#vulcaniser

[aardvark-123]

~Fallout 4 Companions React to a Pair of Hunter™ Original Red Wellington Boots~

Ada would be delighted to have some high-quality rubber to cut up and use in various projects. A marksman's stock, stealth lining for armour, a generator and some power pylons... Oh, the possibilities!

Cait would be mildly amused. "Well, aren't those cute?" she'd chuckle, and then go and do something else.

Codsworth would be quite chuffed. "By George, is that a genuine pair of Wellingtons, made by the Hunter Boot Company of Edinburgh?!" he'd exclaim. "How splendid to see genuine British craftsmanship still thriving in this day and age! Why, it was nearly impossible to acquire Hunter footwear in the years before the war, thanks to the Chinese government shutting down all their factories..."

"Ah, tres bon! It is most important to 'ave ze protective footwear if zere is contaminated water around," Curie would remark. If she was in her Miss Nanny form, that would be all. In her synth form, on the other hand, she'd ignore them because she's already wearing protective shoes. (Yes, those combat boots included with her Flannel Shirt and Jeans™ are actually chemical-resistant, heat-resistant, suitable for agriculture, industrial work, laboratories, bird-watching and professional kitchens.)

Paladin Danse wouldn't care about the boots at all. Not one bit. However, he'd be very concerned about the Commonwealth gaining access to Vulcanised Rubber. The thought of raiders or civilians learning to heat up naturally-occurring latex until it becomes a firmer, tougher material would keep him awake at night.

Deacon would smile mysteriously and tuck the boots away in his bag. "One step closer to my Wonder Woman costume," he'd declare, already thinking of where to find gold paint and a craft knife.

Dogmeat would use the £135.99 pair of wellies as chew toys unless you stopped him.

Porter Gage would laugh at the wellies. "Looks like something one of the Pack would wear!" he'd guffaw. This belies the fact that Gage would absolutely wear them if they were yellow.

"Look at those stupid things! You wouldn't catch me in anything that garish," Glory would laugh. "But let me know if you find a pair of Chore™ Adjustable Tall Boots by the Original Muck Boot Company, okay? Black or camo, not pink."

Hancock would be mildly amused. "Well, aren't those cute?" he'd chuckle, and then go and do something else.

MacCready would be reminded briefly of the mole costumes they used to have in Little Lamplight, and how, after two hundred years of wear on generations' worth of feet, the boots always leaked. Then his mind would start racing, thinking of all the historians and eccentric collectors he knew, and who would pay the most for a genuine, mint condition pair of pre-war wellingtons. Sydney and Emaline, maybe? Or Sierra? They're red, so he could probably convince her they were Nuka-Cola boots...

Nick would be kinda ticked. "Well, aren't those fancy?" he'd chuckle, and then mosey along to his other business.

Old Longfellow would be quite underwhelmed. "Too short," he'd sigh. "They're better than nothing, but they won't keep the waves out for long."

Piper would be absolutely delighted. "Look at them! They go so well with my coat!" she'd laugh, dancing around with the wellies on her feet. "Nat's going to be so jealous... Wait, but what if this encourages her to wear shiny red boots in a reckless manner?! I-I can't be a bad influence on my little sister! Should I give them to Ellie instead, or...?"

Preston wouldn't really know what to make of the boots. "Er, those are quite nice," he'd say noncommittally. "Not really my colour, though. Er, is there any reason you're showing me these? It's so random... Oh, yes! Speaking of things that are red, we've had reports of a Yao Guai stalking around near Oberland Station..."

"Ah... Thin red buckets!" Strong would declare. "Too fancy compared to normal buckets. Strong can't carry much Milk of Human Kindness in these," he'd add before tossing the boots over his shoulder. They'd land in some unseen location with a crash of breaking glass and the anguished screech of a cat.

Z6-88 wouldn't react. He wouldn't betray the slightest thought or emotion regarding the wellingtons. If, on the other hand, you were wearing them, he'd peer down at your red rubber-clad feet for just long enough to unnerve you, and then speak. "You are aware that the Institute makes its own rubber boots," he'd declare. "Far superior to those antiques. Unless, of course, you enjoy blisters and chafed calves."

