#acid proof bricks

[refractoryinsulation]

Performance of Acid-Proof Tiles in the Chemical Industry

The chemical industry is a huge sector that deals with various substances. A lot of these are corrosive and can cause damage to infrastructure as well as equipment. One of the main challenges faced by this industry is to make sure about the longevity and safety of the facilities, especially when it comes to flooring.

[acidproofcement]

Durable Acid Resistant Bricks and Acid Proof Cement for Long-lasting Protection | Acid Proofcement

When it comes to protecting structures from the corrosive effects of acids, durable acid resistant bricks and acid proof cement are essential components. These specialized materials provide long-lasting protection against the damaging effects of various acids, ensuring the integrity and longevity of structures in industries such as chemical processing plants, laboratories, and wastewater treatment facilities.

[kiryoutann]

warning(s): MDNI, sexual contents, mental breakdown, ANGST.

Watching Simon hold another woman the same way he used to hold you. Anyone?

Summoning what little courage is left, you stand up and begin retracing their invisible footprints, making your way towards the backdoor. As you pushed it open, you were greeted by the sight of a dark, empty alley, with your ragged breath as the only sound.

But when you reached the other end of the alley, the silence faded away as hushed whispers and soft sounds filled the air. Alarms went off in the back of your head—it only meant one thing—but you ignored it. Instead, you slowed your steps, hiding behind the crumbling brick wall, and peeked around the corner.

There they were. Simon and the woman, locked in a deep, passionate kiss. His body pressed against hers as she wrapped her legs around his waist in a way that made your stomach churn. The hands you knew so well cupped her jaw like he did to you as he dragged his lips down her exposed neck. Just like he did to you.

A strangled sound escaped your mouth; you covered it to prevent another. You felt your eyes burning, yet you couldn’t tear your gaze away from the show. Spare me, your heart begged, yet you let your ears continue to listen to them.

The sound of a zipper being lowered cuts through the air. Simon lifted her dress, and you watched in morbid fascination as he snapped his hips forward. She lets out a loud moan. Your head throbbed, the pulsing pain matching the rapid beating of your heart. The burn inside you was almost unbearable, and you felt your breath shortening, vision blurring as you grew lightheaded.

You couldn’t bear to watch anymore. With shaking limbs, you walk away from them. The acid reaches your throat—the next second, you're hunched over, vomiting onto the cold, hard concrete.

And suddenly, everything feels like a fever dream—a repetitive loop that leaves you feeling both light and heavy. You exist, but you don't really exist; you're breathing, but you're not really breathing. The cobblestones stare back at you, their edges thickened, spreading like black blood. Beside them, your hands are shaking, and when you turn them over, you realize they’ve always been this way—open, fingers stretched to their maximum.

Like they're grasping for something out of reach.

Here you are.

Surrounded by unfamiliar buildings in an even more unfamiliar city. Yet, the hollowing abyss within you is anything but a stranger. In truth, it's probably all you've truly known throughout your entire life before you dared to believe you could become something beyond this yawning emptiness—the chasm where every ounce of love and all the things you've held dear have been mercilessly flushed away.

When you sob again, you choke. Gravel scrapes your skin as you kneel down,  resembling a devout soul pleading to the heavens. It isn't devotion that drives your supplications, but rather fear—and perhaps that's why your fervid entreaties never find an answer.

“Why did you let that man walk away?”

Change the prophecy, change the prophecy, you beg. Make him love me, let him love me.

(But, is it his love you truly seek, or simply the proof that it brings?

Or is it a bit of both?)

Surrounded by unfamiliar buildings in an even more unfamiliar city, you taste the saltiness of your own tears on your lips. Release me. Release me from this pain—from this curse. Make him love me. Prove me right, prove herwrong. All these demands, and yet, the voracious pain continues to spread like an all-consuming malady.

It gave you an open eye.

How pathetic you must’ve looked—like a crumpled, wretched thing, curled on the dirty sidewalk while Simon was still there in the alley, digging his fingers into the hips of another woman. You could almost feel it—the phantom of his touch, the sounds he used to make. You knew he would kiss her just as he had kissed you—he would make her feel good, the way he had always made you feel.

