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Propane Cylinders: From Empty to Essential – A Masterful Touch by Jade Ann Byrne
Propane Cylinders: From Empty to Essential – A Masterful Touch by Jade Ann Byrne The iconic Bernzomatic flame—a symbol of precision and power, ready to ignite ideas and fuel innovation. Jade Ann Byrne captures the essence of utility and artistry in every detail Safety above all: A stark reminder of the energy within. Extreme flammability paired with extreme craftsmanship. Each cylinder, a…
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carsthatnevermadeitetc · 2 months ago
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Chrysler CCV Concept, 1997. The China Concept Vehicle took inspiration from the Citroen 2CV and had a similar raison d'etat, to mobilise rural communities in emerging markets. The name was later changed to Composite Concept Vehicle to reflect the car’s construction from polyethylene terephthalate, or PET, the plastic that drinks bottles are made from which is fully-recyclable. It was powered by an air-cooled flat two-cylinder engine, like the 2CV, sourced from lawnmower manufacturer Briggs & Stratton. The project was shelved after the ill-fated merger with Daimler-Benz in 1998. Now both Chrysler and Citroën are part of the Stellantis multinational automotive manufacturing company.
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55sturn · 7 months ago
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✮ CRYING ON SATURDAY NIGHT
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pairing: psycho!matt sturniolo x fem!reader [ implied/past tense ]
synopsis: in which matt has always leaned towards all things horrifying and brutal his entire life, his very obvious issues coming out in the form of a deeply disturbing interest in gore, murder, death. he’s always known that he needs help but he’s also always been capable of keeping his instincts under control, until that fateful saturday night.
warnings: angst, blood, gore, death, guns, fire, slightly descriptive murder, swearing. literally nothing happy.
THIRD PERSON POV
everyone knows that there are three extremely distinct signs of something evil, dark, and severely fucked up manifesting in someone. and they primarily show during one’s childhood.
the signs are bed-wetting, cruelty towards animals, and some sort of obsession with either fire or something that can seriously harm, maim, or even kill someone.
and for matt, he never showed those three specific signs, but he did show a heavy and deeply twisted interest in horror, gore, death, and murder from a young age. he loved watching horror movies from as young as six. he would grow giddy as the fake blood spewed across the screen, he would even laugh as the victims in the movies died gruesome deaths.
his traits manifested in the sign of extreme intelligence despite struggling horribly in school, a strong lack of remorse and empathy, no genuine emotional connection to anyone or thing, extreme poorly regulated anger, narcissistic behaviour, and ease when it came to manipulation paired with an unbelievable level of charm.
he was never harmed or abused as a kid, in fact he grew up in an extremely stable and loving family, so when his parents started noticing how…different, matt appeared compared to other children his age, especially his brothers, they were concerned. at first they thought it was a phase, him trying to be like the effortlessly cool guys he saw in the movies he loved, until he “accidentally” set his family home on fire one day while playing with matches.
he was striking the matches, letting them burn out until they were nothing but nubs before tossing them to the floor, and chris had walked into the room, ignoring matt’s actions until he got nervous, and then chris proceeded to yell for matt to stop and that just egged matt on, so instead of listening, he took a handful of matches, struck them, and threw them in the recycling bin full of cardboard boxes and newspapers before holding chris in his arms, preventing his brother from ratting on him. matt forced chris to watch as the flames grew to a increasingly dangerous height, his eyes glistening at the sight of his creation, before letting chris run to warn their parents.
from that moment on, matt’s parents were deeply worried and took matt to therapy, in hopes that it’d help, and it did, until the one saturday night that ruined everything.
THERE’S FIFTY-TWO WAYS TO MURDER ANYONE, ONE AND TWO ARE THE SAME BUT THEY BOTH WORK AS WELL.
matt mulled over every way he’s seen someone kill another person in the movies in his head, trying to figure out what the fuck to do with the unconscious douchebag in the trunk of his car. he knew about fifty-two ways to kill someone total.
if he had taken his meds this morning, he wouldn’t have hunted the guy that you went on a with down, he wouldn’t have picked the lock and snuck into the stupid asshole’s closest, holding a police grade flashlight in his hand, the weight of the metal cylinder heavy beneath fingers, waiting until tyler opened the door to clock him over the head with it.
but he had no time to dwell over what he didn’t do, and instead he drove to his family’s cape cod house, the first two ways that popped into his head were suffocation and strangulation, but considering tyler’s build, it’d take far too long. he took a moment to breathe as he reached over and popped open the glove box, finding a box of matches sitting atop the insurance papers and the glock that he bought as soon as he turned eighteen, and an idea came to him.
as he pulled into the driveway of the family lake-house, he pocketed the matches and tucked the gun into his waistband before popping open the trunk and dragging tyler over to the fire pit, throwing his body in the middle of it before grabbing the rope from his trunk, quickly binding the guy’s arms and legs together. as he waited for him to wake up, he texted you, telling you to come to the cape house, stating it was an emergency.
when tyler woke up again, he was quick to knock him out again, planning to lead you in through the front of the house. but when your car pulled up, matt wasn’t sure what to do because you were quick to climb out and run over to him, your body trembling as you realized what matt had done.
