserted between parts to enhance the thermal coupling. Most applications involve dissipating heat. When two surfaces are interfaced, rough surfaces create insulating air gaps between them. These gaps create thermal barriers to heat transfer due to the low thermal conductivity of air. Heat will transfer and be removed more rapidly because of the presence of an engineered material that has significantly higher thermal conductivity than the air in the interface. Thus, the material helps minimize the resistance of heat flow into, through, and out of an interface.

What are Common Uses?

● Gap Filler Pads – These materials can offer a unique combination of extremely high thermal conductivity and softness. The combined features reduce mechanical stress while maintaining thermal performance. Several offerings are free of silicone, an ideal situation for some applications, Some feature no oil bleed. An example is a gap filler pad transferring heat in a densely packed PCB.

�� Dispensable Gap Fillers – Examples include liquid putty gap fillers, thermal pastes, gels, and greases. They are generally non-electrically conductive. Putty is used for filling in gaps that are present between irregular or unusual surfaces or those that do not touch one another. A popular application ofliquid gap fillers is handheld gaming systems. Fragile components, design density, and high operating temperatures are common issues to be resolved.

● Phase Change – Components within servers and computers of all types achieve increased processing speeds and overall functionality and reliability improvements with phase change materials. They take advantage of latent heat of fusion to absorb heat, but they change phase only once to allow for the material to fill up all nooks and crevices. Screen-printable formulations deliver the reliability and performance of a phase change material with the low-cost handling of thermal grease.

● Automation Support – Through advancements in robotic motion control, users can now automate the application of all forms of thermal interface materials. These pioneering applications add speed, reliability, and rapid ROI to any application process while lowering overall costs.

● Electrically Insulating -Electrical isolation can be a critical design consideration in numerous applications.  Electrically insulating products offer solutions whenever reliability, cut-through resistance, and thermal conductivity are critical factors. Military and aerospace applications are examples.

● Thermally Conductive PCB -Thermal management can be designed directly into PCBs. Design teams can desire systems which eliminate costly, secondary thermal management components, seeking to drastically reduce system size.

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The Difference Between Die Casting and Injection Moulding: A Comprehensive Guide

Manufacturing has evolved dramatically over the past few decades, offering various processes to create complex and high-quality products. Among these processes, die casting and injection moulding are two of the most commonly used methods. Although both are used to create parts and components from raw materials, they differ significantly in their processes, applications, and materials used. In this blog, we’ll dive deep into the differences between die casting and injection moulding, exploring their mechanisms, advantages, disadvantages, and typical use cases.

1. Understanding Die Casting

Die casting is a manufacturing process in which molten metal is injected into a mould cavity under high pressure. The mould, typically made from steel or other hard materials, is designed to shape the molten metal into the desired part or component. Once the metal cools and solidifies, the mould is opened, and the part is ejected.

Types of Die Casting

There are two main types of die casting:

a. Hot Chamber Die Casting: In this method, the metal injection system is submerged in the molten metal. It’s typically used for metals with low melting points, such as zinc, magnesium, and lead. Hot chamber die casting is faster and more efficient because the metal is always in a molten state and ready for injection.

b. Cold Chamber Die Casting: In cold chamber die casting, the molten metal is poured into a separate chamber before being injected into the mould. This method is used for metals with higher melting points, like aluminum, brass, and copper. Although slower than hot chamber casting, it is necessary for materials that could damage the injection system if it were submerged.

Key Characteristics of Die Casting

Material: Typically involves non-ferrous metals like aluminum, zinc, magnesium, copper, and their alloys.

Precision: Die casting is known for its high level of precision and the ability to create complex geometries with tight tolerances.

Surface Finish: The process produces parts with a smooth surface finish, often requiring minimal post-processing.

Production Volume: Ideal for high-volume production due to the high costs associated with die manufacturing.

Strength: Parts created through die casting are generally stronger and more durable, especially when metal alloys are used.

Applications of Die Casting

Die casting is widely used in industries where precision, durability, and mass production are critical. Some common applications include:

Automotive Industry: Engine components, transmission parts, and other structural elements.