And you knew—you just knew—that she would fall for him, just as you had.

But this time, he would love her back.

Because she wasn’t you.

[sneak peek of chapter 12 of "A MAN'S HEART IS TRULY A WRETCHED, WRETCHED THING.". FULL VERSION OUT NOW.]

[heartfullofleeches]

I see alien and conspiracy theorist reader who is also hilariously oblivious/ refuses to believe the fact Alien is an alien. Like they're too OBVIOUS about it and it doesn't line up with their theories about what the ACTUAL aliens walking among us are like. Like, it can't be Alien, they don't have crab claws or a lizard tongue or anything. They don't even have a tail rendered invisible by hologram, but Alien doesn't mind when reader grabs their ass to check.

This is exactly where I was going with that-

Alien wouldn't even be in reader's radar for potential suspects. Their frequent insistence they're just a regular human guy is a little suspicious, but no real alien would walk around wearing a mask like his because it'd just draw unwanted attention to them. Writes off their glowy bones as paint. The fact they're more flexible than rubber is just a genetics thing.

Alien thinks it's nice to have some recognize them as human at first - but eventually they start to think how hot cool it would be to be the extraterrestrial reader scraps to a table in their study and grills for hours about their anatomy and the place they originate from.

-

"Did you bring the stuff?"

"Yea, gimme a sec."

Fiddling with the gate to the laboratory, your assistant turns their back to you as they retrieve a small vial from their pocket. Alien pushes the gum they'd been chewing against the wall of their mouth, gathering the saliva collected from their glands on their tongue and filling the bottle with the blackish substance. They grab a bag of white powder from another pocket and dumps it into the small opening. The concoction bubbles, fumes crawling along the cylinders walls as they face you once more. They push you behind them - sealing your body with theirs as they raise their fist.

Hurling the vial, its glass shatters on impact in an explosion of black sludge and white smoke. The slime eats away at padlock holding the gate closed and enough of the wall for you to poke your head through before Alien finally kicks what remains open. They stand off to the side, bowing as they extend their arm forward.

"After you."

Your eyes linger on the smoke wisping into the air. "What... was that?"

"My spit. Mix it with baking soda it becomes corrosive..... or was it acidic?"

"...Right. Well, let's get this over with before anyone arrives. We're lucky this was all this place really has in terms of security." You ease past Alien who skips behind you as you march towards laboratory's doors. Not wasting what little time you have, you pull off your backpack as you walk - removing the test tube brought with you from its protective sleeve. Alien eyes the teal tinted fluid sloshing around in the container curiously - a strange sense of unease hitting their stomach like a brick.

"So.... if I'm allow to ask questions - what uh... what are we doing here again?"

You hold the vial up for then to see - contents fluorescent in the moon light. "I found this strange substance on a tee shirt I left in my bathroom. It's oddly sweet, but left my mouth with a tingle sensation after I tasted it."

Beads of sweat roll from their neck down their shirt. "You... tasted it?"

Alien thinks for a while. They had broken into your house while you were away. They found your shirt in your bathroom. It smelled just like you. Kinda tasted like you too. They thought they cleaned up everything after they were done. They did not.

"Well I had to make sure it wasn't something I ate. This is clearly a sign. Once I get my hands on the microscopes in this lab I'll finally have concrete proof of aliens!"

Alien snatches the vial from you and throws it into the tree-lining. "On second thought let's just go hunting for aliens like normal people."

"What the hell-"

Alien tightly grips your shoulders. "You can have another taste once we're official, but you are not putting my fluids under any lenses until we are engaged!"

