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drishtiintern · 5 months
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Aroma Magic Curative Oils - Which one is for you?
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bumblingbabooshka · 2 months
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Romulans, yes or no? 👉👈
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Romulans...YES!
Urasa:
Urasa was abandoned by his father as part of some double-cross/life lesson about being weak. He met a Klingon boy named Adokthosh and saw that he was weak and cowardly compared to the others around him. Urasa ran away from the care of his Romulan bretheren and the two of them began working together to get to the top of the Klingon empire through lying, cheating, bribing, and stealing. I'm sure that'll all go well for them! I'm also sure there won't be any complicated romantic feelings. Bartovka:
She & Asil (Tuvok's daughter) have a longrunning evil-doer vs gallant hero thing going on. Thankfully Bartovka is usually easily foiled because she loves expositing about her devious plans and also is so full of herself that she makes it kinda easy to defeat her.
She figured out she was trans because of Asil. The two of them get in a lot of …. situations. Together.
She has two kids and a wife that she's trying to avoid at all costs because she's pretty sure they'll try to kill her if they find her. Or worse, she'll have to pay child support.
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reportwire · 2 years
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Fish Oil Is Good! No, Bad! No, Good! No, Wait
Fish Oil Is Good! No, Bad! No, Good! No, Wait
At first, it was all very exciting. In 1971, a team of Danish researchers stationed on Greenland’s northwest coast found that a local Inuit community had remarkably low levels of diabetes and heart disease. The reason, the researchers surmised, was their high-marine-fat diet—in other words, fish oil. Incidence of heart disease, which once afflicted relatively few Americans, had shot up since the…
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lackadaisycats · 3 months
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What did Rocky think of the cornflakes?
It's not a Kellogg reference - not directly anyway. Kellogg is remembered because it was one of the few lasting things that emerged from an otherwise sprawling wellness fad. There were mineral spring, hot spring, and medicinal spring resorts, spas, retreats, and hotels all over the US in the late 19th and early 20th century. Some were small and are all but forgotten to time. Some ended up with whole towns built up around them. Ultimately, the trend dried up as trends do, making way for the next thing. Its end may have been hastened somewhat by the government cracking down more forcefully on snake oil medicine starting in the 1900s, though. No doubt some people gained some easily explained benefit from vacationing away from city air thick with coal dust to relax in a naturally occurring pool, but some facilities were also doing things like bottling and selling such waters without proper sanitization, and claiming it had vague yet miraculous curative properties. Here are the ruins at Welch Spring - one such example in the Ozarks. It's an off-the-beaten-path place I went to check out while the pandemic was at its peak.
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darkleysgarden · 1 year
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Asmodeus Facts!
As a lore person and Asmo lover, I present this.
I am willing to add more as I think of them or as they are suggested (with proof).
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1. As most people know: Asmo has canonically given Solomon hickeys before.
2. His favorite animal is a resplendent quetzal. (A bird)
3. Asmo unintentionally was a huge factor in the Trojan War starting.
4. Raphael used to scold Asmo a lot, causing him to dislike Raphael. He doesn't feel this way anymore.
5. He sleeps naked.
6. Asmo's biggest fear is turning ugly and essentially loosing all of his worth.
7. He can smell if people are romantically interested in each other.
8. He has had a face lift before.
9. A lot of fan mail is sent to the RAD suggestion box for him.
10. He is *surprisingly* not very flexible.
11. Has referred to Mc as his 'Bestie'. He and Lucifer have also said that he was madly in love with them. So... why not both?
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12. *TRIGGER WARNING: EATING DISORDER*
He panics over gaining the slightest amount, down to a kilogram of weight or a millimeter more onto his waist. He also goes on diets and refuses to eat frequently. Satan has also stated that he's seen Asmo sneak snacks in the middle of the night. All of this implies that he struggles with an eating disorder.
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13. Mammon once found a 'crazy provocative' outfit in his room that was 'FULL of holes!' (Turns out it was one of his favorite outfits chewed up by moths!)
14. In the Celestial Realm he was known as the 'Jewel of the Heavens'. Simeon states that Asmo is still constantly trying to live up to that standard.
15. Y'know how some people can tie a knot in a cherry stem? Well Asmo can tie a butterfly knot!
16. Asmo's dyed his hair pink before and presumably still does on occasions.
17. Asmo is the one who paints all the brother's nails. And this is typically done with a paint brush, not the average nail polish brush.
18. He always puts on a face mask right before he goes to bed.
19. Asmo prefers smooth red bean paste over chunky.
20. He hates being cold and the downsides of winter, like dry skin. Yet, he does love the aesthetic of winter.
21. He doesn't like carrying people as he believes it will cause him to gain muscle. He believes he's more desirable thin.
22. When he first met Solomon, he was in the middle of crying alone at a bar. Solomon came up to him to ask if he was okay. This, and the rest of their conversations that night, eventually led to their current relationship.
23. He enjoys gossiping with Satan.
24. While most demons dislike uses of pacts, Asmo finds them heavily thrilling.
25. He admits to admiring Lucifer the most.
26. Asmo believes that he can always rely on Satan.
27. Asmo enjoys hanging out with Mammon and becomes proud of him for his accomplishments. Though, he likes teasing him because it keeps him on his toes and he believes that Mammon acts the most foolish out of all of them.
