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This ad popped up and I just have to say:
Don't point heat sources at your frozen windshield because if there's any damage to your windshield AT ALL, even a tiny microscopic unnoticeable scratch, the opposing temperatures will cause your windshield to crack.
Don't pour hot water on your windshield, Don't aim a glorified hairdryer at your windshield, Don't even blast hot air from your cars heater directly at your windshield.
Thank you for reading, have a nice scroll.
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k00299539 · 4 months
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Disrupt Project Week 9 - Melting Wax
Above: No audio cause Adobe Premiere wasn't cooperating...
I was sidetracked for a while with 3D printing but I finally got around to something I had been planning since I made the vacuum formed mold of my clay man back around Week 7. Melting myself...
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The first step was melting the wax. I would probably have dumped the hot wax straight into the mold but Chris advised me to paint in with a brush first, building it up in layers. The idea was to make sure the wax filled all the crevices equally without causing the plastic mold itself to melt. Also by "advised me" I basically mean Chris did it and I watched.
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Above: Real pic of me making the wax cast totally by myself...
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Above: A self portrait.
After the painstaking effort of creating such a flawless work of wax sculpture, the next step was to destroy it ... with fire. Or a heat gun/glorified hairdryer to be more exact. But first I had to visit the Digital Store and procure a tripod.
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Above: The sun came out for these photos only.
With the tripod set up and myself confident I wouldn't kick it half way through and abruptly change the shot... I was free to pick up the heat gun and start melting. As long as it melted in under 30 minutes f course as that was all the time I had left on my phone...
I also decided to leave a sliver of wax at the end to create a kind of before and after.
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shout-out to everyone who doesn't care that I didn't use a reference for joshua's stupid pepperbox revolver in that drawing
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sloonstarius · 3 years
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Spicy spicy crumbs that shall tide me over until the next friday
that 50 seconds teaser have been played so many times the youtube algorithm just offers it to me as the first video on every homepage lmao- like why yesss i would love to watch twice once more-y like eaaahh press those clasped hands into the bed-also of fucking course he can princess carry her like it’s nothing
could this drama be the standardized 24 eps yes, but at 32 eps the drama can give me the 16 minute long otp development in ep 22 that wouldn’t be possible otherwise and i actually really enjoy the other lovelines so the drag isn’t absolutely intolerable and as long as they give me the extended otp scenes like in ep 16 then they can insert in their little to medium boardroom drama; like yes they misunderstand and say things in spite and hurt and there are cold silences and bickering and unprofessional business conduct but they also substantially converse with each other and i’d say the little beats and little looks they give each other while they talk over bbq is as swoon worthy as the pink filter^tm (like literal pink filter moments as a pink haze overtaken the screen that i have gotten used to as a visual cue and the romantic moments are actually worthy to be emphasize with such editing choice); and the development as otp is compelling because yes their past had a horrible dynamic, in the present chengming obviously respects li qian as a professional and person so all the childish stunts they pull can be tongue in cheek instead of feeling downtrodden with the power imbalance -doesnt hurt that li qian can completely throw chengming off kilter. their chemistry is fire and their dynamic is one i absolutely love to squeal over which is mutally threaten each other with a good good time and you KNow it’s a good time-like they are a little too functional to have hate sex but if they do it would be great hot hate sex---also the imagery of his head between her thighs though very nonsexualized when they were stuck in that hall way together and how they reentered the boardroom all sweaty and each respectively have to re-button and adjust their shirts.....gahhhhhhhh the implications-delicious-also love it that it’s establish that li qian initiates their kisses as much as he does *purses hands* ~it’s about the mutual yearning and want and desire~
lmao at chengming at his doctor’s check up describing heart ache and the doctor had to break it to him that he’s in love and li qian loves him back lollollol and then his cousin also had to break it to him that what li qian and him had was sincere and real during a haircut (which um was an interesting dialogue set up but i’ll take it so chengmin can do everything from cook to laundry to household to haircuts...just now he makes him secretary do all of it lmao-my soft sweater pastel man is slowly returning but like he better returns to the kitchen for li qian)
i love the small touches here there like he always test the heat of the hairdryer before he dries li qian’s hair (like a woman directed this and it shows) although the second time around he semi burnt a chunk of it because he was so enamored by her and their sweeeet sweet memories together lmao
idk if they ever gonna show that far out into their future but it would be nice if they move in together at li qian’s place and just buy a bigger mattress lmao cause chengming’s place doesn’t seem very homely
still dont know why chengming stopped being a professor and moved to business but maybe he can entrust it to li qian and be a professor again (maybe it was because his mentor died); again idk about li qian’s girl boss aspirations but she can totally handle more at least now gu zhe is her glorified boss anymore since his company was aquired by quanding maybe not sure but like i dont see him in the office anymore and his scenes now is just composed of him being hilariously clinging to youqing (again the the houseband potential of the men in this drama is astronomical) like out of the three central love lines only chengming has any inkling of a business acumen lmao.
