#heavy duty plastic sheeting

[tarpswholesaler]

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[metalnchains]

He’s staring again. Even with one earbud in, music blaring, and a turned back, you know he’s boring holes into your back. Why he’s here terrorizing you is beyond you. You’ve never addressed him by the wrong rank, never bumped into him, never spoken out of turn to your knowledge. To your remembrance your longest conversation was whether or not he and his team had had a good flight over here, nothing offensive about that right? So why he’s once again chosen to sit here in a hard plastic chair that’s far too small for his hulking frame is a mystery. You know it’s his choice now. You’d interrogated Kate after the first time. She was wholly amused by your plight apparently, assuring you he wasn’t a threat to you. He was just…like that apparently. His team always comes in boisterous, happy to be on flat ground and in good company with Kate and the captain leading. The captain is always polite but distant. He and Kate always seem to need to get down to business quickly to help ease the weight on their shoulders. Being at the top came with heavy burdens. The sergeants are more chatty. They’re quick with a quip for you, or a light hearted jab for the other sergeant before heading into the conference room. He’s always the last to enter building, massive, intimidating, and silent. The first time he entered he’d stared at you with furrowed brows as you greeted the small crowd. His stare cut through any lighthearted chatter on the tip of your tongue. Scuttling back to the desk and starting on those end of quarter reports seemed a much safer option than standing there waiting for any orders from Kate. And it would have been a perfect plan…If he hadn’t stayed outside the conference room on guard duty not even ten feet away from you. No words, no acknowledgment just that god awful staring. Your polite attempts at small talk eventually petering out into embarrassed paper shuffling. Now you can say you’re almost used to it. It’s still unnerving to catch the skull out of the corner of your eye. Or steal a glance at just how deep and dark his eyes are. But at least he’s stopped trying to kill you with his furrowed eyebrows. His expression has smoothed out to boredom instead of unease, and mistrust. Your best guess is that the sound of a keyboard, and a stapler just aren’t much of a threat. Whatever it was you’re thankful.

You’ve started to bring them coffee for their meetings. The puffy rings under their eyes noticeable. Your hands nearly shake when you bring him a cup for the first time. Sitting at your desk feels easier and less heavy now that you’ve gone and approached him successfully, even if he’s not moving to actually take a drink. You feel accomplished, like a little kid brave enough to go and check for monsters all by themselves instead of asking an adult to do it for them. You have to stifle a laugh with a cough at how comically small the little styrofoam cup looks in his massive hand. Almost like a child’s toy teacup. He takes his coffee black. You’ve only seen him drink a sip or two in the several times they’ve been here over the last few months. But he’s never reached for the creamer or sugar you always leave on the chair next to him. He’s started to nod at you when you hand him the cup. When his finger tips had brushed yours the last time you handed him his cup it had felt like a spark. You’d almost said sorry to him for touching him, it was so unexpected. His fingers had been warm though. Warm and slightly rough with callouses. Winter was the worst. With the end of the year looming the workload you and everyone else were expected to complete become more and more. Your poor wrists were taking the brunt of it. The ache was getting harder and harder to ignore, and lifting them to stretch or rub at the aching muscles was only getting you so far. Still the reports, spread sheets, and now frequent coffee runs didn’t let up. The 141 had been here for nearly 2 weeks now. Meeting with Kate and god knows how many other people all over base. The lieutenant’s stare hadn’t even registered in your frazzled brain as you tried to survive these damned reports. He’s never approached your desk before today. Never even come close to stepping behind it. But today he’s leaning over your chair, nearly touching you. His body heat is radiating out warming you quicker than the ancient central heating in this building could ever dream of. With a grumbled “can’t sit ‘ere watching ya break yer wrists luv” he placed a wrist rest by your keyboard. His face is so close when you turn. You’re close enough to see the brown of his eyes, and that they’re crinkled a bit like he’s amused at your warming cheeks. They’re deeper than you’d ever glimpsed in your periphery, but they’re so very warm.

Suddenly having him stare at you with those eye of his doesn’t seem so bad.

[visionsthatdance]

Support for Western North Carolina

This is the text body of an email from Carolina Jews for Justice, a grassroots organizing group based in Durham, NC. I thought I would share it here.

Monetary Donations = Direct Aid

Please consider making donations to the following mutual aid and support efforts or on-ground organizations, and please share widely:

Day One Relief is mobilizing and a trusted source sending direct aid via plane to hard hit spaces. 

