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bolters-and-rivets · 1 year

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I'm probably going to build a micro garden reailway in the near future, but first let me explain to the non-railfans who follow me what a garden railway even is because I need to infodump about something.

What is a Garden Railway?

Put it simply, a garden railway is a blend of two otherwise seperate hobbies, railway modelling and gardenning.

Typically, railway modelling is about the persuit of historical and technical realism on a small scale with regards to anything involving steel-wheeled vehicles running on steel rails. That said there are those who simply run trains straight from the packaging on track placed straight on the floor and that's fine.

With a garden railway, the focus shifts away from an almost sterile realism towards a more impressionist's view of a railway running through a landscape, whith emphasis on the landscape being alive.

more than anything I think it's about embracing the joy of enjoying one's hobbies in the great outdoors

So how am I, a queer, unemployable person on benefits going to build a garden railway, especially when all the examples I've used are so grand and spacious?

let me tell you about a little something called scale and gauge

out of the diagram above, Gauge 1 (1:32 scale/45mm track) is the most popular size for garden railways, both historically and current. O scale (1:43 scale/32mm track) is probably the second most popular, being the smallest practical scale for live steam, that's real working steam engines on a sminiature scale.

OO scale (1:76 scale/16.5mm track) the most popular scale all around in the UK, has a fringe use in garden settings, but can create some spectacular scenes if sweeping views of main line cuttings and embankments are your thing.

I'm going with OO scale, but I'm not modelling standard gauge, instead I'm using a narrow gauge standard called OO9. that is to say 1:76 scale trains running on 9mm track, for a scale track gauge of about 2 foot 3 inches (686mm).

a 6 foot by 2 foot raised planter will be all I need for a sizable circuit of track with a branchline and two stations, there's also space to play with hight by having the branchline finish at a lower level than the main running line. the first image is the planter I have lined up, the second image is the rough track plan I've made so far, using the theoretical maximum inside dimensions of the planter as the space I've got to work with.

I already have one starter pack of OO9 track, which contains a full loop and a bunch of straight sections plus a couple of points, which is a decent portion of the costs taken care of. The planter itself is £100, which is also affordable for me.

The unknown for me at this time is what plants to use. It'll probably be figured out as I go but I'm drawn towards alpines because small trains should run through small plants, however I also want flowering plants to encourage pollonators in the city I live in.

I'm also drawn to the idea of a small pond situated by the end of the branchline with the main circuit running directly over the water via a trestle bridge. I'm tempted to look at aquatic plants to help take care of the water but I need to do more research on this front.

all going well I should be able to start work on this after september, and unlike other projects I intend to see this through to the end.

#Nova's micro garden railway #I just wanna see my tiny trains running among tiny plants #I have a list of abandoned projects a mile long so I hope I can make a start on this

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blue-eyes-and-charm · 6 months

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Getting back to my "watching everything Matt Bomer has ever been in" attempt. It's been a while since I've checked some of these for streaming so I'm not guaranteeing that they're still there. Yesterday I binged Fellow Travelers and today I watched Maestro.

Things I've Seen Matt Bomer In

Ken | Magic Mike | Movie | 2012 | Max | Watched

Ken | Magic Mike: XXL | Movie | 2015 | Max | Watched

Ken | Magic Mike’s Last Dance | Movie | 2023 | Max

#Matt Bomer

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athingofvikings · 3 months

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A Thing Of Vikings Chapter 76: A Grand Tour

Chapter 76: A Grand Tour

The early Dragon Mail stations were an earnest and generally successful effort in standardization; Haddock and Ingerman explicitly acknowledged the degree to which their designs were inspired by the Imperial Roman Castrum system of standardized layouts. Having experimented with the design in the earliest mail stations in the Alban Isles and Norway, Haddock and his initial construction expedition were able to build the mainland continental stations extremely quickly, typically completing each within a matter of days. Once the physical stations were built, the local merchant partnerships would take over with maintenance, staffing, and other logistical needs.

These early stations, while they had their problems, were generally well-designed, featuring a landing platform on the roof, housing for the staff, temporary quarters for dragons and riders, resting and feeding stations for the dragons, and mail intake and output offices. Due to space requirements, they were initially built outside of the local city walls or municipal limits, but quickly accrued settlement in their immediate vicinity, as additional shops and services found the traffic going to and from the mail station to be a natural draw.

