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orion4ever · 5 months

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Cove Holden x mc? Cove gets heatstroke when surfing with mc, and mc and cliff take care of him? Thanks 😊

Author’s note: I actually got heatstroke once while at a flea market , I had to sit down on the concrete lmao! I kept the step ambiguous enough, it could either be Step 2 or 3 depending on what you want! ^^

late note: i got this request so wrong 😦, I thought it said mc gets heatstroke..Whoops! Thats my mistake

Pairing: MC x Cove Holden

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He starts noticing instantly if you start showing signs of suffering a heat stroke.

Leaves you alone when you wave it off as the sun just making sluggish.

If you look like you’re about to pass out then expect Cove to guide you to a chair and give you some of his cold water.

He gets so worried about you and thought it was something more serious :(

Luckily both him and his father are both very sweet.

It was the hottest day of summer, at a more populated beach there was a surfing competition where you and Cove would be competing.

The two of you were very excited about it, you had been practicing together every day that you could and were confident that you would OBLITERATE every surfer there!

Cliff had been the first to volunteer to drive the two of you out of town to the beach in the neighboring town to compete.

You all sat in the car, Cove tapped his fingers on his thigh as he looked out the window.

You leaned on your side of the car and stared out the window too.

Cliff was keeping his eyes on the road but decided to start a conversation.

“So, you two excited?” He asked with an easy smile, already knowing the answer. Cove turned away from the window and gave a half excited nervous smile.

“Yeah. It’s going to be great” he said with a chuckle. “This would be the first time I will be surfing with other surfers though. What if I do badly” He asked, rubbing his nape.

“Don’t be so down on yourself, we’ve been practicing every day. Even if we aren’t as good, we made an effort!” You had encouraged, giving him a pat on the shoulder.

“You basically live in the ocean” You had added with a chuckle.

“Hey.” He said with a raised brow.

“MC is right, Son. What matters in the end is that you have fun.” Cliff added, peering into the rearview mirror to look at Cove.

“I guess you two are right. I am feeling a bit better about this.” Cove had said, now with a more sure smile.

That's the spirit, Bud. And perfect timing too. We’re here.” Cliff finished, now pulling into the beach parking lot and finding a spot.

The three of you filed out of the car and stood around. Cliff pulled out the beach bag your moms had prepared for them. (knowing him, he’d probably sit on the sand and forget to pack sunscreen)

“Okay, guys. Let’s put on some screen and Zinc…?” He questioned the last thing when noticing a small new packet of Zinc Surfer Sunscreen.

Before Cove could comment or protest, his dad squeezed a good chunk of it in his hands and covered Cove’s nose and cheeks with it.

“Ah-“ he said startled but accepted his fate of being properly sun-screened.

When Cliff was done he motioned for you to take the zinc and sunscreen so that you could apply your own.

You shook your head. “Nah. It's good. It’s even that sunny today.” You protested. “I barely wear sunscreen or ‘Zinc’ anyway.” You continued, you didn’t like how either of those felt on your face.

“I dunno…” Cliff said a little hesitantly.

“Mr.Holden, I promise I will be fine.” You tried and reassured with a laugh.

“Well okay then. You know what works for you. Tell me if you wanna reconsider later though, okay?” Cliff caved in.

“Of course! Now come on, we got a surfing competition to win.”

It had been three hours of the surfing competition. You and Cove were able to get first place in your age category and were rewarded with a humble-sized trophy.

Since the three of you drove out here, you may as well enjoy this new beach until it was time to go home.

While you and Cove talked, you began to feel a little lightheaded and your vision began to feel like you were spinning. You began to fan your face a little, maybe thinking that your surf suit was making it feel hotter.

“MC, are you ok?” Cove asked, noticing your behavior change.

“Yeah... I think the sun is making me sluggish or maybe I am just tired from the competition..?” You questioned.

“Do you want to sit down?” Cove asked.

“Nah. I am good. Let’s keep going, I think they’re giving out hotdogs over there.!

The sun was trying to boil you alive today.

Maybe this was the sun’s revenge on you, for not heeding your neighbor’s warning and putting sunscreen on.

You swayed and held your head, you felt so dizzy and nauseous. You decided that you needed a break and flopped onto the warm sand.

“MC?! A-are you ok?” Cove asked, turning around to see you helplessly lying on the ground.

“Ughhhh…” you groaned, feeling Cove’s arms on yours and hoisting you up as best as he could before he put you on his back for a piggyback ride.

