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Halloween
Written by @beautifullillis
Gift for @sam-i-am2468
Pairing: Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak
Word count: 2802
Rating: T
Eddie’s feet hit the sidewalk as he walked towards Bill’s house, where all the Losers were meeting. He was wearing his Spiderman costume he’d picked out, matched with a pair of black converse and the coat his mother made him wear. He felt dumb all of a sudden, all the littler kids he passed didn’t have on a winter coat, none of them were covered in lights and glowsticks so they had no chance in hell of getting run over by a car. All the little kids just skipped along, showing their mom’s the bags of candy they’d acquired in the past half hour. He kept his eyes in front of him from then on, not wanting to get sad over all these little kids who just so happened to have parents that had the stamina to walk blocks upon blocks in order to get as much candy as possible. Ever since he was four Eddie’s mom would ask Bill’s mom to take him trick-or-treating, saying the walk would kill her feet. She didn’t even hand out candy, preferring to stay planted in her chair, as she always did, and watching her shows while eating the family size bag of candy she’d bought at the local supermarket for that night. The thought of it had Eddie shuddering. How can someone sit like that all day? He shook his head, hoping the thought would bounce around on the inside of his skull and get stuck in the crevices of his brain for awhile.
As Bill’s house came into view towards the end of the street, Eddie let his jacket sag off his shoulders.He was already wearing a pair of long underwear under his costume so the jacket just made him uncomfortably hot. When the others noticed him, they started to wave. “Spaghetti boy, get your ass up here! You’re late!” Richie said with a smile. Eddie eyed his werewolf costume, a pair of ears clipped in his curly hair, fake teeth stuck in and the rags-for-clothes outfits; he’d look kinda scary if his eyes weren’t the size of dinner plates. “Shut the fuck up four eyes, try getting out of my house on time some time. It’s not easy.” Eddie shouldered Richie as he eyes the others around him. Bill was dressed as a Naruto character, wearing a headband and a face mask. Eddie scrunched his nose at the costume, not really one for anime himself but understanding that there was a small Georgie Naruto running around in said character's costume. The next in his line of site was Stan, though the closest thing his culture had was tzedakah, a tradition where jewish children would dress up as sages, princesses, heroes, and clowns and go door to door in their community to ask for donations for the needy, Stan’s father had started letting him go trick-or-treating with his friends about three years ago. Said boy was currently wearing a red and white striped sweater with a beanie and round glasses. He looked kinda cute with the glasses and his curls popping out under the hat. Next was Mike, he was dressed as Frankenstien’s monster, fake stitches here and there along with different parts of his body (like his hand or his neck) painted a couple shades darker or lighter than his original skin tone. Lastly was Ben and Bev, Ben wearing all white with wings and a halo while Bev smiled devilishly next to him in her red and black ensemble, adorning horns and a tail to finish the look. Eddie nodded at all their costumes. “You guys put effort in, I’m proud.”
Mike and Bill laughed at his joke, Stan rolling his eyes. “Well now that you’re here we can grab George and head out.” Stan said, looking as kids walked towards the front porch they had been standing on. “Too many little brats.” He mumbled and scooted a couple steps back to get out of the way of their grabby hands and sticky fingers. “Yeah, sorry bout that. Mom wanted pictures and all that.” Eddie stepped to the side too, back past richie out the kid's path of terror.
“Yeah we get it, your mom likes to terrorize you.” Richie said as he swiped a hand through Eddie’s hair. Eddie scowled and stepped away.
At this point everyone was ready to head out, their thirteen year old bodies ready to consume the sugary goodness that game with the holiday. “Alright m-mm-mom!” Billed yelled through the screen door as the little brats ran past him, back out into the neighborhood. “We’re g-ga-gonna head out.” Bill stuttered as he moved his face mask to talk clearly. “Alright sweetheart, make sure to keep an eye on your brother.” Ms. Denbrough was now at the screen door, opening it for Georgie to slip out. He Naruto ran past the group of preteens and down into the grass to run in circles, gripping the neon green pumpkin-bucket in his hand as he did so. “I’ll m-m-mmm-make sure he never l-leaves m-my sight.” Bill said to his mom, a small salute as he turned to walk down the stairs, his own candy bag in hand. Ms. Denbrough smiled at her son and looked over his group of friends, Bev and Ben following Bill down the stairs as Richie snuck a blowpop from the candy dish. When her eyes found Eddie she frowned. “Are you hot sweetie?” She asked as the small boys still had his coat sagging off his shoulders. “Y-yeah..” Eddie admitted, not sure if Bill’s mom was gonna snitch on him to his own mom. “Why don’t you leave your coat here until you kids get back?” She asked and opened the screen door to grab the garment from Eddie’s hands. Eddie smiled and passed it to her with a big smile. “Thank you!” He smiled up at her, turning to follow all his friends who had made their way to the sidewalk, Georgie laughing as Richie and Bill made fart noises at eachother like the mature eighth graders they were. Eddie caught up to them and smiled, starting to pull glow sticks from around his neck to hand out amongst the group.
They made their way to the north side of town, hitting as many houses as possible on their way. Georgie’s bucket was almost full as they made it to their destination, the nice side of town. The bigger houses out here were where the new families who came to Derry moved into. The houses were newer, just having been developed in the past five years instead of being around since the 20/30s’ like most if this shitty’s towns buildings. “You ready to get those full size candy bars Eds’?” Richie asked as they strolled up to the first house, his hand brushing Eddie’s, making the smaller of the two blush. Eddie put a scowl on his face, looking up at his lanky friend. “Fuck you. I told you not to call me that.” Eddie mumbled back. Richie just laughed and stepped forward to mess with Bev, leaving Eddie to be sucked into a conversation with Stan and Mike. “That was kinda gay.” Stan whispered to Eddie. “I noticed.” Eddie mumbled as he fell into step with Stan. Mike laughed at the two of them, placing his hand on Stan’s shoulder as they walked. “Talk to him Eddie.” Mike encouraged as they watched Richie and Bev knock on the door of the house’s door. They followed their friends up the house’s steps let out a “Trick-or-Treat!” As they walked back to the sidewalk, Georgie swinging his glow stick around as he and Bill fought about the best Naruto character at the front of the group, Stan, Mike and Eddie still talking about Eddie’s low self esteem at the back. “I’d rather not ruin my friendship like that.” Eddie said as he looked at the full size MilkyWay he was given at the last house. “You never know.” Mike said, looking down at Eddie. “Yeah, for all you know Richie could have just as big a crush on you as you have on him.” Stan said, keeping his voice low as he spoke. Eddie looked at the side of Richie’s face as he spoke to Bev and Ben, Richie ruffling both of their
heads of hair with a smile. Eddie sighed as he thought about how Richie would pat his head some times, the way it made Eddie’s heart pound and his cheeks warm up as he’d hide his face and scowl at his own feelings.
