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mars-ipan · 4 years ago

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My family keeps giving me leather jackets, so i have decided to become a queer biker. Motorcycles are quite fun to ride on. This will be fun

nice nice nice

#ask #romy #i only have one leather jacket it’s a hand-me-down from my mom #my mom was genuinely the coolest bitch on the block in highschool #think heather chandler but a good person #she was captain of the pom squad and also did choir and theatre #she played cello for a while too but idk if she was in highschool then #anyways she took no shit from anyone and still doesn’t i look up to her #the leather jacket actually has a story behind it but i wanna keep it personal yanno?#that jacket’s very important to me and if i had combat boots and black jeans i would wear it all the fuckin time

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ourfurryfamily · 5 years ago

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More car selfies with Olibear <3

♡ OUR FURRY FAMILY ♡ ♡ MOM AND DAD ♡

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chandlerandsammie · 6 years ago

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selfies on selfies on selfies 💕

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docholligay · 2 years ago

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The Snow Queen, Part Two: A Wedding Invitation

If it was cold, something of it failed to reach into Usagi’s soul, bright as she was, and it was this particular quality that had drawn Seiya to her, a light in even the darkest of evenings. Seiya admitted she had been clumsy about it, at first, teasing and jesting and thinking she liked it all in protest. She had behaved like a schoolboy, and Usagi still poked at her over it all these years later, even as they prepared to marry, but it was always with that wink and a tease all her own. She was privately pleased she had caused Seiya to trip over herself.

Winter was entrenched, the winds whipping around the edges of the little shop where Seiya closed up for the night, though their songs hardly overcame the one Seiya held in her heart. The first of Summer. That was when they would be married. Usagi would be walking home now, having closed up the bakery and taking a few day old loaves to pick apart and scatter for the birds and squirrels as she walked. She worried about them, when Winter came and sat over the land. It was part of her charm, to love things others overlooked.

She pulled on the poorly but lovingly knit hat with the large pom pom onto her head, and headed down toward the center of town where Usagi would be, without question.

Seiya wished, somehow, that she was more the fascinating creature Usagi always acted like she was. She could carry a tune, and sometimes did, in the tavern where they went for a warm drink and a shared meal, and she was successful enough in her little business venture but at the end of the day, Seiya was only a chandler, and Usagi a little baker. It was only Usagi’s eye that made it anything more beautiful.

And, as she predicted, Usagi was standing in the square by the fountain, tearing off bits of pastry and tossing them to the birds and squirrels that surrounded the cool white stone, chatting to them about her day as she did so.

“How was Mr. Squirrel’s day?” Seiya sidled up next to her, grinning brightly.

Usagi looked up at her and wrinkled her nose in a delighted smile. “He said it was so much better now that he isn’t hungry.”

“I bet it is.” Seiya slung her bag over her shoulder and looked up at the old fountain, four goddesses standing in the center of it, posed in celebration. Mako, Seiya remembered, with flowers growing and twisting about her skirt and up into her hands, Rei, moving the cool rainy air along, leaves trapped in its tie. And then there were the two seasons that currently reigned: Minako, weaving the summer sun, and Michiru, dancing lace falling from her hands.

“I bet that’ll be beautiful when Spring comes.” Usgi chirped.

Seiya had not realized she’d been looking at the fountain for so long. It had not flowed any day of Seiya’s life, either frozen in Winter, or water too precious in the overhot Summer. In the cold bright of falling night, it seemed to gleam, not so much like a diamond as like the edge of a knife, long and cold.

She broke her gaze from the fountain.

“Usagi, Spring is a myth,” Seiya laughed, “I think it’s just something old people say, like how young people used to be more respectful, or berries used to be sweeter.”

Usagi shook her head. “My great grandma used to say when she was a little girl, she remembered there were whole months where it was cool in the morning, but warm in the afternoon, and the rain was soft, and it didn’t thunder when it came. She was telling the truth!” She narrowed her eyes. “How dare you think GamGam would lie to me, Seiya!”

She picked up a fistful of snow and threw it in an asymmetrical ball at Seiya who raised her hands but did not dodge, letting it puff off of her coat.