“It’s fine, it’s fine! Let’s go get my dad” He tried and reassure you but you could hear the panic in his voice.

He carried you to where his dad had set up base, sitting on a towel that he had placed under an abandoned umbrella. When Cliff felt eyes on him he turned to Cove jogging towards him with you on his back and instantly got up.

“What's wrong?” He said, worried. He moved out of the way so that Cove could lay you on the towel. “I think they got heatstroke..”

Cliff got right into the action. “Cove stay here with them. I am getting a bucket of ice and water.” He instructed before quickly sprinting off to whatever lifeguard tower he could find.

Cove sat next to you and used the corner of the tower to wipe the sweat from your forehead. “Were you feeling sick earlier?” He asked, earning a slight nod from you.

“It's ok. We will uh get you something cold to drink, maybe you should unzip the top part of your surf suit.” Cove suggested.

You agreed and shed off the top layer of the suit, leaving you in your swim top/bare chest. Cliff had made his entrance again, this time with three bottles in a bucket of ice and a towel.

“I got the stuff- and good job. They need as much cold air as they can get.” He commended Cove before kneeling next to you and opening a cold bottle of water. “Here, make sure to take big gulps,” Cliff said, leaning you on the beach bag so that you could properly rehydrate.

It was just you sipping as much water as you could while Cove drenched the towel in the ice water and placed it on the back of your neck, after a while you felt much better.

Cliff had joked that the sun was trying to turn you to ash while Cove kept asking if it was you not wearing the sunscreen or if it was you not getting enough cold water in your system.

You felt better but you felt even more better knowing you had amazing guys around to help you.

#olba #our life beginnings & always #fanfic #orion4ever #gb patch #olba cliff #olba cove #cove holden x mc #cove holden #cove holden x reader #cliff holden

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hometoursandotherstuff · 2 years

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This is so awesome. When the sun fades behind the rooftops, photographer Alan Cornu packs up his gear, puts on his boots and heads to the nearest ladder that will lead him to the most secret views of Paris. Up there is where he does his magic, photographing the rooftop view of the city.

It’s difficult to get the shot you’re trying to achieve at night.

The beauty of Paris is overwhelming whether you’re walking its streets or looking down at it from above, but not a lot of us get to see it from above.

One must wonder how he skips across these rooftops.

He lived in an attic room as a student in the 80s.

From time to time, we’re even treated to surreptitious views through an open window.

He addresses not only famous monuments, but also the iconic images of the Parisian skyline.

Charming interior courtyards, chimney pipes, tiny skylights and gently sloping zinc rooftops — iconic images of Paris.

“I wanted to set my story at night, when the city, like a big animal that ran all day long, gets her breath back and finds its intimacy. The artificial lights structure the space and help me compose my images,” explained Alan.

Gargoyles.

“When I take pictures, I put myself in a contemplative state which makes me look at things differently. And, besides composition, I’m focused in details, matters, and light,” said Alan.

https://www.instagram.com/alaincornuphoto/?hl=en

#rooftops of paris #paris at night #photography #alan cornu #long post

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larkral · 6 months

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Oh, hey. I continue to be absolutely buried under the fact that I'm buying a house in (checks watch) five days. Things are chaotic and stressful and wonderful and busy.

But also my wife is out of town this week for work, so that means my time is completely my own for the two hours between my children going to sleep and me going to sleep, and I refuse to pack without her, so I've been getting some writing done. Yay!

Here's a snippet from my @carryon-reverse-bang beach piece

Snow laughs as he throws himself onto the towel at my side. "Hungry?" I hand him the sunscreen. "Starving." He takes the sunscreen from me and crawls up behind where I'm sitting to rummage in his bag. He hands me a paper-wrapped scone. He's at my feet now, cradling the arch of one foot in his hand, squeezing zinc oxide into his palm. Snow's hands are warm. He's always so warm. The ball of his thumb runs up the arch of my foot and I can't keep myself from groaning. The sound of his snicker barely reaches me. It feels so good that it almost hurts. My eyes close. I feel them leaking at the corners. I want to sob with relief at how good it feels. He keeps rubbing my feet, pressing the blood into my toes, bending them, turning my ankles. I don't know if he can see that I'm crying. I lie back and toss my arm over my face. There's a scone still in my hand. I take a bite. When the scone is gone, the foot massage is over too, and Simon's next to me. He presses himself into my side, and I leech away all of the heat his body is willing to give me.

