the land is rust

An abandoned ICBM silo from the cold war era. 

An excerpt from reddit user 7relos

I have personally visited this silo, and due to the asbestos and rust (and the fact that it’s trespassing) it is a very dangerous exploration. I don’t go nowadays but I can tell you it is far more treacherous than you imagine. There is nothing stopping you from falling dozens of stories into an asbestos filled lake with still water that has been there for decades. Probably landing on a piece of rusted steel that’s jutting out of the ground. And you only have the light of your headlamp and flashlight to guide you, leaving your imagination to fill in the rest.

Imagine a giant machine called society, one that is sputtering and smoking because it is missing many gears. Now imagine a cliff looming overhead, and down from it tumbles millions of loose gears being carelessly dumped out of a box. They kind of just bounce around the machine until some of them land in gaps and start turning in conjunction with the rest. Many others just roll off and land in the dirt, doomed to rust in the rain. That’s how the system works right now. It is at times cruel and/or unfathomably stupid.

It’s not your fault. You didn’t design the system. Nobody did. Everyone is just making this up as they go.

This, incidentally, is what everyone in the Western world is so mad about these days. It always comes out as anger about “the economy” or “outsourcing” or “immigration” but really all that’s happened is a gross failure to connect the people to the jobs. Over here we have a river of the anxious unemployed and then over here we’ve got a dry desert of industries begging for workers. If that last part of the metaphor confuses you, it’s because you’ve been told the ridiculous lie that there are “no jobs out there.” Ask any manager or HR person and they’ll rant about how they can’t find good people. Hell, they won’t even wait for you to ask – just get within earshot, you’ll hear them talking about how the kids today lack skills and work ethic, all that bullshit.

If only they knew that the perfect engineer they’re looking for is currently working in a Dunkin Donuts in Indiana and was, in fact, never trained to be an engineer. She went to college to be a veterinarian because she loves animals, realized her mistake with her hands wrist-deep in sheep guts, then had to drop out and take a job to help pay the bills when Mom’s disability checks got cut off. She quickly found that society will offer virtually no help whatsoever in getting her into the job where she can do the most good for herself or society. Even if her motivation is to get off food stamps and become a more productive citizen, the response is all snide mockery and talk of bootstraps. “You say you can’t afford college, but I see that you have A PHONE!!!”

In fact, she will find society actively stops her at every turn.

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Getting Salty About Weathering

Hey there True Believers, today we’re going to talk about how to create your own convincing weathered metallics using a really simple technique. This whole project is done using Warcolours and an airbrush, but you can use these techniques just as effectively with any acrylic craft paints and a brush. 


Coarse Salt

Hair Spray

Hot Water


First off, we’re going to need the the prepped model surface we’re going to be working on, in my case, it’s a spaceship corridor that I sculpted for a diorama out of cardstock and some other stuff. In your case, this can be for old pipes, rusted out cars, Land Raiders, junked planes, really, anywhere where enameled metals have been left to the elements. 

We begin by priming it black, in the standard fashion. Ensuring even coverage and allowing it to dry for several hours, prior to applying the next layers. Once we’ve got that established, we begin to build up the basis for our rust layers. We’re going to start with a neutral, high saturation brown, and warm it up with each step into a terracotta.

Below you can see the browns applied with an airbrush, Make an attempt to focus the warming in specific spots, but avoid allowing the redder browns to achieve 100% opacity. We’re developing “filter” layers at this stage, and will be altering the texture in the next steps.

You can see how I’ve focused the filter towards the bottom of the wall. This will be the area with the heaviest weathering, representing where it has interacted most with moisture and wear and tear. If you were doing this on a Land Raider (for instance) this focal area might be around the treads, instead. It’s important to have an idea of which areas will be most heavily influenced by the rusting out, and begin to develop them.

Next up, we’re going to be moving up into proper oranges. In my case, Warcolours Orange 4 and One Coat Orange. Were going to be applying these differently than we did the brown, as we’re going to use these to develop an erratic, rusting texture on top of the browns. We’ll need a bit of blister foam or sponge for this next step. The idea is to daub a bit on a sponge, and then stipple a paper towel or piece of carboard until you get a nice erratic pattern. It’s similar to the amount of paint you’d want on your brush, if you were drybrushing. 

