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thedemonlady · 5 months

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HEARTSTEEL KAYN IN NYLON CHINA INTERVIEW 💜

"I have an alter-ego. He has his own name, Rhaast." Speaking of the other self in his body, Kayn suddenly calmed down. "I use the third person to make it easier for you to understand. In my opinion, I am him and he is me. He is completely unleashed, is the most original version of me. He led me to break away from all constraints, including my own complicated thoughts, and just immerse myself in the present and experience everything." Kayn talked about Rhaast calmly, and everyone else stopped what they were doing. K'Sante put down his tablet, and Ezreal stops himself from petting Sett's ear. "For an artist, if you can have a completely isolated space, where you can avoid all distractions and don't even have to think too much, but just exist purely, that kind of freedom can inspire the most beautiful things. Do Authentic creations. Only Rhaast can take me there. He can make me forget other people's expectations and constraints, and even forget myself. He is me, but he can make me forget "me".” Kayn needs to close himself off and create art in company of Rhaast. But not everyone can accept this creative model. What they see is Kayn's absence again and again during rehearsals, and conflicts with his old teammates that occur almost every day. So Kayn finally left the previous band, taking with him the music that came from his heart. Everyone who heard them knew how wonderful those songs were, but as punishment for the world, Kayn refused to release them to the public. "Those who cannot appreciate the existence of Rhaast cannot understand the music we created together." Until Aphelios discovered them.

▶ Other curiosities about Kayn in the interview:

The first thing Kayn does before the interview is say Hello to Akali and tell her that he is also in Nylon, while waving at the camera.

Kayn was surprised to learn that Yone wanted to live with the band.

His favorite food is macaroni and cheese, and potato chips with toppings.

He followed Aphelios' idea of putting the food in the oven at high temperature for twice as long, which caused a fire and K'Sante had to call the fire department.

Kayn, wants to try spicy food in Hunan, Jiangxi, and Sichuan.

He wants to see Pandas

#Kayn #Shieda Kayn #Heartsteel Kayn #Rhaast #Heartsteel Rhaast #Heartsteel: Paranoia #Heartsteel #LoL official lore #LoL official art #Official art #Heartsteel Official Lore #Riot Music #my shadow boy ♥#my edit #my translations #Having an alter-ego is not a mental illness!!!

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parakaryote · 7 months

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The Weird Microorganism Iceberg

I basically made this on an impulse, please don’t take it too seriously. Feel free to suggest more organisms!

Explanations under the cut.

Tardigrades: You probably all know this one. Commonly said to be polyextremophiles, but this isn’t actually true; while they can survive extreme conditions, they don’t thrive in them. Something you might not know about them is that all of their body segment genes are equivalent to arthropod head genes — meaning they are basically walking heads.

Demodex: Eyelash mites.

Diatoms: Geometric silicon shell creatures.

Nylon-eating bacteria (Paenarthrobacter ureafaciens KI72): Exactly what it says on the tin.

Myxozoa: Single-celled parasitic cnidarians. Lack digestive systems, circulatory systems, gonads, and even muscles in some species. Also may or may not be autonomous cancer cells.

Thiomargarita: The only macroscopic bacteria. Honorary microorganisms for the purposes of this image.

Wolbachia: Parasitic / mutualistic bacteria genus that has created numerous insect species through their effects on reproduction. (Infected females can become capable of parthenogenesis, while infected males are either killed, turned into females, or limited to reproducing only with females infected by the same strain.)

Deinococcus radiodurans: A bacterium which unofficially holds the title of “most extreme extremophile”. Can survive incredibly high doses of radiation, as well as high acidity and very low temperatures.

Dicyemida: Symbiotic (once mistakenly thought to be parasitic) animals that live in cephalopod kidneys. Have alternation of generations and used to be known as “Rhombozoa” (“rhombus animals”).

Facetotectans: Parasitic crustaceans with an unknown adult form. Attempts to artificially induce metamorphosis only produce another juvenile stage, as far as anyone can tell.

Metal-breathing bacteria: Bacteria which use nanowires to accept electrons from metals.

Limnognathia: One of the smallest animals, and has 15-part extensible jaws.

Disulforudis audaxviator: The only known organism to comprise a single-species ecosystem. Lives over a mile underground and feeds off the byproducts of radioactive decay.

Salinella salve: Possibly nonexistent simple animal, allegedly cultured by Johannes Frenzel in 1892 but never found by anyone else.

Warnowiids (Warnowiaceae): A family of dinoflagellates which have modified some of their organelles into an eye… which somehow works well enough for them to aim their stingers at prey, despite them having no brain (or even other cells) to process the images.

Haloquadratum walsbyi: A square that lives in salt.

Dicopomorpha echmepterygis: The smallest known insect, a parasitoid wasp smaller than a Paramecium.

Hemimastigophora: A group of organisms recently discovered to be an early-splitting branch of the eukaryotes.

Monocercomonoides: A genus of “excavate” “protists” (both terms are polyphyletic, lol) that lack mitochondria… or even the genes for them.

Parakaryon myojinensis: The only complete incertae sedis, for which not even the domain is known. Has an odd mix of eukaryote and prokaryote-like features, leading to speculation that they represent a second incidence of endosymbiosis (aka Eukaryota 2.0). Also my blog’s namesake.

Collodictyon: Considered unclassifiable for a long time. Not really that weird in and of itself, tbh.

Kamera lens: Continuing the theme, this is an alga that has proven weirdly difficult to classify despite having been known for centuries (though it’s been narrowed down to the Ochrophyta). Its funny name makes it a pain to look up.

Jeongeupia sacculi: Recently-discovered multicellular(!) bacterium. Unlike everything else on here, it doesn’t have a Wikipedia page (yet).

Meteora sporadica: “Protist” which moves by rowing with a pair of arm-like appendages. Another difficult-to-classify organism, although a study from earlier this year suggests they are related to the Hemimastigophora.

Kakabekia barghoorniana: Apparent Paleoproterozoic living fossil that looks like an umbrella.

Magosphaera planula: A sphere which splits apart into amoeba-like cells, observed by Ernst Haeckel in 1869. Also possibly nonexistent / misidentified.

#biology #microbiology #zoology #bacteriology #protist #archaea #parasite mention #cancer mention

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bomberqueen17 · 4 months

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Acid Dyes In Squirt Bottles: kinda a tutorial

So I bought some silk scarves with an eye toward dyeing them to use for giftwrapping for Christmas, and I'd idly meant to research techniques but suddenly realized I'm running out of time.

Almost all the tutorials on dyeing anything at all that I can find lately are for ice dyeing. Which is cool and I love that that's so trendy now. But some of the ones I've watched...