i am also glad to see chengming not so alone after all outside of li qian; the way he filled out his bad vs good things in his life at the seminar was real real sad cause at that point in his amnesia he only remember his traumatic childhood and his parent’s death and the way he said the only luck he sees his way is her, but now we see he has his secretary, his cousin, and maybe his aunt-also very glad that in his nightmares he see li qian as a joy and not a warped torment
li qian and youqing as always is a delight and so awesome li qian has such a solid support system- and i believe li qian is clever and solid and steady enough to handle the impending danger and doom that the jealous possiveness second female lead shall throw her way
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Come Into My Life
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Part one Part two ---
Song Prompt: “Entra en mi vida” by Sin Bandera
Warnings: swearing. That’s it. 
Author’s Note: so technology is finally cooperating with me. the remaining two parts will be out by midnight. which is in like...two hours here.
Summary: If the Horse won’t drink the koolaid. Then the Koolaid will drink the horse
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“You seem to think this is something you can hide from.”
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Part Three: Quiero que seas dueña de mi corazón
So...
Apparently...
The mountain decided to move out and stalk Muhammed.
Because, on your living room couch, sat the golden haired, blue eyed, mammoth of your self-proclaimed safety precaution.
"I hope you don't mind," Thor grins, hands stretched on the back of the couch. "I let myself in."
You blink at him. Once. Twice. Because, what the fuck?
"I used that bedroom window that you keep leaving unlocked."
You were on the penthouse floor of your apartment building. It was once owned by some millionaire that had trust issues when it came to banks, so their home security rivaled that of any Stark Industries offices. But then again, Stark Industries did create that security system.
So, you left your bedroom window unlocked. Because, unlike a certain ice capsule that slept through decades of technological advancements, you knew what a parachute looked like. You know, incase you needed to use a window on the top floor as an escape.
"I'm gonna pretend like I didn't just walk into my place, just to find you lounging around on my favourite couch, like you own the place--" You begin as you kick off your shoes. "--and then, I'm going to completely ignore the fact that your glorified knife is chilling on my coffee table, as if it contributed money when I was buying it. And then--"
"You're going to ignore my presence and hope I go away?" He cuts in, grin widening.
You glare. "You're a bad hair day on a work day piled up with meetings."
The grin falls off instantly and the purest look of confusion replaces it on his face. "Huh?"
"Get out of my house, Thunder Lord. I have super hero things to do." You sigh, taking off your coat and neatly folding it against the back of the chair.
You head into the kitchen, having expected him to be gone already, only to find him leaning against your fridge. Arms crossed and completely unmoving, Thor flashes you a grin.
"So--"
"--I said leave."
"I heard you," he nods. "Considered it for a moment, truly. But then, I recalled every attempt on your life since this world found out about you. I have to tell you, I had half a mind to take you away from this realm. Somewhere safer--"
He must have fallen and bumped his head, you're sure of it.
"--but this is your home. This is where you want to be and I could never hurt you like that. So, here I am." His grin widens, as if this is something to be proud of. "Your personal ironman suit. Here to stay, until all threats against you have been executed."
You narrow your eyes at him. "You mean eliminated."
He stares back. "No, executed. With an axe. Against the neck. Then they're head placed next to the external flame, or a spike, or hung on the walls of the living room--" he glances in the direction of said room. "--it could really use some colour."
"Hang on--" you blink. "--I think you're doing that thing again where you're telling me how to live my life and I tuned out. So, I might not have heard you correctly."
Sighing, Thor moves away from the fridge to stand in front of you. He gently cups your face in both hands, watching as your eyes widen -- because what the fuck? -- and gives you a gentle smile.
He knows you're not ready to hear what he has to say. He knows he can't force it all on you like this. But he can't sleep at night, not knowing if you actually made it to bed in one piece. And he can't always be there, watching over you, all the time. He'd love to, but he has work to do.
So, he chooses to grab the bull that you are by the horns. He chooses flight, over fight.
"I can have SHIELD agents following you, shadowing you, monitoring you every second of every day--" his thumb gently brushes your cheek. "--you know I can do it. You know there is nothing you can do to stop it. Or, you can accept the fact that I am your current security detail until further notice."
You must have had too much caffeine, because your heart just did a weird tap dance.
"Does Sam know about this?" You take a few steps back and push his hands away.
Thor chooses to ignore the way his chest tightened with those actions. "He said you're going to murder me in my sleep."
"Oh, so he was kind enough to warn you."
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You had been expecting it.
The thought of an Avenger suddenly escorting you every where, or tailing you, had been something that crossed your mind. You knew, at some point, that Sam would get tired of your choice in security protocols.
You knew that Fury would consider you too much of a risk, to let you remain unsupervised. You were also aware of the fact that this 'deal' was his way of keeping an eye on the management of the company. The man didn't trust anyone, not even you. Not that you could blame him, it's not like you trusted him either.
