#Understanding HVAC System

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Understanding the Functionality of an HVAC System

An HVAC system (Heating, Ventilation, and Air Conditioning) is vital for maintaining indoor comfort and air quality. It provides heating during cold months, cooling during hot weather, and ensures proper ventilation for healthier air circulation. Additionally, modern HVAC systems control humidity and filter out pollutants, contributing to both comfort and energy efficiency. Understanding how an HVAC system works is essential for maintaining a comfortable and healthy indoor environment. Explore more about HVAC functionality and how it benefits your home or business today!

[bananonbinary]

tbh i really do understand the urge to be a know it all customer bc we're hiring a contractor to install a new heat pump in our house, and i had to do a fair bit of research to kinda guesstimate costs and how to pick the right contractor and all that, and now my brain is just...stuck. wont stop hyperfocusing, but there's no more answers i can reasonably find that wont be trumped by what the contractor knows. my brain is like 'no figure out the specific model you want and how you want it installed' and i keep having to beat it back with a stick bc my few hours of googling is not better than their life's trade, brain.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

I don't quite understand the listing on this 1917 bank building in Tekoa, WA. It's empty and looks like it hasn't been converted, but the listing says that it has 3bds & 2ba. It also looks like you get the entire building, but the listing calls it a condominium. It's got some pretty cool original features, though, and it's listed for $247K. Let's see what we have, here.

So, technically, this would be your main living area. I like the blue accents, all the original wood features and arch by the front door. They left the desk in the middle, and I think that would have to go. I also like the original mosaic flooring.

Now, here's the bank vault right on the main floor.

So, is this one of the 3 bedrooms? Look, they left a cool smaller safe in here, too.

But, wait! If you buy today, we'll double your order and you'll also get a second, secret vault with a bathroom. I don't see a shower or tub in here, though.

Maybe I would keep the desk. It matches the loft. This place needs a kitchen, so maybe it would make a nice island.

I'm confused. Is this considered a bedroom? The wood is nice, but there's an open loft above.

Stairs to the loft.

I still don't see where they see 3bds and 2ba.

Maybe this is the 3rd bedroom? I like the exposed brick, but it's way too narrow and has no window to be a bedroom.

There's a very large basement, but that furnace looks shot.

It's a huge space.

And, they left all their crappy archives for the new owner. The listing promised a secret passage. Is this where it leads?

I don't know, but I don't think that I'd pay $247 for this building. I don't see 3bds, 2ba, it needs a new HVAC system, plus a kitchen. 2 thumbs down.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/102-N-Crosby-St-1-Tekoa-WA-99033/370657237_zpid/

[allprocarpetsteamers]

Breathe Easy: The Importance Of Air Duct Cleaning In Las Vegas

Are you breathing easy in Las Vegas? The air around us is crucial to our health and well-being, yet it's often overlooked. In this bustling city of lights, ensuring the quality of the air we breathe is essential. Join us as we delve into the world of air duct cleaning and discover why it's a game-changer for your indoor environment. Let's explore how clean Air Duct Cleaning Las Vegas home or business!

The Impact Of Poor Indoor Air Quality

Poor indoor air quality can significantly impact your health and well-being. When your air ducts are filled with dust, allergens, and pollutants, the air circulating in your home becomes contaminated. This can lead to respiratory issues, allergies, and other health problems for you and your family.

Breathing in polluted air consistently can aggravate existing conditions like asthma or allergies. It can also cause headaches, fatigue, and irritation of the eyes, nose, and throat. Additionally, poor indoor air quality may contribute to an overall decline in indoor comfort levels.

If addressed, indoor air quality can improve over time as contaminants continue to accumulate in the ductwork. This is why regular air duct cleaning is essential to maintain a healthy living environment for you and your loved ones.

Benefits Of Regular Air Duct Cleaning

When it comes to maintaining a healthy indoor environment, regular air duct cleaning is an essential component. Over time, dust, dirt, pet dander, and other contaminants can accumulate in your air ducts. These pollutants affect the quality of the air you breathe and the efficiency of your HVAC system.

Investing in regular air duct cleaning can improve the overall air quality in your home or office. Clean air ducts help reduce allergens and irritants that can exacerbate respiratory conditions like asthma or allergies. Additionally, they promote better airflow throughout your space, leading to improved energy efficiency and lower utility bills.

Moreover, regular air duct maintenance can extend your HVAC system's lifespan. When debris builds up in the ductwork, it forces the system to work harder to heat or cool your space, which can result in premature wear and tear on components. Ensuring that your air ducts are clean helps prevent unnecessary strain on your HVAC unit and reduces the risk of costly repairs.

Choosing A Reliable And Efficient Air Duct Cleaning Service In Las Vegas

Reliability and efficiency are key factors to consider when selecting an air duct cleaning service in Las Vegas. With the abundance of options available, it can be overwhelming to make the right choice.

Start by researching companies online and reading customer reviews to understand their reputation. Look for a company that is licensed and insured and has experienced technicians who use industry-standard equipment.

Ask about their process – a reputable service provider will conduct a thorough inspection before starting the cleaning process. Please inquire about additional services they offer, such as mold remediation or dryer vent cleaning.

Remember to request a detailed quote upfront with no hidden fees. A trustworthy company will provide transparency regarding its pricing structure.

Choosing a reliable and efficient air duct cleaning service in Las Vegas is essential for maintaining good indoor air quality and ensuring your HVAC system operates at its best.

Conclusion

In Las Vegas, where clean air is essential for comfort and health, air duct cleaning plays a vital role in maintaining good indoor air quality. Regular cleaning keeps your HVAC system clear of dust, debris, and contaminants so you can quickly know that the air circulating in your home is fresh and clean.

Choosing a reliable and efficient air duct cleaning service in Las Vegas ensures the job is done thoroughly and professionally. With the benefits of improved indoor air quality, energy efficiency, cost savings, and overall well-being at stake, investing in regular air duct cleaning pays off in more ways than one.

Don't wait until poor indoor air quality affects your health or increases energy bills. Take proactive steps to ensure your HVAC system runs efficiently by scheduling regular air duct cleaning with trusted professionals. Your lungs—and wallet—will thank you!

[scoobydoodean]

My neighbor (who I just met yesterday) knocked on my door this afternoon during a storm, asking if I had a ladder. She seemed nervous about something. Proceeded to tell me that the the laminated wood shroud that covers the attic space in her unit just violently flipped over. She did not see what did it. She wanted to cover the attic back up, but was a little too short to reach and also understandably scared.

I went with her to the apartment with my step stool. The shroud was flipped in a sort of bizarre way. It wasn't just offset. It was turned 90 degrees so one corner was hanging slightly out of the attic while the other corners kept it lodged in the attic space. I had forgotten my phone and it was too dark to see anything and I and my neighbor are too short to see much with the ladder I had. I just put the shroud back in place for her and then told her it was probably an animal and to contact our apartment's maintenance staff.

