#rubber track carriers

[jctracks]

The Evolution and Advantages of Rubber Crawler Tracks

In the ever-evolving world of heavy machinery and construction equipment, rubber crawler tracks have emerged as a versatile and advantageous solution. From their humble beginnings as a means to reduce ground pressure, they have evolved into a cornerstone technology that offers benefits across various industries.

[mushroom-for-art]

Lmao I was inspired, I'm meant to be writing the horrors and yet the movie au dorks are at the helm, featuring the wonderful @oogaboogaspookyman s monochromatic actor

April fools

May casually walked down a hallway within the studio before sliding into broom closet to her left with efficient quiet her back bumping into the monochrome two already hiding in said broom closet who made a slightly startled squeak at their close proximity though May didn't care much keeping her back to him but tilting her head up slightly to look at him.

"You got the goods?" She asked though in a hushed tone.

"Why do you say it like this is some mafia trade?"

He sighed softly at her antics as she turned to face him properly.

"Because you're trading your goods, for my services," she cast a wink as she poked his chest lightly, unable to see his embarrassed expression for the dark of the closet. "And if you don't got my goods well buddy boy this deal is gonna fall through and you may like me so much because I can be real dangerous when I don't get what I'm owed," though she threatened her voice was entirely playful.

"This mafia movie you're shooting is getting to your nogging. But yes I have 'the goods'."

He exaggerated with quotation marks finally turning the closet light on earning a hiss and what the fuck from May at the sudden light as he pulled out a large carry on bag, he unzipped it slowly for emphasis opening it to reveal it loaded with different kinds of treats.

"Hersheys, Moreos of varying delightful flavors for your enjoyment, aero bars, dairy milks, milky way buttons large, caramac, Pokey sticks, reeses pieces, m&ms and many other delightful treats await."

He quickly closed it, zipping it up closed.

"If you can hold up your end of the deal."

"Darlin' you were just speaking my language, don't you worry toots, I'll treat you right." She grinned playfully doing some sort of accent as she booped his nose, "though, surely you could part with something, for my troubles, call it a down payment hmm, keep me sweet? Gonna treat me well Shugs?" She put her hands on his chest as though fiddling with an invisible tie.

"You're enjoying this too much."

He snorted softly but chuckled finding her demeanor somewhat amusing as he pulled out a random thing he paused ripping off the packaging with his teeth before holding the chocolate bar out for her watching her just bite the chocolate and hold it in her teeth with a grin, she gave him a wink and slipped out of the closet as he sighed zipping up the carry bag and hiding it for later.

It was in honesty a difficult job, he wanted her to complete many tasks in advance for April fools, he was always the butt of jokes, but not this year! This year he had help.

It started when everyone had left to go home, she put her plan into motion, firstly the put all the cameras on loop to cover her tracks, secondly she hit the bathrooms carrying carrier bags of jeans and shoes she set them up matching up shoes and trousers in the mens to make every stall appear occupied locking them all from the inside and putting out of order signs on all the doors to cause frustration and the reasonable idea that all of them were full due to the previous closures.

Next she booby trapped different doors and chairs, taping Foghorns so when the door was slammed open or chair sat in it would honk loudly and startle people, she hid them all over some obvious to throw them off the tracks some very expertly hidden. She also took this time to sneak Rubber chickens and whoopee cushions under seats and cushions. On Marie's desk she put a paper cup with "Spinarak inside! Very big! Only lift cup if you're ready to get rid of it!" She'd asked a local Spinarak to make an exit hole in the cup so it looked as though a large spider escaped and it looked authentic.

She removed the bottom of Derricks keyboard carefully, in honesty this one was personal as he has been incredibly rude and quite mean to her for no reason for quite some time, she carefully placed down tissue paper and super fast growing seeds, watering them generously and offering a little psychic help and replacing the keyboard top, and did the same to his work station so when he came tomorrow it would be taken over by nature.

She hit Kathleen's office next, this one was personal to her monochrome friend as she'd not been doing her job properly and fucked up his appointments, she looped a ziptie around a Febreze spray bottle trigger, "fire in the hole!" She pulled it tight and threw it into her office, closing the door as it hissed letting out all its content. In all honesty she would've used a fake fart spray herself but she figured monochrome just wasn't that evil.

Finally, her magnus opus, she spilled hundred upon hundreds of sticky pads and concentrating her psychic energy they flew everywhere sticking to everything along halls window chairs plants set pieces everything! It was a whirlwind of color and chaos.

When she finished she kisses her fingers in an exaggerated mwah of her brilliance before setting the cameras to start recording live footage seconds before the new work day began leaving no trace of her crimes. With that she slipped away into the night to her movie trailer, she preferably would've been enjoying her prize but he's clearly hidden or taken it with him because she couldn't find it.

The next day was complete and utter chaos, there was accusatory yelling frustrated screams, loud HONKS of Foghorns and Kathleen came running out her office coughing and gagging at the overwhelming Febreze scent while Derrick yelled and raged over his computer. He smashed it into a wall and punched a hole into a door before higher management called him into their office. In all honesty probably would've been easy to remove the plants but he was a hot headed asshole anyways.

A worker pointed an accusing finger at ??? Shouting that it must have been him. The boss quickly told them that no it couldn't be because the monochrome one was with him. Another pointed at May, "then her then! She used her powers to do it!" They cried.

"Me? I, I mean I don't know how to break it to you but I'm not the most gifted with psychic abilities," she frowned a sad frown managing a very sad voice that was pitiful without it being obvious that was the intention. Monochrome was impressed by her acting as another worker snapped at them saying that May wasn't capable of such a thing, stop being an asshole.

It halted all work and filming that day as everyone worked to clean up the unexplained mess of pranks with more yelling as hidden jumping snake pranks leapt out from places at cleaning workers. May effectively bumbled along as though just as unsure as everyone else despite knowing where they all were leaping in fright with a squeal at the peanut spring snakes and getting shocked by hidden shockers to really strengthen the image of innocence.

May collapsed onto her bed in her trailer exhausted, setting it up and taking it down was tiresome stuff. She grumbled to herself that her supposed friend hadn't looked at her once or made any indication of trade off, angrily thumping her tail into her bed at his betrayal. She'd get him for that as she snuggled her cushion.

She groaned as someone knocked on her trailer door dragging herself out of her comfy bed.

"Imma coming Imma coming it better be worth it," she emptily threatened as she opened the door to the monochrome bastard she was just thinking about. "You." He smiles at her unaware of his supposed treachery.

"Yes? Me-eh!"

She yanked him into her trailer with one hand holding him against a counter, "you got a lot of nerve showing up you slippery snake." His mouth hand open in confusion as he awkwardly ah'ed? Before making an oh holding up the carry on bag of sweets.

"I didn't want to give it to you where people could see in case they suspected anything. Honest!"

She eyed him taking the carry on with one hand keeping the other holding him to the counter using her teeth to open the zip and stick her nose in sniffing, yup, smelt like sweets in there and it was heavy.

"Hm." She removed her hand to stop pinning him, "you're forgiven, could've been mighty bad for you otherwise pardner"

"Western mafia huh?"

She nodded as she pulled out some Pokey sticks, nodding firmly as she popped one in her mouth confirming around the biscuit, "Western mafia." He chuckled as he watched her nibble the Pokey slowly making it disappear into her mouth seemingly satisfied with the trade off.

"Am I free to leave unharmed?"

May chuckled, stepping aside so he could get to the door, popping another Pokey in her mouth with a "suppose." He grinned putting his hand on the door he paused and leant over close biting the pokey and snapping it before rushing out the door as she stood there in confusion.

"The fuck??" She finished chewing what was left of her Pokey. "What a bastard."

[offpagebloggers]

Tracks for Skid Steer – Revolutionizing Performance and Efficiency

Why Tracks for Skid Steer are Essential

Tracks for skid steer loaders have become a popular choice for operators who require enhanced performance, durability, and versatility. Unlike traditional wheels, tracks provide better traction, stability, and reduced ground pressure, making them ideal for diverse applications in construction, landscaping, and agriculture.

These tracks distribute the weight of the machine more evenly, reducing the likelihood of damage to delicate surfaces such as grass or paved areas. Moreover, they excel in challenging terrains like mud, snow, or loose gravel, ensuring your skid steer can handle any job with ease.

Upgrade to NE-Track Skid Steer Tracks

For those seeking premium-quality tracks for skid steer machines, NE-Track rubber crawler carrier tracks are an excellent choice. Designed with cutting-edge technology and durable materials, these tracks guarantee outstanding performance in demanding environments.

Key benefits of NE-Track tracks include:

Enhanced Durability: Built to resist wear, tear, and harsh conditions, ensuring long-lasting reliability.

Improved Traction: Engineered tread designs provide superior grip, enhancing stability and safety.

Cost-Effective Operation: High-quality materials and construction reduce maintenance needs, saving you time and money.

