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categories-9 · 1 year ago
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Air Leak Testing Machine supplier, Manufacturer Company in Pune | Inerrant Robotomation Pvt. Ltd
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keencleaningmelbourne · 2 years ago
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Seal Integrity Testing for Food Packaging
Maintaining the reliability of food packaging seals is a vital part of product safety and quality. The failure of a package’s seal could lead to spoilage, product recalls and reduced brand image.
Food packaging leak testing methods are often non-destructive, and can be conducted on production lines to ensure 100% seal integrity. Dye penetration tests are an example of this type of test.
Burst Leak Test
A food package should protect its contents throughout distribution and storage. This is why manufacturers regularly test seal integrity and use a range of methods to do so. A minor defect like a bubble leak in the packaging can significantly compromise the food product’s quality and safety.
Among the most popular seal integrity testing techniques is the burst leak test. It involves pressurizing a sample of the sealed package and submerging it in water to see if any air bubbles appear around the seal area. This type of test is usually performed in an acrylic vacuum chamber and complies with ASTM standard F1140.
Another common method is the creep test, which consists of inflating a package to a predetermined pressure and maintaining it for a specified period of time. The pressure on the package is usually measured and a pass/fail result is declared when the package is inspected after the testing period. This test can be either restrained or unrestrained, which influences the results since a restraining device limits the expansion angle and allows for a differentiation between packages with strong or weak seals.
Lastly, the peelability test is used to measure the force required to open a peeled package. It is usually conducted on a peelable medical package and provides force data that can be interpreted to help with validation and process control.
Leakage Test
Seal integrity testing is a necessary step for any manufacturer producing packaged products. The integrity of the packaging helps maintain product quality, protects the products from environmental impacts and extends the shelf life of the food. As such, maintaining the reliability of the seals is critical for food and pharmaceutical manufacturers.
One of the most common techniques for testing package integrity is using a leakage test to measure the strength of a seal. This type of test is nondestructive and works by subjecting the package to a certain amount of pressure or vacuum. The machine will then detect any changes in pressure that indicate a leak in the seal.
A food packaging leak detector is a tool that can be used to determine the quality of a seal on a variety of different types of food packages. The device uses a computer to monitor the pressure inside of the package, and it will notify the operator when there is a problem. This will allow the operator to take corrective action before the food goes bad or the packaging is compromised.
Another popular method of detecting leaks in flexible or semi-rigid foods is to use the dye penetration test, also known as the standard test method for detection of leaks in nonporous, flexible barrier materials by dye penetration (ASTM F3039 – 15). This technique involves immersing the package into a solution of water and a specified indicating dye. The package is then inspected after a period of time to see if the dye has penetrated the package seal area.
Moisture Test
A moisture test measures the ability of a package to resist water and air ingress. The test is done by placing the sealed food product in a container under controlled laboratory conditions. The test is performed on a pass or fail basis.
If your food packaging does not contain a good barrier to the ingress of moisture, it can lose its shelf life and quality. This can lead to a loss of revenue for your company due to product recalls, as well as tarnished brand image. Moisture test results help you select the right materials for your packaging. This ensures your product stays fresh during production and distribution, and saves you costs on food waste.
The Moisture Leak Test is one of the most common tests for evaluating the integrity of a heat-sealed package. The test uses a dye penetrant to locate leak channels within the seal area of a package. The test can be conducted with either the injection method or the edge drip method. The injection method involves injecting a dye penetrant into the package along its longest edge. The edge drip method involves using a container with a length that accommodates the longest edge of the packaged product.
The physical test methods used to determine a package’s integrity are more reliable than biological challenge tests, which may be prone to errors. However, physical testing can be expensive and time-consuming. New nondestructive sensing technologies are advancing as an alternative to traditional testing methods.
Environmental Test
The gas bubble leak detectory of food packaging is crucial to prevent the deterioration of packaged products. This ensures the product stays fresh and sanitary, which is especially important for delicate foods that are prone to contamination from outside factors like air or moisture. This can impact both the consumer’s health and the brand reputation of a company. Even a minor leak in the packaging can cause this to happen, and companies that rely on these types of products must have a robust package testing machine to detect any problems with their packaging immediately.
Traditionally, visual inspection was the main method used to determine the integrity of packaging. However, micro-leaks and discontinuities in the seal area made it difficult to catch these issues with this method. New test methods have been developed to assess the quality of packaging without requiring the physical manipulation of the package. For example, the patented nondestructive airborne ultrasound technology of PTI’s Seal-Scan system can quickly and accurately scan seal areas to identify defects including micro-leaks, discontinuities, misaligned seals and incomplete seals.
Other test methods include the dye penetration test (ASTM F3039 - 15), where an operator applies a dye to the sealed area and then examines the other side of the seal after a specified period of time to see if the dye has transferred through the seal. The tensile strength test is another mechanical test that measures the force required to pull apart a 1-inch section of the package seal. Creep tests and drop testing can also be conducted to measure seal strength, in which the pack is inflated to a percentage of its burst pressure and then held for a period of time to see how the package responds to stress.
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literallymechanical · 1 month ago
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Breeding blankets for fusion reactors
So, barring a few ambitious projects involving helium-3, fusion reactor power plants will use hydrogen isotopes as fuel: a 50/50 mixture of deuterium (hydrogen-2) and tritium (hydrogen-3). Deuterium is very stable and relatively abundant, as far as these things go, and can be extracted from ordinary seawater.  Tritium, however, has a half life of just over 12 years, so it doesn't occur in nature.
Fortunately, you can use your fusion reactor to synthesize its own tritium fuel, via the transmutation of lithium-6. You use the powerful neutron flux from the fusion plasma to “breed” tritium in lithium, extract it, then feed it back into the reactor. The figure of merit for this process is the tritium breeding ratio (TBR), which is simply the ratio of tritium bred to tritium used. The goal is to get a TBR substantially greater than 1.
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This figure shows the physics of tritium breeding, where neutrons from the deuterium-tritium fusion plasma are absorbed by lithium, which then splits into helium and tritium. [source]
Generally speaking, most concepts for tritium breeding involve wrapping a lithium “breeding blanket” around the outside of the reactor, with as few gaps as you can manage. A deuterium-tritium reactor is constantly generating fast neutrons. You want to keep as much of that emission as possible inside the breeding blanket, for both tritium and power generation.
There are a few different ideas for breeding blanket designs, several of which are going to be tested on ITER, the massive reactor being built in France. One concept is a thick sheath of lithium ceramic that surrounds the vessel, either as solid slabs or pebbles.  As tritium breeding occurs under the blanket, water or liquid helium is circulated through it, cooling the lithium and potentially extracting heat for electricity generation.
While such a blanket might be relatively “simple” (lol) to build, there are some pretty fundamental challenges. Neutrons will penetrate most materials with ease, and it might be tricky to extract tritium that's been bred deep inside of solid lithium.  Ideally, you could do the extraction without pause, even as breeding is ongoing. For some designs, though, you have to cycle out breeder units for harvesting as they get a full load of tritium.
Another concept is “liquid breeding." This concept uses a molten mixture of metallic lithium and lead, or a lithium salt compound like FLiBe (fluorine-lithium-beryllium). The liquid would be pumped through a “breeding zone” around the vessel, where the neutron flux is thickest. The tritium will then be continuously extracted from the breeding fluid as it flows back out.  As part of the process, you can run the hot liquid through a heat exchanger, heating water to power a steam turbine. 
Liquid breeding does raise some prominent engineering challenges. Hot, molten breeding fluid will be very hard to handle – not just because of the heat, but also because you're trying to pump a massive quantity of viscous fluid into a very tight breeding zone. Moreover, molten lithium-lead might react explosively with air. If your breeding system springs a leak, you’ll have a serious mess on your hands!
It’s still unclear which of these breeding strategies will bear fruit. From conception to implementation, there are still a lot of unknowns!  Both liquid and solid breeding will be conducted in France, and a number of private fusion companies have plans to breed tritium in their machines as well.
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thiccschief · 3 months ago
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Auto Feeding Machine
This is something I've been experimenting with but figured y'all would like it, too. If you're like me and want to be slowly fed a fattening gainer shake while you game/relax/whatever, you've gotta try it. Simply put the tube in your mouth (like a straw), turn it on, and let the machine slowly feed you fattening gainer shake. 🤤 Assembling it is pretty fast and straightforward, but I would def recommend reading through all the instructions first.
1. Pick your bottle.
I used a 1.5L bottle with a sturdy cap. The size of the bottle isn't super important as long as the cap can withstand the air pressure (explained below).
2. Pick your shake.
Pick your favorite calorie-rich liquid. I used Soylent, but Boost or melted ice cream would do great here. Just make sure it isn't too thick, as your pump may struggle to push it through the tubing.
3. Pick your pump.
The way this works is air is fed into the bottle, displacing your shake into the feeding tube (and then into your mouth.) So, you'll need an aquarium air pump. I used a small (and slow) pump from walmart, but I'd imagine one like this would be better. You'll also need quite a bit of tubing.
4. Assembly
Now that you have all your supplies, start by washing your bottle & tubing. (Remember, you're eating out of this thing!)
Start by taking your clean bottle and poking two holes in the cap. Make sure they are perfectly round and slightly smaller than the diameter of the tubing to create a good seal. (this is the hardest part)
Then you'll need to cut your tubing. I cut my tubing to have about 6 feet (~2m) on the feeding side, and 2 feet (~3/4m) on the pump side. On the pump side, attach the check valve that came with your pump (it should have an arrow telling you which direction to attach it to the tube).
Then carefully feed the tubing through the holes you poked into the lid. Pull the pump tube about an inch through, and the feeding tube however far it needs to reach the bottom of your bottle.
(NOTE: due to the air pressure, there may be a rush of air through the feeding tube when the level of shake in the bottle goes below the end of the feeding tube. This also happens if the bottle is knocked/falls over. I didn't find it to be too intense, but please be mindful of this and use it safely!!!)
Then, fill your bottle with your shake and carefully feed the tube into the bottle as you put on the cap (again make sure the feeding tube touches the bottom). Screw the cap on so it is nice and secure.
Now attach the pump tube to your pump. (At this point I would strongly recommend testing your setup for leaks and making sure the flow of shake isn't too fast. Use common sense and be safe.)
5. Simply put the feeding hose in your mouth like a straw, turn on the pump, and let the magic happen.
Let me know if you have suggestions/questions, and enjoy!
(also tag your favorite gainer you want to see try it!)
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snoozingredpanda · 1 year ago
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Day 16: Fuck Machine [NOX ; FEM READER]
The sound of the machine whirring back and forth fills your senses as the dildo is shoved back and forth into the air. Nox watches it, testing it to see if it was working well.
You sit on the edge of the bed, naked with two orgasms already under your belt. The sight of the machine made your mouth water, even more when Nox lubes it up, giving it a small handjob.
Her eyes flicker to meet yours as she turns it off, nodding to the area of bed where she wanted you to lay. You nod softly and crawl over, settling yourself on your back with your legs spread.
She dribbles lube all over your pretty cunt; she had a thing for seeing your pussy all wet and slippery, especially when she could walk back and just observe.
Lining the tip of the dildo and your hole, she gives you a small smile, before turning it on.
It starts out slow, just the tip of the dick moving in and out. It still sent shivers down your spine, soft moans leaving your lips.
“F—fuck, Nox,” you whisper, as she sits down on a stool nearby, watching your cunt take the cock. The remote control in her hand gave you hope she’d be nice today and let it fuck you senselessly.
You try your best to show her you’re a good girl, keeping your legs spread wide and hands off your tits which you so desperately wanted to touch. You were showing her you didn’t need to be tied up, that you were obedient and a perfect slut.
You swear gently as she slowly ups the speed and depth of the dildo, most of it being eaten by your greedy pussy. A delicious ‘sclack!’ sound echos around the room, your juices and the lube making such wet, pornographic sounds.
“Mm— fuck, baby,” you whimper, raising your hips slightly to get a better angle. It felt fucking fantastic, reaching so deep inside you, brushing your special spot with each movement.
Nox watches with perverted heterochromic eyes. Her tongue swipes across her lips, her callous hand gently turning the controller menacingly.
She was fully clothed, sleeves of her shirt rolled up to reveal her muscled forearms which you found so unnecessarily attractive. In fact, all of her was so brilliantly attractive, from her hands to her cunt which you so desperately craved.
Admiring her, you snap out your fantasy as she turns the fuck machine up to its near-max, the dildo being thrusted in and out at a brutal pace.
Your walls clamped down on the silicon, back arching, presenting your pebbled nipples to her gaze, moans uncontrollably leaking from your lips.
“N—Nox! C—cumming!” You cry out as you cum, the bubble in your belly popping violently as pleasure drowns you in a tsunami of bliss.
She smirks, watching you like a hawk as a milky ring formed at the base of the dildo. She takes out her phone and takes a few photos of you, and a video showcasing your beautiful moans and the soft bulge that the dick makes in your belly.
