#axe manufacturer

[tataagrico1]

Types of Axes Every Woodworker Must Own | Tata Agrico

An axe is an essential tool for woodworkers. Let’s discuss the variety of axes you can find in a woodworker’s tool kit. https://www.tataagrico.com/blog-post/types-of-axes-every-woodworker-must-own/

[007customsza]

Custom Axe

[jhsharman]

animation goofs

I has assumed from memory that the movie used the Hanna Barbera cartoon, as it is what Mike Myers references with "Saturday morn-y" (to make it rhyme). But, no it is a Dan Decarlo image from a 1985 issue of Archie's TV Laugh-Out. (Same story as this one.)

From tvtropes, under the topic "Marilyn Manuever": Melody in "Never Mind A Master Mind". Her skirt flies up as she and the others drop to the ground after being suspended in the air by a ray gun used to cause levitation, and the effect wears off. As a possible animation goof, she doesn't seem to wear undies in this. Okay. I already played this game with a 1989 Betty and Veronica. But let's see.

Hm. She has something on in the first frame. To be honest, the frames that follow the second will make her commando-wear even clearer, but I do not wish to retrack.

Oh. Wait. There's another one. Alexandra in "The Jumping' Jupiter Affair". Her skirt gets lifted from behind, as she hangs on tightly to a kite and the gust carries them idly. In a possible animation goof, she seems to be commando.

Surely hilarious. And I'm sure the cells are highly valuable collector's items -- someone has it slid next to the cocaine snorting Mighty Mouse one. I will now flip a coin as to whether I will seek it out, and -- nope.

[acecranesindia]

ACE AX 124 Backhoe Loader (JCB) in India

[alpha-mag-media]

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[mutualcombat]

bg3 kinktober day 18 - body worship

from this prompt list!

word count: 1.3k

rating: explicit

pairing: (spawn) astarion/fem!tav (oc - adriannu)

additional tags: postgame. body worship, but with a vampire spin on it (BLOOD WORSHIP?) aggressive scent kink. astarion being a creature and thinking nasty, creature thoughts. cumplay, sort of (i told you guys).

anyway, im sorry

Astarion curls around his wife like a cool shadow, sealing his chest against her back. His arms smooth over hers, bicep to bicep, forearm to forearm, hips and thighs caging her body firmly. He finds her hands, but as he moves to hold them, she’s turning hers over to lace their fingers, locking their palms. 

It’s as disconcerting to be away from each other just as it is to be in such close proximity without the chance to speak, to brush an elbow even. They’d more or less spent the evening like celestial bodies, spinning on their axes yet never touching.  

Now that they’re alone again, the pair fall into silence as Astarion’s desire leads. He sweeps his thighs up under her knees, brazenly stretching her legs wide.

After giving her hands a reassuring squeeze, his retreat to stroke the swell of her hips and thighs, to palm her knees before dragging them back up her body to rub and squeeze at her breasts. With his focus entirely on the task at hand, he doesn’t leave any part of her untouched.

They both adore this; the closeness, the drawn-out touching. She’s often sore after a day like this, and though she finds his touch a welcome comfort, she's brave to offer her skin knowing just how shamefully greedy he is tonight.

And tonight, he shows her just how much he needs in the pinches and pulls, the rubbing and kneading of his fingers. Though for her sake, he tries to keep the claws under control.

Adriannu's head falls back against his shoulder. Can’t help the soft little breaths and the way her toes flex and curl. He’s sure she can feel his eager little ruts against her, his cock rubbing firmly between her backside and his belly.

He returns to her breasts, working her nipples with the pads of thumbs, until she finally surrenders a mewl and a quiet, breathy utterance of his name that breaks the silence like wonderful magic.  

With that, he zeroes in and firmly overstays his welcome, groping her breasts as she begins to twist and her thighs shake in protest. A shiver and a gasp, she throws her head back against his shoulder again in muted prayer, beseeching the powers that be to sate her need, and bring an end to this carnal torture at the hands of her vampire lover. Her unlikely husband.

