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Keep Moving Forwards, Part 43

Azriel x Reader Fic

Summary: After finally deciding to leave your abusive and manipulative mate for good, you find unexpected companionship with Azriel, the Shadowsinger of the Night Court. As you navigate the aftermath of your traumatic relationship, you struggle to understand where the mating bond went wrong and contemplate your path forward, vowing never to return to the past.

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Content Warning: This story contains depictions of extreme emotional manipulation and abuse, detailed descriptions of direct physical abuse, and scenes of men hunting women with implied sexual assault. Please read at your own risk.

Word Count: 4.4K

Author's Note: This is a multi-part series. Unlike my previous works, this fanfiction delves deeper than just fluff, exploring complex emotional landscapes. As I navigate this new writing journey, I kindly ask for gentle feedback. The topics addressed are profoundly impactful, touching many lives with diverse experiences. Please be gentle with yourselves and others. Healing is a journey, and everyone processes it differently. Be kind to yourself. Take what resonates, and leave what doesn’t.

Please continue reading, being aware of the above content warnings, ensuring you are in a healthy headspace. Give yourself time to process and be gentle with yourself.

The Townhouse was enveloped in a tranquil stillness. Seated at the elegant dining room table, you were surrounded by scattered papers and blueprints of grandiose city plans. Maps of once-glorious buildings, now fallen into decay, lay alongside deeds, titles, and contract agreements waiting to be scrutinized. Despite the overwhelming workload that would keep you occupied well into the evening, the peacefulness was a comforting companion. You had been sitting for so long that your hips now protested with a persistent ache, and the ice in your tea had long since melted, diluting the bright golden liquid into a murky brown. Frustrated, you leaned back in your chair and ran a hand through your hair, causing your meticulously drawn notes and diagrams on the map to scatter and fall to the floor. None of it seemed to make sense - there simply wasn't enough space in any of the buildings on your list to accommodate all the families in need of housing. With a resigned sigh, you closed your eyes and reclined against the intricately carved wooden back of the chair, feeling the strain on your neck begin to ease.

The creaky metal of the mail slot clanged open, its rusty hinges protesting. Letters cascaded down onto the foyer carpet with a soft thud, and then the slot shut again with a metallic clang. Your head tilted to the side. From your vantage point in the dining room, you could see through the open door to the hallway, where an array of papers lay scattered on the floor. You stretched your arms high above your head, feeling your spine crackle as you arched left and right in an effort to loosen your stiffening joints. With a push against the table, you rose up and twisted your neck, trying to release any remaining tension. As you made your way towards the hallway, your bare feet sunk into the soft, plush rugs that lined the floors of the Townhouse. Leaning down, you picked up the pile of mail and began to sift through it. Letter after letter addressed to you from various Pleasure Maker’s applying for support and accommodation. Each one elicited a mixture of both excitement and trepidation.

As you sorted through the stack of letters, one caught your eye with its pristine appearance. The envelope gleamed in the light, adorned with a single golden maple leaf wax stamp in the corner. Your name was elegantly written in thin, flowing handwriting. Intrigued, you furrowed your brow as you gathered the other letters in your arm and reached for this one. Sliding a finger under the flap, you carefully pulled out the contents written on delicate paper with the same thin pen.

My esteemed daughter,

I extend my well wishes to you, though I pen this letter with a perhaps unpleasant request. It has been brought to my attention by Caelum, a distinguished male of the Night Court, that you and he are mated. Your impeccable taste has not gone unnoticed and I would like to congratulate you on finding yourself mated to someone of such strength and charm. It is expected that your union with Caelum will produce many wonderful heirs for our Court.

However, it seems that there has been a misunderstanding, leading you to purposely avoid his presence. While I trust that this is simply an oversight on your part, I must insist that you return to your rightful place at the Autumn Court immediately. Not only does Caelum grieve over your absence, but as your father and nobility within the court, I cannot tolerate any deviation from the path set by the Mother for our people.

Nevertheless, I hold no ill will towards you for any perceived misstep, and I am committed to rectifying the situation. I am aware that your upbringing has not been within the walls of the Court, but being young and undeniably influenced by your past experiences, I cannot hold you entirely accountable for your actions. However, it is now time to rectify this mistake.

Do keep me informed of your plans, though they should involve returning to fulfill your duties as an heir to our esteemed court and future mother of heirs. Your compliance in this matter is non-negotiable.

Awaiting your swift return,

Your Father, Philip Vanserra

Your hands shook uncontrollably as you read and reread the letter, your heartbeat quickening with each passing moment. Your blood boiled with anger and fear as you struggled to calm your trembling lips. How could Caelum know about Philip? Had you been too careless lately in keeping your walls against Caelum up? What other details did he know? The thought sent shivers down your spine. And now, Caelum was using it against you in a twisted attempt to lure you back home. You felt bile rise in your throat at the mere idea of it. There was no way you would fulfill his request, but even worse, there was no telling what lengths Philip would go to in order to make you comply. You frantically checked the clock, knowing that Azriel would be home soon. But the thought of being alone with your racing thoughts for even a few more hours made you want to scream.

You were practically tripping over yourself as you descended the steps of the Townhouse in haste. Your feet hitting the pathway to the street with a resounding thus. The letter was clutched so tightly in your hand that your knuckles turned white. Each step heavier than the last, your footsteps echoed through Velaris as you made your way to the edge of the city. The vibrant shops and colorful buildings blurred past as you raced towards the River House. Your heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of your chest as you ran down the pathway and up the grand stairs of the manor. Your fists pounded on the door with such force that they stung and throbbed, but you barely registered the pain. You waited, hands shaking uncontrollably as your throat constricted with each passing second. Every breath was a struggle, like you were drowning on land. Sweat dripped down your back, making your clothes stick uncomfortably to your skin. You couldn't stop fidgeting, shifting from foot to foot as you tried to find some semblance of calm amidst the chaos inside you. It felt like all the air had been sucked out of your lungs and you were about to pass out, yet at the same time, an overwhelming urge to run away gnawed at your insides. Your stomach churned with a mix of nausea and fear, threatening to make you sick right then and there. Tears welled up in your eyes, burning hot against your skin as they threatened to spill over at any moment. You needed someone else to know about this, anyone, before it suffocated you entirely.

As the heavy door swung open, Elain's kind face came into view, a tea towel thrown over her shoulder and an apron tied around her waist. The immediate smile on her lips twisted into concern as she took in your disheveled appearance. "Y/N," she gasped, her eyes widening with worry, "What's going on? What's happened?"

You tried to speak, but the words became jumbled and incoherent as sobs shook your body. Elain stepped closer, her hands reaching out to steady you. "Just breathe," she cooed softly, trying to calm your racing thoughts.

But you couldn't slow down. Every part of you was trembling and shaking as you struggled to get the words out. Tears streamed down your face, hot and wet against your cheeks.

Elain continued to hold your gaze, searching for answers in your frantic eyes. "Honey, I can't understand you," she said gently, placing a hand on your arm. "Please just take a breath."

Elain's eyes flickered towards the letter in your hand before returning to yours. "Y/N," she whispered gently, "Sit down." With her hand still resting on your arm, she guided you down to the floor, her long dress pooling around her knees as she knelt beside you. Your body hit the ground with a thud as you fell to your knees in front of her, tears pouring down your cheeks as you begged and pleaded for some sort of relief or answer.

Elain pressed her forehead against yours, trying to soothe you with her calming presence. She wrapped her hand around the back of your head, gently stroking your hair as she took deep, exaggerated breaths. You struggled to match her rhythm at first, but slowly, your breathing began to synchronize with hers, and your heart rate started to slow.

“Good.” She whispered. “Just keep breathing.” You felt your body heave up and down in synch with your breaths as you opened your eyes, looking into Elain’s gentle gaze. “Good job.” You stayed like that for a moment, protected in Elain’s arms and gentle embrace as she pulled you in for a hug. “Just calm down.” She leaned back, brushing year hair that was hot and wet away from your face. “Let’s go inside.” She whispered, smiling lightly. You nodded, whimpering slightly as she helped you to your feet.

As you crossed through the entrance into the foyer of the River House you realized suddenly that in your haste to get there you hadn’t put shoes on. You looked down to see your feet, reddened and raw, bleeding slightly as Elain urged you forwards. You paused, stammering slightly, “I’m so sorry, I’m-”

Elain looked down at your feet and then back to your face, “Don’t worry about that.” She cooed. “It will wash out. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You felt terrible, each step leaving splatters of blood behind you as you continued down the hall to the sitting room. “Feyre!” Elain called out. “Feyre, come here!” She called again.

“Just a second!” Feyre’s voice echoed out from the upstairs balcony.

“Now.” Elain called back, rather firmly.

Elain led you into the sitting room, her arm still linked in yours supporting your body as she sat you on the velvet couch. As you almost collapsed down into it, still breathing shakily, Elain dropped to the floor in front of you, pulling the towel from her shoulder and wrapping it around your bleeding feet. “Just keep breathing.” Elain reminded you as you tried to take a few more breaths.

Feyre rounded the corner into the sitting room, “Elain what did you-” but she stopped as soon as she saw her sister sitting on front of you and your own distressed face. “What’s going on?” Feyre asked, taking a few steps into the room.

Elain turned to her sister only giving her a swift command to bring warm water, towels and bandages. Feyre turned on her heel, her footsteps retreated as Elain turned back to you, smiling softly, “Let’s get these cleaned up first and then we can talk.” She whispered. You nodded as Feyre returned, a bowl of steaming water, a heap of towels and two rolls of gauze. She dropped to her sisters side and the two began working in tandem, taking the rags, dipping them into the water and wiping your wounded feet. Each rag coming away almost blackened with dirt and blood. The two continued until the rags pulled away only slightly pink before wrapping them in the bandages. Feyre brought an ottoman in from the adjoining library, propping your feet up onto it as you winced slightly.

Elain stood, wiping her hands on her apron as Feyre turned to look at her sister. “What’s going on?” She asked looking between the two of your. Elain looked at you, assessing if you were in a state to answer, her eyes glancing to the piece of parchment still clenched in your hands.

You tried to steady your breathing more as you swallowed. Finally it seemed you were able to get words out, “I got a letter.” You started, “From Philip.”

Feyre’s expression darkened, her attention now fully on the letter.

“He knows about Caelum.” You managed to choke out, feeling fear rising in your throat once again.

Feyre stood reaching a hand out. “Can I see the it?” She asked tenderly.

You nodded, holding an unsteady hand out as you released the paper to her. Your fingers ached and you realized you’d gripped it so tightly your nails had dug into your palms and made them bleed. Feyre took the blood splattered document as Elain brought a rag down to your palm, rinsing it gingerly. Feyre opened the letter eyes racing over it with an emotionless facade. When she finished she looked up to you and asked, “Does anyone else know about this?”

You shook your head no, and Elain’s worried gaze shifted between you and her sister. Without hesitation Feyre declared, “I’m going to get Rhys here.” She then turned to Elain and added, “And I’m going to take Nyx to the studio for now, just to get him out of the house. Can you stay here with Y/N?”

Elain offered to take Nyx herself but Feyre shook her head. "No, I'll winnow him there. It'll be faster." She turned to call out for Nyx and called over her shoulder she would get Nesta, Cassian, and Azriel, and that Elain should call Lucien to come down as soon as possible. While her own voice remained calm and collected you could sense the urgency with which she spoke and you worked hard to keep from completely falling apart again.

Elain took a seat on the couch next to you, having still not read the letter, she hadn’t a clue what all of this was about, but her concern was more focused on how you were doing than on the circumstances that brought you there. “Can I get you anything?” She asked quietly, “Water? Tea? Something to eat?”

You shook your head, unable to even think about eating or drinking in this moment.

You didn’t hear Azriel enter the house as much as felt it, like a storm coming across calm waters. You heard the door open with a slam, as though it had fallen from it’s hinges and the entire house seemed to shy away from the force that had entered. You heard Rhysand calling out Azriel’s name, attempting to calm him down, but as the heavy, purposeful footsteps came down the hall, and Azriel turned into the room, you knew there would be no calming the rage behind his eyes. Azriel’s shadows whispered around him as though his own anger was causing them to be frantic and disrupted as he crossed the room to you, his eyes heavy with concern. Azriel immediately stopped by your side, dropping down into a crouch to your feet, still propped up on the ottoman as he inspected the bandages. “What happened?” He asked, his voice breaking with emotion.