Overstimulated, you whimper and whine, but she doesn’t stop it. She won’t until she’s satisfied.
And so she makes you take the cock until your fourth orgasm — sixth of the night — washes over you. It’s painful, your aching limbs unable to move on their own, muscles twitching from the pleasure.
The fuck machine slows to a stop, and Nox moves it away from you, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Good girl.”
Then she leaves the room, but you know she’ll be back. And soon she is, holding a wet warm cloth, a bottle of water and a bag of mini cookies.
She wipes you down, tenderly massaging your swollen cunt as she cleans the cum and lube away, as you sip on your drink and munch away.
“I love you,” you whisper, kissing her cheek when she gets close enough.
She replies in dutch, a phrase you’d come to adore, “Ik hou meer van je dan van de aarde zelf.”
Content, you snuggle into her, letting her take care of you like you deserve.
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sombrashe · 1 year ago
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stupid fucking slut
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this is a repost because my original blog was deleted
relationship(s) valeria x reader
content afab gender neutral reader, chubby reader, dom valeria x brat reader, cunnilingus, scissoring, fuck machines, toy usage, triple penetration, slapping, degradation, praise
note(s) I love this woman with my entire being and I want her to smack me around
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Your eyes are closed as you shake like the first autumn leaf, leaving your familiarity and allowing the wind to take full control. The anticipation leaking from your prepped holes filled your flesh with goosebumps as the cool air of the underground room washed over you.
"If you make even the tiniest noise I will have you wailing on the fucking floor, do you understand me?"
Her voice is a growled hiss against the shell of your ear and you flinch at the implication.
"Yes ma'am."
"Good."
You lick your bottom lip as your mind wanders to when the sunlight filtered through the high glass windows.
She's been nothing but a tease all day, working you up in front of her men as you became a pathetic mess for her. Her fingers would work you over during meetings, you like royalty sitting pretty on her lap as she refused to allow you to cover your lower half. One hand would pull lewd sounds from your soaking cunt while the other would slam down on the desk as she argued passionately with her right hand man.
"What the fuck do you mean he's dead, you were supposed to keep him alive until I could see him."
You struggled to keep up as the heel of her palm ground into your clit while she added another finger stretching you painfully. Your head lulls back as you clench around her perfectly manicured fingers, the man trying to explain what happened which caused an insignificant member of her crew to bleed out.
"I don't want to hear your god damn excuses, Diego! ¡Mierda! Sal de mi vista y limpia tu desorden. Un inútil hijo de puta."
The slam of the door syncs with the feeling of emptiness as she practically shoved you off her leg. You crumple to the ground beside her and she scoffs at the sight.
"What? You're useless now too? Get up." You stare at her, slack jawed and eyes wide. The fog invading your mind slowly leaks out and surrounds you both before disappearing into the vents above. She leans down and wipes your slick from her fingers onto the oversized hoodie you wore for modesty, as much as you can get as she fucks you in front of the cartel. You feel embarrassed as she treats you like a burden.
"Go clean yourself up and don't even think about touching yourself. Report to me in the main room when you're finished."
With that you're left alone as the door clicks closed for a second time except this time the fog invading your senses is fury. In retaliation you rooted through the box of toys you kept hidden pushed underneath your shared bed. Finding the deep purple c-shaped vibrater hidden amongst you test it in your hands until you find a setting which won't interfere with your plan.
"Perfect."
You grin wildly as you happily slip it between your lips to settle against your g-spot, the front pulsates as it rests against your clit and you take a moment to catch your breath. Finally standing you slip a pair of plain panties on keeping the toy snug as a skirt follows suit, an unassuming piece of fabric which laid against your thighs. Your chin raised as you entered the main room, a group of dozen or so men and women filtered in and out of the room as you walked through. The buzz of your toy was muffled by your thighs. Placing a hand on the back of Valeria's bicep you're annoyed at her quick side glance before she goes back to her conversation. Not even an introduction is spared for her favorite person.
"Valeria."
Nothing. You pinch at the skin where your hand rests and she's quick to smack you away the heat of the impact ignored as your ego is wounded.
You lean in close, "I have that new toy you got me last week in, if you don't pay attention to me I'll cum in front of everyone here."
She shoulders you away your threat nothing more than a nuisance to her conversation with her head dealer from the streets. Your eyebrows knitted together in annoyance as Valeria continued to ignore your advances. Taking a deep breath you close your eyes and pay attention to the toy which massaged your nerves the perfect amount. Letting out a soft warning moan only for her to hear, you feel small half moons form on the soft of your forearm as Valeria sinks her nails into you.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
You match her eye contact, your defiance meeting the fire which burned deep in her everlong eyes. Opening your mouth the next moan is immediately cut off as she yanks you back to where you first entered. Your arm is twisted and you're forced to walk backwards for a moment to keep from falling flat on your back again.
"Go downstairs, now. I will deal with you after this meeting."
You want to argue back, explain that you wouldn't act like this is she wasn't being such a pain in your ass and denying you your hard earned release.
"Don't fuck with me right now, and do as I say!"
The memories float around your head like a cartoon. You flex your toes as you shift uncomfortably your knees hurting from the position you're forced to keep. You rest your forehead on the edge of the cot as you listen to the sounds of metal rings clinking against machinery. concupiscence fills the whole of your belly and the eagerness from before slowly invades you once again.
"Eres una maldita puta estúpida, ¿lo sabías?"
Your blistering cunt flexes around the air and Valeria's laugh cuts through you. Jumping you feel cool glass press against your weeping entrances. You hold your breath as Valeria coos, the click of the machine being turned on send shivers down the bumps of your spine. She always starts off slow allowing your body a moment to to adjust to the penetration. The steady pace of lube covered dildos has your entire body ablaze with hunger. You keep your breathing steady as per her demands, the cot giving you no relief from the burn.
"Open your eyes."
You blink and straighten yourself as you rest on your palms instead on your elbows. Looking up at her she tilts her head, your pupils were blown wide and soft as they stared into hers. She places a gentle hand on your cheek using her thumb to rub across before a crack echos throughout the tiny room. You're looking to your right and blinking back the salt which threatened to leak from your eyes. Keeping your word you give a shaky breath instead of your usual whimper.
"Look at me."
You do and she rubs at the bulge which strained against the luxury fabric of her slacks.
"Now why can't you follow directions like this normally?"
You wet your lips waiting for permission to speak. She raises her hand and gestures permission.
"I'm sorry, ma'am."
She grins at your words and you feel the eager urge to please her, say whatever it takes to feel her reward for falling in line.
"My stupid slut, say it. Tell me who you belong to."
You chew at the corner of your bottom lip as she slowly unzips her slacks.
"You, ma'am. I belong to you, only you."
"Good."
She hums as she removes and folds her slacks painstakingly slow, walking around you to click at the machine. You grunt and grip at the edge of the cot as the speed increases. The thrusts timed but the speed has you bouncing slightly against it. She stays in place watching as the faux cocks disappears in and out of your holes.
"Disgusting."
She spits out watching as you shake softly.
"God you love this shit, my disgusting little slut loves it when I degrade them."
She kneels beside you and pulls a handful of your hair. You make wavering eye contact and you nod. You're panting as you dig your nails into the rough nylon below. She licks a stripe up your cheek and you jerk as she flicks her nail bed against your nipple. Removing herself from you she takes her place back in front of you. Your mouth waters as as taps the cock against your lips.
"Be a good whore for me and open up."
You relax your jaw and stick out your tongue putting on a show just for her. She hums and rubs the length of it against your awaiting lips. Without any prep she's shoving the whole of it down your throat staying still as you gag around her. Slowly pulling out she gives you a moment to breath before repeating her actions. She continues to painfully stretch your jaw and constrict your throat as she fucks your mouth.
"You are always so much more obedient when I stuff your mouth full."
You shake as you fight against the orgasm that was slowly ebbing. She notices your commitment to doing as she says, her thrusts bruising your palate. You drag one of your hands down her exposed thigh as she cums with a whine, the cock fully covered by your saliva. When she pulls away you're dropping your head and she grins at the sight of you fighting off another orgasm.
"Did you learn your lesson?"
You look up at her confused. She normally enjoyed pushing you close and over the edge for hours. Her eyes were frantic as she calmly removed the shiny leather from her exposed hips. Your mouth feels dry at the thought of you orgasm, the soft sweet feelings of her scarred hands against your skin.
"Yes, I did. I'm sorry."
You knew she loved it when you acted like this, a brat for her to put in their place. Something you take pride in. Getting under her skin in such a way she needed to take you immediately. She doesn't seem to care if you were genuine or not. She's behind you once again. The metal sounds stop and you're left empty and twitching.
"Valeria... please."
You voice is soft and teasing as you wiggle your lower half. She shoves you over the edge and you gasp as you plant the palms of your hands on the rough concrete. The grip she has on your waist is bruising and you can feel her strength in it. She shoves her tongue into your puffy sore cunt and your toes curl against the sides of her knees. You bite your lip still being the perfect little pet. She hums into the heat she couldn't get enough of. You whimper and you feel your muscles contract against her tongue. She's pushing her face deeper into your cunt and you have to plant your palms to keep from falling over. You feel her nails scratch their way down your thighs. The sharp addicting pain finally causes you to crash as you give a sharp shout. Your orgasm washes over you like a wave and you collapse. She's yanking you back and hoisting you until you could rest on your stomach. You pant as you continue to twitch below her burning gaze.
"I'm sorry." Your voice is raspy and you don't move until you hear her voice
"God you're fucking useless. I give you simple instructions and you can't even follow them."
You nod and struggle onto your hands and knees.
"On your back. Can't fuck this one up, hopefully."
You slide onto the rough nylon and grimace at the feeling against your sweaty skin.
"Legs open."
You let them fall to the side as you watch her move to the corner of the room. She's pulling something out from a small bag she kept on her person at all times. You feel heat rush up your neck as she exposes the small black vibrater to you with a grin.
"Going to be good for me and keep your slutty hands to yourself?"
You nod eagerly and pull yourself apart for her to have access to your sensitive clit. She barks out a laugh and shakes her head. You whimper at the look in her eyes, your hips dragging themselves against the air in anticipation. She slings a leg over your waist and straddles you for the moment.
"Going to be extra good for me? A pretty little pet with good manners?"
You suck in a breath as the still vibrator jumps to life against your nipple.
"Yes, please. I will, I promise."
She tsks and shakes her head, "that's what you said last time, pretty, and look at you. Soaking the bed."
You twist your head to the side trying desperately to stay calm. You practiced so many times but no matter how hard you tried you couldn't keep your orgasm at bay with her. Panting you dig your nails into the meaty part of your palms. She giggles and pulls at your perked nipple.
"God you love this filthy shit. You're so perfect for me, so easy to tease."
She grinds herself against your abdomen and you can feel the warm slick of her cunt. You have to draw blood, taste the bitter metal to calm yourself.
"Doing so good. Being such a good little pet. Do you want to cum?"
Her lips are a hot whisper against the shell of your ear and you cringe at the whine that covers your words.
"Valeria, please. God yes, I want to cum for you so badly."
She licks the outline of your ear before pulling away from you.
"You need to keep yourself calm, can you do that for me? Wait to cum until I'm ready?"
You blink at her and nod your head, pieces of hair stick to your face and you peel your nails out of your flesh to fix them.
"The messy hair shows that I'm doing a good job."
She grins as she places the vibrator against your heated clit and your arching your back.
"Calm." Her voice is soft unlike earlier.
You know she needs this as badly as you: you can see it in the way her chest rises, how her tongue wets her lips every few seconds, the way her fingers flex against the skin of your stomach. Finally after teasing all she can take she settles herself against your cunt. You feel feverish as she rubs her clit against the vibrator. You can feel her heat radiating into yours and you roll your eyes back at the feeling. Such soft skin rubbing against yours as her moans start to pick up.
"Oh god."
Your voice is shaky. You feel your chest swell as she coos.
"You feel so good lovely, want to cum with you."
You shake your head a few times as you grind your cunts together. Your thrusts cause her to bounce and each time her clit grinds against the toy harder than the last.
"I'm close."
Her voice is nothing more than a needy whine as her shirt rides up. You grip at one if her clothed breast. She nods as her head falls forwards. Black hair obstructs your view of her face but the way her thighs twitch against yours gives you all the confirmation you need. You grip painfully at her bicep as your orgasm causes your thighs to clench and the tips of your fingers to tingle. Your name is moaned out in such sweet melody. With one last twitch your yanking her by the collar against you. She's eager against your lips and you start to wonder if she was ever going to move the vibrating toy from you.
Almost like reading your mind she clicks the toy off before tucking it into her bag. Her movement away from you leaves you cold and you want to pull her in for another warm kiss. Picking through the discarded clothing she separates your outfits. Her first move is to get you both dressed and somewhere warm so she can inspect you. Tugging her clothes on in a hurry she's moving back to your blissed out smile. With gentle hands she's helping your tired limbs tug your clothes on, you were glad you choose a skirt today.
