#copper paper co

[katsukikitten]

Synopsis: A pretty girl like you had lead a life so boring that at 25 you're feeling far too restless. Letting your friends decide what exactly you should do to shake up the monotony in your life, one of them suggests a piercing. Not just an piercing, a tongue piercing. Nervously researching for months until you find the perfect tattoo parlor co owned by Sero Hanta and Bakugou Katsuki. Will this piecing finally bring color back to your gray life or will it make you hate the color red?

Warnings : piercings bb, so needles etc.

AN : this was an idea born in DMS that went straight off the dome in drafts posted HERE and I added another part and though fuck it make it a fic. wc3512

To say you weren't nervous would be a bold face fucking lie. Almost shaking as you sit on a table in a back room of Spit Ink while the hottest, and meanest, looking piercer gathers together the tools needed for your piercing.

Your tongue piercing.

The one that's supposed to help shake up your boring drab as fuck life.

Nails biting into the cushy and clean pleather seat as the male five years your senior looms over you.

You have to have your tongue lolled out for him to work so he can hold it in place with a tool but as he's about to grab the wet muscle he notices the way it quivers and shakes and for the first fucking time he's having a nasty thought about a client, about his cum hitting your tongue and mixing with your spit that starts to pool onto the sanitary paper bib he put on to catch the blood and drool.

"Bakugou?" His assistant calls him, pulling him out of his stupor. With a growl he grabs onto your shaking tongue and tries to swallow desire whole from the pretty groan you make.

Instead he chokes on it

It doesn't help how your tongue swirls around his cherry flavored gloves as he checks his work, making sure the piercing is in there correctly and that the bar is long enough for the inevitable swelling. Digits still in your mouth as he starts his lecture that most people ignore but your eyes were trained on him.

Hanging on every word

"It's gonna hurt and it's gonna fuckin swell for the next five days. Don't call us crying about it and if your think it's infected go to the fuckin doctor. Drink cold liquids, rinse with saline or salt water or alcohol free wash after every fucking meal. That means, snacks too dipshit, until it's healed. No licking random shit, no kissing and " he removes his fingers and grabs your chin, something he definitely doesn't normally do, keeping your gaze with his own intense crimson, "No oral."

"Got it?" He lets go and you nod quickly. Eagerly as he can feel your need for praise and approval seep off of you. With his assistant out of the room now he gives a wolfish grin.

"Good girl." He watches your thighs rub together and his cock twitches from pegging you right. He gives his back to you for now to wash his hands like the sis before.

"Um, do-" you clear your throat, "Do you do nipple piercings too?"

That wolfish grin curls up on his face again as he looks you over his shoulder and blatantly stares at your chest.

"I do everything."

You don't let too much time pass before you find yourself in the presence of Bakugou again. His large tattooed hands slipping into those cherry flavored gloves and it makes you salivate. It’s just him today, no red headed assistant as he gathers his things together, he glances over his shoulder and gives a vicious smirk.

“Yer tits still aren’t out?” The question makes you choke, it was stupid to be shy about taking them out when he would obviously have to see them to send the needle through and then thread in the bar.

Still your fingers shake as you grab onto the top of your dress. Easing it down the mound of your breasts and the weight of them being pressed by the ruched fabric closer to your chest makes them bounce.

Bakugou bites the inside of his lip with his modded canine. It digs too deep into the soft flesh and he laps at the sudden copper taste. Your tits were perfect, everything about them sent him into frenzied thoughts. Of them in his hands, of how soft they’d feel in his large palm, pinching at your nipples to make them hard.

But he didn’t have to, the peaks were already stiffening due to the cold air of the private piercing room. He travels up your tits to see you worrying your lip between your teeth, eyes downcast and he swallows thickly. Your meek expression has his cock twitching in his pants and all he can think about is all of the ways he’s going to ruin you.

Ruin the feel of anyone’s hands on your tits but his own. Anytime someone pawed at your body you’d feel the ghost of his hot palms, pressing and prodding as he molded you as he liked.

Fuck he should not be thinking that right now. He was a professional and he saw pretty tits almost three times a day with no issues before. So why would you, with the perfect sized areola that he could pull into his mouth while his sharp teeth gently scraped at your sensitive bud.

Fuuuuck

He stays quiet now trying to keep a serious expression when really he wants to just look at you. Drink you in and find all of your sensitive spots, he’s about to make your nipples extra sensitive in about five minutes. He wonders if you’ll cum from the pain others have before. Suddenly his ripped skinny jeans grow too tight in the crotch.

He sits on his rolling stool and comes closer to you. Your pretty tits in his face while you sit elevated from him. Corrosive bromine eyes eat at your skin causing a few nervous tremors to rack through your body.

“Ya nervous?” You look up at him and he’s wearing that smile. The one that makes him look like a wolf and you a lamb. Sharp canines are more noticeable while he’s below you like that poking gently into his lip just outside his snake bites. He watches your adam’s apple bob as you gulp audibly.

“A-a little.” You admit and you curl into yourself. As if you could hide away from his perceptive gaze.

“Don’t worry.” He purrs, gently lifting your tits and pushing them together, “I’m the fuckin best.”

He lets them spread to the top of your breast before slowly coming down to your nipples, thumb still hooked under the weight of your pretty tits. You jolt, arching your back and then bucking your hips when he does it again. Letting his fingers graze your nipples with more pressure than before.

“Sensitive.” He purrs and does the action again then again.

It's shameful how your underwear dampens more and more with each passing motion. A harsh squeeze at the fat of your tits before the pressure slowly lets up as he gets to your nipple pinching lightly. Rolling it between his thumb and forefingers. A gasp escapes your plush lips and the sound makes his cock ache. The more he plays with your tits, so slowly and with strong fingers gripping at you, the more your underwear starts to stick to your body.

The more you want to rut your hips and when you try to adjust how you’re sitting your dress rides up, giving him a peek between your thick thighs. Just seeing the damp spot that's growing on your pink underwear.

“So ya like black and pink?”

“Wha-what?”

“Yer underwear, Princess.” He looks down at them again and then back up to hold your doe wide eyes, “Yer showin ‘em off for me.”

“I-I, I’m not meaning to I-”

“I- I-. “ He mocks, “Sure yer not Princess.”

The nickname he’s given you makes you melt, makes you want to act stupid and get it written in his scrawl across your collar bone. Leave it to you to fall in love with the first guy who plays with your tits.