28. Demon's have to give their human pact mate something to allow summonings. Asmo gifted Solomon a gigantic oil painting of himself. It was notably his favorite 'selfie' at the time.
29. He is a dog person. He prefers big dogs to little ones.
30. He's never read the student handbook despite being on the student council.
31. Is actually pretty good at juggling a ball with his feet. Good enough to score 5th place out of the 15 characters.
32. Satan has allowed him to copy off of his homework before.
33. His birthday is May 15th, making him a Taurus.
34. He put together Levi's human world outfit.
35. He hates his true demon form, something Mammon often jokes about.
36. Asmo is the weakest brother in terms of strength. He gets worn out incredibly easily. (Maybe because of fact 12 and your refusal to gain muscle or weight. What am I going to do with you, love?)
37. A large amount of his fan base calls him 'daddy'.
38. He frequently teases Levi about having no friends.
39. Really good at rock-papper-scissors.
40. Doesn't really care what happens to him as long as he looks cute during. Even if it's a terrible curse.
41. He is an extremely emotional drunk. He will start sobbing when intoxicated in the slightest.
42. He is not ashamed about his own dirty mind. He even calls out Mammon for having one too.
43. Ass or Tits? Asmo chooses ass.
44. Doodles in textbooks. He even left a kiss mark in Solomon's once when borrowing it.
45. Lucifer practically goes, "Keep the door open" Whenever he catches Solomon, Mc, or anyone else hanging out with Asmo.
46. Isn't good at silly faces. He ends up looking gorgeous instead of silly.
47. Can be horrifying when angry. Beel is more scared of an angry Asmo than an angry Lucifer.
48. Mc is practically the first ever person to like him romantically and not sexually. He has said that no one before Mc has ever complimented his personality before, only his looks.
49. Loves bonding with his brothers even if they're completely opposite of him. He remembers more about Ruri-chan than any of the other brothers (hinted at) just because he actually cares to listen to Levi and bond with him.
50. What part of his body does he wash first when bathing? Well, you'll have to bathe with him to find out~
51. He held his first Asmofest/Asmo gathering 7 days after his birth. These are now held several times a month. He spends time with people he likes, usually drinking. Lucifer is present at most of them.
52. Asmo once wished to have 8 heads. His brother's made him give up on this dream.
53. Asmo requested that Levi write him a novel. This novel was called Space Pajama Party: The Great Beauty War. The hero of the stories name was 'The Hero'. The Hero is based off of MC and the character Atan is based off Levi.
54. According to Asmo, he looks best shot from the left at about a 40 degree angle.
55. It's highly likely that Asmo was the main designer for the guest/Mc's room. Comparing his room to the room, his influence is obvious.
56. He owns an absurd amount of clothes, beauty products, and bathing products.
57. He is terrible at remembering stuff about other people. He even failed a quiz about Solomon, who he considers himself to be insanely close to (This, presumably, does not apply to MC).
58. He works as an influencer on DevilTube and Devilgram. He also does designing. He designs products, clothes, etc. These designs are most notably shown at Majolish but can be seen all around the Devildom. He usually doesn't get paid in grimm for designing, receiving products, and samples instead. He says he prefers that in all honesty (He'd just buy the stuff with grimm anyway).
59. He used to be close to Belphie back in the Celestial Realm. Beel even said that Belphie was practically glued to Asmo's hip.
60. Asmo is the one who came up with the name 'Team Solomon'. Barbatos wasn't a big fan of the name.
61. He was implied to have fucked Santa Claus
62. Even though he is the shortest brother, he often looks taller because he wears heels.
63. Asmodeus knew of Solomon's horrible cooking skills before any of the others. When Solomon tried to serve everybody at the Demon Lord's castle, he purposefully didn't eat any of Solomon's cooking.
64. Asmo is really sensitive about his brother's compliments. One compliment from any of them could bring him to tears easily.
65. During the retreat to the Demon Lord's castle, Asmo becomes heavily affectionate for MC. One of the things he first does is inspect them head to toe, checking their ears, teeth, fingers, etc. This supports him saying that he wishes to know EVERYTHING about MC and potentially any other lover.
66. He doesn't like washing the dishes because it makes his skin rough.
67. To some peoples surprise, he is really good with kids. He even worked with them in the human world. Though, Satan commented that he wouldn't trust his kid with Asmo. He also often makes inappropriate jokes in front of Luke. But, he just shrugs them off and tells Luke that he'll understand when he's older.
68. Asmo enjoys "healing music"
69. (😏) He's a switch. He's quoted to have said, "I'll make you squeal for me!" As well as, "You wanna try some other spots too? Go ahead, I'm all yours." These are two of many lines that help imply this.
70. Despite what many think, he does have standards. He also is not appreciative of randomly being used as an object of beauty or sex. Though he's admitted that he can easily see the good in everyone and finds everyone a little bit attractive in their own way. He also says that he flirts with people so often because his happiness spreads to others and ends up making more people happy. So many people like him, because he likes so many people. Simple as that. But, this doesn't mean he will appreciate just anybody.
71. He didn't have an Asmo gathering for an entire year after the fall. His first one was held with MC as an honorary guest. Solomon couldn't make it.
72. He's implied to like fortune and horoscopes.
73. He doesn't like shopping with 'drab' shopping bags.
74. Asmo tends to photobomb and photo taken around him because he believes he is the most photo-worthy person/thing in the area.