They hit a couple more houses before Bill suggested they start to head back, pointing out Georgie’s yawn and saying all the running around must have worn him out. Richie made a joke about how he likes to wear himself out and Bev decked him in the arm. She told him to watch his trashmouth and pushed him to the back of their small group. He landed next to Eddie who was messing with his gloves. “Hey Eds’!” Richie said and threw an arm around the smaller boy. “How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that.” Eddie mumbled as he looked up to Richie’s eyes. Richie was still smiling when Eddie met hie eyes, as if laughing at something in his own head. “Can I help you?” Eddie asked as he looked to the back of Stan’s hat covered head, not trying to catch Richie’s eyes again after the look he just caught. “Yeah actually,” Richie said as he pulled Eddie into him by the arm around he’d thrown around Eddie’s shoulders. “I wanna talk to you, just us two.” Richie said, patting Eddie’s shoulder before letting go of him all together. He whistled along to the sounds of the monster mash playing from one of the houses, Eddie’s eyes watching him for a couple seconds before looking back at the front of the group. Georgie was in Bill’s arms, his neon green bucket in his hand as he laid his head on Bill’s shoulder and watched all the other children retreating to their homes. His nerves started to get to him the more they walked, Richie putting his two cents in where he thought needed while their friends spoke about the plans for the upcoming weekend. Eddie bit his lip as he thought about all the possible things Richie could want to talk about. This week’s math test? Did he have something in his teeth? Did he lose the comic Eddie had let him borrow? His head was pounding with the possibilities, his feet scraping the ground as he lingered behind. Richie’s whistling never faltered as they came closer to Bill’s house. The blow-up decorations were still on and the fake spiderwebs still covered the porch as they passed the family’s mailbox and headed to the front door. “Well that was a good night!” Bev said happily as she sat on Bill’s steps, pulling Ben down beside her. “It wasn’t horrible.” Stasn said with a shrug, pulling a lollipop from his bag to eat. “Speak for yourself.” Eddie mumbled, no one hearing him as he opened the screen door for Bill. He popped his head in to grab his coat off the hook and smiled at Mrs. Denbrough. “Did you have a good time sweetie?” She asked as she walked towards her older son to grab the younger one from his arms.
“Y-yuh-yeah. It was f-fffff-fun.” Bill answered as he looked back at Eddie. “Got anything g-guh-g-good?” He asked, pointing to the bag Eddie was carrying. “Yeah, I think I got some caramel popcorn in Jackson.” Eddie said as he opened the bag, pulling out the orange bag of popcorn to show the trio in front of him. “That sounds yummy.” Mrs. Denbrough said as she patted Georgie’s head. “Alright boys, I’m going to put this little gut to bed.” She waved and wished the group of pre-teens goodnight, all of them waving back. “Alright,” Bill started as he led Eddie back out onto the porch and addressed the group. “Let’s m-mm-meet up in t-the cafeteria during b-buh-breakfast time to trade c-cah-cah-candy.” He stretched his arms above his head, hsi own yawn coming out. Bev and Ben stood back up, fingers laced together. “Alrighty.” Bev said and waved at her friends with a big smile on her face, Ben giving a less dramatic wav and a
sheepish smile. “See you tomorrow then.” She led Ben to the sidewalk before waving one last time and heading towards Ben’s house to walk him home. Stan took a step away from the group next, saluting back to them. “Gotta head home before dad gets worried.” Stan stated, lollipop hanging out of the side of his mouth. “I’ll see you losers tomorrow.” He called out and crossed the street before ducking between to houses to get home faster. Eddie looked at the spiderman wristwatch he’d been gifted for his birthday. “Looks like i should start to head home too.” He said to the three other boys, stepping back and putting his coat back on. “That’s my cue.” Richie said as he winked at Bill. “Gotta make sure the valuables get home safe.” Bill and Mike laughed with Richie at his small joke. Eddie pushed past them and started to walk down the street towards his house.
Richie’s feet pounded on the sidewalk as he caught up with Eddie. It was dark out now, the only light guiding them was the street lamps shining down and the string lights people had hung up in preparation for tonight. “Slow down shortstack!” Richie called out behind him. Eddie turned to look at him, scowl on his face. “Don’t call me that!” Eddie snapped at him and turned around to keep walking home. Richie just smiled and laughed, clapping a hand down on Eddie’s shoulder. They turned the corner as Richie started to whistle again, the noise frying Eddie’s nerves. They walked in the sound of their mixed footsteps and the high pitched whistling for a couple blocks until they reached the intersection by Eddie’s street. Richie’s hand on his shoulder stopped Eddie from crossing. “Eds’,” Richie started as he looked up at the stars and the moon. “I-I’ve been wanting to tell you something for awhile.” Eddie’s breath caught in his throat at the way Richie looked down at him. Richie’s blue eyes flashed with emotions, too fast for Eddie to catch anything other than the seriousness that pooled in them. “What?” Eddie barely got out, throat suddenly dry and cheeks hot. Richie studied his face before looked left and right, making sure no one was around. “Eddie,” He said, his voice softer than usual. Eddie couldn’t think when he looked at him like that. “Richie.” He whispered back, not liking how this was going. Richie would never confess to him, why would he? Richie trashmouth I-talk-about-tits-more-than-anything-else Tozier? Yeah no way Eddie’s feelings were returned! He should walk away. Leave before Richie smells the homosexual radiating off of him. He should run and try to forget it all. Make up an excuse to escape-
“I like you.” Richie whispered. Eddie’s face heated up and and he closed his eyes, not wanting to see Richie’s face when he started to laugh at him. “That’s not funny Rich!” Eddie yelled at him. “Just cause all the other kids call me a homo doesn’t mean you can make fun of me with that too!” Eddie opened his eyes again, feeling tears start to pool in the corners of them. “Ed-” Richie started, taking a step back and let his arm fall by his side. “No Richie!” Eddie said back to him. “If you’re gonna make fun of me, stick to the regular insults.” Eddie wiped his eyes before the tears could spill. “Eddie.” Richei started again. “I just want to be like all the other boys!” Eddie felt his breath shake “Eddie!” Richie said again. “Did Stan tell you! Does he think this is as funny as you do?” Eddie asked, feeling more weak than ever as he had to look up at Richie. “Eddie!” Richie yelled back at him and grabbed Eddie’s shoulders. “Eddie, this isn’t a joke. I’m not making fun of you.” Richie pushes a couple of Eddie’s brown curls off his forehead. “I really like you.” He whispered and looked into the other boy’s eyes. Eddie just looked up at
Richie with teary eyes. “Y-you do?” He asked and Richie smiled down at him. “Of course I do.” Richie said with a smile as he cupped one of Eddie’s cheeks. Eddie felt his lower lip tremble. “Wow you’re such a sap.” He said with a smile and a sniffle. Richie laughed at the small boy, thinking of how head over heels he was for him.