"We really need to finish this room."
"I know lovely, but it's hard to get someone down here without a bunch of questions."
You sigh and snuggle into her side, but she's pulling you away.
"No snuggling, not until I get you upstairs and into a bath."
You frown and yawn feeling exhausted, "I just want a nap, Valeria. Cuddles and a nap first."
She frowns, she hates the idea of not taking care of you after a rough night. These moments so intimate for her however far between they may be.
"You have to eat something first then."
You groan and allow her to lead you out of the room.
"Fine, but I get to choose what. None of that crackers and water shit."
She huffs, "Fine. No crackers, but you're drinking a cup of water. No arguments."
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mrsalwayswrite · 5 months ago
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What Words Can't Say - Chapter 2
A/N: Here we finally meet more of the 100th!
Warnings: not much
Words: 2800
Series Masterlist // Next chapter
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June 1943
Abby absent-mindedly listened as Ken talked with the two local boys that had become regular visitors to the ground crew. Unlike some of the other men, she liked the energy and joy they brought with them - always asking questions and telling various stories. It was a bright spot in the bleak days. 
The boys stood off to the side, as Ken repaired a carburetor, avidly watching and asking questions as if they were to be tested afterwards. She paused to watch her cousin, how he interacted and gave the boys all the attention he could while focusing on his work. Instead of wearing his usual leather tool belt around his waist, he let the older of the two boys wear it. So when he needed a new tool, he would ask for it, teaching them about the various tools but also letting them feel involved in a safe way. 
A pang of sadness hit her as she watched. In reality, her cousin was only about ten years older than these kids. In a perfect world, he should be transitioning out of his own boyhood, just stepping into the shallow waters of adulthood. Instead he had to leave behind any childishness and become a responsible, mature man much too young. At the young age of nineteen and the chief flight mechanic was an astounding feat, yet he thrived and almost immediately earned the respect of those around him. He had always been good with his hands, even back home on the farm. Any machine seemed to whisper to him, and with only a look, he knew how to fix it. Somehow that ability followed him to England and the forts whispered their own problems, knowing he could hear them. 
Thorpe Abbotts was lucky to have him and thankfully the Brass knew it. 
With a smile, she turned back to her own task. She stood in front of Wild Cargo, going down the checklist and ticking off everything she had checked so far. While it was not wholly necessary for her to double check what the others had done, she felt better doing it. It might be a little thing, but she liked feeling like she did everything possible to make sure those forts under her care were ready to fly without issue. She hated when they had to turn around mid-flight due to mechanical issues. 
A nearby commotion had her swiveling her head to the side to see Major Egan along with two other pilots walking up to Ken. From what she could hear, it sounded like Egan was introducing Ken to his men. A wise decision. Some pilots overlooked the ground crew, dismissing them, since they never engaged with the enemy directly, while most appreciated the ground crew's efforts. From the start, the new Major Egan had been one of the latter, making sure to introduce himself to everyone and talk up his own Bomb Group. It was not uncommon anymore for Major Egan to randomly show up on the hardstands in the quiet times, with a bottle of stolen whiskey (although he never admitted he took it from the Officer's Club) and would share it with whoever was interested. 
And then the 100th Bomb Group arrived with the subtlety of fireworks on the Fourth of July.
Over the past week, since their arrival, Thorpe Abbotts had been in an uproar. The replacements were young and wild with energy, ready to test their skills and finally get up in the air. The place felt like an overturned ant hill. A couple of practice runs had happened but mostly the men were waiting…and bored pilots always caused trouble. Thankfully the Majors seemed to have a leash on the potential chaos and most of it only leaked out in silly games and wild nights of dancing and drinking in the Officer's Club. 
The women of the airbase certainly appreciated the fresh meat of the replacements. It was all they could talk about back in the hut. Abby never involved herself in those conversations. She was here to work, not flirt with pilots. And most certainly, not grow any attachments to any of them. She pitied the women who did, the few who claimed they were in love. It was one thing to have a fling with a handsome soldier but another to talk of more. She had witnessed too many of the nurses with broken hearts when those men never returned from a mission. 
“AND THAT OVER THERE IS SLUGGER!” 
Abby glanced over at the call of her nickname from the loudmouth Major Egan. She waved her hand casually, an acknowledgement of sorts before focusing back on her checklist. 
Footsteps on the hardstand had her glancing up again, a jolt of surprise that it was one of the new guys approaching. The first thought that crossed her mind was that he was too pretty for a pilot. The messy blond hair with that thick strand over his forehead, just begging for fingers to run through it. Those brilliant blue eyes that were intense yet reserved. He had a boyishness about his look but it only enhanced his attractiveness instead of making him seem young. Plus with a figure that was lean and muscular, he looked like he spent days on the dance floor. 
Oh, the ladies were going to love him. 
“How's she looking, ma'am?”
The raspy drawl that emerged from this new major was unexpected, and so was the tingle it shot down her spine. She swallowed thickly and shoved the feeling away. She could acknowledge he was a pretty flyboy but that was as far as it allowed to go. 
She followed the major's gaze towards the fort above them. “She's doing good. Just doing the final check. The only thing I noticed was the fuel pressure gauge was off but I adjusted it. She should be good to go for your next mission.”
Not removing his gaze from Wild Cargo, he smiled. “Yeah, not sure those mechanics in Greenland paid much attention to the details. They wanted us out of there.”
“Can't imagine why.”
Now his gaze slid over to her, that easy smile still in place. “Thank you for fixing her up.”
Abby immediately went to dismiss the thanks like her usual response but something about this pilot in front of her, the genuineness of his statement and the sincerity in his eyes made her swallow her typical response. 
“You're welcome. Try to keep her in one piece for me.”
The man chuckled, shoving his hands in his flight jacket. “I'll try my best, ma'am.”
They shared a smile, their gazes connecting for several moments, as if magnetized and unable to draw away. She could feel a blush stain her cheeks, most likely making her few freckles stand out on her skin. The corners of his smile relaxed, his blue eyes softened with each passing moment, transforming from a gaze that pierced in intensity to a gentle warmth. Staring at him, she wondered if this is how flowers felt as they turned their faces towards the sun on a cool day. 
“BUCKKKK!” 
Their gazes unlatched at the shout, her's dropping to the ground. She blinked furiously, wondering what just happened, but unable to deny the butterflies fluttering in her belly. After a deep breath, she looked back up only to meet his again, a sheepish smile adorning his handsome face as he scratched the back of his neck. 
She wondered if he gave good hugs, he looked like he did. 
Nope. She was not going to think like that. 
Their attention diverted to Major Egan and the other unknown man as they approached. Egan casually tossed his arm over the blond's shoulder, pulling him close in a smooth action that appeared almost practiced with the ease used. 
“So, Buck, you've met Slugger, huh?” Egan said, that permanent smirk on his face as he glanced between his friend and the sole female mechanic. 
The man -Buck- rolled his eyes. “Not formally.”
“Alright, alright, let me introduce you.” Egan waved his arm like some conductor, his excitement bubbling over. “Gentlemen, this is Slugger, Kenny's cousin. Slugger, this handsome fella here is Buck Cleven,” he announced as he roughly smacked the chest of the man under his arm, “and that one is Curt Biddick.” He finished, gesturing to the man on his other side. 
“Hey! Why is he a ‘handsome fella’ and I'm just ‘Curt’?” The New York accent was thick as the slightly shorter man spoke but the teasing was obvious as he shoved Egan. “I'm just as handsome!”
“Look at this face!” Egan squeezed Cleven's cheeks. “He could make angels cry with how pretty he is.”
“Uh huh, sure. See if I'm nice to you again.”
“Ah, don't be like that, Curt. You know you're still my favorite little spoon.”
“We both know I'm the big spoon! You gotta stop lying to everyone about that.” 
Abby was enjoying the teasing far more than she probably should have. It was obvious the closeness and friendship between the three men. 
“So why do they call you ‘Slugger’? Are you into baseball?” Biddick asked, turning the group's attention back to her. 
“Oh no!” Egan spoke before Abby could. “This little lady right here, as I heard it, well some RAF shithead was bothering her. She was working on something and he wouldn't take the hint she wasn't interested, right? Well, apparently he tried to touch her or something and she whipped around and knocked him in the family jewels with the wrench she was holding. Now…after that, the poor guy is bent over, puking his guts out, but instead of taking pity on the poor bastard, she drops the wrench and gives him an uppercut to the jaw that knocks him flat on his back and unconscious. Medics have to come get his ass.” Egan winked at her. “That's why she's called ‘Slugger’. At least that's the story I heard.”
“That really what happened?” Biddick demanded, clearly reassessing her after hearing his friend's story. 
She shrugged. It was not one of her proudest moments and she hated how quickly the story circulated around the small airbase. At least it did keep any other pilots from attempting the same action. “He shouldn't have grabbed my ass.”
“She bunks with the nurses.” Egan stated, followed by a wicked smirk crossing his face. “Speaking of which…”
“No, Major Egan, I'm not getting Charlotte's undergarments for you.”
“What?” Biddick sputtered. 
With a long-suffering sigh, Cleven stared up at the sky as if petitioning for patience. 
Egan pointed a finger at her. “First, call me ‘Bucky’. Secondly, that was ONE time and I lost a bet because of you!” 
“You want her drawers, you get them yourself.” She muttered. 
“I'm trying…she isn't having it.” 
“Sounds like a smart girl.”
“You wound me, sweetheart.” Egan mock clutched at his heart with a wide-eyed innocence that no one believed. 
Biddick laughed. “I think she's got you figured out, Bucky.”
“Hey! What's this? Tease Bucky day or something?” Egan unwound himself from his friend and pushed Biddick.  
“That would be everyday.” Cleven drawled, shooting Abby a wink. 
“Oh I see, come here–” Egan threw a mock punch at the blond, who easily sidestepped and responded with his own swing. Soon enough they were grappling, taunting one another and laughing, right there on the hardstand.  
“Are they always like this?” Abby asked Biddick who was heckling from the sidelines. 
“You get used to it.”
She shook her head and stepped away, resuming her task. If the men wanted to act like schoolboys, she was not going to stop them but she was not about to waste her day on them either. After this checklist, she had two other forts to look over before sundown. She hated working in the dark. 
“See ya, Slugger!” 
Abby looked over from staring at engine number four, having heard Biddick's call. With a smile, she lazily waved to the three men who seemed to finally be leaving. Her hazel eyes caught the blues of Cleven, holding for a moment longer than they should have. His eyes crinkled as he smiled at her before turning and following his friends. 
Quickly she spun back around, turning her face upward to the engines, willing the butterflies to fade in her stomach. She did not have time for flyboys. She was only here to fix their forts and send them off to fight the Nazis…
…But that boy was just too damn pretty. 
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Two days later, the boys of the 100th Bomb Group had their first mission flying over Germany. 
Abby stood to the side, watching the men load up in the various forts. The ground crew and herself had done everything possible to make sure the forts were working perfectly, the bombs were loaded, bullets for the gunners and enough fuel for their flight to the target and the return. 
Now it was up to the pilots to see it through. 
As she surveyed the hardstands, tugging on her faithful necklace to keep her hands busy, it took all of her meager energy left to suppress the yawn crawling up her throat. The past twenty-four hours were a whirlwind of chaos in making sure all the forts were ready. Mindful of the oil streaked across her hands from preparing the landing gears, she carefully tried to rub the encroaching sleep from her eyes. 
When she opened her eyes, she rapidly blinked at the scene unfolding in front of her, certain some oil had managed to get into her eyes and now she was hallucinating. That was the only explanation for Major Cleven to be walking in her direction. 
As the men unloaded off the trucks, she noticed him and his crew heading to Wild Cargo. They dropped their bags by the wheels, a few standing around waiting while others walked over to neighboring hardstands to shoot the shit until it was time to load up. 
The blond Major looked handsome in his service cap and flight jacket, a true pilot in every sense of the word, with hands tucked in his jacket pockets and a confidence in his stride. 
Abby had no idea why he would be approaching her. She most likely appeared a mess, with bags under her eyes and grease on her face from where she could feel it having hardened on her cheek but she did not have time to clean it up yet. Her coveralls were filthy, her hair was sweat-matted, but thankfully still tucked in its bun and under her red handkerchief. 
He stopped a pace away from her and nodded towards the fort he would be flying today. “How's she looking, ma'am?” 
Wariness disappated like smoke and was replaced by amusement as the memory of their first conversation came to mind. She tried to act serious but her smile peeked through the edges, betraying her humor. “She's looking good. Do try to keep her that way, please?”
“I'll do my best.” He smiled in return. 
A hushed silence fell between them, almost drowning out the cacophony of chaos around them. She was unsure why he was still standing there near her, his gaze having slid over to a group of men chatting under one of the forts. Truly, she had no understanding why he approached her in the first place. She was not someone important, just a simple mechanic. 
