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kp777 · 1 year
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chwiggy-creative · 2 years
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Delaware & Hudson
Me, Digital, May 2022 Look at these smokin' hot locos, throwing black plumes of diesel exhaust into the air, while i'm singing, "Don't waste your time on me, you're already the voice inside my head". These Delaware and Hudson ALCO PAs were inspired by a few 1970s photographs by John F. Bjorklund in the archives of the CRP&A.
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californiasplit · 9 months
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I love this cologne I have because it really doesn't smell that good but sometimes that feels right
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youjustwaitsunshine · 2 years
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diesel fumes the underrated holiday scent
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lisbetadair · 5 months
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Sat in front of the SAD lamp for the required amount of time and left feeling like I was living in a Becky Chambers novel.
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dangerdust2 · 6 months
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Previous studies have suggested an increased risk of amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS) and other motor neuron diseases for persons in occupations commonly involving exposure to diesel exhaust (DE).
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rangpurcity · 1 year
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Earlier films are now stealing songs, Ranveer Singh's 'Current' is a copy of Allu Arjun's hit song, fans fumed
Earlier films are now stealing songs, Ranveer Singh’s ‘Current’ is a copy of Allu Arjun’s hit song, fans fumed
highlights Allegation of copying from ‘Allu Arjun’ film ‘Sarainodu’. Fans venting anger on Rohit Shetty’s film. Mumbai. The year 2022 is going to end. Talking about the entertainment industry, this year was entirely in the name of South Film Industry. Most of the South films rocked and set new records. Meanwhile, Bollywood also made films on the story line of many South movies. Now there is a…
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readontheinternet · 1 year
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"The Amaterasu Railway previously ran on diesel fuel and because of the open roof, passengers would get whiffs of exhaust fumes. However, the railway recently announced that they had switched to running entirely on biodiesel made from leftover tonkotsu ramen broth. Now, instead of that toxic burnt smell, riders report smelling aromas of fried rice along the way."
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mycoblogg · 9 months
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finn's freaky fungi fact : rosecomb mutations :-0
rosecomb mutation : "distortions, lumps & gross malformations occur on the mushrooms. often gills are present on the top leading to the name rosecomb. cause: contamination of the substrate with oil, diesel or distillate fumes."
here are some images of this mutation on agaric fungi !!
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[image iDs: 1 - a photograph of a cream-white mushroom with a mutation that has lead to the formation of an extra clump of gills, & even a smaller mushroom on top, growing in a green forest patch. 2 - a photograph of a large, flat grey-white mushroom with wavy edges, that has mutated another, smaller mushroom on its cap. it grows between ivy. 3 - a brown mushroom with extra gill growth on top of its cap, growing between mud & woody mulch. end iD]
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prokopetz · 1 year
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My first thought upon seeing that "sweaty Samus" post that's doing the rounds is that a lot of the folks making horny comments in the notes are going to be real disappointed when it turns out that the inside of a suit of powered armour smells less like a gym locker and more like a combination of diesel fumes, boiled piss and burning metal.
My second thought is that, upon consideration, some of them probably wouldn't be disappointed after all.
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reasonsforhope · 1 month
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"In cities across the country, people of color, many of them low income, live in neighborhoods criss-crossed by major thoroughfares and highways.
The housing there is often cheaper — it’s not considered particularly desirable to wake up amid traffic fumes and fall asleep to the rumble of vehicles over asphalt.
But the price of living there is steep: Exhaust from all those cars and trucks leads to higher rates of childhood asthma, cancer, cardiovascular disease, and pulmonary ailments. Many people die younger than they otherwise would have, and the medical costs and time lost to illness contributes to their poverty.
Imagine if none of those cars and trucks emitted any fumes at all, running instead on an electric charge. That would make a staggering difference in the trajectory, quality, and length of millions of lives, particularly those of young people growing up near freeways and other sources of air pollution, according to a study from the American Lung Association.
The study, released [February 28, 2024], found that a widespread transition to EVs could avoid nearly 3 million asthma attacks and hundreds of infant deaths, in addition to millions of lower and upper respiratory ailments...
Prior research by the American Lung Association found that 120 million people in the U.S. breathe unhealthy air daily, and 72 million live near a major trucking route — though, Barret added, there’s no safe threshold for air pollution. It affects everyone.
