#High-temperature material handling

[artethyst]

~ Leaves In A Sky Full Of Stars ~

Eris Vanserra x Rhysand’s Sister!Reader/OC

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“Remind me again why we are here?” Eris grumbled, signature frown plastered upon his unamused face.

“Because,” you enunciated, turning you attention to the babbling bundle secured in your Mate’s arms, his innocent eyes drinking up the frosty scenery around him in awe. “Just look at how happy he is!”

As if to further your argument, little Silas appeared squeal in agreement, his tiny legs kicking in glee as the High Lord carefully adjusted his hold on his delighted son- the boy’s excitable wriggling sending his already paranoid heart racing.

He thought he looked ridiculous.

Togged up in Winter attire- even though he could regulate his own temperature, you had insisted he don the furs of the Court you had travelled to as it would be “courteous”.

You thought he looked adorable.

His pale cheeks flushed, the rosiness only serving to bring attention to the delicate spattering of freckles across his tall nose- the fluffy material over his ears.

“My son looks absurd.”

“Our son looks absolutely darling!”

The boy in question too was swaddled, though instead in a mini snowsuit- little tufts of his red curls peeking from the soft fur that lined his puffy hood.

If he was squishable before, he was absolutely coddle worthy now.

His grabby hands were warm as ever, being unable to regulate his powers so young, the familiar heart emanating from his small body was a welcome comfort in Kallias’ court.

At first you were worried he was overheating, absolutely terrifying Eris one night when you shook him awake, frantic and near tears over the sleeping babe who was content as could be- his father’s curls wild with sleep and chubby cheeks flushed in innocent delight.

“Eris he’s burning up!” You were hanging off your groggy husband’s bicep in terror, watching his tired face meld into one of exasperation as you both were comically peering over the babe. “I-I think he has a fever- we must get the Healer-”

“My Love,” he let out, a tired smile on his wearied face, “it is normal for an Autumn babe. Ask my mother, it was the same for me as was with all of my brothers.”

“But-“

“Darling, he is fine,” he pressed a gentle kiss to your temple whilst securing his hand around your waist, his other moving to hover over the baby’s rosy cheeks, absorbing some of the heat so his little face became a complexion your heart could handle. “See?”

You sighed, your thumb coming to skin over the perfect cheek of your infant, not wanting to leave him.

“Can…Can we have him in our room?”

Eris sighed, unable to prevent a tender half smile gracing his features.

“I thought we agreed with the Healers that it was best for him to remain in his own chambers, hmmm?”

You huffed, pouting up at your husband with those twinkling violet eyes he had never once had the strength to deny.

“I am High Lady am I not? I can do as a like.” You stuck your nose in the air as Eris chuckled lowly, careful to not disturb the cooing babe who gently stirred in his cot, with an attitude he could only compare to your brother’s.

“If it will settle your ridiculous fears, My Star, I will bring him to our chambers.”

“You’re only saying that because you wish to go to back sleep.”

“Who am I to argue with my High Lady, hmm?”

That seemed like so long ago, the babe in question now able to babble in almost intelligible sentences and hold up the weight of his own head.

“Viviane and Kallias are our friends-“

“Your friends. Frankly, I would much rather-“

“High Lord. High Lady.” Eris was cut off by a warm voice- starkly opposed to his icy appearance. Kallias’ strong hand was mirthfully brought to Eris’, who shook it back with a mirroring fervour despite his earlier words.

You had to fight back a laugh, struggling to ignore the vexation he was hurtling down the bond.

Behave, you spoke into his mind, you should be grateful they invited such a grumpy Firehead as you into their home.

You didn’t have to look back at your husband to know he had rolled his eyes, adjusting Silas on his hip as he begrudgingly followed Kallias, an undeniable ghost of smile on his downturned lips as his son began cooing in awe at the glimmering structure they were entering.

“Dada!” He grinned, his little dimple pulling Eris from his mood, “brrrr!” A chubby finger pointed at the glacial carvings as he mimicked the noise you had been teaching him to help learn the seasons.

“Yes Silas, very clever. It is indeed cold.” Eris pressed a light kiss to Silas’ head, causing the babe to giggle, the noise a welcome salvation to the High Lord.

“Brrr!Brrr!”

“Precisely why I wanted to stay in Autumn…” Eris mumbled, agreeing with his son continued to note how freezing the temperature was.

“Brrr!”

At the sweet sound, you smiled back at the pair, pausing your conversation with Kallias to look upon your favourite boys, so alike in appearance it was sometimes scary.

“He wants you to say it,” you watched as the older male’s face contorted, perhaps finally understanding why his son kept repeating the noise. “He likes it when you copy him.”

“Brrr!” The boy said again, his wide eyes hopeful as he stared up at his father who, if anyone, could never deny his son.

“Yes Silas…Brrrr.” Eris relented, his voice notably dropping in volume as he made the noise, refusing to look you in the eye as you gave the other High Lord a wicked grin.

“You were not wrong High Lady,” Kallias smiled, “the High Lord of Autumn truly is powerless when it comes to his family.”

~

After a lengthy stroll around the grounds, you all joined Viviane in the drawing room. She squealed and brought you into a vivacious embrace, words tumbling from her mouth before you’d even had the chance to remove yourself from her iron grip.

“Oh I have missed you so! I have so much to tell you-“ it was then she let out a soft gasp, spotting Silas squirming in Eris’ arms. “Oh my! He has gotten so big!” She cried, moving to swoop him from Eris’ arms who you noticed was especially reluctant to hand him over.

You had noted that he had become increasingly territorial and protective over his son since his birth, at first thinking it was only because there had been a chance he was going to die, but even after Madja had saved him- you both, his worries had only grown.

You knew why.

Even if he never admitted it out loud. That despite everything- all his efforts to undo the suffering his father had caused, he still had many enemies.

Enemies that would love nothing more than to hurt him by taking away the things he loved most.

Silas frowned as he was transferred into the loud woman’s arms, his father’s infamous frown plastered ridiculously on his teeny tiny face.

Viviane attempted to make him smile, bouncing him on her hip and giving his little freckled cheek a gentle, cool peck.

“Do not mind him Vi,” you teased, finding your place in Eris’ free arms as he secured you against his chest immediately out of habit. “He has inherited more than just his looks from his father.”

And your words appeared to have a double meaning when your son’s grumpiness fell apart just as quickly as Viviane could coax it out of him with extra cuddles- just like The Lady of Autumn had assured you her own son had been a complete softie for at that age.

~

Eris payed little attention to the words Kallias was spewing- a proposed trade agreement that would be advantageous for both sides involved. He was far more focused on the glass of alcohol that was rather difficult to source in Autumn, hoping to be done sooner rather than later so he could spend some time with you and Silas without politics looming over his already troubled mind.

He took a small swig from his goblet, relaxing as the liquid warmed his throat, his slender hand coming to skim against his jaw as he read over the papers he had been presented with.

“You are lucky Eris,” Kallias spoke with honesty, causing the auburn haired male to look up at him and follow the other male’s eye-line to the grand window which displayed the winter gardens below where the two females and young boy were playing. “I remember a time where many High Lords- myself included, would have done anything for the Princess’ hand.”

Though a harmless comment, it made Eris’ blood boil. His possessiveness never once dwindling since the bond had first snapped for him all those centuries ago.

