#turnstile metal

[szrssecurityswingturnstile]

servo motor slim turnstile doors likewise called security swing barriers doors, which comes from the gain access to control system, is among the crucial elements of modern entryway and exit control. The door wings are driven by the control system and open and close instantly. The operating mode can be chosen through programs settings: As quickly as it is confirmed that the person entering is licensed, the door wings open automatically. It closes after a hold-up, and the delay time is adjustable. Common dc brushless glass gates are divided into scissor doors (city flap gates door) and swing doors. (1) Scissor doors are often utilized in rail transit, and common scissor doors are mainly utilized in subways and other locations. The door wings extend from the inside of the box, which can effectively seal the passage and play the role of access control. In addition, an infrared picking up device is set up inside the door body, which can understand the function of "a single person, one card" for people to go through. (2) The swing door appeared behind the scissor door and belongs to the second generation servo motor slim turnstile barrier. Such dc brushless glass turnstile doors is that the door wings run in the front and back direction. The operation procedure is within the human body's line of sight, which is safer. In addition, considering that the door wings do not need to be pulled back into package, The styles of swing doors are more different. Due to the above qualities, swing doors are typically used in banks, business buildings, high-end office complex, etc. Anti-trailing function: There is a total infrared light band detection area in the channel. The switch state can be changed by software according to the consumer's precision requirements. The application of the light band to adapt to various requirements prevents the drawbacks of point-type infrared detectors that are quickly contaminated and impacts the dependability of judgment, and can efficiently evaluate the future. Tag reader who checks out the card. When the system figures out that tailgating has occurred, the system will react based on the area of the legitimate cardholder returned by the infrared detector. After the door opening signal is sent, there are still some irregular uses that will set off an alarm.

[tripodturnstile]

three rollers turnstiles barirer from RS Security Co., Ltd(www.szrssecurity.com) Ideal for all types of public locations that require organized passage of pedestrians, such as scenic spots, exhibition halls, movie theaters, docks, train stations, bus stations and other places that require ticket confirmation; locations that require authorized entry such as factory presence, canteen consumption, golf courses, regular monthly card leisure centers, etc; anti-static control areas of electronic factories, units that require rigorous security steps such as face acknowledgment and fingerprint recognition. RS Security Co., Ltd generally produces, establishes and sells access control products, such as waist height turnstile barrier, subway flap turnstile door, dc brushless swing gates turnstile, translation gates barrier, drop arm turnstiles barrier, complete body turnstile door, half high turnstiles barrier, speed turnstile door and other channel gates gate products, and barrier gate, facial face acknowledgment electronic camera, hydraulic bollard, roadway blockers three arms turnstile gate Integrated electronic tickets, access control and attendance, club consumption/catering, anti-static, finger print, palm print, face acknowledgment, iris acknowledgment Integrated application of other series of products; complete stainless steel frame structure, Taibang motor, separately established and produced motion; one-way/two-way turnstile barirer/ swipe to release the lever button and the upper lever is optional, with Counting function can understand RS485 direct communication with the computer system; tripod turnstiles barirer prompts and direction and alarm triggers; automated fall of the pole when power is off and manual fall The pole is optional, and it receives the switch signal to open turnstile barirer; it can be geared up with a card reading control part, and multiple units can be connected to the network; it can be equipped with magnetic card and distance card mix approaches; it can be purchased according to various functional requirements. Do. A completely rainproof box made from alloy aluminum or stainless-steel, compared to the subway flap turnstile gate servo motor swing turnstile gate and other pedestrian passage equipment, three rollers turnstile gate are more economical. It has an individualized installation interface (such as card reader, indicator light installation, etc) to ensure that the system integrator's control turnstile gate devices is simple and practical to install. The movement of the three-stick turnstiles barirer device has an immediately adjusted hydraulic shock absorber. When utilizing the three-stick gates gate operation, the noise is very little and quiet. Impact, turnstile door bar automatically decelerates back to center. The surface area of the motion is plated with yellow dichromate. Can be set with turnstile door device control, a couple of instructions control (set by user). The base is repaired with expansion bolts.

[szrssecurity]

RS Security Co., Ltd is a modern business with smart gate equipment and premium services as its core. The company's main company is: construction website gain access to control, face recognition Turnstile, Full height turnstile, acrylic swing turnstile, movable gates, tripod turnstile, basketball court paid turnstile, parking lot barrier gate, completely automatic hydraulic bollard, etc, with parking lot management Relying on the research and development, production, sales and service of equipment, pedestrian gate management devices, intelligent door openers and other products, we offer clients with extensive management solutions. Over the years, the business has specialized in security tripod turnstiles barrier, swing barrier gate, subway flap turnstiles barrier, speed turnstiles, turnstiles, barrier-free systems, complete body barriers doors, access control, and parking area systems, and has gradually improved the items of magnetic cards, IC/ID cards, barcodes, and infrared series items. Integrated application, through constant struggle and efforts, it has now developed into the most effective supplier of smart channel gate products in the industry.