Bipartisan efforts to strengthen clean air standards have already made a difference across the country. In California, which, under the Clean Air Act, can set state rules stronger than national standards, 100 percent of new cars sold there must be zero emission by 2035.
[Note: The article doesn't explain this, but that is actually a much bigger deal than just California. Basically, due to historically extra terrible pollution, California is the only state that's allowed to allowed to set stronger emissions rules than the US government sets. However, one of the rules in the Clean Air Act is that any other state can choose to follow California's standards instead of the US government's. And California by itself is the world's fifth largest economy - ahead of all but four countries. So, between those two things, when California sets stricter standards for cars, they effects ripple outward massively, far beyond the state's borders.]
Truck manufacturers are, according to the state’s Air Resources Board, already exceeding anticipated zero-emissions truck sales, putting them two years ahead of schedule...
Other states have begun to take action, too, often reaching across partisan lines to do so. Maryland, Colorado, New Mexico, and Rhode Island adopted zero-emissions standards as of the end of 2023.
The Biden administration is taking similar steps, though it has slowed its progress after automakers and United Auto Workers pressured the administration to relax some of its more stringent EV transition requirements.
While Barret finds efforts to support the electrification of passenger vehicles exciting, he said the greatest culprits are diesel trucks. “These are 5 to 10 percent of the vehicles on the road, but they’re generating the majority of smog-forming emissions of ozone and nitrogen,” Barret said...
Lately, there’s been significant progress on truck decarbonization. The Biden administration has made promises to ensure that 30 percent of all big rigs sold are electric by 2030...
Such measures, combined with an increase in public EV charging stations, vehicle tax credits, and other incentives, could change American highways, not to mention health, for good."
-via GoodGoodGood, February 28, 2024
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satelitis · 2 months
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dal winston hcs (as a dallas kin)
he smokes in public places like restaurants
-> bro has smokers cough like no tomorrow
gets sun burnt so easily it's not even funny
-> the gang definitely teases him for it n calls him like a tomato n stuff
dallas definitely has like permanent eye bags fml
he also has busted up knuckes n dry skin
bro loves the smell of diesel
picky.ass.eater
and you KNOW he loves those gross ass ham cheese and cracker lunchables
he has a staring problem, for both reasons, he zones big time and he's judgy, either way he doesnt care
he doesnt like elvis presley
he's left handed fs
sharp ass ny accent that he cant shake loose from
-> two n steve always mimicking him
-> two and steve biting their tongues when dal kicks their asses over it
vanilla guy for life
he's so forgetful
pony: "dal where were you we were supposed to go to the dingo" " oh yeah i forgot"
he needs glasses, and REFUSES to wear them
-> hence why he gets raging headaches!!
he would cheat in poker or cards or whatever BUT he doesnt need to cause hes just naturally gifted at it, plus he's been playing since atleast 6 i wanna say.
-> his grandma DEFINITELY taught him
dals a grandmas boy
he loves his grandma
he also knows how to dance and you cannot tell me otherwise
he FUMES whenever someone calls him austin, san antonio, houston, fort worth or any of it
-> the jokes get old
-> but not for two bit
-> modern day two in every minor inconvience saying to dal "houston we have a problem"
dallas knows the most random shit ever
he'll be spitting out info from the most random event in history
n the gang is js like 🤨🤨🤨tf??
he does the justin beiber hair swoopy thingy but only bc HE DOESNT CUT IT OMG
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pjackk · 8 months
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Are any substances involved in the making of your posts?
(Just courious 🥺)
Ayawasca for my creative posts + diesel fumes when im saying low key smart shit
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seat-safety-switch · 5 months
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Kids these days may not think it's "cool" to hang out at a municipal building at all hours. Bribery is way down nowadays, and so is journalism, so there's no supply nor demand for lurking in the parking garage all night just to catch a glimpse of a package stuffed with cash changing hands. Most of that stuff is fake internet money now, anyway, like flooz. Where do you even buy a manila envelope these days?
The thing is, political scandal hasn't gone away. Believe me, I'd like to think it is. Whenever I work for The Mayor Hisself, it's easy to overlook the large quantity of favours rendered to himself (and very infrequently, to me) in exchange for some small judgment or gentle steering. Surely his friends would have been just as generous with money, business partnerships, and fresh-off-the-lot Porsches if he did nothing at all for them? Of course they would. That's what makes them true friends and not seedy business associates that I'm around just in case one of them needs to be put back in line.