Elain answered before you could, “She walked here without shoes.” Azriel’s eyes flicked to Elain who immediately followed with, “But she’s alright.”

Azriel’s attention returned to you, his scarred hands running gently up and down your shins as he looks at you with pain mirrored in his own eyes. “Why would you do that, my love?” He asks softly.

You croak out a response, admitting that in your frantic state, you didn’t even bother putting on shoes before rushing here.

From behind him, Rhysand entered into the room with Lucien, the two speaking in hushed tones with one another as Lucien held the letter in his hand. His russet eyes that looked strikingly of his brothers met yours and were already whispering apologies to you, but you broke your stare with him as soon as Nesta pushed past behind him, followed by Cassian and Feyre. You watched as Feyre’s eyes met Rhysands and they exchanged unspoken words, both of their faces trying their best to hide the concern bubbling underneath.

It’s clear that Cassian and Azriel were both pulled from a War Camp somewhere, both their boots and armor are covered in a thick coating of dried mud and there is grime settled on both of their faces, but it seemed that they had dropped everything and immediately come here. Elain rose from the couch, crossing to Lucien who she immediately slid into, his shoulder wrapping around her arm as she hugged his side. Nesta immediately took Elain’s place next to you, her hand meeting yours and giving you a reassuring squeeze as she kept her eyes on Rhysand. Cassian joined Rhysand and Lucien who continued to whisper to one another. Azriel only kept his eyes on you, his hands continuing their slow patterns up and down your skin as though he was worried if his touch left, you might disappear. He only broke his focus on you when Rhysand cleared his throat, settling into the sitting chair opposite of yours, leaning forwards on his forearms. A silence falls heavy into the sitting room as Rhysand and you meet eyes. His stare isn’t reassuring and that alone is enough to make that fear that courses through your veins peak again.

You can feel the tension in the air as you finally gather the courage to speak up, your voice trembling with unease. "What does this mean?" you demanded, eyes locked on Rhysand.

His gaze shifts slightly, his breaths coming in controlled puffs. "It means that Philip is trying to control you, to manipulate you into living in the Autumn Court," he replies, his tone filled with a hint of warning.

"Well I won't do it," you declare, your voice laced with conviction and defiance.

Rhysand's expression remains steady, but you can sense the underlying frustration in his voice. "I know," he says, "but Philip knowing about your bond with Caelum changes things."

"Why does it matter what he knows?" you snap back, anger bubbling within you. "He has no right to dictate my life or force me to go back to Caelum."

"Unfortunately," Rhysand continues, "the Autumn Court is known for its traditionalist ways. I'm not surprised by Philip's request."

Your mind reels at this revelation, confusion and fear mixing together in a potent cocktail of emotions. "Surprising or not, I’m not going back with him.”

But his response only adds to the growing turmoil inside you. "It's not that simple," he says gravely.

"Fuck if it's not," you retort angrily and Rhysand pauses considering his next works carefully.

Lucien's voice cuts through the tense silence, his words dripping with bitterness and resentment. "Listen," he interjects, all eyes turning to him now. "My brother is a master manipulator, always looking out for his own gain. And trust me when I say he never makes a request that doesn't benefit himself in some way."

"I don't give a shit," you snap back, your frustration and anger boiling over. "I won't do anything he tells me to."

"Y/N, you need to understand that we cannot trust Philip's motives. We must tread carefully and gather all information before making a decision," Rhysand warns, his eyes flashing with concern.

You shoot back, anger simmering in your voice. "I don't care what he wants or why. I will not go back to that place."

"That is not the desired outcome for any of us," he stresses. "But we cannot simply reject him without knowing the full extent of his intentions or if he has any other plans."

Nesta interjects, her tone sharp and urgent. "So we just sit around and wait for another letter? Or worse?"

"I believe it would be wise to wait and see if we can figure out more about what’s going on under the surface.” Rhysand replies, his answer calculating and cold.

"I refuse to be a pawn in someone else's game," you spout, venom lacing your words.

Rhysand fixes you with an intense gaze. "As a daughter of the Autumn Court High family, you are already a pawn whether you like it or not."

"I have no interest in claiming the throne," you protest.

Lucien adds, "But as an extension of the High Lord, you could offer potential heirs for the next ruler after Eris."

Your throat tightens and vomit rises as you think about that possibility.

"How did Caelum even know to reach out to Philip?" Cassian questions, arms crossed against his chest.

"It's possible that the wall that Y/N has against him isn’t as solid as we may have thought, allowing Caelum glimpses into her thoughts," Feyre suggests grimly.

Your heart thuds painfully in your chest, heavy with guilt and regret. Despite the walls you’ve built up and the lessons from Rhysand, you couldn’t keep them safe. All because you let yourself be happy for a moment. You vow to punish yourself later for your weakness, but seeing Azriel’s concerned gaze on you only adds to your inner turmoil. How can you face him when you've failed to protect those you love?

Rhysand's voice cuts through the tense silence like a knife, "We stay silent for now. We reach out to Eris and bring him into the fold, making sure he knows the truth about his brother's actions. And if necessary, we will meet with him to strategize. This issue affects all of us and I refuse to keep anyone in the dark, especially when it concerns Philip." His words hang heavy in the air as he continues, "And I think it would be best for you to distance yourself from us for the time being."

Your eyes widen in shock and confusion as you protest, "What?!" But Nesta's outraged shout echoes your own sentiment.

Rhysand's hand shoots up with ferocity, silencing the two of you before you can protest. "You will stay away until we have a solid plan in place," he commands, his eyes fierce and determined. "Caelum has found a way past your defenses and is using you to gather information for Philip. We cannot risk your safety or ours by keeping you near us."

Azriel's jaw clenches in anger as he grips your leg tighter. "She's supposed to be isolated?" he growls, his gaze burning into Rhysand.

"She won’t be cast out," Rhys answers quickly. "She can stay at the Town House while we figure out what to do."

Azriel's voice rises in protest. "You promised her she wouldn't be kept in the dark anymore."

"It's not about fairness right now," Rhysand counters. "It's about protecting our family and Y/N from harm. And Azriel, as my spymaster, I would hope you could see past your own wants when it comes to the safety of all of us."

As much as you long to be near Azriel, your focus wanes when you're with him. If it means keeping him safe by staying apart, then you are willing to make that sacrifice.

"I won't make Azriel leave the Town House," you interject firmly.

His gaze snaps back to yours, confusion etched on his face at your lack of protest. But you stand your ground. "I can stay at one of the housing units," you suggest. “I understand the risk that me being around poses.”

"No," Azriel responds immediately, shaking his head. "I won't have you hiding from us."

“I cannot bear to see anyone else suffer because of me, Azriel,” you choke out through trembling lips, trying desperately to hold back the tears that threaten to spill over. You refuse to cry, not now, not in front of him. “Even if it means being alone, I will make that sacrifice.” Your heart breaks at the pained look in Azriel's eyes, but you turn away and face Rhysand, determined to stay strong. “I can leave this afternoon.”

Rhysand nods solemnly at you. “Only until we can find a solution or ensure your walls are impenetrable. Until then, I will come visit you and work on strengthening your defenses, finding any weaknesses.”

The room falls into a suffocating silence. Nesta's hand tightens in yours, her tears cascading down her cheeks like the glittering jewels of a shattered crown. Her chest rises and falls with each shaky breath, her body trembling with grief. You can feel the weight of her pain as if it were your own. As you sit with your family, trying to push back the looming questions of how long you will be away and how much of Nesta's pregnancy you may miss, a sense of guilt gnaws at your gut. You know that inside, Nesta is mourning the loss of your steadying presence through this whole ordeal. Lucien refuses to meet your gaze, his shoulders slumped as though he bears the weight of his family's actions.

And then there is Azriel... the sweet, broken male who holds your heart in his hands. His once composed expression now shattered, his hazel eyes a storm of emotion as he begs for you to stay, to fight for your love. But you know deep down that this sacrifice is necessary. You've already lost too many loved ones and the thought of losing him, the one who has held you through all the nightmares and pieced together your shattered soul, is unbearable.

You can feel his fingers trembling against yours, silently pleading for you to look at him. The warmth of his skin sends a rush of memories flooding through you - the late nights spent wrapped in each other's arms, the whispered promises of forever, the shared laughter and tears. But you can't bring yourself to do it, knowing that one glance into those hazel eyes will break your resolve. You refuse to let the tears fall, to show any weakness.

But for now, keeping him away means keeping him safe. And even though it feels like your heart is being torn apart with every step that separates you from him, you are willing to endure the searing pain of losing him for a moment in order to protect him from a lifetime without his love and presence by your side. You will stay away from him, feeling the weight of his absence like a physical ache in your chest, all in the hopes that the delicate babe you see in your dreams, with eyes just like his and tiny wings that flutter with promise, may someday be born into a world where they can thrive and grow strong. You will stay away so that the declaration of your love to one another will not simply fade into a distant memory, but will be nourished and allowed to flourish. You will stay away, making sacrifices for the sake of living, not just surviving, as Azriel has pleaded with you before. You will live, clinging desperately to the hope that one day, when the time is right, you can finally be reunited with the one who holds your heart in his hands.

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Removing the Carriage Rails & Ribbon Vibrator Assembly

In preparation for this major surgery on the Oliver 9, I reviewed a couple of videos posted by the YouTube Channel, The Vintage Type. The two-part video on Taking apart an Oliver 6 for cleaning was helpful, to say the least. I don't think that I would have had the slightest clue on what to do without these videos. Make sure to pay a visit.

Tools Used

There are a few different types of fasteners, so using the right tool for the job is important. I will work on creating a F.A.Q. page to cover that answer. For this removal, I used the following tools:

Screwdriver set with many bits sizes (Weaver Gunsmith Multi-Bit Tool Kit)

Slotted Screw-Holding Screwdriver for screw removal

1/4" wrench (from a DURATECH Midget Wrench set)

12" long flathead screwdriver

Soft Metal

These older machines can have soft metal screws and nuts, making it easy to strip or break them. I tackled each of the machine's screws and bolts as a different problem to solve.

The Checklist

The carriage rails and ribbon vibrator assembly took about an hour to remove. It comes off as one piece and requires a handful of fasteners to be removed first. Here's a quick rundown on what needed to be done to separate the assemblage from the base of the typewriter, in no particular order:

Remove Tail-Rod Covers. There are two. One outer bulbous cover that is painted green (missing on my machine), and the small bow-tie like metal cover over the tail-rod. Two screws will be removed.

Unfasten Bell Hammer. One screw (with washer).

Remove Brackets on either side, below the Front Carriage Rail. (Two screws each)

Remove Left-Hand Marginal Stop. (Two screws)

Detach Back-Space Lever at elbow. (One screw & arm)

Detach LEFT Key Arm under Vibrator. (One screw.)

Detach the Escape Lever Slotted Link. (One nut & washer)

Detach Vibrator Assemblage. (slide off of joint)

Let's do it!

1

Removing the Tail-Rod Cover

I am missing the green bulbous outer cover. The inner cover sits over the end (left) of the Tail-Rod. The two screws on either side are removed; the screw in the middle untouched.

2

Unfastening Bell Hammer

There is one screw (with washer) holding the Bell Hammer to the base.

3

Removing the Brackets

These are found below each end of the Front Carriage Rail, above the Oliver's "horns." Two screws on each bracket. They are undistinguishable from one another except for an "R" stamped on the right clamp.

4

Remove Left-Hand Marginal Stop

First, the screw at the end of the bar needs to be removed. Then, the screw holding this piece onto the bar needs to be loosened/removed. Once the screw is removed on the far right (near the Spring Barrel), the piece can be slid off the end of the bar.

5

Detach Back-Space Lever at elbow. (One screw & arm).

After unscrewing the elbow screw (left in image below), the arm (center) can be removed. It hinges out from where it is attached below the ribbon vibrator (right).

6

Detach LEFT key arm under Vibrator

A long arm emerges from below and attaches at the "LEFT" key arm. The 12" screwdriver worked well at approaching the screw facing the left.

After applying cautious strength with the long screwdriver, the seal cracked and the screw could be removed. I switched to a slotted screw-holding screwdriver to finish the job. This was yet another type of screw to carefully catalog and store away during the renovation.

7

Detach the Escape Lever Slotted Link

I attempted to first remove this bolt from the left with a screwdriver. (I'm pointing at it with a 1/4" wrench, but it not used here.) It appeared that the middle nut was frozen on the bolt.