[cookeybg]

The Colony Possessed - Chapter 4

Title: The Colony Possessed

Main Characters: Gotham, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne

Narrators: Hal Jordan, Barry Allen, OC - Kam, John Constantine, will add others as chapters progress

Honorable Mentions: Wally West, Talia Al Ghul, Damian Al Ghul

No romantic relationships

Stuff to Know: Cryptid Batfamily, maybe a bit spooky, Hopefully a bit amusing, Gotham LOVES Batman and she always will, it's concerning

[The Colony Possessed Table of Contents]

Chapter 4 - It feeds off you, mate

“I know you’re there.” John Constantine called out to the dark, hands buried in the pockets of his beige trench-coat, legs spread shoulder width apart, smoke rising from the lit cigarette he smoked. He knew that Bats would not appreciate his presence in his city, but anything out of the ordinary, anything remotely devilish or cursed was his business so, his old pal could suck it. The alley darkened to the point where he could only see a few feet in front of him. The shadows coalesced and bright green eyes shone, no pupil, no white, just pointy green like upside down half moons. The shadows giggled, they caressed his hair, a shiver ran down his spine. “Hello.” The voice echoed against the brick walls, female sounding, soft. The pair of eyes faded in and out in the dark. “No, no,” John shook a finger at it, “I need all of your attention.” John stomped his foot on the ground and an elaborate circle with sigils lit up, causing the shadows to hiss. All at once the shadows darkened and gathered in one spot on the ground in front of him. It was in the shape of a petite woman, long wavy black hair that moved like smoke draped her back, her body the color of coal and acid eyes green eyes glared at him. “What do you want, friend.” She hissed. “Friend, eh? What’s my new friend’s name?” She tilted her head and simply said, “Gotham.” John whistled in surprised, rocking his body back and forth on his heels, “A sentient city.” He knew it! From the day he met the Bat, something wasn’t right. If he ignored his broody countenance, his sharp words, and his gloomy disposition, he could feel another presence hanging off the Bat. It was subtle and vague, cleverly hidden.

He hadn’t been sure, thought that maybe it had been something else. He had even gone to the Watch Tower after he heard of the rumors of it possibly being haunted and found nothing. Bats though, exuded something supernatural, no matter if the grump claimed to not believe in the occult. Heck he had felt it in the man’s children, in his cave, but whenever he looked too closely the thing would disappear. Until recently. The presence had gotten stronger. The proof stood in front of him, it had taken a humanoid form, no longer just an essence. Mixed with something else, something vicious. “I know of your type. Calls herself Angela. Good for a fun time but brings me trouble. What do you want with Bats?” Gotham was no longer looking at John, instead she stared at her hands the shape of long pointy fingers shrinking into dull stubs, she wiggled them. “I’m his, my Bat.” She eventually responded. John watched her as she moved her legs, feet forming solidly, toes wiggling on the sodden cobbled stones. This was going to be troublesome. A city who thought it belonged to a human. Gotham touched her face, its shadowy tendrils taking shape into a proper jawline, lips, nose and forehead. Her hands trailed down her body and she jumped up and down, her breasts bouncing. John enjoyed the show. “You’re a city. You don’t belong to anyone.” Gotham flicked her wrists and a flowy black dress appeared to cover her body, she looked up at him, her almond eyes wide. “I’m his. Fixes me. Loves me.” John nodded as if that made sense. Gotham had an innocence to her despite it existing for hundreds of years. Honestly, he had expected her to be twisted and blood thirsty with the way Gothamites lived here. With all the corruption, death and the crazies. He was surprised that it seemed it hadn’t affected her. “Let me go?” she said tilting her head. John hummed. “Not yet, gotta figure out what to do with you. Does Bats know you exist?” “They know.” Gotham pointed up. John’s eyes followed and were met with four pairs of white eyes, narrowed. They perched like the gargoyles that sat sentinel in the city skylines. He flinched at the crack of a bullet being fired. It ricocheted off the floor next to his feet. “Oy!” The circle flickered. Gotham jumped, floating up so that John’s eyes were met with hers. She cupped his face, her smile unnaturally wide, brilliantly white, and stared deeply into his eyes. Blunt fingers turning sharp, digging into his cheeks before relenting, before making him bleed. “Thank you, friend of my Bat.” She dissipated, leaving him with the ominous birds. He looked up at them, he could feel her presence within them. “Get out of Gotham.” Their words bounced off the brick walls around him, he swore he could hear the flutter of wings at their departure. “It feeds off you, mate.” John said, to no one.

