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[mrsmothmom]

I recently had to deal with some horrible people invading my stream with them saying some not so nice things to me and about others.

I’m still fresh and new to streaming and don’t have mods. How am I supposed to combat this?

buckle up

if you're a streamer reading this, and you have a tip that i haven't mentioned here, please feel free to reblog and add on~

how to deal with assholes

part 1: you are the dad of this rodeo

never forget the most important part of streaming. you are in control. you turn the stream on, you turn it off. you have all the power.

with that out of the way, let's talk about chat moderation.

part 2: a viewer is never more valuable then your time

when new streamers encounter people who are kinda mean, they sometimes feel like they have to put up with it because no one else is watching. this is incorrect.

you do not have to put up with anything - this is your stream and this is your community (even if that community is just you for now). tell mean people to be cool or move on. that is always your right.

part 3: ban them

if someone comes into your stream and makes you and your community uncomfortable, ban them. ask questions, think deeply, feel feelings about it later.

when you ban them, their messages for the last while will go away. they can appeal later and cry about it on their own time. if you ban by mistake, simply unban them and apologize. nice people who enjoy your stream will understand. rude people who don't care about you will be a problem about it. you don't want people in category 2 in your stream anyway.

part 4: what you react to is what you get

the bigger your reaction to something, the more of it you will receive. twitch is all about reactions (just ask xQc).

therefore if people are being mean, they are doing it to see you react. they want evidence that the bullying is working. therefore...

do not let them see you sad

do not let them see you mad

do not let them see you cry

do not argue

do not negotiate

the best reaction you can have to a group of rowdy bullies is the stone-faced enforcement of your power.

part 5: what to do, step by step

in the event that your stream is overtaken by a whole group of assholes (maybe just some bullies, maybe a hate raid), i encourage you to take the following steps:

stop, take a deep breath. all problems are solvable, and all disasters recoverable. do not let panic take over

go on break and mute your mic. don't give them the satisfaction of seeing you upset (the more overwhelming the attack, the more abrupt your break should be - don't bother explaining why you're leaving. if you have time to say anything at all, say that you'll be back in a moment and nothing else)

put chat in emote only mode

put chat is sub only mode

if you can, run some ads (if they're gonna be assholes, you might as well get paid)

if there are an actionable number of people causing the problem (read less than 30 or so), ban them by hand now. you can do more advanced clean up later if you need to. if it's too many to ban, you've gotta end the stream.

once the folks have been cleared out, get back on stream, apologize to your real viewers for the interruption, restore chat and continue on your way. don't bother giving air time to assholes. when it's over, it's over.

if you are too upset to continue stream, don't.

if you use a stream bot, stream deck, or alternative (touch portal, deckboard, etc), you can set many of these actions to a button that you can press to automatically go into SOS mode. i strongly recommend this.

part 6: aftermath

your community will move on as soon as you do. take a moment to calm down, decompress, and remember that those people don't know you and their opinion means nothing. don't let the community dwell on it - that is what they want, for you to be sad for as long as possible.

if you've got a whole ton of bots clogging up your followers, use commander roots tools to clear them out:

part 7: prevention

prevent known bots and assholes from crawling into your stream by using commander roots tools (to pre-ban folks) and sery_bot:

part 8: other security measures

never stream live from a public (as is people you don't bring in can appear) discord channel. if you are live, make sure you have total control over what appears on stream

never click links without checking them off-live first. what your friend thinks is harmless fun might be ban-able by twitch TOS

avoid streaming your entire desktop

people are not entitled to everything they want right when they want it (NO MATTER HOW MUCH MONEY THEY GIVE YOU). people who care about you will wait until your ready and willing do say / do / answer / preform etc. etc.

set community rules and hold everyone and yourself to them.

put disclaimers on links to gift / donate / tip you saying that everything is considered a gift and is non refundable or exchangeable.

part 9 (FINAL): respect yourself

it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks is ok. all that matters is that you feel safe and comfortable. remember:

hit them with the biggest hammer you have, and never look back.

i hope this is helpful. godspeed.

[ficuspax]

WOODEN PALLET MANUFACTURER – FICUS PAX

What Are Wooden Pallets?

Wooden pallets are flat structures typically made from wood, designed to support goods in a stable manner while being lifted by forklifts, pallet jacks, or conveyors. They consist of deck boards, stringers, and blocks that come together to form a sturdy platform capable of withstanding the rigors of transportation and storage.

Why Choose Wooden Pallets?

Wooden pallets offer numerous advantages, making them a preferred choice for businesses worldwide. Their strength, durability, and affordability make them indispensable in industries ranging from manufacturing and warehousing to retail and agriculture. At Ficus Pax, we take pride in crafting high-quality wooden pallets that meet the diverse needs of our clients.

Common Uses & Benefits of Wooden Pallet

Wooden pallets play a crucial role in streamlining logistical operations across various sectors. Let’s delve into some common uses and benefits of these versatile structures.