“Okay, okay!” She chuckled as she brushed herself off, “You win. Spring WAS real,” she gave a little bow to Usagi, “But it doesn’t really matter now. It won’t come again.”

Usagi looked to the cold black of the sky, dotted with little points of bright light, though no moon appeared.

“Someday Mako will come back.” the snowflakes fell into her hair, “Someday there’ll be Spring.”

“Oh, we believe in the goddesses, too?” Seiya arched an eyebrow.

It was a silly question--Seiya knew very well that Usagi was one of a fading group that believed the back and forth of Winter and Summer, in all its violence, was those old goddesses raging at each other. But Seiya loved to tease her nearly as much as she loved her. Usagi was a believer in many things, and for however little Seiya could believe in the Goddesses of the four winds, she could believe in the thing that Usagi was. That creature of belief.

Usagi crossed her arms and closed her eyes, sticking her nose in the air and taking her part in the pantomime.

“Someday she’ll come back. You’ll see. Maybe,” she grinned at Seiya, teasing now as well, “I’ll ask her to come back myself.”

Seiya’s laugh was loud and appreciative now. “Why don’t you tell Michiru to take it easy while you’re at it?”

Now it was Usagi’s turn to laugh, imagining that she could say anything to that great queen of Winter, intimidating even in the stories her grandmother told, first made into lace at the edge of her gown, eyes sharp and breath blowing huffs of vapor into the air.

Even as she laughed, she looked over to the river, cold and hard now, dead and still.

“I wonder if she knew it was an accident.”

She said this as though it were quite settled, and she had spoken to the river itself to confirm. We, of course, know the end to this story, and know that love must, in time, melt all things as does the dawn on a night’s frost, but Usagi and Seiya standing in the cold, could not have know this. It is hard to see the facts of a mater when all things could be true.

“Who?” Seiya had already moved on from the conversation, imagining only how she was going to convince Usagi to stop by the little pub instead of going straight home, eager to see her cheeks pink with the only roses Seiya saw in Winter, as she sipped the sweet hot ceyser.

“Michiru,” her eyes were still on the river, “you know the story. Gamgam said Mako tried to tell Michiru that it was an accident, that the river had only been playing, and she fell.”

Of course Seiya knew the story, just as well you do, but even if she believed it, the version of the story she had heard, Rei having been their patroness back when her family believed in such things--there was only her grandfather now--was that her lover had jumped in, a careless and headstrong fool who had seen a glittering thing at the bottom of the river, and not realized that Michiru cared not for the sort of things she could weave at the edge of her fingers. She had jumped in over her head and drowned

But Usagi could not see it that way, because Usagi believed in kindness and in beauty, truly a representative of the people of Spring, a time that would never come again and maybe never had, sure as Seiya’s Fall.

Seiya shook her head. “It doesn’t matter. If she exists--” she tried to let the word rest on her tongue decisively but kindly, “--then she wouldn’t care anyway. Usagi,” Seiya found herself suddenly wishing for a change of topic, “Why don’t you stop by The Acorn and Bloom with me? I’ll buy, even”

She flashed a winning smile, glittering harder than the river and pulling Usagi’s attention back. Usagi smiled slyly, in that way that indicated she had already said yes, but meant to play about it, in the old ways they had teased before they fell in love.

“Well, I don’t know,” she said, “I don’t know if I want to drink with people who don’t believe in Spring.”

She put her bag behind her back with both hands and put her nose in the air, pretending at being a princess she could not yet even know the sight of.

“I don’t need to believe in Spring,” Seiya rested her chin on Usagi’s shoulder and kissed her cheek, “I believe in you.”

Usagi smiled, though she tried not to, and looked at Seiya. “Well, you’re buying.”

Seiya flashed a few coins, and took her hand.

***

The Acorn and Bloom was small and cozy, covered in the dark woods of the forest, sconces against the way casting playful shadows that danced against the the brown whorls and eddies of the wood. The fire was at full height, crackling and popping along with the merry sounds of the violin and drum that played from the corner, the buzz of the crowd chatting amongst themselves a warm rhythm in the background.