Well, see the point of ice dyeing is that powdered dyes often split into components and so you get really cool edge-effects where the different pigments in the dye penetrate the fabric differently because of the slow wicking action of the melting ice etc. I watched a tutorial where someone just had three primary colors, which are generally pure pigments, and did this, and I was like, you could have put those into squirt bottles and saved yourself about 8 hours plus all the time you spent making that ice. It did give a nicely feathered spectrum effect but the ice mostly did not contribute anything to the process.

But what I did learn from that tutorial was some advice on how to get acid dyes to strike in a cold low-immersion process. So I'm going to write up what I did, since that's what I was actually looking for, and every bit of information I can currently find is contained in overly-long videos that spend most of their runtime on irrelevant stuff.

Mostly this is for my own reference later, as I'm now old enough that I keep stumbling across things I've made and being like "wait I don't remember how I did this. I really made this? I have to have, nobody else lives here. How did I do this??" So anyway, overly-long and underly-technical writeup below the cut. Pictures to follow in a separate post.

What do I mean, cold low-immersion process??

Immersion is how most dyeing works. You make a dye bath, and you dunk your fabric into it. Low-immersion means you lie your stuff all out on some flat surface, maybe over a wire rack maybe over a sheet of plastic, and just put enough dye on for it to soak in. That's low-immersion, and generally is how you're gonna get multiple unmixed colors on one object.

and cold? Well, acid dyes, which work best on protein-based fibers like wool and silk, need heat to strike, or actually bond to the fabric. If you just dunk some silk in a dye bath and then rinse it, the dye mostly rinses out. You need heat to set it.

Let's back up a second-- acid dyes?? So there are two main types of dyes you use on fabric. Acid dyes are called that because you add some vinegar once the dye has soaked in, to get it to stick. (Yes, you need acid and heat!) The other kind, which you usually use for ice dyeing, is fiber-reactive dyes. Fiber-reactive are what you want for cotton, linen-- plant-based fibers, and some synthetics. (Nylon works with acid dyes for some reason, rayon needs fiber-based. I don't remember why but the Internet surely knows, it's surely very simple.)

So anyway. Fiber-reactive dyes are applied to fabric that's been pre-treated with soda ash and then set without much heat, though they do need to "cure" at a high temperature-- it doesn't have to be as hot as with acid dyes though. (A black plastic bag in the sun, an electric blanket lying overtop the bag they're in, that level of heat at most.) So they're the usual, traditional type of dyes you use for tie-dyeing, which is normally done on cotton t-shirts, and which very often is done with low-immersion methods to let you get a bunch of colors on there, are fiber reactive dyes. Many many many tutorials exist for this, including how to tie them. Very cool stuff.

I wanted that effect on silk though.

(*the alkali pre-rinse is fine for cotton and linen and such. alkali on silk is Generally Bad News. This is another reason people generally don't do fiber reactive dyes on silk. Silk shrugs off acid reasonably well but alkali is no bueno. Also for the record never ever try to bleach silk for any reason, that dissolves it. Now You Know!)

So. I did find this tutorial from Dharma Trading, about space dyeing. Remember when space-dyed stuff was trendy?? Many of you whippersnappers probably don't. It used to be cool and is probably what led to the invention of ice-dyeing, which clearly like A Person invented but I have no idea who and I bet finding out would be difficult so my ADHD ass is NOT going down that rabbit hole right.

So i tried that. I used aluminum foil instead of plastic wrap for the simple reason that my kitchen is currently torn apart and all my worldly goods in cardboard boxes but I had a roll of aluminum foil in the basement for some reason. I put down a vinyl tablecloth on my washing machine and used it as a work surface. And I found a broken old steamer insert and set it in an old aluminum pot that lives in the basement.

I mixed up squirt bottles of four colors of acid dye in approximately the proportions from the Dharma tutorial. I don't have measuring implements currently, see above re: kitchen (I'm planning on retiring a number of my measuring implements to serve in fiber arts, and keeping only the nice ones for the new nice kitchen, but that hasn't happened yet) so it was all very approximate.

And then I just lay each silk scarf out on the aluminum foil on the dryer and went to town.

I learned to be careful and sparing with the amount of dyes, to keep them from pooling underneath the material-- silk scarves aren't very absorbent. Any excess dye pooling on the aluminum foil will of course spread and get muddy. So what I wound up doing was working from right to left (on my left was the laundry sink), and doing my lightest color on the right and my darkest on the left, and then when I was done, I used an eyedropper to apply white vinegar to lock in the pigment, and then I picked the whole works up very carefully and tipped it to the left and let everything extra run off into the sink. So having my, say, fuschia run across the back of what was supposed to be a dark purple section didn't lead to any notable color contamination. One colorway had bright lemon yellow in it, and I was incredibly careful not to let any smudges or drips touch that-- kept it on the right of my workspace, propped up slightly. The yellow draining across the red and purple of that colorway didn't cause a problem, but I did wind up with a fingerprint of darker color in the yellow area (I think that's what caused the blot anyway).

Anyway, once the dye was all applied, and I'd let it drip into the sink for a moment, I then folded up each scarf into its own packet, careful to still keep the lighter end upward, and put it into my busted-ass steamer basket which made this easier because one of the legs has fallen off it, see, so it tilts anyway, that's why I retired it, and put the lid on and steamed each packet for about half an hour to 45 minutes.

At the end of that I pulled each packet out (there were overlaps, where I'd put a second packet in halfway through the first one. Most of the Strict Rules About Steaming Silk don't apply to this process because drips aren't a problem, dips in temperature that might lead to uneven mottling aren't a problem, this is just meant to be pretty color splotches with random patterns so literally none of the intimidating stuff you have to do to achieve perfection are a problem here), I let it cool off a bit and then unwrapped it and rinsed the scarf. Not much color came off them, and I was able to reuse the foil, which it's not that I'm being eco-friendly so much as that I only had the one roll of foil with not much left on it and this was the last day I could really do this, so. Not very scientific, but in the end I really was very thrifty LOL. Yes! I was being eco-friendly, that's why i'm like this.

I then let the scarves dry on my drying rack overnight, and came back the next day to collect them. I brought them all back to my mother-out-law's to wash them in her washing machine since mine is currently not properly hooked up (additional nightmare, love it)-- I figured this wouldn't be messy in her impeccable laundry room and I was right, very little dye to rinse out. Gave them a wash with dharma's professional detergent, then a rinse with milsoft, then an extra rinse, and I've now let them dry again, ironed them, and have them in a plastic bag with some perfume because the detergent smells kind of awful LOL. I'm letting them sit like that for a day or two and then I'll get them out and package them up for gifts.