I've also been doing a lot of podfic editing, and posted the first of the podfics I've been working on. I used sound effects to denote text messages. Someone tell me if this was a bad idea 🤣

Tags and hellos under the cut!

Thanks for tagging me @wellbelesbian @aroace-genderfluid-sheep and @artsyunderstudy! So many fun and different concepts today, I love it!

Hello and join the party, fandom friends! @stitchyqueer @thewholelemon @confused-bi-queer @raenestee @facewithoutheart @cutestkilla @hushed-chorus @sillyunicorn @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @basiltonbutliketheherb @ileadacharmedlife @asocialpessimist @bookish-bogwitch @aristocratic-otter @captain-aralias @petedavidsonscock @takitalks @yeonjunenby @carryonvisinata @takenabackbytuesdays @martsonmars @nausikaaa @nightimedreamersghost @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @ionlydrinkhotwater @shrekgogurt @forabeatofadrum @palimpsessed @fatalfangirl @blackberrysummerblog @valeffelees @imagineacoolusername @orange-peony @j-nipper-95 @whogaveyoupermission @rimeswithpurple @youarenevertooold

#wip wednesday #feet buried in the sand #snowbaz #help me put on my sunscreen #is the prelude to this scene #OR IS IT!?

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zephyrmonkey · 2 years

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The Idiot Girlfriend Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: The reader learns a valuable lesson after making an idiot mistake.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: Reader talks about having a stomach ache, nausea, and diarrhea.

Word Count: 723 words

A/N: If anyone’s wondering who the idiot was that gave me the idea to write this. The answer is…me. I’m the idiot, this actually happened to me. 🤦

A groan from the couch brought Bucky out of his thoughts. Changing his course from the kitchen for a late-night snack to the living room which had the TV as the only light in the room, he saw his girlfriend, (y/n).

“Doll? What are you doing up this late? I thought you have a mission in the morning?”

Another groan escaped her lips as she tiredly sat up.

“Canceled it. I don’t feel good.”

Bucky immediately went into panic mode. “What’s wrong? When did you start feeling like this? What hurts? On a scale of 1 to 10 how bad is your pain?”

(y/n) weakly lifted her hand to stop him from continuing his questioning. “I’m just an idiot that’s all.”

Bucky looked at her confused and chuckled lowly. “How does being an idiot relate to you getting sick?”

Before she answered, (y/n) placed her head on Bucky’s shoulder and took a deep breath.

“You know how after training with Nat earlier I said that I was exhausted and if I was going on that mission tomorrow, I’m going to need energy?”

“Yes?” Bucky was still confused, but he went along with it.

“Well...” (y/n) started her explanation again. “I went to drink some Emergin-C and I may have made a mistake.”

Bucky turned his head as much as he could with his girlfriend on his shoulder. Looking at his face contorted in confusion, (y/n) would’ve laughed if she wasn’t feeling as bad as she was. Instead, she closed her eyes and prepared for the next part of her story.

“When I read the packaging, it said that one pack should be dumped into 4-6oz of water. So, I took a water bottle, that has about 16oz of water in it, and did some quick math.”

At this point, Bucky started to realize where the story was going.

“I thought that if one pack equals 4-6oz of water then, three pack equals 12-18oz of water. So, I put three packets of Emergin-C in my water bottle and drank it.”

(y/n) let out a weak laugh and lifted her head to look Bucky in the eye, who was looking at her with horror.

“I started to feel ill after drinking about 2/3 of the bottle. And after rereading the packet it turns out that ages 14 and above should only have one packet per day.

So, after doing a quick Google search, my stomach ache, nausea, and diarrhea is a side effect of having about three times the normal dosage of Vitamin C, Zinc, and other antioxidants in my system.”

(y/n) gave her boyfriend a weak smile to try and convince him that everything was alright. Needless to say, she was failing, miserably.

After a few moments of staring at her with his mouth agape, Bucky gently wrapped his arm around (y/n) and placed her head on his chest, which caused her to hear him lightly chuckling.

“Who knew that being an idiot could cause you to get sick?”

(y/n) rolled her eyes, but didn’t say anything, since she knew this was coming and he was doing it out of love, she let Bucky joke about for a few more minutes as she relished in the comforting feeling of her boyfriend holding her.