Above, you can see the texture developed, post stippling. Note the areas where I’ve concentrated it, that will become important shortly. When you’re satisfied with this, it’s time to seal the project using the matte varnish of your choice. In this instance, I’m using Warcolours matte varnish.

Apply a couple of coats of varnish, and allow to dry 100% before moving on from this step. You need the layers under this to be well protected, as we’re going to be applying salt and scrubbing the model after this. If you’ve not thoroughly sealed this layer, you will work your way down to the primer/plastic, ruining the effect and all the work you’ve done so far. Learn this lesson from me, as opposed to the hard way… Trust me.

Next up, the real meat and potatoes of this technique, coarse salt and hairspray.

We’re going to be using the hairspray as a temporary glue, to hold the salt crystals in place. To that end, decant a little into a dixie cup by turning the hairspray upside down and spraying it into the container. This will smell like the 80’s, so it’s best to do it in a well ventilated area. After you’ve got enough liquid hairspray in the cup for your needs, take an old brush and start to apply it to the model, sprinkling the coarse salt over the top, and knocking away any excess. Focus these sticky salt piles on top of the regions of heaviest wear, where you developed the texture with the oranges. 

When you’ve developed enough sticky salt piles to satisfy, allow it to dry and then apply the paint/wall/enamel color. In my case, I’ll be using a mixture of Warcolours One Coat Yellow Green with a little One Coat Green mixed in.

Now it’s magic time! 

Dip an old toothbrush in hot water, and allow it to saturated the salt crystals. When they begin to loosen, scrub them away. You’ll immediately begin to see the rust pattern develop. In addition to the salt texture, you can scratch or rub any amount of weathering into the paint. Since the lower layers are well sealed, and this layer is sitting on top of a water soluable hairspray base, it is very easy to manipulate. You want to make sure that you’ve removed all the salt from the peice, even going so far as to rinse it in cold water. Any residue left over will dry a chalky white and damage the paint over time. 

After that, it’s a simple issue of sealing it with another layer of Matte Varnish. And you’re ready to move onto the rest of your project. This method is not only simple, but provides a higher degree of verisimilitude than painting the rust effect over the green. Not only is it actually beneath the paint (like rust would be), but it ends up with a randomness that is near impossible to replicate with the brush, and is far closer to the actual effect for it.

That’s it for today, true believers. I hope you find this useful. Keep your bristles damp!



Calendar sheet: 28 May 1987 — West German teenage hobby pilot lands on Red Square in Moscow

On May 28, 1987, 18-year-old German hobby pilot Mathias Rust landed on the Red Square in Moscow after passing the heavily guarded Soviet-Russian airspace.

Rust hired a Cessna 172 from his flight club in Hamburg, saying that he wanted to do a round trip over the North Sea. During a stopover, he removed the rear seat to gain more range. He then continued for the next two weeks with stops at the Faroe Islands, Iceland, Bergen (Norway), to Helsinki. From there, he continued, flying first to Leningrad (today St. Petersburg) and watched out for the railway station there. He then navigated along the railroad tracks to Moscow.

His first attempts to land on the Red Square failed because the square was crowded with people. Rust the decided to land on Bolshoy Moskvoretsky Bridge instead. Incidentially, the trolleybus lines were removed for maintenance on this very day, so a landing was possible. Rust then taxied onto the Red Square where he parked the plane on a parking lot for tourist buses and talked to people until he was arrested by the KGB.

Mathias Rust was convicted to 4 years of labor camp for hooliganism and disregard of aviation laws, but was released after 14 months in prison and immediately deported to Germany. The plane was bought by a German cosmetics company, which sold it later to Japan, where is was displayed in an amusement park. In 2009, the German Museum of Technology in Berlin bought the plane, restored it and put it on permanent display.

The Soviet air defense spotted Rust’s plane very soon and accompanied him with MiG-23 fighters, but did nothing to stop him for various organizational reasons. Incidentially, his landing on the Red Square happened on the Day of the Border Soldiers. Soviet leader Mikhail Gorbachev used the incident as a reason to fire a number of his opponents in the military in the largest turnover since Stalin’s purges, further securing his position.

