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Discovering the Advantages and Uses of DHP Copper Bars

DHP copper bars, known for their superior formability and excellent corrosion resistance, play a pivotal role in various industrial applications. DHP stands for Deoxidized High Phosphorus, indicating the specific treatment and composition that enhances the properties of this copper alloy. This blog explores the unique features, applications, and benefits of DHP copper bars, highlighting their importance in modern manufacturing and construction.

What are DHP Copper Bars?

DHP copper, designated as C12200, is a type of copper alloy that contains a small amount of phosphorus (around 0.015% to 0.040%) which acts as a deoxidizing agent. This deoxidation process reduces the oxygen content in the copper, improving its ductility and making it more suitable for welding and forming. DHP copper bars are solid, rectangular bars known for their excellent workability and corrosion resistance.

Key Properties of DHP Copper Bars

DHP copper bars possess several key properties that make them highly desirable for various applications:

Excellent Formability: The presence of phosphorus enhances the ductility of DHP copper, allowing it to be easily formed into different shapes without cracking.

Corrosion Resistance: DHP copper bars exhibit outstanding resistance to corrosion, particularly in moist and marine environments, making them ideal for outdoor applications.

Weldability: The deoxidized nature of DHP copper ensures superior weldability, making it a preferred choice for applications requiring strong, reliable joints.

Thermal Conductivity: DHP copper bars have high thermal conductivity, making them efficient in heat transfer applications.

Durability: These bars are durable and have a long service life, even in harsh conditions.

Applications of DHP Copper Bars

DHP copper bars find extensive use across multiple industries due to their versatile properties:

Plumbing and HVAC Systems: They are commonly used in plumbing and HVAC systems for tubing, fittings, and components due to their corrosion resistance and ease of joining.

Heat Exchangers and Radiators: The high thermal conductivity of DHP copper makes it ideal for heat exchangers, radiators, and other heat transfer equipment.

Marine Applications: DHP copper bars are used in marine environments for applications such as shipbuilding and offshore structures due to their excellent resistance to seawater corrosion.

Construction and Architecture: In the construction industry, DHP copper bars are employed in roofing, flashing, and decorative elements due to their durability and aesthetic appeal.

Electrical Applications: Although not as conductive as ETP copper, DHP copper bars are still used in certain electrical applications where weldability and formability are critical.

Benefits of Using DHP Copper Bars

DHP copper bars offer numerous advantages, making them a preferred material in various applications:

Enhanced Workability: The excellent formability of DHP copper allows for complex shapes and intricate designs, facilitating a wide range of manufacturing processes.

Superior Corrosion Resistance: DHP copper's resistance to corrosion ensures long-lasting performance, reducing maintenance costs and extending the lifespan of the products.

Reliable Weldability: The deoxidized composition of DHP copper bars ensures strong, reliable welds, enhancing the structural integrity of the applications.

Efficient Heat Transfer: High thermal conductivity makes DHP copper bars efficient in heat transfer applications, improving the performance of heating and cooling systems.

Sustainability: DHP copper is fully recyclable, contributing to environmental sustainability and reducing the carbon footprint of manufacturing processes.

Conclusion

DHP copper bars are indispensable in many industrial and construction applications, offering superior formability, corrosion resistance, and weldability. Their unique properties make them ideal for plumbing, HVAC systems, heat exchangers, marine applications, and more. Understanding the benefits and applications of DHP copper bars highlights their critical role in modern manufacturing and construction, ensuring efficient, durable, and sustainable solutions.

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Hot Rolled Coil Manufacture

"Hot rolled coil (HRC) is a robust, formable steel product essential for construction, manufacturing, and infrastructure projects. Produced by heating steel ingots and passing them through rollers, HRC boasts a smooth surface finish and uniform thickness. Its versatility and strength make it a cornerstone material in various industries, from automotive to construction."

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Color Clash

mega fans are scary...aren't they?

{Hello! From this lovely request (please feel free to leave requests! i love them) Warnings: chelsea/lioness!reader, fluffy fluff, some crack and good vibes :) // word count: 2.3K}

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The London derby is quite an interesting event in the WSL, not only is it a clash between two of the most formable teams in the whole league but also quite the drama show.

Cards like to fly out of the pockets of referees, especially if McCabe is playing, players dive left, right and center but it's the atmosphere that is most important.

It's absolutely electric, so much so that it sends jolts down you- fans from each time show up fully decked out in their teams respective gear, holding banners, scarves and shirts to show their dedication and you thrive off the attention- you always have loved playing in front of a crowd.

Maybe that’s a part of why you love every single derby, maybe even more than the average player- Mostly because it feels really really good to win over your girlfriend's team but also because you're Chelsea through and through, no doubt about it.

You had grown up in Hammersmith and went to every single game you could- Stamford Bridge was practically your second home, right after to the local football pitch where you spent the remainder of your free time. You trained relentlessly and it all paid off when Chelsea's academy accepted you into their ranks- the rest is history.

At this point, after spending your whole career at Chelsea and clearly stating you'd never want to transfer anywhere else, you have become quite the face of Chelsea women.

That's kind of what makes your relationship with Leah so surprising.

Sure, you'd know each other for a while with both of you playing for England and all but the possibility of either of you dating the other was slim (at least in your teammates opinions) but you've never hated Arsenal- Sure, you'd never be caught dead in red but otherwise you were fine... unless they won of course.

