#Micro Meter

[labotronicsscientific]

ORP pocket meter

ORP pocket meter is a handheld unit with a backlight function that provides convenient operation in dark areas. The unit provides instant measurement readings. Hold function saves and records measurement readings. It determines the temperature and oxidation reduction potential of solutions.

[archie-sunshine]

meter/skyblaze (bf's oc) micro macro indulgence

[auto2mation1]

The Micro Motion 20001827 Flow Meter F025S113CQBZEZ1ZZ is a reliable and accurate solution for liquid and gas flow measurement. Built with Coriolis technology, it ensures precise mass flow, density, and temperature readings in one compact unit. Its robust stainless-steel construction makes it ideal for harsh industrial environments. The F025S113CQBZEZ1ZZ model is known for its high performance, easy integration, and minimal maintenance. Whether used in chemical processing, oil & gas, or food industries, this flow meter delivers consistent and efficient results. Choose Auto2mation for quality flow measurement solutions.

[deltaponline]

Video: New Microdosing Pump for Biochemical Processes

  To help optimize challenging microdosing applications in biopharmaceutical production, PSG Biotech introduces the new QB2-SD Single-Use Precision Micropump. In this video, Dr. Andreas Frerix, Product Management Director for PSG Biotech, highlights the design and operational features of the QB2-SD pump that make it usable in a wide range of critical biopharma applications, like process development, laboratory, and cell and gene therapy. www.psgdover.com/biotech Read the full article

[vaiseshika]

Decade Resistance Boxes Exporter In India - Vaiseshika

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[williamjone]

High-performance Solar Energy Solution

Wavetel GE (Green Energy), a seperate business group belong to Wavetel Technology Limited, is a leading  PV Smart Meter and green energy solution provider, devoting to doing the R&D development and manufacturing of photovoltaic inverters micro inverter, monitoring (smart meter, Din Rail logger and Stick logger) and energy storage solutions. Our task is to help you convert, use, store and sell your own power in a smart way. For more information visit our website.

[luisfj9]

[spiderb00bs]

- TRAITOR

Shauna Shipman x reader | Natalie Scatorccio x reader  

“You were fucked!” 

Genre – smut  18+ MDNI Warnings – Toxic Shauna (how I love...), love triangle 

Now playing –  Crazy Girls, by TOOPOOR

"Will hurt you, and might make you hate me. But i'll still love you."

Things were tense, everything that was happening between all the girls, the constant fights between Shauna and Mari, the Shipman girl's anger, finding out that the coach was alive... it all hit you hard.  

Especially Shauna.  

Things for the brown-haired girl were getting worse and worse, her anger was growing day by day and everything around her irritated her. Ever since you and Shauna broke up, the Shipman girl had made it her life's mission not to leave you alone. Now, you were constantly bullied by your ex-girlfriend. Bumping shoulders, making discreet little traps for you to fall on the floor face-first, putting dead bugs in your food, looking at you menacingly while sharpening that frighteningly large knife of hers. It all gave you the creeps.  

You thought it would all be over when you saw Shauna start hanging out with Melissa, knowing exactly that this wasn't just a new friendship blossoming in the middle of the forest, but you couldn't have been more wrong. She seemed to tease you, as if she wanted to rub it in your face that she had someone, while you were sleeping out in the cold alone.   

But you knew that things weren't quite like that.  

You'd never gotten that close to Natalie, you weren't exactly best friends when you were at school, but she was always nice to you, greeting you when she saw you in the hallways, even making assists for you to score the game-winning goal on the pitch. Anyway, you were never very close, until she became the queen. 

You seemed to be the only one who could see the frustration in the clear-eyed girl's eyes, the only one who could see how overwhelmed she was, carrying the weight of dealing with everyone who was there. It wasn't intentional, at first you offered an understanding look, which made her slightly puzzled, then you just asked how she felt, doing simple things until her barriers broke down and she let you in. It was natural, neither of you had really noticed.   

But Shauna had.  