NE-Track tracks are suitable for a wide range of skid steer models and can significantly improve your machine’s efficiency and versatility.

Conclusion

Tracks for skid steer machines are a game-changing upgrade that can boost productivity, reduce downtime, and improve overall performance. By choosing NE-Track rubber crawler carrier tracks, you ensure durable, high-performing tracks that can tackle any job with confidence. Explore their range today and take your skid steer to the next level!

[molsons112000]

So as the tires get warmer, the gas inside the tires, if it's air or nitrogen expands. And this changes the dimensional shape of the tire. So if we're talking, Saudi Arabia, where it's extremely hot and you're driving, you need to inflate the tires differently from night to day. What is normally inflated in the evening will be over inflate it during the day.

Commercial Carrier Journal

https://www.ccjdigital.com › article

Tire safety risks rise with the temperature

Jul 8, 2022 — “So, tires that were properly inflated at 90 degrees may be overinflated if ambient temperatures reach 110 degrees.” A rule of thumb

How to improve contract performance with improving tire temperature range.

Grassroots Motorsports

https://grassrootsmotorsports.com › ...

How to manage tire temperatures for improved on-track performance

While having tires that are too hot or too cold won't necessarily lead to a bear mauling, ensuring that your rubber is in the “just right” range 

Daytime temperatures in Saudi Arabia vary by region and season, ranging from 23°C to 50°C (74°F to 122°F). The central region is very hot and dry in the summer, with temperatures ranging from 27°C to 43°C in inland areas and 27°C to 38°C in coastal areas. In the Rub' al Khali desert in the southern interior, temperatures can reach up to 50°C on some days. The northwest of Saudi Arabia is usually the coolest. 



Climate Change Knowledge Portal

Saudi Arabia - Climate Change Knowledge Portal - World Bank

Saudi Arabia is characterized by a desert climate, with the exception of the southwestern part of the country, which exhibits a semi-arid climate. Summers in the central region are extremely hot and dry, ranging from 27°C to 43°C in the inland areas and 27°C to 38°C in coastal areas. In winter, the temperature ranges between 8°C to 20°C in the interior parts while higher temperatures (19°C - 29°C) have been recorded in the coastal areas of Red Sea. The average annual rainfall in most parts of the country is below 150 mm throughout the year except the southwestern part where the rainfall occurs between 400 – 600 mm annually.



quora.com

What is the average temperature in Saudi Arabia in the summer?

Sep 20, 2021 — The country has two main seasons: a hot and dry summer, and a mild and pleasant winter. During the summer months, which typically last from May to September, temperatures can reach up to 50°C (122°F) in some parts of the country, particularly in the interior regions.



Britannica

Desert, Arid, Climate - Saudi Arabia - Britannica

Average temperatures for the coolest months, December through February, are 74 °F (23 °C) at Jeddah, 58 °F (14 °C) at Riyadh, and 63 °F (17 °C) at Al-Dammām. Summers, from June to August, are hot, with daytime temperatures in the shade exceeding 100 °F (38 °C) in almost all of the country.



Worlddata.info

Climate and temperature development in Saudi Arabia

Daytime temperatures vary considerably depending on the season. Depending on the region, they range from 23 to 41 degrees Celsius. The highest temperatures, up to 50 degrees on some days, are mainly in the Rub' al Khali desert in the southern interior. The northwest of Saudi Arabia is usually the coolest. The ...

The average daily temperature during the day is between 20°C and 42°C, while the average nighttime temperature is between 10°C and 30°C. 

Saudi Arabia has two main seasons: a hot and dry summer, and a mild and pleasant winter. Summer months, which typically last from May to September, can reach up to 50°C (122°F) in some parts of the country, particularly in the interior regions. Winter in Saudi Arabia peaks between December and January, however, it can extend up to a month either side. Average temperatures during the season are a comfortable 20 degrees Celsius, but in certain regions, it can drop closer to zero degrees by night. 

Average temperatures for the coolest months, December through February, are 74 °F (23 °C) at Jeddah, 58 °F (14 °C) at Riyadh, and 63 °F (17 °C) at Al-Dammām. Summers, from June to August, are hot, with daytime temperatures in the shade exceeding 100 °F (38 °C) in almost all of the country.

https://www.britannica.com › place

Desert, Arid, Climate - Saudi Arabia - Britannica

This is the US military and remember nitrogen is Anti inflammable. They need to mandate this with gas going into the tire for the US military for filling tires in Saudi Arabia.

Nitrogen can also help with the following:

Reduced wear and tear: Nitrogen causes less wear and tear to the tires than air.

Extended tire life: Nitrogen inflation enhances tire life by reducing the rate of tire wear.

Improved fuel economy: Properly inflated tires deliver the best fuel economy.

Better handling of temperature changes: Nitrogen tire inflation can help your fleet handle temperature changes better than air-filled tires.

Tires can handle high temperatures: Nitrogen-filled tires can handle high temperatures without experiencing significant pressure increases. 

However, some say that nitrogen basically serves no purpose for passenger cars. 

Nitrogen can help reduce the temperature of tires by 20% on average compared to air-filled tires. Nitrogen is dry air without oxygen, which can lead to fewer temperature changes in tires. Nitrogen molecules are also less likely to expand and contract due to temperature changes, which means that nitrogen-filled tires maintain a more consistent pressure than air-filled tires. 

Fuel & Tire Saver Systems

Temperature Changes in Nitrogen-Inflated Tires

Nitrogen Tire Inflation: Better Handling of Temperature Changes. Did you know nitrogen tire inflation can help your fleet handle temperature changes better than air-filled tires? Nitrogen molecules are less prone to expansion and contraction due to temperature changes, which means that nitrogen-filled tires maintain a more consistent pressure than air-filled tires.

[heisenbergshipping]

Shipyard Operations: Yalova Shipyard Agency

Basic Shipyard Operations Planning

Proper maintenance is crucial for bulk carriers to stay safe, efficient, and seaworthiness for over 15 years. In 1993, certain companies ceased offering insurance for ships that did not meet maintenance standards. This indicated a growing recognition of the significance of maintenance standards. Good maintenance involves shipowners and managers providing the necessary resources, competent suppliers, and the crew playing their part.

A good maintenance system ensures tasks are done when needed, making it effective for planned maintenance. It lists all maintenance work and their frequencies. It moves maintenance from a reactive approach to a proactive one, ensuring efficient operation and safety. Moreover, processing the repairs and maintenance according to the requirements of the Classification society of the vessel is vital.

Bulk carriers, like any structure, suffer damage and deterioration over time. These need repairs, especially to holds, ballast tanks, hatch coamings, covers, deck services, machinery, and fittings. Damage should be detected rapidly through inspections, soundings, and examinations. Loud noises, impacts, or vibrations signal the need for prompt investigation.

Assessment of damage involves determining its extent, cause, and consequences, with consideration of the ship's seaworthiness and efficiency. Reporting damage promptly is crucial, and shipowners must report to classification societies any damage or deterioration that may affect a ship's class.

Efficient systems for recording and reporting damage are essential, providing a record of defects, repair details, and completed repairs. Having a comprehensive record helps monitor the ship's condition, identify potential problems, and track repair work. It also ensures that ship's staff receive credit for their repairs and that responsible parties are informed.

Turkish Shipyards: Yalova Ship Case by Yalova Shipyard Agency Heisenberg Shipping

For such cases, there is a need for reliable and cost-effective shipyards where these maintenance and repairs will be done. Turkey is one of the countries that have a large number of shipyard clusters in mainly 2 cities. In these regions, there is a very busy traffic of vessels calling these shipyards for repair and/or maintenance.

These regions are Yalova and Tuzla in Turkey. When it comes to Yalova, there is more than 15 shipyards in the region in different sizes and features. Some of them are capable of handling large vessels such as Panamax and Capesize, some are comparably smaller.

Heisenberg Shipping, a leading Yalova Shipyard agency, has informed us that the main goal in shipyards in Yalova is to increase the export earning figures. According to info received from Heisenberg Shipping, in the first nine months of 2023, Yalova's export figures soared, marking a 102% increase compared to the same period last year, with a total of $623,924,000.

Among the various sectors, shipbuilding led the export rankings in Yalova, with a total export value of $557,871,000. The shipbuilding sector had a huge growth of 132.1% in 2023, earning $307,482,000 in exports, topping the charts.

DryDocking Operations

Drydocking is an infrequent yet significant occurrence for bulk carriers. It takes place every two and a half years by company rules and regulations. This time is a chance to fix and maintain the ship to keep it running well. Thus, meticulous planning is imperative.

For significant tasks requiring substantial resources, such as grit blasting and recoating holds, hatch cover rubber replacement, or extensive deck hydraulic piping renewal, early notification to the head office is crucial. Such extensive work demands budget allocation and may influence the choice of shipyard and the duration of the drydocking.

