#wind resistant

[innovapanel]

(via Disaster Resistant Housing with Innova Panels)

[beachbuddyanchor2022]

Beach Buddy Portable Sand Bag (Green)

Get this beach umbrella sand bag and resist the inconvenience while relaxing on the beach. These umbrella sand bag or weight prevent your umbrella from tumbling during windy days.

[c4tsc4pe]

FINALIZED BETA GODTIERS YAHOO

[iongenesis]

They blew up space Burger King cos they had no dips left.

This silly little joke drawing took like hours I got way too into it heh. >=P

[beansprean]

idk who needs this information, but Nandor flies, on average, at 37.37 mph (60.14 kmh).

showing my work

mans took off when his camera timer was at 2:15:00

(ty @memosminifridge for the above image lol) when he "reached space" (the weightlessness is not that abrupt but lets assume this was him passing the karman line) the timer was at 01:41:44, so it took him 1hr 39m 29s (1.6581 hrs) to get from the ground to space!

the moment where atmosphere becomes space (the karman line) is generally believed to be 62 miles (99.78 km) from sea level, and staten island is on average 161 ft above sea level. so he traveled 61.97 miles in 1.6581 hrs and using dis/time we get an avg speed of 37.37 mph (60.14 kmh)!

[dykedvonte]

A Defense of Benny Gecko

Benny is more of a capable leader and person than people give him credit for.

Seeing as no one challenged his position as head Chairmen for 7 years and even then he only loses the position if he’s caught, killed or forced to leave. Yes, it’s also likely House wouldn’t have allowed him to be killed but he sure as hell would of found a way to remove him if he was causing too much unrest within The Tops power structure. Even Swank and Tommy don’t outright dislike him and more so are concerned with his recent secretive and shady behavior, emphasis on recent.

Taking all we know into consideration, Benny likely knew the future direction that he wanted to take Vegas but was so caught up in the plans to acquire Vegas that he didn’t think of how to make his dream a reality. Something he admits to in canon. I see this being used as the main argument that Benny doesn’t know what he’s doing at all but I see it more in the same vein as you can’t really plan something from nothing. The transformation of Vegas is a sensitive thing that he can’t really work on until he has it. The only reason he ran to the Fort prematurely is the Courier who was causing so much of a stir he would’ve likely been found out much faster, making all that planning for nothing if he didn’t take that chance.

Benny is careful (well a lot more careful than he is regularly depicted in fanon), the Courier being able to trace him was dumb luck on their part and his hair being noticed at the Fort is a realistically small oversight that even Caesar is disappointed in because he admits Benny got farther than he should’ve been allowed by his legionaries. The fact he can plan an ambush on the Courier or tries to quickly and concisely clean up lose ends that don’t lead back to him shows he’s not just acting on impulses or in the moment decisions. Or rather he’s quite good at thinking them out, whether they work depends on how you play really. This is all to say it’s 100% believable that Benny could lead an independent Vegas (house was basically setting him up to do that). If he had known explicitly that House was setting him up to replace him, he likely would’ve bought more time by getting in closer, learning more of the system to then flip House’s edge to his favor. Again something he was doing already but likely without the knowledge of House’s feelings on him personally.

No matter what, Vegas’ future was tied to Benny; House’s plans for him, having to get the chip and if he had somehow succeeded. It’s also interesting that of all the people vying for control of the dam/Vegas, Benny’s plans are the only ones actually oriented towards a new future, not a recreation of something long past.

[thunderjackal]

*scuttles in and drops this at your door* jmart dnd au anyone??? anyone???

anyway trying to improve on backgrounds and I think this turned out really well as I haven't drawn a proper forest background before, its a little cluttered but alas.

alt w/o eye below the cut

[raycatz]

I'm not including a situation where someone might be injured because in that case I'm thinking the bed goes to them by default or they are nominated for it. anyone who wants to be chatty goes to join the living room floor gang.

What are your thoughts and headcanons? Do you have thoughts on how the boys tend to approach assigning beds in inns? Who do the chain choose to sleep near when camping and why? What are their dynamics like when settling down for the night and getting ready for the day?

In "Mirror Vs Open Closet Door: Fight!" by Gintrinsic (here) Four refers to the chain's decision on how to split up between inn rooms as the "Link-per-room ratio" which I find very funny. He, Sky, and Time also talk about their thought process behind why they do or don't want to sleep in a room with some of the others which I find fun and interesting.

So! If you have thoughts and want to share them! *gestures to the post!*

[giriduck]

Just noticed something about Link’s Island Lobster Shirt accessories in TotK: he’s wearing a bracelet! But not just any bracelet!

It’s a traditional sailors braided bracelet!

It’s said that these bracelets are for good luck, but it’s also a popular fashion choice in the sailing community—especially aboard tall ships.

These bracelets are one continuous knot that is tied directly onto one’s wrist or object of choice (it’s often used on the helm to indicate the top “king spoke” when the rudder is centered, and on railings or other surfaces to help seize in place other decorative nautical “fancywork”).

