#Coil Core

[coilcore]

Transformer Solutions - Coil Core

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[saetiate]

thinking of the words rooted shorelight. lighthouse home. porch lights that turn on the minute you park. anchor hearts. I don’t know. something about a home that is so stable you don’t ever have to worry about it.

[veilofink]

I would love to make goth friends if anyone was interested 🥹 I love gothic metal music like Lacuna Coil, Type O Negative, and Within Temptation. My style leans to romantic goth or vampire goth most of the time! I’d love to exchange music and fashion tips 🖤 (Anyone over 18 would be great!)

[citrusai]

some shippers when solas has had important relationships from thousands of years ago and he can't just forgive himself for failing those closest to him then and go "okie dokie!" when his wife tells him he can come back home

[spocksmalewife]

19/07/25

[tiktaaliker]

guy with a story that has 7 billion characters: what if i made. more characters

[sw5w]

Maul Falls

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 02:04:25

[srjsteel]

Best TMT Bars Are Only As Strong As Their HR Coil Base

The Backbone Beneath the Bars

Behind every resilient TMT bar lies a silent contributor: the HR coil. Often overshadowed by the shine of finished steel products, hot-rolled coils are where real strength is forged. Construction professionals know that the durability of a structure isn’t just about the visible elements—it begins with what goes into shaping them. That includes the HR coil, binding wire, and even how these materials interact with each other throughout the supply chain.

It Starts with the Right Coil: Material Makes the Difference

Not all HR coils are created equal. Their composition, surface finish, and thickness tolerance directly influence the metallurgical properties of the best TMT bar that will be produced from them. A high-quality HR coil ensures superior elasticity and bendability—traits essential when the bar is expected to handle seismic loads or support multi-story construction.

Lower-grade coils, on the other hand, often result in TMT bars with inconsistent strength zones, leading to micro-cracks and structural failures under stress. It’s here that the importance of sourcing from reputed mills becomes a non-negotiable standard.

The Missing Link Most Buyers Ignore

Many contractors focus solely on the specifications of the finished TMT bars, assuming that if the diameter and strength meet IS standards, the job is done. But they overlook the foundational role of HR coils in defining the TMT bar’s grain structure, fatigue resistance, and bonding capabilities with concrete.

Even premium binding wire—used extensively to tie rebar cages and mesh—relies on similar quality standards. If the wire or bar is produced from inferior HR coil stock, it compromises the overall reinforcement system’s cohesion, especially during load transfer in beams and columns.

Consistency Matters: Why HR Coil Uniformity Can't Be Compromised

When a construction project demands uniformity in strength and performance, HR coil quality consistency becomes critical. Coils that vary in thickness, scale, or carbon content create TMT bars that can’t guarantee predictable load-bearing capacities.

This is especially dangerous in regions prone to high winds, floods, or earthquakes. Structural engineers know that even the best TMT bar will underperform if born from substandard HR coils. The coil’s chemistry affects how the bar reacts during thermo-mechanical treatment, impacting everything from the martensite formation in the outer surface to the ferrite-pearlite core.

Steel That Talks: Testing Isn’t Optional

Before TMT bars hit the construction site, they undergo testing. But truly dependable bars are traceable back to tested HR coils. Reputable manufacturers maintain test certificates, spectroanalysis reports, and rolling logs that verify each coil’s origin, heat treatment, and mechanical properties.

On the other hand, bars without this traceability, even if they appear identical, may fail under pressure. It’s like choosing a vehicle by its paint job while ignoring the engine under the hood.

The Chain Reaction: How One Weak Link Destroys Structural Integrity

Consider this: a building’s frame is only as strong as its reinforcement grid. If the binding wire slips or the TMT bar fails under stress, there’s no second chance. Most of these failures originate at the metallurgical level—in the quality of the HR coil used.

Many builders opt for the best TMT bar from trusted names but still purchase cheaper, low-tensile binding wire. This mismatch creates an unbalanced reinforcement system where the bar holds, but the wire snaps—leading to cage collapse or crack propagation in RCC members.

Conclusion: Strong Buildings Begin Before the First Brick

Durability doesn’t start at the construction site. It starts at the rolling mill, where HR coils set the tone for every structural product that follows. Whether it’s the best TMT bar or reliable binding wire, their potential is only as strong as the coil they came from.

For anyone serious about long-lasting, disaster-resistant construction, overlooking HR coil quality is not just a technical flaw—it’s a structural gamble.

[themslash]

dude... fucking 読書ノススメ。do the other freaks who like with My Books that i do not interact with bc if someone gets something different out of them i start biting people... um... do they know about 読書ノススメ

[4t0mus]

ask game! list five of your favorite songs, then send this ask to the last ten people in your notifications

Omg huge music freak over here!! Ik it’s an ask game and stuff but like if anyone wants to talk music w me anytime then please do i’m open to pretty much anything but country (no shade, just not my thing) and i looove finding new artists to listen to!!