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Inside the facility where Kodak brings film back to life
Inside the facility where Kodak brings film back to life Here’s a look at how thin strips of acetate become tiny blank canvases.
Paul Simon never wrote a song about Kodak Ektachrome, so you’ve probably never heard of it. But you have seen pictures shot on the film: The astronauts brought it to the moon in 1969, and National Geographic photographers have carried it around the globe.
Launched in 1946, Ektachrome evolved from a slightly finicky stock prone to issues with fading into a go-to medium valued for its vibrant colors. Hues skew toward the blue end of the spectrum, creating more-realistic images than the warmer Kodachrome of Simon fame. Both are slide films—meaning they produce full-color pictures right on the film rather than white-is-black/black-is-white negatives. But Ektachrome is easier to handle: While Kodachrome gets its color from dyes in the developing process, Ektachrome contains its own pigments, so developing is less labor-intensive.
But the film favorite nearly didn’t survive a tumultuous decade. As digital cameras and smartphones axed analog photography’s market by 80 percent, Kodak ended Ektachrome’s run in 2012. The sunset, however, did not last long. Since 2015, a growing enthusiast market and a goose from cinematic heavies such as directors J.J. Abrams and Christopher Nolan have helped 35-millimeter-film sales rebound. The trend spurred Kodak to revive Ektachrome.
Over the past 18 months, the Rochester, New York, company has worked to fine-tune the chemical mix that made the iconic film. Kodak will have it back in the hands of photographers later in 2018. Here’s a look at how thin strips of acetate become tiny blank canvases.
A tall tale.
Stan Horaczek
The Eastman Business Park in Rochester spans 1,200 acres and has its own power plant, private railroad, and fire station. This smokestacked building, which Kodak sold in 2013, sits just outside one of the company’s only remaining facilities for analog-film production, where Ektachrome takes form.
The left side of this image is from a modern digital camera (a Canon 5D Mark III); the right side is an Ektachrome exposure. We retouched the Ektachrome frame to better match the stock’s original color (rich blues). Our original shot was on an expired roll from the secondary market and so had a pinkish tint—though you could still see some of the characteristic blue in the shadows.
Into the light.
Stan Horaczek
The elevators in Building 30, where Kodak blends film chemicals, help workers’ eyes get used to the conditions that light-sensitive compounds demand. From street level, they enter cars lit green, a hue that encourages their peepers to adjust to the dim, film-safe red tones upstairs. The crimson light won’t react with the more than 1,200 chemicals Kodak keeps and catalogs here. Staff maintain the building at 75 degrees and 50 percent humidity, conditions that help stabilize setting agents such as gelatin and cut down static electricity, which can expose film.
Wet ingredients.
Stan Horaczek
All film has two main components: a substrate and layers of photosensitive chemicals—the stuff that makes pictures happen. Ektachrome requires 106 components distributed across 15 layers. Workers load raw materials into the industrial mixers seen here to create blends that, among other functions, resist fog and balance the acidity of the film.
Color seal.
Stan Horaczek
Down the hall in the precipitation room, chemists mix the compounds that make the film sensitive to light. Pumps push raw materials such as silver, bromide, dyes, and salts into the kettle (center) in densities measured out to five decimal places. The result is silver halide crystals tuned for different colors; those dyed yellow will grab blue light, magentas capture green, and cyans snag red.
Blend tech.
Stan Horaczek
At the bottom of this 475-gallon mixing kettle, a planar emulsion precipitation apparatus (or PEPA), which vaguely resembles a perforated plastic watermelon, spins at up to 5,000 rpm. The speed helps evenly distribute the silver halide crystals in liquefied gelatin to create an emulsion. Learning to work with the fussy animal-derived material is what spurred Kodak founder George Eastman to create the film giant’s research arm in the late 1800s.
Connect the pots.
Stan Horaczek
Once blended, chemicals travel in barcoded containers across “The Bridge,” a conveyor-belt system that connects Building 30 to a coating facility in Building 38. Once the substances cross this expanse, an automated process takes over, reducing the risk of spills or mix-ups. The light-sensitive emulsions occupy matte black boxes, while other elements await their fate in bottles.
Hot pot.
Stan Horaczek
Here in the melting room, machines called dumpers move silver halide emulsions and other chemicals into massive kettles. This row of 26 mixers re-melt gelatin and marry disparate compounds into film coatings. This room is typically blackout dark when mixing is in process.
Shake it off.
Stan Horaczek
Coatings get cleaned up in this, the “hot room,” on their way to meet their acetate base. The tubes running across the room’s frame deliver materials to filters (not shown) that catch any undissolved gelatin. Meanwhile, ultrasonic vibrations shake out bubbles that could leave voids on the film. The space stays above 100 degrees to keep everything flowing freely.
Master control.
Stan Horaczek
The coating process happens in perfect darkness, but it’s controlled from this 1980s masterpiece. Two rooms away, machines paint each of Ektachrome’s 15 layers onto acetate. The 52-inch-wide film rolls pass through a coating waterfall, a cooler, and a dryer. Once they reach the other side, the direction switches, and the film circuits through the whole process again. If laid end to end, the trip would stretch nearly a mile. The facility sits on a steel-reinforced concrete slab that reaches 100 feet below the ground, all the way to bedrock, negating any ambient vibration that could cause coating inconsistencies.
Drum line.
Stan Horaczek
Once the film is finished and the coatings hardened, workers seal it in light-tight wooden containers and truck it down the street. Each case holds a roll of sensitized stock as long as 12,000 feet—Ektachrome runs will be 6,000 feet. Kodak paints the airtight containers flat black on the inside, and seals them with collars to ensure no light can seep in and prematurely expose the film.
Cut, cut, cut.
Stan Horaczek
This moving-truck-size machine, known as the slitter, slices the 52-inch rolls into 38 individual strips of 35mm Ektachrome. The apparatus is similar to what food packagers would use to trim Doritos bags but with some special Kodak modifications, such as custom blades. Normally, this room is pitch-black; only strips of green glow-in-the-dark tape help workers find their way around the behemoth.