You and Leah danced around your feelings for a while- it made England camps quite awkward, since the two of you were always some of the first to be called up and at that point you had nearly kissed multiple times- and had been forced to room together quite a few times. 

But after the Euros win, with alcohol coursing through your veins, a push from Lucy and the high from the medal around your neck so finally confessed your feelings.

Through karaoke.

Which Beth convinced you was a good idea and you stupidly made a fool of yourself, singing You Belong With Me at full volume in the worst tone ever not only in front of Leah but most of the squad. 

In the end though, it did win Leah's heart so maybe you should thank Beth?

Ever since then, England camps have gone by like a breeze, the only minus was that you and Leah could never bunk together but you realize there are worse things. You could only be thankful that the international window allowed for the two of you to play in England shirts together- unlike the London derby.

You roll over and wrap an arm around Leah, sighing into her neck as you pull her closer.

"Don't you have meetings or something before the game?" Leah chuckles and wraps her arms over yours where they are resting on her chest.

"I dunno, do I?" You say, eyes still closed in hopes of getting another five minutes.

Leah is not so forgiving because she manages to get out of your iron grip and gets out of bed, it makes you groan and roll over back over to the other side.

"I wouldn't know would I, darling?"

You sigh and crack an eye open to see Leah standing at the foot of the bed, looking at you with an expecting expression.

"Well, I'm not about to reveal secrets to the enemy."

You stick out your tongue at Leah and she laughs then throws one of the pillows that is resting by her feet at you. Then another and another, until you can't breathe because you're being suffocated by throw pillows.

"I yield! I yield!" You yell and throw the pillows off your head.

Then Leah pounces on you, straddling you on the bed and pinning your shoulders down. You smirk and wiggle your eyebrows suggestively making Leah scoff.

"I'm just trying to get information out of the enemy." Leah laughs and leans down to give you a long kiss, it's soft and utterly melts you into a puddle.

You kiss her back just as deeply before she pulls back to peck your cheek lightly.

"Is your method bribery, baby?"

"Maybe, is it working?" Leah presses another kiss to your lips and you moan into it- absolutely loving the way her lips feel on yours.

"Yeah- I think so." You say softly and Leah smiles then rolls off of you.

"Hey!" You reach for her but she's already too far away to drag her back into bed with you.

Leah tuts at you, "I don't think Bompastor will be happy if you're late- maybe she'll pull you out of the starting eleven?"

You gasp, with fake betrayal, "She would never and I'm not going to be late, she needs me to beat you."

Leah raises her eyebrows at you, "You beat us? Not going to happen, babe."

You laugh and finally roll out of bed only to tackle Leah back into it, she yelps and holds onto your forearms when you practically throw her over your shoulder in a half rugby tackle.

"Really? Because I swear we beat you at the Em-"

Leah covers you mouth with her hand to prevent you from speaking and you furrow your brows at her and she smirks back.

"Shhhh, baby- you don't know what you're talking about."

You reach to remove her hand and after doing so smile sweetly.

"I scored two that game, Lee."

She groans and gives you a little playful shove.

"Don't remind me."

You lean in to kiss her, hoping that it would soften to blow off your words and you think it works since Leah kisses back with just as much enthusiasm.

It's after a far too long make out session that you actually get ready, triple checking you had put on the correct things, packed your boots and not Leah's by accident and made sure that you had all you needed.

Then you're both standing by the door, saying goodbye with a light kiss,

"Hattrick for me in this game?" You tease and Leah rolls her eyes.

Then scoffs, "You're not getting past our defense, baby."

You wave her off with a, "Sure," Before walking to your car; a bright blue Skoda that Leah hates since it has a very proud Chelsea bumper sticker and probably because you have around a thousand other pieces of memorabilia inside of it.

The drive to the stadium is filled with minor road rage and lots of waiting because of all the London traffic but you eventually make it to the stadium on time. You might actually be a little early which is new and when you walk in you're greeted by the sight of some teammates.

Immediately, you see Guro sprint at you and you open your arms for a hug. You've practically been best friends ever since she joined Chelsea, the team even jokes that you're stuck at the hip- which might be true since you spend every second of training with each other and a large chunk of free time too. 

"Ready to beat Arsenal again?" She asks when you wrap an arm around her shoulders.

You chuckle, "Of course, gotta keep winning, don't we?"

"Plus, I'm thinking of making Leah sleep in Chelsea bed sheets if we win."

You hear a wave of laughter behind you and turn to see Lucy and Millie,

"She's going to kill you if you do that."

You nod at Lucy's comment because it's probably true. The last time you mentioned those sheets, Leah had threatened to throw them out all together.

"She'll get over it," You wave them off.

Then Millie speaks, getting all captain mode on you, "Just be focused, 'kay?"

You nod because even through all the joking and laughter you knew just how important this game actually is- you had to win, not only to keep your unbeaten record but also so you could have bragging rights for the week.

The dressing room is nice and lively ahead of the game, everyone is buzzing to be playing at the Bridge, you included. So you come out on the pitch for warm ups absolutely pumped, giving your all in the shooting and build up drills that the management has set up pre-match.

Then make sure to properly stretch since you're not trying to risk an injury, not when you have such an important season ahead, with the possibility of Champions League glory being very much real.

It's soon after the walkouts happen, you grin in the team picture- arm wrapped around a teammate as usual- then shake hands before the match.

When you get to Leah, who is about half way down the line, you smirk, "Too bad for you that I'm not benched."