Shauna caught every exchanged glance, every micro-expression, every one of the little smiles you two shared when you thought no one was watching. And she didn't think it was innocent at all. At first, she was wrong, you just met up to talk and talk bullshit, just to clear Natalie's head from the constant stress of being the queen. But after a while, you found other ways to empty your minds, turning the talking and joking session into a making out session.  

And that's how you were now, your back resting comfortably on a tree while Nat was on your lap, her fingers running through your hair, making your whole body shiver. Your fingers lightly squeezed the skin of her hips, and she sighed into the kiss. You couldn't resist her today, usually you just escaped the girls at night, but today, when you saw Nat in those tiny shorts and that T-shirt showing the muscles of her arms, you couldn't help yourself.   

“You look so hot today...” Your hands ran down Nat's back, her skin burning against your fingertips.  

“I know. You weren't exactly disguising it.” Nat's smile made your heart leap, you loved seeing her smile.  

“I don't think I can disguise it any longer.” You said, smiling as you trailed kisses down Nat's neck.  

Natalie was mesmerized, your touches felt so right on her skin, she loved moments like this with you. But as not everything in that place is good, your moment was quickly interrupted when you both heard a branch break a few meters away, making you both jump. 

“Shit! Do you think it was someone?” You asked, not wanting to get Nat into trouble if anyone found out that you and the light-eyed girl were seeing each other more intimately.   

Seeing the look of concern in your eyes made Nat's eyes light up. She knew you didn't want to get her into trouble, and with the girls constantly pressuring her about everything, she appreciated the fact that you cared so much about her.   

Laughing as she took your face in her hands, Nat looked at you with heartfelt eyes. “I think you should focus more on me.”   

Her tone made you smile, rushing to kiss her again, momentarily forgetting the noise you had heard. Consequently missing the shadow of a very angry brunette between the trees.   

Chopping wood was a job immediately destined for you, the girls always saw you as one of the strongest people on the team. You've always had muscles in all the right places, before joining the team, you'd already played several sports, your parents never giving you a break - that was surely one of the things you didn't find so bad about the forest, your parents weren't here to make you be perfect at everything.   

Picking up the wood you had just cut, you tied them together, putting them on your shoulders, only to be pushed to the ground as soon as you turned to walk back to the camp. The wood fell, along with your body. Groaning in pain, you turned around quickly, lying on your back so you could see who had pushed you.  

“What the fuck, Shauna?” You asked, trying to get up, seeing the brown-haired girl with a terrifying expression on her face.   

When you tried to get up, Shauna quickly pushed her foot into your chest, making you groan and lie back down on the dirty floor. “You think you're so clever, don't you?  

“I don't know what you're talking about.” You said, squirming in Shauna's grip. “Get out!” You shouted, only to be silenced when Shauna sat on your stomach, pulling out her knife and putting it to your neck.   

“Say that again, you bitch!” The knife was sharp, you knew she had sharpened it that morning.  

“Fuck! Shauna, what are you doing? What the fuck?” you whispered, without taking your eyes off the sharp blade pointed at your neck.   

“You like serving your queen, don't you?” Her words echoed in your mind, leading you to Natalie. “I used to be your queen. So I guess that makes you a fucking traitor.”   

Shauna's words confused you. You weren't a traitor. She was a traitor! She was the one who was cheating on you and Jackie with Jeff, she was the one who was a liar, she was the one who was constantly bullying you!  

“I'm not a traitor!” It was the only thing you managed to say. “Get off me!” 

Shauna's sarcastic laugh annoyed you, but damn, she's so hot! No! You couldn't do that to Nat, it was wrong.  

“But your hands are on me now.”   

She was right, your muscle memory betraying you, your whole body betraying you. The memories you had with Shauna still vivid in your mind, making you desire her in the midst of the hatred you still felt for her.   

“Fuck you!” You growled.  

Laughing at you again, Shauna began to move on top of you. One of her hands was on your chest, while the other still held the knife to your throat. Lowering her hand quickly, Shauna lifted your shirt, catching a glimpse of the sculpted muscles of your abs.  