Now, when I say that these times were different, and much harder, that the people lived between the fire and the freeze, all of these things are true, but it is not true that a life lived in difficulty is always a life lived in misery. The people of this place, even then, had stories and songs and warmth, and these are the things that keep people every bit as much as a fair season. And basking in the comfort of this joy were Usagi and Seiya, drinking cupfuls of hot ceyser in the corner, a large pie between them smelling richly of onions and stewed meat.

Usagi knew she should have gone home. Soon it would be time for her to get up and open the family bakery, passing her brother as he came home from doing the baking, Usagi putting her hair up in bright pigtails before she served her customers, boxes ready for her favorite clients who came in every day. That sun would peek over the hillside all too early, throwing rainbows off the cold snow into the sky.

Even Winter was beautiful, she thought.

But in the moment, it did not seem to matter. Seiya was growing tipsy, but with pleasantness, and the night was cozy and full, and tomorrow’s problems were for tomorrow’s Usagi.

Seiya took another deep swig of the ceyser and reached her hand across the table to Usagi.

“Dance with me!”

Not waiting for an answer, she swept her onto the floor, leading her about confidently as the music continued around them, in perfect step with the other dancers, all whirling about the floor like the snowflakes that fell outside. Seiya spun her and she laughed as she fell half-clumsily into Seiya’s arms, easily caught as thought she weighed nothing at all, her cheeks pink and the warmth of the fire caressing her gently.

The music stopped, and Seiya kissed her deeply, and Usagi thought herself perhaps the luckiest girl in all the world.

Now, of course, we know that she was not, for stories are not told about the luckiest among us. For it is true luck never to have adversity scratch at the door, to never know such fear that you must gather your courage, to never have a single thing to overcome. Greatness is not bestowed, my dears, it is clawed out of the ground in the cold and damp.

But Usagi still thought herself lucky, and as to yet, there was nothing in the world that should have made her think any different.

A man chuckled at the two of them kindly, and raised his glass.

“Don’t let the Winter Witch see you two so hell-fired happy, or she’ll put a stop to that, mind you.”

He meant nothing by it, one of those things people say offhandedly, only meaning to comment on the radiance of their joy against the winter’s chill, and he would feel regret for the rest of his life at how one careless thought became several, and how several became a journey and war laid at the feet of a chubby blonde baker.

Seiya’s eyes narrowed, emboldened by the geyser, and she gave a low chuff.

“If she wants to come, let her come. Let her come here! Let her come to our wedding! I don't care.”

The statement settled all talk in the pub, the only sound now the whispers of the snow and cold outside. This only seemed to make her more brave, or make think that she had to seem so, and she smiled.

“If the big scary Snow Queen, Winter Witch, Michiru, whatever her name is, wants to come and try to get between me and Usagi,” She held Usagi’s hand more tightly. ‘Let her try. You know what I’d do?”

She grinned at Usagi. Seiya was playing, Seiya was joking, saying was being a bit of an ass and a braggart in the way she always was, and everyone knew she never meant harm, but Usagi felt a deep pit in her stomach open.

“I’d throw her in the fire and melt that witch’s cold heart into a puddle and drink it.”

It was bold and it was coarse, and it stayed the crowd for a moment in silence. The music held, no one spoke, even the scents of the food seemed to quiet as the claim held in the air.

And then.

“Kou, quick question, do you ever shut up?”

And with peals of laughter, including from Seiya herself, the room settled back into its merry mood, the violinist struck up again with a peppy tune, and Seiya accepted a warm mug gratefully. Usagi shook her head, reminding herself to bring Seiya a raisin roll and a dose of chiding the next morning. Silly girl.

The music reached higher, and the wind outside began to gale harder and harder against the sides of the pub, screeching as it whipped around the sides of the building. The conversation went on, and the music, but Usagi felt a cold come into her bones that was not from the windows, and not from the sill of the door.

The door burst open, the cold wind behind it, stopping all conversation and dancing, still as statues, staring at the flung open door, the one with the stiff catch to guard against the cold.

The wind stopped.

