#types of rebars

[kemystery-chemicals]

Exploring Different Types of TMT Bars and Their Applications

In the realm of construction, TMT (Thermo-Mechanically Treated) bars have become the backbone of structural integrity, offering superior strength and resilience to concrete structures. However, within the category of TMT bars, there exist various types, each tailored to specific construction requirements and environmental conditions. Let's delve into the different types of TMT bars and their diverse applications.

1. Fe-415 TMT Bars:

Description: Fe-415 TMT bars are the most commonly used type, characterized by their moderate tensile strength and ductility.

Applications:

Residential buildings

Low to mid-rise commercial structures

Small bridges and culverts

2. Fe-500 TMT Bars:

Description: Fe-500 TMT bars offer higher tensile strength compared to Fe-415 bars, making them suitable for structures requiring increased load-bearing capacity.

Applications:

High-rise buildings

Industrial structures

Heavy-duty infrastructure projects like bridges and flyovers

3. Fe-550 TMT Bars:

Description: Fe-550 TMT bars are engineered to provide even greater tensile strength and durability, making them ideal for structures subjected to extreme loads and harsh environmental conditions.

Applications:

Seismic zones

High-traffic areas such as highways and airports

Power plants and industrial facilities

4. Fe-600 TMT Bars:

Description: Fe-600 TMT bars represent the pinnacle of strength and resilience in TMT bar technology, offering the highest tensile strength among commonly available TMT bar grades.

Applications:

Specialized infrastructure projects with stringent safety requirements

High-rise structures in earthquake-prone regions

Heavy industrial applications

5. Corrosion-Resistant TMT Bars:

Description: Corrosion-resistant TMT bars are specially designed with additional alloying elements to enhance their resistance to corrosion, making them suitable for coastal areas or structures exposed to aggressive environments.

Applications:

Marine structures such as seawalls and docks

Chemical plants and refineries

Water treatment facilities

6. Weldable TMT Bars:

Description: Weldable TMT bars are formulated to facilitate easy and reliable welding, allowing for efficient construction processes that require the joining of reinforcement bars.

Applications:

Prefabricated construction

Retrofitting and repair work

Large-scale construction projects with intricate designs

In conclusion, the diverse range of TMT bars available caters to the varied needs of construction projects, offering solutions for everything from residential buildings to heavy industrial infrastructure. Understanding the characteristics and applications of each type of TMT bar is crucial for selecting the most suitable option to ensure the structural integrity and longevity of the built environment.

[six-of-ravens]

really wish I could post a video of the machine they're using to demolish the building next door without doxxing myself, bc it is mesmerizing

[abhigmi]

Steel Rebar Market Predicted to Witness Steady Growth by 2027

Reports estimate that the global steel rebar market share will expand substantially over the next few years, driven by the growing demand for residential and commercial construction worldwide. Governments in both developed and developing regions are undertaking initiatives to support the development of reliable and sustainable infrastructure solutions.

In terms of the product landscape, the market is classified into deformed steel rods and mild steel rods. The deformed steel rod products segment is anticipated to garner more than US$103 billion in terms of the annual valuation by 2027. Deformed steel products are experiencing a robust demand in modern construction on account of excellent tensile strength and low slippage between rebar and concrete.

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The use of deformed steel rebars for reinforcing steel has been a standard requirement for several decades. The deformed pattern on steel rebars helps the concrete adhere to the reinforcing steel surface more effectively.

Based on the process, the steel rebar market is bifurcated into electric arc furnace and basic oxygen steelmaking. The basic oxygen steelmaking process segment is likely to capture a dominant share of about 58% in terms of volume by the end of 2027. It is a conventional and widely used technology by small, medium, as well as large scale rebar manufacturers.

Estimates suggest that more than half of the global steel production utilizes basic oxygen steelmaking technology. The process involves the use of pure oxygen to convert a charge of liquid blast iron and scrap into steel. Some of the commercial advantages of the technology include high steel production rates, production of high quality steel with low nitrogen content, reduced labor, as well as lower manufacturing and labor costs.

Steel rebars find application in public infrastructure, residential buildings, and industrial infrastructure. The steel rebar market size from residential buildings applications is likely to grow at a CAGR of around 3.8% through 2027. These trends will be mainly observed in the Asia Pacific region where the demand for new residential infrastructure is high, and the European region where residential construction activities are gathering pace.

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Considering the regional outlook, the steel rebar market share in North America is expected to expand at a CAGR of nearly 3.2% over 2020-2027. The regional market expansion will be fueled by the increasing government investments in the development of new residential, commercial, and public infrastructure.

The COVID-19 pandemic during the initial half of 2020 has been a major roadblock for infrastructure development activities across the world, impacting raw material production, transportation, and logistics. However, with gradual ease of government restriction indicates that the global construction is well set for rebound in the near future, positively impacting global steel rebar industry outlook.

Table of Contents (ToC) of the report:

Chapter 1   Methodology And Scope

1.1    Market definition

1.2    Base estimation & workings

1.2.1    North America

1.2.2    Europe

1.2.3    Asia Pacific

1.2.4    Latin America

1.2.5    Middle East & Africa

1.3    Forecast calculations

1.3.1    COVID-19 impact calculations on industry forecast

1.4    Data sources

1.4.1    Primary

1.4.2    Secondary

1.1.2.1    Paid sources

1.1.2.2    Public sources

Chapter 2   Executive Summary

2.1    Steel rebar market 360° synopsis, 2017 – 2027

2.1.1    Business trends

2.1.2    Product trends

2.1.3    Process trends

2.1.4    Application trends

2.1.5    Regional trends

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does anyone else wish u could regenerate but not change and not use up a regeneration. just like do a hard reboot

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what is it even like to not be a time lord do you like get impaled by rebar at 45 years old and just die. couldn't be me

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[dladto]

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[sinnadone]

[Image description: a fifteen-panel digital Supernatural fan-comic, which begins with the last ever shot of the show, of Sam and Dean Winchester gazing wistfully over a river while leaning on the railing of a bridge with the Impala in the background, as the camera floats up and away from them. The four panels depicting this recede into darkness, which continues for a bit, until it is interrupted by the sound effect of a snap and dissolves to show the brothers waking up on the floor of a motel room, Sam with a headache and Dean with a startled “What the-”. The full, panel-by-panel description is under the read-more.]