[faithdeans]

not gonna lie, i got confused about the vulcan exhibitionism. temporarily forgor about star trek and was like. haha vulcanised rubber amiRight ladies (gn)

SCREAM NEWT

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[horsyunicorn]

wife: coming home now do NOT be watching Luthen vs Tractor Beam again

[virtualgirladvance]

are

Red vines meant to feel like eating vulcanised rubber?

[wmnylander]

kinda sad kinda empty kinda numb kinda heartbroken i don’t get to watch my guys chase after a piece of vulcanised rubber in about an hour hbu

[andmaybegayer]

self vulcanising bondage tape

[colonellickburger]

Andrew Esiebo. Vulcanisers’ tools laid out artistically on a chequerboard. Lagos, Nigeria

[zeldahime]

Highway to Pail Day 26

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February 26: Local museum has a new dinosaur exhibit. Don't know if it'll be popular. Remains to be seen.

Crowley thought he might as well go see the thing, since he was getting a commendation for it. He had no idea why—he saw the note saying one of his temptations was paying off in a big way with a quote direct from one of his memos, but he couldn't figure out what it was for the life of him. But hey, a commendation was a commendation.

It was just: He stayed away from the bone stuff, as a general rule. He thought it was, he didn't know, unsportsmanlike, or something. A cruel joke. Plus, he just didn't like misleading natural scientists; he liked them too much.

The Times had said the bones were a "diplodocus" from Wyoming in America, with a helpful map showing that Wyoming was both very far inland and much larger than Great Britain. Apparently they'd been discovered by a bloke named William Harlow Reed and gifted by a Scottish immigrant to America called Andrew Carnegie to the King. He'd checked and double-checked his memory for Reed and Carnegie's names, or references to America, or to the bones: nothing. The only thing that came close was an assignment he'd passed off to Aziraphale for some stuffed shirt at Yale, tempt him into some academic intrigue. He had a weird name though, like Orpheus Bog or something, not William. It couldn't be the philanthropist, because he hadn't gotten credit for capitalism: It had kind of invented itself, and by the time it was obvious it was sticking around, it was too late to file the paperwork.* It definitely wasn't the king, because Bertie had a soul like vulcanised fucking rubber. No matter how many mistresses he took or how much money he gambled, the sin bounced right off him. If Crowley didn't know better, he'd suspect God of playing favorites.**

So off Crowley went to see Dippy the Diplodocus.

It was a great big beastie, taking up the entire new Reptile Room, tail sweeping across the ground. The bones they'd found really did seem to fit together more or less the way they'd been arranged, although Crowley hadn't been involved in the biology project really. The humans' explanations were immensely convincing, grounded in the physical laws they'd discovered so far. If Crowley hadn't been an eye-witness to Earth's baptism and Time being turned on six millennia before, he'd fully believe what they were saying about these great lizards.

Like he said: he didn't like getting involved in the bone stuff.

As he looked around at the crowds gathered to marvel at Dippy, he didn't see anything worth their HQs getting worked up about. There wasn't much sacrilegious, there wasn't much holy. Although if he were here, Aziraphale would argue with that, say that there was always sanctity to be found in the wonder of the Lord's Creation. That wasn't a company line, either; Heaven didn't go in for that puff. It was something the daft bastard really believed.

Crowley missed him horribly.

He took another loop around the hall, wondering at all the human creativity and scientific inquiry and plain hard labor that went into these plasters of a mean-spirited Divine prank. Wondering how they'd already been setting up the humans long before splitting up into two camps. He wondered whether the angels who'd put the bones in the ground were in Heaven or in Hell. Or if some of them were in both.

To be honest: He really thought that there were some in both. The first Heaven-Hell collaboration, long before he and Aziraphale took the plunge on their Arrangement.

And he still had no idea what that commendation was actually about.

--

*Aziraphale had worked quite hard at the invention of philanthropy, once capitalism had become obvious even to the most introverted of angels. Heaven hadn't given him any credit for it, at least as far as Crowley knew. He and Aziraphale weren't really speaking.

**However, Crowley did know better. God's favorites usually got prolonged bouts of suffering and grisly, horrific deaths, not women and wine and kingdoms.

