#rocket fuel

[clockwayswrites]

Silly little Danny/Dick/Wally mini fic from last night.

cw: referenced nsft content, still just rated T though

Wally paused, spoon halfway to his mouth as there was a knock at the door. Dick blinked back at Wally from across the table, cheeks so full of cereal he looked like a chipmunk.

“Not mine,” Wally said.

Dick swallowed with some effort. “Not mine either, I mean, not that I know of.”

“But Bats.”

“But Bats,” Dick agreed. He got up from the table and padded over to the door, socked feel silent on the hardwood floor.

Like any good Gothamite, Dick peered through the peephole first. When he looked back at Wally his face was screwed up in confusion and he gave a little shrug. Wally got up, wanting to be close it something went bad, though what ever Dick saw it didn’t stop him from undoing the locks and opening the door.

The person on the other side looked pretty innocuous. Innocuous and exhausted. He was in a black robe covered in white stars. His hair was an absolute mess of black locks sticking up every which way. And most telling of all, the bags under his eyes were frankly impressive.

“Oh good, you’re home,” he rasped.

“Yes? Can we help you?” Dick asked.

Wally could just tell Dick had his patented friendly neighborhood hero smile on.

“Yeah, so,” the man reached up and rubbed at the back of his neck. “I’m your neighbor? Just to the right. Danny. I don’t know if you know this but your bedroom shares a wall with mine.”

Oh no.

“And like, I can’t blame you guys because wow, both of you, specimens.”

Wally could tell he was blushing by how hot his face was.

“But while it’s great your husband and you have such an active, um, nighttime, could you at least, please move the bed away from the wall so it doesn’t bang? Maybe, I don’t know, more soft surfaces? Sound proofing?”

Wishing he could just sink through the ground, Wally buried his face in his hands.

“It’s just you’re very, ah, descriptive and the bed makes a lot of noise and look, I am both exhausted and desperately single, I can’t take it anymore,” Danny pleaded.

Yep, disappearing sounded really, really good right then.

[amanitavirosalt]

I was gonna make hydrazine. but then I realized I am stupid as shit and would for sure blow myself up. so I'm not gonna make hydrazine. yet

[edie-lamia]

this might be too niche but in s1 ep2 of what’s new scooby doo (2003) elliot blender’s project using soy beans to make rocket fuel lost the science contest because it was developing green energy

[killemall1945]

idk WHAT i did to curate this Facebook reels fyp but insta could never come close. these people are speaking in AI makes *zero* sense

[dogboygirl]

[smbhax]

From "Once Again, The Fantastic Four Face the Threat of Sub-Mariner, and 'The Merciless Puppet Master' Part 1" in Fantastic Four #14, May 1963. Stan Lee script, Jack Kirby pencils, Dick Ayers inks, Stan Goldberg colors, Artie Simek letters.    

[clockwayswrites]

AN: I blame @mokulule for encouraging this. Danny/Wally/Dick APPARENTLY. Brain wtf. Wally is such a bi disaster. And just wait till Dick sees Danny's fangs. It's all gone for him then. (Obviously did not do small teen, though Danny is maybe still 19 here and not large. Other two early 20s and Titans.)

Wally: Okay so

Wally had to pause there. He didn't know what to say. How did he explain: hey, I came over to Barry and Iris' place and there was this really cute guy asleep on the couch who had a panic attack and then I got him water and now I'm being cuddled?

Oh, and btw Barry said he came out of Captain Cold's gun and won't explain more than that!?

The guy, who had slowly been sliding down the cushion tipped over and slumped against Wally's shoulder.

Gsfhgfht t

Dick: You okay Wally?

Wally: No 😭 😳 😲 🥵 💀 🧊🔫

Wally fumbled his phone as it started ringing. He swiped answer as quickly as he could, hissing out a 'shush' as he brought it to his ear. He held his breath as the guy shifted and then slowly let it out as the other settled back down.

"Be quiet, you'll wake him up!" Wally whispered.

"Wake who up?" Dick asked, totally not being quiet.

"I don't know!" Wally said, gesturing with his arm not pinned down by the stranger.

"…so what are you having for dinner Wally?"

"Oh my God I do not need to use a code word! I don't need to be rescued! I'm at--" Wally cut himself off with a meep as the guy moved again. A very cold nose was nuzzled against Wally's arm before being tucked behind Wally's shoulder. Wally shifted to get the guy more room to burrow.

"I'm at home, not my home, but home, and he was just there asleep on the couch and now I'm being cuddled and Dick, he's so cute? But also I don't think he's well and I just want to scoop him up in a blanket and keep him warm," Wally whined.

Dick was laughing at him, the bastard. "Okay. Why don't you ask Barry or Iris who he is?"

"They don't know either!" Wally hissed. "Barry said he came out of Captain Cold's gun! What does that even mean, Dick? And am I a horrible person thinking he's cute when he obviously just went through some shit?!"

Dick just laughed harder. "No, okay, wait, I'm on my way. Just keep, you know, cuddling this mysterious stranger."

"Fuck off." Wally grumbled into the already dead line.