Rust remained an instable person, being sentenced for attempted manslaughter for 2.5 years in prison after stabbing a female co-worker who refused to kiss him. He was also convicted for theft and fraud. Since then, he has led a fragmented life, financing himself at times as a professional poker player, analyst in Switzerland and founder of a yoga school.

A German comedy series circling around the fictional town of Stenkelfeld renamed Stenkelfeld Airport to Mathias Rust Airport.

Fall an Angel, Rise a Human - Part One

Originally posted by spooky-gadreel

[prologue] [general masterlist]

Words: 1200+

Pairing: hunter!Gadreel x reader

Chapter summary: The Winchesters run into an old… friend?

Your name: submit What is this?

“Why do we have to suit up while Y/N does the cool stuff?” Dean asked his brother.

“Because you lost a bet. Stop being a sore loser.” Sam answered. “So what if you don’t get to check out the house right away?”

“So what? So Y/N gets to check out a freaking haunted house while we’re stuck here in suits.” Dean grumbled.

“You know what?” Sam asked.


“Suck it up.” Sam said, patting Dean’s arm before they got to the crime scene.

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To sin by silence, when we should protest,
Makes cowards out of men. The human race
Has climbed on protest. Had no voice been raised
Against injustice, ignorance, and lust,
The inquisition yet would serve the law,
And guillotines decide our least disputes.
The few who dare, must speak and speak again
To right the wrongs of many. Speech, thank God,
No vested power in this great day and land
Can gag or throttle. Press and voice may cry
Loud disapproval of existing ills;
May criticise oppression and condemn
The lawlessness of wealth-protecting laws
That let the children and childbearers toil
To purchase ease for idle millionaires.

Therefore I do protest against the boast
Of independence in this mighty land.
Call no chain strong, which holds one rusted link.
Call no land free, that holds one fettered slave.
Until the manacled slim wrists of babes
Are loosed to toss in childish sport and glee,
Until the mother bears no burden, save
The precious one beneath her heart, until
God’s soil is rescued from the clutch of greed
And given back to labor, let no man
Call this the land of freedom.

—  “Protest” by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Why Do So Many Americans Think Democrats Are Out of Touch?
The party appears to be struggling to convince the public it represents a better alternative to President Trump and the GOP.
By Clare Foran

If Democrats want to regain the power they’ve lost at the state and federal level in recent years, they will have to convince more voters they can offer solutions to their problems.

That may be especially difficult, however, if voters think the party and its representatives in government don’t understand or care about them. And according to a recently released poll, many voters may, in fact, feel that way. The Washington Post-ABC News survey, released this week, found that a majority of the public thinks the Democratic Party is out of touch with the concerns of average Americans in the United States. More Americans think Democrats are out of touch than believe the same of the Republican Party or President Trump.

A single poll shouldn’t be given too much weight on its own, but the results arrive at a time when Democrats are trying to understand what went wrong last year, and what they need to do to win over voters. The results raise questions over why exactly the public thinks the party is so out of touch.

“This should be a huge wake-up call,” said Tim Ryan, the Ohio congressman who made an unsuccessful bid post-election for House minority leader. “Having two-thirds of the country think that your party is in la-la-land, that’s a bombshell. That should wake everybody up,” the Rust Belt Democrat who represents a state that Trump won and has argued the Democratic Party needs to improve its brand said, “and we should, as a party, be woken up already by the fact that people took a chance on Donald Trump.”

There is nuance to the results of the survey. A closer look at the numbers shows that while a majority of Americans believe the Democratic Party is out of touch, most Democrats do not, though that’s only by a slim majority. Democratic voters do, however, seem to have less confidence in their party—at least at the moment—than Republicans do in theirs. A higher percentage of Republican voters, at 60 percent, said that the GOP is in touch with the concerns of most people, compared with just 52 percent of Democrats who said the same of their party.

One explanation for this dynamic could be that liberal voters are looking to rationalize the results of the election, while Republicans may feel instinctively that their party is doing a better job of connecting with voters—because they won.

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Land of Rust and Sand

Your Land is not going to be pleasant. I will get that out of the way for you right now. The atmosphere is thick and choked with particles - dust, sand, rust, etc. What was once a thriving metal metropolis towering through the clouds has been eroded by time and pain from the great war of Shesmu. 

