#threaded joint

[dladto]

Characteristic of Threaded Joint

Threaded joints is coupler with threads. It is a relatively common in industry and daily life. The threaded joint makes the rebar connection easier to disassemble and replace, and it is cost-effectively.

The characteristics of threaded joints are as follows:

1. It has high strength and good ductility, which can give full play to the strength and ductility of the steel base material.

2. Easy to operate, fast and easy to connect.

3. The detection is convenient and intuitive.

4. The straight thread processing for steel bar can be prefabricated, and the coupler can be manufactured in a factory, which doesn't occupy the construction period and has high processing efficiency.

5. Itis environmental protection during construction and connection, and can be constructed around the clock.

6. It has strong applicability that can be flexibly used in narrow place.

7. It can connect horizontal, vertical and inclined HRB335 and HRB400 steel bars of the same or different diameters.

[frostedpuffs]

wish there were more Florida ml fans (that I knew of.) I've had a couple meetups with some fellow florida fans in my discord server and it's been a ton of fun. would love to do again

[amischiefofmuses]

Starter for @ficklefables

-- ❝WHOA- Hey, I know what it looks like but I'm here to get some help from you guys, somewhere to stay!❞ Nate isn't sure if this iteration of the X-Men have crossed paths with him, but he knows well enough that looking like he was sneaking around late into the night probably isn't the best way to start this all off. Especially while armed to the teeth. It'd taken a lot to get himself here, arriving just days after his infant-self was sent away to live in the future, he can't be certain he has enough juice to bodyslide himself out of dodge if things start to go south. -- ❝That's what you X-Men are all about, right? Helping mutants?❞

[limnologylover]

knitting anything larger than thread is for weenies, come on you know you want to make wedding ring shawls

[rimouskis]

as someone planning a trip to pittsburgh, do you have vegan friendly food recs? ☺️☺️

Oooh okay, I'm vegetarian and not vegan, but Indian food is probably a good bet; I really enjoy People's Indian. I've been meaning to go to Apteka FOREVER but it's never happened, but it's rated as one of the best spots in town, and it's probably Pittsburghy, with the whole Polish angle, so I definitely recommend it. I've also heard wonderful things about EYV, but have also never been there.

Absolutely swing by Allegro Hearth and Pigeon Bagels for bakery needs (PB has vegan spreads and lox, too). If you want vegan pizza or wings, Spak Bros has amazing pizza and FABULOUS seitan wings.

[chiropteracupola]

lil temrer real

[speedlimit15]

last night when i couldnt sleep i went on r/milwaukee and made myself read all the threads about my old favorite restaurants going downhill or closing in the last few years. in order to stop missing them so much

[b3ast0fburd3n]

@badtrigger sent - ❝ if you’re gonna steal, you better make sure you get away with it. ❞ // mays for eden or hayes (both!)

"We don't need a tv." Eden sighs, hands working dexterously at the carving in her hands. With each scrap falling into the sand, it slowly starts to resemble a bear. Hayes shakes his head wildly, taking a long drag from his cigarette before stamping it out in the sand at his feet. She's not listening to him. She is, he's just not taking her no.

"We do, you never fuckin' understand my references, E. You've gotta see Top Gun" She's seen it. It's boring.

"Then we can find one ourselves." She lobs off a chunk to round off the bears head, easing the knife back and forth to make a corner for the ear.

"No no, E, you're not gettin' it. Beetlejuice has, like, a thousand. He wouldn't notice one missing." Hayes isn't quiet about his plan to steal from Vaas of all people, moving his hands wildly while he tries to convince his roommate.

❝ if you’re gonna steal, you better make sure you get away with it. ❞

The two pause, turning to Mays. Eden frowns at the intrusion. How is it any of his business. Hayes chooses to stand. He looks Mays up and down, sizing the other man up.

"Look, mate, if you're gonna accuse me of something, then do it." He stands over Mays with a smug grin, eyes flicking around his face to gage a reaction. "Otherwise, fuck. off. with your yellow shit." Remaining fingers on his right hand poke at Mays' chest. "Or-" He clicks his teeth, faking a sympathetic tone, "Oh, no, you're not yellow anymore, are you? Red like the rest of us? Hm?" Eden grabs a handful of his vest, standing and tugging him back.

"We are not thieves." She glares up at her talkative friend, trying to silently tell him to shut the fuck up. He doesn't hear her. Hayes waves her hand away from his back.

"Even if we were, private, the fuck would you care for?"

[inseparableduo]

pov them at a sleepover

[eifen-rosel]

family portrait!!

[brooklynbred-c]

i'm thinking about scrapping all my threads and starting fresh. i just think that starting off fresh will give me the best chances at not getting overwhelmed.