She scoffs but doesn't respond and you take that as her being focused- match ready. 

The game is intense, as it always is when two top teams meet each other in a clash- especially in the London derby.

The first half is a struggle, tackles are aggressive and physical, the ball possession is practically divided and you're being marked very tightly by the Arsenal defense.

As you'd learned when you met Steph Catley on the left hand side- you try to fake her but she responds with relentless chasing and tugging and you take the opportunity to win a corner since there is no other way out of this one.

The corner is given and you go take your place in the box, it just so happens that Leah is right in front of you- clearly trying to mark you since you're of similar heights.

The corner is taken, ball flies in to the back post and all you can see is a mess of blue and red- then the ball somehow ends up at your feet and you just blindly boot it in the direction of the goal then hear the clear cheer of the fans and realize it has somehow ended up in the back of the net.

It's all really a blur but you run to one of the corners and wave your hands in the air wildly, the crowd cheers along with your odd celebration before it's time to get back in position.

You happen to catch a glimpse of Leah and shoot her a happy smile that she rolls her eyes at. You know she's just as proud of your goal as she is upset that you're one up to nil.

The rest of the game is a stalemate- neither teams really make any deciding plays and yellow cards are given out like sweets for fouls. By the end of it, you're exhausted, the Arsenal defense had been harassing you all game just like Leah said they would. You're so tightly marked that you can barely get a touch on the ball without someone being on your back.

Eventually the game ends in a 1-0 win for you and you're internally grateful for that lucky goal you scored in the first half. You participate in the team talk before walking over to some of the Arsenal girls, you greet them with a polite wave and hug Leah from behind- wrapping your arms around her waist- and she knows it’s you straight away.

“So…” You start but Leah cuts you off.

“Yes, yes, I know you won, babe.” 

You chuckle, “Not what I was going to say but thank you,” 

“You had a great game, baby,” You continue. 

Leah turns in your arms and wraps her arms around your neck for a hug that you immediately lean into- squeezing her tightly. Then pull away to peck her cheek with a grin.

“Can I have your shirt?” 

She laughs and gives your arm a light shove, “I have plenty at home that you can wear.” 

You frown, “Not what I was going for but okay.” 

She scoffs and you wiggle your brows with a smirk on your face.

“We are in public!” 

The day ends with you and Leah cuddling on the sofa, watching reruns of love island since there is nothing else on TV that is worthwhile. You lean into her touch, soaking in the warmth from her arms hungrily and she squeezes you tightly as you lay directly on top of her. 

You close your eyes, feeling the fatigue from the difficult game hit you like a truck- making you absolutely exhausted. 

“You should tell Steph to lay off me next time we play against you,” You mumble out and Leah laughs, making her chest raise up and down.

“That’s the whole point, darling.” 

You groan, “You guys need to relax.” 

You hear Leah’s light giggle then feel a hand run down your back comfortingly and you let out a long sigh, the tiredness catching up to you fast. 

“I love you, darling,” You hear Leah mutter into your hair when she kisses the top of your head and you smile to yourself. 

“Love you more.” 

It’s after a short nap on the sofa that you mention the Chelsea bed sheets and promptly get shut down but thankfully you can stop Leah from throwing them out completely. Instead they are now hidden in the deepest part of the linen closet. 

You stop caring about the win when you and Leah slip into bed and she holds you as you drift off- there is simply no other place you’d rather be.

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haven’t read fire and blood but i wanted to ask, why do aegon ii’s men poison him? like he’s won more or less the war since the other claimant is gone and he has the throne an they were supporting him and his claim so why did they end up plotting for his death? and turn against him to then support aegon iii’s claim? thanks i’m advance for your reply

well that decision is mostly corlys and larys maximizing their joint slay. here is my lecture:

arguably corlys had designs on aegon ii’s life the whole time given how he treated his granddaughter baela. corlys only sided with aegon because 1)rhaenyra pissed him off bad by trying to have his son alyn killed for being a bastard and 2) because aegon had baela in jail and was going to kill her unless corlys flipped.

as for larys and everyone else: you may recall that way back at the beginning of the war rhaenyra sent her son jakey way up north to secure an alliance with cregan stark and by extension the whole north. and jake locks it down which would be great for team rhaenyra except it’s the fall right before one of those years long westerosi winters, so cregan is like baby i will get the northern army down there as soon as we finish harvesting our beets in like a year.

it’s like B minus group project partner participation because in that year, pretty much the whole war happens. if you’re asking me this question im going to assume you know how that resolves: rhaenyra is dead and aegon ii is king. aegon iii and baela are in custody. in order to accomplish this goal both armies kind of just obliterate each other. The greens do not have a formable defense force in the capital, all the dragons are dead, and Rhaenyra’s strongest military ally. Corlys is now on team green.

Except at this point Cregan Stark finished counting his beets and he and the northern army as well as the Riverlands forces which seem to be made up of bisexual goth girls 12 year old boy soldiers, and presumably also others are making their way down south and eating everyone in between winterfell and Kings Landing for lunch. after completely obliterating Criston Cole and the remaining big greenie army they are the only army left intact and capable of doing anything and what they are clearly winding up to do is sack Kings Landing in (dead) rhaenyra’s name to put aegon iii on the throne.

