#cracked fiberglass

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[misc-muses]

"Ma said I had to stop eatin' insulation." Day ruined.

[krawdad]

I tell you what I can work some magic with epoxy and whatever garbage I can get my hands on

[teddy-bear-naps-and-random-snaps]

[eniyilisanspazarim]

LADOOR - PLATİN (2)

The door surface is a critical element in the design and functionality of any door. It can significantly impact not only the aesthetic appeal but also the overall durability and maintenance of the door itself. Understanding the various types of door surfaces available can help you make an informed decision when choosing the right door for your needs.

One popular type of door surface is made from wood. Wooden doors often provide a classic, timeless look, and can be stained or painted to suit your decor. However, they require regular maintenance to prevent warping and decay, especially in moist environments.

Another common door surface option is fiberglass. These doors are known for their resilience and ability to imitate the look of wood without the drawbacks. Fiberglass doors resist cracking, splitting, and rotting, making them an excellent choice for homeowners looking for low maintenance.

Metal doors, often made from steel or aluminum, are another option to consider. They offer superior security and durability, making them an ideal choice for commercial applications. Additionally, metal door surfaces can be finished with various coatings to enhance their appearance and protection against rust.

It's also crucial to consider the texture and finish of the door surface. Smooth finishes are easier to clean but may show fingerprints and scuffs more easily, while textured surfaces can hide imperfections but might require more effort for cleaning.

In summary, the selection of a door surface is an essential aspect of door planning. Whether you opt for wood, fiberglass, metal, or a combination of materials, being aware of the features, maintenance needs, and aesthetic potential of each option can lead to a more satisfying purchase. Invest time in selecting the right door surface to ensure that it complements your design vision while providing the functionality you require.

Ladoor

The term Ladoor refers to a specific type of door that is not only functional but also enhances the aesthetic appeal of any space. These doors are designed with a combination of durability and style, making them a popular choice for both residential and commercial buildings.

Ladoor options are available in various materials, including wood, metal, and composite materials. Each material offers its own unique appearance and benefits. For example, wooden Ladoor can provide a warm, natural look and can be customized with different finishes. Metal Ladoor, on the other hand, offers strength and security, making them ideal for entry points that require additional protection.

Additionally, Ladoor can feature various styles, such as single doors, double doors, or sliding doors, enabling homeowners and architects to choose the design that best fits their space. Some Ladoor styles include traditional panel doors, modern flat doors, and elegant French doors, each offering its unique charm.

When choosing a Ladoor, it is essential to consider factors such as insulation, maintenance, and design coherence with the rest of the home. Proper installation is also crucial to ensure the door operates smoothly and efficiently, contributing to energy savings and overall longevity.

Incorporating a Ladoor into your space can significantly impact the functionality and design. Whether you are looking to upgrade your home or design a new one, exploring Ladoor options can lead to fulfilling architectural decisions that marry utility and aesthetics.

[jd07201990]

So… Does anyone know how many bouquets of roses, or how many boxes of chocolates it’ll take to survive my new Wife’s wrath, when she see’s her adorable, creative, intelligent boy… after I accidentally shipped him off to the equivalent of Football Boot-camp, so we could have our honeymoon alone in Cancun. Honestly! We were all going over the options, the two last resorts being we don’t go on our honeymoon, or Jason would have to stay at his grandpa’s house in the middle of nowhere a few states away. Clearly, we were desperate, so when I found the pamphlets for what looked like a regular old summer camp out in the woods, with a lake, and a whole slew of other activities, I jumped on it, especially since the price for the entire summer was $2100 bucks! Where I really screwed up, was not reading the pamphlet I was filling out, which was absolutely not the super happy fun time in the woods experience… It was ROTC for Football Jocks. I learned this only when I drove out to pick him up, 3 months later, and well… you can see what trudged up to me from across the parking lot, huge battered old sneakers pounding the pavement as he absentmindedly gnawed on a protein bar in his meaty, calloused fist, while his other hand absentmindedly adjusted his shorts. Just like all the other bulked up brutes marching off to their dads and coaches, his chest was bare, and bouncing with every step. When he’d crossed the distance, he grinned this dim, dopey grin, and grunted, “Thanks for pickin’ me up Dude. Can we stop by Wendy’s? I’m fuckin’ starving!” He punctuated this by stuffing the last of the protein bar in his mouth and yanking the door to my car open, the fiberglass handle cracked in his hand. He looked at the two halves, chuckled with that deep, rumbling Jock tone, and got in, dumping the pieces on the seat next to him. It didn’t take long for the car to fill the distinct funk of athletic prowess, especially when he kicked off his size 14’s and put his feet up on the dash. I nearly gagged, and despite the heat outside, rolled down the windows to air out. As we pulled into the driveway, my wife was on the lawn, waiting with a little bag, excited to see her boy again. When the sweaty ape of a jock got out lumbered up to her, wrapping his beefy arms around her, she looked terrified… for a second… then her eyes narrowed on me. When Jason finally let go of her, he gave her that same, blank, dopey grin, all the intelligence gone from his big wide eyes, and held his fist out… she looked at it incredulously, and he chuckled, “You’re supposed to bump it, Ma… with your fist” Well, the last 6 months have been tough, but Jason, or, “Jay” as he reminds us often, has absolutely blossomed at school. Although his grades could be better. The shock of his summer “glo-up” or as his oafish, grunting new friends like to tease, “blow-up” hit a few of the teachers harder than others. Although the Coach of the football team had nearly offered me his ’69 Camero to have Jason on the team after seeing him plow through reps in the football team’s gym.  I said it was tough, because our house is essentially a second Locker Room for Jay and his small army of sweating, smelly behemoths. There is a never-ending pile of laundry from countless practices, the gym, and just hanging out with his friends. My wife has somewhat gotten used to her little boy calling her, “Bro” accidentally… every other day… and despite the change, he’s still her boy, there’s just, a good bit more of him to love. I will say, he’s a great kid, kind of dumb, a bit crass, and stinks like a gym bag more often than not, but when you dig a bit deeper into those dim, wide eyes, there’s still that adorable boy, underneath a pile of muscle.