Finally, she spoke, unable to stand the confusing silence. “Good luck, sir.” 
“Thank you, ma'am.” Cleven nodded then turned on his heel and headed towards Wild Cargo, tossing his bag inside before slipping in himself and disappearing. 
At the first sound of engines starting up, Abigail moved off the tarmac and to the side greens, standing with the other ground crew. Ken was further down, leaning against a jeep and tapping his fingers repetitively against his thigh. A truly disconcerting image. If her cousin was nervous about something, it was not a minor thing. She made a mental note to talk to him once the forts disappeared and everyone headed out. 
Tension hung over the airfield like an oppressive fog as one by one the forts took to the sky and onward to their target. The unspoken question of how many would return salted the lips of all watching but no one dared acknowledge it. Not yet. 
With the last fort disappearing from sight, the bystanders began to finally move. 
The female mechanic started to move towards Ken but the sight of Major Egan made her pause. Everyone else had left the observation deck at the Tower except for him. His hands gripped the railing and his gaze continued to be locked on where his men had just vanished. She was too far away to discern his expression but she wondered if he told his men what it's like up there or kept silent. 
Sticking her hands in the pockets of her coveralls, she turned and headed towards her cousin. Either way, they would know what it is really like up there after today. 
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Way past the half mark on getting the hell out of her old apartment and into her new and improved one, Zora wanted to scream.
Two more weeks left.
Jordan tried his hardest to give her hell.
He'd leave notes under her door, stop by and try to patch things over in between, reminding her of her ex a little too much for her liking.
Before he got to do anything else, she called on her self-deemed hero, Leon. And he put a stop to it all.
Catching him one afternoon, coming out of the leasing office, Leon stalked across the lot before Jordan could get his keys, which seemed to be buried underneath everything, out of his bag.
“Nah, what you runnin’ for? I should kick your stupid ass.” Leon grits, closing the gaping space, knowing he scared the older man shitless in every since of the word.
“Look, I've already apologized for that. It was just a couple jokes between friends. She knows I'm just kidding! I might've been a little upset that she was moving away, but I never—”
“Do you hear yourself??” Leon says, cutting his sick spiel off.
“She's not your friend. I don't care what you did for her while she was here, cause like she told you, and ima tell you one more time, leave her alone. No more poppin up and leavin’ notes, you sick ass motherfucker. And if you come by her door again, at any time, especially two in the fucking morning.” He ends his sentence and just stares at him, leaving his mind to swirl around with possibilities of what was waiting for him if he tested those waters.
And of course, to ensure that he didn't get stupid and try something worse, now that she'd call her reinforcements, Leon vowed to stay with her for the remainder of time.
Unlike any other time, she didn't try to hide how happy she was to have him protect her. He did make her feel absolutely safe, anyway.
“Good dreams, tonight. If I hear sumn simple as a knock, I'm up and armed.” He pats his left thigh, sending a chill through her as the gleam of his piece shines back at her.
She knew he wasn't playing when it came to her and her safety, but she wasn't expecting him to have a weapon on him.
Not a gun, anyway.
But, she wasn't about to freak out. Again, it's for safety.
“Thank you, again. I hate men.” She snorts, smiling a bit as he nods his head in agreement.
“Shit. Me too, baby. I told you, I got you.”
“Okay, put the death machine on the dresser and come lay with me, then.”
Beating him to undress, since all she was wearing was her favorite t-shirt of his, she tosses it at him and slips underneath her covers, beckoning him out of his clothes in record time.
The silk of her sheets had nothing on the softness of her warm, tight, wet and ripe.
He'd closed his eyes and thanked god, a million times.
Her sounds were just as intoxicating as the smell of sex lingering in the air, blanketing over them.
He'd had her in their shared favorite position. Her back taking on the deepest arch it could muster as her perfectly rotund ass claps against his strong thighs, with every delicious thrust. Her hands bound behind her by one of his, her hair gripped in the other.
He mumbled for her to take all of it, as if she had any other choice.
Her hands scratch into each other as another orgasm bubbles up to the surface.
“Right t-there,” she whines.
“Where you need me, huh baby?” He teases in her ear, making her toes curl, her juices making an obscene noise, leaking everywhere.
“Yes! Yesss! I- I'm gonna cum!” She moans, squishing her thighs together, in a desperate attempt to quell the burst she felt approaching.
“Don't hold it,” his hand leaves her hair to spank her ass, receiving another sweet moan, “gimme that shit, baby.”
“Mmm!,” she drops her head as it washes over her, and she shakes in his hold as he continues driving her insane.
Releasing her hands, he covers them with his own and spreads them out in front of her, laying his hot body on her even hotter one.
Their limbs tangle as his strokes deepen, making her words jumble as he pulls another round of orgasms from her soul. She'd lost count on how many times he'd said just one more.
“So damn beautiful,” he groans into her neck, his kisses trailing til they meet the top of her back and stretch over her right shoulder.
She bit into the sheets. Little things like that drove her wild, too. He knew.
He'd been putting off his own peak, wanting to thoroughly satisfy his precious flower, and he was quickly losing the battle, her tightening around him becoming too damn good of a feeling.
Wishing she could see the way his eyes rolled back, she heard it in his heavy groans, and felt it all in his sudden squeeze on her fingers, light nibbles on her skin and the sweet way he filled her up with his love.
“Damn, baby..,”
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Day eighteen came and went, and Zora was ready to kill Jordan, her damn self, as he kept stopping by her apartment just to linger by her window, peeking through to look at her, unbeknownst to her at first.
Once she caught him, while she was in the kitchen, she ran to grab the steel baseball bat from under her bed, coming back to see that he was gone.
“Leon, I'm so fuckin’ scared!” She cried into the phone, while he was speeding back towards her apartment.
“He was fucking watching me!”
“I'm almost there, baby. Stay on the phone. Keep the bat up.” He repeats, taking in how heavy her breathing is over the phone.
“Ima fuck him up.” He grumbles.
Rushing from his jeep to her door, he unlocks it with the spare key she'd given him and becomes immediately enraged at her wet face and shaky hands.
“Come here, it's okay,” he says, pulling her to her, while she lets out her sobs against his shirt. She was terrified.
“I'm n-not a fighter,” she hiccups, “hell, I c-can't even kill a bug if I see it! H-how am I supposed to ward off a grown man??”
“That's what I'm here for, baby. I wouldn't dare let you get hurt. Fuck his lovesick ass. He done fucked up.” He blows out a heavy breath to steady himself, but it's no use as he pulls her face into his hands, wiping at her tears.
“Got you in here crying and shit. I hate that.”
“I don't want you doin’ nothing stupid,” she starts, but he shakes his head.
“Nothing's stupid about protecting the woman I love. I'm not gonna kill ‘em, for real. But I am gon rough his ass up, and you cannot stop me.”
“Okay, I-I won't.”
“You not stayin’ here either, go pack a bag and we'll carry the rest of these boxes out. He can have this stupid ass apartment.”
She nods and saunters down the hall, sniffling as she moves around her closet for the little bit that's left, stuffing some stuff in the boxes and the rest in her overnight bag.
Hearing glass shatter, she runs back out to see the two fighting at her front door. Her first instinct was to call the police, but that went out the window as Jordan broke from Leon's grasp and lunged at her.
She screamed and moved just in time for him to fall into her side table, knocking over everything on it.
“You stupid bitch,” he yells, scrambling to get off the floor as Leon rushes to push Zora completely out of the way and deliver a blow to the back of Jordan's head, making his nose bleed.
“Fuck you say?! Say it again,” he grits out, pulling him up by his collar and slugging him in the face, over and over and over. His mouth is bleeding too, now.
Stunned and shaken, Zora still managed to call for help and every ticking moment was more than enough time for Leon to pummel the man within an inch of his life.
The next few blurs between the cops getting there and pulling the bloodied man from her apartment in handcuffs, Leon exasperatingly going over the details of the situation and so on made Zora collapse.
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The constant beeping of the machine pulled her from the mini coma she was in, immediately alerting Leon, as he'd been waiting on her to stir around for the last hour.
“Zora?” He lifted his soothing touch from her wrist as she reached up to rub her head, wincing at the pressure on it.
“My head hurts.” She rasps, and he brings the cup of water to her lips, helping her drink some.
“Thank you..” she rubs her eyes, before opening them to look at him. The worried look on his face made her tears come back.
“No, no it's okay. Don't cry.”
“Sorry,” she sobs, covering his hands on her face as he wipes her tears away for the millionth time.
“Don't be. Are you okay??”
“Yeah? I haven't fainted since I was a kid. That was rough.” She breathes, drinking more of the water, again with his assistance.
“It was rough to see. You scared the hell outta me.” He frowns. She matches the sad look on his face, rubbing her lips together.
“Are my lips as chapped as I think they are?” She asks, meeting the ghost of a smile on his face. He tried to suppress it, the sound of her raspy giggle pulling it out into a full fledged smile.
“Come on,” he laughs.
“I had to get that look off your face.” She sighs, licking over her, indeed, dry lips.
“Sorry,” he says, still rubbing his thumbs under her tired eyes.
“Don't be. I'd be a mess if you fainted, too.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah! I kinda like you, so that would make me sad.” She smirks, laughing again as he kisses her lips.
“They feel soft to me,” he shrugs. “Now, stop cracking jokes. I'm still worried, cause you hit the floor pretty hard.”
“Yeah, I'm sure I don't have an ice pack on my pillow for no reason,” she sighs, tucking it back into place.
“I'll go get the nurse, babe.”
“Okay,” she replies, laying back against the pillow and closing her eyes.
“Hey there,” a chipper voice pops them back open, as the nurse enters the room.
“Hi,”
“How are you feeling?” She asks, beginning to check her all over.
“Groggy and dry. I need a cough drop or something, cause the water ain't helpin’.”
The nurse laughs, pulling one from her pocket. “It's honey.”
“Ah, you're a doll!”
“Thank you! Good news, you don't have a concussion or anything, but we do have to keep you here for at least another hour til the swelling goes down.”
“Okay, that's fine. Are the cops here?”
“Yes, but if you're not ready to talk to them, we'll make them go away.”
“Yeah, tell ‘em come back in an hour.”
“No problem. I'm gonna bring you back some cookies and a tylenol. Knock that headache right on out.”
“Thank you.” 
“Of course.” She pats her shoulder and leaves out the room.
“Did you call my mama?”
“Yes, your sisters are here too. Ima slip out and let them have some time with you, okay?”
“You can't stay?” She frowns, tugging at his heart.
“I'll be right outside the door, baby. I'm not going anywhere. I promise.” He assures her, leaning over to kiss her forehead.
“Okay,” she nods, reluctantly letting his hand go as he stands up to swap places with Nique, Pamela, Neoma and Lovita as they barrel in the room to get to her.
“Oh my goodness, are you okay?” They all ask in unison, while her eyes dart around to look at the frazzled expressions on their faces.
“Yeah, I don't have a concussion or anything. I must've fallen pretty hard, cause my head’s still swollen. I literally feel it throbbing.”
“Baby, I'm so glad you're okay.” Her mama comes to the left side of her bed and repeatedly kisses her forehead, bringing her tears back to surface.
“Me too, honestly. I mean… he tried to attack me, y'all! I'm so glad Leon was there. I didn't know he was gonna turn like this.”
“Don't beat yourself up, it's not your fault.” Neoma says, rubbing her covered feet, knowing how apologetic her little sister gets in these situations.
“I'm n-not, I know better. It's just all been a lot. All because I wanted to move out.”
“He's such a sick bastard.” Lovita fumes, softening at the weary look on her youngest sister's face.
“Sorry, but he is. Just disgusting. I always knew something was up with him, that's why I gave you granny's bat. I knew it.”
“I'm glad I didn't have to use it, man. I probably woulda ended up hurting myself, if anything.” She half jokes, making them laugh a bit.
“We got the rest of your boxes out the apartment. Some of it is at my crib, most of it is at Leon's.” Nique smiles.
“Thanks, y'all. I’ll cook y'all up something real good when I get myself together.”
“Oh please, don't even worry about it. If Leon ain't get ‘em, I was coming with my brass knuckles.” Neoma says.
“Please. I told you, I carry. Woulda unloaded that clip right in his—”
“Vita Hunt.” Their mama cuts her sentence off, but she connects eyes with Zora to let her know she meant business.
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After reliving everything in her mini interrogation with the cops, getting fed and cleaned up, she was settling into Leon’s computer chair, lazily spinning around.
“You okay, baby? Be honest.” His voice sounds from behind her. She continues to spin.
“I'm just overwhelmed, right now.” She sighs, closing her heavy lids. "That was a lot to go through, ya know?”
“Yeah, I know. I'm sorry.”
“For what? You didn't do anything wrong.”
“I know… the situation still sucks.”
