#Flatbed Printing

[gaydryad]

I should go back and digitally finish some collages......

[clonerightsagenda]

Between allergies and exhaustion my visual floaters have been really bad lately, and several times I thought I saw tall dark figures standing by the printer/copier. This is likely because students are frequently standing at the printer, so my brain tried to make sense of a floater that way. However it is also possible that the library ghost is very excited by 21st century scanning capabilities.

[wwwhographgr]

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[processzine-org]

// glitch lab kit (upd) 31/5/25 — thermal print manifest, mirrored in time.

Devices here. Devices en route. Sound, scan, light, signal, rupture.

Each one a portal. Each one a wound.

Documenting the residue of reality through failing formats, found media, and repurposed tech.

[frizichiby]

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[robsheridan]

photon decay 001 / 002. Scanner glitch art created by manually dragging materials through an old broken flatbed scanner (the same scanner I used to make glitch textures in the Nine Inch Nails With Teeth album art).

After a lot of work trying to get them right, I’ve finally translated these two pieces into new prints, and I’m excited to drop them today.

Personally signed/numbered museum quality fine art archival matte giclée prints, limited to 30 pieces. Made and shipped worldwide direct from my home studio.

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[that-girl-from-nicu]

Saving the Saviour - Part 4

Stars collide

Song inspo: By Your Side - J Seasons (Robby slow danced with you at midnight one time with this playing. It was the first time he told you he loved you)

Warnings: fluff. $ex in nature. A diamond ring. Fire (contained campfire). Robby being an absolute dreamboat of a man.

Scene: fem reader and Robby head to his cabin for a few days of blissful escape, and become closer than ever before.

"I read there's a meteor shower tonight", Michael spoke over your road trip playlist, pulling your attention from the beautiful forest scenery out the passenger window of his truck.

"Oh yeah?"

"I thought instead of the hike, we could take my truck up to the lookout and watch it from the flatbed". He had one hand on the steering wheel and gave your thigh a gentle squeeze with the other.

"Ooo you could build us a little fire to make hot chocolate and s'mores!" You leaned across the seat to plant a kiss on his cheek as he leaned into you, "shirtless please" your murmured in his ear.

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The ride from your shared apartment to his cabin in the woods took a little more than two hours. Michael kept his hand on your thigh the entire way, occasionally thumbing the fabric of your shorts or playing with the hem.

That was just one of the many things about Michael that you loved; whenever you were in his reach, he would make contact with you absent-mindedly. Lightly grazing your ass with his fingers as he walked past you in the kitchen. Cupping the small of your back with one hand while you bushed your teeth together in the bathroom. Lazily drawing circles on your arm as you cuddled up watching a movie on the couch. It wasn't sexual, it was a reflex. It was adoring. It was a need for him and a want for you.

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You pulled up to the cabin at four in the afternoon. Tyres on gravel announcing your arrival to the vacant premises.

Michael grabbed your bags and you unlocked the door. The inside of the cabin was like the inside of Michael's mind. Sophisticated but down to earth. Rugged wood and leather furniture. Home printed, half-read medical journals making appearances on small tables and the kitchen bench. The bed was creaky but the mattress was like a cloud.

You opened the windows to let in the beautiful, clean air. Michael met you at a window as you took in the view of the woods. One arm slipped around your waist and he pulled your hair from your neck and kissed it. "I love bringing you here".

"It's beautiful", you turned in his arms and rose to your toes to kiss his lips.

"So are you", his hand cupped your cheek and he returned the kiss right back to you.

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It was unspoken that you'd be sleeping the night under the stars. You packed Michael's truck together. A blow up mattress, blankets, lanterns, match sticks and other various supplies for the night ahead.

You left together for the ten minute drive an hour before sunset. The bumpy, steep terrain making you grateful that Michael had cancelled the hike.

The truck came to a stop at an open clearing. You stepped out, totally unprepared for the sight in front of you.

Rolling hills covered in redgum trees. A lake below glistening in the late afternoon sun.

You turned to Michael. "What do you think?" he asked, but you couldn't reply.

He walked to you with a smile on his face, wrapping his arms around your waist as you stared into his brown eyes with him towering over you.

"Speechless. Never thought I'd see the day" he laughed as he planted a soft kiss on your forehead.