75. He's seen to be unapologetic to any exes he has. He may even flirt with them despite them being annoyed with him.
76. Asmo is seen to heavily miss the Celestial Realm after falling. He repressed most of the feelings for awhile, but they overwhelmed him the first time he saw Simeon and Luke after everything happened.
77. He listed his pronouns on his FabSnap account as Fab/ulous
78. Asmo had trouble calling him and his brothers 'demons' instead of 'angels' for a while after falling.
79. He frequently calls Solomon 'his'.
80. He has a pair of flower earrings that he wears all the time.
81. Asmo, along with his brothers, have all experienced hate for being angels, ex-angels, and demons in different contexts.
82. He has an entire photo album dedicated to photos of himself as an angel.
83. Asmo is not only lustful, but has shown many signs of bloodlust. He even brings up ripping out MC's heart and tearing it open to see if they were telling the truth.
84. He openly admits to being turned on at random.
85. While his brothers fight over bathing order, Asmo likes to go have a nice long bath in his own bathroom just to taunt them.
86. Asmo is pansexual. Good for him.
87. He gets insecure if he doesn't get reassured of MC's love constantly. He texts demanding 'I love yous' and demands compliments.
88. Asmo likes to wear what Mammon calls 'skimpy underwear'.. (And more lingerie!)
89. He very rarely gets more than annoyed. Very rarely even gets annoyed. He isn't seen transforming into his demon form at all during the main story out of anger (And so far from what I've played in Nightbringer). Though, I have seen him transform once in a Devilgram, but he quickly calmed down in seconds.
90. Asmo thinks that drool is unattractive on a man (probably any other gender too, he didn't clarify). He often tells Beel this as a life lesson. (This also presumably does not apply to sex.)
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91. Solomon has a very hard time saying no to Asmo
92. When giving out gifts, they frequently feature his face. If you're lucky, you may even find yourself with a nice new set of lingerie.
93. Asmo is good at singing, writing, and composing songs. Anywhere from a ballad to hard metal. He even sings live!
94. Solomon once gifted him bath salts made by an incubus. The affect of the charm was SO STRONG that Asmo had to drink an antidote made by Solomon. (It tasted surprisingly good)
95. Asmo is insecure about the fact that he is unable to use his charm ability on MC.
96. In Nightbringer, Satan says that Asmo is the brother he hates the least.
97. Asmo's favorite way to spend his birthday is with people close to him, not with big parties.
98. Asmo really dislikes bugs.
99. Asmo has gathered so many products that he can find something in his collection that works for people with completely different hair and skin from him.
100. He loves flowers, candles, soaps, whatever smell-filled things he can find. (Me who takes allergy medicine on the daily: bro you're gonna murder me the second I step foot in your room.)
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starogeorgina · 1 year
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Broken bonds
Paring: Ser Harwin Strong/reader
Warnings: Swearing, mentions of blood and violence
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“He’s very fond of you.”
Smiling, you turn your head back to face Ser Harwin, never taking your hand off of Varos' neck. Exhaling, you lean your head against your dragons in contentment, saying, “He’s fond of you as well; otherwise, you’d no longer be here, Ser Harwin.”
Harwin tries his best to hold back the grin growing on his face. Although you had started to call him only by his first name in private, he found it amusing when you called him Ser when others were around. A few of the knights and servants had gathered outside to watch as Daemon returned with Caraxes. He had suddenly gone to an undisclosed location; you didn’t ask why he had to leave so urgently, as you had learned over the years when it came to your uncle Daemon that ignorance was bliss. Although you did enjoy spending the last few days with your sworn protector.
“Princess,” Ser Harwin says, leaning in closer to you, causing goosebumps to spread like wildfire across your body. “I feel it’s my duty to tell you that you’ve got sand on your face.”
You rub at your cheek, trying to get it off, but when you fail to do so, Harwin lets out a soft chuckle and brushes the pad of his thumb across your other cheek, brushing it off gently. You momentarily feel lost in his soft touch, your eyes drawn to his lips, until a feeling of dread consumes you, which Harwin notices.
His facial expression hardens. “Princess, what is wrong?” When you don’t answer, his hand settles on your shoulder, his voice softer. “Vaella?”
“I’m not sure.” Your eyes sweep over the beach until they land on knights patiently awaiting orders from your uncle as Caraxes lands on the ground. You stride towards them, the knights bowing when you stand before them. You address Ser Albert, the longest-standing guard on Dragonstone. “Have your best men guard whatever caves Varos and Caraxes decide to resign in. I’m to be immediately notified if anyone aside from my uncle tries to get near them.”
Ser Albert nods and says, “Very well, princess, I will make quick work of dividing my men into separate groups, one to watch over each dragon, day and night.”
“Thank you,” you say sincerely.
“Allow me to volunteer,” Ser Harwin says, stepping forward. “I will join the night team watching over Varos.”
It meant a great deal to you that Harwin would offer his services without even asking you the reasons behind them, but you did worry. Daemon had briefly explained dragon dreaming to Harwin, so you assumed that was why he was trusting you so easily.
Ser Albert goes to agree, but you bet him to it. “A very kind offer; however, I do think it’s a lot for one man to be awake day and night. I do not wish for you to grow ill with exhaustion.”
“Your dragon is an extension of you, princess; I wouldn’t be fulfilling my oath if I didn’t protect you both.”
