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mecachrome · 2 months

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notes from nicole piastri's interview on red flags pod

oscar started playing monopoly and chess when he was 4-5 but he was too good at chess (relative to nicole) that she boycotted it

nicole opened her twitter account because oscar wasn't replying to her at boarding school and she needed a place to chastise him ("can you not answer... i KNOW you're on your phone") (it worked because he started replying to her there)

instead of unflappable she calls him "conservative"

even during christmas and birthdays he was never super excited, one time they went with a group of 5 mums and 5 kids to a hi-5 concert (popular australian kids' musical group) and while all the kids were "going nuts" oscar just sat there "focused the whole time" and didn't smile or move lmfao. they were like 3 years old

didn't know what she was doing with oscar as a baby because he was her first child and her mothers' group was her only reference and they went "isn't the best part of the day when you wake up and go to their crib and they smile at you?" and she was like ??? because oscar would wake up and just SCREAM every single day needing to be out of there immediately and she thought that was just normal... then she had the girls and went "ahhhh... so that's what they're talking about"

when he was younger than 2 he needed them to read car magazines to him and was already obsessed with all things automotive and while they were driving would just name off and point out car brands by their badges

for a long period of time he behaved like he was a car and would "spin" his wheels and pretend to accelerate and run like a car lol

did a big burnout the first time he was on a bike (it had training wheels but he still learned very early)

as a mum she wishes he'd chosen golf or tennis since it's much safer than f1 and sometimes people tell her that she technically had a say in that when he was a kid and she said "but i didn't! it was just in him!!!"

won an academic award when he was 13 and she was president of the parents' community so she presented it to him, normally these events are super formal and you simply shake hands but she gave him a big kiss and instead of acting embarrassed or spluttering he looked at the crowd, nodded silently, and walked off

came back for the summer a few years ago and they were biking on the beach together when she had to brake hard to avoid a kid and went over, when she recovered and got back on he went "are you all right?" very deadpan but after they got home they checked his heart rate monitor and saw that he was totally steady the whole time except for when she crashed and his heart rate went through the roof, told him "ah so you do have a heart... we just don't see it"

"there's no sibling that can piss him off?" "well he's a boy with three girls so he just doesn't go there because he's never going to win"

met lily in person for the first time when he came home for the melbourne grand prix (was still alpine reserve), at midnight oscar was like "hey mum you know the dts film crew are coming tomorrow morning right?" and she was like WHAT... and he was like yeah it'll be chill they just want to film us having breakfast like a normal family or whatever and she was like Mate you haven't lived here for 5 years now do you know what breakfast looks like. it looks like your sisters storming downstairs and grabbing an inappropriate breakfast and storming out the door giving me the finger!!! and then the next morning lily comes down and nicole is like "oh is oscar up?" and lily is like no... i think he's still in bed... (many such cases) and then mae refused to be in it so she got dressed and ran off to school 2 hours early to escape them. and then the mclaren fiasco happened and the whole thing got cut out of dts anyway

when she said "oh my god you met matt damon!" he was just like (shrugs) "yeah... yeah..."

they communicate by facetiming and he's Always lying in bed. one time in bahrain he was leaning back on an ornate tapestry and she asked what hotel he was staying at and he was like oh i'm at the royal palace i'm like a guest of the crown prince. she freaked out and was like "oh my god!!! get your head off the tapestry!!!" and he just looked back like ? no it's fine it looks pretty old lol

called her to tell her that he signed his f1 contract and when he said mclaren she Realized and was like oh no i love daniel!! and he straight up deadpanned "yeah everyone loves daniel. that's going to be a problem..." and said verbatim "of all the f1 drivers ever daniel is the worst one to be replacing"

one time in f4 chris couldn't go to a race and billy monger had just had his crash so she flew to the uk for the weekend to support him and when she was driving him back to boarding school she was happy because she had 2 hours to spend with him and she wasn't sure when she'd see him again but instead he slept the whole way through and the moment they got back to school he went "ahhhh... home sweet home" and she wanted to slap him lmfao

first day of primary school when he was 5 years old he said he didn't need her to walk him to school and she was like "well i actually do mate" so he forced her to walk behind him the whole way and the moment they got there he turned to her and went "all right i'm here you can go now" 😭

the chinese & italian & yugoslavian is on chris's side of the family while nicole's is scottish & irish ("that's where the pasty skin comes from")

red flags pod sent her a shirt with oscar's face composed of His Tweet and she showed it to him and he immediately said he wanted it

he gave her a small warning before he posted the tweet but it was just like "mum so this is going to happen just don't worry about it. it's all under control. it'll be fine" and was very calm the whole time

"we just had to trust that his personality would come through at some point, because the way he came across was not at all what he's like. people will work out who the real you is so just continue to do what you do" 🥺

all of the kids were obsessed with Cars (2006)

likes his mum's golden syrup dumplings and grandmother's rumballs

AT THE SINGAPORE GP IN 2023 HATTIE DISAPPEARED FOR HOURS TO GO SEE A K-POP CONCERT 😭😭😭😭 i think it was p1h lmfao (nicole was asked for her favorite group and went "i have no idea. five boys") ((it's txt)) meanwhile oscar is only into house music and she thinks everything he plays is the same song

did pilates when he went home but never with her and thinks it's a lot harder than it looks

takes him minimum 24 hours to respond to anything she sends

she had an exact conversation with oscar where she asked who he wanted to be teammates with and he said "well if i go up against lando i don't even have to get close the first year because everyone knows how good he is" 😭

oscar you are so you 🧡

#listening to podcasts on 2.5x speed is my passion #oscar piastri #text #*m #op meta

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special-agent-sass · 1 year

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It’s my first time posting my writing. Go easy on me!

A Reckless Encounter

I've always been a fighter. From the moment I took my first breath in this chaotic world, I learned to battle against the odds that life threw at me. It wasn't easy, though. Growing up with an abusive father, I sought refuge in drugs and alcohol, drowning my sorrows in a haze of self-destruction.

But life had a funny way of throwing curveballs. One fateful night, my reckless ways caught up with me, and I found myself being arrested. As luck would have it, instead of languishing in a jail cell, I was given a chance at redemption in the Marines as an Automotive Maintenance Technician.

The Marines whipped me into shape, physically and mentally, and instilled within me a sense of discipline. After years of service, I decided to embark on a new journey as a field agent for Gibbs’ NCIS team. Gibbs, was an enigma—gruff, tough, and intriguing. And damn, did he stir something within me.

We clashed like thunder and lightning, our arguments a constant symphony in the bullpen. He berated me for my reckless behavior, and I shot back with my signature stubbornness. But beneath our heated exchanges, there were sparks of chemistry, a magnetic pull that had us tiptoeing the line between professionalism and desire.

One day, during a particularly tense mission, I made a costly mistake. Gibbs threatened to strip me of my field duties.

The team, briefing room. Now," he barks, his voice firm and commanding.

I walk into the room, feeling the weight of Gibbs' gaze burning into the back of my head. Tony and McGee sit on one side, exchanging playful banter. Ziva stands off to the side, her eyes flickering with curiosity.

Gibbs glares at me as he enters, his eyes filled with a mix of annoyance and concern. I try to avoid his gaze, but it's like a magnet drawing me in.

"Y/n," he starts, his deep voice cutting through the tension.

I take a deep breath, mentally preparing myself for the onslaught of reprimands.

"You made a mistake out there. A big one," Gibbs continues, his voice low and controlled.

I clench my fists, feeling the anger bubbling up inside me. I refuse to let him treat me like a child.

"You can't keep going out on field ops if you're gonna put the whole team at risk," he growls. I feel a surge of adrenaline rush through my veins. This is it. The moment I've been waiting for. The moment where all my pent-up frustrations come to the surface

But I didn’t! Quit treating me like a damn rookie!" I shouted. "So either take me off field ops or get the hell off my back."

Gibbs looked like he wanted to slap me upside the head. But instead, he just glared and walked out without another word.

~time skip cause I’m lazy lmao”

Suddenly, my phone buzzes. A new case. I glance at Gibbs. But his steely gaze is fixed on me. Not in anger, but something else entirely. Gibbs breaks the silence. "Alright, Y/L/N, you think you can handle this mission?" Gibbs asked, his voice laced with skepticism. I knew he was questioning my abilities, but I wasn't about to back down.

"Of course I can, Gibbs," I replied, my voice dripping with confidence. "I've been through worse."