“I know.” Was all he replied, a smugness to his tone which complimented his signature smirk which did not fail to falter his façade. “I am a very lucky male indeed.”

“Years ago my wife told me she wished she possessed the kind of love you both do,” his tone was wistful as he watched his own mate with a biting fondness in his eye. “A passionate, suffocating kind of bond. One I was once afraid might melt a heart such as mine.”

“Careful, High Lord,” Eris’ smirk grew, “from experience, I must advise you. It is never wise to deny a lady’s desires.”

Kallias laughed, removing his gaze from Viviane who was making delicate snowflakes and sending them gently whirring against Silas’ button nose which had turned pink from the cold.

“We are trying for one ourselves…” Eris interpreted from his tone that it was a difficult subject, Fae pregnancies were rare and testing, even without the stresses of ruling a Court. “We can only hope they will be as much as a blessing as young Silas.”

It was Eris’ turn to become wistful then, focusing on his own Mate, even from afar catching the charming blush atop her fresh complexion as she twirled about the snow with their son.

Their son.

A phrase he had never thought he’d have the pleasure of saying.

“You are a steadfast man, Kallias. Your wife brings so much joy to my own I can only begin to imagine what a delight your offspring would bring her.”

Kallias knew that was as close as any compliment he could wrangle from the man, so clasped him on the shoulder with a heartfelt nod as Eris moved beside him, freshly signed papers left on the desk as they both stared at their entire worlds.

Eris knew, in that moment, watching as his son waddled across the pale terrain to his mother, who crouched down with awaiting arms, the expression he loved most written all over her breathtaking face, that there was nothing worth living for, if not them.

[afeelgoodblog]

The Best News of Last Week

⚡ - Charging Towards a More Electrifying Future

1. The Kissimmee River has been brought back to life—and wildlife is thriving

The Kissimmee River in Florida was straightened in the 1960s, causing a sharp decline in wildlife and ecological problems. But in the 1990s, a $1 billion restoration project was initiated to restore the river's natural state.

Today, nearly half of the river has been restored, wetlands have been reestablished and rehydrated, and wildlife has returned, including rare and threatened species. Already the biological impact of the project has become clear. As the wetlands have come back, so have the birds.

2. Plastic wrap made from seaweed withstands heat and is compostable

A cling film made from an invasive seaweed can withstand high temperatures yet is still easily compostable. The material could eventually become a sustainable choice for food packaging.

Scientists started with a brown seaweed called sargassum. Sargassum contains long, chain-like molecules similar to those that make up conventional plastic, which made it a good raw material. The researchers mixed it with some acids and salts to get a solution full of these molecules, then blended in chemicals that thickened it and made it more flexible and pliable.

3. An Eagle Who Adopted a Rock Becomes a Real Dad to Orphaned Eaglet

Murphy, a bald eagle that had been showing fatherly instincts, has been sharing an enclosure with an eaglet that survived a fall from a tree during a storm in Ste. Genevieve. Murphy, his rock gone by then, took his role as foster parent seriously. He soon began responding to the chick’s peeps, and protecting it.

And when, as a test, the keepers placed two plates of food in front of the birds — one containing food cut into pieces that the chick could eat by itself, and another with a whole fish that only Murphy could handle — the older bird tore up the fish and fed it to the eaglet.

4. World's largest battery maker announces major breakthrough in energy density

In one of the most significant battery breakthroughs in recent years, the world’s largest battery manufacturer CATL has announced a new “condensed” battery with 500 Wh/kg which it says will go into mass production this year.

“The launch of condensed batteries will usher in an era of universal electrification of sea, land and air transportation, open up more possibilities of the development of the industry, and promote the achieving of the global carbon neutrality goals at an earlier date,” the company said in a presentation at Auto Shanghai on Thursday.

This could be huge. Electric jets and cargo ships become very possible at this point.

5. Cat with '100% fatal' feline coronavirus saved by human Covid-19 medicine

A beloved household cat has made an “astonishing” recovery from a usually fatal illness, thanks to a drug made to treat Covid-19 in humans – and a quick-thinking vet.

Anya​, the 7-year-old birman cat, was suffering from feline infectious peritonitis (FIP), a “100% fatal” viral infection caused by feline coronavirus. That was, until Auckland vet Dr Habin Choi​ intervened, giving Anya an antiviral used to treat Covid-19 called molnupiravir.

6. Kelp forests capture nearly 5 million tonnes of CO2 annually

Kelp forests provide an estimated value of $500 billion to the world and capture 4.5 million tonnes of carbon dioxide from seawater each year. Most of kelp’s economic benefits come from creating habitat for fish and by sequestering nitrogen and phosphorus.

7. Medical Marijuana Improved Parkinson’s Disease Symptoms in 87% of Patients

Medical cannabis (MC) has recently garnered interest as a potential treatment for neurologic diseases, including Parkinson's disease (PD). 87% of patients were noted to exhibit an improvement in any PD symptom after starting medical cannabis. Symptoms with the highest incidence of improvement included cramping/dystonia, pain, spasticity, lack of appetite, dyskinesia, and tremor.

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[alt-wannabe]

MCSR As Chemical Compounds

idk either man. expect very little actual explanation and a lot of chemical yapping from a very big nerd

Silverr as Silver Nitrate:

AgNO3

the above is the crystal structure

appearance is just a white crystal kinda like sugar

it took everything in me to not just make silverr plain Ag

silver nitrate is the most common precursor for all other important silver salts

also an extremely important compound in the development of photography! (and iirc silverr is a film major)

Feinberg as Ozone:

O3

produced during lightning strikes

pale blue at high ppm

only leaves gas state at cryogenic temperatures

naturally occurring in the stratosphere and absorbs UV rays from the sun

Fruit as Nickel(II) Chloride Hexahydrate:

NiCl2•6H2O

green

the non-hydrate form is a sort of olive-y yellow color

used to absorb ammonia in gas masks

Raddles as Potassium Permanganate:

KMnO4

Sometimes referred to as Purple Potion Powder

goes CRAZY purple when dissolved and is lowkey my favorite chemical

very strong oxidizing agent

one time i stained my hand purple through my glove with this shit idk how it happened

if made in specific solvents can look extremely similar to dragon's breath in minecraft imo

K4 as Octathio[8]circulene:

C16S8

also referred to as Sulflower (like sulfur and sunflower haha get it)

planar which is fairly uncommon for molecules of this size

can be stacked together to make sheets of sulflowers

Cube as Cubane:

C8H8

yeah this is self-explanatory

what is interesting though is that ring strain in 4 membered rings/squares is really high, so cubane existing is a bit of a chemical anomaly

i havent read into it enough to know for sure but i suspect that ring strain is why cubane is a precursor to a HELLA STRONG explosive compound

Reignex as PPTA:

Poly-p-paraphenylene terephthalamide

[-CO-C6H4-CO-NH-C6H4-NH-]n

the name is complicated as shit but this is just kevlar!

aka bulletproof vest material

looks fluffy when not woven completely together

aligning of polymer chains w hydrogen bonds creates EXTREMELY high tensile strength

Mime as Phenylmagnesium Bromide:

C6H5MgBr

a common grignard reagent aka a compound that can be used in a grignard reaction, an extremely important reaction in organic synthesis as it creates new C-C bonds

another fun fact about grignard reagents is that if water is added to them- or even if they're handled in particularly moist air- they fucking explode

extremely strong nucleophile and base

Poundcake as Xenon Hexafluoride:

XeF6

Noble gases don't react unless you REALLY make them

so a compound containing xenon is really interesting

colorless as a solid but sublimes (aka skips straight from solid to gas) into a bright yellow gas

fun fact a lot of instances where typical chemistry rules are broken (noble gases not reacting, octet rule in general, etc) involve fluorine to the point ive heard it referred to as a "batshit electron thief"

Fulham as Iron Hexacyanidoferrate:

C18Fe7N18

also known as prussian blue

extremely common pigment in paints and the first modern synthetic pigment

used extensively in The Great Wave

another one of my favorite molecules bc im biased and like inorganic chem aka things that contain metals

used as an antidote for heavy metal poisoning which is interesting bc it contains cyanide ligands!