He looks down at the black bars and pink balls he’s got set out for the piercing and pulls his lip into his teeth, debating on if he should throw in a nipple charm for free. It’d look cute as hell and even better if it was in his signature color of red. Deadly smirk grows on his face as he adds the laced red charm that matches the color of his eyes. Hands making quick work of taking the hollow needle and placing the barbell that will be left behind inside your pretty nipple. When he looks up he sees your face drain of color, more than nervous now. You looked ill, like you were about to be sick.

Normally he’d just pierce them while they looked like that, not giving a shit how scared they were, the pain would pull them out of their head but he sets the needle down in the sterile bowl. His hands gripping at your hips and sliding them closer to the edge of the seat. The friction pulls you back into the moment.

“I’ll make it feel good, Princess.” He slides your hips against the seat again. Rolling them roughly as he watches you bite your lip as he sets a quick pace. Your mouth opens in a silent moan as he smirks up at you. He likes the way you squirm, how you place your hands over his but you don’t push away. Even moving along to his movements until your hips start to stutter. You look at him through your long lashes as embarrassed tears threaten to spill.

“So pretty like that.” He purrs, “So fuckin pretty and makin such a mess on my table.”

His eyes flicker between your legs and you see your arousal wetting the paper causing you to mewl loudly. You were so close, thighs spasming as he guided you over the edge. Throwing your head back in pleasure, mouth falling open in a breathy moan and pushing harder at his wrists as he tries to pull another one from you.

“Ya got one more in ya, Princess. I know ya do.” He growls, bruising grip as he presses you harder into the table, “This time lemme see your pretty face.”

Your tits are bouncing from the force he guides you and Bakugou stares at them with pure lust. You keep your eyes glued on him, the coil in your stomach already tightening as he watches the mind numbing pleasure start to rot that gorgeous head of yours.

“Cum.” This time you moan loudly as your body shakes, drooling cunt clenching around nothing desperately as you whimper from the slight overstimulation, “Good girl.”

His praise makes you dizzy as you pull in harsh breaths, shaking from post bliss. He goes to grab the needle with his free hand while the other still holds tightly to your plush hip. Quickly you grab the wrist attached to you. Your skin is clammy on his, tattoos swirling under your palm as you give him a doe eyed look. Was the nervousness back already? He gives a small smile, bringing both hands to squeeze your thick thighs, fingers making divots in your soft skin.

"M right here. It'll feel good. I promise Princess. Don'tchya trust me?"

"Y-yea." A slow nod as you release your knuckle white grip on him. He grinds your hips one more time to watch you squirm and mewl from the overstimulation and to make sure you were still sitting pretty. He keeps his eyes on you for a long moment before going back to your nipple. Passing the needle through the sensitive bud, the pain is so great, so pleasurable it makes you cum. Hard. Grilling at his shoulders and grinding your hips with a loud whine of his name.

"Bakugou." Fuck, you were not making this easy for him. Pretty tits bouncing in his face and suddenly he's imagining what you'll look like sinking down on his cock again. He swallows quickly. Placing on the red laced charm before screwing on the pink balls onto the black bar.

"Takin it so fuckin good." He purrs, leaning over to lay a soft kiss at the fat of your breast. Still a professional in his haze despite having a carnal desire to suck your soft skin and the pretty new metal into his mouth. To lazily lap at with his tongue until you cum loudly for him.

The next one is even more pleasurable, seeing stars as your hips stutter, sharp manicured nails biting into his tattooed shoulders as you whimper. Tears gently falling down your cheeks from how deliciously painful it is.

"Did so well Princess." Bakugou praises and it does nothing to quell your thirst, the throbbing in your nipples is nothing compared to the throbbing in your cunt. Desperately needing to be filled as you think about if he has any piercings of his own.

More than the nipple piercing that peeks out from under his oversized and stretched out muscle t with some heavy rock band on the front. Dermal piercings on his collar bones as well that make you wanna bite the red jewels. The same one that hangs from the charms on your own piercing. He notices you practically eye fucking him and grind.

"I did 'em all myself." Looking you directly in the eye as he palms his fat cock, "Even this one."

When you whimper out loud he laughs, delighting in your needy state. Leaning over to kiss well above your new piercing, this time sucking the skin into his mouth to leave a small mark. You try to keep him there, sharp nails scratching in his pretty ash blonde hair, grazing the undercut as you sigh. He leaves a few more well placed bruises, marking you as his now with both the charms and these little blossoms of color all over your pretty tits. Tracing them with the cool metal ball on his own tongue piercing.

After a few moments he pulls away, scooting back to get a better view of you. He looks over his work but needs just one more thing before he places the bandages over them.

"Stick out your tongue Sweetheart. Lemme see." Slowly you let your tongue hang out. The cherry red barbell ball you picked out is still bright. Your tongue healing beautifully and he really does wish he could use that pouty mouth to ease the ache of his weeping cock.

"Fuck." He growls out, palming himself, "Fuck lemme…"

He trails off, snapping off those bright red gloves and pulling out his phone. He waits until drool is dripping from the point of your wet muscle before he snaps a few pictures. Zooming in to get just your bruised tits and tongue in the picture.

"Perfect." He growls, "So pretty and perfect."

He places another chaste kiss at the tops of your breasts after he places on each bandaid, soothing your whimpers before he pulls up the top of your dress. He stands from his stool below you, offering you his big palm to steady yourself as you step off of the table. You patiently wait for him to give you care instructions as he did last time but instead he rattles off a long number before he makes his way to guide you to the receptionist desk passing you the purse you set down by the door.

"Better hurry up and save that in yer phone." Frantically you dig around your purse for your phone, praying to the gods you remember. Shit did he say five after the four or was it seven. He watches you panic with delight and grabs onto your waist. Squeezing tightly as his gruff voice sends a shiver down your spine.

"It'd be a shame if ya don't save it, then you'd just have to come back and see me."

#bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #piercer bakugou #bakugou smut #kitten writes 🖤🐈‍⬛🖋️ #kitten writes bakugou

[irish-dress-history]

Irish dress history sources online:

A list of sources for Irish dress history research that free to access on the internet:

Primary and period sources:

Text Sources:

Corpus of Electronic Texts (CELT): a database of historical texts from or about Ireland. Most have both their original text and, where applicable, an English translation. Authors include: Francisco de Cuellar, Luke Gernon, John Dymmok, Thomas Gainsford, Fynes Moryson, Edmund Spenser, Laurent Vital, Tadhg Dall Ó hUiginn

Images:

The Edwin Rae Collection: A collection of photographs of Irish carvings dating 1300-1600 taken by art historian Edwin Rae in the mid-20th c. Includes tomb effigies and other figural art.

National Library of Ireland: Has a nice collection of 18th-20th c. Irish art and photographs. Search their catalog or browse their flickr.

