#material: feathers

[glossahistorica]

TO CLEAN FEATHERS.

TO CLEAN FEATHERS.—The following receipt for cleansing feathers of their animal oil gained a premium from the Society of Arts: Take for every gallon of clean water one pound of quicklime, mix them well together, and, when the undissolved lime is precipitated in fine powder, pour off the clean lime-water for use. Put the feathers to be cleaned in another tub, and add to them a quantity of the clean lime-water sufficient to cover the feathers about three inches, when well immersed and stirred about therein. The feathers, when thoroughly moistened, will sink down, and should remain in the lime-water three or four days; after which, the foul liquor should be separated from them by laying them in a sieve. The feathers should be afterwards well washed in clean water, and dried upon nets, the meshes of which may be about the fineness of cabbage nets. The feathers must be, from time to time, shaken on the nets, and, as they dry, will fall through the meshes, and are to be collected for use. The admission of air will be serviceable in drying. The process will be complete in three weeks; and, after being thus prepared, the feathers will only require to be beaten to get rid of the dust.

The Englishwoman’s Domestic Magazine, May 1855, Collected Vol. 4, p.63. [x]

As a rule, I suggest you look for contemporary advice when attempting to recreate crafts from historical sources, and always utilise proper safety equipment and ventilation.

[bookrat]

Going to have a small flock of dinos available in another day or so

[revivalrequiem]

# raven themed ✮

a request finished for a discord server. edgar allan poe inspired a few of them and turns out they were for a system's little and most of these aren't very... what they were looking for ha. repost with credit, free to use.

[elodieunderglass]

Palinode has made me cry twice today I love her so much and I need Laos to be so much kinder to his soul

This fic is beautiful

Putting in my guess that Bee is a crested Gecko, as I went to school with a girl who had them as ESAs and she could and did regularly hide them under her scarf to take to class. They just chill there.

Also very fast.

(In reference to the his dark materials/dungeon meshi daemon au fic. Thank you! I am being flattened by dogs)

[blooming-lenses]

gathering materials

2024/06/08

[pocketramblr]

you know im thinking. im thinking maybe Yoichi wasn't even that into captain hero as an adult, but AfO kept bringing LITERALLY every conversation back to that because he decided to Be The Demon Lord and so Yoichi like, can't get an argument in unless he uses the same material so he's like 'oh my god i haven't even thought about that comic in ten years but even i know the bad guy didn't win. you should not be basing you whole identity, business model, and world destruction plan on your five-second impression of a comic book bad guy who didn't even win! also you shouldn't kill people!'

[wazzi2ya]

Truth is the cliche of spitting out a feather to indicate who was bottoming (or "biting the pillow") doesn't work on Blitzø because it's either he was indeed bottoming OR he was topping and biting Stolas the whole time. No way to know.

[materialsscienceandengineering]

While there is an astounding variety of physical differences in wildlife that humans can easily observe, new research from Drexel University's College of Arts and Sciences reveals that there is likely even more variation hidden from our perception. In a study recently published in The Wilson Journal of Ornithology, the researchers report their discovery of fluorescent pigments in the feathers of Long-eared Owls, that can only be seen by humans with the help of ultraviolet light. The study, led by Emily Griffith, a PhD candidate in the Biodiversity, Earth & Environmental Science department, shows that fluorescent pigments in the feathers of Long-eared Owls can vary within a population and that variation gives clues as to why the owls have these special pigments. To conduct the research, the team used a fluorometer -- a device that measures fluorescence or light that is emitted after absorbing radiation such as UV light -- to measure variation in the amount of fluorescent pigments in the feathers of Long-eared Owls migrating through the Upper Peninsula of Michigan in the spring of 2020.

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[vibing-lizard-nose]

Fanning books is not entertaining

(G/ood O/mens, 2,186 words)

ok so I had a dream last night which, for the most part, was a pretty normal dream so i don't remember a lot of it. BUT there was a part almost mid dream were I had a snz dream with the husbands and GOOD LORD. I'm gonna expand this in detail but good gracious lord SEEING IT was another level. Enjoy!!1! :3 --------------------- CW: mess?? cheers to me posting G/O snz writing in 2025 lol

((DONT SHARE TO NON SNZ/SICK BLOGS!! thx <3))

It was a normal day in the bookshop. A/ziraphale had asked C/rowley to help him air the books, as to prevent them from developing mold or something. So they were fanning book after book and putting them back in the shelves.

As the night fell on them, A/ziraphale invited C/rowley to the backroom of the bookshop to drink some wine and talk, as a way of thanking his help that day.

They were a little tipsy and giggling when A/ziraphale started to worry because C/rowley had been faintly rubbing under his nose the entire time they've been talking. Although it hasn't been them talking, more like A/ziraphale to him and C/rowley nodding and humming every now and then while pretending to have some self control.