Happy anniversary! here’s how gabriel can still win

[Image description, panels 1-4: the last ever shots of the show, receding into darkness until it is interrupted with a snap.

Panels 5-6: the darkness fades away to show Dean bolting awake with a cut-off yell of “What the-”. He is on the wooden floor of a motel room with a dark green-and-brown interior. Sam is on the same floor, in the background to Dean’s left, propped up on one elbow and touching his forehead with a wince. “Hell...?”, continues Dean, quieter, as his hand hovers over where the rusty rebar should be sticking out of his chest, finding nothing of the sort. In the meanwhile, Sam notices that the skin on his hand looks as young as the day Dean last died.

Panel 7: the brothers turn to each other in silent disbelief.

Panel 8: a voice from off-screen draws their attention to the upper left: “A terrifying little nightmare, wasn’t it?” They face the direction, Sam with shock and Dean with a raised eyebrow.

Panel 9: the camera turns 180% degrees to reveal Gabriel, casually laid out on top of the motel room’s desk, looking down at them with a smirk. His torso’s propped up with an elbow, both legs slightly bent, one parallel and one perpendicular to the desk’s surface. The hand of the arm doing the propping up is hanging off the edge of the desk and holding a can on whipped cream, while the other hand is leaning on his raised knee. On the wall behind Gabriel is a large framed painting of many golden wings. He continues, “This is where the fuck you’d be without Cas, blah blah blah...” . The panel stretches down to include the space under the desk, a bit of the floor and the Winchesters’ legs up to the knees.

Panels 10-11: a close-up on Gabriel as he snaps his fingers and a strawberry pops into existence right over his thumb and index. He sprays a dollop of whipped cream onto it, closing one eye in concentration.

Panels 12-13: the camera moves behind Gabriel, looking over the Winchester brothers staring up at him. Leaning the hand holding the berry back onto his knee, he exclaims: “So saddle up, boys!”. The background goes out of focus as he throws the strawberry into his mouth with a flick of his wrist.

Within a half-circle-shaped panel #14, the dome of it intersected by radiating lines, he savours the taste, smiling with his eyes closed.

The camera zooms in on his face, lit up from below by bright flames he is suddenly surrounded by, eyes glowing gold. Looking down and somewhat at the viewer, he says: “We’re going to Super Hell.” End of the main description, only background details and appearances after this point.

The comic is styled to look as if drawn on dark brown craft paper. It is fully colored but completely unshaded, except for the last drawing of Gabriel surrounded by fire, which features fully rendered lighting and flames. The motel room has dark green walls and dark wooden floor and furniture; on the side of the room closest to Sam is a one-person bed, and on the side closest to Dean is a two-person. All three men are white and vaguely in their thirties-to-forties, and all three are wearing jeans in various shades of blue. Sam has dark shoulder-length hair parted in the middle and wears a dark jacket over a red plaid button-up, Dean has dark blond hair in an Ivy League-type cut and an army-green jacket over a dark T-shirt, and Gabriel has blond combed-back waves and a purple short-sleeved shirt with the top two buttons undone. End of description]

[thegnomelord]

I've had an idea of a fast regen monster zombie ghoul type reader for the monster!141 au for a while. Their little writing blorb has been sitting somewhere being fermented but it's midnight and I can't stop thinking about how vulnerable having instant regen could be.

Like imagine instead of being treated as a person, a soldier, you're only seen as a sack of meat, something that you don't need to take care of, "it'll fix itself" type shit.

Imagine barely getting any care because "you don't need it" type shit. Getting sent on harsh missions, for example being sent to some place with harsh snow "if you get hypothermia your fingers would just grow back, right?" (Though I doubt that's how it works)

Need to continue the fic where after all that, after only being treated all shit by their old crew they join a new team (tf 141 obvyyy) where they actually like care about you and it's like both "wow what the fuck they care that makes my chest feel warm" and "I've been being the sacrificial lamb for decades I'm used to it let me do my job" for the reader I think it has potential to be funny

-🐙 sorry for yapping

Ooooh I love that idea and I'm so down bad for a tsundere reader learning how about the feelingsTM lol

Like, just imagine laying someone after an explosion pinned under rubble, rebar piercing your body in numerous places just looking bored at the 141 like, "Hey, gonna pull me off or do I have to do it myself?" but you already expect to be given no help, what does a creature of you need help for when you can survive the harshest of punishment?

And you're thrown for such a loop when they help you. When Gaz holds your hand while the others work to get the rubble off you, like he's trying to give you comfort even though you can barely feel any pain nowadays.

Or Having someone like Simon, cold hearted and harsh Wraith Simon, laying you down on a bed and kissing your skin. You heal so well there's never any marks left from even the most gruesome of wounds, but his cold lips ghost over the spaces of flesh where he remembers you were injured. And you hate it how your heart beats so fast from such a soft gesture

[mockerycrow]

Hey again Crow, I wanted to see your take on ghost x male!reader w/ "I already lost them, I can't lose you too." I know this one is gonna sting, bring it on!

HEAVEN FORBID (Ghost x Male!Reader) — 4K CELEBRATION

[THIS HAS MAJOR MWIII SPOILERS. DO NOT PROCEED IF YOU DO NOT WANT SPOILERS.]

[WARNINGS; mentioned mcd, blood and gore, descriptions of major injury, talks of dying, hurt/no comfort, unconventional confessions, open ending.]

THE FIRST THING you notice is the pulsing in your side; it’s matching up with the pounding in your chest, your heart. The second thing you notice is that your eyelids are heavy, almost like they’re refusing to cooperate—then it’s the ringing. Fuck, the ringing. Your tongue feels like a piece of cotton as you try to lick your lips—they taste odd—you barely feel the sensation, anyway. Your eyebrows scrunch together for a moment as you try to move your legs and you’re not too sure if they did move. Huh.

Your eyes eventually open, your blurry vision staring up into the night sky, smoking swirling into the dark view. You think that the view is gorgeous, the stars populating the wide sky. You don’t get to see them too often because of light population but holy shit, are they beautiful. Twinkling with their everlasting light for anyone to see. Right below your ear tickles, so you bring one of your hands and wipe at your own skin, noticing how.. difficult it was to move your arm like that. Your fingertips feel wet.

