#Molding Systems

[cyrusmehdipour]

DIY Temperature Controller for Molding Systems | Arduino Tutorial

[happypeachsludgeflower]

Non transmitigation au where Shen Yuan auditions for a part in PIDW on a lark when it gets a live action adaptation, not thinking he’ll actually get a part (he just wanted to be able to say he did it okay? He was dated okay??! He was not dared he just thought it’d be neat, but he’ll admit to nothing.) and, much to his horror, ends up cast as Shen Qingqiu.

He somehow accidentally makes Shen Qingqiu so likable that he’s the most popular character. The fandom goes feral over him. He becomes famous. New fans are joining the bandwagon in droves to watch him.

And all the while, Shen Yuan is frantically trying to pretend he isn’t the most notorious anti fan troll to clown on the internet. He has never heard of PIDW before what do you mean Peerless Cucumber whomst?

[chronurgy]

Idk man thinking about Caleb and Astrid and breakdowns. How the one time we see her have a breakdown it's so neat and quiet and private in contrast to Caleb's messy, public, even violent breakdowns. Do you think she looks down on him for not being able to control it? Do you think she resents him because Trent still wants him back even after all of it and she could never get away with something like that (does the specter of the hysterical woman keep her up at night)? Does she envy him because that's what freed him? And does that just cause the resentment to pile even higher because she could never allow herself to fall to pieces like that? Because someone has to stay in control. Someone has to keep it together.

[scatterpatter]

Our brain can have VERY different ways of forming fictives, I've learned :/

[mbmbimbo]

stop saying jkr is "like that" because of the supposed mold in her house. im not transphobic and ive been exposed to the mold growing in my air vents for 20 years. mold does NOT make you transphobic. it does, however, make you really sick all the time and ruin your immune system. so get your vents checked. and dont be transphobic

[the-punforgiven]

I think if we're gonna make more survival games that are like, "Harvest resources cook food find clean water to drink" we gotta make them in some crazy fuckshit world

Like I wanna see a game with that kind of gameplay style but set in some crazy death metal album cover landscape

Like

I wanna try to craft tools and scavenge resources in some lands like this shit

Y'know what I mean?

[flecks-of-stardust]

[ID in alt text]

hi sorry still obsessed with this gif i got. it's so funny to me. my baby's little feets sticking out. the pearl in their hands. the slime mold 'walking.' the neuron glow receding. earlier i laughed so hard it hurt and it's still just as funny now watching this help

[probably-a-plant-thing]

i got bored and made another tezuka oc.

Whether or not hes's invisible under the paper kinda shifts depending on who he's interacting so its kind of Schrodinger's invisibility.

For RP he replaces those weird annoying ghosts in his brain. He just appears to remind RP that no one would notice if he disappeared

Then in Black Jack hes not invisable but genuinely believes he is and BJ has to figure out how to make him think he's cured when nothing was wrong to begin with

[geddy-leesbian]

Winterserra Wedding fic 💍💕

word count: 3,300ish

won't be on AO3 for a while because it takes place a pretty long time after the most recent posted chapter of my main Winterserra fic because I've been having horrendous writer's block with some of the in between chapters

start of a steamy scene at one point, but fades to black before anything really explicit happens

also there's one flashback scene (entirely in italics so easily skipped if you want to) taking place while Luis was still pregnant, and the very last scene has Ethan reminiscing and mentioning the pregnancy, it's nothing too major, just putting it out there if anyone's uncomfortable with that

Ethan doesn't have anything particularly time consuming when it comes to getting ready, so after he has his suit on he gets Rosa ready, putting her fancy pink dress and flower crown on. Then he puts on the baby carrier and gets her situated in it. Originally Luis would have worn the carrier walking down the aisle because she was their “flower girl” but that plan was abandoned once Luis had his heart set on an embroidered suit. He didn't want the carrier blocking the designs in the pictures of their vows and kiss, so instead they settled on Ethan wearing her during the ceremony. 

Luis on the other hand has a lot to do. As Luis insisted on Ethan not seeing his “bride” before, it falls to Claire to help out. After he gets his suit, a fancy one with pink embroidered designs, Claire does his makeup for him and then helps him with his veil, a lacy very over the top thing that trails behind him. They don't really have much of an aisle, just a handful of chairs with their friends arranged facing a flower arch Claire and Ethan cobbled together. There's also no officiant, because it's just not necessary; there's no legal marriage yet, this is simply for ceremonial purposes. It's not the grand church wedding a younger Luis had once dreamed of, but it's all he needs. 