Instead, I removed the nut on the right (which includes a washer).

Because I wasn't able to remove the bolt, I had to force the arm until the end of the bolt cleared the vertical frame bar. Didn't feel too good about that, but I don't think I caused any damage to the arm or the end of the bolt. Later, I'll try using penetrating oil.

8

Detaching the Vibrator Assemblage

Finally, the last step: an arm needs to be pushed off of a connection, accessed between the type bars. In the photo, my finger is resting on the arm. A 12" screwdriver was used to wedge it off to the right.

Huzzah! The beast has been removed.

Here's a short inspection of the piece.

Bonus step: I took off these two hinges off of the assembly for cleaning, one on either side of the carriage. Similar to the brackets, the right hinge is identified by an "R" stamped on the arm.

With each piece and it's accompanying screw, washer, or nut removed, it was important to keep everything organized. I documented each step with photos, occasional video, and a notation or sketch. I need this information for when all of this needs to go back on the typewriter.

See you next time. Next up... cleaning!

And hey - I'm now on Instagram!

[dirtanddecadence]

Going to continue this week with some more of the *desert worship* pieces I have ready to go, as I work on customs behind the scene! Like this multi use stunner… ✨ The Beware the Hawk Ring/Bandana Slide ✨ This Bandana Slide/Ring combo is just that, a combination of multiple metals, with a mixed stone. The bulk of the pendant is made of sterling silver, with a giant solid copper Hawk Talon edging an exquisite stone - a combination bronze, abalone, and obsidian. The stone is cradled in a sterling silver rope chain and much hand stamped decoration. The band on the reverse side, a double half round band, with stamping details, in brass. Truly one of a kind in every way. Pictured here on my @spellofflowers botanical silk ✨ It is a ring size 5 1/2 💛 https://www.instagram.com/p/Cl4MtSsOLD9/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[likemachinery]

Types of Metal Stamping

Types of Metal Stamping

Types of Metal Stamping There are three major types of metal stamping techniques: progressive, fourslide and deep draw. Progressive Die Stamping Progressive die stamping features a number of stations, each with a unique function. First, strip metal is feds through a progressive stamping press. The strip unrolls steadily from a coil and into the die press, where each station in the tool then…

[19red]

no.18 1988 ♥️♥️♥️

Thank you so much for asking, anon! I had a lot of fun writing this!!

#18. smile kisses, two dorky grins pressing together  / read on ao3

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Before the door slams closed behind him, Patrick is already wrestling with his coat. “I had an epiphany,” he yells to Jonny’s empty foyer, tugging on his left sleeve and toeing off his shoes simultaneously—stumbling—catching himself against the wall. Almost succeeding in spraining both a wrist and an ankle. “Did you hear me?” he yells again, grateful Jonny didn’t witness that.

“The key is for emergencies only.”

“I said,” Patrick follows the voice to the kitchen, “I had an epiphany.”

Jonny is standing shirtless by the fridge, head tipped back, throat muscles working as they pump down gulp after gulp of water. Some of the liquid drips disgustingly across Jonny’s chin and down his gross sweaty chest.

“Were you working out?” Patrick asks, somehow in equal measure surprised and not. “It’s 10 pm, you monster.”

“And?”

Patrick hops on the island, socked feet dangling in the air, and makes grabby hands for a beer.

“That’s not for sitting,” Jonny complains like clockwork but he sticks his head in the fridge and bends to grab a can, thus subjecting Patrick to the frankly unholy sight of his perspiration-soaked shorts clinging to his frankly unholy glutes.

“Let’s go back to my epiphany,” Patrick says.

“Okay.” Jonny chucks the beer at him, then leans back against the closed fridge, thick forearms crossed over his perfect, suckable nipples.

“Come on, asshole. Ask me.”

“Did learning your first multi-syllabic word hurt your brain very much?”

“First of all, fuck you,” Patrick says, flicking the side of the can a couple of times before cracking it open at arm's length so the overflow spills onto Jonny’s floor. “Asshole has two syllables.”

“Fuck you,” Jonny says because he can’t abide being wrong nor mess that isn’t expressly of his own creation.

Patrick takes a swig and flaunts his dimples. “That’s my epiphany exactly.”

“What?”

“I was on a date and--”

“Yeah,” Jonny pushes off the fridge. “I know that,” he says in his bitchiest monotone, stepping right into the pool of spilled beer as he muscles Patrick’s knees apart with his hips. He puts his scorching hot hands on top of Patrick’s thighs. Up close, his body radiates heat in unrelenting waves and nasty wafts of sweat that make Patrick’s dick, the fucking weirdo, perk up in red-hot interest.

Patrick flexes his fingers around the cool damp metal of the can. “You reek, by the way.”

He catches a flash of a smug smile before Jonny’s face dips out of his field of vision and Jonny’s nose digs into the crook of his neck.

“You smell good.” Jonny takes a nice deep breath and Patrick’s skin pebbles.

“I was on a date.”

An overdramatic groan makes Patrick shiver, head to toe. Jonny thumps his forehead against Patrick’s shoulder and just—slumps. What a fucking baby.

“She was hot,” Patrick starts, “and--”

“I don’t wanna know about your date.”

“No—shit. N-no, you d—ah. You do,” he stutters. This conversation would flow so much easier if Jonny weren’t mouthing wetly at the side of Patrick’s neck while dripping his mind-drugging sex pheromones all over Patrick’s favorite shirt. Mastering speech is damn hard when half of your brainpower is busy wrestling the horny into submission. No scooting closer to Jonny to rub your hard-on against his firm slick stomach. That’s a bad idea. Bad!

“You want to know,” Patrick croaks. He squirms around to dislodge Jonny’s mouth and receives a stinging bite for his effort. “Listen,” Patrick fists a hand in the damp hair at Jonny’s nape and pulls. Once it’s clear Jonny, stubborn fucking bastard, isn’t going to yield, Patrick crosses his ankles to trap him in the space between his legs before stamping the cold beer can right into his abs.

Jonny jolts back with an embarrassingly chirpable shriek and glares.

“She was hot and like, great tits,” Patrick goes on as nothing happened, “but you never know with chicks, yeah?”

Jonny glares harder.

“Right.” Patrick drains the whole beer then sets the can aside. He wipes his mouth on the back of his hand. Swallows up a burp because, even though Jonny would totally deserve to be slapped right in the scowl with a cloud of Patrick’s stinky fermented breath, nobody ever belches in romance novels. “What I’m saying is, like. Are they gonna put out? I kept thinking about you. You always put out. Easiest laid ever.”

“Fuck you,” Jonny grumbles, but his hands are feeling up Patrick’s thighs—squeezing, stroking, squeezing harder.

“Yeah,” Patrick circles his fingers around Jonny’s strong wrists. He can feel Jonny’s heart hammering steadily against his pads. “You’re always up for it. It’s a positive. It made me think.”

“And now you have a headache. Is that the emergency? No aspirin at your place?”

Patrick rolls his eyes and wraps his legs tighter around Jonny, pulls him closer, closer, closer. He slides his hands to Jonny’s waist. “I’m trying to--” a frustrated gargle noise escapes his throat. He wishes there was more alcohol in his system. “I’m serious. I want someone to touch my dick and like. You can do that. You’re good at it. Like, I mean. Almost half decent.”

“Yeah, I’m easy. We’ve established that.”

“I mean I want you to be the only one that touches me—my dick,” Patrick hurriedly corrects, feeling like the earth cracked open and Satan themself spurted from the blazing depths of hell just to drag their blistering tongue all across the entire length of Patrick’svery flammable human body.“Besides myself obviously. I’m still going to jack off.” He’s fairly certain his face is on fire. “And maybe it could go, like. Both ways.”

Jonny blinks, processing. Big doe eyes somehow at once dumb and piercing. “You wanna be the only one that touches my dick?”

“It makes sense,” Patrick nods, feeling a little sick.

“I’m just trying to—“ Jonny frowns—then, suddenly, his mouth twitches at the corners. He clamps it tight. “Shit,” he says as he loses the battle to keep a neutral expression to a smize of such twinkling glory, Patrick’s tempted to proclaim him Canada’s next top model then and there. “Are you asking me to be your boyfriend?”

“No. I mean. I don’t know.” Patrick bites his bottom lip then runs his tongue over the sting, tasting the anticipation. He’s pretty sure he’s making Tyra proud too. “If you want to, I guess.”

“It’d be convenient.”

Patrick slides his fingers past the elastic of Jonny’s shorts and yanks their bodies flush via two full handfuls of the most glorious ass in the NHL. Patrick’s dick twitches hallelujah.“That’s what I’ve been saying.”

“Wow,” Jonny’s voice drops to a killer rumble as he cups Patrick’s face. His right thumb rests just at the corner of Patrick’s mouth. Patrick thinks about licking it—and does. Just a quick teasing dart of the tongue. Jonny’s eyes go black and hot. “Looks and brains. I’m impressed.”

Their faces inch closer. “Are you calling me hot?”

“No,” Jonny lies badly, nudging his nose against the side of Patrick’s own. Patrick beams so big he feels the stretch in his lips, like he’s giving happiness’ huge monster cock the blowjob of a lifetime or something.“You think I’m hot.”

“Stop smiling, I’m trying to kiss you,” Jonny squishes Patrick’s cheeks between his giant palms in an effort to downscale Patrick’s face-splitting grin to a kissable size.

“You stop smiling.”

“You’re so annoying.”

“Shut up,” Patrick says right against Jonny’s mouth. “You love me.”

“Yes.”

Patrick’s stomach does a backflip. Jonny is probably already sex-dazed, babbling nonsense. “Yes?” Patrick asks, aiming for teasing but landing on pathetic. A fucking lovesick fool, all needy and shit.

“Yes,” Jonny says. He sounds lucid enough. Patrick’s stomach backflips again. “Yeah. Pat, Peeks, baby—yes.” Jonny drops little pecks on his lips, his jaw, his chin—his lips again. For each one he keeps whispering yes and baby and Patrick’s name and—

“Fuck,” Patrick breathes. Jonny uses the word like a door, pushing his tongue into Patrick’s eager, welcoming mouth. The feeling aches and swells swells swells in Patrick’s chest. After a moment, he pulls back. He needs to tell Jonny, wants him to know—“You’re annoying too. Like, the most annoying.”

“The most?”

Patrick licks the scar on Jonny’s bottom lip and hums.

“So rude,” Jonny scolds. “Fuck you.”

“Could be arranged for sure.”

[flamingfoundry]

Everything about Zinc Casting Metals

Process of Die Casting with Zinc Alloys

In die casting Zinc, alloys have been successfully used from long or rolled for mounting on roofs and facades. Modern die casting is one such process that adds to the fact that zinc can be used in many areas of our lives. New applications become possible again and again because of this zinc alloys die casting technology. Wherever high stability and high quantities are required they are in demand. Along with this the corresponding products often look beautiful.

Precise surface structures can also be integrated during the casting process providing the appearance of an extraordinary effect. For surface finishing processes such as galvanic coating zinc die casting offers excellent conditions.

Few properties because of which zinc is quite suitable for die casting:

Good     casting properties: Provides highest tolerances of the raw casting (up to     approx. IT 8), excellent flow behavior (thin-wall casting), electrical and     electromagnetic shielding.

Mechanical     material properties (for ZP0410 e.g. tensile strength 300-340 MPa, yield     strength (0.2 %) 290-330MPa, modulus of elasticity 85 GPa)

High     economic efficiency: It is because of near-net-shape production, very     short cycle times, low melting temperature (380-390 °C), minimum draft     angles, and long mold service life

Provides     excellent conditions for surface finishing in zinc alloys die casting factory

It is     100% recyclable

Characteristics of Zinc alloy:

Gives     excellent corrosion resistance

It has     the ability to cold form, which eases joining

Excellent     electrical conductivity

Raw     material cost is low

High     dimensional accuracy and stability

Hardness     and High strength

Good     thin wall capability

Provides     High-quality finishing characteristics

You will find many solutions because of Zinc’s high strength and hardness and pressed, stamped, machined, and fabricated components it’s the ideal alternative.

Applications for Zinc:

For a broad range of consumer electronic devices, our proprietary multi-slide die casting process and superior thin-wall capabilities make us the foremost supplier of zinc components.

For the creation of the multi-faceted, highly complex shapes used in the automotive safety and electronics industry the castability of zinc, its wear resistance, and structural integrity make it a perfect choice and are even used by zinc alloys die casting supplier.