You pull back your hand which is trembling and your fingertips and glove is coated in dark red; your own blood. Your eyebrows furrow as you wipe at the same spot on your neck and your hand just comes back with more. That’s not good. You blink slowly, not even minding that you can’t hear anything than ringing right now. You don’t have to listen to the sound of gunfire anymore, explosions..

Wait.. Explosions?

You turn your head to the left and you notice that there is rubble all around you, making you blink once again. Your lungs sting a bit, sure, but why is there rubble? You turn your head to the right and you see your gun pinned under a large concrete block as well as a rapidly growing blood puddle forming underneath from the next large pieces of rubble to your rifle. That’s.. What the fuck.

Then it hits you all at once.

The pain is fucking blinding, coming from multiple areas of yourself; your head, your ear, your back, your side, your fucking chest—but your legs only have dull pains. You squeeze your eyes together as you cannot hold back the choked groan that leaves your lips as both your body and mind tries to comprehend your pain and your injuries. Your left eardrum has surely bursted, you’ve never felt this type of pain before and you can hear the sounds of gunfire and blazing fire roaring in the right. Your radio. You remember your radio. Your left hand, the one coated in your blood, reaches for your chest radio and you flip stations until you hear any chatter, chatter that sounds familiar—

Nothing. You let out a harsh breath as you get fucking nothing, which means they either knocked down the towers or your radio is fucking busted. You try to swear but your throat aches so badly you don’t try again. You take in a shaky, deep breath, trying to reel your mind back in to focus; you need to check how injured you are. First step is to assess. No big deal, right?

You pick your head up—it takes a lot of effort to do so, and the back of your head is wet—and you look down—oh fuck.

You feel the bile bubble up in your throat when you catch sight of rusty rebar sticking up and is in your left side, penetrating it and coming out a bit near your belly button area, the metal coated in a sheen layer of your blood. Your uniform is stained and slick with your blood, there’s a large concrete price of rubble pinning your right hip down, and there’s other large pieces of rubble pinning both of your legs down, neither of them which you can feel at the moment.

You put your head down as you try to swallow a sob whilst closing your eyes, trying to ignore the pain and the gunfire around you, the aircraft’s flying back and forth in the sky. You aren’t sure how long it is when you hear someone approach you, but they aren’t rushing towards you. You already feel quite cold, but a rush of freezing panic flows through your veins to your fingertips.

“Who said yer allowed t’die??”

Huh. Soap. Didn’t expect him. You note that his voice is very overpowering, the sounds of gunfire dulling. “I’m talkin’ t’ye, eejit!”

‘I know that.’ You think, but you just can’t will yourself to open your eyes. You hear Soap approach you and you feel his gloved hands grab your hand, cradling it, as if he’s trying to protect you. “Y’need to focus on t’pain, aye? C’mon, don’t stay here. Y’can’t stay here.”

‘But it hurts, John. It hurts so bad.’ You reply in your head—you don’t question how he knows what you’re thinking—but all of your pain is slowly melting away. Why wouldn’t you want to stay here? Pain free with one of your closest friends, even if he is getting angry with you.. You very much prefer it over the excruciating pain in your abdomen, ear, and back. And probably your legs if you could feel them.

You feel a gentle hand swipe at your ear and jaw, like they’re cleaning the blood away. Another gentle touch to your chest up to your neck near your pulse point, but without a glove this time. “I miss you.” You whisper, feeling yourself unable to rub your face into Soap’s gentle touch. “I know, lad, I know.” Soap murmurs, his voice soothing and gentle. “Don’t let Makarov take ye like he took me.”

“Wake up.”

You gasp as your eyelids fly open, three people looming above you whilst one of them is cradling your face. You cough violently, your throat burning and aching as your vision attempts to focus on the figure that is closer to your face than the other two. The pain is unbearable, a broken sob leaving your lips as your hands go to clench your abdomen, but the person cradling your face uses one of their hands to swat your hands away.

“C’mon—yeah, there you are, love, there you are..” The man who is above you murmurs with a slight shake to his deep voice. You note he sounds familiar, but that thought doesn’t last long as you can tell the two other blurry figures quickly start to begin to move rubble away from you.

“Huh?” You say mindlessly, unable to comprehend what’s going on. You hear fire roaring and and people’s worried chatters and your own heartbeat, fuck, it’s so loud and you can barely hear as it is—

A hand cups your face and moves your head. “Focus here, yeah?”

It takes you a hot second to focus your eyes, but you’re met with a familiar skull plate attached to a balaclava—Ghost. He’s staring at you with wide and worried eyes, a look you’ve only seen a couple other times. “G.. Ghost.” You croak in surprise, looking at him. He nods insistently, a little relief lighting his eyes. “It’s me, love. It’s me. Glad to see those pretty eyes of yours.”

You laugh, but it more comes out as a weird noise as your eyes fill with tears, blurring your vision once more. You blink and they spill down your dust and blood caked face. You vaguely note in your head that Price and Gaz are working to get the pressure off of your legs. “Pretty eyes?” You croak. “Last I recalled, I was a pretty boy.”

That earns a huff from Ghost and a nod, his eyes locking with yours. “That too, the prettiest. Prettier than Gaz.” Ghost remarks, making you snort gently—you feel lightheaded. “No one’s prettier than Gaz, mate.” You mumble, your eyelids threatening to close. “Oi—“ Ghost hisses out, grabbing your face more harshly to shock you awake, which it does. “—Stay awake. We need y’to stay awake.” He insists, his voice breathless. “Trying.” You whisper, your hand coming up to wrap around his wrist.

You try to look down but Ghost keeps your head in place. “No- just keep lookin’ at me, darlin’. Only me, alright?” Ghost hums, trying to conceal the shake in his tone. “Already saw,” You reply with a sniffle. “It isn’t pretty, I know.” You watch Ghost close his eyes in sadness for a moment, you both know if you survive this, you’ll likely be plagued with this image for the rest of your life. A piece of rebar sticking out of you as well as the image of your legs covered in debris. You aren’t even sure if you’ll be able to use your legs after this.