Gibbs narrowed his eyes at me, clearly not amused. "Don't let your recklessness get in the way. We're dealing with dangerous criminals here."

I smirked at him, unable to resist pushing his buttons. "Would you prefer me to be cautious and boring?” Gibbs stepped closer. Our nose were millimetres apart. His icy blue eyes filled with rage. “Watch your tone, Y/L/N.” I took a second to process what he said before I smirked and said “Are we gonna fight or make out because I’m getting some mixed signals here, Jet.”

Gibbs froze, his jaw dropping slightly. I could practically see the gears turning in his head as he processed my words. But before he could respond, I turned on my heel and walked away, leaving him speechless.

As the days turned into weeks, the tension between us grew. We argued, we clashed, and yet, there was an unspoken connection, a chemistry that neither of us could deny. We went through the motions, burying our feelings under Gibbs' infamous Rule Twelve.

But fate has a way of knocking sense into us when we least expect it. On one particularly dangerous assignment, I found myself in a life-or-death situation. The fear gripped me as I looked into the eyes of mortality.

And in that moment, it hit me like a ton of bricks. I couldn't hold back my feelings any longer.

As I lay there, battered and bruised, Gibbs rushed to my side. His voice was filled with worry as he yelled my name. And in a hoarse whisper, I confessed, "I don't want to die without you knowing how I feel."

And just like that, the floodgates opened. Gibbs confessed his own feelings, his voice shaking with emotion.

We had fought, we had argued, and we had danced around each other for so long. But in that moment, we both knew that love had a funny way of finding us in the midst of chaos.

The end

#gibbs x reader #ncis gibbs #gibbs x y/n #jethro gibbs imagine #leroy jethro gibbs #jethro gibbs

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rokhal · 8 months

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ANGR Magical Girl AU: Wrong Universe

The Robbie I usually write wakes up in the Ghost Rider Magical Girl AU.

I figured that in Magical Girl AU, Robbie is likely to go to Lisa to ask for help walking in heels (assuming Johnny's tips are less than useful) and Lisa gets so excited at the prospect of Robbie participating in drag and he denies that's what he's doing but refuses to explain so in her desire to be supportive she ends up stalking him so she can cheer for him at his show and ends up finding out that he's a magical girl which somehow makes a lot more sense. She becomes a valuable member of the team because she has social skills. Of a sort.

If anything here contradicts any other ideas anyone else has in the works, MULTIVERSE BAYBEE it's noncanon :) The Sharpie thing is purely a case of Great Minds Think Alike though. I saw that in Moose's fic and was like, twins!

This is way too long 😭

As Robbie scrubbed the brake cleaner off his hands, the axle grease wiped away and so did the black Sharpie he’d hastily scribbled onto his fingernails that morning. His bright pink fingernails. If it was nail polish, the brake cleaner should be taking that off, too; he scrubbed hopefully at his thumbnail but this was as useless as the acetone he’d tried before resorting to Sharpie.

He’d woken up feeling more normal than he had in a long time. The pleasant sensation of a full night’s rest had faded as he’d gotten dressed and made Gabe breakfast. His bad eye was mysteriously back to normal and the scar on his forehead was completely gone, but his goatee was shaved off, he had some kind of jewel embedded in his chest, his fingernails were pink, and. And Gabe wasn’t his Gabe. It was Gabe’s face, and Gabe’s smile, but instead of cartoon and comic book heroes filling his shelves and plastered all over his door, it was sparkly anime girls and Japanese motorcycle riders; he was happier, stronger legs and steadier hands, and he didn’t second-guess Robbie’s every expression and movement or double-check his identity after every time Robbie left his sight. Robbie spent half an hour tossing the bathroom looking for his epilepsy meds before he checked the app on his phone where he tracked expenses and found that this Gabe had been off them for an entire year.

The apartment was mostly the same; same view across Hillrock Lane out the apartment window, same pile of automotive magazines on the coffee table—now with manga mixed in—same thrifted art on the walls. Robbie had wondered if he was still asleep, and dreaming, or better, if the last two years had been a long and vivid nightmare, until he noticed the time and realized that he’d missed Gabe’s bus and was about to be late to work. He’d stuffed a stale tortilla in his mouth and gnawed on it while grabbing a pair of coveralls and helping Gabe into the Charger to get to school. He’d dropped Gabe off and made it all the way to Canelo’s before he realized that he hadn’t heard from Eli all morning.

He stood now under a half-disassembled Chevy Tahoe, scrubbing desperately at his glossy pink fingernails as though with enough solvent and friction he could wipe himself from this world and return to his own body, his own curse, his own Hillrock Heights, his own brother. He simply had no better ideas.

“Reyes!” Canelo barked from across the shop, and he jumped, dropped the can of brake cleaner. “Quit daydreaming!”

Eli would have had a snide comment about how Canelo ought to mind his own fucking business or risk getting disemboweled. Robbie checked the time and added up the hours he was due by the end of the day, for future reference in case Canelo rounded his pay down when it was due next week. If he was still here next week. He couldn’t be stuck here until next week but he didn’t know to do anything but work. Did his other self know anybody here who dealt with interdimensional travel and too-pleasant dreams? He wasn’t a Ghost Rider here, Johnny Blaze wouldn’t have any reason to have met him…

...But he was a something.

What the hell was he now?

He was on the clock, that’s what. He had a job he knew how to do, to provide for a brother he loved, even though neither of them were his, and he would reinstall this truck’s axles and wheel bearings and not get his alternate self fired and then he would, somehow, figure out how to get home. (Dread filled him.) (He hadn’t fantasized about murdering anyone all morning.) (The world felt brighter, his senses more vivid, his flesh and skin snug over his bones, and he could believe for the first time in a long time that he might be safe for others to be around.)

“You alright, son?” Canelo asked from two feet behind him, and Robbie hit his head on the Tahoe’s subframe. It didn’t hurt as much as it probably should have. Canelo was just standing there, frowning a little. “Take five, I’ll get you some ice.”

What the hell, Robbie thought, and no one answered.

Canelo did, indeed, return from the break room with an ice pack. No one else at the shop seemed to think this was unusual. Marty winced at Robbie and patted his own head, mouthing, You okay? and even Ramon grunted sympathetically at him. Robbie retreated to the bathroom where he pressed the ice pack to the starting bruise and stared himself down in the mirror. Without his beard, he looked young and delicate—that’s why he’d grown it. But it wasn’t just the beard; his eyes were brighter, his skin was smoother, the scar through his eyebrow had faded—all the scars on his hands were gone, too, the bashed knuckles and burns and scrapes that were inevitable if you worked with cars all day. He looked tender and undamaged. He looked like someone worth protecting.

He had a terrible thought and whispered, “Talk to me. I’m not doing this on purpose but if I know you’re in here I think I can give you your body back.” He stared uncomfortably into his own eyes, but the back of his mind was silent.

He got out his phone—same PIN as usual—and checked his contacts list. Johnny Blaze was on there, but Johnny Blaze had almost killed him and Eli the first time they’d met; how would Johnny react to some strange, murderous version of Robbie wearing the skin of the Robbie he knew? He couldn’t beat Johnny in a fight in the real world. He didn’t know how to explain himself. There was nothing to do but finish the Tahoe.

The day rolled on, he returned the Tahoe to drivable condition and did a couple tune-ups and oil changes, and he snagged a moment to Sharpie his nails black again. He wasn’t afraid of nail polish—he had black nail polish at home somewhere, eyeliner too—but pink was not his style and was liable to attract the wrong kind of attention, especially with how...how he looked, in this world. (What was he? Was he something that could fight, defend itself? There was no fire waiting under his skin to consume his human weakness.)

He was puzzling over a set of trouble codes from a fifteen-year-old Nissan Maxima when his phone buzzed. If this version of himself worked on the same logic, he’d set it up to mute unknown numbers but programmed in all Gabe’s teachers and therapists. He dug into his pocket under his coveralls and checked it. It was Lisa, saved in his contacts list with a photo he didn’t remember taking: familiar bright hair and smile, raising two fingers in a V in front of one eye while her other hand displayed a river rock with a large hole worn through the center, dangling from a pink ribbon.

This was not a conversation he was ready to have. He ended the call. A minute later, she called again. Robbie walked to the time clock and punched out as he answered. “Uh, what’s up.”

Screeching and howling and buzzing in the background. “Omigod where are you?” Lisa demanded. She sounded out of breath.

“Work,” Robbie said, baffled. “What’s going on, are you okay?”