The writing is on the wall here. even though aegon ii thinks they’re going to defend the city, they’re absolutely cooked. so many of the green council come to the decision that the best thing they can do is just speed things along a little bit by killing aegon ii and installing aegon iii and hope that the Starks are cool with their last-minute pivot because it benefits them. and then they do that. I think larys also did it because he thought it would be funny. and it was. the end

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Paint it Black! Making one of the first titanium airplanes was difficult .

Titanium was corrugated to make room for expansion when the titanium heated up at top speed of 2200+ mph. The skin panels were fastened to the underlying structure with oblong holes which would allow the skin to expand and contract without the fasteners causing buckling. And the skin over the wing was also corrugated to prevent warping during expansion, this is actually quite noticeable, you can see the sections that are corrugated quite clearly here in this artistic photo.

Titanium makes up 93% of the SR 71 structure. It’s strength to weight ratio, or specific strength, is better than Aluminium. Yet today very little titanium is used in everyday objects. Planes primarily use aluminum, not titanium.. why is it not used?

The development of the A-12 the Skunk Works, a small division of Lockheed discovered that making the blackbird out of titanium was going to be anything but easy

Titanium is expensive because its refinement process is a nightmare. To make Titanium, we start with a feedstock in the form of Titanium Dioxide, with this chemical formula. This oxide ore called rutile can be found in high concentrations in dark sandy soils.

Build the SR-71 the US needed to buy vast quantities of the mineral from the Soviets. To do this they purchased the material through ghost organizations to hide the final destination of the material. One of the companies that were made up was a company to make pizza ovens supposedly… the Russians believed this story!

Had the Soviets known what they were helping build, they would not have sold the material. However, the US likely could have just purchased the material from mines in Australia. This is a relatively common raw material and is primarily used as a white pigment for paints and is even found in sunscreen lotion as ultraviolet radiation blocking pigment.

The primary titanium alloy used in the SR-71 was thirteen percent vanadium, eleven percent chromium, and three percent aluminum. Both Chromium and Aluminium form thermally stable oxide layers on the outer skin of the metal. Which prevents oxygen from diffusing further into the metal and causing it to become more brittle.

Which raises the max operating temperature of the metal!

Vanadium acts as a stabilizer for a crystal structure referred to as the beta phase. This leads to a material with higher tensile strength and better formability. Through trial and error and problems that were solved by the geniuses that worked at the Skunk Works. They discovered that their cadmium plated tools were leaving trace amounts of cadmium on bolts, which would cause galvanic corrosion and cause the bolts to fail. This discovery led to all cadmium tools to be removed from the workshop.

This article just proves what we already know today when people work together and work hard to solve problems. New ground was broken with the formulation of titanium that led to the success of the SR 71 and the tremendous heat and strength that this magnificent airplane needed.

As Ben Rich head engineer and later, he replaced Kelly Johnson as the head skunk said in his book called the Skunk Works. ‘’I volunteered some unsolicited advice about how we could use a softer titanium that began to lose its strength at 550° to paint the airplane black

From my college things I remember that good heat absorber was also a good heat emitter it would actually radiate away more heat then it would absorb through thick friction. I calculated the black paint would lowered the wing temperature 35° by radiation think of how much easier it will be to build an airplane using softer titanium.

It was my father Butch Sheffield’s boss Ben Rich, who saved the Blackbird program time and money, with his idea of painting it black.

wisconsinmetaltech.com/titanium-and-t… is my Source and SkunkWorks by Ben Rich

Linda Sheffield

@Habubrats71 via X

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Grievance

Shikamaru Nara x Male Reader

Fandom -> Naruto

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With all these dark clouds—so full, like soaked sponges or washed sheets, with gallons of water stored in them, already dripping with leaks and ready to be drained empty—clustering up the once clear blue sky with its formable bricks, Shikamaru wonders—more like a bet with himself—if it was either you or mother nature, which had released such heavy downpour of thundering rain.

Perhaps—Shikamaru thinks, going over his self placed bet and coming to a truce—it was the both of you, who caused such weeping havoc upon the realm above and brought it down onto the earth—sending the riverbanks into a flooding and causing more corp losses than necessary.

Puffing out another cloud of smoke—tobacco still tasting bitter and unpleasant, even after it being the third cigarette already—Shikamaru looks at its form, trying to make out a deeper meaning of it—a sense to life and the supposed way of Ninja, if there even is one.

Another loud rumble of thunder, followed by a unusual lightning and Shikamaru knew it's solely you who causes such chaos filled weather.

You still were grieving and Shikamaru could understand your pain as he too grieves the loss of Sensei Asuma—whose death Shikamaru (with Ino and Choji) had witnessed firsthand and heard his last few words of dying breath—but it had hit you the hardest.

After all, Sensei Asuma was your Uncle and the closest—besides the Oni Demons, Sensei Isamu and former (rest in peace) Hogake 3rd—of being family, a parental figure, than your actual family, to you—so with Asuma being gone now too, the last few remaining chains of stability—to hold your sanity together—were starting to break into crumblings and if these chains ever happen to snap, a monstrosity of destruction would come free.

Shikamaru doesn't know what to do—neither how to comfort you either—he doesn't feel sad anymore, not like before when he cried with the rain—because he doesn't want his friends to see such weakness—only a slight grievance with philosophical thoughts remains and yes, perhaps a slight twinge of sadness was indeed still bedded in his heart.

