#Engineering Devices

[weakestcreature]

what in the world

[wolfram-but-art]

Here is an ask: You should draw one of the tf2 mercs like one of these, for the memes 🤑🙏‼️

only did one but i think it's still good

[glassofoj-twitter]

Post part 3, please wake up (read tags for more info)

[taraxippos]

I get this post is semi-facetious and that the quality of google search results has absolutely fucking plummeted in the past decade but damn it's still not that hard to get good results if you have really basic search engine problem solving skills. Just scroll past the 'AI overview' refine your question a couple times you'll be fine

[multiheadcanons]

MERCS AS SUNRISES

scout: a sunrise that doesn’t pan out the way you would think. thick, rolling clouds obscuring the more favorable conditions to create the pinks and oranges of a photogenic sunrise, but as the sun climbs higher over the horizon, the dazzling yellow rays that shine through each is enough to wake you. the kinds of sunrises where when a beam of sunshine hits you it felt it was made just for you. the sky is a brilliant, clear blue in minutes. it turns into a picturesque morning, regardless of where you are.

soldier: a sunrise from a cruel sun, most normally found in summers. the kind that, throughout the night you look up and see clouds rolling in and hope for an overcast day to break the heat wave, but as the sun rises it completely eradicates each and every cloud, leaving unbearably hot, humid mornings. the kind where you can tell from the reflection of the sun on your neighbor’s windows it may not be a good day to be outside. but somehow you will end up there.

pyro: a sunrise that comes during a wildfire. it’s red, and smoky, and it’s hard to breathe outside. the kinds of sunrises where you can’t see them, but your heart swells, then drops at the lack of the sound of wildlife. you hope they make it to safety. and as you quietly mutter a prayer, or words of manifestation for their safety, you are hit with the sudden question. what about your safety? how will you get out of this? is there a way out? you are sure there is. we are in too modern of a time for you to not have a way out. but the question will never leave you as you check your go bag. it looks like an apocalypse out there. hell is on your doorstep. you can only hope everyone makes it to safety. including yourself.

demo: vivid, bright sunrises. where the clouds all combine with the sky to give a kaleidoscope of colors. the kind where you step out of your door and are washed in a periwinkle, and if you wait a little longer the periwinkle changes to shades of purple you couldn’t sit down and recreate with the highest tech lightboard and the creativity and time of god and the eyes of a mantis shrimp. the sunrises that make you think that maybe all of the struggle is worth it to see sunrises like this. and maybe it is.

heavy: the sunrises that come after a nightly rain. as the sun rises, the rain softens. leaving you to rise to a wet, muggy morning. that smells of teeming life and plant matter. in cooler weather, you may even get a mist, or a fog that morning. the kinds that you feel you can wander into your front yard and get lost in. the clouds may never truly leave, but the rain is quiet, less aggressive. and for that day, that will do.

engineer: them good sunrises. the ones that literally stun you, the ones where you let out a “gah DAMN!”. bright and vivid and beautiful, everything is awash in pink. pinks warmer than the brightest flower. you are pink. and the sun is the bloodiest orange you’ve ever seen. and the clouds look painted, good god. big bellows of low, lazy drifting clouds dyed pinks and oranges you never thought possible. the kinds of sunrises that by all means had to be created by someone.

medic: hazy and orange. the kind where the sun looks red and it doesn’t hurt to stare at. passing slowly through something you can’t tell from the distance is mist, or cloud, or smog. the sunrise you wake early for no reason to watch, and as you watch it develop you feel the primal urge to take cover. today, mother nature decided she will not be kind. the clouds move slow, to the point where you’re not sure if they’re moving. but they have to be. because it’s only getting darker as the sun climbs higher. it must be a storm on the way. but you just don’t know.

sniper: the kind of sunrise that has you begging for less clouds. the kind where you look up and you see the whispers of pink and purple and blue from between the thicket of clouds. but as the sun continues to rise, there is no color. it’s almost as though you imagined it. just clouds that give you the heavy reminder that they would crush you if they were affected by the earth’s gravity any more than they already are. and so many anviled clouds in the sky, daring to drop whatever they hold alongside themselves. but not a drop of rain to speak of.

spy: a sunrise where it seems like no matter how late you stay up, you are never awake to see the clouds form and cover what could be another sunny day. but, if you’re lucky enough, you get to watch the rain begin. and as the sun climbs higher, the rain gets harder. it stops getting brighter after a while, as the storm clouds continue to roll deeper inland. a breath of fresh air the first few times. until they just don’t stop. these make for wretched afternoons. you stare at stars with the feeling that they wait for everyone to sleep to beckon the clouds in. it almost makes you want to stay up all night, if that keeps the clouds away. like catching santa. but you just can’t stay awake long enough, and you rest, turbulent as the clouds sneak in once again, its thunder dully rumbling before it rises everyone in the early hours of the morn.