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

1958 Chevrolet Corvette

This 1958 Chevrolet Corvette underwent a pro-street-style metamorphosis between 2008 and 2011. It is endowed with a 383 cubic inch stroker V8 engine, harmonized with a TH350 three-speed automatic transmission, and a narrowed rear axle featuring a limited-slip differential. The rear suspension has been upgraded with a ladder-bar configuration, adjustable coilovers, and the addition of a lift-off hood. The body, painted a striking red with white coves, comes with a detachable hardtop. Inside, a roll cage has been installed along with a B&M Pro Stick shifter, a shift light, aftermarket gauges, and black Procar bucket seats. The enhancements also include dual Edelbrock carburetors, Hooker headers, side-exit exhaust pipes, 15” alloy wheels, and front disc brakes. Acquired by the current dealer in February 2024, this modified C1 Corvette is now part of the Coffee Walk Corvette Collection in Wylie, Texas, and is offered without reserve, complete with build records and a clean Pennsylvania title.

1958 Chevrolet Corvette

The fiberglass exterior is adorned in red with white coves and includes a removable hardtop and a lift-off hood with an integrated air scoop. A Stewart-Warner fuel-pressure gauge is mounted on the cowl, and the right-rear corner features a battery cutoff switch and external terminals. The gallery reveals cracks in the weatherstripping, pitted chrome, and paint imperfections.

1958 Chevrolet Corvette

Polished 15” alloy wheels are shod with 25.0×5.0” front and 29.5×11.5” rear Hoosier drag tires, installed in April 2024. A crossmember supports the rear suspension, which has been modified with ladder bars, a diagonal link, and adjustable coilovers. The braking system includes front disc brakes and rear drums.

1958 Chevrolet Corvette

The interior is equipped with a roll cage and Procar high-back bucket seats in black. Enhancements include a B&M Pro Stick shifter, an MSD shift light, rocker-switch controls, and fabricated metal door panels. The gallery displays flaking paint and wear on interior surfaces.

1958 Chevrolet Corvette

The three-spoke steering wheel is positioned in front of a 160-mph speedometer and auxiliary gauges. An AutoMeter pedestal tachometer is mounted atop the non-functional factory tachometer. Additional gauges for coolant temperature and oil pressure are located in the center console. The mechanical odometer is inoperative, and the total mileage remains unknown.

1958 Chevrolet Corvette

A Harwood plastic fuel cell is mounted in the trunk, which has been tubbed with fabricated aluminum panels to accommodate the rear wheels.

1958 Chevrolet Corvette

The 350ci V8 engine block, bored and stroked to 383ci, features four-bolt main bearings. The build includes forged pistons, ARP fasteners, a polished Edelbrock intake manifold, dual Edelbrock carburetors, an MSD ignition module, and Hooker long-tube headers that flow into side-exit exhaust pipes.

1958 Chevrolet Corvette

Power is transmitted to the rear wheels through a TH350 three-speed automatic transmission and a narrowed Dana 60 rear axle with a limited-slip differential.

1958 Chevrolet Corvette

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Can we get Riddler's reaction to SO coming home with an injured animal, maybe with a side of 'no, we are not keeping it' but they end up keeping it anyway?

"We are not keeping the damn thing-" Riddler Party x S/O

Oh this is something I'm very familiar with LMAO. I tried to include a variety of animals here.

Not to be lame or a square or w/e but as a general reminder, if you ever find injured wildlife, please contact your local shelters or animal control. These are fantasy scenarios and in most cases- wildlife is either better left alone, you will need strict temporary guidance or they need to be taken care of by professionals. In many places, you need a license to care and keep undomesticated animals.