#diy #crafting #fabric arts #dyeing

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good-old-gossip · 2 days

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Gaza: Intense summer heat increasing fatalities, displaced people’s suffering

Palestinian Territory – Summertime’s sharp rise in temperature, coupled with high humidity, dry weather, and the proliferation of insects and rodents, poses a major risk to displaced Palestinians in the Gaza Strip.An increase in fatalities and the spread of disease has recently killed or otherwise affected these refugees, worsening the suffering of people whose lives are already in jeopardy as a result of Israel’s genocidal war against them, which is ongoing for the seventh consecutive month.

The Israeli-made humanitarian catastrophe in the Gaza Strip puts Palestinian civilians in real danger, especially those who are more vulnerable. The extreme heat and unfavourable living conditions, such as overcrowded shelter centres or nylon tents devoid of basic supplies, compound the effects of fear, hunger, and dehydration.

The oppressive heat adds to the daily suffering ofPalestinian refugees in the Strip. These individuals face severe water scarcity and significant environmental hazards given the collapse of sewage systems, lack of service infrastructure, and waste buildup that has accelerated the spread of infectious diseases and issues resulting in skin allergies.

Living in tents or overcrowded shelters under appalling environmental and health conditions, displaced Palestinians are left to face their fate alone as they are exposed to excessive heat and scorching heat waves. Israel’s genocide has forced more than 1.7 million Palestinians to flee their homes in the northern regionsof the Strip in search of a safe refuge in the south, amidadditional waves of displacement in the southern governorates.

The Israeli army has been ordering the illegal evacuation of roughly 246 square kilometres, or roughly 67% of the Gaza Strip’s total area, since 7 October 2023. This covers every area north of the Gaza Valley, whose citizens were told to leave in late October, as well as certain areas south of the Gaza Valley that have been under constant evacuation orders from the Israeli army since 1 December 2023.

The humanitarian and health crisis in the Gaza Strip has claimed many lives as a result of horrific conditions in camps and shelters, the intensity of heat waves, and the spread of illnesses among residents, particularly children and members of other vulnerable populations.

One of these lives belonged to Malak Saed Al-Yazji, a 5-month-old infant. She died on 25 April 2024 after her family was forcibly evacuated to the southern city of Rafah, where the family had to live in a nylon tent. The extreme heat wave that struck the refugee camp, which was devoid of basic supplies like water, and the resulting physical stress and trauma destroyed the baby’s health.

The victim’s father, 40-year-old Saed Khalil Al-Yaziji, said that the family was forced to evacuate from their neighbourhood of Beit Hanoun during the early days of Israel’s genocide. They relocated first to the Nuseirat refugee camp in the central Gaza Strip, and then to Rafah.

He stated that they had been living in a tent in Rafah since 23 December 2023, three days after Malak was born, and that before her condition worsened, his child had not appeared to have any health issues. He took her to the Emirati Field Hospital, where she was proclaimed dead. Malak was subsequently taken to Abu Youssef Al-Najjar Hospital, where a report was later released indicating that her death was caused by elevated temperature and a very weak heartbeat.

Lara Grace Al-Sayegh, 19, also died on 25 April because of the extreme heat. Al-Sayegh was attempting to escape from Gaza City to Rafah. At the time of her death, her mother was in a coma due to the same reason.

In the midst of the ongoing Israeli genocide, 10s of thousands of Palestinian civilians face greater threats than ever before from infectious and transmitted diseases, health risks, and the potential for deadly diseases to spread as temperatures rise.

Hoor Iyad Al-Absi died on 11 April from hepatitis contracted from pollution and crowding after she and her family were forced to evacuate to Rafah. She was admitted to the European Hospital, and was a patient for five days before the disease progressed to a degree of 18; she then passed away from complications brought on by her illness and lack of access to adequatemedical care.

A 27-year-old man, Anas Abdullah Karaz, also passed away due to hepatitis, he died on 24 April

According to Dr Ahmed Al-Naqris, an internal medicine specialist at Rafah’s Abu Youssef Al-Najjar Hospital in Rafah, the hepatitis A virus is spreading at an unprecedented rate—a result of the dire circumstances in the Strip and extreme overcrowding there, particularly in Rafah.

Due to the effects of sewage spreading among the displaced, overcrowding, poor hygiene, and malnutrition, he explained that in the last four weeks, five to six cases per day had been reported in just one Rafah health centre. He noted that symptoms of dehydration, vomiting, and diarrhoea were rapidly increasing in patients, due to lack of access to necessary medical care and the heavy burden on hospitals and medical facilities.

Euro-Med Human Rights Monitor reiterates that, in addition to the Israeli army’s ceaseless air, land, and sea attacks, the Gaza Strip’s population is dying from infectious diseases and epidemics brought on by contaminated water; overcrowding; high temperatures; a collapsed health system; a shortage of sterilisation supplies and medicine; and an accumulation of solid waste throughout the Strip.

The genocidal war that Israel has waged against the people of the Gaza Strip for seven months now has resulted in a public health catastrophe that has spread and is getting worse. Meanwhile, the Israeli army has continued to destroy every aspect of life in the Strip through its military attacks and siege, ruining what little remains of the functioning health system and preventing the populace from receiving basic medical care. Israel’s army has also been preventing humanitarian aid from entering the Strip—aid that is not only essential for containing epidemics and communicable diseases, but also for limiting their effects as swiftly as possible.

Euro-Med Monitor adds that, as a result of the ongoing, devastating Israeli military attacks alone, health and environmental disasters are rapidly worsening. This has disastrous effects on both the general environment and public health, especially for vulnerable groups including children, newborn babies, the elderly, and people with chronic illnesses.

As the temperature in the Gaza Strip rises steadily due to the shifting seasons, the majority of the major water pipelines remain broken, the sewage systems severely damaged, and the population receiving far less clean water than it requires. Many people are even compelled to drink unclean water.

The World Health Organisation warned months ago about a comprehensive health and environmental catastrophe facing the residents of the Gaza Strip, linking the spread of diseases like cholera, diarrhoea, dysentery, and hepatitis to contaminated water and the degradation of the sewage system.

Due to a scarcity of fuel brought on by the complete power outage imposed on the Strip by Israel, sewage and water desalination facilities have had to close. Thisclosure raises the possibility of bacterial infections spreading, as typhoid, polio, dysentery, and diarrhoea can all be spread by drinking contaminated water.

The health system’s near-total collapse, the absence of integrated hospitals in the Gaza City and North Gaza governorates, and the intense strain on the few hospitals that are still open in the southern part of the Strip all pose an unprecedented threat to residents.

In order to save the lives of civilians—who should beprotected by international humanitarian law and the rules of war—the international community must pressure Israel for a permanent ceasefire in the Gaza Strip and the lifting of the strict siege on the enclave, which is a collective punishment and a war crime in itself. Above all, Israel’s crime of genocide in the Strip must be stopped as rapidly as possible, in order to save what can be saved there.