The wind stopped, and frost began to creep, winding and turning delicate loops and elegant weaves across the dark floor. The eyes of the pub did not move as it slowly wound its way, stopping here and there before moving on, branches of it investigating dark corners like a vine. The frost seemed untouched by the warmth of the room, glittering brightly in the firelight until each tendril began to turn and move its way over to Seiya Kou.

Usagi tried to stand in front of her as they came, and Seiya held her tightly as the room could only be held in rapt attention, until finally the delicate cursive invitations of a language held deep in mystery and shadow reached the feet of Seiya Kou.

Not a single breath was taken in the pub. A pause. Silence reigned. The wind did not howl, the wood did not creak, no bird dared speak a word as they watched the frost at her feet.

Then there was a great puff of air, and a great burst of cold, and every candle on the walls and on each table went out, daggers of ice sent into the fire, plunging the room into a cold, smoky darkness. There was the sound of shattering as glasses of beer or ceyser or mulled wine exploded in warm hands, the pot of soup froze solid in the kitchen, and every soul breathed fog into the air.

The onslaught stopped as soon as it began, snow and ice and wind whirling out the front door and slamming it closed, leaving only the darkness.

Usagi felt for Seiya, worried she might be gone, but her hand was there just the same, her eyes wide in the moonlight. Someone struck a match and lit a candle, casting shadows against the wall, though this time, they stood still. The dancing had ceased.

In the darkness, a voice like the tinkling of sleigh bells.

“Arrogant fool.”

#I'll have the third part finished this month

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neon-vocalist · 3 years ago

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day 8: christmas crafts: heathers + veronica again

Originally written October 10, 2021

"What's on the agenda for today?" asks Duke as Chandler and Mac start pulling out bowls and plates. "I'm guessing either baking or getting out the Christmas dishes." The air smells suspiciously like fruit. And why is the oven on?

"No and no," says Chandler, her head in a cupboard searching for popcorn. "Crafts. We're making garlands."

"Oooh," says Veronica, coming down the stairs and kissing everyone on the head. "Do you want me to check on the oranges?"

"That'd be lovely," Mac replies, lugging in a box of felt and sewing supplies. "While you're over there, be a dear and get the cranberries please?"

"Totally." Two bags of cranberries land on the counter. "These look good. I'm gonna turn the oven off, alright? They can still sit there. Are we using the oranges, lemons, tiny things, or these gargantuan red things? They smell really good, by the way. Nice job."

"All," replies Mac, while Chandler says "Yes."

"Sounds good. So how many strings are we making?"

"Well," says Mac, pulling up a list on her phone. "I want a pom-pom garland in me and Red's room, and you said you wanted a paper tree garland in yours, and we're putting one popcorn and one dried citrus on the tree, and Cherry wants snowflakes on the stairs. So we're doing five."

"You don't want one, Duckie?"

"Nah. Well, I was gonna ask if there was extra time and supplies to do a simple paper hearts and fairy lights one on the mantel. You know, where you tuck each light into a paper heart? I got this string of fairy lights from my nightstand and replenished the batteries in it. I think it'll look pretty cool."

"Definitely! That makes six. So I bet Ronnie and Red could do the long ones, the popcorn and the snowflakes, yeah? And then you and I could each do two."

"Can I do the trees and the citrus actually?" asks Veronica. "If it's okay with whoever else would do the popcorn?"

"I'd be down for the popcorn," says Duke. "But don't we need some string first?"

"On it," says Chandler, holding up four lengths of string with needles at the end. "Almost done. Can one of you come get these?"

"Totally." Veronica darts over and collects the strings, laying them out on the table. Mac's filling bowls with popcorn and cranberries, and Duke is grabbing the dried fruit out of the oven. Chandler finally finishes with the last strings and puts them beside the others, looking over the table. It looks like a genuine crafting station. Like something you'd see at one of those events at craft stores. Heather is wildly excited.

"Are we ready?" she asks, bouncing on her toes.