It then occurred to me that at least three times over the last couple of weeks, I have heard a strange noise right outside my bedroom door. The attic shrouds in our units are located right outside the bedroom doors. It's just a quick wood hitting wood sound—exactly the sort of noise the attic shroud would make. I did open the door and look out one time but nothing was amiss in my apartment. It's 500 square feet and there's really nowhere to hide. I brushed the noise off as the HVAC system.

I can't think of anything I have found out of place or anything that's been taken—including food. There is a box of cereal sitting on top of the fridge right next to the attic shroud and it's been untouched. Tonight I'm going to try and set up my laptop as a motion camera.

[covid-safer-hotties]

Also preserved in our archive

By Sara Ehrhardt

I’m coughing, looking at my plans for the day, cancelling each one.

As an elected official, this is not a good look. We wish to be out and about with people. We certainly don’t want to be coughing all over our constituents in this time of COVID. But elected officials get sick too.

Like most parents in the community I represent, when I start to feel sick I think back to all the places my family and I have been, and also what plans we have coming up.

I wonder what the expiration date is on those COVID tests I grabbed who-knows-when. I also wonder how other orders of government, particularly our provincial government in Ontario, can continue to seemingly ignore the lived experience of so many right now as they walk back systemic efforts to understand and grapple with this virus.

Who knows where to find tests? Who knows what is going around? Who knows what vaccines will be coming, and when?

In September, the Office of the Chief Science Advisor of Canada released a report titled “Dealing with the Fallout: Post-COVID Condition and its continued impact on individuals and society.” As a person lying sick in bed, this report really hits home. Even if the symptoms seem familiar, getting COVID is really not the same as getting the flu.

There are risks to getting COVID multiple times, and it is important to continue to take action to prevent COVID and other respiratory illnesses from spreading.

This report also hits home as an elected public school board trustee. The report has noted that “adequate ventilation and air filtration is often a key gap in buildings where people gather, including schools” and recommends incentivizing investments in improving indoor air quality in buildings.

Despite the advocacy of countless school boards, elected public school trustees and parents across this country — including me — there is currently no funding pathway for schools to make the needed improvements that the Office of the Chief Science Advisor is recommending.

In Ontario, federal-provincial funding that allowed for clean air improvements ended in December 2023. The Toronto District School Board (TDSB) received roughly $80 million in funding, some of which supported some very important ventilation improvements at area schools.

But it is nowhere near enough.

Let’s say it could cost $1 billion to really improve indoor air quality across the almost 600 schools and 238,000 students of the TDSB alone. This sounds like an enormous number, but in the world of public infrastructure, where things are funded across multiple orders of government over multiple years, this could be very achievable if new funding pathways were created and sustained — a 10 year public infrastructure modernization fund say. This could include other very needed updates to the buildings that school children are in for so many hours of their young lives.

“You can’t have a healthy economy without healthy people,” said Ontario’s Finance Minister Peter Bethlenfalvy in 2021. This surely must also include healthy children learning in healthy buildings. We all know children are carrying more than just backpacks between school and home each day.

As provincial and federal governments start thinking about their next year budgets, or perhaps their upcoming election promises, I hope they remember their own words and think seriously about investing in modernizing school buildings to meet the needs of the 21st century, including sustained, targeted funding for new and improved heating, ventilation and air conditioning (HVAC) systems with air cleaning.

School boiler rooms don’t come across as a prime location for ribbon cuttings. But modernizing HVAC in schools is a sensible and very justifiable public investment that I believe every elected official – especially finance ministers - should get behind. The many coughing parents across this province right now will thank us.

[educationtech]

Thermodynamics and Its Relevance to Mechanical Engineering

There are so many colleges but Arya College of Engineering & I.T. is the best college in Jaipur Rajasthan which provides information about thermodynamics it is a fundamental branch of mechanical engineering that deals with the principles governing energy, heat, and work. It is essential for understanding how energy is transformed and utilized in various systems, making it a cornerstone of mechanical engineering applications. This exploration of thermodynamics will cover its basic principles, laws, applications, and significance in mechanical engineering.

Fundamental Principles of Thermodynamics

Thermodynamics is primarily concerned with the relationships between heat and other forms of energy. It is governed by several key laws:

1.         Zeroth Law of Thermodynamics: This law establishes the concept of temperature and thermal equilibrium. It states that if two systems are in thermal equilibrium with a third system, they are also in thermal equilibrium with each other.

2.         First Law of Thermodynamics: Often referred to as the law of energy conservation, it states that energy cannot be created or destroyed, only transformed. Mathematically, it can be expressed as:

ΔU=Q−WΔU=Q−W

where ΔUΔU is the change in internal energy, QQ is the heat added to the system, and WW is the work done by the system.

3.         Second Law of Thermodynamics: This law introduces the concept of entropy, indicating that energy transformations are not 100% efficient and that heat cannot spontaneously flow from a colder to a hotter object. It establishes the direction of natural processes and the limits of energy conversion.

4.         Third Law of Thermodynamics: This law states that as a system approaches absolute zero, its entropy approaches a constant, usually zero. It provides a basis for defining absolute entropy.

Applications of Thermodynamics in Mechanical Engineering

Thermodynamics principles are applied in various areas of mechanical engineering, including:

1.         Power Generation: Thermodynamics is crucial in the design and analysis of power plants, such as steam power plants, gas turbines, and internal combustion engines. It helps optimize the efficiency of energy conversion processes.

2.         Refrigeration and Air Conditioning: The principles of thermodynamics are used to design and analyze refrigeration and air conditioning systems, ensuring efficient heat transfer and maintaining desired temperatures.

3.         Fluid Mechanics: Thermodynamics is closely related to fluid mechanics, as it helps understand the behavior of fluids under different conditions, such as pressure and temperature changes.

4.         Heat Transfer: Thermodynamics provides the foundation for understanding heat transfer mechanisms, including conduction, convection, and radiation, which are essential in the design of heat exchangers, boilers, and other thermal systems.

5.         Combustion: Thermodynamics is used to analyze combustion processes, which are crucial in the design of internal combustion engines, gas turbines, and other systems that rely on burning fuels.

Significance of Thermodynamics in Mechanical Engineering

Thermodynamics is a fundamental aspect of mechanical engineering for several reasons:

1.         It provides a framework for understanding energy transformations: Thermodynamics helps engineers analyze and optimize the conversion of energy from one form to another, ensuring efficient and effective systems.

2.         It enables the design of thermal systems: Thermodynamics is essential in designing and analyzing thermal systems, such as power plants, refrigeration units, and HVAC systems, ensuring their proper functioning and efficiency.

