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Was about to start a fight when I saw you call Lexa/Alycia a big-headed fool but then I realised you meant it LITERALLY...guurrllll how many thoughts she got in that head 😅

Oh no yeah I meant that shit literally 😂 god bless cuz ya know I love that super sized boulder, more free real estate for smooches, but anyone who says her head isn't large is just lyin to themselves. I have a theory that's partially why her ears seem so tiny, it's a spacial relation thing 🧐

Big ol noggin

iiiiitty bitty earsies

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Hey weird ask but I need to calculate the square footage of my family's kitchen/dining area BUTTTT it's very strangely shaped with lots of angles and juts and stuff does anybody know any good websites/programs for mapping floor stuff out ?

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4 Best Types of Sod

Choosing sod for your property isn't as cut and dry as many assume. There are over 11,000 different grass species worldwide! While we don't use nearly that many in landscaping, there are still many decisions to make.

The type of grass that's right for your lawn depends on many factors. The most important include:

Climate

Sun exposure

Use

Here's a list of some of the best types of sod you should consider.

Bermuda Grass

Bermuda sod is a tried and true favorite for many reasons. It's a warm-season grass you often see throughout the southern United States. It's one of the best types of sod because of its durability.

Bermuda grass grows quickly and has a deep root system. The strong roots result in highly durable grass above the soil's surface. Because of that, Bermuda sod is the go-to for high-traffic areas. It's common in golf courses, yards frequently used by kids and pets, parks, sports fields, etc.

The unique thing about Bermuda grass is that there are many specific cultivars with distinct characteristics. Some examples include Celebration, TifTurg and Bimini.

St. Augustine Grass

St. Augustine Grass is another warm-season option. However, it's less durable than Bermuda. Properties that benefit from this sod are those that receive little to no foot traffic. For example, they're common in front lawns or ornamental gardens.

This grass has a lush appearance thanks to its density. Furthermore, it has moderate drought resistance.

Zoysia Grass

If you want a lower-maintenance options, Zoysia sod is worth considering. Zoysia has a slower growth rate than St. Augustine or Bermuda grass. Therefore, it requires less mowing.

Zoysia is also tolerant of partial shade, requiring only about four hours of sun exposure to stay healthy. This grass has a deeper root system than most grass species, so it has even more drought tolerance than St. Augustine grass.

Fescue Grass

Fescue is a cold-season grass. However, due to its unique tolerances, many lawns in transition areas use Fescue. This sod has greater heat tolerance than most cold-season grasses and better cold tolerance than warm-season options. Therefore, it offers a nice, low-maintenance middle ground. It also offers good durability, making it a good choice for high-traffic lawns.

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The Call

Chapter 5: Rushman

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Summary: You were supposed to take her out—the infamous Black Widow—Natasha Romanoff. The S.H.I.E.L.D. has been keeping an eye on her for a while now and for some reason, another high-ranking agent as you was sent to get the mission done. But then, he made a different call leading the mission to be here in front of you, soon to be a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.

Pairings: Ex-Russian Agent Natasha Romanoff x Senior S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent Female Reader

Tags | Warnings: slow burn (it’s happening y’all), violence, kidnapping, torture, explicit language, hurt/comfort, 1v4, guard dog and angry angry angry Natty (strong arms Natty🥵 she is back breaking and cracking bones, kicking teeths for a living), vulnerable reader, Madisynn and Yelena's ship is sailing, Fury being a detective and keen observer dad

Author's Note: Missing my wife so here I am…writing while she's out (I hate work😡)

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"What you think, Rushman?"

"Ask about the arms deal happening at the end of the week."

Natasha listened quietly to the instructions being relayed to her via her earpiece, her face a stoic mask. She evaluated the situation, her sharp mind calculating the security measures in place.

"Not a bad place," she remarked, her tone low and detached. "But do you guys really have the stuff necessary to secure all this square footage?"

She got a couple of looks and tried to remain calm; using 'secure' like that would definitely get her suspected of being an undercover Agent.

Realizing the slip-up in her choice of words, Natasha quickly adapted her demeanor, keeping her arms folded and tight to her sides, the picture of nonchalance. Despite her slight blunder, she maintained her composure, "I know a guy with both hands under the table," she kept her arms folded and tight to her sides. She didn't manage to sneak anything in with her weapons wise. Her fists were enough to hold their own in a battle.

One of the guides brushed off her question, stating, "Don't worry about it." He reassured her, mentioning that more support was on its way.