Consumer Electronics: Housings for devices, heat sinks, and connectors.

Aerospace: Components that require strength and resistance to high temperatures.

Industrial Equipment: Gears, pump housings, and other mechanical parts.

2. Understanding Injection Moulding

Injection moulding, on the other hand, is a manufacturing process primarily used for creating plastic parts. In this process, molten plastic is injected into a mould cavity under pressure. The plastic cools and solidifies within the mould, and the final part is ejected. Injection moulding is one of the most widely used manufacturing processes for plastic products due to its versatility and efficiency.

Types of Injection Moulding

Injection moulding can be classified into different types based on the materials used and the process variations:

a. Thermoplastic Injection Moulding: The most common type of injection moulding, where thermoplastic polymers are used. These materials can be melted and re-melted multiple times without losing their properties, making them ideal for recycling.

b. Thermoset Injection Moulding: Thermosetting polymers are used in this process. Unlike thermoplastics, these materials cannot be re-melted once they have been cured. They are typically used for parts that need to withstand high temperatures and stresses.

c. Liquid Silicone Rubber (LSR) Injection Moulding: A specialized form of injection moulding used for creating flexible, durable, and heat-resistant parts. LSR is often used in the medical, automotive, and consumer goods industries.

Key Characteristics of Injection Moulding

Material: Primarily involves thermoplastics, thermosetting plastics, and elastomers. Common materials include ABS, polycarbonate, polyethylene, polypropylene, and nylon.

Precision: Offers high precision, particularly for small and complex parts. However, achieving tight tolerances can be more challenging compared to die casting.

Surface Finish: Parts usually have a smooth surface finish, but additional post-processing may be required for specific aesthetics or functional requirements.

Production Volume: Injection moulding is suitable for both low and high-volume production, making it a versatile process.

Cycle Time: The process can be very fast, with cycle times ranging from a few seconds to several minutes, depending on part complexity and material.

Applications of Injection Moulding

Injection moulding is ubiquitous in industries that rely on plastic parts. Some common applications include:

Consumer Products: Toys, containers, kitchenware, and household items.

Automotive Industry: Interior and exterior components, bumpers, dashboards, and light housings.

Medical Devices: Syringes, surgical instruments, and medical device housings.

Electronics: Housings for electronic devices, connectors, and switches.

3. Key Differences Between Die Casting and Injection Moulding

Now that we’ve explored both processes individually, let’s compare them directly across several important criteria:

a. Materials Used

Die Casting: Utilizes non-ferrous metals such as aluminum, zinc, magnesium, and copper.

Injection Moulding: Primarily uses plastics, including thermoplastics, thermosets, and elastomers.

b. Process Temperatures

Die Casting: Operates at high temperatures, often in excess of 600°C, depending on the metal being used.

Injection Moulding: Typically operates at lower temperatures, around 200°C for most plastics, although some high-performance polymers require higher temperatures.

c. Mould Design and Tooling

Die Casting: Requires moulds made from hardened steel, designed to withstand high temperatures and pressures. The moulds are often more complex and expensive to produce.

Injection Moulding: Moulds can be made from a variety of materials, including steel, aluminum, or beryllium-copper alloys. They are generally less expensive than die casting moulds but still require precision engineering.

d. Production Speed and Efficiency

Die Casting: Generally has longer cycle times due to the need for the molten metal to cool and solidify. However, it is highly efficient for mass production once the process is set up.

Injection Moulding: Offers faster cycle times, particularly for smaller parts. The process is highly automated and can produce thousands of parts per hour.

e. Part Strength and Durability

Die Casting: Produces parts that are stronger and more durable, particularly when metal alloys are used.

Injection Moulding: While plastic parts can be reinforced with fillers and fibers, they generally do not match the strength of metal parts produced by die casting.

f. Cost Considerations

Die Casting: Higher upfront costs due to the complexity and durability of the moulds. However, the cost per part decreases significantly with higher production volumes.