"I'm going to start us a fire before the sun goes down" he said, stepping back from you and removing his slate grey v-neck tshirt, eyes filled with a slight heat. You placed your hands on his chest, thrilled by the feeling of his muscular front. Moving your hands down to trace the 'V' at his waist with your thumbs, you gave a light kiss to his sternum and walked to the truck to prepare set up for the night.

You'd made something of a bed throne within fifteen minutes and you were pretty impressed with yourself. You turned to face Michael and a heat filled your belly at the sight of him. The sun was setting and he was chopping wood. His strong arms raising above his head, coming crashing down to cut the wood with the sharp axe as one bent leg held the log in place. He was God-like. Chiselled from something heavenly.

You sat on the tailgate, elbows on your knees and chin in your palms, dreamily watching your man work to keep you both warm tonight.

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The fire was crackling as the last slither of sunlight sunk behind the mountains. Michael's washed jeans hung at his hips, secured by the brown leather belt that matched his eyes. The waistband of his boxers peaked over the top of the denim, and you felt like a lusting teenager again.

He walked toward you, still sitting on the tailgate, and handed you a warm mug of hot chocolate before leaning his hip against the truck and taking a sip of his own.

It was delicious. Michael was proficient in the kitchen which was sexy as hell but also incredibly fortunate, as a skilled vet could have saved the roast chicken you attempted to cook that one time. You both spent forty-eight hours with your heads in the toilet and he made you promise never to cook again.

The hot chocolate warmed your insides, but so did Michael's eyes on you. There was something extra endearing about the way he looked at you that night.

The sky turned pitch black, save for the speckled stars and the moon which he had obviously hung high in the blackness just for you.

Michael lay on his back on the mattress, and you lay with your head on his stomach, knees bent and feet resting on the edge of the truck tray. One of his fingers found your collarbone and gently traced it.

You were looking at the stars but he was looking at you. You turned to meet his eyes "this is perfect," you said with love.

"Mmm. Almost perfect. There's something missing". His eyes searched yours and his hand slipped into his pocket, returning with that small, blue, velvet box just out of your sight.

"What's missing?" you asked as your heart fluttered a little, wondering if this was the moment.

"Your answer", he said as he bought the box into your field of vision and flicked it open with his thumb.

You sat up, and so did he. He scooted closer behind you, swept back your hair, kissed your shoulder and bought his hands around you, holding the ring in front of you. You turned your head to meet his eyes on yours. Those beautiful dark brown eyes filled with equal parts hope and fear, and slightly damp. Tears built in your own eyes.

"Love was just a word to me, until you gave it meaning three years ago. I love you. You are the best thing that has ever been mine. Will you be my wife?"

Tears spilled from your eyes and your lips met his in the most beautiful kiss; tender and warm and life changing. He tasted like that perfectly made hot chocolate.

"I'd love to if you'll have me", you said quietly and with such warmth that Michael melted into your forehead.

He took the ring from the box and carefully slid it onto your finger where it fit snugly as though it was made for you. It was beautiful. Unique. Delicate but strong. It had a romantic feel and a solid weight to it. The diamonds sparkled in the light of the moon and you shared another gentle kiss with Michael.

He broke the kiss and again reached into his pocket, a little unsure of himself this time as he fumbled to find the words while rubbing the back of his neck. "Dana told me NICU nurses can't wear rings. If you do want to wear it, I thought it might look nice on this chain", he offered you a small box, and you opened it to find a fine necklace.

"You are so thoughtful", you said, taking the necklace from the box and securing it around your neck.

"The ring should sit roughly at the centre of your heart", he said with a boyish smile.

You laid down together again, this time your head in the nook between his shoulder and his neck. The soft, warm spot that you swore heaven had created just for you. Your hand found the other side of his neck and you stayed there together, swapping loving strokes on each other as you watched the stars shoot across the sky.

Thirty minutes had passed in blissful silence. Everything had been said. Nothing remained but your two hearts beating in sync and the crackle of the camp fire twenty feet away.

"Now THIS is perfect", Michael broke the silence with a kiss on your head.

"Mmm, not quite", you quickly rose from his chest and swung a leg over him, lifting your tshirt off in one smooth action.

Michael looked at you hungrily but with extreme love in his eyes. He sat up to capture your lips in a kiss. "What on earth could make this more perfect?", he kissed into your neck.