*Monetary and Direct Item Give*

 Donate to Day One Relief

Operation Airdrop

Mutual Aid Disaster Relief

Triangle Mutual Aid (coordinating with Asheville Mutual Aid)

BeLoved Asheville - needs funds and is coordinating volunteers with trucks who can drive supplies to people, out of 32 Old Charlotte Hwy Asheville, NC

Organizing Resilience (benefits Down Home NC, and other rural organizers doing the deep, year-round work, and partaking in community assessment surveys right now)

Items Needed

Water

Life Straws

Chainsaws

Heavy-duty storage totes

Heavy-duty tarps (the blue ones are less good)

Generators

Roofing nails

Baby formula

Non-perishable food

Manual can openers

Coolers

Gatorade

Wire brushes

Trash bags (the heavy ones are sometimes called "contractor bags")

Brooms

Mops

Laundry detergent

Washboards

Batteries, power banks

Mosquito spray

Toilet paper

Dehumidifiers

Box fans

Solar charging items

Diapers, baby wipes

5 gal buckets

Respirators and N-95 cartridges

2x4s

Bleach

Drop-Off Locations

Triangle Area

+ Carrboro, NC: 

Back Alley Bikes

100 Boyd St, Carrboro, NC 27510

Open Tues - Sat. 11am to 6pm

+ Durham, NC:

The Scrap Exchange

2050 Chapel Hill Rd, Durham, NC 27707

10:30am - 6pm Tue-Sun.

Art Post 

718 Iredell, Durham NC 27705

Starting Monday, Sept. 30th

Open Monday-Saturday 12-6pm

Maverick’s Smokehouse and Taproom

900 W Main Street, Durham NC 27701

*on street parking and free parking available in Brightleaf Square Lot*

Sunday 11am-9pm

Monday-Tuesday 11am-2pm

Wednesday-Thursday 11am-9pm

Friday-Saturday 11am-11pm

+ Raleigh, NC: 

RUMAH 

415 Hillsborough St., Raleigh

Drop off during events. See calendar on website raleighmutualaid.info

Triad Area

Taking donations over the next few weeks. Accepted Items include: sports drinks, hydration packs, baby wipes, diapers, baby formula, bug spray, sunscreen, plastic utensils, manual can openers, large trash bags, non-perishable foods, cleaning supplies, plastic sheeting/tarps, toothbrushes and toothpaste, toiletries/sanitation items, pet food, hand sanitizer, sanitizer wipes, feminine hygiene products, heavy-duty work gloves and unworn socks. 

+ Greensboro, NC: 

GetOutdoors Pedal & Paddle

1515 W Gate City Blvd., Greensboro NC

AND: 

241 Summit Avenue

11am - 1pm Tuesday-Friday

+ Lewisville, NC: 

The Coffee Mill 

6275 Shallowford Road, Lewisville, NC

Charlotte Area:

+ Concord, NC:

Drop offs for Operation Airdrop at Walmart Parking Lot

5825 Thunder Rd NW, Concord, NC 28027

[transhuman-priestess]

Having your nervous system wired into some heavily modified piece of surplus military equipment.

The old heavy duty hull now studded with optical systems and sensory mesh, form factor unfamiliar to a mind used to upright bipedal movement.

Part of the camera array is installed inside the turret. You can see what's left of your human body, an upper torso split open between the shoulder blades and bound almost artfully to the wall, exposed spine wrapped in sterile plastic sheeting and plugged into a brain machine interface. Ocular nerves spliced to the main gun's targeting system.

Some of the sensory suite is installed inside, too, so you can feel your heavily modified crew crawling around the compartment to do some final checks.

It feels like they're walking around in your ribcage.

Something like hunger tells you they haven't fueled you up just yet.

The emergency stop on the autoloader gives you... another feeling. You need them to turn it on.

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this feels unfinished but I'll hit send anyways or else I never will. hope you like it.

Thank you so much nonny. This is one of the best one of these i've gotten <3

[taffydragondraws]

Guys, the sticker sheets came in, and... um...

That's not cheap sticker paper... That's vinyl. They're not heavy duty durable, either, but they might be able to handle sticking to most smooth surfaces, like plastic water bottles and such.

They sent me an extra test sheet, so I'll use it for some model shots for the listing. The colors are nice and bright on these! :D

[solarpunkpresentspodcast]

Hope, but not right away

This is more of a half-formed thought than a complete article, so bear with me, but I wanted to put it out there especially on this gloomsome spring day, where the sun is mostly hidden by clouds that will not resolve into anything so reliable as precipitation.

Spring is often a time of joy, full of bright pastels, celebrations of life, rebirth, renewal, the return of green things to our lives. I think part of the reason that we put the focus so much on these things is their singularity within a world that is more often full of mud, grey skies, and barren trees. The snow melts away to reveal a rotting corpse, as it were, for the first few weeks of spring, at least around here. Branches stab at the sky and are not so much full of potential as skeletal imagery.

The solarpunk lens of rumination on this would focus on the way that the rotting detritus of last fall is composting, pregnant with possibility, working to become the literal ground from which life will spring. But I worry that, in that focus, we too often skip over the dull feeling of drear that can come between the absence of snow and the advent of greenery.