The international community must guarantee the entry of humanitarian aid into the Gaza Strip, including the entry of all basic food and non-food items required to respond to the environmental and health crisis in a timely, safe, and effective manner. This includes allowing the entry of materials into the northern Gaza Strip, where they will be used to construct makeshift showers, housing, and toilets for Palestinians who have been displaced.

In addition to ensuring the entry of enough fuel to operate the water and sanitation infrastructure, including water desalination stations and water wells, pressure should be applied to Israel to allow the entryof the necessary materials for repair and rehabilitation work on civilian infrastructure. These services are essential to the civilian population’s survival in the Gaza Strip, and to protect them from the looming threat of further health disasters.

Source - https://euromedmonitor.org/en/article/6286/Gaza:-Intense-summer-heat-increasing-fatalities,-displaced-people’s-suffering

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materialsscienceandengineering · 1 year

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A new method to recycle Nylon-6 by unlinking polymer chains

Nylon-6 is a tough, non-biodegradable plastic that cannot be recycled by conventional methods. A new way has now been introduced by a team from the U.S. in the journal Angewandte Chemie International Edition.

With an easily accessible lanthanum trisamido catalyst, Nylon-6 can be depolymerized highly selectively, nearly quantitatively, with no solvent, and at moderate temperatures to recover the monomer, ε-caprolactam. The monomers are removed sequentially from one polymer end, just like unthreading pearls from a chain.

Nylon is the fabric from which stockings are made. It is also the material of choice for many applications in areas including automobile manufacturing, packaging, infrastructure, textiles, and fishing. Its advantageous properties, such as elasticity, chemical resistance, high tensile strength, and high abrasion resistance get in the way of its biodegradability. Abandoned nylon fishing nets, for example, account for about 10% of the plastic waste in the oceans.

Industrially, the variant Nylon-6 is made through a ring-opening polymerization of ε-caprolactam on a scale of 5 million tons a year. The market volume is projected to reach 21.5 billion dollars by 2026. The heaps of trash are growing correspondingly, increasing the danger to the environment and our health. In addition, the production of Nylon-6 has a large CO2 footprint.

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phillippadgettwrites · 2 years

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Unbidden, Part Four

Rated X / 1635 words / Posted on AO3

He had watched her peel her pantyhose off not thirty minutes prior. Doing so in front of him was an uncharacteristic lapse in decorum not typical of her, but with the temperature pushing ninety-five degrees, he figured that desperate times called for desperate measures. She lifted her hips off the passenger seat, snaked her hands up under her skirt, and fished around until she returned with a fistful of bunched up nylon the color of wheat. She tucked it into her purse and cast him a sideways glance, but he kept his eyes trained straight ahead.

Now she’s perched primly in an armchair, wagging a pen between her thumb and forefinger, while he sits directly across from her on his motel bed. She’s lost in thought, no doubt with images of faces frozen in horror dancing behind her eyelids.

“We could try the shopkeeper again,” he offers, sensing her unrest.

She makes a small sound that could be agreement or disinterest, then uncrosses and re-crosses her legs. The pen continues to bounce, making little ticking sounds as it strikes one of her fingernails rhythmically. He remembers those fingernails digging into his thighs and the little half-moons he found on his skin in the shower, and blood rushes to his groin. She sighs, and the pen tap tap taps, and her legs uncross and cross again. Her skirt rides up a little, exposing her lily white knee caps, and he thinks about those pantyhose and what she has on underneath that skirt.

The pen bounces off her nail with too much velocity and she loses her grip on it, sending it clattering to the floor by her foot. She heaves another sigh and uncrosses her legs, bending forward to retrieve it. Mulder jumps off the bed, snatching the pen up before she can get to it, and she gives him a quizzical look. He’s on his knees on the dingy carpet at her feet, his tie discarded and his shirt untucked, sleeves rolled to his elbows. And she is perfect, always. Even when she’s a mess, she’s somehow the most perfect human he’s ever encountered.

She quirks an eyebrow at him in question and he knows he’s staring, her pen wrapped tightly in his fist. Her chest expands with each breath, tightening the silk on her blouse where it stretches across her breasts, and his mouth waters.

“Mulder?” she asks, and it’s a question and a statement and a warning all at once. But it’s too late; he’s already made up his mind.

He drops the pen, scooting forward until her knees brush against his belly. He watches her face, the way her lips part slightly and her pupils bloom. He watches the rise and fall of her chest as her breaths grow more rapid, buttons threatening to pop. Keeping his eyes on hers, he lifts his hands and places them gently on the sides of her thighs, just above the curve of her knee.

“Mulder,” she says again, breathy and low.

He leans into her slightly, his fingers creeping up her ivory skin. He can feel the brush of downy hairs against his palms, and rough tweed catching against his wrists as he pushes her skirt higher. Her hands are stationed on the arm rests of the chair, fingers curled and gripping tightly. His torso is now leaning slightly over her legs as he ventures higher, high enough to encounter the edge of her panties where they stretch across her ass cheeks. He slips his thumb underneath, rubbing the fabric against his forefinger experimentally. Silky. He’d like to find out what color they are: his current guess is blue.

His face is now within striking distance of hers, and she removes her hands from the armrests and places them on his jaw. They stay locked there for a moment, him fingering her panties and her looking at his mouth. When she kisses him, it’s with a slow, purposeful approach. Like a setting sun moving diligently towards the horizon, she brings her mouth to his and moans with relief.

He pushes his hands under her ass cheeks and she parts her thighs, allowing him to pull her forward greedily. He holds her like that, fingers digging into the firm flesh of her glutes, while he kisses her. She tastes like stale coffee and burnt sugar, and she laps at him hungrily. Involuntary brushes of her vocal chords make the sweetest little contented sounds and he tugs her close enough to feel the stiff ridge of his erection press against her vulva. For that, he is rewarded with a breathy little whimper that makes him stupid and piqued.

His hands sail higher, finding the elastic waist of those panties, and he pulls. They slip easily under her ass, and he breaks the kiss to move her thighs together so he can pull the silky scrap of fabric free of her feet, which are still adorned with navy blue pumps. Before he tosses the undergarment aside, he notes that it is black, and recalls hearing once that women only wear black underwear if they think someone might see them.

He turns back to her and she reaches for him, her mouth open and ready to return to his, but he sends his hands back up under her skirt and around her ass cheeks, and pulls her forward before he folds himself in half and presses his face into her naked cunt. She gasps, her hands flying to his hair and fisting it painfully. He drapes each of her legs over his shoulders and settles in, humming against her.