Common Uses

Shipping and Transportation: Wooden pallets are widely used for safely transporting goods across the globe. Their standardized dimensions ensure compatibility with different modes of transportation, including trucks, trains, and ships.

Warehousing: In warehouses, wooden pallets facilitate efficient storage and organization of products. They allow for easy stacking, maximizing storage space and enhancing inventory management.

Manufacturing: Wooden pallets are indispensable in manufacturing industries for handling raw materials, work-in-progress items, and finished products. They enable seamless movement within production facilities, optimizing workflow efficiency.

Benefits of Wooden Pallets

Cost-Effectiveness: Compared to alternative materials, wooden pallets are cost-effective to produce, repair, and recycle. This affordability makes them a preferred choice for businesses seeking to optimize their supply chain costs.

Durability: Despite their lightweight nature, wooden pallets are remarkably durable, capable of withstanding heavy loads and rough handling. This durability ensures longevity, reducing the need for frequent replacements.

Sustainability: Wooden pallets are environmentally friendly options, as wood is a renewable resource. Additionally, wooden pallets can be repaired, refurbished, or recycled, minimizing waste and contributing to sustainable business practices.

Types of Wooden Pallets

Wooden pallets come in various types, each tailored to specific applications and requirements. At Ficus Pax, we offer a diverse range of wooden pallets to suit our clients’ needs.

Stringer Pallets

Stringer pallets feature parallel wooden boards known as stringers, which support the deckboards from beneath. These pallets are ideal for heavy-duty applications and are commonly used in industries requiring robust support for heavy loads.

Block Pallets

Block pallets incorporate solid wooden blocks at each corner, providing enhanced stability and load-bearing capacity. These pallets are well-suited for applications that demand extra support and durability, such as international shipping and storage in harsh environments.

Two-Way vs. Four-Way Entry Pallets

Wooden pallets are also categorized based on entry points for forklifts and pallet jacks. Two-way entry pallets allow forklift entry from two opposite sides, whereas four-way entry pallets enable access from all four sides. The choice between the two depends on specific handling and storage requirements.

FAQs

What sets Ficus Pax apart as a wooden pallet manufacturer?

At Ficus Pax, we distinguish ourselves through our commitment to quality, reliability, and customer satisfaction. Our wooden pallets are crafted using premium-grade materials and adhere to stringent manufacturing standards to ensure superior performance and durability.

Do you offer customization options for wooden pallets?

Yes, we understand that every business has unique needs. That’s why we provide customization options for wooden pallets, including size, design, and load-bearing capacity, to meet our clients’ specific requirements effectively.

Are your wooden pallets compliant with international shipping regulations?

Absolutely. Our wooden pallets are designed and manufactured to comply with international shipping regulations and standards, ensuring smooth and hassle-free transportation of goods across borders.

[weirdstrangeandawful]

Part XVII – Slings and Arrows

TW: naval battle, blood, drugs

Word count: 2297

<-Part XVI – “I cannae get more Irish!”

Table of contents

Part XVIII – Outrageous Fortune->

All eyes peer down the channel as an unfamiliar ship crests the horizon. It barely moves, sails unfurled only to counter the movement of the Channel waters as it bobs threateningly in the distance, not coming to port, not passing through, just waiting… for something.

“Can you make out the flag?” Carroll murmurs to his commanding officers apprehensively, “Plain white?”

“Looks plain white,” Quinn responds.

Ethel and Helen agree with nods and murmurs.

“God fucking damn it!” the curse words, readied the moment they’d spotted the ship, leave Carroll’s mouth without a moment’s thought, “I’ve had enough with the French. Fought an entire bloody war and corsairs are still around trying to pick us off.”

“Are we engaging?” Helen asks, battle-ready as always.

“Really would be nice if we had a choice, eh? They’re flying their dastardly white flag and we look about well-matched. Best we head them off before they pick on a merchant ship,” Carroll sighs. “Get us ready.” He turns to Rowan, the irony dripping off his words, “Welcome back to full duties, Sinclair.”

The ship’s command scatter, rallying the crew and preparing the ship for battle. Rowan with Tilley to the guns, Ethel to the seamen, and Helen to medical.

“Carroll.” Kyte pads over hesitantly.

“Kyte, I’m sorry, I really need you out of the way.”

“I know. I was going to ask you where I wouldn’t get in the way or what I could do to help,” Kyte clarifies, itching to run.

“Away from the ship’s magazine, away from the guns, and away from the upper deck when we engage them,” Carroll counts off items on his fingers, clearly in his element. “Before we do though, I’m sure Helen’ll appreciate some help.”

With a nod, Kyte heads down the hatchway to find Helen, smiling slightly at Carroll’s practised confidence.

“Kyte! I was hoping Carroll would send you over to help,” Helen shoves a pail of sand in Kyte’s hands immediately, “It’d help immensely if you could spread this around the lower deck for me. There’s some more in this store,” she instructs, indicating the storage space behind her.