As they arrived in the basement control room, Natasha observed the smashed window with a furrowed brow. Her instincts kicked in, and she honed in on the details of the scene, taking note of it.

"Did we catch something?"

"You could say that." His grin gave Natasha a bad feeling.

They turned on the singular light bulb that lit the decrepit little space a small figure tied to the chair, dread welled up in Natasha. The figure tried to remain still in the chair, but the blood trickling from their limbs betrayed the restraints' unforgiving tightness.

As Natasha tried to maintain her composure, the sight of the restrained figure hit her like a wave of dread. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't ignore the familiar details—the slender frame, the slope of the shoulders, even the glimpse of the sharp collar bone protruding from the button-up shirt. The stockings were torn, probably from getting dragged to and fro. Shoes were probably the first thing taken from them.

A woman beside the restrained body was wearing her jacket, the same jacket she gave you last night.

Natasha's heart stopped.

She knew it was you before they pulled the burlap off your head.

As they pulled the burlap sack off your head, Natasha's heart sunk deeper, the sight confirming her fears. Before she could even fully register what was happening, a ruthless blow landed across your face, forcefully snapping your head to one side with a sickening crunch. The chair screeched against the concrete surface beneath as it shifted from the force of the punch.

The girl that was standing beside you came up to Natasha and touched her biceps as she circled her.

Natasha steeled her expression, knowing that she couldn't afford any display of emotion. She felt their eyes on her, watching for any crack they could exploit, checking to see if they had found the weakness they thought. If they had found their mole.

"Where'd you find her?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," the worker bees around her snickered as they watched the show. She ran her hands over Natasha's muscled arms, circled her like a predator, a smug smile playing on her lips.

Natasha clenched her fists tightly under her armpits, her nails digging into her skin with increasing pressure, leaving behind angry crescent indents. The intensity of her grip grew, mirroring the effort she exerted to maintain her composure, even as her jaw worked in a white-knuckled attempt to keep her teeth from clenching too obviously. She forced herself to remain still, the muscles in her neck straining with the effort, despite the overwhelming fear and rage that was making her vision blur.

You didn't utter a word as they laid into you, taking every slap and punch with little more than a grunt or a burst of air. You kept your eyes shut as they hauled your head up by your hair, still pulled back into a ponytail.

The realization hit Natasha that you hadn't been taken from the safety of your home. You were still dressed in the clothes from the party last night, leaving her feeling a wave of nausea as she wondered how long you had been imprisoned in this cold, dimly lit room.

Guilt gnawed at her, regret filling her like a lead weight in her chest. She should've walked you back to the party, or booked you a cab, even if you had protested, insisted that you could manage on your own.

The man gloating about finding you tightened his grip on your hair, forcefully turning your face towards him and inhaling against your cheek. His words rang in Natasha's ears, a reminder of your vulnerability. "We got a tip that there was a real pretty little thing hanging around," he said, a twisted sadistic pleasure in his tone that made Natasha's skin crawl.

"Don't move a muscle, Agent. Stay on target," the warning echoed in her earpiece, and her blood ran cold as she heard the commanding order to remain still.

Fury assigned Natasha to Coulson's division for a while after her mission on Stark. How far were they planning on letting this go? How long had they been listening to you get hurt? Do they even know that the daughter of the director is getting hurt?

The eyes in the room were still fixed on Natasha, testing her limits, pushing her for a crack in her facade. She felt the weight of their gaze. "Y'know, someone let us know that she was with SHIELD." It was clear that they were trying to push her, to see if they could expose her.

Of course someone had tipped them off. How else would they have been able to get the drop on the Furious daughter?

"Y'know what they say," another one slapped her on the shoulder before strolling into the semi-connected interrogation room. "Keep your friends close and your enemies closer?"

Natasha wiggled her fingers against her palm, feeling the blood he'd drawn. She felt herself reaching her breaking point, your subtle movement caught her eye, and she glanced in your direction. You pried your least swollen eye open and looked at her, managing just a little twitch of your lips. No one else would be able to recognise it as a smile—they'd sooner assume it was a flinch.

But Natasha could always tell.

You shut your eyes again as one of the men grabbed your neck, forcing you to expose the length of it, their touch sending chills down your spine. "She is a pretty thing, huh?" the man remarked, turning back to Natasha, his finger trailing along the exposed skin.

"Agent, do not move. I repeat: stand down."