Sorry for the not updating, been having a rough few days (weeks, I guess). Been wanting to write but couldn't get myself to move. Anyways, I will be updating a few of my other fics now, I hope you enjoy them! <3

[zooterchet]

Kindergarten: Calculate lucky number. #12, flip of Saul Lancaster down a hill, calculation of four man vrykolakas a man extra through mail fraud, and knee wrench of Ku Klux Klan Christian into Judean-Epiphany.

Center School: Writ of Jonathan Frakes as Riker, Xanatos, and Touched by an Angel. Forbidden dress color, red, as histrionic sociopath, especially if worn as panties; own mother, as proof of reference.

Elmwood School: Growth of tadpole, calculation of iodide starch, and pH test of acid or base at middle line of 7, without parent assistance, despite having served detention, for ignorance of history of ocean; textbooks, indicating "ooze", basal salt sea floor, as harmful if polluted.

Middle School: World history as performed through teachers, Preamble and Constitution and Amendments taught by Italian Mafia teacher cohabitating with dominatrix submissives, advanced class on mathematics as having calculated stock market off of newspapers into separate math on sheet.

Highschool: Exempt from sexual education, taking senior year gymnasium at freshman year instead, gym hockey; honors history, advanced placement electives, honors literature, high level French, calculus at senior year, and criminology classes all four years; web design, technical drafting, psychology, and sociology, with out doors prize fight bout, against future Trump banker Jim Duggan, as scheduled.

UMass-Amherst: Entry into honors program, refused to qualify for President, taking History Pre-Law despite qualifying for lobby CIA program in oil, first semester.

MUSH: Print of "Gotham", off of stolen trademark, payment to M3 staff for printing for comic books and publishing, not collected a dime of cent due to argument crisis (Brick framed writer, as a pedophile, a Jungian).

SNHU: Army Reserve, vengeance unit, taking shower rapists to task; Christine Warren, Cassie-Leigh Stock, and Michael Fargnoli; three individuals had claimed to smoke pot, but had not, registered falsely for their jobs in Communications, Nursing, and Economics.

Biden: Offering Trump Campaign, knowledge of Biden, as Ronald Reagan, actually Kamala Harris.

It takes a madman to fly skies like these.

[automatismoateo]

Arguing with a Muslim is like talking to a brick wall via /r/atheism

Arguing with a Muslim is like talking to a brick wall I don't know if this belongs here but I am going to rant about my discussion with a Muslim that didn't believe in the origin of life. First off I was on discord and I saw this guy talking about how Christians were wrong and that Allah made everyone which I don't know if that is true but I guess the Quran says that. I said that I believe that we came from evolution which was a mistake that costed me 1 hour of my life. He said that "we came from air to something" which that's basically what happens in most religions when a figure makes us?? But after he said that I responded "we came from primordial soup and eventually evolved to humans" which he responded "so we went from liquid to flesh? Very logical". At this point I was annoyed at how much he didn't understand so I said "we came from the building blocks of life, amino acids and proteins formed the first cell walls and rna and dna but he still said that I had no proof that we came from evolution after explaining it 3 times. He said that we were made by God and that evolution wasn't real and that's why "we couldn't clone humans or make more" so I stated that lactose tolerance is a sign that humans are still evolving and we can't clone humans because of laws and maybe morals. I also said that we could actually genetic engineer stuff for example we made goats produce proteins that are found in spiderwebs and he still flat out denied it and said I had no proof. He then made the claim saying specifically in some weird broken grammar "you said we come from sperm which goes into egg so humans can't evo" which makes no sense at all and I eventually gave up and I'm sure he thinks he won. That's all I have to say Tldr; muslim denies all my claims of evidence of life and then makes incredibly stupid claims with no backup evidence Submitted June 28, 2024 at 07:48PM by Negative-Respond-382 (From Reddit https://ift.tt/k3LT7ja)

[catchmeifyoucansalvatore]

thousand days monologue.