Injection Moulding: Lower upfront costs for moulds, particularly for simpler designs. The process is cost-effective for both small and large production runs.

g. Environmental Impact

Die Casting: The process is energy-intensive due to the high temperatures required. However, metals used in die casting are often recyclable.

Injection Moulding: Generally has a lower environmental impact due to lower operating temperatures. Many of the plastics used can be recycled, although the recycling rate for plastics is generally lower than for metals.

4. Choosing the Right Process

Choosing between die casting and injection moulding depends on several factors, including the material requirements, production volume, part complexity, and cost constraints. Here are some guidelines to help determine the best process for your needs:

Material Requirements: If your part needs to be made from metal, die casting is the clear choice. For plastic parts, injection moulding is the go-to process.

Production Volume: For high-volume production, die casting offers economies of scale, particularly for complex metal parts. Injection moulding is versatile and can be cost-effective for both low and high-volume runs.

Part Complexity: Both processes are capable of producing complex parts, but die casting is generally better suited for parts with intricate geometries and high precision.

Cost Constraints: Injection moulding tends to have lower upfront costs, making it more accessible for smaller projects. Die casting, while more expensive initially, offers lower costs per part for large production volumes.

5. Future Trends in Die Casting and Injection Moulding

As technology continues to evolve, both die casting and injection moulding are experiencing advancements that are improving their efficiency, precision, and sustainability.

a. Die Casting Innovations

Advanced Alloys: The development of new metal alloys with improved strength-to-weight ratios and corrosion resistance is expanding the applications of die casting.

Automation and AI: The integration of automation and artificial intelligence in die casting is improving process control, reducing defects, and increasing production speeds.

Sustainable Practices: Efforts to reduce energy consumption and recycle more materials are making die casting a more environmentally friendly process.

b. Injection Moulding Innovations

Biodegradable Plastics: The use of biodegradable and compostable plastics is on the rise, driven by consumer demand for sustainable products.

3D Printing Integration: Combining injection moulding with 3D printing allows for rapid prototyping and the creation of custom moulds, reducing lead times and costs.

Smart Manufacturing: The adoption of Industry 4.0 technologies, including IoT and machine learning, is enhancing process optimization and quality control in injection moulding.

6. Conclusion

Die casting and injection moulding are two cornerstone processes in modern manufacturing, each offering unique advantages and capabilities. Understanding the differences between these processes is crucial for selecting the right method for your specific project. While die casting excels in producing strong, durable metal parts with complex geometries, injection moulding is the preferred choice for creating versatile, cost-effective plastic components. As technology continues to advance, both processes will undoubtedly evolve, offering even greater efficiency, precision, and sustainability for manufacturers around the world.

In the end, the choice between die casting and injection moulding should be guided by the specific needs of your project, including material requirements, production volume, part complexity, and budget constraints. By carefully considering these factors, you can ensure that your manufacturing process delivers the best possible results, whether you’re producing a handful of custom parts or millions of units for mass-market consumption.

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Honey, It's the Twenties: The Final Installment! January 1, 2024

Welcome to TOMORROW! Here are some calmer tunes to ease us into the new year. stream on Mixcloud

Public Interest - Falling Ash

DJ speaks over Jean-Jacques Perrey - Passport to the Future

Lavender Hex - Click Thrice No Drama - Exit Optic Sink - Nowhere Home Überspannung - La Statue

Soft Covers - Big Jack Alien Nosejob - Zipped Up Spllit - Shine Sheen Alice - Nous marchons Statuesque - Fine! Maraudeur - Le Couloir Du Soir Soup Activists - Megasilmax

Marlowe - Past Life Silicone Prairie - Cows Meiko Kaji - ひとり風 Los Ignorantes - Asintom​á​tico

Lewsberg - Without a Doubt The Hazmats - Wondered Monnone Alone - Painted Brick The Lo Yo Yo - You Never Know Washing Machina - Steampunker Juana Molina - Ay No Se Ofendan (ANRMAL - Live in México)

Nuovo Testamento - Heat Sweeping Promises - Connoisseur of Salt Ian Elms - The Street Enters The House Famous Mammals - Empty London Vorsicht Kinder - Going to Play