Punch a bunch.
Stan Horaczek
This device, which Kodak calls “the heart,” punches holes in the edges of the film so sprockets inside a camera can crank through exposures. Film travels from the reel at the right through the rotary perforator in the center at a rate of 3,000 feet per minute. The corrugated tubes that extend like arteries (hence the cardiovascular name) on the top and bottom of the machine are vacuum lines that suck away the chads. Each roll of 36 pictures will have roughly 700 holes.
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Quality control.
Stan Horaczek
Engineers test sections of film in a developing lab. They spot-check for imperfections including incomplete chemical coating or crinkles from the machinery. During production, Kodak uses night-vision cameras to monitor the film for irregularities such as uneven application or breaks. If the machines sense that something is wrong, they mark that spot on the roll so testers can then cut out that piece and diagnose the mishap.
Wrap it up.
Stan Horaczek
The final film goes on to the packaging area, where a machine wraps it around plastic spools like these. Each batch of Ektachrome nets out to nearly 3 million feet of film—or more than 600,000 individual rolls. How much of it the company makes will depend on sales; film has a finite shelf life—even if you store it in the fridge.
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“I Couldn’t Pass Up This Opportunity” - Niall Horan Imagine
This is a work in progress, I just wanted some input of if I should continue.
It was a chilly day in Boston, Massachusetts. The wind whipped around you every time a bus drove by, causing you to wrap your North Face closer around you, but didn’t stop your teeth from chattering from the icy blast. You had a meeting in the afternoon, and decided it would be a good day to walk around Boston, for a few hours, before your meeting started. It wasn’t a very important meeting, but the higher managers liked to get together once every couple weeks to talk about sales, even though you weren’t even in that department and had no say in anything that happened.
The train dropped you off at South Station, the second to last stop before it hit Back Bay and turned around to fill up with passengers again. Getting into the station was a warm relief, letting the muscles you didn’t realize you were clenching, relax a bit, while you busied your mind looking for the Starbucks you knew so well. You got into the unnecessarily long line, inching forward every 5 minutes, before you finally gave up, giving it a deep sigh, and knowing you’ll be able to sit in the Starbucks by your building before heading in for the meeting.
You braces yourself for the cold again, zipping up your jacket until it was covering your neck, and taking the hat and scarf out of your bag. Ducking your head low so your face did take the chill full force, you opened the doors and started your journey.
Boston was always a magical place in the winter time, there were rarely any rude people that you bumped into, in fact, strangers rarely talked to each other, other than the excuse me’s while passing, some occasional apologies for running into one another, and then some thank you’s when checking out. Boston wasn’t quite a winter wonderland yet, but you knew as soon as reached the Commons, it would be highly decorated with lights that would brighten your mood.
You pulled your phone out of your pockets every few minutes to check the time, even though you were about 2 hours early, you still didn’t want to be late, since the CEO sometimes makes appearances at these pointless meetings, you were pretty sure, not even he knew what was going on in the company.
Turning the corner, you ran into a bunch of people hustling out of a store, and looking up, you saw it was the CVS that you always pass, but never really go into, mainly because you were never really worried about buying anything from the connivence store on the way to work. But today, you decided to go in, and enjoy the warmth, and get a snack, before continuing on your chilly walk.
“Welcome to CVS” the cashier greeted with a smile, “let me know if I can help you with anything”
You gave her a courteous smile and nod before heading over the clearly marked coolers on the wall. On the left we’re drinks and the right we’re snacks. You peeked into the drink isle, noticing another person browsing, wearing gray sweats and a black North Face, also noticing his black hat hiding all of his hair.
“Excuse me” you said, moving past him to look at the drinking the cooler.
“Sorry” he said, flicking his eyes to you, then back to the coolers. An accent poked out with his word, but you couldn’t quite detect what it was.
You were trying to decide whether you should get a caffeine fix from a bottle of Mountain Dew or an Arizona, one was cheaper, one had a lot of caffeine. You turned around to look at some snacks, hoping that would be able to help you decide, only to have the stranger say “excuse me” and move behind you. There was that accent again.
You watched him for a second, seeing him take his phone out of his pocket, send a text, and then place it back in his pocket. His profile looked familiar, you’ve definitely seen it somewhere, you just couldn’t place a finger on it.
Or maybe it was the accent that was throwing you for a loop. You decided to test it out, moving towards the Arizona’s, “have you tried any of these?” You asked the stranger.
“Hm?” He hummed, looking up to you, meeting your green eyes with his blue ones.
“Have you ever tried the Arizona’s?” You asked shyly again, a lot of people up north don’t socialize with people they don’t know.
“Oh” he realized, looking at the flavors, “Yeah, I’ve had most of them”
“Which ones best?” You interviewed, needing to hear more of the accent.
“Uh” he muddled, “they’re all pretty good, but I personally like the Arnold Palmer” he motioned to the gray can in the last row.
The familiarity was coming back to you, but a quick google search could help you a little bit more, but when that search led to nothing, you stated doubting if it was actually who you thought it was.
“Thanks” you said suddenly, grabbing the can out of the cooler, and rounding the corner to more snacks.
You knew it was Niall Horan that you just had a casual conversation with, everything added up, the accent, the piercing blue eyes, the only thing that wasn’t adding up in your mind, was why he was here, and why it wasn’t showing up on google or even your snap map, that he was in town.
There was a large part of you that didn’t want to bother him because he was obviously trying very hard to stay hidden underneath that hat. Another part of you wanted to ask him for a quick picture and promise you won’t post it until much later on when both of you were no longer in Boston. With your anxiety raging, you rounded the corner back to the drinks where you spotted him before, finding him still standing in the same spot.
“Not the right flavor?” He asked, looking up from his phone.
“Uh” You fumbled, knowing who it was, was causing you to go stiff with admiration, “I just need more of a caffeine fix”
He nodded, and smirked at you, watching you put the Arizona back and replacing it with the Mountain Dew you thought of earlier. You took another look at him, you stomach in knots, not really sure how to bring up the celebrity.
“You’re not from around here, are you?” You asked him suddenly, causing him to give you a small look of shock.
“No” he smirked again, “how did ya know?”
“The accent” you commented, “what is that? Irish?”
“Sure is” he nodded, keeping his head low now.
“I always loved those accents” you commented nonchalantly again, your stomach still writhing.