—Corpus Historiae Berkiae, 1396

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#a thing of vikings #httyd #how to train your dragon #alternate history #historical fiction

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vickozone · 9 months

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The Magnus Archives

-S2 Notes-

I had a lot more to say on this season apart from the first. (I find some of them funny, like Ep 78)

An animatic may or may not be coming soon.

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Handwriting translated below:

{ Note: Magnus was the last name of the man that discovered Arsenic, a lethal poison } [I am not sure what this proves, but I found it interesting]

#41 Jon explores the caves, makes own statement

#42 Crazed band causing ppl to off themselves + Martin is suspicious

#43 Police order and fire guy identified (ep. 12?) Jon rizzed cop into getting tapes

#44 circus again, Gertrude’s tape

#45 Malaria doctors (rather similar to Jane scenario), also, Jon has photos of Tim… antique guy

#46 Book guy, Michael Crew, rain smell (ep. 18)

#47 MICHAEL STABBED JON!? OMG WHY DID I FIND IT HOT?? (Ep. 53, 5 stitches??)

#48 person lost in non-human crowd. I trust Elias.

#49 More meat. … Still trust Elias

#50 Smirk, again, and Tim thinks Jon is banging a cop. People keep moving to New Zealand.

#51 Simon Fairchild in the ocean + not!Sasha is going to a… wax museum??

#52 weird, strong inmate. Not!Sasha boyfriend? (omg. Tim.)

#53 Another archive. Martin is such a sweetheart.

#54 Taxidermy and Jon is slowly going marbles (broke into Gertrude’s home!!)

#55 “disease, insects, and the smell when they burn.” [side: I do not remember what the episode was about, but upon further reflection, it was the pest control guy]

#56 Vamp dude again aND I ALMOST CRIED WHEN JON YELLED AT MARTIN?! HE’S GOING INSANE!! WHY IS HE SMILING?? STOP. THAT SCARED ME!!! Also “The Hunt” He’s 29? [Martin]

{ Note: When a character emphasizes “The (insert noun)”, note it }

#57 space program, 3 people involved, stock boyfriend

#58 old file about cannibalism. Jon is legit going insane. (Oregon Trail)

#59 ex-thug taken in. Something with Agnes. Everyone is scared of Jon.

#60 Eyes. Team confronts Jon.

#61 Coffin again + another cop. Daisy.

#62 “The End”, + Gertrude tape. Floorboard. [Mary Keay’s experience with Leitner book]

#63 The dark are my friend + YouTube girl again

#64 Mummy tomb + Jon broke into police station?? [he keeps breaking laws] #65 17 HOUR ASMR EATING COMPUTER!! Tim CURSES Jon out.

#66 Man buried alive (sorta). Gertrude is a pyromaniac [/j]

#67 “The Cult of The Lightless Flame”, Agnes is back

#68 Another book? Not!Sasha scared Jon. Lol

#69 ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Spiders seem to be a theme. “The Spiders”? Is Annabelle a monster? Like Prentiss?

#70 Death book. Istg, if there are anymore books-

#71 Spooky train.

#72 More meat. “I don’t want my final thoughts to be racist.”

#73 Maxwell kidnapped child, brought to industrial complex. 5 seconds, chaos happened. “People’s Church of The Devine Host.” (Barista quit.)

#74 Insomniac girl meets Michael (pookie bear) ALSO, Jon is sus[picious] of Sasha? That’s new.

#75 Michael crew, again. Theme of falling endlessly…

#76 Melanie tours WW train. Jon is slowly learning that Sasha is different.

#77 “Not them” OMG, THAT’S WHY!! NEAT NOT!SASHA TO A PULP!

#78 OH. NO. OUR TABLE. “And now I see you.” Chills. (stop, cause I literally yelled)

#79 “Come out, come out wherever you are…” Jon crying, pleading in sorry for his coworkers broke me. Martin + Tim are stuck in Michael’s dimension [lucky]

#80 JURGEN IS ALIVE. JURGEN IS KILLED BY ELIAS. ENTITIES? (knew it) TIM + MARTIN BLAME JON. SOMETHING WITH AN EYE.