A hazy, libidinous thought crosses Astarion’s mind as he notes her slick, so generously spread over the bedlinens, that it wouldn’t be so bad if he never washed them again.

Ah, she wouldn’t like that though, would she?

Then he ought to have her like this as often as possible, he surmises.

But how wonderful would it be to have a niche to return to when work took his love away? A little nest that smelled of her even at their most intimate, when the tired notes of her manufactured soap faded and only the heady, natural scent of her remained. Just for him to writhe in it—to touch himself, knowing even when she’s away, he’s the one she chose. 

He closes his eyes and inhales deeply, nosing away the lock of hair from her shoulder to drag his lips over the scars at her throat. He feels his body prime itself to bite. Fangs aching and suddenly feeling much too big for his palate, lips swollen, and tongue drowning in saliva.  

He swallows twice, sucks his tongue, then grinds the dried flat of it up the slope of Adriannu’s neck. Her breathing comes deeply as high color ignites her throat, and he presses his open lips and the flats of his teeth to her jugular.

Astarion goes stock still.  

He stays that way for some time, unbreathing. Concentrating. Immersing.

"Everything alright back there?" Adriannu gives his hands a grounding squeeze. He can feel the little smile against his hair when he squeezes back. 

"Listening," he murmurs.  

She makes an intrigued noise with her tongue. “To what?” 

His words bubble against her throat, like molten lava at the bottom of some volcanic chasm. "Your blood." 

Behind his eyelids he can very nearly see it all. Can follow the way her blood traverses her veins like roots through moist soil, filling even the most delicate of capillaries under the surface of her skin.

This close, and so familiar, he can scent it through muscle and bone. He can see the color, imagine the viscosity on his tongue, how hot it would be splashing down the back of his throat as it opens his mind to her memories, her feelings and secrets. Her old pains and new fears. Her love.

It all belongs to her, but she shares it willingly. And with him, of all people.

Of all the creatures...

A shiver starts in-between his shoulder blades and rakes through him, up to the crown of his head and the tips of his twitching ears, washing down to his feet. He gasps. 

He feels the already taut muscle behind his navel pull achingly tight and gives in to compulsion, pumping his hips to chase after the feeling lest it get away from him. By the noise of shock Adriannu makes he wonders if she's upset, but she leans into him instead, as if to egg him on. His hands unlatch from hers to hold her firnly at the waist while he grinds into her hard from behind.

He digs his sweat-soaked brow into her shoulder as his orgasm quickly overtakes him, whimpering and whining as he watches himself release. Cockhead swollen and red as he labors to rid himself of every last spurt, all in tribute to that flushed skin of hers, and the delicious blood that nurtures it all from underneath.  

When he’s spent Adriannu shifts, testing their connection. He's sure she can feel his hand snaking between them to pinch and rub his shaft through the little aftershocks still sparking through him. His seed pearling up the curve of her spine has her giggling in a way that makes his skin burn and his dead heart flop over like a fish out of water.   

With a coy smile, she tilts her head into his cheek, eyes fluttering shut. 

“That sounded nice,” she whispers. “Was it good for you?”  

Astarion inhales as he finds he hasn’t any air left in his lungs. When he gently bites into her shoulder, grinning lecherously up at her, Adriannu dislodges his mouth with a sharp nudge of her shoulder, only to turn around and press their lips together in a long, passionate kiss.

When they break away, the sound is audible, and his breath tracking across her wet lips makes her shiver.

"You wretched little mountain witch--making me come untouched like that." 

"Untouched? Please.” Her scoff is entirely undignified, and so terribly charming. “Grinding into me as though my ass were a whetstone..." 

"And what a large, smooth stone you were.” He sighs contentedly, in a way he knows she’ll find infuriating. “Perfect for sharpening my blade.”  

Adriannu groans, whirling on him with hands raised. “Rion, you bloody tosser--”  

Before she can properly shove him away, Astarion snatches her wrists and brings them to his lips to nip at her in jest. “Toss her? My love, I’m barely done with her.”  