Versailles, I've been thinking about the last thousand days we've spent together. Sometimes I have the feeling that you have become an extension of my body, my skin and soul connected by the depth of our emotions, my sky and stars inked on the tattoos on your chest.

I am the autumn of my own life, you know? The promise of what the flowers once were and the premise of a winter that will sentence my own break. And you are my spring. Emerging from the birdsong to renew my leaves, my lost fauna. There is no winter when you are around, it never arrives, it never dares to devour my veins and turn them into stone and marble.

I know I'm lost. That my existence won't last that longer, I'm as sure of that as I need air to breathe. But you live on in me and I know that at the end of my days I will live on in you. Yesterday, when the warmth of the blankets was embraced by the acidity of our affection, you said that your whole future will be different because you met me. And that every one of your new steps would be graced by my presence and the things we shared together. I can't die, Versailles, my heart will definitely never stop as long as you remember me.

These days, I had a dream. Maybe I haven't shared it with you because these particular illusions always make me think how romantically stupid my mind can be. But anyway, we were somewhere in Europe, something like Bordeaux or Bâle. I was wearing that yellow dress, the one from my dreams - which I recently discovered as a symbol of all the incredible creations of my mind. Well, long curly hair and a satin choker. You were you, but in a Count Vronsky or Robbie Turner way. I think about that, about those details, because it was us and at the same time it wasn't us. I thought for a while, remembering these differences, that probably my mind was replaying all the romantic characters we'd seen together - but in our bodies, you know what I mean? You'd hold my hand or press my waist, at certain moments I'd feel your fingers running through my hair, holding the line of my jaw to lock your lips to mine. And I felt all the butterflies of spring floating around in my stomach, burning my blood and making me fade away in your arms like the times when my body gives up on staying awake.

Anyway, we were walking and walking and walking. And for some reason, I never got tired. Me, who can't walk a few meters without feeling exhausted, without holding your arm for fear of collapsing. Me, broken and definitely with long-standing vitamin deficiencies, walking... Walking... Walking next to you and, not even for a second, did I feel that I needed a place to sit or a shadow to regain my energy. You were right next to me, smelling of vanilla, smoke and french liqueur. I could perfectly feel the texture of your skin and at the same time the bricks, the moist summer of the european streets, the never-ending walk.

It was you who made us stop. Next to a bridge, a privileged view of the sea and the canyons, one of the most beautiful places I've ever seen in my life. I remember looking into your eyes and thinking that my agnostic nature is not neutral when it comes to you; you are a irrefutable proof that there is a superior entity and that His creations are beautiful and perfect. I kissed you. That specific kiss when we were silent, breathing each other's air, feeling each other's hearts, daring the other one to pull away first. I remember hugging you with all my force, as if I could hide in your skin, sew our bodies together so that we would never be apart - not even for a second. I don't know if God really exists and I have no connection to any religion. But sometimes I think that dream was a gift from something beyond my imagination. It was like a vision of the future and the past at the same time, as if it were us, but also Noah and Allie in 1940, surviving with what we were allowed.

It can’t be that simple. I don’t believe it. Twice my destiny to live near you was broken, until we met in the future, surrounded by drama, alcohol and recent discoveries. It is not possible that fate has so many coincidences. Our first kiss, the day we saw the moon together, the first time I went to your house to watch a movie. It’s not possible, I don’t believe that.. I feel like we had to meet. I feel like this dream has happened before and it might happen again. I believe we are more than just this coincidental wave of events. I cannot love you only in this life. We cannot be gathered a few thousand days. Not when it seems my heart will slip out of my chest whenever I see you, not when I dream of Bordeux and the way you hold me.

I don’t believe we’ll die. I believe art is preserved by time. With songs, books, poems, and particular stars. I believe that you will be eternal in me and I will be eternal in you and that we will never really leave the world; our arts never die. So I know, I’m sure of that... That even if our hearts stop beating one day, I will still be the autumn that hurts and you will be the spring that heals. I believe that we will continue to exist and remain alive in the arts. So for each of these details, I will continue writing about you until I turn to ashes.