Once Bucky was done, he asked her a question she was prepared for. “Do you know how long you’ll be feeling like this?”

She shrugged. “Not long, I hope. The internet said that it has to flush out of my system.”

Bucky looked at her confused. It was rare moments like there’s that reminded (y/n) that Bucky was from a different time. As back then they didn’t talk about things like this.

“Pee, Buck. I’m going to have to pee out the Vitamin-C.”

He nodded in understanding before he asked another question. “What do you need to feel better?”

(y/n) smiled at this. “Some water, a puke bucket just in case, and…your cuddles.”

Bucky gently kissed her on the forehead and quickly left to get what she needed.

A few minutes later, he came back with everything she asked for and settled down to cuddle his girlfriend.

“I hoped you learned a valuable lesson today, Doll.” Bucky told her after getting into a comfortable position.

She tiredly nodded as she leaned in him further.

“Always read the directions thoroughly before use.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x avenger!reader #marvel #mcu #bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #marvel cinematic universe #bucky barnes x female reader #mcu fanfiction #this author is an idiot #real life to fanfiction

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fuckingpajamas · 6 months

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Homesick chapter 25 preview

Considering Tumblr is easily my favorite platform and has so many wonderful Homesick based interactions- here's a snippet of chapter 25 which is halfway done and clocking in at 13 pages! Enjoy~ CHAPTER 25: THE COMPOUND PREVIEW

Arriving at the scene felt like breathing fresh air after clenching your lungs for an eternity. John took in the scene, eyes narrowing at an odd familiarity that resided somewhere within his chest. Scared wasn’t the right word but he was nervous, the same as everyone else. Whatever lie beyond those compound doors wouldn’t prove itself an easy task to conquer.

“There’s two entrances I can see. One is near the front of the building and the other is on the East side. It’s inside of a fenced area though…- I’ll have to get closer to see the rest.”

As the building came closer into view, John made sure to stand in front of the pack, eyes carefully absorbing whatever information and relaying it to the team. The hallways and tunnels connected to the compound seemed to hold voids of nothingness, leaving gaps in the infrastructure which could only mean they’d lined certain parts with zinc. When the group broke he followed the planned path they had laid out, walking towards the front entrance with his fists clenched so tight his knuckles were pale.

The operation felt oddly underprepared on their enemies side and John noted so as he walked up to two guards standing against the entrance, readily firing at him as the bullets ricocheted harmlessly.

In one swift motion John ripped off the jaws of the men who'd been shooting at him and instantly felt a wave of trepidation wash over him. Kicking in the doors, he took a few automatic steps forward before he stalled.

Walking into the building, a sudden buzzing rang out in his ears and the walls felt like a living, breathing creature. It wasn’t until John took a moment to take in the sights that memories came flooding back, a room ahead containing a furnace that made his stomach drop and his skin cold. He hadn’t even realized the alarms had gone off, a loud siren accompanied by red flashing lights trailing the hallway ahead.

A canister hit the ground with an obnoxious clack, the metal rattling before a gas began to sizzle out. His face turned to something much more twisted as he looked down with a feral grin, taking a deep breath as he quickly placed the smell. Novichok. His familiarity with the scent was due to his dear old dad, considering it was all it took to put him down. But not Homelander. Homelander was nothing like his father.

Giving an unimpressed look, the once adored hero crushed the can under his foot, slowly walking forward before he quickly grabbed one of the men responsible, a hand thrusting into his abdomen as he ripped his spine out from the front. The next kill was quick, effortlessly cutting two men in half as they turned to run, the rest of their group opening fire as they tried to keep Homelander at bay.

None of it was enough. It was never enough. And these lab walls knew that truth all too well.

It was a good thing that Billy Butcher and his team were trained for this sort of thing. Once the wheels started moving on an operation like this, there wasn't time to panic or hesitate. Butcher and Kimiko had made short work of the back door, sending the group flooding in through the back. With Annie acting like a flash bang of sorts, the group that had been at the south entrance had very, very little chance. The ones that didn't just go running, anyway.

Wisely, the dark haired supe storming the halls hadn't chosen to fully reveal his cards yet. Flying off would have left his team alone at his flank and because of this he chose to walk at a slow pace down into the facility. A small team of two armed personnel rounded the corner, only for a bright flash of gold to send the hall in front of them quiet again.

The men stood there for a half second on their feet before they simply slid apart at the torso, falling apart like a poorly made sandwich. The audible gasp behind Butcher made him whirl around quickly, only to see his own team gawking and making various 'what the fucks' in a gallery behind him.