Excellent electrical performance and shielding properties are offered by complex net-shaped zinc housings, with precise thin walls.

Main source: https://flamingfoundry.wordpress.com/

[kipperclothiers]

For Shorter Men & Women Who Like Menswear: Our Guide to Small-Size Shoes

While you can wear a suit with sneakers in some instances, situations like a job interview, wedding, or client presentation call for a polished, more traditional appearance. For the average male – roughly 5 ft., 9 in. and around 170 lbs. – finding a dress shoe isn’t a challenge. You stop at the mall, browse online, or, if you’re cash strapped, hunt down an un-scuffed pair at your local consignment shop. In all cases, you expect to find something in your size.

But, what if you’re under 5 ft., 6 in.? Or, you have small feet that feel loose in a size 6? Or, you’re a smaller-sized female with a penchant for actual menswear styles – and those menswear-inspired ones feel too frilly? Unfortunately, you’re stuck: Too small for adult sizes, wanting to avoid anything traditionally feminine, and too large for the kids’ department, you’re in that grey zone where, frankly, nothing fits.

So, what do you do? Suit up and wear all-black Converse high-tops, hoping no one notices? Suck it up and look for a kids’ shoe that’s not-quite-so childish? Or, do you relent, and compromise with a jaunt through the women’s section? The answer is – none of these. We’re here to tell you that, yes, you can find shoes in your size, without compromising your personal style.

Unsure about your foot’s exact measurements? Start with this measuring guide before you shop around.

Our focus here is primarily dress shoes – or whatever you can wear with a suit. On the other hand, if you’re in the grey zone, your shoe collection is – to excuse the pun – fairly small. Maybe two or three pairs, if you’re lucky.

Where do you begin for everyday wear? In this case, any unisex brand is best. Think skate shoes by Vans, low- and high-tops in neutral shades from Converse, Dr. Martens’ boots, and styles from Palladium. For “comfort” shoes, Oofos goes under a size 6, while Clarks hits right at this line.

And, if you see no shame in everyday athleisure, Nike makes men’s sneakers down to a size 4, as does New Balance.

Shopping Online

On the department store end, Nordstrom is frequently cited as a place to find smaller-size men’s dress shoes. Of the brands you’ll find below shortly, Grenson and Saint Laurent are available through their online store. Yet, in terms of variety, you can’t beat Zappos. Although their selection of men’s 4 and 4.5 sizes yields mostly casual options, you’ll find an occasional gem: For instance, a pair of Y-3s or a set of Wolverine Heritage boots.

For dress shoes, though, you’ve got to look past the predictable choices. For instance, Stravers – the Amsterdam-based retailer with a world-renowned brick-and-mortar store – prides itself on going to extremes. More specifically, a customer will find more than a smattering of both big-and-tall and small sizes. For the latter, your selection runs typical – think brogues, lace-up ankle boots, and oxfords in brown, tan, and black hues – and less so, with patent leather and blue alligator skin being some of the standouts.

For more technical styles, there’s BootBay.com. Born in east Tennessee in the early ‘80s, it’s another sought-after small-size retailer, with a product selection primarily covering work, hiking, and casual boots. While it’s not directly dress-shoe oriented, we all need a sturdy pair to get through the winter. As such, here you’ll find slip-resistant, moisture-wicking, and cushioned options.

Florsheim

Yes, they’ve garnered a reputation as your parents’ (and even grandparents’) shoe store, but this Chicago-originating brand has stuck around for a few reasons. One, you’ll have no trouble getting your basics – oxfords, brogues, chukka boots, and monk strap styles, with the occasional cap or wingtip detail – but its stores continue to stock more fashion-forward fare.

Case in point, at the start of the menswear craze, they partnered with Duckie Brown in 2010 to revamp some of their classic silhouettes, and five years later, they collaborated with George Esquivel on a California-influenced collection. Then, two years ago, they introduced a vintage collection, offering modern takes on their original line.

Recommendations

Richfield Moc Toe Strap Loafer ($100): All-around smooth, except for the slightly angular toe and braided detail, these loafers embody classic simplicity. Pair them with a full suit or chinos and a blazer, and in either instance, their versatile, lightly cushioned design takes you everywhere.

Como Moc Toe Strap Loafer ($110): With a name alluding to Italian construction, this hand-stitched, kidskin loafer is all about the details, from the top strap and burnishing to rich yet not overbearing burgundy undertones.

Grenson

Menswear has been on a heritage kick, and Grenson fits right in. Although sizing ends at a men’s size 6, their traditional handmade designs make your search worth it. Plus, they’re one brand with a decent women’s selection featuring some unisex-leaning designs. Added to this, their versatility and quality construction mean that whatever you choose – Chelsea and lace-up boots to oxfords, in suede or leather – will last – and last and last. If you’re thinking about building your wardrobe basics, start right here. As a note, U.K. sizing is used for all styles. Reference the brand’s conversion chart to select your size.

Recommendations

Ella Boots (Women’s, $345): Excluding summer’s hotter days, the dress boot delivers the prime combination of style and coverage. Grenson’s Ella cuts out those subtle feminine details, delivering a sturdy wingtip brogue made out of black calfskin leather that’s a sure match for your suit yet is still edgy enough for a pair of jeans.

Dylan Oxford Brogues (Men’s, $330): This traditional hand-painted leather oxford features a tan stain on top of its natural base color for a richer, multi-layered appearance. Best for matching with lighter-colored suits, its wing-tip design uses a slightly longer last than previous versions.

Paul Smith

You’ll recognize this British-based brand from Fashion Week presentations. And, much like the clothing we spotted recently, designs go either way – all while still feeling traditional. Whether you’re sporting navy or a multicolored oversized suit, pair it with brogues, loafers, lace-up, or Chelsea boots, in standard leather or nubuck. As a note, the brand uses European sizing for all styles.

Recommendations

Munro Brogues (Women’s, $495): The hybrid dress shoe – leather upper with a sneaker-like sole unit – frequently looks cheap and awkward, but Paul Smith’s Munro hits the sweet spot with vegetable-tanned leather, wingtip details, and a flexible sole with extra padding by the ball.

Gerald Chelsea Boots (Men’s, $340): Now, this is how a Chelsea boot should be: Smooth all around, from the material to the almond toe, with a fit that easily slides on. It’s ready for your suit and also adds that sophisticated rocker touch to denim and patterned pants.

Frye

Another American-based brand, Frye hasn’t quite reached heritage status, but their sheer variety – including women’s and men’s styles – definitely impresses us. Pretty much, if you’re looking to build a basic shoe collection from the ground up, you’ll come across oxfords and lace-up boots, as well as a decent, non-statement-making pair of sneakers.

Recommendations

Western Chelsea Boots (Women’s, $358): Not every dress shoe has to be super-traditional, and this music-inspired style – part of a brand collaboration with Cage the Elephant’s Matt Shultz – blends a Chelsea height and Italian leather with cowboy boot elements, like a pitched heel and stitching details.

Grady Jodhpur Boots (Men’s, $398): The jodhpur boot rarely gets enough love from the dress shoe world, we have to admit. Frye’s take definitely leans more toward casual, with its distressed, matte-finished suede and thinner, strap-accented silhouette. It presents a more laid-back version of the Chelsea boot that flows seamlessly from dressier fare to denim.

G.H. Bass & Co.

While you likely associate G.H. Bass & Co. with plaid button-ups and fleece, it’s an American heritage brand in its own right – the maker of the original penny loafer. Although, in a modern setting, the style’s a bit preppy, it’s one of those staples that’s a natural match for your chinos in a pinch. Slip on something smart casual in a range of colors and materials.

Recommendations

Whitney Mirror Metallic Weejuns (Women’s, $120): Traditional construction – a “penny slot,” stitched moc toe, and a slip-on silhouette – meet up with modern statement elements. The result bridges dressy-casual territory with red carpet-worthy style that works with your suit and pretty much the rest of your wardrobe.

Lincoln Lizard Weejuns (Men’s, $120): As another statement shoe, the Lincoln Lizard brings that oomph with lizard stamp burnished crust leather and a chain detail across the top. It’s one of those styles that manages to be current yet classic and formal without feeling overly traditional.

Saint Laurent

While Hedi Slimane’s since left for Celine, his mod rocker-influenced looks left an impression on this seminal French brand. As such, while critics have been mixed on Slimane’s vision for Celine, they can’t deny he ushered in a new era for Saint Laurent – one of thinner, more androgynous silhouettes that are ready for the boardroom yet have enough punch for an all-nighter in New York. And, as a bonus, you’ll find men’s casual and dress options down to a size 5.

Recommendations

Miles Boots (Men’s and Women’s, $1,195): This unisex-styled boot precisely embodies the post-Slimane Saint Laurent brand, from its thin profile and carefully chosen buckle detail to its clean lines and light hand-distressing.

Laced Army Boots in Kangaroo-Look Leather (Men’s, $1,095): A slightly matte and smooth lace-up upper and a low heel give these boots a light dash of military style. Yet, if you’re going to spend top-dollar on a pair of dress boots, they should also grant you the most mileage, and that’s precisely what this style does, matching everything from intricate printed suits to skinny jeans.

Church’s

Luxury, high-fashion brands aside, this is your apex. High-quality traditional designs – with the occasional trendy piece, like a military-influenced or two-tone boot – define the “cost per wear” concept. You’ll find all the usual suspects – brogues, oxfords, derbies, monk straps, and a range of boot silhouettes – in versatile shades of tan, brown, and black, complete with details in key places. While this English-based brand originally started as a family business, expansion resulted in brick-and-mortar stores throughout Europe, plus a partnership with Prada. In the U.S., you can find them through Saks, as well as through other luxury retailers like Mr. Porter and Farfetch. 

Recommendations

Westerham Oxford (Men’s, $560): It’s quite literally the smoothest oxford you’ll find around, from the blind eyelets to the finished calf leather. Goodyear construction ensures it’ll give you more than a few years’ use, while the cap toe adds an elegant yet neutral finish.

Bessy Buckle Chelsea Boot (Women’s, $814): Masculine and feminine elements fluidly merge in what feels like a true either-or boot. A block heel and buckle strap give it a touch of flair, while the mid-height and finished calf leather elevate it above the typical fashion boot.

Sutro Footwear

Based in San Francisco, Sutro has strived to create a reasonably priced shoe that you’ll wear frequently and that also uses a smaller carbon footprint. To do this, the company works with artisans in Mexico to craft each pair, while the leather, from free-range, U.S.-based cattle, is tanned without chemicals. Instead, natural oils and creams bring out the material’s beauty and highlight its individuality.

Within this approach, craftsmanship remains paramount. Shoes – men’s and women’s styles, with some unisex silhouettes tucked away – are constructed out of full-grain premium leathers, with minimal finishing. For this reason, styles appear simple – lace-up and Chelsea boots, oxfords, and a handful of heeled styles – yet are made to hold up to everyday wear.

Recommendations

Vermont Boots (Unisex, $218): At a glance, can you tell this is a “comfort” shoe? From the leather to the stacked outsole, it deceptively looks like any other dress boot. Yet, this unisex shoe based on Sutro’s best-selling Alder has a few tricks up its sleeve: Mainly, ultra-sturdy Goodyear Welt construction and rubber placed at key pressure points for extra support.

Mendelle Lace-Up Boots (Women’s, $188): Utilitarian details characterize many of Sutro’s styles, and here, the taller height, seven-eyelet front, and smooth, rounded toe give off subtle workwear vibes. Yet, ultra-rugged and clunky, they’re not, and that burnished, straightforward upper makes for a solid, three-season dress boot.

Shoepassion

Don’t be put off by the name. We know it seems like a cheesy, fast-footwear ecommerce site, but behind it is handcrafted, meticulous production and some of the finest materials you’ll find around. Designed in Berlin and manufactured in Spain, this brand utilizes Goodyear-welted construction – known for superior strength in work boots – and breathable, French-tanned leathers. Although far from inexpensive, the price justifies itself: For men’s and menswear-styled women’s shoes, the durability and versatile silhouettes are meant to last you years.

N° 5225 Oxfords (Men’s, $385): It’s all in the color. Warm, almost fiery brandy tones – created through a vegetable tanning process – pop without seeming overpowering. A hand finish, applied to soft calf leather, gives it a gradient effect and elegant shine.