Couriway as Bullvalene:

C10H10

in a state of constant resonance

aka the double bonds are CONSTANTLY shifting and reforming bullvalene into... itself but moved around a little

the bonds fluctuate so rapidly that in nmr analysis each carbon and hydrogen in the entire molecule is read as equivalent (for my non-chem people that's very uncommon and very cool)

formed through photolysis (aka using light/photons to fuel a reaction)

[earthstellar]

because it's cold and my circulation is shitty because I am old and disabled lmao, I've been thinking...

Concept: Old Bots in Cold Earth Weather

there are different kinds and degrees of cold, of course

but surely, snow/ice/damp winter weather would be not great for mechanical lifeforms

sure, we know rust is a perpetual concern to begin with

and in TFP, we know there is a hard limit to maximum safe cold exposure for bots in general

but what about old bots with more sensitive joints and cabling?

maybe their minor fuel lines suffer stiffness during cold weather similar to how vascular construction from cold can cause circulation problems in human beings (Reynauds Syndrome, anyone?)

it would also be comparable to winter damage to rubber lines and materials in cars, where the cold causes the rubber components to become more brittle and less flexible over time -- might also affect tires

in TFA, they're all by Lake Erie/Detroit. cold as hell in winter. there's no way Ratchet is having a good time. his ass is out there unable to feel his servos for a good five months out of the year.

I know this, because I used to live just outside of Erie, in Allegheny. And holy fuck, my joints hurt just thinking about it. Now I live in England, where it's a different type of cold, but it fucks up my circulation and my lungs. lol

maybe it's not just damp cold weather that can impact older bots more severely, but dry cold weather.

perhaps "breathing in" cold air through their cooling systems and fans might cause difficulty with internal temperature regulation, possibly even causing spark dysregulation in the way humans can suffer tachycardia/arrhythmia from extreme cold exposure.

TFA Ratchet is having a rough time, I'm telling you. He's a medic, he's watching his own systems carefully, but he's not having a good time. lmao

But even TFP Ratchet, who has been acclimated mostly to the desert climate of Nevada, surely would not have an easy time trying to bridge himself over to a colder climate in order to pull an injured bot out of the field or try to carry out field repairs in a blizzard etc.

Or G1 Kup, who would absolutely be feeling the cold in miserable ways what with being in charge of field drills for the younger recruits (and therefore having to be outside all day), but he would absolutely strategically call Hot Rod over so that he could warm himself up with the excess heat rolling off of the exceptionally hot-running speedster.

The longer his stories are, the longer Hot Rod has to stand there next to him. LOL

all of the old bots would refuse to acknowledge their own difficulty in cold weather, lmao -- If Ratchet drops a tool because he can't feel his digits at all, you did not see it, it is fine, yes Bumblebee does pick it up and it's totally not embarrassing to be taken out by EARTH WEATHER of all things

if he trips because his pedes have started to ice over and his fuel circulation is going to hell, you did not see it. (Everyone sees it. Bumblebee and Optimus are first to offer help, and if the snow piles up too high, Bulkhead might even jokingly offer to carry Ratchet back... Ratchet starts yelling back, which gives Optimus the opportunity to sweep in and pick him up instead. "It's not a problem, old friend. We all stumble at times.")

lots of grumbling about how the vacuum of space is far colder and they've handled that before etc. (until someone points out that space doesn't have snowfall etc.)

anyway my break's over so I gotta get back to work, apologies for any typos, I'm writing this on my phone lol :')

[allthedoorsareopennow]

ok SO. I have done more research. not much more this time though jjust a fun little thing about arthur's gun.

so we all know that arthur uses his x-caliber gun, right, an excaliber reference? listed as a clarent* 10-caliber railgun, a gun more powerful than what anyone else uses. what I didn't know was what a railgun actually was; I assumed it was some specific gun type I hadn't heard of, but generally a used and standard gun, just more advanced than the revolvers the other characters presumably use (I'm guessing based on the gun chamber design on the hnoc album cover. I don't know anything about guns ok I just looked up the railgun). ANYWAY. railguns are actually still in development! the concept is that a standard rifle struggles to hit a muzzle velocity 2 km/s, whereas a railgun uses electromagnets to accelerate the projectile to over 3 km/s. The idea is that the projectile does not need to contain explosives, relying instead on sheer speed, and also does not need explosive propellants, so the guns and ammunition are far less dangerous to transport. the higher speed also increases its range.

however of course to operate the electromagnets, a high power supply is required. another issue is that at present, the high temperatures caused by these speeds would quickly wear away any material the 'rails' were made of, needing to be replaced after just a few shots. but of course this can be explained away by They Built A Fucking Space Station With The Ability To Hook Your Mind Into The Controls Obviously They Can Handle Advanced Materials Science and suchlike. just an interesting aside.

having said that, there is another type of gun known colloquially as a rail gun called a Benchrest rifle, but that's much less exciting than a cool** new gun that uses electromagnets, but this seems less likely anyway because as the name implies, it's designed to be used with the gun resting on a table or bench, which is wildly impractical for dramatic shootouts.

*another interesting thing to note is that clarent is the name of a sword from Morte Arthure intended for peaceful use, like knighting ceremonies, stolen by Mordred and used to kill Arthur

**cool because. it's a cool piece of technology and a cool concept but I hope they take forever to figure it out becausue I endorse cool tech but I do not endorse war and violence and murder and killing. I can appreciate the coolness of the design while recognising that murder is bad

[usafphantom2]

The NTSB lists Triethylborane [TEB] as the following most dangerous material, one step below fissionable nuclear material,’ Former SR-71 Blackbird pilot David Peters.

The SR-71 burned JP-7 fuel. A one-of-a-kind fuel that used an additive to raise its flash point so the fuel would not break down at extreme temperatures The high flashpoint brings up another problem. Most jet engines use igniter plugs, nothing more than a very hot spark plug, if you will. Using these igniter plugs they used with the JP-7 and just drowns it out, it won’t ignite.

Kelly [Johnson] put his engineers to work, and he said, ‘OK, gentlemen, how are we going to start this?’ They came up with a very unique way. Triethylborane – TEB for short. Each engine has a one-and-a-quarter pint. If I had it in a squirt gun and I squirted it into the atmosphere, it would go Kaboom! – it explodes with contact with the atmosphere. And that’s how we started the engines. As the engines rotate, at the right time, it sprays this amount of TEB into the turbine section, which goes kaboom, which in turn lights the engine. When you take the throttles up into the afterburner, it puts this metered amount of TEB in that lights up the JP-7. You get 16 shots for each engine Mounted on each engine was a sealed tank, inerted with nitrogen gas and filled by maintenance with 600cc of TEB prior to each flight.