"I think so!" Veronica surveys the kitchen. Chandler is hanging on Duke's back with a stupid little smile on her face. Mac is making sure all the strings are the right length by holding them up to her body, but it doesn't quite work because they're all longer than her wingspan. Veronica giggles a little and takes them from her, measuring them next to Mac's 5'1 stature. "They should work. Go sit, baby. Do you know how and what we're doing?"

"It can't be too hard, right?" asks Mac, avoiding the question.

"So that's a no. It's fine. We'll figure it out. Hey, lovebirds!" she calls to Duke and Chandler, who are now kissing with a passion in front of the microwave. "Get over here and start putting crap on strings."

"Ah, Veronica, always the wordbender," says Duke, sitting down at the table with a sarcastic smile at Veronica.

"Shut up," Veronica blushes. "You know I'm good at actual words."

"Such as?" Chandler teases.

"Uh, hello, I speak six languages and got into three top colleges. Does that tell you enough?"

"And yet you still can't eat milk. But yes, as our lovely Blue put it, let's start putting crap on strings."

Veronica grumbles unintelligibly as she starts impaling dried fruits. "Do you want me to do these sideways or facing front?"

"Sideways," says Duke, while Chandler says "Facing front." They glance at each other. "Mac?" asks Duke. "Tiebreaker needed."

"Sideways," Mac confirms, and Veronica continues stringing them the way she was. "Careful not to poke- oh well."

"Are you okay, Birdy?" asks Chandler, coming up behind Veronica and looking concernedly at her finger.

"I am fine. You all baby me way too much," Veronica groans, but she's smiling. "Shoo. Make your snowflakes."

"Will do," says Chandler, almost gluing her finger to the string instead of the snowflake. "OW."

"Maybe I'm not the one who needs to be careful."

"Maybe not." Chandler shakes her hand around.

"You alright, babe?" asks Duke gently.

"Yeah. I'm good. Make your... uh, your whatever you're doing."

"Will do." They work in silence for a little bit- Veronica finishing the citrus and Duke, done with the popcorn, helping her cut trees, Chandler getting bored of stringing snowflakes and switching with Mac's pom-poms halfway through.

"Problem, you guys," says Veronica, standing away from the table. "Gary... is eating the popcorn..."

Duke jumps up from her seat. "No! Gary, no!" The sausage dog she's petsitting for their neighbor looks up at her with a half-eaten garland in its mouth. She sighs and throws him outside. "I give up."

"Veronica, are you okay?" asks Mac with a tiny smile.

"I really, really don't like dogs."

"Aww," says Duke. "I'm sorry, I'll keep him outside."

"Why are you scared of dogs?" asks Chandler. "That's, like, the dumbest thing to be scared of."

Mac frowns at her. "Heather Chandelier. That is not nice."

"I don't care! That's a sausage dog for God's sake! Like the least scary dog out there!"

Duke glares, an arm around Veronica's shoulder. "You come into my house! Disrespect my girlfriend?"

"She's my girlfriend too," says Chandler. "And she knows I'm joking. Yeah, baby? I'm just playin'.

Veronica flutters her hands. "Uh... yeah. She's just playing."

Mac and Duke exchange a glance. They're clearly gonna have to deal with this the hard way. But later. Veronica eventually goes back to folding hearts, and Chandler, satisfied with herself, starts mindlessly flipping through a magazine on the couch. "I'm still gonna keep Gary outside," says Duke hesitantly.

"Thanks," says Veronica quietly. "She lowkey scares me sometimes."

"Anytime, babe. No problem."

Veronica smiles gratefully and gives Duke and awkward backwards hug. "Love you."

"Love you too, Blue."

#ooh look a short one #im so tired #day 8 #christmas #fanfic #fanficiton #chansaw #dukesaw #chanduke #dukenamara #chandlamara #macaronnie #ugh #system scribbles #seven.content

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estrangedhqs-blog · 5 years ago

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i still have other apps to accept but to clear out the inbox, here some apps i couldn’t accept or the back up choices for those who got their first choice ! i welcome everybody to apply with a new fc if that’s what they wish. i wish everyone could get who they want, it’s my least favorite part about first acceptances. thank you so much for applying !!