To communicate the details of necessary work to the head office, employing a repair specification form is highly effective. For major tasks, specifying the quality of grit blasting or rubber replacement is best left to experts who will determine the appropriate materials.

The chief mate of the vessel must provide a concise explanation of the tasks and important details. This includes specifying the locations where grit blasting is required and the number of hatch panels that need new rubber.

In addition to submitting repair specifications for substantial expenses, it's vital for the master and officers to continue recording minor defects, including damage from stevedores. This maintains an up-to-date defect record, which proves invaluable in compiling the drydock specification. The preparation for the next drydock repair list should commence from the moment the vessel exits the drydock.

The procedures surrounding the planning and supervision of a drydocking have been extensively detailed from the ship manager's perspective, focusing on the preparations the ship's staff should undertake. The tasks for this job involve submitting repair specifications. Additionally, you will need to confirm the draft and trim.

During drydock, you will be responsible for organizing any additional work. Another task is listing crew maintenance tasks. It will also be your responsibility to ensure the maintenance of services. Safety is a top priority and you will need to maintain it. Managing ballasting operations is another part of this job.

You will also be responsible for monitoring the progress of the repairs. It is important to recheck the repair list. Inspecting the repair work is another task you will need to complete. Lastly, you will need to oversee the ship readiness during refloating.

Drydocking is an opportunity to repair various parts of the ship. For bulk carriers, the work involved is typically similar to that of other types of ships. This includes inspection and maintenance of rudders, propellers, anchors, cables, valves, and hull cleaning. Additional tasks include recoating the shell plating, renewing cathodic protection, and maintaining leadlines and draft marks.

Within the holds, addressing stevedores' damage is often a substantial undertaking, as is repairing stress fractures in side shell frames, welds, and brackets. The renewal of weakened steelwork in holds and ballast tanks due to excessive corrosion is common during drydocking.

Additionally, it provides an opportunity to flush out heavy sediment deposits from ballast tanks and perform major repairs on deck hydraulic pipework, which is usually required when ships are around eight to ten years old. Renewing hatch rubbers is also a task frequently undertaken during drydocking, although it may be more economically and conveniently handled by a riding squad during ballast voyages.

In conclusion, proper maintenance of bulk carriers is essential for their long-term seaworthiness and efficiency. Drydocking, which occurs every two and a half years, provides a crucial opportunity for extensive repairs and upkeep.

Effective planning, communication, and inspections ensure that the ship remains in top condition. This includes addressing issues in holds and ballast tanks, renewing critical components, and even considering cost-effective options for tasks like hatch rubber replacement.

[arrowstheory]

ARROW THEORY BREEDINGS TS102 part1

start, at, www.kuby.pl in ninety-one languages in chapter TS001. BREEDINGS Part 1 Everyone commits sins and no one is blameless. You stayed even though you could have left. The knife remained beside you. How great is the Breeder you believe has accepted and loved you before you even began to be. Whoever is obedient and submissive will enjoy all worldly goods. Breeding predicts one in a hundred, an adventurous boar who pushes or runs away from the manger into the forest, or better still, to the tram, even though there is no food there and it is stupidly dangerous. And the boar is useless there! But that one in 100, or one in 1000, has the knowledge of what drives him! If he doesn't want to participate in breeding, what then? He neither wants to breed when given to him nor eat when given to him. He would like to go to the stars. He would like to walk slowly along the sandy paths, inhaling the scent of truffles growing just under the sand, just under the hoof. He would like to take a look at the forest with an eye calm and not bloodshot from antibiotics and steroids, the forest and the penetrating rays of the sun stroking the leaves and litter, where a lot of bugs and snails live among the moss and berries. To be free for once in your own forest. Beautiful and real. Admire trees rotten from old age, talk to lizards, be afraid of unfamiliar smells and sounds. be a pig! Dig up the ground looking for roots! Nothing of that! Instead of stars, the concrete atmosphere of a slaughterhouse. Kilograms of colleagues cut into pieces. Breeding effect. The fruit of breeders' thoughts. The result of a sick civilization that does not want to be hunted, absolute fat people sitting comfortably in armchairs.

Who breeds absolute fats? How are they eaten when the breeding reaches its goal? What is the goal? Who marked it and why is it important? Surely the target is invisible to the fat man in the kennel. This is always the case in any type of farming. No grain of truth, however small, is a round ball. This results in humps and exceptions.

Excuse me, can you repeat the name? Breeder of the One and Triple Gods Incorporeal Saints or in the Trinity of Ones. Why are One Gods bred, and what are Absolute Fats for? Excuse me, can you repeat the name? I already told you. Breeder.

In the aquarium, the automatic switch turns off and on the light. The fish light up or go out. Their feelings and thoughts are the breath of unknown and distant worlds. Their dreams have no hook.

The borders of the worlds are visible only when they are overgrown with algae. Today, a woman with a long paintbrush is walking on the railway tracks. They tell her something on a walkie-talkie and she barks back in a metallic voice. He scoops up tar and grease from the aluminum berry container. I mean loose bolts with tar and railway sleepers not filled with gravel. Step by step, he avoids the catastrophe of Europe's fastest train. Step by step, she becomes the short-wave heroine of the rattle of wheels. Because he who has oil in his head goes to the railway.

There the future and the rust of the past touch each other in a rush. They mean as much as the age of steel gave them. Hut whistles have already whistled victories over the deprived of childhood workers' fry. Wide, round mining shovels, called women's butts, have already traversed thousands of tons of coal. The red hot wire was forced through the fillers and became nails with checkered heads.

Today, in the era of rubber-glass, the merits of metal rifles and cannons of giants are not remembered. Stiff steel and stiff people. Rigid collars buttoned high at the neck. Aluminum pots for bitter cereal coffee brewed before dawn gave the warmth of a family hearth. Nobody knew what smectite or germanium was. The intelligentsia and those who wanted to be perceived as such tied thin strips of fabric under the neck, confusing the knot. The checkered shirt was the carrier of the lumberjack's muscles. The white bonnet was held by the lice of a pharmacist named panimagister. The clocks had to run in circles so that there was always zero hour after 10:00. Someone who has not experienced it will never understand its logic. But it was true. In addition, these infinitely distant infinities .... Who came up with it?

Eventually people couldn't deal with it culturally anymore so they diplomatically said: EVERY INFINITY STRIVES TO SOME LIMIT! Isn't it wonderful? It's infinite, and here's the tick, it already has a finite limit! How clever and impenetrable. But it does in the end, on the principle that with 0 we imply 1. And to raise the status of wisdom, let's call the border some dream word. And they invented the word LIMES. So each INFINITY has its LIMES and is thus limited. Some people's wisdom is infinitely limited. And already.

start, at, www.kuby.pl in ninety-one languages in chapter TS001.

[vineandbranchequipment]

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[emeraldbabygirl]

Does anyone write letters to friends anymore? Like pen pals aren’t a thing anymore are they? Now everyone has internet or something so we just message our friends there and I guess in some ways it’s safer that way cause what if the person you’re messaging is one of those creepy people that pretends to be someone else and then if you send letters back and forth they now have your address. And people are just too scared and don’t like telling where they live which isn’t a bad thing btw.

Idk I have friends all over both in the same country as me and other countries and I just kinda like the thought of writing lil letters back and forth like people used to. Minus tying the letter to the leg of a carrier pigeon 😐 bUT! It is faster online messaging and my hand writing is really bad :( I write too fast and then you can’t read anything. Also I don’t think I have anymore stationary that was never something I did really. But just the idea of having cute paper and using colored pens to write with or getting cute stickers and like sending lil attachments like maybe a picture of a pet or printing a meme off the internet and sending it to a friend I love that idea. Of course sometimes postage is expensive ;-;

BUT ALSO cause like for me I have like clothing that is sitting in my closet that doesn’t fit like I bought online and even tho I picked the biggest size I’m just too big for it, like even if I lost weight I couldn’t get the item over my head or around my shoulders so I was just thinking it would be cute to send to a friend if they like it and write a little letter with it :) it’s kinda fun to think about sending gifts to friends back and forth as long as the mail carriers aren’t assholes 😠

On another note when I was super into Exo back in like 2014 I bought so many Exo things on eBay and I still have the stuff and it might be fun to make a post of it sometime. I bought a mouse pad and a really cool mouse that lights up and changes colors when you plug it in and it’s really pretty but not very practical unfortunately and I have some posters too, some from the Nature Republic shooting and I have some themed rings and necklaces AND MY LUHAN HOODIE STILL FITS! And I have a snapback that I wanted cause I thought I was cool omg I was cringe when I was a sophomore :(

Nowadays I have some bracelets made of that rubber stuff with the group name and member names and other types of bracelets and I have a VAV hoodie and a couple of group t-shirts some I bought from Hot Topic, and I have some posters but I don’t think they’re official but I still like them except my Twice poster is either missing Nayeon or Jeongyeon :( and I have a handful of albums and a lil box with all my photo cards that didn’t come in albums, some my sister gave me cause they came in her orders and she didn’t want them or had double. AND I HAVE A CUTE LIL FAN WITH SUNWOO FROM BOYS REPUBLIC 🥺🥺🥺 I LOVE IT SO SO MUCH I LOVE HIM AND UGH I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM. And I also have the monsta x themed toys the nunugom? I think is Shownu’s (I have the shownu one but I’m not sure if it’s called nunugom or not) I have a medium one and a lil keychain that’s on my bag. But anyway I bought a lot of things just cause they reminded me of Exo members lol.