“Need you to stay wit’me, alright?” Ghost murmurs. “I already lost him.. I can’t lose you, too.”

Your pounding heart stutters in your chest from the admission—you and Ghost both miss Soap. You have for months; Makarov got away after brutally murdering your boy. You’ve grieved for so long, grieved with the others; it was so obvious someone has been missing from your team dynamic. Every time Ghost makes a joke, you always half-expect to hear Soap’s relentless comments, but they never came. A heavy silence fell over everyone after every joke, because all four of you knew what everyone else was expecting. His voice.

How do you explain that you talked to him just five, maybe six minutes ago? How do you explain to the others that Soap is the reason why you opened your eyes again? You aren’t sure. “Fuck, please—“ Ghost suddenly shakes you—you were closing your eyes again, and you’re blinking awake once more. You inhale sharply as you slur something without thinking about it, but Ghost’s eyebrows furrow. “Couldn’t hear you, love. Speak up f’me, yeah?”

You clear your throat and blink, hot tears trailing down your face—you feel colder than earlier. “I love you,” You slur, followed by a sob. “N.. Need you t’know that. Love you, I have for.. a while.” A beat passes. “Soap knew that.” There’s a unreadable noise that comes from Ghost after you say that. “Don’t—don’t bloody tell me that right now, you fuckin’ wanker—“ Ghost hisses, but you can tell his voice breaks at the very end. You let out a wet laugh before you cough a bit. You wipe your lip with the back of one of your hands to see more blood staining your gloves.

You shudder as you look at Ghost, and you wonder if you’ll make it out of this alive like Ghost wants you to, like the others do, like Soap does. Like you do. You sob as you lean into his warm touch, his heat radiating through his remaining gloved hand, his bare hand wiping the debris off of your forehead. You hope you’ll be able to properly confess after this.

[prohaloplayer]

my least favorite type of content online is tiktoks and reels of people recording themselves alone in their room with some fuckass corny music over it and a wall of text that says something like "when your diet of charcoal, kiwi skins, rebar and aluminum shavings finally fixes your gastrointestinal problems and you just want to share your process with the world" and it's just a link to a marketplace full of branded bullshit that they'll make money off if you buy something

[shoukiko]

Not ready

A/N: Oh em gee my first full writing thingy :33 I hope u like it <3

CW: Angst, mention of death/injuries, Purely SFW

"I'm not ready yet..” you groaned from underneath the rubble, a rebar stake impaled into your back, emerged on the other side of your stomach. “I can’t… not yet” 

A wave of fear completely engulfs you as you grip onto Ghost’s wrist. He’s crouched next to you, making sure you know he’s near. In the years you've worked together, not once has he seen you cry. You were always the type to not let your feelings get ahead of you, to hold back everything until you couldn’t anymore. Even when you were beaten to all hell, you managed to dust yourself off and keep going no matter the situation. This wasn’t one of those times.

“I’m scared.. I’m scared, Ghost.” You speak timidly, you never wanted him to see you in this way, but at this moment all you can think about is keeping him near.

“I know, I know you are. You’ll-” He pauses, unable to reassure you that everything will be alright this time.

“I- I… I wanted to get married, maybe have a kid or two… “ The tone of vulnerability in your voice, the faltering, and the fear surprise him. Never once have you opened up this much, He places a hand on your arm, offering a soft caress.

“What else?” He asks, you think he’s just trying to keep you conscious long enough for help to come, but there’s something in his voice that makes him genuinely curious.

Your breathing is heavy, vision blurry, thoughts racing, but his questioning eases the burden. He pulls a rag from his pack, he applies pressure to the site of your impalement, where you've been pierced, in an effort to stem the bleeding.

“A house… I wanted to live in a house… somewhere in the country…” You speak in a hush.

“That sounds nice, with who? Family? On your own?” He asks, a hint of worry in his voice.

You begin to slip in and out of consciousness, desperately, he softly taps your face. “Hey.. Hey C’mon, stay with me. Who would you live with in your house? Hm?” 

“....Simon..” You whisper, you never call him by his first name. Never. He takes a breath before responding. “Yea..? What is it?” A subtle blend of fear and curiosity colors his voice.

“I love you…” The words are fragile as they leave your lips, yet resolute.

Ghost’s heart shreds as he hears such an emotional confession, blood rushing to his ears and face. Uncertain whether it's embarrassment or terror. He strokes your head gently, with utmost care. 

“I… I love you too, Doll.” 

A weak smile graces your face as you surrender to your fate.Leaving behind a profound silence and lingering warmth.

He refrains from shedding tears, abstains from emitting a scream; instead, he becomes a silent symphony of pain, mourning the loss of yet another person deeply embedded in his heart.

[mvltisstuff]

Hi! I was wondering if could do an Eddie Diaz request.

eddie meets reader at a hospital when the 118 drop a victim off because she’s a doctor there. she’s a new attending and as he comes more and more they get closer with each visit and she asks him out. they’ve been dating a few months when the hospital goes on lockdown and he gets a call from the reader. she’s crying as she says her goodbyes and that’s all i can think of but happy ending please 🥺😁

falling in reverse - e.d

summary: request

eddie diaz x reader

a/n: this got pretty deep… this is also inspired by the hospital shooting episodes of greys anatomy, which were written so well. please note this and decide if you want to continue because this is not just something that happens in tv. it’s talked about in the media but there is not nearly enough change that needs to be happening. be aware of the resources in your area and stay. educated. thank you for the request, love 🩶

the whole team arrives back to the station after a quick call. bobby came out of the passengers seat as everyone else came out of the back, putting their gear back up and heading upstairs. eddie runs his hands back down his pockets, checking to make sure the small box was still inside. he opens it up and is bombarded with the shine of the bright diamond that is sat inside the velvet.

he smiles at the thought of it, finally being ready to say those 4 quick, but massive words. he’s been preparing himself and even christopher, and he decided he was ready. there’s no one he wants more than y/n. he completely cherished her inside and out, making sure to admire every single part of her. every time he thought about her the butterflies fluttered in his stomach like he was back in middle school. he couldn’t imagine a more perfect outcome than her being in his arms every night. eddie has struggled immensely with relationships and connections after losing shannon, feeling like everything he touches just disintegrates through his fingers. he knew the first time he saw her that it wasn’t just quick fling, it was intensely love swimming over him.

eddie sped through the streets to pull up the the ER entrance with his, hens, and chimneys patient in the back. he had been severely bleeding from his abdomen and had to be extracted from a burning workplace.

eddie turned the sirens off, climbed out the drivers seat, and yanked open the back doors of the ambulance. he unlocked the wheels of the gurney and helped to pull it down. the flood of nurses came rushing out along with several different doctors in trauma scrubs.

one doctor came following out, pulling her hair back and tying it up as she slid her blue gloves on. “what do we got?” she asks.