✳︎ ˙ ∙ ( ARIANA GRANDE ) just took a dna test, turns out ISABELLA ‘IZZIE’ RICCI is 100% FIRECRACKER ! their good-natured & overly-sensitive ways probably got them their invite. they traded in life as a costume designer in NEW YORK CITY for this unforgettable holiday. their form says they turned twenty four last december thirteenth, identify as cisfemale + pansexual, & go by she/her. they won’t leave home w/o HER MINI SEWING KIT & since their status reads: “i need to get my nails done before i go on television or i’ll be famous for sausage fingers”, i think they’re ready for greece. ( optional: she has a life-threatening heart condition. ) [ w, they/them, 21, est ]

✳︎ ˙ ∙ ( JENNIE KIM) just took a dna test, turns out TOMI CHO is 100% GAMER GIRL ! their ambitious & self-conscious ways probably got them their invite. they traded in life as a twitch streamer in SEATTLE for this unforgettable holiday. their form says they turned twenty one last halloween, identify as nonbinary femme + pansexual, & go by she/they. they won’t leave home w/o HER GIANT POM POM PURIN PLUSH & since their status reads: “how much does extra luggage cost? asking for a friend :3”, i think they’re ready for greece. ( optional: she’s a pathological liar who scams random men on dating sites. ) [ g, they/them, 21, est ]

✳︎ ˙ ∙ ( FAI KHADRA ) just took a dna test, turns out KAIRO MASIH is 100% THE DICE-ROLLER ! their observant & idealistic ways probably got them their invite. they traded in life as a freelance photographer in LOS ANGELES for this unforgettable holiday. their form says they turned twenty-five last october 30th, identify as cismale + bisexual, & go by he/him. they won’t leave home w/o HIS FILM CAMERA, SHOE COLLECTION, RED BULL & since their status reads: “i forgot to pack more than 3 jackets.”, i think they’re ready for greece. [ a, she/her, 19, cst ]

part two: i’d like KAIRO MASIH ( FAI KHADRA ) to be estranged from a ( ex significant other, ex friend, family member ) connection & want a plot that’s on the ( dramatic ) side.

✳︎ ˙ ∙ ( CINDY KIMBERLY ) just took a dna test, turns out SAGE VIDAL is 100% THE BABY DOLL ! their attentive & stubborn ways probably got them their invite. they traded in life as a political science student in BERKELEY, CA for this unforgettable holiday. their form says they turned 21 last July 4, 1998, identify as cisfemale + heterosexual, & go by she/her. they won’t leave home w/o LIPSTICK & CANDIES since their status reads: “my abuela keeps trying to pack my bags 😭 i love her, but the amount of lingerie i have is not for the faint hearted”, i think they’re ready for greece. ( she secretly worked as a sugar baby to help out at home when her grandfather’s company nearly went bankrupt, but laid low once she was introduced to one of her professors ) [ bee, she/her, 23, gmt+8 ]

part two: i’d like SAGE VIDAL ( CINDY KIMBERLY ) to be estranged from a/n ( ex client, ex significant other, ex friend, mod’s choice ) connection & want a plot that’s on the ( emotional, complex or romantic ) side.

✳︎ ˙ ∙ ( CINDY KIMBERLY ) just took a dna test, turns out NOEL MERINO is 100% THE MENDER ! their trustworthy & stubborn ways probably got them their invite. they traded in life as a dental assistant in SACRAMENTO, CA for this unforgettable holiday. their form says they turned twenty last february 10th, identify as cisgender + heterosexual, & go by she/her. they won’t leave home w/o LIPGLOSS & JEWELRY & since their status reads: “i’m [airplane emoji]”, i think they’re ready for greece. [ m, she/her, nineteen, est ]

part two: i’d like NOEL MERINO ( CINDY KIMBERLY ) to be estranged from a ( ex significant other or a family member ) connection & want a plot that’s on the ( dramatic & emotional ) side.