TW: animal harm and abuse, mentions of dog fighting, medical procedures

Gotham

It all happens so quickly one day when the pair are driving in Gotham. His S/O notices what looks like a small brown bundle in the middle of the road and panics for Edward to stop. Before he can really get an explanation, they're shouting over their shoulder about a turtle, taking off their jacket. Then he's the one panicking as he watches them stop traffic to scoop up the animal.

The painted turtle has a huge crack in it's shell and a hurt leg. Not knowing what to do, they take it to a vet to see if anything can be done. Surgery, a fiberglass covering... A free sexing to determine the turtle is otherwise a healthy girl. Edward is already devouring the informational packet given to him in the waiting room. A lot he already knew but, well, it pays to learn more!

He's probably one of the few riddlers that doesn't actually say "no we can't keep it." There might be a brief moment where he questions his S/O if they even want a turtle- for the most part it's kind of... fascinating? They keep visiting the turtle in the hospital before she's released and he asks so very many questions about care and what they've been doing for her-

Before it's even been officially decided she's coming home and not being released back out, he's getting a tank ready. Heat lamps, a UVA/UVB light, pond, a dock for basking. A very strange amount of decorations related to questions marks and his special interests that you might not expect decor for.

This turtle won the lottery. She gets a very fancy omnivore diet with vitamin and mineral supplements. He even ends up cultivating species appropriate plants in the tank for her to enjoy and snack on occasionally. She's never bothered much other than the routine tank cleanings. Edward just likes watching her and watching his S/O gush over how pretty she is.

If anyone asks to pick her up, he will give a speech on how actually, human contact stresses them out so if you could never ask again, he'd appreciate it. He intends on her making it many more decades despite not having any clue how old she is now.

Penguin is going to hear so many fun facts about turtles now. Oswald might consider trying to murder him... again.

60s

A baby bird that fell from it's nest. He watched as his S/O tried and failed to reintroduce the bird back to it's mother. He even helped them weave a fake nest and put it up in the tree to see if their parents would take the babe back. To no avail. He was prepared to comfort his love if the little thing passed on.

Yet he watched his S/O roll up their sleeves and start making a nest of their own. A heat lamp that was originally used for one of Edward's plots, now for the chick. He insisted they could probably find someone to take care of it. He's certain he could light a cigarette in a public place and get Batman's attention if they wanted a more heroic figure for the job. With a sidekick named Robin, surely he has a thing for lost little birds.

Birds aren't really his thing, you see. Not part of the gimmick. He has nothing against them, love, but... perhaps Penguin? Still no, huh? The determination of his S/O is rather inspiring, even if it goes against his own wishes. Feedings every few hours, changing papers and blankets. Checking the crop. He noticed the collection of bird care books from Gotham Library.

He starts feeling more affection for the thing once it grows fluff. As his S/O gently holds his hand out to teach the bird to step up. There's something endearing about all of it. How passionate they are. How could he truly say no? It's when the feathers appear and the soft cries begin that they confirm they have a little mourning dove.

In devotion to his partner and their new animal child, he sets up a bird cage and perches himself. Reads the same care books, albeit in half the time. Once the time is right, he even builds an outdoor cage to allow the bird fresh air and stimulation that is safe from predators.

While he doesn't appreciate the mess the bird leaves, he doesn't mind the shoulder buddy. It does, however, make him slightly less intimidating towards Batman, as if he needed anything to help with that.

Zero Year

His S/O had a habit of bringing home animals. They had some... special certification, he wasn't paying terribly much attention to what- What it meant was that after they moved in together, there would occasionally be a small furred or feathered creature in the spare room off his workshop that needed to be bottle fed. He wasn't sure how he felt about the habit. It was something he almost admired. Wanting to care for something small and weak. Yet it was a vulnerability he could see being taken advantage of.

Good thing he's such a pleasant and non-needy personality that doesn't need all his S/O's attention! He lived with it. Perhaps he was better for it. Personal growth... even if at moments he felt jealous and despised it. He supposed they needed a hobby of their own considering how his "hobby" was so all-consuming.

Then they brought home the red fox. A fur-farm rescue. Nowhere else to go, they said. Edward tried to put his foot down. How would they even care for it? A fox... Ridiculous! He also knows it can't be tossed back out into the wild. It would die. His stubbornness holds even as he watches his partner cut their hands open on wire fencing to make an enclosure.

It isn't until they ask him, truly ask him, if he hates that they save animals. Seeing the pain in their eyes and sensing the possibility that they might even leave- he makes a decision. No amount of avoiding annoyances is worth losing the one person he truly trusts in this life. He builds an outdoor enclosure with catch doors and even sits down with the thing.

Winning him over was as simple as the vixen stealing his screwdriver and laughing at him as she played keep away. He was irritated with her, at first, yet as he caught her and all she wanted was pets and affection... He supposed it was also cute the way she would hoard boiled eggs out of his hand. Alright, maybe, just maybe- Maybe she could stay. Only out of his good will.