“You don't know how much I miss this.” She said, referring to your torso, running one of her hands over your muscles. “I also miss when you did everything for me, like my needy puppy.”  

Unable to contain yourself, you sighed as the brunette rubbed herself against you. The friction of the fabric of her sweatpants lightly scratched your skin, and you were too embarrassed to admit that you were enjoying it.  

“You're fucking crazy, you need help!” You tried desperately to disguise how much it turned you on.  

“Don't be stupid. You could easily push me out if you wanted to, but you're still here.” Shauna rubbed herself harder and harder against you.  

Even though Shauna was very strong, you knew that you could be stronger than her, physically. Pushing her off you would be extremely easy, but you couldn't do it.  

“You've got a knife pointed at me, you fucking psycho!” You gasped, feeling Shauna press the knife into your neck as her thighs began to tremble around you.   

“But you could fight, you know I've always enjoyed an arm wrestle.” Shauna's laughter filled your ears, followed by a moan as she came on top of you. 

You looked up at the sky, thinking about what had just happened. Thinking about Shauna's threats, thinking about Nat, thinking about Melissa, thinking about how your abdomen was burning slightly from the friction of the fabric, and thinking about how screwed you were.   

“Let's see how long you'll be loyal to your new queen.” That was the last thing Shauna said before she left.   

Maybe you were thinking of going back to your ex.  

Hi guys. Nothing much to see here, I just desperately wanted to write about my girls, coz they're wonderful this season.

I did very well in my first exam, but I still have to study for three that are coming up next week. Maybe after my exams I'll write a bit for Lottie.

Anyway, drink some water and stay safe

xoxo, spider.

[tecontos]

Encontrei meu professor no show e acabei indo dar pra ele em sua casa (22-02-2025)

By; Vitoria

Me chamo Vitoria tenho 18 anos, cabelos negros curto, sou bem branquinha, olhos castanhos claros e um bom corpo, seios pequenos e uma bunda grande e gostosa e barriga lisinha.

Sabado, encontrei meu professor, o Renato, em um show que rolava em nossa cidade, nos cumprimentamos e então resolvemos beber juntos. Renato é um gato lindo, bem novinho também, musculoso, bem divertido e com aqueles óculos que o deixa mais sexy e atraente.

Depois de beber muito, resolvemos passear pelo local e passando por uma rua escura percebi que era minha chance, então o agarro e lhe dou um beijo quente e gostoso o deixando sem fala.

Ele me pega com uma mão na cintura e outra no cabelo e me encosta na parede me beijando e enquanto puxa bem gostoso meu cabelo, suas mãos passeiam em minha bunda, seios e coxas bem suavemente e dando apertos excitantes.

Então ele leva sua mão a minha bocetinha lisinha que por eu estar de saia e uma micro calcinha facilita, e então meu professor começa a passar a mão em meu clitóris e massageia bem gostoso, depois enfia 1 dedo e logo em seguida outro, e fica enfiando numa sintonia muito excitante e eu gemia e pedia mais e mais e apertava seu pau por cima da calça, parecia ser enorme ja estava louca pra chupa-lo.

Resolvemos ir pra casa dele que era proxima, chegando la ele me pega no colo e me leva até sua cama e então começa a me despir e ja vem pra cima de mim, me beijando e chupando meus seios e vai descendo pela barriga até chegar na minha bocetinha que estava encharcada de tesão.

Ele começa a me chupar bem forte e gostoso enfiando a lingua dentro de mim e chupando meu clitóris me deixando mais molhadinha, enfiou 2 dedos na minha bocetinha enquanto me chupava e então gozei na sua boca.

Então ele se levanta e vai tirando a roupa ficando só de cueca e vem pra cima de mim roçando seu pau duro ainda sob a cueca em minha bocetinha.

Não aguentei e peço pra chupa-lo, ele se levanta e fica a minha frente e então abaixo sua cueca e sai um pau enorme e lindo, veiudo e com uma cabeça enorme e linda, ja cai de boca chupando, lambendo a cabeça e tentando enfiar o maximo na minha boquinha, chupei muito até que ele pediu pra parar pra não gozar porque queria me comer.