He explores her with his tongue, teasing along the creases of her thighs where she’s salty and velutinous. The heart of her is syrupy slick, a shiny penny on his taste buds as he dips inside and feels her flutter around him. He works his way slowly up towards her clit, letting anticipation build with errant kisses to her thighs and mons, everywhere but the very best place as she mews and writhes against his palms. He digs his fingers into her ass, trying to pull her closer, but short of being inside her he’s as close as he can get.

His tongue dances around her hood, grazing past and barely missing, and he can hear her panting at the promise of his eventual attention, her fingers playing at the backs of his ears as she resists taking control. He removes one hand from her ass, slipping it just beneath his chin and swirling around her opening with barely-there touch. She flexes her hips and lets out a little frustrated groan.

“Mulder,” she says again, her tone pleading and raspy.

He pushes his finger in and simultaneously sucks her clit between his lips. She pulls in a huge breath and holds it, her head dropping back against the chair as he finds the rough, spongy patch on her front wall and strokes it firmly. All her muscles tense and she holds so perfectly still, quiet as midnight until her cunt wraps him up tight and holds on.

“Mulder,” she repeats, but this time it’s pure rhapsody.

She flexes her hips against his face, her pussy spasmodic around his finger and her voice a dulcet melody in his ears. He presses his tongue against her clit to feel it throb and retreat with decreasing intensity, slowly withdrawing his drenched finger and stroking her thighs comfortingly. He pulls his face away to get a look at her, a swollen pink gash slick with his saliva and her cum. He flashes his eyes up to hers and finds her docile, soft, affectionate.

She reaches for him, pulling him down to rest against her dewy cleft so she can kiss his mouth. She sucks at his salty lips while her fingers skirt down his chest and belly, finding the fly of his pants and popping the button. While his erection had abated as he focused on her, it roars back to life and is happily cradled against her palm within seconds. He shamelessly flexes his hips, pumping himself in and out of her fist as he reaches down to push his pants off, and they puddle around his knees. She’s tugging on him softly, making clear where he is meant to go, and he rises up and slips into her with his weight uncomfortably balanced on his toes.

She sucks in a breath and clenches around him, making him groan.

“Can you go again?” he asks, unsure whether he should try to wait for her.

She shakes her head, her tongue brushing over his bottom lip, and he reaches one hand up to hold on to the back of the chair for leverage. Fuck, but she’s wet. And tight, and still quivering in little aftershocks. He kisses her, and flicks the buttons on her blouse open so he can see her breasts bouncing on each thrust. His toes ache and his knees threaten to buckle, so he increases his pace until it’s too feverish to keep kissing, their foreheads pressed together as he fucks her hard and fast. Her legs wrap around his waist, her fingernails scrape against the nape of his neck, and he is flying, flying, flying.

She says things to him, sweet, encouraging things, as he comes inside her. She pets his hair and kisses his cheeks, she loves him with words and touch, and he feels so very cared for in every way. He wishes he could play this moment on a loop for eternity.

Finally he slumps against her, his face buried in her shoulder, and begins to wonder how they will extricate themselves this time.

“Will you stay?” he asks, his voice muffled by silk and her fiery hair.

She doesn’t answer, and that is the answer itself.

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Info for Faith In The Future World Tour SIOUX FALLS, SD - JUN 19 2023

With special guests THE SNUTS & ANDREW CUSHIN!

Important Times:

5:00 PM – Parking Opens

6:00 PM - Doors Open

7:10 PM - Andrew Cushin

8:00 PM - The Snuts

9:00 PM - Louis Tomlinson

Times are all approximate and subject to change.

General admission (pit tickets):

All seats, there’s no need to line up!

Check the venue’s socials for updates!

🔆⚠️ EXTREME TEMPERATURE ADVISORY ⚠️🔆

VERY HIGH TEMPERATURES EXPECTED: temperatures are expected to be in the high 90s! Prepare accordingly!

Hydrate before the show, while waiting in line and during the show

For optimal hydration drink something with electrolytes such as Gatorade or LiquidIV

Wear sunscreen!

Eat well!

Here are important policies:

The venue is CASHLESS! Pay with cards only!

Parking: There are several options for parking on-site, including four public parking lots located around the complex that are free year-round. Prices vary for premium parking. Parking info and map here

ADA info here

Cameras: Still cameras are allowed. Professional photographic and video equipment may be prohibited for some concerts and special events unless otherwise approved in writing from facility/event management. Please contact our administration office at (605) 367-7288 for event-specific information.

Water: All water bottles that enter our facility must be completely clear. Water bottles must be empty upon entry.

NO outside food or beverages

NO smoking

NO alcohol

NO Animals (except service animals)

NO Marijuana or any cannabis products

NO drugs

NO Coolers

NO Glass, Metal, or Hard Plastic Containers

NO knives, firearms, Brass knuckles, Tasers & mace/pepper spray or weapons of any kind

NO strollers, baby carriages, or car seats are permitted in general seating areas

NO Fireworks

NO Laptops

NO Lawn chairs

NO Selfie sticks

NO Laser Pointers/flashlights

NO Liquids of any kind

There is NO RE-ENTRY!

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*This list is not exhaustive. Items not appearing on the list may still be prohibited at the discretion of Security

For more details click here

Bag Policy:

Clear one (1) gallon zipper lock type bag allowed.

A clear stadium bag that is no larger than 12” x 12” x 6” is an acceptable alternative to the zipper lock type bag.

Clutch bags, fanny packs, and over-the-shoulder packs, (4.5” x 6.5” or smaller) that have a single over the shoulder, or cross-body strap that are made of a canvas, nylon, or leather material are permitted (don't need to be clear).

Chain straps are not allowed.

Tinted bags are not permitted.

Opaque bags larger than 4.5” x 6.5” will not be allowed in any of our venues. Patrons who are in possession of items that are larger than this bag size shall be denied entry.

No oversized bags, backpacks, or duffel bags.

Ticketed guests are permitted to bring in one (1) bag only.

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Banners, signs and flag policy:

No posters or large signs.

No flags/signs with poles.

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Contact:

For additional questions please call the venue at (605)367-7288. You can also access their website. Email: [email protected] Check their twitter here and IG here for updates. Address: 1201 N. West Avenue Sioux Falls, SD 57104. Venue: Denny Sanford PREMIER Center, Sioux Falls Arena And Convention Center.

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a little excerpt from a new daredevil and avengers fic im writing.

premise: matt did die at midland circle, but he learnt many things from stick, and he can be the devil in more than name, so he refused to fall.

The world is on fire.