[slutforstabbings]

the NO-SKIP albums: a tag game 🎶💖

rules: share the albums that you can listen to nonstop. those lightning in a bottle-albums that scratch ur brain just right. every single track, an absolute banger. u could not skip one if u tried. no notes. stunning, show-stopping, immaculate. ur no-skip albums. 🔎 bonus & optional (but imo, v fun) rules:1) add a track rec for us to listen to! AND2) share ur favorite line(s) from that track! 👀

Thank you so much for tagging me and inventing this game @ventiswampwater ! <3 I added two extra dimensions that I do not expect anybody else to do, but i tried to focus on my current favorite musical textures, and I only picked bands with less than 1.5 million monthly spotify listeners because you do not need me to tell you how good deftones is lol check below the cut for album info ~

and in the spirit of the boops, i'm tagging a lot more people than i usually do in these games, so feel free to ignore me if you don't want to participate lol @loureedpiss @hersweetrevenge @toxicanonymity @deathwestern @grandmawitch @bbwithaknife @sevvventhson @clemkruckinnie @hall0ween-twn @ghostwriterforghosts @barbie-cock @heartrot666 @ethanhoewke @deanmonlover

Apocalipstick (2017) | Cherry Glazerr indie rock, noise pop | for fans of Veruca Salt, Mitski track rec: Trash People art is love and love is sloppy / nothing is all pure / nothing is all dirty

Neck of the Woods (2012) | Silversun Pickups indie rock, shoegaze | for fans of Smashing Pumpkins, Interpol track rec: Dots and Dashes (enough already) see you in the room next door / your feet float above the floor / dress torn above you knees / like you've owned it for centuries

Glow On (2021) | Turnstile post-hardcore, alternative metal, dream pop | for fans of AFI, Title Fight track rec: Underwater Boi i just need to know i'm / working for the big prize / when i get to heaven will i know?

Comfort to Me (2021) | Amyl and the Sniffers garage punk, hardcore | for fans of Descendents, Adolescents, Distillers track rec: Maggot everything you touch turns to gold / i can't wait for you to touch me

GT Ultra (2017) | Guerilla Toss dance punk, progressive pop | for fans of Le Tigre, Oingo Boingo track rec: Skull Pop will there be a warning? / when the clock stops moving? / will you have just 60 seconds? / will you find it boring?

10,000 Gecs (2023) | 100 Gecs hyperpop, pop punk, nu metal | for fans of ??? they're too unique for this sorry track rec: 757 i got problems with my spending / all these horses in my engine / doing 80 in a 30 / but i'm never in a hurry

Mind Control (2013) | Uncle Acid and the Deadbeats traditional doom metal, heavy psych | for fans of Black Sabbath, heavy Beatles songs track rec: Poison Apple don't you worry baby, you're safe with me / i'm the poison apple in your tree

Soma (2013) | Windhand doom metal, stoner metal | for fans of the sensation of a weighted blanket, but sound track rec: Orchard i'm having trouble with the down time / can't pick myself up off the floor

[rawmilkenthusiast]

Couldn’t decide. Picked two.

[macleod]

I haven't taken part in one of these chains in a long time. But, @n-talia-a tagged me in a "top 5 on repeat" chain and so here we go. This is all the more recent on repeat, not in totality.

1. 3TEETH - Slum Planet feat. Mick Gordon

Do you like Industrial? NiN? Metal? Punk? Cyberpunk? and the music from Doom (2016)? Well 3TEETH has what you need, and this track was produced by the man behind Doom (2016). I am blasting this likely 3x a day, at a minimum. Warning: Video features flashing.

2. Yard Act - The Trench Coat Museum

Found this one recently, and the bass line is just addictive. Video is pretty great as well, especially the ending.

3. TURNSTILE - UNDERWATER BOI

Turnstile has been a group I've been listening to a lot since 2020 or so. Typically more hardcore, but this one is just a nice seaside vibe. They even just did a remake of their last album as a jazz album. Really good stuff.

4. Drain - Feel The Pressure

Following in the water-related theme I suppose (pretty apt for myself, personally speaking). This is a hard and heavy punk metal groove.

5. WARGASM (U.K) - Your Patron Saints

Wargasm is by far my favorite band of the last several years. I found them at the tail-end of 2019, and went deep during the early pandemic and never got out. I am addicted to every song of theirs, this is an incredible act. I highly suggest everyone checking out their entire discography. Industrial meets nu-metal (with heavy prodigy vibes). Warning: Video features flashing.

Bonus: FIDLAR (anything and everything by them)

If I said Wargasm is my favorite band of the last several years, FIDLAR is my favorite band of the last decade. I am playing their albums back-to-back multiple times a week.

Notable Mention: Seaway. Love that band. They were my most listened to in 2020 I believe. Classic pop punk style with a modern bend. I don't usually continue the chain, but I'll add @swordarmsaxelegs, @the-alex-xander, @oyeden, @tomandgeriatric @myfriendgoo94

[waterparksdrama]

they submitted a for your consideration to the grammy's for SONG AND RECORD OF THE YEAR??? absolute insanity. i doubt they'll even get nominated for best rock performance

the grammys to that consideration before they throw it in the trash

-iz

[hear-its-whiskering-there-again]

i’m actually in love with bands that just completely switch genres with no apology

[rosetonez]

Wrapped‼️ Deftones always has my heart💗

[my-chemical-wheaties]

Albums That I Listened to in December 2023

One of my New Year's resolutions is to engage with more media, including, but not limited to, more albums. As a result, I've decided to start doing this series of posts where I talk about all of the albums that I listened to in the past month and give the internet my thoughts.

In this last month (December 2023), I listened to twelve different albums all the way through from start to finish. They come from a fairly wide variety of genres, but the main theme of this particular collection seems to be albums by more "indie" artists.

In order from first listened to to last listened to, these albums were:

Glow On - Turnstile (2021)

Blue Weekend - Wolf Alice (2021)

Did You Know That There's a Tunnel Under Ocean Boulevard - Lana Del Rey (2023)

Infest the Rat's Nest - King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard (2019)

Congratulations - MGMT (2010)

Boxer - The National (2007)

The Crane Wife - The Decemberists (2006)

Picaresque - The Decemberists (2005)

Angels Without Wings - Heidi Talbot (2013)

Cerulean Salt - Waxahatchee (2013)

The Crook of My Arm - Alasdair Roberts (2001)

Pink Moon - Nick Drake (1972)

If I were to rate and rank these albums, it would look like this:

The Crane Wife - I am an absolute sucker for baroque, folksy-sounding rock music and this album scratches the itch for me so well. As someone who also takes an interest in theatre, literature, and a little bit of mythology and folklore, I also thought it was really interesting how The Decemberists weave their retellings of the eponymous Japanese folktale and Shakespeare's The Tempest into the instrumentation and lyrics of the different tracks. Even better, these songs are great as standalones, too. I will probably be coming back to this one. 8/10