I KNOW WHEN YOU’RE HOME, I WAS THINKING ABOUT YOU // YOU GO VICIOUSLY, QUIETLY AWAY.
your hand shook as you covered your mouth, you couldn’t fathom what you were seeing. you knew matt had some issues, and that he had a few dark fantasies but you never thought that matt, the quiet, seemingly gentle boy from your history class, was capable of murder. there was no way that your best friend, your matt, was capable of something so gruesome but he was.
“what the fuck is wrong with you matt?” you scream, unable to move your feet, feeling anchored to the spot you stood in.
“listen i didn’t want to do this, but seeing you with him set me off. i wanted to drop by your house and surprise you because i was thinking about you and i know when you’re home, but you weren’t home. so i checked your location. and then i drove by and saw you with him.” matt spits, his mind racing as he tried to reason with you.
“so what? did you ambush him in the fucking parking lot?”
“no. i tracked him down and whacked him with a flashlight and drove him here before calling you. it wasn’t hard to track him down considering how well known his family is.” matt scoffs, rolling his eyes as if that was the most obvious answer.
“you’re sick. did you call me here so you could kill me too?” you seethe, growing angry with matt’s audacity and terrified of how dangerous matt truly was.
“no. i called you here to prove that i’m doing this for you. for us. without tyler, there’s nothing standing in our way and we’ll be able to finally be together.” matt hums, his demeanour eerily calm as he flicks a handful of matches, throwing them on to tyler’s now dead and gasoline soaked body, matt had underestimated how hard the last whack to tyler’s head was before dumping a can of gasoline on him.
your sobs echoed in matt’s head as the flames grew, once again finding himself entranced by the way he could cause such a beautiful thing.
“you’re fucked in the head! i could never love someone like you!” you scream, watching as matt laughs at your comment before turning around and walking over you to, taking you face in his hands, you wanted to rip yourself away from him, to push him off of you, but you stood frozen in fear as matt looks at you.
“you don’t mean that, sweetheart.” matt whispers, pressing a quick kiss to your lips, bringing you back to reality as you shove him away.
“don’t touch me you sick bastard! i will never love a demented monster like you. you should’ve been locked up from birth or even worse, i wish you died in the fire you started as a kid.” you screech, watching as matt’s jaw clenches, his hand slipping beneath his sweater, your heart pounding as you see the gun sitting in his hand, realizing it’s now aimed at you.
“take it back you bitch. say you don’t mean it and i can spare you and we can run away and live together and fall in love.” matt whispers, his voice cracking as your words cut him deep, all he wanted was for you, for someone, to actually love him, but the things you were saying were making him think you couldn’t and if he couldn’t have you, no one else will.
“no. i don’t want to love someone as severely fucked as -“ your words were cut off as a gunshot rang through the air, and you could hear your heart pounding in your ears, and suddenly you felt something warm dripping down the front of your body. you went to wipe it away but in the gleam of the fire you see the thick, dark liquid coating your fingers, as you slowly fall to your knees.
matt had shot you in the chest.
“no no no. fuck!” matt mumbles as he pulls you into his lap, his hands trembling as he brushes your hair back, the blood in your mouth gurgling as you struggle to breath. the blood pools in your mouth causing you to cough and spit up a mouthful of blood.
“i’m so sorry sweetheart.” he whispers, tears falling down his face as he feels a strong sense of guilt for the the first time in his life, scared of what was going to happen.
“if you’re really sorry-“ you start, pausing to spit out more blood,
“you’ll turn yourself in.”
matt sobs against your shoulder, holding you tight to him as your body grows colder by the second, your breathing growing ragged and short, the time between each breath growing longer than the last. matt holds you for a long time after your last breath, softly brushing his fingers through your hair, whimpering as it grows matted with blood.