“Thank you” he said, reaching into the cooler and picking up the Arizona you just put back, “think I’ll get this for meself”
He turned around to look at the snacks, just like you did earlier, if he had the idea that you knew who he was, he hasn’t ran yet, but probably will when he finds out how much of a Stan you were.
“So this is awkward” you said, your flushing red before he even looked at you, “I know who you are and I just couldn’t pass up an opportunity to ask for a picture”
“Who am I?” He asked you with a wink, making you immediately second guess yourself.
“Uh, you’re Niall Horan, right?” You said in an awkward whisper.
“No” he said emotionless, looking you dead in the eye, making your face go even redder, and feel like you were about to cry.
“Fuck” you cried, “I’m so sorry, this is so awkward”
The stranger laughed, “I’m just kidding, but your face” he laughed harder.
Humiliation washed over you, you were unsure how to react, should you walk away from him, or just stand there until he was done laughing at you.
“I’m sorry” he said, calming down from him temporary high, “of course I’ll take a picture with you”
“Thanks” you said awkwardly, small defeat in your voice, which caught his attention instantly.
“I’m sorry” he said sincerely, “I didn’t mean to upset ya”
“I just feel like an idiot” you confessed, feeling sort of numb.
“Nooo” he whined, pulling you into an immediate hug, “I’m sorry, I’ve just always wanted to do that”
You weren’t really sure what to say to him as he pulled out of the hug, not out of humiliation, but the shock from him hugging you out of the blue, and the way he smelled, sent your soul away from your body for the short few seconds his arms were around you.
“Let me buy yer drink, I promise I’m not a bad person” he motioned, grabbing the Mountain Dew our of your hand and walking to the register, with you blindly following him.
“That’ll be 3.20” the cashier said. You watched Niall pull out his wallet and swipe his card through the reader, the cashier giving you envious eyes. You wondered if she knew who he was or if she just thought he was good looking and you knew him.
The cashier handed him his receipt, “thank you” he said, followed by a “You too” when she said ‘have a nice day’.
“Thanks” You said as he walked out the door, giving you your soda, coming alive to the cold that shocked you.
“So are you from around ‘ere?” He asked, cracking open the can.
“Uh” You stammered, the Mountain Dew freezing your fingers, “yeah, I work a few cities over, they have us come here for a corporate meeting every few weeks”
“That’s cool, so you must be in a high position?” He questioned.
“I’m only a manager of the store” you shrugged, “they like to invite us to show us what we could be”
“Well then” He chuckled, “that’s stupid”.
“Yeah” you scoffed, “I agree”.
“But you know your way around the city?” He questioned further, as you aimlessly walked down the street together.
“Pretty well, I’m here at least 3 times a month” you shrugged again.
“Know any good places to eat?” He interrogated.
“Plenty” you informed, “what are you feeling? I can point you in the right direction”.
“Hm” he hummed, thinking to himself, “what are you feeling... unless you have to go to that corporate meeting”
“Uh” You stammered, looking at the time on your phone, only an hour until the meeting starts, “no” you shrugged your shoulders, “it’s not required that I go” you said, knowing damn well you were going to get a call from your district manager asking where the hell you were today.
“You sure?” He asked, eyeing you, knowing as well as you, that you were lying.
“Yeah, like I said, it’s just a dick measuring contest, and to see how far you can deep throat the CEO”
“That was....” He stammered, “vivid”, he chuckled after.
“Yeah well” you breathed out, “it’s true, and I’m the only female manager so they like to think I’m below them, when I have the best numbers in the district”
“What!?” He asked, taken aback in disbelief, “my entire team are females, and they do a better job”.
“Well obviously” you said with a sarcastic hair flip, making Niall grin at you.
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Gravity Falls Valor Force Rangers Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Friday June 10th, 2016
Gravity Falls
The One That Got Cafe
“Thompson?”, Tambry called from where the gang was sitting at the counter.
“I was wondering how long it would take you guys,” the guy who ordered espresso said as he stood. While the facial features were similar, the rest of him had changed. He appeared to have grown another six or seven inches and had shed a lot of weight.
“What in the world happened to you man?”, Nate asked as Thompson made it over to the counter.
“Well, shortly after the first semester started I met this great girl. We really hit it off and she started hitting the gym, so I joined her.”, Thompson explained as he waved a hand to show off his physique, “And as you can see it worked out, even if she and I didn't.”
“크래커에 거룩한 쓰레기, 그는 뜨거��. 나는 기꺼이 그녀를 대신 할 것이다.”*, Candy said as she finally got a good look at Thompson. She recognized him sitting down, but standing up she finally saw the difference and she was openly staring.
“고마워요 캔디, 나는 영광 스럽다.”**, Thompson said as he turned towards the startled teen waitress.
The gang all looked between the two not knowing what was going on. Thompson just stood there with a small smile as he watched Candy's reaction.
Candy suddenly got flustered and blushing profusely. She turned away muttering, “What, how? 너는 나를 이해하기로되어 있지 않았다.”***
“What was that?”, Nate asked as he, along with everyone else, tried to figure out what the two were saying.
“Oh she was just congratulating me on the weight loss and I thanked her. Before you ask the ex was from Korea so I got a copy of Behistun Inscription for Korean and nearly blew my Economics course working on it.”, Thompson said as he finally sat down.
“That was sweet, I bet she loved it man.”, Lee said as he handed Thompson his espresso.
“Unfortunately no, by the time I was able to hold conversations with a couple of the others who speak Korean at school something happened.”, Thompson said before he took a sip of his drink, “I went to see her one day and heard a male voice coming out of her dorm room. In Korean he was talking about the idiotic white boy and she told him she was just stringing him on as a way to get a visa.”
“Oh man, I'm so sorry.”, Tambry said as she put a hand across his.
“What's her name, man?”, Wendy asked as she envisioned egging the girl who messed with her friend's heart.
“Not saying,” Thompson replied as he saw the malevolent smirk on her ginger haired friend. Looking at the rest of the group he changed the subject, “So what were you guys talking about before you finally recognized me?”
“Oh just whether or not Wendy and Dipper are finally gonna hook up,” Lee said as he made a french vanilla latte for a customer of Grenda's.
“So I still have a chance to win?', Thompson said with a smirk as Wendy started blushing anew.
Out In The Abandoned Mines Outside Of Town
Lord Tulka and Lady Vane are exploring the caverns, examining the work they put into the lair over the last few days. There were countless black artist mannequin looking humanoids moving about cleaning, setting up furniture, etc. When the pair enter the large inner chamber they see several oddities had been installed. There was a large bowl that seemed to be connected to a frame contain a blank canvas, a pile of knick-knacks (which included the old Questiony the Question Mark costume, an old postal box, several bear traps (most of which were pried of the legs of the black figures), and other non essential items the black figures had gathered during there investigations of the modern world.