Former SR-71 Blackbird pilot David Peters explains: ‘An interesting note to this is the transport of it. If we landed away, servicing had to be hauled to our location. The NTSB lists TEB as the following most dangerous material, one step below fissionable nuclear material. The folks that handled this stuff were highly trained and good.’

Be sure to check out Linda Sheffield Miller (Col Richard (Butch) Sheffield’s daughter, Col. Sheffield was an SR-71 Reconnaissance Systems Officer) Facebook Page Born into the Wild Blue Yonder Habubrats

Linda Sheffield

@Habubrats71 via X

[thewertsearch]

AA: y0u really d0nt understand anything yet d0 y0u AA: and yet y0u bug and fuss and meddle AA: with things m0re danger0us than y0u can imagine

An accurate assessment. Rose is acting on information from the Gods, and it's glaringly obvious that she hasn't been given the full picture. As a result, her plans are flawed and dangerous.

Now, if Aradia would enlighten us as to why Rose's plans are so dangerous, we might actually get somewhere. She seems uncharacteristically chatty at the moment, so my hopes are high.

AA: what d0 y0u want with the s0urce 0f the first guardians AA: what g00d d0 y0u really think c0uld c0me 0f it TT: Do you know about it? TT: The sun?

So First Guardians are created by the Green Sun.

Wait - actually, I think they're created from the Green Sun.

While Bec was being cloned, the screen which originally displayed Nanna and Grandpa changed to a field of flickering green lightning.

It almost looks like the appearifier was pointed inside the Sun itself, which leads me to wonder what would happen if you tried to summon the thing. Maybe some of the Sun's material was teleported into Bec's body, to serve as the fuel for his abilities.

That would certainly explain his astronomical internal temperature - but Bec is basically a god, so he could also just be doing this with his powers.

AA: y0u cant p0ssibly wield its energy 0r put it t0 c0nstructive use

I'm sure it could defeat Jack - although the word 'defeat' falls a bit flat when you're reducing someone to elementary particles.

Using the Sun against him feels like bringing a nuke to a knife fight - it's ridiculous overkill, and will get literally everyone killed.

TT: That isn't exactly my plan.

Well, now I'm stumped. All my theories about how Rose would use the Sun were predicated on the assumption that she wanted to access the First Guardians' powers - or, at least, the enormous energy they wield.

But it doesn't sound like she's trying to empower herself, or convert the Sun into a weapon. What can you do with the Sun that doesn't qualify as 'constructive use', but does contribute to killing Jack?

Well, I suppose she could corrupt it. Maybe the gods want her to transmute it into the Black Sun, and create some eldritch First Guardians to fight Noir.

That said, they'd be hard-pressed to create a Guardian who's more corrupt than Doc Scratch.

AA: y0u w0nt find it either AA: its imp0ssible

The Sun is implicitly connected to every First Guardian, so it's unlikely to be in any specific session. I don't think there are multiple instances of it, like Skaia, because it's not supposed to be an official part of a session in the first place; Rose had to essentially datamine Sburb to learn about it.

I assume, then, that the Sun is somewhere more fundamental than any specific Medium instance. It's probably in intersession space - perhaps even beyond the Furthest Ring.

AA: im thr0ugh with c0nsci0usly c0ntributing t0 inevitable 0utc0mes TT: Well, TT: Aren't you doing that regardless? Right now? AA: 0bvi0usly AA: but im just talking [...] AA: maybe if i behave in a manner s0 rand0m AA: parad0x space w0nt kn0w h0w t0 handle it! AA: blah BL00P blee BLUH!@#$%^&()_+ AA: didnt see that 0ne c0ming did y0u pspace??? + ?rand(413^612)

Well, I don't think you can break predestination with a run-of-the-mill pseudorandom number generator - but I do like where your head's at. Probability might just be the key to fighting fate.

I mean, Vriska is apparently able to alter probability - despite the fact that all Alpha Timeline outcomes should be set in stone.

What's up with that?

[es46]

A carapaceon that evokes mantis shrimps, massive lobsters, and the notion of hydrothermal environments - METAMOR-DECA Title - Hyperthermal crab Monster class - Carapaceon Known locales - Locales rich in magma/lava upwellings, occasional forays to mountainous environments Element/Ailment - Soiled + Dragon + Fire Elemental weakness - Ice (3), Water (3), Dragon (2), Thunder (0), Fire (0) Ailment weakness - Paralysis (3), Sleep (3), Poison (1), Stun (0), Blast (0) Metamor-Deca is a carapaceon known to inhabit environments where magma upwellings are prominent, though occasionally venturing to mountainous terrain. Recognised by its burly frame, with enormous chelipeds modified into club-like structures and a flexible abdomen that swings a cudgel-like end, Metamor-Deca coats its shell in volcanic material. The reinforced carapace and sturdy limbs enable excellent defensive integrity, with its head defended by spear-like antennae and its second and fifth pair of limbs adjusted for delicate handling. Predominantly a herbivore, feeding on the few plant and lichen species able to survive close to lava flows, Metamor-Deca is also known to be an effective lithophage, easily ingesting many inorganic materials. They tend to gravitate to rich mineral upwellings, where they may also harvest rock and gems to affix to their reddish-black shells and bolster their defences. Because of their defensive integrity, Metamor-Deca is rarely bothered by other creatures, and it is perfectly tolerant of humans in close proximity. However, any motion towards its current favoured food supply can be interpreted as thievery, goading the carapaceon to lash out. Researchers must pay close attention to their surroundings when observing Metamor-Deca and remain very still if they feel it is agitated. As expected, Metamor-Deca relies on its hard shell to fend off the few monsters that would dare attack it. Waste products from its plant diet accumulate in pores below its carapace and can be released as a noxious gas, augmented by ashen materials affixed to its rocky coating. But if the enemy persists, Metamor-Deca will charge its limbs with dragon energy and lash out with the blunt abdomen and pincers. If even this is not enough, Metamor-Deca will enrage and enter what is called a Molten State. Its dragon energy superheats its body, destroying its rocky coating whilst raising its mobility. Now venting heat able to induce a Fire effect, Metamor-Deca attacks with incredible ferocity, though this Molten State cannot be maintained for long. Metamor-Deca tend to live solitary lives, defending their turf vehemently against rivals, but when the time comes to reproduce, the carapaceons migrate to mountainous environments. There, the adults mate with any compataible partner and then bury the eggs before leaving them to their fate. The young that emerge have specialised membranes on their second and fifth limbs that allow them to glide, letting them travel their environment in search of food with ease. Eventually these membranes will atrophy as the juveniles reach adulthood, coaxing them to leave the mountains and seek out lava flows. Metamor-Deca is renowned as an apex in its environment (Low Rank - 5, High/Master Rank - 4) and so presents a formidable challenge. When facing it in its shelled form, hunters should focus on its more vulnerable joints and abdomen, baiting its powerful attacks to leave it open. Once the beast is enraged and enters its Molten State, water and ice weapons will prove effective at inducing temperature shock. Pitfall traps are not effective against Metamor-Deca, who easily climbs free, but shock traps can stymie it. As expected of such a heavily armoured creature, Metamor-Deca has very few enemies, beyond exceptional specimens such as Deviljho or Teostra. One consistent rival, surprisingly, is the piscine wyvern Daemona Xocoe, which may prey on juvenile Metamor-Deca. Adults that encounter this foe thus attack it with extreme prejudice. - Thank you for reading and take care.