Also if anyone wants some music recommendations, feel free to ask me as well!! :) just like tell me a genre and some other artists you like and i’ll be able to give out some recs.

Anyways so here’s for the actual list!! 1 - Oxygen - Lacuna Coil

2 - Wintry Heart - Sirenia

3 - Ins Niemandsland - Kanonenfieber

4 - On leur a fait croire - Alex Nevsky

5 - Cocainium - Baroness

Please come talk music w me i might yap but i don’t bite!!!

[coilcore]

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[yuliciagaming]

answered a lore question about a character i like on reddit and the op responded with 'wow that was a really specific answer, thank you!' Devastating.

[zomgcaleb]

NSFW— minors do not interact

cw— creampie

thinking abt Caleb’s big dick </3

you want to blame it on him, say it’s his fault and swear that he does it on purpose. but you know he’s not. he can’t help it that he’s so deliciously hung.

somehow he manages to tuck it into his pants in just the right way that leaves you wondering, but behind closed doors when the day is said and done it’s like he sets it loose. he walks around in his boxers or a baggy pair of pj pants, ones that barely contain the sizable bulge that tents under his waistband.

he’s not trying to seduce you but it works all the same.

you almost feel bad when he catches you ogling him. those pretty purple puppy dog eyes gaze down at you with a sinful innocence that makes you huff.

it’s thick and heavy. so so heavy it makes you drool just thinking about the feeling of it in your hands. it stands tall and proud and so pathetically hard for you. it’s pretty. so pretty in the way it seems to challenge you when it twitches and bobs for your attention.

he knows it’s big but he doesn’t know it’s big. he’s just been hauling it around with him all this time not knowing how full it’d make you. how you cry and push your palm against his abs as he humps in and out of you.

“too much too much!” you’d slur into the sheets and he wouldn’t know what to do. is his dick not supposed to be this big?? is he hurting you?? is it normal to feel every twitch and clench of your pussy from all sides like he is right now?? because it’s making him lose his damn mind.

“are you okay? d-does it hurt?” his voice is light but rough as if it was ripped from his diaphragm. the fingers that hold your waist tighten and dip into your skin as he forces himself to slow down.

you pant absentmindedly in response. your core burns violently in the best way possible. Caleb hits every spot all at once and each thrust stretches you out so good. his cock head kisses your g spot so firmly yet so tender, sending you spiraling into a filthy mess. he’s not even going as hard as you told him to and you’re about to cum all over him anyway.

“pips.” he calls. the bed dips beside your head as he leans over you, pressing a loving kiss to your temple and nuzzling into your cheek with his nose. your cunt hasn’t stopped trying to suck him in and he whines and whimpers into your neck in feeble resistance.

“i’m here. just—Caleb, you’re so biggg.” you drawl. “you give it to me so good can’t take it.”

he pulls away to look at you and his lips part to speak but the sexiest moan rips from his throat to interrupt him as you rut your hips back into him. his girthy length slides and catches on all the right ridges and you cry in ecstasy.

the coil in his abdomen suddenly snaps and he’s pumping the fattest of loads right into your womb and you feel it in your throat, the addicting heat swirls in your stomach and the gift keeps giving. it starts to spurt and leak, leaving a milky ring around the base of him, some spilling out to stain the sheets. ‘i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry’ his lips brush the shell of your ear as he chants and his chest presses into your back to anchor you.

all you can hear is the deafening squelching of his seed getting fucked into you and his pitchy wails of your name.

no wonder he’s so big. he’s just so full of creamy white love for you can you feel it? you’ll take it all for him right? :(

[kaitoru]

“Mmm, c’mon, baby, you feelin’ that?” his thick cock lunges deep inside you a beat splitting you wide, each thrust a shock to your trembling core.

you moaned a jagged, desperate yelp fingers gripping the sheets, your body shuddering under his brutal rhythm. “satoru—shit!” your cry shattered, voice crumbling as tears prick, his size stretching you raw.

his hips smash forward, abs slamming your thighs, a feral pulse to wring those loud sounds he’s starved for. “c’mon now,” he snarls, lips skimming your neck.

“you got more noise in ya, dontcha?” he rams harder, cock grinding deep, hitting that spot that rips a scream, a wet, choked sob bursting free.

“satoru—fuck, slow—!” you pantied voice a frayed plea “slow? sorry baby, i need you wailing” he taunts, his hands digged into your waist, yanking you back, spearing you on his cock, bed groaning like it’s gonna break.

“fuuuuck—satoru!” your voice snaps, nails clawing his arms, climax coiling tight ready to blow, he growls, a hungry snap, breath ragged as your sounds drive him wild.