3.         It helps in material selection: Thermodynamics provides insights into the behavior of materials under different conditions, allowing engineers to select appropriate materials for specific applications.

4.         It contributes to sustainability: By understanding the principles of energy conversion and the limitations imposed by the laws of thermodynamics, engineers can design more sustainable and environmentally friendly systems.

In conclusion, thermodynamics is a crucial aspect of mechanical engineering, providing a fundamental understanding of energy transformations and enabling the design of efficient and effective systems. Its applications span various domains, from power generation to refrigeration and air conditioning, making it an essential tool for mechanical engineers in their pursuit of innovation and progress.

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A Reason To Try

Chapter 11 - Reckless Words

Masterlist of Chapters

Warnings: 18+ - No minors Please read the tags on AO3 for any of your triggers

Alex Keller X Original FMC 6.7k words - AO3 Link

Relief flooded Madeline at the news it wasn’t her sister that was bit She knew it was selfish, but she couldn’t help the easing of the tightness in her chest. The news she had been dreading still hadn’t come and in her mind, Josephine was still okay. And if Josephine was okay so was Everett, they wouldn’t turn out a family member of a vital person with the CDC.

However, the pain on Alex’s face stamped out the brief comfort. The guilt of her own good fortune at Alex’s expense hurt her heart. Whatever Alex and Farah were to one another it was still love, romantic or platonic, it didn’t matter. She knew he loved her, he had confessed as much in their conversations, and from how he spoke about their relationship she knew Farah cared about him just as deeply.

“Alex, I’m,” Madeline started as she got closer and knelt down next to him. The wind was whipping and she shivered slightly but she reached a hand out to his shoulder. “I’m so sorry, I couldn’t imagine.”

Alex had seen Madeline’s face, the relief it wasn’t her heartbreak this time, despite how she tried to hide it from him. Deep down he knew she couldn’t help it, that she didn’t mean to feel solace that the bad news wasn’t for her, but it still riled him just the same.  What was a stranger’s death to her? Just another drop in the bucket of all the death she had seen in recent days. But for him, the world seemed to have ground to a halt, and he was weighed down by having to carry on without Farah.

He didn’t look at Madeline as she knelt down next to him, didn’t acknowledge her apology as she spoke. When her hand came out to grab his shoulder he tensed. He didn’t want to be touched, or comforted, especially not by her. He had been with Madeline seeking comfort, distraction, and pleasure while Farah had been fighting for her people, trying to keep them alive, something he should have done for her. Now she was somewhere in the city as one of those things, or dead. No, she would be dead. She would never let herself become a liability, so when she felt the end coming, she would have taken care of it herself. The thought of what she would have done to make sure she didn’t hurt anyone else sent another fresh wave of horror through him.

“Is…are they all?” Madeline didn’t know how to outwardly ask the question without sounding crass.

“No,” Alex answered sharply, pushing himself up from his sitting position. He couldn’t bear to stay there with her so close, touching him. He needed space, an outlet to scream, to destroy something.

“Farah got them all out. She brought up the rear to ensure everyone made it onto the trucks,” he explained, slamming the phone down on the HVAC system, causing it to rattle loudly. That should have been his place in the evacuation; it should have been him bit.

Madeline quickly withdrew her hand as he twisted out of her grasp. He wasn’t looking at her, his eyes averted as his jaw ticked. He was upset, understandably so, but the rejection stung all the same. She was certain he was revisiting everything they had shared, possibly regretting it all now that Farah, the one he truly loved and wanted to return home to, was gone. The guilt of what they shared was surely settling in quickly.

“How did it happen?” She asked quietly as she still remained on the ground watching him doing her best to lock away her own feelings.

“She was holding off a wave of those things while the children were being loaded. Only a few were left, but the gate was breached, and she was bitten while climbing into the truck. She ordered the team to leave her behind and get to the safe house she had set up.” Alex shut his eyes, running his hands painfully through his hair, fingers curling around his head as if trying to block out the images his mind was creating.

“Farah saved so many people Alex,” Madeline said in a bit of awe as she pushed up from her kneeling position to stand on the side of the HVAC. “Think of the difference she made for all those people, the people she was so passionate about keeping safe and alive. From what you told me about her, she did exactly what she wanted to do.”

When Alex cut his eyes over to her, however, she knew her words hadn’t helped in the slightest. She could see the anger in his glare, the vengeful soldier with no outlet for his emotions and pain.

“She suffered Madeline,” his tone was harsh. “She didn’t turn right away. More people arrived at the safehouse hours later saying Farah sent them. They said she was sick; it was probably nearing the end when they last saw her.” He pivoted away with a snarl, dropped his hands, and walked a few paces away. “That was three days ago…she was trying her hardest to help people as she slowly died and spent her final moments completely alone. While I was with you.” The last sentence was laced with guilt and perhaps accusation.

“I’m sorry,” Madeline said again though it didn’t feel like enough. But what else could she say? There were no words to help in a time like this, nothing that would bring comfort or fix anything. It was beyond that. She felt useless as she watched Alex pace, knowing he was beating himself up and trying to shoulder all the blame because that was easier than accepting that there was nothing he could have done.

“I should have been there. I should have done my one fucking job because she’s worth so much more than me. Than…this” Alex’s eyes swept over Madeline for a second, as if he were comparing her life to Farah’s.

“You can’t blame yourself for this. It’s been a disaster, something no one could have predicted. I’m not sorry you stayed, that you are alive.” Madeline tried, hoping to show him she saw him as more than just the dispensable soldier he saw himself as. She crossed the gap between them and gently reached for his arm again, wanting to get him to pause and think beyond his warring emotions.

“Stop,” Alex snapped, catching her wrist before she could touch him. “Please, just go back inside.”

“It’s not fair, it’s fucking awful, but you being alive is not a failure on your part. Your decision to help someone that needed it wasn’t a bad choice.” Madeline raised her voice a bit, not to yell but to portray the feeling behind her words because she saw the walls going up behind his eyes; he wasn’t listening to anything she had to say. When he grabbed her wrist, she didn’t flinch from it or pull back but instead gently rested her open palm on his chest in reassurance.

“Choices have consequences. And this one wasn’t worth the trade-off,” Alex answered, his voice low and lethal. As if it were a dark secret that he didn’t want to shout but instead let slip from him like deadly venom. At the last words, he pulled her hand away from his chest and pushed it away. He didn’t deserve any sort of sympathy, didn’t want it.

He may as well of slapped her. Madeline let her arm fall limply to her side as she looked at him a bit wide-eyed and shocked at what he had just said. He didn’t even flinch, didn’t show any recognition of the fact that he had just cut straight down to her soul. He believed he had made the wrong choice by helping her, and now he deeply regretted it. And then there were the unspoken implications beneath his words; the meaning behind his glares, the distance he kept putting between them, and the scrutinizing looks. He would have gladly traded her life for the commander he loved so deeply, she was the dispensable one.