Então me pega no colo e me poe de bruços na cama com as pernas no chão com o bumbum pra cima e então começa a dar tapas e me chamar de gostosa e eu gemendo igual uma cadela pedindo pra ele me comer logo, então ele encaixa seu pau na entrada da minha boceta e força um pouco, então entra a cabeça e ele tira e ficar brincando de botar e tirar ate que ele enfia a cabeça e empurra com força, que delicia sentir aquele pau preenchendo minha bocetinha.

Então ele começa a meter devagar e vai acelerando e segura meu cabelo, fazendo eu ficar toda empinadinha pra ele e dava tapas e apertava o meu bumbum que ja estava todo vermelho e doendo, mas o tesão era tão grande que nem senti, só sentia o pau gostoso me arrombando.

Então ele tira o pau da minha bocetinha e força a entrada do meu cuzinho, fiquei com medo pois nunca tinha dado o cuzinho, pedi pra ele ir devagar e então enfia a cabeça e começa enfiar devagar o pau no meu cuzinho, doeu bastante, mas o que eu mais queria era ver meu professorzinho gozar gostoso pra mim.

Renato começou a enfiar cada vez mais forte e a dor foi passando e o tesão vindo e eu gemia e pedia pra ele não parar que estava muito gostoso, então gozei com o pau do meu professor no meu cuzinho.

Então ele para e vem me chupar de novo, a lingua dele era uma delicia e como ele chupava bem, ele chupava minha bocetinha enquanto dedilhava meu cu e depois chupava, que sensação maravilhosa era aquela, gozei na boca do meu professor gostoso, pedi pra que ele me fodesse novamente.

Ele me pois de quatro e começou a socar no meu cuzinho e cada vez mais forte, até que ele disse que ia gozar, eu pedi pra ele gozar na minha boca, e ele gozou e eu engoli tudinho.

Huuuuuum que delicia o leitinho do meu professor.

Depois de um banho ele me deixou em casa e marcamos de nos ver outras vezes.

Enviado ao Te Contos por Vitoria

[vestaignis]

Живописные тропические закаты на острове Сайпан.

Остров Сайпан (Saipan) является самым крупным из Северных Марианских островов. Он расположен в Тихом океане на юге Марианского архипелага. Остров площадью 120 кв. км имеет вытянутую форму, все берега Сайпана причудливо изрезаны, на юго-восточной стороне дугообразный берег образует обширный морской залив, на южном выступе которого располагается международный аэропорт. На расстоянии около 300 км от восточного побережья острова расположен знаменитый Марианский жёлоб, самая глубокая океаническая впадина мира — 11 775 метров ниже уровня моря.

Атолл внесён в Книгу Рекордов Гинесса за самую постоянную температуру в течение года и суток. Этот показатель равен +27 °С, то есть тропическая летняя погода стоит 365 дней в году. Температура воды днем 25`C. Насекомых (мух, комаров) нет. Временами идут проливные дожди, когда за минуту можно промокнуть насквозь. Они обычно внезапно начинаются и также заканчиваются, длятся недолго, и дождь можно переждать под ближайшей пальмой.

Остров Сайпан небольшой, его можно обойти за 4 часа..На Сайпане, как и на прочих Марианских островах, нет городов в традиционном понимании этого термина. Центром острова считается Гарапан. Здесь самое большое скопление магазинов, кафе, ресторанчиков. А также здесь находится лучший пляж Сайпана - пляж Микро Бич.

Picturesque tropical sunsets on the island of Saipan.

Saipan Island is the largest of the Northern Mariana Islands. It is located in the Pacific Ocean in the south of the Mariana Archipelago. Island with an area of ​​120 sq. km has an elongated shape, all the shores of Saipan are intricately indented, on the south-eastern side the arched coast forms a vast sea bay, on the southern ledge of which the international airport is located. At a distance of about 300 km from the eastern coast of the island is the famous Mariana Trench, the deepest oceanic trench in the world - 11,775 meters below sea level.