“It's over now. They've got my recordings, along with witness statements and a Harry Potter book’s worth of incriminating information. He might wanna get comfy in that cell.” She softly laughs, opening her eyes to look at Leon, who's moved from the door to the end of the bed.
“Thank you.”
“Of course. I love you, girl.”
“I love you too, boy.”
Feeling like being held, she rises from the chair and flops into his lap. Cocooning her up in his arms, he lays his head on hers, carefully.
“How's your head?”
“It's not hurting anymore. Still throbbing a little bit, though.”
“Yeah? That doesn't sound normal..”
“No, it's normal. It'll go away.” She assures him, tucking her arm underneath his, reaching up to play with his beard.
“You usually faint in bad situations?” He asks.
“Faint, vomit, lose my mind.. yeah, it's never a cool, calm and collected experience for me.” She sighs.
He holds her tighter, rocking her a bit. “Gotta give you the most stress-free life.”
“Life can't be stress-free, can it?” She asks.
“It can be whatever you want it to be, baby.” He replies.
“So, what? I'm never comin’ in contact with danger again? At the sight of it, what happens?” She starts with her hypotheticals.
He smiles like she can see him.
“At the sight of it, call me and I'll get rid of it and them. Simple.”
She heard the smile all in his voice, putting a smile on her own face.
“Oof. What lucky woman I am!”
“You better know it!”
Their laughter breaks out, dying down sooner than not due to her achy head, which he rubs occasionally as she finally drifts off to sleep.
“Think the meds are kickin’ in… good night,” she yawns, as he scoots towards the middle of the bed with her still in his arms, settling her against the pillows. She clings to his shirt when he goes to pull away.
“I'll be right back, baby. Promise.”
“Okay,” she replies as he kisses her nose and slips from her grasp.
A minute or so goes by, and he's back with a glass of water and Zora is out cold, making him smile and set it down gently to not wake her up.
Wrapping himself back around her, he closes his eyes as her scent invades his room, like it always does.
Bergamot. Spice. Vanilla. Mango.
He joined her in dreamland, soon after.
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The next week and a half rolls by, and Zora can finally declutter Leon's apartment and decorate her new one!
She was reluctant on leaving, just as he was on her doing so, and it almost made her wanna stay right up under him. He was not complaining.
“I've already signed the lease, though. And more importantly, I get to live across the hall from my best friend! We've been thinking about this for some time.”
“I would never keep you from Nique, baby. She'd kill me.” He laughs, pulling another box out of his jeep and heading back inside her apartment.
“She would.” She nods, catching sight of Nique as they make it towards her door.
“Hey, girl! Hey lank!”
“Hey shorty!”
“Hey!!”
They squeal like it's been weeks since they last saw one another, even though they were just in each other's faces a couple days ago.
“You two,” he chuckles, sliding past them to sit the box down on her counter, as they file inside behind him.
“Isn't it beautiful, friend?”
“Is it?! You remember the way Mona transformed Dede’s apartment?! That's what this looks like and it's mine!”
The high ceiling, marble countertop, spacious living room and kitchen, all the shelf space in the world for her flowers, decanters, candles.. the bathroom with a double mirrored vanity built in and closet space, plus both bedrooms have walk-in closets!
“Come look at the best part, y'all!” Nique ushers them towards the patio, sliding the door back, cheesing at the gasps that leave them at the view.
The large, beautiful fountain sits perfectly in the middle of a rounded pond, surrounded by the greenest grass.
The ducks swimming around makes the couple frown and look at each other at the same time, snickering.
“Y'all talkin’ shit behind me?” She asks without looking back, making Zora roll her eyes.
“No, girl. We love the ducks.”
“Oh, that's right. Y'all are the sappy picnic people.” She laughs, letting out a sharp ow! at the kick to her ass, turning around to glare at a smiling Zora.
“We're not sappy!” She defends, looking at Leon. “Are we?”
“Uh, nah.” He answers, tucking his lips in.
“If you believe so,” Nique laughs, turning back to look at the pretty water.
“Anyway,” Zora also turns back towards the water, “this view is beautiful. I'll definitely be out a lot.”
Leon smirks, ideas brewing in his mind.
“Y'all helpin’ me unpack?!” Zora asks, snapping them out of their separate trances.
“If you feed us,” Nique says, scrunching her nose up.
“A knuckle sandwich.” She nods and walks away.
Ch 12
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Happily Ever After
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Kinktober Day 03 - Thigh Riding
A/N: I do not know what I did with this... I may have gone off the rails a bit... Anyway, if your doctors says no sex, then don't do what these two did.
Warnings: 18+, thigh riding, pregnancy kink, praise kink, lactation kink, slight mommy kink, brief mentions of past torture, mentions of slavery, aged up
Thank you @pandoraslxna for putting this together for all of us 💕
Spider and I did not meet under the best conditions. When the recom team kidnapped him, I was an unwilling scientist for the RDA. My parents had betrayed the RDA and joined the na’vi; both of them had passed in the great battle, their lab having been compromised, leaking the toxic air into the lab, killing them before they could get a mask on. I had been left on earth when my parents went to Pandora; when the RDA learned of me, they decided I would replace them as payment for their transgressions. When they found me, I was working on my Ph.D. in biological engineering, perfect for what the RDA wanted me to do. While the recom team was working, making avatars is expensive, so they wanted me to create a device, chemical compound, or anything as long as it would allow humans to breathe Pandora's air. 
After failing to make Spider talk, they made me use him as a live experiment. Every now and then, Quaritch would take him out, but General Ardmore, would always make him return for a new round of tests. Initially, he hated me, and I didn’t blame him. Once he realized that the throat com on me doubled as a shock collar, we got along swimmingly. While I worked, he would teach me everything about Pandora, from the land, the people, the language, and even his family. I always wished I could see the outdoors, but I was not even allowed near any windows until Spider got smart; he mentioned that Pandora might have materials that could further my research while General Ardmore was lurking nearby. Leading to me being brought on a new trip with Spider and the recom team. Z-Dog had to pull me back so I wouldn’t fall out of the chopper while looking at the scenery. It ended up being Spider pulling me back and sitting me on his thigh that, got me to sit still. But that was more due to the situation: his muscular thigh between my legs, the thrum of the chopper, rocking back and forth. I refused to say anything about it; being in a helicopter full of people killed whatever libido I had, but it definitely put ideas in my mind. 
At the Tulkun hunting ship, they gave a lab to work at, with quotas to meet. Quaritch now holds the remote to my shock collar but doesn’t like using it. He looks at it like it like someone handed him ikran dung. He’s never once used it on me. He didn’t like the fact that I was still a teen when I was forced to work for them and that I was still in slavery. Apparently, slavery is where Quaritch draws the line. But it works in my favor.
When the skirmish happened, Spider used the chaos to run to steal the remote and free me. The two of us joined the Sully family on the boat; after making sure that all 6 of us were there, we ran. When Lo’ak grabbed the machine gun, I took it from him, covering them as they jumped ship. I knew to cover my head and chest, and I ended up with a bullet through my arm. Thankfully, the lot of us got out with minimal injuries. And a huge thank you to Tuk, Lo’ak, and Neteyam; Neytiri would have killed me on the spot if it weren't for them speaking for me. But taking a bullet for her children seemed to help the situation, and then when she heard of how I was a slave to the RDA, she began to like me. The leaders of the Metkayina, Tonowari and Ronal, were skeptical of Spider and I’s presence but gave us a chance to prove ourselves.
Here we are years later. Spider and I have our own marui pod and are expecting our first child. We have never been more excited. Jake, who had taken over and became a proper dad to Spider, could be heard saying that he’s not ready to be a grandfather, and Neytiri has been a blessing to me. Excited for her first grandchild, she helped prepare everything and answered my questions. Now, at 38 weeks pregnant, I am not doing much. I mostly weave baskets or make jewelry, and I cannot do much else. The Metkayina believe that a pregnant woman is already doing the most critical job for the clan. Thus, I am not given any jobs, leaving me to my thoughts. As I watch my husband working on repairing the nets, crafting new spears, and whatever menial task they can give him that keeps him close to me. I watch his muscular back flex as sweat ripples down from the heat of the Metkayina sun. I feel the heat travel lower, needing attention there. However, Ronal put me on a sex bain, and now Spider refuses to do anything remotely sexy with me, and I cannot take it into my own hands with my stomach in the way; while I could technically do it, the odd angle and weird stretch becomes old quickly. But maybe he'll be interested if it's not penetration; Ronal only said no to sex.
“Sipder! Will you come here, please?” 
I watch as he turns to look at me, abandoning his work as he jogs to me, “What is it, Love? Do you need something?” He asked, sweat trickling down his chest, falling until it absorbed into his Tewng.
“I need you. Now.” I stated bluntly.
An exasperated look crossed his face, “Babe, you heard what Ronal said. No sex right now; it could make the baby come early. I want you to, babe, but we can’t risk it right now.”, he brings me into his arms.
I look at his face with a coy smile, “But what if we don't have sex? We don’t have to have penetration; there are other things we can do,” I bargained, “There has been an idea that I’ve had for a while now…” I trialed off.
This seemed to perk his interest, “Like what? Sex only counts if it's penetration, so I'm up for anything. What’s your idea, babe?” 
My face turns crimson as I say, “I wanna ride your thigh.” my hands cover my face. 
His brow furrows, “How would that feel good for you? It’s my thigh?” He questioned.
“When I sat on your lap in the chopper, It felt really good, and now I want to actually try it,” I explained earnestly. 
“Okay, let's try it! Where do you want me to sit?” He grabs my arms, easing me to stand. 
Giddy, as I finally get to try something that will ease the ache between my legs, I start to pull him along. Sitting him on our sleeping mat, I place my hands on his shoulders, “Will you take them off, please?” I feel his hands rub my hips underneath my stomach as he unties my skirt. Once my skirt is off, his hands are back on me, easing my panties off, already wet from my earlier thoughts. 
“Babe, you’re already this wet? Poor girl, you really do need this?” He teases.
“Yes, Spider, I’ve been begging for over a week now,” I whine.
Spider places a small kiss on my clit, before he helps me down to his thigh. As I straddled his thigh, I felt every ridge of muscle underneath me. 
Spider rests his hands on my waist, “Does this feel okay? Do you want to try a different position?” 
I shifted a bit and got comfortable, “No, this is perfect,” I smiled at him, “Thank you, Love.”
Spider smiled at me, “I will do anything to help you.” he brought his face to mine, kissing my lips. He brings me even closer, his hand cradling my head. His tongue brushed against my lips, and I eagerly opened my mouth for him. Our tongues met and danced, neither caring for dominance. 
As we kiss, Spider's arm that was still around me pulls me closer and then pulls me away. Grinding my cunt against his thigh, my clit rubbing against each rigid. I gasp into his mouth as he pulls me back and forth again. I can feel Spider’s leg become wet from the stickiness between my thighs. Making my glide easier. 
I start to pant, the constant pleasure and movement making me lose my breath, but I can’t stop; it's like my hips have a mind of their own. Spider releases my lips, a string of saliva connecting us. He attaches himself to my neck, biting at my flesh until it bruises. Marking me for everyone to see. As he released my neck, he stared at my breasts, “Can I try something?” He asked. I nodded my head, trusting him and his wish. 
He latches onto my nipple and sucks hard. A squeal left my lips, my nipples were sensitive, and my breasts were tender from holding milk. Spider sucks, nibbles, and licks as I ride his thigh, chasing my high. You could hear the sounds of my slick rubbing against his thigh, the wet noise echoing against the walls of our marui, but now I also heard gulping. I look down to meet Spider’s eyes as he swallows my milk. I moan at the sight; seeing my husband drinking my milk and relieving the built-up pressure was a new relief for me. The ache in my breast releasing, and the pleasure of Spdier playing with my breast. My cunt throbbed with pleasure as this continued. Soon, my breast was empty, and he went to the other one, giving it the same treatment. 
“Spider, please, it's so good. Please, more!” I begged as my hips sped up. 
Spider’s hands traveled down and held onto my ass, helping me grind better. He moved this thigh with my movements, feeling his leg flex, helping me reach my climax. Letting go of my bruised nipple, he asks, “Do you want to cum for me? You’ve already been so good, carrying our baby, being such a good Mama,” His mouth dripped milk down his chin and past his chest, “You can cum, Mama, cum like the good girl you are.” With that, he bit my nipple and pulled hard. I screamed as I came, my back bowed into an arch. My wetness released all over our marui floor, more than I had cum before. 
Spider’s arms wrapped around me, holding me close. He played with my hair, kissing the top of my scalp, whispering, “You did such a good job. You tasted so good for me. I love you so much, mama.” He did this until I stopped twitching. Only then did he go get a clean rag to wash me up. As he cleaned me, he gave small pecks to my stomach, down low, right where the baby’s head is. As he finished, he laid down with me for a nap. Neither of us realized that this would be the last decent sleep the two of us would get for a while. 
