#German engine comparison

[audivolt]

Audi vs BMW engines—who wins the battle of performance, reliability, and engineering? Dive into a detailed comparison of two German powerhouses....

[usafphantom4]

The Dewoitine D.520—France’s elegant answer to the high-speed dogfighting demands of World War II.

Sleek, fast, and seriously underrated, the D.520 was one of the few French fighters of the time that could go toe-to-toe with the German Messerschmitt Bf 109E—and actually stand a chance.

Quick Overview:

Role: Fighter aircraft

First Flight: October 1938

Top Speed: Around 530 km/h (329 mph)

Armament: 1× 20 mm Hispano-Suiza HS.404 cannon (firing through the propeller hub) and 4× 7.5 mm MAC 1934 machine guns

Engine: Hispano-Suiza 12Y-45 V12 liquid-cooled piston engine

Range: Approx. 1,250 km (776 miles)

What Made It Special:

Unlike many early French fighters that were quickly outclassed, the D.520 had modern features—like a retractable landing gear and an enclosed cockpit. It also boasted good handling and agility, especially at low altitude, which made it a solid platform for dogfighting.

War Record:

By the time of the Battle of France in 1940, the D.520 was just entering service—there were only about 36 operational when Germany invaded. But the number quickly rose to over 400 during the campaign, and D.520 pilots put up a spirited fight. Despite being outnumbered, they managed to claim over 100 German aircraft in just a few weeks.

Interestingly, the D.520 continued to serve with the Vichy French Air Force after the armistice, and some were even used by the Free French, Italians, and later the Germans for training purposes. Talk about a jet-setter of its time.

Fun Fact:

The D.520 was the only French fighter of WWII that was considered equal—or close enough—to the best of the Axis fighters in 1940. Its pilots often favored it over older models like the Morane-Saulnier MS.406, which felt like flying a bathtub by comparison.

So if you're into WWII aviation history, the Dewoitine D.520 is definitely a standout—a nimble, modern fighter that showed just how much potential French aircraft engineering had right before the war turned the tables.

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@Johnschmuck via X

[libraryofloveletters]

The Same Shade Of Red

Sebastian Vettel x Fem!Reader

Warnings: monza 2020 (double dnf for the boys in red), so much angst sorry, redbull comparisons for seb, the magic that is monza, the disaster that is ferrari and their team, talks of seb's races in monza, a few harsh/sad thoughts from seb, mentions of retirement, charles's crash in monza 2020, mentions of the pandemic, reader is the most loving wife to which seb is her perfect match, britta is sooo over you guys after years of this.

Word Count: 2.2k

Author's Note: would I be me if I didn't take monza race weekend and turn it into an ode to seb? no. ferrari seb you will always be my most beloved and fuck you ferrari for hurting my husband fr. (also this gif is so sexy I can't explain it. well I can but I will be banned from tumblr dot com)

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Monza held a special place in the heart of your husband, in yours and in anyone that was a part of the Vettel family.

Sebastian had proven his worth, winning his and Toro Rosso's first ever Grand Prix in Monza during the 2008 season.

It was no different when he moved to Red Bull from Toro Rosso, his era of dominance brought him win after win and two of which were in Monza; the home of Ferrari.

Ever since that first win, Sebastian held a special love for Monza, as did you. There's something magical about the place; it might be the atmosphere or the fans but it has always been good to you and Seb. Whatever it was, it was nothing if not remarkable every single time.

The Tifosi held their drivers to the highest of standards, some would say next to God. Something happens to Italy when motorsport comes to town; everything changes and every single person you meet is so passionate. They live and breathe for Ferrari, they'd die for their drivers if it meant they could see them on that top step.

When Sebastian moved from Red Bull to Ferrari, he counted down the days to Monza.

It had always been his dream to drive with the red team, just as his childhood hero and friend, Michael, had done. Sebastian's first year with Ferrari was the epitome of picture perfect.

Despite coming in P2 behind Lewis and Mercedes, being on the podium at home for Ferrari meant everything to the German driver. This wasn't the first time he had gotten on podium for Ferrari, in fact he had already won twice with them that season; in Malaysia and then again in Hungary.

Monza was different; magical, special. There was something in the air, the energy was indescribable. Sebastian grinned, waving to the team from the second step.

You smiled, watching as your fiancé at the time hummed along to the Italian anthem, a country he quickly counted as his second home.

Sebastian was the king of the world that day, even though he hadn't won.

He had returned to the garage with the biggest grin on his face, trophy in one hand and the bottle of champagne in the other. He passed them over to his engineer, making a beeline for you. The man's covered in champagne and sweat and confetti, and he smells like gasoline and engine oil but he picks you up, squeezing you tightly.

You remember telling him how much you loved him and how proud of him you were. Sebastian responded with a kiss, you can taste the champagne; a familiar taste that slowly became more scarce as his days with Ferrari went on.

Unfortunately, things took a bit of a downwards dip for Sebastian after that. He was hungry to win, he was constantly in a fight for the championship every year and it was killing him that he wasn't there yet. Yes, he had won races with them and broken every record he could possibly break but if he couldn't achieve the one thing he really set out to do, the one thing he had always dreamt about, then what was the point?

Monza seemed to always have Sebastian in its grasp, tricking him as the years went on. He almost always was there, he could reach out and touch the win and yet, it slipped through his fingers. Winning in Monza meant more to a Ferrari driver than winning in Monaco would - unless you were born and raised there like Sebastian's teammate, Charles.

You were the king of the world if you won there; your name written in the history books from now until the end of time.

Sebastian longed for his name to be in the book of the greats; Sebastian Vettel, Monza race winner.

A dream that slipped through his fingers as did his hope of winning the championship with Ferrari.

After coming in P2 in 2015, things just kept getting further and further from the finish line for him. P3 in 2016 and 2017, P4 in 2018 and last year was the final shove before the cherry on top this year; P13 while his new teammate, Charles, stood on the top step as race winner, basking in the magic that is Monza.

He was happy for him, beyond happy actually and any win for the team was great but oh how he wished that was him.

Now you're back in Monza, the season had been delayed due to the pandemic and this was the first race you had been able to join him for all season. It was weird being there with the track empty; just the teams and the occasional celebrity guest that was rich enough to pay their way in.

The car has been giving Sebastian a hard time all weekend, practice was shit and he placed P17 in qualifying. It wasn't a good weekend for your husband.

"Be good," you told him while he was getting ready for the race. Sebastian nods, a witty remark about him always being a good boy slipped past his lips and you waved him off, your cheeks red as you walked back to the garage.

Watching him start from the back of the grid was breaking your heart, you knew he could manage much more than that but it's the stupid car that was giving him trouble.

He barely got a grip on the car before he drove off and into the blocks that were in the run off area. Your brows furrowed as you watched him speed through the blocks, his voice coming through the headphone - "brakes failed."

Your heart drops, eyes fixed on the screen as Seb pulls the car into the corner as best as he can without disrupting the race. He finds his way back to the garage after the marshals come for his car, Sebastian gives your hand a squeeze as he passes through and into the back hallway to his driver's room. You figured you'd give him space to cool off and you stayed in the garage to watch a bit more of the race.