“If you insist,” you say, running your fingers through the ends of your long hair, which was becoming tangled due to strong winds and sand sticking to it. You were hesitant to let him go but agreed, “But that means you’ve finished for the rest of the day.”
His eyes burn into you. “I am-”
“My sworn protector, I know. But only a well-rested knight can watch over a dragon,” you muse. “Besides, I will be perfectly safe with my uncle while you rest.”
Scrunching up your nose, you sit up in bed, the faint smell of smoke tickling your nostrils. Your hair was freshly washed, and your bath was scented with lavender oil, so judging by how strong the smell was, you knew a fire must have been close by.
You reach for a robe when a soft knock comes at the door, along with an announcement that your uncle is here to see you. You call for the door to be opened, and you see Daemon standing with two knights on either side of him; he looks slightly unnerved. “I’m sorry to wake you at this time, but it’s a matter of urgency.”
He moves to allow a servant with candles to enter the bedchamber you were currently staying in. “What is it, uncle?”
“It's Ser Harwin; he's been attacked. An assassin was sent to kill him.”
You feel breathless and frozen where you stand as you watch your uncle step closer to you as you struggle to process the news he’s just shared. When Daemon places his hand on your shoulder, you notice the bruise starting to swell on his knuckles and the fresh blood on his sleeve and fear the worst.
“Is he dead?”
“No, he’s alive,” your uncle confirms. “But weak. The maester said the knife missed his spleen by mere centimeters; however, he is certain Ser Harwin will make a full recovery.”
You had assumed the feeling of dread you felt was due to someone wanting to hurt your dragon; oh, how wrong you were. A soft sob escaped your lips, which you poorly tried to disguise with a cough. “What happened?”
Daemon motions for you to sit as he pours two cups of wine; you had been so lost in your thoughts you hadn’t even noticed it being brought in. “A fire was started as a distraction; it was near the caves the dragons slept in, causing most of the men to abandon their posts to try and put it out. Only four men remained outside of the cave Varos was in; three of them died, and Ser Harwin was wounded.”
You downed your drink, hating the way it burned the back of your throat. “Do you know who was behind the attack?”
“A man named Arthur Weststar.”
Guilt plagues your mind; you should have questioned why your husband's ally was on the island. This was your fault. Your hand rests on your chest as your heart beats rapidly against it. “Why would he do such a thing?”
“His motives currently remain unclear.”
“I assume Arthur has been dealt with?” You ask, feeling your initial shock turn to grief.
“My men have been questioning him since it happened. I have also spoken with him myself. Once I have sufficient answers, he will be executed.”
Through bloodshot eyes, you give your uncle a knowing look and say, “I want him brought to the courtyard at first light.”
You go to stand, but your uncle grabs your wrist, keeping you in place. “Vaella, my dear niece, I have already said it before; you don’t have the heart for war or killing.
“Uncle!” You scold him, snapping your wrist away from his grip. “This ‘man’ has attempted to kill a sworn protector of a Targaryen princess; he has declared war upon our house and will receive a Targaryen punishment.”
“If you personally execute him, then the Hightowers will have an excuse-”
“Fuck the Hightowers!” You seethed before storming outside to prepare Varos for the sun rising.
Dressed in a dark crimson gown with black flames sewn into it that resembled the one you wore during the battle of the step stones, you remain grim-faced as Arthur Weststar is brought before you in the courtyard. His face was bloodied and bruised, but that was little to nothing to hide his smugness.
When his chains are secure, the knights who brought him out step out of the way just as Varos roars loudly, landing beside you, his wings spreading and almost knocking into a crowd of onlookers. Arthur’s eyes widen in fear momentarily before he lets out a deep laugh. Daemon had received some information from Arthur, but he wasn’t sure how much of it was factual.
Glancing to the side, you make eye contact with your uncle Daemon, who gives you a small nod of approval. You turn back to face Arthur. “Arthur Weststar, in the name of King Viserys Targaryen, first of his name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm, I hereby sentence you to death on the charges of being a traitor to House Targaryen.”
“Please, my princess, forgive me,” he says mockingly.
“Dracarys.”
The traitor was bathed in a blast of flames, and his screams of pain would haunt anyone who heard them. Varos’s jaws closed around him before the dragon spat his body out in two halves. The scene was gruesome to see, with blood spatters decorating the cobblestones where the body landed.
You’re stunned as the knights who follow your uncle bow down to you. Your uncle Daemon placed his hand on your back and quietly said, “Men will always follow strength; you’ve just given them another reason to follow our house.”
“How long have you been watching me sleep?” Harwin teased before sitting up, letting out a grunt as his hand moved to his bandaged-up wound.
“Not long.” You smiled. You had noticed his eye fluttering some time ago but chose not to say anything so he wouldn’t feel obligated to get up. “When did you wake up?”
“When your nose was buried in a book, you looked so content that I didn’t want to disturb you.”
A blush creeps into your cheeks. The maester tried to refuse you entry to the room Harwin was resting in, but you ignored him and barged in regardless. Hearing what had happened to the knight felt like living a nightmare from which you were desperate to wake up. The fear of losing him was worse than any dream you could have foreseen. Harwin looks up at you, smiling that wholeheartedly kind smile of his. The look on his face was reassurance that everything would be okay. Despite not knowing him very well, your sworn protector had become your closest confidante.
He takes your hand and gently says, “Prince Daemon visited me before you arrived; I know what you did to the man who tried to kill me.” He kisses the back of your hand. “I will forever be in your awe of you, princess, and in your debt.”