I will keep writing about you until we become eternal. On the sands of the beach of our coastal city, or on the bricks of Bâle.

As ethereal as the thousand days that have passed.

[refractoryinsulation]

5 Common Applications of Aluminium Sheet

It does not matter the industry; these products have become a cornerstone of success. But are they really that useful? Does the versatile word that they are often associated with do them justice? Well, to find out, let's look at the five common applications of this material.

Read more: https://refmonindustries.livepositively.com/5-common-applications-of-aluminium-sheet/

[restoreworks]

Masonry Cleaners Archives

Each month, the journal features thrilling and informative articles covering a vast array of industry-related subjects. Abrasive cleaning is the most aggressive cleaning method, as the objective is to not wash away floor contaminants, however to take away the outer portion of the masonry by which the stain is deposited. For this cause, it shouldn't be used on floor faced models, the place the surface is easy and polished. Although abrasive cleaning includes methods similar to grinding wheels, sanding discs and sanding belts, it sometimes refers to grit blasting, additionally known as sandblasting.

Enquiries for a contract cleaner for model spanking new masonry will normally come from building corporations, development firms, or property managers. Cleaner Times is a month-to-month technical journal completely serving the needs of the stress cleaning/water blasting trade. All Cleaner Times readers are linked ultimately to the pressure washing or water blasting industry, both as manufacturers, distributors, suppliers, or contractors.

Be positive you rent a masonry company that prioritizes your happiness and safety, and guarantees that they may clean up earlier than leaving your personal home. However, finding an expert masonry contractor could be a problem. The effectiveness of this cleaner permits cleaning to happen in an expedited method.

Get ideas from the professionals on how to remove graffiti without damaging the floor. Understanding your gear is an important side of successfully operating your small business. Find suggestions and other options to offer medical health insurance to you and your staff to maintain you and your workers healthy and in business cleaning masonry contractor. Whether you're a newbie or an expert towing a trailer, it's best to apply correct maintenance and to remember primary knowledge for a safety driving. This article illustrates tips on how to care for your tools and staff in harsh, frigid conditions. Learn the procedures and the means to get the condo maintenance jobs.

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The correct cleaning technique includes stress washing and particular chemical compounds. Pressure washing new masonry is a crucial step in the constructing course of that shouldn’t be overlooked. Not solely does cleaning the brick, block or stone remove extra mortar or different binding supplies however it will convey out the pure great thing about the constructing product.

Cleaning strategies might alter the looks of the finished masonry; typically, at least some cement paste is faraway from the floor of the items. When this occurs, extra aggregate is exposed to view, which can alter the color. In basic, the extra aggressive the cleaning methodology, the more paste is removed and the higher the potential for altering the wall’s look. For instance, sandblasting may be expected to change the appearance to a higher degree than cleaning by hand with detergent and water. Note also that the same cleaning method could have completely different outcomes primarily based on the specific procedures used.

A full-coverage chimney cap keeps out the rainwater that erodes the chimney structure and elements. These chimney caps carry a restricted lifetime guarantee and are made from a 24 gauge flat sheet of metallic and every features an animal-proofed screen. Full coverage implies that these chimney caps cowl the complete chimney top and the first row of brick. Brush the stains on the brick with a wire brush to remove any unfastened mortar. Leave the acid in contact with the masonry for 30 seconds or so. Whether it seeps up from the bottom or rains down, water can damage your home’s masonry.

A good job means that the eye can't see that a repair was made on a chimney. Oftentimes, tuckpointing the complete chimney is critical to stop a chimney from leaking. Masonry contractors like Masters Services, provide protection, repairs, and rebuilds. Regular upkeep of your chimney is critical to stop main injury, deterioration, and repairs that might historic masonry cleaning be very expensive. Essentially granite or marble cleaning, poulticing is used in restoration projects to bring back the unique brilliance of a stone. When restoring historically significant structures, it's critical to choose a contractor that has expertise in this space.

[cortensteeltube]

Is Corten steel rust proof?