They break into a playful scuffle then, laughing and kissing furiously as he wrestles her onto her back.

[fiddlesqueak-fables]

I’ve worked very hard to bring to you a series of Fromsoftware acrylic keychains, now available for preorder!

Each Large keychain is 2.5 inches, while each Mini keychain is a whopping 1 inch.

Note, Mild-Mannered Pate is slightly smaller, simply so he will look proportional next to Creighton and his big stupid axe—and thus is discounted.

________

‘Why preorder?’

I’m right out of college and trying to make my artwork into my full-time career. At this moment while just starting out, I can’t afford to order all my things ahead of time. however, if just two people order the same characters keychain, I will be able to manufacture that keychain with a profit!

‘What happens if I am the only one who buys a keychain?’

You will still get your keychain, I will just lose money :,)

‘What happens if the keychains don’t look like how they’re advertised in the listing?’

I plan to send buyers a picture of the keychain when it arrives from the manufacturer to make sure it’s fitting in with expectations! If not, they will be refunded.

‘How long will the keychains takes to arrive?’

Around 2-3 Weeks if your are the first to pre-order, much shorter if not! If you are first, thank you so much for your brave sacrifice.

[homunculus-argument]

does black mustard taste different than yellow mustard?

It's a specific imperial stout mustard, from this one specific manufacturer. Pyövelin olutsinappi. Fun thing is, the name translates to "executioner's beer mustard", and traditionally medieval executioners did have red hoods like that. And the axe for beheading. And the mustard looks like black goop.

[blueiscoool]

3,600-Year-Old Jewelry and Weapon Hoard Found Under Field in Czech Republic

Archaeologists used metal detectors to find the hoard, which includes several pieces of jewelry and weapons.

Archaeologists discovered a hoard of Bronze Age artifacts while doing routine survey work in a field in the Czech Republic.

The bronze objects — which include eight arm rings, two pins, eight axes and one spearhead — were found near Budyně nad Ohří, a town about 35 miles (56 kilometers) northwest of Prague, Radio Prague International reported.

Researchers estimate that most of the items, which they found using metal detectors, date to around 1600 B.C.

"Most items are characteristic of the Middle Bronze Age, with only one ax belonging to the earlier period," Martin Trefný, an associate professor at the Museum of the Říp Region and the University of Jan Evangelista Purkyně and the curator of the hoard, said in an email. One ax is even older and dates to the Early Bronze Age.

"Axes could have been used as tools or weapons. The latter function also applies to the spearhead," Trefný said. "Bracelets were forearm ornaments, and pins served either to fasten clothing or, for example, to style women's hair."

Archaeologists remain unclear about why the hoard was buried, but they have proposed three possibilities.

"In the first case, the hoards are presumed to have a votive function, meaning they served as offerings to deities," Trefný said. "In the second case, we speak of an economic function, where hoards are interpreted as, for example, storage for manufacturers of the given items."

Alternatively, the buried items could reflect "a crisis situation, where it was necessary to hide the items, for example, from enemies," he said.

The treasure could be worth "millions of crowns," Trefný told Radio Prague International. (One million Czech crowns, or koruna, is about $42,500.)

"All the items testify to the technological advancement of bronze casters and processors in Central Europe 3,500 years ago," Trefný told Live Science. "The composition of the hoard also contributes to understanding the warfare, craft techniques and contemporary fashion of the time. Considering that hoards might have a ritual significance, they can also reveal a bit about the contemporary religion."

In the "near future," these found items will be on display at the Podřipské Museum, located about 30 miles (50 km) north of Prague, Radio Prague International reported.

By Jennifer Nalewicki.