You chuckle at his words, linking his fingers with yours and joking, “Perhaps I will hold you to that debt one day, Harwin.”
A comfortable silence fills the room as you shyly look down at the floor and then back up at him, wondering what it was he discussed with your uncle, but those thoughts soon disappeared when you saw a hint of a smile on his face. Titling your head to the side, you draw him in with your lilac eyes, leaning his head upright. Harwin lays his lips on yours.
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booksbeansandcandles · 9 months
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Witchy Herbs: Rosemary - Rosemarinus officinalis
This herb is also called dew of the sea, herb of remembrance, or elf leaf. It has masculine energies, connects with the element of fire, and is ruled by the Sun. It honors the fae, Hebe, Aphrodite, and the Virgin Mary. Zodiac sign; Leo.
You can use this herb to create a tonic that you can topically apply to your skin. You can also use this to rinse your hair to experience less itching with your scalp and have shinier dark hair. If you have a headache, you can have some rosemary tea to bring you relief.
In spells, this herb is for healing, health, wisdom, making your memory better, protection, love, lust, exorcism, purification, and sleep.
When burned, emits powerful cleansing and purifying vibrations, and so is smoldered to rid a place of negativity, especially prior to performing magic. It is one of the oldest incenses.
Rosemary can remove jealousy. If you feel jealous about something, light a dried sprig of rosemary and as you watch the flames consume the sprig, visualize how your jealous energy is being consumed and transformed into positive energy by the flames.
When placed beneath the pillow rosemary ensures a good sleep and drives away nightmares. Laid under the bed it protects the sleeper from all harm.
Rosemary is also hung on the porch and doorposts to keep thieves from the house and is carried to remain healthy.
Placed in the bath it purifies.
Rosemary has long been used in love and lust incenses and other mixtures.
Healing poppets are stuffed with rosemary to take advantage of its curative vibrations. Rosemary infusion is used to wash the hands before healing work, and the leaves mixed with juniper berries are burned in sickrooms to promote healing.
Rub the oil into yellow candles and light on a Thursday to improve your study habits and grades.
If you wish to receive knowledge or the answer to a question, burn rosemary on charcoal and smell its smoke.
Rosemary is also grown to attract the Fae.
Use rosemary if you need to substitute frankincense or any herb that you are missing.
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thebibliosphere · 2 years
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So like a billion years ago you replied to a comment I made on one of your posts asking what shampoo you used to cut down on hair shedding. I cannot for the life of me find this exchange (thanks tumblr). So once more, what hair products do you find help with hair shedding?
Lol no worries. The shampoo that helps with my shedding is Calia Natural, Curative shampoo.
I avoid their scented haircare stuff. They use essential oils (credit where credit is due, they are diluted safely) which I find too strong and my scalp doesn’t like it.
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wispstalk · 1 year
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sanctuary
prompt fill from @nirnwrote - link to list
Most evenings Martin has the chapel all to himself, and he likes these times best. The primate and the other priests and novices stay in the rectory, and Oleta keeps a small house near the arena district, but Martin prefers to sleep here. In the dim hush of the undercroft his solitude is total. He might have come to the chantry for the curative powers of fellowship, but a man can only stand so much of that.
He attends first to the shrine; removing wilted flowers and carefully dusting around offering tokens, pricking his thumb and giving a drop to the candle flames so that Akatosh may hear all the prayers laid out at his scaly feet. Rolls up the prayer mats, moves the benches, sweeps the floor, knocks a few cobwebs down from the walls.
Lastly he gathers up the remnants of the evening meal and a costly jug of oil for the lantern that hangs above the entrance. The lamp will burn through the night. The primate says the lamp is a symbol of the guiding light of Akatosh; oft with a pointed reminder that the faithful must know the hour is never too late to seek sanctuary. Martin thinks it a waste of oil.
The hiss of rain greets him at the threshold. This surprises him. Few sounds can pierce the thick and ancient stone, rendering the chapel an island unto itself while the world passes by outside. After a moment’s consideration he leaves the plate of scraps beneath the eaves, out of the weather. The primate probably wouldn’t approve of drawing the city’s ragged, skittish strays straight to their doorstep, but he hadn’t turned Martin away all those years ago.
He lights the lantern with a breath of fire from his palm. In the shadows that pool low in the streets, he spies a pair of eyes reflecting lamplight. Waiting for him to leave. As he pulls the heavy oaken door aside, a little grey blur shoots past him.
“Hey!”
The cat darts beneath benches and scrambles up tapestries to evade him. As she jumps down onto the crowded altar, he slips in a puddle left behind by her wet footprints, and throws up a hand to avoid cracking his head on the stone shelf. She dances expertly around the offerings with little mincing steps, not knocking so much as a stray petal loose. Martin, frantic, seizes his opportunity, only to knock an elbow into the statue of Akatosh, sending it wobbling on its base.
He steadies it and lets out a huff of relief. The cat eyes him warily for a moment, then looks away and begins licking rain from her paws with practiced indifference.
Martin eases himself down to a step below the altar, to sit and catch his breath. Watches the sand trickling down from the hourglass clutched in the dragon’s claw. This humiliating exercise took up a good half hour.
The cat leaps down and perches beside him, hunching into a contented little loaf. “Really,” he says flatly. She mewls in response. The little cat has a strange, rasping cry— only then does he notice the raw pink abscess on her neck, plastered with wet fur. The aftermath of a battle with one of the other strays, most like.