ANYWAY OFF TRACK BUT IDK I think if you really trust your online friends it might be fun to send cute letters back and forth. YOU COULD EVEN MAKE THEM CUTE BRACELETS LIKE EITHER THOSE LOOM BAND THINGS OR CUTE BEADED BRACELETS OMG. I have made a lot of pretty loom bands bracelets (cringe alert: I made one for each member of Exo except tao and chanyeol cause I didn’t have enough bands of the color I wanted but I was like ‘I’m gonna give these to them at a fansign’ 💀) and I have a couple random beads like the pony beads? And some blocks with letters and flat round ones with letters you know those cute bead sets from the 90’s and 2000’s 🥺 omg that would be so cute I love that idea. BUT I ALSO LOVE THE IDEA OF MAKING FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS WITH YOUR FRIENDS Y’ALL I USED TO THINK FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS WERE CHILDISH 😔 BUT FRIENDSHIPS ARE SO WONDERFUL AND WHOLESOME AND MAKING CUTE THINGS FOR YOUR FRIENDS IS REALLY UNDERRATED AND NEEDS TO BE APPRECIATED MORE!

I’m sorry this post flew off the track lmao. Anyway :)

[tooruswhre]

not sure if you're taking requests but-

haikyuu character/s comforting you when you've had a bad day?

i don't really mind which character/s you choose, but i would prefer a sakusa please and thank you. <3

𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐘? - kiyoomi sakusa. 

hi love !! thank you for the request, i’m always taking them <3 i’ll make this just a sakusa one for you. though i’ll branch out and make some for the other boys, eventually.

warnings : it’s fluff :) post-timeskip sakusa , and semi-proofread !

wc : 0.8k

it felt like forever for the day to end when you got home. you seen better days, but today just wasn’t one of them.

by the time you set foot indoors, you dropped your handbag to the wooden floors, a glass breaking into fragments reverberated the hallway. wish you had the energy to care for the nameless article that had broke within the carrier—

something to worry about later you dismiss dragging your feet down the hall, to the nearby bathroom where you stepped foot into the tub, fully clothed, shoes and all. 

sakusa had mentioned earlier that he’ll be arriving later than usual because of the boys need for practice for an upcoming game. to the both your dismay, meant seeing each other less. in the meantime, you lean on the white tiled of the bathroom wall using it as a guide on your way down, taking seat on the floor, the clear rubber mat creating a comfortable cushion for you. 

tugging your legs to your chest with the aid of your jeans and the crescents of your fingers pressing gently on the inner part of your ankle while your head made a home on top of the curve. it’s been a while since you sat in the tub, fully clothed to reflect on your day being that you had sakusa there who let you play with his fascinating black coils of his hair.

now you listen to the sound of the water droplets of the sink faucet just feet above you, making a plink noise as each one hits the dark porcelain base, failing to hold at the ring. you didn’t mind the sound, though, it had given you a kind of tranquility overtime. the silence around the nearby rooms of the apartment was even better— nothing to interrupt your thoughts.

it was until the front door from the other side of the wall opened with the click of the lock, the voice you knew too well registered in your ears, “y/n?” 

you would reply with a strained, ‘ in the bathroom ’ before he headed just that way. 

and there you sat, work attire still attached to your person, he leaned against the frame, bag slung across his shoulder and rested at his hip. he could tell something was wrong with you, either you don’t know how to correctly take a bath or, of course, didn’t have that good of a day.

“ i don’t think that’s how you take a bath,” he conversed after the intervals of silence give him an unsetting feeling in the pit of his stomach. even so, he pulls off the bag setting it on the floor outside the bathroom and his shoes atop of the bag. he tracked up the upon entering, cringing at his shoe design that melted into your smaller ones, “bad day?”

“yep,” 

you phrased popping the p at the end of your singled response. you lifted your head following his figure as he sat on the opposite side of the tub. he seemed as if he was stuck in that position from the limited room he has to extend his sore legs. though he didn’t seem to mind it, “would you like to talk about it?” 

the shake of your head was enough for the corner of his lips to tug downwards. he would usually pester you into giving in, particularly how he would when the two of you initially got together a few years back. but over that time, he learned that can be overwhelming for some— for him even, “okay, but if you want to. i’ll listen.” 

he wasn’t sure if he— or you wanted to be in his arms or the other way around. so he does what he always do, 

“would you like to play with my hair?”

and it gets you every time. a little grin replacing the frown that sported on your lips, nodding your head with it. he stands up, with lead of the his hands pressed to his knees before turning around, his back back pressed gently against your chest. your fingers happily meshing with his soft strands that always captivated you to see the pretty inconsistent curls.

he tries to keep his curls soft and coiled for you, knowing how you find it oddly entertaining to make pigtails and random braids that he has to discover on his wash days.

the player never seemed to mind, regardless of the hassle it was to pick at his hair with the end of one of your pointy combs, or when you put an unnatural amount of gel in his hair to slick it down. it made you happy, and as did it make him.

“can you get the gel and colorful rubber bands— oh the brush and comb too!"

thanks for reading! reblogs, comments and such are always welcome <3

[allcrncthing]

TITLE :: WHAT?

DESCRIPTION :: Flynn gets an unlikely visitor early one morning.

TIME PERIOD :: July, 2012

CHARACTER(S) :: Flynn Aspen, Nick Fury

WORD COUNT :: 1.7k

WARNINGS :: Swearing

NOTE :: This is part one of two in the DON’T RUIN HER mini-series!

It was seven in the morning when knuckles thumped against her apartment door. Flynn shuffled out of her room, rubbing her eyes as she went. God, I hope it’s not Mrs. Baust complaining again. Mrs. Baust was Flynn’s elderly neighbor located on her right. For whatever reason, she didn’t like the redhead; always complaining about stupid shit and trying to her the landlord to kick Flynn out.

She opened the door then nearly slammed it shut. Standing before her was Nick Fury, director of SHIELD. “Can I help you?”

With his one good eye, he looked her up and down. “You know why I’m here. Get important shit and meet me on the roof.”

“Mister, you must be confused.”

Fury scoffed. “Me? Confused? Hurry up and grab your shit, I’ll see you on the roof.” He closed the door for her, leaving a dumbfounded Flynn in his wake.

She pressed her forehead against the cool wood of the door. “How the hell did he find out?” She groaned, agitated. “Christ Flynn, he’s Nick Fury, he always finds out.”

Around three months ago Flynn found out she had powers. She gained them after a chunk of alien tech fell from the sky. Crazy, right? The tech--which was a good sized piece of metal if she was being honest--slammed into the back of her neck, embedding itself in her skin. Flynn could still feel it back there, sometimes rubbing her finger over the weird bump when she was nervous or bored. It must have been from a far-off society that thrived off radiation or something, because these new powers were seemingly radiation based. It was all still very new to Flynn, so she wasn’t 100% sure of anything regarding her abilities.

She trudged back to her room, shrugged off her lavender old lady nightgown, and stepped into bleach-stained grey sweatpants and an oversized I HEART NYC shirt. It was left over from her parents’ visit a while back. Hey, she wasn’t going to get all dolled up for a stranger who told her to “pack up her shit” at seven something in the morning.

Flynn grabbed a duffle bag and filled it with the basics; toiletries, a few pairs of clothes, and chargers for her devices. She hopped whatever Fury wanted with her was quick and easy. Trying to explain her disappearance at work would be a bitch.

Minutes later she appeared on the rooftop, seeing Fury standing off at the ledge, looking off into the distance. “Seen Fallen Soldier recently?”

Her blood ran cold.

Flynn licked her lips, “No.”

“Not after your skirmish in the alley?” He pressed, turning to face her.

Flynn shook her head.

Fallen Soldier was one of HYDRA’s goons. He was a fallen World War I soldier by the name of Dennis Van Dyke. According to what Flynn had read--which may or may not have been on the dark web. . .--HYDRA recently reanimated his once frozen corpse to snuff out anyone with powers. His supposed mission was to kill his target before dragging their body to a local HYDRA lab for testing.