It was barely 20 laps later that you saw the other Ferrari slide into the wall. To no fault of Charles, the car had understeer which caused him to lose the back half and send him into the wall. You stood there, waiting to hear if Charles spoke before you took your headphones off.

Once you hear that he's okay, you step out of the garage and make your way to your husband's driver room. You knock on the door, peeking in before he answers.

Sebastian gives you a sad smile, you can feel your heart breaking as you step in and shut the door behind you. He's sitting on the bench and you walk over, joining him.

"Charles is coming in."

"What? The race isn't over, is it?" Sebastian looks over at you before glancing out the window. You shook your head, "it's a red flag now, Charles' car has understeer, went into the wall."

"Is he okay?" He asks and you nod, "he's a little shaken up but he'll be okay."

Your hand finds your husband's, interlocking fingers. "I always admire that even when you're going through it, you still look out for others."

"I know what it's like to be in his position, it's tough."

You hum, glancing down at the racing boots that were tossed to the side, Seb's sock clad feet slide back and forth over the floor. "You know what happened today wasn't your fault, Sebastian. It was mechanical."

He's quiet for a bit, nodding at your words. "I don't know how much more of this I can take, baby."

You look over at the man, "of Ferrari or of racing?"

"Both," he answers truthfully.

Sebastian and Ferrari had come to a mutual agreement - a publicity term - that they would not be renewing his contract. You weren't opposed to it, you knew it was killing your husband to go but if Sebastian was good at one thing, it was that he knew when it was time to go, he had to go. He wanted to win with them, you think a part of him still held a tiny sliver of hope that he would find his way back to the top step as champion of the world but he also knew being there was killing him.

Mentally, physically, emotionally; he couldn't bear the pressure of staying there any longer.

"It's just a few more races, love. You can do it."

He nods, "I know but.." "Don't even go there," you tell him, shifting to face him. One of your legs hanging off the bench as the other folded in front of you.

"Monza's special, you know that." He says, "I just.. I feel like I failed." He sighs, his head hung and if your heart wasn't already broken, it was broken now.

It was days like today that made you hate the team that your husband so dearly loved.

"You didn't fail, you never failed them, Sebastian." You squeezed his hand, the man looked up at you. Your free hand comes up to cup his jaw, your thumb rubbing over the few days old stubble on his cheek. "If anything, they failed you."

"You have the talent and the skill, and the drive to win and to be a champion; it's them, babe. They couldn't give you a car that was worthy of you, you can't blame yourself for that." You look at your husband and the man sighs again.

"I should have been able to, though. Been able to get the best out of the car."

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. "Seb, c'mon. Be for real right now, it's their shitty ass car, it's not your fault. You know Lewis's car is basically a rocket ship, plus it's not like your strategies are A1 over here."

Seb tosses you a glance, a look of disapproval on his face. "You're so not helping right now, darling."

You raise your hands in surrender and your husband smiles - his first genuine smile all weekend. You smile back, holding his face again. "I love you, Sebastian."

"I know," he grins and you shake your head, laughing. "This is usually the point where you say I love you back."

"Oh, sorry." he chuckled, "I love you, y/n."

You smile, leaning in to give him a kiss. "Good, now come on. You need to get dressed, go check on your teammate," you patted his thigh, getting up to find a shirt for the man. In the meantime, Seb pulled off his race suit and fire proofs, slipping on a pair of shorts.

"Do I really have to go?" He sits on the bench again, shifting to lay down, his arms tucked behind his head. You roll your eyes, looking through the small cabinet off to the side. "Yes, you know they'll make you out to be a villain if you don't."

"And if I wanna be a villain ?" He asks, looking over at you.

You sigh, tossing the shirt at him, "Sebastian, don't start with me right now."

The man laughs, dropping the shirt on the bench before standing up. Sebastian grabs your hand, pulling you flush against his chest. "Ew," you fake a gag, "you're sweaty."

He smiles, ignoring your comment. "I don't know what I'd do without you, I can't thank you enough for being here for me all these years."

Your hand rests on his jaw, giving him a kiss before smiling at him. "You don't need to thank me, I would do it all over again in a heartbeat but.. if you do wanna thank me, you can buy that purse I liked."

"Show me when we get back, you can take my card and order it."

"I was joking," you look at him, and Seb shrugs. "It's the least I can do to thank you for being the perfect wife."

"It's easy to do when I have the perfect husband," you smile, kissing him again. There's a knock on the door, causing you both to look in the direction of it.

"When the two of you are done being perfect, you're needed for press, Sebastian." Britt's voice from the other side of the door, making you both laugh.

Seb gives you one last kiss before grabbing his shirt, "I'm coming!" He calls to her, pulling it on. He was on his way out but you stopped him, grabbing his hand.

He turns back, looking at you as he waits to see what you wanted. "I'm proud of you, no matter what," you tell him.

Seb nods, smiling at you. "I love you."

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[your-resident-boat-person]

ever play ultrakill? there's an ocean liner on stage 5-2. do you think it was based on any known ocean liner? if it's nothing obvious, what do you think a close comparison could be?

Howdy! Unfortunately, no, I haven't played ultrakill.

This is the ship you're referring to, yes?

The ultrakill wiki refers to it both as a cruise ship and a ferry. I'm not sure if there's another source that says it's an ocean liner, but for the sake of this post, let's assume it is. It's difficult to get a sense of scale from the photo or gameplay footage, so it's difficult to discern how big it is. Zooming in on the photo, it looks like the hull is made from wood? The largest wooden sailing ship ever built was the Wyoming, a 6-masted schooner measuring 450 feet long, and she sank because the wood she was made from, combined with her size, made her prone to sagging and hogging, which likely made her snap in the middle. Ships of that size just can't be made from wood. It's not strong enough (*cough* *cough*, Noah's ark... I'll get to you another day...) in terms of funnels, it has 2 which are very close together, and they appear to be red, with a black top (likely to mask the stains from the smoke and dust). The funnels look to most closely resemble the French line? I think? It's difficult to tell... in terms of a wooden hulled 2 funnel liner? My closest match is the SS Adriatic of 1856, belonging to the Colins line.

But as you can see, there isn't much of a resemblance... especially considering she has a friggin paddlewheel and rigging for sails

The ship looks considerably more modern. If it were real, judging by the superstructure, I'd be shocked if it predated the 1960s. But those round cylindrical funnels were WELL out of date by then, with may companies beginning to get creative:

The funnels are also pretty far back. On most Ocean Liners, the boilers, engines, and other heavy machinery were kept towards the middle of the ship, to ensure it would remain stable. We only started putting engines on the back of ships of this size relatively recently. For example, the SS America had 2 funnels, but only one was functional. It rests in almost the exact middle of the ship

And judging by the ultrakill ship, the funnels are pretty far back. They're REALLY close together, not unlike the SS Brittanic and Germanic of 1874

The bow also features a VERY prominent rake backwards. One of the earlier examples of this was the RMS Queen Elizabeth of 1938, but the rake wasn't very prominent.