You grabbed his hair and pulled him to meet your eyes, no space between you.

"Me riding you under the stars wearing nothing but my ring and necklace?"

Michael's eyes darkened and in no time at all, you were both bare. Your skin cool from the night air, Michael's hands warmed small areas as he began exploring you. You returned to straddling him, pushing him onto his back and met with surrender from him.

Michael's eyes scanned your body. The light of the moon and of the fire combining to soak you in a glistening, heavenly hue.

His hands found your hips and helped guide you onto him. Pleasure ripped through both of your bodies as you stretched around him and took his full length. You stayed there for a moment, to allow yourself to accommodate him fully. Slowly, your hips started gliding back and forth, finding the friction you needed against Michael.

His eyes closed gently, head tilted slightly back as you controlled the pace to build the tension. Small grunts escaped his lips intermittently, and eventually he sat up, bringing his head to your chest. You kissed his temple and his mouth found one of your nipples, delighting you with the wet warmth of his tongue.

Dual fever built in you both and he wrapped an arm around your waist to tether you to him. His head buried into you shoulder and your head fell back where your eyes caught a shower of shooting stars above you.

Michael's breathing became erratic, and his spare hand reached to the bundle of nerves at your front, lavishing the spot with pulsating pressure. You moaned his name into the night sky and he proclaimed his love for you as you both fell over the edge together while the world stood still.

The gentle rock of your hips slowed and stopped. Michael's head rested between your breasts, gentle kisses soothing you as you came down from your high.

You collapsed with him onto the mattress in the back of his truck and he pulled a blanket over the both of you before claiming you in his arms and kissing your forehead. This was peak bliss.

Both of you had your eyes fixed on the sky minutes later. Shooting stars played recklessly above you as the camp fire lost the last of its glow nearby.

You drifted off to sleep, warm and secure in Michael's firm embrace. He smiled as he ran his finger over your engagement ring, and thanked that stars that you were his before closing his eyes and nuzzling into your hair, sleep claiming him some time later.

[cyclesprefectpress]

[video description: process compilation for a letterpress print made from handset type, where every letter and space is an individual piece assembled by hand. it was printed on a flatbed press, where the relief type sits on a flat table, and the ink rollers pass over the surface to distribute ink. then the sheet, wrapped around a large metal cylinder, is rolled over the type to contact the relief surface and transfer the ink. end description.]

finished piece

[andrewmoocow]

Super Teens Incorrect Quotes

Jenny: HYDRATE OR DIE-DRATE! Jenny: *aggressively throws water bottles* Anne: Uh... what's up with her? Luz: She's trying to yell mental health and wellbeing into us. Jenny: I APPRECIATE ALL OF YOU! Randy, crying: It's working.

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Ben, clearly drunk: Jenny, hit me another drink… wooOO HOOoo… Jenny: I think you need a therapist and not a bottle. Ben: I think yooOOoou need to shuUT YOUR MOUTH!

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Anne: Goddamn it, the printer broke while printing out Luz's birthday invitations. Jenny: Well, what are they supposed to say? Anne: "Luz's birthday". Jenny: So, what do they say instead? Anne: "Luz’s bi". Jenny: Jenny: Works out either way.

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Luz: I can catch one of them. Let's go, Marinette. Marinette: I didn't volunteer. Luz: A stake out needs two people! Think, Marinette. Who's gonna watch all the crime stuff while the other one eats a hoagie?

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Randy: Hey, Ben? Ben: Yeah? Randy: Can a person breathe inside a washing machine while it’s on? Ben: Ben: Where’s Steven?

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Jim, setting down a card: Ace of spades. Star, pulling out an Uno card: +4. Randy, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you! Steven, trembling: What are we playing?!

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Jim: Look guys, I need help. Star: Love help? Marinette: Financial help? Randy: Emotional help? Ben: Help moving a body? *Everybody looks at Ben* Ben: What?

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Buffy: When's the last time you slept? Terry: Uh... a few days ago, I think. Buffy: A few- how many?! Terry: Uh... *starts counting on fingers* I need more fingers... Buffy: What you need is sleep!

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Mark: Bottling up negative emotions is bad for your health, so you shouldn't do it. Anne: I know, that's why I bottle up all my emotions, both positive and negative, so it cancels out. Mark: Th-that's not how that works-

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Steven: I'm at a loss for words! Jenny: Despite being ‘at a loss for words’, Steven yelled at me for the next 45 minutes.