He know grief is important to feel and death belongs to the life of a Ninja, but Shikamaru—if being honest—doesn't want to, because if he really starts the process of grief properly—like you're doing right now, although you're definitely a bit way too emotional and Lady Tsunade might send you under heavy medical supervision if you keep going like this—because if he does, he would feel a sort of pain, way worse than a stab or chopped off limp, he never wants to experience.

Another released puff of cigarette smoke, the first drops of new upcoming rain—like baby teardrops—tapping gently on his face and one of Asumas last lines echoed in his thoughts—nagging at him like Ino had done an hour or so ago.

„You and [Name] are like two shogi pieces, meant to be together. I give you my blessing.“

Shikamaru sighed loudly, such a bothersome hassle—this whole human complex concept of emotions—he thinks—but extinguished his cigarette anyway, getting up from the roof he's laying on.

Time to crease the storm into a pitter patter.

~~~

Walking through the graveyard, you were easily to find—as you still haven't left the spot, even when the funeral ended hours ago, kneeling down in front of Asumas grave and weeping your soul out, the darkest clouds of rainy thunderstorms hung directly above you like a unlucky thread.

Shikamaru, when stopping behind you, looks up to Raikou—who stood with crossed arms, like a bodyguard, next to you—barely giving a glance of acknowledgment back, only nodding curtly at Shikamaru and ascending back into you.

»I think it has rained enough.« Shikamaru holds his umbrella above you as well, but you only shook your head as if to tell him otherwise.

»There can't be enough rain for Uncle Asuma. Heaven should weep as much as I do.«

»You're right. It never is enough, but for today it is.«

It had been a saying, which Shikamaru had heard Asuma often say to you—whenever you caused too much weather troubles or going stubbornly overboard with the training—and it seemed to work once more.

You turned your head, looking up to your boyfriend—the umbrella he holds, it's black colour, reminds you of the of vague face of death itself—and Shikamaru, upon seeing your tear soaked face with the aching hurt expression written on it, had to bite onto his lower lip—feeling a upcoming choking sob tingling in his throat—as it pains his heart as well (just like Asuma's death had and still does) to see you, his boyfriend and fiance—so broken, so emotional vulnerable and sadness filled—like this.

»Come on,« Shikamaru begins, bending down—discarding the umbrella—wrapping his arms around your midsection and pulling you up, holding you in his arms,

»let's go home. It had been a long day.«

~~~

Within the comfort of the bed and under the warmth blankets, Shikamaru's and your limps a tangled with one another—creating a proximity only lovers are able to do so.

While you two laid in bed, reminiscing in memories of Asuma—Shikamaru couldn't hold it off any longer, his own aching heart sank itself finally into the grievance and the first sobs escaped over his lips, followed by more till he too cried himself free of the painful sorrow.

And Shikamaru came upon the realisation of why grievances were so important to experience.

[aiyaxs]

"SKYLIGHT." - bestfriend! satoru x gn! reader.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ trope: friend's with benefit's.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ genre: smut, dribbles of angst.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ content includes: dysphoria (dacryphilia), hair pulling, p⇒v, jealousy, oral! sex (f! and m! receiving), spanking, tit play, mentions of insecurity, fingering, bondage.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ a/n: tbh, i hade the idea of you being insecure abt yourself so he fucked them out of you. <3 happy new year's btw.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ song: ....?

it all started when you were hanging out at his house, laughing and talking, until out of nowhere, you asked him a question,

"do you think i'm too... big?" i mean, he had to give it to you, you DID have some nicely sized tits, and some wide thighs, and maybe even a slapable ass. he loved it, was he gonna ever tell you, no.

"of course not?" he was pretty open-minded with his answer, and confident, but did that stop you from doubting your insecurities, no. you and him, yes, had feeling for each other, that were very minor, yet very mild. so, you briefly just said,

"mind fucking my insecurities out, satoru?" he just went absolutely silent, not moving a singular muscle, making his own arm muscles show off briefly in his compression shirt, making you blush, just a tiny bit. but then, he looked towards you, stood up and walked towards you.

which led to now...

you were stripping, for him. bra off, panties off, and he loved the sight before him, you had nicely sized tits, and a nice, yet soaking yet clit. but, he first drove straight to your tits, kissing in between them, then suckling and licking on your nipples, he loved how solid they were as the cold air kept blowing on them, right after satoru pulled away to catch breathe, every single time.

"so so pretty.." his eyes almost had near sparkles in him as he looked at your nipples, soaking in his saliva, then looking down at your pussy, soaking wet, dripping of pre-cum, he had to get a taste.

so, he went right in there, lapping his tongue, kissing the flesh with his lips, god even rubbing his nose on the pearl of your pussy,

"aww, is darlin' gonna cry because she's getting licked at?" he pleaded, his tongue lapping faster and faster on your pussy, making you form in-coherent sentences, making you pull and yank at his white precious locks. but the most formable sentence was,

"g-gonna, gonna cummm!" and you cummed right in his mouth, spilling all over his face even, and he went berserk for it. he got away from in between your thighs and slammed your face into the bed sheets, your ass glistening up in the air, making it look so bruise-able in his eyes, so he spanked you, continuously until your ass was damn near actual bruises were visible.

he was taking his shirt, pants and his boxers off, making his huge dick spring out, pumping veiny and hard. you were drooling. but before slamming his dick in, he had to give you some pleasure containing his girthy, think, pumpable fingers, right? yes.

so he slammed his fingers in instead, pumping them at a slow to in-humanly fast out of your self. you were covering your mouth, thinking about how good that would feel if it were his cock, after some minutes, you cummed on his fingers bad. that's when he got to the real thing, pumping his cock in and out of you.

so he lined his dick up with your entrance, and then thrusting it in so un-expectantly fast that you screamed, tear welling up in your eyes, so he thought no better than gagging and blindfolding you, right?

he was hitting you from behind, while your eyes were blindfolded, your mouth being muffled by a gag, you leaned your head back in ecstasy. he didn't care he was going so so fast, he cared about fucking you right. he wanted you to milk his cock dry.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ thank you for reading! reblogs, likes, and comments are appreciated greatly!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ sincerely, aiya.