“tyler rodrigues, male, 32,” eddie starts saying. “probable internal bleeding and third degree burns on lower extremities, BPs stable.

“alright, get him into trauma two, page plastics and ortho, sanchez, get that ultrasound up and running immediately!” she says, handing out demands to the interns in different colored scrubs.

eddie definitely is not the type of guy to take an interest of someone when he’s working or worse- when they’re both working. but the way she handled herself and the way she spoke to those patients had him in a trance. she was also beautiful, her hair fell perfectly around her face and she moved around so gracefully.

she walked out of the sliding doors of the trauma room, discarding her covering gown and sauntered over to the three first responders at the front desk. hen elbows eddie in his ribs, “careful, diaz, she’s coming this way.”

“w-what?” he mumbles and looks back to see her making her way over with a smile on her face.

“just act normal.”

“chimney…” she begins, and chim pulls her into a hug. “how is everything, you feeling good?”

“no stab wounds, no rebar, i’m living the life,” chimney smiles and pulls away as hen whispers to eddie.

“she was his surgeon when he got hurt,” hen informs.

“and i cant forget about miss henrietta wilson!” she comes over and wraps her arms around her. they exchange quick conversation about their lives, karen and denny. “and diaz?”

eddie’s face drops and he swears he’s as red as a tomato. he doesn’t remember ever meeting her, even when chimney was stabbed by doug. “yeah, ha-have we met?”

“no, not properly,” y/n tells him. “i saw your name tag,” she says with a bright smile and eddie blushes a little. he thought he grew out of the awkward crush stage, but guess not.

“right,” he laughs. “eddie diaz, 118.”

“dr. y/n y/l/n, it’s nice to finally speak to you,” she slips out. “or meet you! sorry, i’ve just seen you come in a few times.”

“don’t worry about it,” he grins and they all look down at the prominent beeping noise coming from her waistband.

“well, i have a surgery so i’ll see you guys later?” they all nod and begin to turn away. “nice seeing you, eddie.”

eddie trails behind the partners, with a small smirk on his face. “oh he’s got it bad,” hen says.

“that woman saved my life and i think she forgot we were there,” chimney says, with his head down as they pile back into the aid car.

eddie stamped back up the stairs, pulling out his phone from his bag when he got there. everyone was crowded around the kitchen island, talking about the call or their own thoughts. eddie was facing his own nightmare when he saw the notifications flashed on his screen.

y/n/n: 11:34

12 missed calls

he rapidly unlocked his phone, smashing in the password numbers and checking his texts and voicemails. his face dropped when he saw the one remaining voice mail from y/n.

one unread voice message from y/n/n at 11:41

he quickly moved himself away from everyone, barricading himself in the corner. he shakily pressed play on the voice message, loudly. he didn’t care if anyone heard.

“hey, baby,” she starts, quietly and shakily. “i know you’re probably on a call, but i wanted you to listen to me. i don’t want you to freak out or anything yet, but, um, i think someone has a gun. im doing everything i can, but i had to call you and tell you how much i love you…” she breathes and deeply exhales. “i love you more than anyone and i’d do anything for you. i love you so, so much, eddie. i know what you’d say, don’t think this way but i had to say my goodbye just in case… in case i don’t make it out of here. you’re in my heart forever, eddie.”

eddie has no tears in his eyes from the pure terror. she’s alone in this building and has no idea what might be on the other side. he stares at the wall, and the ringing in his ears becomes severe and he feels like he was hit by a car. the whole team overheard, drowning in their own fear as well. the noises of the TV were spat out at them.

“we have breaking news to interrupt our regular programs, several shots have been fired at LA general hospital and an active shooter warning has been sent out-“

everyone’s mouths were gaped open, looking directly at eddie who is already sprinting out of the station and into the engine. he knows they’ll be called soon anyway, so why not get a head start? and everyone follows him, getting into the engine.

eddie plays the message on repeat, looking for any little details and hope. the second they arrived on scene, eddie barely gave the engine time to stop before he was out. his mind was in complete fight mode, which almost gave him the impulse to run in and find his soon to be fiancé.

gathered around the hospital are multiple SWAT trucks and tens of police units. they were coming in and out, and eddie almost dropped to his knees when he heard the three words, “suspect in custody.”

the hospital was eerily silent. it was terrifying to y/n, as it was always busy and loud and now, there wasn’t even beeping of machines or hissing of intubation. it was like the whole world stopped. she had ran into the bathroom of a patient, not leaving the room for any reason. locate, lockdown. the four L’s were speeding through her mind in a desperate fight to survive. when you get the training, you assume it’ll never happen to you. but it can.

she was splattered with blood from the bank in a desperate attempt to save herself if needed, but then found herself locked in the small room. her mind had almost become a blur, waiting forever to get the all clear before she heard the SWAT teams come into the room and help lead her out. her eyes were glued to the ceiling to avoid any contact with the horror ensuing.

she had finally been confronted with the fresh california air, walking outside and looking around for anyone she knew. her hands were fallen loosely around her sides, but her posture was stiff.

meanwhile, behind the yellow tapes and barriers, eddie was attempting to get inside to find y/n, having no idea that she was almost right in front of him. “i swear to god, athena, i need to get in there and find her, i have no clue where she is and i need her to be ok, so please,” he rapidly spits out when he feels bobby place a calm hand on his shoulder.

