engine takes to the water

anonymous asked:

how the fuck do you even build an emf meter what kind of brain does it take to make something that advanced? and it works too, shit. it's been 12 years and i still can't get over that fucking meter because without youtube tutorials or whatever it is kids use these days, probably without a computer at all he just figured it out. damn. maybe form books he's never read. probably

I have no fuckin idea dude. I was on the robotics team in high school and we had shitloads of help from a bunch of professional engineers, and that was just making robots with basic sensory cameras that could kick a ball…

I mean, he built it out of a fucking Walkman. You know how many parts and factory functions a Walkman has that can be used for measuring environmental information and outputting that data in a usable fashion? Basically none.

Some people just take to this engineering/programming shit like fish to water. They just get it somehow. I bet Dean is one of them. He just doesn’t happen to really need computers for his life’s work so he isn’t putting it to any disciplined use. You know, the kind of person that’s a genius at shit to the point where they have so many talents that some of them just have to fall by the wayside in terms of developing potential.

I mean. Look at this. Look at this definition of EMF from the official website:

Electromagnetic field meters (also called EMF detectors). Meters that measure the derivative (rate of change) of the surrounding magnetic field; thus, these meters are sensitive to changing magnetic fields (fields with a frequency above 0 hertz). Most EMF meters are most sensitive to frequencies of about 30-10,000 hertz, while some have a wider response. Paranormal investigators and ghost hunters use EMF meters while conducting investigations. Unusual activity in the form of high readings on these meters signifies that there is some type of paranormal activity, such as the presence of a ghost or other supernatural creature.

Forget just the programming and engineering. This is actual, hard science. Dean knows enough about fucking magnetic fields to create devices that not only measure them but that are tuned to tell the difference between regular and supernatural occurrences. He’s clearly created prototypes and gone through testing to figure out what works and what doesn’t. It doesn’t just beep when it hits a certain level, he has a sliding scale that he can use for analysis.

This means that this isn’t just about “Dean being good with his hands” like people dismissively claim, Dean is a regular Science Man™. Dean’s superior ability for pattern recognition isn’t some kind of one-use talent, it’s evident of an analytical mind that can put together abstract data with ease.

Maybe it doesn’t sound like a huge deal at first, but you’re right that Dean had no formal education in this crap. High schools don’t teach this. Average kids don’t just figure this shit out on their own no matter how many books they have at their disposal, and I’m willing to bet Dean didn’t have any kind of mentor in the field. An EMF meter is not a baby’s first. Like… At all.

Hell, the wiki says he’s still using that thing all the way up in S7. Shit wasn’t a cute little science project, it was built to last, not just in how sturdy it’s built but in how accurate it is. You would usually expect things built by characters back in S1 to be completely obsolete by S7, but that’s not the case here. It’s just that good.

It’s also proof that we aren’t blowing smoke. If something happens in the first season and is never mentioned again, it might be dismissible, but when it’s still brought back 7 seasons later what you have is authorial intent.

[Korrasami] Theory of Operation

Original Prompt: “Korra getting lessons in engineering so that she understands Asami’s work, and hopefully impress her.”

Notes: For @the-fragile-knight​. I can’t figure out how the reply option works on Tumblr, so here you goooo. Shoutout to @anonymousclone for the abstract algebra bits.

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Having a genius as the love of your life is pretty great, most of the time. But sometimes Korra wished she could understand what Asami was saying.

“I really think hydropower is the most reliable and cost-efficient energy source available to us right now,” Asami said, as she rolled open her blueprints. “I mean, employing firebenders to power electrical engines is great, but—if you have an automated device that combines the rapid response load-following and balancing capabilities of hydroelectricity generation, as well as its peaking capacity and power quality, plus the accessibility of combustion energy, hydropower can surpass coal power plants in no time.” Asami beamed at Korra. “An invention like that would be a game-changer.”

“Uh-huh,” Korra replied.

Asami blushed. “Sorry, this is boring, isn’t it?”

“No, no, it’s not. Uh, I really like the part about—planting. Powerful planting. That sounds really interesting.”

Korra knew she had said the wrong thing when Asami smiled kindly instead of lighting up in excitement.

“Why don’t we go over what the the president wanted for the Republic City Aquatic Center?” Asami asked.

“Yeah,” Korra said, secretly grateful, because it involved repositioning spirit vines—something Korra understood—instead of this newfangled thing known as engineering

“Why don’t you just try to—I dunno, learn it?” Bolin asked her, when they were getting drinks at Swamp Munches the next day. “Like, pick up a book from the Central Library—”

Korra shot him an irritated look. “I did. But they had all these—letters. Mixed in with weird symbols. And I couldn’t read any of it, even though the librarian swore the book wasn’t written in a foreign language.”