He gets to a point where she'll sit in his lap while he trims her nails and brushes her fur. His S/O can do the yucky medical stuff she hates, this is his time.

BTAS

It was a kitten that set his life upside down. His partner, his darling beloved, found it abandoned and hypothermic in a box after a storm. No indication of mother or another human coming to find it. His eyes weren't even open. A little tuxedo that mewled for any kind of nourishment and warmth. Edward was ready to call Selina to come pick it up- until he remembered she was currently incarcerated by Batman for a diamond heist.

It wasn't his bathroom being overtaken as a quarantine zone that made him upset. It wasn't even the alarm that went off every two hours for feedings, even in the middle of the night. No, it was how exhausted and emotionally tired his S/O looked after two days of taking care of him. When he said they were not, could not keep the cat, his partner insisted on doing everything themselves.

He was regretting it, to say the least. At 3am, while he was working, he could hear the alarm going... and his S/O snoring through it. With a sigh, he turned it off and began to prepare the formula. He went through the steps in his mind as he had seen his partner do for the past week and a half. Feed, burp, stimulate for the bathroom, make sure he's warm. Then he got in there and found a creature shouting and demanding to be fed and loved now.

Putting the kitten on his chest, watching his ears wiggle and feeling the tiniest muffins being made on his chest... that was the moment he fell in love. In that instant, he understood. This little sootball that looked like lint that exploded in the dryer- he was worth the hardship.

After that, Edward took on the nightshift for his partner. A few more weeks and their schedules could get back to normal. Ish. And their fancy well dressed man could be released into the rest of the house to cause chaos galore. Kitten energy is a bit too much for Edward, but he adjusts.

Telltale

When his S/O had stumbled into his workplace, bloodied and holding a blanket close to their chest, he feared the worst. He was prepared to dismember whoever had done this to his partner- and then they mentioned it wasn't their blood. Irritating, yet relief flooded his system.

He cleared a nearby table and watched as his S/O unraveled a bleeding, wounded dog. Struggling to breathe. Whining. A prong collar embedded into its neck. In the haze of panic, he extrapolates that his partner found it thrown away like trash in an alley. Even in this state he could make out the bite marks of other dogs on her body. Dog fighting.

Yet the mottled colored mutt seemed disinterested in attacking, even in this vulnerable state. Had she already given up? He was prepared to euthanize her himself until his partner looked at him with wet eyes asking if there was anything he could do. A tired sigh.

He knew some people with the proper equipment. Yet even as he contacted them, he insisted the two of them were not keeping the dog. He would help take care of the dog. Then they would figure out where she could go.

This lasted until one night in the lab as he sat at his desk, he felt a heavy head lay on his leg. As he looked down, there she was, staring up at him- tail wagging. Even after everything they'd put her through... she was putting all her trust and affection in a human. He would never admit it, but it reminded him of himself in some small way towards his S/O. Finding that love after pain atop of pain.

He stopped mentioning getting rid of the dog. Insists no one else will want a former fighting dog, so she might as well stay. It has nothing to do with how she cuddles between her "parents" on the couch. That she'll fetch things for her master with a dopey pleased look. And of course not because she gets accustomed to waking Eddie when he's experiencing night terrors associated with his past. Lowkey she's his emotional support dog and he's her emotional support human and his S/O gets to watch that relationship bloom.

Arkham

Despite Edward's lack of care towards the many strays in Gotham, his S/O seemed rather enamored with them. He comments that they should leave feeding the mangy things to Selina. Yet, he doesn't stop them. Then there was one cat in the neighborhood that wouldn't escape either of their notice. A mean feral that wouldn't let anyone near it. He'd wait for everyone else to eat food before picking off scraps.

He thought it was sort of charming how his S/O asked him for a trap to catch the beast. He asked them why they'd bother. It would appear the creature had gotten an eye injury, likely from fighting. He'd never expected them to actually catch the beast, no matter how genius his craftsmanship on the trap. And yet...

One eye enucleation and spay surgery later, his next question was when they were going to release the cat back out. Or call catwoman to deal with it. As his S/O told him neither would be happening, he began to try to put his foot down. No, never. You will not be keeping him. If they'd really wanted a pet, he could make one! Not this... possible mixed breed of a wild cat with a domestic one.

Fortunately they had a small spare room they could clear out for a kennel to allow the cat some comfort while he healed. Edward would listen as his partner going into the room and cooing. Followed by hissing and "no... No, c'mon-" and more bargaining. He shook his head. What were they expecting? You can't just bring a creature like that back with that kind of hate.

It isn't until one night when he's working that he hears... a meowing. It's strained and croaking. He goes to inspect the room and seen the one eyed cat staring up at him. A soft meow. Then a head bonk on the cage bars. Yet as he knelt down, the cat reared back and hissed.