N° 275 (Women’s, $465): While these could’ve been an ordinary dress boots, the wing tips and other details reminiscent of a British derby certainly elevate it. Yet, there’s still something rugged about it: Beyond just the Goodyear-welt construction, a taller height, slightly lugged outsole, and seven pairs of eyelets, although decorative, have an old-school work boot vibe.

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Here at Kipper, we know a suit’s not complete without the right accessories. If, as a person with smaller-size feet, you’ve come across another high-quality shoe brand, tell us about it on our social channels!

[nagualmetal]

Time to Replace the Old Lathes & Get Technologically Advanced

Introduction:

NagualMetal is an experienced Precision Manufacturer specializing in precision tooling, automated manufacturing equipment, and prototypes requiring close tolerance; providers of good quality CNC lathe in China and Sheet Metal in China which has many advantages.

Body:

In view of innovative progression, CNC machines are quickly supplanting a part of the more settled and all the more customarily use production machines, for instance, the multi-axle machine. CNC lathe in China has many advantages. They can be successfully set up and worked. They offer titanic repeatability, along with production accuracy. Machining accuracy: IT6 level, such as the 10mm dimensions, tolerances can be done 0.009mm, 20mm size tolerances can be 0.013mm

Maximum size of Precision parts suit to CNC machining:

§  Lathe parts (turning parts, such as axes, coupling, bushing, thread rod, etc.) following the outer diameter of 300mm, length less than 150mm

§  Milling parts (box, cylinder, etc.) 800mm long, 330mm wide, 120mm high

Precision parts by CNC lathe in China:

§  Aluminum alloy series: all aluminum and aluminum alloy (ASTM Grade from 1050-7475), commonly used are: 2011,5052,6061,7075, etc.

§  Copper Alloy Series: all copper and copper alloy, copper, copper, brass, bronze, phosphor (the ASTM grades from C11000 to C38000), commonly used: C11000, C22000, C26000

§  Stainless Steel Series: all the basic machining stainless steel, the ASTM grades (JIS grade corresponds to the basic, together with the SUS can): 201,301,303,304,314,316,420,430,630

CNC machines are designed in different ways, in view of the manufacturer producing the machine. But, most have some similarities in their composition. A turret is a part of the machine that holds the tool holders and records them as required. The shaft is intended to hold the work piece. Likewise, there are slides that enable the turret to move in various tomahawks in the meantime. CNC machines are commonly totally encased for health and security reasons of any administrators display.

The Sheet Metal in China is another important product as it is used as a part of airplane fuselages and wings, vehicle and truck bodies, rooftops for buildings, for medical tablets and many other different applications. Sheet metal is made of iron and other materials which have high magnetic permeability that is why it is otherwise known as laminated steel cores and has applications in transformers and electric machines. 

Some of the CNC sheet metal services include:

§  CNC turret punching 

§  Laser cutting 

§  Guillotining 

§  CNC Folding and Bending 

§  Metal Rolling 

§  Band Sawing 

§  Tube Bending 

§  Product Assembly

Author’s bio:

Find good quality CNC lathe in China and Sheet Metal in China. NPM Limited is a leading enterprise specialized in metal stamping, auto-turning and C.N.C. turning operations.

[processinges-blog]

The mold design task book is proposed by the plastic parts craftsman according

According to the specific requirements and functions of the whole product of plastic products, which kind of external quality and specific size are determined: plastic products with higher appearance quality requirements and lower dimensional accuracy, such as toys; functional plastic products, size requirements Strict; plastic products that require strict appearance and size, such as cameras. If these problems are solved, the structural form of the mold will naturally be solved.04 is 0. The draft angle is directly related to the release and quality of the plastic products, that is, whether the injection can be carried out smoothly during the injection process: the draft angle is sufficient; the slope should be in the form of the part or the part of the molded part of the plastic product. The amount of plastic products produced is far beyond the reach of other molding methods. The number of cavities and their arrangement are determined according to the geometrical features of the plastic parts, the dimensional accuracy requirements, the batch size, the difficulty in mold manufacturing, and the cost of the mold.

Under a small injection pressure, a shorter molding time, a better product than the general injection molding system is injected. When using the gate, To ensure the shedding of the runner, attention should also be paid to the design of the degasser and the nine-gate mechanism of the demister. The economic requirement of production is to make the cost of plastic parts low, the production efficiency is high, the mold can work continuously, the service life is long, and labor is saved. Stamping die - computer panel D. Smooth inflow; 4 gate position should be opened at the thickest part of the plastic part; 5 to avoid the plastic straight into the cavity wall, core or insert when flowing down the cavity, so that the plastic can flow into the cavity as soon as possible, and avoid The core or insert is deformed; 6 try to avoid causing the product to have weld marks, or make the weld mark appear in the unimportant part of the product; 7 the gate position and the plastic inflow direction should be such that the plastic can flow along the cavity when flowing into the cavity The parallel flow of the cavity in a uniform direction facilitates the discharge of gas in the cavity; 8 the gate should be placed on the most easily removed part of the product without affecting the appearance of the product as much as possible. Generally, it depends on the product requirements.

The design is exquisite, diverse, easy to use, and stable and reliable. 2. Compression molding die - Bakelite switch, scientific porcelain dishes D. The hot runner system, also known as the hot runner system, is mainly composed of a hot sprue bush, a hot runner plate, and a temperature-controlled electric box. Thermoforming mold - transparent molded packaging shell G. For example, ABS 0. When continuing to increase the weight of plastic parts, multi-cavity molds are rarely used. Low, so more people use the large nozzle system to work. This system is also called the waterless mouth system, which can save raw materials, is suitable for the case where the raw materials are expensive and the product requirements are high, the design and processing are difficult, and the mold cost is high. Determine whether the molding method uses direct pressure method, casting pressure method or injection method.02 mm or less. The mold design personnel design the mold based on the molded plastic parts task book and the mold design task book. For example, for the injection machine, the following should be understood in terms of specifications: injection capacity, mold clamping pressure, injection pressure, mold mounting size, ejection device and size, nozzle hole diameter and nozzle spherical radius, gate sleeve positioning ring size, The maximum thickness and minimum thickness of the mold, the stroke of the template, etc. Blowing mold - beverage bottle C. General definition of mold: In industrial production, various kinds of presses and special tools mounted on the press are used to produce metal or non-metal materials by pressure to produce parts or products of the desired shape. The shape, position, and mounting location of the heating element of the cooling, heating, and heating cooling grooves are determined. It consists of several sets of parts with a molded cavity. For example, what are the requirements for the appearance, color transparency, and performance of plastic parts, whether the geometrical structure, slope, inserts, etc. (2) Thermal radiation is difficult to control. Die-casting mold - super alloy, cylinder block (2) plastic mold is divided into different according to the production process and production products: A. The choice of gate location should follow the following principles: 1 The gate location should be selected on the parting surface to facilitate the processing and use of the gate. Determine the parting surface. The mouth is directly on the product, so the flow channel does not need to be demoulded. Adaptation; whether it will affect the accuracy of the appearance and wall thickness; whether it will affect the strength of a certain part of the plastic product. proposed in the process task book, whether it can be implemented. The depth of the venting groove varies depending on the plastic, and is basically determined by the maximum allowable gap in which the plastic does not generate a flash. Injection molding process description: Plastic mold is a tool for producing plastic products. (2) Sluice nozzle: The runner and gate are not on the parting line, generally directly on the product, so it is necessary to design a set of nozzle parting lines. Tools are collectively referred to as molds. Our common hot runner systems are available in single-point hot gates and multi-point hot gates. 4.

During injection molding, the mold is clamped on the injection molding machine, the molten plastic is injected into the molding cavity, and is processing of plastic products factory cooled and shaped in the cavity, and then the upper and lower molds are separated, and the product is ejected from the cavity from the cavity through the ejection system, and finally the mold is closed. Wait. The hot runner temperature is equal to the temperature of the injection molding machine nozzle, which avoids the surface condensation of the raw material in the runner and the injection pressure loss is small. (2) The pressure loss is small. Digestion process data, analysis of the requirements of the molding method, equipment model, material specifications, mold structure type, etc. Sluice system. A. The hot runner is re-entered into the cavity, which is suitable for single-cavity multi-point feeding or multi-cavity molds.. (3) Hot runner mold: This type of mold structure is basically the same as the fine water nozzle. (4) The cost of mold manufacturing is increased, and the price of standard accessories for hot runner systems is high, which affects the popularity of hot runner molds. Rotating Molding - Soft Plastic Doll Toys ◆ Injection molding is the most commonly used method in plastic processing. The arrangement of the cooling system and the specific form of the cooling system; the specific location and size of the cooling system; the cooling of key parts such as moving molds or inserts; the cooling of side slides and side cores; the design and cooling standards of cooling components Selection of components; sealing structure design. Digest the plastic parts drawing, understand the use of the parts, analyze the technical requirements of the plastic parts, dimensional accuracy and other technical requirements

[pendesvoyage]