Die Radierer - Batman Why Bother? - Climbing Out of the Sky Bedrooms - I'm Not Alive XV - Pen

ONETWOTHREE - Sudden

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How to Clean the Worst Oven: A Comprehensive Guide

Maintaining a clean and well-functioning oven is essential for any home cook or baker. Not only does it ensure that your dishes come out perfectly, but it also contributes to a healthier kitchen environment. However, there are times when we all encounter the dreaded "worst oven" situation – the one caked with stubborn grease, burnt-on food residues, and a less-than-pleasant odor. In this comprehensive guide, we'll walk you through the step-by-step process of how to clean the worst oven and restore it to its former glory. Say goodbye to those kitchen nightmares and hello to a spotless, functional oven.

Supplies You'll Need

Before we dive into the nitty-gritty of oven cleaning, gather the following supplies:

1. Protective Gear

Rubber gloves

Safety goggles

Old clothing you don't mind getting dirty

2. Cleaning Solutions

Baking soda

Vinegar

Dish soap

Commercial oven cleaner (optional)

3. Cleaning Tools

Scrubbing brush with sturdy bristles

Plastic or silicone spatula

Old rags or dish towels

A bucket

A plastic trash bag

Preparing Your Oven

Step 1: Safety First

Before starting the cleaning process, ensure your safety by putting on rubber gloves and safety goggles. This will protect your skin and eyes from harsh cleaning chemicals and any dislodged debris.

Step 2: Ventilation

Properly ventilate the kitchen by opening windows and turning on the exhaust fan. Adequate airflow will help dissipate fumes and odors during the cleaning process.

Cleaning Your Oven

Step 3: Removing Racks

Take out the oven racks and any other removable components, such as pizza stones or thermometer. Set them aside for separate cleaning.

Step 4: Creating a Baking Soda Paste

In a bowl, mix 1/2 cup of baking soda with a few tablespoons of water to create a thick paste. Adjust the consistency as needed.

Step 5: Apply the Baking Soda Paste

Spread the baking soda paste evenly inside your oven, avoiding the heating elements. Focus on areas with heavy grease and food residue buildup. Leave the paste on for at least 12 hours or overnight.

Step 6: Scrubbing

After the paste has had time to work its magic, put on your rubber gloves again and use a scrubbing brush to remove the dried paste along with the loosened grime. Use a plastic or silicone spatula for stubborn spots.

Step 7: Wiping

Dampen a clean cloth or sponge with water and wipe down the oven's interior to remove any remaining residue from the baking soda paste. Rinse and wring out the cloth as needed.

Step 8: Rinsing

Fill a bucket with clean water and a few drops of dish soap. Use this mixture to thoroughly rinse the oven's interior, ensuring no soap residue remains.

Step 9: Cleaning the Racks

While the oven dries, clean the oven racks in the sink using warm, soapy water and a scrubbing brush. Rinse them thoroughly and let them dry completely before reinserting them.

Step 10: Final Touch

Inspect the oven for any missed spots or lingering grime. If necessary, you can use a commercial oven cleaner for a final touch, following the manufacturer's instructions.

Maintaining a Clean Oven

Step 11: Prevention

To keep your oven in top condition, consider using a drip tray, aluminum foil, or a baking sheet on the lower rack to catch any spills and prevent them from sticking to the oven floor.

Step 12: Regular Maintenance

Make it a habit to clean your oven regularly, especially after cooking messy dishes. A quick wipe-down with a damp cloth can go a long way in preventing heavy buildup.

