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nenayaquisieras · 1 month
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Simon has always been confused on why you gift him toys. Sure, most of the gifts you gave him were some of the things he liked. Bourbon, masks, gloves, make up for him to smudge his eyes with, some daggers and knives. Things that we're useful for him, just him. But later, you gifted him a toy airplane. He makes a comment about it, saying he is not a child anymore and you were better off giving it to Johnny instead.
"No, this is specifically for you, take it."
When he gets to him room, he walks toward his trash can, opening it with the tip of his boot. He gives one more look at the toy, his mood souring before throwing it into the trash. He goes on about his day, training, signing paper work, drills. Doing anything to ignore the pain stinging memories that the toy brought back. Emotions that were buried thousands of feet deep it could reach hell itself. Later, he lies awake in bed, staring at the ceiling, avoiding looking at the cylinder shape that's calling for him in his peripheral.
Fuck.
He pulls the covers off vigorously and stomps over to the trash can. He is standing over it like he's trying to intimidate it, as if it was an enemy he's trying to get rid of in battle. To anyone else, the scene would look comical.
He sighs to himself and reaches down to take out the toy he so cruelly threw away. He sets it on his desk and quickly walks toward his bed, facing away from his desk.
The next day, he wakes up feeling different. He swears he sees his room more vibrant, more lively. That energy follows him through out the day, having his other teammates notice his rather bright mood.
You catch him in the hallway. Pulling him aside to ask him about the paper work you left at his desk this morning. Of course, he notices the way you smile brightly, more so than usual. But he notices that you're not looking at him. More like looking at something next to him.
"What's got you so cheery?"
You turn to look up at him, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"I just..." You take a quick glance at the spot next to him, before bringing your eyes back upon his.
"I just hope you liked your gift." The same bright smile appearing on your face.
He stares at you, examining your words. Your expression.
You think you see his eyes crinkle a bit.
"Yea,"
"I liked it."
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puppyandmau · 1 year
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schfart · 25 days
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merrysithmas · 1 month
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i really like reading your thoughts on "girl"! i was just wondering what you think might happen after paul passes? do you think people will start to examine the relationship between them as something more than just songwriting partners? i mean nothing really changed when yoko said john was bisexual (and some fans still don't believe it!). in my wildest dreams, paul's estate will drop a posthumous tell all book and we'll be left with so many questions lol.    
John himself said he was queer several times - I remember watching an interview with him when he was saying being an artist in a capitalist world requires money and that if he wasn't famous he'd need to have married "a rich old lady or man" to be a songwriter.
He also said he hooked up with Brian in Spain (Yoko confirmed he told the press they did "do it" and she was seemingly applauding his bravery in saying so).
Lennon remarked that he was "afraid of the fag in him" which made him act on his anger and set off his worst most fearsome temper explosions.
Also I think there was a few "tell alls" where past friends reported that he was open about his queerness & confirmed hooking up with Brian in frustration.
May Pang wrote that he told her he considered (lol) an affair with Paul. He spent two years in gay clubs in LA.
Yoko also confirmed he was bi (as far she she knew, maybe later on had he not been murdered he'd have identified as gay or pan).
Elton John said he and Lennon did "naughty" things together and laughed about said things with Sean, his godson. Julian Lennon did an interview where he said he "agreed" that John and Paul were in love during the Get Back film period.
Lennon also contributed a first-person poem the First Gay Liberation book.
Those are just the examples I can think of off the top of my head. He also seems to have had a relationship of some kind with Stu (conjecture) and an obvious-departed-from-platonic dynamic with Paul which is easily, easily an emotionally romantic affair at least (which isn't the half of it).
Anyone who denies his queerness does a great disservice to his memory & the incredible poignancy of his songs in this context during his time period. Artists have been reworking the lyrics and wording of their queer songs to appeal to an unaccepting general audience for commerciality FOREVER and to assume this was not done by Lennon, who is "confirmed" queer (if you needed to hear it from Yoko for it to be true to you) is truly delusion.