The SS United States of 1952 featured a MUCH more prominent rake akin to that of the ultrakill ship

So in short... I dunno! It's kinda a mishmash of a lot of things! Thank you so much for the question, and if you need clarifications for anything I'm referring to or any of the vocabulary I use, feel free to ask! I can kinda forget sometimes that most people don't know a lot of these Nautical terms, and I love talking about this, so I don't mind explaining! :3

[guarding-the-skarloey]

Every so often, I remember Donald & Douglas have European cousins:

That's not a Caledonian 812 (or 652, for that matter) - that's a Belgian State Railways Type 30, a near-direct copy of the 812s built in Belgium between 1899 and 1901. They actually built three entire classes of these things, totalling 891 engines, of which 307 were superheated (for comparison, there were only 96 of the 812s, and that's including the 652s). There were so many of them (and other Caledonian-derived designs - the 721 Class were also copied) that the period of Belgian rail history from 1898 to 1910 is literally called the McIntosh Regime, after John McIntosh, CME of the Caledonian.

During the First World War, not only did they see use by the Belgian Army and the British ROD (including in armoured trains!), but the Belgians actually resorted to ramming the German lines with them during the Siege of Antwerp:

Two are actually preserved today, both of the later Type 32 class; one is superheated. Neither are in particularly good condition, unfortunately:

There's actually a tiktok showing this one's in an even worse state now :(

[wealmostaneckbeard]

Signalis and Dungeon Meshi: Unorganized Comparison

Both are about crawling through dungeons, fighting monsters, and picking things up to get into inaccessible places.

There's a pair of siblings and a lesbian couple, both are cruelly separated by powerful forces. The living half (Marcille Donato, Elster, Isa Itou, Laios Touden) is willing to do anything to bring back their loved one (Falin Touden, Erika Itou, Ariane Yeong) from the depths of the dungeon. The searchers are motivated not just by love but guilt too, a stubborn refusal to fail their beloved one last time by abandoning then.

Both stories are about the evils of anthropocentric ideologies. It is the inescapable first lense that we all see the world through. It is a subjective, selfish, and almost nihilistic view point. It is the belief that the universe cannot match the significance of humanities existence. For anyone who has loved another human, this is an easy ideology to embrace.

It's also the foundation for hierarchical authoritarianism which dictates that you are either a productive member of humanity or a nonhuman agent of a hostile universe. Those who try to view the universe as itself and not as a means of, or obstacle to, the gratification of human desire are put into the latter grouping. Those who conform are elevated to positions of power within the hierarchy. This is illustrated by the suffering of Ariane Yeong and Laios Touden. As well as the elevation of various political figures in Dungeon Meshi and Kommandant Falke in Signalis.

Both universes feature similar world building elements: a cosmic force grants individual humans their anthropocentric desires resulting in the formation of impossible things. In Signalis, bioresonance allows for the colonization of other worlds and the creation of replikas. In Dungeon Meshi, the Demon's intercession has resulted in the formation of different races, monsters, dungeons, and the magical arts.

And now we come to where the two narratives truly differ with each other:

The characters in Dungeon Meshi are able to triumph over anthropocentric thought and create a better world. Tragically, the characters in Signalis are not able to do the same and become trapped in a hellish existence. This isn't exclusively because of their traits, they are unconsciously conforming to a larger pattern.

In Dungeon Meshi, the natural world still exists and can be defended from corrupting supernatural influence. Even when the earth is devastated by magically augmented warfare, the world is big enough to recover. There are trained specialists, like the canaries, who are able to counter the expansion of dungeons and it's associated threats. Because magic is so important to the world dungeon meshi, knowledge is prevalent with a few severe restrictions.

In Signalis, Vineta/Earth was destroyed by the war between the Eusan Nation and Empire. The closest that people can get to nature is potted plants and a nights sky. The Eusan Nation limits knowledge about bioresonance so that no one can use that to challenge their authority. As a result, no one can understand what's happening during a bioresonance crisis.

In Dungeon Meshi, food preparation is a narrative focal point, it connects people to the world and each other. In Signalis, food is a secondary consideration, it is rationed out by the Eusan Nation, given to good citizens and denied to dissidents.

Ryoku Kui is a japanese manga creator and Rose Engine are a pair of german game developers. One could guess that the artistic differences between them are reflective of their nations history during a certain conflict that happened in the last century...

[usafphantom2]

Spitfire vs. Hurricane: An In-Depth Comparison of Two Aviation Titans

November 15, 2024

While the Spitfire had the edge in speed and agility, the Hurricane excelled in durability and ease of maintenance. This made the Hurricane the backbone of the Royal Air Force (RAF) during the early stages of World War II, particularly during the Battle of Britain, where its ability to take punishment and keep flying was invaluable.

The Spitfire’s Role

With its superior agility, the Spitfire was well-suited to dogfighting with the nimble Messerschmitt Bf 109s. Its speed and maneuverability gave it the upper hand in many aerial duels.

The Spitfire quickly became a symbol of British resilience and fighting spirit, and its name was synonymous with the defense of the United Kingdom.

The Hurricane’s Contribution

While the Spitfire garnered much of the glory, the Hurricane played an equally important, if not more critical, role. Hurricanes accounted for the majority of RAF victories during the Battle of Britain.

Their primary role was to engage and destroy German bombers, which posed the greatest threat to Britain’s cities and infrastructure. The Hurricane’s ability to take on these heavily armed and armored targets was a key factor in the RAF’s success.

The Global Reach of the Spitfire and Hurricane

As the war progressed, both aircraft were deployed in various theaters worldwide. The Spitfire saw action in the skies over Europe, North Africa, and the Far East, while the Hurricane was used extensively to defend Malta, North Africa’s deserts, and Burma’s jungles. Each aircraft adapted to the unique challenges of these environments, further cementing their legendary status.

The Strategic Impact of the Spitfire and Hurricane

The Spitfire and Hurricane were not just aircraft but symbols of hope and defiance. Their success in the Battle of Britain prevented a German invasion and gave the Allies a much-needed boost in morale. The legacy of these aircraft extends beyond their technical achievements; they represent the determination and courage of the men and women who fought to protect their homeland.

Battle of Britain planes flying in formation

Legacy and Impact: Icons of the Sky

The Spitfire’s Enduring Legacy

The Spitfire’s speed, agility, and firepower have made it a favorite among aviation enthusiasts and historians. Its design is often cited as one of the greatest achievements in aeronautical engineering. The Spitfire’s legacy is also preserved in countless museums, airshows, and memorials around the world, where it continues to inspire new generations.

The Hurricane’s Place in History

While sometimes overshadowed by the Spitfire, the Hurricane holds a unique place in history. It was the workhorse of the RAF during the early years of the war, and its contribution to the Allied victory cannot be overstated.

The Hurricane’s rugged reliability and adaptability made it a critical asset in multiple theaters of war. Today, the Hurricane is remembered for its pivotal role in the Battle of Britain and its service in many other campaigns.

The Spitfire vs. Hurricane Debate

The question of which aircraft was “better” often sparks lively debate among aviation enthusiasts. The Spitfire’s superior performance makes it an easy favorite, but the Hurricane’s durability and adaptability also give it a strong case. In truth, both aircraft were essential to the Allied war effort, and their complementary strengths made them an unbeatable team.