"Oh get the fuck over yourselves." He rolled his eyes, pulling back the fabric of his trench coat clear before kicking the steel door blocking their way clean off its hinges. The metal made a high pitched, warping sound as it flung off down the hallway.

"Incroyable. That's a trick I wish you would have 'ad sooner, yeah?" Frenchie laughed maniacally as he marched off down the hallway with the others, the lights overhead flashing between normal lighting and red in intervals that unnerved him.

The group came to a nexus of the hallways, hearing evacuation calls go out over the radio of one of the unconscious guards behind him.

Butcher looked genuinely lost as he looked down each of the halls, trying his best to listen. Everything in this place was lined with unforgiving, echoic metals that made tracking Ryan down impossible, and for once he really did wish he had John's powers.

MM came up behind him, gesturing him along.

"The four of you, go that way. If you find Ryan, radio us. Get him and get out, don't wait.--Me and Butcher go this way."

It was an uneven split but the math added up.

The group talked midst themselves for a second, but Butcher wasn't listening. He could only hear an odd, high pitched sound shifting through the building that made him say nothing more and go running down the hall. MM scrambled to catch up to him as they tore off on their own.

"You hear somethin'?" MM asked, coming up next to him.

"No, I don't. Save for the door teams... That's what worries me. Don't hear no panic. No employees. No John, either." Billy gave a worried look behind them, wondering just where he was in the complex. There was no way he'd pass up an opportunity to murder everyone in sight, right?

After taking another ominously darker hallway, the two found themselves cutting through a rather large laboratory. They crossed in silence, noting the cabinet doors all wide open and seemingly abandoned. No bodies, no abandoned coffee mugs. Nothing to denote that the place had been 'evacuated'.

"Looks like this place has been empty for awhile." Butcher's partner said, keeping his voice quiet beside him as he stopped, shining the light hooked to the end of his gun onto the wall. There were a few X-rays and scans of ... well, from the size? What appeared to be children. "This must be where they moved their fucked up experiments to, after John." Until next time folks! Find us on Tumblr, Twitter (@Oi_C_NT and @fuckingpajamas) as well as Ao3!

#fuckingpajamas and irish #fuckingpajamas #homesick #my post #fanfic #butchlander #preview #butcher #william butcher #john gillman #ryan butcher #marvin milk #frenchie #kimiko

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earthleave · 3 months

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#shorts #deer #trees #shrubs #brown spots #grasses #deer meat #halal to consume #low in fat #high in protein #meat #packed with zinc #vitamin B #venison

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mashriqiyyah · 6 months

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If we want to promote the boycott of is-not-reali products, we need to give substitutes and options for it.

Now, I also remember sisters asking me for my skincare/haircare routines, and I wanted to give a detailed article on that, but now it ain't about the time.

So, here, I'll try to compile these two topics.

Skincare that's effective without using any israeli/american product.

First of all, I don't have a skincare routine. I don't follow any step by step process. But, I do use products that help me keep my skin clean and hydrated.

And the most important advice I'll give to sisters is not to go for "skincare brands" that give pea sized products in bag size money. These industries are mostly scam. Always go for drugstore products. Those that are created for medicinal purposes oriented towards genuinely healing the skin problems. And if you don't have any active skin problems, don't expose your face to various products for achieving "perfect skin". There's nothing like that. Normal skins have occasional pimples, pigmentations, dark spots and uneven texture.

Anyway.

If you're going for drugstore products...

Go for phrama companies like Cipla and Reddy's Laboratories.

I personally use Reddy's Venusia Max moisturizer as my skin gets extremely dry often. If you have dry n normal (combination) skin you can use it. And if you have oily skin, go for squalane based moisturizers from Derma Co.

Next in line, if you want to use any serums, vit C is best for skins and there's a product by Cipla "Rivella Vit C and HA Serum" it's soothing, and effective. Alhamdulillah.

As a face cleanser or what you call as face wash, there are very brilliant new company products from DeConstruct that I love love love because they are so gentle on face and keep your pH balance and moisture intact (great substitute for Dove soap)

Then there's one more important aspect on skincare that's protection from UV...so you'll need a sunscreen. Go for Regaliz Truederma SPF 50. It's efficient. Alhamdulillah. Or Minimalist Suncreen spf 60 + Niacinamide incase you wanna go economically minimalistic. Derma Co Zinc Sunscreen is good too (one that comes in orange coloured pack)

Now, these four things are more than enough to keep your skin good.