“eddie,” he says, turning his attention to the fearful woman standing in the middle of the parking lot. he’d been waiting for hours for her to be evacuated, the process feeling like years.

when eddie adjusts himself and focuses his eyes, he pulls his stapled feet off the ground and walks over to y/n with his hands out shortly. she sees him coming up, sighing out of exhaustion and was finally in repose. her eyes were red and tired, filled with non-stop tears that were subconsciously falling down her cheeks.

“eddie?” she practically whispers.

“yeah, honey, it’s me,” he replies, stepping in closer as she falls into his embrace. “it’s ok, you’re gonna be ok, you’re safe,” he murmurs sweet comforts into her ear and places his hand on the back of her head. her shivering hands were placed against his back.

being able to fall against him and cry on his shoulder almost erased all of y/n’s thoughts. she knew she did everything she had to do, and now was the last step. live

[cal-writes]

hot damn everyone liked the superhero au bit huh, have some more

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Law wouldn't consider himself a hero. Officially the government has him classified as a vigilante because he isn't registered or affiliated with any sanctioned hero groups. That's fine by him. He never set out to be a hero, he has other things to focus on.

He is occasionally overcome with altruism however. So when he walks down a street and the two highrise apartment buildings begin to toppel into each other he bothers to create his room and stop them in their tracks.

The world around him floods blue, feels the phantom pressure of their weight as he extends his powers. The cars on the road come to screetching halts, blocking the street. People in the cars up front emerge, running down the way Law came in anticipation of the fight.

The buildings creak, the walls of their ground floors crumbled. The rubble shakes and move down the street as if possessed, straight towards the obvious culprit. A tall man, huge shoulders and purple hair and the only one who isn't running away from the precarious state of the buildings framing the street. He turns towards Law, wearing sunglasses and an ugly sneer.

"Who are you?" The guy asks, lifting his chin.

Name: Trafalgar Law, alias The Surgeon Age: unknown (29) Powers: Room He can summon a bubble - the titular Room - in which he has limited control over the conditions inside, such as air pressure and temperature, as well as every object inside its radius. His signature move "Shambles" switches two objects with each other. (Unbeknownst to the public, Law can also affect living creatures. He's invested in keeping it that way). The bigger his Room the bigger his arsenal but so is the effort required to keep it up.

Law lifts his chin in kind and walks onto the street. "Shouldn't I be asking you that?" Around them the screaming has quieted down and people are rapidly exiting the building through what remains ground floor and the fire escapes. The structural damage of which hinder the process significantly.

The man laughs and as he does, bits of concret tumbling around him. "You a hero?" He asks as the rubble rises to float around him. Some sort of telekisis then, Law notes. Though it must be limited to a specific type of matter. Glass shards and bits of rebar remain where they are unless the are stuck in the stone.

Law puts his hands in his pockets and shrugs, looking around lazily. The thing that had caused the buildings to fall where the huge holes in its structure, compromising their integity. Both buildings were primarily apartments with the odd office in between. As if they had been specifically chosen for the maximum amount of casualties.

"You a villain?" Law replies and the man throws his head back to laugh.

"You tell me." He says. The floating rocks become a vortex, flying in spirals around him and Law widens his stance. The first rock that flies towards him goes wide even without having to dodge but the second is getting closer. If he weren't currently occupied holding two buildings in place this would be easy. But as he is very much occupied doing that, all he can do is dodge and hope that the people inside hurry the fuck up.

A volley of rubble comes his way with enough speed that he will eat one of them if he doesn't stop them otherwise so he thrusts out his hand, increasing the air pressure until it stops dead. Around him the buildings creak dangerously, the screaming increases as they wobble. He curses under his breath, moving his hands in a wide arch to grab onto the buildings again. If he could just move them it would be trivial, alas he is stuck with what he has.

The brief lurch has slowed the evacuation. Thanks to his Room Law knows exactly how many people are still inside and none of them are moving anywhere much to his dismay. Except for one. He grits his teeth. One person that had been climbing down the fire escape from their balcony has lost their footing, barely holding onto the rail and Law knows it's a matter of seconds before their plummet.

The asshole responsible is pulling more projectiles towards him, gleefully smirking and Law wants to smash his face in. He vows to do it later.

A sharp yell and the persons grib slips tumbling freely towards the street below and moves. His arm shoots up, focusing his control over the area around the person to slow their fall without letting the buildings move. He sees the twister of concret roar back up around his opponent and knows it's about to be ugly.

(Options: 1. Drop the person - no, 2. drop the buildings further - not recommended as it will likely cause more injuries and/or people falling that he will have to rescue, 3. dodge the giant bit of rubble heading his way - sudden movement will jeopardize his control and possilby cause both options 1 and 2 to occur, 4. stand there and take the hit - risky if something vital is hit but if he has trajectory correct it will merely hit his shoulder)

Law stands his ground, braces for impact as he lowers the falling civilian slowly to the ground. His body tenses.

He notices the pollen first before he becomes aware of the shadow piercing his Room. A flash moves in his periphial vision, followed by a horrible metallic sound. The civillain touches the ground and scrambles down the street with a frantic thanks, unharmed.

"Need a hand?" Demon asks him, a sword in each hand, deflecting the projectiles headed his way.

Name: Roronoa Zoro, alias East Demon Age: unknown (Law assumes they are close in age based on appearance) Powers: unknown (something that Law has a personal gripe with) All he knows that he is good at close quarters offence with a few long range attacks that he hasn't seen enough times to determine exactly how they work.

Demon is dressed in street clothes, black jeans and a white shirt. Only the black bandana over his head is part of his uniform. It hides his hair and casts his eyes in shadow. His third sword is still hanging on his hip, waiting for use. 

Law grimaces. "I can handle myself." He tells him.

Even without seeing his face, he knows that Demon rolls his eyes. The thunder of a rifle sounds and Law flinches on reflex before he sees the impact on one of the villains stones, shattering it into smaller pieces. Law follows the origin of the shot and just barely sees a figure on one of the neighbouring buildings but he doesn't need to see him clearly to know who it is most likely to be.

Name: unknown last name Usopp, aliases Snipergod, Savant Age: 22 Powers: unconfirmed accuracy ability He is trained in all manner of firearms and has near inhuman accuracy with all of them. Thusfar unclear if it is a trained ability or a physical trait.