[themsource]

Weirdmageddon Came To The Wrong Town

"If Fiddleford didn't have such a big heart, why I believe he'd make the world's most formable adversary! That intelligence of his, is by the very definition, that of a 'mad scientist'." - Ford proudly introducing Mable and Dipper to "Genius McGucket".

Had an image I wanted to get out! When Weirdmageddon actually happens in 7alt8 AU and reaches Gravity Falls, Fidds doesn't take too kindly to the henchmaniacs trampling on his homestead. One lung or not he's more than willing to go toe to toe and show off his inventive prowess, starting with a gauntlet that stays powered by the living electricity in his body. (Which means if he has energy that thing is staying on, and yes it's use does drain him). Plus, the fact his house and lab can also transform into a 'Big O' like sized mechabot which you can see starting to break apart and reassemble under his feet.

In the corner you can see him holding the Quantum Destabilizer (a hand held version the same size of the memory gun in OG universe), because in this AU he and Ford came up with it together and that was built rather than the memory gun, using parts from the lower levels of crash site omega. (There's only two in existence and they can only be used twice.)

[pop-punklouis]

I'm just very mad bc I made the mistake of logging on twitter and just,, everyone pretending that they harassed liam bc they cared abt maya or that they can talk shit now bc they don't care abt the death of an abuser... and lke i'm not gonna defend his actions but also people love to be pretending to be bullies with a cause on the internet but always attack people that we know are mentally 'unwell' and like,, we don't you guys redirect this vitriol towards someone like idk brad pitt? or is he too good looking for yall to care?

in my opinion, anyone trying to say this was a case of bullying just aren’t correct. he was being called out for very valid reasons, and his actions were worth being spoken about.

but, on the other hand, wishing death upon anyone especially someone that has very obviously dealt with mental health woes and addiction since being in an environment that helped create this version of him for years, is very disturbing to me. we can talk about the cruelty of his actions and behaviors while being a man while still mourning the boy he was to so many of us and the heart he had under a lot of the gross things he indulged in. anyone judging how others are grieving his death are ridiculous. it’s not a linear thing. this isn’t black and white.

he needed help. i’m just very sad he was never able to recover and hold himself accountable for his actions and grow. i’m very sad he left this world in the state he was. and anyone pointing fingers or ridiculing or wanting to start drama over it are missing the point that a human being died. someone that was an integral part of many people’s formable years died. someone who was the youngest son died. someone who had a son died. someone who had friends who cared deeply about him died. show at least some respect for those mourning that.

[scotianostra]

The Scottish actor Alex McCrindle passed away on Aoril 20th 1990.

Born on 3rd August 1911 in Glasgow, Alex McCrindle started work at the age of 10 years, probably like many of us, delivering milk. At 15, he left school and got a job in a timber merchants’ office. He started his acting career playing heroes in plays put on by the Boys Brigade. Later, after moving to Glasgow and getting a job as a manager of a hardware firm, he joined the Glasgow Clarion Players. A pioneer Scottish theatre group with strong links to the Communist Party, this was a predecessor of Glasgow Unity and Glasgow Citizens.

McCrindle went to lectures on drama at Glasgow University and had become so engaged in theatrical matters that he had to choose to give up his hardware career. He was lucky to be able to become an indentured apprentice at Queen Theatre in London He finished up as an electrician but became immersed in the world of theatre and actors along the way.

He eventually became a formable actor himself. In the period 1937-9, he appeared in a dozen plays on the first broadcasts of television, including `Juneo and the Paycock’, before the medium was closed down for the duration of the war, sometimes being credited as Alex McCringle or Alex McGrindle, as well as in his own name. he was also in the cast of the classic Hitchcock film, `The 39 steps’, although he was more proud of his nationwide tour of `Six men of Dorset’, about the Tolpuddle Martyrs, in 1937

McCrindle began a history of the actors’ union, Equity, but was unable to finish it due to being called up for the Royal Navy during the Second World War. He produced the first ever play performed on board a RN ship during war, `Androcles and the Lion’, transmitted over the Tannoy!

He starred in the British BBC radio show `Dick Barton Special Agent’ from 1946-51, which ran for 700 episodes and had 15 million listeners. Alex played the role of Jock Anderson one of Dick Barton’s key henchmen and was widely loved for the role and enormously popular in it. In 1947, he was producer of the childrens TV programme `Larry the Lamb’.

Although he also branched out very successfully into scriptwriting, McCrindle was effectively blacklisted because of his Communist and Equity activities for much of the important years of his career, especially from the late 1940s to the end of the 1950s. In the 1950s, he appeared – often uncredited to escape the blacklist – in a string of small budget movies as a character actor. But, in the main, blacklisting resulted in him devoting more time to building up Equity and securing improved pay and conditions for Actors, to meet this objective he was sent by his union to found Scottish Equity, which only had 15 members before he began his work. He worked at this full-time for the next seven years, leaving the union in a flouring position north of the border. In this period, he only worked in British television and then only twice during the early 1960s.