[sandinmybed]

i really enjoy how much they've played with ncuti's hair styling for this doctor

[stone-cold-groove]

Image detail from the IBM System/360 sales brochure - 1964.

[septemberlikestea]

my funniest hk opinion is that the white palace we visit is exactly as it was in the waking world. the saws were there.

[asmolwatermelondog]

[uwudonoodle]

We were playing Oracle of Ages, when Link got a prophecy about his future.

And the foreshadowing... 👀

[wolfeyedwitch]

(Continued from here!)

"Poppet?" Phoenix asks uncertainly. They look scared.

"I'm sorry, I- I didn't mean, I-"

Phoenix squeezes their hand where they're still holding it. They understand why Poppet's scared, Abbie would punish them if they used their camouflage incorrectly or without permission, she doesn't like it, but Zera just thanked them, it was a good thing, they stopped them being injured. They're alright.

"Really, Poppet. Thank you. I could've been seriously hurt if it wasn't for you."

Poppet's looking a little green. More than a little, actually, and Zera's eyes widen at the same time as Phoenix realises. They port across the room, thrusting the bin under Poppet's mouth just in time.

Phoenix stands there uncertainly. They're not sure what they can do to help. They just know that Poppet is very scared and they don't like it.

"They, um, I don't think Foxfire is going to hurt you," they murmur. They know how unusual it is not to get hurt but Zera really doesn't seem like they will. They haven't so far anyway. Phoenix is still trying not to think about tomorrow and Abbie. "You're, um, you're okay."

"You're absolutely okay," Zera says, trying to sound as reassuring as possible. "I'm not going to hurt you. No one is going to hurt you."

They say the words to Bailey, but they mean it for both of them. Phoenix's words, how fast they came to the conclusion that Bailey was afraid of being hurt for using their powers, were scaring the shit out of Zera. Honestly, at this point? Zera thinks the other hero shouldn't be returned to their team until this is cleared up.

"I'm going to go get rid of this, and I'll be back in less than 30 seconds. Can you count that out for me?" Zera asks. Hopefully giving them a specific task will help keep them from spiraling further into panic. "Firebird, watch over them until I get back. Like I said, I'll be fast."

Zera has officially gotten past the point of being able to handle this solo. They are calling in backup.

They port out to the garage. They land in their designated spot, the area outlined with their signature bright blue. Dropping the trash can, they turn to the camera and start signing as they speak.

"Attention," they say, making the sign that will alert Iris's programs that she needs to look at this feed ASAP. "Backup needed in medbay. Send Tempest and Airmid soft-entrance. Postpone pickup for Firebird."

They make sure to use everyone's codename-signs rather than personal name-signs, emphasizing that this is a hero-related matter rather than any off-duty one, and specify a soft entrance so that, hopefully, the two heroes arriving wouldn't scare the twitchy patients any more than they already were. And while Zera doesn't technically have the authority to say Phoenix should stay with them for longer, Elijah and Maeve are both already a little worried with how the young hero is acting. Zera's input about what they've seen tonight will just be the icing on the cake.

They don't have time to explain in any more detail. They need to get back to the medbay before Phoenix and Bailey manage to— Zera didn't even know, but they definitely didn't want the two alone for any longer than necessary. They sign one last thing to the camera before porting back.

They put their right hand in a thumbs-up sign on top of their flattened left hand, and drag the whole sign towards themself.

Help me.

[nanotechnologyworld]

In environmental technology, self-cleaning surfaces could reduce maintenance costs and improve performance in sectors such as solar panels and water-repellent coatings. In the biomedical field, liquid-repellent materials could help develop medical devices that resist bacterial build-up, improving hygiene and patient safety.

[randominteresting]

It's a sperm extracting machine..

[montygatorguy]

currently working on revival electra backstory for fun

[meatwadsolaris]

Someone explain to me what a labubu is