Picaresque - Like I said in the section on the other Decemberists album I listened to, The Crane Wife, I love baroque rock music and this album scratches that itch just as well. I don't remember it as well as some of the other albums on this list, but I have a suspicion that I will be giving it a few more listens and that I will likely view it as better than The Crane Wife by the end of the year. Each song is like its own short story and I find the ways in which Colin Meloy crafts these vignettes interesting. 8/10

Glow On - This album is infectiously fun and some of the songs on here are super catchy. I love how Turnstile incorporate elements of dream pop, shoegaze, and even a little bit of dance rock and funk into the hardcore sound they are already known for. I've found myself coming back to this album a lot and I am interested to see what else this band has in their discography. 8/10

Pink Moon - This album is considered a classic for a reason. The tracks consist of some really beautiful acoustic guitar-driven rock songs that have almost a folk or country edge to them. On top of that, Nick's singing voice complements the guitar well and creates an intimate sonic environment, as if he is playing these songs in the same room as you (Especially if you're listening with headphones or earbuds). It's also a surprisingly short album, so give it a listen if you haven't yet. 9/10

Blue Weekend - I had heard a few songs from this album like Smile and Lipstick on the Glass before, so I decided to give the whole album a listen. For the most part, the tracks are a lot slower and softer than I was anticipating, but this isn't a bad thing at all - they still sound good. I love frontwoman Ellie Rowsell's singing voice, it complements the instrumentation really well. This album sounds like driving through a city at night during the Summer. 8/10

Congratulations - I've noticed that I like to gravitate towards more experimental albums, and this is definitely on the more experimental side. This is probably my favorite MGMT album that I've listened to so far, and it slightly makes me hope that their upcoming album will be experimental, too. It's Working, Flash Delirium, and Siberian Breaks are my favorite tracks. 8/10

Did You Know That There's a Tunnel Under Ocean Boulevard - The amount of critical praise I have seen for this album is bounteous, to the point where I felt like I had to listen to this album to see why people love it so much. The songs on this album have some beautiful piano, and Lana's reflections on her family, death, religion, her career, and even herself as a person are intriguing to listen to. I feel like I need to give this album a few more chances, though, because it is extremely long and the sheer length of this album kind of wore me out when I listened to it in one sitting. 8/10, but there is a possibility that it will go up to 9/10.

Infest the Rat's Nest - I have never listened to a King Gizzard album before and there are so many that I have absolutely no idea where to start, so I just picked the one that I thought had the most interesting album art. The concept of doing a metal album of which the storyline takes place in space gave me lowkey Ziltoid the Omniscient by Devin Townsend vibes, which is a good thing coming from me because I love Devin's work. I might give this a few more listens. 7/10

The Crook of My Arm - This was the second folk album that I listened to this past month and I thought it was neat. Sometimes the stripped back acoustic guitar instrumentation gets a little repetitive, but it was a pleasant listen nonetheless. Alasdair's lyricism on this album reminds me of Joanna Newsom. 6/10

Boxer - The National seem like pretty chill, wholesome people, and this album is pretty good, but I cannot remember how any of the tracks go besides Mistaken for Strangers because they all kind of blend into each other as you go through. 6/10

Cerulean Salt - I decided to check out this album because I've never listened to Waxahatchee before and knowing my music taste, I feel like she is an artist that I should have listened to by now. I kind of want to put this list higher in my ranking, but there are a lot of other albums that I liked more this past month and it feels weird putting this above Boxer. It's a decent album and there are a few tracks that I enjoy, but I think I just enjoyed a few other albums more than this. 7/10

Angels Without Wings - I love folk music and I don't want to put down a fairly small artist like this, but I have to admit that this one was disappointing to listen to. Most of the songs on here are mid and over the course of this album, start to sound like the same song being played over and over again. Heidi seems like she's a talented musician and if other people like it, that's fine, but it was just kind of a meh album to me. 4/10

If you have any suggestions for albums that I should listen to this month, feel free to comment below. I'm planning to do this for at least a year. :)

[clownwritesfanfic]

So Come One, Come All - Five Hargreeves X GN! Reader

Summary: After you find out that your husband of 40 years cheated on you with his own brother’s wife, you give up on figuring out how to fix the apocalypse and run off. That’s when you’re lead to a suspicious deli full of the exact face you never wanted to see again.

Word count: 1647

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Warnings: Cheating, Heartbreak, Happy Ending, rushed writing, not beta read we die like men

Disclaimer: Five is canonically in the body of an 18 year old in this season. Not to mention he aged like 7 more years with Lila. Also, obvious Season 4 spoilers. This season was awful and Five was done so dirty and he’s still ooc in this fic (or at least a version of him is)

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You had no idea how long you had been walking for. All you knew was that you were tired.

Tired of everything. Of the constant apocalypses, the fighting, the stress, …the lying, the heartache. Everything.

You had to get away from that place. You couldn’t stand to be around anyone from that family anymore. Around…him.

You and Five have been married for forty years. You both met in the first apocalypse as teens. You weren’t special like him or his siblings but you were both grateful to have someone else around.

You slowly fell in love over the years as you grew older together. You had a makeshift marriage with a ring Five had made for you out of random bits of metal he had found.

You had both been recruited into the Commission together and quickly became the most badass couple in the entire organization. You were always put on missions together for your efficiency and speed.

You had followed Five back in time to see his family, consequently getting stuck in your younger body as well. You followed him everywhere. You would’ve given your life for him.

So, how could he do this to you?

Forty years, thrown away all because he supposedly got stuck for seven fucking years in a stupid timeline traveling subway station with another woman.