Over the next week, he would visit the cat with his S/O. He noticed this scraggly, scarred cat looking up at them. Hissing less and less. Hesitantly approaching until his S/O was able to touch his head. Then they heard it for the first time: his purr. It was then Edward knew he was not going to be able to get rid of this ugly as sin cat.

The cat absolutely chose his S/O as his person, but that doesn't leave out Edward. The cat likes sleeping on some of his machinery when it's warm. Jumping on his shoulders when he falls asleep at his desk. Edward finds himself petting deep into his now-soft fur when he's stressed.

Selina will give him so much shit about this cat. Forever.

Batman 2022/Nashton

His S/O found the little creature after a dog had gotten hold it. A possum joey without a mother anywhere in sight. A few calls later, a wildlife shelter visit and lots of stress and worrying, they were told the possum was going to live... But not in the wild. There was enough damage to its body that even after healing, he might not be able to defend himself properly.

Edward tried to reason why it should stay with someone else. They'd have better care. They'd become an education ambassador, maybe! He... It's so tiny and fragile, and that makes him so nervous.

Edward is projecting a lot of feelings onto this little thing that mostly wants to hiss and cling to his sweatshirt. He'll just fuck it up, you know. The problem that arises is too many rehabbers in the area are full up. There might not be any space for the little guy- Faced with the possibility of euthanasia, Edward's S/O looks at him with dewy eyes.

How can he say no to that face? And the face of, he supposes, their newest companion. After faking some paperwork and certifications, they are bringing home a small possum.

Over time, he ends up relating a lot to the possum considering their reputation. They're just scavengers! They can't even get rabies! Yet everyone just seems to hate them for being born. He knows what that's like...

He does so much research on dietary needs since possums require such a variety of care. Protein, proper phosphorous levels, fruits and veggies. He really likes feeding him cooked chicken hearts out of his hand. Since they walk so much in the night, he makes an exercise wheel for the little guy to use. Builds climbing walls and poles for him to hang from if he wants. His S/O gets to help hammer nails in!

Sometimes Edward's S/O is looking for the possum and asks Edward... only to see a little black and white head poke out from his hoodie. The two of them know they won't have the possum for long (in the wild, they only live around three years!), but he's kind of used to shorter lifespans with his rats.

He's going to make sure the years they have, though, are going to be enriching and full of happiness.

[fossilprep]

Sacrum of the Daspletosaurus wilsoni holotype (Sisyphus)

Sacrum of the holotype of Daspletosaurus wilsoni with a significant portion still covered by concreted sandstone.

Steve Clawson and I started out sharing the duty of bulk matrix removal with heavy duty air scribes such as the ZOIC Bronto (ZPT-BR). I took over and got the matrix down close to the bone and then switched to the ZOIC T-rex (ZPT-TR) with a chisel tip for somewhat more precise prep around the centra. For even finer detail I used the ZOIC Velociraptor (ZPT-VR).

In addition to mechanical preparation, acid prep was also conducted using vinegar to scrub and dissolve matrix in hard to reach places.

Once the centra were cleaned, I rotated the sacrum and worked on the processes. The matrix was mostly sand with far less concreted material.

Sacrum with the processes and zygapophyses facing forward

I constructed a transfer prep cradle using a thin layer of ethafoam, a layer of tyvek cloth as a water barrier, and two layers of fiberglass and hydrocal dipped in plaster of Paris.

Transfer cradle (underside) with the field jacket on top

The side of the specimen that was exposed in the field was in slightly worse condition than the underside that was in the matrix. A majority of the bone on the anterior end was weathered and abraded, giving it a cracked texture and making it susceptible to destabilize when exposed to acetone. It took less time to clean than the first side because there was no concretion, only sand.

side of the specimen that was facing up in the field

It was then flipped again for the display cradle to be made. Some consolidant leaked through to the underside while it was being cleaned, so one final bit of acetone scrubbing was done to make it presentable.

The display cradle was made and the sacrum was flipped onto it. The unweathered side is facing up.

To prepare it for display, the sacrum was treated with a coat of thin paraloid and cracks and crevices were filled with grey Apoxie putty (not to be confused with epoxie) as to not blend in with the bone.

the sacrum resting in its display cradle

This was my (literal) biggest solo project to date and the largest element in Sisyphus' skeleton. It took about 300 hours from start to finish.

[silversongsuggestion]

I woke up one morning and everything changed. The color of the sky inverted. Gravity suddenly ripped me back to earth, bent my wings in two, and cracked my elbows on the asphalt.

I woke up.

God, it's like fiberglass in my eyes.

God, it's like cardboard cuts under the nails.

God, i fucking get it.

I wish I didn't get it.

Sometimes, people think they love you and maybe they even believe it. But I get it now. You can love someone and not even like them. How wretched. How messy. Maybe we are made in God's image, after all.

I mean, how could he like himself after everything he's done? How could he not love himself when faced with the reflection in the eyes of his Son?