It just so happened that he went after Flynn. Three nights ago while walking home from her shift at work, the corpse struck. He came at her with stinking, peeling flesh and the sharpest bayonet she had ever seen. While he moved at a slow pace, every time he made contact with Flynn she would get knocked over by his force. The fight was her first real power test-run. Flynn discovered she could fly and somehow create fireballs among other things. Going against Fallen Soldier was tiring. So much so she lit him on fire then proceeded to pass out on a nearby rooftop. Flynn was lucky he didn’t find her and kill her in her sleep.

Fury turned back around, facing the sun once more. From his coat pocket he drew a remote. In the sea of buttons he pressed a white one off to the left.

Hundreds of feet in the air floated the SHIELD Helicarrier. Flynn had never seen the beast of an air ship in person before. She only saw pictures of it from the battle in New York.

“Wow,” she breathed, nearly dropping the duffle bag.

“Welcome to your new home.” Fury said, watching as a ramp came down from the helicarrier’s underbelly.

Her brows immediately furred together. “My what?”

“New home! Can’t let you stay down here with that undead bastard looking high-and-low for you.”

Fury walked towards the ramp, taking quick strides. “Hurry up so we can get started on paperwork.”

She scampered after him like a puppy. “Why?”

“You’re just full of questions.”

“Oh no, how dare I question the man who told me to pack up my stuff and follow him.” Flynn groaned.

A look flashed over his face, like she did have a point. “I watched your fight with Fallen Soldier and I liked what I saw. Had to get to you before HYDRA.” Fury pressed another button, opening a door on the carrier’s side.

“Is this a temporary thing?”

“Temporary?” He howled. “Does Tony Stark shop at Walmart?”

“No. . .”

“Well, you have your answer.”

The inside of the helicarrier was bustling with life. Scientists in crisp white lab coats drifted around while armed security members marched from corridor to corridor, looking for any threats. Standing in the middle of that mess was Maria Hill.

The brunette had her arms crossed, eyes focused on Flynn. “How the hell did you get her onboard so quickly?”

Fury chuckled, “I have my ways, Hill.”

Maria rolled her eyes. “Welcome aboard, Aspen.” She held out a hand for a quick shake. “Come with me and I’ll take you for testing. It’s just to make sure your physical health is decent. If not, we have world-class doctors on board.”

“Don’t forget about that paperwork,” hollered Fury, walking away from the two women.

The ladies made eye contact. “The paperwork isn’t much, don’t worry. Most of it’s just new stuff the council requires.” Maria explained, easing Flynn’s mind just a little.

They walked down the hall, heading towards the lab wing.

Walking through the helicarrier was just mind boggling. Each part of the air ship held a certain meaning, and all of them served it well. She passed by a holding cell of lower-level, petty villains sitting inside. Many of which were whining about calling their lawyers. Another section was dedicated to the testing out of weapons. A tall ginger dressed in precautionary armor threw a small, onyx colored orb at a rubber dummy (akin to the ones found in dojos). Upon making contact with the dummy, the circle exploded, wrapping it in two thin but sturdy pieces of white rope. The tester let out an impressed noise and went to scribble something down on the clipboard next to her.

Now, they were in the lab wing. Each scientist aboard the helicarrier had their own designated lab, Maria explained. The one they were heading to belonged to their lead medical examiner, the one they sent all of the new recruits to, Doctor Sierra Warner.

Dr. Warner was a tall black woman with thick dreads dyed light brown almost blonde, pulled into a ponytail atop her head. She greeted the two with a smile, motioning for Flynn to take a seat on the examination table. “Welcome,” she said, voice as sweet as her smile.

“Thank you,” Flynn replied as she hopped onto the table.

“Fury’s newest recruit?” She inquired, eye flitting between Maria and Flynn.

Maria nodded, “Yup.”

The following minutes were taken up by basic tests; ones where Dr. Warner would check Flynn’s reflexes and her eyesight. Pretty standard stuff. Then she kind of went off track. “Fury showed me footage of your. . .fight with David Van Dyke--”

Flynn’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. He has footage of that? “How the hell did he get footage of that?”

Dr. Warner chuckled, “SHIELD has cameras all over New York.”

“God, you guys are like big brother.”

“I like to think we have flashier stuff here,” said Warner. “But as I was saying, Fury showed me your video and I thought it would be smart to use a dosimeter on you; just to check your radiation levels.”

“But why?”

The doctor shrugged, “I just have this gut feeling. Here at SHIELD we developed our own version. Instead of having you hold it, you’ll breathe into it like a breathalyzer. The results come back much faster and more accurately. For whatever reason.” Dr. Warner reached into a desk, and pulled out the SHIELD dosimeter, which did look a lot like a breathalyzer. “You can tell that I didn’t help in the development of this.”

“Who did?” Flynn inquired, grabbing the dosimeter. She brought the tube to her lips, sending a steady stream of air into the piece of tech.

“Dr. Celeste Flores-Rivero.” Warner replied, pulling the dosimeter from her mouth after it beeped, allowing her to know it was done processing the sample it had received. “Before she dropped off the map,” she muttered, observing the data displayed on the dosimeter’s digital screen.

“I’ll tell you later,” Maria whispered, giving Flynn’s shoulder a pat.

Dr. Warner chewed on her bottom lip, eyes flitting from Flynn to the dosimeter. “Flynn, I’ve never seen numbers like this before.” She rubbed at her chin, face full of uncertainty. “You’re as radioactive as Chernobyl. Hell, I didn’t even know that was possible.”

“Me?” She pressed the tip of her finger right in the middle of her chest. “Me? Flynn Aspen me?”

She nodded, “Yes.”

Flynn’s fingers went right to the back of her neck, feeling the foreign object just below her skin. “What will happen then?” God, I should’ve just stayed in my fucking room.

Dr. Warner wheeled her chair over to Flynn, resting two gloved hands on her knee caps. “We’ll figure something out. We’ve dealt with the Hulk, we can deal with some radiation. For the moment we’ll keep doing tests and then figure out what our next steps are. Some of the most brilliant minds are here, we’ll find a way to help you cope.”

She let out a heavy sigh, deflating a little bit. “Okay, yeah, that’ll work.”

[handeaux]

How Automobiles Chased Cincinnati’s Pedestrians Onto The Sidewalks

In 1920, Cincinnati was not yet an automobile town. Just 10 years later, the motor car ruled, the city splurged on parkways and highways, and pedestrians were confined to crosswalks and sidewalks.

The transition was not easy or simple. Before 1920, Cincinnati’s streets were crowded with people on foot, crossing wherever was most convenient, even stopping in the middle of the street to chat. Horse-drawn carriages and wagons hauled passengers and freight. The most common motorized vehicles were the electric street cars, and they were confined to their tracks. The automobile changed all that.

Horse-drawn vehicles and electric streetcars killed a fair number of people, but the motor car quickly notched more than a hundred fatalities and many more injuries every year. As early as 1917, Cincinnati tried to negotiate a truce between foot traffic and motor traffic. New laws went into effect that year. Automobiles could go no faster than 8 miles per hour in the business district and 15 miles per hour in residential districts. In return, pedestrians were restricted to sidewalks and crosswalks. Among the first arrested was Miss Ella Bright of 538 Howell Avenue, Clifton, a teacher at Woodward High School. Miss Bright did not care for the attitude of the city policeman who accosted her. According to the Cincinnati Enquirer [7 June 1917]:

“She declared she had been upbraided unduly by an officer because she crossed the street in a manner which was a violation of the traffic laws after alighting from a street car.”

In August of that year, Mrs. John Mongan, 4217 Glenway Avenue, Price Hill, was arrested for striking a police officer who grabbed her arm as she executed a “Dutch Cut” (diagonal jaywalking) across the intersection at Sixth & Race.

Fatalities continued to mount and motorists generally ignored the speed limits seemingly designed to control horses rather than gasoline-powered vehicles. In June 1922, an “Initiative Committee” announced that it would begin to gather signatures to place on the next ballot an ordinance requiring all automobiles operating within the city limits of Cincinnati to be equipped with a “mechanical speed regulating device.” These “governors” would physically prohibit an equipped vehicle from traveling more than 25 miles per hour.

The “Initiative Committee,” chaired by attorney Eli G. Frankenstein, included Fred Dryer, a railroad employee; George Lishawa, auditor of the Cincinnati, Hamilton & Dayton Railroad; Eugene Schaefer, president of the Schaefer Rubber Company; and J.F. Walton, letter carrier for the Post Office. Not listed as a member of the committee, but later revealed as the only donor to the initiative was Wyoming resident Walter F. Pentlarge, president of the United States Bung Manufacturing Company.

None of the committee members made public statements about their motivation, but it is possible to see the railroad men bemoaning the loss of passengers to motor cars, and the mailman likely resented the danger presented by automobiles along his route.