You wanted to kill him. He knew that you didn’t like how comfortable Lila was with him since the beginning and he had assured you he wasn’t interested in her at all and that you were all he wanted. What a load of bullshit that was.

You had left after their explanation. You saw the way he looked at her. The exact same way he used to look at you. For him at had been years since he last saw you. For you, it had only been a few hours since he last looked at you like you were the world.

You had slipped off the wedding ring and threw it at his face before leaving. You could hear him trying to get you to stay and try to follow you but he was stopped by Diego.

You were so lost in thought before you found yourself in front of the entrance to a subway station. This must be the one they were talking about. You looked behind you, making sure no one had followed you but also as a way to look back on this life.

If they were telling the truth about the timelines…then you weren’t going to be coming back to this one. Maybe there is a timeline where you’re happy. One where you and Five don’t meet. Or maybe one where none of this happens. Where you’re both a normal married couple.

You took a deep breath as you gazed down the steps. Once you took your first step down, you knew there was no going back.

As you descended the steps, the eerie silence unnerved you. You could hear only your footsteps on the ground and the squeaking of the turnstile as you pushed through it.

You were startled by the sound of the speakers playing some sort of announcement. It was impossible to understand considering it was all backwards.

Soon, the subway entered the station and came to a halt. The doors opened and you stood still, you were still a little creeped out. Five always made you feel more comfortable in situations like this…but he wasn’t here anymore.

You swallowed your unease and entered the subway car. You slowly took a seat and looked around before the doors closed and the subway started moving. You looked out the window as flashes of colour went by.

You were there for a couple minutes before you stopped. The doors opened but you didn’t get up. You weren’t sure if you wanted to get off yet. You wanted to be sure you were as far from the timeline you were just in as possible.

You felt something pull inside of you though. Something wanted you to get off and explore. So you did.

You let yourself be guided by this feeling deep inside. It was like your heart was pulling you somewhere.

It isn’t long until you end up in front of a building of some kind. Could you even call it that? You never left the station and it’s the only other place in here. Is it more of a building in a building? You didn’t want to think about it too much.

The words “Max’s Delicatessen” were shining brightly in your face. You were a little amused. Maybe you were hungry and it was actually your stomach bringing you here rather than your heart.

You sighed and decided to check it out.

But when you entered, you were horrified at what you saw.

The entire deli was full of copies of your (now ex) husband. This was the last thing you wanted to see and you internally cursed at your conscious for bringing you here.

You could feel your heartbeat pick up and your breathing become heavy as tears pricked at your eyes.

Finally, one of the Five’s had looked up and noticed you stuck in place at the door.

“Darling!” He shot up out of his seat, audibly hitting his knee on the table but he didn’t flinch.

Suddenly, every single Five in the place had his eyes on you, each with various emotions displayed on their face.

The Five that spotted you quickly made his way over to you. He lifted his shaking hands and held them over your cheeks, too scared to make contact in case you fade away.

You could see the disbelief and love in his eyes. This snapped you out of your confusion and slapped his hands away from you and backed yourself up into the door.

The Five in front of you looked confused and hurt before sighing and lowering his hands.

“Sorry…I forgot that you’re not the same one.” He apologized.

“What the FUCK is going on?” You exclaimed as you looked around to be met with all the Five’s still staring at you. “How did you get here? Why are there multiples of you? Why can’t you just leave me alone!”

“Woah, woah, slow down. Breathe. You’re okay. Everything’s fine.” The Five in front of you tried to calm you down. “You took the subway right? This is a different timeline. We’re all the same person from different timelines. Usually the only new people that enter here are a version of me…or…us I guess. You’re the only…well…you, that has shown up here.” He explained.

“What?” You looked at him like he was crazy.

“They should sit down.” Another Five had said.

“Come on, hun. Come sit down and we can talk.” He had reached out towards you, careful not to touch you while he guided you towards the opposite end of the booth he was previously at.

You sat down, still in shock. It felt weird being surrounded by so many Five’s. Especially when you were trying to get away from him.

“I guess I’ll start.” Five had sat down across from you and sighed.

“In my timeline, you and I had been together for years. We met at the Commission. At first we hated each other but we were always put on missions together. Over time…I had fallen for you, and luckily for me, you reciprocated those feelings. We were together romantically for years. We were on our last mission before our contract with the Commission ended. We were planning on getting married after and retiring somewhere nice. But…it went wrong…and I lost you. You died in my arms.” He looked off to the side and tried to play off wiping away his tears.

“I haven’t seen you in years. You’re just as beautiful as the day I lost you.” He reached a hand across the table and gently placed it on yours.

You teared up as you saw the pure love in his eyes. Your Five used to look at you like that and it still hurt knowing he no longer felt that way.

“If you’re here…then something must’ve happened to the Five in your timeline.” He rubbed his thumb on the back of your hand.

You stilled and took your hand back, making the Five in front of you frown.

You hugged your torso for comfort and curled in on yourself slightly as you looked down at the table.

“We were married for forty years…but he got stuck in the subway with Lila and…I guess forty years didn’t mean anything because in seven years he threw it all away for…her.” You hiccuped as you tried to hold back your tears.

There were multiple grumbles and scoffs around the deli.

The Five across from you reached across the table and held your shoulder gaining your attention.

“Everyone here had a version of you in their timeline. We all lost you in one way or another. I think I speak for all of us when I say…having you here is the best thing to happen to us, and he’s a complete idiot for throwing you away like that.” He smiled as he lightly caressed your cheek.

You smiled slightly at his words.

“Aww there’s that beautiful smile.” Five said as he lightly pinched your cheek.

You giggled and batted his hand away and wiped your tears away.

A sandwich and drink was placed in front of you and you looked up to another Five holding a now empty tray.

“Your favourite, just the way you like it.” He said as he gently grabbed your hand and placed a kiss on the back of it with a wink.

You blushed at the action and thanked him.