I think after Paul has left us people will feel more comfortable analyzing their relationship in a queer sense and I do think at some point it has likely been engineered that something to that effect will be officially announced or endorsed in some regard by their Estates (to generate continued moneymaking lol and interest and enigma). I feel like that's something that could happen, reasonably, after Yoko is gone and her hold on the Lennon narrative is diluted into Sean's POV & the McCartney family has the freedom to speculate or give their personal feelings on the life of their beloved father in retrospect. There's also the chance Paul could say something or leave something to that effect before he leaves us.
I feel like Paul would never say anything otherwise because John never got to endorse any release of their personal history before his tragic and senseless murder in a time period where being gay was still treated with such bigotry and cruelty (the 80s). I feel like Paul's great respect for Jane Asher and their relationship is a testament to this because he has never spoken about their relationship out of respect for her - for the exact reason that she has never spoke publically about it herself.
Paul is a pragmatic and private person and I feel like he knows the majority of the ignorant world isn't ready to hear the biggest band in human history was founded on teenaged homoromantic affection/gay love. But maybe one day, it will be.
This is speculation on my part but Paul also probably doesn't want Yoko to know anything because either she is willfully ignorant or John truly wasn't honest with her and Paul feels it's something she doesn't deserve to know - especially if it's something John kept private & only between he and Paul. It's something he always has that's over and beyond what Yoko and John had & he seems to treasure those specific things no matter what they are. Obviously... Paul still doesn't care for Yoko and he is probably extremely fatigued of the fact that she has been the managing agent & author of John's estate for 40 years (when in the late 70s she and John seemed on unsteady terms as per other parties) and then treated Julian with such disregard. Sean on the other hand seems to have grown to love Paul, but we'll see lol.
I also feel like Paul probably has a few "surprises" for Beatles fans lined up for after he and Ringo are gone - he just seems like that kind of person and wants the Beatles to continue on in great esteem for many many years to come.
thank you for your ask!!
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quizzyisdone · 1 year
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It Will Come Back Part III | Fem! Reader x Ghost
Chapter Title: Spillways Word Count: 3.5k Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem! Reader Synopsis: After Ghost left you in the dead of night feeling torn and hurt, Soap comes to check up on you on the orders of the man you least expect. However, it comes to the Captain's attention that Ghost had taken the fall for you and he begins to suspect something even more has taken place. Warnings: Mentions of Ghost's past (see link), strong language, mentions of physical assault to the reader, canon-typical violence, Ghost is mean sometimes
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** Title inspired by Spillways by Ghost
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You keep a casket buried deep within You try to mask it, but fall back in sin You want to shake it off, but you are stuck inside
When stripped of rags of skin and spine Human decay, Corpus dei Terminally dispelled
Thirty minutes had passed as you sat on the floor in complete shock, the impact from when Ghost pushed you aching even worse than the wound he had so gently tended just a little while ago. The sudden transition from that heated passion to complete rage left you confused, hurt, and most of all, ashamed. Ashamed that you were so inappropriate with your superior, that you would even consider the possibility of something more intimate with him. But most of all, he'd most likely never speak to you again after this.
Sobs racked from your body as you shook on the floor and without any regard that someone might hear you, you practically wailed, for what felt like hours but was probably only a few minutes. After everything that had happened tonight, screwing up the mission, Ghost taking the fall for you, bringing you close for but a moment and then him leaving you on the floor like this.
You were hardly an emotional person, but everything hit you at once. Failure, disgust, fear, and a sort of righteous anger boiled within you as you tried to get yourself off the bathroom floor. You were shaking, the events happening so quickly you’d felt as though you’d been left with whiplash.  
Looking in the mirror, your eyes were red, puffy, looking absolutely pathetic as you sniffled. Wiping your face of tears, you stripped, opting to go to bed naked, too tired to change into anything else or to even shower. Modesty in case of emergency was hardly something you were concerned about at the moment.