[handsmotif]

look at this absolutely beautiful electronic typewriter i picked up at the thrift store today ❤️ she’s a variant of the nakajima ax-150 manufactured in 1991! her keys feel and sound so nice. she was only $8 too which is a total steal ^__^

[kiefbowl]

I watched a reel on insta of this gay guy reviewing target's pride merch this year, and it was pretty funny. it was amusing. well anyway, in the comments, one of the creators was being sassy about what he said about her product. okay...like I get it, it's your design but the guy was clearly lampooning targets cowardice and consumerism, but anyway. I clicked her page. she called herself a queer artist, it was unclear what exactly about herself she identified as queer. she did have she/her in her bio. fine, again whatever. and she had lots of posts about how target essentially screwed her and other artists, because she had actually designed like 16 things for them, and they were only selling two, and this had happened to a lot of artists because of the protest last year. all fair, I'm angry with her.

okay but then she had a reel showing some of the shit she designed and a lot of it revolved around fruit and the literal word fruity. she had designed a sweatshirt with cute fruit that had the word FRUITY on it. Hello????????? I mean yeah, the crux of axing most of the pride merch was to try to play both sides of wacko conservatives consumers and lgbt consumers, but maybe a large chain department store isn't willing to manufacture cutesy pejoratives. Maybe the target board doesn't care if it's "okay" on twitter by online tweens, maybe they are sensible to the fact that it wouldn't be well received by either of their markets they're trying to talk out of both sides of their mouth to, and don't want to sit on 40,000 units of "fruity" sweatshirts in a month's time dear lord

[ltwilliammowett]

US naval boarding axe, made during the War of 1812

The “NYW” denotes manufacture at the Navy Yard Washington. “JT” stands for the inspector, Captain Joseph Tarbell (1780-1815), who inspected naval weapons at the Navy Yard during the War of 1812. 

[gutfaced]

the 50th arena likely being the only one that wasn't preserved for visitation due to how the capitol was played for fools is something that makes me laugh. believing that it would go off without a hitch, being a quarter quell. the bets are spun and tossed around, and money is spent in favor. the captiol splurges out on high-tech features of the decade and expects everything to go amazingly. to be marked in history as the most brutal year to come, with bodies pilled up higher than the mass grave can take.

and what they don't realize, is that little forcefield function right at the edge of the arena will come to haunt them forever. they don't know that a boy from the most down and out district, from the poorest part, will slice their dreams to shreds, one career's neck at a time — one step further to that cliff edge at a time. they don't know that he will look past their manufactured beauty, slip past the gore open up the arena's skin of potential, find its use outside of housing weapons.

they don't know that he will ally with a girl from the wealthier part of their district, and will hunt and stick together. and when she dies after they split up, he will comfort her: and he will hold her hand in gratitude of her allyship, and gentleness for how her life slips away from her. they don't know, that he will go toe to toe with the last career standing, a large girl with her eye hanging out of her socket because of him, while he runs limping with a slick bundle of intestines cradled in his hand.

they will not expect that boy to win. they will find that when he convulses, when the girl prepares her axe to throw for the kill, and he dodges — it will come back. and it will embed in a head of her own.

they will scramble to cut out parts of the games, blame it on a faulty camera ruined in the volcano explosion. they will hide their shame through delivered messages of confusion. they will then deal with that boy silently, like a knife to the throat.

[zmasters]

Here’s some fucking Lancer mech manufacturers explained

It’s fucking 12:06 am right now let’s fucking go.

GMS is if Walmart and Blackwater merged into a single company, and it was own directly by the US president.

ISPN designs its mechs for the sole purpose of killing people as efficiently as possible. These are anti-piracy tools, the fucking chain axe and nail gun. I don’t want to start on Sekmet.

SSC somehow used eugenics to make a robot.

HORUS stole the power of C’thulu and posted it as a 3d print link on 4chan. One of the mechs has a gun that doesn’t exist and another can jumpscared a man do death.

Harrison Armory is the phrases “it isn’t a war crime the first time” and “Geneva Checklist” literally.

[alpha-mag-media]

Dallas Mavericks forced to use regular court after ‘manufacturing’ issue sees special in-season tournament surface axed | In Trend Today

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