“It wasn’t just me you helped. What about Everett?” She fumbled over his name, pausing to take a breath to keep herself together. “Was he not worth it? Just a waste of your time?” Madeline barely whispered as she searched his face for any sort of remorse, a realization. She found none.

Alex stared at Madeline, at the pain that flickered across her face and how she paled a bit. “That’s not-” he started to argue, taking a step toward her just for her to step back. That ignited his anger further, that she was acting fearful of him of all people. After what he had done for her, killed for her. “Everett wasn’t a waste.”

“So just me then?” Madeline asked, attempting to cover up the way her words choked out of her with a sarcastic laugh. “What was I to you this whole time? Just a placeholder, an easy fuck in the dark so you could pretend I was her.”

“You aren’t anything like her so there was no way for me to pretend,” Alex snapped. “You were a job, Madeline. You and Everett were work. An unintended obstacle in this fucking mess where nothing has gone to plan. And now Farah is dead. Your sister may be as too, less you forget about her.” His tone was no less soft even as he took in how Madeline fought to keep the emotion off her face as he continued to dig. He couldn’t help himself; it was as if the floodgates opened and he could finally unleash some of his pent-up frustrations and anger with the excuse of grief to hide behind. “And I was here with you because I let you distract me when I should have known better.”

Madeline didn’t reply immediately. She looked at him for a moment longer, blinking as if truly seeing him for the first time. There was a reason he was good at his job, why he was so valued by the government that he was forgiven for his transgressions with no consequences. She had been naïve to believe that he actually cared about her. He was a soldier, a government asset first, and she was just a job. A job, and distraction, that cost him the thing he actually cared about.

“Feel free to leave then,” she finally blurted out.

“It’s too late for that now,” Alex stated as he watched her. “I committed to the job. Farah’s already gone so nothing else for me to worry about at this point besides you.”

“The job is done, you got us to the CDC as you promised. It’s not your fault they deemed me not worth keeping around, just like you have,” she shifted and wrapped her arms around herself, feeling exposed and vulnerable standing in the middle of the roof. “There’s nothing else is tying you here now; no job, no other commitments.” Her tone was defeated, the spark of fight leaving her as he made her feel so unworthy of him and his help. “Go do the actual job Farah sent you to do. Help your team before someone else dies. Someone whose life is probably more valuable. Like my sister.”

She knew should have let his hurtful remarks go, let his barbs of comparison between her and Farah slide for the moment understanding it was his grief talking and not him. Then, when they both had time to breathe, talked to him about what he had said that hurt. But now, there wouldn’t be a later. He had torn into her with ease and ripped at the most vulnerable parts. The tears she had been fighting welled up in her eyes and she adverted her glance turning to leave.

“Goddamn it. Madeline!” Alex started as he saw the light in her eyes wink out, the bright flash of anger dulled to nothing as she curled in on herself. Just the sight of her giving up snapped him from the spiral he was on, making him realize just what he was doing. She wasn’t a subordinate that he could rip into and it would go in one ear and out the other without ramifications. Nor was she a fellow soldier who understood that words spoken in anger weren’t always true; they were just an outlet for some of the pent-up aggression and fear. “Just listen to me for a second, I didn’t mean-“

Alex followed Madeline, sidestepping around her to block her path. In his pain, he put up walls and lashed out at Madeline in an attempt to comfort himself instead of letting her try to help. He realized a moment too late that these past few days Madeline had been his only source of relief, his peace in this mess, and he for her. But he had ruined that in a matter of moments, tearing her apart out of some deep-seated need to try and offload his pain onto someone else.

He reached a silent hand out to her, a gesture of peace and vulnerability, but she only met his eyes with a look of pure sadness and hurt. She went around him without a word, dropping her eyes to the ground as she shuffled past. He didn’t try to stop her, he just turned to watch her go. Only when she was gone and he was left alone, staring at the sky, did he realize that he had succeeded in fulfilling his need for space and his urge to destroy something.

Madeline rushed down the fire escape, her hands grabbing at the railing to keep from slipping. Her vision blurred as she went, and she nearly fell through the window to get back inside. As she slammed the window shut against the cold, she heard Alex curse and the hollow thud of metal.

She understood grief made people react differently, that anger was usually the gut reaction at the unfairness death. But to be openly cruel, to deem her an unworthy trade-off for Farah, to reduce their connection to merely a job; felt like he had just eviscerated her. She knew that whatever was between them was fleeting, she wasn’t an idiot, but the regret and anger directed solely at her hurt. He had aimed to kill her spirit, and judging by the tightness in her chest, he had achieved it.

Alex didn’t go back inside for the rest of the day. He lingered on the roof studying the area around them, allowing his mind to slip into the solider to numb the pain. He had lost people his whole life, it was nothing new, so he let his training click into place to guard his heart instead. He’d deal with the emotions later, apologize to Madeline later if she’d listen. But for now, he couldn’t afford to unravel; he still had things to do. An obligation to keep Madeline safe even if she told him to leave, using his own words against him. A duty to get to Price and assist with the cure, honoring Farah’s last order to him. He wasn’t going to fail Farah again like he had failed her in every other way.

Madeline had burrowed into the bed as the sun began its descent behind the horizon, staring at the wall as her mind raced. She didn’t know what Alex would do now. Would he leave like she had told him to? Tired of the burden she had become to him, unwilling to face his own regrets any longer. It would be easy for him to walk away; he’d survive easier without having her around to keep safe.

Alex hadn’t mentioned before their fight if he had managed to contact Price and learn about her sister. Maybe he had; perhaps he was already planning his own next steps to get out and get to him. That would be fine Madeline supposed. One more person to aid Josephine, to keep her alive for Everett’s sake, and make sure she figured out the cure. Her sister was far more essential, more needed by the world. Madeline was just a roadblock to slow everyone down, she had completed her one task to get Everett safe. The reality that Alex had inadvertently clarified for her was terrifying yet oddly relieving. With no one else depending on her and nothing left to do, it no longer mattered what happened to her.

When the sun was about to disappear, Alex headed back down the fire escape. His joints were stiff and aching from sitting on the wall that lined the roof for the past few hours. It was cold enough to see his breath as he pulled open the bedroom window and he slipped inside quietly. He paused in his steps when he saw Madeline’s huddled form on the bed with her back to him. He watched her for a second, eyes looking for the slow rise and fall of her chest to indicate she was asleep. She wasn’t. He could tell by how tense she was she was very much awake listening to him standing there.

Madeline remained still in the bed as she heard Alex return downstairs, hugging a pillow tightly as he entered. He lingered in the fading light of the sun, and she felt his gaze on her back. She could imagine the resentment he must have felt, watching her lie there, alive, while Farah was not. She bit down on her lip to stifle tears, silently urging him to leave her alone.