"Where's the rest of your merry band of assholes?" He asks.

Demon's sword sparks as it collides with a piese of rubble, causing it harmlessly land next to them.

Law wouldn't exactly consider Demon and his group allies or friends. But he does owe them his life or whatever (he tries not to dwell on it - if only Luffy would give him the opportunity to return the favor).

"Snipergod is giving cover and Lady Ohara is helping evacuation." Demon tells him. 

Name: Nico Robin, aliases Lady Ohara, Mrs. All Sundays, Demon Child Age: 33 Power: Bloom She expells pollen and can create fully functional additonal limbs and organs whereever the pollen reach. They are extentions of herself and as such, suceptible to damage that she will suffer from.

"You have the buildings?" Demon asks.

Law bristles but swallows it down. Not the time. "And the rest of you?" He asks instead of answering because the answer should be obvious.

"Not here, we happened to be in the area." Demon says and Law scoffs. Just his luck.

"Right. You know this asshole?" He asks.

"Calls himself Zed, for cement." Demon tells him and Law glares at his back. His muscles move underneath his shirt as he slashes at the bits of concret.

"That doesn't even make sense!"

Demon shrugs with one shoulder and pivots on his heel to catch a stray piece of rubble. "That's what he said. We fought him before."

Law groans. "What a tool." He mutters. "How long until all the civilians are out?"

Horrifyingly a mouth appears on Demon's shoulder as well as an ear. Even knowing Lady Ohara it freaks him out.

"I estimate around twenty more minutes." The mouth on Demon's shoulder tells him. "Are any injured or trapped?" She asks and Law closes his eyes, focuses his awareness in the Room.

"None so far. Children on the seventh floor of the left building." He says.

"Understood. We contacted Handyman, estimated time of arrival is four minutes." She tells him.

Name: Cutty Flam, alieses Handyman, Iron Man, Cyborg Age: 39 Powers: Material Creation He can convert energy into objects, creating them out of thin air. Due to his background in carpentry he most often creates wood or other building materials and crafts insane structures out of them. Additonally half his body is mechanical (reason unknown) and has a variety of weapons and tools stored inside.

Law rolls his shoulders and makes his neck crack. Four minutes until Handyman can secure the buildings and free up Law from the burden.

"Shouldn't you cover your teammate?" Law asks as Demon deflects the next assault on them. Zed roars, focus split between trying to attack Law and protecting himself from Snipergod's shots.

Demon huffs. "She's hidden. If I go to her I'll reveal her location." He says and Law begrudgingly admits that he's the most vulnerable player on the field right now. "You got here first. Your call." Demon tells him and the ease in which he defers to Law catches him off guard.

He's too used to both heroes and vigilantes having too big of an ego for teamwork. It's a nice change of pace. Though he is acutely aware that it would be a different story if Demon's leader were here.

Law glances around and tries to assess the situation. Without having to spend time to defend himself, his hold of the buildings is rock solid and Lady Ohara will make the evacuation go much quicker. With Snipergod keeping Zed occupied he won't be able to get away quickly. 

"Can you deal with him?" Law asks, ducking his head when a piece of rubble chips off and passes by Demon. Nothing big enough that would cause damage.

"If I can get close." Demon tells him. They must have come here in a hurry. The knot of his bandana is beginning to come lose, showing off the grass greeen hair underneath.

Law looks past him towards Zed. He only catches a glimpse of the man's sneer before the ground rumbles. Conrete and rubble rolling towards him until he is completely encased. The buildings further down the road start to crack Snipergod's next bullets barely put a dent in the stone.

"I can get you close." Law says, breathing deeply. The area is already huge in order to encompass the entire two buildings but not big enough to catch Zed in it too. He doesn't even to run from it as Law expands his room. It swallows him easily. Law crocks his fingers, pulling at the stone surrounding Zed.

Here is why Law tends to keep a low profile and prefer quick beat down fights: If his opponent knows how his ability works, it's easier for them to resist it.

Zed's hold onto his makeshift armor is too complete for Law to make any piece of it budge. He grits his teeth. "If you can cut through stone." He adds, exhaling sharply. There has to be something else.

"With enough speed I can." Demon tells him and Law files that little tidbit away to investigate later. Law looks off in the direction of Snipergod.

"Lady Ohara, tell Snipergod to fire on my mark." Law says, focusing in Zed. More and more rubble joins him, lifting him higher off the ground. The rocks becoming and extention of himself. "You are going to be very fast, I won't be able to catch you." He tells Demon who simply nods.

With a gust of pollen, a mouth and ear appear on Law's shoulder and he resists the urge to shudder. "Where should he aim?" She asks him, voice strained. If he focuses he can feel her presence all around them, bits of her and her limbs in every room of the two buildings.

"Dealers choice." Law tells Demon who moves his head slighly to speak over his shoulder.

"Throat." He tells the ear there.

It disappears from Demon's body with a whisper. "On your mark, Surgeon." The mouth on Law's shirt says.

The buildings around Zed shake, losing chips of plaster, whole chunks being pulled into the orbit of the man's powers. They don't have much time.

Demon shifts his stance, puts one of his swords in between his lips before unseathing the third one. 

"Ready." He says with surprising clearity.

Law breathes, watches the rubble tornado pick up speed. "Now." The rifle bellows and Law feels the instant it crosses into his Room. His index and ring finger curl underneath his thumb. "Shambles."

The bullet slams into the road below him and in its stead, Demon flies through the air. The blades of his swords turn black and a palpable aura appears around him. As if smoke were pouring out of his orifices but not in same composition. Immaterial. An energy so potent it becomes visible. 

A deafening screech sounds as Demon flies past Zed, crashing through a shopwindow on the other side of the street.

For a heartbeat, Law thinks Snipergod missed his shot. Then everything stops. The rubble floating around Zed pauses midair before it rains to the ground. A red hot line cuts across his stone outer body. His armor slowly falls away, his hand shaking as he reaches for his torso. It takes another second for Zed to realize what happened before his body collapses in on itself, buried under his own rubble.

Law exhales, pulling his room closer around himself and the buildings to make the burden easier on himself. "Status on Demon?" He asks.

"Unclear. I had to leave or risk injury." Lady Ohara tells him curtly, unhappiness audible.