The atoll is included in the Guinness Book of Records for the most constant temperature throughout the year and day. This figure is +27 °C, that is, tropical summer weather is 365 days a year. Water temperature during the day is 25`C. There are no insects (flies, mosquitoes). At times there are torrential rains, when you can get wet through and through in a minute. They usually start suddenly and also end, they don’t last long, and you can wait out the rain under the nearest palm tree.

The island of Saipan is small, you can get around it in 4 hours. On Saipan, like on the other Mariana Islands, there are no cities in the traditional sense of the term. Garapan is considered the center of the island. Here is the largest concentration of shops, cafes, and restaurants. And also here is the best beach in Saipan - Micro Beach.

Источник:/telega.in/c/krasivye_mesta_turizm,//primoravtotour.ru/guide/marianskie_ostrova/sajpan/,/www.tripadvisor.ru/Tourism-g60716-Saipan_Northern_Mariana_Islands-Vacations.html, //tour.shamora. info,/cttour.ru/tury/sajpan/charter-na-sajpan/,/dxnews.com/ru/kh0-jr1fkr/,/dxnews.com/ru/KH0-K6WP_Saipan/,/mandarin-travel.com/country/saypan/.

[archie-sunshine]

Meter pussy obliteration? how about the general of destruction (Strika) and her consort (Lugnut)?

so- like the thing is with- yknow- size difference is a bitch in tfa i'll be real. everyone pop some champagne for my first true micro macro artwork.

also the aftermath bc i think its important

(he got a BOANER from getting FROTTED by DECEPTICONS. his ass is NOT surviving the traitor allegations)

[maesterchill]

May Daily micros. Prompt 4: pathetic

Ongoing story. Prev parts: 1. key 2.black 3. coffee

It was only after Draco had stared at that crest for almost a solid minute, cursing his dim vision, hyperaware of the sweaty t-shirt clinging to his back, that a memory floated back to him, quickening his breath. 

A logo on a blue t-shirt.

There’d been a knock on the door, a workman needing to read something called a ‘meter’, saying it would 'only take a second, good lad', and Draco had just blithely let him in without it even occurring to him to check with Potter. 

He'd been too caught up in social niceties, so desperate to act Muggle-like, like a pathetic fucking twit, to see the wand until it was already drawn.

[eggylad]

Sometimes I wonder how obscene logistics in Gundam UC must be.

Like every few years the Federation keeps replacing their main Mobile Suit, it was only like a couple of years since the GM III was rolled out and suddenly they replaced it with the Jegan (my beloved)

Or how the technological envelope keeps getting pushed all in a couple years. UC went from relatively grounded mechs with some flying capabilities to big ass 40 meter tall goliathes and transforming mecha.

Irl, the United States took TWENTY WHOLE YEARS just to replace the M4A1, and even then, it may not be a full replacement. That's not even getting into vehicles. The F-35 is expected to serve until like 2070.

I'm not gonna even talk about the M2 Browning. I genuinely think this weapon will outlast everyone on this website. It has been in service since

1933

That fucking thing has been serving for 92 WHOLE YEARS.

Imagine being some soldier deployed to Mars in like idfk, 2133 to deal with enemy forces and instead of the micro-missile launchers and plasma rifles like everyone else got you get a goddamm brick with a pipe. And it still somehow is the most dangerous thing on the battlefield.

[yama-uba]

Guys, it can't be that I'm the only one who thought about what analogues of the camping van the Snipers of the other teams have.

If you haven't thought about it, then I present to your attention a small piece of my headcanon:

As we all know, our druid-assassin (who is not a crazy shooter who has pissed all over New Mexico) is a nomad in his 1960s Land Rover Series II "Defender". It fits in well with the "down-to-earth" style of the Redmonds corporation, but at the same time retains part of the "romantic roads" vibe from motoboho in the form of ethnicity, massive choppers and a dusty hot road, going somewhere beyond the horizon.