Steel Corten rust (Cor-Ten) is a weather-resistant steel that can more appropriately be described as atmospheric corrosion-resistant steel. It is a copper chromium alloy steel – this alloy exhibits a greater level of resistance to atmospheric corrosion than other unalloyed steels.

Speaking of Corten Steel, specialized Corten Steel is used for proper functioning. Cortensteeltube.com Is one leading Manufacturer, Supplier & Stockist Of Corten Steel ASTM A847 Grade 1 Tubes.

As for corten steels, the rusting process occurs in the same way but instead results in a more stable rust layer known as a patina, which adheres to the base metal and is less porous. When exposed to the weather, this naturally-developed patina regenerates continuously and creates a protective barrier that hinders the entry of oxygen, moisture, and pollutants.

Does this make corten steel rustproof? Not at all. Corten steel is left to rust in order to form a protective patina coating. While this results in a much lower corrosion rate compared to other steels, it does NOT make corten steel corrosion-proof.

Corten steel is corrosion-resistant, but it is not completely rust-proof. Environmental and climatic factors play a key role in determining how long the steel will last and how quickly the rust will develop.

After six months of exposure to the atmosphere, Corten steel will corrode or patina. Weathering steel types require cycles of wet and dry weather to develop.

Corten steel can last from a few decades to over 100 years due to rust, which provides corrosion resistance.

Corten can be prevented from rusting by using saltwater or vinegar and peroxide combined with salt solutions.

Rust-proof design

It has become increasingly popular for architectural facades and outdoor sculptures. The material’s look is so attractive that entire buildings have been designed with it, and it has a legion of residential fans, including myself, around the world. The material appears unfinished and rustic at first glance, but that is one of the reasons why it is so appealing.

Despite its attractive appearance, weathering steel is not perfect for all applications. Before construction, carefully consider its use and placement. If used incorrectly, cor-ten can be difficult and even harmful to surrounding areas. You should avoid using this material where rust bleeding or runoff is likely to stain nearby paint, stucco, stone, or concrete. Unless otherwise indicated, rust bleeding or runoff can stain nearby paint, stucco, stone, or concrete. This material may also fail to form a protective patina in humid climates, allowing the steel to corrode.

Corten Steel Rust Runoff: How to Prevent It

Weathering steel products and structures often have concrete, stone, or brick surfaces below and around them, which are difficult to clean, so rust run-off and staining should be avoided. Runoff is caused by weathering, but it can be managed so drainage does not flow over vulnerable areas. 

Gravel borders can be installed around weathered steel structures to catch run-off and prevent it from running over permanent surfaces such as concrete or stone, preventing staining.

Pre-patinating weathering steel with acidic spray prior to installation will initiate the patina process and minimize further rusting.

Rust can be prevented by galvanizing

By applying zinc to steel or iron, galvanizing prevents corrosion or rust.

Hot-dip galvanizing involves immersing iron or steel in molten zinc to form a protective coating.

Unlike hot-dip galvanizing, which can be done on-site, cold galvanizing compounds are zinc-rich corrosion-preventative coatings.

The 95% metallic zinc content of these cans qualifies them as an equivalent to hot-dip galvanizing in Underwriters Laboratories’ Component Program. As a result, you get the same level of protection that is provided by hot-dip galvanizing in the convenience of a can; shipped directly to you for application on-site. In the same way, as hot-dip galvanized products (DOD-P-21035A, formally MIL-P21035A), cold-galvanized products are subject to similar Federal Specifications.

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[teddy06writes]

Of Stolen Bread And Broken Glass

Requested by Outsiders Anon: "HmMmMmm what about uhhh the well known Jean Valjean from Les Miserables of whom I am a very big fan of his character arc of "stealing bread then becoming a businessman". Get this, what if Jean stole Y/N's bread?! 🥺🥺 - les mis anon 😩. (If I accidentally said something offensive or I'm supporting a dodgy character I'm going to cry I swear 👀💔)

{please note that I will still be calling your outsiders anon cause thats how my brain works, but thank you very much for going to look at my other interests thats honsetly just so <3333333 you really didn't have to}