On the other side of the room there sat a raised dais that held a single white wooden chair that had come from the fenced in pond the drones had found during their searches. It was here that Lord Tulka stopped his explorations and sat, his spear now resting in the slot that once held the umbrella. Pleased with the way the lair was shaping up he gestured for his companion to come forward.
“Lady Vane, are our troops ready to test this world and see if it is to be found fit?”, the hirsute Lord Tulka called as she approached.
“My lord, I have been creating Cryptizones,” she replied as she swept her hands towards the black wooden figures, “from the local flora and our forces have been collecting artifacts for me to study. Soon I'll be able to help create more servants for your command. But until then we should send an advance squad in to gauge the strength of our enemies.”
“Tomorrow we shall send out Vodak, he will give us a decent idea on the town's strength.”, Lord Tulka said before he took another look around the chamber, “Where is he? That cone headed buffoon is never here when I want him.”
In the chamber there were several of the Cryptizones working on a mural along one wall depicting Lord Tulka holding the world in his arms. From the hall to the right of the mural in walks what on first glance looks like a six foot tall Gnome. But on the second glance you can tell that nothing that he is not a normal Gnome. The first issue (besides his size) is the gray leathery look of his skin and the brownish-green tint of his hair. Then there was his beard, while the same color as his hair was cut in a van dyke instead of the full beard. Next is his state of dress, while the overalls and shirt were the norm for Gravity Falls Gnomes the colors weren't. The overalls were as dirty black and ripped in several places while the light brown shirt had had the sleeves ripped off. And his hat (which if he took it off would leave him standing at just five feet tall) was a deep brown and as dirty as the rest of him. Sleeved up his right arm there appeared to be some sort of forearm guard that covered from his elbow to his wrist.
“There you are, Vodak!”, Lord Tulka called as the giant Gnome came into his line of sight, “And just where have you been?”
“My liege, I was out procuring food as you had commanded.”, Vodak said holding up several cloth bags that appeared to have at one time been bedsheets, “I was able to gather some fresh venison and I was able to abscond a supply of human for for the two of you to try.”
He handed off the sacks that held the venison to a Cryptizone who took them off to the kitchen chamber. He sat the other two down on a table in the chamber and began pulling items out to show his 'master' and his true mistress. He pulled out boxes of cereal, a wheel of cheese, a couple bags of jerky, a six pack of Tubby Tusk Root Beer in bottles and one of Pitt Cola, and a stack of granola bars. The jerky and the soda he bought forth to Lord Tulka.
“An offering to you my liege, cured meats and beverages to wash it down.”, Vodak said as he offered the snacks to Lord Tulka. He then turned and walked towards Lady Vane and as he passed the table he reached into the smaller sack and pulled out a box of chocolate bonbons, “and for the lady I offer sweet for the sweet.”
As she took the offered candies they heard a loud pop and turned to see Lord Tulka drinking from the neck of the bottle of soda as it appeared that he bit the cap off and swallowed it.
“Buuurrrrppp!”, Lord Tulka belched as he released the pressure of the carbonated drink. Turning towards Vodak he said, “Tomorrow you shall take a squad of Cryptizones into the town and find a large gathering to test the worthiness of the town.”
“Yes Lord Tulka,” Vodak replied. As he headed to take the remaining snack items to the kitchen chamber a malicious thought came to him, 'And I know just where to attack, those brats that always gave Geoff problems are returning tomorrow and while I was procuring these supplies I remember one of the townsfolk mention a party at the old tourist trap where they used to live. I can kill two birds with one stone, test the troops an show up Geoff by getting rid of those brats.'
Saturday June 11th, 2016 12:15 PM
Gravity Falls Bus Terminal
As the Speedy Beaver bus pulled up to the terminal the small group of people that appear to be waiting for it stretch out a sign that reads, 'Welcome Back, Dipper & Mabel!!!' Among those holding the sign was Stan, Ford, Wendy, Candy, Grenda, & Pacifica. Soos and Melody stayed at the Shack to finish the last minute preparations for the party. The bus hadn't even started to stop before they heard a familiar voice yelling, “They're here, they're here. I told you Dip Dop.”
When the door to the bus finally opened a sixteen year old Mabel Pines practically flew out of the bus and stage dived into her friends and family. After all of the hugs were finished she pulled back and everyone got a chance to actually see her for the first time since the end of the previous summer. At five foot ten inches she hadn't grown any taller, but she had cut her hair in a pageboy style and a light blue sweater was tied around her waist. She had on midnight blue leggings that were speckled with stars, a black tiered skirt, and a gray camisole with a picture of Jasper the Genial Specter doing a backstroke on the front of it.
“You're looking good pumpkin,” Stan said as he pulled her into a hug, “We're gonna have to keep the boys away by force this year.”
“I do have some new stun gloves I need to test out,” For added as he took his turn hugging her.
“You guys,” Mabel giggled as she swatted the two elder twins. She then headed towards her friends.
“You know Mabel, you could have helped me.”, a somewhat familiar voice called from the door of the bus.
Most heads turned towards the voice as Mabel called out, “Hey you lost the bet fair and square mister!”
While they saw Wendy's old hat, it didn't seem to be on a person they recognized. The last year had been good to Dipper it seems. When the twins left last year he was still a good two inches shorter than Mabel, but he now appeared to be towering a good four inches over her. He also had lost the last of the baby fat he had had when they left. With a jaw line not quite a square as his Grunkles, it was still decently defined and had the start of a soul patch just below his lip. And while he was still somewhat skinny, there was some noticeable start of definition in his arms and calves. Like his sister his look had evolved some also. He had on a pair of denim cargo shorts, a black A-shirt, and a short sleeved green flannel. He was pulling along two rolling suitcases and had a backpack hanging off each shoulder. While he walked over to the crowd, the driver had gotten off and was unloading four more suitcases.
“Well guys, we're back for the summer!”, he exclaimed as he dropped the two backpacks and let go of the suitcases.
“Who are you and what did you do to my nibbling of a nephew?”, Stan asked with a chuckle in his voice that said he was joking.
“It's good to see you Dipper,” Ford said as he held out a hand.
“Aw come here you two fogeys,” Dipper said as he pulled his two Grunkles into a hug. As he pulled back he felt his hat being lifted off of the top of his head.
“Well Dip, time for this bad boy to come back where it belongs.”, Wendy said as she held up the trappers cap.