Cleanser, Serum, Moisturizer, Sunblock.

Apart from that if you still wanna have some extra products...not from drugstore but excellent Indian brands...then Go for Pilgrim or Minimalist. They have best the ranges in every product.

And then comes Haircare...

Boycott Garnier. Boycott Loreal Paris. Boycott Head n Shoulders.

Go for St. Botanica. The Shampoos are sooooo great. Allahummaabaarik. SLS, Paraben Free, Actually formulated for cleaning dirt from hairs and reduce hair problems. Conditioners too are effective and they actually work as they advertise. If not St. Botanica, mamaearth would be good...but I didn't see it's results as best as St. Botanica.

For lipbalms though, you can go for Mamaearth. The shades are subtle and help keep your lips hydrated and avoid pigmentations. Stop using Ponds, Vaseline, Nivea. .PLEASE!!!! Their lipbalms do nothing but make your lips darker and greasy.

Makeup, I don't use tbh. But few years back, I had gotten a lipstick from MyGlamm and a Foundation of Biotique. They were good. You can go for it.

Bodywashes, Feet scrubs - Bodywise

Hair removal gels/creams - Sirona

Perfumes - Ajmal / Maison De Fouzdar are best. No doubt.

I'm sharing this post not to promote any sort of "self care" in this situation....but as an essential need of substitutes. Infact these substitutes are way better and effective than the Israeli American products we've been wasting our money on.

I have tried to mention most of the things used by women because that's the biggest market for Israeli products.

If you are an Indian, promote Indian brands 'cause we gotta "make in India" ;)

For that we need to use only that which is "made in India"

Go ahead...you can add anything else I might've missed. And yes...If any Mother's seeing this, let us know baby products that are made in India.

- Umm Taimiyyah 🕊️

#health #fashion #beauty #boycott starbucks #boycott mcdonalds #boycott israel #boycott disney #boycott American goods #makeinindia #madeinindia #skincare #haircare #tumblrpost #free gaza #free palestine #stop palestinian genocide #reblog this

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platinumindustriesmumbai · 10 months

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Learn About The Different Products Of PVC Stabilizer

Know about the different products of PVC stabilizer. Take a look at this blog for the best zinc stearates, calcium zinc stabilizer and PVC one pack stabilizer.

#Calcium zinc stabilizer #PVC one pack stabilizer #PE wax manufacturers #Zinc stearates

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beautyandlifestyleblog86 · 21 days

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Here are three meal prep recipes that incorporate magnesium, zinc, B vitamins, healthy carbs, and healthy proteins:

1. Quinoa and Black Bean Stuffed Peppers:

- Ingredients:

- 4 bell peppers

- 1 cup quinoa, rinsed

- 1 can black beans, drained and rinsed

- 1 onion, diced

- 1 red pepper, diced

- 1 can diced tomatoes

- 1 tsp cumin

- 1 tsp chili powder

- Salt and pepper to taste

- 1/2 cup shredded cheese (optional)

Instructions:

1. Preheat oven to 375°F.

2. Cut the tops off the bell peppers and remove the seeds. Place the peppers in a baking dish.

3. In a large skillet, sauté the onion and red pepper until softened. Add the quinoa, black beans, diced tomatoes, cumin, chili powder, salt, and pepper. Cook for another 5 minutes.

4. Fill the bell peppers with the quinoa and black bean mixture. Top with shredded cheese, if desired.

5. Cover the baking dish with foil and bake for 25-30 minutes, or until the peppers are tender.

2. Lemon Herb Salmon with Roasted Vegetables:

- Ingredients:

- 4 salmon fillets

- 1 lemon, sliced

- 2 tbsp olive oil

- 1 tsp dried thyme

- 1 tsp dried rosemary

- Salt and pepper to taste

- 2 sweet potatoes, diced

- 1 broccoli crown, chopped

- 1 red onion, sliced

- 2 tbsp balsamic vinegar

Instructions:

1. Preheat oven to 400°F.

2. Place the salmon fillets on a baking sheet and top with lemon slices. Drizzle with olive oil and sprinkle with thyme, rosemary, salt, and pepper.

3. In a separate baking dish, toss the sweet potatoes, broccoli, and red onion with olive oil, balsamic vinegar, salt, and pepper.

