#aramid

[fiercerthanyou]

Urs Fischer, “Strontium,” 2015,

Aluminum panel, aramid honeycomb, two-component polyurethane adhesive, two-component epoxy primer, galvanized steel rivet nuts, acrylic primer, gesso, acrylic ink, acrylic silkscreen medium, acrylic paint

80 x 60 x 7/8 inches (203.2 x 152.4 x 2.2 cm)

[hamenthotep]

Ok, so I'm watching Daredevil again and I've just got to the episode where it's revealed Fisk has some kind of mysterious stab proof armour in his suit lining. And it's just Aramid fabric? They didn't even dye it. They just grabbed a square of Aramid and stuffed it into his suit.

They try to make it seem like it's super expensive or hard to find and it's just not? It's like £20 a square metre, which as far as fabrics go isn't even that much?

It gets even worse when Daredevil tracks down the guy who made the armour and his workshop looks like a metal working shop? Full of circular saws and wood/metal working tools?

It makes no sense. You don't need that kind of shop to work with Aramid. You need some good scissors and a sewing machine.

Daredevil's armour had bulletproof sections, which makes sense, because Aramid is the fabric used to make Kevlar (which is a brand name) but even then the metalworking tools are just for set decoration.

The bulletproof properties come from it being an Aramid/Epoxy composite and the layering. One layer of Aramid on its own is slash proof, but won't stop a bullet. But to make the composite you still don't need metal working tools. You need a clear workspace and some latex gloves.

The dark, dirty metal working shop is the worst environment for working with fabrics and resins. None of the tools would be even remotely useful. It just looks good on film.

It bothers me every time 😒

[pencilbrony]

Old faces

[t00muchcaffeine]

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[leilani-and-kass]

“Seashells, pretty rocks, pearls, this funny blue stone I’ve never seen before... I found all of it either along the shore or by diving into the ocean! To us, finding stuff like this is like... well, receiving a gift from the ocean since my tribe worships the ocean, and and we always try to find a use for whatever we find.”

“For these... I’m going to use them for one of our rituals that hasn’t been done in a really, really long time.”

Leilani looks up at the Arcanine to answer his question.

“But I’ve found enough stuff for that right now. I’m actually gonna go hide these with the other treasure I found and go play for awhile!! A lot of these activities are new to me, after all.”

@asktheblindlucario

@thestrangefurret

@bidaily-ask-the-outcast

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[thestrangefurret]

Aramid looks at the entrance to the cave, eating the last half of the berry he got from those berry trees. The rain lasted all night, only having waked him when he needed to... it doesn’t matter the rain stopped around midnight so the ground should be dry by now. With a swallow he walks towards the entrance of the cave, even with the light out here it’ll still be dark on the inside. He looks down at the torch planted in the ground. With a small of huff of fire the torch weakly burns, still somewhat damp from last night. Aramid picks it up with his mouth, the fire warming the left side of his face. The Arcanine walks forward, his scarred leg limping a little.

The Arcanine crawls forward again, his legs still refusing to walk as he struggles. He calls for help, begging as he does but the only one near him can’t hear him as the other steps through him.

Aramid stops for a moment as his paw suddenly feels cold. Did he just step in some mud? He didn’t think there was any around here. The Arcanine looks down at his paw, oh, he just barely stepped on the skeleton that’s out here. It’ll be hard to forget this one when he buries any body he finds in the cave. Its wrong that the survivors just fled here, even if they didn’t do anything with the Arcanine bodies its a shock they didn’t at least come back to bury anyone they cared about who died. He continues walking, entering the cave as he gets ready to find some clues about the past thirteen years. Its been so long that something must have changed for this to happen.

He looks around the first room, well it really never changed since he left. Still only two choices in halls to go down as well. Aramid moves to the right tunnel, his and his parents room are right down this way. Hopefully the things he had in his room are still there, it might be the first proof that his father didn’t send him away for no reason. The first room comes up on his left, his parent’s room, he walks in and slowly looks around. A large bed of soft moss and other soft plants sits in the back of the room. Well, now it just looks like a lot of dried plants you  wachwould see a doctor use. In the rest of the room is the area where they would bathe privately but its a dry hole now since no one has filled it for years. And there are a few other things and stuff but nothing else by the looks of it.

Argus walks blindly down the hall, muttering anger about the Lesser One that dared to attack him! When he finds it it will suffer for an eternity before it gets the grace of death! He moves past the other Arcanine, neither of the two seeing nor recognizing each. They continue on, one in death the other in life, not having even acknowledged each others existence.

Aramid shivers a little, that’s an unexpected draft to be going through here. And it came from the way of the entrance so it should have been warm. It doesn’t matter, his room should be the next one on the left so he-

The Arcanine stops as he looks at what should be the entrance to his room. But instead, a large rock sits in the way. Why is this here?!

[pencilbrony]

Hunting helm

[pencilbrony]

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