In the later stage of his career, he began to secure significant parts in films and TV programmes from `The Saint’ in 1965, and then through many other projects, with increasingly more significant parts, to `All Creatures Great and Small’ and `Taggart’ and then, in the 1977 first `Star Wars’ movie in which he played a rebel general.

George Lucas, short of capital, offered the actors on the movie "points" in lieu of salary. Big stars such as Alec Guinness, could afford to indulge in some capitalist speculation and take "points" and, in the event, the film proved to be the best move Guinness ever made financially. "Hollywood thought Darth Vader was a tough nut," one luvvie has recalled, "but they hadn’t met Alex."! He campaigned through Equity for bonuses for all actors in Star Wars, among them R2-D2 (who was played, or operated inside, by Birmingham-born Kenny Baker), who also took a working wage and contributed to the success of Star Wars.

Alex had a great love of Scottish poetry and regularly read it aloud to audiences. He produced and read his own selection of 37 poems by William Soutar (Glasgow, Scotsoun, 1989) and raised money for Brownsbank Cottage., the former of the great Scottish writer, Hugh MacDiarmid, now a home for "writers in residence"

He was married twice, the first was Sandy, the second wife, Honor Arundel, the Communist children’s author and Daily Worker film critic. (See entry for Honor Arundel.) The home of McCrindle and Arundel in the fifties was always a hub of Party activity and organisation, as the writer Doris Lessing notes in her autobiography. Alex became close friends with Paul Strand, the famous photographer, and was a major asset to Strand in his `Tir a Mhurain’ photography project. He went onto become Strand’s agent in Scotland, negotiating with Compton Mackenzie and visiting the School of Scottish Studies in order to help set up the project.

In the 1980s, with US screenings no longer debarred to him, he appeared in dozens of major roles on television mini-series, including "Reilly: The Ace of Spies" and in film such as `Eye of the Needle’. As late as 1987 he played the role of a jailer in `Comrades’, the film about the Tolpuddle Martyrs.

Alex McCrindle’s obituary in the Times was headlined "Communist stalwart" and stated that he remained committed to an "unrelenting Marxism which lost nothing of its purity and uncompromising severity". His daughter Jean also became involved in politics and an award for drama was named after him. Alex McCrindle died on April 20, 1990 in Edinburgh.

[rossmacdonaldsgf]

it’s almost the end of tour, im destroyed. so to cope with sadness, have a matty x female reader fluffy one shot of a show day.

matty x female reader

no warnings

maybe it was tiredness, fondness or an array of complex emotions that formed the purple eye bags under all their eyes. that atmosphere at the shows were different now, everyone could see it, feel it, breathe it. nobody could quite tell if their eyes were glossed over with tears or exhaustion. the days were so long and gruelling, early mornings and late nights, faint smells of long lit cigarettes and open bottles of rum. their life packed and folded into two suitcases currently burst open with an array of items littering the floor. he wasn’t sure how long he’d been awake, not too long he thought, his eyes still heavy with the weight of exhaustion, he longed to be able to close his eyes and welcome the inviting arms of sleep, but his brain fought a battle and kept his body waiting. it was quiet, too quiet for him, he liked the buzz and busyness of noise, the only formable sound was her, her heavy breathing signalling her peace. his fingers itched to touch her, comb her hair and kiss her head, but, in the fear of waking her, he settled for tracing her face with featherlight touches, down the bridge of nose, across her pouted lips, down to her chin. she sighed, almost as if she could sense his lingering presence, that noise stilled him in the fear she was awakening. ‘its rude to stare you creep.’ she was obviously awake now.

their mornings were slow, movements sluggish, trying to ease the agonising ache of their muscles from the dancing and performing. they swayed, their movements identical and soft, his arms wrapped around her shoulders, his chin resting on her head, drinking in the smell of her. a billy joel song played quietly on the radio, a song she couldn’t quite recall over the sound of his humming and breathing. she cracked an egg, letting the sound of sizzling oil overtake the kitchen, it spat, catching her on her wrist. she hissed, bringing it up to eyeline to inspect it, ever the fusser he tutted, ‘you okay baby?’. god, that nickname could send her melting into a puddle, even after the thousands of times he’s carelessly used it. she hummed a yes, eyes carefully watching as he bought her wrist up to his lips kissing it, ‘all better.’ she laughed, shaking her head, she turned around to face him, hooking her arms over his neck to pull him down for a sweet kiss. ‘you make everything better.’

the taxi ride to the venue was quiet, not the kind of quiet where your thoughts battle against everything else as you try and find something to say, no, it was the kind of quiet that didn’t need conversation to be comfortable. it was soft and sweet and welcoming, it exhibited love and safety, his head was on her shoulder, bumping with the potholes in the road, yet never waking, his sunglasses shielded his eyes from the sun that was strangely bright for mid march. she sat there, picking at the skin on her fingers, too scared to move in the fear of waking him, she would’ve read a book, but she gets carsick and the idea of her breakfast reshowing cancelled out her want to finish her latest read. the taxi pulled up to the venue, in the background, if she listened hard enough she could hear the chatter and laughter of campers, their dedication was something she admired. camping in the cold weather for days? no thanks. her hand made its way to his head, her thumb softly stroking his nose. ‘honey, we’re here.’