Alex slipped out of the room, closing the door behind him before making his way down the hallway. He felt numb, like a ghost, as he moved. The feelings he had been staving off all day while working crept up on him now that he had nothing else to concentrate on. Leaning against the kitchen counter, he spread his arms out, gripping the cool edge for support. He stood still for a while, staring at a chip in the marble until the shadows grew so long that there was no light left. Only then did he allow himself to break down; to let the tears fall and his body shake from the utter devastation he was feeling where no one could see him. Where he couldn’t see himself.

His mind replayed his failures, all the words left unsaid, all the moments with Farah that would never come again. He mourned the loss of her laughter, the gentle grip of gratitude on his arm when they accomplished a goal, the command in her voice during missions, the soft smiles they shared in rare quiet moments and those few times she would give into her feelings and let Alex love her as deserved. Each memory felt like another cut, bleeding him dry with grief.

The deafening silence allowed everything to overwhelm Alex, and he eventually sank down to lean against the kitchen cabinets on the floor, unable to stand any longer. This was why Farah had never let anyone get close. She couldn’t risk love because it would be her downfall and, in a way, it had been. Her love for her people was what eventually killed her. War, fighting, terror; all those things could break you, kill you, instantly. But love was the silent, slow, killer that ruined you from the inside out. Love made you make foolish decisions and would be the ruin of everyone.

When he thought he couldn't shatter any further, the memory of Madeline's betrayed expression reminded him he wasn't finished. He had lashed out at her, letting her bear the brunt of his pain to dull his own hurt. But at what cost? She had pieced together his darkest thoughts, ones that weren’t truly his but had still conveyed one way or another. None of it was how he really felt. He didn’t want her dead, would never actually want to trade her life for Farah’s and he certainly didn’t view her as a placeholder. He had said all the wrong things in all the wrong ways. It was the shock and grief that had won in that heated moment between them on the roof. Knowing she thought that was how he actually felt about her ripped him even further apart and he had no idea how to undo the damage he had done.

Madeline could hear Alex from where she lay in bed, the sound only slightly muffled by distance and the shut door. It pained her to hear him suffering, to let him wreck himself alone, but she couldn’t bring herself to go to him. His words and actions on the roof had made it clear where she stood with him; which was nowhere. The empathetic side of her silently cried with him, and she nearly rose from the bed twice to comfort him as his pained gasps tore at her heart. She wanted to ease his burden, no matter how badly he had wounded her, but she knew another rejection or jab would completely shatter her. Self-preservation won out against her better nature, and she curled deeper into the bed listening until silence settled over the space again.

Alex was up and moving at first light.

He had slept on the couch that night, unable to face Madeline from the shame of what he had done. She hadn’t stirred when he quietly grabbed a hooded sweatshirt from the closet, and he didn’t linger to see if she wanted to talk. He had exhausted himself in the darkness agonizing over everything but when the sun crept back through the windows he packed it away. He didn’t know how to make things better through his words, he had royally fucked everything up using those, but he knew how to work and could try to convey his apology through action.

Madeline felt like she was on pins and needles as she lay in bed, just waiting for the other shoe to drop. Alex was moving around in the living room and she savagely thought to herself that he was packing up, that he was going to walk out that door and leave her. Would he even think about her as he drove off? Would he care? She was so consumed with those thoughts that she hadn’t heard him drag the loveseat from the door and only realized he had walked out of the condo when the front door snapped shut.

She shot out of bed and ran out to the living room to see if he truly had left. She wasn’t going to lose all dignity and run out the door to beg him to come back but she did go to the window to peer out from behind the curtains. He had a duffle, her duffle, over his shoulder and it was empty by the looks of it as he walked around the side of the building opposite of where they had parked. She followed him, darting into the children’s room to look out that window to see him headed toward the construction area and wrench back the fence before walking in.

Alex had watched the surrounding area all day prior, there had been no movement. No one else seemed to be around the condominium and they were far enough back from the main road that cars didn’t come by either. He had mapped out the construction area as best as he could, taking mental notes of where things were that he wanted to check out and what to grab. His first stop was going to be the office trailer to see what type of radios they had and to check and see if the generators would run the electricity inside or if they had already hardwired it to the electric grid.

Breaking one of the windows on the door with the butt of his gun Alex reached inside and unlocked the door. He peered around one more time before slipping inside and flipping a light switch. It came on. One small victory he supposed as he slipped the duffle from his shoulder and set it in a chair and got to work. He snatched up anything he thought could be useful as he dug through drawers, pulled open cabinets, and even went through employee lockers. He had turned the CB radio on to shuffle channels, the white noise on every channel serving as his background music.

Madeline stared at the small light from the trailer for a bit waiting to see what he was up to. He didn’t emerge for a while and she grew impatient, bouncing her leg, as she waited. After what seemed like hours he stepped back out, the bag significantly fuller she noted as he cut off the light and shut the door. As if he knew she were watching his eyes instantly snapped up to the window she was in and she flitted away, dropping the curtain down. He hadn’t shared with her what he was doing so she wasn’t going to stare at him all day, he could do what he pleased even if it made her nervous.

Instead, she walked into the living room and looked at the piles that were still laid out on the floor. She snatched up the list he had made of everything and twisted the paper this way and that at the notes he had made. He had even inventoried Everett’s things with a small note of where he moved them to keep out of her eyesight but to not forget them when they left. It was difficult to reconcile this Alex with the one from yesterday and she sighed as she tossed the paper back down onto the floor. She needed to do something, anything, besides sitting and wallowing; she had done enough of that.

The kitchen was where she found herself. She dug out trash bags and started to go through the food, setting it all out on the counters and sorting through keep and toss. The fridge would be the last thing, everything in there rotten and already smelling. The ice from the machine had puddled and dried on the floor already and something else suspicious looking was leaking out the bottom of one of the doors.

Alex didn’t return until he had two bags worth of items slung on his back and toted a full gas can he had found. A light rain had begun when he called Price again, standing at the bottom of the stairs that led up to their condo. It rang for a while before dropping, storm clouds obscuring the already weak signal. He had been trying to call every three hours, letting it ring a specific number of times, before hanging up. Price wouldn’t know the line he was calling from, the phone was new, so he wanted to establish a pattern so maybe he’d try back.

When Alex climbed to the top of the stairs, he set the gas can down underneath a decorative bench and looked at the bags and bags of garbage sitting there. It smelled horrendous and he toed one of them with his boot to see it was food that had gone bad. He wasn’t a fan of the fact Madeline had gone outside without him but he reeled in his disapproval as he started lugging the bags back down the stairs. He didn’t want to draw any attention to the fact they were there, to humans or animals, so he took everything to the trash near the Tahoe. The rain was coming down in sheets by the time he finished and he shook his arms off at the front door before letting himself inside.