So you kept all the assassination attempts, and occasional hostile take-overs, hidden. Even with Sam and Hope personally overseeing all security updates done at your home, you still managed to keep the death threats, attempts, that pressure plate bomb that found its way beneath your mattress, and the kidnapping attempts hidden.
If there was one thing you were Avenger-level good at, it was hiding things.
Not even Thor knew about all of them. And you were well aware of how hard that would be, considering how stalkery he has been since he witnessed you accidently hold that axe.
You expected this. Really, you did. What you didn’t expect, was him.
Thor. Odinson. God of Thunder. Pain in your ass. Bane of your existence. The bad side of all your jokes and jabs. That Thor, was the one assigned as your security detail.
“No, no-- Sam, you’re not listening.” You were late for a meeting, because the only hairdryer in your apartment had been considered a safety risk and was tossed out your bedroom window, and then struck -- midair -- by a lightning bolt.
“Sam, you asshole, listen. This idiot had the audacity to move himself into my apartment, make me take the stairs, invade all my meetings, rearrange my furniture--” your anger was getting stronger and stronger with everything you listed. “--he sits on my favourite couch, Sam. My couch. You know how hard it was for me to get that couch. You know--” 
“I’m sure he’s just looking out for you--”
“The stairs! Sam, he is making me take the stairs!” 
“I offered to carry you--” Thor adds from beside you. Unlike your practically-a-sprint jogging pace, your glorified Jarvis is casually strolling beside you, as you rush up the staircase to your office.
You choose to ignore him. “Give Bucky the phone. I wanna talk to him--”
“Y/N--”
“I just wanna apologise to him. Is that so wrong? I just want him to know that I’m sorry I used his arm to crack open his tub of ice cream. I just wanna tell him that I miss him and I’m ready to be the woman he needs--” 
“I am not swapping Thor with Bucky.”
“But we’re in love!”
Thor scoffs, opening the door for you.”You don’t even know what that word means.”
You don’t get to hear what Sam says. Because you’re hurling your phone at Thor before you even realise it and, just like your hairdryer, a lightning bolt slices it apart before it reaches its target.
He sighs. “We need to work on your aim.”
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Tags: @nekoannie-chan​, @thorfanficwriter​
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Lilly’s talk about Larry in the cell made me so uncomfortable. She praises Larry for doing really bad things. Like, I get it’s just Ice Cream Sandwiches? But letting a bunch of food get ruined to prove a point to your child? It just seems so... awful.
Yeah, I tend to make fun of that speech a lot because it’s a little ridiculous to have Lilly look at Clementine, who has gone through actual hell over the course of her childhood, and be like “Oh no! I forgot to turn the lights off and muh dad cut the power! No more ice cream and no more hairdryer!” like... Lilly... what are you even on about?
I get it, she’s talking about waste and, like you said, praising Larry for “teaching” her not to waste and whatnot.
But it says a lot about where she’s at, doesn’t it?
In S1, she knew when her father was being a piece of shit and would let us know when she disagreed with him. She still stood by him because he’s her dad and there’s a lot of implications with that but at least she wasn’t praising him for being a garbage person.
Like... what happened? Did she create this glorified version of her dad to cope with his death, the trauma of witnessing it, and the years of wandering she spent alone? I would like more context to this whole thing rather than her complaining about how she had to air dry her hair. 
Feel like there was a lot to explore there that the writers just... didn’t. Or rather, they didn’t have time to. Which is unfortunate because Lilly’s character needs all the help it can get. 
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ariadnew · 5 years
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SHORE’S END WORKING HUNTER TRIALS
ST. CLAIRE CITY 2:10 PM
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Before taking her position at Lowmax, Dot was a rider for hire. ... Or so she told anyone who asked.