while he soundchecked, she foraged through his bag to find a t-shirt to steal for the night ahead humming along to the songs she could faintly hear reverberating from the arena to backstage, she worked quickly, wanting to meet him when he got off to share the scarce time they got together. ‘stealing my things love?’. he must’ve just got of stage, obviously coming straight to the dressing room, she laughed, choosing her culprit, an old white shirt. ‘thinking of stealing your look for tonight, thoughts?’. he smirked, sauntering over, ‘you wear it better than me.’ she smiled at him, dimples forming in her cheeks, ‘glad to know your ego allows you to know that i do in fact, wear everything better.’ he chuckled, helping her do the tie she carelessly strung around her neck, stepping back he admired her, ‘my beautiful, beautiful y/n.’

it was electric. always was, always will be. the crowds, the music, everything. it was addicting, intoxicating and it never got old. she loved seeing him in his element, she loved seeing the way he shined in the spotlight, she loved hearing his voice, she loved seeing all the guys, she loved it all. the last notes of “give yourself a try” were sounded out, the audience going wild, thousands of people waving at the guys, hoping to get a reaction. they bowed. and it was over, he ran off, going straight into her awaiting arms, kissing her forehead. in his arms, she could hear his heart hammering against his chest, she rested her ear on it, listening to the rhythmic noise. ‘was it okay?’ a soft smile. ‘you’ve never been better my love.’

[bhushanpipes]

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[santaeofficial]

The Legendary Dragon Has Been Unlocked!

Thanks to the incredible Support of our Community, we have reached our $75k Kickstarter stretch goal, and it's time to officially Reveal the elegant and powerful draconic companion you've all unlocked - meet Quenaris!

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[alittlesupernova]

When people say 'the school system sucks' they often mean 'we need another system' and don't realize that school was literally invented to oppress you and press free but formable children into a profitable and obedient 'adult'

[pinkamour1588]

Sad thoughts about Henry and Philip's uni friend

I made myself sad the other night thinking about Henry’s first time and Philip’s piece of shit friend from uni…and proceeded to make some other people sad about it on discord, so now I’m making it available to everyone here to be sad about it too. (I am going to just refer to the man as POS for the sake of simplicity/cause he doesn’t have a name.)

I imagine it was a “more than one night” kind of thing, and Henry believed on some level that he loved this man. This man paid him attention, not in a “because he was a prince or Philip’s little brother” way. This man sweet talked him and made empty promises. And Henry's a romantic, and the idea even back then that maybe, just maybe, he could at least be himself behind closed doors was exciting. 

This experience of “falling in love” with this man influenced Henry’s fear of falling in love with Alex, and Alex falling in love with him, because Henry was at a very formable/impressionable stage of life when he was taken advantage of, and the empty promises POS made to him sound similar to the very real, concrete promises Alex makes to Henry.

And this is not to mention that Alex goes from wanting “to figure out which shadowy gay noble taught Henry this and send the man a fruit basket” the first time they have sex to Henry telling him “I took my first time, with one of my brother’s mates from uni when I was seventeen, and I found the smallest, most cramped little broom cupboard I could muster, and I shoved it in.” Alex went from wanting to “buy the man a fruit basket” to learning that first man was someone in his early-mid 20s who went after a teenager. 


I also made myself sad thinking about Henry telling Alex about the man, unpacking for potentially the first time what the hell happened with POS, and low level brushing it off saying how he was just being stupid and idealistic and Alex just looking at him and going "Shit, Henry, no. You were a child" This potentially happening when Henry turns the same age as POS was and becomes truly horrified as he fully realizes how fucked up it was for that man to want anything to do with a teenager. Henry’s work at the shelters also make him very aware of just what 17-year-olds are like and how vulnerable they are, which adds to his horror. He is faced with the knowledge and realization that POS went after him because Henry was an “easy” target. Henry was vulnerable and sure as hell wouldn’t talk. 

Which then brings me to thoughts of Philip’s involvement and relation to the situation. I think he was a mix of fucking oblivious and POS knowing just how to hide what was happening between him and Henry, but mostly Philip being an oblivious dumbass. I also think it was actually fairly obvious in hindsight and if/when he and Henry actually address it, Henry straight up asking “How and why did you not do anything to stop him from getting that close and that far with me, Philip? Why did you keep bringing him around?" To Philip, Henry was actually associating with the “proper type”. 

Anyway, I know this post might be a little all over the place. I tried to organize it as cohesively as possible. 

[materialsscienceandengineering]

Researchers use tin to toughen bioimplant titanium alloys through the cocktail effect

Beta(β)-type titanium (Ti) alloys are renowned for their strength, formability and resistance to harsh environments. This, along with their excellent biocompatibility, has made them adequately suited for implants and prosthetics, from joint replacement to stents. However, under certain conditions, a brittle omega phase can form, making the material prone to breaking. While it is known that adding tin (Sn) negates this, and makes β-type Ti alloys stronger, the exact mechanics behind this has continued to puzzle scientists. That is until now. A research team led by Norihiko Okamoto and Tetsu Ichitsubo from Tohoku University's Institute for Materials Research (IMR) has revealed how this occurs. Their revelation came via a systematic investigation using model titanium–vanadium (Ti–V) alloys, which included a combination of experiments and theoretical analyses.

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