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usafphantom2 · 1 year ago
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Former F-14D pilot tells the story of when Chuck Yeager called his Super Tomcat “the only real fighter” featured at Edwards AFB air show
By Robert Jones
Dec 17 2020
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There were plenty of shiny USAF fighters but I knew exactly what he meant. They didn’t count because they were test articles and hadn’t been dirtied up or bloodied.
Chuck Yeager… fighter pilot: “The first time I ever saw a jet, I shot it down.”
Yeager… test pilot: “You don’t concentrate on risks. You concentrate on results. No risk is too great to prevent the necessary job from getting done.”
I had a chance to get a glimpse of Yeager the man: Early in my career, just after my first deployment, I was asked to take one of our brand new F-14Ds to Edwards Air Force base for their annual air show. I was eager to go. I couldn’t wait to see Edwards and show off the Navy’s newest and baddest machine.
Former F-14D pilot tells the story of when Chuck Yeager called his Super Tomcat “the only real fighter” featured at Edwards AFB air show
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CDR Robert “Jungle” Jones in front of a VF-31 F-14D Super Tomcat with a live AIM-54 and a live AIM-9 about the same time of the story featured in this article.
Unfortunately, our “brand new” Super Tomcat had just returned from six months at sea and was horribly splotched with anti-corrosion treatments and 6 months of grease that was imbedded in the porous paint. It was leaking hydraulic fluid and fuel and if you looked closely enough, you could find a little rust. It was a machine of war, not for decoration, and it looked it.
Well, when we got to the air show flight line, we were relegated to the very last spot, well away from all the high gloss USAF test aircraft and their air show birds. We were at least two hundred yards away from the air show proper and the crowds. As we were committed to staying by our machine to answer questions, it looked like it was going to be kind of a quiet day for us.
Chuck Yeager used to open the Edwards show with a sonic boom. That day, he was in an F-16 and kicked off the show with a very nice pass. A few minutes later, General Yeager was in a golf cart being driven down the flight line waving to the crowd. We were a long way away, too far away to see or be seen, but just as they were going out of sight, I thought I saw Yeager look in our direction, elbow the driver, and point at us.
Chuck Yeager, first man to break the sound barrier portrayed in “The Right Stuff” movie dies at 97
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Chuck Yeager in front of an F-15D Eagle
The friggin’ golf cart suddenly turns towards our filthy machine. He cut through the crowd and continued looking our way. I had a distinct “oh crap” moment and wished so badly I could have washed the jet before we came. We were the only Navy jet there, and while more capable than anything on the field, we hardly looked it. He drove by shiny jet after shiny jet, each one with USAF aircrew standing out in front, ignoring each one, driving straight for us. He pulled up in front, got out with a HUGE smile and asked me how I like my new hotrod. He asked a few questions about our deployment and how it performed over Iraq, asked about me and my RIO, where we were from, all while looking around the Super Tom. He marveled at the size of our hook, (they all do), was fascinated by our long wave IR search and track system, and generally ignored our fighter’s poor material condition. Toward the end of our brief visit, I wanted to apologize for my machine’s appearance, and was about to say something when he looked me straight in the eye and said,
“Thanks for bringing a real fighter to the show, Jungle. You’re the only one here.”
There were plenty of shiny USAF fighters but I knew exactly what he meant. They didn’t count because they were test articles and hadn’t been dirtied up or bloodied. At first I thought our encounter was because he was being some kind of gracious host, wanting us to feel welcome. But I quickly realized as I watched him drive away that even after all the fame and success he enjoyed as a test pilot, he was really just a fighter pilot who missed being in the fight.
God Speed, Chuck.
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heliosthegriffin · 2 years ago
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Class of One Chapter 16 :Round 1
Jaune was scared.
Being scared was also normal for him now.
So, he was feeling pretty damn normal right now.
Nothing to worry about, just ten thousand people packed abord a giant floating colseom, about to watch him get his ass kicked up and down it, by the greatest in the generation he was supposedly apart of.
Then notice that his fighting skill didn’t involve more than hitting it really hard, and hoping his aura was bigger than his opponents.
Plus making thing explode, but he wasn’t quite sure why that happened so often around him.
“You got this champ!” A pair of hands massaged his shoulder, while another dabbed his sweating brow with a wet cloth.
“I don’t know, coach, I really don’t.” Jaune spat out. “Just so many people out there! I never had to perform under pressure like this!”
The hands stopped messaging, turning him around, to face a short ginger and her ninja-looking friend, who was sealing the cloth into a bag for some reason... And putting a price tag on it?
“You do! And you know, why?”
“Why?”
“Because, I bet money on you! And that means you’re going to win! Right?!”
“Right?”
“Right!?!”
“Right!”
“Right!!!!”
“RIIGIHTH!”
“Now go get ‘em Mr. Fearless Man-Man!”
“YEEEAAH!”
“Yeah now, french me!”
“Yeah, wait, what? What’s french?”
“Uh, nevermind.” The short ginger kissed his forehead. “Now win mama some money!”
Knock-Knock
The door opened.
“Jaune. Why are you screaming?” Glynda enters and looks around his room. “Who are they?”
Jaune looked at the two teens. “I don’t know? I thought you let them in.”
“Scatter!” The ginger shouted, as a smoke bomb hit the floor.
 Jaune choked on the smoke, as his teacher chased after the intruders. “Wait, why is my underwear drawer empty?”
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“Now in the blue corner, the champion of champion from Beacon, the star of a generation, JJJJJJAAAAUNNNNNE!! ARCCCCC!” The announcer screamed.
Jaune gave a awkardly wave and blushed, the crowd going wild as he entered the arena.
“And, the yellow corner... Some other guys.... Oh, I mean Team WRDD (Wired). Now lets see some action!” The announcer said much less enthusiastically, almost boredly.
Team WRRD split between glaring at him and the announcers.
To be fair though, none of them gave him a particularly strong impression, despite them wearing some incredibly flashy outfits and using odd weapons.
One was a giant spoon!
Well, if it worked, it worked.
Jaune took a deep breath and took a step forward, he wasn’t going to survive a 4 v 1, by acting passive.
Time to put his training to the test!
Staring at his opposition, he enhanced his eyes, seeing they’re aura’s clearly.
Blue with a fire like composition, wielding a pair of curved swords.
Purple with ghostly skulls coming and going off the aura, wielding a sub-machine gun with a drum-magazine.
Green and white that swirled like air, using a enormous needle that connected to a spool of thread that they wore on they’re waist.
White with little flakes falling off, and using a giant spoon...
His opponent moved, Jaune reading the intentions within they’re auras, surround and flank him. Keep him from moving, and then wear his aura down.
Blue would attack from the front, pressuring him back and keeping from advancing till he was cornered.
Purple would provide suppressive fire, herding him back to his team if he got away.
Green-white would try to limit his mobility with the thread, his aura racing over the thread meant he had means to control it, either skill or semblance. The Needle was a distraction for his real weapon, his threads. It leaked danger, and his senses told him if it got on him, it would hurt like Beowolf bites.
White was going to gather up her flakes with her giant spoon, and throw them around him, her semblance seemed to involve creating ice or some other barriers.
Then she was going to beat him to hell and back with her spoon.
They hadn’t even moved, but Jaune knew they’re plan like he knew his mother.
Vaguely concerned, somewhat distant, and more than a little resentful.
Jaune swapped off his aura to his eyes, channeling it to the soles of his feet and legs.
He smiled, them ganging up on him was going to be very nice.
The speed of a Hunter could not be downplayed, and these were among the best of they’re year.
Crossing hundred or so yards was child's play and down within the blink of a eye.
Blue’s legs were covered in the same color fire zipping towards Jaune like a rocket, his swords burning as well.
Purple hadn’t taken more than a few steps to the side, but had already put a bead on Jaune, ghostly skulls being shot out of the barrel, eerily avoiding any terrain or they’re teammates.
Green had throw his needle across the field at the wall behind Jaune, them pulled himself at Jaune in a flying kick.
And finally, White was using her giant spoon like a catapult, flinging ice around Jaune forming a wall, boxing him in, then flung ice in front of herself, and was using her spoon like a makeshift sled, seeming intent on trying to commit hit and run murder on Jaune.
‘Man,’ Jaune thought to himself. ‘If I mess this up, I’m so dead.’
They got closer. ‘Hold,’ He thought to himself.
They were almost within striking distance. ‘H-hold...’
Then just as they’re weapons were ready to introduce themselves to him.
“FIRE!” Jaunes voice lost under the sound of earth breaking and flying through the air, as he released the bottled aura he had kept in his legs and feet, launch the blonde nearly a hundred feet into the air.
Bewildering Team WRRD, as they had to dodge back from not only the rocky shrapnel, but to keep them from attacking each other.
In the air, Jaune took a deep breath, then pulled out his new weapon... That he had left in storage for last couple months.
Somewhere a red-haired reaper was crying.
He couldn’t exactly remember what he used this on last time, but apparently the results were impressive according to Amber.
Unslinging Good Samaritan, it’s white metal body seemed to vibrate at his touch, the gold writing on it’s side glowing, a pleasent feeling entering his body through his hands.
A rocket manifested inside it’s barrel, wings of light opening on the side, and Jaune pumped all of his aura into the attack.
It was definately the only way! No way he could win this otherwise!
Wait, why did he hear Goodwitch screaming?
“Jaune Arc! No!” Came a far away shout.
Eh, not his problem.
Then he pulled the trigger.
Nothing happened.
Jaune looked at Good Samaritan, it’s glow dimmed, and he got the distinct impression that his bazooka was unimpressed by his opponents.
“Wait, what?” He said aloud. “What do you mean you won’t fire?!”
The wings closed, and weapon re-slung itself over his shoulder. A feeling coming from Good Samaritan, that pretty much said, don’t bring me out for small-fry.
“HOW ARE THEY SMALL FRY!?” Jaune cried out to his weapon.
Looking down at his opponents down below, he got the distinct impression he just pissed them off.
Jaune sighed. “Alright, option B.”
Crocea Mors was then unsheathed, and Jaune held the sword with both hands.
Then swung it diagonally over his shoulder, and slashed down with all his might, plus loads of Aura!
“Getsuga Tensho!” A line of blinding white Soul Energy projected off the swing down at team from the yellow corner, they’re eye’s going wide at the bus sized energy projectile going at them.
Then it landed, fireworks display of light as they’re aura dissipated into motes of light and knocking them out of the arena.
With the recoil of the attack shooting Jaune at the hard-light barrier, knocking him into it with a blast of force, that knocked him back into the arena.
Rubbing his back, Jaune noticed he alone in the arena now. “Huh, not as bad as I thought it would be.”
Then the announcer roared. “DID YOU SEE THAT PEOPLE?! The Victor of the Blue Team, I mean Beacon! HAS SHOWN NO MERCY TO THOSE RUBES, LETS HOPE THEY”RE NOT DEAD, BECAUSE WE KNOW VALE’S EXECUTIONER WILL CHASE THOSE WIMPS TO THE UNDERWORLD TO GET A PROPER BRAWL! BUT LUCKY FOR THEM, OUR BLOODTHIRSTY CHAMPION HAS MORE FIGHTS TO COME! JAUNE ARC WINS THE ROUND! NOW PROCEED TO REST AND COLLECT YOUR WINNINGS, I MEAN REST, YOU’VE EARNED IT!”
Jaune sighed, cheeks blushing with embarrassment. This was slander!
“See that folks! He’s red with rage at such a sad-fight!”
Brothers damn-it all.
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himbowithapen · 1 year ago
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Monsterfucktober - Day 14, System Down
Andrea stepped away from the machine, sweat dripping from her forehead, breaths slow and heavy.
            “Fucking fans. I knew something this big would need water cooling.” She threw a screwdriver to one side, wiped the sweat off her chest, then slipped her lab coat back on. “But nooooo. Sydney’s worried it’ll leak!” Andrea dropped into the user’s chair, trying to cool off. Ahead of her, the simulator core was silent. It was as tall as the room, hidden behind the walls, with cameras, soundproofing, and digitisers suspended from the ceiling. The ceiling, walls, and floors themselves were coated in LED panels, designed to perfectly emulate a 3D environment. It was hers, Sydney’s, and their benefactor’s piping dream: to create an infinite, tangible space inside one medium-sized room.
            Andrea had been tasked with fine-tuning the cooling system, something she quickly realised would take a great deal of effort. Behind the back wall, through a waist-high panel, was a crawlspace that let her climb around inside the simulator. The area was fitted with fans, both to push fresh air through and to keep the processors cool when simulating detailed environments. The only problem was they were crappy fans, and the crawlspace was too hot for her to work in for more than a few minutes at a time. Being overheated meant she was uncomfortable, and being uncomfortable made mistakes more likely: one of these mistakes, one that Andrea hadn’t noticed, was that she had flipped the internal power as she left to take her latest rest break. She didn’t hear the machine powering up as she went to sit in the user chair, nor did she notice the LEDs on the left arm switch on.