The Pilots Who Flew Them

It’s important to remember that behind every Spitfire and Hurricane was a pilot who risked everything to defend their country. These men, many of them young and inexperienced, took to the skies in machines that were often pushed to their limits. Their bravery and skill were as crucial to the outcome of the Battle of Britain as the aircraft they flew.

The Legacy of the Battle of Britain

The Battle of Britain remains one of the most significant events in British history. It was a turning point in World War II, and the Spitfire and Hurricane were at the heart of that victory. The legacy of this battle and the aircraft that fought it continues to be celebrated today, reminding us of the sacrifices made in the name of freedom.

The Spitfire and Hurricane in Popular Culture

Over the years, the Spitfire and Hurricane have become cultural icons in films, books, and even video games. Their sleek lines and powerful engines symbolize British engineering and wartime resilience. Whether portrayed in battle scenes or on display at museums, these aircraft continue to capture the imagination of people worldwide.

Conclusion: A Partnership in Victory

To definitively state which was “better” – the Spitfire or the Hurricane – would be an oversimplification. Each aircraft had unique strengths and played a vital role in the RAF’s strategy. The Spitfire’s agility and speed complemented the Hurricane’s durability and firepower, creating a partnership greater than the sum of its parts.

Together, the Spitfire and Hurricane changed the course of World War II. They defended Britain from invasion and became symbols of hope and resistance. Their legacy lives on in the annals of history, in the memories of those who flew them, and in the hearts of those who continue to honor their contribution to freedom.

In the end, the story of the Spitfire and Hurricane is not just about two iconic aircraft. It’s about the people who built them, the pilots who flew them, and the battles that shaped our world. Their legacy is a testament to the power of innovation, the courage of individuals, and the enduring spirit of those who fight for what is right.

For more insights into the Spitfire and other crucial military aircraft, visit Aces In Action. Here, you’ll find an amazing piece of artwork by Craig Tinder titled “Cannon Hit Spitfire” that illustrates the Flt. Lt. Eric Stanley Lock of No. 611 Squadron – the highest-scoring Allied pilot during the Battle of Britain. The limited edition canvas print even includes a piece of an authentic Supermarine Spitfire relic from a starboard cowl panel.

14 July 1941 – Flt. Lt. Eric Stanley Lock of No. 611 Squadron, engages an enemy Messerschmitt Bf 109 in his Spitfire Mk VB resulting in his 26th and final aerial victory. Flt. Lt. Lock was the highest-scoring Allied pilot during the Battle of Britain with 21 victories. During his final mission on 3 August 1941, he was last seen in Spitfire W3257 departing for a ground strafing attack. He never returned home.

@Amznewspaper.com

[whirligig-girl]

Thomas the Tank Engine & Friends aired on this day 40 years ago. Here's a portrait of the tank engine of the hour.

I usually draw Thomas as a sort of freelance design or "railway series" inspired design, with a few more realistic features and so on, if not as a straight up accurate or slightly modified E2.

But this drawing is a study of the Gauge 1 (1:32 scale) plastic prop built for Thomas the Tank Engine & Friends season 1. Proportions could be a little better; the wheels might be a little small and the boiler a little big. oh well.

A fun detail about the design is it's mostly using flat plastic-card and tubing of just a single radius. So the curve on the front footplate is actually the same curvature as the boiler. I believe the splashers are also the same diameter, but I'm not sure. The cab roof is probably slightly curved plastic-card. I'm not sure how the boiler and funnel are made, probably some amount of sculpting went into it. The chassis is a heavily modified german gauge 1 model built by Marklin, and the details like the vacuum brake pipe (the big tubing of the S1 version of the model looks way better to me than the like, floating pipe we see in later variants of the model), headlamp, and screw-link couplers are also taken from Marklin engines.

There's often discussion of what makes an engine a "RWS" version of an engine, but comparing the Gauge 1 prop to the first illustrations of Thomas from the Railway Series books, it's pretty much spot on. The double-whistle seems to be a slight misinterpretation of the safety valve assembly, and the lamp isn't especially accurate, and the font on the "1" is a little different, but it's basically like the drawing come to life. By comparison, it's usually the later versions of Thomas that people are attempting to evoke with "RWS" versions.

I also noticed that the lining appears to have like, white around it, almost like it's a print-out or something, rather than painted directly onto the model. So that's in my drawing too; and it actually kinda helps blend between the red lining and the blue paint a little better.

[moonvisi0n]

2010 Racing - MAYALSIA, CHINA, SPAIN. 📽🐟🦕🌐

Last lap chaos, Redbull poles, battles, and Mak Webba moments ! Schumacher racing :) Comparisons/comments abt far-better-performing Rosberg :( German world-champ duo should be UP FRONT. HRT-Cosworths <3 My sister and I are watching the docu-series about Brawn GP/2009 and it's hosted by Keanu Reeves. No Vettel though--Far too much Chr*stian H*rner-Good amounts of engineering and talk about the car! Unrelated but Piastri winning grill the grid with the biggest smile>>>, even bigger than when he won in Hungary 🫢

[lavender-romancer]

I'd Do Anything

Part Four Tommy Shelby x Reader

You met when you were sixteen and from there, your lives ebbed and flowed closer and further away from one another but there was always something that brought you together.

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previous chapter

September 1918

It had now been three and a half years since you'd seen Tommy in person and some parts of you debated whether you fit into one another's lives anymore. Whenever you would eventually be reunited, nothing was guaranteed. The love you had before wouldn't be the same, you wouldn't be the same people or know how to interact like you did before. Everything would be so different. It was incredibly daunting but you didn't give too much time to those thoughts. You knew being close to the front of the second 1918 battle of the Somme was as close as you would get to Tommy for a while now. Assuming he was even in those trenches, the two of you hadn't spoken through letters for so long by this point.

You'd been writing to Polly the last few months. After many attempts to create a dialogue between you and Tommy you gave up, he wouldn't write back and soon you lost track of where his battalion was stationed. It seemed futile to try anymore so you wrote to others who wanted to hear what you had to say. Polly told you to focus on your work and not think about him. But it seemed harder with every day that passed, the more you felt disconnected from him. The string that had attached the two of you together since you were young felt like it was fraying.

Every small thing that had happened in your life felt insignificant when you looked into the eyes of soldiers. Your pain, your anguish paled in comparison to theirs. Even their eyes looked haunted, it was the worst at night on the ward when men would wake up screaming and then they would be sent back to the front once again. Sometimes they would beg to not be sent back, praying to God for their death to be quick and every night you seemed to be haunted by the possibility that Tommy longed for the release of death.

He didn't think he would be so close to the same front for so many years. He was only 25 miles away from where the Battle of the Somme had taken place. Digging out trenches for infantry and doing all the grunt work tunnelers preferred to their normal role underground. Tommy was just glad to not be back in La Bassée digging deep concrete dugouts during the cold winter last year. He was lucky he hadn't got frostbite on most days, it was relentless hours with few breaks and the constant anxiety that they would hit a mine or a water source that would flood the dugout.

