#Muriatic acid

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[eiraeths]

gaz: is tav okay?

ghost: he’s calmed down

gaz: really? usually takes longer

ghost: put on his favorite youtube series

soap: [watching metal mailboxes being stripped and cleaned with muriatic acid]

[allthedoorsareopennow]

LMAO THAT'S SO FUCKING FUNNY THE SUITS WEREN'T EVEN PLANNING TO MATCH IT JUST. HAPPENED

[a-s-levynn]

A lot of people said a lot of things about Gotham Knights, especially Jason, but i am truly fond of him.

[boomania]

NATLAN HAS CAPYBARAS? HOLY SHIT

[p2ii]

just read both the udad!Orpheus centric fictions

some highlights I really enjoyed

[majorshatterandhare]

“But Orpheus wasn’t like the others - he was special, set above all the workaday drudges of the City. He would succeed, because he deserved to die.”

“He didn’t fancy pandering to seedy guttersnipes trying too late to lend themselves a bit of class by learning the arts. His talent was too precious to pass on to others - it was his and his alone.”

“But Orpheus ignored the warnings. That wasn’t going to happen to him. He was different. He was special.”

-Orpheus, Dionysus, Muriatic Acid and the Strange Whirring Thing

We gonna talk about Orpheus’ own inflated ego or nah?

[neverendingford]

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[confinesofmy]

my mom was kinda eh shrug about my cousins but she could call them when she needed help and they'd come. i'm kind of eh shrug about my cousins and i can call them when i need help and they will say they're not really sure what they can do about that but it'll probably work itself out and then talk about watching a dog i used to sleep with every night ***** *** while doing nothing and this will be how i find out he's died.

[hate-letmetellyou]

I'm back again, AM. With a new question. What's your opinion about Worm on a string?

I believe I once answered a similar question comparing Ted to one of those. One day in the early months of his slughood, I threaded him onto a giant fishhook and dragged him through muriatic acid. I don't know if that counts as being familiar with a worm on a string.

@gr1mmward

[nelapanela94]

The whiff of garlic and basil bends around every corner to the entry way, stealing a smile and grumbling Levi’s stomach. He hangs the hat on the peg, shimmies off the jacket and scuffs off his shoes, then slips into his flip-flops. Instead of the cane, he uses the walls and furniture to limp across the enlivened living room, wincing to the lemon spritz of evening light that that breaks through the window, the underbelly of the clouds bruised with the last breaths of the day.

He enters the kitchen and a wide smile wrinkles the corners of his eyes. You’re swaying your hips while whisking into the stainless steel bowl, the music too loud to hear him trespassing. You dip your pinky into the mix and lick it clean, smiling in approval.

Levi leans against the frame and just watches you, dancing to the music, mouthing the mellifluous lyrics. Whatever is in the pan sizzles, bubbles shatter on the surface of the boiling water. There’s a heap of sauce-stained pots on the sink waiting for him. The one who cooks doesn’t clean, you said once and he silently agreed.

His arms surround you from behind, his chin cradles on your shoulder, and he moves with you. “Levi! I didn’t expect you so early.” You chirp, setting down the big wooden spoon. He looks down and scrapes pesto before you can snap him away, puts his finger in his mouth and hums in delight.

“You know you’re the best.”

“Am I?” You smirk. “You used to say I was a useless crybaby. That, or spoiled brat.”

“Tch. That was because you couldn’t tell the difference between bleach and muriatic acid. Because you almost shit your pants in your first expedition.” He kisses you on the head.

“You did because you were an asshole, Levi.”

“Were? You’re saying I’m not anymore?”

“Age has softened you.”

“Damn it! I’m supposed to be the grump of the neighborhood.”

“You’re slacking then.” You twist the knob and the ring of fire ebbs. “Kids love you.”

“Those brats.” He spins you around, holds your face in his hands and kisses you. The coolness of the band gnaws at your skin.

This is the life he yearned for. Getting home to peace, love, a hug and kisses, a warm meal and you.