[c28hunter]

nurse kris fic when

You made me think man, it is all your fault

And thank you to @anxious-witch for yet again checking this... thing that is written I guess

 “Can you please stop moving?!” Kris scolded Bojan, as he pressed a gauze to his bleeding nose.

Bojan flinched as he felt the material irritate the wound, which earned him another annoyed sigh. It’s not like Bojan got into a fight in a night club. Totally not. His nose was bleeding because he saw a man so beautiful, who now was caressing his face that he…

“I can’t believe you decided to punch that guy just because he called me a slur”

Actually, he got into a fight.

But hey, he had reasons, didn’t he?

“He was being a douchebag anyways.”

“You’re jealous that someone else was trying to banter with me?” Kris asked jokingly.

“I’d never call you such a thing.”

Bojan could feel Kris’ hand stop for a split second but he didn’t say anything.

Normally Bojan would’ve ignored people like him and would’ve just taken his friends away. But that man was more aggressive than any other dude Bojan had encountered. It wasn’t just one slur either, but a long elucidation about how “unmanly” Kris was, followed by a shove. And that was Bojan’s thirteenth reason, and he chose to use his martial arts skills in a good way.

The only downside was that they all were kicked out of the club. Having a bleeding nose would’ve been a problem, if not for the nurse, who was now taking care of him. It was the prettiest, most delicate nurse in the entire world. Also known as Kris Guštin.

“You’re lucky that he didn’t break your nose."

“I think I might’ve broken his,” smiled Bojan.

“Don’t move your face,” Kris said firmly.

“I have to somehow respond to you” Bojan’s grin widened, as he saw that his teasing was working.

Kris frowned and caught Bojan’s chin in a strong grip, making it impossible for the other to move his face. Bojan could feel his face starting to burn even more than before. He tried to breathe normally but the sensation seemed to be too intense to just ignore. And the worst was that Kris was fully aware of what he was doing to Bojan.

He slowed his movement, torturing Bojan with every little, “accidental” touch, making it almost impossible for the other man to stay quiet. He brought his face closer, examining the wound, which earned him a sharp inhale from Bojan. He smiled mischievously, observing the reaction. And that made Bojan blush even more.

Finally Kris smacked his lips and let go of Bojan’s face. The other had to forcefully stop himself from whining. He was not going to give Kris the satisfaction, not this time.

“Okay, I think it’s done,” he said, putting away the dirty gauzes.

“Thanks. You didn’t have to do it,” Bojan replied, looking everywhere, just not on the other man.

“Oh, I don’t think you would’ve handled this yourself. This fight seems to have caused you some real damage,” he grinned. “You are all red and I think you’ve got a high temperature. I recommend you go to bed and stay there for the rest of the night.”

That caught Bojan off guard. Kris smiled triumphantly.

“Pff, of course, nurse,” that was the only comeback that came to Bojan’s mind.

The other turned with a face so serious that it made Bojan scared that he might have crossed the line.

“You would’ve died if you’d see me in a nurse outfit."

Bojan wasn’t thinking straight at this point (not that he ever was), so he just fired the first thing that came to his mind.

“Wanna bet?”

[materialsscienceandengineering]

Hot stuff: A new thermal pathway for a high explosive

TATB (1,3,5-triamino-2,4,6-trinitrobenzene) is an important explosive compound because of its extensive use in munitions and worldwide weapons systems. Despite its importance, researchers have been trying to understand its response to temperature extremes for the past 50 years. A Lawrence Livermore National Laboratory (LLNL) team has uncovered a new thermal decomposition pathway for TATB that has a significant bearing on computational models that predict the energy release and thermal behavior of TATB and possibly other insensitive high explosives (IHEs). The research appears in Propellants, Explosives, Pyrotechnics. TATB is widely viewed as the most stable IHE, as it is not easily detonated by external stimuli. It does not undergo the thermal sequence of deflagration-to-detonation (DDT), which is unique among explosives. It requires a proper detonation chain to initiate, so handling the material is relatively free from accidental initiation if proper safety methods are followed.

Read more.

[onegianthotmess]

MK1 Rants:

🐍💚Syzoth Likes to Cuddle💚🐍

(This rant be a bit spicy and has a AFAB!Reader mention at the end! Just a little heads up for ya, babes!)

More Syzoth because I can’t think of any other MK1 characters at the moment!

So, you know how reptiles are cold-blooded and require outside heat sources to keep warm? Well, by default, Zeterrans are cold-blooded creatures as well.

And with that, it’s safe to stay that Syzoth has required outside sources of heat to maintain a healthy body temperature his whole life. He’ll lay in the sun, take long warm baths, wear warm clothes, sleep under thick blankets, anything to keep him warm. He also needs extra layers during the colder months, but he doesn’t need to worry all that much about it because Outworld is usually quite warm, even during the “winter months”, only mountains get really cold and start snowing in Outworld, so Syzoth is pretty safe when it comes to being warm.

So, you can imagine how awful it felt when he visited your house on Earth during the winter season.

How were you feeling alright? It was freezing! Even inside of your home!

You had to get him plenty of warm blankets and thick clothes that were meant for outside for him to wear while he was curled up on your couch trying not to freeze to death. He did enjoy the coffee and hot chocolate you offered him, he preferred the coffee because the hot chocolate was way too sweet for him to handle, but it was still good.

But that was the only good thing about being cold in your house, the rest was awful.

He was dumbfounded that you weren’t freezing cold or at least wrapped up a little more. But you were just in a simple long sleeved shirt (SLEEVES ROLLED UP), a pair of leggings, and socks.

AND YOU WERE FINE?!

Syzoth had never really spent much time around humans or even other people for that matter, being made an outcast his whole life. So when he asked you how you were even surviving the cold with such thin layers, you were confused and just said your body heat helped you.

And sweet babie boy just went-

*am confusion reptile noises*

Because he’s never really heard of the concept of natural body heat, he just thought that everyone else was built for colder climates and didn’t need as much outside sources of heat to maintain a healthy body temperature, unlike him. And, technically he wasn’t wrong because people still need clothes to keep warm during colder months, but he was also wrong at the same time.

So he was just confused and asked you if you felt your body heat and could regulate it willingly. And he got even more confused when you explained only being able to feel when you were cold or hot and not being able to regulate your body temperature willingly and the fact that humans have a body temperature that is usually just constant due to the heat conduction produced from cells making energy or “food” for themselves so they can keep running and this and that and—

Syzoth was looking at you like you were a psychopath as you tried to teach him about human cells and all the things you could remember from the cells unit in your high school biology class.

Babe, quit trying to be a biology teacher when you barely remember the material yourself-

And since you saw you were getting nowhere fast, you decided to just say “fuck it” and unbury Syzoth form his makeshift warmth nest and show him what you meant. And he protested until you joined him in the middle of the mound of warm blankets and began cuddling him.

And his life was changed forever.