--

Author's note: I had to write this twice because Tumblr LOST MY DRAFT that I wrote on the bus. 😭😭😭😭

Quick note on King Edward the Whateverth, known as Bertie: I don't actually have the first clue about whether or not he was like, a good person or whatever. I just thought of jokes I wanted to tell and he was a well-known 1) adulterer and gambler and 2) affable good-natured friendly guy. This sounds close enough to someone who could be "vulcanised fucking rubber" that I went for it.

SO: Dippy!!!!!!! I couldn't not talk about Dippy! I fucking love Diplodocus, okay, it's one of my all-time fave dinos, and Dippy is The Diplodocus, like Sue is The T-Rex and Aziraphale is The Southern Pansy. The species Diplodocus carnegii was described by Othniel Marsh, who I had Aziraphale tempt in Bonus #1. The basic story of the bones is as I described above. Dippy's a composite skeleton, made up of at least six individuals. In 2015 or so, scientists studying it discovered that most of the skull was actually a Galeamopus and some of the toes and stuff were actually Camarasaurus, but Dippy is still remarkably accurate for a composite discovered and assembled in the 1890s.

Original Dippy still resides in the Carnegie Museum of Natural History in Pittsburg, which is one of my bucket list trips. He was cast in plaster and those casts gifted to natural history museums around the world, including the British Museum. Londoners will now be yelling at their computer screens, but listen: the Natural History Museum didn't separate from the rest of the BM until 1989. Aziraphale probably still calls it British Museum (National History), including pronouncing the parenthesis somehow. Dippy (London) stood from 1905 until 2017, except during WW2 when it was packed into boxes and stored in the basement so it didn't get Blitz'd. It toured the UK for a while and now stands in a museum in Coventry.

The Diplodocus that is in the Smithsonian Museum of Natural History in Washington DC isn't a Dippy, btw. It's a Diplodocus hallorum, which is even bigger.

And here are some pics of Dippy (London) from Wikipedia:

1905

1922

2018, while it was on tour, National Museum Cardiff, Wales.

[maximumwobblerbanditdonut]

In The Style, Blue!

SH presented two watches of the same brand at Nobleman's photo shoot, one of which matched the colour well. The watch chosen to match her blue jacket is a MONOBALANCIER HURACAN STERRATO inspired by a Lamborghini from the Italian luxury sports car manufacturer. The colourful piece was launched simultaneously with the new supercar of the same name.

Although SH's trousers have no hems, his stylist did not pay attention to the unfinished edge of the trousers.

Styling @mrmontyjackson

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[anglerflsh]

please do talk about the history of plastic here as well! it sounds very intriguing

We're getting into contemporary history, which is my worst suit but: in the interrogation I specifically mentioned Bachelite, so, it was just a few words about how it was first obtained from a reaction between formaldehyde and fenol, creating a kind of molecular 'map' resembling that of lignina (fenol rings connected by CH2, that sort of thing?) - during a time when most electrical insulating materials were made of lattice, which was plant-produced (by the Hevea Brasiliensis if I'm not mistaken), the fact that Baekeland was able to produce a material which could substain the same temperatures was important for the progress in computers and other electrical circuits. And to substitute for the ivory used in pool balls, also.

The tricky thing about lattice is that it can't be synthetised easily because the 'rubber' is isoprene, which can have both cis and trans geometrical isomeria, and while in the plant there is an enzime which makes them all cis, so they form the spirals that make rubber elastic and moldable (and then you can make it solid with vulcanisation, which makes double solfur bonds inbetween spirals) - its human synthetisation lacks those enzimes, so we got a mixed bag of the two versions, until the Ziegler-Natta catalysts were made. And Bachelite was a good alternative for thermoelectrical insulation because it was easier to produce than the plant-harvested lattice, although for its more elastic-serving uses we first substituted it with SBR.

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[clove-pinks]

Handbook of English Costume in the 19th Century by C. Willett Cunnington and Phillis Cunnington has an eyebrow-raising line about men's pants in the 1840s:

TROUSERS. All through the decade these were tight and generally worn with instep straps; these by 1848 were sometimes made of india-rubber.

At first I misinterpreted this as the trousers were made of rubber: but it's just the instep strap that goes under the shoes, which makes sense! I have long wondered how early to mid-19th century men kept those trouser straps clean—wouldn't they constantly be wet and muddy?