Natasha watched the hand trail down your neck to your collarbone, just barely peeking out from your tight black dress. He pulled out a knife, cutting off one the black dress.

The two in the room grinned at each other as the knife trailed exposing just the hint of a white bra with floral lace. "Should we see how pretty?"

The man's eyes glinted with malicious intent as he offered Natasha the knife, a cruel smile playing at his lips. "Rushman? Would you like to do...the honors?"

Natasha hesitated, but she knew what the risks were. So after contemplating, she took the knife handle. She slowly walked towards you, her eyes flickered over your battered face, taking in the bruises, the split lip, the swollen eyes.

The impatient shouts from behind her only fueled her frustration and anger.

"Fuck her already!"

You could see the struggle in her eyes, the internal battle she was fighting. You wanted to reassure her, to let her know it is okay, but your voice was hoarse from the abuse you'd endured—and besides it would blow up her cover.

She caressed your cheek and you leaned on her touch, a tear fell down slightly nodding at her—silently telling her that it's going to be okay.

"Do it Rushman!"

"Fuck her! Like this!" A man shouted, mimicking aggressive gestures with his ring and middle finger. "Give us a fucking show!"

"I know how to give a good fuck, don't tell me how to fuck her." Natasha bit out. She knows she's damned after what she just said besides Coulson's team hearing her words.

Hearing her say that she would give the daughter of the director a good fuck.

You, her boss, hearing her say that she would fuck you.

Natasha knelt in front of you, and mouthed I'm sorry, she caressed your face one last time. "Can you close your eyes for me?" she whispered, "Please, detka."

"Don't open them unless I told you to."

Because she never wanted you to see that side she's about to unleash. It is a version of her that she had buried in the past after she was given a new life, a new chance—a fresh start. The side of her that you are very aware of because it was the side of her that you studied half of your life. The side of her that you hated.

Your mission.

She doesn't want you to see it, especially not now that she is falling in love with you.

But your life is at risk and so is the beast within her.

As soon as you shut your eyes, she turned and grabbed the first man by his head and, with a single, powerful motion, slammed his face down onto the wooden table. The force of the impact shattered the table's surface, sending splinters flying.

The girl reached into the back of her jeans, "Fuckin' mole—!"

Natasha spun on her heel, her shoulder driving into her like a human battering ram and before she could hit the ground, Natasha grabbed a handful of her greasy hair and yanked her head down, ramming her knee into her face with bone-shattering force. The sound of crunching teeth filled the room as she slumped unconscious to the floor, blood pouring from her ruined mouth.

"That is my fucking jacket." She spat out as she aggressively removed the jacket from the girl.

No one can deny that Natasha is by far the strongest on SHIELD—probably one of the strongest agents in the field, if not the strongest.

She grabbed the creepy one by the hand, "This is how you fuck," she gritted before twisting it all the way around to pop it off the wrist. The creep screamed and howled in pain.

The sudden violence in the room had you flinching with each loud impact, your heart racing. Every crack of bone, every thud of a body hitting the ground, made you jump and tremble with fear. Wishing that it's not Natasha.

Only if you know that it was Natasha who was causing those sounds.

The one who had been doing the beating on you held up his hands, backing away from you on the chair, who was still eyes closed and was close to passing out.

"Agent! Stand down, this is a direct order!"

Natasha tore the earpiece and its connected mic out of her ear and let it fall to the ground before crushing it under her foot. She kept her eyes on the man with your blood on his knuckles.

"H-Hey, Rushman," the idiot was at least smart enough to try and barter his way to safety. "Look, we both know you're not gonna kill me—"

"Says who?"

The smaller of the two men shrank a little. Maybe his life wasn't as insured as he thought it was. "O-Okay!—okay, look, I'm sorry! I-I'm sorry. You want info?! I'll tell you—I'll tell you everything! Who tipped us off, e-everything!"

Natasha grasped the bastard by his shirt, slamming him up against the wall, black in the eyes. "You've got a lot of nerve bartering with me after what you did to her—"

"Nat."

The beater hit the floor like a sack of bricks.

Your eyes were still closed but you shook your head side to side. Now you're sure Natasha is safe, and is probably the one causing these idiots to cry since you heard her voice.

"Detka…" Natasha moved in front of you, lifting your chin as gently as she could. You'd have one hell of a black eye, and your naturally sharp cheekbones were split and swollen. "You can open your eyes now."

And you did.