Law glances towards Snipergod but his figure has disappeared from the top of the building, probably making his way down. Behind him he hears footsteps accompanied with a metallic clatter and when he turns he sees the turqoise hair of Handyman and his terrible red unbottoned shirt as he runs towards them. Law wants to believe that Handyman is only wearing speedos because of the urgency but unfortunately he knows the man to be an exhibitionist. 

He gives Law a thumbs up as he skitts over the asphalt towards the closest building, dropping something round and metallic at his feet that extends into support rods that shoot into the walls to hold it up. Handyman secures them quickly while creating rebar out of thin air and adding to his patch job. On the other side of the road and the other building a flurry of pollen is the precursor to hundreds of arms shooting out of the ground, bracing against the walls. Law lets go of his hold slowly, testing the new support before he is sure it's safe to let go.

The weight leaving him is almost dizzying. While using his powers he doesn't notice it as much but the sudden lack of pressure is so stark he stumbles forward, only years of practise helping him to catch his feet. No sign of Snipergod yet and the rest of the street is deserted. Distantly Law notices the sound of sirens.

He doesn't run but it's a close thing (just to be efficient not because he's worried). The shopfront window has a human sized hole, destroying the logo printed on it that would identify it as a café. Chairs and tables have toppled and splintered, a swathe of destruction ending in the bar counter that has been broken in two. A pile of glass, wood and the remnants of an espresso machine obscured Demon save for his black boot sticking out from underneath.

Law climbs through the broken window, glass crunching under his feet. "You still alive?" He asks loudly, heart hammering in his chest.

A groan, and the pile of carnage shifts. Law hurries over to get the biggest pieces off. The espresso machine is warped, sharp metal everywhere. 

A hand plunges through the rubble first and Law takes a step back, feet slipping underneath him. Demon breaks through.  He sits up, shaking his head like a dog and making splinters fly everywhere. Law makes room before he gets hit by the debris (and so he doesn't do anything stupid loke offer a hand). 

Demon's bandana slips off, having hung on by a thread to the man's head. Green hair is sticking up with sweat and blood, the latter of which also runs down his face. Little cuts and scrapes all over. He doesn't appear to be too injured, Law wagers from Demon's movement. He digs himself out of the rubble without issue. His shirt is ripped in parts, leaving little patches of red on the white fabric as he takes care to pick all the wood from it.

He looks past Law, squinting out the window. "We got him?" He asks, shuddering slightly.

Law nods and feels stupid standing there.

Demon nods, sheathing one of his swords before reaching out blind to grab the third from the rubble. He presses the flag blade against his forehead briefly, muttering something Law doesn't catch before he sheaths the other two swords. 

He blinks with the one eye that isn't scarred over and blind as blood runs into it, obscuring his vision.

A common theory about Demon's abilities is that is must be a healing factor of some sort or he that he simply doesn't feel pain at all. Law has seen him fight and fought alongside him too many times to believe that.

Demon winces slightly as he steps down from his pile, sliding on the broken wood. 

He wipes at his brow to stop the blood flow. "Nice work." He tells Law with a smirk that shows off his teeth, pink with bloody saliva.

Law takes a second too long to remember himself. He huffs and turns around, stomping back to the front of the shop. 

"Could have done without your help." He says, seeing Snipergod emerge from the building across the street and jog in their direction.

Demon snorts. "Yeah, yeah. You're welcome." Law bends down to pick up a piece of glass and with a flick of his wrist and a small Room, its replaced with Demon's bandana. Miraculously it appears to be undamaged. He holds it out towards the other man as he comes to stand by his side. It's as much of an apology as he will lower himself too. After all it was his plan that caused Demon's injuries.

"Thanks." Demon says, having no qualms about gratitude. "Drinks?" He asks as Snipergod reaches the broken window, out of breath.

Law is grateful for it too because with one word, Demon has derailed Law's entire train of thought. He looks at him as Demon ties his bandana around his head (and over his injury which makes Law bristle professionally).

"Oh, thank god," Snipergod says, holding his chest. "He's good." He tells the ear on the strap of his rifle. "That was so stupid." He whines dramatically.

Demon shrugs. "Worked out, didn't it?" Is all he says before climbing outside. Law follows after some delay.

[interview-dr-alto-clef]

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[i-am-the-wayward-traveler]

So with the wrapping up of the current Fallout TV series there has been some Discord about some of the choices surrounding some of the more historical points of the Fallout universe.

Preferably the off screen destruction of previous well-known Fallout locations from games pass such as shady Sands this has been a contentious Point against some group of fans as they were anxious to see the bustling NCR Metropolis in real life.

In games previous mostly the first two as the player you would wander the Wasteland and find different locations both remnants of the old world and signs of civilization trying to start again there was also a continuity between the games that showed the evolution of these small bustling settlements and the fading away of the more desolate locations of the old world.

This is one of the reasons I was not upset about the destruction of Sadie Sands in the current TV series as it provides a way to explain why things are so bad even so many years later after the rebuilding of society had begun in certain areas of the United States.

The Wasteland aesthetic that's always been president and many of the Fallout games really stopped it's progression when Bethesda took over the franchise and started with Fallout 3 it's one of the things that always bothered me maybe as a small nitpick but as a glaring one at Best after 200 years places like the capital Wasteland the Commonwealth and especially New Vegas seeming as it was one of the few cities spared the destruction of the Great War but we find that most of these places are still dealing with Wasteland junk towns and destroyed ramshackle shanties as it's main centers of civilization. Now compare and contrast this to some of the original games where you actually see a simple thriving town get built up into a bustling metropolis relatively clean with working water and electricity between games.

For me it's one of those things that always felt very lazy as it should have been pretty easy to create a aesthetic of some kind with a functioning town or settlement for the player to rest in and then you walk outside to see a Wasteland and it's hard desolation. Such a contrast would actually created a greater immersion the surrounding wastelands appearing even harsher and more desolate.

Now without this visual contrast or type of aesthetic storytelling you would always need more of a story or an idea of why after so long with so many functional people you couldn't do any better than a couple sheets of metal and filthy potato sacks stapled onto a twisted rebar frame around an undetonated bomb.