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Anne: You can answer almost anything with “Not since the accident.” Jentry: Actually, you can’t. Kim: Not since the accident.

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Jentry: Go and tell Ben why you insisted on putting a normal-sized carrot in a bag of baby carrots. Ruby: Jentry: Do it, tell him what you told me earlier. Ruby, stuttering: I-it's because... th-they need adult supervision... Ben:

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*The Squad is at Home Depot* Steven: *Fell in the cacti display while wandering around the garden section* Ben: *Shitting in the display toilets* Star: *Tokyo Drifting one of those flatbed carts down the aisles* Jim: *Stealing paint chips for aesthetic purposes* Buffy: *Just wanted some goddamn lightbulbs and everyone ruined it* Kim: *In the car sleeping*

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Jenny: *nudges Jentry at 3am* Pretty fucked up that we depict the moon as a girl and the sun as a boy. They're just floating rocks in space. Jentry? Wake up, Jentry! Listen! They're sexless! Jentry: The sun isn't a rock, go back to sleep.

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Jim, to the Squad: If you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands! *silence* Jim: Damn, y’all depressed as fuck! Marinette: You didn’t clap either- Jim: SHUT UP!

[demongrocer]

"You wouldn't download a knitting machine" — ahahaha!

Open source, 3D printable knitting machine

Seems like a thoughtful project with good documentation

[centrally-unplanned]

Heya kinda random question but I’ve been looking into getting a Czur scanner to scan books with but I’m not sure if they’re actually much good, I found your post from a little while back about it. Was the scanner much good in the end?

That depends on what you want to achieve! For me, it has been not-very-useful because I wanted to create high-quality "archival" copies of things that have art in them. I wanted to do that non-destructively, and I am very happy I bought the Czur because it taught me to give up on that foolish dream. Debind your books, cut your magazines, scan that stuff on a flatbed. That is what I do now - if you want the same (check out my Fanroad scans for examples) skip the steps I went through and go right to the flatbed. Czur will not get the quality of a true flatbed scanner and the people saying it will (as you see sometimes online) are wrong.

However, the other use I have for the scanner is translation - I am not archiving something, I just take photos so I can OCR the japanese text for exploratory machine translation or easier-done human translation. For this job it does fine, it makes perfectly readable text. For me, it probably wasn't worth the money because I am often working with like handwritten documents with weird coloring and stuff and the quality isnt 100% ideal, and other times it is just a normal short magazine article and I could use a phone on a mount with a ring light or w/e. But if I was scanning a bunch of 300 page printed books in English for digitizing them so they can be read as text (as opposed preserved as "art"), it is much faster and perfectly effective at the job. For that use case it is a great tool, assuming spending a few hundred bucks is no big deal to you given expected usage.

[missyourflight]

big eden maxiel date night under the stars in the bed of daniel's truck? 🥺 scratchy blanket, soft skin, cold air, hot breath 👀

literally this ask is better than anything i could write but here:

Daniel’s on his back in the flatbed taking pictures of the stars. He never wears his gloves when he has his camera out, but Max doesn’t mind like he should, because it’s him that’ll get to warm Daniel’s icy fingers later, when Daniel works them under his jacket, beneath his waistband.

He always asks Max which pictures he likes; his walls are covered with prints now. There are pictures of Max, too: even the boring ones make Max feel special, when Daniel sees him working or playing with his nephews or stirring something on the stove. The other kind, Max in bed or other places — sometimes he sits between Daniel’s legs while Daniel shows him, what he looks like, how much he wants it.

“Okay, I’m done,” Daniel says. “C’mere.”

Max lies down beside him and scooches close, Daniel’s cold finger pressing at his lip until Max pretends to bite it, so that Daniel’s laughing when they kiss. Max still has his gloves on, cups his hands over Daniel’s ears. Daniel’s fingers slip right past Max’s layers like he knew they would, skating across his belly, making him shiver. He wants to do this always.

“D’you wanna take the bikes out tomorrow?”

The shine in Daniel’s eyes is even better than the stars. The tip of his nose is pink, so Max kisses him there too.

“That sounds fine,” he says. “We could go up that trail, I told you there are very lovely views from the top.”