So when Aziraphale asked him what was wrong, Crowley explained to him that his nose had been all tingling since this afternoon after they fanned the books. Under his glasses, he could see Aziraphale starting to stare and him with knitted brows like he always does when he's trying to figure something out.

So before he could ask him anything else, he said something like "Maybe there was actual mold in you books. A little tiding up wouldn't hurt every so often." and then he pouted and added "Think about the costumers safety, angel" in that little sarcastic tone. Aziraphale scoffed jokingly at this, he knew the books weren't that dirty and he knew that Crowley was just being mean on purpose to annoy him and derail their conversation.

That could've worked if Crowley had stopped messing with his face but he didn't.

At some point, the tickling feeling started to get stronger and he tried to sniffle hard to get rid of it. Fetal mistake, silly boy. Up until this point, he had blamed the tickle on dust, or mold or anything that seemed reasonable. So he didn't expect the faint tickle to turn into a sharp, burning itch when he sniffed. Even more unexpectedly, he felt something move up and deep into his nose while he sniffed, but before he could begin to think about what the hell was in there he started to sneeze his head off.

This whole situation had hold Aziraphale from drinking to much, so he was well aware and awake when Crowley started to have the fit. He sat his glass on the coffee table and quickly moved close to the demon to steady him.

Crowley tried to control himself, covering with his hands as his body tensed up and coiled up with the effort of containing the fit. He was also trying to pinch his nose shut and stifle the sneezes (for some reason? maybe trying to not make a scene late at night in the silent backroom, that seemed reasonable.) but whatever was inside of him NEEDED to come out so he wasn't helping. And he was sneezing over and over, a long fit of rapid sneezes with almost no time to take a breath, so he was also running out of air. uh oh.

Aziraphale held Crowley as the fit drained him until he was panting and gasping for air. "Well, that was something." Said Aziraphale, and Crowley glared at him, but any anger that he wanted to convey was diminished by this watery eyes and red face.

"Now really. Are you alright? This is hardly normal." the angel insisted. Crowley relented and lowered his hands which had been covering the mess all over his face and his raw, chapped nose. "I feel like I broke something in- uh.." he gestured at his face. "I felt something moving in there." Explain the demon, completely drained. Oh and it was showing!

Aziraphale conjured a handkerchief that had been folder and stored on his closet. A big, soft tartan-patterned piece of fabric, and handed it to Crowley. He wanted to look unimpressed, but he couldn't do it even if he tried. It was doing him well at the moment, cleaning his face without steering the itch.

"Maybe you actually inhaled something while fanning the books" Aziraphale tried to reason. Crowley rolled his eyes "This is what I get for mocking you. Karma, as they call it now." He sighed. Aziraphale looked at him fondly, like watching a little puppy accidentally trip and fall. "I will happen again." Added Crowley, who didn't appreciate being looked down on. (He did, but this was not the moment for that kind of feeling)

Aziraphale did notice that Crowley didn't blow his nose even though he said he felt something was loose inside of it. Maybe he was just to weary to bother doing it, but it would be good to get out whatever was inside. "Why don't you try blowing your nose, dear? It might help." Suggested the angel. Crowley suddenly looked worried, like he was being cautious about something. "No than you, 'm not a big fan of sneezing my bloody head off." Protested the demon, lowering the pretty cloth.

This is one of those moment where one has to make a decision with no regard of the consequences it may have later. He knew a particular set of words that would make Crowley have a bit of a fit. He had, in the past, complain about their use multiple times to him, so Aziraphale was perfectly aware of how his demon felt about them (physically and literally).

But he wasn't enough of a bastard to say them in this particular moment even if they were convenient to help his friend when he didn't want to help himself out. He just wasn't bastardy enough to do that.

Or was he?

It wouldn't hurt (or so he hoped) and it would be beneficial to alleviate his friend's predicament if it worked the way he was picturing in his head. And, less relevant to the entire situation, he thought the demon was particularly cute when he sneezed. There was something endearing in seeing this tall, slender and usually mean demon being reduced to a sniffy little mess when it happened.

Oh, this wasn't the moment for such silly thoughts.

So without any warning, or telling looks, or anything that could possibly let Crowley know what his friend was planning, he turned to him with the faintest smile and and unleashed chaos.

"God bless you!"

Oh, he did not.

"No she h-" Crowley went to say, but was intermediately cut off as the effect of the blessing took over him. He barely had a second to cover himself back with the handkerchief before he was sharping inhaling and…

"Hh’TSCHIUUH!!- ‘TSHHIU! … Hehh-… HEh’AASSHh!!…-Nghh.."