BUT THE BACKSEAT OF THE DRIVE-IN IS SO LONELY WITHOUT YOU // THERE WAS SOMETHING I FORGOT TO SAY, I WAS CRYING ON SATURDAY NIGHT, I WAS OUT CRUISING WITHOUT YOU, THERE WERE PLAYING OUR SONG.
as matt drove back to the city, his head filled with everything he forgot to tell you before you died in his arms. he had taken what you said in your past moments seriously, deciding that if he wants to genuinely make peace with himself and what he had done, he needed to confess to his crimes.
but a song on the radio caught his attention, BRIGHTSIDE by the lumineers, which was coincidentally yours and matt’s song. and subconsciously, he headed toward your favourite place. the drive-in theatre just outside of the city.
as he parked in the back row of the drive-in, he climbed into the backseat, listening to the rest of the song play as he sobbed against his hands. he knew what he had done, and there was no way to undo what he had done, so as the song finished, he climbed back behind the wheel and drove toward the police station.
AND THE COPS WONT LISTEN ALL NIGHT, AND MAYBE I’LL BE OVER JUST AS SOON AS I FILL THEM ALL IN.
as matt sat in the interrogation room, he mulled over what he could do if they set him free while the cops investigated. he figured he could possibly stop by your house, and sit in your room and smoke a cigarette, like you two used to do in highschool, one last time.
or maybe he could find a way to end his life, so he could see you one last time and hug you again, and apologize for how irrationally he acted.
but the one thing he did know was that he was coming clean for you, honouring your last words.
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carionto · 1 year ago
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Humans and Boredom V
Matter recycling and restructuring.
One of the most useful technologies any space faring civilization can develop is the ability to transform nearly any form of matter into almost any other on the molecular level (atomic would be perfect, but that's a bit more complex and power intensive). The most typical method is swarms of simplistic nanomachines - tell them to disassemble whatever junk you throw their way into convenient high density cylinders for each type of element or alloy found that the more sophisticated (and slower) nanomachines in the printers can then use to make all of the everything else.
Humanity is no exception to this, but they do have their own way of producing some of the more rare types of matter via a little thing they do with their true fusion reactors:
They deliberately overload and blow them up. "Contained" supercharged nuclear explosions using an actual (miniature) star.
"We've got a saying - when you've got a hammer, or in this case - tiny stars - every problem begins to look like a nail that needs an explosion."
Regardless of their insanity, as always, their version of nanomachine reassembly swarms is far more grotesque and dangerous.
For starters, they call them Grey Holes for the simple reason that normally you should not be able to see the nanomachines, as, well, they are on the atomic scale. But not here, no, crank up the density so high that you can see them, and oh yeah, keep them on and active at all times.
Fine, I will be fair and say that Humans do also have normal reassembly chambers that are fully contained, you insert the matter, close the gate, activate the machines, and in a few minutes safely take out the matter cylinders.
What I'm talking about here is a massive, visible, uncontained save for a magnetic field, always active swarm of ravenous nanomachines. They use this Grey Hole, well, okay, that's it's technical name, the workers call it PacMan.
Anyway, they move this PacMan over to a derelict cruiser, a Human cruiser by the way, so when I say massive, I mean it can engulf something that is several kilometers across. In a matter of just a few minutes, they move the PacMan from one end of the gigantic ship to the other. Minutes. Sometimes they play versions of this chipper tune as well. Were it not for the fact a simple electronic pulse even the smallest of ships can generate could fry the tiny brains of these simple machines, no doubt a Dissolution event would have occurred countless times across the Galaxy.
...hmm?
Humans call it the Grey Goo event?
And they knowingly call their reassembly nanomachine swarms Grey Holes. Right. Okay.
sigh Sometimes it feels Humans WANT an apocalypse to happen...
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wumblr · 4 months ago
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there's this cruel irony of imperialism -- obviously many of them -- and there's a good chance somebody is going to call me either shortsighted, highfalutin, ungrounded, or reaching for saying this, but i've been thinking about the networked effects of extracted resources. first it was spice colonialism, then the spices all turned out to be too aphrodisiac and this eventually led to the industrialization of cornflakes
they used to construct elaborate fictions for conflict minerals, this item is unbelievably valuable and the only appropriate use for it is to commemorate a lifelong, monogamous and reproductive relationship (diamonds). now the conflict mineral (lithium) is an unnecessary substitute for an herb (tobacco) and it has become disposable
the nature and progression of imperialism requires continual growth and this means the conflict minerals can't maintain their value, they turn from precious heirloom jewelry to litter, simply because litter is less rare and so more profitable. first they had to mine the raw metals to build out an electrical grid, and then the materials to build roads and cars, and now that the grid requires baseload batteries parked in your garage we're throwing lithium on the ground. plastics have an irrevocable hold on the market simply because they're petroleum byproducts
cities could never have become as large as they did without the development of firefighting and now the baseload batteries are inextinguishable. progress of ever-smaller fragmentation for profit leads to contradiction. the city cannot move forward without the conflict mineral battery, but it can't put the fire out and it can't stop throwing them away, ostensibly to suppress use of an herb, once medicinal, now an adulterated vice. because adulterating it not only increases the rate of cancer but attributes it to personal choice, which is necessary, because otherwise it would be more attributable to the materials that keep the system running (uranium). it's incredible
the state with the lowest rate of cancer is downwind of the test site, because it's populated by yet another extremist christian wing of imperial progress, so extreme that they don't smoke or drink, because these personal choices have an outsized influence in comparison to the global contamination that the development of the bomb caused. a bit of the money made from the extraction of resources is put towards repayment for citizens of the imperial core, for exposure to the product that created their way of life, but the program expires and nobody cares because they seem to think it didn't affect them
anyway somebody threw a whole clock radio in my garden. i took the battery and now i can't do anything with it unless i want to figure out where to take it to be recycled. holding this blue plastic-wrapped cylinder of fire risk conflict mineral in my little hand and ruminating on it. do you think it traveled further than i have to get to me? i should never have left it sitting next to my keys i've been glancing at it in passing every day for weeks. of course you're not supposed to throw them on the ground, but i've already criticized the abdication of responsibility by corporations for the waste their products become. makes it into another issue of personal choice when they wouldn't have existed if they hadn't been industrialized
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scotianostra · 5 months ago
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Malagan Sculpture and Obelisk, Lower Largo.