All his nerves are firing, the cuts on his body like flows of molten rock, the raw skin over his torso is covered in flaking patches of blood, the microscopic particles in the air running like sandpaper over his open skin, the vibrations of a train more than twenty blocks away arching through his bones, the lines of still-warm blood that flow down his body feels like someone carving a white-hot knife through him even though blood isn’t even close to that temperature-

Footsteps sound on steel sixteen blocks away. He flinches, burying his head deeper into his shoulders, but he can still hear all of it-

The minivan with AC/DC blaring through the speakers and the shouts and yells of the eleven people drunk and dancing thirty-seven blocks away, the cars on the streets, the screech of breaks failing as one car slams into a corner shop’s glass window, taking a drunk couple with them into death,

a man with a broken rib and a woman with a dislocated shoulder screaming and yelling at each other in Romanian, as a little girl two rooms over holds her baby brother in his crib crying, three pairs of people having sex, the dying heartbeat of an old woman sitting on the side of the road, staring up at the stars,

the gunfight at the docks, two kids screaming for someone to save their father as an alcoholic mother smashes a bottle into his exposed back, a teen sitting on top of a ten-storey building zipping up a bag and stepping off the ledge-

A child in the corner of a room, gagged and long since out of tears shivering violently as their blood pressure drops to lethal levels, a sister curling around the dying body of her older brother held by her mother and father as their son dies of something that could’ve been treated had they been anywhere else,

the screams of children, teens, adults and elders alike, the laughs of thirteen different people- some hysterical, some cruel, one joyful- and the thousands of different heartbeats he hears-

He can hear the gravel under his feet, the scrape of his bare feet across it, the bones in his body moving, joints rotating as his ligaments move in an instinctual way to walk, his muscles contracting and expanding, his blood rushing around his body, the blood still running on the outside of his body over skin, his heartbeat, the grinding of his teeth and his eyes blinking but he can’t see and he hasn’t been able to since he was nine-

He shudders as the scent of rotting and decaying bodies rush over him, joining the smell of salt, wind, pollen, dead fish, sulphur, motor oil, sweat, sex, alcohol, skin, nylon, plastic, burning rubber, metal, leather, cologne, perfume, tears, bricks and more and more and more and more-

But he hears familiar humming from a familiar place as he clenches his eyes shut to stop the dust and sound and light from touching them, and he stumbles from an alley as the talking of four people becomes crystal clear, he can hear the mechanical whirring from a man’s chest,

the high-pitched endless squeal of hearing-aids from another, the trained quiet from a woman, and the heavy thundering heartbeat from a man who’s muscles twitch then move as the man steps towards him, and he can hear the man’s lungs contract and air start moving as the man’s vocal folds move and the man starts yelling, “sir!” and he flinches, burying his head further into his shoulders and limping on forward to that familiar place.

bc i haven't slept, for anyone who actually reads all the way down here, you get a present called the google doc link where i put my chapters. all it's got is some of chapter 1 at the moment

Also, the 'him' refers to matt, because he quite literally just revived himself and escaped after a year of semi-torture, and he doesn't remember his name yet.

the man refers to steve (captain america) most of the time

also i know the formatting is shit, but ao3 has more space so hopefully it dont look as shit on there

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WE DON'T GO WHERE THE LIGHT WON'T FALL

I love this town, I really do.

I love its cozy cobblestone streets, the lazy way that the warm artificial wind blows the cornstalks. The way the golden perpetual twilight gives an impression of a deathless utopian dream. The people here are so friendly, and helpful. From the Mulberries, Tom and Jill and Jack, who fill the high streets with the smell of baking bread and tarts, to Jordan and Sam the greengrocers, who are always fonts of gardening information.

Even Raif, the old barkeep, for all his reputation as a curmudgeon, barely conceals a heart of gold beneath that rough exterior. We are a real community here. We work together, we help each other out. Even the Guards never put a toe out of line, never abusing their power as the police did habitually back on Earth.

I used to hate when I would leave my house back then, head encased in blaring headphones, to see a neighbour strolling past. I didn’t know my neighbours. I feared my neighbours. I feared for myself because they were alienating, paranoid, desperate times but now I am delighted to hear a knock at my door at any time of day. I can talk to the townsfolk here. They enrich me, and I feel like in some small way I enrich them. We live without fear of each other.

The children, though.

The children terrify me. They terrify us all.

We try not to talk about them now, it hurts too much. When we meet we discuss our projects, our gardens, our music. Light gossip. Nothing heavy. Nothing real.

When I was paired by Grandfather with my wonderful wife Alice, I was ecstatic to be matched up with someone I actually found myself falling in love with. Soon after, from our combined genome, our son was grown. Rufus. I loved him, and I still do, despite what he has become.

Alice isn’t here anymore. She was selected to guard the borders between where the golden artificial twilight stops, and the cold darkness hungers. The alleyways, the basements, the treatment plants and sewage pipes and even certain houses which, for reasons we dare not question, just one day blinked off without warning. The families inside never emerged again, never in the way we remember them.

Rufus told me everything about the day Alice was taken. Every detail. Grandfather does not allow us to ignore or interrupt the children. He protects them from us as he protects us from ourselves, and each other. But he does not limit them as our own fear limits us, and for some unfathomable reason, the things in the dark do not seem to want to hurt the children the same way they seem to so desperately need to hurt us.

Alice was posted against the back of a T junction, a crossroads technically if you count the alleyway between Mulberries bakery and Tanner’s sweet shop. We never do. We always try to pretend it isn’t there. She was wearing that pristine, blue nylon uniform, with it’s shining cap and golden badge, sweet as can be. Her gun slung at her hip, she greeted our neighbours warmly. Longing, I'm sure, for some friendly conversation or philosophical discussion to distract from the yawning abyss before which she stood sentinel.

Nobody stayed for more than a passing pleasantry in a place like that, at the mouth of an ally where the temperature drops like the sun just went behind a cloud and the darkness waits sloshing a scant few meters away from where you stand.

It was around lunch hour, a time when I was sitting at the table back home waiting, hoping in vain that, just this one, rufus would show and eat his lunch like a good boy and talk to me about anything other than the things he saw in the dark that day.

Alice had to watch, and smile, and encourage as Rufus and a group of his little friends ran, dressed in their little swimming trunks and bathing suits, clutching pool toys in their pudgy fists, jeering past her into the darkness. The urge to stop them, to stop him was surely strong, but grandfather took manual control of her neurons as he always does and let them go.

Artificial endorphins are no replacement for the real thing. A lack of context for a burst of dopamine, serotonin and oxytocin leads to a state more suggestive of a fever dream then any true happiness or contentment. I haven’t screamed since I had grandfather installed, but I very much would like to. I never want to do anything anymore save for screaming.

Rufus, however, can scream, and that sound is what drew Alice into the alley that day. He was crying for help, only pretending as he let me know, with a giggle. He told me he saw her walk, shivering into the darkness, gun drawn, calling out for him at the edge of where the alley was flooded with black, fetid water. Rufus kept out of sight, dipping under and holding his breath when he thought she could see her, hiding behind floating piles of organic waste and discarded plastic. He told me that going into the water let him do a great gurgling pretend drowning, and that was what sent her into the water.