“It’s not easy out there, is it?” he sighs. She takes a cautious sniff of his offered hand and permits a scratch behind the ears. “Ah, well. That storm isn’t going anywhere, so you may as well stay.”
The last grain of sand falls to the bottom of the hourglass. Time for Martin to ascend the belltower and sound the hour out over the drowsing city. He crosses the chapel floor, his footsteps echoing in the emptiness, and then he hears a little chirp. The cat trots along behind him, with purpose and assurance, and he can’t help but smile at how quickly she decided she belongs here.
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andres-ortega · 10 months
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Rose oil. Red bottomed heels. Gold jewelry. Elley Duhe. Satin sheets. Black lingerie. Hospital waiting rooms. Lilies. Beach picnics. 
Just you. Only you.
Dre allowed grief to take over. Giving himself grace meant giving in to the pain, but only for a week. He’d let himself have this; these memories. He wouldn’t stop his mind from wandering when it thought of blonde hair, blue eyes, red lips. He let himself remember the tenderness of their connection. It was such a stark contrast to his agony, but he tried to remember that life was cruel, but their love was not.
A week of hardly moving, showering, or eating left Dre in a dried up haze. Reaching for his phone, he realized it was dead, and plugged it into the charger before dragging himself out of bed. What was meant to be a week of business and healing in Venice Beach had turned into a nightmare. Now, he tried to scrub the pain from his skin in a scalding hot shower. 
The problem with this kind of pain is that you have no choice but to face it. You either die, or you heal. Dre was somewhere in between that. Rotting away in an AirBnb isn’t exactly curative, but it wasn’t completely giving up either. He couldn’t do that.
After stepping out of the shower, Dre walked to the sink to brush his teeth. He stared at himself as he did so: his sunken eyes; his skinnier frame, and was shocked at how much could change in a week. Your weight, your coloring, your life. He was the hollow shell of a man but knew he needed to find the strength to march forward, even if it was just one step at a time.
Dre wrapped a towel around his waist and sauntered back into the bedroom, reaching for his phone in blind hope his favorite name would be the screen. When it wasn’t, his hand shook as he swiped the screen to delete the blood sugar monitoring app. He laid his head onto the pillow while grief came to him again as a sickness in the pit of his stomach. One more week wouldn’t hurt.
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What you should eat based on game vibes
Don’t know if someone has already done this but here we go:
SCK/SCK Remastered: PBJ sandwich, grilled cheeses sandwich, deli sandwich, soda in a can by day and glass bottle at night, chips, pigs in a blanket, cheeseits, an apple, milk in those paper cartons, crinkle fries with ketchup mustard mixed
STFD: fruit platters, coffee in a white mug ndwith a 90s logo, sautéed asparagus, stuffed mushrooms, NY pizza ordered late, gyro, sparkling water, strawberry shortcake, NY cheesecake
MHM: meat with a sweet glaze with mashed potato and boiled veggies, Chinese takeout ordered late, apple cider, pecan pie, pumpkin pie, ginger beer, stewed tomatoes
TRT: fondue stand, smoked ham, cebu lechon, pumpernickel bread with brier cheese , jam, jam cookies,hot cocoa, apple cinnamon tea, apple pie, toasted nuts, glazed carrots
FIN: popcorn, taffy, chalk candy, boiled peanuts, roasted corn, red liquorice, unbranded soda, peanut brittle
SSH: fruit platters, fruit drinks in watermelon and papaya, salsa, green salsa, avocados, grilled fish, lemon chicken, rotisserie, tortillas, lemonade, bean soup, barley and chicken in bell peppers, green tomatoes (in any form)
DOG: whiskey, stacked sandwiches (scooby doo style), pickles, banana peppers, fried fish, hot dogs, peach cobbler, blueberry juice, unidentifiable meat in a can stewed slowly over a fire, bread and butter with coffee in the morning
CAR: roasted corn, grilled seafood on a stick, boiled peanuts, cotton candy, ice cream, seafood medley, butter lobster, peach cobbler, aspirin, poutine, fish and chips, vinegar onions, korean corn dogs
DDI: clam chowder, seafood pasta, lemon butter pasta with lobster, steamed clams, rice porridge, blueberry muffins, sherbet, mint tea, coffee in a thermos
SHA: kidney beans stew, steak and potatoes, those tarts your get at bakeries, eggs and bacon with bread to sop up the yolk, hamburger steak with egg, hash browns, diner coffee, pancakes, grits with cheese
CUR: English breakfast, tea, vegetables with no seasoning, stewed chicken,mushy peas, cold cheese deli meats on bread, lamb chops, a ceramic jar of cookies kept just out of reach, hot milk before bed with a chocolate, ale
TRN: ratatouille, glazed veggies, pasta with a rue sauce, béchamel, fruit cocktail, gin and tonic, roasted potatoes, garlic bread, cherries, peach cobbler, smoked meats, fried chicken
CLK: peaches and cream, coffee with biscotti, illegal champagne, ribs, fried eggplant with marinara sauce, biscuits in gravy, rye bread, cherry tomatoes, crisp lettuce, grilled zucchini, stewed tomatoes, soft pretzels, apple pie with vanilla ice cream, iced tea