Tommy never thought he'd be glad to be digging out trenches but he was, there was order and a method to all of it. After the Germans stabilised their trenches clay-kickers and engineers were ordered to dig stronger defenses with even deeper dugouts. All he could do was pray to a God he knew didn't exist that they wouldn't put him back underground. Mines weren't being used anymore but Tommy wouldn't believe he was free of the torment until the war was over. He couldn't do it again, he refused to hear the shovels again.

The Second Battle of the Somme ended in early September and you were reassigned to Hèbuterne. As you approached late October there were more and more whispers that a peace deal might be reached- irregardless of how impossible that seemed with the amount of casualties being reported.

The unlikely outcome of peace talks was reaffirmed when you were relocated again to Cambrai. There to give medical assistance to the allied forces pushing the German forces using tanks and other heavy machinery. In two days 12,000 allied men lost their lives and it was a victory. This fatality toll was better than earlier battles and you couldn't quite believe the brutality of it all. Soldiers recovering discussed how they had breached the Hindenburg Line. You wished you could talk to Tommy about it all, where was he? No one knew where tunneling units were given; it was supposed to be more secretive.

Your station didn't change for a while, you were to act as a walking wounded CCS and also a rest station for the XXII Corps. You always hated being a walking wounded CCS, it often felt like sending lambs out to slaughter after you had looked after them. Looking into those soldiers' eyes as you cleared them for duty after stitching them back up when all they wanted was to go home. Their eyes would plague your dreams more than when they would plead for a quick death, some of these men you had seen multiple times and by this point they wouldn't even plead.

After a week or so you walked into the huts to check on new patients as walking wounded was essentially a rotating door.

“Bullet only grazed you I see?” you asked, walking up to the first man.

“Y/n?” The voice asked and you looked up from your tray of sterile needles and implements. It was Arthur. The Arthur who had teased you and treated you like a brother for so many years, he looked like a frail shell.

“I-” you faltered before your eyes began to well up, it had been so long since you had seen anyone you loved that you didn't know how to react. Arthur just reached out and held your shaking hand.

“Come on, let's get this sorted and we can talk.” Arthur said softly, in the kindest voice you had ever heard. It refocused your brain, you went into an autopilot state of mind. You became a sister again, devoid of identity and there to help. After he was patched up your hands started shaking again and you both walked out to get some extremely watered down tea-it was essentially hot water.

The two of you sat down on a bench together, your dress covered in mud and a bit of blood on your sleeves, Arthur didn't look much different. There was a respectable distance between the two of you but you wanted to hug him so badly it was infuriating.

“I'm so glad you're alive.” Was all you could say.

“I could say the same for you. A lot of these places get bombed.” Arthur stared out at the littony of men under makeshift tents on stretchers.

“I'm not unfamiliar with it.” You paused, “Where have you been? Do you know where the brothers are?”

“I've been all around it feels like. Pulled from one place to another getting patched up and sent out again, it's a never ending cycle until I finally get shot on the head.” He spoke plainly and without emotion, every now and then bringing the mug to his lips.

“Cigarette?” You asked, offering him one. “I'm not exactly supposed to smoke but I don't know if it will matter after long, we could all be dead tomorrow.” Arthur brought out some matches and lit both of your cigarettes as you simultaneously breathed out smoke.

“I'm glad you're not in the trenches. I'm glad you're here but not any closer. I don't think I could take losing someone else, I haven't seen either of the boys in months, maybe years I can't remember.” Arthur looked up at the sky and placed his empty mug next to him on the bench. “It feels like time just throws you along, I don't think I've felt like a person until this very moment. I know I'll have to go home at some point but I don't think I'll ever feel human again.”

“Don't say that.” You turned to him.

“There's never just one direction, it's this fight then, this battle, then this wound, then this hospital and all of it round and round and round. My life is stuck in this fucking loop and my head… my head can't fucking live with it, I- I think I might be broken, Y/n.” Arthur looked at the ground with a sad expression, maybe it was pity for himself you weren't sure.

“There's rumors of peace talks.” You offered and he scoffed.

“It's just more fucking words. Words won't save anyone until they fucking mean something.” Arthur stubbed out his cigarette and stood up. “I need to report back, I think-” before he could finish you enveloped him in a hug that was so tight you thought he might burst. You held you close and sighed.

“I feel like a child when I hug you, like it all goes away and we're playing together in the street again.” You said quietly before drawing apart.

“It will never be like that again, Y/n. The sooner you accept that, the sooner you can try to live.” Arthur said with such sadness in his eyes before turning and heading towards his commanding officer to report back.

It was only a month later when the bloody thing ended. Even later than the 11th of November when you could finally go home. Transport was full, boats even fuller and you feared catching some sort of illness so you stayed. Liaising with nurses near Cambrai to help locals with any medical issue, writing to Polly and even traveling around in a mobile medical vehicle to make sure no one was left behind. It took close to two months and you all but forgot that you'd missed Christmas when you arrived back in Birmingham.

At no point had you ever taken leave. You didn't see the point since you knew you wouldn't want to go back to the front and it was your duty to be there. What could you do in Birmingham? Run the betting shop? What would be the point when everyday people were dying and you could have helped prevent some of it? No, you had made the right decision.

Tommy didn't know what to do with himself. He stared up at his ceiling with a blank mind, his eyes sunken with dark circles. How could he sleep when he heard the same thing, the shovels. The war hadn't killed him but he was convinced that he could be the one to do it.

“Thomas,” Tommy heard Polly call “Come downstairs.” He regrettably stood up and rubbed a hand down his face before walking downstairs, hearing surprisingly happy voices.

“I thought you'd never come back!” Finn yelled excitedly before jumping into someone's arms.

“She wasn't going to leave any of us, were you dear?” Polly asked with a raised eyebrow and then he heard your laugh- there was less emotion behind it.

“How could I ever leave such a troublemaker like you! Someone's got to give Polly a break.” You put Finn down and smiled at him.

Your gaze rose to the man in front of you, Tommy. Your Tommy. He didn't look like the man you remembered but you didn't care, you walked toward him and enveloped him in the same hug you gave Arthur months ago.

“I'm so glad you're alive.” You whispered close to Tommy's ear and his arms wrapped around you timidly at first before pulling you even closer.

It was your smell that made Tommy emotional. Not replying to letters kept home at an arm's length but when he had come home for a weekend's leave it would always be Finn asking for you that left a bitter taste in his mouth. He knew it was wrong to thrust you away with a lack of replying but he just couldn't do it.

“Tom, where is she?” Finn asked in a quiet voice as Tommy sat by the fire still in his uniform taking his boots off.

“She might not have been allowed to come home yet.” Tommy answered.

“But you're here? Are you not together?” His eyes looked even sadder.

“We both have important jobs but they don't work together,” Tommy paused. “I miss her too.” He replied looking into the fire.

“Why couldn't you come home?” Tommy buried his face in your neck and his words were slightly muffled. Polly pulled Finn by the hand and took him into the kitchen to give both of you some time.

“What did you say?” You asked softly, pulling back slightly. Tommy's head was bowed a small dim beam of light highlighting his jaw perfectly- his hair flopped over his face and you noted to take him to the barbers soon.