Climbing into bed, even though you were no longer sobbing or shaking, tears still continued to stream down. You tucked the blanket up to your chin, wondering why he’d do such a thing as exhaustion began to overcome you and you succumbed to sleep.
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Sunlight gleamed through the small slot they called a window, irritatingly casting a bright glow onto just your eyes as you grumbled. The captain was right, you did have one hell of a headache. You turned over in hopes of catching more sleep. You didn’t want to face today. No. Not after last night.
Your hopes were crushed in one fell swoop as a soft knock could be heard on the door.
“Y/N, you in there?” A low, but soft Scottish accent said from behind the door. Soap.
“Go away, MacTavish.” You groaned, but he ignored your request, quietly opening and closing the door, a far cry from what Ghost’s slamming and screaming last night. He found you with half your face buried into the blanket, your eyes puffy and your cheeks still red. Pity that agitated you creeped onto his face. He knew you cried yourself to sleep.
Embarrassing.
“Hey.” He gave a weak smile. “What’s wrong?”
“Go away, I’m naked.” You rasped, the veil of sleep still ingrained in your voice. He chuckled as a slight blush rose onto his cheeks and he averted his eyes almost immediately. 
“Put a fuckin’ shirt on then, dude.” Soap giggled, like a little schoolboy as he tossed you a random shirt he found on the floor to you. “I won’t look.”
You grumbled in acknowledgement as he turned away and you haphazardly sat up and put the t-shirt on for modesty’s sake. 
“You’re good.”
He turned to face you again, and the blush had gone away but that pity from earlier still lingered, frustratingly so. 
“So, we’ll try this again.” Soap sighed. “What's wrong?”
“Don’t wanna talk ‘bout it. Just a rough op.”  You grumbled, almost incoherently, and he chuckled as he sat on the edge of the bed, giving you a friendly squeeze on your knee from under the covers.
“I heard, but ye don’t have to talk ‘bout it.” Soap knew better than to push and you were thankful for that, knowing that Price or Gaz would’ve kept badgering at you until you finally told them. But something in his eyes clued you into the fact that he knew it was something far more than a failed mission. “You alright?”
“Yeah.” You replied dismissively, hoping to end this conversation as soon as possible. He accepted your answer, although the shake of his head indicated that he knew you were not alright. But anyone with half a brain could see that.
“Mkay. Ghost wanted me to check on you. He heard you last night.” He said so nonchalantly as you did a double take.
“W-Wh-” You stuttered. “Why would he want to check on me?” Hostility entered your tone as you glared at Soap, absolute venom dripping from your voice in reference to Ghost. “And why wouldn’t he do it himself?”
“Yer part of his team?” He raised an eyebrow, knowing better than to reciprocate the sudden shift in energy that you gave him. “ ‘Course he would. But these things aren’t really his strong suit, you know that.”
He said it so matter-of-factly that it irked you, as if it was obvious that Ghost cared about anyone or even himself for that matter. 
Seeing the disbelief on your face, he reassured you. “Man’s not a sociopath.”
“Contrary to popular belief.” You chuckled cruelly to yourself. Immediately, however, you felt regret at such a harsh statement. It was, even in your heightened emotional state, an unfair, unworthy, and dishonest assessment of Ghost. 
“Let me put it this way,” Soap rolled his eyes, glaring at you like you were full of shit, clearly annoyed at your harsh characterization of the lieutenant.  “LT cares ‘bout you enough to save yer arse.”
“So? Price ordered him to rescue me at the safehouse.” 
“He would’ve saved you no matter what Price said.” His tone was serious and curt, a far cry from the loud, wise-cracking soldier he was. The kindness from before was gone. “ But Price didn’t order him to take the blame for your fuck up.”
“How the-?” You started, but he quickly cut you off. His patience had quickly waned at your impudence towards his friend, but he remained calm.