“Okay…” Kyte accepts the unconventional task with confusion, wondering what business the ship’s surgeon had scattering sand before a battle.

Sensing his confusion, Helen explains, “It’s so no one slips on any blood.”

“You’ve all gone mad!” Kyte exclaims, his confusion replaced with horror as he begins throwing sand over the deckboards as Helen had instructed.

“Well, you’ve definitely got to be a little insane in our line of work. Anyway, thank you so much.” She runs off leaving Kyte alone with the macabre task.

“Chisholm. Casualties?” Carroll’s voice is efficient, almost cold, as he runs through his post-battle mental checklist.

“Five or six on our end. All minor. None that I know of on the merchant ships. Ten or Fifteen on the French ship I think. Waiting on your orders now.”

“Thanks. I’ll let you know once I’ve spoken with Sinclair and Snowball. Speak of the devil,” Carroll turns to Rowan, walking with purpose from the hatchway. Carroll’s face falls the moment he sees Rowan’s expression, “Oh no.”

“I’ll admit it’s not looking too good,” Rowan’s update comes nearly unprompted, “She’s not taking on water but we’ve got some damage perilously close to the waterline. We’ve not had the chance to survey the rest of the damage – Eoin’s at it right now – but I’ve just spoken to Snowball and with the wind picking up I’d advise we return to port if at all possible.”

Carroll turns to Ethel expectantly.

She nods, “The Falcon’s on the Scottish side if we can make it back there? We can hand off to them.”

“Are we good to tow our prize?” Carroll asks Rowan.

“Probably. So long as we don’t take on too much weight.”

“Understood, thank you Sinclair. Do what you can for us, will you?”

Rowan acknowledges, stepping back as Quinn shows up to discuss with Carroll, “Master.”

“Boatswain.”

Eyes narrowed in inappropriately lighthearted suspicion, Ethel turns off to head back to the merchant ship a final time, “I’ll let them know to head on without us?”

At Carroll’s questioning look, Rowan readily concedes, “May as well. We’re no good.”

“I agree,” Quinn jumps in, asserting unnecessary – and uninformed – authority, “We’re sitting ducks right now and they probably stand a better shot heading on without us.”

With a single nod, Ethel hurries off.

“All right then. Immediate plan: we wait for Chisholm to get back and head back as soon as possible. Sinclair, keep the ship together until we get there. I trust you.”

With one final nod, Rowan heads below deck. The sand grinds under his feet and he longs to do some simple menial work like sweeping it rather than surveying the damage. At least they’re all alive and okay save for a few scrapes at most. “Eoin!” Rowan calls out to the boatswain’s mate.

“Yes sir.”

“We’re heading back to port soon. Keep an eye on the damage near the waterline for me. Make certain we don’t take on water.”

“Yes sir.”

“Oh, and where’s Tilley?” Rowan inquires lightly, referring to his gunner’s mate.

“With O’Friel, sir. Minor scrape I think. I’m sure he’ll be around soon.”

“No rush. If he gets back, send him to talk to me, I could use a hand.”

“Yes sir.”

Rowan heads off, around the lower deck, searching for damage to the hull. The upper deck seems to have borne the brunt of the damage, with only a couple shots to the hull. Typical French Navy tactics bleeding into the corsairs.

Heading systematically into each berth and cargo hold and storage room with meticulous practice, Rowan jots tick marks on a slate in a pattern only he can comprehend. Entering his own cabin, Rowan frowns slightly at its emptiness, suddenly wondering where Kyte might have got to. He moves step-by-step, room-by-room along the port side eventually reaching Carroll’s storage room. He hesitates briefly, wondering as he does every time whether he ought to continue down the starboard side and let Carroll check the room himself.

Again, as he does every time, he gently pushes on the door, letting it swing open under its own weight, fully expecting the mostly empty room, occupied only by a couple storage trunks and spare equipment in the corner, to remain undisturbed.

A sting of fine misted seaspray hits Rowan square in the face instead. Immediately, he notices the hole left by the roundshot, luckily high above the waterline. The dense metal orb had miraculously come to rest in the newly repaired spare gaff sail before causing what could have been devastating damage.

A small whimper draws Rowan’s attention to the empty corner opposite the damage. Kyte’s lying curled up in the foetal position, all but part of his head and shoulders buried under a thick woollen blanket. As softly as possible, Rowan crouches beside him, his voice barely above a whisper, “Hey! What’s going on Kyte?”

No answer apart from a quivering whimper.

“Kyte. You okay?” Rowan presses patiently.

A nod.

“You sure?”

Not a movement.

“Are you frightened?”

A breathy whimper escapes the lump under the blanket which Rowan takes as confirmation.

“Okay. Take some deep breaths, eh. Skirmish is over and we’re heading back to the port soon. I’ve got to check the hull starboard side and report to Carroll, then I’ll be right back to sit with you, okay?” Receiving only tentative acknowledgment, Rowan hurries down the starboard side, thorough but not leisurely. Minutes later, he finds Carroll on the upper deck, finalising plans with Quinn.