“mmm, there’s my girl,” he gasped, eyes slitted, one final, thrust, and you’re lost, orgasm erupting, as you cum, pussy clenching him like a vice.

he moans, hips jerking as he pours into you.

he crashes beside you, breath heaving, lips nipping your tear streaked jaw. “damn, baby,” he breathed out kissing your tears.

“loud as fuck.”

୨୧ 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝

[byfawn]

you stumble into the bathroom without thinking and come across a wet and naked simon in the shower.

you’d been following simon’s scent—warm, earthy, mixed with cigarettes and something darkly sweet—without even thinking, your instincts pulled you toward him like a magnet. the bathroom door was cracked open, steam curling out in lazy tendrils, and before you could stop yourself, you peeked inside.

and there he was.

naked under the spray, water cascading down his huge frame, over the thick cords of muscle on his arms, the broad planes of his chest. his skin was glistening and littered with scars. your breath hitched, ears twitching forward despite yourself.

but then your gaze dropped lower.

your ears pinned back, eyes widening. you’d never seen a man like this before—not fully, not real. the lab had kept you isolated, ignorant, but your body knew, reacting before your mind could catch up.

he was big. everywhere. thick thighs, a stomach ridged with muscle, and between his legs—

your mouth went dry.

his cock hung heavy, half-hard already, the water making his skin glisten. you could see the veins, the way it twitched slightly under the spray. something hot and unfamiliar coiled low in your belly, your own body betraying you as warmth pooled between your legs. your pulse thrummed there, aching, and you pressed your thighs together instinctively.

then he shifted, turning slightly, and you saw everything—the heavy swell of his balls, the dark hair at the base, the way his thighs flexed as he reached for the soap.

your body locked up, heat flooding your cheeks, your ears burning. but the worst part was the way the sensitive little spot between your legs deliciously throbbed in time with your racing heartbeat.

you could smell him from here—musky, masculine, something primal that made your instincts scream. your thighs pressed together, but it only made the ache worse. you wanted—needed—him.

you should’ve left. you knew you should’ve left.

but then he tilted his head back under the water, his hand sliding down his stomach, and—

he stilled sensing your presence.

his head snapped toward you, eyes locking onto yours through the steam. for a heartbeat, neither of you moved.

“fuck.”

he grabbed a towel, but it was too late. you’d already seen. already felt the way your body reacted to him. your tail puffed up, your ears flattening as you scrambled back, heart pounding. but even as you ran, your body burned, your core clenching around nothing, your mind full of nothing but him.

you didn’t get far.

a large, wet hand wrapped around your wrist, tugging you back. simon’s breath was ragged, his grip firm but not painful. “look at me, kitten.”

you did.

his pupils were blown wide, his jaw tight. his thumb brushed over your pulse point, slow, deliberate. “what were you doin’ peekin’ where you shouldn’t, huh?”

you had no answer. only the throbbing between your legs and the way your body needed in a way you didn’t understand.

find more of this adorable duo here!

[holeforzenin]

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ACCIDENTALLY CALLING TOJI “DAD” DURING SEX

Tw - DAD kink, established relationship, father figure Toji kinda, Age gap (early 20s, late 30s) Not proofread.

A/n - Hey so! This is fiction :Þ

You're gasping beneath him, every shaky breath snagging in your throat as your thighs locks tighter around his waist. Your arms are thrown up above your head as his heavy weight keeps you pinned to the mattress. It's suffocating in the best kind of way possible.

He’s all thick muscles and warmth, every inch of him pressing down hard like he’s trying to brand you with his weight. His skin’s damp with sweat, warm and gritty and he smells like cedar, smoke and something darker— like lust soaked into sun-baked skin.

The sound of your whimpers echoes under the hum of the ceiling fan, paired with the dull thumb of the headboard rocking against the wall. Toji's grunting lowly in your ear, rough voice thick with the kind of tired huskiness that makes your stomach coil.

“Such a needy fucking thing, huh?” he pants, teeth grazing your earlobe before he gently licks at it. “Couldn't even wait for me to get home. Practically jumped me soon as I walked through the door”.

You had to, you spent the whole day alone, overthinking and fidgeting and yearning for him to get home, you're always so good for him, so quiet and well-behaved until you're not. Until you're climbing into his lap while he still has dust on his hands and grease under his fingernails. You'd kissed him without thinking, your breath shaky, hands clumsy, and your thighs already sticky where your shorts pressed into your core.

And now, you're all soaked and stretched, your hips twitching each time he thrusts into you. His hand is on your throat, not squeezing, just resting— enough to make you feel owned by him. His thumb strokes the side of your neck like he's calming a wild thing.

“You always get like this when I'm gone, don't you?” he murmurs, eyes locked into yours. “like you miss me too much that you don't know what to do with yourself”.