Irish Script on Screen: A collection of scans of medieval Irish manuscripts, including The Book of Ballymote.

The Book of Kells: Scans of the whole thing.

The Image of Irelande, with a Discoverie of Woodkarne by John Derricke published 1581. A piece of anti-Irish propaganda that should be used with caution. Illustrations. Complete text.

Secondary sources:

Irish History from Contemporary Sources (1509-1610) by Constantia Maxwell published 1923. Contains a nice collection of primary source quotes, but it sometimes modernizes the 16th c. English in ways that are detrimental to the accuracy, like changing 'cote' to 'coat'. The original text for many of them can be found on CELT, archive.org, or google books.

An Historical Essay on the Dress of the Ancient and Modern Irish By Joseph Cooper Walker published 1788. Makes admirable use of primary sources, but because of Walker's assumption that Irish dress didn't change for the entirety of the Middle Ages, it is significantly flawed in a lot of its conclusions. Mostly only useful now for historiography. I discussed the images in this book here.

Chapter 18: Dress and Personal Adornment from A Smaller Social History of Ancient Ireland by P. W. Joyce published 1906. Suffers from similar problems to An Historical Essay on the Dress of the Ancient and Modern Irish.

Consumption and Material Culture in Sixteenth-Century Ireland Susan Flavin's 2011 doctoral thesis. A valuable source on the kinds of materials that were available in 16th c Ireland.

A Descriptive Catalogue of the Antiquities in the Museum of the Royal Irish Academy Volumes 1 and 2 by William Wilde, published 1863. Obviously outdated, and some of Wilde's conclusions are wrong, because archaeologists didn't know how to date things in the 19th century, but his descriptions of the individual artifacts are worthwhile. Frustratingly, this is still the best catalog available to the public for the National Museum of Ireland Archaeology. Idk why the NMI doesn't have an online catalog, a lot museums do nowadays.

Volume I: Articles of stone, earthen, vegetable and animal materials; and of copper and bronze

Volume 2: A Descriptive Catalogue of the Antiquities of Gold in the Museum of the Royal Irish Academy

A Horsehair Woven Band from County Antrim, Ireland: Clues to the Past from a Later Bronze Age Masterwork by Elizabeth Wincott Heckett 1998

Jewellery, art and symbolism in Medieval Irish society by Mary Deevy in Art and Symbolism in Medieval Europe- Papers of the 'Medieval Europe Brugge 1997' Conference (page 77 of PDF)

Looking the part: dress and civic status and ethnicity in early-modern Ireland by Brid McGrath 2018

Irish Mantles, English Nationalism: Apparel and National Identity in Early Modern English and Irish Texts by John R Ziegler 2013

Dress and ornament in early medieval Ireland - exploring the evidence by Maureen Doyle 2014

Dress and accessories in the early Irish tale, ‘The Wooing of Becfhola’ by Niamh Whitfield 2006

A tenth century cloth from Bogstown Co. Meath by Elizabeth Wincott Heckett 2004

Tertiary Sources:

Medieval Ireland: An Encyclopedia edited by Sean Duffy published 2005

Re-Examining the Evidence: A Study of Medieval Irish Women's Dress from 750 to 900 CE by Alexandra McConnell

#resources #dress history #irish dress #irish history #early medieval #bronze age #textile history #late medieval #16th century #historical dress

[tassjis]

Small Copper - 10 lion Medium Copper - 100 lion Large Copper - 1,000 lion Small Silver - 10,000 lion Large Silver - 100,000 lion Small Gold - 1,000,000 lion Large Gold - 10,000,000 lion

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30 Fruit on the market <100 Payment for ordinary handiwork

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100 Shumil Feystone 100 Effa paid Lutz 200 Payment per flower part of a hair stick 500 Payment for making a mass-produced hairpin

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1,000 2 mugs of Behelle and some sausages in Ebb's bar 1,100 Hair ornaments with an express fee 2,000 Stone slate and one slate pencil 3,000 Initial price set for a mass-produced hairpin 6,000 A used calculator 8,000 Myne took home after selling her first sheets of paper 8,000-10,000 Ralph's monthly salary

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10,000 10 cookies sold at the Harpsiel concert 10,000 Given to each soldier escorting grey priests to Hasse 10,000 Cost per hair stick arranged for the girls in the Ehrenfest dorm to wear as a promotion 20,000 postcard-sized parchment 20,000 postcard-sized Volrin paper 30,000 profit from Frida's hair sticks (split between Lutz and Myne) 40,000 postcard-sized Trombe paper 40,000 A bottle of writing ink 40,000 Initial price for one of Freida's hair sticks 50,000 registration for the Myne Workshop 50,000 - 70,000 planned price for Reversi and Playing cards 60,000 Frieda's twin hairpins

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100,000 An apprentice uniform for Gilberta Co. 100,000 contract-sized parchment 100,000 contract-sized Volrin paper 100,000 minimum monthly wage for a Math and Writing Tutor - Three 1 bell lessons per week 100,000 Monthly salary of a gatekeeper (Gunther's Salary) 160,000 Myne's share of the 5 small gold donated to the temple 200,000 Given to the guards for handling an unexpected Clarrisa correctly 300,000 Monthly travel allowance paid to Italian restaurant chefs 300,000 Price for a Concert Program 300,000 Single colour poker set 400,000 Premium Reversi and playing cards 500,000 contract-sized Trombe paper 500,000 Monthly rental fee of an Italian chef 500,000 A Ferdinand portrait sold at the concert 500,000 Price of Karuta sold at the castle 500,000 - 800,000 Ticket price for low seats at the concert 800,000 Final price for a picture book

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1,000,000 price per Italian restaurant recipe 1,000,000 Highest seats in the concert 1,000,000 A picture book sold at the castle 1,000,000 Coloured playing cards sold at the castle 1,000,000 Price paid on Brigette's dress 1,000,000 Damuel's reward for the raise angelicas grade squad 1,000,000 Previous Grey Priest price 1,000,000 Royal Academy's Library Registration fee 1,800,000 Initial price of the Children's Bible 2,000,000 Laynoble price for Rozeyne's Mana Compression Method 2,000,000+ A faulty magic tool that will break 2,800,000 Cost of the mana tool to save Myne 2,800,000 2.5 years of Gunther's annual income 3,000,000 Information Fee to improve Rinsham 3,000,000 Used Mana draining tool that has been overwritten twice 5,000,000 Commission for a new mana-draining tool (estimate) 5,000,000 Average price for a grey priest 5,000,000 exclusive rights to pound cake for a year 6,000,000 Production method for plant paper 8,000,000 Mednoble price for Rozemyne's Mana compression method