What she’d really been was a glorified slave to the hunter princesses of St. Claire City’s metropolitan stables. (Except, not the glorified part) (There was nothing really glorious about it...) (Get my coffee. Re-sew this braid. Take these forms to the office. And do it before I get back.) (I can’t see my new eyelashes in these boots; shine them again) (Bae’s pooped on his tail and you need to whiten it) (Make his eyes POP) (This isn’t a non-fat extra-hot double-foam half-caf caramel macchiato with white chocolate sprinkles!) (His hooves aren't done until they're shinier than the presidential motorcade) (Get this green gunk off his bit. Again. No time to take it off- just shove your fingers in his mouth. Hurry.) (I said get me some lunch, not bring me a murder sandwich! I’m a VEGAN! Oh my god...) (...) But for all her many faults and failings, Dot was nothing if not tenacious. Not like one of the heroines in the many novels she’d read, who defied hardship in big, bold, and dogged ways- like the princess who escaped the tower and lead the army to victory on the back of a giant dragon, the cadet who heroically ran back into the exploding spaceship to rescue their trapped commander, the clever and charming young lady who went against all of moral and proper Georgian society in the name of true love- (all of whom heroically died in the end) (well- the latter was not explicitly written, but Dot assumed an early and impoverished death in accordance with the tradition demanded by Georgian novels when noble ladies married beneath them) (of course) Dot was not like that. Not bold, not brave. But she was patient. With her own meek and mild brand of resolve she not only survived the hunter princess’ reign of terror, she thr- Well, no. She didn’t really thrive; she couldn't say she survived and thrived. It was more like… survived… and… Did sort of okay. Yes. That. They taught her it was possible to sew forelock braids on head shy horses and only stab your thumbs two dozen times. That shine products shouldn’t be applied to the saddle area (unless you expressly wanted to see the person sitting in that saddle tipped in the dirt) and that there was secret inestimable value in baby wipes, mane mousse and hairdryers. She had perfected the art of emergency chrome whitening and lying when someone asked if their make up looked good. She had learned the difference between macchiato and latte. (sort of?) And, above all, the hunter princesses gave Dot her competitive start. When Cindy Chang broke her finger and had to miss a few shows, Dot was there. When Linda Walker contracted measles at the age of twenty-two, Dot saved the day. Every year during finals season- who helped Professor Rivera keep his big black mare climbing the levels? And when Kimberley Bartlett crashed her porsche on prom night and her parents grounded her- who made sure people of the hunter circuit still got to see that beautiful liver gelding they’d imported from the Netherlands float around the ring? (Dot did) Maybe she had the makings of a heroine after all. =============================
Dorothy ‘Dot’ Lawley and Morpheus competing in the Performance class. I imagine this taking place in Dot’s pre-Lowmax days, when she was slave exercising and grooming horses for St. Claire’s metropolitan hunter princesses.
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thesschesthair · 5 years
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An open letter from one pissed off UK driver
Because I need to vent about the pricks on the road these days and i’m sick of my little car almost losing parts on it because of other fuckwits.
Buses
I know you feel all high and mighty with those big red beasts, but here’s the thing. You’re not speedy. You’re also not flexible. So pulling out as fast as you can as soon as a car is near to beat them, and then suddenly fucking stopping to see if it’s ok to go... YOU’RE ALREADY HALFWAY IN THE LANE, FUCKING MOVE IT. Why do you do it? 
Bicycles
Now I know you’re in all your swanky spandex, pedalling your heart out and thinking you’re the dog’s bollocks and flying through the streets... Newsflash. You’re probably only doing about 15MPH. You’re not going anywhere. All you’ve managed to do is cause a queue of angry drivers behind you who can’t get anywhere. Move the fuck over and save it for Tour de France. 
Mopeds and Motorbikes
You ignorant fucks. I know you feel all cocky and smart on your glorified hairdryers, whizzing in and out of cars and flying down the opposite side to get in front... Guess what? NO ONE LIKES YOU. You’re causing everyone to have to break suddenly to avoid knocking you over, and to dodge your arrogant arses to avoid losing a wingmirror. Fuck off. 
Pedestrians
Why do you think you are invincible? Why do you feel you can take on a car and win? You have zebra crossings. Don’t- for the fucking love of God... DON’T just decide to stroll on out into the middle of the fucking road with cars heading towards you and assume they are going to stop for you!!! Because there will come a day when a driver can’t stop in time because you’ve decided to cross a street at this particular spot and fuck those metal contraptions that flatten you... no, it doesn’t work like that.  USE YOUR LOAF AND FOR FUCK SAKE BE SAFE ABOUT IT.
Drivers
YOU HAVE INDICATORS. USE THEM.
If you overtake someone, it’s because you want to go faster than they’re going... so why the everloving FUCK would you slow down as soon as you’re in front???
DO NOT OVERTAKE ON A ROUNDABOUT!!!! Seriously, were you dropped on your head as an infant??? Why would you think this is a fucking good idea?!?! If you do this then you need your licence taken off you- absolute fucking MORON.
Look, it’s traffic. We’re all in it, we’re all wanting to get to where we’re going... You are not special. You don’t have priority over anyone else, so don’t think that just because you’ve got some spanky fucking 4x4 that fills some empty void in your life and shows off how rich you are, that you can curb round eeeveryone else and push into the front of the queue- because all you’re doing is pissing off everyone you’ve just squeezed past, who won’t want to let you go in front, and you’re now causing a build up of traffic in the opposite lane because the arse end of your vehicle is blocking tthem from passing. I don’t care if Penelope is late for her ballet class, don’t be a selfish cunt. 
Thank you for coming to my TED talk.
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kentonramsey · 4 years
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Ramen, Tacos, and the Best Rice: I Finally Get the Instant Pot Hype
Exciting news! We’ve launched MR Think Tank, a digital braintrust we want *you* to be part of. We’re kicking it off with a survey that will help us get to know you better, so we can keep making stuff you love. In exchange, you’ll receive exclusive content and other fun things. Interested? Sign up by taking the survey!