Walter Pentlarge is a curious case, because he, himself, was one of those dangerous drivers the proposed ordinance was aimed at. In 1915, Mr. Pentlarge was driving down Linn Street when he struck a 4-year-old boy who had darted into the street. The boy, only slightly injured, was ruled at fault. From whatever motivation, Mr. Pentlarge contributed the entire $1,392.66 budget to promote the speed regulator ordinance.

Unfortunately, 2,200 individuals, including some large corporations, donated $7,365.50 toward the Citizens’ Campaign Committee to oppose the initiative. Lined up in opposition was the Chamber of Commerce, the Academy of Medicine, the Businessmen’s Club, the Central Labor Council, and seemingly every civic organization in town. Realtors predicted property values would plummet. Insurance executives claimed rates would soar. The manager of Cincinnati’s Fall Festival (predecessor to Oktoberfest) predicted no one from out of town would drive into Cincinnati anymore.

Ignoring the business and financial prophecies, supporters of the ordinance framed it as a matter of life and death:

“Fellow voters, this ordinance is a serious piece of business. Your vote may mean your life. The passage of this measure may mean the lives of your children. It is non-partisan. We have no ax to grind. We have no politicians to please. We want to make Cincinnati safe for Cincinnatians!”

The anti-ordinance crowd dragged out a bonafide politician, Congressman Alfred G. Allen, who declared the proposed legislation absurd:

“There is not the least doubt in my mind but that it would, when taken into the courts, be ruled upon as being an unreasonable ordinance and for that reason unenforceable.”

While the pro-ordinance side bought economical quarter-page advertisements, their well-funded opponents splashed their message across expensive full-page spreads, condemning the speed governor as a barrier to progress:

“The loss of business to Cincinnati will be enormous, for the ordinance builds a wall around the city excluding every motor car from entering unless equipped with a governor. It will isolate the city and make Cincinnati the butt of national ridicule.”

Most importantly, the opponents noted, speed governors were useless going downhill, when the driver could shift into neutral and coast at the highest speeds his wheels would allow.

It was hardly surprising that the proposal died at the ballot box. Only 14,012 voters supported the ordinance, while 92,427 opposed.

That year, Cincinnati recorded 103 automobile fatalities. By 1929, the annual toll had risen to 157 deaths caused by motor vehicle accidents. In 1934, Cincinnati logged 201 traffic deaths. (By comparison, 64 people died due to automobile accidents in Cincinnati last year.)

[greatworldwar2]

• Panzer 38(t)

The Panzerkampfwagen 38(t), originally known as the ČKD LT vz. 38 was a tank designed during the 1930s, and developed in Czechoslovakia. It saw extensive use in World War 2.

The Panzer 38(t) was a conventional inter-war tank design, with riveted armour. The armour varied in thickness from 10 mm to 25 mm in most versions. Later models (Ausf. E on) increased this to 50 mm by bolting on an additional 25 mm armour plate to the front portion of the hull. The sides received an additional 15 mm increase of armour from Ausf. E production runs onward. The two-man turret was centrally located, and housed the tank's main armament, a 37 mm Skoda A7 gun with 90 rounds of ammunition. In addition, a 7.92 mm machine gun was in a ball mount to the right of the main gun. This machine gun could be trained on targets independently of the main gun, or coupled to the main gun for use as a conventional coaxial machine gun. The driver was in the front right of the hull, with the radio operator seated to the driver's left. The radio operator manned the hull-mounted 7.92 mm machine gun in front. Minor adjustments, such as adjustable seats for the driver and firmer footing for the commander/gunner and loader, were provided in German service. A total of 2,550 rounds were carried for the bow and turret machine guns. The driver could also fire the hull machine gun with a trigger fitted on the left tiller bar. In German service, a loader position was added to the turret by reducing the ammunition capacity by 18 rounds. All future Panzer 38(t) tanks were rebuilt according to this specification and those already in service were modified accordingly. The engine was mounted in the rear of the hull and powered the tank through a transmission at the front of the hull with five forward gears and one reverse gear. The track ran under four rubber-tired road wheels and back over a rear idler and two track return rollers. The wheels were mounted on a leaf-spring double-bogie mounted on two axles.

In 1935, the Czechoslovak tank manufacturer ČKD was looking for a replacement for the LT-35 tank they were jointly producing with Škoda Works. The LT-35 was complex and had shortcomings, and ČKD felt there would be orders both from the expanding Czechoslovak army and for export. ČKD decided to use a leaf-spring suspension with four large wheels for their new tank with an export success under the name "TNH". With small variations for each customer, 50 were exported to Iran, 24 each to Peru and Switzerland, Lithuania also ordered some. The British Royal Armoured Corps (RAC) had one trial model delivered on March 23rd, 1939 to Gunnery School at Lulworth. A report stated that "the (bow) gunner could not sit back comfortably as the wireless set was in the way of his left shoulder". The report also stated that, due to the shudder while the vehicle was on the move, it was impossible to lay the gun. As a result, the British did not purchase the LT-35 and the trial model was returned.

In the fall of 1937, the Czechoslovak Armed Forces launched a contest for a new medium tank; Škoda, ČKD and Tatra competed. Škoda Praga submitted the existing joint production export model mentioned above. ČKD also entered a prototype separate from the above, the interesting V-8-H (later called the ST vz. 39), which proved to have numerous mechanical problems. Tatra, known mostly for its smaller, wheeled armoured cars, submitted a paper entry that was a very novel concept that completely changed the layout of a tank, which concept they patented in 1938. On July 1st, 1938, Czechoslovakia ordered 150 of the TNHPS model, although none had entered service by the time of the German occupation. After the takeover of Czechoslovakia, Germany ordered continued production of the model as it was considered an excellent tank, especially compared to the Panzer I and Panzer II that were the Panzerwaffe's main tanks during the outset of WWII. It was first introduced into German service under the name LTM 38; this was changed in January 1940 to Panzerkampfwagen 38(t). The relatively small turret of the Panzer 38(t) was incapable of mounting a cannon powerful enough to defeat more heavily armoured tanks such as the T-34, so production of the Pz. 38(t) halted in June 1942 when more than 1,400 had been built. Other examples of the Pz. 38(t) were also sold to a number of other Axis nations, including Hungary (102), Slovakia (69), Romania (50), and Bulgaria (10).

The main advantages of the Panzer 38(t), compared to other tanks of the day, were a high reliability and sustained mobility. In one documented case, a regiment was supplied with tanks driven straight from the factory in 2.5 days instead of the anticipated week, without any mechanical breakdowns. In the opinion of the crews, the drive components of the Pz. 38(t) - engine, gear, steering, suspension, wheels and tracks - were perfectly in tune with each other. The Pz. 38(t) was also considered to be very easy to maintain and repair. After production of the Pz. 38(t) ceased, the chassis was used for tank destroyer designs, which were produced in greater numbers than the original Pz. 38(t). From 1942–1944, about 1,500 examples of the Marder III model were produced. It was replaced by the Jagdpanzer 38(t), based on a modified Panzer 38(t) chassis, of which approximately 2,800 were produced. The Panzer 38(t) chassis was also the basis for an anti-aircraft gun carrier, the Flakpanzer 38(t), of which about 140 were produced.

The Panzer 38(t) performed well in the invasion of Poland in 1939 and the Battle of France in 1940. It was better armed than the Panzer I and Panzer II tanks. It was on a par with most light tank designs of the era, although it was unable to effectively engage the frontal armour of medium, heavy and infantry tank designs. It was also used in the German invasion of the Soviet Union from 1941 onwards in German and Hungarian units, but was outclassed by Soviet tanks such as the T-34. Some ex-German units were issued to the Romanians in 1943, after the loss of many of the Romanian R-2 tanks. By then, it had become largely obsolete, though the chassis was adapted to a variety of different roles with success. Notable variations include the Sd.Kfz. 138 Marder III mobile anti-tank gun, the Sd.Kfz. 138/1 Grille mobile howitzer, Flakpanzer 38(t) and the Jagdpanzer 38(t) "Hetzer" tank destroyer. The German tank commander Otto Carius, who was credited with over 150 'kills', described an action in a 38(t) in July 8th, 1941: "It happened like greased lightning. A hit against our tank, a metallic crack, the scream of a comrade, and that was all there was! A large piece of armour plating had been penetrated next to the radio operator's seat. No one had to tell us to get out. Not until I had run my hand across my face while crawling in the ditch next to the road did I discover that they had also got me. Our radio operator had lost his left arm. We cursed the brittle and inelastic Czech steel that gave the Russian 47mm anti-tank gun so little trouble. The pieces of our own armour plating and assembly bolts caused considerably more damage than the shrapnel of the round itself."