The moment Madeline heard Alex coming up the stairs she deserted the kitchen to go back to the bedroom, shutting the door behind her. She had checked on him from time to time throughout the day to make sure he hadn’t landed himself in any trouble, but that did not mean she wanted to face him. The work in the kitchen had taken hours, between organizing, clearing out the fridge, and trying to not vomit as she cleaned it all up. Everything in the fridge was spoiled, completely ruined, and rotting. The mysterious leaking liquid under the door had been a combination of thawed meat juice, ice cream, and other questionable things. That had nearly done her in as she scooped it all out and she had to take a long break to breathe.

The upside to clearing it all out though was she had found wine. Multiple bottles of wine between the fridge and pantry that were still good. She didn’t feel the need to ration those out as she had done with the food and had snagged a bottle for herself in her retreat. She also grabbed a single pack of peanut butter snack crackers for her dinner not bothering to sort anything out for Alex. He could figure it out on his own.

Alex looked around the kitchen as he drip dried on the tile noting the smell of cleaning chemicals. The counters were covered in different piles of food Madeline had set out. It was all non-perishable items fashioned by needing to be cooked to ready to eat, followed by piles of items close to expiration that would need to be eaten first. He mulled over a can of ravioli, which was originally in the ‘to be cooked’ pile, before settling on that for his dinner. He wasn’t above eating cold Chef Boyardee and he was starved.

Opening the can he grabbed a fork and headed to the living room to start skimming through the documents on his laptop that he had downloaded the day before. He had a little bit of light left and he wanted to spend it wisely. He set up by the window, angling the sat phone through a small open crack at the sky to try and grab the internet again. He sent off an email to anyone he could think of with just the GPS coordinates of where he and Madeline were, the new number he had, and that they had made it to the CDC but were turned away after leaving Everett. The email took over thirty minutes to send, the loading bar creeping desperately slowly as he ate. Once it finished, he shut down and made a mental note to go charge the laptop in the office the next day.

Madeline sat on the bed nursing her bottle of red wine as she flipped through a book. Alex was quiet in the living room but that was fine by her, he was back inside so she knew he was safe, so she allowed herself a decent buzz. Hardly eating anything that day allowed the fuzzy calm to settle over her faster than normal and she found herself staring at the bedroom door. She wanted to go talk to him, to see how he was feeling, ask what he had done that day. Anything to end this impenetrable silence that just wouldn’t go away. But she knew better, knew it was the wine talking and she wasn’t truly ready to speak to him. Judging by the fact night fell and he never once came in, he didn’t want to speak to her either.

The next six days were much of a the same. Both of them working on their own things, carefully avoiding one another in the process. It was odd to be sharing a space yet barely seeing the other, let alone not exchanging a single word. Madeline had no idea what Alex was planning with all the work he was doing. He left at first light and only returned before nightfall which was when she would retreat to the bedroom.

She thought she heard him stop by the room one evening though. Knocking so lightly Madeline wasn’t sure if her brain made it up or not. She stared at the door waiting to see if he would knock again but was only met with silence. His footsteps a moment later down the hall made her assume she had made it up in her mind, subconsciously desperate for some human connection. The urge, need, for a scrap of interaction was strong enough that she actually got up and intended to walk out and ask him what he was doing. But when she heard the shower cut on in the guest bathroom a moment later, she retreated back to her isolation. It was better this way she told herself as she curled into the bed feeling desperately lonely.

On day seven Alex awoke from his fitful rest, opting to take a twin bed in the kids’ room over the couch, to a loud clap of thunder. The sky outside was murky, overcast, as rain came down in droves turning the construction area into a mudpuddle and effectively killing all visibility. Winters in the south were typically rainy, too warm to snow most days, and with the warm air pushing up from the gulf it brought thunderstorms as it clashed with the cool. Many people assumed tornado season was during the summer but it was truly the end of winter and the start of spring when the warm air got a little too far north too quickly.

Madeline emerged from the bedroom as thunder rumbled. She went right to the kitchen to pull out any sort of container she could find that could catch the rain; the pipes had finally run dry on her shower the night before. They had plenty of water to drink, Alex had begun his raid of the neighbor’s condos and dragged in cases of water and other sports drinks. But if they wanted to clean up, use the bathroom, or anything along those lines they needed a different water supply. She was juggling a few pots and bowls when Alex walked in half dressed and stared at her. It was the first time they had actually looked at one another besides in passing since the roof.

“I’ll be out of your way in a second,” she muttered as she headed toward the bedroom to go out to the fire escape.

“You don’t have to keep hiding in the bedroom,” Alex answered as he walked toward her and she stiffened. “Mads,” he tried.

“Don’t,” Madeline answered firmly as he attempted to use her nickname. “You keep doing your thing, and I’ll do mine. It’s worked out pretty well this far,” she reasoned as she moved to slip past him. “It’ll make it easier when you finish your plans and head out.”

Truth be told she had woken up every day thinking that it would be the day he’d leave. She had begun to suspect he had been stockpiling and planning for his departure. Each night he returned the panic in her chest seemed to ease a bit only to ratchet back up the next morning as he headed out. On the third morning when she walked out for breakfast after he had left, she found a small box of items he had set out for her. Books, old magazines, a puzzle, and other items raided from neighboring condos. They were things to keep her occupied. She thought, perhaps, it was a peace offering and showing his intentions to not leave, but she didn’t accept it. She left the box there and ignored it over the next few days when more items appeared in it.

“I don’t want to keep doing this,” Alex stated as he stepped in her path, causing her to halt and look up at him. “We need to talk.”

“You said enough the other day,” Madeline replied coolly “I don’t need any clarification on that.”

“Yes, you do,” Alex retorted doing his best to not raise his voice. “But if you’re not ready to hear what I have to say about that, we need to talk about what comes next.”

He thought a few days would be enough, enough time for both of them to cool off and come back together to talk. Perhaps that had been a foolish hope, judging by her glare. Out of everything, he missed the company the most. Just someone to talk with during the long stretches of mundane work, the comfort of holding each other at night when the darkness pressed in. He was spending too much time alone with his ghosts, with Farah’s ghost, and at this point, Madeline was just another phantom in his life. He had hoped his quiet offerings would help bridge the gap a bit between them. But while she picked through the things he left for her, items moved around so he knew she looked, she hadn’t taken a single thing, confirming she wasn’t ready to be around him.

“What next steps? Have you heard from anyone?” Madeline asked quickly as she shifted the pots in her hands.

“Nothing yet,” Alex answered truthfully. “But we need to have a backup plan in case anything changes between now and then. This was originally just a temporary stop, it’s not the safest place out there, too many variables.” He gestured to the laptop sitting on the dining room table. “I found some information on those safe locations they talked about at the CDC. Not all of them are functioning from what I could gather, but one in Texas looks promising.”