Outside shoes? Now lodged in the very back of my closet. Hairdryer? Forgotten, untouched. Jeans? Haven’t heard that name in years. But my kitchen appliances? THRIVING. My blender has expanded its job description to include weekly dip-making. And my prized juice squeezer has helped me make more margaritas than ever before. But only one appliance could be awarded the blue ribbon of quarantine cooking: my beloved Instant Pot.
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Since I got it two years ago—after finally relenting to the hype that made its way into food blogs, news outlets, and a surprising amount of IRL conversations—my Instant Pot and I have had what you’d call a slow burning relationship. It took me months to unpack it and try to learn the different functions. Even after I experimented with a recipe or two, I thought I’d probably just use it as a glorified rice cooker (though it is worth noting that the IP makes damn good rice!)
Then, quarantine happened. I used to eat out (or order in) more often than not. Now I’m getting delivery just once a week—if that—and cooking every other breakfast, lunch, and dinner. This is where my Instant Pot comes in.
The Instant Pot has a whole bunch of functions—egg, broth, porridge, slow cook—but I primarily use the pressure cooker function, which allows me to perfect everything from basic staples to the (almost) restaurant-quality meals I’ve been craving from inside my apartment.
Basic staples I make in my Instant Pot in… an instant!
Steamed veggies (<1 minute) Quinoa (1 minute) Rice (4 minutes) Soft boiled eggs (~5 minutes, depending on how soft you want to go)
Complete meals that are way easier than they taste
This chicken ramen that’s as simple as throw it all in the pot and press go This al pastor-inspired pulled pork that temporarily satisfied my Mexican food cravings The wild rice and mushroom soup I make whenever I want something that’s hearty and vegetarian And these hot honey ribs I’ll be making as soon as I can find ribs and remember to buy more mustard powder
In the past two months I’ve very quickly progressed from “I should wipe the dust off my Instant Pot” to Googling “Recipe for Instant Pot that I will love as much as the Instant Pot itself” every time I want to cook something new. Nothing in my apartment works as hard as this pot. Whether you’re looking to cook staples faster (and in a generally more enjoyable way) or to replicate your favorite restaurant dishes at home, I highly suggest you consider joining the cult of the Instant Pot because, even in 2020, it’s still going strong as ever.
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blame-canada · 7 years
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Good ol Kenny for the ask thing!
Good ol’ Kenny McCormick, that lil rascal!! An anon asked for him too so here’s for both of you:
First impression: I always felt bad for the little dude every time he died. I liked that he looks like a hairdryer when sideways. 
Impression now: He is my sweet redneck perverted angel boy who I would protect with my life.
Favorite moment: The end of Bigger, Longer, & Uncut!! When he sacrifices his life to save everybody else’s. It just shows exactly how sweet and good he is underneath all the perverted talk.
Idea for a story: I’ve always wanted more content with him as a literal angel, or at the very least as a mythical creature with wings. It’s the wings that are important. I want Kenny to have giant beautiful wings. Give my boy wings!
Unpopular opinion: Uhh hm. Maybe we glorify him too much? I’m part of that. Just as guilty over here.
Favorite relationship: probably K2 but Crenny is also up there tbh.
Favorite headcanon: He’s a hick with a moral code of steel. 
Thanks for askin’!! ❤️
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ashtreesarts · 7 years
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Some concept art for Hunk and Lance for my AU I'm tentatively calling it the Tamed Au but not sure if it'll stick lol Actually wanted to stick everyone on one sheet but didn't want to torture myself with trying to draw both Hunk and Shiro at once. Also unsure about Keith. I still plan on him being half Galra as they have a part in this AU but unsure if he should be getting his fire abilities from being half dragon also or half fox spirit.
I can't draw weapons so ignore the glorified hairdryer.
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February 16th 2017
It kicked off during the night. Craig is still jetlagged so he woke up at 0300. He wanted a shower and went into the communal ones so he didn’t wake us up. The shower next to him shortly became occupied by Bella and Manbun Ricky. The pair had sex for the foreseeable future. Craig was starting to get annoyed at this point as he could tell it was going to be another sleepless night with them both. He got back into his bed and flicked through his phone. Bella and Manbun Ricky got into the top bunk shortly after they finished in the bathroom… Manbun Ricky has his own room - he could be fined minimum $30 for being in here apparently. Bella dropped her phone down the side and it went down the back of Craig’s bed. She climbed down and ‘woke’ Craig up. At 0400… She asked him if she could use his phone torch to find her phone. Craig’s reply was “Fuck no. You two are the most disrespectful human beings I have ever met!” Manbun Ricky piped up and said “Dude, it’s a hostel. What do you expect?” Craig then replied with “You’re lucky I haven’t come up there and punched your fucking lights out!” Manbun Ricky is exceptionally skinny. He never wears tops or shoes. He has blonde, greasy hair tied back into a little bun. Craig definitely scared him. At 0600, their alarms went off at the same time. Neither Bella nor Manbun Ricky could find their phones to turn their alarms off. This meant jumping off the top bunk, searching their bags and the floor. This woke us all up, again. Luckily, they were checking out. Good. Bye. Breakfast was nice knowing Bella wasn’t returning. She was probably a nice girl but it would’ve taken her a lot for her to change my opinion of her. Basic manors do not cost a thing. Saying “Hi” isn’t using much of your oxygen, is it?