"Backup better be on the fucking way," Natasha growled as she get you freed. Your body naturally folded in on itself in its injured and vulnerable state. Natasha hesitated as she pulled the jacket that the girl stole from you, she doesn't want you to wear that anymore so she shirked off her leather jacket, pulling it around you and zipper it up over your exposed chest. "Or those old fucks are next."

The beater was trying to crawl to safety and Natasha slammed her heel down on his back.

The beater threw up anything that was in his stomach. Natasha leaned down, yanking his head up by the hair, as he had done with you minutes ago. "You're gonna tell us everything."

He nodded.

"You are going to cooperate with every agent you see."

He nodded again, more vigorously.

Natasha dropped the man like a ragdoll, his body hitting the floor with a dull thud. She turned her attention to the other, who was struggling to his feet, his face pale and sweaty. "And you," she said coldly, stepping closer to him.

You didn't even blink as Natasha grabbed his shoulder, then his jaw, and twisted. You watched as the man's lifeless body fell to the ground. You looked up at Natasha, "I'm going to pretend I didn't see that."

Natasha said nothing. Now you had seen that side of her. This is the Black Widow you have been craving to catch, your mission, your past mission.

Natasha nudged the man's corpse out of the way with her foot, his body falling onto its side, picking you up and sitting down in the chair for herself with you in her arms.

The sounds of your fellow agents storming the building started at the top of the building and traveled through its open, gutted remains. They would be with them soon enough.

Natasha sat and waited. Her mind raced, considering the potential consequences of her disobedience, she would be lucky to be suspended and on probation. Much more likely, they would have internal affairs investigate her for her disobedience and fire her.

But with your safety on the line, you in her arms right now—she'd face them all willingly.

She would accept any punishment they gave her—gladly. She turned her head, pressing her lips to your temple in the slim window of being alone with you.

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"Easy, widow," Yelena held up her hands and took a few steps closer, walking towards your bed and to the chair of your guard dog. "Just checking if you need anything."

"I'm fine."

"Come on, Nat." Yelena pleaded, she knew that Natasha would be grappling with the tragedy, and she had heard that no one could get near you with Natasha by your side. "She's okay, right?"

"She better be," she finally let out a sigh, uncrossing her arms and turning her head halfway away from you and towards Yelena. "It's the only reason I'm here and not hunting down those bastards."

"Natasha, they're being handled by SHIELD." Yelena reassured, calming her Natasha down.

"I am not pertaining about them." Natasha murmured but the blonde was quick to pick up the pieces.

"You know, if anyone were to hear you threaten Coulson's division like that it'd be your position," Yelena warned, to which Natasha didn't even offer a shrug of acknowledgement. Yelena looked at her determined unwillingness to rest if it left you unprotected. "Okay, just...yell if you need me, okay?—either of you?"

Natasha let out another heavy sigh, "thanks, Lena."

The door closed gently as Yelena left, leaving you sleeping peacefully with your guard dog.

Natasha sat by your side, her eyes never leaving you as she contemplated what just happened. You looked so peaceful, as if you two hadn't been together the night after you were kidnapped and brutalized.

She still feels guilty.

It was true; no one had managed to come near you. Natasha had been told that Maria will be handling her questioning, even though she saved you, the daughter of the director, she cannot be saved from the by laws of SHIELD.

Natasha leaned forward, pushing some hair away from your cheek. Her finger brushed the pale—and already bruising - skin there, and you leaned into her touch in your sleep. She smiled, undeniably melted by the subconscious trust you had in her. "Come on, boss. I need you to open those eyes for me."

As if you had heard her plea, your lashes fluttered, and then your eyes opened, revealing the stunning shade she adored. She greeted you softly, her voice gentle, her eyes locked with those beautiful eyes of yours. "Hey."

"Hey," she softly repeated, beaming at you though fighting back tears, her voice a bit thicker with emotions held in check. Her hand softly ran through your hair, the affection pouring forth freely despite the professional front she usually maintained around you. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I've been strapped to a chair and beat up."

Natasha huffed a slight laugh, but your weak attempt at a glare—despite your exhausted condition it brought a small smirk to her lips. "Now? You're making jokes now?" she replied, her voice affectionate, her smile growing when you tried to glare.

Your smile was heavy and hazy, fighting against the pull of anesthesia. But it was there, and it was real. "You seem like you need it, agent."