“What about metal benders?”

Korra threw her hands up. “I mean. I asked Chief Beifong if she knew what Asami meant by ‘hydrodynamic stability,’ and she looked at me like I was possessed.”

Which was a legitimate concern, given Korra’s line of work.

“I don’t think metal benders know anything more about this ‘engineering’ than we do,” Korra concluded.

“Huh.” Bolin tapped his chin. “Well then. There’s only one way out of this, isn’t it?”


“Consult the only other guy we know who understands this—” he made jazz hands, “—engineering.”

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Kick some ass


Word Count: 1.9k

Pairing: MOC!Dean x Reader 

Characters: Dean, Sam, Death (and of course the reader)

Warnings: Lil’ bit of angst, tiny bit of violence, platonic Sam-fluff, swearing, pregnancy

Summary: Sam and the reader find Dean who summoned Death to send him away. What happens when Dean has to make a decision about whether or not he should kill his brother. Will he be able to protect the reader and his unborn child? Does the reader have a say in all of this?

A/N: Heya everyone! I’m back with the fourth part of “We can fix this”. I’m so freaking proud that I wrote this one in time and I enjoyed writing this part a lot! Thank you guys for reading, liking and reblogging my stuff! You make me so so happy!! Have fun with this chapter and lets see if I can pull another one out my sleeve for you…Feedback is highly appreciated guys! Lots of love xx

Catch up here: Part 1  Part 2  Part 3

Where we left off:

“Look, Sam… Yes I am pregnant I’m very aware of that but if there is one thing I sure as fuck will not do, it is to sit around while waiting for you to miraculously save my baby daddy, got it? So get in the damn car.” I spoke with a strong voice as I sat in the driver’s seat.

The engine roared as Sam sat shotgun. He didn’t even try to resist me.

Y/N on her period was bad but a pregnant Y/N was ten times worse and he was not about to start a war he would lose.

My mood changed from being afraid to being unyielding and tough. I was not about to let that green eyed idjit sacrifice himself because he thought he had to protect me.

The younger Winchester and I drove silently to the destination Dean had asked Sammy to come to. The drive was longer than I expected. Neither of us tried to break the silence, both he and I drifted away into our own thoughts.

Dozens of questions popped up in my head.

What was Dean trying to do? What was his plan? Obviously, he could not kill himself since that would turn him into a demon again. What other option was there?

Whatever he was planning on doing, I would do everything to stop him. The Winchesters had a tendency to sacrifice themselves but I had enough of that.

This had to stop once and for all.

By disappearing, Dean would not do our unborn child any good. A baby needs its father no matter what. He had known life with a father who was not present all the time. How could he believe that he was acting the right way?

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Eisbrecher (Icebreaker) Stettin :)

A friend and I went to Cuxhaven on this ship (^-^)
It was a great idea to take this ship instead of the usual ones :3
It was a bit more expensive but to an engineer and kind of technology Otaku this was just so much fun :3
Especially because you could see the steam engine running and on old ships like this one most things that move are visible like the steering cables running to the rudder, the gears of the winches, the linkage for the oil pump, etc. :3

Steam engines like this one are quite fascinating as they take advantage of water steams properties to increase efficiency by using differently sized pistons and rather than feeding all the cylinders from one line the steam is fed successively through all the cylinders :)
This way you can optimise the first cylinder for fresh steam off of the boilers, the second one for the used steam of the first cylinder and so one leaving a fairly cooled down and low energy steam to escape the system and really using most of the energy within the steam :3

Seeing the engine run is fascinating :3

Since back when the ship was built electric motors were kind of soso for most applications they used small and tiny steam engines to run all he auxiliary things like the winches articulation for the air intakes and pumps :D
This ship is basically a steampunk fans dream :D

I don’t think I’d want to feed the boiler furnaces though (^-^;)
The guys doing this were quite busy and it seemed like a very exhausting job (^-^;)
<=Not that I mind hard work but it seemed awfully dull to me (^-^;)
I felt very happy that they seemed to like their work though :)

The ships hull is a steel plate and rivet construction which looks kind of nice :)

I was very happy throughout the trip and had a lot of fun that day (o^-^o)
I’m quite thankful and happy my friend (who’s neither an engineer nor too much into technology) was patient enough to bear with me being kind of in Otaku mode and talking a lot about how the ship works and things related to ship construction and things (^-^;)