“Why didn't you come home?” He asked quietly and your breath hitched in your throat. “I understand what it's like out there. Polly and Finn won't understand but I do, even more so and I came back.”

“I couldn't bear it.” You said after a few moments, you walked forward and sat down on one of the steps of the creaking stairs. “I didn't know if any one of you was alive, I couldn't face this house without any of you. If I focussed on my work, on my routine, then I didn't think about if you were dead.” You looked at Tommy as he sat next to you, “You stopped writing. I thought you might be dead and Polly didn't have the heart to tell me.”

“Writing to you gave me solace at the start. When we all thought it would be over soon with some fucking diplomatic intervention,” he laughed coldly. “The further it got into the nightmare the more I didn't want to bring you into it.”

“Everything has changed from who we were before. But we can trust one another like never before.” You put your hand over his.

“And why can we trust one another more than before?” He asked with a slightly concerned face.

“Because at one or multiple points in the last few years, we have seen death or thought we were about to die. We're both broken.” Your finger traced up and down the top side of his hand.

The two of you sat in silence for a while, until Tommy turned his head to look at your face and the both of you hadn't realised how close you were. You had both aged and matured in different ways, both of you had a sadness behind your eyes that had never been there before. Being plagued by memories of such intense suffering had an impact, long hours and lack of proper nourishment making the two of you look very different to how you remembered. But it didn't matter, you were each other's person in one way or another. Leaning your foreheads against one another, your head's went quiet for a moment- you couldn't hear the screams of agony and Tommy could no longer hear the shovels.

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[deutschland-im-krieg]

Post WW1 exhibition of captured German aircraft in England, location and date unknown. Note HUGE size of the Zeppelin Staaken R.VI Reisenflugzeug in comparison to the two Fokker Dr.I triplanes on the left. The R.VI was the world's first series produced strategic bomber. Reistenflugzeug means Giant Plane and they were commonly known as R planes by the English. R planes had four engines as a minimum, sometimes six. For more, see my Facebook page - Eagles Of The Reich

[arcticdementor]

"Ironically, I think whites as a racial culture are defined by the lack of ethnic nepotism. I don’t think it ever happened in the US that a Scots-descended businessman would want to keep the business entirely Scots and deny jobs to Swedes. And everybody and their dog seems to be 1/4 German and 1/4 Irish and 1/16 Chocktaw… Now, as a comparison, I was writing to a girl in some dating app and I said “You look kinda East Asian” and she replied “Kinda East Asian?! 100% pure blooded Han!” LOL. This is the level of racial-ethnic consciousness (and nepotism) that is normal in most of the world. In fact, that is why whites have a problem with Jews, they are not used to ethnic nepotism. Most people on the planet would find it entirely normal because they are doing the same thing.  Ethnic nepotism is deep down extended family nepotism. They are not simply hiring co-ethnics, if they can, they will hire fourth cousins. This boils down that in a low-trust society you can only trust relatives. Whites have invented the nuclear family, without deep extended family ties, individualism, and a high-trust society where trusting strangers is normal. The disappearance of ethno-racial consciousness and nepotism was simply downstream from this. Universalism, the idea of universal human rights and suchlike is a super white idea, originally IMHO developed in Paris, and clearly the flip side of individualism. Is it a Christianity-rooted idea? Perhaps, but there are many Christians from Greeks to Armenians and Georgians who are not interested in it.  The good news is that every time desegregation is not enforced, people spontaneously segregate. The 1960’s civil rights idea that blacks want to see white faces in their neighborhoods, schools and churches was basically a lie. They want the money, yes, and if the only way to get the money is to tolerate white faces, they will, but they are not that super happy about it. Here in Europe our elites are basically bribing the Muslims to stay here, because they actually don’t like to live in places with miniskirts, public drinking and the smell of roasting pork.  The white identity had arisen due to the age of sail, discovery, colonialism, and slavery, as an opposite of the brown natives. Scots and Swedes found they have more in common with each other than with the natives. People who did most of this sailing, were mostly of a Northwestern European background, and this is how whiteness contains some cultural, not only biological aspects, such as Protestantism, that is, a certain culture of practical-minded “dryness”, more engineers than artists compared to Catholic Europe. Here in Central Euro we tend to have national identities, not a white identity, because we did not sail much and thus everybody we met was mostly white, even the Ottoman elites tended to be much whitened by intermixing, slavery and renegades. So race is not an easy concept for me either. Especially if I look at my steppe nomad side of ancestors."

—TheDividualist

[opera-ghosts]

American soprano Julia Heinrich: A Spring Morning (1916)

American soprano Julia Heinrich (1880-1919) A Spring Morning H. Lane Wilson (arranger) Henry Carey (composer) Recorded: March 20, 1916 in New York --

From Alabama, daughter of the well-known German baritone Max Heinrich (1851-1916), she studied first with her father, then worked as a music teacher in a college. She sang with her father in Montreal in 1899 and then went to Europe and sang in Eberfeld house as a guest in Amsterdam, as Sieglinde in Die Walkure (1913). She was a member of the Hamburg Opera (1913-1915) and then was called to the Metropolitan Opera, where she made her debut as Gutrune in Gotterdammerung; however, she was given no other important roles there. She undertook concert tours in 1916 and appeared as an oratorio singer. In 1919, in the small Louisiana town of Hammond, she made the so-called "direct comparison tests," better known as "Tone Tests", in which she sang and her Edison discs were played at the same time. It was in Hammond where she was killed instantly after being struck by a heavy baggage cart that had rolled off the railway station platform, colliding with an arriving engine. The pianist Lucille Colette, standing next to her, was uninjured. Julia Heinrich made only 10 recordings, all for Edison. Due to anti-German sentiment during WWI, Heinrich apparently altered her surname to Henry. Interestingly, her father was mentor to James Gibbons Huneker (1857-1921), the renowned American music critic and author who to this day is quoted by scholars and researchers. ( Sources: The Kutsch & Riemens Concise Biographical Dictionary of Singers - Chilton Book Company - 1969 / The Record of Singing by Michael Scott - Holmes & Meier Publishers, Inc. - 1979 / James Gibbons Huneker: Critic of the Seven Arts by Arnold T. Schwab - 1963 / The New Orleans Times-Picayune / The New York Times / Vertical-Cut Cylinders and Discs by Victor Girard & Harold M. Barnes - British Institute of Recorded Sound - (1971) / Discography of American Historical Recordings (DAHR)

[your-resident-boat-person]

Hi! I saw your post about your top ocean liners! If you're still answering questions, what do you know about the Adriatic? Feel free to include another ship as I'm trying to learn more about ocean liners!

So, the Adriatic occupies a strange position in the Ocean Liner community. If you were to ask someone which of the Olympic class was their favorite, you'd get various answers, including the Britannic. However, very few people would say they picked Britannic because "she's the best version of the Olympic class". Most people would discuss her building, or her World War 1 service. Meanwhile, most people who I have spoken to about the Big 4 prefer the Adriatic because "she's the best version of the big 4". And, I mean, they're right, but its strange. She's the largest, the fastest, and the most luxurious. She was the first ocean liner to feature a swimming pool and Turkish bath, and all of her accommodations were generally a significant upgrade from her predecessors. But it's strange to me how THAT is the reason everyone prefers her. I mean, it's why I prefer her. She's the ultimate ship of the Big 4. But like I said earlier, very few people who prefer Britannic over Olympic and Titanic hold that opinion because she was (planned to be) more luxurious.