CRE: fish baked over a fire wrapped in banana leaves, pineapple salsa, grilled veggies on sticks, shrimp, any type of rice dish (jallop, pulao, spanish rice, fried rice etc.), citrus soda/lemonade, upside down pineapple cake, poke bowls
DAN: hot croissant with jam on one side and butter on the other, crème brûlée, mint tea, lavender cake, champagne, onion soup, charcuterie board, coq au vin, spinach soufflé, lobster bisque
ICE: honey cake, pancakes with maple syrup, grilled salmon with a maple syrup glaze served with wild rice and green beans, dijon mustard on bread, cranberry sauce, roast turkey, sweet potatoes
CRY: grilled seafood with cajun seasoning, beignets, doberge cake, couche couche with hotsauce, oysters, gin fizz, cognac, sherry, cafe au lait, dulce de leche, trout, seafood pie, crawfish, jambalaya, gumbo, red velvet cake
VEN: cappuccino, pasta with garlic and parmigiana, Neapolitan pizza, olives and capers, anchovies over bread, fried eggplants (no batter) in olive oil, rosemary and thyme infused oil with bread,
HAU: potatoes in every which way but especially roasted and mashed with butter, shepherds pie, mint tea, boiled peas, lamb chops, bread dipped in fresh buttermilk, Irish stew, sweet bread, Irish breakfast tea
RAN: cut fruit and grilled fish in a hallow pineapple, wild rice, ham or poultry with pineapple glaze, crackers, flatbread with grilled shrimp curry, coconut based curries, rotisserie style poultry, chutneys, apricot jam, jelly
WAV: croissants with orange marmalade and butter, mutton curry with jasmine rice, saffron rice with creamy chicken stew, sushi, seafood pasta, fruit bowls, overnight oatmeals, loaded potatoes, late night peanut butter snacking
TOT: Wisconsin cheese, vinegar pie, pecan pie, pumpkin pie, (all the pies from the Waitress), scrambled eggs with coffee, buttermilk soaked fried chicken, steak and potatoes, cornbread, chocolate chip cookies, chocolate dipped orange flavoured ice cream, steak and kidney pie
SAW: green tea, soba noodles, clear soups, pickled veggies, salmon on wheat crackers, roasted chestnuts, coffee spiced with oranges and cinnamon, sesame crackers (sweet and salty both), and yes, ramen
CAP: deli meats, assorted bread, honey mustard, butter, romadeur, dumplings, hollandaise sauce, fried potatoes (different styles), sausages, drumstick, cheese sticks, blanched vegetables, green apple sauce, custard, black forest cake
ASH: confetti cake, angel cake, BLT sandwiches, Caesar salad, lemon pasta, dill pickles, potato salad, quesadillas, steak, BBQ, deep dish pizza, carrots in ranch, chips, banana split
TMB: shawarma, falafel, cucumber salad, tahini, humus, garlic pita, grilled veggies, rice and spices baked in an earthen pot, kabob, grilled seafood, saffron rice, baklava, pistachio ice cream, date milkshake, beer
DED: vinegar chips, ice cold water, coffee from a dispenser in a styrofoam cup, stale snacks from a vending machine, peanut butter crackers, cheese crackers, baked goods in the morning, pad thai, fast food pizza, salad bar, trail mix
GTH: pecan pie, peach cobler, ground nuts, fried chicken, cheesy garlic bread, pimento cheese, chewy meat, BBQ, lemonade, sherry, gin, crawfish, pulled pork, rolls, soul food
SPY: haggis, mutton chops, Danish pastries, salmon with dill, pheasant, dundee cake, clam chowder, shortbread, coffee, Lincoln logs, smoked meats, clotted cheese, crackers, oatmeal with raisins, ale, whisky
MED: sushi, lemon grass tea, wheat grass shots, roasted sweet potato and yams with spices, pumpkin and squash stews, broiled veggies, rutabaga mash, rhubarb pie, steamed clams and mussels, truffle pasta
LIE: feta on bread with honey drizzle, greek yogurts with fresh cut fruit, fresh mozzarella over chicken salad, gyro, lamb rotisserie, shawarma, collared greens, pan fried seafood, steamed fish with lemon, carrot salad, pickled veggies, kefir, rice pudding
SEA: seafood buffet cooked every which way, skyr, salmon and haddock boiled with potatoes, dried seafood on bread, mutton soup, rice pudding, clear broth, veggie stew, mashed potatoes
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“ your eyes make my heart flutter . ”
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She   prepares   for   an   intimate   rendezvous,   searching   for   comfort   in   the   sultry   embrace   of   a   bubble   bath.   Bathtub   metamorphoses   into   a   shrine   of   love,   enlivened   by   the   translucent   radiance   of   burning   candles   that   cast   pirouetting   silhouettes   on   the   walls.   Rose   petals,   soft   &   aromatic,   float   suspended   on   the   water's   surface,   velvety   texture   a   portent   of   exquisite   delights   to   come.   Paramours   decant   essential   oils   into   the   steaming   bath,   fragrant   bouquets   of   lavender   &   bergamot   intermingling,   tempting   them   to   dismiss   their   anxieties   &   capitulate   to   the   sensations   of   the   moment.   They   immerse   themselves   in   the   tub,   adam's   wine   encompassing   their   contours   like   a   curative   brush,   bubbles   titillating   their   dermis   with   exuberant   kisses.