Paint with all the Colors

The coffee cup was white, that much he knew. His fingers were wrapped around it like it was a vaccine to this frigid, winter day. It didn’t do much to soothe his shaking hands or his curiosity. He’d seen the color of this cup almost every day, and he has decided that white wasn’t that stunning of a color. When he reached into his pocket for his wallet, the denim bled dark blue before he pulled out his money and it faded back to grey. The wallet was black now that he was holding it, but now he had to put down his coffee to slip a few bills from the folds, and it turned back to grey as well. The money was a faded green, the barista’s fingertips were mocha colored, and the receipt had red lettering scrawled across the top, but they all turned to grey as soon as he wasn’t touching them anymore.        He used to, when he was younger, go around trying to touch everything in sight. Now, though, he has realized it a bit of a fruitless task. Even if he could hold on to the color of the things he held forever, they wouldn’t be nearly as brilliant as they would be after he met his painter, so aptly named for the way they paint your life with color permanently. From what he’s heard- stories passed down from his parents and grandparents- your painter will crash into your life when you least expect it. One touch, and suddenly the world would be splashed with every shade you could imagine, a Picasso right before your eyes. Not that he’d ever gotten to touch a Picasso so he wouldn’t know.        Waiting was the hardest part. He swore that he’d find his painter in high school. That was when his mom met his dad, when their worlds bled into rainbow. Then, he swore he’d find them in college. Where else would he meet the person of his dreams, the one to spend the rest of his days seeing color with? Two degrees and a stressful job as a marketing analyst later, and he was no closer to knowing what color the sky actually was.        It wasn’t really fair. No one could touch the sky, not even pilots. How was he supposed to know what color it was? Blue, apparently, but what kind of blue? The blue of the swimming pool on Memorial Day. The blue of the Royals jersey his dad got for him when they went on that family trip to the stadium as a kid. The blue of his cousin’s hair when she'd turned seventeen. He felt like he’d never know.        Even the color of his own skin, hair, and eyes were a mystery to him. The universe was a jerk in that regard. You couldn��t know your own true colors until someone came along and painted the picture for you. A bit overly dependent for Garret’s taste, but he was willing to deal with it if he got to see what his mom meant by sort of a goldeny, cream color, baby. It’s very lovely. You don’t even need to worry about tanning.        “Sir?”        Garret’s head popped up from where he’d been staring at the few inches of bronze counter he could see next to his hand. “Sorry, what?”        “There’s a line,” the barista insisted cautiously. Garret looked behind himself to see that, indeed, there was a handful of people waiting for him to get himself together and move out of the way.        “Yeah, um, sorry,” he murmured and grabbed his coffee again. The white blip was the only color in his vision until the cracked wood brown of the door, and then his entire world was back to grey by the time he got to the office, coffee long trashed.        “Good morning, Mr. Plier. You’ve got a meeting with the team from TeachYoung in about fifteen minutes,” his assistant, Beverly, spouted before he could fully step out of the elevator. “Have you eaten breakfast? I left a blueberry muffin on your desk just in case. Here are the reports from the Frizzle study.” Garret was handed a decently sized manila folder that came alive with it’s weird banana pudding coloring.        “Thanks, Bev. No calls until after lunch, okay?”        “Yes, sir. Got it.” Garret gave her a thankful smile and pushed the slick, metal door to his office open and let it sink shut behind him. He shrugged off his light coat, the lapels fizzing green as he did, and went to the wall behind his desk. On it was mounted the only painting he’d ever owned in his life. Art wasn't cheap, actually it was one of the most expensive commodities in the world. They say artwork was a substitute for love to the lonely, that it was cherished cheat of what could be. Garret couldn’t find it in him to care, especially when he ran his fingers across the face of the framed panel and the trickle of colors followed him. The mountains were a faded purple, like the color of a little girl’s Easter dress. He thumbed over the winding river, the exact color of the spring back home that he and his sister used to drink from on hot summer days.        He let the art slip from under his fingers and slunk back to his desk, slumping into the large, stuffed chair. He swiveled around to face the sturdy wood surface, his hands suspended in the air. The choices were to either place them on the desk and see the same chocolate brown he saw every day, or place them on his lap and see his trouser for the dark charcoal grey they were already without touching them. None of it was satisfying. Garret always prided himself as an independent lad, but lately he’d become so desperate to know the whole world that he was tempted to go around touching everyone in the city, which, worst case scenario, would land him in a holding cell for a few hours.        A long time ago, they installed a set of rules on the proper etiquette of touching other people. Not laws exactly, but reason enough to put someone in a secluded room until they got their shit together if they went too far. Some were so desperate to see color that they would slide a hand inside other’s clothing to get that skin on skin contact that was necessary to gain the world unknown to them. Garret had never- but he was considering the insanity of it as of late. He could handle a rest in a jail cell if it meant he found his painter.        There was a knock on the door. “Come in.” After two years, his assistant still seemed skittish in his presence. He was pretty sure it had something to do with the crush she had on him. Unfortunately for her, they’ve touched many times before and…nothing.        “Your nine o’clock is waiting in the small conference room for you.”        “Thanks, Bev.” She nodded and swiftly left while he gathered his preparations from the mess atop his desk, knocking his breakfast muffin aside as he did. He almost slid his fingers along the wall like a child as he walked down the hall, just to see something other than the bland white of the papers in his hand, clipped together by a black piece of metal. He stamped that down and entered the meeting room, the grey scale of faces greeting him in various stages of excitement- that was, from nonplussed to tolerant. “Afremov, ladies and gentlemen," he greeted, "Let’s go ahead and get started.”        The meeting was tedious, to say the least. He’d over prepared and then had to catch everyone else in the room up on the plan. It was like when he tried to explain the rules of football to his sister when they were young. Turned out not to be worth the effort. They scrapped the plan at the end of the meeting, citing confusion, and wanted Garret to steer the research in another direction. Whatever, he was going out for lunch. Had to get out of that office, those same pea green walls that surrounded his daily life.       He brought the car door to life, followed by the seat belt, and then the steering wheel. The radio delivered some top 40’s pop song, and Garret couldn’t tell if it was being sung by a boy or a girl. He drove until the traffic of the city fell away and was replaced by a bland screen of tree after tree. The road turned from a four lane to a two, and he took a side road off to the right. He'd stumbled upon this place one night when he and some friends got high and heard about this really great café that was sure to cure the munchies. Now, he came here when he was antsy, jittery, and needed some place that held colors he wasn’t quite used to seeing every day. Parking just left of the door, he walked up to the diner with a content smile on his face.       “Garret!” The smile spread until he was sure the white of his teeth stood out against the grey of his face.       “Nancy,” he greeted fondly. “How are you?”        The well-rounded, middle-aged woman came around the bar to the hostess stand and took Garret’s hand. He looked down at see the milky white of her fingers wrapped around his. “Give it here,” she encouraged and brought his hand up to her face. The gesture was one of trust, not one extended often to someone you saw less than once a month, but he was glad for it. The rose of her cheeks contrasted with the pale, icy green of her eyes. He took it all in, trying to memorize every detail before she dropped his hand and asked, “Usual?”       Swallowing down the sharp loss at missing the color of her lips, he nodded. “A coffee as well. Lots of-”       “Creamer, I know, love. Take a seat, and I’ll have it right out.” Garret extended his gratitude and wandered over to his usual booth, sliding into the tacky red seat that swiped to life under his palm as he situated himself. He picked up the menu from the end of the table and let his eyes rake over it. One of his favorite things about this place was that the menu was ever-changing, which meant different pictures every time he came. Currently, they had a bright green slice of key lime on the back. He brushed his fingers over the lunch choices, a multi-layered pile of nachos pulsing with a myriad of colors under his fingertips.      “Alright, babe. The usual.” She set down a plate of chicken-fried steak with mash potatoes and corn on the cob. The coffee splashed over the edge of the mug, onto the saucer, and trickled a transparent mud over his fingers when he reached out to settle it. “Oops, sorry, love. Napkins for ya.” She reached in her apron and pulled out some extra ones, but Garret was slow to clean up the mess, loving the reprieve of color that would last as long as it stayed on his skin.       “No problem, Nancy. Thank you.” He went right in on his food, the fork and knife a shiny, scratched silver. He was a grown ass man, and he knew better than to play with his food, but if his fingers slipped lower on his silverware and swiped across the tops of his lunch, just for a glimpse, then so be it. The gravy was that brothy brown and the corn was grilled, black on the edge of some of the kernels. He licked the remnants off his finger, letting himself enjoy that one small act of indulgence.      “Nance!” The door to the small café opened with a bang, the windows rattling. Garret turned to see a thin man with dark grey hair (brunet, at least; black hair, maybe) dressed in clothing too heavy for this breezy, fall day: zipped up leather jacket, gloves, beanie. He was panting and looking around wildly for the said hostess. When she peaked around the corner of the kitchen, the man breathed out a sigh of relief and rushed to her. “Nance, help me. They’re coming.” Slightly sketchy. Garret wasn’t averse to a little adventure, but that did not sound like his type of fun.      “Honey, Marcus, slow down. What did you do?”       The man scoffed. “Why is it always me that-” He broke off when Nancy raised a knowing brow. “Right, well. I might have…stolen a little something from Mariposa’s warehouse. “Marcus!”      “A tiny something. I didn’t even think they’d notice.” Nancy slapped him across the chest and scolded, “You’ll get yourself killed one day, and for what? Huh, what was it?”       The new stranger shifted his eyes guilty around the room while he unzipped his jacket and pulled out a small framed artwork of some sort, Garret couldn’t really see from his seat. “It’s beautiful right? Tell me it’s beautiful, or I stole it for nothing.”       The older woman sighed and looked up from the art to the nervous man’s face. “It’s lovely, Marcus.” He breathed out in relief. “But,” she emphasized, “you stole it. And I’m not having stolen merch in my diner. You’ve got to go.” As she started pushing him towards the door, Marcus pleaded with her.       “No, please, Nancy. Just let me hide out here for a few hours. I just need to let them calm down a bit, so they’re not so let’s find him and skin him alive when I see them again.”       Nancy’s jaw was set, eyes stern. “No way. I’ve got a business to run, and you’re disrupting my customers.” Like he’d just been reminded of where he'd ran to for cover, he looked around the eatery and scanned over the half dozen patrons that were staring at him with everything from distaste to disbelief.        He nodded to a young lady with a high bun. “Hey, Stella.”        She rolled her eyes. “Get out, Marcus.”        The thief sighed like her greeting taxed him in some personal way. “Listen, Nance-” he tried, turning back to the woman, but she cut him off.        “I want you out in ten seconds or I call the cops.”        Garret nearly stood up at that. He felt the need to tug the man further from the door, push him under a table, and reason with Nancy to give him a chance. He was a thief, but he just wanted to hold a piece of beauty in his hands for a little bit. Garret could understand that. Just when he was about to protest Nancy’s decisive action, a company of rumbling trucks plowed through the parking lots and idled in front of the glass windows of the café.        “Oh, shit,” the thin man cursed and ducked behind the nearest booth. He tucked the painting back into his jacket, safely zipping it into place. “Pretend I’m not here,” he urged as he crept backwards, further into the diner.        “Marcus Leland, get your butt out here now,” Nancy ordered, but he shook his head frantically. He kept slowly moving backwards until his back hit an obstacle and he startled, hand flailing out to catch himself and instead caught someone else’s hand that kept him from landing on his butt. He looked up to see Garret’s worried face hovering over him.        “What’s up?” the criminal asked casually.        “Um, not your luck,” Garret answered without thinking, but the other man just laughed easily and nodded.        “Too true. Hey, uh,” he shimmied under the table and tipped his head out to talk, “would you mind not mentioning I’m under here?”        Garret’s eyebrows furrowed as he shrugged. “I guess, yeah.”        “Thanks, man. Really.” Marcus curled up into a ball and settled in, and Garret sat back up to look behind him to the door as a small gang of men in well-fitting suits entered the diner like they had something to prove. A point, most likely. They sauntered up to Nancy’s considerably smaller form and one leaned on the hostess stand.        “Hi there, Nancy. How are you?” She leveled them with a cold look. “You can just turn right back around and leave. I have no business with Mariposa.        The group exchanged glances before the supposed leader pushed off the podium and stepped up close to the middle-aged lady. “We know he’s here, Nancy. He ditched his car just a couple blocks away, and who could refuse your great cooking.”        Garret was gripping the top of his booth so hard the red seemed to burn a brighter candy apple. His eyes flicked back and forth between the large man and the small woman. Like he was some sort of beacon, the man’s eyes swept sideways to meet his, and Garret froze. “Got yourself a decent crowd for a Thursday. Enough people to make me nervous for what might happen.”        “Don’t you threaten me,” she snarled, making the man- thankfully- look back to her.        If Marcus’ opening statement a few minutes ago didn’t sound like fun, that sounded like a really bad time. Garret ducked under the booth and whispered urgently. “Do something. They’re going to hurt people unless you go out there.”        The wiry man shook his head with a disapproving tilt to his mouth. “They’d never. They talk all big and bad, but that’s all they are. Just talk,” he explained as he tugged off his beanie, the hint of dark bangs that Garret got before turning into a head full of thick, almost wild, hair, that the thief ran his hands through anxiously. “They’ll just grumble while Nancy refuses to back down, and then, leave and tear up my place as repayment.” He wiggled the gloves off and let them fall to the floor before unzipping his jacket and pulling the small frame from under it.        “Sounds like you’ve done this before.”        Marcus shrugged while his fingers grazed the art piece. “Those pricks don’t deserve to hold all of the beautiful things in the world.”        “You take what doesn’t belong to you, endanger innocent people, and get your home torn apart. For what?”        At that, Marcus turned the piece of art around so show it off to his current protector. “For this,” he reasoned. “It’s beautiful right?” Garret couldn’t see the colors of it without reaching out and brushing his fingers across it, and that didn’t seem appropriate just then. But the picture of it was really something. It was a scene of a gorgeous garden pixie wrapped up in the arms of a well-dressed man. She was laid out in his hold, head thrown back with a look of desperation etched across her face.        “It is.”       Marcus seemed relieved by Garret’s answer. “I just wish I could see all the colors at once you know. I was hoping that, if I got one small enough, I could light up the whole thing, but…” He cast his eyes down to the painting. “Still,” he nodded surely, “it’s really something.”       “Nancy, you’ve got one more chance to tell me where he’s at before we start tearing this place apart.”       Garret sat back up, turning to see that things hadn’t escalated so much as intensified. Bulky mob guy was encroaching on the lobby and Nancy had backed up a step or two towards the counter. He ducked back under the seat with a, “Do something.”      “Trust me,” Marcus urged. “Nothing is going to-” A gun shot went off and both men ducked for cover, Garret joining Marcus under the booth and curling up across from him on the floor. “Shit, no, shit. They never.���      “Marcus,” the boss man taunted. “Come out, come out. We’d hate to hurt your favorite little cook.”      “Dicks, the whole lot, I swear,” he cursed under his breath. “Now, I’ll have to…” He waved his hands around the small space and groaned quietly.      “Don’t touch me! Let me go!” Nancy’s voice rang out in the still café.     “Go find him,” the leader ordered. Marcus hung his head and sighed in resignation at the declaration. He gripped both hands around the painting in his lap, and looked up to Garret.      “Take care of it for me. Don’t let them have it,” he requested severely. The steps of the men were coming closer. Garret nodded frantically and held his hands out as Marcus regretfully passed the artwork to him. Their hands brushed and, in that moment, the waves of color actually hurt to take. It started at the connection of their hands, washing over the painting and making both men lose their breath. The technicolor spread outward from there, filling the booths and the underside of the table with realistic hue.     Marcus’ hair was black like Garret had thought, but not black like it was in grey scale. There were these highlights that reminded Garret of the way the night got lighter around the moon. And his eyes. They were like a mix of green and brown. He grit his teeth in frustration when he couldn’t remember that name of that color. He didn’t know anyone that he was close enough to to touch that had eyes that color. The thief, his painter, blinked slowly, shock obvious on his features.      “Do you?” he asked.      “Yeah,” Garret huffed out, lost for words. “Your eyes, they’re…”      “What?”      “I don’t know the word for-” He cut off when Marcus was yanked out from under the booth, the painting slipping from his fingers and into Garret’s lap.      “We found him, sir,” the man announced.      “Don’t get handsy, pal. I’m a taken man!” He sounded giddy with it, the news, and, when Garret set the painting down behind him and looked out from under the booth, Marcus was smiling down at him with sparkling white teeth and petal pink lips. His skin was tan, almost the color of the caramels Garret liked to pick up around Christmas time. He couldn’t even enjoy that he finally knew that Nancy’s hair was a dingy, dirty yellow or that the tile of the floor was dark blue speckled with random cream splatters. It all faded into the background of Marcus’ struggling.      Garret started to crawl out from underneath, had to help him, but Marcus blurted a scared No! and he froze. A sharp warning shake of his head and Garret was slinking back onto his hind legs and just watching as Marcus was dragged over to the front doors of the diner and presented to the boss. He could see the pink spread across Marcus’ cheeks feet away, from that moment of vulnerability, and it felt amazing. 