You were so warm!

You felt like you’d been laying out in the sun under a rock in the nice summer heat, but you didn’t even have a chance to do that with the current weather situation! You were just naturally warm?!

And after that, Syzoth became hooked on cuddling and began to drag you to cuddle whenever you both had spare time.

He was just cold-blooded and had never experienced body heat before and now he was just so happy! Because he could warm up quickly by just holding onto you and staying still!

Also, he can no longer sleep without cuddles.

I don’t make the rules.

Wait, I’m the author so I kinda do-

HA-!

(Also, sex is a whole TRANSCENDENT experience because GAHD DAYUM is your pussy hot! 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵)

[29625]

A short Slimav story. Kissing and touching and ravishing Sli’s big tiddies on the couch on a cold day because they are gay and happy. Set somewhere in the early 90s—the same universe as my longfic. Enjoy!

Winter has come in Miramar. The day is shortening and the temperature is dropping. Don’t forget to bundle up, check your tires just in case—the vigorous DJ says on the radio as Maverick tosses beneath the blanket for the thirtieth time.

Maverick never handles the cold too well. This winter is no exception, even though Slide insists it’s really not that bad. It’s cold, sure, this year’s relatively chilly by the San Diego standard they’re both used to, but not I-get-my-shit-done-in-a-blanket-don’t-judge-me level cold.

Well, whatever he says, Maverick thinks in a somewhat groggy state after sleeping in. That bastard spent a considerable amount of time at his nana’s place in New York, for God’s sake.

Crawling back under the cozy fort, he curls himself and indulges in the snugness of the velvety fabric. The comfort of the couch, combined with the radiating heat of Slider’s body, is nothing but pleasantly addicting, more so on a chilly Sunday like this.

“Hey, Froggy.” A soft, amused tenor calls him. “Freezing much?”

Froggy.

Maverick never handles the cold too well. If one thing that entertains Slider in this frigid weather, that would be teasing his boyfriend for his very amphibian antics.

He peeks his head from the blanket and loops his arms around Slider’s torso. The sleeves of his lightweight sweater are rolled up below his elbows. The material is pretty tight-fitting as far as he can feel on his hands, hugging his toned physique in all the right places.

“Should I say yes?” Maverick mutters. “Or should I just accept my fate and say…hi-ho!”

“What? Kermit?”

“Who else am I supposed to be, jackass?” Maverick pouts, throwing his arms in the air. “Hi-ho! It’s Kermit the Frog here, little Ronnie.”

“Sounds like a strangled car horn right there, huh?” Slider smirks. “But sure, Froggy.”

Froggy. Jim Henson-esque.

Maverick shifts under the cover, snuggling Slider’s stomach.

“Haven’t got to practice much lately.”

“Mm-hm.”

“I used to.” His voice trails off before it turns into a small sigh. “But Bradley’s all grown up for Sesame Street lately, y’know.”

He relaxes in Slider’s lap as he strokes his head, playing with the short strands of his brunette hair. He likes it when his big hand caresses him like this, always so gentle and soothing.

Maverick slips in his fingers under Slider’s sweater, playfully pulling it up to reveal a part of his tanned skin underneath.

“Pete?” Slider whispers. “What are you—oh.”

Maverick hikes up Slider’s sweater just high enough to bare his muscled chest. His fingers trail on the toned abs, tracing and rubbing every curve as his hands move up to his sternum. His touch is no more than a light brush over his skin, but it is enough for the taller man to jolt. He drapes himself over Slider’s body and wallows in the warmth that feels so encompassing against his skin.

A small moan escapes his lips as Maverick’s cold hands brush against his chest, adding a good amount of friction to his sensitive nipples. He gently sucks the tips, drawing a small, sensual gasp from his robust lover beneath. The contrast between his tanned complexion and the dark gray sweater is what hooks him. The nasal moan Slider sometimes lets out under him adds to the eroticism—and a sense of satisfaction, that he is the one who’s making Slider melt under his touch, that he is the only one at this moment who’s allowed to devour every part of his man.

“All warmed up, weakass?”

If there’s anything to please Maverick more, it’s the daring flame in Slider’s outwardly nonchalant gaze. An invitation he knows he could never resist.

“Bullshit.” He laughs, placing another gentle kiss on Slider’s forehead. “Not enough yet, sweetheart.”

A soft grin paints Slider’s sharp features.

“Do you wanna hear something funny, Froggy?”

“What?”

Slider throws his arms over Maverick’s neck, tugging him by the shiny strands of his short brunette hair.

“I don’t hate this.”

A kiss on his temple. A kiss on his earlobe. And—God, those swollen lips on him—pink, puffy, and wet, parted slightly, tempting him with their unmistakable softness against his flushed skin.

“Yeah,” Maverick whispers into the hollow of Slider’s neck. “How strange, is it?”

Slider loops one of his legs around the brunette’s hip, drawing him closer. His sweater is left hiked up, revealing just enough skin for Maverick to taste and wallow in the healthy yet sinful beauty of his toned chest.

“Mind warming up a poor froggy, darling?” Maverick grins.

“Shut up and show me what you’ve got, Kermie.”

[seth-whumps]

Whumperless Whump Event Day 6

Heatstroke - whumpee Morrigan - 1086 words

CW: Suicide mission (for humans. Morrigan is a robot)

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Their systems are top of the line technology. Their body is functionally the best possible piece of mechanical engineering it can be. They have bones stronger than a human’s, hearing as good as a cat’s, eyesight as sharp as an eagle’s and detailed as an artist’s. They are built to be factual and logical, to attack and defend, and to overcome and endure any obstacle in their way.

Morrigan is a machine built to endure.

The Cages have learned this. The heroes “above the peasants”, as JJ calls them, have taken advantage of this fact.

This is why Morrigan is alone on a case. Because only they can endure it. Only they can.

In front of them is a doorway made out of heat-resistant steel. It bears a handle similar to something on a submarine or large metal ship–a lock that requires turning to push open, a release of pressure to contain what’s inside. They’re not programmed to feel apprehension, but they’ve long since disregarded that after JJ explained how emotions work.

Morrigan carefully pulls back the skin on their hand. The metal below is strong and silicon based. The synthetic skin will melt upon contact.

They place their metal palm on the door handle and push, hard.

It begins.

They don’t have as much time as the Cages would predict. Silicon is resistant to high heats only to prevent warping of the skeleton, but the rest of them is a patchwork of materials very easily disabled after high or extended exposure. So when the door opens, they run.

The heat chamber is simple, its contents protected within the safe in the center, its defense an overwhelming wave of painfully hot air that scorches the moment they enter, but they are built to endure and they are not one to deny purpose in exchange for weakness, so to the safe they go.

Morrigan presses their metal palm into the safe, feels its inner workings, and pushes a slight magnetic force into their fingertips. It takes time to manipulate a lock this complex. It takes precious time they do not have. They have a job to do. 

Finally, with a heavy clunk, the safe opens. They snatch the box within, turn back to the door, and slam into it just as it closes, its automatic lock shut down.

Oh, irony.

They touch their ear. A habit built for a cover they do not need, because right now they need to leave. “Cavalry, I am trapped.”

“Immediate recall or rescue infiltration? Journey is outside the building. Are you functional?”

“Functional. The door is shut. I need someone to turn the handle again, it’s pressurized.” For good reason. 