THIS DOES NOT MEAN I DON'T WANNA WRITE WITH YOU!

quite the opposite. my muse for MY INTERPRETATION of steve , and wanna keep writing with all of you. my brain just needs to have a fresh start. that being said if you really wanna keep a specific thread , please feel free to hit me up , and we can talk about it. (this will only be going for long threads that have been plotted out in depth.)

[hang-on-lil-tomato]

wait wut?

[nobuverse]

@miraruinada ( Plotted )

Loyalty. That was the principle she was raised under. The part of the shinsengumi she took the most seriously. To serve all orders absolutely and without question.

It something that induced comfort rather than fear in her; as Okita was not one who liked to get lost in complex moral conflicts. At all times, she'd developed the habit of avoiding the process of making her own decisions altogether; lost with her childhood self. To be trapped in her own mind, unable to speak of the horrors she'd witnessed for fear of shaming her murdered father, had been too terrible a fate to endure. So instead, she had emptied it. Her goals were never again her own, her own desires ignored.

This part of her - the ability to follow a leader so unconditionally - was unsurprisingly brought with her as a servant. She would never betray her master. Lay down her life to protect them. Such was the way of the noble samurai.

Even if she was summoned outside of a grail war - she would serve. Even if he had no intention of letting her enter the battlefield she had made her home in, she would listen. Even if he commanded her to never leave this laboratory, full of men and women with soulless eyes, she would obey. The fairly nervous man seemed ready to use the first of his command seals when someone asks her to stay still for the first time. She barely flinches, however. Though the feeling of the needles and electric wires is far from pleasant.

But it it's fine- she tells herself. She's been through worse. Nothing can be as bad as the last year of her life, when consumption had taken every nerve and joint in her body hostage. Leaving her in crippling agony, taking her ability to move bit by bit.

Never once did the thought of betrayal cross her mind. Even when it started to become obvious her presence here was for nothing more than the advancement of science's marriage with magecraft and heroic spirits.

I must endure it if it's what my master wishes.

She doesn't ask questions, even if she has some vague idea of what's happening. Instead, she keeps that though running her head as her mantra, as her mana circuits are fried and reconstructed, again, again ...and again.

Now, her will is as strong as that of any other Wolf of Mibu - but weeks into it, it starts to become too much for her to want to endure. Maybe it's these white, empty walls that are driving her mad, the pain wracking her body, or her solidarity with her own thoughts but she begins to have her own selfish thoughts.

I don't want to be here.

It's not a thought consumed by anger, an emotion she was occasionally privy to in the past, but rather a painful longing she's not familiar with.

I want this to stop.

But the thought of turning against them - it's not in her capacity to think of such things. So she endures. She lives and continues to endure it.

Time starts to blur in on itself - and Okita attempts to continue and empty her thoughts to rid herself of the knots growing in her stomach at the start of every new day. ( Was this what fear felt like? She'd not felt it in so long ). She almost forgets who and what she is - so when her duties as a servant are requested, she can barely remember how to hold her sword.

( Defend us. Kill the outsider. )

It feels strange to be on her own two feet - to move forward of her own free will. She does so slowly, despite their protests, her arms and legs filled with too many scorches and pinpricks to care about the shove she gets.

She doesn't give acknowledgement to the servant as she steps outside, eyes instead focused far away over his shoulder.

"I don't think I've ever noticed how beautiful the sun is before now..."

[ayuventi]

As 4/20 is upon us, Guydelot would like to remind you all:

Its okay to ask for a hand with this sick ass joint medley

[purbiworl]

Maybe I should've been more specific; so many people are giving me advice I already know or is general knowledge when it comes to modeling

"go watch tutorials" buddy, what kind of videos do you think I have stockpiled and keep returning to? lmao

[summills]

— 𝘾𝙇𝙊𝙎𝙀𝘿 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙀𝙍.

who: @mari-zuko​ when & where: joint bday party 

      “ — just stop asking questions, okay ? and come here for a second... ” summer says with a small laugh, tugging mari along by her hand — the same way she’d pulled her out of the crowd of the party, telling her she needed to talk to her. eventually summer found her way into an empty ( and unfinished ) room, but it would do the trick. she turns around, wearing that same look of excitement on her features as the first time she started talking to mari tonight. “ promise i’m not taking you up here to murder you —... fuck, that was a joke made in bad taste, right ? shit, uh — ” she waves her hands away, finally feeling nervous all over again. “ — anyway, i got you something... ” she reaches into the pocket of her jacket and pulls out a small and wrapped box, tied together haphazardly with a ribbon, and extends it towards mari. “ i made them myself, so you better like them. ” her grin reappears on her lips.