“What do you mean what’s—” Banging, panting. “Where’s Eli?”

A chill unfurled under his skin, his hand grew numb as he gripped his phone case. “What are you talking about.”

“Did you lock him in the freezer again?” Lisa demanded. What. “I know he’s annoying—”

“That’s one word for it,” Robbie muttered, swallowing bile.

“—but he’s an essential member of the team!”

“What team?”

Lisa paused. “The, the team,” she said hesitantly. “The Guardians of Hillrock Heights. Robbie, you. You know what you do helps people, right?”

He was disappointing her somehow—no, worse, letting her down. “Yeah, of course, I, uh.” Eli existed here, but this Lisa knew about him; obviously this version of Robbie had trusted her more. Or she’d just stalked him and figured it out. “What do you need me to do?”

“Get to the Cecil Hotel,” Lisa panted. “Bring Eli. And stay and talk to me after you transform back.”

Transform. Robbie rubbed the hard pink jewel embedded in his sternum. “Right. Okay.”

He left the time clock and approached Canelo’s office, racking his brain for some excuse—a lie about Gabe? A medical appointment? When he opened the door, Canelo met his eyes and sighed. “Again? Well, go on.” Robbie stared at him. He wasn’t even scowling. “What do you want, a hug? Go do your thing.”

He ran out of the shop and threw himself into the Charger. As he sped out of the parking lot, he almost clipped off one of its mirrors against the security gate. He grabbed his phone and started to search for the Cecil Hotel while making a left turn onto Atlantic Boulevard and almost crashed head-on into an F-250; he couldn’t drive and use his phone at the same time anymore. The phone dropped to the floorboards and he pulled hastily to the side of the road, cursing.

His connection to the Charger was different here, too. Still there, but weaker. Possibly just in his head. He tried to stretch out into it anyway, feeling its vibrations, listening to the loping chug of its idle and the continuous hiss of its supercharger, but his consciousness stayed firmly in his human body.

He heard something clank in the trunk.

Atlantic Boulevard was not a good place for a street fight. Robbie found his phone, pulled up a route to the Cecil, took a detour in an alley behind a warehouse. He hit the gas and slammed the brakes a couple times before shutting down the car and sprinting around the back to pop the trunk, confront this alternate version of his uncle, slam the trunk on his neck while he was still dazed, kill him like this alternate Robbie wasn’t yet sullied enough to do.

There was no washed-up mob henchman wriggling in the Charger’s trunk. Robbie found a couple bags of school supplies, a tool box, and a big first-aid kit, nothing sinister, and then in the shadows, oddly, something pink and shiny—one of this Gabe’s collectibles? A Beanie Baby?

“FUCK,” the pink thing bellowed, and then it unspooled and slipped up over the edge of the trunk, hit the ground with a slap, and slithered away, S-curves glittering in the sun as it struggled against the smooth pavement. Robbie gaped, then chased after it. Him. Eli was making slow progress and Robbie caught up quickly, but he turned on a dime; Robbie headed him off away from a nearby dumpster and danced around him for almost a minute before he had the idea to shrug off his jacket and throw it on Eli’s head. Eli backed out from under it but by this time Robbie had him by the neck. “Look. Revenge is, you don’t got the mindset for it? There’s healing in forgiveness. It makes you more stable. Less prone to violent, emotional outbursts. Kid. Kid! We had our differences, but it was the situation, the close quarters, you know? You’d do the same in my position, I just wanted to live, I had unfinished business! And now, heh, you got a body, I got a body, we can go our separate ways. Kid? Hey?”

Eli was a shimmery pink snake about half-again as long as Robbie’s arm. He had round shining eyes in a hundred shades of rose, and the large scale between them was shaped like a heart. His forked tongue sparkled as it scented the air. His voice was exactly the same.

“You, uh. Look different.”

Robbie had a sinking feeling that stomping the snake’s head under his boot wouldn’t be doing this world’s Robbie any favors. He dangled Eli in one fist at arm’s length—an essential member of the team. “You don’t know what’s going on, either.”

“Believe it or not, I’m not the cause of everything that goes wrong in your life.”

“Lisa wants us at the Cecil Hotel,” Robbie said, returning to the Charger and dumping Eli on the passenger seat. “She requested you by name. We’re gonna take care of whatever’s going on and figure it out from there.”

“The Cecil, huh? Good times.”

“Don’t tell me you killed people there.”

“I won’t.” Eli awkwardly pressed his long narrow body against the door, slowly lifting his head toward the window. Robbie took a hard left and Eli slipped sideways between the seat and the side pillar. “Fuck.”

“Apparently you’re important for some reason.”

“Can you not act like my existence is an imposition for two seconds.”

Robbie slammed his fist into the steering wheel. “You exist because you committed human sacrifice.” Eli slithered out of view behind the passenger seat. Robbie took a breath. “You’re a talking pink snake here. You probably have magic powers.”

“Pink?”

“You color-blind, too?”

Eli was silent for the rest of the drive. Robbie hoped he was figuring out what magic powers he had, otherwise they’d just have to wing it.

Hotel Cecil was a trio of brick buildings spanning half a city block and joined by skywalks. The complex had probably been impressive before the invention of reinforced concrete. No longer a failing hotel for people falling down the ladder of society, it was being converted to affordable housing for people crawling back up. Robbie parked across the street and squinted up at it. He was pretty sure the walls weren’t supposed to be covered in gray goo, but there was a ghost tour or something right there on the sidewalk and none of the tourists were taking pictures. Maybe it was a maintenance thing? An art installation?

“Huh,” Eli said, finally squirming his way up onto the dashboard to take a look.

Robbie texted Lisa: Here.

Her reply was immediate. Fourth floor front building room 73

No emojis. That couldn’t be good. “Any ideas on how to get inside?” Robbie asked.

“Put on your spare coveralls and act pissy.”

Robbie could have thought of that himself, but he had no better ideas. He stomped through the graffitoed doors of the unassuming entryway and through the unexpectedly grand marble halls of the lobby floor, scowling like he’d been called in on his day off to fix a plumbing catastrophe that could have been prevented by routine maintenance the previous week, and glancing up now and again at the pulsing tangle of veins the color of neglected differential fluid that wormed between the ceiling lights and which no one else seemed to notice. Eli wrapped himself around Robbie’s neck like a scarf; uncomfortably close, but better, at least logically, than having him ride along in his thoughts like usual.

“Art nouveau,” Eli commented, peering up an angular gold-and-green wall sconce beside a statue in an alcove whose opening was carved to look like palm leaves and Egyptian columns. “Classy place full of staff who don’t ask stupid questions.”

“Shut up,” Robbie hissed. They reached the pair of elevators that served this part of the complex: just two, and one was out of order. A big brass dial on the top indicated that the elevator was on the eighth floor, and going up. Robbie stabbed the button irritably, then gave up and ran for the stairs.

On the fourth floor, the gray veins were so thick that the ceiling looked a foot lower than it should have been, and the light sconces were mostly covered. Somehow, the light escaped anyway, leaving the carpet brightly lit and the air at shoulder-height and above dim like twilight. Robbie watched a tall man in a business suit strolling down the hall, his entire head vanishing into the pulsing fleshy mass. “Keep your head down, there’s gray magical crap on the ceiling,” Eli informed him.

Robbie felt a moment of glee that Eli couldn’t just look out through his eyes anymore. “I noticed.”

“Try touching it. Left hand.”

Robbie poked one of the ceiling tentacles with his left pinkie finger as he advanced down the hall toward room 73, and cringed as the rock in his chest seemed to shudder in protest. The gray flesh was clammy and yielding, leaving his finger numb as he pulled away. Even if it was invisible, how did anyone walk around with their whole head swimming in this stuff without noticing? What was it doing to the people it enveloped?

He passed room fifty, and noticed that the higher the numbers progressed, the thicker the veins overhead pulsed and the lower they sagged, growing to fill more of the narrow space even as he watched. He crouched low and broke into a run. Room 73 was nearly overtaken; limbs as thick as ventilation ducts sprouted through the walls, heaving and pulsing and moaning, ozone and rot thick in the air. He had to kneel beside the door as he knocked. “Lisa! It’s Robbie. I’m outside.”

“Get in here!” Lisa yelled from within.

“They ain’t changed this lock since ‘98. You can shim it with a credit card.”

Robbie bypassed the latch and shoved the door inward against the mass of shifting tendrils packed against the ceiling. There was barely room to crouch inside; the rust-red carpet shone in the light of fixtures completely swallowed by the strange rot overtaking the hotel. He ducked as a gray coil twisted past his face.“Can you get to the door?”