“Journey is approaching your location. Don’t die, Morrigan.”

Cavalry’s voice disconnects. They don’t feel abandoned. She’s busy. There are multiple teams under her jurisdiction and she has many duties to perform within them–and she’s also still right there in their ear for assistance the moment it goes more wrong than it already has. 

They’re rambling. It’s warm.

A heat chamber consists of multiple layers of highly resistant metal and airlocks surrounding one fully pressurized room, where every atom of oxygen and air is moved swiftly to create constant motion, constant heat. Temperatures rise over time. They are built to withstand. Silicon is resistant up to two hundred degrees.

The chamber acts like an air fryer. Even after the door opened, it’s rising to its intended five hundred degrees.

They will not last long.

Morrigan pulls back all of the synthetic skin on their body to prevent extra enclosed heat. Their cooling systems are already in overdrive. Every breath feels like fire. 

“Morrigan, I’m at your location,” Journey says. “Which door?”

“Left. Submarine door.” Their voice has a whine to it now, a high pitched squeal to protest the fans in overdrive and the whistling of any air transmitted as it grows hotter and hotter against their metal casings. “Hurry.”

The airlock door clunks. Morrigan has just enough time to put their skin back on before collapsing into JJ’s arms.

“Jesus, oh my god–” 

They hit the ground and curl up instinctively. “Too long in the oven,” they say by way of example, hoping it explains the boiling feeling inside. 

“Yeah, you sure fucking feel like it. Can you walk? I can’t carry you, you’re like a thousand degrees.” Journey kneels in front of them. “Hey. Where’s your mind at?”

The now cold air is almost too much to handle. They pull themselves to their feet, struggling to keep upright. Everything is warm and cold and it’s… horrible. They would have a better explanation if it weren’t for how horrible everything was.

It doesn’t matter. They have a job to do. They have to complete it.

On unsteady legs, they push forward. “Not done yet,” they whisper, and their voice has a whistle to it, higher pitched, pressurized, a warning. They breathe. “Out first. Then…”

Journey pushes them out of the airlock. “Go. You’re cooling down, lean on me, look like you’re drunk.”

The act is not hard. Journey isn’t a half-bad actor either. He guides them through the halls, up an elevator, out the door, to the mission base like it’s nothing, all half supporting Morrigan, who cannot really tell what’s happening. It’s not a great experience, to be led through several minutes and be unable to differentiate each one.

“Sit,” Journey orders. “Take off your skin, or something, you’re still boiling–”

“‘S scary,” they try to say, but something in their larynx has jumbled itself under the heat. JJ’s eyes are stern and unfaltering.

They once again retract their skin, keeping their gaze on the ground. It’s so hard to think through the whistling in their mind, the flashes of cold, the changes. It’s wrong. 

“You’ll be okay,” JJ whispers. He kneels again. “It’ll take time, but there’s nothing else I can do except be here. Yeah?”

Morrigan nods through the fog. Clasps their metal exposed hands together. Their eyes flutter shut, systems giving way to pull power into the fans and cooling. It will take time. The errors beneath their eyelids are relaxing. They are built to endure. They withstood it. They completed the mission. That is all that matters.

Before stasis takes over, they hear JJ’s voice grow venomously angry. There must be someone else in the room. Morrigan doesn’t mind. They’re safe to rest. But the conversation just barely catches their remaining hearing as they rest–

“None of you are never, ever, sending them into hell alone like that again.”

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morrigan i am so sorry i promise i love you. i will continue to hurt you. i still love you. also protective JJ finally starts to show his face!!

[totkdaily]

Day 26: Goron City

I launch from the Eldin Canyon Skyview Tower in the early dawn.

The launch gets me as high as a nearby island, so I hop across and ride the minecarts there up to another. There, I find a… Sage's will? I've never heard of such a thing. Sounds useful though.

I think there's a shrine up here somewhere. 

It's a whole thing up here. That island leads to another via minecraft, which is high enough to hop to the shrine island, which also contains a machine which can bounce me up to the next island. 

See, the thing about being that high up is… how far can you get? I gaze at the horizon. I feel bad for leaving Pumpkin, but he's safe enough. I leap, paraglider in hand.

I land in the hot springs just outside Goron City. Not bad. 

I get Kish's photo of the hot springs, then glide down to the shrine. There's a scar of Gloom just outside town, I think. It's dusk over Goron City - red sky at night. 

I glide down from there to the clothes shop - and stop short. A Goron outside with glowing eyes who won't stop eating, called Pyle, even when he's explaining to me that since Death Mountain stopped erupting a couple of years ago, no-one wants fireproof gear any more. Inside, another Goron with glowing eyes who also won't stop eating - Rogaro. What's wrong with them? Ashe mentioned Gorons with strange rocks - is this what they meant?

As I emerge from the shop, I realise - they're everywhere. 

Almost everywhere. Volcano says his teeth can't handle the marbled rock roast. Tray says none of the elders can eat it. But the younger Gorons...

There's a big pile of marbled rock roast in the centre of town. This is what they're all obsessed with.

I spot Boss Bludo! A familiar face. He's bemoaning Krane having given up to the marbled rock roast. Offrack and Slergo, the kids, are fine too. They say President Yunobo is the one mining the roast - uh oh. Yunobo, what have you got yourself into?

Yunobo's dressed strangely, and is being mean. "What could you want?" What a way to greet an old friend! And talking back to Bludo… how has he got like this? 

Slergo reckons Yunobo has been talking to Zelda. I've got a bad feeling about this. Is this the real Zelda, or the imposter Penn hypothesised? 

Rohan the Smith says the Princess asked him to make a mask out of strange material. Is that the mask Yunobo is wearing? That's got to be bad news.

There's a Hylian here! I guess the lower temperature does make the City more accessible. She's called Douma, and she's a journalist. She's looking for a place called Gorondia, some mythic ancient place where Gorons used to live. She's going to write a book. That's nice. I'm going to get to the bottom of this rock roast business.

As I investigate, a Blood Moon rises.

[usafphantom2]

The NTSB lists Triethylborane [TEB] as the following most dangerous material, one step below fissionable nuclear material,’ Former SR-71 Blackbird pilot David Peters.

Taken by Stuart Freer at RAF Mildenhall in 1986, the impressive photo in this post features an SR-71 Blackbird Mach 3 spy plane creating spectacular fireballs while performing at Air Fete Air Show.

Former Blackbird RSO, Lt. Col. Doug Soifer recalls in Richard H. Graham’s book SR-71 Revealed The Inside Story.

‘During that pass we [Soifer and Mike Smith, the pilot] had “13 fireballs” come out of the plane’s exhaust. It looked beautiful, and people wanted to know if it could be done again. They used the picture of us with the flames coming out for the next year’s Air Fete poster. Mike and I became known as the “Fireball Twins.” The maintenance people figured it was the TEB [triethylborane] shooting out of its container and igniting the JP-7. With that start, we had an exciting six weeks in England.’