Even though you got on that train in order to get away from him…you don’t think you’ll be getting back on any time soon.

[tripodturnstile]

three arms turnstiles barrier from RS Security Co., Ltd(www.szrssecurity.com) Ideal for all types of public places that require organized passage of pedestrians, such as scenic spots, exhibition halls, movie theaters, docks, train stations, bus stations and other locations that require ticket verification; places that need authorized entry such as factory presence, canteen intake, golf courses, monthly card leisure centers, and so on; anti-static control areas of electronic factories, systems that require rigorous security procedures such as face acknowledgment and finger print recognition. RS Security Co., Ltd primarily produces, establishes and sells gain access to control items, such as tripod turnstiles barrier, subway flap turnstiles barrier, dc brushless swing gates gate, translation gates barrier, one arm turnstiles door, full body gates gate, half height turnstile gate, fastlane turnstile barrier and other channel turnstiles barrier products, and traffic barrier, acknowledgment video camera, rising bollard, road bocker three arms turnstile door Integrated electronic tickets, gain access to control and participation, club consumption/catering, anti-static, finger print, palm print, face recognition, iris recognition Integrated application of other series of products; full stainless steel frame structure, Taibang motor, independently established and produced movement; one-way/two-way turnstile door/ swipe to release the lever button and the upper lever is optional, with Counting function can recognize RS485 direct interaction with the computer system; three rollers turnstile gate prompts and direction and alarm prompts; automated fall of the pole when power is off and manual fall The pole is optional, and it receives the switch signal to open turnstile door; it can be equipped with a card reading control part, and multiple systems can be connected to the network; it can be equipped with magnetic card and proximity card combination techniques; it can be ordered according to different functional requirements. Do. A fully rainproof box made from alloy aluminum or stainless-steel, compared to the city flap turnstiles door servo motor swing turnstiles barrier and other pedestrian passage devices, three rollers turnstile door are more economical. It has a personalized installation interface (such as card reader, sign light setup, etc) to ensure that the system integrator's control turnstile door devices is easy and practical to install. The movement of the three-stick gates door machine has an automatically adjusted hydraulic shock absorber. When using the three-stick gates door operation, the noise is really small and quiet. Effect, turnstiles gate bar instantly slows down back to center. The surface of the movement is plated with yellow dichromate. Can be programmed with turnstile gate machine control, a couple of instructions control (set by user). The base is fixed with growth bolts.

[rssecurityswingturnstile]

1: dc motor speed turnstiles barriers

dc motor speedlane turnstiles barrier is a common door type, which generally includes door frames, door leaves, door manages and locks. Door frames are normally made of steel plates or wood boards, and door leaves are made of cardboard, plastic plates or glass plates. The door deal with is a device that pulls or pushes the door leaf open, and the lock is a device that avoids the door leaf from falling out of the door frame. There are normally two ways to open a door, one is to pull the door and the other is to push the door. The moving door is opened by the door handle pulling the door leaf far from the door frame, while the moving door is opened by the door manage pressing the door leaf far from the door frame.

2: dc brushless swing barriers doors

dc brushless swing barrier gates and dc motor speed turntsile barrier In comparison, train flap barriers gates is designed to obstruct water circulation through its horizontal position. In contrast, dc brushless wing turnstiles gates just manages the flow of water by changing the vertical position of eviction. subway flap barriers Eviction of gates is made up of 2 gates that can be moved horizontally to manage the flow of water. servo motor wing barriers Eviction of doors is made up of a gate that can manage the flow of water by moving vertically.

3: train flap barriers gates

train flap barrier gates, likewise referred to as movable gate, is a flood discharge facility that avoids the water level from being too expensive or too low. When the water level rises to the set worth, subway flap turnstiles gates will automatically open. When the water level drops to the set worth, subway flap barrier doors The door will close automatically. subway flap turnstile gate utilizes a water level sensor to keep an eye on water level changes and manages the opening or closing of the gate to accomplish the function of immediately controlling the water level.

4: What's the difference?

servo motor swing barrier gate generally describes closing eviction, while dc brushless fastlane turnstiles barriers describes opening the gate. train flap barrier doors and servo motor wing turnstiles gates is different from servo motor speed turntsile barrier. It is a gate installed on the water. And servo motor swing barriers gates and dc brushless speed turntsile barrier are gates installed on the wall.

[szrssecurityswingturnstile]

dc brushless speed turnstile barrier also called gain access to swing barriers door, which comes from the gain access to control system, is among the essential parts of contemporary entryway and exit control. The door wings are driven by the control system and open and close immediately. The operating mode can be chosen through programming settings: As soon as it is verified that the individual entering is authorized, the door wings open automatically. It closes after a hold-up, and the delay time is adjustable. Typical dc brushless speed turnstile barrier are divided into scissor doors (train flap gates door) and swing doors. (1) Scissor doors are typically used in rail transit, and common scissor doors are primarily utilized in trains and other places. The door wings extend from the within the box, which can efficiently seal the passage and play the function of gain access to control. In addition, an infrared sensing device is set up inside the door body, which can recognize the purpose of "a single person, one card" for people to pass through. (2) The swing door appeared behind the scissor door and belongs to the 2nd generation dc brushless speed turnstiles barrier. Such servo motor speedlane turnstile door is that the door wings run in the front and back direction. The operation process is within the human body's line of vision, which is more secure. In addition, because the door wings do not require to be withdrawed into the box, The styles of swing doors are more different. Due to the above characteristics, swing doors are normally utilized in banks, corporate structures, high-end office buildings, and so on. Anti-trailing function: There is a total infrared light band detection location in the channel. The switch state can be changed by software according to the consumer's accuracy requirements. The application of the light band to adjust to different requirements avoids the shortcomings of point-type infrared detectors that are easily contaminated and affects the dependability of judgment, and can effectively judge the future. Tag reader who checks out the card. When the system figures out that tailgating has actually occurred, the system will react based on the area of the legitimate cardholder returned by the infrared detector. After the door opening signal is sent out, there are still some unusual uses that will activate an alarm.