The above report highlights the reason why the 38(t) was pulled out of front lines in favour of heavier Panzer III, IV and StuG IIIs. Panzer 38(t) continued to serve after 1941 as a reconnaissance vehicle and in anti-partisan units for some time. Several captured examples were refitted with Soviet DTM machineguns and employed by the Red Army. At the start of Operation Barbarossa, the Germans found Soviet T-34 tanks to be superior, as the German 37 mm Pak36 anti-tank gun proved incapable of penetrating the T-34's armour. To neutralize the T-34, the Germans mounted a captured Soviet 76.2mm gun on the chassis of the 38(t) model as a stop-gap measure and called it the "Marder III". Crews of early Marder III models fought exposed on top of the engine deck. Efforts to provide Marder III crews with more protection eventually lead to the Hetzer design.

The T-38 was the local designation for the wartime deliveries of Panzer 38(t)s from Germany to Romania in 1943. T-38 served with the forces operating in Kuban. within 2nd Tank Regiment and later the 54th Company attached to the HQ and the cavalry corps in Kuban and Crimea. T-38 tanks were still in action with the 10th Infantry Division and Cavalry Divisions in 1944. In the Slovak Army, this tank received designation LT-38. Because of the first series of the LT-38 was not finished in March 1939 and as it was seized by Nazi Germany, the army of the Slovak State, a German ally in the Polish and Soviet campaigns, initially had only LT-35 tanks. In 1940 Slovak Army ordered 10 tanks, which were used in Operation Barbarossa. Two tanks were destroyed, other 8 tanks later returned to Slovakia. After that, Slovak Army ordered another 27 tanks, and when Germans started withdrawing Panzer 38(t) tanks, Slovak Army received another 37 tanks from Germany. 13 tanks of this type were used by slovak insurgents during the Slovak National Uprising in 1944.

[anandsystems]

How Radio technology works and What are the applications of radio remote control?

Radio waves are used to control any type of equipment and machines wirelessly, such kind of a control system is called a Radio Remote Control.

 Here is the detailed information on how radio technology works? 

The signal transmitted or received by the antenna

If the transmitter transmits the signal or the receiver picked up the signal, a bandpass filter allows only desired frequency and attenuates the other frequency signal. While Radio waves passing through an air medium, there are many different RF waves are present so, the antenna tuned the required frequency and receives the specific signal. For selecting the length of the antenna, the formula is

                                 λ = c/f

            where λ = wavelength

                      C = Speed of light

                       F = desired frequency

 Now, we see the applications of crane wireless remote control

The remote radio control is used in different applications. The control panel used in various cranes such as

• EOT Cranes

• Electric Hoist

• Gantry Crane

• Goliath crane

• Mobile Crane

• Tower Crane

 EOT Cranes: 

EOT stands for Electric Overhead crane. It is the most common type of overhead crane remote control system called a bridge crane. EOT crane control panel operated by crane pendant with the help of electricity. EOT cranes lift load up to 500 tones with 60 meters span.

Electric Hoist: 

An electric hoist is an appliance used to lift or move heavy or light equipment. Hoist crane wireless remote control is used for lifting the crane and avoid the accident. Electric hoists are available in different types.

Gantry Crane: 

To lift extremely heavy objects then a gantry crane is a great option. Gantry cranes are mainly used in shipbuilding because of its handle very large engines and parts. It is the type of overhead crane control with a single girder or double girder configuration. 

Goliath Crane:

Goliath crane is similarly an overhead crane that has a single girder or double girder establishment and it is supported by separate legs that move on along the track. These cranes are used in outdoor applications.

Mobile Crane: 

A Mobile crane is a wired-controlled crane with a lifting capacity of up to 160 tones. These cranes are mounted on crawler or rubber tire carriers. This type of crane can move to different locations very easily.

Tower Crane: 

Tower crane remote control is used in civil construction sites. It handles the heavy materials, tools related to construction. All the self-erecting tower cranes are remote controls. Most of the construction sites prefer remote control cranes to avoid accidents and safety purposes.

 Anand Systems manufactures crane wireless remote control for customers’ safety. We build for safe wireless operation for any kind of machinery. The best crane remote control is manufactured by Anand Systems Engineering Pvt. Ltd. It is reliable and customizable According to the crane. You can buy from https://www.anandcontrol.in/radio-remote-control/anand-remote.html

[themissingmarvel]

Kind Regards, Detective [Part 5] -Prelude to Deepest Sympathies

(I don’t usually trigger warn or content warn, but this might be a triggering chapter. I’m including the Reader’s Drabble I wrote a little while back as recommended reading prior to this, [Drabble 2] but if it’s hard to read about family death then maybe avoid it. This chapter was hard, but important. And I think sets up a truly important dynamic. I’m a slow-burn romantic kind of lady, and I wanted their relationship to be powerful and important, not just one of lust. Or even basic attraction. I needed it to be human. Anyway I liked writing it, and feedback is always appreciated and loved and treasured ((i seriously reread any feedback and comments)) and as always, ask to be tagged or removed from tagging.

Pairing: Detective Loki x fbi!Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Death, emotional anguish, PTSD flashbacks, language)

Catch up: [Part 1] // [Part 2] // [Drabble] // [Part 3] // [Part 4] // [Drabble2]

She didn’t sleep last night, which was no surprise. She had spent much of the night awake and poring over documents and cataloged pieces. Her own theories had been spun and while some might have felt outlandish in her head, she understood that this was an outlandish case. It had been hard enough to put on those headphones and let herself fall into a trance. Remember her sister. But not directly. She remembered remembering. Buying that damn CD she would play over and over. Peter Gabriel was her sister’s favorite, not that she’d ever tell anyone. Neither would. Her sister touted her love for System of a Down and Trust Company back when those bands made you cool.

For years after her sister passed she had found the only thing that felt vaguely satisfying was leaving that CD on her sister’s grave. And when CDs started becoming scarce, she had spent a few hundred dollars on Amazon buying all of the CDs she could find with that song on it. She’d be damned if she ever missed a single anniversary. Never went on the day of her passing, though. No. That felt sacrilegious. She went on her sister’s birthday, played the song on her headphones, along with a few others, but Heroes was the one that she played most. It was the one she’d leave behind after telling her how her parents had finally divorced, or how her dad had been ‘thinking’ about retiring again. For the hundredth time. Or how she’d been accepted as an Agent and two weeks ago, about how she was feeling so fucking lost.

But memories of memories are easier to put away, and much like her locker that held Detective Loki, her sister’s, much more ornate and much larger, she put those memories of memories away.

Her bag was hanging off her form lazily and her hair was done just enough to be presentable. By no means was she falling apart, but she was working. Working hard meant she lost focus on other parts of herself. It meant she had zeroed in on certain aspects of the case. Like how all of the individuals abducted had been on the same phone carrier, Radius, or how the TV was a model made by the company Source that had been discontinued three years ago, but at the time had been beyond revolutionary. Even now it was considered brilliant. She had found no traces of the nerve agent were discovered at the scene which meant they were probably injected with the pure form. Which meant someone had a lot of it.

Her theories meant that this man was not just dangerous but he had resources. He had access to things that people shouldn’t have access to and maybe he worked with Radius? Had access to their systems? The generator powering the church had been a Source item as well, meaning both were connected. Who used Source and Radius?

The precinct was still somewhat quiet, at 8am, slightly later than yesterday. Shift change had taken place and the detectives were still filtering in. Except for Detective Loki who was hunched at his desk, a long sleeved, form fitting black shirt on his form and black pants hanging off his hips. He looked sleek. Dangerous, even. She could see how someone might fall for someone like him.

Placing her bag down in the conference room, having actually remembered her coffee traveler this time, she glanced up as one of the cops walked in with a box, “Agent Y/L/N, this was left here about an hour ago for you. UPS dropped it off.”

The 2-PAM. She smiled and took it, “Thanks. Kind of nice when things work out like they’re supposed to for once,” she chuckled, curious why the box was so damn light.

The officer left and Y/N looked down, noticing that the label wasn’t stamped ‘FBI’ and in fact the sender name was absent, save for an address in Pennsylvania that didn’t look familiar. Maybe not the FBI?

Her heart suddenly began to race, carefully putting the box down as she looked to the side, seeing Detective Loki still hunched over. The man was on a mission.

Reaching behind herself she withdrew the small switchblade she kept tucked into her waist line, the one that no one ever saw. That was small. Cold and awkward at times but useful. Like now.

Why did this feel like defusing a bomb?

The blade clicked and she carefully began to open the box. She was aware it didn’t matter anymore who touched it, or if she damaged it. She knew whatever was inside the box was key. And with a final tug, the lid opened and she peered inside.

Time stopping had always felt like kind of an exaggeration to Y/N. How does time even ‘stop’? What, does the world freeze? Well, it did.

Staring inside the box she could see the face of a man she knew well, a man who cradled her soul and her heart and sang brilliant love songs to her, who had kept her connected to her sister, even in death. The black CD cover with two red forms on it, her sister claimed them red blood cells but said they looked like rose petals.