Now, you might think it's easy to monkey-wrench a homebuilder or someone who owns a used-car dealership. It is, but that's not the point. You have to be subtle about it: it doesn't make re-election look good if The Mayor's somewhat-esteemed childhood maybe-friend gets caught on camera using violence. No, you have to get creative about it. Deniable.
One of my favourite not-confessing-to-anything techniques is what I like to call the "smoke-out." You may remember some articles in the news recently about how Volkswagen got in trouble for making cars that produced too much exhaust. They were just running regular old passenger diesel fuel! The fumes off that stuff won't even make your eyes burn, not like high-test nitromethane being shot out the hood-exit exhaust of a half-fibreglassed Dodge Ramcharger doing donuts on your lawn. Sometimes I didn't even have to do a full spin: they'd be on the phone, tearfully apologizing to The Mayor, just because their wallpaper started to melt!
In my own day, they used to make corrupt business people tougher. A higher class of manufacture. That's why I think today's kids need to get involved. Build a new and even more dirtbaggy semi-organized semi-crime architecture, because these folks are just getting lazy with it.
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katsukismrs · 1 year
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geyser
context:you bottled up your emotions for too long,and it overflowed when you and your boyfriend argued.
warnings:swearing,overstimulation,fighting,reader has a panic attack during fight,angst to comfort and fluff
author note: the symptoms of panic attacks vary! i just used the ones i get when i have panic attacks,if you get panic attacks i’m really sorry,but you aren’t alone <3. p.s:this is self indulgent don’t mind it lol
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it had all been too much for you to handle;your parents’ constant banter about how you entered U.A and how stupid you were for not pursuing in something “normal”, your training,having to deal with your classmates’ traumatic events because you were someone they trusted dearly with their secrets, having to keep up a relationship with the boy you loved, even though you were tired of constantly dealing with his shit, the list goes on and on.
you sat in the common room, staring into space, the light is too much, the mindless banter of your classmates is too loud, one of them is eating and the smell is too much, the scraping of the metal fork against the glass plate, the couch’s material is too rough for your fingertips, it makes your teeth cringe and gives you goosebumps, you lick your teeth and something made your mouth taste disgusting, and all that resorted into a headache fueled by anger that if someone interacted with you you’d get violent, so you resort to standing up and leaving the common room entirely, going straight to your room, your safe haven.
your boyfriend, Katsuki, with his observant nature, inevitably notices and chases after you, entering the elevator with you.
“what do you want?” you exclaimed, you obviously didn’t want social contact, why couldn’t he leave you alone? but he stayed silent, not answering you at all, the levels of your anger traveling further than that you were feeling right now, is he an asshole?
the elevator came to a stop after what seemed like a decade, you exited and rushed to your room, trying to outrun him, but you failed miserably. he enters the room after you and closes the door.
“so what’s up with the bullshit you kept up in the common room? dunce face directed so many sentences at you yet you stayed silent, you ass.” he scolds you, it angered you further.
“oh sorry, didn’t know you were so considerate of Kaminari.” you replied sarcastically, rolling your eyes, your headache is killing you, you’re on the verge of crying, you wish you could tell him but the words die on your tongue out of anger.
“what the fuck is up with your attitude?” he questions, anger in his tone, fueled by who knows what, diesel maybe? because he might as well catch on fire from how he’s fuming at your unexplained change of attitude.
“what the fuck is up with your attitude?” you counter his question with one of your own. “can’t you notice i’m not up for chit-chat?!” you yell at him, oh shoot. you begin to beg yourself please, to not let out your ugly emotions on him, not on him, anyone or anything else, just not him. but it seems as if your body simply didn’t want to listen, it obeyed your too-selfless-too-stupid commands for way too long.
“and can’t you see i’m trying to see what the fuck is up with all this?! i’m trying to fucking help!” he yells back, this isn’t working between you two at all, irritated Katsuki Bakugou and overstimulated you didn’t mix well at all, you wanted to tell him what was wrong with you, you needed to tell him, you needed to tell him it’s you who’s wrong, not him, not his attempts of helping you, but the way you responded to it, yell it out! you begged yourself, you begged your words to live past your tongue, but they didn’t listen.