Her hand still glided gently through your hair, tracing over your temple and cheek, as if trying to feel the reality, to confirm you were real and not a ghost. There was a vulnerability in her eyes, a raw emotion barely contained, "I-we need you to be okay."

"Then I'm okay."

The moment stretched, as Natasha felt the warmth of your cheek against her palm, cherishing and committing it to memory. She knew this moment was fleeting, that this vulnerability would soon fade.

"Y/N—"

"Natasha," you pressed, and she sat again, pulling your hand into her. "I know you went against orders to come and rescue me in there."

"How is that the problem?!" She shook her head, running a hand through her hair. "And not that I was ordered to stand by and watch while—"

"Focus, Natalia," As you crooned her government name, Natasha felt herself refocusing. The soft tone and the use of her true name anchoring her firmly in the present. Your reassurance settled the turmoil in her chest, the quiet command and your words grounding her, bringing her back from the edge of her worry. "You saved me. You. That's all that matters."

She exhaled slowly, some weight lifted by your words. As she leaned forward, she found your hands, interlacing her fingers with yours, "What hurts?" She asked, assessing your pain.

You gave it a test, shifting faintly under the thin hospital blankets. "Everything?"

"They should have you on stronger meds," Natasha growled, her protective instincts flaring, ready to march into the hall and demand the staff provide stronger medication. She gripped your hand gently in hers, her worry and fury evident in the tense lines of her face.

"Mm," You held her hand, shaking your head in disagreement, despite your weakness. You fought to keep her with you by your side, refusing her protective instincts. "No, just...just leave it be."

"Y/N," she whispered, sounding positively agonized about it. "I don't want you to be in pain."

"I'm fine," was the first thing out of your mouth, only to realize that it was utter bullshit as far as Natasha was concerned. You corrected yourself, "just stay. Just...just...please?"

She all but collapsed, weak in the knees at the sight of your eyes pleading with her. She nodded, helpless to do much of anything else for you. She brought your hand up to her lips, bold move, "yeah—yeah, of course, Y/N. I...I'm right here."

You closed your eyes again, evening out your own breathing as well. "If they know I'm awake they'll have you dragged out of here to question us both."

"I can just be daddy's girl and it's done. I think they're forgetting I have that power and title."

Natasha huffed, a small sign of amusement at your joke, knowing full well that you don't and would never use your title as the director's daughter to sidestep consequences. You have earned your title in SHIELD with your own efforts, own sweat and tears.

"They're not coming anywhere near you so long as I'm here."

"Natasha."

"I mean it, Y/N," she reiterated. She gave your hand another squeeze, "they have no right coming to talk to you when they're the reason you're in here. They can wait until you're released, and that's if I'm feeling generous."

You peeled your eyes open again to smile at her. "If only I could have you as protection for every time I had to talk to those—"

You cut yourself off to yawn, failing to cover your mouth, Natasha fussed with your blankets, her tone gentle and commanding. "You should go back to sleep; get all the rest you can before the questioning begins," she whispered, hoping to spare you any unnecessary strain while knowing it was futile.

Your voice was soft, the medication making your muscles feel heavy as you asked, "Can't wait." Your hazy eyes found hers, searching for reassurance. "You'll be here right?"

She smiled at you, keeping you hand firmly in hers, "I'm not going anywhere."

Meanwhile, Yelena and Madisynn peered at the door, witnessing the tender exchange between you and Natasha. Their fist bumping, "Good?" Yelena smirked.

"Good." Madisynn confirmed.

The two women jumped slightly, freezing in surprise as they turned to see your father—the director of SHIELD standing behind them, holding a bouquet of flowers and your favorite egg pie.

"So my daughter and Romanoff..."

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It earned me like almost 2k in tax returns and I hope it does the same for u

If you're struggling with your bookkeeping as a small artist, writer, or creator, especially during tax season... I made a spreadsheet!

I've always felt like there was little to NO resources on how to deal with taxes and bookkeeping when my idea of a career is "charging random Twitter users 200 dollars to draw Rouge the Bat wider than she is tall", so in my incredible autism perseverance I spent months looking up all the info I needed to keep track of it all, finding out what "it all" even was, and then spent another 4 years slowly working on that tool...

I've created this Google Sheets spreadsheet in 2019 and every year during tax season I change it around to fit my needs better as a small creator and small business, I think I'm finally confident in it as a useful tool to share it with others that might need at least something to help them with this

It's pay-what-you-want with a minimum of CAD $1, I just ask for a small amount of support if possible since I've made this from scratch!