Ugly feelings, to poach a phrase from theorist Sianne Ngai, are very valid and worth acknowledging. Especially when the world around me is ugly, I have some pretty ugly thoughts. I mourn the fact that the double-whammy of climate weirding and El Niño meant that we didn’t really get a winter at all in these parts. I resent the rawness of the wind, too cold when the sun isn’t shining, and still wet as hell and - it seems - tailored to produce the most amount of misery in the least amount of time. I am frustrated by the fact that every single one of my coats (ranging from heavy-duty winterwear to light rain jackets) are needed within the span of a week, and yet none of them are truly adequate for the weather conditions I walk through. I think dark thoughts about the humans of this city when I walk the trails and see the incredible amount of litter - plastic bags/bottles, old Timmies cups, cigarette butts, wrappers, and other detritus - on the sides of the path, now revealed by the melting of the snow.

These are all problems that I know will pass, or that at least my brain will skim over. Take climate weirding and El Niño for example - I can’t do anything about weather patterns, and I’m doing my best right now to tackle climate change and catastrophe given my situation; they’re not going to go away any time soon, and they are a reality that I can accept, like the shitty wind. Doesn’t mean I’m not going to change my behaviour or do something about them, but it’s not like I myself can just nip the problem in the bud. Given past experience, I know that temperatures will continue to climb, solving my multiple coats problems. The City has already emailed me and many others subscribed to its newsletter that it is time for an annual spring community clean-ups: and if one registers with a group, they will provide gloves, grabbers, and garbage bags for each person, along with a tips sheet about safety, especially with handling any sharps such as broken glass or discarded needles.

So I can pass pretty quickly on to feeling fairly okay about my immediate situation. As I’ve said before both here and on the podcast, I really do believe that solarpunk is about looking around at the detritus of the early twenty-first century, then choosing deliberately to roll up one’s sleeves and get to work making a better world using the materials at hand, despite all the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune. However, moving rapidly away from negative feelings does them a disservice, and more importantly, may be doing solarpunk a disservice. Let me explain.

This is because solarpunk’s investment in optimism and hope is explicitly not a dismissal of badness, but instead a deliberately positive affective orientation arising from negative conditions, and so I am of the firm belief that there is room in the solarpunk movement to acknowledge and sit with the terrible truths of our existence.

I confess to being extremely inspired and deeply affected by JD Harlock’s conversation with Christina in our second season, especially the bit where he baldly states that he has no hope that the conditions in Lebanon will improve, and yet he still calls himself a solarpunk and works towards a better future anyways. It reminds me of an article I came across while doing research for my masters - this time explicitly about hope within the environmental movement, and the first part of the title says it all: “Hope, But Not for Us”.* It is by scholar Gerry Canavan and it came out in 2014, years before the Jonathan Franzen article. The basic gist is that yeah, there’s plenty of hope for people and animals in the future, even if we ourselves are stuck in this time of the Anthropocene, so we cannot see or access that future place of hope, but we can contribute now to making conditions better for beings we will perhaps never meet.**

If solarpunks were solely interpreted as liberal individuals fantasizing about a better world that they themselves will get to enjoy, the skeptical charge that solarpunk is naively optimistic would be pretty accurate. In that estimation, there is no room for negativity, for accepting the world as it is, for allowing for people to feel kinda crappy sometimes, for acknowledging that serious mental health struggles with depression can’t be cured by just getting a plant or going outside for a walk on the regular, et cetera. There’s no room for the actual reality of being human. The solarpunk strawman (strawperson, really), has zero nuance or grounding in the actual lived experience of being human in 2024.

That is why I am such an ardent proponent of holding space for negative emotions: whether that’s through seeing a climate grief counsellor or chaplain, attending climate grief circles, simply talking to friends and loved ones about fears about the climate, creating art about it, venting in a Discord channel, et cetera. Note they’re all community actions. Solarpunk is a deliberate reaction to and disruption of the status quo in which we are mired: pretending that we’re not experiencing terrible things is not going to get us anywhere, literally and intellectually.

I confess I don’t actually know how to end this. Academic articles tend to build towards a triumphant or at least neat conclusion and I’d like to leave you with more than just a mess. Perhaps it’s appropriate, though, since emotions, especially the negative ones, are messy and complicated.

Don’t feel bad for feeling bad, I guess? It’s from that ground that radical solarpunk action is grown.

*The full title is “Hope, But Not for Us: Ecological Science Fiction and the End of the World in Margaret Atwood’s Oryx and Crake and The Year of the Flood” and given that my master’s major research was interpreting the MaddAddam trilogy through the lens of posthuman feminism, it was pretty much exactly up my alley. This also, sidenote to the footnote, was one of the articles instrumental in my feeling extremely alienated from my peers who weren’t also taking Masters courses in ecocriticism, because nobody around me / on the corners of the Internet that I frequented at that time seemed to be talking at all about climate breakdown, or even admitting that maybe global warming was a problem (except the environmental activists, of course). It was a weird, WEIRD time.