Dipper reached out to take either the trapper's cap or his old pinetree hat and Wendy attempted to keep both hats away from him as she has done the previous three years. But unlike the previous years he was now as tall as her, so he reached out and grabbed the pinetree hat which he placed back on his head.
“Hey there Wendy,” he said as he pulled her into a hug. He held this hug longer than any other hugs than have been exchanged so far.
“Alright you two break it up, we need to get to the shack. Soos and Melody are waiting for us,” Stan said as he smirked at the two teens.
Fifteen Minutes Later At The Shack
“Alright Doods, let's get the party started.”, Soos called out from the DJ booth as he worked the sound system.
As Dipper watched, couples gathered out on the dance floor. Blubs and Durland, Robbie and Tambry, Nate and the girl from the pizza joint at the mall, even Mabel and her girls were all out there dancing. Actually it seemed that Mabel, Candy, and Grenda were dancing in a circle around Pacifica who was laughing along with their antics. He also saw several others from around town there on the floor. Lee and Thompson, man he thought he had changed a lot over the school year but Thompson was almost a new man, were seated on the sofa against the other wall.
“Same ol Dip, huh.” he heard a familiar voice ask from his side. When he turned his head he saw that Wendy had snuck up beside him while he was watching the crowd.
“Wha, what do you mean?”, he asked the his long time friend.
“Well the party is out there and yet here you are hugging the wall,” she said as she leaned back against the wall with him.
“Oh well you know, parties really aren't my thing.”, he said as he bobbed his head along with the music.
“Sure, with the way you filled out I'm betting you're having to beat the girls off with a stick. They're probably are trying to get you out to dances all the time man.”
“Eh, I've had a couple ask, but they weren't y...”, Dipper was saying as he looked over at the beautiful red head at his side, when he caught a strange sight out of the corner of his eye. Walking into the dance room was a giant gray Gnome and he was heading straight for the girls.
Realizing something was off for once Blubs and Durland interposed themselves between the coming creature and the girls.
“Just what do you think you're doing here mister?”, the off duty sheriff asked before the hulking Gnome backhanded him sending him flying across the room. Durland called out for his husband as he abandoned his defense of the girls to rush to his side.
“Stand behind me girls,” Grenda called out as she pulled her friends behind her. At five foot eleven inches she was easily the tallest and she still carried her bulky muscular frame.
Dipper looked around for his Grunkles as he and Wendy moved away from the wall and headed towards the creature. He remembered Ford had begged off of the party shortly after they arrived and as he looked he saw Stan on the ground outside the door the Gnome came in. as they moved he saw Thompson had also gotten up and was heading towards the aggressor. They got there in time to see Grenda slump to the floor with Candy rushing to her side. By now most of the other party goers had escaped out through the gift shop exit, though a few had stayed around long enough to get pictures of the creature. Soos and Melody had even made it back around to the other side to check on Stan. Once they had made he was ok they carefully got him to safety.
Looking over at Candy, Thompson called out. “Get her out of here, we'll cover your exit.”
Wendy looked over at Pacifica and Mabel and added, “You two should probably get out of here also.”
“No way!”, Pacifica declared as she dropped into a wide stance, “I've been studying martial arts since I was eight and now I get a chance to use them. Besides this guy hurt my friends, I'm staying.”
“Yeah, broseph there isn't the only one who's been training at our godfather's gym back home.”, Mabel pointed out as she started cracking her knuckles, “And this way we outnumber him five to one.”
“Oh, oh cute. You all think I'm alone,” Vodak chided with a chuckle. Behind him a dozen black painter's mannequins suddenly appeared. In what appeared to be both fluid and jerky in their movements, they all slowly moved out from behind him.
As the creatures came forward and worked their way around the five friends as to surround them.
“CRYPTIZONES, ATTACK!”, Vodak ordered and as one the black mannequins charged towards Wendy, Dipper, Mabel, Pacifica, & Thompson.
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Well all here is the second chapter of the Valor Force Rangers. First we find out some of Thompson's back story and why his appearance has changed over the last two years. Then we get a look into the villains HQ and get a small look at their motives. Next the Twins are finally back in town. And finally Vodak interrupts the Welcome back party.
From Korean thanks to Google Translate
* Holy crap on a cracker, he's gotten hot. I will gladly take her place.
** Thank you Candy, I'm flattered.
*** You were not supposed to understand me.
Also remember to check out my other Gravity Falls works here:
Gravity Heroes, A Superhero AU. A few months after the Mystery Twins head home from Gravity Falls Mabel gets a call from Soos telling her that Dipper was found turned to stone out in the woods. The problem is Dipper is standing right next to her. This leads them off to a new adventure.
Gravity Heroes: Sidetracks, a series on one shots & drabbels that are stories that are in the Gravity Heroes-verse but aren’t necessarily required to read the main story-line. It’s essentially my take on the classic Marvel Comics Presents.
Welcome To The Gravity Falls Region, My take on the Pokemon AU. Follow the adventures of the potential Pokemon Master Dipper Pines and his sister Mabel, Pokemon Coordinator extraordinaire, while they travel through the Gravity Falls Region.
The Curse, thanks to a misunderstanding Wendy is targeted by a fairy curse. This is a short story following what happens afterwards.
I also would feel honored if any of my works inspire any art. If you do I would love to see them. Thanks again to all who have read this far. I have received art now from Deviou5, Siryleleen, & Polydactyly Zodiac. These will be posted soon in my Deviant Art account as fan art and credited to them. Thanks again you three. I’m happy to see different interpretations of the characters from the Gravity Heroes AU. Let me know by PM if you do and I’ll send out a list of the full descriptions to you. The art is now up at fereality. deviantart just remove the spaces. A new pic of Yami is now up.
Again I’d like to give a shout out to dusk4224, EZB, SuperGroverAway, ddp456, & A Pleasant Dream. It was their stories that made me want to get back into writing and to want to start with Gravity Falls. Please check out their stories if you haven’t already.
Please review. I’m always open to constructive and helpful criticism, though if you’re gonna troll please move on.
#gravity falls#Power Rangers AU#Wendy Corduroy#Dipper Pines#Mabel Pines#Thompson#Pacifica Northwest#Wendip
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Inside the facility where Kodak brings film back to life
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Inside the facility where Kodak brings film back to life
Paul Simon never wrote a song about Kodak Ektachrome, so you’ve probably never heard of it. But you have seen pictures shot on the film: The astronauts brought it to the moon in 1969, and National Geographic photographers have carried it around the globe.