I'm sharing the online file because I could not figure out how to not fuck up the charts if I exported it in any file type, but if you'd like to you can export it and use it in Excel! You might just have to redo the charts :(

I hope this helps anyone even a little bit!

And if you have any advice on how to better this spreadsheet (for the general public, not for yourself, that's on you to edit into your own copy!), please let me know!! I taught myself Excel script, formulas, and editing so I can't really say I'm an expert lol

[antheraea]

in yet another bout of my unfettered autism, I was reminded pretty strongly of the hardest Disney has ever gone upon news that they, mercifully, canned a live-action Hunchback of Notre Dame remake.

Good, because they will never, ever top this:

Like, yeah, they could, I guess, improve the 3D or some shit, but, they would never have the clarity of vision, or the balls:

The sequence literally starts with an Ominous Latin choir scream FREE ME MY LORD as the bells ring on the word "domine" so hard that the timbers in the foreground shake

The choir then sings Free me my Lord from eternal death as Quasimodo struggles against his chains, which just goes so fucking hard okay

Quasimodo finally gets free at end of the lyrics about God moving heaven and earth "on that terrible day"

He leaps from the cathedral to lyrics about God judging the world by fire

(also check out that exaggerated angle of the cathedral, and how the statues at the bottom of the screen are still both detailed and proportonal)

As he lands on the wall and swings down to that epic pan of the square, the choir sings about the enemy being at the gates and to please bring "us" strength and aid

The instant he lands on the platform Esmeralda is on, the lyrics transition to praising God, and continues to the rest of the scene. In the last shot, as he climbs, they're singing GLORY, GLORY FOREVER, and as he claims sanctuary, they're screaming HOLY, HOLY IN THE HIGHEST

One could interpret this scene as God literally working through Quasimodo in this scene, which I think is just so fucking rad. I'm not religious but I'm definitely moved by "divinity as awe-inducing, terrifying, and benevolent".

Oh and, to no one's surprise, James Baxter did a pencil test in this scene LMAO

(the technical details are quite interesting:

"The background of the cathedral was animated first by Mike Merell in 3D. Then that wireframe footage was printed out onto paper frame by frame. I then animated the characters over the top on paper."

Which, I might also add, means that all the lighting in the final save for the glow on the cathedral itself in the background, had to be painted on alongside the animation, since the 2D being overlayed on top of the render means that they couldn't just push a button to have Quasimodo's shadow be magically calculated. They naturally did this in an extremely hard set of lighting conditions too, because they're lunatics.)

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[ltwilliammowett]

Hello! I’m wondering how much square footage a ship might have of total space generally. I’m reading Aubrey-Maturin right now, so maybe let say a ship like the Surprise? Or the Boadicea as I’m on book 4. Thank you!

Hi,

Well, that depends on the boat and how big the lady was. In the end you can work it out when you have the data and that would only be rough data because you still have to calculate something due to other installations. But I'll see if I can get some useful data. Have a lot of fun reading.

[thezoraprince]

sidon would have to crouch, because i only have 9ft ceilings

i think everyone else would fit. it would be cramped, but i'd make it work :)

You know what I need rn? The entire Zora gaurd. All of em.

god same

what i would give for the entirety of the zora guard to be in my apartment rn

i'd give a lot😭

[savage-rhi]

Wesker: this Duke person, was selling this winters character all his weapons.

Heisenburg: yeah guess he got lucky. He’d been drowning in debts for months until he showed up.

Wesker: and here I thought he was among the richest men in the village.

Heisenburg: he was. At least if you go by square inch.

@rebelwithoutaclock

Wesker raised a brow, his eyes sweeping over Heisenberg's so-called humble abode. It wasn't just a mess—it was chaos incarnate. Calling it a pigsty would be generous. Despite that, Wesker found a perverse appreciation for it, a testament to the madman's relentless pursuit of control. The only thing that genuinely unsettled him was the smell—a rancid mixture of rust, grime, and decay, caked onto the machinery and organic remnants scattered throughout.

It explained in no small part why Wesker could never stand Heisenberg's natural musk. The man reeked of this factory in more ways than one.

"Cat got your tongue, blondie?"

Wesker suppressed a growl, stepping closer to Heisenberg as he snapped from his thoughts. The glow from multiple screens—hooked up to cameras around the village and factory—bounced between their faces.

"I didn't think you had it in you to shut up and listen."