**I imagine that this is how society as a whole used to think about doing noble things like building housing and implementing social policies for the sake of future generations, which seems to have largely exited the concern of the majority political discussion these days around everything except perhaps climate change, since it forces people to think according to a scale of deep time. (I’m aware of the fact that most Indigenous groups on Turtle Island tend to have a tradition of thinking/principle about how actions taken now will reverberate seven generations into the future, but settler society isn’t exactly taking that cue up)

[randomquadballpun]

DAY 40 (attempt no 7)

When John entered the flat after an afternoon out with Greg and a few of his other mates, he returned to a crime scene ... or well, not quite a crime scene *yet* but it looked like the kitchen was about to turn into one very soon. On a positive note, underneath the plastic sheets that covered all surfaces including the kitchen counters and the floor, the room looked tidier than it had in years. The only loose and uncovered objects in sight were a trash can, a new, bigger container of merrily steaming liquid nitrogen and a wide selection of tools, hammers, pliers and other utensils that had been neatly arranged on the plastic covered table.

"Ready Watson?"

Sherlock came down the stairs with a grim grin only to freeze in his steps when he spotted John in the kitchen, his eyes wide. He let out an oomph when something small barrelled into him from further up the stairs while he was blocking the steps down but otherwise, he remained mute. The pure look of 'deer caught in the headlights' told John that they probably had not expected him to be back home quite so soon. Maybe it would have been better - for plausible deniabilitys sake - if he had stayed for another beer or two. Well, too bad now.

He crossed his arms in front of his chest and tried to give his partner a stern look - which was slightly hindered by the fact that the other man looked frankly ridiculous. Sherlock was wearing one of his good shirts, a blue-grey one that did marvellous things for his eyes. It lost some of its charm though, if it was worn underneath a blue disposable crime-scene coverall. His boyfriend had also donned safety goggles and a plastic face shield, as well as a pair of heavy duty thermal gloves. And from the small glimpses that John could catch of his daughter just behind Sherlocks shoulders, she had been equally equipped.

"Planning to practice your dissection skills while I was out with friends?", John asked with raised eyebrows. He threw another glance at the steaming container in the kitchen. "Or just more highly educational experiments that will magically empty our vegetable drawer of all the food that Rosie does not like?"

Sherlock finally descended the stairs all the way to the bottom and allowed Rosie to join them in the living room as well. "We bought our own vegetables this time around", he declared with a sheepish expression and indicated a plastic bag from Tesco that was standing somewhat hidden beside the covered-up fridge. "And this round is not meant to be educational, this is purely about letting out some frustration."

Ah, so another failed experiment then. John probably should have seen that coming. And really, what was the difference between a fully equipped vegetable torture chamber, several rounds of bacterial cloning in their kitchen or the occasional human body part in the fridge? Just another part of everyday 221B madness after all.

"You are welcome to join, if you'd like?", Sherlock offered with a hesitant grin.

John rolled his eyes but only took another moment before he began shrugging out of his jacket. "I am sure I will be able to find some frustration that needs to be expelled", he agreed lightheartedly - not yet knowing, that he would go on to find small bits of cucumber, carrot and spring onions in the most impossible nooks and corners of the living room and kitchen for months to come.

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Troubleshooting, part 20/?

-> I did not plan for this scene, but Sherlock and Rosie decided that it was meant to be. And who am I to deny them.

-> Next part can be found here.

-> Until then you can start reading this series at DAY 0 (tumblr/ao3) or read the previous snippet here.

[beststretchsingapore]

The Ultimate Guide to Plastic Wrap: Types, Uses, and Benefits

In today's fast-paced world, plastic wrap is a silent hero behind the scenes in countless industries. Often overlooked, this versatile material does more than just keep your leftovers fresh. Whether you’re in retail, agriculture, or construction, understanding the various types and applications of plastic wrap can help streamline operations and enhance productivity. Read on to discover its unique properties, types, and benefits.

Properties of Plastic Wrap

Plastic wrap is more than just a transparent sheet you use to cover food. Its unique properties make it an invaluable tool across multiple industries. First, its adherence ensures that it clings tightly to objects, providing a secure seal. Its pliability allows it to stretch and wrap around items of various shapes and sizes. Additionally, its moisture resistance is crucial for protecting goods against environmental factors like humidity and contamination.