Texas. That was so far away from where they were, from Everett. Madeline swallowed once before nodding.

“Fine. Let me set these out and we can discuss.”

“Do you want help? We can put a few on the roof,” Alex tried as he watched her juggle everything and he quickly caught a bowl that toppled off her arm. This was the longest conversation that they had in days and he found himself smiling at her as he held the plastic blue bowl on his finger.

“No, I can do it just fine. I’ll be out in a second,” Madeline answered as she looked at him and snatched the bowl back none too kindly. She wasn’t about to fall for his smiles and easy flirts, she did that once and he had lured her too easily.

When she got to the bedroom, she kicked the door shut behind her maybe a little louder than was needed. A reminder that he was not welcome in the space she had claimed solely for her, one they had briefly shared for a night before he shattered the illusion.

Alex sighed as the door shut. He stood staring at it for a moment, as he did every time she shut it, feeling her reinforce the barrier between them that he had accidentally created. He spent all his free time wondering what he could do, what he could say, to try and fix things between them. Every night, before he settled in for sleep, he hesitated outside the door, bringing his hand up to knock, telling himself that this time they would talk about it, only to back away again. Then, when he woke up in the middle of the darkness, feeling more isolated than he ever had in his life, he found himself sitting in the hallway, staring at the door. Silently willing her to come out, to need him again as desperately as he needed her. She never did, and eventually he would give up his vigil and head back to bed.

Texas seemed like their best option now. It would be a long and awkward drive, but it would be better than continuing to dance around each other here. Alex could get Madeline there, ensure she was safe, and then they could go their separate ways. He would have to find another place to go after dropping her off because he couldn't stay wherever she was without being with her. The condo was proof of that, the slow torture of being so close yet so far from each other.

While he waited for Madeline to return, he went to the living room and stared at the satellite phone, which showed no service. With each passing day of radio silence, he was losing hope of ever hearing back from anyone again. Without his team, Farah, and soon, Madeline, Alex realized he truly was alone. And it was by his own doing.

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Oh, oh, I am laughing so hard at plumber Aemond! I just can't stop laughing, it's just too good. Please say you'll write a short drabble of Luke, Aemond and Tom's life together. I really like the AU you created.

Dear Anon-chan,

Thank you ☺️ I have gathered a collection of my thoughts that are hopefully entertaining 🥸

Lucerys gives birth to a baby girl. Both Tom and Aemond are totally girl dads 👧 (girl = my precious baby, let me braid your hair; boy = aight boy, you’re getting outta my house as soon as you turn 18)

Tom and Aemond have a fight about naming. Aemond wants to name his daughter Vhagar, but Tom thinks that’s old-fashioned and might get his child bullied in school.

Luke steps in and names the child Lois in honor of Tom’s sister with the middle name Helaena in honor of Aemond’s sister. (Ofc, her last name is Velaryon after Luke)

They rotate on baby tasks. Tom loves to keep the baby on his chest before bed time while he reads a book (*ahem* Kama Sutra to learn ancient Indian knowledge on how to make his sperm more potent than that of Aemond). Little lucu-fruit sometimes chomps down on Tom’s nipples when he holds her like that (just Tom’s, not Luke’s or Aemond’s).

Aemond likes to hold the baby while he stands upright with their cheeks pressed together.

Luke straddles the baby his hip as he goes around the house. (Luke has an excess of 🥛 production, so he pumps to store in the fridge.)

Luke is super protective of his child, but Aemond and Tom takes it to an excessive level.

They are all great parents but have very different parenting styles. Luke is the nurturing, understanding kind. Tom is the let’s play and explore the world, hands-on kind. Aemond is the teaching, knowledgeable kind.

Tom and Aemond are try-hard dads, but also dumb daddies. (See refusal to get a paternity test — they’d just argue that the baby is more like them because of the baby likes something… Arguments start as jokes and quickly escalate to getting physical. Luke has to put them in timeout corner and force them to wear a get-along shirt.)

Whenever one of them is taking care of the baby, the other takes advantage of the free time and gets spicy 🌶️ time with Luke.

Once little lucu-fruit bites Tom’s nipple while Tom is child duty. Tom’s bursts into the bathroom to check on his nipple but instead he finds Aemond and Luke banging. (Luke swears they were just trying to unclog the drain because Aemond is a plumber 🔧)

The three of them have broken the bed frame 🛌 on more than one occasion 😅

Whenever Tom is deployed or Aemond has to travel for work, Aemond and Tom work in a seamless alliance to update each other on Luke’s status.

After his pregnancy, Luke joins a gym because he thinks he should lose some weight (Tom & Aemond are like no, you don’t, you’re perfect ❤️)

Luke’s gym trainer is someone by the name of Osferth. Tom and Aemond quickly intervene after seeing Osferth’s face and convince Luke that they can train him.

Tom is daddy, and Luke is papa. That has been the arrangement since before Aemond was a thing. So Aemond gets called father. (Secretly, Aemond wishes for a cuter name.)

So when little Lois Helaena is in elementary school and learns about this, she begins calling Tom “dad” and Aemond “daddy almond”. Luke is always “papa” 😚 (Aemond’s heart melts.)

Aemond and Tom compete on who can do the best hairdos for their girl. Low key start a YouTube channel for girls’ hairstyles.

After Tom is honorably discharged from the Navy, Aemond and Tom start a Plumbing + HVAC business. (Tom fixed HVAC systems on navy ships.)

Luke, Aemond, and Tom have more children! Luke names their second child, a boy, Vizzy D after Aemond’s father Viserys and Tom’s father Douglas.

Any boy who tries to hit on their girl will be given shit (and fire and blood) from Tom and Aemond. It’s gotten to the point where little Lois has cried to Luke about it multiple times.

The three of them live a simple but fulfilling life full of love 💗

[reducersupply]

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[subspaceember]

Things I do not understand about the design of my parents house

Bathroom

The shower head is mounted a foot too low. I'm around 5'10 and my eye level is right where the pipe comes out of the wall. (This is the case for every shower in the house) which means the water starts to hit you around your nipples

The toilet paper holder thing is in between the toilet and the tub and requires an uncomfortable reach, actually hard to use, and so no one does

None of the towel racks are within reach of the tub, there's one on the opposite end of the room and on the opposite side of the toilet

There is a fan - however it just vents into the attic - no actual vent was ever installed - also it's the scariest looking fan ever made, you can put your hand through it. The one downstairs was a complete afterthought, when we moved in there was just a random plug hanging out of the ceiling that went to the fan - which vents into the drop ceiling... of the basement

That's right the bathroom that's in a basement and has no window that can open and also used to have carpet in a house with no HVAC system has NO FUNCTIONAL VENT FAN

There is a window - it's just a regular window that faces the front lawn, so hopefully no one's out there. There's blinds on it, but they're mounted away from the window so you can still absolutely see in if you stand in the right spot

It has an absurd amount of countertop - not really a bad thing, but it's very overkill for a bathroom

The soap tile thing came off the wall and refused to be glued back on - so there's just a big duct tape patch there now

General

The entire downstairs is drop ceiling, yup like an office building.