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10,000,000 Mynes initial donation to the temple 17,000,000 Production method and rights to hair sticks 20,000,000 Archnoble price for Rozemynes Mana Compression method 22,000,000 price of grey priest Volk 30,000,000 deposit to borrow a book from the Royal Academy's library 30,000,000 Donations from the Tea Party 40,000,000-50,000,000 Price of a book 50,000,000 250 Trombe Paper (The size of a holy book) 128,600,000 profit from Ferdiand's concert (an undisclosed portion of this is considered "loose change" to Ferdinand) 180,000,000 estimated cost of transcribing and translating Dunklefelger's history

#I may have missed something #honzuki no gekokujou #ascendance of a bookworm

[parchmentpaperandco]

Groveside

Rereleased and updated for 2024

Without a shadow of a doubt, one of Parchment, Paper & Co's finest dwellings from their, decidedly ordinary, back catalogue. Groveside has been updated and now includes bronzed copper corrugated siding to the upper level.

Inside, as per the original, there is a terrible amount of wasted space - who lives like this? Having said that... the spaces are all well-proportioned and there's a genuine feeling of the outside in and inside out about the lower floor.

The same can't really be said about the upper level. Apart from the well considered master suite, the other two bedrooms are pokey.

Allegedly, there are going to be some weekend Open House style events (9am-3pm Saturday 10am-2pm Sunday) with a team of well-groomed young men in smart suits serving a 'finger buffet' - I for one can't wait. If only I had a spare 110k, but alas, being deputy house reviewer at Bluewater Echo doesn't pay nearly as well as some folks imagine.

#ts2 cc #ts2 lots #ts2 residential #s2cc #ts2cc #ts2 custom content

[pwlanier]

A collection of nine brass-studded leather trunks and boxes

Various makers from Philadelphia, PA, and Boston, MA, early 19th century

Overall comprising eight leather boxes and one hide covered box, most retaining original block-printed and marbled paper or ticking fabric, and original labels, to interior: one box with studded monogram to lid, "RCB," with label, "By Thomas Moyer, No. 26, Market Street, Philadelphia," a box with label, "W.S. Hansell, No. 24, Southside of Market street, near Front street, Philadelphia," one box with label, "Andrew Riley, No. 19, Hanover Street, Boston," one box with label, "Robert Burr, Trunk Manufacturer, No. 9 Hanover Street (Nearly opposite the Shawmut House, Boston.)," one box with label, "E.A.G. Roulstone, Successor to Robert Burr...9 Hanover St...Boston.," one box with label, "Thomas Moyer, No. 38 Market Street, Philadelphia," one box with brass plaque to lid engraved, "Boston Copper Co." and with label, "George Domett...6 Dock Square, Boston.," and bearing inscription to underside, "Boston & Braintree Copper & Brass Manufactory, Boston," one box with no label but bearing pencil inscriptions to interior of lid, "Ebenezer C. Andrews/ Otisfield Maine/ July 10th 1847/ Bought of Moses D. Andrews/ Five years ago/ M.D. Andrews Esq/ Otisfield Maine/ Robert And [in ink] Robert Andrews," and one box with no label.

Freeman’s

[amythestfenix]

4ESF Kitchen3 Repository and Recolored

As I was taking a break from working on the 4t2CL Stove, I decided to look at the latest CC I’ve downloaded.

I really love @parchmentpaperandco ‘s ink and copper Brooklyn Kitchen; it's a great color combo! I went to get out my meshes for it and realized that I had made this kitchen repository and then never posted it.

So I dug it out and then I recolored some more of the set (fridge, wall shelves, cooker hood, barstools, undercounter table) with Basico’s textures. You can see these in pic 1. Pic 2 shows the mesh textures. TXMTs are changed to match my system, because I often mix and match kitchen pieces when I decorate. I’ve made a deco corner counter, because I hate it when counters separate after you put in upper cabinets and deco!

I did a lot to the fridge. It’s now 2 subsets (exterior and interior), because the interior used to take textures from the BG moderate fridge, which had a sub-par result as they showed on the exterior. It’s also now FT (AL) and children can get bottles for toddlers. Everything is re-named, quarter-tiled, categorized the way I like it, etc. Not all deco shown is part of this kitchen. I did not do much to the microwave, trash compactor, dish drainer, sink, stove, or wall light, as I don’t particularly like them and will probably never use them.

Thanks so much to Ian at  Parchment, Paper, & Co for permission to use and post these lovely textures! Make sure you pick up the recolors from Basico Homewares at the link above.

Please let me know if there are questions or problems.

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#sims 2 download #sims2cc

[popculturelib]

A copper postcard featuring Saguaro cacti from the Kopper Kard Co. in Salt Lake City, Utah. Unsent. Although the front is made of copper, it is wrapped around a paper card. A brief description on the back reads:

The Giant Cactus (Saguaro) is one of the many varieties of cacti found in the deserts of the southwest region of the United States. The Saguaro is the state flower of Arizona. New Mexico is often called the "Cactus State."

The Browne Popular Culture Library (BPCL), founded in 1969, is the most comprehensive archive of its kind in the United States.  Our focus and mission is to acquire and preserve research materials on American Popular Culture (post 1876) for curricular and research use. Visit our website at https://www.bgsu.edu/library/pcl.html.

#bgsu #libraries on tumblr #postcards #copper postcards #kopper kard co. #cactus #cacti #saguaro cactus

[marvelstarker-mha98]

The Runaway Distance Life Of A Little Stark Chapter 12: A little bit of truth

Pairing: Tony Stark & daughter!Reader, Phil coulson & reader, Peter parker & reader Summary: Phil and reader discussed something, peter parker and reader bond with a hint reveal Co author with: callikc  Previous next Tag:  @venomsvl  @geeksareunique

You agreed to meet Coulson the next day at a safe and secure location so you could take a look at the jet. But, before that, you were looking after Peter.

Ben and May were at work so they asked you to pick him up from school which you were all too happy to do. He was the nicest and smartest kid you knew and he was like a little brother to you at this point. You'd do anything for him.

"Behold... The fortress." You announced, kicking open the door to your apartment and balancing some work projects in one hand. "Run free, child."

Peter laughed before doing just that and jumping onto the couch where a mound of pillows had been hoarded. He kicked off his shoes and bag and tossed them in a messy corner.

"What's for dinner?" He then asked.

"Uh..." You placed down the work stuff on the kitchen island, looking through the cupboards after. "We have a glorified cheese sandwich, or good old mac and cheese."