Wesker ignored the remark, instead focusing on the interaction playing out on one of the monitors between the Duke and a newcomer. A newcomer that Wesker noted had captured Heisenberg's full attention.

"This...Duke just sold Winters all his weapons," Wesker observed.

"Yeah, looks like the big bastard caught a break," Heisenberg grinned, taking a slow drag from his cigar. "He was drowning in debt until Ethan showed up."

Wesker smirked. "And here I thought he was one of the wealthiest men in the village."

"He was," Heisenberg nodded, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke as he chuckled. "If you're counting wealth by square inch."

Wesker's lips curled into a small, reluctant smile at the crude joke, though his shoulders tensed. His gaze drifted back to the screen, watching as Winters navigated one of the winding roads leading to Castle Dimitrescu.

"Is Ethan going to be a problem for us?"

"No," Heisenberg replied, a little too quickly. There was a sharp edge in his voice—something almost territorial. "You just focus on your part. I'll take care of him. If you want those damn mold samples, Ethan's your ticket. Leave the talking to me."

Wesker hummed, weighing the situation as he glanced between Heisenberg and the footage.

"It seems Mr. Winters has gotten under your skin," he remarked, his tone probing.

Heisenberg turned, eyeing Wesker with a calculated look, sizing him up before smirking. "That obvious?"

"Unfortunately, yes," Wesker replied, still not bothering to meet his gaze. "A man of your...stature. I'm curious what could be troubling you about such a frail man."

Heisenberg's eyes darkened, his grin fading as he took another drag from his cigar, the smoke burning his nostrils on the way out.

Memories of a life lost to Mother Miranda clawed at the edges of his mind, all the years stolen, and something precious he would've torn the world apart for—just like Ethan was now doing for his daughter.

"He's got something I don't," Heisenberg said, his voice low and heavy. "Let's leave it at that."

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[apolishedfinish]

The Ultimate Granite Calculator Guide: Tips and Tricks for Precise Measurements

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What is a Granite Calculator?

A granite calculator is a specialized tool designed to help you estimate the amount of granite required for your project based on specific measurements. This handy online tool takes into account the dimensions of your countertop or surface area, along with other factors like thickness and wastage, to provide you with accurate quantities of granite needed.

Why Use a Granite Calculator?

Using a granite calculator offers several advantages:

Accuracy: Eliminates guesswork and provides precise measurements.

Cost-Effective: Helps you order the right amount of granite, minimizing wastage and saving money.

Time-Saving: Streamlines the planning process by quickly generating measurements.

Efficiency: Reduces the risk of errors in measurement, ensuring a seamless installation process.

How to Use a Granite Calculator

Follow these steps to use a granite calculator effectively:

Measure the Area: Start by measuring the length and width of the countertop or surface where you plan to install granite. Use a tape measure for accuracy.

Enter Measurements: Input these measurements into the granite calculator. Be sure to specify units (inches, feet, centimeters, etc.) for accurate results.

Specify Thickness: Choose the desired thickness of the granite slab you intend to use. Typical thicknesses range from 2 cm to 3 cm.

Include Wastage: Most granite calculators automatically add a percentage for wastage. This accounts for cuts, breakage, and fitting adjustments during installation.

Calculate: Click the calculate button to generate results. The granite calculator will display the total square footage or square meters of granite needed.

Tips and Tricks for Precise Measurements

To ensure accurate measurements and a successful granite installation, consider the following tips:

Add Extra for Pattern Matching: If your granite has patterns or veins that need to align, order extra material to accommodate matching during installation.

Consider Edge Profiles: Factor in the thickness of the edge profiles (e.g., bullnose, bevel, or ogee) when measuring the perimeter of your countertop.

Account for Sink Cutouts: If installing an under-mount sink, provide the granite fabricator with precise sink cutout dimensions to avoid errors.

Check Slab Size Availability: Verify the standard sizes of granite slabs available from your supplier to optimize material usage and minimize cutting waste.

Consult with Professionals: When in doubt, consult with experienced granite installers or contractors. They can offer valuable insights and recommendations based on your specific project requirements.

Common Mistakes to Avoid

Avoid these common pitfalls when using a granite calculator:

Neglecting Wastage: Underestimating wastage can result in insufficient material for the project. Always include a buffer percentage for cuts and adjustments.

Ignoring Pattern Matching: For complex patterns or veining, failing to order extra material for pattern matching can lead to disappointing results.