Types of Plastic Wrap Rolls

Plastic wrap comes in several types, each tailored for specific applications. Cling wrap, for example, is commonly used in households and food service industries to keep food fresh. Stretch wrap rolls, also known as stretch film, are designed for heavy-duty tasks like bundling and securing pallets. Industrial-grade plastic wraps offer even more durability and strength, suitable for demanding environments like construction and agriculture. Understanding these different types can help you choose the right plastic wrap for your needs.

Manufacturing and Warehousing

In manufacturing and warehousing, stretch wrap rolls are essential for securing pallets of products. These rolls ensure that items stay put during transit, preventing damage and saving space. Stretch film also protects products from dust, moisture, and other environmental factors, which is crucial for maintaining quality and reducing waste. Whether it’s electronics or fragile items, stretch wrap rolls play a significant role in keeping everything intact.

Food and Beverage Industry

The food and beverage industry relies heavily on cling wrap to maintain freshness and hygiene. Restaurants, supermarkets, and food processing facilities use it to cover and preserve various food items. Specialized plastic wraps, such as meat wrap and cheese wrap, are designed to extend the shelf life of specific food types. These wraps provide an airtight seal, preventing spoilage and contamination, which is vital for food safety and quality.

Construction Industry

In the construction industry, heavy-duty plastic wrap protects building materials, furniture, and equipment during projects. It shields these items from dust, debris, and moisture, ensuring they remain in good condition. Additionally, plastic wrap is used for waterproofing applications and creating temporary shelters, making it a versatile tool for various construction needs.

Agriculture

Agriculture is another sector where plastic wrap proves to be indispensable. Silage wrap, for instance, helps preserve forage crops for livestock feed, reducing waste and ensuring a year-round supply. Plastic mulch film is used to suppress weeds, retain moisture, and regulate soil temperature, which improves crop yield and quality. These applications highlight the critical role of plastic wrap in boosting agricultural productivity.

Retail Industry

In the retail industry, clear plastic wrap is used to showcase products on shelves, creating attractive product bundles and enhancing visual appeal. It protects delicate items during display and transportation, ensuring they reach customers in perfect condition. Whether it’s wrapping gift sets or securing fragile items, plastic wrap helps retailers maintain product integrity and presentation.

Cost-Effectiveness

Plastic wrap is a cost-efficient packaging solution compared to other materials. Its affordability makes it an attractive option for businesses looking to reduce expenses without compromising on quality. The versatility of plastic wrap means it can be used for various applications, offering excellent value for money.

Efficiency and Ease of Use

One of the standout features of plastic wrap is its ease of application and removal. This saves time and labor costs, making operations more efficient. Whether you’re wrapping pallets in a warehouse or covering food in a supermarket, plastic wrap’s user-friendly nature ensures that tasks are completed quickly and effectively.

Sustainability Considerations

While traditional plastic wrap has raised environmental concerns, advancements in eco-friendly options are changing the narrative. Recycled materials and biodegradable films are being used to create sustainable plastic wraps that minimize environmental impact. These innovations offer businesses a way to protect their products while also being mindful of their ecological footprint.

[dailyunsolvedmysteries-movedd]

The Box Lady of Benton

It was October 8th, 1976 and Norman Skoog had spent the day harvesting his “back 40,” acres of corn along Benton County Road 200 South. Around 5pm, while harvesting in a remote spot about a mile-and-a-half from the Skoog home, he made a bizarre discovery. A white cardboard box wrapped in tape and rope sat on the ground roughly nine rows deep in the field, approximately 15 yards off of the gravel road. Norman had nearly ran over the box with his combine. When he got out to investigate the box, he realized it was far too heavy for him to lift alone. He left on his combine to get his father-in-law and his pickup. Together, they loaded the box into the bed of the truck and drove it to the Skoog home.

Curtis Skoog, 16, was first to notice the pungent odor of cheap perfume coming from within the box. Using a pocket knife, he sliced open a section of the box to find a broken vial of perfume lying atop something wrapped in layers of plastic. Concerned what may be inside, Norman phoned police. He told Curtis to return the vial to the box and wait for the Sheriff to arrive.

Sheriff Donal Steely arrived at the Skoog home a short time later to inspect the suspicious package. As he began to cut into the thick sheets of heavy plastic and rope, a new foul smell wafted out of the box. Steely decided he should contact the State Police before proceeding any further. Indiana State Police arrived and opened the box. Beneath the layers of plastic sheeting and rope, they discovered the body of a woman. The body was taken to the local coroners office, and later an autopsy was preformed in Lafayette, Indiana.

It was concluded that the woman’s cause of death was from a small calibre single gunshot wound at the base of her neck fired at close range. The bullet was never recovered. Her death was estimated to have occurred 7-10 days before being found, but it was noted that very little decomposition had occurred.