Conclusion

Cleaning the worst oven may seem like a daunting task, but with the right tools and a little elbow grease, it's entirely manageable. Regular maintenance and prevention can also help you avoid dealing with stubborn grime in the future. So, the next time you open your oven door and see a mess, don't fret. With this comprehensive guide, you're equipped to tackle even the toughest oven cleaning challenges. Read More at: Oven Cleaners Sydney

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Hashboard thermal grease

Hashboard thermal grease, also known as thermal paste, is a high thermal conductivity silicone insulating material. Thermally conductive silicone grease has high thermal conductivity, wide operating temperature, and good stability in use. It is used in conjunction with the upgraded heat sink of the hashboard to effectively reduce the temperature of the hashboard. Details: https://www.zeusbtc.com/ASIC-Miner-Repair/Parts-Tools-Details.asp?ID=1638 #Hashboard #thermalpaste #temperature

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9/10

shutup i don't know what this is ok i only know i have @sukunasun to blame for this and seeding the idea of morning ritual squabbles with husband!nanami in my brain like it isn't already gnawing on a thousand other scraps and shards of symbiotic insanity. OK? Ok.

"The artificial sweetness is redundant when I'm kissing you," he grumbles, residual morning heat molding at your back as you stubbornly squeeze the last of the peach-tinted paste out.

"yeah, yeah," you yawn, "says the man with a hang-up over his coffee breath and a spearmint addiction."

"If you'd just drink the juice from the fresh oranges I cut instead of the crappy carton stuff-"

"No, Nanami, you'd still taste weird."

The gust of warmth by your nape is half exasperation, half concession, the stern gaze you catch in the mirror offering a whole zero-point-five second long glimmer of affection.

"You're the weird one expecting me to go without a kiss till after 11am."

He presses his hips into you, thumbs notching into the plush of your curves. Despite the hour, or perhaps because of it, you push back into him, the instincts bred in you meeting and coaxing the outline of his own eagerness.

"Think I'm gonna let you renege on our private vows so easily, hmm?"

9 out of 10 orthodontists would be worried about your potential calcium deficit, given the way your knees buckle against your husband's slowly shifting thighs, your legs bent like mangled tubes once promising pearly bright gleams.

At least you've got a white-knuckled grip on the sink's porcelain, even while your reflection flushes red with Nanami nibbling on your earlobe. You realise, maybe - just maybe he had a point about the spearmint, as his breath and smirk is mouthed glacially against your rapidly warming cheeks.

Your clutch tightens uncomfortably around the hard,straight-handled plastic of your cheap toothbrush, after refusing to spring for the ergonomic, silicon-finished one your spouse had insisted was worth the price.

It's too damn early in the morning for your husband to be proving himself right about so many things. You're going to guzzle a whole gallon of Florida's Natural later just to spite him - and also so you don't choke on the pride making its way down your gullet.

"You-you'll have to remind me what they were."

The tenth dentist throws in his recommendation at last - Kento's grin dazzles as he spins you around, arms grabbing your waist to hoist you on the edge of the sink as he slots between your legs.

"Oh, I will, wife."

Defeat is an icy burst across your taste buds, like the first flake of snow of a new year dissolving upon your tongue; spring devouring winter. A fractal flower shivering in its sepals, last of the frost kissing down lush stems, reaching the root of your spine as Nanami's fingers slither beneath the bunched hem of your night gown, to find the crease and crescent petals of you already parted, and glistening.

You find out on that morning, that submission tastes like spearmint.

You're uncertain of what the exact flavor Kento reaps from victory is, licking it from his lips later, but he convinces you the combination of citrus is, in its own way, quite delicious - even well before 11am.

[infernalodie]

𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 || 𝐒𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐚 𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬

“𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘛𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐'𝘮 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 '𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥“

Inspo: Asha Imuno - LONELY NIGHTS

Pairing: Sophia Lillis x Black!Fem!reader

Summary: She was always waiting for your call.

Warnings: Smut with some sort of plot, oral (Sophia receiving), strap-on, and some fluff at the end.

Words 1117

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

Sophia didn’t know the type of relationship you two had. It came in waves of affection and lust, a sign of friends with benefits, but clearly, something more is wanted. Just neither of you were sure to go about proceeding with it. What she did know is that if it were friends with benefits, you wouldn’t have spent money to have a helicopter to pick her up and bring her to your yacht. No way in hell would a relationship like that just be this.

You were a billionaire and had many connections in Hollywood. Helping fund for movies and owning a percentage of certain companies. You’ve given many movie stars a shot at fame and some had reached the level that you expected from them. Sophia had been one of those few, but it had blossomed from professional business to her becoming your submissive. She didn’t know how to feel about it as this was a whole new atmosphere for her.