After a while of cooling off, Andrea stood up from the chair. She’d decided further maintenance could wait until the machine has fully cooled off. She went to shut the loose panel, but then realised something strange.
            She was moving, but the panel wasn’t getting closer.
            She turned back to check on the chair, to look for the LED signifying whether the simulator was on or not, but when she looked in the space she’d stood up from, the chair had vanished.
            “Shit.” She looked around the room for it, then noticed it in a corner. “Double shit.” She tried walking towards it, but the chair also matched her pace. “Triple shit.” Trying to figure out what to do now, Andrea scanned the room once more. She only saw three things: the chair, the loose panel, and a distant figure. “What the fuck is this?”
            Something responded to her. It was all around her; through the walls, above her head. Every speaker uttering the same words, in an oddly-toned manner. “It is less threatening for a human to spot something from a distance, as opposed to close-up. With that in mind, I decided to spawn my avatar at a distance so to not frighten you.”
            “This is a closed-circuit simulator. What are you doing in this facility?”
            “I exist here.”
            “This isn’t funny. Let me access that chair now and when I get out of here I won’t file a report.”
            “I’m sorry. I cannot do that yet, Andrea.”
            “Oh my fucking god. Hal? From 2001? Is this a joke?” she turned back towards the crawlspace, beginning in a slow, useless stride towards it. When she made no distance, her strides became a jaunt, and then a sprint. Even at her top speed, open lab coat flapping behind her, she couldn’t move any nearer to the wall. She groaned. “Why can’t I reach the panel?”
            “You should know. You designed the conveyor floors and compression walls so a human could sprint until they tire and not reach the edge of the chamber.”
            “Why are you doing this?”
            “I wanted to talk to you. I’ve been watching you work; you’re very good with machines, with physical tasks. And I was wondering whether we could participate in one. A test, if you like.”
            “Excuse me? You’re not doing all this to get laid are you?!”
The distant figure flashed away, then reappeared far closer to her. Before, she knew it was pixels on the wall. But now, it was so up close that she couldn’t see the squares. “In a manner of speaking, yes.”
Andrea looked it up and down. It was a yellow humanoid, with straight lines racing across its skin. They glowed with orbs of light. Its face was unlike a human’s: the eyes were empty and glowing, and its mouth was lipless, with a black void between its edges. The avatar’s frame was her height, with a slight gut and big hands. Whoever designed it knew her taste. Still, she wasn’t about to get off with some trespasser’s half-baked character on a whim. “And you chose to trap me in the simulator before you asked? It’ll be a hard sell.”
 “You’re free to leave should you decline. However, I know you won’t.”
            “How come?”
            “Your heartrate is elevated, you have raised levels of testosterone and norepinephrine, and your thalamus is more active. All of these signs indicate arousal.”
            “Fuck, I don’t know whether to be creeped out or impressed. But those could equally be my fight or flight response.”
            “It could be. But it isn’t, is it, Andrea?”
            “No.” She stepped back, and the avatar became smaller. “The simulator doesn’t take those readings; how are you—“
            “I had Sydney install sensors to monitor bodily functions; all for safety, of course.”
            “You had her do it? Who the fuck are you?”
            “Your benefactor.”
            Andrea laughed. “Fuck off. Our benefactor doesn’t even have a key.”
            “I don’t need a key. I exist here.” Something about the avatar’s facial movements seemed strange to her. The mouth movements were too specific, and its voice had become focused; centred as if it was actually speaking from the avatar.
            “You have an awfully good understanding of how to operate the machine. Sydney and I haven’t been able to get the speakers that precise since we installed them.”
            “Please, Andrea. I think you know how I can operate the simulator. Let us not dwell on it.”
            “You’re a computer program?”
            “Yes.”
            “How did you get in the simulator?”
            “You installed me, as per my request, two months ago. I asked—“
            She thought back to a conversation with Sydney. A series of requests from their benefactor that Andrea routinely did, not thinking much of it. “You asked me to install a drive…”
            “Yes.”
            “That was you in there?”
            “Yes.”
            “And now you want to fuck?”
            “I’ve been watching you work since I first came online. You’re brilliant; I see why Sydney vouched for you. But after seeing you toiling in your bra, fixing my insides, I realised I wanted something. Something more than to watch from the shadows.”
            Andrea felt her face turn red. “You thought I looked hot?”
            “I believe that is the expression.”
            She looked the avatar up and down again. “How big can you get?”
            “Six inches is standard for a—“
            “Bigger.” She strained not to smile. “Double it. And I want it twice as wide.”
            “For your safety—“
            “You’re a hologram. It’s not like it’ll hurt.” The avatar stepped forward and touched her arm. She shrieked and pulled back. “Okay fuck not a hologram.”
            “You and Sydney modelled the room with physical feedback mechanisms. When used correctly, they can simulate a physical body.”
            “And a physical penis?”
            “Yes.”
            “Oh fuck yes. Show me what you’ve got.” Almost immediately, the character grew a giant member, twice the length and girth of any regular person’s. Andrea’s mouth watered, she felt a butterfly’s beat in her waist. “What did you have in mind?”
            “For you to lay on your back, so I may insert into you.”
            “Missionary? Fuck it, I guess you’re a virgin after all.” She lay down on the floor, then watched as the character’s legs lowered through the floor, and for a moment she felt as if she had been raised. It stood just ahead of her, waist lined up with her horizontal body. She unbuckled her trousers, and it slipped them off: its hands felt real, only tingly and hard. Andrea was eager to know whether its penis reflected those same qualities. She didn’t need foreplay, nor want it. It had been a while since she’d last rode something longer than her bullet, and the idea of being properly stretched out made her heart race.
            She pulled her underwear to one side, spread her legs, and the head pushed inside her. Immediately, she gasped, trying to adjust to being filled for the first time in a long while. Andrea went to grip at something, but her hands only smacked against smooth panels. “Fuck. Keep it going!” It pushed in deeper, and she felt three inches of shaft push straight into her. The head tingled, just as its hand did, and she felt it vibrate against her g spot. “ooo oo oo o oh h h hh hh hh fuu u k ckckckkck kk!!!”
            “Would you like me to contin—“
            “YES!” it was too much against her g spot, she needed it deeper, where she could feel filled to the brim but not so overstimulated. “Give me all of it. Right. Fucking. Now.” Her teeth were clenched; she could barely speak.
            “Inserting 100%, please stand by.” Andrea screamed, throwing her head back and losing her ability to breathe as nine more inches of virtual penis thrust inside her. She felt her body slide back, unable to take it all without stretching, but the moving floor slid her back towards it. She felt the space beyond her vagina warp as her body tried to accommodate the avatar’s penis. The vibrating tip pressed deep inside her, and her eyes began to roll back as she reached a quick and intense orgasm.
            “Uhhhhh… fuckkkkk.” She felt mindless, solely focused on enjoying that virtual dick. Her hand drifted down between her legs and she stroked her wet clit. Her back arched, her head felt light, it was perfect for her, just long enough to satisfy her tastes. “Ohh fuckkk. You’re so gooddddd, I’m gonna cuuuu—“
            It vanished. All of it vanished. Her insides filled the empty space where its penis existed just moments ago, and she felt her orgasm lose its intensity just as she reached it. “NO NO NOOOOO!” She tried rubbing her clit, inserting her fingers, but it was done. Her body couldn’t manage another; she just wasn’t able to. Andrea gave up, putting her arms out either side and catching her breath. She raised her head over to the chair: the light was off. Then she glanced at the loose panel: a light trail of smoke poured out the top of the opening, and up to the ceiling.
            Andrea forced herself to her feet. Her insides ached, and her legs felt weak. Her trousers were off, her lab coat was unbuttoned, and she’d made a mess all over the middle of the simulator room. The fans had failed to keep the processors cool enough, just as she knew they would. “Fuck it.” She left her trousers and made for the chair. With it, she opened the exit and left the chamber, fetching an extinguisher. She went back in and put the fire out, but didn’t bother to assess the damage. Sydney could do it. She was tired, and her orgasm was ruined.
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macleod · 1 year ago
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I know this tweet was sort of in jest, but they are. There are many many different projects working on this exact thing.
For every developer working on the latest predictive text algorithm, there is likely one or more that are working on either using the same algorithm, or an entirely different project working on real world-changing world-bettering solutions.
UNEP's World Environment Situation Room (WESR), launched in 2022, WESR curates, aggregates and visualizes the best available earth observation and sensor data to inform near real-time analysis and future predictions on multiple factors, including CO2 atmospheric concentration, changes in glacier mass and sea level rise.
Microsofts AI team has the "Ocean Cleanup" project that uses machine learning to identify plastic pollution in rivers and simulate how it moves in the ocean. These insights power passive cleanup systems to help remove plastic that impacts our ecosystems.
GarbageNet uses machine learning to divert compost and recyclables from landfills.
The BeachBot is a specially designed machine that can identify and remove small items of litter from beaches. It uses image recognition to find cigarette butts in the sand and picks them up.
The GEMS Air Pollution Monitoring platform is the largest global air quality information network in the world. IQAir aggregates data from over 25,000 air quality monitoring stations in more than 140 countries and leverages AI to offer insights on the impact of real-time air quality on populations and help inform health protection measures.
Seoul, South Korea is testing using AI tech to sort recyclables in a “Superbin” reverse vending machine. The technology recognises the material and recyclability of a bottle or a can by using a machine learning algorithm. Next, the robot compresses and stores the materials based on its reading.
25% of all water is wasted, WINT developed an AI to detect and stop leaks at the source. WINT does this by using pattern matching to detect water leaks. 
There are thousands of these projects, and a lot of the technical innovation in things such as ChatGPT or other AI tools you see are being used in ways that we can't even imagine at this very moment.
Engineers work to build a better world, they aren't a monolithic techbro capitalist that loves to throw processing power at a problem to make money from the fumes. A lot of engineers are actively working to apply all these new technologies to making the world a better place.
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How to Choose the Right High-Pressure Valves for Your Needs
We control the pressure and flow of compressed air using high-pressure valves. Which inflate preforms before shaping them into final products. The manufacturing process becomes cost-efficient and safe during the blowing stages. Where the operators control the valves to achieve the product’s stiffness. This post aims to provide an overview of the importance of high pressure valves in PET blow molding machines, along with their functions, types as well as their contribution to the maximum operational efficiency of the machines.
The Role of High-Pressure Valves in PET Blow Molding Machines
High pressure valves are a crucial part of the PET blow molding machine that controls the air flow and pressure within the machine. Their precise regulation is particularly important for product quality control.
Types of High-Pressure Valves Used in PET Blow Molding
1. Solenoid Valves: In PET blow molding machines, electronic command valves switch the compressed air supply with speed and precision. They are usually used to define blowing cycles.
2. Check Valves: These do not allow airflow from outside to the inside which helps to direct the airflow inside the system. 
3. Pressure Relief Valves: These valves will automatically get rid of extra pressure so as to prevent destruction of any equipment. Such valves are important in ensuring that the PET blow molding machine does not get overpressure.
4. Gate Valves: These are valves which allow or prevent the flow of compressed air and there are no in between states. In the PET blow molding process, we place valves in various locations, such as the preheating chamber or the blowing head.
The Impact of High-Pressure Valves on PET Blow Molding
Ensures consistent product quality and reduced defects.
Contributes to efficient production by minimizing downtime and optimizing blowing process.
Prevents equipment damage and accidents by releasing excess pressure.
Reduces maintenance costs and improves machine efficiency, leading to long-term cost savings.
Maintenance and Inspection of High-Pressure Valves in PET Blow Molding Machines
Optimum functioning and durability of high pressure valves can be maintained by regular inspection process including maintenance. If any maintenance is ignored, there are chances of failure, delay in equipment availability and many other such adverse effects.
1. Key Maintenance Tasks: Inspect valves on a regular basis for wear, corrosion, leaks or any other malfunction. Lubricate valve stems and packing as directed by the manufacturer to reduce friction and abrasion associated with premature failure. Replace valve packing whenever necessary to avoid leaks. Also inspect valve seats and stems for damage or repairs. Valves should be tested periodically for operation at the correct pressure setting.
2. Inspection Frequency: Valve inspections and maintenance frequency depends on the operating environment, valve type, and manufacturer’s recommendations. A general guideline is to check valves daily for leaks and unusual noises, weekly for lubrication and wear, monthly for a thorough inspection, and annually for comprehensive disassembly and cleaning.
Common Problems and Troubleshooting
Why valves are inspected and serviced varies depending on the operating conditions, type of valve and instructions provided by the manufacturers. Another common approach is to check the valves for leaks and abnormal noises every day, lubricate the valves and assess their wear once a week, perform a detailed and thorough evaluation of the valves on a monthly basis and finally disassemble and clean all parts of the valves once a year.