Anyway, here are some cool facts for you.

1. The Big 4 was almost the Big 5.

After Titanic sank, White Star apparently put in an order with Harland and Wolff for "A new Adriatic class ship". This is VERY strange considering the Big 4 had since been superceded by the Olympic class. As far as I know, no company EVER ordered a new ship from a previous generation like this, other than this instance. The ship was to be named RMS Germanic, after the SS Germanic of 1874, from the Britannic class. She presumably would have followed and improved upon Adriatics design, just as the Adriatic improved on the design of her predecessors. RMS Germanic had her keel laid down right around when World War 1 started, but the war delayed her construction, and she was eventually canceled.

2. The name

Like the Germanic, The RMS Adriatic was named after another White Star ship, the SS Adriatic of 1871. The SS Adriatic was the 5th ship in the Oceanic class, White Star's first class of ships. Like the RMS Adriatic, the SS Adriatic was an enhanced version of her predecessors. However, the SS Adriatic was later improved upon by the SS Celtic. The RMS Celtic of the Big 4 was named after this ship.

3. The Specs

The third ship of the Big 4, the RMS Baltic (named after the SS Baltic from 1871, also from the Oceanic class) was significantly larger than the previous two ships. However, Harland and Wolff left her engines unmodified. This meant that she was slightly slower than her predecessors. The Adriatic was even larger than the Baltic, but Harland and Wolff made her engines significantly more powerful. This meant that the largest of the Big 4 was also the most powerful, and the fastest. Her fastest crossing time was 7 days and 6 minutes. Also, her top speed was around 17 knots.

4. Coal consumption.

The Lusitania and Mauretania were the fastest ships in the world. From 1907 to 1929, their speed was unrivaled. The Mauretania specifically held the record for 19 uninterrupted years, and even beat her own record once. This, however, came at a cost. The Lusitania and Mauretania consumed 1,000 tons of coal PER DAY. The Olympic, only a few knots slower, only consumed 650 tons per day, despite being nearly 10,000 GRT larger than both of them. I actually discussed this in more detail in a previous post. Anyway, the Adriatic, by comparison, only consumed 260 tons per day. Now, she was nearly 10 knots slower than the Mauretania, but you can see how much more economical it made her by comparison. Because this was before late stage capitalism, these savings were passed on to the consumers. Tickets for the Adriatic (and by extension, the rest of the Big 4) were SIGNIFICANTLY CHEAPER than other competing ships, even the Olympic, and the RMS Oceanic, the predecessor to the Big 4. Also, after the first World War, most Ocean Liners like Olympic and Mauretania were converted to burn Oil instead of coal. This had several advantages.

1) Oil made the refueling process several magnitudes easier and shorter.

2) Burning Oil instead of Coal made the ship marginally faster (the Olympic was 1/10th of a knot faster after the conversion).

3) Burning Oil made the ship produce much less smoke, increasing the air quality in EVERY PORT THESE SHIPS WENT TO.

4) Because fluid takes the shape of its container, you were able to store MUCH more of it, greatly extending the ships range.

However, an unintended consequence of this was the Stokers. Generally, a ship like the Olympic had 350 men stoking the boilers with coal. After being converted to Oil, this number dropped to 50 or 60. Also, because Coal and Oil boilers were so different, coal stokers would need to be completely reeducated to work on these new ships (contrary to popular belief, stokers were considered skilled labor at the time, and required very specific and specialized knowledge and training. It wasn't just a matter of finding a strong guy and handing him a shovel.) As a show of good faith to their employees, White Star didn't convert any of the ships of the Big 4 to burn oil, to help ensure that the coal stokers could maintain employment. This was especially appreciated once the Great Depression hit in 1929.

🌟~B-B-B-BONUS FACT~🌈

The RMS Adriatic was launched on the same day as Cunard's RMS Mauretania. Because of this, as well as the fact that the RMS Lusitania was launched earlier, the Adriatic was the only member of the Big 4 to not hold the title of "largest ship in the world".

⚓️🛟🚢 - BONUS B O N U S FACT - 🚢🛟⚓️

The longest trip the RMS Adriatic did was her voyage to be scrapped in Osaka Japan.

Now that I've infodumped all over your dash, here's a disclaimer:

90% of this was from memory. I occasionally checked some sources for specific numbers like speed and coal consumption, but otherwise this was all stuff I just knew off hand. Before you use ANY of this information ANYWHERE, I'd reccomend fact checking it to make sure I didn't get anything wrong.

If you have any other questions, feel free to reach out and ask! This is my favorite thing in the world.

[natalioamadofakhre1]

How Natalio Amado Fakhre Helps Brands Dominate Google Rankings Across Europe

An organization's visibility on Google can make or break its success in the crowded digital marketplace. Across Europe, one digital strategist is helping companies rise to the top of search results—Natalio Amado Fakhre. Based in Madrid, Spain, Natalio is known for his sharp SEO strategies, social media expertise, and brand-building capabilities that consistently deliver results.

Let’s examine how Natalio helps brands claim top positions on Google and build sustainable search engine dominance.

Who Is Natalio Amado Fakhre?

Natalio Amado Fakhre is a Madrid-based digital marketing expert focused on SEO, social media marketing, and branding. Over the years, he has worked with businesses across multiple European markets—developing and executing data-driven campaigns that directly increase visibility, traffic, and conversions.

His approach is technical, creative, and laser-focused on what Google values most: quality content, authority, and user experience.

Foundations of His SEO Success

1. Fixing What Holds Brands Back

Natalio starts with deep technical SEO audits, identifying and resolving issues that hinder performance:

Page speed and core web vitals

Broken links and crawl errors

Mobile responsiveness

Duplicate content and indexing gaps

These elements lay the groundwork for everything else—because even the best content can’t rank if a site’s foundation is flawed.

2. Keyword Targeting That Matches User Intent

Ranking is only valuable if it matches what users are actually searching for. Natalio conducts intent-focused keyword research, building strategies that cover:

Informational queries (e.g., guides, tips)

Transactional searches (e.g., buy, hire, services)

Regional keywords tailored for each European market

This precision helps generate not just traffic—but qualified, conversion-ready visitors.

3. Strategic On-Page Optimization

Every page is optimized with:

Clear heading structures (H1-H3)

Internal linking to boost topical relevance

Optimized images with alt tags

Schema markup to improve search visibility

His focus on semantic SEO ensures that content communicates value to both users and Google’s crawlers.

Localizing SEO for European Markets

Natalio understands that SEO in Europe isn't one-size-fits-all. Search behaviors, languages, and competitors vary across countries. He tailors strategies with:

Local keyword research (Spanish, French, German, etc.)

Region-specific backlink outreach

Hreflang implementation for multilingual targeting

This attention to regional detail gives his clients an edge in markets like France, Germany, Italy, the Netherlands, and beyond.