The SR-71 burned JP-7 fuel. A one-of-a-kind fuel that used an additive to raise its flash point so the fuel would not break down at extreme temperatures The high flashpoint brings up another problem. Most jet engines use igniter plugs, nothing more than a very hot spark plug, if you will. Using these igniter plugs they used with the JP-7 and just drowns it out, it won’t ignite. Kelly [Johnson] put his engineers to work, and he said, ‘OK, gentlemen, how are we going to start this?’ They came up with a very unique way. Triethylborane – TEB for short. Each engine has a one-and-a-quarter pint. If I had it in a squirt gun and I squirted it into the atmosphere, it would go Kaboom! – it explodes with contact with the atmosphere. And that’s how we started the engines. As the engines rotate, at the right time, it sprays this amount of TEB into the turbine section, which goes kaboom, which in turn lights the engine. When you take the throttles up into the afterburner, it puts this metered amount of TEB in that lights up the JP-7. You get 16 shots for each engine Mounted on each engine was a sealed tank, inerted with nitrogen gas and filled by maintenance with 600cc of TEB prior to each flight.

Former SR-71 Blackbird pilot David Peters explains: ‘An interesting note to this is the transport of it. If we landed away, servicing had to be hauled to our location. The NTSB lists TEB as the following most dangerous material, one step below fissionable nuclear material. The folks that handled this stuff were highly trained and good.’

Be sure to check out Linda Sheffield Miller (Col Richard (Butch) Sheffield’s daughter, Col. Sheffield was an SR-71 Reconnaissance Systems Officer) Facebook Page Habubrats for awesome Blackbird’s photos and stories.

Photo credit: Stuart Freer

Written by Linda Sheffield

@Habubrats71 via X

[lifenconcepts]

Sometimes you wanna decode a character into their basics and then create a ton of headcanons based on them, and if you can’t find any just naturally, a great way to create silly ideas is just to go to a random object generator and just make a list of different things for each item.

here are some questions though to make head cannons easier to appear. Could also be questions for developing an OC. Theoretically could also be questions for you if you want (but I do write them in 3rd person):

What season does the character prefer and why?

Did they go to school and if yes then what stereotypical person were they?

What’s their preferred drink?

How often do they do something they love? And what is that thing?

Would they go to a concert, and if yes, what sort?

If they had to choose, would they rather dance or sing - and how enthusiastically would they do it?

Have they ever played any instrument?

What’s their go-to reaction when they don’t know what to say?

What temperature do they thrive in best?

Would they sell their image for some sort of brand?

What would their most likely job or business be if they had one?

Whats a misconception they believe in to this day?

Have they had any pets as a child?

If someone close to them got hurt, how would they react?

What scenario would they lie in and what scenario would they always say the truth in?

How stubborn are they?

What nickname did their friends come up with?

Can they improv on the spot?

In a play, what role would they most likely hold and what role would they want?

They have a nightmare. How do they react?

How high can their voice go? How deep can their voice go?

Would they believe if someone said they are blood related to an incredibly popular individual?

What was their dream job as a child?

How likely are they to get an infection?

Do they make sure to take care of their health and body?

Do they draw on foggy windows?

What seat in a car do they prefer?

Whats their stance on the moon?

What superstitions do they believe in?

Do they believe in good/bad karma?

Does yellow mean stop or speed up to them?

Are they excited to see what are claimed to be “good omens”?

Can they soothe a child, and how would they do so?

Whats their reaction to getting dirt all over their clothes?

Do they care for other people’s health?

Have they ever smoked?

Do they treat animals with respect?

What’s the heaviest weight they can carry?

Do they prefer to sprint or to jog to get to a destination faster?

How quickly do they spend a pay check?

What time do they feel like their day truly starts?

How spicy is too spicy for them?

They go to the cinema, what movie are they most likely to watch?

What sort of milk do they like?

Do they like complex flavours?

What sense do they rely on most (touch,smell,taste,sight,hearing)

What mentality do they hold?

What is their fear response (fight, flight, freeze, fawn)

What is their INTP?

Do they cook, and if yes, how well?

What sort of creature would they be if they are human, if inhuman, then how would they look if human?

Whats their relationship with their parents?

Do they like snacking? What sorts of food and when?

What sweets colour do they usually go for?

How fast do they walk?

Whats their favourite building to visit?

Can they handle rejection?

How confident are they with heights?

Have they ever visited a church or ‘sacred’ building?

What accessories do they enjoy?

How often do they wear bracelets?

Do they know how to handle a cash register or simple job?

Have they learnt to drive a car?

What sorts of vehicles have they rid in before?

Are they capable of surviving a sudden crash or fall?

Can they swim?

What haircut do they have and what haircut do they want?

Do they like vegetables, fruits, or grains more?

What would they make if they were in a club for crafts making? (Similar to a stall for kids with a ton of material and all the time and creativity to make anything)

How would they draw themselves?

Can they climb trees, have they before, and can they get down well?

What would they do if allowed to go into a warehouse unsupervised?

What time do they usually go to sleep?

How do they react to authority?

Whats the most amounts of push ups they can do?

What mental disorder or illness do they have, had, or are developing? How are they handling it?

How do they see the concept of love?

Do they like being in control?

Do they prefer a leader role or a following one?

Do they like uniform?

Do they wear pyjamas?

What topping do they eat waffles or pancakes with?

Whats their preferred flavour of cake?

Do they believe in ghosts?

Do they go on hikes or walks?

Whats their preferable way of expelling energy?

Do they participate in any sort of sport?

Can they kill another creature? (For sport, food, survival)

Could they survive being lost in an uninhabited woods?

Have they ever painted a room?

Do they like to sit around a campfire and have they had before, what do they usually do in such a position?

Are they rebellious?

What sorts of rules do they follow and oblige by?

What accent do they speak in?

How often do they have a haircut and who usually gives them it?

How good is their eyesight?

where do they get their clothes from?

What is love to them?

What is their love language?

How would they react to winning the lottery?

What sort of chocolate is their favourite?

What toppings do they prefer on their sandwiches?

What sort of juice do they like?

What flavour of milkshake would they choose?

How worried are they about being late?

Are they perfectionists when it comes to small details?

Are they able to fit a strict regiment?

Can they ask for help, and if yes, when and how do they do it?

Have they ever tried to be ambidextrous?

What sort of things do they like to doodle?

At a playground, what activities do they like to do and things to go on?

How much do they value other people’s time and effort?

Do they enjoy the presence of others?

In a team setting, what role do they play, and how much do they worry for order?

Do they value self-expression and exploration or prefer to think for the bigger picture?

What memories from their childhood do they remember best of all?

How do they remember holidays or important events?

How do they feel in horror films?

How do they respond to traffic jams?

What things do they fantasise about and daydream of?

Have they ever went against the law?

If they met someone they loved dearly in an unexpected place, what would they reaction be?

You meet them face to face, what do they

What would they dress up as on a parade?

What did they go as on Halloween?

How do they wrap gifts?

What sort of things do they expect on their birthday?

Do they enjoy special treatment or do they get bashful?

Something frightened them, and they accidentally broke something, now what do they do about that?

Do they take off their shoes when they get home?

Do they undress or change their clothes after going for a walk or do they sit/lay on furniture with their dirty clothes?

When do they consider showering necessary?

Do they like maths?

How quickly can they solve multiplication, division, addition, or subtraction equations?

Whats one of their typing quirks when they message others?

Do they ever feel their own heartbeat?

Do they find being in the presence of another even if you don’t talk or look at one another as bonding?

Can they comprehend complex philosophical topics?

On a time sensitive job, how likely are they to panic?