“Sinclair. Is it urgent or quick?” Carroll asks, itching to head out as soon as possible.

“It’s quick.” Rowan continues at Carroll’s permission, “Eoin’s monitoring the major damage port side, we took a major hit to the bow a decent way above the waterline and got lucky in terms of damage though it did penetrate the hull into the cargo storage. No damage to the starboard side. From my perspective, you’re good to go.”

“You’ve the crew at your disposal, Sinclair.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Dismissed with a nod, Rowan hurries back down to Kyte, calling out his update to Eoin on the way. “Hey, Kyte? I can sit with you now. Why don’t we move somewhere warmer, okay?” Rowan crouches a few paces away, a subtle attempt to get some movement out of the petrified lump. He sees Kyte tense as the ship lurches to sail back toward the Scottish port.

“Rowan…?” Kyte’s voice quivers and his eyelashes are drenched with tears when he finally looks up at Rowan. He takes a deep breath only for it to catch in his throat and dissolve into a low groan. “It hurts…”

With those two words, Rowan’s expression shifts dramatically, “What hurts, Kyte?” he pushes with new urgency, inching close enough to pull back the blanket and physically coax the suffering bairn to uncurl. Rolling Kyte gently onto his back, Rowan immediately spots the source of Kyte’s pain: a sizable splinter of the ship’s hull lodged firmly in the side of his lower abdomen. 

Kyte groans at the movement, instinctively pressing down harder with the by-now-bloodied hand planted around the splinter. His stained shirt glistens as the harrowing liquid seeps through. Vision flickering from the pain and sudden adjustment, he lets escape an audibly pained moan.

“Oh my god… Kyte… I’m getting you to Helen.” Kyte feels an arm threaded under his upper back.

“Rowan please don’t pick me up,” Kyte’s weak plea comes out far more feeble than he had intended, “You’re going to hurt yourself.” He tries to breathe through a new wave of pain, not caring about the tears of sheer anguish running over his face. Only trying to stifle the sobs to prevent a new crashing bout of agony.

He feels Rowan lift him off the hard floor with little more than a breath to soften the strain to his ribs. Rowan’s steps and the ship’s movements both threaten to tear Kyte apart from the inside and he feels himself hang like a deadweight with no strength to lift his head. He closes his eyes, shutting out the disorienting lurching movements the world makes around him, unsure if he’s sick from the motion or the pain.

“Where’s O’Friel?” even with his hearing muffled by the rush in his ears, Kyte can make out the urgency in Rowan’s voice.

“In her cabin,” replies an unrecognisable voice likely belonging to one of the bodies he feels himself agonisingly brush into en route to… somewhere.

A few moments, another panicked interaction, and several jolts of pain later, Kyte feels his shivering body placed on an upholstered bench. The tufting buttons that have become untethered over time dig into his back, a welcome distraction from the pain. The blanket’s still tangled around his legs, though pulled back from his body now. He moans lowly, feeling a large, gentle hand on his cheek quiet him in what should be, and yet still isn’t, a comforting gesture.

Another round of commotion wracks the small cabin as too many bodies try to move about in the small space. Kyte can’t tell if they’re coming or going or simply moving about, only that he hasn’t the strength to open his eyes and can’t possibly defend himself against the agonising pain that comes with every bump and jostle. He cries out softly in a trembling voice, barely trying to form the words to express his discomfort. Trying in vain to ease the pain as he curls his bloodied fingers around the first thing they latch onto.

Finally, Kyte hears the door close with a soft snap. He pries open his eyes at Rowan’s gentle coaxing, peering through the stinging tears to inventory the room. He’s alone with Helen and Rowan in Helen’s cabin. His scarlet-kissed hand stains the cream-coloured cloth of Rowan’s sleeve as he continues to grip it like the lifeline that had kept him afloat in the wreck. The sudden quiet cutting through his disorientation, he meets Rowan’s worried gaze.

With the hand not busy holding a bloody cloth to Kyte’s wound and being held by Kyte’s white-knuckled fingers, Rowan brushes the damp hair from Kyte’s forehead. “How are you doing?”

Kyte looks down, letting out a whimper incongruent with the soft fog settling over his mind. The splintered wood remains embedded in his clothes and flesh between Rowan’s fingers. He looks up as Helen approaches with a tin cup.

“Are you feeling up to drinking something?”

“Think so…” His voice, feeling somehow disembodied, comes out hoarse and strained as he tries to sit up slightly with Helen’s help.

Helen hands him the cup, “It tastes fairly horrible–”

“Can attest” Rowan pipes up.

“But,” Helen eyes Rowan threateningly, “it should help–”

“Can attest”

“–You feel better,” she finishes with an externalised sigh.

Kyte drops his head, ignoring another prompt from Helen, trying to breathe through the fog just enough to formulate a response. He feels the chill of Rowan’s hand on his face, knowing Rowan’s lifted his head just enough to see what Kyte knows must appear a vacant stare.