     Too bad that was overshadowed when Nancy was released and, instead, his painter was being held up by a tight hand around his throat, the pink flushing his cheeks turning into a bright red from lack of oxygen. Garret’s fingers pressed into the old tile, but he didn't even look down to see the color of his skin going pale around the tips. He was too afraid this would be the last time he’d see the one who had given him color.

     One of the sidekick’s hand padded over Marcus' body and grumbled he came up empty. “He doesn't have it, boss.”      Scary boss man tugged Marcus closer by his neck, making Marcus gasp and Garret lurch forward. That earned him another warning glare from the thief to stay right where he was. It took him a moment longer to obey, sitting back again.      “Where is it?” The brute demanded.      Marcus scoffed as best he could. “I'm not sure what you mean.”      “Don't play with me,” he warned. “I have orders to do what it takes to get that painting back.” The thief scratched at the fingers surely leaving bruises on his neck, asking for a reprieve. The grip loosened just enough for him to say,         “Why is it so important?”      Caveman mobster laughed haughtily. “You just happened to steal-”      “Allegedly stole,” Marcus interrupted, making Garret swallow his laugh, but his grin was enough to make the threatened man’s eyes light up, that mellow brown turning a bit greener.      “You stole,” scary guy insisted, “Mariposa’s two-year anniversary gift to his painter.”      “Two years?” Marcus crowed in disbelief. “If she’s dumb enough to stay with that nitwit for,” his eyes cheated to the ceiling, “730 days, she’s not going to enjoy some tiny painting that I apparently took.” The grip on his neck went tight again, and Marcus cut off with a gurgle.       “You should watch what you say, Marcy. I wasn’t told to leave you alive.”      “Excuse you?” Nancy piped up. “You’re not killing anyone in my diner.” Boss man pulled a gun from his waistband and pointed it at Nancy’s suddenly cautious face. The patrons let out collective murmurs of fear. “Sure about that?”       “Woah, now, okay,” Marcus choked out and the grip loosen the tiniest bit again. “No need to go shooting the only woman within a thirty-mile radius that knows how to make a proper pot pie. Keep the focus where it belongs, yeah?”      “Alright,” the leader agreed easily and pointed the gun at Marcus, the barrel a shining dark grey in Garret’s eyes.      If the analyst hadn’t memorized every inch of Marcus’ face, he probably would’ve missed the drain of color from his skin. As it was, Marcus’ now ghostly lips pressed firm, but Garret could see the trepidation in his eyes. Marcus had just realized he might not make it out of this alive. Garret reached for the painting sitting on the diner floor behind him, and brought it close, half-hidden under his leg, to run his fingers across the now smudged glass front. He didn’t need to touch to really see it anymore, but the connection made him feel as if he had more control over this situation than he actually did. In reality, he’d just met his painter, the one he was supposedly meant to spend the rest of his colorful life with, but today, he just might lose him.     “Why don’t you tell me where it’s at, and I won’t make a mess in your favorite lunch spot?”     Marcus looked caught, pulled between refusing to give in and sparing these people, Garret and Nancy, of what they might see. Finally, he nodded. “Yeah, alright.” Garret’s face must have been one of shock, because Marcus’ own face went soft. He held his new partner’s gaze, furiously trying to get the thief out of this while simultaneously memorizing every hitch and detail of his face just in case.      “They’re hazel, by the way,” Marcus spoke slowly, deliberately. The mob men looked confused, and so did Garret, until Marcus fluttered his lashes dramatically and Garret’s face broke into a barely contained grin. Hazel. His eyes were hazel. That was the name of that color. Hazel.      “Thank you for that piece of information, Marcus, but no one cares,” the big man with the big ego lamented.      Marcus scoffed. “Mind your business here, slick. I’m trying to be charming.” Garret was going to watch his painter die, but he couldn’t stop smiling.     “Why don’t you worry about charming me, instead?” The threat came with a shove of the gun into Marcus’ temple, reminding him of his current situation. “Right, yeah. Um, well if I stole it, I didn’t bring it in here,” he decided quickly. “If I stole it,” he repeated, “I probably put it in my car.” Garret was shaking his head. He didn’t want Marcus to leave, be taken away so he couldn’t see his midnight colored brows crinkle up in worry.      What if they didn’t bring him back? What if they never let him go? But Marcus was nodding back to him. “Yes, I think I put it way back there, in my car.”      “To your car, then,” the leader decided, and the entire cafe let out a breath of relief.      “No, no, wait,” Garret mumbled, not nearly loud enough to matter as the men started shoving Marcus towards the door. “No,” he said again, more firmly, as he stood up from under the booth. “Wait,” he finally called out, and everybody, including Marcus, froze and turned. With all eyes on him, he lost all his confidence and gripped the painting tightly in his hand.      “Don’t do-” Marcus started, voice shaky, but was cut off by the head mobster’s, “What have you got there, big man?”      “I have it,” Garret admitted, painting nearly trembling in his grip. “You can have it if you let him go.”      Marcus rolled his eyes, but then, his face melted as Garret set his jaw and rolled his shoulders back. Mob man was not nearly as impressed. “That’s not how it works, bud.” His barely-there blond lashes fell slowly into a blink, like he couldn’t be bothered to move too quickly. This was his last chance to save his new found partner.      “No, you listen to me, bud,” Garret quipped back. “Let. Him. Go, and I’ll give you the-” The gun shot off and before Garret could blink his entire world went grey again. The color didn’t drain, or melt away, just vanished. The walls were a medium grey again, the booths a deep grey. The lifeless body of his painter a bunch of different greys crumbled on the floor. The blood pooling under his head a dark, rich grey. He’d only seen the color of blood when he’d scraped a knee or cut his finger on a kitchen knife, but he knew exactly what the mass puddle of heavy liquid was. “No!” he shouted and sprinted forward, dropping the forgotten painting on the floor. He fell to his knees beside the man he’d only just met and placed careful hands on either side of his face.      Nothing. Not even the few inches around his finger were lighting up with the deep tan that Garret knew Marcus’ skin to be. He raked his hand through the thief’s hair, brushing it off his face, but the black didn’t swirl with highlights and lowlights. He couldn’t see the color he was touching anymore. He’d heard that you lost all ability for color after your painter died, but that was when you were seventy and in a nursing home and you’d had years to memorize all the colors of the world. Not now. Not just twenty minutes after gaining the privilege.      There were heavy footsteps around them, but Garret couldn’t bring himself to look away from the droop of Marcus’ mouth. Then, a low, hissing voice was right next to his ear. “Don’t feel bad, bud. I was going to off him either way. But thanks for the painting.” Then the gang of men exited out of the diner, the front door bell dinging on the way out, and Garret was left seeing the world through wet, grey eyes.

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What is the category and structure of the power press machine?

The press machine includes a punch press machine and a hydraulic press machine, which have the characteristics of a wide range of use and high production efficiency. It processes metal into parts by applying a strong press machine to metal blanks, causing plastic deformation and fracture of metal.

  I. Classification of press machine

  1. Pneumatic press machine

 A pneumatic press machine is a press machine composed of a pneumatic-hydraulic booster cylinder + table + control logic valve, using pneumatic and hydraulic output, 3kg-7kg gas source can reach high press machine output from 1 ton to 100 tons.

  2. Crank press machine

 Crank press machine is one of the very common cold stamping equipment and is the working platform for cold stamping dies. This utility model has a simple structure and is easy to use. According to the bed structure, the crank press machine can be divided into open crank press machine and closed crank press machine; according to the number of driving linkages, it can be divided into single-point press machine or multi-point press machine; according to the number of sliders, it can be divided into single-action press machine and double-action press machine.

  3. Multi-station press machine

  The multi-station press machine is a kind of advanced press machine equipment, which is the integration of multiple press machines. It generally consists of a wire head unit, feeding mechanism, press machine, and wire end. The fast tempo can be more than 40 times/minute, which can meet the high-speed automatic production. The thread head unit can be divided into the depalletizing unit, tape, cleaning and oiling equipment, etc.; the feeding mechanism generally consists of feeding arms; the press machine is generally divided into multi-slide and single-slide, which can be selected according to different needs. The tail part of the line usually consists of a conveyor belt.

  Second, the mechanical principle of the press machine

  The working mechanism of the press machine is driven by the motor through the transmission mechanism to apply processing force to the workpiece. The transmission mechanism is a reduction mechanism driven by belts and gears; a crank mechanism, a linkage mechanism, and a hydraulic cylinder mechanism.

  Screw press machines do not have a fixed lower stop. For large die forging, multiple impacts can be shaped with single impact, continuous impact and spotting. The impact force is related to the deformation of the workpiece. When the deformation is large, the impact force is small, and when the deformation is small (e.g., cold air), the impact force is large. In these respects, it is similar to the forging hammer.

  Three, the structure of the press machine

  1、 Four-column hydraulic press machine

  press machine should have reliable structural rigidity and resistance to deformation. The hydraulic station and the position on the press machine row should be equipped with a die lifting connection device. The hydraulic station and press machine row should be equipped with a removable dust cover. The output direction of the workpiece is length (3000) direction. Technical parameters are as follows: nominal press machine 190T; effective working table area 3000×750mm2. unloading moving speed 75~100mm/S; great opening and closing distance 550mm; holding time 8h; press machine base height 0.5~0.55M.

  2、Control cabinet

  Cabinet-type press machine and temperature combination work cabinet. Tools and switches on the cabinet panel; switch power, indicator, voltmeter, meter. press machine "operation" button and cursor. press machine indicator; heating switch indicator; digital display thermostat (accuracy ±1℃); isolation timer and temperature alarm; very high working temperature 180℃; heating speed: 1.5℃-1.5℃/min; uneven temperature ±3℃, three-phase power heating energy balance; temperature regulator; real-time control; temperature measurement.

Yingxin World Machinery（power press machine manufacturers & power press manufacturer） was established in Shanghai in 2009 and authorized by World Group to act as an exporting center for all World brand machines including the power press machines, and hydraulic shearing machines, hydraulic press brakes, and automatic accessories.

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What is the category and structure of the power press machine?

The press machine includes a punch press machine and a hydraulic press machine, which have the characteristics of a wide range of use and high production efficiency. It processes metal into parts by applying a strong press machine to metal blanks, causing plastic deformation and fracture of metal.

  I. Classification of press machine

  1. Pneumatic press machine

 A pneumatic press machine is a press machine composed of a pneumatic-hydraulic booster cylinder + table + control logic valve, using pneumatic and hydraulic output, 3kg-7kg gas source can reach high press machine output from 1 ton to 100 tons.

  2. Crank press machine

 Crank press machine is one of the very common cold stamping equipment and is the working platform for cold stamping dies. This utility model has a simple structure and is easy to use. According to the bed structure, the crank press machine can be divided into open crank press machine and closed crank press machine; according to the number of driving linkages, it can be divided into single-point press machine or multi-point press machine; according to the number of sliders, it can be divided into single-action press machine and double-action press machine.