{okay so, the only slightly dodgy thing about this is that in the Brick Jvj is like 40 be the time we meet him, cause he spends twenty years in jail and was jailed at 20, but I firmly believe in Young Hugh Jackman in Oklahoma as young jvj, so we're going with that}

prejail!Jean ValJean x reader (sort of? its not like overly out there)

trigger warnings: some swearing, mentions of violence, me silently schreeching acab, angst

premise: you, the village baker, have done your best to keep the prices of your goods low, so low in fact, that you are even finding it hard to put food on the table, and yet someone still finds himself so desperate as to steal from your display case. Much to your suprise how ever, it just so happens to be the one person you'd never expected

{is this high concept? am I reaching here? I really don't even know anymore, this week feels like a bad acid trip}

{Also, anon if you want more ideas/ideas for ideas, if your going to keep with this, which i would again like to say ITS OKAY TO STICK TO THE OUTSIDERS, check the les mis tags on tumblr, or les amis}

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You'd been asleep, as most of the people of the village would have, at such a late time, and with such a storm threatening to spill over the mountains.

But the crashing of glass, had been so loud, you bolted straight out of bed.

It took you a long moment to fumble for a match to light a candle, but as soon as it was lit you hurried from your room, and down the stairs, already hearing the shouts of neighbors.

Downstairs, you found the front room of the bakery a mess of shattered glass, torn paper, and varying pieces of bread or pastries.

"(y/n)? (y/n) dear are you alright?" Someone called from outside.

You looked around at the mess frantically shouting, "A thief! Toulouse send for the police!"

It didn't take long for the officers to swarm the bakery, asking you questions before filing out, promising to find who had done it, and leaving you to clean the mess you'd been left with.

~~

Daylight was shining, and people were about on the streets by the time you'd finished sweeping up shards of glass and trying to figure out how much you'd lost.

There were still a few loaves in the back, plus the dough you'd left out to proof, but it couldn't possibly be enough for the demanding hands that always appeared on Sundays, not to mention enough to keep for yourself.

"Oh lord, how am I meant to get back from this?" You mumbled staring up at the ceiling.

A knock at the side door pulled you out of your thoughts, and you hurried to open it, finding the police chief standing there, "How may I help you monsieur?"

"We have caught the thief. He's currently being held whilst the council decides his fate." The man reported, "A man by the name of Jean Valjean."

Your eyes widened, no, that couldn't be, he was your best friend- hell you were only a step and half away from courting for gods sake! He wouldn't do that. He couldn't. Just a few days ago you'd gone for a walk together around the village- he'd brought you flowers-

"I need to see him." You decided quickly.

"Are you sure about that? He did in fact steal from you-"

You shook your head, cutting him off, "I wish to see him."

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Reluctantly, the man had taken you along to the courthouse, and down through a maze of rooms until you got to where Jean was being held.

He was sat up against a wall, hunched over, looking defeated, and as soon as you stepped through the door, his head whipped up, "(y/n)!"

You took in a shaky breath, "Jean..."

He stood up quickly, "(y/n) you've got to understand- I had- Jeanne's children- my niece- the little one- god (y/n) they were all going to starve!"

"You didn't have to steal it!" You yelled, "There could've been other ways that didn't involve jailing!"

"Like how? Lord knows neither she nor I had the money! There was no other choice!"

"You could had asked! You know I would have given you all you needed and more Jean! I wouldn't have charged you! You knew this!" You snapped.

Valjean's shoulders drooped as he realized the gravity of your words, "(y/n)- I-"

You shook your head, "I'd've done everything I could to help. You could've said something. I thought- I thought we were close enough for that."

He remained quiet, staring down at the dirty floor.

"Apparently not. I- Your going to go to jail, and its- it might not end up well- it could be just the same as a death sentence. Good luck," You sighed, blinking back tears, as you turned to the door, "Oh and, if you would've asked me- for courtship I mean- I would've said yes."

"(y/n)-"

But you were walking through the door, away from him.

"If you get out okay-" You called back brokenly, "Try to find me. I might be long gone, but I'd like it if you tried."

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