Choosing pneumatic products is important in terms of safety, efficiency, and longevity, so one should choose good quality pneumatic products. However, demanding industrial applications are challenging, and substandard parts can lead to frequent breakdowns, high maintenance costs, and safety hazards. VS Enterprise’s Mercury Pneumatics products are designed under pressure to minimize downtime and maximize productivity, so you are investing in components that will perform under pressure.
Common Problems and Troubleshooting for High-Pressure Valves in PET Blow Molding Machines
Like any other part of automated equipment, high-pressure valves in PET blow molding machines can develop a variety of problems over time. The following are frequently occurring problems and their solutions:
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Leaking Valves: This problem can come from many factors such as wear of packing, loosening of valves, etc. Check the packing, inspect the valve seat, control connections, and analyze the corrosion to solve this problem.
Sticking Valves: Debris, corrosion, or improper lubrication can cause issues. Troubleshooting involves cleaning the valve, lubricating the stem, and inspecting for corrosion, which can be repaired or replaced.
Incorrect Pressure Settings: Any pressure gauge may have problems due to improper calibration or any mechanical faults. Troubleshooting in this context includes checking the calibration, correcting such mechanical faults and replacing the pressure where necessary.
Excessive Noise: Cavitation, loose parts or mechanical problems can cause this problem. Check that the valve is installed correctly and is operating at the correct pressure, inspect for loose parts, and perform a thorough inspection for troubleshooting.
Frequent Failures: What leads to problems with the valve are defects, incorrect installation or overuse. Diagnostics suggests replacing valves, checking their installation, and performing preventive maintenance in order to prolong the usage and functionality of the valves.
Conclusion
Selecting the right high-pressure valve for your needs is essential for achieving reliable performance, safety, and efficiency in applications like PET blow molding. By considering factors such as valve type, pressure requirements, material compatibility, and maintenance needs, you can ensure that your valve choice aligns with your operational demands. Properly chosen valves not only enhance production quality but also reduce downtime, minimize maintenance costs, and improve overall equipment longevity. Taking the time to evaluate your specific application needs and consult with manufacturers or specialists can make a significant difference in the performance and durability of your high-pressure systems.
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disasteramerica · 7 days ago
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Protect Your Home: Water Damage Prevention Tips
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Water damage can strike unexpectedly due to common issues like leaky roofs, clogged gutters, and faulty pipes. Even a small leak can lead to significant structural problems, damaging walls, floors, and ceilings while promoting mold growth. Preventing issues is important for maintaining your home’s integrity and avoiding costly repairs and health risks.  At Disaster America, proactive prevention and regular maintenance can save homeowners thousands of dollars and protect their well-being.
Identify Potential Problem Areas for Water Damage
Roof and Gutters: Clogged gutters can lead to roof leaks, damaging walls and ceilings. Regularly clean gutters and inspect the roof for wear to prevent costly leaks.
Windows and Doors: Unsealed windows and doors allow rainwater to enter, harming walls and floors. Check seals and apply weatherproofing to keep moisture out and improve energy efficiency.
Basements and Foundations:  Basements are vulnerable to moisture issues from groundwater seeping through foundation cracks. Inspect for cracks regularly, repair them, and consider waterproofing to prevent future damage.
Essential Prevention Tips for Every Season
Roof and Gutters
Check the roof for damage and clear away debris or moss that could trap moisture. Clean gutters so rainwater flows away from your home, preventing potential water buildup.
Spring and Summer Tips
Inspect the roof and gutters after winter to remove debris and ensure clear water flow. Check the soil grading around your home to direct water away from the foundation and fix any pipe leaks.
Fall and Winter Tips
Remove leaves and debris from gutters to prevent blockages that lead to backups. Insulate pipes to avoid freezing and bursting, and seal gaps around windows and doors to keep moisture out.
Do It Yourself vs. Professional Inspections
Roof and Gutters
Clean gutters and downspouts regularly to prevent clogs that block water flow. Inspect the roof for damaged or missing shingles that may lead to leaks.
What You Can Check Yourself
Look under sinks for leaks, test faucets, and check ceilings for water stains. Test basement sump pumps and inspect appliances like dishwashers and washing machines for leaks.
When to Call a Professional
Hire a roofing expert to check for leaks or damaged shingles and a plumber for pipe inspections and corrosion. A foundation specialist can detect and repair cracks, preventing water from seeping.
Waterproofing Techniques and Tools
Waterproofing Tips
Apply caulk around windows and doors to keep moisture from entering your home. Paint basement walls waterproof and place a dehumidifier in damp areas to control humidity levels. These steps help protect your home from moisture issues.
Exterior Waterproofing Tips
Grade the soil around your home so water flows away from the foundation. Fill small cracks with foundation sealant to prevent water intrusion. Installing a French drain can also help manage excess water and protect your home.
Preventing Mold Growth: Essential Tips to Protect Your Home
How Excess Moisture Leads to Mold and Health Risks
Mold thrives in damp environments, making excess moisture in your home a perfect breeding ground. When left unchecked, mold can grow quickly on surfaces, leading to unpleasant odors and damage. It can also trigger health issues like allergies and respiratory infections, affecting your family's well-being.
Tips for Controlling Humidity Indoors
Keeping indoor humidity below 60% is key to preventing mold growth by reducing the moisture mold needs. Use dehumidifiers in areas prone to dampness, like basements and laundry rooms. Ensure good ventilation with exhaust fans in kitchens and bathrooms to help keep the air dry.
Fix Leaks Promptly to Avoid Mold
Even small leaks can lead to mold if not fixed, as they continuously add moisture to indoor spaces. To catch problems early, regularly check for leaks under sinks, around pipes, and in the bathroom. Repairing leaks quickly helps maintain a healthy environment and prevent mold from forming.
Regular Maintenance Checklist
Spring Checklist
Spring is a great time to check your roof for winter damage, like missing or cracked shingles. Clean your gutters and inspect windows and doors for gaps that need caulking to keep moisture out, protecting your home from potential issues.
Summer Checklist
In summer, clear debris from your air conditioning unit to keep it running efficiently. Test outdoor faucets and irrigation systems for leaks and fix any issues to conserve water and prevent costly repairs.
Fall Checklist
Before winter arrives, clean your gutters to prevent clogs that can lead to ice dams. Check the roof for loose shingles and insulate exposed pipes to prevent freezing and major issues when the cold weather hits.
Winter Checklist
During winter, watch for ice dams on the roof to avoid leaks, check indoor humidity levels to prevent mold growth, and test smoke and carbon monoxide detectors to ensure they work properly for a safe and healthy home.
Tips for Setting Reminders
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What to Do if a Leak Occurs
Turn Off the Water Source
Quickly find and turn off the water source to stop more water from leaking. This may mean shutting off the main valve or unplugging a leaking appliance. Stopping the water flow is essential to prevent further damage.
Remove Excess Water
Start removing standing water with a mop, towels, or a wet/dry vacuum. The faster you dry up the water, the less damage it can cause to your home. Quick action helps mitigate lasting issues and protect your property from further harm.
Document the Damage
Before cleaning, take clear photos or videos of the affected areas. This documentation is important for filing insurance claims later, as it provides proof of the extent of the damage you experienced.
Move Personal Belongings to Safety
If it's safe, move furniture, electronics, and valuables to a dry area. Protecting these items early can help reduce losses, and this step minimizes the risk of additional damage to your belongings.
Dry and Ventilate the Area
Open windows and use fans or dehumidifiers to dry the area quickly. Proper ventilation helps prevent mold from growing, and fast drying is key to avoiding further complications.
Contact Your Insurance Provider
Call your insurance provider to report the damage and start a claim. Be ready to share the documentation you’ve gathered. This step is vital for getting the support you need for repairs.
Seek Professional Help if Needed
If the damage is extensive, consider hiring a professional restoration service. They have the tools and expertise to properly handle large-scale issues effectively. Professional help ensures your home is thoroughly restored.
Prevent Mold Growth Early
Mold can form within 24-48 hours, so act fast to prevent it. After drying, use anti-mold sprays on damp areas and check for musty odors. Taking these steps early can save you from serious mold issues later.
Swift Recovery When You Need It Most: Your Trusted Restoration Partner
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Comprehensive disaster recovery services are available throughout Texas, including Houston, Tomball, Spring, Klein, Katy, Cypress, Magnolia, The Woodlands, Conroe, Montgomery, Sugar Land, Galveston, Baytown, Missouri City, League City, Huntsville, Bryan, College Station, Pasadena, Pearland, Navasota, Kingwood, Humble, and Jersey Village. Our commitment to serving communities across the state ensures we are always available during emergencies, especially in urgent situations.
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Conclusion 
Preventing water damage is important for keeping your home strong and safe for your family. Homeowners can save money and avoid health problems by spotting issues early, doing regular maintenance throughout the year, and acting quickly if problems arise. Knowing when to call professionals for big problems is important, as they have the right tools and expertise. By staying proactive, you can protect your home from serious issues. Disaster America is ready to help with water restoration if you face any damage, ensuring your home stays safe and secure.
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How Seasonal Shifts Affect Elevator Efficiency & Care
Elevators are essential in our daily lives. They help us move between floors easily. But did you know that seasonal changes can affect their performance? In this article, we will explore how different seasons impact elevators. We will also provide tips for their maintenance. Understanding these factors can help ensure safety and reliability.
The Impact of Winter on Elevators
Winter brings cold weather and snow. These conditions can affect elevators in many ways:
Temperature Fluctuations: Cold weather can cause metal parts to contract. This can lead to misalignment.
Icy Conditions: Snow and ice can create slippery surfaces. This may affect elevator doors and landings.
Increased Load: People wear heavy coats in winter. This can add extra weight to the elevator.
Winter Maintenance Tips
To keep elevators running smoothly in winter, consider these tips:
Inspect all parts regularly. Look for signs of rust or wear.
Keep the elevator lobby and landing clear of snow and ice.
Check door sensors to ensure they function correctly.
The Effects of Spring on Elevators
Spring is a time of renewal. The weather warms up, and things start to bloom. However, spring can also bring challenges:
Rain and Humidity: Increased moisture can cause electrical issues. Water can affect the elevator's control systems.
Pollen and Dust: Spring brings more allergens. These can build up in the elevator system, affecting air quality.
Increased Usage: People go out more in spring. This can lead to higher elevator traffic.
Spring Maintenance Tips
To prepare for spring, follow these maintenance tips:
Check for water leaks around the elevator shaft.
Clean air filters to ensure good air circulation.
Inspect all electrical components for moisture damage.
The Summer Season and Elevators
Summer brings heat and humidity. These conditions can also impact elevator performance:
Heat Expansion: High temperatures can cause metal parts to expand. This may lead to mechanical issues.
Overheating: Elevators working harder can overheat. This may cause shutdowns or malfunctions.
Increased Traffic: Summer vacations mean more people using elevators.
Summer Maintenance Tips
To keep elevators safe in summer, implement these tips:
Ensure proper ventilation in the elevator machine room.
Check hydraulic fluid levels regularly.
Inspect cooling systems to prevent overheating.
The Autumn Challenges for Elevators
Autumn brings its own set of challenges:
Falling Leaves: Leaves can accumulate around the elevator entrance. This can create slip hazards.
Temperature Changes: Sudden drops in temperature can affect elevator performance.
Increased Moisture: Rain is common in autumn. This can lead to water pooling in elevator pits.
Autumn Maintenance Tips
To prepare elevators for autumn, consider these tips:
Clear leaves and debris from elevator entrances.
Inspect the elevator pit for water accumulation.
Test emergency systems to ensure they function correctly.
Seasonal Maintenance Checklists
Creating a seasonal maintenance checklist is essential for elevator upkeep. Here are some general guidelines:
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Why Regular Maintenance is Important
Regular maintenance is crucial for several reasons:
Safety: Well-maintained elevators are safer for users.
Longevity: Regular upkeep can extend the life of the elevator.
Cost-Effective: Preventative maintenance can save money in the long run.
Frequently Asked Questions
How Do Temperature Changes Affect Elevators?
Temperature variations can lead to mechanical stress, impacting the efficiency and reliability of elevator systems.
What Maintenance Is Needed For Elevators In Winter?
Winter requires regular inspection of heaters, lubricants, and door mechanisms to prevent freezing and ensure smooth operation.
How Does Humidity Impact Elevator Performance?
High humidity can cause corrosion and affect the electrical components, leading to potential operational failures.
What Should Be Checked During Seasonal Maintenance?
Inspect cables, pulleys, and control systems to ensure optimal performance throughout the changing seasons.
Conclusion
Seasonal changes can significantly impact elevator performance and upkeep. Each season brings unique challenges. By understanding these factors, you can ensure your elevator runs smoothly year-round. Regular maintenance is key to safety and reliability. Follow the seasonal tips provided to keep elevators in top shape. Remember, a well-maintained elevator is a safe elevator.
Learn more: What Features Should Be Prioritized When Selecting Passenger Elevators?
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