[small-bug-06]

Hi all! back again with a few new things, some of these are owed art and some of these are my characters the first image is even an adopt I sold recently ^^ the goober above is a character I won from a raffle! I love them so much!! their name is MURIATIC ACID :3

[pyramidsoul]

Dahmer’s behaviour in prison

Jeffrey Dahmer, Stone Philips Interview, 1994

Regarding Dahmer’s behaviour in prison, there are various opinions on why he would act like that. He was known for playing with food, putting ketchup on his meal to resemble body parts; he once placed a sign in his cell “Cannibal Anonymous Meeting”; he taunted scared guards next to him making them jump by whispering “I bite”.

Following the prison staff insight, he was a model inmate, but based on Christopher Scarver’s opinion, “He crossed the line with some people — prisoners, prison staff. Some people who are in prison are repentant — but [Dahmer] was not one of them”.

However it's important to consider Scarver never really had a direct contact with Dahmer, plus he suffered from a severe mental illness, which makes his statement of doubtful authenticity.

The same Gerald Boyle, Jeffrey Dahmer’s defence attorney, stated “Dahmer was such a milquetoast. He would never have done that stuff. He killed people, but he didn't taunt people. I never saw him do anything that would lead me to believe that he would mimic the deaths that he caused. I just don't believe that.”, claiming it wasn’t the serial killer’s “style”.

On the other hand, Roy Ratcliff, the pastor who baptised Dahmer, backed up the topic saying he'd been told by prison guards Dahmer would joke about cannibalism, effectively affirming the serial killer's ambiguous behaviour.

Last seen of Jeffrey Dahmer in the prison library, 1994

On why of these actions, the theories are three:

Causing outrage to find death: we are aware of Dahmer’s death wish. He claimed multiple times he wanted to be dead, from having suicidal thoughts, to requesting for the death penalty. He was conscious of the risk of his health by being included in the general population, yet, even after people’s recommendations, he chose to be moved anyway. He wasn’t able to commit suicide himself so he provoked people to get what he wanted. Relevant information is also they didn’t find marks on Dahmer’s body, meaning Dahmer didn’t fight back during the attack, accepting his fate. He also said these words no longer before his death to the mother Joyce “It doesn’t matter, Mom. I don’t care if something happens to me”.

His sense of humour: it is known that Dahmer had a particular dark humour. During highschool years Dahmer was known as the clown/mascotte to the students at Revere High School. He staged pranks and he bleated and simulated epileptic seizures or cerebral palsy, which became known as "Doing a Dahmer". Even during interrogation, “He picked up the brown bunch and commented that they held a remarkable resemblance to a person's fingers after they had been immersed in muriatic acid for a while. He placed the banana in his mouth and chewed. "It's not bad."”(cit. Grilling Dahmer). It’s possible he was just spending time as he could.

He had become a shadow of himself: he portrayed himself as THE cannibal in an attempt to attract attention, giving people what they expected from him. He didn’t have real friends, he never had, so he kept this attitude for say “stay away from me”. He toyed with the idea of cannibal quite a bit, because he didn’t trust people. This is the insight Roy Ratcliff gave after he learnt about Jeffrey’s behaviour in prison. Roy became one of the latest and only true friends Jeffrey met.

Roy Ratcliff holding the card Jeffrey Dahmer gave him for thanksgiving

After 28 years, we don’t know why of this behaviour yet, and we will never know. All the theories above are valid, meaning he could’ve acted that way because of a mix of those reasons. Jeffrey Dahmer will find death at Columbia Correctional Institution on 28th November 1994.

[diogenesz2020portugal]

Will Morrison

I boiled 1 liter of distilled water and added 2 parts white vinegar, 1 part baking soda, two cups of Coca-Cola, a dishwasher tablet, and half a lemon. I swirled it for 3 minutes and placed the solution in the pan, leaving it for 45 minutes. Then, I added a little chlorine into the mixture, brushed it with the other half of the lemon, and left the solution for 25 more minutes. After that, I placed it in the dishwasher for 34 minutes with muriatic acid. I rinsed it, but it still looked exactly the same, so I went and bought a new one.

[majorshatterandhare]

Eurydice/Orpheus/Narcissus/Echo polycule.