(side notes within the {} brackets, and more detailed notes of what I was referring to within [] brackets)

#the magnus archives #the magnus archive fanart #tma #the magnus institute #tma jon #jonathan sims #jon sims #martin blackwood #tma michael #tma season 2 #tma martin #not!sasha #tim stoker #tma tim #tma spoilers #michael the distortion #notes #tma notes

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doomandgloomfromthetomb · 3 months

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Neil Young & Crazy Horse - Festival Hall, Osaka, Japan, March 4, 1976

In a miraculous turn of events, I'll be heading out west to see Neil Young & Crazy Horse in a couple weeks. To say I'm excited is what you'd call a major understatement. What deep cuts will they play? Will Neil debut Greendale II: Sun Green Strikes Back in its entirety? Will Billy Talbot make it to the end of "Like A Hurricane"?! Who can say. But it's going to be good.

To get fired up, let's listen to some Crazy Horse this week. We'll kick things off with what is perhaps my favorite tour — Japan '76! I've written plenty about this era; there's something about the Horse's energy and purity during these shows that just grabs me every time. The audience tapes sound cool as hell, too; those polite Japanese crowds (though Neil has to ask them to hold off on clapping along until the electric set), Neil's unreal guitar work (vicious harmonics everywhere!) bouncing around the big open spaces, the intense thud of the rhythm section.

Over on the Dollar Bin, my brother details how we were introduced to Neil in Osaka via a shady cassette bootleg sometime circa 1993. I can remember listening to it over and over again — blown away by the fact that he was playing "Country Home" back in those days (and "Too Far Gone"!), blown away by the guitars, blown away by the moment when everything cut out and a Mexican radio station cut in for 10 seconds. I was blown away by Talbot's bass playing, too. I was just getting into playing music myself, and I listened Billy's caveman style and thought: "Maybe I could try to do that?" Thirty-plus years later I'm still trying.

What I've got for you here today is not in fact that Osaka tape — it's from the first of three shows that Neil and the Horse played at this venue. But even though it doesn't have the debut performance of "Let It Shine," it's a slightly better recording — and it has an absolutely stunning "Cortez The Killer" closing things out. Dance across the water with me, amigos!

#neil young and crazy horse

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experimentik · 4 days

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Experimentik #76 / 17. July 2024 / Antje Vowinckel / Korhan Erel / Lorenzo Abattoir

17. July 2024 / 20:30- (doors 20:00) *no entry during sets

3 x solo:

Antje Vowinckel - vibrating speaker, objects, voice

Korhan Erel - electronics

Lorenzo Abattoir - breath, electronics

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title photo © Seiji Morimoto

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Antje Vowinckel is a Berlin based composer, radio artist and music performer. She works for a variety of public radio stations and festivals. Her focus is on the musicality of spoken word and speech improvisation. In recent years she developed her own methods like automatic speaking and dialect karaoke for vocal performers. She also creates installations and performances in public space, i.e., a quartet for car drivers and vibrating speakers. Her works have received several stipends and awards, i.e. Karl-Sczuka-Förderpreis, Ars Acustica Award of RNE/Spain and honorary mentions of Prix Ars Electronica and Phonurgia Nova.

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Korhan Erel ist ein non-binary Elektronik-Musiker, Improvisator, Komponist, Sound-Designer in Berlin. Erel spielt elektronische Instrumente, komponiert und gestaltet Sounds für Tanz, Theater und Video.

Erel benutzt Elektronik als ein Instrument sowie ein Werkzeug für Komposition und Klangdesign, in dem werden Feldaufnahmen, gefundene Klänge, Synthesizers, und viele andere zusammen benutzt werden, um Instrumente für Improvisation und komponierte Musik zu entwerfen.

Erel spielt solo Konzerte sowie in Besetzungen wie Ephemeral Fragments, Böseblick, Only With You und Pep Talk. Bisher spielte Erel zahlreiche Konzerte in Asien, Europa, Süd-und-Nordamerika.

Erel hat zwölf Alben mit verschiedenen Musikern und Gruppen sowie zwei solo Alben im digitalen Format veröffentlicht.

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Lorenzo Abattoir is a sound artist based in Torino (IT). A key element of his work is the relationship between spiritual practices and unusual methods of audio processing, mainly focusing on the use of microphones as a medium for amplification. He explores the boundaries between sound and noise using breathing techniques and different kinds of objects as instruments to structure his performances. During past years he recorded and released collaborative works with: Hermann Kopp, Dave Kirby, Alexey Tegin, Giovanni Lami, Freddie Murphy, Francisco Meirino. His performances has been presented in various venues and festival like: Cafe OTO (London), Instant Chavirès (Paris), A4 (Bratislava), Pistoia (Nub project space), Unsafe+sound Festival (Wien), LUFF festival (Lausanne). He also works in the contemporary art field creating sound installations and composing soundtracks for theatre shows presented at Venice Biennale college year 2020 and Roma Europa Festival 2022.