I'm dusting off my tongue. Polishing the rust off my collarbones. I'm figuring out where the mirror ends and the flesh begins and the value in these veins.

How could I keep spilling it for you?

How could you let me?

I woke up, and I learned how to see ghosts in the people I want to love. I am exorcising those hauntings. Fuck, it hurts. It's going to hurt. I don't think it ever stops hurting. But there's space for that hurt in the skin and in the glass and in my bones and in the past and I will hold.

I woke up one mourning, and i promised to forgive myself. The sky changed color. Or maybe I finally saw it.

[galaxy2earthspark]

@call-me-kitty

You ask I deliver.

Symbiote Starscream or in my Universe, Visor, was created Synthetically, Genetically and Bred. His backstory is still in works. But that human right there is his host, Sean. Unlike the Symbiotes in Venom, Visor's weakness is not Earth Fire and Sound, but a specific type of flame.

Flames coming at rapid speed and force such as that of a rocket or fusion cannon, (*Cough* Megatron.. *Cough, cough*). The Flames and really fast impact from such forces will easily penetrate the thick armor of Visor's frame, that is if he uses weak Metal when he completely shows up. When Visor fully takes over Sean's body he uses all nearby metals to make his frame. Depending on the size, density, strength and other physical factors he uses them in specific ways. Soft metals like Beryllium or Stainless Steel are used for his lower half, such as Abdominal plating, and thighs.

Very thick and tough metal like Titanium or other strong metals are used for Visor's pedes. His pedes have the biggest and most durable build for specific reasons and therefor need tough metals to build them.

For Visor's wings they are mostly made up of Aluminum alloys, a common choice because of their strength, light weight, and corrosion resistance or Composite materials, Such as carbon fiber reinforced polymers, which are lighter and have better strength-to-weight ratios than aluminum. This is because such metals can be easily shaped and joined. They're lightweight allows fighter jets to fly easily through the air and are mostly used for Military aircraft.

Visors helm and Servos are usually made from strong durable metals such as Titanium, Stainless steel, or Glass fiber. Titanium is a A strong, lightweight metal that's resistant to corrosion and has high tensile strength. It's often used in marine and medical equipment, and for high-pressure equipment. Stainless steel A strong, lightweight metal that's resistant to rust. Some types of stainless steel are also resistant to high temperatures and fire, and glass fiber Fiberglass has a tensile strength up to four times higher than that of steel, providing exceptional durability and resistance to stretching or breaking under tension. Glass fiber is also used by Visor because it can keep humans away. This is because glass fiber may cause issues or allergic reactions, eyes may become red and irritated after exposure to fiberglass. Soreness in the nose and throat can result when fibers are inhaled. Asthma and bronchitis can be aggravated by exposure to fiberglass. Temporary stomach irritation may occur if fibers are swallowed.

Visor uses nearby Glasses to form his optics and Cockpit. He mostly aims for Polycarbonate. Polycarbonate is specifically designed not to crack, not to break, but to deform. To break it would take 8, 000 to 9,000 pounds per square inch. To crack you might need eight to nine hundred pounds on impact. Polycarbonate is designed to bend on impact and not crack. Of course it can crack.

I forgot to post this two days ago..

[musicallyseducingallthehotties]

Quick! Danny what was your best object lay- (not including vacuums, leafblowers, etc.)

What was your worst?

(Also hi Ninja Brian!!)

<sup>

Oh, my best object lay?

That's not a vacuum?

Hmmmmmmm....

God, there are so many.

A cantaloupe, that one sexy couch from that one sexy chick's house.... god those cushions were soo tight! A bouncy house, a jar of honey, the fiberglass installations, a toothbrush, a McDonald's Ice Cream Machine, a flat back massager, some boba tea, some knitting needles, a porcelain hand-

<Back up. How one earth were you able to f--k knitting needles?>

<......Ninja Brian is hoping you didn't stick that up your-...>

Naaaah. Way too thin.

<Oh thank god.>

That's why I let it explore Excalibur instead!

<That doesn't make any....>

<.....>

<...........>

<Motherf--ker I will break your f--king spine if you tell me that you were sticking my knitting needles up your dick.>

...........yes?

*CRACK*

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[teddy-bear-naps-and-random-snaps]

[circumlocutive]

whats the biggest safety hazard you've committed in any lab?

This is a very funny question, and a little bit up to interpretation of the question?

For safety hazards I have personally been harmed by/exposed to, these come to mind:

1) exposure to silica/glass dust at my advanced manufacturing internship (sorry, not technically a lab) where I cut and laid up structures made of layered fiberglass and resins, we had a shop vac set up by the CNC machine drill bit to suck in the dust but yknow. It wasn't perfect. And I also had to clean out the shop vac during the internship. Permanent glass dust in the lungs is a bit spooky.