“Kinda busy!” Lisa grunted. Someone else screamed, inhumanly long and somehow muted, the volume too soft for the cracks of agony in the voice. Robbie leaned down and spotted what looked like a clear space around the hotel bed. He army-crawled toward it. There was something wet and sticky on the floor—not blood, it smelled like solvent. White spray-paint, circling the bed. He dragged himself over the painted lines and got his first look at what Lisa was busy with.

There was a body on top of the blankets, a middle-aged white woman with hollow cheeks and loose skin rising in narrow folds where gray tendrils sank into her from above. Lisa had a broken bottle in one hand and was sawing at the thickest of the tendrils just above where it sank between the motionless woman’s eyes. With another, she held a flat rock with a hole in the center, scowling through it like a lens. From the nest of gray veins on the ceiling, a human figure sagged down, joined to the woman joint by joint with those tendrils. Its mouth was a formless hole, its eyes cold wet pits, its flesh the same sludgy substance as the rest of the hotel’s infestation. Robbie swallowed. “Is she alive?”

“For now,” Lisa said, scraping furiously at the tendril. Robbie noticed with horror that two other tendrils had descended from the ceiling to sink into Lisa’s shoulders; he lunged forward and ripped them away. The rock in his chest shuddered as his hand went numb. “Was it on me?” She turned around and looked at him for the first time. “Omigod, why aren’t you changed?”

Robbie took a deep breath and stared up at the vacant eyes of the abomination on the ceiling. He pulled out the blade on his multitool and joined in cutting the woman free; the gray stuff yielded like flesh to expose a tough stringy black core. “We can wrap her in the blanket and drag her out.” The human shape began to drag one of its hands down toward them, struggling against an unseen force.

Lisa grabbed his wrist. “Robbie, she needs an exorcism. You have to change.” He stared at the river rock that dangled from a long pink ribbon on her neck as she tried to meet his eyes. “She’s got kids who miss her, she’s turning her life around, you gotta help! Come on!”

“I don’t remember what you’re talking about,” Robbie blurted.

“Omigod are you cursed or something?”

The horror on the ceiling reached closer, closer, as black claws unsheathed from half-molded fingers. Then it drew back and tension shuddered through its body; the woman on the bed shuddered in synchrony. Its eyes fixed on the back of Lisa’s neck. It lunged, but Robbie was faster, slicing its wet palm with his knife as he pushed Lisa aside. As it swiped back to retaliate, he instinctively leaned into its path—baiting it with the Rider’s leather skin filled with the Charger’s fire ready to erupt the moment those claws released it to burn his enemy—and screamed as the talons sank into his human shoulder. He could barely feel the wounds through the hollow ache the creature’s touch carried, but the worst pain was the furious hum from the stone in his sternum, rocking and jerking like an engine that had snapped its mounts; he thought his chest would crack open from the force. His hand went limp and the knife dropped and stabbed blade-first into the bed. He punched ineffectually with his good hand as the creature lifted him. New tendrils sprouted from its body, seeking to plug into his own. He was as frightened and angry and frustrated as he’d ever been in his life, and though he was suppressing none of it since this Lisa was already enmeshed in his supernatural bullshit, the transformation wasn’t happening.

Eli slithered down his coveralls and escaped out his pant leg as he struggled. Lisa stared in horror through her river rock. “Eli! Help him!”

“Eh, sure,” Eli said, watching Robbie from the bedcovers while Robbie’s leg went cold and dead. “Rake its eyes! Behind your left shoulder!” Robbie flailed blindly with his working arm, hoping Eli hadn’t gotten his left and right confused.

Lisa stood up and grabbed Robbie by the waist, trying to pull him down. Blood from his shoulder soaked her hair. “What’s wrong with you two? Say the words!”

“What words?”

Lisa groped his chest until her palm pressed against his pink troll-doll gem. “Oh, thank God. Say it: Tie cloth nee, ya toys or chalk!”

“What?!”

“Say it! Tie cloth—”

“Ty glavny, ya tvoy suchok,” Eli interrupted. “Five words, you can do it.”

“Die glovny, a twoy sujock,” Robbie gritted out just before the ceiling monster’s limbs closed around his throat. For an instant, all he knew was aching cold and darkness. Then the stone in his chest sparked and a shockwave erupted through his body, driving away the clammy gray tentacles in a blast of warm pink light. It doesn’t hurt, he thought, shocked. Changing into the Rider in his own world was a cathartic blast of agony as his body cremated itself from within, but this, this was nice. He was weightless in a void of dancing blue-green lights. The pain of talons crushing his shoulder was gone, and so were the low-grade headache he always got about halfway through the work day and the tension in his spine and the knot on his head from banging it into the Tahoe that morning; he tingled all over with the contentment of an hour-long hot shower where he wouldn’t have to pay the heating bill. He stretched out, luxuriating in the feeling, and realized with horror that his body wasn’t there.

I’m hallucinating, he told himself. It was hard to think through the nice bubbly feeling, but he remembered that Lisa was right there trying to stop him from getting eaten, and there was a woman on the bed below who was dying, and he couldn’t see or feel anything but the bright pink gem illuminating the hollow space where his body was supposed to be. He thrashed, but it was like trying to fight the wind with a puff of smoke. He was nothing but thought, and he couldn’t even panic properly.

Solidity returned in jolts and starts: cool fabric twisting around his body and snugging him into shape. Protective gloves, leather boots long enough to save his knees from road rash, body armor, something to guard his forehead. The familiar handles of a pair of body hammers filled his palms, and the world snapped back into place. No time at all seemed to have passed; he was still suspended above the bed by the ceiling monster.

He was not the Rider, but he knew what the Rider would do. He jammed one hand into the mouth of the humanoid sludge stalactite and stabbed the spike of a body hammer through its skull. It moaned, and he stabbed again, flipped himself around, gripped its leg between his knees to anchor himself, and struck for the heart, the throat, all the vital targets that he’d trained himself to avoid whenever he gave in to the urge to beat down local thugs in Hillrock Heights. Black blood spattered into his eyes and trickled up his nose, reeking of mold. Its touch no longer chilled him; his touch seemed to burn it. He beat the creature until it melted away and retreated back into the ceiling, all the veins and coils and tree-root limbs draining away after it. Robbie landed hard on the edge of the bed, bounced, and rolled to his feet. His feet—

“Point your toes!” Lisa yelled, too late. He tripped over his own ankles and crashed face-first into the bedside table.

Whenever the Rider ate shit like this, he’d sink through his own shadow and reappear in the car like he’d meant to do it—not that he was embarrassed, just that he preferred not to take the time to pick himself up. Robbie pried himself up off the floor when he realized that his powers in this world did not include the ability to dissolve into the room’s nicotine-stained carpet. He was wet, disappointingly fleshy, and entirely alone in his head. His protective gloves were doing a poor job, already soaked through with disgustingly organic black slime, and his feet—

He looked down at himself for the first time. He wasn’t wearing protective gloves or work boots or body armor. He had the kind of delicate white cotton gloves that women wore with ballgowns in old movies, and thigh-high go-go boots over tights, and what looked like a women’s ice-dancing costume. The ankles of the high-heeled boots were decorated with pink rhinestones, and so were his white-painted hammers. The worst part was that under the pink satin bow where the gem from his chest had migrated, the black leotard bore the same staple-shaped white stripe as his favorite jacket. This was his ice-dancing costume.

He tried to get his feet under him to stand, but the heels were in the way. Whatever force had undressed him seemed to have a grudge against the stock geometry of the human foot; the boots were so stiff he could barely bend his ankles. When he yanked at them, they didn’t budge. He couldn’t find any fasteners. He was about to grab one of his spiked hammers and try ripping through the leather when he noticed Lisa looking down at him from the bed, holding Eli twined around her forearms like a pet corn snake.

“Get the fuck away from her,” Robbie snarled, lunging on his knees.

Lisa jerked back, carrying Eli with her. “Okay, what is your deal today? I thought you had amnesia, but the way you bashed up that genius loci—are you, like, possessed by your alternate universe evil twin with a goatee?”

“Basically,” Robbie said, retrieving one hammer from under the bed. “Put him down.”

“Hey, looks like we’re friends in this universe, too.” Eli rested his head in the crook of Lisa’s elbow and flicked his tongue at Robbie.