“I’ve known him personally for a good bit of time,” He started, sighing as he rubbed his forehead. “And by reputation far, far longer than you have. I don’t know exactly what happened, but it’s not like Ghost to violently murder a VIP out of anger. He’s not that emotional, especially not on your behalf. But it is like you to do that.”
You stayed silent, chewing on your bottom lip, too stunned to really say anything else. You hadn’t pegged Soap to be such an astute observer of character, but it was scary how accurate he was. He was right, it was not at all like Ghost to do that. He was always professional with a mission first mindset, whereas you were highly emotional, sometimes to the detriment of the mission. 
“I don’t know what happened, but just pull it together, mkay?” Soap pursed his lips, his lost patience from before had returned as he saw your contemplative, pained expression. His resolve to be angry at you dissipated when he saw the hurt in your eyes. He knew it was something deeper.
“Analysts used the map to find a lead, so it doesn’t matter what happened anyway. So maybe you didn’t cock it up that bad.” He teased as he punched your arm, and you gave him a sheepish smile, skirting around the actual issue. He stood up, taking a deep breath as he walked to your door. “Price wants us for a debrief in a few hours so put yer pants on and get something to eat with us.”
“Can’t wait to fuck this one up too.” You chuckled dry as Soap shook his head, smiling as he rolled his eyes.
“You won’t.” He said reassuringly, his head peeped around from the corner, before he disappeared. He had shut your door much more gently than Ghost had the night prior.
When Soap had left, you managed to get yourself out of bed. As you trudged your body to the sink, your thoughts wandered back to last night as you felt a sharp pain in your lower back. Looking backwards in the mirror, you stripped the shirt from earlier, only to find a large, black and purple bruise formed on the site of impact where Ghost had thrown you like a ragdoll.  
“Fuckin’ Christ.” You muttered as your hand gingerly grazed over the affected area. Your head was throbbing with every sharp breath you took.
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Getting ready was a surreal, mundane blur. One of you hardly cared to remember.
As you made your way into the mess hall, you became acutely aware of the stares of fellow 141 members passing by you in the cramped hallway, glancing their heads toward you in either confusion or sympathy and quickly turning away to go about their business. A blush rose to your cheeks as you avoided their stares. 
Everyone heard you crying last night.
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You made your way to your normal spot with Gaz, Soap, and unfortunately, the man himself, Ghost, already seated at the table. As per usual, the masked man was sat tucked in between the corner at the far reaches of the room, with Gaz sat across from him and Soap one seat down from him.
He caught your lingering gaze while you were walking towards the table, but unusually yet unsurprisingly, he immediately stared down towards his tray, which was only occupied with a mere dry yeast roll, a bottle of water, and a cup of fruit. Normally, Ghost’s plate would be filled to the brim to sustain his large, imposing figure. 
You sat at the table, nodding and muttering a small hello to only Soap and Gaz.
“You need to eat, sergeant. Go get something.” Ghost muttered after some time of awkward silence, rather hypocritically too -- as if his own plate wasn’t meager in terms of sustenance. 
“Not hungry.” You mumbled and you could almost feel his eyes rolling. Why the fuck does he care anyway?
“Hey.” Gaz smiled softly towards you, lightly jabbing your shoulder. “You okay?”
“Yeah, just some bad dreams last night.” You lied while Ghost stole a judgemental glance that you almost didn’t catch. “Kept me up.”
“That bad, huh?” Gaz chuckled.
“Yeah, we do some fucked up things. You’re telling me that shit doesn’t haunt you?” You raised your eyebrows, ardently avoiding the gaze of Ghost as silence ensued. The tension was thick, and with Ghost seemingly about to lose it any moment, either man was too afraid to answer truthfully, and Soap too uneasy to comment on what he knew. “Well?”
“It shouldn’t.” Ghost said harshly, staring at nothing in particular. “You’re a soldier. You get the job done right and you don’t think too hard about it.”
Surprised at his interjection, you finally mustered the courage to look him in the eyes. His gaze was set harshly towards you, his brows furrowed and as he gripped his pathetic yeast roll for dear life. 