She was found in the fetal position with her knees pressed firmly against her chest. Her body was bound with rope and her hands were tied under her knees. Her head and face were wrapped in white paper towelling, and two small plastic bags had been tied over her head. Her body had been wrapped in several layers of thick plastic, similar to those used as runners to protect carpet. White clothesline style rope and heavy duty duct tape had been used to tie the plastic around the body and was so tightly bound, it had distorted and bruised the woman’s face.

The woman was white, approximately 5 feet 2 inches tall, weighed around 175 pounds, and was estimated to be around 60 years of age. The woman wore a green 2-piece pants suit that was covered in blood, but otherwise clean. She wore no makeup, shoes, pantyhose, or jewelry and had no identification. She had a few distinguishing facial features, including a large “bump” on the bridge of her nose and “abnormally large ears.”

It was evident the woman had undergone several surgeries. She had undergone a radical mastectomy, and bore a vertical surgical scar on her mid-section which extended from her sternum to her stomach. She had also undergone extensive dental work, though she was in need of more.

Her makeshift “coffin” was a white cardboard box measuring 3-by-2-by-1-foot. The box was a typical moving box, stamped with a factory label reading “wardrobe.” Another part of the box bore a handwritten notation reading “hall closet.” It was learned that the box had been manufactured in Illinois. Inside of the box, the small vial of perfume was found, however it had no label. The box itself had been sealed with tape and the same rope that was used to bind the woman. Investigators believe the box had been left at the location the same day it was found. Heavy rains had blanketed the area the previous day into the early morning hours and the box showed no signs of moisture damage.

Police attempted to use fingerprints to identify the unknown woman, however they never found a match. This led them to the conclusion she had never been arrested, or held a civil service job. A sketch of the woman was released to the public in the hopes of identifying her, however no one came forward to claim her body. Eventually, she was buried in an unmarked grave in Fowler Cemetery.

The investigation continued and several people came forward from states as far away as Alabama believing the unknown woman may be their missing loved one. Unfortunately she was not a match to any of them.

Multiple theories existed, from everything to a “mob-hit,” to a wrong place wrong time scenario. However the most bizarre, and seemingly most accepted theory, is that the box was dropped from a helicopter.

While the area the box was found is extremely rural, it is also a tight knit community of farmers who are outside from sun up to sun down. According to them, they would have noticed someone driving along the gravel road that morning, and while they didn’t spot any suspicious cars, they did see a helicopter fly over the field early that morning. According to three separate witness statements, the helicopter approached from the northeast, swung to the southwest, and hovered near the ground for a few seconds where the box was found.

A second piece of evidence supporting the helicopter theory is that when police searched the area where the box was found, they discovered an irregular circle of exposed black dirt around the dumping site. During harvest, corn stalks litter the ground covering the soil. The powerful updraft created by a helicopter could cause the stalks to scatter leaving the ground exposed and leaving a circular “imprint” like the one discovered at the scene.

[wjehfshs]

I forgot to take my meds so I’m gonna do some silly short imagines/scenarios with COD and DBH characters x reader

Warnings??: swearing. Cringe and uncreative :3, but I’m having fun so… reader being chaotic and silly

Mentions of smoking/cigars at one point and blood at one point but not too bad

A really fucked up looking cake made by reader and Connor

Somewhat Connor x reader

Price being basically the dad of everyone

Hank and Connor being the best father son duo

Hank kinda being a father figure overall

Hank also creating an abomination

OOC Connor??? Sorta??? Idk if headcanons about Deviant Connor count as OOC we don’t really see much of Deviant Connors personality.

COD imagines

Reader: who’s got their hands on their favourite food and they’re devouring it (may or may not be inspired by me at dinner earlier today)

Everyone else: looking on in fear and awe, their food basically untouched as reader is basically oblivious to the world

Soap: “Jesus fuckin Christ lad/lass, could ya slow down?! It’s givin’ me a stomach ache just looking at ya”

Reader: who stops dead in their tracks, food stuffed in their mouth as they are mid chew, fork with more food on it held up in midair as if they are about to take another bite. And they start slowly chewing again as they slowly descend back into their episode of shovelling food down their throat

Soap: “that’s fuckin it, bloody hell im eatin in my room” as he picks up his plate and walks off

Reader: walking back inside with a plastic tub that seems to be wet and heavy.

Price: “what have you done this time.”

Reader: “noooothing” they smile a little to themselves as they try to conceal their laughter

Price: “let me look in the tub. Now.”

Reader: backing off not wanting to make him angry.

Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Rudy, Alejandro, and Graves: All siting peacefully in the main area.

Price: in the background “Why the fuck did you bring a fucking baby Shark inside?!”

Ghost: covered in glitter, absolutely pissed beyond belief “would you like to tell me why there was a bucket of glitter sat on top of my door?!”

Reader: “well that’s actually a funny story you see…” starts booking it in the opposite direction

Ghost: chasing after them at full speed, still covered in glitter, leaving a glitter trail behind him.