At the altar, Rosa is amused by Luis's veil. She sees his face through it and her own face lights up. Their vows take longer than they should, as they're both amused by Rosa determinedly reaching her arms up to tug on Luis's veil and get distracted. 

When Ethan finally lifts up Luis's veil to reveal his face, he can't help but say “peekaboo!” earning giggling and clapping from Rosa while she looks up at Luis. It may not be the most romantic thing to say in a moment like this, but it's going to make a great picture. As Luis leans down, Rosa notices the pink birds and flowers decorating his suit jacket. As they kiss, she runs her fingers over the flowers and tries grabbing one of the birds. 

They had a few folding chairs and tables scattered about for the reception. One of the tables had a highchair at it and was more decorated, with pink balloons and a tablecloth. And a pile of small presents. It was also Rosa's half birthday, and they couldn't resist rolling her into the wedding celebrations. After all, their worlds revolved around her and she was the reason they got married today, not years into the future. 

As soon as she's placed in her highchair, Rosa reaches her arms out towards the presents.

“You're right, those are for you! Such a smart princess!” Luis praises. “But you can't have them just yet.”

“That's right,” Ethan chimes in, handing Luis the plate with a pink cupcake and getting his camera ready. “Just have to have your cake before getting to presents.”

Rosa eyes the cupcake skeptically when Luis sets the cupcake down on her high chair's tray. Eventually her curiosity wins over and she starts pawing at the cupcake. Still not entirely sold on the concept of solid food, she doesn't try to take a bite of the cupcake, but at least smashes it and licks some frosting off her fingers. 

“I'll go get her cleaned up and changed for presents,” Ethan tells Luis, with a peck on the cheek. “You should go ahead and get something to eat. And drink some wine too. 

Luis does have a slice of cake and then tries to play a good host with a glass of wine in hand, greeting their handful of friends as he drinks because he knows that the second Ethan comes back with Rosa he'll have tunnel vision and forget it's not just the three of them there. 

Ethan brings Rosa back, dressed in her mushroom footie pajamas instead of her fancy dress. Back in her highchair, Luis and Ethan pass her the presents. She's definitely on the younger side as far as ability to open presents go, but her curiosity gives her enough determination to get most of the wrapping paper off each present herself after Ethan or Luis get them started for her. The presents aren't anything big, just toys and some animal picture books, but Rosa will certainly get enjoyment out of them.

It's the hardest thing Luis has ever done, handing Rosa to Claire. But he manages to without shedding a tear, because it's for something he's been looking forward to for a long time: his “first dance” with Ethan. Ethan looks uneasy at the sight of someone else taking his baby, but he stuffs his paranoia down and smiles as Luis pulls him to the dance floor, because he has a promise to keep. 

…

“So, Dr. Winters,” Luis teases. “Can you perhaps lift your bed rest order? I've been back a couple weeks, baby's fine, my bruises from the trip are gone. I need to move around, I'm going crazy.” “Is that really what you think, I've been ordering you to rest all the time?” Ethan looks just a little bit horrified by the thought that Luis thinks he's been too controlling. “It wasn't like that, I just offered to bring you things and carry you around because it seemed like you needed it. I wouldn't have stopped you if you started getting out of bed and walking around on your own.” “I'm just teasing, I know you weren't really forbidding me from anything. And I did need the extra help. Really, I was in rough shape. But now that I'm feeling a bit better, I'd like to get on my own two feet again.” “As long as you're feeling up to it,” Ethan says, helping Luis up from the couch. “You just want to walk around outside for a while?” “No. Put some music on, I want to dance with you, mi amor,” Ethan shoots him a skeptical look. “Nothing strenuous! Just some slow dancing so I can get my feet moving and think about how in love with you I am.” “Okay,” Ethan agrees hesitantly, walking over to the stereo to get a CD playing before coming back to Luis. “But you've got a history of not accepting your limits and pushing yourself too hard, so you have to promise me you'll take it really easy and listen to your body when it's telling you to stop.” Figuring out the logistics of dancing is harder than it should be. Ethan can't stand behind Luis and wrap his arms around the front of his waist to sway together because the fact Luis is taller makes it awkward. Eventually they end up facing each other, Luis's arms resting on Ethan's shoulders, Ethan's hands on the sides of Luis's waist. Occasionally his hands wander down to fondle Luis's hips, a pleasant surprise– after the night he accidentally left scratches on his hip, Luis expected him to be too nervous to go anywhere near his hips.

While they make it work, the dancing still isn't ideal. Luis can't get closer like he wants to, can't lean in for a kiss because his damn back hurts all the time and especially hates when he dares to bend it even slightly. He also feels a little bit awkward that he's dancing wearing only his underwear and one of Ethan's shirts.  But at least he's touching Ethan and Ethan's touching him and Ethan's looking at him like he's the most important person in the universe.