The garden that Malagan sits inand the house opposite belong to artist Alan Faulds. Malagan is name, although a signs says private, a local told me that the artist doesn't really mind people going in and admiring his work.
The name comes from Papua New Guinea however Alan got his inspiration on a trip to Lithuania from tall wooden roadside structures known as Roof Roles. The sculpture is carved from five sections of Scottish oak, some recycled oak floorboards and copper from a hot water cylinder. The finish is oil paint thinned with orange and linseed oils, it took him about a year to create.
The "Obelisk" sits on top of a former phone box and is in a similar style. The piece is made from accoya a sustainably sourced softwood native to New Zealand. From there it is often transported to the Netherlands where it is impregnated with acetic acid.
Mr Faulds has his own web page where ypu can find out more. I will post more pics, of his house and the gates later. https://www.alanfaulds.co.uk/
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mushroommanchanterelle · 10 months ago
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I've got an idea for an AU, but I wanted to dip my toes in the fanfiction water. Here it is, my first ever piece of fanfiction.
The smell of fresh coffee greeted the galley of the Normandy, wafting through the recycled air. Sitting at the table already was Kaiden Alenko, two cups of steaming coffee in front of him. He watches the hall intently. As if on cue, a sluggish, slumbering mass of blankets emerges from the captain’s quarters. Eleanor Shepard, the first human Spectre, nearly crawls out of her room. Her faded pink locks were tucked into a messy bun, strands of hair haphazardly jutting out from the top of her head. Kaiden gives her an amused smile as he takes a long sip of coffee.
“Rough night?”
She rolls her violet eyes and takes a 
seat beside him, neglecting to leave behind the standard issue sheets that covered her bed. 
“I made you some coffee.”
Eleanor eyes it, then picks up the mug, giving it a taste. Kaiden watches, leaning back in his seat. “How’d I do?”
The absolute mess of a commander laughs a bit as she takes a bigger gulp, then sets down the mug.
“Just how I like it. How’d you know?”
“I pay attention. You look like hell.”
Eleanor sighs and opens a maintenance hatch on the wall nearby, exposing the fire extinguisher. Kaiden raises an eyebrow, awaiting an explanation. Instead of responding immediately, Shepard shoves her hand past the red cylinder, and pulls out a fuzzy stuffed star just big enough to hug.
“You…put them in the walls. Adams isn’t going to like that.”
“Adams can bite me. It’s not hurting anything.” She slumps over, hugging the stuffed star close to her chest with a sigh.
“Come on, Shepard. Talk to me. What’s wrong?”
Eleanor takes another long gulp of coffee and closes her eyes, thinking about what she intended to say.
“It’s just… The crew. There’s a lot of new faces, and I’m just… I already said some pretty dumb things to Wrex. I’ve never worked with…with anyone that wasn’t human before.”
“Shot nerves? That’s not like you, Shepard. You say stupid things all the time and it’s never bothered you before.”
Eleanor grumbles and rolls her eyes.
“Seriously Elly. What’s bothering you about this?”
“It’s…a lot of things. Like I said, new faces, new problems. I mean, what do dextros even eat?”
Kaiden takes a pause to drink down the last of his coffee, pondering the question.
“Tali would probably know. She seems knowledgeable enough to figure out how to prep some food. Hell, maybe we can add her to the cooking rotation so she and Garrus can eat something that isn’t pre-packaged.”