If you are interested or need it for a fanfic, then this is a Pickup truck, produced in the period 1958 - 1971 J-class with all-wheel drive, a four-speed manual transmission, a gasoline engine with a capacity of 52 horsepower. It is noteworthy that the car is left-hand drive.

In that small tent-extension in the back of this model, many ficwriters manage to fit: a full-fledged kitchen (with a refrigerator, an cabinet, and a gas stove), a "guest" and sometimes even a full-fledged bathroom (with a separate sink and a stationary shower), sometimes a TV, a full-fledged dining table with two sofas (sometimes it can be transformed into an additional "guest" sexodrome), two people are able to move around this space, and sometimes Mick or his guest literally "walk back and forth" thinking about something in this camper. To top it all off, there is a bed on the second tier, capable of accommodating two (sometimes more than two) adult men. I will tell you that this is not an error in the perception of space, no, my dears, it's just that the fancanon implies that the Australians are at such a level of technological development that they are beginning the gradual introduction of multidimensional systems for storing and compressing baryonic matter in everyday items of mass consumption.

Well, this Kemp, loaded with "knives", rifles, telescopic sights and lead of various calibers, knew more love than the average hippiemobile.

Blue Sniper - of course it's water. I used to think of a houseboat that could be loaded onto a trailer behind an Engineer's pickup truck or something. But then I thought that would be too restrictive for a nomadic, free-spirited person. But a hovercraft is a new level of freedom both on land and on water. And to me it's very Australian

The AP1-88 is a multi-purpose hovercraft, produced around the early 1960s in Britain, the size of a full-size bus (30 meters long and 12 wide from the tips of the "skirt"), 2 diesel engines for lifting and 2 for driving, each with over 900 horsepower, up to 23 tons for loading and a displacement of over 60 tons. Welcome to the "Glamping" level.

Well, it's quite a "floating apartment", if not a full-fledged micro-house with 1.5 bathrooms, two bedrooms, a kitchen-living room and a pantry. However, this "crocodile" still prefers to store his "sink" in the garage and live on the base during working hours. However, even on vacation, he can often be found "meditating" on the float of his fishing rod somewhere on the local reservoir not far from civilization, as opposed to Mundy. "Sniper #2" of these deadly lands keeps close to his "pack" of poms, as if guarding them, but he keeps his distance from strangers.

Yellow Sniper is definitely the opposite of Mick Mundy in his non-serious attitude to work (he is quite happy with the title of the first from the end shooter in all of New Mexico, since he views work simply as a source of money, and he works in the style of "Italian strike"), and he is also an ossified extrovert (in fact, he began his journey from his native continent precisely because he likes to get to know and communicate with alien "poms civilizations"). Therefore, his elements are the sky and water, away from asphalt and dust. The water plane also fits perfectly into the industrial port theme of the Yellow Team.

DHC-2 "Beaver" is a single-engine light aircraft with short takeoff and landing, designed for wilderness areas, circa 1960s, Canadian production. Length is about 10 meters, wingspan is 15 meters, takeoff weight is 2.5 tons, holds 6 passengers and almost a ton of cargo. Modification: on an amphibious float chassis.

In my opinion, an excellent option for replacing a canvas tent, especially at sunset somewhere in the middle of Lake Chad, or at dawn in the heart of the Everglades or somewhere on a noisy night at the port fish market in Singapore. This is a different, but equally exciting romance of a wild endless journey.

It seems we forgot someone. Green Sniper, in principle, like his entire team, are quite mysterious and not so much because their team is based in the thicket of a forest that is unexpected for New Mexico and that their de facto leader is their Spy. The fact is that none of the mercenaries from other teams have seen his camp, and maybe not even his own team too. However, everyone is sure that this is all somehow connected with the spot of dry gravel that always remains near the sawmill after the rain. And the fact that this spot has a fanciful silhouette like the shadow of some unknown animal or alien ship… which is always under an active invisibility field of enormous size…

Well, what are your versions of this?

[heroes-of-lemuria]

Wizard pets wizard pets..