“God, I hate this. I danced with my first boyfriend a lot. We got fancy with it. Fast, lots of twirling and spinning, dipping…” Luis trails off. “Can't do any of that shit now. I can't even press my body all the way against yours.” “Just a few months. Just a few months and we'll have our princess here and you'll be healed up and able to do everything again,” Ethan reassures. One of his hands leaves his waist to touch Luis's “necklace”– the engagement ring currently on a necklace chain because Luis can't wear it on his finger yet. “You'll be my husband in a few months. And you'll be able to dance however you want at our wedding. I can't promise I'll be able to keep up with the fancy stuff you can do, but I can promise I'll try my best to.”

True to his word, Ethan can't match Luis's grace and speed, but does his best, letting Luis drag him across the makeshift dance floor and twirl him around. Luis is even tipsy enough to dip Ethan with no fear of dropping him, and bite his neck like they don't have an audience. 

“Okay, that's enough,” Ethan states when Luis pulls him back to his feet. “I know you're mostly healed, but supporting my weight like that is too much, you're going to hurt yourself.”

Ethan's words get Luis misty eyed. So similar to something Leon once said to him. But for once being reminded of Leon doesn't fill Luis with despair. There was a time when his attraction to Ethan was primarily based on his similarities to Leon, like he was just an inferior substitute to his dead lover. But that changed, and he grew to love Ethan for he really was. His marriage to Ethan won't be anything like being married to Leon would have been, and that's okay. Ethan isn't Leon, but he's the only other person Luis has ever been so head over heels for. 

“Hey, was that too much?” Ethan asks, concerned about the tears gathering in Luis's eyes. “Do you need to go inside and lay down?”

“No, I'm okay,” Not wanting to spoil the mood, Luis gives Ethan a reassuring smile. “Just happy tears.”

“Okay. Good,” It's Ethan's turn to drag his new husband away from the dance area back towards Claire. “Rose still needs her fathers-daughter dance. It'll be slow with her, so you won't be pushing yourself.”

Rosa smiles and starts reaching her hands out when she sees her dads walking towards her. No matter how many times it happens, Luis's heart always melts when she smiles at him. Claire compliments their dancing while Luis gets the baby carrier back on, then Claire hands Rosa over, both smiling. 

The newlyweds start dancing again, now with their baby in the mix. Sandwiched between her two fathers, swaying with Luis's gentle motions, Rosa is quite content with her current situation. 

…

The guests are all gone, it's just the three of them. Ethan moved Rosa's bassinet away from the bed, far enough that she fades into the background, but still in their line of sight and close enough that they won't be worried about something happening to her while they fool around. Then Ethan climbs up on the bed and straddles Luis's lap. They haven't had sex since before Rosa's birth, their longest dry spell. Between how long it's been and the alcohol, Luis quickly feels warm arousal pooling deep inside him. The problem is he also feels the fatigue setting in.

“Luis, get the strap on?”

“How mad would you be if I said I wasn't feeling up to it tonight?”

“Not as mad as I'd be if you weren't feeling up to it and did it anyway because you didn't want to disappoint me,” Ethan gets off Luis's lap but sets a hand on his inner thigh. It's a very intimate but nonsexual gesture– it's the area where the chemical burns caused enough nerve damage that Luis doesn't get much sexual pleasure from it being touched. Which Ethan knows; he's always very careful to stick to the areas that actually feel good when he's trying to get Luis off. “Is it just the topping you're not up for, is there something else we can do?”

“Not anything that's even close to meeting expectations for a wedding night,” Knowing Ethan will insist on asking if there's anything at all Luis would do, he keeps talking. “I'd take oral and fingers. I know you were expecting a lot more tonight, I'm sorry, I'm just a lot more tired than I thought I'd be.”

“It's okay, Luis. We have the rest of our lives to enjoy each other, there's no reason to rush anything, okay?” Ethan repositions himself yet again, moving to straddle one of Luis's thighs and lets his hands wander over Luis's body, down his chest and stomach. One hand cups his hip and stays there, his other hand hesitantly traces the skin just about the waistband of Luis's underwear, waiting for permission to go further. “You ready?”

…

Luis is set for the best sleep of his life– he's had a long day of activity, and a great orgasm courtesy of his fiancé's husband's fingers. And Rosa should be tired out enough to sleep through the night. 