2) cutting myself on the (used) razor in the cryotome when I was sectioning rat brains for an internship in a translational medicine lab. Pretty gross because of the biological contact but the cut itself was small and tbh lab rat tissues are way cleaner than most food meats so maybe this one wasn't actually that bad.

3) exposure to solvent fumes/powderized toxic chemicals while setting up reactions or doing workups, or OH DEF WHILE MAKING SDS PAGE GELS. But like, one day I was rotovapping like, liters of DCM and methanol which are p carcinogenic. Rotovaps don't normally live in a fume hood, but the air flow in my lab is poor and the air is way too hot so stuff readily vaporizes and every time I swapped out the collection flask some stuff would drip onto the bench and go into the air. Water also kept condensing on the outside of the cold finger, and while I was swapping the flasks, it would freeze on the ball/socket joint and fuck with proper sealing. So during rotovapping some vapors continued to escape. Oh and in the biotech lab at my community college we had ethidium bromide like. fucking everywhere. But that's not actually as bad for you as people make it out to be (otherwise there would be a lot more dead undergrads in the world lol)

There were some scary hazards in theory- like discovering after we moved my current lab that there were a bunch of water reactives/pyrophorics/self reactive chemicals that were previously kept in the inert gas environment of the glove box and for about a month lived on the bench top, maybe parafilmed or in ziplock bags but otherwise fairly exposed, while we organized and sorted all the chemicals into proper storage locations. I've had some glass explode on me under pressure or crack under heat, but usually within a fume hood (and I have goggles on whenever I am in lab). I work with liquid nitrogen fairly often now and scare myself overfilling Dewars and getting it on my gloves.

In a NON lab setting, my dad and ex gf had a blacksmithing shed in the backyard. So, heat hazards, sharps hazards, gas hazards, etc. Some acids for etching damascus that were left out in unlabeled containers. I've burned myself grabbing steel I assumed was cold (because it was black), but was several hundreds of degrees. The WORST thing is we used to have a wooden support table underneath our home built forge. The forge was fairly well insulated but ig it ran too hot for too long one day and at night the table started smoldering. It caught fire, right next to a bunch of propane tanks. We wouldn't have noticed either if my friend sleeping over that night- he left to hookup with someone off of grindr in the parking lot next door, came back, and saw the fire when he came back in the apartment. Woke us up and we put it out lol. Replaced that fucker with a welded steel table after that.

And then my dad is a weapons manufacturer/engineer so I've grown up around tons of guns and explosives and leaded ammunition and blah blah blah. So I guess those were safety hazards too.

[gubbles-owo]

i can only think to recount the events of today in stupid greentext format as to not drone on for an hour, so like >be me >haven't talked to parents in a year since they exploded at me for having "poor work ethic" (i have dysautonomia/POTS and cannot work lmfao) >parents start lovebombing over text on and off since september >dont respond once >amazon package shows up on christmas day from u know who >$17+ dollar 2-day holiday shipping clearly marked on label, what the fuck did they feel the need to rush to me so fervently >ignore it for a few days because dread >finally crack it open today >it's a.... fire blanket??? >what_in_the_fuck.jpg >is there some joke that went over my head? do they think we get raging wildfires where i live? do they think we plugged in a toaster wrong? have they just gone full senile?? >tell girlfriends about it >open it up to show them >THE_MISERY_BEGINS.WEBP >notice that hands hurt >lay it on the couch to try and fold up and put it back in the bag >ow fuck hands REALLY hurt >drop that shit on the floor >realize i have just wrought a plague of microscopic fiberglass shards unto my skin and half the living room >try not to have an emotional breakdown of guilt as gfs try and vacuum that shit off every surface >meanwhile i cannot lift a finger or do anything with hands without hundreds of tiny needles stabbing me >gfs come up with potential solution >wax >spread hot wax on fingers >run to the opposite end of the house >BLOODCURDLING_SCREAM_48kbps.OGG >OW OW OW OW OW OW OW IT IS SO FUCKING HOT >slowly peel it off after it cools a bit >check area with flashlight and close camera, it actually worked at pulling out the glass shards >spend the next 2 hours gritting teeth through multiple wax applications and peeling off >can sort of pick things up now and handle them without horrible searing pain, but holy fuck the irritation of all that sure still hurts so i dont think my parents had malicious intent in sending me this stupid thing, they're just kind of dumb boomers who will see something random on the internet and buy it as a gift because they never bothered to try and learn what kind of gifts id like but holy fuck what a miserable way to spend a day what a fucking entrance for my parents to make after years of emotional abuse my hands still hurt typing this lmfao

[thegreencocoon]

Cellulose vs. Fiberglass: Which Is Best For Your Attic in Cold Weather?

Choosing the right material is what one needs for an insulated attic. Insulation of your attic keeps your home warm while saving power by stopping warmth from escaping. Among many famous attic insulation substances, two popular ones are cellulose insulation and fiberglass insulation. Both have pros, but which is better suited for the attic during those harsh winter months? Let's break it down.