“Rrrrrrrr,” Robbie growled. It sounded ridiculous without the rumble of the Charger’s engine filtering through his throat. He could tackle Lisa and rip Eli away from her, bash his head into the wall—but she’d never trust him after that. “He’s not safe, he used to be a—”

“I know you are, but what am I?” Eli interrupted, and Robbie wavered.

Lisa passed him the box of tissues from the bedside table. “Wipe your face and exorcise Mrs. Sanchez so we can get her out of here.”

Robbie hated that this “change” had left him with a human face to wipe. He struggled to his feet, gripping the mattress for balance. The woman on the bed hadn’t moved; she stared vacantly at the ceiling, black veins spreading from the points on her body where the ceiling-monster’s roots had anchored. She was breathing, at least. Her lips were an unhealthy gray-purple. “Any idea how I do that?” he asked, glaring at Eli.

“Search me, I dunno what trigger words alternate-me picked.”

“You make a cross with your hammers,” Lisa said, demonstrating with her empty fists, “and say something like, eej an owie, sucker?”

“Idi na hui, suka,” Eli corrected her.

Robbie had a bad feeling that all his powers were activated by Russian vulgarities. He took careful crouching steps as he retrieved his other hammer, keeping one hand on the bed or on the wall as much as possible, then crossed his hammers like a priest in a vampire movie and did his best to parrot Eli’s words. There was a rush of wind that set his hair fluttering along with the skirt and pink bows of his leotard, and a fountain of pink sparks erupted from the hammers, right at the comatose woman’s bare face and the flammable-looking bedclothes. He had to separate the hammers, to turn off the power or at least point it in a safer direction, but his body wouldn’t obey him: his spine straightened and his shoulders drew back and his legs stepped wide into a power-stance despite the boots pinning his feet at an unnatural angle; he was spraying hot sparks at a defenseless innocent person and he was posing like he was proud of himself.

The seizure ended and he dropped the hammers and stumbled to the edge of the bed, ready to smother fires with his thin cotton gloves, brush off any burning embers from the woman’s hair. Lisa caught him by the shoulder. “Hey! Hey, look, you did it,” she said, examining the woman through her river rock.

There were no fires or burns. The infected gray-black marks were retreating up from her skin and trickling away into inert slime. “What did I do,” Robbie panted.

“You saved the day!” Lisa said brightly. She lifted her rock to check the ceiling; fresh veins had begun to ripple over the paint in a human outline that mirrored Mrs. Sanchez. “You saved...two thirds of the day. Eli, so your thing.”

Robbie hated that he knew Eli well enough to read from the tension in his sigmoid posture that he was taken aback. “My thing.”

“Bite her!” Lisa said impatiently, watching the ceiling.

“What?”

“His bites heal people.”

“Puta madre.” Eli stared at the woman in...probably disgust. “This is…” He cut himself off, looking up at Lisa. “Just what I’ve always wanted.”

“You are so full of shit,” Robbie hissed. Lisa glared at him, and Robbie glared back. “He is!”

“We don’t have time for this,” Lisa said to Eli, making a strange gripping gesture beside his head. “Hurry up or I’ll do it for you. Manually.”

Eli grudgingly fit his mouth around Mrs. Sanchez’ wrist and wriggled his lips and teeth around with disturbingly more mobility than Robbie had expected a snake to be capable of. Robbie clenched his fists as translucent pink fangs flicked into view before sinking into her wasted skin. Eli’s body glowed, and pink sparks shimmered along her veins, circled over her heart, and flashed twice before vanishing. Mrs. Sanchez opened her eyes and sat bolt upright, staring at Robbie.

“Uh,” Robbie said.

“Oh thank God you’re okay!” Lisa squealed, throwing herself between them and gripping Mrs. Sanchez by the torso. “Ma’am, you just survived a carbon monoxide leak, it’s absolutely imperative that we get you to fresh air, you may still be experiencing visual disturbances, first responders have been called, come on, let’s get you out, don’t worry about your belongings, let’s go. Go. Go.” She half-led, half-wrestled the confused woman out the door. Robbie took two steps after them before his ankles did a death-wobble and dumped him to his knees. “We’ll figure out your amnesia-whatever when I get back,” Lisa assured him. “If the hotel wakes up again…” She mimed bashing something with a hammer. “You got this!”

“I got this,” Robbie whispered to himself, stumbling to the nearest wall for balance.

“He can’t even walk!”

#ghost rider magical girl au #magical girl au #ghost rider #robbie reyes #lisa (ghost rider)#eli morrow #fanfic #my fanfic #Lisa is using a hag stone to view the ghost through and a magician's circle to create a defensive perimeter #Familiar!Eli made Robbie say 'You're the boss. I'm your bitch' as his transformation trigger #and 'Go sit on a dick' as the exorcism spell. Headcanon that Eli knows very little Russian that's not cursing #The Cecil Hotel has an unfortunate reputation as an incredibly haunted murder hotspot

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AO3 first lines

rules: post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to ao3. if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.

I was tagged by @daysarestranger - Thanks! 🤍

I don't have 10, but here's what I do have.

🔞The Devil of Hawkins [Vol 1] - Stranger Things // Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson // 121k

“I’m here in the small town of Hawkins, Indiana. Word of this once peaceful town has swept the nation. It started with a string of missing persons cases in ‘83, many of which were linked to a toxic chemical leak from a lab not far out of town. Unfortunately, that wouldn’t be the last tragedy that befell Hawkins. Unexplained power outages, poisoned crops, mall fires, and even murders seem like only the tip of the iceberg, as just over a week ago, a string of brutal serial murders took the lives of nearly four innocent kids.

🔞The Devil of Hawkins [Vol 2] - Stranger Things // Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson // 7.5k (Ongoing)

“Don’t forget what we talked about, okay?” Eddie said as he held El by the shoulders with a big smile. “I want to see what you’ve accomplished by tomorrow.” He paused. “Well, Steve will see what you’ve accomplished,” he corrected. El nodded. “I am already improving,” she said happily. “She got the butterfly to move,” Steve said as he carried the box of Eddie’s stuff to the trunk of the car. “Oh, shit, seriously?” Eddie beamed at her with pride. “Look at you. I knew you were a smart cookie.” She looked away shyly, not used to such blatant praise.

🔞TDoH Deleted Scene [Night Visit] My fist posted fic - Stranger Things // Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson // 14k

A nearby rustling woke Steve. He glanced around his room from the viewpoint of his bed trying not to lose his slipping grip on sleep. Nothing.

🔞Billy 'The Freak' Hargrove - Stranger Things // Eddie Munson/Billy Hargrove // 10k

Wed, Nov 7th, 1984 Eddie lit a cigarette as he stood behind the school with two of his bandmates during lunch. “Are we entering the battle of the bands this year?” Gareth asked, leaning against the brick wall in front of Eddie. Eddie looked at him with his head tilted down, taking a drag. He exhaled as he lifted his head, “What kind of band would we be if we didn’t?”

🔞Give me Fuel, Give Me Fire - Stranger Things // Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson // 52k (Ongoing)

“Alright you shitbirds, listen up,” Billy Hargrove called into the garage of his business: Hargrove’s Overall Automotive Repair Shop, a.k.a HOAR Shop, or just HOARS. “The polls came in.” He held up his mobile phone. “And our two hottest mechanics are...” He dragged it out for dramatic effect but with a deadpan expression. “Myself, of course, and Harrington.” Steve looked up from the car he was working on and knocked his head on the underside of the hood. “What?!” He looked up at Billy, just in time to see something flying at his face, but not enough time for him to catch it.

Stranger Tales - Stranger Things // Choose Your Own Adventure // 6.5k (Ongoing)

“Yo dingus, your admirers are back,” Robin called from the counter of Scoops Ahoy. Steve pulled back the glass screen, a half-eaten banana in his hand. “What the hell are you talking about?” He said with his mouth full. “I'm in the middle of my break.” He swallowed as Robin turned to face him.

🔞You Know Where to Find Me - Stranger Things // Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson // 9.7k

Steve spent his senior year valentine’s moping. The previous year he had Nancy, this year, he had no one. It was probably the first valentine he’d spent single in at least three years. He just couldn’t bring himself to date anyone else after her. The last bell of the day was his salvation from the mushy couples and especially Nancy and Jonathan. He was just glad he didn’t have basketball practice today; he didn’t want to deal with Billy and Tommy’s taunting.