Right when he's on the edge of sleep, he hears Rosa start fussing in her bedside bassinet. Luis just sighs. She should be fine. While Luis had been undressing and taking his makeup off, Ethan had changed and fed her. Soon she stops crying and starts babbling. Just nonsensical strings of syllables she enjoys saying.

“Do you want me to go downstairs with her so you can sleep?” Ethan asks.

“No,” Luis replies. “I don't mind the babbling.”

Her bassinet is on Luis's side of the bed, so Ethan still has to get up to grab her, even though he's just moving her to the bed and not leaving the room. 

“Hey, Rosa, what do you want?” Ethan asks, and he gets a gibberish response along the lines of ‘bababababa.’ “Bottle already? You ate just a little bit ago.”

“Babababa. Bick. Bookeh,” Luis manages to lift his heavy eyelids and reaches towards his nightstand, finding a book to hold up. Rosa reaches her arms out and starts squirming in Ethan's arms, trying to get to the book. They'd skipped the bedtime story routine tonight, expecting that the wedding would have been enough activity and stimulation that she'd be ready to fall asleep without being read to. They thought wrong, evidently. “Bookeh! Bookeh!”

“You picked a bad time to say your first word. Me and Daddy are too beat to properly celebrate it tonight,” Suddenly less exhausted, Luis sits up and scoots over so he's shoulder to shoulder with Ethan, and then opens the picture book and places it where Rosa's little hands can reach the pages. “And I must admit, I'm a little disappointed your first word wasn't Daddy. But it's okay, book is a good word.”

“Sometimes it feels like she's less our daughter and more your clone. Your skin tone, your eyes, your hair. And clearly she's got your smarts too,” Ethan smiles and kisses Luis's cheek. “Not that I'm complaining. I know you don't believe you're perfect, but I do, so her taking more after you is perfect in my eyes.”

Ethan lets the conversation die there, shifting his focus from Luis back to Rosa and starts reading the book to her. Luis lays back down. As much as he wants to stay up with his little family longer, he really is exhausted. It was a long day with far more physical activity than Luis is used to. And as much as Luis hates to admit it, deep down he knows his body still isn't at 100%. He feels a hell of a lot better at 6 months postpartum than he did at 6 weeks, but he still doesn't have as much energy as he used to and finds himself needing more sleep than he's ever needed before. Between the mold making him superhuman and the fact he isn't a few months postpartum like Luis is, Ethan is far more equipped to stay up long enough to get Rosa settled and ready to sleep.

Luis dozes off listening to Ethan read, and Rosa cooing and babbling in response to the story and pictures.

…

“I loved you from the moment I found out you existed,” Ethan speaking and a page turning is what Luis hears as soon as he wakes up. “Don't tell him I said this, but I was pretty mad at your papi when he told me he was having you. I loved him and he was giving me something I'd wanted for a really long time, getting to start a family. But he kept you a secret for a long time. He hid everything as long as he could. It made me upset because everything would have been easier if he'd told me sooner and I could have taken care of him and stopped him from doing some stupid things and had more time to–”

“Wow,” Luis says, light-heartedly. There was a time Ethan's words would have hurt him, but it's water under the bridge now. Luis knows he handled the situation badly, but he also knows Ethan has forgiven him for everything, and he's secure in that knowledge. Gone are the days of Luis waking up alone and having a panic attack because the hormones convinced him that Ethan must have abandoned him and their unborn child. He rolls over and sits up, seeing Ethan going through their family scrapbook with Rosa, of course open to a couple of the pages covering the pregnancy. She smiles and coos over the pictures, recognizing Luis's face. “Shit talking me to our daughter the morning after our wedding?”

“You weren't supposed to hear that,” Ethan's face goes white as a ghost. “But I was just about to get to how I understood why you hid that you were pregnant and forgave you.”

“Relax, mi regalo. I'm not upset. You had every right to be mad at me, for more than just hiding things. I'm glad you're fine being one and done, because I can't imagine going through those hormones again, I don't know how you put up with me yelling at you and crying over nothing everyday for two months…” Luis lays back down and closes his eyes. He knows all the pictures in the album well enough to imagine anything Ethan might be pointing to. “Pretend I'm still asleep and keep going through the album with her, I don't want to ruin your special moment.”