“Fuck off.” You spat. Ghost thought for a moment, before slamming his fists down onto the table, looking at you with that same pitiless, inhumane stare and using strength not unlike the type he used to shove you into a wall last night as you flinched.
“Bloody hell, you need to get it together.” He shook his head and his voice was low but nonetheless imperious as was so typical of the man. “Keep it professional.”
“You first.” You did not lower your voice as he did, instead raising it. You cocked one eyebrow as you stared back defiantly. If Ghost was shocked at your brash statement which implicated both of your indiscretions from the night prior, he didn’t show it. Instead, with a grunt, he abruptly rose from the table, the force of it pushing it backwards and into both you and Gaz.
Soap and Gaz remained stunned for a moment, with Soap’s mouth slightly agape and you feigned disinterest at the encounter. Looking over next to you, you noticed what would’ve been a comical expression on Soap’s were it not for the present situation.
You huffed in annoyance. “Close your mouth, MacTavish. You’ll attract bugs.” While you played cool with your demeanour, your shaky tone gave away your rising anger and annoyance.  
“What the fuck happened between you two?” Gaz asked, the look of bewilderment almost equal to that of Soap’s.
“N-nothing.” You stuttered. “Leave it at that.”
“Obviously it was something if you’re screaming and he’s pushing tables.” He argued. “We’re a fucking team and you two can’t be acting like this. So what the fuck happened?” His bewilderment had turned into exasperation that bordered on outright indignation.
“Stop acting like you’re the boss, Garrick. You don’t need to know-”
“Gaz isn’t.” An authoritative, deep cockney accent interrupted you. You turned around, knowing already who it was behind you as you felt your stomach drop. Price. “But I am. So you best tell me what the hell is going on between the two of you.”
You went quiet for a moment, and as you opened your mouth to speak, he interrupted you again.
“The truth, sergeant. Don’t lie to me.” 
You sighed. “I killed the VIP. Not Ghost.”
Price closed his eyes, attempting to compose himself and mask the disappointment that was already oh so obvious to you. 
“And he took the blame for you.” You felt your stomach churn as you could practically see the cogs turning in his head as Price carefully chose his next words. “So he’s bitter.”
“Are you angry or disappointed?” You mumbled, taking great care to avoid looking at him.
“Both.” He said curtly, you almost wish he would’ve said just disappointed. That you could handle, but not his ire. 
“That makes two of us.” That same feeling of shame began to rear its ugly head. You know you fucked up, and now so does your commander, the man who you looked up to.  
“I punished your teammate for something you did.” He said lowly, careful to keep his voice composed. “It should.”
Price let an awkward, tense silence fill the air. You glanced around the room, luckily the outburst didn’t seem to attract any attention, but the embarrassment from being reprimanded from the captain in front of Gaz and Soap was a feeling that would never leave you.
“You’re lucky I don’t throw you off this op or take you off the taskforce for breach of conduct.” Price crossed his arms, rubbing his forehead.
“Why don’t you?”
“We still need you. But you’re on thin fucking ice, sergeant. You understand?” His brow furrowed, almost as if he was hurt by your actions. You nodded. “Debrief in two hours and mission’s in three. I don’t want to see your face until then.”
“Yes, sir.” You rose from the table, heading back to your quarters.
“One more thing, sergeant.” 
“Yes, sir?” You turned around to face Price, ignoring the stares of Soap and Gaz whose cheeks were flushed with secondhand embarrassment.
“Anything else you need to tell me?” His critical eyes burned into you as you thought of fessing up to both you and Ghost’s indiscretions of the night previous, the true reason for the sudden shift in the dynamic between the two of you.
“No, sir.” You answered, electing to not to be dishonourably discharged for fraternization today.
His normally warm, kind blue eyes turned into an icy stare, as if he knew there was something more. Price opted not to push any further, however, much to your relief.
“Fine. Dismissed.”