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Simple Math / Part Two

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Ghost/Soap/female reader 3.4k words - AO3 Warnings-tags: 18+ no smut but this fic contains mature themes. Medical inaccuracies, hospitals, medical procedures, medications, blood and injury, nurse!reader, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, feelings of fear, anxiety. Panic attack. Implied past abuse. Implied stalking. Deep breath.

There is blood in Johnny's eyes.

He comes to with a start, Price’s voice barking out an order, pressure and flame and blood all washing over him, pain erupting across every receptor in his brain like he’s being shredded alive. 

“Bloody hell, hold him steady.” 

It’s still Price, roaring over the chop-chop-chop of the helicopter blades, bloodied hands trying to keep pressure on the hole in his stomach, his side. 

It burns. Everything burns, his body feels like it’s on fire, bones turning to ash inside his skin, chest being torn apart by some invisible force. He can’t get enough air. There is something shoved inside his ribs, something heavy that’s weighing his lungs down, keeping him underwater, cinderblocks tied to his feet.

He tries to move, but he can’t. 

Gaz is strapping him down to a stretcher, he thinks, and when he ratchets a strap across his legs, Johnny screams in agony. 

“’m sorry mate, I’m sorry.” 

Where is Simon? There are faces here, but none of them are the one he needs. His LT. “W-where is Si?” He slurs, and Price frowns, leaning back over his face, calling his name. 

“Johnny, Johnny. Hold still. You’re on a medevac. We’re lifting you to base.” 

“Si-“ 

“Simon isn’t here, remember? Johnny, oi. Keep your eyes open, Sergeant.” Remember? Does he remember? He tries. Tries to place his partner’s face amongst the rubble, the blast, the screaming. 

Where is Simon?

Your coffee maker sputters to life in the silence of your apartment, churning out the dark, thick, life-giving liquid, and you can’t beat back the glare that fixes your face upwards towards your neighbors, the ones who are running a marathon in their apartment at three in the afternoon.

Seriously. Is there a herd of elephants up there? 

You can’t be too disappointed in them, you know. It is normal working hours. Normal daytime hours. You don’t expect your neighbors to accommodate or understand your schedule. Still, it would be nice if they were just a bit more considerate. 

It’s not the end of the world, regardless. You're up now, already started your day, crawled out of bed and opened the blackout curtains to stand in the afternoon sunlight that streams through your studio apartment. You flick open your laptop as sip your morning coffee, logging into your banking app with quick efficiency, eyes roving over lists of numbers, figures adding and subtracting in your head. You’re so close to being able to move forward with the plan, the light at the end of the tunnel growing stronger and stronger, glowing bright with hope, something that once felt so impossible, so far away. You're going to make it. 

It’s a hike to the train.

You’re fortunate that you only have to take one, no longer having to change once, or twice, in the middle of your commute like you used to, but now you’re walking at least twelve blocks to get there, each way.

It makes you feel very exposed.

You keep your headphones in, hood of your jacket over your head, and move within throngs of people during the trek, keeping your eyes focused on the sidewalk ahead, posture tilted just enough that you can watch the ground but still see in your peripheral. You don’t relax until you make it onto the platform, and even then, your head is on a swivel as you wait for the train to arrive, and you can melt into the mix of others. Seen, but not noticed. 

Old habits die hard. 

You swipe your card to proceed through the turnstile, cool metal sliding against your hands when you push forward onto the platform, settling against a pylon as you wait, flicking through the news with half interest.

The hair on the back of your neck rises.

Someone is watching you. 

Your skin goes cold, ice beneath your jacket, and your lungs stutter with short breaths. Logically, you know you’re wrong. The faces that wait alongside you are not focused on anything but themselves, too busy staring at their own devices, tablets, readers, phones. A woman fidgets with a stroller, a man wearing headphones spits some corporate nonsense out loud, obnoxiously. You’ve already looked them over, too many times. He’s not here.

You lean against the tile, rocking your back into the grimy wall, fingers clutching against the edge of your phone. He’s not here. You’re safe. The dark of the tunnel mocks you, laughs with his voice, its circular opening growing teeth like his, ready to devour you, drag you back to hell, swallow you whole and keep you there.

He's not here. You’re safe. He doesn’t know where you are. Deep breath. 

You breathe the words deep, counting the time of your inhales and exhales until the brakes of the train are squeaking and squealing to a stop, doors opening with a hiss. Everyone moves in tandem, an amoeba inching towards the same goal, get off, get on, and you go with it, pressing inside and shuffling towards the back, angling your body outwards, molded into a corner so tight your shoulders touch the walls of the train.

Deep breath. 

“Hey, you’re early!” The nurse you’re relieving smiles brightly at you, blonde hair pulled high in a scrunchie, stickers all over her badge and ID.

“Yeah, wanted to get caught up on some admin stuff but I’ve got it, if you want to…” you motion with your head, the universal signal of ‘if you want to leave’ without saying it out loud, lest you jinx it, and the place goes to chaos in the next five minutes. She nods eagerly, launching into a run-down of your beds, who’s stable, who’s sedated, who’s still on a vent. “-and two sixty-eight is about to come down from the PACU.” Your stomach clenches with anxiety, and you check your watch.

“They took him when I left this morning…”

“Yeah, I guess there was a complication. Had to re-open his chest, put in a new tube. Poor guy, he’s battered all to shit. Did you see the scans of his femur? It’s literally in pieces.” She sighs. “His partner is in the surgical waiting room, told him the next shift nurse would come find him when he could come back to the room.” Your anxiety heightens, and an alarm bell goes off in the back of your mind as you think about Simon, pacing back and forth upstairs, and Johnny, alone in the PACU, probably coming out sedation, terrified. What is wrong with you? 