“Well, as I was saying, even though I was mad I still loved both of you. I forgave your papi fast. I couldn't be mad when he showed me the pictures of you. I couldn't be upset when I knew I'd be holding a perfect baby in a couple months. So I took good care of him to make sure you'd both be healthy and proposed because I already knew I wanted to be with him forever. And a couple months later…” Luis hears Ethan turn the page, and then more cooing. “A couple months later… I don't know if this is really my story to tell…” Ethan pauses, waiting for Luis to jump in, but he stays quiet. Frankly, it's more Ethan's story to tell. The pain was enough to fog up Luis's memories of the day. “It was a little bit scary. I was scared something could be wrong with you and it would be my fault because I'm infected with mold, and your papi was in a lot of pain and I was scared I could lose both of you. But you were born and you were perfect, even a little bigger and smarter than you should have been. And Papi had a hard time and needed a lot of rest, but he was okay and even wanted to take care of you right after.”

“This is when I was going to read you a letter I wrote you for your half birthday last night when I couldn't sleep, but,” Ethan pauses and glances over at Luis. “We're not alone like I thought we'd be and it's a little embarrassing how sappy I got, so let's save that for another day.”

[pilferingapples]

I am, regrettably, thinking about Gillenormand

and I think--part of why he's so deeply unpleasant is because his basis of morality isn't centered around considering people as people, themselves, individuals with their own unique needs and wants , but as Roles

for Gillenormand, doing the Right Thing is not about how his actions actually affect other people, but about how well he's playing his perceived role (which in his case is Haute Bourgeoisie, with a pre-FRev understanding of that role)

This is why there's no problem for him with being generous, in paying his servants or offering individual charity or just giving gifts, etc; that's what a man of his station SHOULD be like, in his reckoning of the world ; it's a way of asserting his social status, arguably even a social duty in that (to him) it enforces social order. Servants, poor people, and/or the women and children of a household should expect financial largesse from their patriarch; certainly they shouldn't be independent of their betters! And a good bourgeois patriarch should be able to extend gifts on a whim-- it proves his security and enforces his social power. The flipside to this of course is that the beneficiaries of this should be Grateful, and above all should recognize the rightness of his authority here. He provides them with material possessions; they center their lives around doing everything he wants, and acknowledge his authority. Huzzah for the patriarchy!

So in terms of less material generosity, in terms of anything that would require considering his kids or his servants as fully separate people who not only could but even perhaps should have desires and plans that aren't About Him -- oh he's not having that. That is Defiance! Chaos! Romanticism, Probably! Scandal! The Reds!

Exceptions exist , to be sure-- if they fit a person's Role. Gillenormand is entirely fine with the idea that Marius is having affairs without telling him, that's what a good bourgeois boy should be doing! It's Fine if Magnon tries to extort money from him, with the implication of affairs-- that's playing into their respective social roles. But if his own daughter wants to talk about their family? When he said not to? HORRIBLE. Marius isn't psychic and doesn't spend enough time ferreting out Gillenormand's True Secret Meaning? Treachery! Marius is hurting him on purpose!

It's not entirely unlike Javert's concept of social order, although Gillenormand's version is nigh-inifinitely more complicated--but then, both he and Javert would probably agree that Gillenormand should be the one handling complexities; Javert only needs to know who he should Obey (practically everyone, by the rules either of them keeps).

if all of that's right, I think part of what's going on with him after Marius recovers is not just that he's realized Marius is able to operate independently of him and thus isn't someone he can bully anymore--it's that Marius is , in his eyes, really moving into being the acting male head of household, and thus the person the rest of them owe fealty to. Especially with Marius getting married and probably starting his own family, and ESPECIALLY especially with Marius being independently wealthy--he's becoming the center of the family, instead of Gillenormand.

I really hope that's right, actually, because if it is then Marius and his new role in the household is something Gillenormand won't be trying to work his way around to taking over the household again; this is the order of things and he's got his new role. But also: gad, what a depressing ideology. What a depressing person.

[whyeverr]

"...Phew!"

"He said it was a fixer upper..."

The material, and, er... olfactory reality of the task at hand hits like a ton of bricks. Inside, the house is suffocating: the musty air, the piles of refuse, the jumbled stacks of belongings. Lifeless hulls of appliances and electronics, knickknacks passed over by a decade of scavengers — remnants of lives lived in a distant past, all plastered over in a thick layer of dust and grime.

[micmol]

Stemonitopsis typhina on a rotting poplar tree

[apheliia]

good morning. almost accidentally ate mold today and probably ate some like 2 days ago

[hyperbali]

Guess who's allergic to fungus and has confirmed mold poisoniiiiing!

[hey-heigo]

why the fuck does hope's peak academy have the swimming pool on the SECOND floor of the building.........

[manufactoredxbyxdesign]

[The only thing about the "Wesker is still alive after RE5" theory that makes me doubt it is I refuse to believe he would not try to gather the different strains that have cropped up since his "death" like Pokémon. It would just be RE4 all over except he's probably not sitting in a boat once they reach the Baker's house.]