Crowley groaned and whined as the fit passed but the tickle persisted. Whatever was causing him so much trouble must be something straight from hell. Where else could anything like this come from? He was very lucky to have his angel next to him to guard him while he was in this vulnerable position. Wait. HE STARTED IT. He should be.. angry… at him! What is he doing here glorifying the angel when he was the one to bl-

"Crowley blow now! For God's sake!"

Oh. Right. The thing.

Crowley had nothing to loose now, so he blew his nose. A sound, gurgling blow that made him recoil on his seat as he felt the tickle all over his face, so overwhelming it felt like he would choke on it. He even coughed a few times in between blows. And then… it stopped?

He opened his eyes, still blurry from the tears, and looked up at Aziraphale from under the handkerchief. He has no idea why or how but the madding itch just stopped.

"Is that better?" Aziraphale asked, softly. Crowley blinked. Then looked down at the handkerchief, unsure if he wanted to even peak.

"Yeah... What did you do??" He asked, confused. The angel smiled and looked to the side. "Well, you did mentioned you felt something had gotten in... and you just wouldn't blow it out! So I thought a little... blessing could help?" Aziraphale giggled to himself, and Crowley looked bamboozled. It had been an unpleasant feeling, sure. But he mildly expected Aziraphale to do something more magical and less... 'I just prompted you to sneeze'.

"So who was the culprit?" Said Aziraphale, looking like a child waiting to open a present for christmas.

"Do you WANT to see it? It's my bodily fluids, Aziraphale." Said Crowley. Aziraphale could be very obnoxious at times but this was another level. He didn't know if he should be disgusted or intrigued.

"Well, you didn't make a scene in my bookshop and a mess in my carefully folded handkerchief to leave me without answers! You must understand, I'm very curious about this, Crowley." Insisted the angel. Ah, well... he can't deny him that, he was also wondering what it is. It was just unprecedented that the angel would want to see it so badly.

Crowley sighed. "Alright, just don't say anything when you get grossed out." and with that, he opened the handkerchief (and tried to keep some distance from it, rightfully cautious).

As expected, there was a lot of Crowley in the cloth. The clear, gloppy mess that had left Crowley's body a few seconds ago. 'Ew' thought the demon.

Less expected, however, was a tiny white fluffy feather that sat in the middle of the cloth, completely coated in snot.

"Is that... one of your feathers?-" asked Crowley.

"It certainly seems to be." replied Aziraphale, staring at it.

"Wha-when-... WHY was that in there??" Thing had just gotten more confusing, Crowley couldn't believe that the tiniest feather had set him off like that. "I've been around your wings, I've touched your feathers before. Why did this little shit got me so bad??"

'Language.' thought the angel, and relented. "I think that one is one of my baby feathers, the ones that pop up closer to the base of my wings"

"And?" Crowley didn't mean to come off so irritated but he was genuinely confused and changing the subject wasn't helping.

"I assume those are holier then the ones at the end of my wings, and them being very new and blooming straight out of the core of my true form, they must have a similar effect to that of incense, or sage." Explained Aziraphale.

"That makes sense but how did it got my nose? How did I not feel it just casually slipping in?" Crowley argued, staring at the little feather like it was about to bite him.

"I wouldn't know for sure. But if i had to guess, I'd say it slipped into one of my old books while I had my wings out. I used to preen them a lot and my books would be around more often back then, before I got big shelves to put them in." clarified the angel. "So it must it slipped out when you were fanning the books today, I think."

Crowley was silent for a moment, as though processing all the new information.

Then looked up at Aziraphale, looking very serious.

"You mean to tell me that I almost expelled my lungs out of my corporation because I accidentally inhaled a five-hundred-something ancient little feather of yours?"

Aziraphale stared back at him.

"That's one way to put it."

They both look at the gross little feather that seemed to mock them if it could talk. Big things to come in small containers.

Crowley snorted.

"Well this was bloody ridiculous-"

And with that, they both broke out in laughter. This entire chaos was the epitome of ridiculousness, and it was hilarious to them. To think that years ago they would've called it the end of times because one of them was actively dying of this unknown, spontaneous demonic disease that would surely end up in discorporation and a lot of paperwork. But thanks to their trust, this had only been an interesting and completely unnecessary situation. It was stupid and it was hilarious.

"HEH... Oh good Lord..." finally spoke up Aziraphale, catching his breath. "I would've been so worried about your in this hadn't been so entertaining" he smiled at Crowley, looking adorably flushed from all the laughing.

"Entertaining?!" scoffed Crowley. "I might as well come by every now and then and sneeze my head off if you think that's entertaining!" chuckled Crowley, smirking at the angel.

"You could, you could." Joked Aziraphale, wiggling in his seat and grinning, like the little bastard he was.