Everyone: very confused as to why there is a glitter trail eventually leading to a locked door with a glitter covered Ghost banging on it with reader crying/laughing behind it out of both fear and it being the funniest shit they have seen all day

COD headcanons

I like to imagine Gaz really likes Beyoncé so if he’s ever put on cleaning duty he will wait until everyone’s asleep and he’ll listen to Beyoncé with his headphones on while cleaning, he’s definitely been caught a couple times by Price or Graves or something. He never lived it down but it still didn’t stop his love for Beyoncé.

Soap really loves olives, like, REALLY loves them so much so to the point where every time they get a supply of Olives they have to lock them away so Soap doesn’t take them too his room and eat them all in one sitting (side note: I hate olives, I really fucking hate olives)

Ghost likes hello kitty because it reminds him of the softer things in life (which he doesn’t really get to see much I can imagine) so back at home he has a bunch of hello kitty stuff such as plushies all placed neatly on his bed along with some other stuff like bed sheets, but he refuses to take any of it with him on missions even if he can keep it in his room in the Barracks because he’s just so scared that if the Barracks get attacked his plushies will either get dirty/bloody or straight up “injured” and he just loves them too much to let that happen, just quietly he thinks if that where to ever happen his entire world would fucking crumble in front of him (self inserting myself a bit bc I love my plushies this much too and I love hello kitty)

Price although he smokes cigars he knows how it can make Gaz worry (worried son moment frfr) so he’s trying to stop so he’s taken up chewing a shit load of gum. He will sneak in an occasional cigar if he gets too stressed out on a mission. He just needs that relief for a second but he swears he’ll stop next time (he doesn’t).

Soap likes to collect bath toys, ever since he got his nickname “Soap” he’s taken a liking to collecting bath toys (specifically rubber ducky’s) whenever he’s back at home.

Graves is a full blown homosexual but he’s too scared to admit it so he denies it every time.

DBH imagines

Hank: getting home after reader and Connor (deviant Connor, sorry I really only write deviant Connor bc he holds a special place in my heart and any kind of Connor hurts me) get a day off “Hey im homeeee…”

Reader: covered in flour and butter

Connor: the ends of his fingers are charred black a bit from the oven and he has icing bits in his hair

Reader and Connor collectively: “We made you a cake! :D”

The cake in question:

Hank: literal fucking tears in his eyes out of pure terror and stress. “…Thanks guys, I’m not. I’m not hungry right now but I’ll eat it later” as he slowly shuffles to his room with a shell shocked look on his face.

Connor and Reader: Looking at each other with the stupidest and biggest smile on their faces.

(This is inspired by a tik tok audio)

Connor: who’s deviant but is still used to being a machine so he analyses every single little thing. He walks up to reader. “You’re hair smells different today, did you use a different shampoo?”

Reader: slowly turning around with a scared smile on their face. “That’s actually really… creepy”

Connor: (in his head) “creepy? Am I. Creepy?” But on the outside he looks like he’s on the verge of tears

Reader: who sees his expression and immediately hugs him just to assure him they’re not mad just giving him a heads up that it’s kinda weird, they still love him tho (either platonically or romantically)

Hank: in the kitchen making something

Connor: “Hey Hank, what are you making?” As he makes the mistake, the traumatic life changing mistake of looking in the pot

Hank: who’s boiling fucking raw chicken with nothing but hot water. “Chicken.” He says bluntly as he cleans up and puts the chicken on the plate and eats it while it’s completely unseasoned and practically raw

Connor: from the sheer shock of the encounter he goes into overload and he’s getting warning systems all over telling him sometimes wrong

Reader: who has to sit Connor down as they try not to gag from Hanks creation he dares to call a “meal”

DBH headcanons

Neither Hank nor Connor can cook for shit so 90% of the time it’s either microwaveable food or take out for Hank.

Since Connor turned Deviant he developed social anxiety but when he’s around people such as Hank or reader he’s so silly, he gets so stupid and funny it’s so cute to see him like that (I want to squeeze him and put him in my pocket then have him surgically inserted into my heart permanently I love him so much)

Connors autistic

Hanks Bi

Connors Pansexual

Connor and Hank so father son activities such as play catch outside and walk Sumo (with reader ofc)

Hank had his house renovated to have an extra room put in for Connor (and if you also want to live there an extra room for you but if your romantically in a relationship with Connor you would probably just have a bed put in Connors room and Connor, although he doesn’t need sleep, he’ll go into sleeping mode with you on the bed as you two cuddle)

Connor saved up enough money to buy a phone so once he got it all set up the camera roll is just filled with pictures of Sumo, other dogs he saw in public while out, him and Hank taking selfies, Hank who once got drunk and stole his phone and took pictures of himself, you and Connor selfies, (if you two are romantically together, sometimes just pictures of you, many, many pictures of you) and, you, Hank, Sumo and him all in a photo together. Maybe a couple of photos with his other friends too such as Markus etc etc but it’s mainly those.