The water was full of trash, refuse both organic and artificial, in every possible state of rust, rot and ruin. Rufus assured me that these things “stay away” when he and his friends enter the water, but I don’t believe him. I’ve had to wash layers of reeking grime off of him more times than I can count, and anyway, where the light doesn’t touch, Grandfather doesn’t either. That’s how they get you.

You want to go in for a moment to scream, to cry, to mourn. To feel on your own terms, and then they take you. Rufus told me that Alice was making funny sounds, calling his name in a funny way, that she sounded like a dog when you poke it with something sharp. She must have been in hysterics. She had to throw her gun aside and swim because Rufus kept moving further and further away.

I asked him, with enforced placidity, why he would do that to his own mother, why he would take her from me. He was bored, he said, and so was Mr. Holes.

Grandfather once rewarded curiosity and engagement with the children’s idiosyncracies by resetting the tumors in our bodies, thus extending our lifespans. When he realised, however, that many of us were intentionally trying to avoid life extension and do everything we could to accelerate that tumor growth, an update patch was installed to allow full neurological control whenever he deemed us as being neglectful

So I asked Rufus who Mr.Holes is despite earnestly wanting to sew his mouth shut and drown him in a boiling pot of milk.

Mr. Holes lives in the pipes below the bakery. Mr. Holes has many arms and a shell on his back and a soft, squishy body with no legs and he has holes in his face that the baby worms come out of. He blows bubbles out of a big nostril on his side and when he grabbed mommy he pulled her mouth apart and the worms came out and crawled into her face and started eating her insides because Mr. Holes’ baby worms have lots of teeth.

My head hurts all the time now and I feel nothing. Grandfather must have given me brain damage trying to keep my mood stable that day and in the days that have followed, overloading my nervous system with endorphins to the point of poisoning, burnout. I can barely think now. My voice is strange, my words slurred.

I went to visit Professor Hummel today. He lives in a windmill on the hill. He told me I could talk to him about anything so I told him what Rufus told me that day when Alice died. Not even his eyes betrayed his true reaction, so great is grandfather’s hold on us all. When I finished telling him about what Rufus saw in the dark that day he asked me if I wanted to hear a strange story. I said yes, of course.

He told me about when he was on an anthropological solo expedition on Earth, researching for a book. This was many years before his enrollment in the programme and subsequent arrival to the station. He was in Africa, on the site of an early human settlement. He said that the place was mythologized as being home to a semi settled society of peace, progress, and co-operation. IT was said that they subsisted off of some animal that lived in the earth, but no trace of this animal ever showed up in archaeological digs, and no real description of it survived years of ontological decay.

The professor was shocked, however, to find that when he was alone out there, the very first day and he dug his hands into the desert soil he came across an abundance of fat, white grubs as big as the palm of your hand. Nobody had ever found anything like it in a long history of research, digs and expeditions, but he was able to find them all around him, a few inches below the dry soil.

He photographed them, catalogued them, even cooked and ate one. It tasted of prawn.

I asked him, politely, how this related to Alice’s death, and he told me that when he went to pull up another grub to eat, he found himself struggling to unearth not another 3 to 4 inch specimen as he had before, but a seemingly endless rope of fat, white flesh. As he pulled, it seemed like he was forcing something large up from beneath the ground as dozens of the smaller grubs started erupting, wriggling in panic from the ground like pus from pores.

What he pulled up was a writhing thing, he said. A black rubbery head with the impression of a human face across it, like you see on the shell of a Heikegani, which he told me is a kind of crab from japan that fishermen would throw away if they seemed to have the faces of dead samurai on their backs. Over time, they all evolved to bear this facial mark as a survival mechanism. He said the long grubs emerged from this head like the tentacles of an octopus, and as it rose from the ground it seemed to pull the sun out of the sky, day turning to night.

I asked him what happened then and he told me that he ran as far as he could, and ended up lost in the desert. The next day he got a flight home, and never finished the book. I asked what this had to do with Alice, and he looked at me in a way nobody had in years. It was a look of heartbreak, like I didn’t understand something intimate that I should have. He told me he never told anyone that story. That he was never sure if it ever really happened, but he knows it did, he was there.

Those people were so civilised, he said. Like us.

I left his house and I walked down Franklin street with it’s smell of baking bread and all my friends bustled around me. I smiled at them and they smiled at me but I didn’t speak to them. I went to the alleyway between the Mulberries bakery and Tanner’s sweet shop and I felt the warmth being sucked out of the air. Now I see the dark beyond and the edge of the water but I can’t smell the rot. Grandfather’s light keeps the air smelling of honey and hope and joy.

I want to go in there and scream. I want to go into the water and die but I know how Mr.Holes kills and I don’t want to die like that. I could find another dark place, ask Rufus to find me a monster that will kill me painlessly but he will lie to me. He will bring me somewhere worse than I could ever imagine and by the time I realise what he’s done it will be too late.

So I turn away from the darkness and face the impression of an ever setting sun, I turn myself towards home and walk. Because I love this town, and I could never, ever leave it.

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👆 and not hard and being blind is terrifying! Bill’s face plate was frozen and he was unable to see out of his helmet. Soon after this flight work began on producing a helmet that would not fog up during extreme temperature change. In Bill’s own words about the ejection.. The sound of rushing air and what sounded like straps flapping in the wind confirmed I was falling, but I couldn’t see anything. My pressure suit’s face plate had frozen over and I was staring at a layer of ice

As a Lockheed civilian test pilot flying out of Edwards Air Force Base in California, Weaver and Jim Zwayer, a recon and navigation specialist, were testing navigation and reconnisance systems in the iconic 1960s spyplane. At Mach 3.2 over the New Mexico-Texas border, the right engine experienced an “inlet unstart,” instantaneously creating a catastrophic thrust imbalance. The airplane pitched up violently. Weaver forced the stick forward and hard left, then prepared for the worst. “I knew what was gonna happen,” he says. He tried to warn Zwayer on the intercom, but double-digit Gs strangled his voice and pulled the blood from his brain.

Consciousness returned in mid-air. “I couldn’t figure out how I had gotten out of the aircraft,” Weaver says. “I knew I hadn’t activated the ejection system.” Though he couldn’t see it through his ice-coated faceplate, the small drogue parachute attached to his pack deployed and stabilized his plunge through the high-altitude atmosphere. Meanwhile, he worried that the device that automatically pops the critical main chute at 15,000 feet required initiating the ejection sequence first—a detail he never got around to before blacking out. had no idea how far I had fallen,” he recalls. As he thought about opening his iced-over faceplate, the main parachute deployed. Floating in the winter sky over a barren, high plateau, he was relieved to see Zwayer’s parachute bloom nearby. “Oh, that was a great feeling,” he says. “Because I realized we had both survived, somehow.”