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When you finally made it back to your quarters, you slumped onto your bed, fighting the urge to scream, cry, or do anything that was otherwise emotional. You had to get a reign in on your feelings. 
You laughed a little to yourself, wondering how the hell you even ended up in this situation in the first place, how in the ever living fuck could Ghost, after months of barely acknowledging your existence and you returning the favor, could end up with this histrionic shift in dynamic over the course of just a few days.
You shook the thought from your mind, attempting to clear your head to prepare yourself for the briefing. It’d no doubt be awkward, but you trusted your team not to make any scene of it. Mostly everyone, at least. You took off your shirt, leaving you clad in nothing but a bra and some pants, going to turn on the shower. 
As soon as you turned on the shower, you heard a knock on the door. You grumbled, no one could leave you the fuck alone anymore. You strided to the door, your footsteps loud and unmistakably frustrated with the constant interruption of your precious alone time. You cracked open the door and poked your head through, finding yourself facing straight at a large figure donned in tactical gear. You looked up to find Ghost’s signature skull masks and dead eyes staring at you.
“What?” In spite of yourself, you were mindful to watch your tone and keep a straight face -- anything to betray how you truly felt, if only for the sake of tracking down Makarov. 
Ghost didn’t answer, instead barging his way through the room and shutting the door harshly behind him. You almost lost your composure again at such a simple, callous disregard for privacy.
“LT what the fuck?” You said, covering your midriff, if to preserve some sense of the propriety between the two of you.
“Calm down, it’s not like I’ve never seen that part of you before.” He said so nonchalantly, ignoring your half naked form. 
“Before or after you threw me into a fucking bathroom sink?” You spat back. You turned your back to him while he went to sit down on the bed opposite of yours. You rummaged through the multitude of clothes scattered on the floor in hopes of finding a clean shirt. “What the hell do you want, Ghost?” You asked, irritation creeping into your tone.
“To make things better between us.” He said simply. “For the mission.” 
“You screamed, pushed me, screamed at me again this morning and then shoved a table. Now you want to apologize?” You scoffed. “Jesus Christ, your mood swings are giving me whiplash.”
“Fuck me,” He muttered, just loud enough so you could hear it. “I’m sorry, is that what you want me to say?” He said, this time louder, a tone just below yelling. You didn’t say anything in response, your back still turned to him.
“The bruise on your back.” Ghost said simply, his voice lowering. He shifted to lean forward, glaring at the grotesque, hideous purplish black markings he could only assume that he was responsible for inflicting. His gloved hand ghosted over the bruises, and the acute awareness of his palm overcame you. “Did I do that?”
You turned around, backing away from his touch and preparing yourself for yet another argument with the lieutenant, but you were caught off guard when you saw the look in his eyes had softened into that of what could be mistaken for pity or even remorse. 
You pursed your lips. “Yeah.”
“Fuckin’ hell.” He mumbled. For once he seemed at a loss for words. “I didn’t mean to hurt ya.”
“Well, you did. Hurt like a motherfucker.” You sat on the bed, his figure directly across from yours. The anger and hurt had almost dissipated in the moment. An unusual feeling of calm came into the room and you almost relaxed, as if you weren’t bearing the marks of his ire on your back. “Why’d you do that to me?” You sighed, pouting like a child.
Ghost thought for a moment. “Remember when you lost your shit last night? You did it because he hurt you, made you feel helpless, yeah?”
Gingerly, you nodded.
“That’s why I did that.” He took a keen interest in his hands, fiddling with the material on his gloves, almost nervously. Now it appeared that instead of Ghost or LT, he was simply Simon, at least in the moment. The mystique that had built his reputation faded and left behind just a simple man, not some paranormal super soldier who seemed capable of the impossible. 
“But I didn’t hurt you or make you feel-” You began to ramble, but Ghost was sure to put a quick stop to it.
“No. You didn’t. But someone else did. A long time ago.”