🔞A Gift for Both of Us - Stanger Things // Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson // 2k

Steve woke up to his third lonely day of watching Eddie's cat, Chrissy while he was on a gig clear across the country. In the eight months they’d been together, the only times they were apart were when Eddie had shoots out of town. Most of them only lasted a couple weeks, but it was depressing being without him. Having Chrissy around helped ease some of the loneliness, and he talked on the phone with Eddie any chance he got, but cells were rarely allowed on set, so their conversations were either short or isolated to morning and night. When he checked his phone, he smiled at the enthusiastic greeting.

Here are some seek peeks at me WIPs to make up for the last 3 fics

🔞You Know Where to Find Me [St. Patrick's Day '85] - Stranger Things // Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

“Do I really have to do this?” Eddie complained as Wayne fixed the bowtie to the impressively green suit he was forced to wear. “Yes,” Wayne stated simply. “I told ‘em I would months ago before I got swapped to the night shift, so you’ll have to.” “You agreed to it, not me,” he grumbled. “Quit yer bitchin’. If you’re gonna act a fool, might as well look like one.”

When You Feel the Lightning - Stranger Things // Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Steve was bored at home after a late shift at Family Video and walked out back for a smoke. He sat on one of the pool chairs and stared up at the night sky. A distant sound of guitar caught his attention. He shrugged it off, thinking it was just one of his neighbors. It didn’t take him long to realize it wasn’t coming from the direction of any of his neighbors. It was coming from the woods. He took the last long drag of his cigarette and put it out in the ashtray before standing to investigate.

I also have a WIP for the Steddie BigBang, but I'm not allowed to talk about that one yet, unfortunately.

No-pressure tags (though it's fun!): @xirayn @the-weeping-author @coolestjoy30 @storiesbyrhi @johnnyslittlemonster

#Tag Game #Steddie #Mungrove #AO3 #Fanfics #Stranger Things #Stranger Things Fanfics

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Unleashing Manufacturing Potential: The Strength of Materials.

Introduction: In the dynamic world of manufacturing, the choice of materials plays a vital role in delivering high-quality products quickly and flexibly. From acrylic/plexiglass to PETG, polycarbonate, polystyrene, polyethylene, polypropylene, sheet metal, wire, wood, and printing, each material brings unique attributes to the production process. This blog post explores the power of these materials, housed under one roof, enabling companies to excel with short lead times and unparalleled adaptability.

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WHAT IS MAGNESIUM USED FOR IN MANUFACTURING?

Magnesium is a lightweight, durable, and highly versatile metal that has a wide range of applications in various manufacturing industries. This metal is the eighth most abundant element in the Earth's crust and has excellent corrosion resistance, making it an ideal choice for many industrial applications. In this blog, we will explore some of the most common uses of magnesium in manufacturing.

Magnesium metal used for Die Casting:

Magnesium is widely used in die casting applications due to its low density, high strength, and excellent dimensional stability. Magnesium die casting is used to manufacture parts for the automotive, aerospace, and electronics industries, among others. Some of the parts that can be die-cast from magnesium include engine blocks, transmission cases, steering wheels, and laptop and mobile phone frames.

Some of the benefits of die-casting magnesium include:

1. Lightweight: Magnesium is one of the lightest metals available, with a density that is two-thirds that of aluminum and one-quarter that of steel. This makes it an excellent choice for applications where weight is a critical factor, such as in the automotive and aerospace industries.

2. High Strength-to-Weight Ratio:

Magnesium alloys have a high strength-to-weight ratio, making them stronger and more durable than many other materials. This is particularly important in applications where the part must withstand high stress and loads.

3. Good Corrosion Resistance:

Magnesium metal alloys have excellent corrosion resistance, which makes them ideal for use in harsh environments. They are particularly resistant to saltwater and other corrosive substances, making them useful in marine applications.

The combination of low weight, high strength, good corrosion resistance, good thermal conductivity, and excellent machinability makes magnesium an ideal choice for die casting applications.

Magnesium metal used for Welding

Magnesium is also used in welding applications due to its low melting point and excellent heat conductivity. Magnesium welding is used to manufacture components such as aircraft and aerospace parts, bicycle frames, and automotive parts.

Magnesium is a reactive metal that is prone to oxidation, which can create problems when welding. Here are some of the key factors to consider when welding magnesium:

1. Cleanliness: Magnesium must be cleaned thoroughly before welding to remove any oils, grease, or other contaminants that can interfere with the welding process.

2. Shielding Gas: Welding magnesium requires the use of a shielding gas, such as argon or helium, to protect the molten metal from the surrounding air and prevent oxidation.

3. Welding Technique: Magnesium is best welded using the gas tungsten arc welding (GTAW) process, also known as TIG welding. This process allows for precise control of the heat input and minimizes the risk of oxidation.

4. Preheat: Magnesium material should be preheated before welding to reduce the risk of cracking and ensure a strong weld.

5. Filler Metal: Magnesium filler metal should be used when welding magnesium to ensure a strong, durable weld. The filler metal should match the composition of the base metal as closely as possible.

Welding magnesium requires careful preparation and execution to ensure a strong, durable weld. It is important to follow best practices and work with a skilled welder who has experience working with magnesium.

Magnesium metal used for Welding

Magnesium metal used for Extrusion

Magnesium extrusion is used to manufacture a wide range of components for various industries, including automotive, aerospace, and construction. Extruded magnesium components include window frames, door frames, heat sinks, and decorative elements.

Magnesium and magnesium alloys are easy to machine and extrude, which makes them an excellent choice for complex shapes and designs. And magnesium has good thermal conductivity, which means that it can quickly dissipate heat. This makes it useful in applications where heat dissipation is important, such as in electronic devices and automotive parts.

Overall, the combination of low weight, high strength, good corrosion resistance, excellent machinability, and good thermal conductivity makes magnesium an ideal choice for extrusion applications. It is important to note, however, that magnesium is a reactive metal and must be handled carefully to prevent oxidation during the extrusion process. Special precautions must be taken to ensure that the metal is properly protected from the surrounding atmosphere during extrusion.

Magnesium metal used for Extrusion

Magnesium metal used for Sheet Metal Fabrication:

Magnesium sheet metal is used in the manufacture of various components for the aerospace and automotive industries. Magnesium sheet metal is lightweight, strong, and easy to work with, making it an ideal material for producing complex shapes and designs.

Magnesium metal for sale at Yirui Metal can be used for sheet metal fabrication, but there are some important considerations that need to be taken into account. Sheet metal fabrication involves forming, cutting, and joining thin sheets of metal to create a desired shape or structure. Here are some of the key factors to consider when using magnesium for sheet metal fabrication:

1. Cutting and Forming:

Magnesium metal can be cut and formed using many of the same tools and techniques used for other metals. However, it is important to use tools that are designed for use with magnesium to prevent damage to the metal and to ensure a clean, accurate cut.

2. Welding and Joining:

Magnesium material can be welded using a variety of techniques, including gas tungsten arc welding (GTAW), gas metal arc welding (GMAW), and laser welding. However, it is important to take special precautions to prevent oxidation during the welding process, as magnesium is highly reactive.

3. Surface Treatment:

Magnesium materialcan be treated with a variety of surface coatings, such as anodizing or plating, to improve its corrosion resistance or to enhance its appearance.

Magnesium material can be a good choice for sheet metal fabrication when its unique properties are needed. However, it is important to work with a skilled fabricator who has experience working with magnesium and who understands the special precautions that must be taken to prevent oxidation during the fabrication process.

Magnesium metal used for Machining

Magnesium metal is also used in machining applications to produce a wide range of components for various industries, including automotive, aerospace, and electronics. Magnesium can be machined to produce complex shapes and designs, making it an ideal material for producing intricate components such as gears, bearings, and connectors.

Magnesium metal is often used for machining because it is a lightweight and easy-to-machine metal with good mechanical properties. Machining involves using cutting tools to remove material from a workpiece to create a desired shape or finish. Here are some of the key factors to consider when machining magnesium:

1. Cutting Tools:

Magnesium material is a soft metal, so it requires cutting tools that are designed for use with soft metals. Carbide tools are a popular choice for machining magnesium, as they are durable and can be used at high speeds.

2. Lubrication:

Magnesium material can be prone to galling, which is a form of surface damage that can occur during machining. To prevent galling, it is important to use a suitable lubricant during the machining process.

3. Safety:

Magnesium material is a flammable metal and can ignite when exposed to heat or sparks. It is important to take proper safety precautions when machining magnesium, such as using fire-resistant barriers and ensuring proper ventilation.