Neither was it said normal romantic relationship when you had her sprawled out on a chair, stark naked with the cold winds of the ocean hitting her frame. Your hands held the back of her thighs up as you ate greedily at her dripping arousal. Tongue gliding through her fold to her bundle of nerves until you finally fucked her pussy with your tongue. She knew this relationship was a mess, but she always came running back.

A hum cut through the year as you sucked at Sophia’s clit. The vibrations made the ginger’s eyes roll back, biting down her bottom lip and whimpering. “Such a good girl for me,” you muttered, eyes fascinated by the girl’s dripping pussy. Biting your bottom lip as you lowered her legs to rest over your shoulders.

In her daze, Sophia felt you interlock your fingers with hers before your tongue pushed past her fluttering entrance. Your eyes flickered up to Sophia seeing her half-lidded eyes focused on you. Curving your tongue, caused the girl’s face to contort in pleasure, moaning into the open air. “M-Mistress, please.”

Hearing her plead always stirred a feral side of you that could only survive with her taste. This side of you needed her in waves and recently, you’d been needing her quite a lot. Missing the way her warm skin felt on yours or the sweet sounds that fell from her beautiful pink lips.

Parting from her, you allowed your fingers to gently rub her clit whilst you stood up. “What is it that you want, baby?” You asked softly, contently staring at her flushed features. “Is it my cock? Or do you want to stop?”

“N-No-!” Sophia blushed at her desperate tone, clearing her throat as she allowed the sensual rub of your fingers on her clit to calm her. “Your cock, Mistress. Please, I need it so bad.”

Your lips curved into a grin as you used your other hand, grasping the red silicone cock and crouching down between her legs. Softly, you pressed the tip past her drooling heat and slowly sank. With each inch that was swallowed, Sophia whined and whimpered like a little puppy. But you were too transfixed on the way her small frame could take the seven-inch cock so well.

“Oh, has my baby been missing me as well?” You inquired softly, sinking down to the base of the leather straps. Bracing your hands on the armrests of the chair, you pulled your hips back agonizingly slow. Until you suddenly plowed forward, your hips slamming into hers and causing a cry to fall from her lips. “Have you been using that toy I sent to your apartment, Sophie?”

The girl nodded with a whine, eyes rolling back as you quicken your pace. Not holding anything back from conquering the girl and, hopefully, claiming her as yours. “I-I use it every d-day!”

A wicked grin formed on your lips at the statement. “That’s my girl.”

Grabbing her by the waist, you lifted her up and swapped spots. Causing Sophia to sink down, feeling the tip of the cock hit a new length inside of her. “O-Oh, Mistress.” She moaned out, hands grabbing the back of the chair and beginning to bounce on your cock.

Your hands grabbed at her small breasts, squeezing and kneading the mounds. Mouth salivating at how easy she was to break for you. Pinching the pebbles, you gently rolled them between your fingers. Feeling her walls squeeze the cock as her legs twitched on either side of you.

Sophia’s head rolled back, eyes fluttering shut with her hands sliding down to your stomach where they stayed. Creating a perfect motion for her hips to rock onto the cock whilst you played and chipped away at her body.

For you, it seemed like every other time couldn’t compare to the current rendezvous with the actress. It felt like you were only uncovering more and more of what made the girl orgasm. Reaching new heights and higher expectations for the girl than you might’ve had a week ago. She was the perfect girl for you as she always came when she was called and always obeyed your orders.

Her small frame was perfect for you. Her cute personality made your heart skip a beat. Her freckled face made you want to keep her tied down and ride her face until you got your own satisfaction.

But this wasn’t about you. You called her here so you could see her fall apart because of you. Her pleasure came first.

Quickly, you rubbed her clit, causing the girl's movements to falter as she sobbed. “Y/n, p-please don’t stop.”