"Mac and cheese!"

You nodded. "Mac and cheese it is."

"Thanks."

"No problem. I might even have some ice cream left over from our last hang out."

"Yes!"

You laughed at the excitement. "So how's the physics project coming along?"

"Oh, you'll love this." He retrieved his school bag again and dug out a sheet of paper. "I want to make a homopolar motor."

"A spinning wire sculpture?"

"Yep. But I want to make it flashy as well. We've got to write down each step of our project and present it so the rest of the class can try their own at home."

"Ah, the dreaded class presentation. I always hated that."

"Me too. But this is pretty simple so I think I'll get it done by tonight. If you've got what we need, that is."

"Of course I do." You started to take out the ingredients for mac and cheese. "After all, what kind of house doesn't have a neodymium disc magnet?"

Peter grinned like a kid in a candy store and wrote down the list of things needed: - 1 neodymium disc magnet (0.5 diameter, with 0.25 thickness) - 1 AA battery, 1.5 volt - Copper wire (not insulated), 14 gauge - 12 inch ruler - Needle nose pliers with wire cutter

While you started to make the dinner, Peter gathered what he needed since he knew your apartment like his own. You occasionally watched and joined in while waiting for things to cook and by the time the kitchen timer went off, you'd gotten as far as putting the neodymium magnet on the negative end of the battery. The two of you could have made the whole thing in ten minutes any other day but since instructions were part of the project, it took longer.

"Dinner is served, fratello." You said, holding two plates of mac and cheese in each hand.

Peter glanced up from the project with a frown. "Fra-who-lo?"

You chuckled. "Don't worry. Just smile and nod."

"Right." He got up and moved to the couch, but when you didn't join him, he stared. "We're not eating at the table, are we?"

"God, no. What do you think we are, civilized beings? I'm just looking for the remote."

"It's in the bonsai pot."

"The bonsai pot?" You furrowed your brows, confused. "Why is the remote in the bonsai pot?"

"Because you have an unhealthy addiction to Buffy the Vampire Slayer and asked me to hide it."

"Oh... Okay. Yeah, that seems believable. I mean, Buffy could step on me. And dark Willow? Wow. Don't even get me started on Faith and Spike."

Peter had already zoned out of your simping and grabbed the remote, switching on the channel to the usual news. It was about an incident in Japan. Your dad had saved someone there, someone important by the looks of things.

Peter looked at you, noticing the way you looked away from the TV at all costs and started to awkwardly play with your food. He'd known you long enough to realize that was a sign that you were nervous. It happened any time Iron Man was mentioned in a conversation or shown on the TV. He'd been wanting to ask you something for a long time because of it, and now seemed like as good a time as any.

"Ellen?"

You looked up, trying not to react every time your dad flew by on the screen. "Yeah?"

"Are you (y/n) Stark?"

He had asked it so casually you were convinced you were hearing things at first.

Why would Peter ever ask that? How did he know? He was just a kid and surely still too young to remember when you were reported as missing.

How the hell did he know your name?

"Uh..." You swallowed nervously. "No."

Peter gave you a stare that clearly said he didn't believe you. "Are you sure?"

"Pete, I'd know if I was the daughter of a billionaire."

"Unless you ran away."

You blinked, growing more and more concerned. "What?"

"I've seen the old pictures, Ellen. You look just like (y/n) even though you keep changing your hair and clothes. I didn't realize until a few months ago."

"Peter-"

"Tell me the truth. Please." He begged with a pout. "I won't tell anyone. You know I won't. I promise."

Maybe...

Maybe it wouldn't hurt.

It had been years since the kidnapping, and Obadiah Stane was still very much dead. You hadn't had any incidents and things were calm. Perhaps the danger was gone.

You still had the pessimistic feeling that it wasn't over but you supposed everyone had that now and then. Besides, Fury and Ben knew and they were okay. You'd revealed the truth to Happy and he was alive. Maybe it was safe.

"Peter, you need to listen to me." You said. "You can't tell anyone. Not Ben and May, not Ned, not anyone."

Peter grinned before you gave him a stern look and he settled down. "Okay. I promise. Does this mean that you're really her? You're not Ellen, you're... (Y/n)?"

You closed your eyes tightly and took a moment to focus on breathing before you slowly nodded. "Yeah."

"Cool!"

You opened your eyes again, a little confused. "What?"

"That's so cool! I mean, Iron Man is your dad! How many people can say that?"

You scoffed. "With the way he used to be, more than you think."

He went to rant some more but suddenly stopped, tilting his head as he looked at you. "Why did you run away?"

Having known the question would pop up, you sighed. "It's a long story, kid."

"We've got hours."

"Unfortunately."

And so you began to explain. You left out the darker details since he was still only a kid but remained as accurate and close to the truth as possible. You didn't tell him that Ben knew or that you worked for SHIELD, just that a group of people knew and offered you work and safety.

"He's changed." You finished. "He used to be so distant. I knew more about the people he worked with than I ever did about him. There were so many birthdays where all I wanted was a song or even just a hug but got nothing. But he's different now."

Peter smiled sadly. "Why don't you go back?"

You thought about it but shrugged. "I guess I've just been away for so long, I've got used to it. And he's got a whole new life now as one of Earth's Mightiest Heroes."

"I'm sure he'd love to see you again. I mean, you're awesome, Ellen. You can build things and you're funny and cool and you make the best Mac and Cheese."

You smiled but shook your head. "Not now. Maybe... One day."

He wanted to persuade you more but ultimately nodded in understanding when he saw your eyes becoming tearful.

He moved next to you and hugged you tightly. "Here's that hug you always wanted."

You closed your eyes, putting your arms around him and relishing the feeling. "Thanks, Peter."

"I won't tell anybody." He said. "And I'm always going to love you and be your number one best friend no matter who you are."

-

The next day, were certain you were dreaming as you looked around at the little hideaway you were meant to be meeting Coulson in. You couldn't believe that while the world thought he was dead, he was working on missions in a place like this. It was incredible.

You missed him so much. In the many months you spent together, he'd quickly become your favorite agent. He wasn't like other uptight SHIELD people who barked orders without thought and listened to what superiors told them. He actually questioned things and had morals. You admired that.

The place in question was huge, like a bunker. There were more people inside than you thought there'd be but it wasn't exactly bustling either. There were storage crates and cars going around but in the center of it all was a huge jet.

You recognized it. It was a CXD 23215 Airborne Mobile Command Station, otherwise known as a Boeing C-17 Globemaster III airplane. SHIELD used them a lot during the 80s and 90s before the helicarriers came into rotation. To know that you were needed to help fix it was actually quite thrilling.