Incomplete Measurements: Accurate measurements are crucial. Double-check all dimensions before using the granite calculator.

Not Considering Thickness: Forgetting to specify the granite slab thickness can affect the accuracy of your material estimate.

Conclusion

In conclusion, using a granite calculator is essential for achieving precise measurements and optimizing material usage when planning your granite installation. By following the tips and tricks outlined in this guide, you'll be well-equipped to harness the power of a granite calculator effectively. Remember, accurate measurements are the foundation of a successful and visually appealing granite countertop or surface. Embrace the convenience of technology and make your next granite project a seamless experience with the help of a reliable A Polished Finish Company .

[ace-donovan]

Ace sat on the right hand side of Eli at the long table where others were gathered. Tobs was shifting blueprints to hand off to Eli for final approval. Eli looked at the design of the warehouse design options. Ace signaled his second hand to give the answer to when design they’d go for. “Let’s do this option,” Eli muttered as he handed Tobs the second design. “This gives the best use of square footage for the food pantry,”  he added. Tobs nodded and left. 

Gast, a beefy man who had butterfly tattoos on his jaw, came up to speak to Eli now. He sat down in the folding chair next to him and let out a loud sigh. “So boss, there’s this woman.” A couple of the men working at the table start howling at him. Gast rolled his eyes and nodded, “Nah it’s not like that, man.” 

Ace was humming to himself during this interaction, showing no interest in the conversation until it was necessary. 

“So tell me about this woman,” Eli said casually. 

“Her name is Carmen, her old man was the leader of the Sureños—” 

“No,” Ace said loudly, a surprise to everyone in the room, including Eli. Ace was cautious about keeping his identity unknown to everyone in regards to the gang and his leadership. 

Eli shifted a little in his seat, unsure what to do or say. He had never been in this position before and he didn’t know if Ace was going to take over or what. 

Ace leaned up in his chair and laid his arms across the edge of the table’s edge. He calculated his next thoughts and then glanced over at Eli, seeing the confusement and uncertainty in his eyes.  Ace let out a soft sigh and then speaks directly to Gast, “The Sureños have no loyalty to anyone, including themselves. I’ve heard from others that Carmen is the one that turned on Bato and led to his incarceration.” Ace shifted his eyes to Eli, “It would be a mistake, boss,” he said softly. 

A piercing shrill echoed in the large room and all the men at the table turned to look at the doorway where a heavily tattooed woman stood, literally stomping her feet on the ground as she swore in a slur of Spanish. 

“You brought her here?” Ace said, standing up quickly. Eli did the same. “Get this crazy bitch out of here,” he said, walking around the table and grabbed Gast's shirt and yanked him up. “You’ve lost your damn mind. You stupid, bastard!” 

Eli grabbed Ace by the arm and pulled him back as Gast ran to the doorway where the woman was still screaming. “It’s all good, mate,” Eli said cautiously, waving at Gast. “Get her out of here,” he said, trying to reclaim control of the situation—unsure if this was what Ace wanted. When Ace allowed him to do this, he felt more confident in the matter. “Everyone, clear out,” he said loudly. 

As soon as everyone was gone, Eli turned to face Ace. “You good, man?” 

Ace strummed his finger along his lower lip. “I don’t like this situation. Carmen showing up? That makes no damn sense to me. Gast knows better than this.” 

Eli grabbed Ace’s shoulder to give it a squeeze, “Listen, we’ll sort this out. Okay? You just head home. You got a busy week.”

[grunge-mermaid]

look at this cute lil bunkie

you've got a kitchenette (there's a 1.8 cu ft fridge, coffee maker, and kettle), a wardrobe for all your stuff & extra bedding, etc, a bathroom/wet room, and a couch that is an absolutely prime snuggle spot

but most importantly for a bunkie: the bed. who wouldn't want to sleep in a comfy king size nook with a galaxy projector, atmospheric lighting, privacy curtains, and a ceiling fan

even by Muskoka standards, this is a pretty fucking luxe bunkie but fuck it, if I'm designing a fantasy dream cottage why wouldn't I give my hypothetical guests the most relaxing & refreshing experience possible?

man this floor plan app is dangerous. I'm designing a cottage with a bunkie and, uh, I think I'm good at this??

like, I'm limited to the finishes & fixtures of a free account so I can't really customize it fully, but the crappy 3D snapshots look and feel like a proper Muskoka cottage and the bunkie feels like a private villa at a beach resort.