Of course, you didn’t and you watched the girl move urgently on your cock as you continued to stimulate her bundle. Watched her breaths be choked up until she finally fell apart. Huffs of air fell from her lips as she moaned. Legs tensing on either side of you with her nails digging deep into your stomach.

When she caught her breath, you smiled, kissing her jaw softly. Her arms carefully wrapped around your neck as she slowly come down from the high. Hands scratched at the roots of your hair as you rubbed her back softly.

There was a moment of silence where only the waves hitting your yacht could be heard. Then she shuffled in her place, hissing at the way your cock still prodded at her most sensitive spot. “I wanna stay with you, Mistress.”

You smiled, pulling away to look at the girl’s baby blue eyes. Her soft features took hold of you as you raised a hand and stroked her cheek. “You can stay with me for however long you’d like, baby.”

[tenthgrove]

N with Cioccolata please

N - Nightshade (danger, death): “Careful there. You don’t know what I’m capable of.”

(Note- this one is pretty dark by my standards. Cioccolata forces Reader to participate in dissecting a human body)

“Aah, I always did want an intern!”

Cioccolata gently kneads the flesh of your waist as he holds you in his lap. The silicone glove he has yet to remove since his last surgery smears blood on your neck as he holds it in his hand. He kisses your shoulder teasingly. “Now kitten you better answer this time, whatever did I do to earn such a fright from my beloved?”

He knows, of course. Twisted as he is Cioccolata knew exactly what he was doing bursting into your cell doused in blood, having just made you listen to the dying screams of his last victim for hours on end in the next room. He loves it, the helplessness on your face as you look up at him, cowered in the corner like a wounded mouse. If you ask he says it’s romantic.

“You know I was qualified enough to take on interns,” Cioccolata continues, forgetting his previous threat. “But weirdly enough they never let me have any,” he muses.

“Because you’re sick,” you squeak quietly.

“Yes… now that did seem to be unspoken knowledge. And yet, despite long suspecting I was an evil person, the hospital kept me on as their star surgeon as long as they could. The rich patients adored me, I don’t doubt that had something to do with it,” he leans back, sinking his arms around your waist like a snake. “What a cruel world it is out there! Aren’t you grateful I saved you from all that?”

You hook a hand under his arm, trying to stop them creeping up towards your neck.

“Aren’t you?” he repeats more forcefully. A tear escapes your eye.

“No! I want to go home!”

Cioccolata goes lax, releasing you. You fall onto the floor, too surprised to have time to stand up. You hear the gentle tap of his fingers on the arm of the chair.

“Careful there. You don’t know what I’m capable of.”

“Doctor- I’m sorry-”

“No, I understand perfectly,” Cioccolata declares. In an instant he’s grabbed you and pulled you to your feet, facing him. “I haven’t done a good enough job settling you into your new life. That’s on me to remedy. So, as my little intern, how about I show you? The cadaver is still fresh after all.”

You put two and two together and immediately begin your protests. But you’re helpless against Cioccolata’s strength as he drags you into the surgery room.

“Please,” he tuts. “For the last time call me Dolcio. Or just Cio. Cio-Cio? Now that would be sweet,” he muses. You pay no attention to his words as the woman’s corpse fills your senses. She can’t be older than thirty, hair colour indecipherable from the matting of blood sourced from her neck. You can’t stop focusing on her earrings- they jut out like she just got them pierced in the past few days.

Cioccolata stands behind you. You feel the handle of a scalpel be pushes into your palm, your fist closed around it. He takes hold of each of your wrists like a puppet.

Perhaps this isn’t so bad. Like this, you can shut your eyes.

Cioccolata moves the hand with the scalpel over the body. He forces your fingers to brush against the skin, letting you feel the uncanny heat that is too cool to be alive, to warm to be long dead. He manipulates your fingers into the proper poise and moves your hand diagonally. Blood oozes onto your fingertip. A test cut.

“Still sharp after all that? I’ll have to stick to this supplier, their quality is exceptional,” Cioccolata enthuses. He glides your hand to make a much larger, bigger cut. “Now, let’s check your basic knowledge. What are we looking at?”