✳︎ ˙ ∙ ( BRAYDEN BRADSHAW ) just took a dna test, turns out RHETT MICHAELS is 100% THE HEDONIST! their passionate & self-centered ways probably got them their invite. they traded in life as a tattoo artist in BOSTON, MA for this unforgettable holiday. their form says they turned 23 last October 27th, identify as cismale + bisexual, & go by he/him. they won’t leave home w/o THEIR SKETCHBOOK, ROLLING PAPERS, AND AIR PODS & since their status reads: “get me tf outta here”, i think they’re ready for greece. [ r, she/her, 20, pst ]

part two: i’d like RHETT MICHAELS ( BRAYDEN BRADSHAW) to be estranged from a ( ex significant other, family member) connection & want a plot that’s on the ( angsty & dramatic/stressful ) side.

✳︎ ˙ ∙ ( CHANTEL JEFFRIES ) just took a dna test, turns out NOEL CHANDLER is 100% THE MENDER ! their trustworthy & stubborn ways probably got them their invite. they traded in life as a dental assistant in SACRAMENTO, CA for this unforgettable holiday. their form says they turned twenty last february 10th, identify as cisgender + heterosexual, & go by she/her. they won’t leave home w/o LIPGLOSS & JEWELRY & since their status reads: “i’m [airplane emoji]”, i think they’re ready for greece. [ m, she/her, nineteen, est]

part two: i’d like NOEL CHANDLER ( CHANTEL JEFFRIES ) to be estranged from a ( ex significant other or an ex friend ) connection & want a plot that’s on the ( dramatic & emotional ) side.

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nightofthelivingpodcast · 3 years ago

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My Heart Can't Beat Unless You Tell It To and Cheerleader Camp

Cheerleader Movies! This week it's Cheerleader Camp (AKA Bloody Pom Poms). Andy reviews My Heart Can't Beat Unless You Tell It To for Straight-to-Video Russian Roulette.

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precisionmoldedplastics · 6 years ago

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Technopolymers & Replacing Metal with Plastic

The word “technopolymer” is used by different people and with seemingly distinct definitions. Generally speaking, the term is referenced in the context of replacing metal with plastic when producing certain items, although the type of resin often is not given. What then does this expression really mean?

Merriam-Webster does not have a listing for “technopolymer,” but Wiktionary defines it as “Any plastic material used to fabricate something usually made of metal.” But, for such a technical-sounding term, that explanation leaves a little something to be desired. More specifically, one medical journal article says, “Technopolymers, also known as acetyl resins, are injection molded thermoplastics that have been proposed as an aesthetic alternative to metals…”[1] However, acetyl should not be confused with acetal (aka polyoxymethylene or POM). Additionally, other resins or thermoplastics besides acetyl and acetal are used to replace metals. Further, Omnilexica posits that, “Technopolymer is marketing jargon for plastic. Often used in products being marketed as high quality and, hence, the product makers prefer not to have the word ‘plastic’ mentioned in the marketing materials.”

Despite these divergent definitions, generally speaking, a technopolymer is a base resin or plastic, often with a reinforcing additive, used to produce a part requiring high strength and impactability, sometimes replacing metal as the part’s material. The most common plastics used include nylon (aka polyamide or PA), polycarbonate, polypropylene, and carbon fiber. The reinforcing agent normally utilized is glass fiber, which, when added to a polymer, produces the composite material popularly known as fiberglass.

Increasingly, many manufacturers are replacing metal parts and components with injection molded plastic ones due to the multiple advantages plastic provides. These benefits can include lower material and manufacturing costs, lighter weight, quicker production times, greater resistance to corrosion, and longer part life. Accordingly, Precision Molded Plastics has worked with many of its customers to produce their parts using plastic as a substitute for metal.

So, while the term technopolymer may sound fancy, it is just another expression for a tough plastic, often including glass fiber, used to make strong parts. However, these materials often are used to replace metal, resulting in a part that is lighter, less expensive, and lasts longer, and that is impressive.

Sykes, Leanne & Dullabh, Hemant & D Chandler, H & Bunn, Belinda & R M Essop, A. (2002). Flexibility of technopolymer clasps compared with cobalt-chromium and titanium clasps. SADJ : journal of the South African Dental Association = tydskrif van die Suid-Afrikaanse Tandheelkundige Vereniging. 57. 166-71. ↩

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