Latest studio album: Mess (aktIV) LP 12" released by Planam on 31 May 2024

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Experimentik 2024 is supported by inm - initiative neue musik berlin / field notes

#experimental music #music #culture #echtzeitmusik #electronics #improvisation

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jadelynlace · 2 years

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76. “You know I’m holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter, don’t push your luck.” (this screams ink ivar)

Girl, it screams him in a multitude of languages.

content warnings: explicit content,smut

find the list of requests here & find more ink drinker here

Your outfit is the least likely thing to currently fuel the storm brewing inside of Ivar. There’s a glisten to his irises and you’re not sure if it’s out of anger or challenge. Between the choice of wording constantly sewn between Sigurd’s sentences and the passive aggressive remarks made by his father, you watch the metaphorical meter along his spine slowly raise. His reserve of sarcasm, petty remarks and down right ignoring have run completely dry and at the current state of affairs, he’s borrowing just to keep up.

When Ragnar excuses himself briefly and Sigurd finally sags in his chair (even he is at his limit with this man), your hand on Ivar’s arm causes him to flinch coldly. There’s an apology muttered and his weak words slide across the tabletop before Sigurd stands to step outside to start his own chain smoking.

Your hand moves from where it’s stationed in the air to planting on his thigh, a quick squeeze to the meat you’re able to wrap in your fist as the small pulsation momentarily calms the man next to you. And as you repeat your motions, you swear there’s a moan under his breath that he so very carefully tries, and fails, to cover.

“Just let me know when you want me to take over,” You say softly. Even when your main attempt is to refer to the conversation at the forefront, you know Ivar takes the slight detour on his travels to interoperate it. “I’ve already chosen a very careful, and specific speech that may or may not make him cry. Hopefully, may,”

“I have a better way to use your mouth,” Ivar mutters and you snap your head to look directly at him. His gaze is still stuck on the table but you see the tell-tale sign of his lips growing into a smirk before ever so slowly, he turns his head to look directly at you.

“What was that?” You challenge, only closing the space between you two a tad.

“Save your breath,” Ivar starts. “You’ll need it later, I promise,”

“Make sure you can keep your promise,” You remark back as your hand takes a slow trace further up his thigh.

“Don’t push your luck,” Ivar mumbles. His arm moves then, scooping behind the chair you're in and pulling your body closer in one smooth maneuver. You can feel his breath against your ear before he speaks again: “You know I’m holding back from fucking you over the kitchen counter, don’t push your luck,”

Before you’re able to open your mouth, the door moves and Sigurd plops himself back down in the chair. Ragnar’s back not two seconds after, a refill of his own drink and you watch Ivar straighten. Your fingertips brush delicately closer to his middle before they dance away, and you’re the only one who sees the twitch his jaw makes under the skin.

Fumbling with your phone, you open the application your agency has assigned to you for all things work; between the dispatch calls and your response time and you let out a telltale loud groan of annoyance. One you have perfected over the course of working alongside Ivar’s brother.

“I need you to drive me to the station,” You say suddenly. “Whomever they gave overtime to, just called in,” You lie.

“What?” Ivar asks and his confusion almost amuses you.

“Chief asked me to fill in until the replacement is there,” You say calmly. “Sorry we have to cut this short, Ragnar,” You say as you look across the table.

“Not a problem, dear,” He replies with an uncanny warmth to his voice. The tone and the endearment makes you want to flip the table onto him. “Another time soon, perhaps?”

“Of course,” You say back, negating to leave out the other, more crude part of your sentence.

You practically drag Ivar back to the car in all attempts to make this lie seem like a true emergency, and as the engine fires up he still looks confused.

“I thought you had this whole week off?” Ivar mumbles and his lip curls as he fastens his seatbelt.

“I do,” You reply.

“Then…then why am I driving you to the station?” Ivar quips.

“You’re not,” You start. “You’re going to undo your belt so I can help you relieve some of your built-up tension on the way home,” You say back firmly, looking directly into Ivar’s eyes. “That way, we don’t break any of the glasses in the kitchen cabinets when you fuck me against the counter,”

“Oh my fucking god,” Ivar mutters under his breath and there’s a short laugh of pure disbelief as one hand reached for the clasp around his waist, and the other pulls the car into gear. “You could have just said—” And Ivar stops when your hand replaces his. “You could have just said—” And that sentence doesn’t even get to finish as he presses his head against the back of the seat when your lips wrap his tip.