Dc x DP #34

Ice Core Danny getting injured badly and reverting into his core form where either Captain Cold or Mr. Freeze find and use for their inventions.

The mystery source is strong. And makes ice stronger than they could've imagined. So of course they use it to cause havoc wherever they go.

Fast forward to where the villain is defeated by their assigned hero and the hero takes the weapon apart. Starting with the core source.

Imagine their growing horror as the core their enemy used to wreak havoc transforms into a small teen that looks as if he's been through the wringer.

[tenth-sentence]

Is that possible to imagine a moonbase might be a competitive source of low-Earth-orbit fuel at $3,000 a kilo.

"The Moon: A History for the Future" - Oliver Morton

[shrimpathizer]

current song stuck in my head: Rocket Fuel by Dj Shadow feat. De La Soul

[maybeasunflower]

Mercaptens, as a class of chemical, utterly stink.

The Guinness Book of Records gives ethyl mercaptan (C2H5SH) and butyl seleno-mercaptan (C4H9SeH) as the smelliest substances in the world. k. The amount in garlic your nose is detecting is tiny.

Meanwhile, Ignition!: An informal history of liquid rocket propellants reports that butyl-mercaptan (C4H9SH) was tested as a possible rocket fuel in the 1950s/60s:

It had two virtues, or maybe three. It was hypergolic with mixed acid, and it had a rather high density for a fuel. And it wasn't corrosive. But its performance was below that of a straight hydrocarbon, and its odor — ! Well, its odor was something to consider. Intense, pervasive and penetrating, and resembling the stink of an enraged skunk, but surpassing, by far, the best efforts of the most vigorous specimen of Mephitis mephitis. It also clings to the clothes and the skin. But rocketeers are a hardy breed, and the stuff was duly and successfully fired, although it is rumored that certain rocket mechanics were excluded from their car pools and had to run behind. Ten years after it was fired at the Naval Air Rocket Test Station — NARTS — the odor was still noticeable around the test area.

And it gets worse:

Finally [Pino] surpassed himself with something that had a dimethylamino group attached to a mercaptan sulfur, and whose odor can't, with all the resources of the English language, even be described. It also drew flies. This was too much, even for Pino and his unregenerate crew, and they banished it to a hole in the ground another two hundred yards farther out into the tule marshes. Some months later, in the dead of night, they surreptitiously consigned it to the bottom of San Francisco Bay.

But the garlic thing is a good trick.

[clockwayswrites]

...well, apparently Dick is embracing some dom vibes in Not Exactly Cinderella? This is either proof I should or should not write in this state lol

(No smut, starting to get spicy though.)

The breath went out of Dick’s lungs as he was slammed back against the door of the hotel room. His brain was still trying to catch up on how exactly he ended up in this positions, though his body seemed very happy to get with the program.

Wally, the jerk, was laughing.

“I was not supposed to be here,” Dick said as he blinked up at the ceiling.

“Do you not want to be?” Danny asked. The words were almost a purr.

“No, no, very happy to be here,” Dick said. He fumbled his words as Danny started to nip at his neck. “Just, you know, was supposed to be to make Wally happy.”

“Dick, babe,” Wally said. “How can I be less happy having you here too?”

“I don’t know, just—”

“Just you’re thinking too hard.” Wally stepped closer and Danny turned a little to make room for him to lean in and kiss Dick. “I like that you’re here and it doesn’t seem that Danny minds.”

“Me, mind?” Danny asked with a laugh. “I don’t think you two know what a pretty picture you make. Ten out of ten, happy to be included.”

“God your laugh is still so nice,” Wally said before he leaned in as if he could capture the last of the sound in a kiss.

Dick was more than happy to lean back against the door and watch Wally and Danny start to explore each other. This wasn’t Dick’s first threesome, but it was his first with Wally— Wally who he knew every inch of. The contrast of that to Danny, a stranger, was a little heady. He leaned in to press a kiss to the side of Wally’s neck while he let his hand find its way under Danny’s black suit jacket.

He watched from the corner of his eye as Danny tried to press into the touch without breaking the kiss with Wally. Gently, Dick moved Wally with a brush of a hand against his neck, guiding both of them where Dick wanted them. It was worth the pleased noise Danny let out into the kiss and the shiver that ran through Wally in response.

“There you both are,” Dick murmured, leaning back to watch again, though he kept a trailing hand on each of them.

[bstormhands]

Making and Testing a Victorian Skincare Routine

Old fashioned cosmetics are fascinating, and dangerous. She concocts some less lethal skincare routine lotions and potions. 

But boy howdy, mixing paint thinner and actual rocket fuel to make skin cleanser... It should be called Skin Stripper. 

Yet in the context of turn of the century London when everything is coal powered and there is killer smog. Yeah, you need something to pull the soot out of your pores. And this will do that, no problem there. Used something similar to clean my hands after working on the car and other greasy grimy things.

[pokemon-rocket-fuel]

She’s done! (Hanamusa’s kid)

[lil--nuggett]

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[cherry-scribbles]

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[camp-camp-out-of-context]

Vera: Ah! You are supposed to be American cosmonaut! How does it feel to have failing space program?

Space Kid: What the fuck did you just say to me?