We decided today was about applying for jobs. Again. But seriously applying. The first job I applied for, I was offered an interview. This is tomorrow at 1345. It’s for a host at a high end Lebanese restaurant on the Sydney Harbour in view of the Harbour Bridge and Opera House. I don’t hold any high hopes for this job. Especially as I didn’t know what Lebanese was… I spent a good hour or so trying to pronounce Lebanese and Phoenician? Turns out, their food is pretty much glorified kebab. It’s a family run business, too. Reckon I’ll stick out like a sore thumb. I’ll still try and wing it, of course.
We walked to Woolworths as I needed to buy a travel hairdryer. This was the only thing I managed to forget when packing for Australia. It’s also known as “Dryer Hair” here - backwards, see. Steve was hungry after this so we had an early dinner at 1600. We sat in the kitchen with Josh. He was having an early dinner too as he was off out sailing for the evening. Jackson spent the day at Coogee beach and Craig spent the day at Blue Mountains. Bruno and Pedro went to the Opera House. Steve and I really want to visit the Blue Mountains but it costs $80 each. We said we will try and go once we bag jobs.
When we went back up to the room, Bella’s replacement arrived. A donkey would be better than Bella to be fair though. It was a man, roughly 30 years old. I can’t for the life of me remember his name. How rude. He is from New Zealand and only staying here for one night on a sailing competition. Kiwi went straight out drinking. Jackson got back from Coogee Beach and went out clubbing. You can’t spend less than $50 here on a night out. It’s the most expensive place to be in Australia. I think we are all going to go out together tomorrow for Craig’s last night.
By 2200, Bruno, Pedro, Craig and Steve were starving. They all decided on Dominoes of course. $5 pizza - it’s the go-to cuisine. I joined them on their trip as I suffer from severe FOMO - “Fear of Missing Out” syndrome. We sat and ate in Domino’s where we met 2 more Brazilian guys. They were here studying like Pedro and Bruno. They get to study English here for 5 months and travel for 1. It’s good that Australia invite so many people from different countries to study. Bruno and Pedro have so many more opportunities here. They want to study and get a job so that they can live here. They told us about their Police Force in Brazil. The Police punch and kick you! Pedro saved up for ages to buy an iPhone 5. A Police Officer stole it off of him because he wanted it. How disgusting? I can’t even bare to think about it. When you’re caught doing something illegal, Police will demand money off of you. If you don’t have a sufficient amount, you get put into jail. The officer will keep the money, too. I wish I could take Pedro and Bruno home, as weird as that sounds. We take so much for granted and we don’t even realise.
When we were walking back, Bruno and Pedro said that if we ever wanted to see Brazil, they would show us round. Craig said that if we wanted to go New York, we could stay at his place. It’s so exhilarating finding friends from different cultures and backgrounds. You learn so much and it’s a wonderful feeling getting along so well with people so opposite to you - people you’ve only just met. Being kind makes the world go round.
We got back and Kiwi was highly intoxicated. He came in, got onto his top bunk and within 5 seconds, he was asleep. Snoring and all sorts. Flat out. He kept on farting during his sleep and sighing with relief afterwards. We were all laughing so much. Jackson has left his key on his bed. I’m not looking forward to him trying to get in at 0300… Bang bang bang on the door, I’m sure.
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full offence but if you have enough money to spend £450 on a dyson airwrap - which is basically a GLORIFIED HAIRDRYER - you have more money than sense and you should feel bad
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Man United’s legendary kit man Albert Morgan on club’s famous Treble triumph
When Manchester United left Albert Morgan in charge of the trophies at the end of an open-top bus parade through the city ​​to celebrate the treble in 1999, he did what any kit man probably would do.
"I left them in the laundry," says Morgan, who returned to Old Trafford on the deserted bus before dumping three of the most famous cups in world football with the dirty kit from United's win over Bayern Munich .
'Just me with the trophies. I put everything back in the laundry and was smooth to get home.
Albert Morgan was Manchester United's kit man and trusted confidant of Sir Alex Ferguson and his squad for two decades
He was a familiar face in the United dugout and behind the scenes at Old Trafford during one of the most glorious periods in the club's history
Morgan hard at work inspecting the match balls before a game with Arsenal in October 2004
" My car was at Old Trafford and we were all absolutely knackered. I was tempted to put them in the boat and take them home, but I thought it would be just my luck for my house to get broken and they'd be gone.