“I’m sor-”
“Don’t apologize for things that aren’t your fault, sergeant.” He said gruffly, his authoritative tone returning. The man Simon was gone, and thus returned the persona of Ghost. “It was a long time ago. I don’t like talking about it. It goes without saying that this stays between us, yeah?” 
“Yeah.” You smiled weakly. “I wouldn’t tell anyone.”
“I mean it.” His eyes burnt once more into you. You swallowed, nodding in understanding at the implications of what he just said. 
He hurt you because someone had irrevocably and violently assaulted him before.
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iphigeniacomplex · 1 month
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im basically always dragging around this uhh achingly beautiful concert grand piano with a tarp over it just in case i happen upon a freestyle battle where they need someone to play heart and soul by hoagy carmichael (easy piano version) as a background beat. not allowed into most buildings anymore due to the size of the piano which ive begun to view as physically inseparable from myself (like as in if the piano were dented my own skin would bruise too type of thing) but im learning so much about the world standing outside with my fuckoff piano and the tarp so its sort of ups and downs you get it. tarp's yellow.
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shinmiyovvi · 10 months
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As promised, here's our new main oc I haven't given him a name and nationality yet so I let his Ultimis wear his casual in the meantime. I also didn't color him :>
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petwifed · 2 months
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gonna marry him & propose with a cock ring
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mwebber · 1 year
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2000 words in and maybe a quarter of the way through the outline i wrote. these boys are Exhausting i need them to stop having emotional revelations / using sex as a microcosm to explore their ever-changing relationship dynamics
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How To Choose The Right Ladder
When you are working at a certain height, a ladder is the most important thing you should think about as it is your foundation. Choosing the right ladder for the work will ensure the safety of you and the crew on the site. Height must be the first consideration when choosing an aluminum ladder, but you should also pay attention to the type of material used and its rating.
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There were 724,000 injuries reported on the site related to the ladder in the year 2010. Ladder safety and training must be enforced on the worksite in order to maintain crew safety.
Choosing The Right Type & Size Of Ladder
While considering whether a ladder can support your weight or not, don’t forget to add the weight of the tools and equipment you will be hauling up there with you. Always check the instructions to determine the maximum working range of each product. For example, a 17-foot aluminum ladder has an approximate standing level of 14 feet.
The top material choices for industrial ladders are aluminum and fiberglass. Aluminum ladders are light in weight so they can be carried very easily. Aluminum ladders can be hazardous near electrical equipment or wire so fiberglass is a better option here.
Light-duty household: 90 kg
Medium-duty commercial: 100 kg
Heavy-duty industrial: 120 kg
Extra-heavy-duty: 135 kg
Super-heavy-duty: 150 kg 
Ladder Safety Guide
There are some safety tips, you should keep in mind while working on a ladder
Do not go over-reach when working on a ladder. Come down and move it and be sure to use the right ladder for the work.
Always maintain three points of contact while working on a ladder; usually, both hands and one foot when climbing up and down, and two feet and one hand when working on site.
Always stay two steps down from the top of a step ladder. With an extension ladders, stay four rungs down from the top. The top of your ladder should reach three ft. past the top of your working surface.
Ladders should always maintain a 75 ½ degree angle to the ground surface. The base of the ladder should be 1 ft. away from the job site.
When working with portable or extension ladders, make sure that a minimum of 1 m extends above the platform and always tie off the top at support points.
Working above 3 meters requires workers to wear safety belts or harnesses.
Regularly inspect your ladder for any wear and tear and repair if necessary.
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shreemahalaxmisteel · 13 days
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Maximizing Space and Safety: A Look at Modern Medium Duty Racks Systems
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In today's world, storage is king. Warehouses, workshops, and retail spaces are constantly battling the challenge of maximizing their usable square footage. This is where medium duty rack systems come in. Offering a perfect balance between capacity and footprint, these innovative storage solutions are a game-changer for businesses of all sizes.
What are Medium Duty Racks?