Bentley (affectionately named after the Benthic zone) is a very runty leviathan hatchling Kestrel came into possession of in Celestia. A group of Marleybonians on the expedition somehow got their hands on leviathan eggs and hatched them as exotic pets to sell for a small fortune back home. Never mind they live for thousands of years and eventually grow dozens of meters long, the things probably won’t even long enough to get that big, they grow so slowly they can be sold as micro leviathans - the newest craze!

Kestrel put a swift end to that and released what hatchlings she could back into the wild. Except for the first one to hatch, a runt stunted from improper hatching conditions and diet, and deeply imprinted into people, the thing wouldn’t last a day on its own, it could barely swim properly. She planned on simply fostering the thing but attachments happen. If you ask her she’ll claim the thing imprinted on her. It can “swim” around outside of water, fueled by the ambient waves of storm magic Kestrel emits, though it spends most of its time in a large aquarium tank that Kestrel won’t disclose the price of.

[velvetvexations]

i feel like the sentiment of ‘human shields’ or ‘you should be able to use slurs (“theyfab” the one im thinking of) against a group that (you perceive as) your oppressors’ comes from like. a flow chart way of thinkin

it really isn’t math. certain women (as broad and vague as the group can be defined) absolutely have power over certain men sometimes. race is one of the main ones, but like, off the top of my head there’s also age, disability, and certain authority or workplace positions. i would even include as small as a community as like, a gathering of friends to whom ive just invited a new person. the new person is statistically gonna be shyer or more prone to being pushed out. of course there are always a million modifiers, a million past and future happenings that shape someone and may or may not add to their “power meter” (if such a thing is real and operates like a meter) but being any specific identity is not going to be the sole driving factor of all interactions, especially in micro communities with their own standards.

i guess what im trying to say is that the claim that one is oppressed in every situation due to their identity and therefore any bullying towards others of one identity just counts as ‘pushing the needle’ is disingenuous. it is much more comfortable to feel like the ‘beaten down person who is just lashing out against their attackers’ without realizing that those attacks do hurt because some of those people may in fact be just as powerless as you (not you, velvet!! example you)

Flowchart anon: forgor to mention, or course own identity can be impactful and everyone knows better than a stranger how they’ve been affected by their identity, but also I think it’s possible to harness power even when you don’t know it, or unfortunately don’t approach people that way

it's wild too because the slurs get explained away as being like Black people saying cracker and a White person telling a non-binary person of color you should get to call them slurs because they're like White people to them is wild on it's own but like

have you

EVER

seen a Black person go to the fucking mat on a daily basis for 'cracker' like TRFs do th**yfab?

Yes, obviously, Black people have regularly argued with disingenuous idiots about it all the time. But have you ever seen Black activists, out doing serious, important work, fiercely argue every single day against a massive horde of White people telling them not to? I'm not even saying that a Black person can necessarily say the word cracker without ten White people popping off in the replies. But how often do they get replied to? And how much of those White people are trying to get through that it sincerely hurts them, and not just claiming it's rhetorically hypocritical?

Because from the TRF perspective it feels like "no but we should get to use this insulting word for other people and if not you're literally killing us!" is like, the major discussion to be having! I've talked a lot before about how even I, someone massively triggered by things outside of intercommunity stuff, somehow manage to bring those issues up more than TRFs do with their incessant focus on the perceived transmisogyny of other trans people, but good Lord. Even if it WERE okay and justified, it's so obvious they care about their sacred right to be aggressive towards other people over literally anything that will ever actually help a single trans woman.

They're exploiting the concept of "punching up" to be mindlessly cruel to another group of marginalized people. And frankly that should be insulting on it's own. Even if you did buy into the explanation that the word was coined by trans women mad about some non-binary people scabbing for Wymyn's Warped Tour,* they're seriously saying that's the equivalent of centuries of enslavement and violent terror? Like yeah, God, remember that time some th**fabs got to watch a bunch of cis women play acoustic guitar while reciting bad poetry and I didn't? That was exactly like a burning cross in the yard warning me to not vote.

*AND IT FUCKING WASN'T