And, boy, did it look like it needed a fix. Especially the outside hull. You wondered if the interior was as bad or not.

"Ellen."

You turned at the name you'd grown accustomed to and your eyes lit up when you saw Coulson waiting on the ramp of the jet.

"Agent!" You smiled and ran forward, hugging him tightly. "You're really alive? You're real?"

He chuckled and returned the hug. "I am. I'm real."

"I can't-" You shook your head, disbelief clear on your face as you stepped back. "When Fury told me I couldn't believe it. What they did-"

"I'd rather not get into it."

"Oh." You nodded. "Yeah, no, I get it."

You then stepped back to take in the jet, changing the subject.

"What do you think?" Coulson asked curiously. "Can you fix it?"

You tilted your head as you assessed what you could see. "I'd take a guess at modest hull damage and minimal engine armor scrapes. It looks like an airlock was opened in a very unconventional manner."

He looked at you, impressed. "That's exactly what happened. You've got the quite the talent, Agent Campbell."

"I'm just an engineer." You scoffed. "I wouldn't mind knowing what caused this. Who opened the airlock?"

"That would be the Asgardian I told you about. Do you remember New Mexico?"

"With Thor? Wait... He didn't do this, did he?"

"No. This was someone else. Her name was Lorelai."

"Lor-e-who?"

He smiled and motioned to the jet. "We have a lot to talk about."

#Tony stark #ironman #peter parker #spiderman #phil coulson #tony stark x daughter!reader #tony stark x daughter reader #mcu #marvel #avengers

[materialsscienceandengineering]

New study validates method for guided discovery of 3D flat-band materials

Rice University scientists have discovered a first-of-its-kind material, a 3D crystalline metal in which quantum correlations and the geometry of the crystal structure combine to frustrate the movement of electrons and lock them in place. The find is detailed in a study published in Nature Physics. The paper also describes the theoretical design principle and experimental methodology that guided the research team to the material. One part copper, two parts vanadium and four parts sulfur, the alloy features a 3D pyrochlore lattice consisting of corner-sharing tetrahedra. "We look for materials where there are potentially new states of matter or new exotic features that haven't been discovered," said study co-corresponding author Ming Yi, a Rice experimental physicist.

Read more.

#Materials Science #Science #Crystals #Quantum mechanics #Copper #Vanadium #Sulfur #Crystal structure #Rice University

[zvaigzdelasas]

[VOA is US State Media]

The Taliban may have achieved a diplomatic win in an agreement to extend the China-Pakistan Economic Corridor to Afghanistan[...]

“The three sides reaffirmed their resolve to fully harness Afghanistan’s potential as a hub for regional connectivity," said a joint statement released in May following a meeting of officials representing the three countries in Islamabad. The countries restated their commitment "to further the trilateral cooperation under the Belt and Road Initiative, and to jointly extend the China-Pakistan Economic Corridor to Afghanistan.”[...]

The $62 billion CPEC connectivity project is a flagship of the Belt and Road Initiative[...]

[A Brookings Senior Fellow] said China continues its narrative “that the West is to blame for the humanitarian crisis [in Afghanistan, and] that the West should not be holding [the] money of the central bank of Afghanistan.”[...]

“[B]y seizing Afghanistan’s overseas assets and imposing unilateral sanctions, the U.S., which created the Afghan issue in the first place, is the biggest external factor that hinders substantive improvement in the humanitarian situation in Afghanistan,” China’s Ministry of Foreign Affairs stated in April.[...]

The ministry’s position paper on Afghanistan stated that China would “do its best” to support Afghanistan’s reconstruction and development. In recent months, Chinese companies have shown interest in investing in Afghanistan[...]

Last week, in a meeting with Taliban officials in Kabul, officials of Fan China Afghan Mining Processing and Trading Co. announced an investment of $350 million in various sectors ranging from construction to health to energy in Afghanistan, according to the Bakhtar News Agency, Afghanistan’s state news agency.

In January, the Taliban signed a contract with CAPEIC to extract oil in the north of the country by investing $150 million annually.

China has also shown interest in the development and operation of mines in Afghanistan. A Chinese company, Metallurgical Corporation of China (MCC), signed a contract with the then-Afghan government in 2008 to extract copper from Mes Aynak in Logar province. But that work has not started yet. Last month, the Taliban’s mining and petroleum minister, Shahabuddin Delawar, urged MCC to begin “practical” work on the development and operation of the mine.

12 Jul 23

[forensicated]

Roger: It's the parents who are to blame... Dan: Yeah, you're right, we should put them in the stocks whilst we thrash their kids… Roger: You can take the mick! There was no need to put coppers in schools when I was there... Dan: Those were the days, eh? Paper round in your bare feet before sun up, breakfast? Just a bowl of gravel. June: Have you just had a shave? Smithy: What? How did you know that? June: I miss nothing, me. Smithy: Am I under surveillance or something? June: No, you've got shaving cream in your ear... Zain: Late night? Smithy: What? Zain: Shaving when you get to work, it's kind of a giveaway... Dan: Come on then, lets get the jokes over with... Tony: Awww, look at Rogers face. He looks like someone's just stolen his conkers.

Louise: I thought we'd finished with the questions? Smithy: Well, you know us Old Bill, we're always after more. Louise: Is that right? So supposing an opportunity arose? Smithy: *phone rings* Hang on... Louise: Don't worry, I can find my way back to Islington... I wonder if you can. *leaves* Dan: We're supposed to earn their respect! Roger: Respect? So far today they've had me in the bogs trying to find a non-existent goldfish. I've had to settle a dispute over a Spongebob Squarepants lunch box, and they've had me up a tree trying to retrieve a games kit. They start to show me some respect, then...*gets interrupted by a groups of lads* Dan: Up until now, they thought he was one of the few that would get to university. Sensitive, artistic...not the type to be carrying a knife… Roger: Maybe he was scared of being done over. I mean they're the ones they usually pick on, aren't they? The bright kids, the ones that are a bit different. The artistic ones... Dan: I used to be artistic... Roger: I rest my case.

Smithy: Louise, it's Smithy...Sergeant Smith. Louise: What are you doing? Smithy: I thought you wanted to see me? Louise: What made you think that? Smithy: When you were at the station, you were wondering if I could find my way to Islington... Louise: And that means come over, does it? Smithy: I just thought that... Louise: Look, you have to go...just don't call me again, alright? Smithy: So that's it? Louise: You're a bloke. I thought a one night stand was a perfect deal. Smithy: Well yeah, but... I dunno, I thought it was a bit of fun, I thought we could do it again... Louise: No. Smithy: Well let me just come in... Louise: No. Please, just go now...*closes the door*

Smithy: What's that job entail? Finding partners for gay coppers? Nick: Why, you lonely?