[alkalinefrog]

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From Chapter 21 of OTNWAS by @jjackfrost​!

Dude, it’s so much cooler with the voice acting, my friend did such a good job!! Here’s some of my favourite panels out of this part:

[cows1012]

i'll betcha i can run faster with no wind resistance!

[ahalliance]

hes obsessed with this bunker ohmy god . qetoiles battling the codes for months on end without any clear directive other than “i need to protect the eggs and my friends” and now just completely latching onto the Resistance as it’s the first real, concrete thing to come out of this . and he’s just turning around in circles, itching for the Resistance to answer him so they can set him off to do something again . he’ll go exploring in the meantime like he always used to but now that he’s been given a new purpose he’s not going to be letting go

[beachbuddyanchor2022]

Beach Buddy Blue Anchor Sand Bag

With a rope adjustment, you can decide the quantity of sand filling and lock the bag safely. It prevents sand spilling and ensures your safety. It has tear-resistant and marine-grade fabric manufacturing for added durability.

[skyward-floored]

I was wondering… Do you know of any fics where Wind has to put on the fierce deity mask to defend Time and himself?? I just had a thought of this happening. The rest of the boys are separated from wind and time and say Time is knocked out. Wind has no choice but to use the mask. The angst would be superior.

The boys would finally locate Wind and Time only to find the fierce deity has replaced wind.

Huh, you know I don’t think I’ve ever actually read a fic like that. It’s a great idea though! I’m sure somebody has done it (anybody know of any fics like this?)

Oh... well hey I just remembered I actually did write a whumptober once that involves Wind and Time and the FD (here), but Wind doesn’t put on the mask. The original idea for it was Wind putting on the mask though, and I still have the draft of it floating around I think... *rifling noises* Ah-hah, here you go! I’ll just put it here in case you wanna read it.

I also couldn’t resist neatening it up a little because it’s old and I’m a way better writer now

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...and items that can drive a man mad...

Wind stares down at the mask clutched tightly in his shaking hands, and looks up again at the scene around him.

There’s black blood and dead monsters everywhere, the result of Wind and Time’s teamwork. They’d managed to clear away what they thought was the last of them without a problem, and Wind had been proud they’d beaten them so soundly. Time had turned around to say something to him, a warm smile on his face, when a huge ball and chain crashed into his side, sending him flying and Wind shouting in panic.

Two of what Legend had once called ball and chain troopers had stalked out of the woods then, spinning those horrible weapons high.

Wind had narrowly managed to beat them, receiving a few injuries himself, but just as he was celebrating his victory and about to check on Time, he caught sight of a veritable horde of monsters charging toward him mounted on horses.

Wind’s heart had dropped straight to his shoes, and he panicked for a moment, unsure of what to do. Time hadn’t gotten up yet and he himself didn’t escape unscathed from the fight, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to handle another battle by himself, especially while protecting Time.

But then something caught his eye.

Time’s bag had been spilled onto the ground when he’d been hit, items littered all over the place that Wind had had to avoid while he fought the ball and chain troopers, but one item in particular was suddenly drawing his attention.

A mask, one that looks suspiciously like Time’s face stares up at him, blank wooden eyes feeling like they were drawing him in. Normally he wouldn’t dream of messing with Time’s stuff, but this was a bit of a special circumstance.

“Wind... Wind don’t...” a voice coughs behind him, and the sailor glances over at Time, a hand pressed to his side, blood running down a slice on his cheek. The old man’s face is pale, and he looks scared, in a way that’s so unlike him that Wind pauses.

“There’s got... there’s a better way...”

“No,” says Wind, a wave of determination going through him. “There isn’t another way. We’re alone and outmatched, and you can barely stand.”

He squares himself up and stares at the advancing horde, eyes firm.

“Sailor please... you don’t know... wh-what it does—”

“I do know actually,” Wind says with a hint of annoyance, “you’ve told me what it does: It grants the user power in battle, and we need that right now.” He flips the mask over, studying its lines. “I know it’s dangerous, but... but it’s a risk we have to take.”

If I don’t, we’re both dead.

Time says something else, but Wind ignores him, and quickly presses the mask to his face.

Pain explodes across his body, and Wind screams, dropping to his knees as something like a hurricane overtakes him. Time might yell, but his voice is lost in the storm crashing over Wind, changing his body, wrapping around him, warping him into something wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong it’s changing him it is him he’s—

Wind falls away and the Fierce Deity stands, pale eyes narrowed at the approaching horde.

They don’t stand a chance.

[rexscanonwife]

idk if someone's made this kind of post before, but draw your angstiest ships like this ☝️☝️☝️

[sunburnacoustic]

I saw [Grace Jones] on ‘Later... with Jools Holland’ and she did this wind machine thing where the wind lifted her dress up. I'm not sure it would be any benefit to our career if I did that though.

—Matt Bellamy, a coward | NME Awards, 2009