Finding a scrap of strength amongst the pain, he eyes the contents of the cup suspiciously, eyes now watering as much from the sweet and bitterly smokey smell as from the pain. “What is it?”

“Laudanum.” Helen answers lightly, reassuringly naming the medicinal poison, “I’ll get you some water for the taste once you’ve drunk it if you want. Promise.”

Scrunching his face for good measure, Kyte drains the cup and hands it back, repeatedly sticking out and retracting his tongue like a dog that ate something it probably, most certainly, shouldn’t have. He eyes Helen and the offending hull fragment apprehensively, dreading her next move.

[nghkworks]

An easy assembly and disassembly concept was employed in the construction of the tree frame. Each tree measures 2.4 m tall and 1 m wide when assembled. Unfinished pallet deckboards and pallet blocks were cut and slotted into the wooden centre. Each deckboard can be fanned out to create a spiral structure for embellishments. At the top of the tree sits a wooden star tree-topper pyrographed with the logo of the DBS Giving Tree.

[palletservices]

Pallets Repairs: What Are The Things To Know About

Pallets are one of the most common and essential materials used for transporting goods in various industries. They provide a stable and sturdy base for items to be moved and stored, ensuring they reach their destination safely. However, pallets can become damaged over time, affecting their functionality and putting the goods they carry at risk. Pallet repairs are crucial in ensuring the longevity and efficiency of pallets. So let's know more about the same. 

Pallet repairs involve fixing damaged or broken pallets to ensure they are designed for regular use. There are different types of pallet repairs, including nail replacement, board replacement, stringer repair, and deck board repair. The extent of the damage will determine the type of repair required.

Nail replacement involves removing old and rusty nails and replacing them with new ones to ensure the pallet's sturdiness. Board replacement is necessary when some boards on the pallet are broken or damaged and need to be replaced to maintain the pallet's strength. Stringer repair is required when the pallet's stringers, the wooden beams that support the deckboards, are broken or damaged. Deckboard repair involves fixing damaged or broken deckboards on the pallet.

 Benefits of pallet repairs 

Repairing pallets is a cost-effective option compared to replacing them. 

In the long run, repairing pallets can save companies significant money as they won't have to purchase new pallets frequently. 

Pallet repairs also help companies meet sustainability goals by reducing waste generated.

By repairing pallets instead of disposing of them, companies contribute to a greener environment.

Pallet repairs also ensure the safety of goods transported on pallets. Damaged pallets can break or collapse, putting the items on them at risk. By repairing pallets, companies provide pallets that can support the weight of their goods. Thus, as a whole, they ensure the interests are entirely protected. 

Final thought 

Therefore you can look for Plastic Pallets Recycling or have Used Pallets from a well-known pallet hub.

[thedivinemsem]

The past couple of weeks I got my home improvement mojo back. I painted the bathroom with the paint leftover from my kitchen and after a moment or two of WTF, I decided I don't mind it being a bit bright. Next will be replacing the tub tile....one wall had to be cut open for my faucet installatation and unfortunately, because its a textured white tile, its not something I can match - I need to either replace or cover it all up.

Then it was on to the basement. I had peel and stick tile on the floor that was starting to come up after a lot of years and I really wanted carpet, but didn't want to spend much money or have to worry about the possibility of mold if it got damp. So I found these industrial carpet squares at Home Depot for less than a dollar a square foot. They were easy to install (they have tape on the back), heavyweight so they lay flat, and I'm very happy with how it turned out. I want to put some better lighting in, but all in all I think I might actually use the space a bit more.

Finally, I've been struggling a bit with my hot tub deck steps. They shouldn't need a railing, but when I have my hands full with a glass of wine and my portable speaker and its dark.....my balance isn't all that. As it turns out, I had some cedar 4x4 posts and a board left over from my earlier deck replacement project, and a bit of YouTube helped me figure out how to make a safe and sturdy handrail that blends well with the existing 10 year old deck. I still need to replace some, if not all of the deckboards, but thats going to require having lumber delivered as well as moving the hot tub, so I'll probably wait until the fall.

And I'm pleased, because I really haven't felt quite myself for a while. I'd come home from walking or exercise class and find myself napping the afternoon away much too often. I discovered interaction with others to be more effort than pleasure, wasn't sleeping very well, and had been spending a lot of time being vaguely sad without a specific "woe".

Whatever it was, it's starting to pass, and I'm grateful.

[raysraves]

I personally recommend SoundPad, its a cheap virtual soundboard and also on Steam though I own the one from the website. It lets you playback sounds on your microphone and your speakers/headphones with an automatic equalizer to make sure all sounds are around the same volume level. You can get it here from their website:

You can also pair this with Deckboard, which I also use. It works like a virtual Streamdeck and can pair your computer with an Android device via wi-fi if you like custom buttons and/or want more buttons and have an old phone lying around. The free version only allows a grid of 4 x 3 per page but the paid lets you have as many as you want. (I don't remember if you can have unlimited pages in the free version.) You can also use Deckboard to control Discord or run commands or open apps or even control OBS and more, such as macros for OBS!