“I hear those guys are like black ops or something.” Nia, the nurse who’s worked the last three rotations with you, comments over your shoulder as she drops her bag in the pit. You raise an eyebrow skeptically. Black ops? You shiver. “They air-lifted him from a military base that’s doesn’t even exist on a map. Cass and I checked.”

“Really?” The dayshifter perks up, interested, and you hold your hands out in caution.

“Okay, okay. Let’s not speculate.” You tap your number into the tablet, reading through charts and noting updates. A little green circle with an arrow through it blinks next to Johnny’s, signifying that he’s about to be moved. “Besides, he’s been through hell. Clearly. Let’s have a little, ya know. Respect?” They all cluck, rolling their eyes and groaning, but they shut up, and Nia gives you a little grin. You might not be the charge nurse, but you were the perma-night shifter on this floor, and the one with the most seniority in this moment. 

“Alright, well. You got this?” Dayshift asks, and you wave her off.

“Goodnight.”

“You’re the best. Bye ladies!”

Simon is easy to find. He’s wearing the exact same clothes from yesterday, black cloth mask still covering half his face, hoodie pulled up over his head. He looks less exhausted, but no less anxious, dark circles still present under his eyes, body language tense. He looks… scared.

He spots you just as easily, shooting to his feet when he sees you coming, hands clenched together in anticipation, and you motion to the chair, placing yourself next to him, turning slightly to ensure you’re giving him your undivided attention.

He shifts in the seat, legs spreading out against the stiff frame, and his knee bumps yours, warmth radiating beneath denim bleeding into your scrubs. If he notices or cares about the contact, he doesn't say anything, only blinks at you in anticipation. His head tilts before you start speaking, and your skin heats when you realize he’s looking you over, eyes tracing you from head to toe before pinning you in place with a focused scrutiny.

“Has anyone come to speak with you?” You ask, silently hoping that the surgeon actually did the last part of his job, and didn’t neglect the family member in waiting room, the one who’s holding their breath as every second ticks by.

Simon nods. “They said there was a complication with his lungs?”

“They had to plate his ribs. It will give the bleed in his chest a better chance at healing, help keep him stable. They also replaced his chest tube.” His brow furrows, and you pause. Maybe visualization will help. “Do you want to see?” You tap on the tablet, bringing up Johnny’s last imaging, scrolling through the pictures to show Simon what it looks like, pointing out the before and after CT of his chest, explaining the white vs grey spaces on the image. Simon studies it, taking the tablet in his hand, fingers tracing over the screen reverently, carefully, like he's touching Johnny himself. An ocean’s worth of emotions reflects in his gaze, despair, sadness, grief- all sitting just on the edge, nearly ready to spill over. Your heart skips a beat.

“Can I see him?”

“He’s coming down from the post-surgery unit now. I’ll have to get him resettled in his room, but I promise as soon as I can, I’ll come get you.” He twitches in the chair, rubbing the back of his neck before he huffs out something that sounds like ‘okay’, and you give him one more small smile with your ‘see you soon’.

Johnny is conscious when he comes up from the PACU, barely. His vitals look good, temperature, blood pressure, heart rate all in target ranges, and he’s due for another round of pain medication.

"Hey, Johnny." You smile down at him, sliding the lock on his bed in place and reattaching his leads carefully, gentle enough so you don't jostle him too much. 

"Hi, pretty girl." He slurs, and you chuckle, instinctively rolling your eyes before patting his good hand. 

“Came out of sedation fine, but he’s been a bit emotional.” The PACU nurse warns you, eyes soft with sympathy when she glances at him in the bed. “He’s asking for his partner, I think. Simon?”

“Yeah. I’ll take care of it.” You scan the post op notes, hitting all the important things, logging his last vitals check so you can administer his meds. The incision in his chest has been reopened, and then closed, and his lower body is completely immobilized in the bed, his hip pinned, femur delicately pieced back together with a plethora of plates and screws, so many you think it’s probably more metal than bone now. “How are you feeling?" You ask, heart tugging a bit at the hopelessness in his eyes. “Ready to get some more sleep?” He groans a response, words jumbled together and cracking into a sob that has tears trickling down his cheeks.

“Si..”

“He’s not back yet.” You try to explain gently, grabbing an extra blanket to put over the scaffolding around his leg. “Once I get you settled, we’ll bring him up, okay?”

“H-hurts.” He cries, vibrant blue eyes finding yours, scared, and desperate. “It h-hurts.” He’s openly crying now, shoulders starting to shake, and the monitor chimes at you, registering an increase in heart rate and blood pressure.

“I know. I know it does.” You clean his port, tracking the uptick in numbers on the screen. “Hey, hey. Shhh, it’s okay.” You try to calm him as you flush the line, pushing the saline from the side of the bed. “You’re alright. We’re almost,” You administer the medication easily, counting in your head, replacing it with another saline before reattaching his fluids line, all of the motions so second nature that it allows you keep your focus on him. “there.”

You expect him to calm down. Most patients do, but his heart rate continues to tick upwards, and his respirations don’t decrease, lungs heaving against the fresh sutures in his chest. His hand, the good one, skates across your elbow and down your forearm to grab a hold of you, fingers gripped onto yours tightly, like he’s afraid you might let go.

“It’s alright, Johnny. You’re okay.” His eyes don’t leave your face, his own jaw slack, pain meds coursing through his system. He's frightened, big blue eyes wide and anxious, and you squeeze his hand, stroking your thumb across his knuckles. “Deep breath.” You see patients upset, in pain, all the time. It’s an everyday part of your job. Even the hand holding is a necessary, frequent part of your profession.

But with Johnny, something feels different.