One thing that I like about steam engines is that they are relatively silent and don’t make too much noise :)
You can be next to the engine and still talk with each other without having to raise your voice :) <=I don’t like loud things (^-^;)

The ships crew was very friendly too :)

One thing made me chuckle while visiting the engine room was the “Panda Generator” :D <=last photo :)

I hope everyone had a great weekend too and some friends who are patient despite not necessarily sharing the same fascination with something you find oddly captivating (^-^)

I wish everyone a great start into this new week and sweet dreams (^-^)/

Greek oil spill forces closure of Athens beaches
By Helena Smith

An emergency operation is under way to clean up an oil spill from a sunken tanker that has blackened popular beaches and bays in Athens’ Argo-Saronic gulf.

What had been thought a containable spill is being described by officials as an ecological disaster after thick tar and oil pollution drifted toward residential coastal areas.

By Thursday, four days after the 45-year-old Agia Zoni II sank off Salamína island, mayors in suburbs south of the capital were forced to close beaches, citing public health risks.

“This is a major environmental disaster,” said the mayor of Salamína, Isidora Nannou-Papathanassiou. “Clearly the danger [of pollution] was not properly gauged, the currents have moved the spill.”

The vessel sank while at anchor in the early hours of Sunday. It was carrying 2,500 tonnes of fuel oil and marine gas when it went down in mild weather. It has emerged that only two of its 11-strong crew – the captain and chief engineer – were on board when it began to take on water. Both men have since been charged with negligence but freed on bail.

Water in Have One On Me

Or how I am worn to the bone by the river, and, in the river made of light: I’m your little life-giver, I will give my life.

Sit and see how the fog from the port of the bay sits like snow at the foot of the roanoke.

Saying, even then, that there’s a light in the river, and there’s a river made of light. Come on, you little life-giver: give your life.

It was hotter'n hell, so I lay me by the spring for a spell, as naked as a trout.

Farewell to loves that I have known; even muddiest waters run.

Like after the rain, step out of the overhang. That’s all.

We heard the rushing slow intake of the dark, dark water and the engine breaks.

We take a walk along the dirty lake. See the goose cussing at me over her eggs. You poor little cousin, I don’t want your dregs; a little baby fussing over my legs.

The creek is lying flat and still; it is water, though it’s frozen.

We picked our way down to the beach, down to the waves dragging out of our reach. Tangling tails like a sodden sheet. Dangling entrails from the gut of the sea.

My heart became a drunken runt the day I sunk in this shunt.

My home, on the old Milk Lake, where the darkness does fall so fast it feels like some kind of mistake.

But there is another, who is a little older. When I broke my bone, he carried me up from the riverside. To spend my life in spitting-distance of the love that I have known: I must stay here in an endless eventide.

Some nights I just never go to sleep at all, and I stand shaking in the doorway, like a sentinel, all alone. Bracing like the bow upon a ship and fully abandoning any thought of anywhere but home, my home.

Well, the water, it ran deep, my darling, where it don’t run wide.

Breaching slowly across the sea, one mast a flash like the stinger of a bee, to take you away - a swarming fleet is gonna take you away from me.

I’ll wait for you along the ocean and make do with my no-skin.

I took a blind shot across the creek at the black bear.

We lay on the rocks in the sun, watching you and your mama row in.

It’s a beautiful town with the rain coming down: blackberry, rosemary, jimmy crack corn.

And all the while, rain, like a weed in the tide, swans and lists down on the gossiping lawns saying “tsk, tsk, tsk.”

Over the hills, the rain clouds roll. I’ll winter here; wait for a sign to cast myself out over the water, riven like a wishbone.

There is a spring not far from here. The water runs both sweet and clear. Both sweet and clear, and cold. Could crack your bones with veins of gold.

I stood a-wagging at the tap, just waiting on the lagging, rising sap. I held the cold tin to my lips, and in the shrine of a thousand arms, I lowered my eyes to sip.

We came by the boatload and were immobilized.

And, with your knife, you evicted my life from its little lighthouse on the seashore.

I picture you rising up in the morning, stretching on your boundless bed, beating a clear path to the shower, scouring yourself red.


Inukag. Modern!AU.
When an earthquake hits Japan, firefighter Inuyasha gets called onto an emergency shift. However, his mind is occupied by other matters…
((As promised, just a short and fluffy little drabble based on my fireman headcanon!))

[Group Text: 11:45am]

Inuyasha: Roll call?

Sango: I’m alright, I was outside. Miroku? Kagome?

Miroku: At the temple. Everything’s still standing.


Inuyasha: Kagome?

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