"You'll have to hide the feathers better next time then." Responded Crowley, grabbing his glass that had been long forgotten and refilling it with wine. "I'll come back prepared to purge the books with hell fire! Or not. I don't want to burn them... hell smoke, then!"

"Oh hush now, you silly serpent!" Aziraphale giggled, offering his glass to Crowley for a refill as well. "It won't happen again, dear. I'm sorry, it must it been very uncomfortable for you" Apologized Aziraphale, looking at Crowley with those soft blue eyes.

"Not uncomfortable, never that" Said Crowley, taking a sip of his wine and slumping back on the couch. "Entertaining sounds better."

[andromacheofappalachia]

American Primeval - Daemon AU

Abish & Lapis | Red Feather & Dazɨ

[kor-ee-an-door]

WHEN SHE WAS WICKED LET'S GOOOOOOOO

Some personal thoughts on the ending of Bridgerton Season 3 and the introduction of Michaela Stirling:

Changing the gender of a character is always risky, especially when gender and how that interacts with their respective societies. Sophie's storyline, for example, is so intrinsically connected to her gender and the impositions that forces on her character and storyline. Her stepmother could not abuse nor control Sophie so intimately were she a man, simply because he would have more rights and opportunities even as a bastard, by the merit of being a man.

In the case of Michael, however, I think it is less about him being a man, and more about his deviance from society that made his story with Francesca interesting in the books. Yes, he was John's heir, and later takes on the title when John dies without any children, but the issue with their relationship is less about the title and more about the nature of their relationship. The fact that they desire each other and it is seen as wrong because of their shared past, because of their love for John, because there is a level of shame there on Michael's part that he desired Fran when he wasn't. While I don't want the Stirling/Kilmartin family to have any financial issues when John dies, the key points of the story could be studied elegantly, and perhaps even more delicately by the change to Michaela, due to the added stakes and conflicts.

Now that being said, did we all see the slight disappointment Francesca had when she kissed John? And her looking at Michaela when they first met, totally transfixed?! Franny, baby, would would love the Comphet Masterdoc

[pokemonfrommemory]

Watch out for tinkaton 👀

[the-uncrafting-table]

Feather

beautiful, soft and lightweight, the feather. While they don't find much use in a modern setting, but were once used quite frequently in accessories, down stuffing, and as quill pens.

Many are quite gorgeously colored, such as these starlings (violet-backed and greater blue-eared), as well as peacocks, kingfishers, flamingos, and pheasants.

Have you ever seen the density of penguin feathers? These little guys need a thick coat to keep them warm and waterproof!

This single feather from the now-extinct New Zealand Huia bird sold at auction for $28,417, making it the most expensive ever sold. What I wouldn't give to have been the one at the podium back then!

They've even found evidence of feathers from dinosaurs preserved in amber, finally bringing proof to a hotly-debated subject in paleontology

as a last note, I found a South African company making fabrics from the soft barbules of ostrich feathers, which I've brought here for you. Can't attest to the fabric's long-term comfort or durability just yet, but I thought it was neat.

I hope you enjoyed this little flight of fancy, and I'll see you again next time!

[materialsscienceandengineering]

Adhesives from feathers

Adhesives are almost always based on fossil raw materials such as petroleum. Researchers at Fraunhofer have recently developed a process that allows to utilize keratin for this purpose. This highly versatile protein compound can be found, for instance, in chicken feathers. Not only can it be used to manufacture a host of different adhesives for a variety of applications, but the processes and end products are also sustainable and follow the basic principles underlying a bioinspired circular economy. The project, developed together with Henkel AG & Co. KGaA, addresses a billion-dollar market. Adhesives are found nearly everywhere: in sports shoes, smartphones, floor coverings, furniture, textiles or packaging. Even auto windshields are glued into place using adhesives. Experts recognize more than 1,000 different types of adhesives. These can bond almost every imaginable material to another. Adhesives weigh very little and so lend themselves to lightweight design. Surfaces bonded with adhesive do not warp because, unlike with screw fastenings, the load is distributed evenly. Adhesives do not rust, and seal out moisture. Surfaces bonded with adhesive are also less susceptible to vibration. Added to which, adhesives are inexpensive and relatively easy to work with.

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[lowrezbonuslevel]

since I've noticed the panel is still pretty empty I might as well add on a few more characters: how about, Captain Vul: Did I let the stove on? Sailor Dee does not know the answer to this question. However, Mace Knight does.

Here they are! (Sorry it took so long!!)

Here's the original challenge post. (I already have a request for "doing mental math," so I'll update the chart when I post that one.)

Thanks for the request. The Halberd Crew needs to appear more often! (On this blog, but also in the games. PLEASE HAL!!!)

[circusgoth-dotcom]

Happy Girlfriends day,.. to myb girlfiemds 🥺💞💞