I think paid about $15-$20 for both apps ($5 for Soundpad, $10 for Deckboard) and have been using them for a couple years now.

I think there was also a piece of software that allows Windows to recognize 1 keypress from 2 different keyboards as different inputs, which would allow you to use Deckboard like a physical Streamdeck, but I don't remember it.

Hope this helps someone and made sense. I don't really interact much on this website, so sorry if this was awkward or weird in any way.

Hi Penny!! I was just wondering what kind of soundboard you use or if you have any recommendations for one? I love me some Silly Sounds and am looking to do some thinking on soundboards =]

I just put virtual soundboard buttons on my Stream Deck! I have literally no use for a dedicated soundboard since getting this thing haha.

[kongarmor]

The old #countrydeckrails . Just some #deckpost and some #deckboards and a whole lot of ingenuity. Around here we don't care to much about fancy words like #code and #regulations Naw ..... Not necessary #deckarmor4life #kongarmor lifetimedeckcoating #deckrescuepainting #deckpainterslovelandohio #lovelandohio #deckrestorationpainting #thickdeckresurfacepaint #industrialdeckpaint #toughfilmtechnology #splinterlocktechnology #lifetimelimitedwarranty #lifetimeservicepromise #decklife #backyardlife #deckstaincolors #deckpaintcolors #brown #kongarmor #lifetimedeckarmor #deckdesign #deckprotection #deckresurfacing #deckrailsarmor #compositedeckingalternative #backyarddeck #savemydeck (at Loveland, Ohio) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChYQqrLMD5E/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[amongussexgif]

All done! Today was cooler.

took 4 days total. First one was spent on concrete, 2 3 and 4 are were frame, deckboards, and finishing touches

Built a deck frame today

my job a lil bit funky

[explorebrowncounty]

I guess we'd better let the cat out of the bag. We've got some major changes happening to one of our zip courses. We're a little behind schedule, which is why the tours that utilize the line are not yet open. The changes will allow for more room. All boards are stained. Let the heavy lifting commence. Pics and vids to come, we hope. #zipline #staining #deckboards #screamer #zipon #ziptour #zipcourse #winterprojects #springprojects ~ #xbc #explorebrowncounty #valleybranchretreat #vbr #paintballvalley #harvesthall #nashville #indiana #nashvilleindiana #browncounty #browncountyindiana #indiana_explored #optoutside (at Harvest Hall at Explore Brown County) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bvc-zgFBfHr/?igshid=5sqzkwu7qx9n

[weirdstrangeandawful]

Part XVI – “I cannae get more Irish!”

TW: none

Word count: 1318

<-Part XV – Ship Things

Table of contents

Part XVII – Slings and Arrows->

The post-storm light tints everything a disorientingly garish hue of golden-yellow as the Resolute glides toward the Scottish coast. Her crew has settled since the storm and Quinn guides them into port.

“Who are we handing off to?” Ethel asks Carroll.

“HBMS Falcon,” Carroll answers, an arm casually slung over a rail. He always seems more relaxed after a high-pressure sailing and to-day is no exception. He almost smiles at Quinn’s confidently efficient commands.

The air stills as they come into port and Carroll wishes the Falcon a silent good luck sailing in the impossibly calm weather. The Resolute’s crew trickle off slowly and head out into the bustle of the evening port. As the last of the crew finish up for the evening, leaving only a couple on watch, Carroll heads below deck. He pokes around, searching for Kyte.

“Carroll!” Rowan’s voice is a whisper so as not to wake the sleeping bundle in his arms. Kyte’s head rests gently on Rowan’s lap and under a large, gentle hand. His legs are neatly tucked on the bench under a corner of the blanket.

An adoring smile tugs at Carroll’s lips as his brow furrows slightly in concern. Even as Kyte breathes steadily, peacefully, something seems wrong. There’s a tension about him – almost a fear of waking up. Carroll pads over, cursing the jarring clicks of his cane on the spotless deckboards.

Sensing Carroll’s presence, Kyte wakes, slowly raising his head slightly to blink in confusion at the unfamiliar surroundings.

“Where are we?” Kyte’s voice is hoarse and quivering from the post-nap haze. He blinks as the shadow of a seabird flickers across the unnaturally jaundiced glow from the hatchway, its shrill quavering call tumbling into the lower deck.

“Scotland,” Carroll and Rowan answer simultaneously. “Portpatrick,” they clarify, again simultaneously, before exchanging an amusedly irked smile.

“You both sound Scottish,” Kyte quips, waking up enough to poke fun.

“I’m Irish?!” Carroll protests, betrayed, his fun officially poked.

“No you’re not,” Rowan pipes up.

“I was born in Dublin! Ask Quinn for a map or something! I cannae get more Irish!” Instantly realising his error, Carroll buries his face in his hands.