Her hand was surprisingly steady as she picked up the note inside, reading the immaculate cursive written on some kind of specialty papyrus paper, “My deepest sympathies, Agent. Your triumph through tragedy only enhances your beauty.”

And with that, she ran for the plastic trash bin nearby and fell to it, retching hard as she threw up the entire contents of her breakfast, causing the box, the note, and the Peter Gabriel CD with Heroes on it to tumble to the floor.

Immediately David heard the noise and jumped, running inside the room as the precinct suddenly jumped to life, turning to take in the scene. The note, CD, and box were on the floor and Y/N was kneeling by the small, cheap plastic trash bin puking.

“What the fu-” David was almost able to spit the words out before a strangely animalistic sound came from her lips, screaming into the bin that she had already emptied the contents of her stomach into.

The world grew quiet as the scream died down, leaving Y/N on her knees with her eyes closed, knuckles white as she gripped the bin as though it were the only thing keeping her alive right now. Stable. Present. Here.

“Get me gloves and bags for the items, now!” David yelled out, to no one in particular as he knelt by the woman in a kind of distress he didn’t know a person could experience from a simple box, “Hey, talk to me, what happened? Are you OK?”

Her face snapped, wiping her lips as she glared, “Do I look OK to you, Detective? Do I fucking look OK?” Her voice was raised, though not yelling.

Snapping back David glared, “Do we need to decontaminate the room? Is there anything infectious?” He looked at her seriously.

Taking a breath her eyes pulled away, “No. No chemicals. But it’s toxic none the less.”

Her voice was quiet as she spoke the words, closing her eyes and trying to forget what she had just seen. Experienced. Felt in her gut. Her soul had been torn forth in that moment and the timing of the CD was so tragically horrifying. For a brief moment of paranoia she wondered if perhaps someone had been able to access her personal phone, heard what she was listening to. The artist. The song.

Getting up rather quickly, Y/N stumbled slightly as she made her way through the people that had clustered, watching as two other detectives came rushing forward with evidence collecting items. Forensics would get it. They’d dust it for fingerprints and they would come up with hers, the delivery driver’s, the handlers at the warehouse… maybe a dozen people. And none would be the culprits. David would direct people to track the package and they would. They’d track it to some nondescript location where cameras weren’t installed and it’d been paid for with cash. She knew it like she knew the songlist on that CD.

Heading for the door of the precinct her head felt light, woozy, and she was struggling for something stable. Something to keep her grounded. Even as she threw open the doors of the building, those glass doors lined with metal, solid as hell, heavy as fuck, she ran out into the bitter air, feeling the cold devour her skin.

More.

She didn’t realize it but she was running now, into the parking lot, David not far behind, though he didn’t exist right now. Her sister’s smile was there, a true memory in its purest form, the smile she had wanted to see last night but didn’t want tainted and tied to this psychopath now.

Unthinking and perhaps uncaring, her hands grabbed at the hem of her sweater, pulling it up and over her head, tossing it to the ground of the parking lot filled only with cars, otherwise without a soul. The air was frigid as it enveloped her and tore her from reality. She gasped as the item fell, leaving her in her form-fitted white t-shirt and jeans alone, able to see her breath as she felt it stopping her from hyperventilating, the cold burning her skin, tearing at her and pulling her out of this other reality.

Once, during training, she had been shot. Not with a real bullet, of course, but shot none the less. A rubber bullet the academy insisted they feel the impact of to know what they might use in certain circumstances. And, perhaps, be prepared for since it’d be similar to a bullet hitting a bulletproof vest. The bullet had been fired by some complete and utter asshole Thomas Engleson, a man who didn’t think women could hack it. He shot her in the ribcage, instead of the stomach. He hit her directly. Not indirectly. And of course he was excused for it.

The pain of the shot had been incredible but she had gritted her teeth and taken it in. A cracked rib meant she was out for a bit, but it didn’t actually stop her. She kept training. Moving. Not exacerbating the damage but doing just enough to keep going. But the pain of that moment had been etched into her body’s memory.

This hurt worse.

Her skin was covered in goosebumps from the cold, beginning to shiver as she stood, perhaps for ten minutes, David standing behind her as he looked at her. This woman unshaken by so much, who had taken in twelve dead bodies and kept going, who took information meant to terrify and had kept pushing. Whatever had been in that note, in that box, had been meant just for her on a level those notes for David never touched.

It felt like an ache, standing in the cold as he watched the woman he had found himself so fond of suddenly pushing out the entire world as though it might infect her. He wanted to grab her sweater, wrap her in it, and pull her close. He’d swear to god he’d get the guy. And he would, even if he didn’t tell her that. He swore as he watched her, that finding this man would be his only task. He wouldn’t sleep. Wouldn’t eat. This was Dover and Birch, but now he was the onve involved. His own life was on the line.

“Do you ever wonder what it feels like to die, David?” The words were loud enough for him to hear, the wind suddenly picking up as she stared ahead to the road leading into the precinct, fairly empty though cars scattered about, the day cloudy and bitter.

He took a moment to consider it. He had. He had wondered once, when the kid in his backseat was frothing at the mouth, if maybe he prayed hard enough her poison would go into his body. He could take it, he thought. Better let the child live. He had seen enough, “Yes.” He answered simply. Now was not the time for banter.

A sort of dark chuckle left her lips, “I used to wonder what it might be like to die. After my sister was killed, I thought it was the only thing left that could actually scare me. The world couldn’t hurt me any more than it did when I was seventeen. I didn’t want to die, I still don’t, but I knew I could face that fear.

“But now? God, David… I wish I was fucking dead.” She fell to her knees so suddenly it caught David by surprise, running to her as he grabbed her sweater, saying ‘fuck it’ to the world as he wrapped his arms around her, pressing her body to his as he tried to finagle a way to keep her sweater on her as well.

No sobs or cries escaped her lips as her body went lax, falling against him as she wondered, perhaps, if maybe just giving in to this would be best. This felt so goddamn dramatic, and maybe it was, but for good reason. This man had found out one of her most intimate details of her life and sent it to her in a box. He had delivered to her a piece of her, and what scared her most was the fact that this man, this murderer, thought he was showing some sort of deranged compassion.

Time seemed to stop and David was grateful for the fact that they were far enough away, and behind most of the cars in the lot, that the world wouldn’t see them like this. He could smell the free, nondescript shampoo offered by the hotel, unsurprised that she wasn’t doused in perfume. But she did smell of something. Her own personal brand of herself. Pushing back some of her hair he spoke, “You can’t go anywhere yet. You can’t possibly trust me to finish this case by myself,” he grinned, stopping himself from pressing his lips against her head.

Chuckling, despite her desire not to, she shook her head, “I sure as hell don’t expect you to solve this alone. You need my theories, Detective Loki. I came up with a bunch last night.” It was tragic in a way, how fast she was working to compartmentalize. Whoever it was that had sent her the letter had done a bang-up job scaring the shit out of her. He had opened the locker that held her sister and emptied the contents without permission. But Y/N was cleaning it up. She was fixing it. In her mind she was already putting herself and all those pieces back together.

Looking confused David pulled away slightly, “Don’t you think you should go get coffee or something? Take a- Ah, fuck, who am I kidding. You’re not listening to me, are you?”

The ghost of a smile crept onto her lips as she raised an eyebrow, looking at David now, “Not really. And I mean, what’s stopping going to do? We both know I’m invested. He… he may have targeted you and those other detectives, and honed onto you, but with me… I’m a happy accident. He picked me. I don’t want to be another body in a church, David,” her eyes changed as she looked at him, suddenly fragile and vulnerable, opening her heart to this man. Detective. The one holding her in the parking lot of the precinct while both tried to put together what they just went through.

Stroking her cheek lightly David whispered, “And you won’t be. You’re gonna get up, put your sweater on, and go back inside. And when everyone looks at you, or asks if you’re OK, you’re not gonna smile or fake it, you stare at them. Through them. None of them matter now. Not a single soul inside. We’re gonna find this asshole, and we’re gonna stop him. Now get up.”

He pulled away, nothing truly romantic in the gesture but one that broke her just the same. They were words that felt charged with something more than a pep talk, but instead felt like a true demand. David understood she wasn’t some person who just fell over because they were pushed. She’d stumble. She’d fall. And he knew she could get right back up and go back to bat. And as she stood, David doing the same, he watched her eyes as she put the sweater on. Something had changed, briefly, something else. Something oddly dark that he couldn’t put his finger on, but understood she perhaps needed. The same thing he had needed in his time.

Turning her back to him, Y/N made her way back towards the precinct, her feet marching with purpose, her eyes focused, laser focused, as she understood what this was. This man chose people. Always. He had a reason and a purpose and it was never an accident. He had found the CD she brought to her sister’s grave (though she suspected it wasn’t the same one), he had written a detailed note, and he had found the one thing in this world she was still so very vulnerable to.

Now she was going to find him.

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