“It’s not Tali that I’m worried about…”
Kaiden’s eyebrow raises, and he looks over Shepard. The hero of the Skylian Blitz, the first human Spectre, was staring down into her coffee, lost in thought, almost flinching at the name.
“You were thinking about Garrus again, weren’t you?”
Eleanor nearly drops her coffee as she recoils, looking up at Kaiden with wide eyes and a soft blush across her cheeks.
“I…I wasn’t! I just… I worry about him, you know? The guy’s got a bad relationship with his father, a-and with his investigation going poorly… I guess I just worry about his capabilities. There’s nothing more to it.”
“Shepard, you don’t have to lie to me. It’s pretty clear where you stand on the matter.”
Eleanor nearly slams the coffee mug down onto the table, looking away with an indigent expression.
“I don’t know what you mean, Kaiden. I outrank you. Don’t forget that.”
Kaiden puts his hands up, giving an amused smile.
“Fine, fine, pull rank if you’ve gotta. You’ve only ever done it when I’ve struck a nerve.”
Eleanor stares him down, face red, burying herself beneath her blanket.
“You like him, Shepard. You don’t want to admit it, but you do. It’s pretty obvious to everyone that’s known you for more than five minutes.”
“I don’t…I mean… I… Is it really that obvious? He’s a turian! I can’t-”
Her words get cut off by the sound of the elevator door opening. A familiar voice clears his throat, and Garrus walks out to greet the duo. “Good morning, Commander, Lieutenant. Am I interrupting something?”
Kaiden gives a friendly smile as Shepard sinks deeper into her blankets.
“No, you’re fine. I was just leaving anyway.”
Kaiden finishes his coffee and stands to leave, giving Eleanor one last amused chuckle before shaking his head and walking off, leaving Eleanor to sulk in her blanket fortress.
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annabelle-creart · 12 days ago
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The perks of parenthood
No. 3: Children can break things
"Are you sure you need that?" Sissi asked to Salvage, looking over his shoulder
"Yes, Si, I need it" Salvage replies as patient as he can be, which, fortunately, is a lot
“…You know Sissi is already a diminutive name, right?”
“Wait- really? For what stands?”
“For Elizabeth, is a human name, but my actual name is Sissi”
“Your name is human? What’s your cybertronian name then?”
“I don’t like to use it. Is boring” she said before finally transforming in a drone “I’ll go for that… ah, how did you said it looked like?”
“I’ll send you a picture of it” he said. She greeted him and went away. Salvage was about to take a step behind to take a good look at his whole project when he noticed he didn’t see another tool he needed “cubes!” He cursed for himself, thinking where could it be… right! Maybe someone on the rescue team could have one, they have their own space ship after all. Salvage went deeper in the bunker where the two space ships were paired. The team’s ship had open door but nobody was there at the moment “hm…” he murmured for himself, he really needed that tool… “I’ll return it back later, after all” he convinced himself to get on the ship, slowly and with open optics to watch out he doesn’t touch or break anything that he doesn’t need, at first it was just a normal space ship with lots of decorations and hanged photos, even if it was off, it had a good vibe, like a home. However, usually on this type of ships, the tool box is on a special compartment under the monitor, Salvage opened some, meeting only with wires and bottoms, which he unfortunately couldn’t understand much, now that he paid attention, all this ship was different from the old models he recycled back in Velocitron, at least most things were like if they switched places, he had to open all the easy access to the monitor’s function system before finally finding the correct door, which "damn" was stuck with some other things, he definitely didn’t recognized this ship at all, but he wasn’t sure if it was because it was from Cybertron and not Velocitronian or because it was an advanced model. He ignored his thoughts for a moment and took some things off of the compartment before finally getting the tool box out of it, he opened it and the first thing he saw was the tool he needed! Easy job! But just aside it, a brilliant cylinder caught his optic, he noticed it had a little and short chain around it, and what glowed definitely wasn’t energon, not even processed energon, it was deep purple with sparkle dust in it, but well! Whatever it was, it wasn’t his and he didn’t needed it. Salvage placed the tool on the subspace of his arms and-
“Hello?” GREAT SOLUS-! Salvage at the sound got so frightened he stood up, not noticing above him was a shelf in mid air, (well, glued to the wall) the thud of his helm against the shelf was as loud as his yell, but what put him more nervous was that he accidentally stepped on the tool box, making the box turn over and also making Salvage loss balance and almost stamp his faceplate against the floor if it wasn’t for his servos “Primus- are you okay?!” The bot offered their servo for Salvage to get up, but again, Salvage didn’t noticed which servo he gave in response, until he was on his pedes again, but something was sure since that little moment
Salvage will never forget the face Boulder did that day when all the purple sparkle dust covered and spilled from their servo
By Solus, Salvage broke the cylinder and only the tinted chain was left
Salvage brought his other servo to his mouth “Boulder- I’m so sorry-!”