Smithy: You wily old sod. Bob: Oi, less of the old.

Smithy: They've asked for uniform support... Honey: Yeah, I'll do that... Smithy: Good girl, Amber, come here - you can help her. *Amber scowls and slowly walks towards him* Oh your enthusiasm is overwhelming me...Speak to DI Manson, he'll fill you in. *walks off and looks back* Oh, and happy birthday *winks*

Jonathan: *bangs on the door whilst Smithy looks through the windows* Gina! Gina! Smithy: Maybe she had a hospital appointment and forgot to mention it... Jonathan: I doubt it, look just mind out the way... Smithy: Er, what are you doing? Jonathan: Going to knock the door in... Smithy: Yeah, don't cos she'll kill ya. *pulls a key out* There's no need. Jonathan: Well I'm not going to ask why you've got that...*follows Smithy in and looks through the house for her* Smithy: *runs upstairs and sees Gina out cold on the floor* Jonathan! She's up here! Gina...*goes to help her* Smithy: *checks Gina's pulse* Jonathan: Have you got a pulse? Smithy: Yeah... Jonathan: Shall I call an ambulance? Smithy: No, not yet...Let's get her up *rolls Gina over and pulls her up to him* Gina: *coughs and flails her arms out* Jonathan: Up you come... Gina: *holds Jonathan and Smithy's hands* What's happening... Smithy: You tell us Gina...you're alright now. *both men comfort her* *Smithy and Jonathan settle Gina on the settee* Smithy: How you feeling? Gina: Bit wobbly, but I'm alright now... Jonathan: Do you want us to take you to the hospital? Just in case...? Gina: No, no...they warned me this might happen after the radiotherapy... *sighs* I feel wiped out...I've been up half the night vomiting, I really don't want any fuss... Smithy: Well if you're sure you're alright... Gina: Honestly, get back to work...I need you to cover for me... Jonathan: *nods at Smithy* I'll stay here... Smithy: Well look, I'll see you later... Gina: Thanks Smithy.. *Smithy smiles and leaves* Jonathan: He was really worried about you, y'know...and I almost kicked the door in. Gina: I'd have murdered you! Jonathan: I think a cup of tea's needed... Gina: No, no, I said I don't want any fuss...you can go, I'm alright now. Jonathan: Gina...I'm not going anywhere.

Tony: It's time for a toast... Smithy: Shouldn't this be champagne? Tony: I think in the circumstances, tea will have to do! Jo: Gary's not fussy, are ya! Gary: Looks like I don't have a choice...

Gabriel: *Holds up a newspaper* Is this all you've got to read? Smithy: Well I didn’t exactly get to pack a case when I came in here did I?

Gina: *to Smithy about Gabriel* Have you thanked him yet? Smithy: No. Gina: Smithy he saved your life. Smithy: I know but whenever I go to say it the words get stuck in my throat!

Dan: Yeah, I run a few times a week, did the marathon once... Roger: Dan *waves at him from behind the groupies* Hello? Dan: Sorry...can I have me hat back please girls? Roger: Go on, this is a study period...We're meant to be on patrol, not fraternizing with the enemy... Dan: Just gathering intelligence... Roger: Don't think they've got much to share, anyway, the marathon, who you kidding? Dan: I was at one once... Roger: Yeah, for crowd control. Dan: "I was terrified we'd have to split up. I didn't realise how much you meant to me."

Steve: Are you up for a bit of advice Roger? Roger: Well it's not the best time but go on quickly. Steve: What would you do if there was this woman who, well let's say something happened with her, but you don’t want to take it any further, yeah? Roger: Yeah OK I'm with you so far. Steve: But she keeps phoning you. Roger: What does she say? Steve: I haven't answered. Roger: But you want it to stop? Steve: Yeah I want it to all stop. Dan: *Slaps Steve on the back* be a man about it mate. Roger: Or better still, give her Dan's number *points at Dan* he'll sort her out. *Dan and Roger exit. Steve: Yeah.

Smithy: Well, if my dentist looked as good as you, I'd never miss a checkup...

Smithy: I'm here with a friend... Dan: A woman? Smithy: Well of course it's a woman! Dan: By the way, nice legs. Her that is, not you...

Smithy: You said you didn't want bail, so now you got your wish and I nearly got me nose broke! Smithy: Now I'm running out of patience with you, and my nose is really starting to hurt!

Louise: If you want to end it, fine...I can't make you love me... Smithy: But I do love you...that's what's making it harder to do.

#smithy #dale smith #alex walkinshaw #gina gold #roberta taylor #smiffina #chris jarvis #dan casper #louise larson #rosie marcel #roger valentine #john bowler #steve hunter #james lloyd #larry lamb #jonathan fox #june ackland #trudie goodwin #the bill

[mechatiqe]

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TAGGED BY: @wickedserpent , ur so real for that

— TAGGING: @91cmspoilers @more-than-a-princess @quickdeaths @heartheaded @magescheer @the-ultimate-muses + anyone that wants to try: pretend i tagged you and go for it

《 𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙄𝙎 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝙈𝙐𝙎𝙀’𝙎 𝘼𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙏𝙄𝘾 ? 》

BOLD any that applies to your muse and italicize any that conditionally applies to your muse.

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[ 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒. ] red. orange. yellow. green. blue. pink. purple. black. white. teal. brown. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. violet. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green. sky blue. pale jade. copper. magenta. rainbow.

[ 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒. ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. thunder. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. darkness. shadows. nature. aether. quintessence. blood. life. death.

[ 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐒. ] scythe. fists. legs. sword. dagger. spear. lance. bow & arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. baseball bats. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. claws. teeth. stealth. strategy. robotics.

[ 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐒. ] gold. silver. copper. platinum. titanium. rose gold. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. steel. glass. rust. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics. ribbon.

[ 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄. ] grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. sunflowers. tulips. lavender. petals. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. fungi. ocean. river. frozen lake. meadow. valley. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rain forest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. snow. mist. pond.

[ 𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐒. ] lions. wolves. foxes. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. crocodiles. ducks. bugs. spiders. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. penguins. deer. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. monkeys. tigers. parrots.

[ 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃/𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒. ] sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. vodka. beer. coffee. sake. tea. water. spices. herbs. apples. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. lollies. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. tacos. pizza. ambrosia. eggs. milk. ramen. chips. ice cream. cereal.