“It’s okay. You’re okay, just try to relax. Take some long breaths- good. That’s good.” You soothe him, rubbing soft touches into his skin. His head is turned to where you’re standing next to the bed, chest still heaving, and he winces with each exhale. “It’s just the last of the sedation, it can make you a little out of sorts. The pain meds are going to kick in real soon.” You reach over, and press the call button, twice. You can feel the pressure, the burn of his attention, his unwillingness to look away from you, and you hum out the softest words you can find, encouraging him to take calm, deep breaths. 

When Nia appears, she frowns. “Everything alright?”

“Hey, yes. Could you do us a favor and go up to the surgical waiting room? Johnny’s partner Simon, is waiting to be told he can come down.” She looks from you to him, reading the situation just as you would if the roles were reversed.

“Got it.” She makes her exit, fast, and Johnny gulps, still staring up at you with bright, wet, blue eyes.

“See? She’s going to get him. Everything’s alright.” He nods, barely, starting to succumb to the medication, and you exhale, letting out some of the tension from the last few minutes.

Simon comes through the door in a whirlwind, and you immediately raise your free hand, palm out, to slow his hurried panic.

“He’s okay.” You point to where Johnny is still clutching onto you. “He was still in a fair amount of pain when he came down, and coming out of sedation can be disorientating. I think he panicked a little when he realized you weren’t here.” He nods silently, taking his place bedside, towering over both you and Johnny, leaning past you to brush his lips against Johnny's forehead in a sweet, smooth kiss. 

"I'm here, sweet boy." He murmurs, voice so low you barely catch it. You step back, pulling your grasp from Johnny's, but he tightens his fingers, grip stronger than you anticipated, and you stop mid step, glancing to his partner. “I got him.” Simon reaches for where the two of you are connected, sliding his own hand overtop yours, replacing the contact before holding Johnny's hand whole. He’s so careful, lowering himself into the chair, carefully holding onto Johnny until he’s seated, bringing his palm to his mask covered lips. “I’ve got you.”

“Si.”

“I’m here Johnny. Rest.”

“Ye weren’t there.” He croaks, and Simon’s eyes shutter with a long inhale.

“I know.”

“Ah needed-“ He loses the words, dazed in a swirl of semi-consciousness. “was scared.” Simon strokes some of the hair that’s in disarray away from his forehead, smoothing his thumb back and forth above his eyebrow.

“Shhh, everything’s alright now. I’m here.”

The chair in supply closet 2b knows you well. It’s an old thing, something pulled from a patient room once it was deemed too squeaky, and too uncomfortable, shoved in here to be discarded at some point in the future.

That was months ago.

Now, it sits in a dark little corner, plastic packages of disposable PPE and gowns littered on top of it in a heap, excess supply with no place to live. Everyone takes turns in it, shifting whatever it happens to be holding that day onto the ground and settling in for what some could call a break, brief moments that could last seconds or minutes, quick opportunities to get off your feet and most importantly, not have to speak or be spoken to, for an indeterminate amount of time.

This is usually where you hide when you need a second. When there’s a lull, and the pit is full of nurses, techs, students or whoever else may have downtime, talking and laughing together, building relationships, getting to know one another. Making friends. It's a small luxury at work, to have that time, those friendships. 

Luxuries someone who wants to be seen, but not noticed, not known, does not have.

You close your eyes, head tipped back against the chair.

It’s okay to be alone. You can do this. Deep breath. 

Your mind floats to two sixty-eight, to Simon and Johnny. What is it like, to be loved like that? To be so fiercely cared for? Johnny’s teary, blue eyes and Simon’s soft, loving regard for him makes your stomach flip. You didn’t even know love like that was real. The only taste of love you’ve ever had left ash in your mouth, poison in your veins, and deep, deep scars across your body and soul that you’ll never be free of.

Deep breath. 

Your work phone and the tablet both start to beep, a shrill noise that makes you wince, muscle memory of what it indicates making you leap from the chair.

The screen shows a red flashing symbol next to room two sixty-eight.

Johnny.

“He’s tachycardic.” You tell the tech who’s fumbling with the phone, firing off a rapid text message to the on-call for this floor. You hold Johnny’s forehead still with the heel of your hand, using a finger to flick open his eyelids one by one, flashing the pen light across his pupils. “Pupils are dilated, BP is elevated- no call him- call him right now. Do what I said, I don’t care what he told you.” You bark, glancing up at where Simon is frozen across the bed from you, grip so tight against the rail that you think it might break.

“Simon-“ He cuts you off, but you’re half paying attention to him, too busy checking the site of Johnny’s chest tube, and then moving onto the dressing on his lower abdomen, ensuring it doesn’t feel scalding to the touch.

“He was fine. He was just… sleepin' and then-“ You move around the bed, pulling the oxygen tube longer, replacing the cannula with a mask.  

“Simon, I need you to step out.” You press two buttons on the machine, ensuring it’s on high flow, door sliding open with Nia’s arrival.

“No.” His refusal is steadfast.

“Simon, hey.” He lurches closer to Johnny, and on instinct, you reach out and grab his forearm, stopping him in his tracks. His eyes are wild, bleak with anguish, and his chest heaves heavily, panic radiating from his massive form. “Listen to me, listen. I’m here. I’ve got him, alright? But there are about to be five other people in this room, and we can’t work if you’re in the way.” You speak firmly, clearly, trying to get your point across as the door opens again, and the on-call attending is standing on the other side. Simon glances from him, back to you, and you nod reassuringly, swallowing the lump in your throat that forms when he latches onto your own arm, squeezing it tight. “He’s in good hands.” You tell him, nodding to the tech that’s waiting to usher him towards the hallway. 

He keeps his eyes trained on Johnny, before they flick over to where you’re lowering the bed completely flat, free hand on his bicep, thumb rubbing a small semi-circle into his skin, just like you watched Simon do last night, and earlier today. He swallows, endless depths of desperation welling in his eyes, and you take a deep breath, imbuing your voice with all the strength you have.

“I’ve got him. I promise.”