Your consorts have been driven into hiding underneath what seems like an endless desert of brown and grey. Your quests will be simple in nature - deliver a package from one village to another, rescue a Turtle’s son from a Ruststorm, but if you overstay your welcome in a town, Shesmu’s forces will catch wind of your trail and eradicate the town. 

You must live on the winds and make silent, decisive, and informed decisions in order to fulfill enough quests to open the way to Shesmu and the confrontation, else your land will be depleted of consorts before you have the opportunity to do so.

Described by @classpectanon for @pastatrends.

May 28

In 1987, in one of the stranger episodes in the already-bizarre Cold War, West German teenager Mathias Rust landed a single-engine Cessna in Red Square in Moscow.

 So it turned out that after 40 years of a tense standoff with NATO, Soviet air defenses could be easily breached by some schmuck in a recreational airplane.

 It’s pretty safe to say that several people lost their jobs over the incident.

anonymous asked:


13. Please just back the fuck off. - Bucky

You may have been the youngest and newest member of the Avengers, but you definitely weren’t the least capable. However some people clearly couldn’t see that. Since you’d joined Bucky always loitered around you during missions, often getting in your way and taking over your fights, leaving you with very little to do in terms of helping the team. He’d even rescheduled your missions a few times, meaning he would go on missions that needed your skill set, ultimately causing them to fail. If you were honest you would admit that you’d had a crutch on the super soldier since you’d joined the team, however he was making it very hard to like him at the moment, acting like you were incapable of completing a mission of your own. 

This is what had led to you running head first into a mission that even you knew was too risky, you wanted to prove to him that you could fight your own battles, literally. Now you were knee deep in HYDRA soldiers, they just kept coming and coming, but you were managing and if you did say so yourself, you were kicking ass. Sending a shock blast to the nearest soldier you volted over a rusted car, landing gracefully on your feet. “Agent Y/N, permission to call in back up?” a female voice crackled over your comms. “Permission denied, I am doing just fine on my own.” You said through gritted teeth as you fought your way through another wave of guards. “Agent Y/N it is being strongly suggested…” The voice crackled again before you interrupted them, “I said permission denied, I can and will do this alone.” You growled, stabbing a soldier with their own weaponry before taking a  break behind an overturned truck to catch your breath.

“Y/N, what the hell do you think your doing?” You heard a familiar voice angrily shout over your comms. “Barnes, I am completing a mission, that is my job.” You growled back. “No your being an idiot, I’m coming to get you.” He insisted. “Please just back the fuck off. Okay Bucky?” You spat into your mic before ripping the ear piece out and crushing it beneath your boot. “Asshole.” You muttered under your breath before running back into the fight.

2 hours later…

He was right, you weren’t capable and you really couldn’t do this. You’d been pinned down under enemy fire for the last 30 minutes, you had a shot to the shoulder and a knife wound in your upper thigh. This was it, you had no way of calling in an evac team, after the decimation of your communicator, and even if you could you didn’t know if you’d be able to face the humiliation that faced you at the hands of Bucky. Pushing yourself further back against the wall you could feel the bullets ricocheting off of the metal panelling on the other side and hear the bullets whizzing through the air, before making impact. And then suddenly silence, no bullets, no clicks of guns being reloaded, only silence. Closing your eyes you hoped that this what it, that you’d died and the pain would be over. As your eyes blurred and your arms fell to your sides you felt two strong arms wrap beneath you, one significantly colder than the other, almost as if it were made of metal. “Don’t worry doll, I’ll get you out of here, I promise.” You heard a gruff voice promise before everything went black.

10 hours later…

Waking up all you could feel was the ache that spread throughout your body. Carefully stretching out your limbs you felt your hand hit something hard. Opening your weary eyes you found Bucky draped over one side of your bed, his forehead crinkled as he slept, he looked so troubled. Gently running your fingers over the contours of his face you saw his eyes flutter open. “Y/N…?” He said, his voice gruff from sleep. “Hey Buck…” You croaked out, “Look I’m sorry…” Before you could get your full apology out his lips were on yours, demanding yet gentle. “Don’t you ever do that again okay? I can’t lose you.” He insisted, cupping your face in his hands. “Promise.” You smiled slightly, leaning into his touch.