Weaver soft-landed, scaring an enormous antelope from the brush and ending his first and only career parachute jump. Somehow in that remote location, a rancher spotted his descent and landed a two-seat Hughes helicopter nearby. While Weaver struggled with his pressure suit, the rancher choppered over to retrieve Jim Zwayer but returned with devastating news: Zwayer was dead. Weaver would later learn that Zwayer was killed instantly when the Blackbird disintegrated—his textbook parachute descent was entirely automated. Leaving his foreman to guard the body, the rancher provided Weaver a harrowing lift to a Tucumcari hospital, revving the little chopper past its airspeed limits as the meticulous test pilot eyed the instruments apprehensively.

The explanation for Weaver’s unassisted egress from the SR-71 became clear. The seatbelt and shoulder harness—nylon with a tensile strength of 5,000 pounds—dangled from his flightsuit, torn off where they attached to the ejection seat, which never left the aircraft. The supersonic blast during the breakup had literally ripped him out of the seat and clear of the cockpit, protected by his inflated pressure suit.

Bill Weaver returned to test flying two weeks later. That’s what you call a brave man!

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What filter is used in chemistry lab?

Filters used in chemistry labs are typically designed to remove impurities or unwanted substances from a sample or solution. The type of filter used depends on the specific application and the properties of the substances being filtered. Here are some common types of filters used in chemistry labs:

Filter paper: Filter paper is a commonly used filter in chemistry labs for the separation of solid particles from liquids. It is made from cellulose fibers and comes in different grades of porosity depending on the size of the particles being filtered.

Membrane filters: Membrane filters are thin, porous filters made from a variety of materials, such as nylon, PTFE, or cellulose acetate. They are commonly used for the sterilization of liquids or the removal of microorganisms from samples.

Syringe filters: Syringe filters are small, disposable filters that are used for the filtration of small volumes of liquid. They are typically made from a variety of materials, such as PTFE or nylon, and come in different pore sizes.

Activated carbon filters: Activated carbon filters are used to remove impurities from gases and liquids by adsorption. They are made from activated carbon, which has a large surface area and can effectively remove a wide range of contaminants.

Glass fiber filters: Glass fiber filters are used for the filtration of high-temperature liquids or for the separation of fine particles from a solution. They are made from borosilicate glass fibers and can withstand high temperatures and corrosive chemicals.

Overall, the choice of filter used in a chemistry lab depends on the specific application and the properties of the sample or solution being filtered.

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itzlizzieworld · 1 year

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Dirty Alphabets

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : None

𝐂𝐰 : Just different kinks starting from letter A to Z

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 : If you want me to make stories using any one of these kinks, dm/pm or comment :)

𝐀 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐀𝐠𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲

◈ Age play is a form of role play in which one or both partners pretend to be an age other than their own.

◈ For example ddlg is age play

𝐁 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐞

◈ This is a sex act that falls within the BDSM umbrella, which is an acronym for “bondage, discipline, dominance and submission, sadism and masochism” and a group of common sexual fantasies.

𝐂 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

◈ Traditionally, cuckolding is when a heterosexual couple agrees to both explore the turn-on of the female sleeping with other men and humiliating her male partner about the fact that she’s sleeping with someone else.

𝐃 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

◈ Dominance is one half of BDSM, the D.S. part (dominance and submission), and is all about a consensual power exchange.

𝐄 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

◈ Electrostimulation involves using the power of electricity—i.e., getting an electric shock—for kinky, sexy fun. Obviously, getting shocked can be dangerous, so electrostimulation begins to get into another type of kink called edge play, which refers to risky BDSM behavior that runs the potential of doing actual bodily harm.

𝐅 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐭 𝐅𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐦

◈ Someone with a foot fetish is literally turned on by feet—thinking about them, touching them, seeing them—and could potentially get off on everything feet.

𝐆 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐆𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠

◈ Gagging refers to lightly choking on an object to the point of making gagging sounds.

𝐇 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

◈ A common example of humiliation is name-calling and verbal abuse.

𝐈 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲

◈ Impact play refers to the use of hands, paddles, whips, or whatever you have around your house to hit the body.

𝐉 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐉𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐞

◈ Japanese bondage is one variety of bondage that is typically done with rope.

𝐊 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐊𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚

◈ Klismaphilia is a Greek word that means “arousal by enemas.” If you’re not familiar, an enema is a medical device that squirts water slightly warmer than body temperature into your anus.

𝐋 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬

◈ Consent is paramount in kink. If you’re just getting started, or want to slowly introduce BDSM into an existing relationship, both you and your partner should make a list of your soft and hard limits.

𝐌 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐦

◈ Masochism is deriving pleasure from the high sensation most often referred to as pain, be that physical or emotional.

𝐍 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐍𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐬

◈ One with a nylon fetish may enjoy the look and feeling of toes, feet, and legs wrapped tightly in nylon stockings.

𝐎 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐎𝐛𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐦 𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲

◈ Objectum sexuality—a.k.a. a fetish—refers to a sexual relationship or attraction to an inanimate object.

𝐏 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐅𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐦

◈ Sexual attraction to a pregnant person. Some partners may indeed discover they have one when their partner is expecting, but others are attracted to the rotund pregnant belly regardless of whose body or baby it is.

𝐐 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚

◈ A specific fetish for hands is referred to as quirofilia.

𝐑 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲

◈ Role playing is another common kink, which involves people taking on characters outside of their day-to-day lives as part of a sex scene.

𝐒 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚

Those with spectrophilia report a sexual attraction, relationships, or sexual encounters with ghosts who come and have hot sex with them at night.

𝐓 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬

◈ It’s hot, not only because it’s so foreign and forbidden but, according to some experts, because it fulfills some other pretty classic fantasy tropes, like bondage and multiple penetration.

𝐔 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐔𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚

◈ Urophilia is a fancy name for watersports, golden showers, or the more direct name, pee play.

𝐕 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐕𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦

◈ A voyeur is someone who derives sexual pleasure from watching others get it on.

𝐖 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐩

◈ Whip is commonly used as an umbrella term for all impact play tools, though it technically refers to an item with a thinner body that produces more of a “stingy” sensation.

𝐗 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐗𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚

◈ A kink for nature. People of this category enjoy having sex outside. For example, in a forest, meadow, by a lake, or at the seaside.

𝐘 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐧𝐢 𝐄𝐠𝐠

◈ A yoni egg is an egg-shaped device worn inside the vagina typically as part of pelvic floor exercises.

𝐙 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐙𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫

◈ Zapper is a cute nickname for an electro-wand that is used as part of electrostimulation

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