[ 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒. ] music. art. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. writing. composing. cooking. baking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. CDs. records. vinyl. cassettes. piano. daydreaming. strings. violin. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. flute. bells. exploring. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. sleeping. climbing. running. jogging. parkour. studying. video games. comics. manga.

[ 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂. ] balloons. comedy. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. candles. growth. decay. war. peace. wealth. power. percussion. clocks. mirrors. pets. diary. journal. fairy lights. madness. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. suffering. family. friends. strength. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs. kisses. spring. summer. autumn. winter. poverty. farmland. countryside. suburban. village. depression. longing. sloth. pride. envy. wrath. greed. gluttony. lust. melancholy. fate. soulmates.

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#⠀memes | tagging : aesthetics

[madamhatter]

"You shouldn't be pushing yourself so much, dearest hatter. Sophie, please, go to bed."

In the cramped confines of her workspace, Sophie Hatter never considers that the existence of darkness counters her loneliness. 

Just as she fills unclaimed spaces with quiet lament, so too do the shadows. They occupy and co-exist between or behind material objects, moving and changing as much as the light did. One key difference is that her subjection to the living world meant her participation with her shadow sewn to her heels. 

Not too human, not too inhuman either. 

Perched on her aged stool, pencil rolling between her thumb and index finger, Sophie retreats into the farthest corner of her bedroom-turned-office. Curtains drawn, merely a sliver of sicky yellow street lights breach in the dark, flitting with the occasional passing car. 

Her bleary eyes affix to the pencil in her hand, the grip intensifying momentarily. Neglected paperwork from the business owner—no, mother, Sophie amends—returns to hours upon hours of poured labor at her desk, concluding to a drained mind. 

Mother has been preoccupied in recent weeks, but as always, I couldn't leave the work undone—whether she expressly requested it or not. Omitting the details of her rationale, the copper-haired woman presses her lips together, forcing lead to the paper. 

The pencil's scratch, pointed and persistent, breaches the silence of the room as though progress and work have come. Yet, the lead burrows deeper, darkening the curvature of a "t" meant to continue an unfinished statement. Overwhelm, override. Amidst the ghastly awareness and the hollowing horror of recognition, she clings to a familiar cure-all: work. Immersing herself in it would numb the creeping, insidious frustration neath her flesh.  Hopefully, that is. No, assures. She corrects herself once more, amid the interplay of paperwork, shadows, and isolation.

The seamstress adjusts her position, her eyes darting between her work and the curtains. A heavy, uncomfortable presence seems to burrow into her, akin to uninvited eyes observing her like a bird in a white-gilded cage. Her shoulders slump, and the pencil lifts from the page. Taking a deep breath, she presses the lead back down. Yet again, an uneasy weight forms at the base of her throat.

Who is there? What is there?  Squeezing the pencil till her knuckles turn ghostly white, she indignantly turns her face, entertaining her irrational imagination. 

Pure yellow retinas, devoid of irises or pupils, fixate on her. The figment of her worries, brought to life in hues blacker and bluer than ink. The creature, seemingly timid, gazes at her, its head canting slightly, unmistakenly worried.

Her red-rimmed eyes blink once, then again, she softly utters, "Mister Shadow?" 

"You shouldn't be pushing yourself so much, dearest hatter. Sophie, please, go to bed."

Sophie's shoulders were tense, barely noticeable, at the eldritch mystery's gentleness. Again, the pencil rolls between her fingers. Raising her eyes, a soft yet unyielding firmness is in her voice: "Mister Shadow, though I appreciate your concern..." Steadily, her tone hints at the weariness of a sharp tongue: "But the work must be done. None of this paperwork can magically finish itself, and every stitch delayed is something closer to breaking." Her gaze flits to the papers. "As you are aware, waiting is not an option for me." 

With a sigh, she leans forward in her chair, her eyes momentarily closing as if seeking a moment of respite. "I have to keep going..." 

Who else will if I don't?

#( checkbooks inquiries and much ; answered asks ) #( kh verse tag tba ) #dichotomouskey #[ late to answer but tyvm for sending! ]

[dr-archeville]

Researchers have developed a metallic gel that is highly electrically conductive and can be used to print three-dimensional (3D) solid objects at room temperature. “3D printing has revolutionized manufacturing, but we’re not aware of previous technologies that allowed you to print 3D metal objects at room temperature in a single step,” says Michael Dickey, co-corresponding author of a paper on the work and the Camille & Henry Dreyfus Professor of Chemical and Biomolecular Engineering at North Carolina State University. “This opens the door to manufacturing a wide range of electronic components and devices.” To create the metallic gel, the researchers start with a solution of micron-scale copper particles suspended in water. The researchers then add a small amount of an indium-gallium alloy that is liquid metal at room temperature. The resulting mixture is then stirred together. As the mixture is stirred, the liquid metal and copper particles essentially stick to each other, forming a metallic gel “network” within the aqueous solution. “This gel-like consistency is important, because it means you have a fairly uniform distribution of copper particles throughout the material,” Dickey says. “This does two things. First, it means the network of particles connect to form electrical pathways. And second, it means that the copper particles aren’t settling out of solution and clogging the printer.” The resulting gel can be printed using a conventional 3D printing nozzle and retains its shape when printed. And, when allowed to dry at room temperature, the resulting 3D object becomes even more solid while retaining its shape. However, if users decide to apply heat to the printed object while it is drying, some interesting things can happen.

Click link for more.

#technology #3d printing #NCSU

[minoracts]

And so just like that my first book is now available to buy here: https://www.coppercoin.co.in/product-page/the-grasp-of-things

The bilingual poet Nandini Dhar gave me a very generous blurb, for which I am immensely grateful:

"Aishwarya Iyer’s The Grasp of Things establishes a new lyrical ‘I’ in Indian Anglophone poetry—that of the woman who wants to claim urban spaces as her own. This book can be termed as a chronicle of different kinds of hunger—the hunger for a more feminised city, where the narrator converses with working-class women about the meaning of lost and acquired homes; for a different kind of love; and ‘dense abstractions’, which both co-exist with and exceed the ‘ache of forms’—all held together by a feminine lyrical interiority which is not bound by a narrow definition and sense of the domestic."

The cover image title takes from a very well-known Agha Shahid Ali line: 'the world is full of paper'. It's a drawing by me.

My deepest thanks to Sarabjeet Garcha, the publisher-poet, for his vision, imagination, labour and patience.

The Copper Coin Publishing edition is available in the world except the US and Canada.

#aishwarya iyer #nandini dhar #sarabjeet garcha #copper coin publishing #agha shahid ali #Indian English poetry