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vintagegeekculture · 1 year
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sarkysphotoblog · 30 days
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of-fear-and-love · 3 months
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This car radio from Dragon Ball Super: Super Hero (2022) appears to be based on the real life Océanic "Surcouf" radio, made in France, in the 1950s
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franborg · 1 year
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I was going through my dads stuff, and I found these old vacuum tubes. These were used in radios, TVs, computers, etc. until Transistors were invented. In computers they were used for calculations and to represent binary. According to my mom, these were from an old radio! Thought I’d share :)
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technoplanet · 8 months
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insides of the sony d-50 (1984)
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disease · 2 months
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Teleavia Panoramic III [1957]
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vizreef · 1 year
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Pye PTC8007 // VHF Radio Telephone (UK, 1955)
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humanoidhistory · 11 months
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RCA 501 all-transistor computer system, as seen in the RCA Annual Report 1959.
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vintage-tigre · 7 months
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jetix · 14 days
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2008-07-21
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echofromtheabyss · 2 months
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Moderns who wanna be trad, really shouldn't pick the 50s to do it about if they wanna call themselves trad.
There was nothing "trad" about the 50s. First of all, the idea that women don't work and aren't involved in actual *production* let alone household production, was relatively new and... to a large degree, downstream of much of pre-war household production being augmented by technology and mass production. the idea that a household of five people could be supported on 40 hours a week, without the wife and children also being involved in production, was absolutely downstream of technology. So was a woman running a house without having to have a team of servants.
The "nuclear family" was a stepping stone toward atomization, in an economy that lasted for about... five minutes. It literally was a cultural artifact lasting twenty years only.
And it was futuristic as fuck, and downstream of technological innovation, not a return to the golden days, which most people actually remembered as quite horrible.
If you really wanna live in the spirit of the 50s for any reason but the shittiest and most sexist/racist parts of it, you'd want several Roomba's and a self driving car and would be the world's most annoying space nerd.
And you'd be great with stronger unions and you'd probably be okay with vaccines
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cptrackham · 2 months
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The silence around Cody this episode
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Deafening
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archivedotorgfan · 4 months
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electropsychometer used to "detect" gay people, 50s.
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of-fear-and-love · 1 month
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Props and set decoration from See How They Run (2022)
Production Design by Amanda McArthur Art Direction by Abbie Bellwood, Robert Haynes, Daniel Kearns, John Reid Set Decoration by Celia De La Hey, Sophia Millar
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Warm Bodies
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For the 50 followers celebration, I give you this fluffy Bad Batch/Reader! Thank you guys! <3
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Sent on a mission to the frozen planet, Kijimi, the crunch of snow was becoming a white noise to you. You trekked behind Echo, desperately pulling your arms across your middle and into your body, trying to contain as much body heat as possible. You weren’t built for this. You grew up on Tatooine. Snow was not your element.
You looked over at your comrades in their winter armor. Not a single shiver or a drippy sniffle. It boggled you completely. How in the galaxy did they stay warm? Genetics? Maybe it was part of their enhancements. Whatever was keeping these men warm would stay a mystery, and it made you envious.
A gust of particularly strong force blew past the group and you felt every fiber in your body jitter. Your body was wracked with a violent shiver to the point where it made you stop moving.
Crosshair, who was walking behind everyone, stopped to look at you. He heard your chattering teeth and had to keep his chuckle in the back of his throat.
“Cold?”
If you weren’t so frozen in place you would have hit him. “No. I was just about to strip, it’s so hot.”
“Be my guest,” he teased, his cruel and taunting smile hidden behind his helmet.
“For the love of – Hunter! Can we please set up camp?”
The leader, farther than the rest of you, stopped and looked back. Seeing you a miserable cold mess brought out a pitiful sigh from him. He comm’d back, “The first sign of shelter we will. Need an extra coat?”
You groaned, but nodded to his offer. You trudged up to Hunter as fast as your icicle-legs would allow and took the heavy parka Hunter packed.