“i don’t need your fucking help if you’re that miserable at trying to!” you reply instinctively, please just stop, or he’s gonna leave you.
the thought kicks in.
he might leave you.
he might not understand whatever you’re going through right now.
and that’s when it was enough for your body.
the colors around you begin to brighten up, too much to be normal, your heart speeds up to a too-much rate, your face heats up, your whole body in fact, somehow your brain registers what he’s saying despite the wreck going on, like a building crashing down during an earthquake.
“oh well! i’m sorry for trying to help like a decent boyfriend! thought you told me to practice the ‘asking others if they’re okay when they’re not and try to help them’ bullshit!” he yells once again, mocking you in the process, and it feels like bullshit, you are bullshit.
your body continues to go into overdrive “don’t mock me you asshole!” you noticed you run out of breath, so you gasp violently to make up for the lost air, your skin feels damp, you notice that you’re crying, so you viciously wipe your tears with your forearm. “i told you i don’t need your help! take it-” you run out of breath again,and sniffle this time “take it elsewhere if you can’t do it,you bitch!” you’re crying hysterically, your face smothered in snot and tears.
he stands there, staring at you, he had an observant nature, so how come he didn’t notice you, his significant other, slowly break down?
you whine and weep as you cover your face, it’s burning from the tears, you notice you’re shaking because you can’t cover your face all the way, showing the hideous state you hid for too long.
then suddenly.
something’s warm.
no.
someone’s warm.
arms? where did they come from?
oh.
Katsuki engulfed you into a hug, making your tears suddenly come to a halt. “dumbass, if you felt like this, why didn’t you come to me?” his voice was so gentle. so soft. contrasting what it sounded like earlier too well. he runs his hand up and down your back “continue your crying, dumbass”
and just like a geyser bursting, you burst into tears, the comfortability in being able to cry without limits made you break. you bite the fabric of his shirt, screaming into it, you expected him to let go of you so you don’t get tears, snot, and saliva all over his shirt. yet he didn’t. he instead held you, not minding how disgustingly wet his shirt was getting, it wasn’t disgusting at all to him, because he was in your position before, and you were in his. he remembers the days where he just barged in your room uninvited, and just cried into you, he too expected you’d let go, instead you’d whisper sweet reassurances to him and held him close until his energy ran out. until he fell asleep. and when he’d wake up he’d see that he didn’t change places, that you held him until you fell asleep yourself, and he adored that.
not only is he helping you, he’s reciprocating what you did for him.
your cries finally died down, and you became calmer “i’m sorr-” you apologized, or at least tried to before you were hushed.
“don’t apologize for needing someone to comfort you, dumbass” he told you,quite offended that you’d apologize for needing help from him.
you sighed contentedly, having let out all the burden on your shoulder, yet you still needed his physical contact.
“can we-” you paused, hesitant. “can we stay like this, for longer?”
he didn’t reply, instead he slid his hands beneath your armpits and picked you up, now carrying you, and let that answer your question.
you wrapped your arms around him and linked your feet together, letting him walk around the dormitory room and gently swaying you.
“i didn’t mean what i said earlier,i’m sorry.” you recalled what you called him, feeling a tinge in your heart because of it.
“don’t apologize, it’s not like i meant to actually mock you, did i? and i didn’t even apologize for that.” he replied,scolding himself in the last bit. you fight back a giggle at the last bit.
as much as you wanted to be able to stay like this for longer, sleep washed over you, your eyes began to fight your drowsiness, your eyes fluttering and you taking long blinks with force, eventually you blinked once, and your eyelids refused to open, having lost the fight.
he noticed your breathing steady and how you became physically heavier, how your hands let loose, and how your feet unlinked, so he went ahead and walked over to your bed and laid you down. God, you looked so serene, your chest rising up and down with ease, unlike how heavy your breathing was the previous days, then he looked closer to your face, and he noticed something.
you’re smiling, despite your tear-stained face.
that alone made his heart do backflips, how after a vicious weeping session you felt happy, with him out of all people. he tucked you in and then so-carefully slid in the bed with you, being mindful to not wake you up.
he didn’t need to pull you in, because as soon as he got into bed, you held him, put your head on his chest, then breathed him in and letting the breath out through your mouth, sighing softly, making him chuckle and hold you in return, kissing the top of your head.
“i love you, angel. sweet dreams” he said, his lips against your scalp. he then laid his head on your pillow, and closed his eyes.
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