Why Proper Attic Insulation Matters in Cold Weather

In winter, because of poor insulation, hot air escapes upwards through your attic. This will drive up your utility bills besides posing an additional load to your heating device.

It keeps the warmth inside, preventing the cold air from entering your attic by preventing heat loss. Attic insulation is cellulose or fiberglass. For that reason, each of them has to be good for thermal resistance as well as long-lasting durability.

Cellulose Insulation

Cellulose is one of the primary sorts of attic insulation made generally from recycled paper products handled with hearth-retardant chemical substances. Cellulose insulation is exceptionally advocated for surroundings-friendly house owners who propose powerful insulation for their houses.

Advantages of Cellulose Insulation

1. High R-value: This is a great insulation that will keep your home warm in very cold weather and cool in hot weather.

2. Environmental Friendliness: Cellulose insulation has a basis in recycled products that make this more eco-friendly compared to every other different technique for insulation purposes.

3. Seal Gaps in Air: If it's installed properly, cellulose insulations fill tiny voids and fractures that seal tightly against air entry as compared with fiberglass.

4. Moisture Resistance: Moisture accumulation is minimized because it does not attract mold growth, allowing the air in your house to breathe fresh.

5. Soundproofing: It's also dense enough to support soundproofing. Your home becomes quiet and cozy.

Disadvantages of Cellulose Insulation

1. Sinks over Time: Cellulose settles or can crush after some decades. It may become less effective if it is installed improperly.

2. Heavier Material: It is heavier than fiberglass. That could put stress on some attics.

Fiberglass Insulation

Fiberglass insulation comprises thin glass strands and has been the most applied insulation material to date. Given that it's sold both in batt and loose-fill fiberglass, it has for decades been the favorite for use in attics.

Advantages of Fiberglass Insulation

1. Cost effectiveness: Fiberglass is often less expensive than cellulose, thus fitting on any budget.

2. Accessibility: Fiberglass batt insulation is easier to install and is located in most hardware shops, making it a completely convenient preference for many house owners.

3. Water Resistance: Fiberglass is proof against moisture because it does not soak up water; consequently, it can't develop mold or mildew.

4. Durability: Unlike cellulose, fiberglass does not settle and therefore maintains constant thermal performance over time.

Disadvantages of Fiberglass Insulation

1. Lower R-Value: Typically, the R-value of fiberglass is lower than cellulose; therefore, its performance is worse at very low temperatures.

2. Air Gaps: Fiberglass fills gaps and cracks much less well than cellulose does, creating a possibility for air leakage.

3. Environmental Issues: Fiberglass is not as green since it's not recycled.

Which Is Better for Cold Weather?

Usually, cellulose proves to be better than fiberglass for keeping your attic warm during the cold because of higher R-values besides better properties for air sealing. Its airtight barrier can more effectively prevent heat loss. Even being a more ecologically friendly choice, cellulose insulation can provide well-thought-out goals in energy efficiency towards today's modern demands.

Fiberglass remains a good contender, though: cheaper and lighter materials fit a tight budget requirement. It does not absorb much moisture and may be installed as easily as anyone expects.

Ultimately, it will have to depend upon your specific needs, budget requirements, and environmental sensitivity.

Consider Spray Foam Insulation as an Alternative

Any homeowner seeking excellent spray foam insulation service is worth considering. Spray foam provides the highest R-value per inch, is airtight, and works exceptionally well for inaccessible areas of your attic. Spray foam insulation installers can help those who live in extreme cold climates provide long-term energy efficiency and durability to their home.

Factors to Consider When Choosing Insulation

1. Climate: In Salisbury, MA, if the winters are pretty rough, a higher R-value material like cellulose is a better choice.

2. Budget: If you are concerned with budget, fiberglass is the best option.

3. Environmental Impact: For people who care about the environment, cellulose is the way to go, as it contains recycled content.

4. Professional Installation: Whichever cloth you opt for, cellulose or fiberglass, hiring professional insulation contractors guarantees that it is hooked up effectively for maximum effectiveness.

Why The Green Cocoon?

At The Green Cocoon, we provide you with excellent solutions in eco-friendly and strength-green insulation, inclusive of cellulose attic insulation fiberglass, or even advanced commercial spray foam insulation.

Our organization has the most skilled professionals imparting top-notch offerings to guide you on the quality insulations for your attic to live heat enough for the coldest months. Based in Salisbury, MA, we pride ourselves on delivering fantastic services that reduce strength intake and go away a smaller carbon footprint.

Conclusion

In contrast, both cellulose and fiberglass insulation are used for the attic, and they have their advantages. Still, when it comes to superior performance in cold temperatures, cellulose often wins the day. For an affordable, moisture-resistant choice, however, fiberglass will do just fine.

To ensure the best possible results, always employ expert contractors who can recommend and install the right kind of insulation for your home. Contact The Green Cocoon today to explore sustainable insulation solutions tailored to your needs!