'So I was sensible for once. They stayed there. '
It was not the only time laundry washed up in conversation with the man known affectionately as Albie who had to ensure United were kitted out properly during the 11-day period 20 years ago this week that saw them make history.
The night of Ryan Giggs's momentous injury-time winner over Arsenal in the FA Cup semi-final may have been the springboard to United's success, but it was also the night Morgan wore his Mister Men underpants for the first time.
"Mister Happy," he says after a bit of prompting. 'I had them on for 10 games after that. There's superstition for you.
"I got back to the hotel when we'd won at Wembley in the FA Cup final and my wife was getting ready for the party.
" I asked her to give them a bit of wash for me, so she washed them in the sink. I left them on the radiator then off to Barcelona the next day with my fresh underpants. "
Morgan with striker Dimitar Berbatov ahead of the 2009 Champions League final in Rome
Sharing a laugh with Ferguson during United's pre-season tour to South Africa in 2006
Tears well up in Morgan's eyes when he relives the night United, the club he has followed since the age of six, clinched the Treble at the Nou Camp.
'I hope we do it again but I don 'cause it's anyone else to do it, "he says. "It's a unique thing and I want to be part of that uniqueness.
" I was dancing round my room when Man City got beaten (by Tottenham) the other week. "
Now a club ambassador, Morgan will be back at Old Trafford in his former role when United face Bayern in a reunion game on Sunday, the day after his 73rd birthday.
He retired after 20 years in 2013 and cried his eyes out when he returned to the ground for the first time with his wife Debbie the following season.
Fiercely loyal to the man he still calls boss, Morgan is also hugely proud of the bond he formed with the players.
"I always say glorified baby less because of some of the things tell the boys and ask your advice," he says.
In the United dug-out with Dutch striker Robin van Persie during his final season in 2012-13
Morgan flanked by Ferguson and another club legend in Sir Bobby Charlton in March 2016
'About the cars, their love lives, this that and the other. It's unbelievable. I'm very proud of the trust. I have of everybody. "
Precious few secrets are divulged. Like Eric Cantona always wanting the same pair of black or white socks, and having salt sprinkled in them.
'You never asked him why, just let him get on with it because Eric was Eric and he was a bloody genius, "says Morgan. "I called him salt and vinegar feet, but it worked."
Then there was Peter Schmeichel's Rolex watch.
"For years I always keep Schmeichel's watch during games. He had a Rolex and this silver bangle like a snake he just used to give it me. I don't know why.
'At the end, when Peter finished at United, at the do after the Bayern game he gave me the Rolex and I've still got it. That's the class of the man.
'Sometimes I had four wedding rings on that sort of stuff. Paul Scholes has lost more wedding rings than I don't know.
'Many a time I would go out on a Saturday night and I'd have a fistful of rings. I would come in here on the Sunday and the players would be asking if I had them. "
(Left to right) Morgan, Physio Rob Swire, Dr. Steve McNally, Physio Neil Hough and First Team Coach Phil Neville on Manley Beach in Australia in 2013
Ferguson used to get Morgan to guess his starting line-up ahead of matches
Ferguson, too, learned to lean on the popular kit man who became a trusted friend and part of the inner circle. The United manager would ask Albert to guess his team selections.
"Sometimes he'd say," not bad – 9 out of 11. Other times he would tell me to eff and carry on putting the kit out!
'This is where the trust came in. He knew I knew the team and the boys would ring me up if they were in it. I'd say I didn't know. I never told them.
'He'd have a bark at me sometimes and then he'd wink because he had to show the boys what it meant. Then he would ring me that night and apologize.
'I learn about the years not to take any notice of it. But when you did get a collocking, you knew. "
Morgan, who admits he was" scared to death "about succeeding his friend Norman Davies in the role after abandoning a career with a Ford dealership in Manchester in 1993 , knew it was the right time to go when Ferguson retired. The changes in football were already apparent around Carrington.
Morgan admits he probably would have been sacked if he'd worked under anyone but Fergie
Though Morgan was once given the hairdryer treatment when his phone went off during a meeting with Nelson Mandela in South Afr ica
'When sports science came in it was a joke. I christened it the 's ** t and p ** s department'. But they went along with it and now we're one of the leaders in the world in it. It was all banter.
'I didn't want to work for another manager. I'd have the sack now, to be honest, for saying something with the way it's turned out. It hurts the way we are at the minute. "
Morgan laughs when he recalls Ferguson pursuing him onto the team bus in South Africa and kicking him as he hid behind a seat because his mobile phone had gone off during an audience with Nelson Mandela.
Or the time he was going in for a heart bypass and Brian McClair turned up with a choice of three wood samples for his coffin.
"Fantastic," says Morgan . "A couple of days later, he comes in with a shovel and a tree.
" It's kept me young. My missus says there are three things in our marriage: me, her and this place.
"It's a game changer in my life."