“Thanks,” you huffed, shoving your arms through in greed. Zipping up the jacket, you felt a little difference. It would have to do for now.
Hunter gave you a look over, wanting to be sure you were alright to continue. He could hear the increased rhythm of your heart and felt his own pang in helplessness. Offering you the jacket was the best he could do for you now.
He looked over at Tech beside him and tilted his head, “Can you scan for shelter?”
“Certainly,” Tech tucked his data pad away then looked up, holding onto his goggles as he searched the horizon. “There appears to be an abandoned Kessel mining shaft three klicks north.”
You felt some relief knowing it wouldn’t be too long. “Thank the stars. Let’s get going.”
The trek took almost an hour, but when you finally made it inside the mine, you were quick to plop onto your butt. You took your pack off and looked at the men who were starting to unpack. Bringing your tired body to move, you took out your sleeping bag and unfurled it.
What you saw next you really had no words. There was a hole. Big enough for a really fat Tooka cat to crawl through. Perks of being government property. You shivered and felt like crying. This mission was going great.
Hunter came by with Echo and they both saw your sleeping bag. “Oh, cyare.” Echo came to you and you huffed, trying to keep a brave face.
“I’ll figure something out.”
You stood up and went to help Wrecker with building the fire. He welcomed your presence, bringing you into a comfy side hug. You felt the heat he provided and if you could purr, you would. He let you go with a soft kiss to the top of your head before giving you the lighter.
He asked you how you were holding up on the mission, knowing full well your inability to handle such freezing temperatures. You frowned, kneeling to the fire kit and setting it ablaze.
“Not well. My sleeping bag has a hole in it. So, I’m royally screwed.”
Wrecker frowned at you, “You could always sleep with one of us.”
“I know, thank you.”
Wrecker was right. You had your boys and any one of them would be more than happy to give up their sleeping bag or have you cuddle into their side for the night. Sometimes it still blows you away to realize you’ve got five incredible men at your back, who care for you, who are there for you, who love you.
You smiled at the thought and a little bright idea came to you.
As the sun set on Kijimi, the winds gusted through the mine with ferocity and the temperature dropped to the negatives. While you ate the rations you packed, you couldn’t stop the death-biting shivers that wracked your body. It was becoming unbearable so you looked around the mine and found Wrecker sitting opposite of you, his back against the wall.
You moved, sitting next to him and snuggling into his side. The man grinned, moving his arm to bring you closer (as if it was possible). “Maker, you’re warm…” You looked up and saw the others happily smiling at you two. “It could be warmer, though,” you said wistfully, hoping the damsel-in-distress tone would work.
It did.
Hunter moved in to your other side, pecking your temple. You smiled and thanked him, letting the two men warm you up from either side of you. It was nice, but your little plan had yet to be finished.
“I think… I could be warmer, hmm.” You innocently put your pointer finger on your cheek like you were thinking about how to solve your problem. You glanced at Tech and Echo and winked.
Both of them rolled their eyes at your silly ploy, but gave in regardless. Echo laid on your right thigh while Tech laid on your left, each reaching up to place a kiss on your cheeks. With four out of five brothers, you looked at the sniper whose back was facing you. He had his firepuncher propped up next to him and was ready to take the first watch.
You weren’t satisfied with that.
“I still think it could be way warmer,” you spoke exaggeratingly loud and Crosshair moved to glance at you over his shoulder. His eyebrow raised when he saw your ‘come-here’ hands. Not daring to ignore your cute plea, the snarky sniper got up to take the last spot available: in between your legs.
“Could have just asked, darling,” he breathed against your lips before he kissed you.
It made you giggle and you happily wrapped your arms around him as he settled in on you. “Oh, I know. This was more fun, though.”
The men chuckled, filling you with warmth greater than any sun. As the night was breaching late hours, one by one each of you fell into a comfortable slumber. You were kept blissfully warm through the night and your tiny smile never left.
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technoplanet · 8 months
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sony discman d-50's main pcb
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