4. Surface Finish:

Magnesium material can be machined to a high degree of accuracy and can achieve a smooth surface finish. However, care must be taken to avoid creating burrs or other defects during the machining process.

Magnesium is a good choice for machining when its unique properties are needed. However, it is important to work with a skilled machinist who has experience working with magnesium and who understands the safety considerations that must be taken when machining this metal.

Magnesium metal used for Powder Metallurgy

Magnesium is also used in powder metallurgy applications to manufacture a wide range of components for various industries, including aerospace and automotive. Magnesium powder metallurgy is used to produce components such as engine parts, gears, and bearings.

Magnesium metal can be used for powder metallurgy, a manufacturing process that involves forming metal powders into a desired shape or structure using heat and pressure. Here are some of the key factors to consider when using magnesium for powder metallurgy:

1. Powder Production:

Magnesium powders can be produced using a variety of techniques, including atomization, chemical reduction, and mechanical milling. The choice of production technique depends on the desired powder characteristics, such as particle size, shape, and purity.

2. Forming:

Magnesium alloy powder can be formed into a desired shape or structure using various techniques, such as hot pressing, cold pressing, or injection molding. Care must be taken to ensure that the powder is properly consolidated and that the final part has the desired properties.

3. Sintering:

After forming, the magnesium part is typically sintered at high temperatures to create a fully dense, solid structure. During the sintering process, the powder particles are bonded together to create a solid mass.

4. Surface Treatment:

Magnesium parts produced using powder metallurgy can be treated with a variety of surface coatings, such as anodizing or plating, to improve their corrosion resistance or to enhance their appearance.

Magnesium is a good choice for powder metallurgy when its unique properties are needed. However, it is important to work with a skilled metallurgist who has experience working with magnesium and who understands the special considerations that must be taken when working with this metal powder.

In conclusion, magnesium is a highly versatile metal that finds a wide range of applications in various manufacturing industries. Its low density, high strength, and excellent corrosion resistance make it an ideal choice for die casting, welding, extrusion, sheet metal fabrication, machining, and powder metallurgy applications. As technology continues to advance, the use of magnesium is likely to expand further, making it an increasingly valuable material in the years to come.

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Belinda Stronach

Website: https://www.nydailynews.com/2023/06/09/charting-horse-racings-future-major-track-owner-belinda-stronach-makes-the-case-for-a-summit-to-address-horse-injuries-and-deaths/ Address: 455 Magna Drive, Aurora, Ontario,L4G 7A9 Canada Phone: 1 (905) 726-7600 Belinda Stronach served as an executive of Magna International and a member of parliament in the Canadian House of Commons. Ms. Stronach served in a variety of roles at Magna International, a major automotive supplier headquartered in Aurora, Ontario, Canada, ultimately becoming CEO in 2001.. Belinda Stronach took her leadership skills to the House of Commons in 2004, serving four years for both the Conservative Party of Canada and the Liberal Party of Canada. She founded The Belinda Stronach Foundation in 2008; a social impact organization with the goal of improving health outcomes of women and children. Now serving as Chairman and President of The Stronach Group, Belinda Stronach continues building her legacy with success in racing, gaming, and entertainment. #Horse Racing #Belinda Stronach Twitter: https://twitter.com/belindastronach

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Your Trusted Locksmith in Encino: Security Solutions for Every Need

When it comes to keeping your home, business, and vehicles secure, having a reliable locksmith in Encino is essential. Whether you’re locked out of your house, need to upgrade your security system, or require key duplication, a professional locksmith can provide the services you need. Here’s a look at the importance of locksmith services in Encino and how they can enhance your security.

Why You Need a Locksmith in Encino

1. Emergency Services

Lockouts can happen to anyone at any time. Imagine returning home after a long day only to find your keys are nowhere to be found. A trusted locksmith in Encino can quickly get you back inside, 24/7. Emergency services are a vital part of locksmith offerings, ensuring that help is always just a phone call away.

2. Enhanced Security Systems

In an era where home and business security is paramount, locksmiths provide advanced solutions. From smart locks to high-security systems, a skilled locksmith can assess your property’s needs and recommend the best options to keep intruders at bay. Upgrading your security not only protects your belongings but also gives you peace of mind.

3. Key Duplication and Replacement

Having spare keys is essential, especially for families or businesses with multiple employees. A locksmith in Encino can quickly duplicate keys to ensure you never get caught without a backup. If you've lost your keys or had them stolen, they can also provide replacements and rekey your locks for added security.

4. Expertise and Reliability

Locksmiths are trained professionals with the expertise to handle a variety of locking mechanisms and security systems. Whether it’s a simple lock change or a complex installation, relying on an experienced locksmith ensures the job is done correctly and efficiently.

Choosing the Right Locksmith in Encino

1. Reputation Matters

When selecting a locksmith, look for one with a strong reputation in the Encino community. Online reviews and word-of-mouth recommendations can guide you to a trustworthy professional who values customer satisfaction.

2. Services Offered

Make sure the locksmith you choose offers a comprehensive range of services. This includes emergency lockout services, installation of locks and security systems, key duplication, and automotive locksmith services.

3. Licensed and Insured

Always verify that your locksmith is licensed and insured. This protects you and your property in case of any accidents or damages that might occur during the service.

In Encino, having access to a reliable locksmith can make all the difference in securing your home and business. Whether you face a lockout situation or want to enhance your security, local locksmiths are ready to provide the services you need. Don’t wait for an emergency—take proactive steps to ensure your property is safe and secure. Remember, when it comes to locks and keys, it’s always best to call in the experts!

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Finding a Battery Dealer Near Me

Finding a Battery Dealer Near You

When your device needs a new battery, whether it’s for a car, smartphone, laptop, or any other electronic equipment, finding a reliable battery dealer near me is essential. This guide will help you understand the importance of choosing the right battery dealer and how to locate one that meets your needs.

Why Choosing the Right Battery Dealer Matters

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Finding a Battery Dealer Near Me

Why Choosing the Right Battery Dealer Matters

Quality Assurance: The primary reason to choose a reputable battery dealer near me is quality assurance. High-quality batteries perform better, last longer, and are less likely to fail. Purchasing from a trusted dealer ensures you receive a product that meets safety standards and manufacturer specifications.

Wide Range of Options: A good battery dealer near me offers a wide selection of batteries for different devices, including lead-acid, lithium-ion, nickel-metal hydride (NiMH), and more. They can provide options for various applications, from automotive batteries to specialized batteries for medical devices.

Expert Advice: Experienced dealers can guide you in selecting the right battery for your needs. They can help you understand the specifications, compatibility, and maintenance requirements of different battery types.

Warranty and Return Policy: A reputable dealer usually offers warranties on their batteries and has a clear return policy. This is important in case the battery doesn’t meet your expectations or is defective.

Installation Services: Many battery dealer near me also provide installation services. This is especially beneficial for automotive batteries, as proper installation is crucial for performance and safety.

How to Find a Battery Dealer Near Me

Online Search: The easiest way to find a battery dealer near me is to conduct an online search. Use search terms like "battery dealer near me," "battery shop near me," or "auto battery store near me." This will generate a list of local dealers, including their addresses, phone numbers, and customer reviews.

Local Directories: Websites like Yelp, Yellow Pages, and Google Maps offer listings of local businesses, including battery dealers near me. These platforms provide customer ratings and reviews, which can help you make an informed decision.

Ask for Recommendations: Word-of-mouth recommendations from friends, family, or coworkers can lead you to trustworthy battery dealers near me. They can share their experiences and suggest dealers they have used in the past.

Check with Manufacturers: If you have a specific brand of battery in mind, visit the manufacturer's website. Many manufacturers have a “Find a Dealer” feature that locates authorized battery dealer near me.

Visit Local Automotive Stores: Many automotive parts stores also sell batteries. These stores often have knowledgeable staff who can help you choose the right battery for your vehicle or equipment.

Community Bulletin Boards: Check local community centers, libraries, or online community groups (like Facebook groups) for recommendations or advertisements for battery dealer near me.

Major Battery Brands to Look For

When searching for a battery dealer near me, it’s helpful to know some of the major brands they may carry:

ACDelco

Optima

Interstate Batteries

DieHard

Exide

EverStart

Yuasa

NAPA

Bosch

Duracell

Energizer

Sonnenschein

VARTA

Trojan Battery Company

Panasonic

Samsung SDI

LG Chem

A123 Systems

Sony

Maxell

These brands offer a wide range of products for automotive, marine, power tools, and consumer electronics.