“You know all the good spots,” Daniel says, and Max pulls the blanket around them, the secret sitting in his chest glowing warm: that he’s building Daniel a studio on the land out behind the general store, windows on the lake. He’s going to show Daniel all the good things that are here, show him that he never needs to leave.

[wwwhographgr]

[bobnichollsart]

My 25 years of palaeoart chronology...

More on the wonderful Manchester Museum project that boosted my career in 2000. All the 2 & 3D artworks were done in a few of weeks, I gave them my best in the time available but the quality definitely suffered. I also made the error of agreeing to the design company's request that I create all the illustrations small enough to fit on their A3 flatbed scanner! These A3 paintings (below) were printed about the size of a door, so all the imperfections were made visible. We live and learn, and my learning curve in Manchester quickly went vertical!

[rainedragon]

do you have any tips for scanning old magazines/catalogs? i'd like to help archive some of the publications i have, but i don't really know where to start ʕ⁠´⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠`⁠ʔ

i'm mostly concerned about binding (especially on glbs) and what scanner specifications to look at, but any other advice or resources would be appreciated too!

So, I'm not actually an archivist, I'm a web developer by trade. I own a relatively inexpensive flatbed printer/scanner, mostly because it was what I could go out to a physical store and buy for relatively cheap when I started out scanning old magazines and catalogs.

For anything that is staple bound, like a magazine, and can be put flat on a table while open, scanning is relatively easy. You just need a flatbed scanner that is bigger than the pages, and a book to put on top of the lid to keep it flat (don't use too heavy of a book or you will damage the scanner 1-2 magazines is usually good. Also, don't forget they are there, open the lid and fling them across the room). Line up a corner of the page on the corner of the scanner and you should be golden. Scan in photo mode if your scanner software has options. Ideally, for things like the GLB, you would either want a copy you can destroy (which I kind of think is what some of the 'latest magazines' scanning farms were doing in the 2010s) and to carefully unbind the whole thing and scan the pages flat (which I have no personal interest in doing because destroying books pains me and I'm not trying to digitize "clean" digital copies for any professional reason). OR, my understanding is you want something with a V-shaped cradle of some type that is specialized for scanning books, either as an actual scanner or a camera setup with software. The problem is last time I looked those were like 10K and up if you get a piece of specialized equipment.

I've vaguely dabbled with the idea of doing a very hacky version of a DIY build with boxes cut down to the right angle and some panes of glass and my DSLR for my pink house catalogs because they are too big but I never really got it fully figured out. I will admit, I haven't tried super hard. I kept getting reflections, and I had to worry about the glass scratching the pages, and I didn't feel like getting a proper light.... I know I should really try again, and try a little harder, but it's a lot and I have a lot of other stuff I need to do so it just keeps getting kicked down the road.

That said, if you want to get into trying a DIY build, there is a whole community of people who were doing that in the 2010s that have posted good info on types of glass and way more detailed suggestions than I can make here: https://diybookscanner.org/forum/index.php This box scanner is essentially what I was trying to set up and it theoretically should work, I'm pretty sure my whole issue is that I was trying to do it all quickly at like midnight one day and did not have the right lighting and didn't try too hard to fix that. Like... I could have tried a lot harder than I did https://www.instructables.com/Bargain-Price-Book-Scanner-From-A-Cardboard-Box/ (good pictures of one here: https://diybookscanner.org/forum/viewtopic.php?f=14&t=1202)

And then I needed to take it apart because I needed the table back...

But yeah, if you don't want to invest thousands or destroy them, I would say try a cardboard box scanner for things like the GLB, see if you can get it to work for you?

And then for things that can go flat, a combo scanner/printer that is good enough for photographs will be more than good enough for the print resolution of most magazines and the scanner/printer combos are way cheaper than dedicated scanners because they think you are going to become an ink customer and buy printer ink, so they make it cheaper. But the joke is on them. My combo scanner printer has never had ink in it before. (Note: do read reviews and make sure it's not stupid enough to require it's ink to be full to scan. I wouldn't put it past some companies to add that to their software). If you are really passionate about this, there are a lot of people who are way more dedicated to archival book scanning who have developed all sorts of DIY solutions for speeding up the process, automating parts of it, etc, and searching for terms like DIY book scanner should get you in the right place on the internet.