  3. Multi-station press machine

  The multi-station press machine is a kind of advanced press machine equipment, which is the integration of multiple press machines. It generally consists of a wire head unit, feeding mechanism, press machine, and wire end. The fast tempo can be more than 40 times/minute, which can meet the high-speed automatic production. The thread head unit can be divided into the depalletizing unit, tape, cleaning and oiling equipment, etc.; the feeding mechanism generally consists of feeding arms; the press machine is generally divided into multi-slide and single-slide, which can be selected according to different needs. The tail part of the line usually consists of a conveyor belt.

  Second, the mechanical principle of the press machine

  The working mechanism of the press machine is driven by the motor through the transmission mechanism to apply processing force to the workpiece. The transmission mechanism is a reduction mechanism driven by belts and gears; a crank mechanism, a linkage mechanism, and a hydraulic cylinder mechanism.

  Screw press machines do not have a fixed lower stop. For large die forging, multiple impacts can be shaped with single impact, continuous impact and spotting. The impact force is related to the deformation of the workpiece. When the deformation is large, the impact force is small, and when the deformation is small (e.g., cold air), the impact force is large. In these respects, it is similar to the forging hammer.

  Three, the structure of the press machine

  1、 Four-column hydraulic press machine

  press machine should have reliable structural rigidity and resistance to deformation. The hydraulic station and the position on the press machine row should be equipped with a die lifting connection device. The hydraulic station and press machine row should be equipped with a removable dust cover. The output direction of the workpiece is length (3000) direction. Technical parameters are as follows: nominal press machine 190T; effective working table area 3000×750mm2. unloading moving speed 75~100mm/S; great opening and closing distance 550mm; holding time 8h; press machine base height 0.5~0.55M.

  2、Control cabinet

  Cabinet-type press machine and temperature combination work cabinet. Tools and switches on the cabinet panel; switch power, indicator, voltmeter, meter. press machine "operation" button and cursor. press machine indicator; heating switch indicator; digital display thermostat (accuracy ±1℃); isolation timer and temperature alarm; very high working temperature 180℃; heating speed: 1.5℃-1.5℃/min; uneven temperature ±3℃, three-phase power heating energy balance; temperature regulator; real-time control; temperature measurement.

Yingxin World Machinery（power press machine manufacturers & power press manufacturer） was established in Shanghai in 2009 and authorized by World Group to act as an exporting center for all World brand machines including the power press machines, and hydraulic shearing machines, hydraulic press brakes, and automatic accessories.

[littlecat0520]

What is the category and structure of the power press machine?

The press machine includes a punch press machine and a hydraulic press machine, which have the characteristics of a wide range of use and high production efficiency. It processes metal into parts by applying a strong press machine to metal blanks, causing plastic deformation and fracture of metal.

  I. Classification of press machine

  1. Pneumatic press machine

 A pneumatic press machine is a press machine composed of a pneumatic-hydraulic booster cylinder + table + control logic valve, using pneumatic and hydraulic output, 3kg-7kg gas source can reach high press machine output from 1 ton to 100 tons.

  2. Crank press machine

 Crank press machine is one of the very common cold stamping equipment and is the working platform for cold stamping dies. This utility model has a simple structure and is easy to use. According to the bed structure, the crank press machine can be divided into open crank press machine and closed crank press machine; according to the number of driving linkages, it can be divided into single-point press machine or multi-point press machine; according to the number of sliders, it can be divided into single-action press machine and double-action press machine.

  3. Multi-station press machine

  The multi-station press machine is a kind of advanced press machine equipment, which is the integration of multiple press machines. It generally consists of a wire head unit, feeding mechanism, press machine, and wire end. The fast tempo can be more than 40 times/minute, which can meet the high-speed automatic production. The thread head unit can be divided into the depalletizing unit, tape, cleaning and oiling equipment, etc.; the feeding mechanism generally consists of feeding arms; the press machine is generally divided into multi-slide and single-slide, which can be selected according to different needs. The tail part of the line usually consists of a conveyor belt.

  Second, the mechanical principle of the press machine

  The working mechanism of the press machine is driven by the motor through the transmission mechanism to apply processing force to the workpiece. The transmission mechanism is a reduction mechanism driven by belts and gears; a crank mechanism, a linkage mechanism, and a hydraulic cylinder mechanism.

  Screw press machines do not have a fixed lower stop. For large die forging, multiple impacts can be shaped with single impact, continuous impact and spotting. The impact force is related to the deformation of the workpiece. When the deformation is large, the impact force is small, and when the deformation is small (e.g., cold air), the impact force is large. In these respects, it is similar to the forging hammer.

  Three, the structure of the press machine

  1、 Four-column hydraulic press machine

  press machine should have reliable structural rigidity and resistance to deformation. The hydraulic station and the position on the press machine row should be equipped with a die lifting connection device. The hydraulic station and press machine row should be equipped with a removable dust cover. The output direction of the workpiece is length (3000) direction. Technical parameters are as follows: nominal press machine 190T; effective working table area 3000×750mm2. unloading moving speed 75~100mm/S; great opening and closing distance 550mm; holding time 8h; press machine base height 0.5~0.55M.

  2、Control cabinet

  Cabinet-type press machine and temperature combination work cabinet. Tools and switches on the cabinet panel; switch power, indicator, voltmeter, meter. press machine "operation" button and cursor. press machine indicator; heating switch indicator; digital display thermostat (accuracy ±1℃); isolation timer and temperature alarm; very high working temperature 180℃; heating speed: 1.5℃-1.5℃/min; uneven temperature ±3℃, three-phase power heating energy balance; temperature regulator; real-time control; temperature measurement.

Yingxin World Machinery（power press machine manufacturers & power press manufacturer） was established in Shanghai in 2009 and authorized by World Group to act as an exporting center for all World brand machines including the power press machines, and hydraulic shearing machines, hydraulic press brakes, and automatic accessories.

[cat0620]

What is the category and structure of the power press machine?

The press machine includes a punch press machine and a hydraulic press machine, which have the characteristics of a wide range of use and high production efficiency. It processes metal into parts by applying a strong press machine to metal blanks, causing plastic deformation and fracture of metal.

  I. Classification of press machine

  1. Pneumatic press machine

 A pneumatic press machine is a press machine composed of a pneumatic-hydraulic booster cylinder + table + control logic valve, using pneumatic and hydraulic output, 3kg-7kg gas source can reach high press machine output from 1 ton to 100 tons.

  2. Crank press machine

 Crank press machine is one of the very common cold stamping equipment and is the working platform for cold stamping dies. This utility model has a simple structure and is easy to use. According to the bed structure, the crank press machine can be divided into open crank press machine and closed crank press machine; according to the number of driving linkages, it can be divided into single-point press machine or multi-point press machine; according to the number of sliders, it can be divided into single-action press machine and double-action press machine.

  3. Multi-station press machine

  The multi-station press machine is a kind of advanced press machine equipment, which is the integration of multiple press machines. It generally consists of a wire head unit, feeding mechanism, press machine, and wire end. The fast tempo can be more than 40 times/minute, which can meet the high-speed automatic production. The thread head unit can be divided into the depalletizing unit, tape, cleaning and oiling equipment, etc.; the feeding mechanism generally consists of feeding arms; the press machine is generally divided into multi-slide and single-slide, which can be selected according to different needs. The tail part of the line usually consists of a conveyor belt.

  Second, the mechanical principle of the press machine

  The working mechanism of the press machine is driven by the motor through the transmission mechanism to apply processing force to the workpiece. The transmission mechanism is a reduction mechanism driven by belts and gears; a crank mechanism, a linkage mechanism, and a hydraulic cylinder mechanism.

  Screw press machines do not have a fixed lower stop. For large die forging, multiple impacts can be shaped with single impact, continuous impact and spotting. The impact force is related to the deformation of the workpiece. When the deformation is large, the impact force is small, and when the deformation is small (e.g., cold air), the impact force is large. In these respects, it is similar to the forging hammer.

  Three, the structure of the press machine

  1、 Four-column hydraulic press machine

  press machine should have reliable structural rigidity and resistance to deformation. The hydraulic station and the position on the press machine row should be equipped with a die lifting connection device. The hydraulic station and press machine row should be equipped with a removable dust cover. The output direction of the workpiece is length (3000) direction. Technical parameters are as follows: nominal press machine 190T; effective working table area 3000×750mm2. unloading moving speed 75~100mm/S; great opening and closing distance 550mm; holding time 8h; press machine base height 0.5~0.55M.

  2、Control cabinet

  Cabinet-type press machine and temperature combination work cabinet. Tools and switches on the cabinet panel; switch power, indicator, voltmeter, meter. press machine "operation" button and cursor. press machine indicator; heating switch indicator; digital display thermostat (accuracy ±1℃); isolation timer and temperature alarm; very high working temperature 180℃; heating speed: 1.5℃-1.5℃/min; uneven temperature ±3℃, three-phase power heating energy balance; temperature regulator; real-time control; temperature measurement.

Yingxin World Machinery（power press machine manufacturers & power press manufacturer） was established in Shanghai in 2009 and authorized by World Group to act as an exporting center for all World brand machines including the power press machines, and hydraulic shearing machines, hydraulic press brakes, and automatic accessories.

[sere22world]

What is the category and structure of the power press machine?

The press machine includes a punch press machine and a hydraulic press machine, which have the characteristics of a wide range of use and high production efficiency. It processes metal into parts by applying a strong press machine to metal blanks, causing plastic deformation and fracture of metal.

  I. Classification of press machine

  1. Pneumatic press machine

 A pneumatic press machine is a press machine composed of a pneumatic-hydraulic booster cylinder + table + control logic valve, using pneumatic and hydraulic output, 3kg-7kg gas source can reach high press machine output from 1 ton to 100 tons.

  2. Crank press machine

 Crank press machine is one of the very common cold stamping equipment and is the working platform for cold stamping dies. This utility model has a simple structure and is easy to use. According to the bed structure, the crank press machine can be divided into open crank press machine and closed crank press machine; according to the number of driving linkages, it can be divided into single-point press machine or multi-point press machine; according to the number of sliders, it can be divided into single-action press machine and double-action press machine.

  3. Multi-station press machine

  The multi-station press machine is a kind of advanced press machine equipment, which is the integration of multiple press machines. It generally consists of a wire head unit, feeding mechanism, press machine, and wire end. The fast tempo can be more than 40 times/minute, which can meet the high-speed automatic production. The thread head unit can be divided into the depalletizing unit, tape, cleaning and oiling equipment, etc.; the feeding mechanism generally consists of feeding arms; the press machine is generally divided into multi-slide and single-slide, which can be selected according to different needs. The tail part of the line usually consists of a conveyor belt.

  Second, the mechanical principle of the press machine

  The working mechanism of the press machine is driven by the motor through the transmission mechanism to apply processing force to the workpiece. The transmission mechanism is a reduction mechanism driven by belts and gears; a crank mechanism, a linkage mechanism, and a hydraulic cylinder mechanism.

  Screw press machines do not have a fixed lower stop. For large die forging, multiple impacts can be shaped with single impact, continuous impact and spotting. The impact force is related to the deformation of the workpiece. When the deformation is large, the impact force is small, and when the deformation is small (e.g., cold air), the impact force is large. In these respects, it is similar to the forging hammer.

  Three, the structure of the press machine

  1、 Four-column hydraulic press machine

  press machine should have reliable structural rigidity and resistance to deformation. The hydraulic station and the position on the press machine row should be equipped with a die lifting connection device. The hydraulic station and press machine row should be equipped with a removable dust cover. The output direction of the workpiece is length (3000) direction. Technical parameters are as follows: nominal press machine 190T; effective working table area 3000×750mm2. unloading moving speed 75~100mm/S; great opening and closing distance 550mm; holding time 8h; press machine base height 0.5~0.55M.

  2、Control cabinet

  Cabinet-type press machine and temperature combination work cabinet. Tools and switches on the cabinet panel; switch power, indicator, voltmeter, meter. press machine "operation" button and cursor. press machine indicator; heating switch indicator; digital display thermostat (accuracy ±1℃); isolation timer and temperature alarm; very high working temperature 180℃; heating speed: 1.5℃-1.5℃/min; uneven temperature ±3℃, three-phase power heating energy balance; temperature regulator; real-time control; temperature measurement.

Yingxin World Machinery（power press machine manufacturers & power press manufacturer） was established in Shanghai in 2009 and authorized by World Group to act as an exporting center for all World brand machines including the power press machines, and hydraulic shearing machines, hydraulic press brakes, and automatic accessories.