Connor love’s physical touch, platonically, romantically, all of it. Every day he gives Hank a good morning hug, and a good night hug (best son ever fr) and every time he sees you he squeezes you into a tight hug and won’t let go for a good minute (if you two are in love he’ll also pepper your entire face with kisses for that entire minute finishing off with a smooch on the lips)

Ok that’s all for now, I love Connor fr he’s my favourite I would die for him.

I know this was super cringe but I had sm fun doing this.

Ok it’s like 2AM I should go to bed

Bye bye!

[erinsworld]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Found this gem in a notebook in the bottom of my computer bag. Not quite sure where I was going with it, other than it was post-NOLA episode, and Jack didn't come out of that with only singed feet, but I may just have to figure that out... Mac and Jack banter is always fun.

"Jack... Get in!"

"What? No... Absolutely not!"

"The chute, Jack! Get. In. The. Chute!"

"I am not gettin' in that thing! It's like... It's like willingly sliding down the gullet of some monster. 'Sides..." Jack takes a cautious step closer, his hand wrapped securely around the handle of his Glock strapped to his hip, ready to defend them against the sheets of heavy duty plastic that snap and billow in the whipping winds of the open window should the need arise. He hesitantly leans forward, brown eyes sharp and senses alert for the smallest flicker of danger, as he takes a deep inhale.

"Smells like a dead tauntaun, man. You know there's nothin' wrong with the stairs, hoss," Jack says as he glances over his shoulder and takes a couple of steps back. "Y'always tellin' me how I need to work more on my cardio. No time like the present. Why put off for tomorrow what you can do today."

Mac steps forward, his longer legs making quick work of the space Jack has put between them, and grasps his partner's shoulder.

"I know how you feel about tight spaces, Jack," Mac says, voice full of understanding. "And if there was any other way I could get us out of here I would do it in a heartbeat."

"I know you would."

"You'll be moving--"

"You mean falling."

"--Sliding. So fast it'll be over before you know it," Mac amends, trying for a word and explanation that explains the exact action of what they're about to do. Hoping that in doing so, it'll ease some of Jack's understandable anxiety. "Think of it as an amusement park ride. You love going to the amusement park."

[morte-par-le-chocolat]

Best Fresh Rhubarb Pie

Author: Lily Ernst

Prep Time: 15 min

Cook Time: 45 min

Total Time: 1 hour

Yield: 8-10

Category: dessert

Method: bake

Description

This pretty homemade pie is perfectly sweet and tangy. It lets the natural flavor of fresh rhubarb shine through without any distractions.

Ingredients

1 homemade or store-bought double pie crust

5 cups (550g) fresh rhubarb, chopped 1/2 inch thick

1 1/2 cups (300g) granulated sugar

1/2 cup (65g) all-purpose flour

1/2 tsp (2.5ml) ground cinnamon

1/2 tsp (2.5ml) ground cloves (or nutmeg if you prefer)

1 tbsp (14g) cold butter, chopped into small cubes

1 egg

1 tbsp (15ml) water

2 tbsp (30ml) coarse sugar

Instructions

Preheat oven to 425F and position a rack in the lower third of the oven.

In a large bowl, mix together the granulated sugar, flour, cinnamon, and cloves.

Add in the rhubarb and toss to coat. Spoon into a 9″ pie crust-lined pie plate.

Dot with butter. Cut the second piece of pie crust into ten 1″ stripes and weave into a lattice. You can also simply place the pie crust on top and cut a few slits for ventilation. Trim, press and crimp the edges.

Whisk the egg and water together in a small bowl. Brush over the top of the pie and sprinkle with coarse sugar.

Place the pie on a baking sheet and bake for 15 minutes at 425F. Then lower the oven temperature to 375F and continue baking for another 30 minutes, or until the crust is golden and filling is bubbling. If the crust turns golden before the filling is done, loosely cover with foil to prevent over-browning. I covered my pie during the last 10 minutes. Let cool for 1 hour before serving.

Notes

Leftover pie can be stored tightly covered at room temperature for 2 days or in the fridge for up to 5 days.

Fully baked rhubarb pie can be frozen for up to 3 months. Let pie completely cool, double wrap in saran, and then wrap in a layer of foil. Date and place in the freezer.

To freeze unbaked pie; add 2 extra tablespoons of flour to the filling to help soak up some of the extra juice that may exude during the freezing/thawing process. Assemble the pie completely except for the egg wash and coarse sugar. Freeze in a heavy-duty plastic bag. Thaw overnight in the fridge and bake as instructed.