You nod stupidly, glossy lips parted— your tongue caught between your teeth as you try to form words but they're foggy and melting away under his pleasurable rhythm. You clutch his back like you're trying to hug him, blunt nails digging into the hard, flexing muscles and your voice is a broken whisper—

“Please, please, I— Toji, I need—”

“Mmm? Need what, sweetheart?” he coos, cruel and gentle all at once, his face just mere inches away from yours. “Tell me. C'mon, don't go dumb on me now”.

You try, you really do but your mind's spinning, undone by how deep he is, how close he’s finally holding you, how safe and filthy it all feels. You wrap your arms around his neck like it'll keep you grounded, your forehead pressing into his shoulder while tears burn at the corners of your eyes, voice shaking as it slips out:

“Please, Dad—!”

The whole room freezes and goes cold. Your breath catches and you're eyes go wide, mortified as ever. Even the ceiling fan seems to stop spinning for a second.

Toji stops moving— not fully but his hips are still, his cock buried to the base inside you, just marinating in your warmth while your slick clings onto his shaft. You can feel the way his cock suddenly twitches at the word. His sharp eyes find yours immediately.

His lips curl into a taunting smirk, his eyes gleaming with something smug and confident. “Huh?” he drawls, low and amused. “What was that?”

You immediately panic, your face burning with embarrassment. “I— I didn't mean, shit I didn't—”

He chuckles at how eagerly you're trying to defend yourself. A rumbling chuckle, his nose brushing yours as he leans down to your face. “You calling me dad now, kid?”. He murmurs, hot breath against your lips.

You squirm under him, shaking your head furiously, wishing you could go by in time and change it. “It was an accident! I swear—”

“Accident, huh?” he softly kisses your cheek, nips it then coasts down to your jaw. “You sure about that? Sure you didn't just let that pretty little mouth slip ‘cause I fuck you better than any little boy your age ever could?”

You're still shaking your head, tears spilling now from shame and pleasure and the overwhelming intimacy of it. He's everywhere— rough voice in your ear, chest smushed against yours, cock thick and pulsing inside you.

“Poor thing,”he whispers. “You thinking about that? Thinking about how I take care of you? Pay your rent. Fix your car. Feed you. Fuck you”.

“Toji— please, don't—”

“Dad, huh?” he murmurs again, rolling his hips once, hard enough to make you cry out. “Y'know, I am kinda like a father figure to you, ain't I?”

He reaches between you, thumb rubbing circles over your clit now, voice a soft mocking croon in your ear. “You get all bratty when I'm not around. Need me to put you in your place. Want my attention. Cry when I don't give it to you”. his hips start rolling against you again.

“Sound a lot like a needy little girl who wants her dad's approval”.

You're sobbing now, your hips jerking and toes curling against his lower back, overwhelmed by shame and pleasure to the point where you're completely ruined. “Say it again,” he breathes. “C'mon. You said it once— say it like you mean it”.

You try to resist— teeth sinking into your lip so hard you could taste blood but your body betrays you. You're shaking under him, soaked and desperate to cum, desperate to finish all over his cock but he's not letting up— he'll drag this out until you break.

So you do end up breaking.

“Please, Dad,” you whisper, voice cracking, cheeks wet with tears. “Please, I wanna cum!”.

He growls, leaning down to kiss your forehead, sounding proud and satisfied. “There's my girl”.

And then he fucks into you harder— deep, punishing thrusts that knock the breath from your lungs. His hand clamps around your throat, not too tight but just enough to make your head spin. He’s mouthing at your neck, all teeth and tongue, sucking marks into your skin like he’s branding you.

“Begging your dad to cum— fucking hell, you're so messed up, darling,” he groans, sounding very very proud despite his words. “But that's okay. I'll take care of you. Always do. Now I get why you're always clinging onto me and looking at me as if I hung the damn moon”.

You came undone with the next thrust, your body convulsing and teeming as pleasure rips through every nerve. You sob his name— or maybe “Dad” again— you can't even tell anymore because you can't think straight nor even breathe properly.

He follows moments later, groaning your name like a prayer. Maybe the name “dad” got to his head because now his swollen cockhead is leaking into your womb and filling you up with his seed like he owns you and plans on planting a baby inside you.

After he pulls out, he gently presses a kiss to your forehead, his lips warm and tender against your skin. His arms wrap around you, pulling you close to his warm chest and you let yourself melt into him, too tired and sore to even think about moving. The exhaustion weighs heavily on your limbs but his warmth keeps you anchored in place.

“Dad, huh?” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing, a smirk dancing against your hair. “Might have to get that in writing”. You groan into his shoulder, a mix of exhaustion and frustration creeping into the sound but it only makes him laugh— a warm, smug sound that rumbles through his chest. His arms tighten around you, and you can feel the slight smugness in his grin, knowing full well how much he enjoys teasing you.