“Except when you’re angry, laddie, except when you’re angry,” Rowan reaches out and patronisingly pats his little brother on the head.

“How did you end up sounding Scottish anyway?” Kyte asks curiously, “Being from Dublin and all, I mean.”

“Oh trust me, I would love to know as well,” Rowan jumps in before Carroll can respond, “The Navy tried to beat the Irish out of him and the stubborn wanker picked up a new accent because I suppose he enjoyed being beaten to a bloody pulp.”

A smile spreads across Carroll’s face even as his jaw clenches bitterly. He tilts his head slightly, his features softening as he changes the subject and smiles kindly at Kyte, “How are you doing, hm? First time leaving Belfast; how was it?”

“Honestly? Terrifying.”

“Well you survived, didn’t you?”

“Wasn’t hard I guess.”

“You didn’t do anything inordinately stupid. That’s an achievement!”

“I almost did,” Kyte admits, sheepishly.

“What do you mean?” Rowan prompts, suddenly concerned for the ship he’s poured his heart and soul into, though trying not to show it.

“I think I ticked off your mate by poking ‘round the ship’s magazine,” Kyte confesses.

“Yeah well that’s on him for not keeping it locked… again,” Rowan sighs, “Besides, I don’t suppose you’re carrying a tinderbox on you, are you?”

Quietly, Kyte pulls Carroll’s tin of wooden spills out of his pocket and hands it back to its rightful owner. Carroll takes it back in amusement, then beckons Kyte to follow him, “You awake enough to grab a bite to eat?”

A yawn. A nod. A more tentative nod. A squint. “Sorry um… what did you ask? I was busy yawning.”

Carroll smiles tenderly then sits gingerly next to Kyte, leaning forward to press the corner of his forehead into Kyte’s shoulder. “Food?” His voice is little more than a murmur.

Untangling the blanket from around his body, Kyte drapes it over the both of them tentatively. “Can we… stay here? Just for a moment…” Kyte’s voice trails off as Carroll nods, resting his head more firmly against Kyte and nestling further under the blanket.

“I’ll set up the cabin,” Rowan whispers, already unheard and unseen as he steps away.

The low-hanging sun blinds Kyte as he steps onto the windswept upper deck. Once his eyes adjust, he takes stock of his surroundings. The sunlight sparks off his flailing dark copper hair and he fights it off. Carroll pulls up to his side, sweeping the stray strands out of his vision with a gentle, practised hand. He cradles Kyte’s head, pinning the offending hair out of the way.

“Where’s home?” Kyte asks breathlessly, following Carroll’s gaze as he points wordlessly into the distance across the rippling blue expanse. “It’s so far away…”

“You okay?” Carroll inquires, concerned, realising suddenly he might be unsure of how to interact with a lifelong landsman.

Looking back at Carroll with a sparkling smile, Kyte nods then gently tugs Carroll by a hand into port. The moment Kyte’s feet hit solid land, he crumples, saved from kissing the ground once again by Carroll’s grip.

“Woah. Easy. You okay? Where are you off to in such a hurry?”

“Don’t know! Don’t care! …Scotland?” Kyte pipes, already heading off on a mission.

“Slow down. You’re already in Scotland. Let’s get us some food before running off. How does that sound?” Carroll’s voice badly conceals his stifled laughter.

Thunk.

The sound of flesh hitting wood startles Carroll awake after all too few hours of sleep. He squints across the room, just making out a glint in Rowan’s eyes in the shards of light slipping into the cabin from the lanterns placed around the lower deck. The hammock between them swings chaotically and they both turn their gaze down to the floor where Kyte lays perfectly still – either shocked awake too abruptly to move or busy trying to think where he might have misplaced his dignity.

Before either of them can react, Quinn pads over in stockinged feet, “Kyte, you all right?”

“Leave him alone, Qui–” Rowan cuts off, having started speaking before processing Quinn’s words. “Hold on, what did you just say?”

“I asked if he was all right! What did you think I was going to say?!”

“Something snarky probably,” Carroll chips in.

Quinn shakes their head with a sigh as they straighten out the hammock and scoop Kyte in with ease. “We’ve all done it.” Even they can’t tell if this is a defence of their response or a clumsy attempt at reassuring Kyte. They make their way back to their own hammock without another word.

Quinn inhales sharply, hissing as they clench and unclench their fist, hoping the wood of the cabin wall hadn’t left too evident a mark. It’s still too dark to see. Nowhere near time to get up. All the same, the pain calms their racing heart. Woke them up in time to save them from–

Damn you Quinn, it’s not real, they sit up in their hammock, angling for their boots on the floor. Some air will do them good. More good than sleep anyway.

Making their way toward the door, softly so as not to wake the others, they notice Kyte huddled on the floor under their tangled hammock once again. Their shoulders sag with sympathy – poor boy had probably never seen a hammock in his life before today.