Here's a good look at the trouser instep strap in a circa 1840 cartoon (British Museum). (Also illustrating the dangers of announcing that you become extra bigoted when tipsy).

I found several 1849 advertisements for trouser straps in "Cornish's Stranger's Guide Through Birmingham" (Google Books). It reads almost like an 1840s yellow pages, full of advertisements for local businesses.

Absolutely visit the A.P. Dadley manufactory on your next trip to Birmingham! Vulcanised India Rubber trouser straps and Parker's Metallic Oxide paints!

[faithdeans]

I love you we should engage in vulcanised exhibitionism soon

32 days and i will engage in public h*nd h*lding with you i promise

[vaas]

so victorian medical care is like. well its dicey on the one hand they were doing their best on the other basic hygiene was kind of touchy. but abortion and birth control are like Very Old medicine like as long as people have been doing sex recreationally theyve been trying to limit pregnancy. ancient egyptians were doing contraception. anyway condoms made of animal intestine are classic but post 1839 (invention of vulcanised rubber) there were also rubber condoms available especially like 1870s onwards (you start seeing latex condoms around the 1920s but thats also after marie stopes and the first contraceptive pills) also internal blockers (cervical caps/diaphragms) like little cups that you shove up in there. same they were big on douching but thats obviously not 100% effective. chemical/herbal/ingested contraceptives are more difficult to find information about like a lot of herbal abortificants are just. straight up poison. mugwort and pennyroyal are toxic. theyll kill a fetus tho!

[benjaminjgbarnes]

Pyanfar's Tranquil Evening (Pride of Chanur Fan Fiction)

The airlock hissed closed behind her as the silken tufts at her tail’s extremity whipped out of harm’s way, a semi-autonomous entity toying with its own demise. That sound - so soft and yet so distinct - brought a special relief, assurance, finally, of solitude. Pyanfar felt her shoulders slump forward like those of sullen Mahi deck lingerer - Gods, she thought, if Hilfy were to see me now she might well throw every stern word I’ve ever said to her out with the next expulsion.

She thought of galactic garbage because one such deposit was, at this moment, making its way past a crescent shaped void. Little pieces of engineering waste glinted in the darkness as they dispersed. She’d cut out this crescent moon from an old vulcanised fibre sheet and stuck it against the inch of plexi-glass between her room, her space - and the space outside. This window decoration, among other personalised features of Pyanfar’s quarters betrayed a much gentler, and perhaps more idealistic self than the hardnose pragmatist her days and nights uniformed on deck required.

There was the diamond shaped container of a red neon goo that, when heated, would bounce, break and mould with the rest of itself in a soothing tide. This thing, a ‘lava lamp,’ the human had called it, was so quaint, so trivial in it’s essential proposition and yet, Pyanfar found it amazing and could lose herself for hours at a time, gazing happily in the knowledge that there was no hidden motivation. Just a gentle ebb and flow.

She liked to flick her pointed ears lazily back and forth, pausing as her pendant pearl earring teetered and fell onto the other side. She removed her gold arm band and laid it down on the small surface, beside the room’s central control unit.

“Yes,” she sighed. “Time for some luxuriant tech…”

“Relaxing mist,” She almost whispered after activating the voice command system. And soon, a light blanket of mist rippled in anti-gravity relation with the roof. It was time now for a drink - “something to take the edge off” she enacted for herself. How fun it was to play! Perhaps she could allow herself another ridiculous human artefact she’d whisked away from the mistaken cargo collection in the hold. What had Tully called it? Ah yes, a ‘martini’ glass.

Despite its gaudy appearance, this vessel was actually very convenient for her tightly curled claws. The delicate glass stem sat nicely between her knuckles. She liked to let it droop before squeezing and arcing it back to equilibrium. But that awful transparent mixture with the green pellet - that was where the role play ended. 

Pyanfar poured herself a half strength rum and coke, swirling the glass as she went so as to flatten the cola to her liking. One led to seven, and quite soon, Pyanfar was feeling pure impulse. She ran her red gold mane up against the arm of her ottoman, pushed up and cleared the top of it, then slowly slid head first down the other side, coming to rest in a glorious pile beside the platinum claw shaped foot that glinted and mimicked her own. Pyanfar brought hers over it. “More mist…” She whispered.

“More mist!” She called out this time. “I love me a space room full of mist…”