“Is- is okay- don’t…” Boulder interrupted to calm him down, but their optics yelled out loud how upset they were, but got rid of it fast, like, really fast “why were you here, in fact?” Boulder asked with their neutral voice
“I- I just needed something- I was going to return it when I finished with it! I promise!”
“Is okay- just- just call if you need something and, by Primus- don’t play with things that are not yours- just as advice, and be more careful next time, you’re not a thief” this wasn’t Boulder’s neutral voice, in fact, this was a tone Salvage didn’t recognized, in another fact, this was a tone not even Heatwave heard in long time, in a very specific fact, Boulder hasn’t heard themself say something in that tone in front of anyone in long time “do you have what you needed?”
“Ah- yes! I’ll return it!”
“Good, help me with the little… accident first, can you?”
“Sure!” Salvage kneeled alongside Boulder to get the pieces of the tool box and put it in place on the compartment “the… ah, the thing I broke, it wasn’t important, isn’t it?” Salvage asked with such a dumb smile, like expecting it isn’t
In fact, it is, well, was, because you couldn’t have even a single drop of responsibility or delicacy to keep in- in one piece-!
“It wasn’t, don’t worry about that” Boulder took their gaze apart, standing on their pedes again “do you need help with your project?”
“Ah- no! I mean- if you can give me your opinion and you’re not busy” Salvage sounded kind of nervous, knowing he did something wrong, but yet Boulder gave him a smile and followed him, not before cleaning the purple liquid from their servo and the floor
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Boulder played with the cylinder, shaking it to make the sparkle dust visible, mostly from boredom but also from frustration, like if shaking their frustrations would calm them down, until a knock at the door distracted them, but if it was who they thought they were, better for them not to look at him, but yet, he sat aside Boulder waiting, Boulder didn't look at him, and even wondered why he just didn't talk, but the wind at the roof of the building was noisy and today's traffic was thigh, he surely disconnected his artificial audial. Boulder, despite they didn't wanted to look at the bot, was obligated when he tapped two times at their shoulder, making Boulder look at him by pure instict
Are you okay?
He moved his fingers and arms, forming words
Boulder didn't said anything, but their optics were too expressive to ignore
You know she's sorry-
Gear tried to sign, but Boulder gave a middle turn-around to not to look at him, fortunately, there still was another way, Gear started to tap multiple times on Boulder's back
Fortress is sorry
"If she's really sorry, then, she should have come here and tell me herself" Boulder said to themself, clearly mad, yes, they broke something important for her but it was a damn accident! There was no need from her to shout at them like that
What would you do if your cylinder brokes
Gear tapped, some seconds later, Boulder turned around again to look properly at Gear
Is the same, it was something important for her, don't be so rude with Fortress, she's really sorry for how she acted
Gear signed. After moments of thinking about it, Boulder sighed, they didn't wanted to talk with her, she's always rude and their relationship went from bad to worse when Gear and Fortress got separated, despite that, the little cylinder Boulder and Fortress made when Boulder was just a sparkling was still a little treasure for them
You're still young, you'll get it someday
It was okay, Boulder wasn't an adult on those times
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But Boulder is now an adult, and still trying not to cry over the last tangible piece of memory they had of the person they avoided the most when young, Boulder can't get why she was so rude or distant
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allthebrazilianpolitics · 7 months ago
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Fuel Is a Noble Product of Landfills, Which Receive almost 60% of Brazil's Garbage
Urban solid waste supports the production of biomethane for factories and vehicles; the gas is identical to petroleum gas but much less polluting
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About 350 trucks with garbage enter and 31 trucks leave carrying cylinders of biomethane, a product identical to the natural gas extracted from oil wells, with the difference that it emits a fraction of the greenhouse gases of its fossil counterpart.
This is the daily routine in the area of Seropédica, in Rio de Janeiro, where the 110 vehicles operating for Ciclus Ambiental, a Simpar company, make 350 trips per day to the group's landfills, from which Gás Verde, part of the Urca Group, produces energy from waste.
Energy recycling, or energy recovery, as this activity is called, is one of the fastest-growing waste reuse methods in Brazil. It transforms landfills— the final destination for almost 60% of the country's urban solid waste— into large complexes with biogas capture and energy generation.