“What was that thing about saving oxygen?” You hum before looking up him. You feel his hand tangle into your hair suddenly, finding a firm grasp amongst the strands and your moan vibrates against his cock. The car rolls slowly as your tongue traces the underside of his length, traveling along the vein with the dribble of salty pre-cum already starting in your throat.

“I know I said over this kitchen counter, but the hood of the car might be just as well,” Ivar whispers and you can’t help the small giggle that moves your lips against him. “It’s really the same—the same height,” He tries.

“Stop talking,” You reply.

“It’s keeping me from crashing,” He answers.

Your hand picks up when your mouth pulls away, strands of saliva still connecting you to him, and Ivar’s knuckles whitewash against the steering wheel as if they’re about to burst into bloody confetti. There’s a low grumble from his chest as you work him, even as his eyes constantly battle between watching you and watching the road before him.

You feel the car halt suddenly and it only causes you to giggle as the movement rocks you. You’re not even totally certain that the entire vehicle is parked fully in the garage but you lack the ability to truly care. Pulling your head up slowly, you move away from Ivar, leaving a lingering kiss on his lips as he stuffs himself back into his pants. Your turn around the car is met with his grasp, pushing you against the hood and you know this insatiable man can’t wait to have you, so he’ll take you here.

The hood of the car is still warm against your cheek, and the first push of Ivar’s cock into you makes you moan; it makes you shake against the metal as the car rattles. The surface offers nothing for you to grasp, and as Ivar sinks further you feel the tension dissipate from his body. However, this isn’t the time Ivar is going to be slow, tease you to the point of begging, and give in to your every need, just to hear your noises. This time, there’s fuel to how he moves and you pick up on it when the first snap of his hips is harsh, quick, rocking the car on its wheels and you nearly scream in the sudden pleasure.

A dark chuckle comes from Ivar, as his head tips back slowly while he watches the way his cock pierces you. Pulling out, glistening from your juices before he traces his eyes back up your back. His hand is there next, slithering through your hair, and in one sudden motion, his thrust matches how his fingers pull at your locks. Heaving a sigh as the pleasure replaces the resentment, Ivar’s lips part as he sees your hands in a desperate display to grip something that’s not there. He plants his free hand next to yours suddenly, a loud thump of the quick motion against the metal and you waste no time latching on.

“Fuck,” Ivar rasps, pressing his lips back together before snapping into your cunt another time. Your hair is dropped as your head hangs like a forgotten thought before you feel the brisk snap of that same palm against your backside.

The metal from his belt scrapes the concrete floor and you lose all ability to try and put up a fight. Let him get out in frustrations in the way he fucks you and he grows more vocal with each deep press inside of you.

Suddenly, his body is over yours, sandwiching you against the car as his hips do not cease in their mission.

“Who made you this wet?” Ivar asks lowly, his mouth by the shell of your ear and your first response is to whine. “Use your words,”

“You did,” You peep and you finally open your eyes. But they roll back suddenly as Ivar picks up his motions, pulling away only a whisper and giving you the room to crane your neck. Looking back you see the focus in his gaze, scanning your covered body like a predator and when your eyes lock with his, he feels your walls squeeze him.

One hand moves your head in his favor before he leans closer, covering your mouth with his but your lips cannot put up the same fight as you come around him. He only drinks in the noises you make with each thrust, the sounds coming from the movement in his hips, the slight rock of the car, and the wetness of your cunt. There’s no warning from him to how close he is, only the slight pressure that covers your back when his chest moves closer; his hips snapping erratically to pull out his own release and anger.

When his lips stop, your head drops again, the ache in your muscles grows too needy and you feel his cheek against your temple.

“Harder,” You whisper, knowing exactly what you’re doing. “Harder, Ivar, I need to feel you come inside of me,” And your words prove to be the single downfall as his hips push at you forcefully. Emptying his mind as his cock sputters, spilling his seed into you as he hears you hum, feel you shake below before resting his weight over your body, and you both pant.

The only noise that takes up the garage becomes his breathing, as his limbs move slowly to try and find yours but it becomes a losing battle as the sudden onset of exhaustion nags at you both.

“We should go to dinner at your Dad’s more often,” You peep from under him but you feel Ivar shake his head as it lays over yours.

“Mmm, nope. Don’t need to see him in order to do this, thank you very much,”

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