In   this   cocoon   of   intimacy,   they   lock   eyes,   their   souls   laid   bare   in   the   tenderness   of   the   moment.   Digits   entwine   beneath   the   water's   surface,   a   tacit   affirmation   of   their   connection,   their   love   a   palpable   presence.   External   world   dissipates, &   all   that   remains   is   the   cadence   of   their   synchronized   breaths   &   the   susurrus   of   water   against   dermis.   Time   appears   to   remain   still   as   they   indulge   in   the   warmth.   Rose   petals   adhere   to   their   bodies,   a   delightful   reminder   of   the   pulchritude   they   find   in   each   other.
Candlelight   flickers   across   her   countenance,   emitting   a   dulcet   glow   onto   her   flushing   cheeks.   Itachi's   utterances,   saturated   with   adoration,   make   her   heart   dance   like   the   wings   of   a   hummingbird.   Even   after   all   their   time   together,   she   still   finds   herself   flushing   at   his   affectionate   utterances.   It's   as   if   each   sweet   nothing   whispered   is   the   first.   ❝   I-Is   that   a   compliment?   ❞   Asks   coyly,   averting   her   eyes   momentarily   to   the   whirling   flame.   She   cannot   resist   the   magnetic   pull   of   his   gaze   for   long.   Her   own   eyes   find   their   way   back   to   his.   ❝ Anyways,   I   adore   you.   ❞  Breathes,   words   slipping   from   her   lips.   She   sinks   beneath   the   water's   surface,   submerging   herself   in   liquid   heat,   hues   peeking   just   above   the   waterline.
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NANCY DREW CASE FILES: 22
TRAIL OF THE TWISTER
In the heart of tornado country, a storm is brewing for an Oklahoma research team, set on winning a competition with $100,000,000 on the line. Mechanical mishaps and close calls for the team start to alert the possibility of sabotage, when it rains it pours.
Is it simply the work of faulty machinery? Or is there truly something far more dangerous to worry about than being in the path of tornados? or this team?
Keep your wits and eyes to the sky to see whether or not you can weather this storm and solve this case
Natasha McElhone as Debbie Kircum
The project manager, passionate and dedicated, handling the day to day operations, So most of the work. Leaving her uncredited for her contribution to the team. If Scott's the face of the team, Debbie is the brain. And what might one do to prove just how valuable they are?
Ncuti Gatwa as Frosty Harlow
Toby "Frosty" Harlow, the team's media expert, with his own close encounter to the dangers of storms, Hence the nickname, but with that attention he got his taste for fame. Is it possible it went to his head? And what might he do to stay on the good side of this competition? Would he sell out his own team just to make his dreams come true?
Leslie Jordan as Pa
Runs the Ma and Pa store, where the team gets all of their supplies. He's a beloved local, in with everyone in the town. With his own close encounter knowledge of the Oklahoma weather, which leads him to be very serious when it comes to storm safety. One wonders how close is too close? Would he stoop to sabotage to keep others from the storm's path? Or maybe to keep them coming back to his store?
Greg Kinnear as Scott Varnell
'Leader' of the Canute Storm Chasers and professor at the university, intuitive about storms, but not when it comes to working as a team player, unwilling to take responsibility, is he hiding his own faults? Or diverting attention away by playing the heartless boss?
Luke Grimes as Chase Releford
Meteorology undergrad student, spending his first season out in the field. A great mechanic, capable and knowledgeable of the workings of the cars and computers. Is it possible he's not as good as he thinks? are the workings of this case far more intricate than a machine, that possibly he's trying to oil over. Or with the perfect cover to stay behind while the others chase the storms, is he chasing something else?
7.DOG 9.DDI 10.SHA 11.CUR 13.TRN 15.CRE 16.ICE 17.CRY 22.TOT
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The entire African continent was an extremely civilized place by their own rich cultures, the time the first European travellers began discovering and later destroying her people and cultures.
“When they arrived in the Gulf of Guinea and landed at Vaida (in West Africa) the captains were astonished to find streets well laid out, bordered on either side for several leagues by two rows of trees; for days they travelled through a country of magnificent fields, inhabited by men clad in richly coloured garments of their own weaving! Further south in the Kingdom of the Congo, a swarming crowd dressed in `silk` and `velvet`; great States well-ordered, and down to the most minute details; powerful rulers, flourishing industries-civilized to the marrow of their bones. And the condition of the countries on the eastern coast- Mozambique, for example- was quite the same.”Leo Frobenius, `Histoire de la Civilisation Africaine`, quoted in Anna Melissa Graves, `Africa, the Wonder and the Glory,US, Black Classic Press, (originally 1942),pg4.
Portuguese missionaries wrote of the Kongo…” a well-organized political system with taxes and rates, there was a brilliant court,(and) a great civil service. The state constructed roads, imposed tolls, supported a large army and had a monetary system-of…shells, of which the Mani Congo…had a monopoly. The Congo Kingdom even had a few satellite states, for example the state of the Ngola (ie Ndongo) in present-day Angola. The original kingdom was about the size of France and Germany put together”.
“There is no doubting…the existence of an expert metallurgical art in the ancient Kongo; only the competition of objects from abroad and the slow deterioration brought about its decline. A further proof is provided by recent ethnographic documents. The Bakongo were aware of the toxicity of lead vapours. They devised preventative and curative methods, both pharmacological (massive doses of pawpaw and palm oil) and mechanical (exerting of pressure).
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