Gently as they can so as not to rouse him, Quinn picks him up. They look at the tangled hammock thinking it’s probably no better than getting some rest on the floor – likely worse for the bruises. They creep over to their own hammock and lay Kyte down in it. Maybe, just maybe, the wall will help keep it aright.

Edit: historical accuracy

[themodifiedwitch]

Got some deckboard stickers to doll up my PS4 & Laptop. Also found the perfect one for my vape.

[usmccarter]

Lord have mercy. We have a #backporch that is literally falling apart. Scares me with my #specialneeds son because he doesn't have a good reaction time nor does he know how to judge a weak #deckboard that is too decayed and would fall through. We changed out some of the boards and put #pressuretreatedwood and the good screws for #decking - then it seemed as if the wood started a rapid decline. Then this is what it looks like today. My husband injured his shoulder ( #rotatorcuff )while deployed broke his tailbone and messed up bottom of back. Plus other stuff but he still does all he can and pushes himself probably more than he should. He wants to redo the #deck himself but considering what we did has seemed to make it worse we want it to be 100 percent correct. He has never done it by himself before so he would need help. He is a very proud ( stubborn ) man that doesn't like to ask for help. So with that being said I have been the one to ask. So if anyone knows anyone willing to assist please let me know. DM me. I have already gotten a bit of negative feedback because I asked for help and mentioned my husband was a #disabledveteran and well.. you know how that goes. Just want to make sure this is done right and it is safe. Can't afford for myself or my #autistic son who has #seizures fall and fall through to the partial slab underneath it. Thanks in advance. #milfam #veteran #militarycaregiver #MarineCorps #specialneedsfamily #familycaregiver #ThroughOurLives

[that-one-rat-in-the-cupboard]

Lil' snippit from a story I'm working on

Characters: (All Pirates of the Caribbean) Davy Jones, Will Turner, Uma Jones [oc]

Paring: Davy Jones x (daughter) oc [platonic]

Backstory: Davy Jones hooked up with a woman on his one day on land 19 years ago. He doesn't know he has a daughter. (May be ooc but, meh)

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Tears flowed from her eyes, porly hidden by the mist bowing through the air. Blood trailed down her back as salty sea water stung the criss-crossed lashes just bestowed upon her by the captain of the Dutchman. She had been sailing with the crew for a little over a year now. This was the first time the captain gave her lashes, and the eleventh time she was ever given any.

With shaking legs, she started to turn around to continue her work, facing the back of her captain. Her knees fell from under her, landing her a harsh thud on the splintering deck. Tears flowed like raging rivers, carving canals in her cheeks and chin as her sobbs grew louder, crying over the whipping wind. The same wind that forced the fabric of her headdress into her face, a poor excuse at wiping her tears. Her arms wrapped around her chest and shoulders in a pethetc excuse for a comforting hug.

Captain Davy Jones scoffed as he heard her wails, eyes peircing her very soul as he glanced over his shoulder to spout a few simple, yet harsh words, "Get back ta' work!"

Her wails quickly simmered down to whimpers as he turned away from her once more.

"Mercy...please, mercy..." she begged so quietly even the captain was suprised he had heard it.

With a sisnister yet amused chuckle, he turned back to her, "What makes ya think you deserve my mercy?"

Her teeth ground together as her eyes squeezed shut, begging for the tears to stop. Rage slowly began to build. She knew he didn't know, but that didn't stop her from yelling through the wind and mist as she tore off her headdress, "Because I'm your daughter, damnit!"

Her headdress was fisted into her palm, pressed against the dark deckboards as straight, long black hair spilled over her shoulders, pooling at her knees like octopus ink, glistening in the mist of the sea. Along with inky hair, tenticales fell to the deckboards. They were the same color as Davy Jones, and when she raised her head to look him in the eye, he could only see a copy of his own.

The whip in his hand clattered to the ground, his face coated in a blanket of disbelief, guilt, and slight confusion. Even his crew were shocked. They didn't know he had a daughter, and they could tell from his recation, he didn't know either. After a moment, he snapped himself back to reality, a scowl growing on his face once more, "Turner!"

Will Turner stepped forward before his father could, "Yes, captain?"

Davy Jones didn't give him so much as a glance before speaking, "Patch her wounds."

The words were simple, but it shocked everyone. Their Captain had made it adamant that if you got injured while working, you kept working and delt with it later. He was allowing two people in his crew to skip work for 'insignificant reasons' as he had called it in the past. For the first time, his crew had seen him show mercy.

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May take a while for the whole story to come out, (I'm thinking about 3 or 4 parts, maybe 5). Keep in mind I haven't fully finished watching Dead Man's Chest (I will today though!) so if Davy Jones or Will or anyone else seems a bit ooc, I apologize! If I feel the need to edit after I finish the movie, I might if I can find the time. I'm currently moving at the moment, so I'm kinda busy.

This is Az, signing off! <>

[star-anise]

We’re delayed halfway through putting in a new deck by the actual deckboards being stuck in Calgary, but the cats seem to like the joists as-is.