Creating Content That Drives Rankings

Tone and Voice

Natalio builds a consistent brand voice that aligns with each client’s identity. Whether it's professional, approachable, or bold, the tone remains uniform across:

Blog posts

Service pages

Landing pages

Social content

Content Formats That Work

He favors high-performing formats such as:

1000–2000 word blog posts

How-to guides

Comparison articles

Case studies

Listicles and resource hubs

These formats naturally earn backlinks, increase time on page, and support Google’s E-E-A-T principles (Experience, Expertise, Authoritativeness, Trust).

Visual & Interactive Elements for Better UX

User experience is now a direct ranking factor. Natalio boosts engagement by incorporating:

Optimized Images: Branded graphics with alt text and compression

Infographics: Great for link-building and quick summaries

Embedded Videos: Increases time-on-site and builds trust

Interactive FAQs and Sliders: Enhances UX and improves mobile engagement

This reduces bounce rates and encourages deeper content exploration.

Safe, Scalable Link-Building

Natalio doesn’t chase shortcuts. His white-hat link-building tactics include:

Guest posting on relevant, high-authority blogs

Securing digital PR coverage in European outlets

Collaborating with influencers for natural link placements

Building citation links for local SEO strength

These efforts improve domain authority and create ranking durability—especially useful in algorithmic volatility.

Performance Tracking That Matters

Every strategy is backed by clear reporting. Natalio tracks and shares progress through:

Google Analytics 4

Google Search Console

SEO tools like Semrush or Ahrefs

Custom dashboards tracking key KPIs

From organic traffic to keyword rankings and goal completions, clients see exactly where their growth comes from—and what to optimize next.

Notable Results Across Europe

Clients across industries and regions have experienced:

+200% organic traffic growth in 6–9 months

Page one rankings for competitive keywords

Reduced paid ad spend due to organic lead generation

Improved domain authority across multilingual sites

Whether it’s a Spanish B2B SaaS, a French luxury e-commerce brand, or a German real estate agency, Natalio’s SEO blueprint adapts to deliver.

Final Words

Natalio Amado Fakhre isn’t just helping brands appear on Google—he’s helping them stay at the top. His strategies are rooted in data, refined through experience, and shaped for performance in diverse European markets.

For businesses aiming to lead their niche online, partnering with a digital strategist like Natalio can be the difference between showing up—and dominating.

[spacetimewithstuartgary]

What does an ancient lava tube in the Canary Islands have in common with space exploration?

For our robotics teams, it turns out, quite a lot.

A small group of our researchers traveled to Lanzarote, more than 18,000 km from their home base in Brisbane, to test their navigation and mapping technology with the German Aerospace Center (DLR) in a lava tube—a tunnel through rock, deep underground.

Their purpose? Understand how DLR's SCOUT Rover would perform in lava tubes much, much further away—beneath the surface of the moon and Mars.

What is a lava tube?

Lava tubes are natural tunnels created by lava flowing along or under the surface. The outer layer of the lava flow cools, forming a crust. As the hotter lava drains away, it leaves behind a tunnel. These tunnels can be up to 65 km long and tens of meters wide. The pitch dark, uneven surface and large rocky obstacles pose significant challenges to robotic and human explorers alike.

The Lanzarote lava tube system is an accessible testing ground for DLR's SCOUT Rover, tailor-made for navigating the complex terrain. Instead of using traditional wheels, the rover deploys novel spoked wheels and flexible back elements to navigate through and around obstacles.

Of course, Earth isn't the only planet in our solar system with lava tubes.

Natural protection from cosmic radiation

Space is dangerous. Without Earth's protective magnetic field, solar and cosmic radiation pose life-threatening danger to human space explorers.

But it turns out you don't need a magnetic field to shield astronauts and equipment from the worst space has to offer—you just need rocks and dirt.

Ross Dungavell is a Senior Engineer in our robotics team. He said lava tubes provide ideal shelter from the intense conditions of space.

"On the lunar surface, you get 13.8 days of sunlight, then 13.8 days of night—with temperatures ranging from 130°C to -180°C. In comparison, lava tubes are a constant, mild temperature," he said.

Along with protection from radiation and harsh temperatures, the lava tubes would protect astronauts from micrometeorite impacts.

"They date back to the moon's volcanic activity, so if they exist today, they've been stable for one to many billions of years," Ross said.

"You get to have a look at this very old, very untouched lunar geology [that is] by lunar standards, an extremely pleasant environment."

Fred Pauling, a Principal Engineer in our robotics team, added that lava tubes offer an array of exciting scientific opportunities.

"It's potentially a pristine way to inspect the subsurface geology without having to drill. [On Mars] these lava tubes could be places that continue to have life, or signs of life," he said.

Award-winning autonomous navigation

If you're looking to explore underneath rocks and dirt, CSIRO is a good place to start.

"Lava tubes really represent, from a technical perspective, an extension of the work we've done in other subterranean environments, like underground mine sites and caves," Fred said.

That work includes Wildcat SLAM—a mapping technology that's also been deployed on the International Space Station—and Navstack, which uses that information to plot a robot's course in 3D space.

The technology was deployed at the DARPA Subterranean Challenge, where 11 teams used their tech to autonomously navigate a cave. The team's work attracted the attention of DLR, paving the way for collaboration on extraterrestrial lava tubes.

Dr. Roy Lichtenheldt is the project manager of the DLR SCOUT Rover.

"Caves have many obstacles. If you move around, you can see a lot of breakdowns, big piles of rubble, sometimes even hard to get over as a human," he explained.

"While we are responsible for the locomotion system, CSIRO supplies perception and autonomy with the LIDAR. Our collaboration helps us to let the rover navigate through the cave without human intervention, which is especially important for us."

"On the moon and Mars, we have a signal delay and very short mission duration, so any call back to Earth would cost us precious time. For this reason, the rover has to make decisions on its own and be extremely robust. We want to tune the autonomy, enabling the rover to find its path, while not limiting itself by avoiding too many obstacles."

Our team returned to Australia with plenty of work to do. Fletcher Talbot is a Senior Robotics Research Engineer in the team.

"It was hard in Lanzarote to really pinpoint exactly what was working and what wasn't working," Fletcher said.

"Next steps will be to really delve down into the specifics and understand what components work, what don't work and what needs to be done to make it more performant."

They hope to bring a model SCOUT Rover to Brisbane to further integrate the technologies.

From there, the sky is not the limit. With an international effort, the team hopes that future funding could bring the technology to lava tubes on the moon, and one day Mars.

But for each of them, the experience on Lanzarote is one worth cherishing.

"Everywhere you go, you're completely surrounded by volcanoes and lava flows. You really got a sense of, if you're on the moon, this is the kind of environment you might be faced with," Fred said.

"It's the best part of the job, honestly. Seeing our tech out in the real world doing real things … you have to accept some humility because something quite often doesn't work in the real world," Fletcher said.

"But the best part of any of this development process is to really understand where the technology falls down and where it exceeds expectations."

IMAGE: DLR's SCOUT Rover is designed to explore the complex terrain of lava tubes. Credit: Roy Lichtenheldt, DLR