All the money raised from Sunday's reunion game at Old Trafford, kick-off 3pm, will go to the Manchester United Foundation for its work with young people across Greater Manchester. Tickets are on sale now from www.manutd.com/treblereunion
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The Monday Roundup: Hairdryers, the folly of “fixing congestion”, Sweden’s bike-friendly apartments, and more
Ominous cloud: In what appears to be the most tangible impact so far of Trump’s influence on infrastructure, his administration has cancelled a project that was set to electrify a popular commuter rail line in the California bay area.
DIY anti-speeding trick: A town in Scotland has happened upon a novel method of cracking down on fast drivers: Hairdryers.
Don’t widen roads. Please: As Oregon appears set for another road-widening binge, it’s worth brushing up on your reading about why this method of “congestion relief” is a bad idea. We came across two great explainers this week: One from The Plaza Perspective and one from Driving.ca.
More housing = less congestion?: As Portland girds for freeway widening debates, it’s time to consider the link between congestion and the lack of affordable housing.
No to red light cams: As Portland expands its automated enforcement programs we’re watching how other states handle the issue. In Florida, a place with the worst road safety record in the nation, a ban on red light cameras is moving forward.
Truck speeds: Another thing we’re following is ODOT’s puzzling interest in raising truck speed limits from 55 to 60 mph while research shows it will lead to more deaths and injuries.
Carifornia: Looks like California — a state that, like Oregon, likes to bank on its eco-friendly reputation — is clueless and carheaded when it comes to transportation (also like Oregon).
Idling engines are the Devil’s playthings: I get peeved at all the people who stare at their phones while idling in traffic or a parking space — so I was glad to see some research aimed at changing that behavior via a Jedi mind trick.
‘OhBoy’ is right: The “bicycle house” apartment building in Malmö was built with complete bicycle access in mind. Take a tour via Copenhagenize.com.
New energy source, same old shit: Why don’t we get excited about electric cars? Because for all their environmental benefits, they do nothing to improve road safety. And despite all the additional subsidies they take from taxpayers, the people who make EVs glorify the same dangerous behaviors that gas-guzzlers have displayed for decades.
It works: Seattle successfully tamed one of its major arterials by simply re-striping the lanes in a way very similar to what PBOT has planned for SE Foster.
Transit matters: Streetsblog shares new numbers that tell the story of how transit ridership is down in most U.S. cities — except where significant investments were made in bus service. (Hi TriMet, we’re waiting.)
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Check out our Electric Supercharger! - No, Seriously. via /r/cars
Check out our Electric Supercharger! - No, Seriously.
Backstory:
We are a couple of students at Olin College of Engineering who love cars and the pursuit of making them go faster. We are currently involved with Baja SAE (http://www.olinbaja.com) , FSAE Electric (http://ift.tt/2k0VqVh), and an offshoot 24 Hrs of Lemons team. Off season, we work at CyPhy Drones and Tesla. Never willing to leave well enough alone, we think that we may have stumbled upon a newfangled way to reliably increase the output of IC engines.
What have we done?
We’ve developed a supercharger utilizing shaft power from an electric motor capable of delivering a static pressure of at least 5-7 pounds of boost. We are in the process of gathering the resources needed for further test results (such as flow rate vs pressure). Before you dismiss the idea outright and click off to another tab, we know you’ve heard the same story before from items like eBay “superchargers” and whatnot that promise the world and don’t deliver anything more than glorified hairdryer. Just give us a chance and you will not be disappointed.
Our Prototype
In a nutshell, we built a system that mates a high-output (~ 7 horsepower @ 100,000 rpm) permanent magnet motor to compressor side of a turbocharger. Full disclosure: It’s currently re-wound BLDC motor with custom spec’d ceramic bearings capable of handling such an ungodly angular velocity. We took the running gear from a Toyota CT-26 turbocharger and re-machined the compressor-side hardware and fabricated a couple custom designed components to mate and seal the assembly. Now, we’re certainly not the first to have attempted this, but in every previous example we can gather, there a couple critical flaws preventing real gains. 1st: Speed. Turbine powered turbochargers spin well into the 100K range, most motors aren’t going to be so happy providing that (for very long, at least!). Motor selection and modification was a paramount variable to enable this. 2nd: Power. Any setup that tries to tap directly off the cars stock Pb battery is destined fail. They are easy to regulate and do a good job cranking over a car engine, but likely aren’t going to cut the mustard with the load we would be asking from a system like this. Instead, we opted for a (relatively) low capacity, high drain, 20-cell lithium polymer battery configuration that is meant to be continuously trickle-charged from the car’s standard alternator/battery via a boost converter and BMS. You can find a video of the very first spin-up of the supercharger we did here (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SkAJz65e_vs)! We also recorded pressure with a digital sensor but figured an analogue needle would be a little more convincing.
All in, we’d love to hear your thoughts about our progress! We’d be happy to field any questions you may have about the contraption.
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