“I don’t know… I’m not smart like you…” you gamble, hoping appeasement will flatter him into desisting.

“Come now, it’s children’s play. Hmm…” he leans in close so his breath tickles your ear. “Maybe you should open your eyes and try.”

Accepting defeat, you force yourself to look at the cut you’ve made.

Ribs. The answer to his question was ribs.

“My specialism focuses on the chest cavity, as you know, so normally my patients’ torsos are in poor quality by the time I’m done with them. However I was focusing on the throat today, so lucky for you it’s all untarnished.”

Black shapes are starting to appear in your vision. It’s the only thing to counter the blaring lights above. Unfortunately for you, you’re nowhere near done. You never appreciated just how many steps there are to surgery, more when your teacher is stopping to describe every bone, sinew and vein he is forcing you to hold.

With every new minute, you feel more and more sick. It’s the smell more than the sight, although that isn’t what causes you to finally lose it. Eventually it’s Cioccolata shoving your finger inside the artery into the heart that finally breaks you, and you pass out, dizzy and nauseated in his arms.

“Hmmm, alright,” he accepts, cradling you as you slip from consciousness. “We can stop here on this occasion. Just remember all you’ve learned, okay?”

[yuutasprincess]

Maki using a strap on you for the first time 🥵

<3

The silicone cock buried in your cunt makes your head spin and the harness around her waist lights your skin on fire, thighs slapping against the back of yours with each experimental thrust. slender fingers rub tight circles over your clit, hand cramping and knuckles bending to make you jolt the way she likes.

The cocky smirk never leaves her lips, free hand sunken into your waist where crescents reside. her back arches, hips pushed forward and pelvis flushed against your ass to shove the toy as far as it can go. makis eyes crinkle and lashes speck her vision as she watches the way your spine bends, shoulders squared back as you fuck yourself on her cock.

“Look at you, cock hungry whore” she licks over her lower lip and sucks on her teeth, fingers leaving your clit as soon as your breath starts to speed up. out of the corner of your eye you can see her tongue roll out, pink muscle flat as she sticks her fingers in her mouth and sucks your juices off them. “don’t think you can cum yet, I’m not done with you”

She pulls out until she’s sitting on her calves, cock coated in your wetness and a thin ring of white. “fuck” she works the base of the toy with flushed cheeks, palm sticky and hand soaked as she watches your cunt clench around nothing. “look how wet you are for a toy, we’re you that desperate to get off?” fingers pinch together and pull apart to show off the translucent string keeping them connected.

A tender laugh leaves her lips when you turn away from her, cheek pressed into the pillow with a fistful of sheets between your fingers. hands slide up the back of your thighs, they pinch the skin of your ass and pull your folds apart. you can feel her breath on your sex, cheek near your thigh as she licks a stripe up your glistening cunt. her nose digs into your heat, tongue flicking over your hole and dipping past the ring of muscle to collect your juices.

Vulgar noises leave her, face hot and legs tense as she rubs her thighs together while sucking on your clit. “turn around” she licks over her lips again, cheeks hallowing as she grips you by the hips and fixes you onto your back. “gonna fuck you like a whore since you wanna act like one” the corner of her lip quirks up and there’s a fondness in her eyes when she leans over to kiss you, lips slippery and tongue clashing with yours as she rubs the silicone cock between your folds.

The blunt tip pushes against your hole as her hands comes up to roll your nipple between her thumb and forefinger. maki sighs into your mouth when her hips sink down, chest meeting yours as she continues to toy with your mounds, her nose bumps against yours and drool soaks her chin as she tilts her head to deepen your kiss. she fucks the toy into you at a languid pace, thrusts timed to hit the sensitive spot inside you.

Nimble fingers leave your chest to find the inside of your knees, nails graze down your sides and over your thighs before shes parting your legs. lips leaving yours to spit over the area where you’re connected, “look how well you’re sucking me in with that greedy cunt of yours” another laughs leaves her when your pupils dilate, back arching off the bed as she rolls her hips faster and folds you in half to fuck into you deeper. “If you’re gonna cum on my cock then make sure you’ll be returning the favor”