Medium duty rack systems are designed to store a wide range of products, typically weighing between 250 and 1500 kilograms per shelf. They are constructed from high-strength steel components, making them robust and reliable. Unlike Heavy Duty Pallet Rack, medium duty systems are often modular and easier to assemble, allowing for greater flexibility in configuration.
Benefits of Modern Medium Duty Racks
Space Optimization: Modern medium duty racks excel at maximizing vertical space. By utilizing shelving that goes up to the ceiling, businesses can significantly increase their storage capacity without expanding their physical footprint.
Improved Organization: These systems offer a well-defined storage layout, promoting efficient inventory management. Easy access to individual items translates to faster picking times and overall improved operational efficiency.
Enhanced Safety: Modern medium duty rack systems prioritize safety. Features like integrated safety pins, shelf lips, and proper weight distribution prevent accidental tipping or product shifting. Additionally, many Medium Duty Racks Manufacturers offer seismic bracing options for areas prone to earthquakes.
Versatility: Medium duty racks are incredibly versatile and can be adapted to various storage needs. They come in a variety of configurations, including:
Selective Pallet Racking: The most common type, offering easy access to individual pallets on multiple levels.
Bulk Storage Racks: Ideal for storing large quantities of similar items in boxes or totes.
Cantilever Racks: Perfect for storing long items like pipes, lumber, or furniture.
Cost-Effective: Compared to heavier duty pallet racking, medium duty systems are a more cost-effective solution for businesses that don't require storage for extremely heavy loads.
Features of Modern Medium Duty Racks
Modern medium duty rack systems come equipped with various features that enhance their functionality and safety:
Adjustable Beams: Beams can be adjusted vertically to accommodate items of different heights, maximizing storage flexibility.
Wire Decks or Solid Shelves: Choose between wire decks for better airflow and visibility or solid shelves for complete item support.
Safety Pins: These pins secure beams to uprights, preventing accidental dislodgement.
Row Spacers: These prevent accidental pallet overhang, ensuring safe aisle clearance.
Labeling Options: Utilize integrated label holders to easily identify stored items, facilitating efficient inventory management.
Choosing the Right Medium Duty Rack System
Selecting the perfect medium duty rack system for your needs requires careful consideration of several factors:
Weight Capacity: Determine the average weight of your heaviest stored items. Choose a system with a weight capacity exceeding your maximum anticipated load.
Product Size and Shape: Consider the dimensions and shapes of your inventory. Will they require standard shelving, specialized bays for bulky items, or cantilever arms?
Accessibility Needs: How frequently will you need to access specific items? Selective pallet racking offers the most flexibility, while bulk storage might be appropriate for less frequently accessed inventory.
Space Constraints: Measure your available space and choose a rack system that optimizes vertical space utilization without compromising aisle width for efficient movement.
Applications of Medium Duty Racks
Medium duty rack systems are incredibly versatile and can be used in various applications, including:
Warehouses and Distribution Centers
Retail Stores
Manufacturing Facilities
Auto Parts Stores
Office Environments (for files and records)
Shree Mahalaxmi Steel Industries: Leading the Way in Storage Solutions
Shree Mahalaxmi Steel Industries, a leading Slotted Angle Storage Racks Manufacturer in Delhi, offers a comprehensive range of high-quality medium duty rack systems. Their team of experts can assist you in designing a customized storage solution that perfectly aligns with your warehouse layout, inventory needs, and budget.
Conclusion
Modern medium duty rack systems offer a compelling solution for businesses seeking to maximize storage space and prioritize safety. By providing increased capacity, improved organization, and enhanced accessibility, these systems can significantly streamline your operations and contribute to your long-term success. If you're looking to optimize your storage space and operations, consider investing in a medium duty rack system from a reputable Heavy Duty Slotted Angle Rack Manufacturer like Shree Mahalaxmi Steel Industries. Their expertise and commitment to quality can help you create a safe and efficient storage solution tailored to your specific needs.
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