Launched in 1946, Ektachrome evolved from a slightly finicky stock prone to issues with fading into a go-to medium valued for its vibrant colors. Hues skew toward the blue end of the spectrum, creating more-realistic images than the warmer Kodachrome of Simon fame. Both are slide films—meaning they produce full-color pictures right on the film rather than white-is-black/black-is-white negatives. But Ektachrome is easier to handle: While Kodachrome gets its color from dyes in the developing process, Ektachrome contains its own pigments, so developing is less labor-intensive.
But the film favorite nearly didn’t survive a tumultuous decade. As digital cameras and smartphones axed analog photography’s market by 80 percent, Kodak ended Ektachrome’s run in 2012. The sunset, however, did not last long. Since 2015, a growing enthusiast market and a goose from cinematic heavies such as directors J.J. Abrams and Christopher Nolan have helped 35-millimeter-film sales rebound. The trend spurred Kodak to revive Ektachrome.
Over the past 18 months, the Rochester, New York, company has worked to fine-tune the chemical mix that made the iconic film. Kodak will have it back in the hands of photographers later in 2018. Here’s a look at how thin strips of acetate become tiny blank canvases.
The Eastman Business Park in Rochester spans 1,200 acres and has its own power plant, private railroad, and fire station. This smokestacked building, which Kodak sold in 2013, sits just outside one of the company’s only remaining facilities for analog-film production, where Ektachrome takes form.
The left side of this image is from a modern digital camera (a Canon 5D Mark III); the right side is an Ektachrome exposure. We retouched the Ektachrome frame to better match the stock’s original color (rich blues). Our original shot was on an expired roll from the secondary market and so had a pinkish tint—though you could still see some of the characteristic blue in the shadows.
The elevators in Building 30, where Kodak blends film chemicals, help workers’ eyes get used to the conditions that light-sensitive compounds demand. From street level, they enter cars lit green, a hue that encourages their peepers to adjust to the dim, film-safe red tones upstairs. The crimson light won’t react with the more than 1,200 chemicals Kodak keeps and catalogs here. Staff maintain the building at 75 degrees and 50 percent humidity, conditions that help stabilize setting agents such as gelatin and cut down static electricity, which can expose film.
All film has two main components: a substrate and layers of photosensitive chemicals—the stuff that makes pictures happen. Ektachrome requires 106 components distributed across 15 layers. Workers load raw materials into the industrial mixers seen here to create blends that, among other functions, resist fog and balance the acidity of the film.
Down the hall in the precipitation room, chemists mix the compounds that make the film sensitive to light. Pumps push raw materials such as silver, bromide, dyes, and salts into the kettle (center) in densities measured out to five decimal places. The result is silver halide crystals tuned for different colors; those dyed yellow will grab blue light, magentas capture green, and cyans snag red.
At the bottom of this 475-gallon mixing kettle, a planar emulsion precipitation apparatus (or PEPA), which vaguely resembles a perforated plastic watermelon, spins at up to 5,000 rpm. The speed helps evenly distribute the silver halide crystals in liquefied gelatin to create an emulsion. Learning to work with the fussy animal-derived material is what spurred Kodak founder George Eastman to create the film giant’s research arm in the late 1800s.
Once blended, chemicals travel in barcoded containers across “The Bridge,” a conveyor-belt system that connects Building 30 to a coating facility in Building 38. Once the substances cross this expanse, an automated process takes over, reducing the risk of spills or mix-ups. The light-sensitive emulsions occupy matte black boxes, while other elements await their fate in bottles.
Here in the melting room, machines called dumpers move silver halide emulsions and other chemicals into massive kettles. This row of 26 mixers re-melt gelatin and marry disparate compounds into film coatings. This room is typically blackout dark when mixing is in process.
Coatings get cleaned up in this, the “hot room,” on their way to meet their acetate base. The tubes running across the room’s frame deliver materials to filters (not shown) that catch any undissolved gelatin. Meanwhile, ultrasonic vibrations shake out bubbles that could leave voids on the film. The space stays above 100 degrees to keep everything flowing freely.
The coating process happens in perfect darkness, but it’s controlled from this 1980s masterpiece. Two rooms away, machines paint each of Ektachrome’s 15 layers onto acetate. The 52-inch-wide film rolls pass through a coating waterfall, a cooler, and a dryer. Once they reach the other side, the direction switches, and the film circuits through the whole process again. If laid end to end, the trip would stretch nearly a mile. The facility sits on a steel-reinforced concrete slab that reaches 100 feet below the ground, all the way to bedrock, negating any ambient vibration that could cause coating inconsistencies.
Once the film is finished and the coatings hardened, workers seal it in light-tight wooden containers and truck it down the street. Each case holds a roll of sensitized stock as long as 12,000 feet—Ektachrome runs will be 6,000 feet. Kodak paints the airtight containers flat black on the inside, and seals them with collars to ensure no light can seep in and prematurely expose the film.
This moving-truck-size machine, known as the slitter, slices the 52-inch rolls into 38 individual strips of 35mm Ektachrome. The apparatus is similar to what food packagers would use to trim Doritos bags but with some special Kodak modifications, such as custom blades. Normally, this room is pitch-black; only strips of green glow-in-the-dark tape help workers find their way around the behemoth.
This device, which Kodak calls “the heart,” punches holes in the edges of the film so sprockets inside a camera can crank through exposures. Film travels from the reel at the right through the rotary perforator in the center at a rate of 3,000 feet per minute. The corrugated tubes that extend like arteries (hence the cardiovascular name) on the top and bottom of the machine are vacuum lines that suck away the chads. Each roll of 36 pictures will have roughly 700 holes.
Engineers test sections of film in a developing lab. They spot-check for imperfections including incomplete chemical coating or crinkles from the machinery. During production, Kodak uses night-vision cameras to monitor the film for irregularities such as uneven application or breaks. If the machines sense that something is wrong, they mark that spot on the roll so testers can then cut out that piece and diagnose the mishap.
The final film goes on to the packaging area, where a machine wraps it around plastic spools like these. Each batch of Ektachrome nets out to nearly 3 million feet of film—or more than 600,000 individual rolls. How much of it the company makes will depend on sales; film has a finite shelf life—even if you store it in the fridge.
The machine at left funnels empty metal film cans via conveyor belt toward the last packaging step—inserting rolls into their canisters. The cramming happens in total darkness in a room to the right of this frame. Kodak ran its first reel of Ektachrome at the end of 2017. The company earmarked the entire batch for internal testing, to make certain the film’s light sensitivity and color are just what devotees remember.
Written By Stan Horaczek
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