Orpheus dates Eurydice and Narcissus,

Narcissus dates Orpheus and Echo,

Echo dates Narcissus and Eurydice,

And Eurydice dates Echo and Orpheus.

It’s a square.

[brandwhorestarscream]

oh please i need to hear more about the weather factory

Hella!!

So, the weather factory is Vos is run entirely by the Rainmakers. Unlike earth, Cybertron doesn't have naturally occurring precipitation. There's no water cycle, for obvious reasons. They still have winds caused by different temperatures on the planet and vertices at different points, but you didn't come here for a meteorology lecture. The point is, the only way it can rain on Cybertron is thanks to the work of the Rainmakers

The acid rain on Cybertron comes in two forms: high pH and low pH. Both types are secreted naturally by the Rainmaker seekers, as just part of their biology. They're born that way, each sparkling producing one of the two types of acid. As a general rule, whatever type they're born with is the type they'll have all throughout life, but they're nsturally immune to both. Now, low pH rain is more famous: that's the type at a 1 or 2 on the pH scale, think hydrochloric, sulfuric, and muriatic acids, the type that burn and melt through just about everything they touch. The low pH rainstorms are most often used to cleanse the cities of filth and grime: a swift downpour of acid causes everything but specially made buildings to melt down and be easily disposed of through the drainage systems. High pH acids, on the other hand, don't burn, but are incredibly toxic. Touching it won't kill a mech, not by a long shot, but it can poison them and make them very sick. It absorbs through living mesh and metal alike, a single drop chock full of multiple strains of viral matter and a shit load of microscopic crap that's really bad for cybertronians. This rain is the type that allows crystal flora to flourish: they absorb the different infectious contaminants and convert them into energy to further their growth. Without it, they're likely to wither and die.

Both types of storm are made exclusively in Vos's weather factory, made to order and shipped out (escorted through the sky) by the Rainmakers. This specific branch of seekers is responsible for all precipitation on Cybertron, and as such, is one of the things that allows Vos to remain an independently governed entity. They have close business relations with Praxus and Crystal City, sending them periodic high pH storms to allow their crystals to grow, trading for energon. As Vos is a sky city that orbits Cybertron, it has no source of fuel of it's own. They also do business with all the other citystates, though less frequently: each city orders a handful of cleansing low pH storms every vorn, to keep things nice and squeaky clean. Generally, the more well-off a city is, the more often it rains. As such, the Rainmakers are a vital part of Vos's economy and infrastructure, but also the entire planet's ecosystem as a whole.

The weather factory is ruled and managed by one of Vos's 6 major noble houses, the House of Storms, and works most closely with the House of Diplomacy. The vast majority of Rainmakers are related in some way or another: it's a pretty rare gift, and the nobles are very good about quickly snapping up anyone that happens to possess the mutation and marrying them into the family (oh yeah, the gene that makes Rainmakers secrete their acid is technically a mutation. A dominant one that doesnt require double recessive inheritance. Basically if a Rainmaker has kids, their children are guaranteed to be Rainmakers, but it can also occur randomly to s child born to "normal" seekers at likena 0.00005% chance. Anyway. Genetics rant over). Rainmakers are treated very, very well in Vos, one of the pivotal figures that has an iron grip on arguably the most important export the city has.

It's not all sunshine and rainbows for the Rainmakers, however. They live rather isolated lives on account of their acid: it constantly secretes from their bodies, some more than others, to the point they're pretty much always dripping. They leave puddles wherever they stand, and wet footprints when they walk. As such, they're a walking contamination zone and an accident waiting to happen: touching another mech will either poison or burn them. They live in a specialized noble aerie tower, everything inside made of or coated in extremely basic material that acts as a buffer to their droplets. Though they're primarily nobles they rarely have in-person contact with others of their standing, keeping to themselves for everyone's safety. The weather factory is entirely under their jurisdiction: orders come in, they fill them, they ship them out, rinse and repeat. It's the only work most of them will ever know, and when there are sometimes long stretches between orders, they have lots of time to play and entertain themselves.

I hope that answered your question well enough! If not, uh. Come yell at me in my ask box and lmk what I missed 😅