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badarchitecturesucks · 2 years ago
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Eric van Hove, INLINE-6 MERCEDES BENZ CYLINDER HEAD, 2014
Camel Bone, Cow Bone, Recycled Sand-casted Brass, Resin & Wood Glue, 68cm X 14cm X 30cm
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carsthatnevermadeitetc · 1 year ago
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Mazda 121, 1975. The piston-engined version of the RX-5 (Cosmo AP in Japan) was sold on international markets as the 121. It was powered by Mazda's 1769cc "VC" SOHC 4 cylinder engine. It was identical to its rotary-engined sibling part from badges and having steel wheels instead of alloy. In Japan it was called the Cosmo 1800. The 121 model name was recycled by Mazda from the late 1980s onwards for a range of small cars.
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winterandwords · 1 year ago
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Author ask tag game
Thanks to @rickie-the-storyteller for tagging me in this one! I'm answering for Spin Cylinder (the sequel to November Breaks)...
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What is the main lesson of your story (e.g. kindness, diversity, anti-war), and why did you choose it?
I know I should say something deep and meaningful for this, but if there's a lesson in it at all, it's just "It's fun to make up some guys and then make them do fucked up shit"
What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding (like real-life cultures, animals, famous media, websites, etc.)?
Both Spin Cylinder and November Breaks are set in and around an unnamed every-city. Some of the locations are based on places I've been, like the cafe, Alchemy, which is based on a bar that no longer exists next to the beach in Edinburgh. Brett and Noah's house is pure wish fulfilment though. It exists in my head in so much detail and is basically what I would want from a house if money was no object.
What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, and help readers grow as a person?
There's a lot about identity going on, a lot of "Who am I without external expectations and this job that defined me for years?" The characters are also adjusting to a state of obsessive togetherness that they both fell into after being aggressively disconnected from the people around them for most of their lives. Please god do not let anyone be inspired by them. They are literally criminals and murderers. They are not supposed to be inspirational. They wouldn't know forgiveness if it shot them in the face. No-one is growing as a person as a result of reading this book. I'm just having fun writing their story and offering it up to anyone who enjoys exploring the dark side of human nature in a fictional sandboxed environment with lots of weather symbolism and expensive coats.
How many chapters is your story going to have?
I have absolutely no idea. I don't know if it's going to be a novel or serialised/episodic fiction. I'm still discovery drafting so it'll figure itself out.
Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?
It's original content and I'll be posting it here on Tumblr.
When and why did you start writing?
I missed this question first time round so I'm back to answer it now. I honestly don't remember when I started writing. Forever ago? As soon as I could write? I've always loved fiddling around with words for creativity and escapism, so I've always done it. I wish I had a better origin story, but I don't. It's very boring. I started writing novel-shaped things a few years ago. Before that it was short stories, creative non-fiction, and poetry. I worked in marketing and online comms for a while, so the word fiddling ended up being useful for that too.
Do you have any words of engagement for fellow writers of writeblr?
Is that meant to be words of encouragement? I'm going to assume it is. So. Write what makes your soul sing. If you love it, someone else will love it too. Creativity is not a one-size-fits-all pursuit. Make sure your goals are authentically your own and not other people's recycled expectations. Stop shoulding all over yourself. Have fun.
What other writers on Tumblr do you follow?
SO MANY AWESOME WRITERS!! I struggle to list people because I feel like I always leave someone out by accident. Look at the names that crop up regularly in my tag game posts. Those are good humans.
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Tagging @leebrontide, @lunarmoment, @magic-is-something-we-create and @manathen if you'd like to do it, with an open tag for anyone else who wants to join in. Questions under the cut 💜
What is the main lesson of your story (e.g. kindness, diversity, anti-war), and why did you choose it?
What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding (like real-life cultures, animals, famous media, websites, etc.)?
What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, and help readers grow as a person?
How many chapters is your story going to have?
Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?
When and why did you start writing?
Do you have any words of engagement for fellow writers of writeblr?
What other writers on Tumblr do you follow?
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feltpool · 2 years ago
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Subtle changes
At least Echo’s been being looked after while he’s been away
Someone has made sure he has more than one change of clothes and some far less conspicuous items about him
Previous S2 outfit:
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Brownish pants, grey buckled belt, recycled clone trooper pouches on his belt, repainted? kama
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Comes back from working with Rex and Co:
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Grey pants, bronze-ish coloured buckled (same one cleaned up?) belt with far less conspicuous leather pouches. Holster sits on the hip much more nicely now and the other pouch is far less bulky.
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Still got that cylinder on the back of it
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Feet look the same
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Different lower leg covers, and a brown stripe up the side of both the upper and lower leg plating. Although it’s hard to say for sure if that was there before or not because of his skirts
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ooops-i-arted · 2 years ago
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um is filoni using ahsoka and his ocs to replace some of the main characters in thrawn trilogy (luke skywalker and his allies) because he can't come up with ideas of his own? fuck that.