On top of that the entire downstairs was originally only lit by single bulb fixtures, like for closets, just bare bulbs in a dark, damp basement - except bathrooms which were fluorescent lamps

The basement has a very uncomfortable hallway, it's about 3 feet wider than most hallways and is of course lit by one light bulb

There's a random angled wall here, so one of the rooms has a random angled wall for some reason

The house has TWO water heaters, a more common full size one and a smaller like half sized one. Guess which ones plumbed to the showers - that's right the small one, the big one is only connected to the kitchen sink, washer, and the nasty added on shower in the garage that no one has ever used.

Right - there's technically a third bathroom, it is IN the garage, i mean it's literally added on it's like a box that just juts out into the room. No one has used this bathroom as it is - like i said in the garage and thus smells of dust and mold and also there's no floor.

The floor plan is very odd, there's a BIG room and I mean big on both the first floor and the basement, and lots of tiny rooms, including the one my parents tried to move me too, which is quite frankly too small for a twin bed what you're supposed to do with a room that size I don't know.

There's no water filter of any kind here, not really a big deal, although the water is literally pumped out of the ground so uh sediment is in everything - like, the water filter for drinking has dirt in the top of it

The dust the downstairs of this house has dust like no other dust, the networking stuff is out in the garage where the dust is the worst, and it's killed 2 ethernet switches and a modem, it's this thick brown dust that - even though the house has been cleaned - will never go away

The deck - which is covered in plastic fake grass terf carpet and is nasty - is actually held up by a big iron rod that was clearly added much later than when the house was built, along with a much newer staircase

There's just a big gap in the wall on the side of the carport with a 5 foot drop - no one knows why it's there

Oh yeah also- the carport is on top of the garage - the garage is not accessible for cars, as it's on the basement level, so hearing a car roll ON TOP OF THE ROOM YOU'RE IN is really nerve-wracking

There were no lights of any kind originally installed in the back of the garage, it was literally permanently dark (the part under where the cars park btw

I mentioned the lack of HVAC - the house does has an oil-burning furnace - which smells of oil and makes a loud BANG every time it turns on and off

The stairs

The stairs don't really fit so there's no landing and instead there's a angled stair to rotate into the hall basically right across where the landing should be - I've tripped and nearly died on this a lot.

The stairs have only one light, at the top, which is almost impossible to reach to change bulbs, (you have to put a ladder at the top so you're at risk of falling down the entire stairwell if you fuck up) oh and this means the weird angled step is ALSO in the dark :)

The stairs extend out into the hall which is great for tripping over and dying on the concrete floor.

I'm living in the house of leaves

[jack-adam01]

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[loremonster]

Btw ALL CRAFTS BENIFIT FROM INCREASING YOUR UNDERSTANDING OF MECHANICAL FORCES AND THE SHAPES OF ENGINEERING.

I grew up with my maternal grandparents visiting every summer with their trailer attatched ( heavy duty, biiig truck needed, deseil, associate the smell with their visits to this day, and the characteristic sound of the idiling engine ) and working with my Engineer ( Computer Science + UI Design, Electrical, HVAC, Boiler operation and troubleshooting, specialization in retrofitting old buildings with large multifloor airflow systems with minimal disturbance to the original structure, later trained to supervise new construction + oversee and assist in the labor of installation on site ) Dad to plan, construct, and install home and barnyard improvements / modifications / upgrades.

Not only were the blocks I played with from age 6 months to 14 years old made from scrap wood with the edges sanded off to make em kiddo safe, I was often Around as Dad and Grandpa were drawing on grid paper, discussing weight distribution, load bearing beams, when a box support is needed, how the square design of a box support is modified and how measurements on paper became the pieces that made a whole heckin chicken coop in one summer. As I got older I was trusted to read off those measurements so no one had to come down off a ladder to check things, and read the tape measure from the bottom and call out appropriate adjustments before a trim line is drawn. Dad goes down, Grandpa goes up, he checks the measurement again and makes his own mark. If they match, they cut. If they don't, they discuss how they made the measurement to troubleshoot why they got different results, and then we did it again to ensure understanding had been reached.

Measure until its consistant, accept human error, accept it happens All The Time, and check things until You Are Certain. THEN trim material.

A similar addage is learned in sewing; measure twice, cut once.

Mathamatics teaches guess and check, a handy principal in fibercrafts of all kinds.

Those scrap blocks I mentioned? Taught me about mechanical forces like gravity, friction, weight distribution across multiple shapes and which shapes built up best without falling over or bracing; all principals I applied later not only in crafting DIY stuff around the house but also within my artistic practice when imagining and arting locations, clothing, and people.

A lot of practical knowledge gets locked behind the barrier of Theoretical Physics ( i.e when its just numbers on paper Theorizing On How A Thing May Work In Real Space ) before an institution will let ya get your brain onto some real instruction. But there's a lotta things you can do to learn these things in your own home, and most are forms of play or creative hobbies.

Near everything you do with your body and brain together benifits both, in skill and theorizing on future intentions as they go from an idea to something others can SEE and sometimes even HOLD IN THEIR HANDS.

I still firmly beleive the ability to idiate upon something until one figures out How To Show It To Someone Else is truely the closest humans get to Actual Magic, and exists somewhere within everything people make or actuate with their physical person. And I think that undefinable Magic is what we call Art. The Arts. Crafting, creative, visual, audio, narrative, culinary, woodworks, masonry, smithing, fiberworks, fabrics, tailoring, and more than I even know to name because the catagory of Things People Imagine And Then Make Real is PRETTY FREAKIN WIDE.

These things are not sperate from the "hard" bodies of study and practice, math used to be considered magical and esoteric, and only became respectable when Accurate Measurement caused less people to die at the Apothocary, birthing the More Respectable Alchemist, and later into just Chemist-- all based on Math; an imagined system applied to the real world, bounded on proven precepts that are applied over and over and over to LITERALLY ANYTHING we can try it on to see If It Still Tracks Or We Missed Something-- thus why Gravity Is A Theory, and why Theory is one of the strongest words in scientific study, physics, and so on; it means It has Survived Years Of Genuine And Strenious Testing, Found Every Way It Was Wrong, And Continue Tweaking And Testing And CALIBRATING Our Imagined Incraments To Measure The World And Think More Accurately About Future Intentions.

Like the practice of all crafts and arts.

I guess this is Art Theory now? 🤷🏼