What to Consider When Choosing a Battery Dealer

Reputation: Look for a dealer with a good reputation in your community. Check online reviews and ratings to gauge customer satisfaction.

Price Comparison: While price shouldn’t be the only factor, it’s important to compare prices among different battery dealer near me. Make sure to consider the quality of the batteries offered.

Customer Service: Excellent customer service can make a big difference. Choose a dealer who is friendly, knowledgeable, and willing to assist you with any questions or concerns.

After-Sales Support: Inquire about after-sales support, including installation services, battery recycling programs, and troubleshooting assistance.

Special Offers: Some dealers may offer promotions, discounts, or loyalty programs. Keep an eye out for these deals to save money on your battery purchase.

Conclusion

Finding a battery dealer near me doesn’t have to be a daunting task. With a bit of research and consideration of the factors mentioned above, you can locate a reputable dealer that meets your needs. Whether you’re looking for a battery for your car, laptop, or any other electronic device, choosing the right dealer ensures that you get quality products and excellent customer service. Don’t hesitate to reach out to multiple dealers to compare offerings and make an informed choice. Happy battery hunting!

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The Role of Car Wrecking in Sustainable Auto Part Replacement

Car wrecking yards are vital to the community and environmentally responsible because they salvage valuable used automotive components from outdated, broken, useless cars and resale them for a profit. Replacement parts are needed when an automobile is damaged in an accident or has problems with some of its components. Auto wreckers have a large selection of old car parts that are both more affordable and better for the environment than new parts. Furthermore, since all of the automobile parts that reputable auto wreckers handle are of the highest calibre, there is no need to worry about subpar items. Utilizing used components helps you save money and the environment by reducing the demand for new manufacturing.

Prominent vehicle wreckers supply used car parts for nearly all automakers, including Audi, Volvo, Suzuki, Volkswagen, Toyota, BMW, Subaru and many more. To get assistance with the right materials or automobile components, one only needs to provide the best wreckers with precise requirements. The procedure of obtaining the correct part for the automobile also results in significant financial savings. One can be certain of the quality because only the top wreckers have a stock of parts of the highest calibre. Auto wreckers are therefore the greatest option for reasonably cost and ecologically friendly solutions, whether you're restoring a vintage vehicle or simply need a fast patch.

Possess a Ruined, Damaged, or Old Car and Want to Get Rid of it Easily?

Vintage automobiles may be removed, and reputable car wreckers will pay top dollar for them and also in many cases same day service is also offered. They specialise in the removal and disposal of vehicles that are too old, too damaged, or too dangerous to operate. Auto wreckers may tow a broad variety of vehicles, such as 4WDs, trucks, buses, commercial vehicles, and automobiles of any year, make, or model. The owner of the automobile does not have to deal with any hassles because they arrive at the location with their truck and remove the car.

The top auto wreckers provide a variety of used vehicle components for sale, such as glass parts, 4x4 parts, headlights, taillights, engine parts, etc. Reach out to the top auto wreckers by phone or email if you need a vehicle removed or want to buy used automobile components.

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Is TPU Film Easy to Remove? Here’s What You Need to Know

Introduction to TPU Film

Thermoplastic polyurethane in india has become a popular choice for various protective applications, especially in the form of TPU film. Its versatility and durability make it a go-to material for shielding surfaces from scratches, abrasion, and environmental damage. However, a common question among users is whether TPU film is easy to remove once applied. In this article, we will explore the characteristics of TPU film, factors affecting its removal, and provide insights into TPU film manufacturers in India who offer these protective solutions.

Understanding TPU Film

TPU film is a thin layer of thermoplastic polyurethane that is often used for protective purposes. Its properties include high elasticity, resistance to oils and greases, and excellent durability. This makes it ideal for applications ranging from mobile phone screens to automotive surfaces. TPU film acts as a barrier, preventing scratches and other types of damage while maintaining the appearance of the underlying surface.

Why TPU Film Is Used

The primary reason TPU film is favored is its protective capabilities. It offers a shield against mechanical damage and environmental factors such as UV radiation and moisture. In the automotive industry, for example, TPU protective film is commonly used to safeguard paint jobs from road debris and minor impacts. Similarly, in electronics, TPU film helps protect screens and casings from scratches and drops. The film's ability to self-heal minor scratches is another feature that adds to its appeal.

Is TPU Film Easy to Remove?

The ease of removing TPU film largely depends on several factors, including the type of adhesive used, the duration the film has been applied, and the quality of the film itself. Generally, TPU films are designed to be removable without leaving significant residue or damaging the surface beneath. However, the process is not always straightforward.

Factors Affecting TPU Film Removal

Adhesive Quality: The adhesive used in TPU films can vary in strength. High-quality TPU films, often produced by reputable TPU film manufacturers in India, are designed to adhere strongly during use but come off cleanly when removed. Lower-quality films might use less effective adhesives, making removal more challenging.

Application Duration: Films that have been applied for a longer time may bond more firmly with the surface, making removal more difficult. Over time, the adhesive can cure and become harder to peel off, potentially leading to residue or surface damage if not removed carefully.

Surface Type: The type of surface to which the TPU film is applied also affects the ease of removal. Smooth, non-porous surfaces generally make for easier removal, while textured or porous surfaces can complicate the process.

Removal Process

Removing TPU film involves a few steps to ensure that the underlying surface remains unharmed and that the process is as smooth as possible.

Preparation: Start by cleaning the TPU film and the surrounding area. Dust or debris can interfere with the removal process and cause scratches. Use a mild detergent and water solution to clean the area, and ensure it is completely dry before proceeding.

Peeling Off: Gently lift one corner of the TPU film using a plastic card or a similar tool. Avoid using sharp objects that could scratch the surface underneath. Slowly peel the film back at a 45-degree angle. If the film resists, applying slight heat with a hairdryer can soften the adhesive and make removal easier.

Adhesive Residue: After the film is removed, you might find some adhesive residue left behind. Use an adhesive remover or rubbing alcohol to clean this residue. Apply the remover to a cloth and gently rub the residue until it is completely gone. Be cautious with the amount of pressure applied to avoid damaging the surface.

Challenges in Removal

While TPU films are generally designed to be removable, some challenges can arise. Films that have been exposed to harsh conditions, such as extreme temperatures or heavy usage, may become more difficult to remove. In such cases, patience and care are required to ensure the underlying surface is not damaged.

Choosing the Right TPU Film

When selecting TPU film, especially if you are concerned about removal, opting for high-quality products is essential. TPU film manufacturers in India offer a range of options, and it’s worth considering their reputation and customer reviews. High-quality films are engineered to provide strong protection while ensuring that they can be removed without causing damage.

TPU Film Manufacturers in India

India has a growing industry of TPU film manufacturers who provide various protective film solutions. These manufacturers offer products with varying specifications, including different adhesive strengths and film thicknesses. Researching and choosing a reputable manufacturer is crucial for ensuring the film you use meets your specific needs and expectations.

Conclusion

In summary, TPU film is generally designed to be easy to remove, provided that the film is of high quality and the proper removal techniques are used. Factors such as adhesive quality, application duration, and surface type can influence the ease of removal. By following the right steps and choosing a reputable TPU film manufacturer in India, you can enjoy the protective benefits of TPU film without the worry of difficult removal.

Whether you are using TPU film for automotive protection or electronic devices, understanding the removal process and potential challenges can help you make informed decisions and ensure that the film serves its purpose effectively.

FAQs about TPU Film Removal

1. What is TPU film?

Thermoplastic polyurethane (TPU) film is a thin, flexible layer made from thermoplastic polyurethane. It is used primarily for protective purposes, such as shielding surfaces from scratches, abrasion, and environmental damage. TPU film is known for its durability, elasticity, and resistance to oils and greases.

2. Is TPU film easy to remove?

Generally, TPU film is designed to be removable without leaving significant residue or damaging the underlying surface. However, the ease of removal depends on factors such as the quality of the adhesive, how long the film has been applied, and the type of surface it’s on. High-quality TPU films from reputable manufacturers are usually easier to remove compared to lower-quality alternatives.

3. What factors affect the ease of TPU film removal?

Several factors can influence the ease of removing TPU film:

Adhesive Quality: High-quality adhesives are designed to bond well during use but come off cleanly when removed.

Application Duration: Films applied for a long time may bond more strongly with the surface, making removal more challenging.

Surface Type: Smooth, non-porous surfaces generally make for easier removal compared to textured or porous surfaces.

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