I am so mad right now I could chew glass
It's one thing to be inspired by, but imo it's straight up disrespectful to be rewriting Timothy Zahn's works (if that's the goal, admittedly we don't fully know that right now) at all. Let alone that the Thrawn Trilogy is THE defining work of Star Wars Legends. My mom took me to the library and handed me his books first when I was a kid after watching the movies. Before the sequel trilogy, this WAS the sequel trilogy for myself and a lot of others. Timothy Zahn spent his time making a carefully crafted written trilogy that could stand up to and be a successor to the films. It was the foundation of Legends. It provided us with beloved new characters - Thrawn, Mara Jade, Pellaeon, Talon Karrde. He put effort into making characters, incorporating them into Star Wars, expanding the world (Spaarti cloning cylinders, Dagobah and its Dark Jedi, what the Empire had become instead of just making a copycat like the First Order).
I mean legally it's probably all owned by Disney now. And I don't presume to know how Timothy Zahn feels. But I do know as a creator myself.... if I put all this work into crafting something like the Thrawn trilogy, and then it was just broken down into parts and recycled into some show for an overwritten OC who already has a ton of content either about her or propping her up..... I would be really fucking upset. Personally I find it really disrespectful and feel they should have built up a new villain that could have been inspired by Thrawn but is their own character. On top of that it just seems so creatively bankrupt. Just reusing a character because they're a big fandom name instead of creating something new. Kind of like the First Order started as a reorganizing of the Imperial Remnants which could've been inspired by Legends but had the chance to become its own thing, but then just kidding, it's Palpatine's Empire again after all. It just feels cheap.
I'm trying to make a thoughtful answer but I won't lie, at the base of it I'm really fucking upset to see a piece of Star Wars I really love and feel is really good and see it torn apart to fuel Filoni's My Faves Are The Best And Only Star Wars Characters Now agenda.
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somediyprojects · 1 year ago
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DIY Snowflake Panels
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Project by Sarah:
over the holidays i made lots of paper snowflakes to decorate our place for a holiday party. after the new year i couldn’t bear to throw away my delicate little friends so i decided to make a snowflake panel (+ pendant light!) out of them. my idea was definitely inspired by tord boontje‘s until dawn curtain. for the snowflakes i raided our recycling bin that was overflowing with junk mail and bills (ick). a little scissor angst perhaps? sure. i turned my credit card bills into something beautiful. paper snowflakes are often deemed “holiday decor”, but i feel the overall pattern of them together on the panel divorces them from that look. and hey, i live in a freezing climate where it’s not going to be warm anytime soon. my philosophy is to embrace it and enjoy its beauty while i can. – sarah
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materials needed for snowflake panels:
paper (preferably from your recycle bin) good quality scissors elmers glue white masking tape measuring tape
my two tips for making great snowflakes are to use good quality shears (i actually use kitchen shears. they are sharp and very strong) and try to eliminate a lot of paper. this is what makes them look more interesting. shoot for 40% paper 60% negative space. (or even more!)
1) make an assortment of large, medium and small snowflakes. snowflake tutorial here: http://www.wikihow.com/Make-a-Paper-Snowflake
2) measure your window or determine how large you’d like your panel to be.
3) for the top row line up a straight row of large snowflakes to your desired width. glue the overlapping edges together. this will be the part of the panel that carries the weight so use sturdier/thicker snowflakes. i reinforced the top edge by running a line of white masking tape on the front and back.
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4) for the rest of the panel i find it’s best to use a varied/random pattern. to determine where you should put the glue, first lay down your snowflake and look at the parts that will overlap with the other piece. eyeball these spots and dab tiny dots of glue onto the back of the snowflake. press together.
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5) use the small and medium sized snowflakes to fill in the gaps between the larger ones.
6) when you’re done you can tie it with string to your curtain rod or simply tack it up with the masking tape.
snowflake pendant
materials needed:
snow flake panel (about 2 feet long by 2.5 feet wide) compact fluorescent light bulb (DO NOT use an incandescent. CFL’s use less energy and they’re not as hot) pendant light socket 1 sheet of plastic vellum (11″ x 14″) thick gauge wire wire snips pliers clear tape white masking tape twine
1) cut a 2ft piece of wire and bend into a circle. crimp the ends together with the pliers. the circle should be 1 ft in diameter. trim off excess. cut two pieces of wire 1.5 ft in length. fasten into an x shape and twist the edges of the x around the circle.
2) make a cylinder out of the vellum. tape together with clear tape. this will act as a light diffuser.
3) attach pendant light socket cord to cross section of the x shape of the wire by knotting with twine.
4) attach cylinder to the wire with clear tabs of tape.
5) attach the top of your snowflake panel to the edges of your circle with tabs of white masking tape. hang it, plug it in and you’re done. voila!
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