4. Roast both the salmon and vegetables in the oven for 20-25 minutes, or until the salmon is cooked through and the vegetables are tender.

3. Chickpea and Spinach Curry:

- Ingredients:

- 1 can chickpeas, drained and rinsed

- 1 onion, diced

- 2 cloves garlic, minced

- 1 tbsp curry powder

- 1 tsp turmeric

- 1 can coconut milk

- 2 cups spinach

- Cooked brown rice for serving

Instructions:

1. In a large skillet, sauté the onion and garlic until softened. Add the chickpeas, curry powder, and turmeric. Cook for 5 minutes.

2. Pour in the coconut milk and simmer for 10 minutes.

3. Stir in the spinach and cook until wilted.

4. Serve the chickpea curry over brown rice.

These meal prep recipes are packed with magnesium, zinc, B vitamins, healthy carbs, and healthy proteins to keep you nourished and satisfied throughout the week. Enjoy!

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lotrefcp · 10 months

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Hidden Away - Chapter 11

pairing/AU: Javier Peña x female!reader

summary: When the DEU fails to catch Escobar you are sent to Bogotá to help the team.

warnings: I don't understand this so just gonna say mature content, 18+

word count: 3400+

Chapter 11

There were four buildings scattered around the commune that Escobar used to pack the doses of cocaine that went from there to Mexico and that entered the United States through its border. But it was also there that he kept a large amount of money, to pay the people who worked there and to always have it on hand in case of need. And so there were also four tactical teams ready to start the operation, as soon as Carrillo indicated it. The Coronel led one of the teams, Trujillo led the second one, Peña was with the northern team, and your team was led by Murphy, with you right behind him.

With a badge attached to the waistband of your pants, a vest and with a gun in your hands, everyone walked very slowly so as not to draw anyone's attention. The military ordered people who were on the street to enter their homes, without making any kind of noise, with the promise that they would be punched or even shot if they tried to warn Escobar's men. The pounding of boots on the dirt that covered the roads was drowned out by the sound of passing cars.

The teams were all ready, at the door of each of the buildings that had been indicated to them. From your walkies a voice came.

“Everyone in position?” Carrillo asked.

“Everything ready.”, Peña replied immediately, under a window next to the door through which they would enter in seconds.

“In position.”, Trujillo said next.

“In position.” Steve repeated.

“Okay, let's go then. Now.”, Carrillo said from the other side of the device. And so the raid began.

Peña continued down until he reached the doorknob with his hand, opening it suddenly, at the same time as he got to his feet and drew his gun. “All hands in the air. Not a single movement.”, Peña shouted as he entered the small room. The people who were sitting at the small tables working raised their hands, shaking without knowing very well what was going on, but soon the shots began to pass close to the soldiers.

Pablo's sicarios guarding that space ducked for cover and started shooting. A shot hit the leg of one of the men in Javier's group and he, looking for where the bullet had come from, fired twice until he saw the man's body lying on the ground, bleeding. By this time, two other men who worked for Escobar were already on the floor, both dead, but some had started to run towards the back of the house. Peña ordered two of his men to stay there to ensure that no one left and, with the other soldiers, went in pursuit of those who had managed to escape. Upon reaching the back door, he was faced with a wall that he quickly jumped over, finding the main road on the other side. He and another man went one way while the other two went in the opposite direction. Going slowly, gun in hand and looking from one side to the other, he advanced until he saw, in a street perpendicular to the one he was in, one of the men who had fled. He started to run after him, stopping sometimes to try to have his sights on him but without success. Suddenly the man disappeared down some stairs on the right side of the street and Javier continued his pursuit, sweat running down his back, his hair now curly from the humidity sticking to his forehead and neck, his chest burning with every breath of hot air that filled his lungs. Seeing that he couldn't keep his distance to Javier going down the stairs, the man jumped the wall that served as a handrail and landed on top of a zinc roof, where he rolled over his body, getting back up and returning to a running pace. Javi did the same but managed to land on his feet, being able to keep running without stopping and gaining some space between himself and the guy he was chasing. The two jumped from rooftop to rooftop until Escobar's sicario jumped again onto the road that was now descending, giving him a greater opportunity to get ahead. But Javi jumped too and landed on top of him. He spun the man around to face him, grabbing him by the collar and delivering a punch that instantly broke his nose and painted his face red. The man managed to fight under Peña and, with brute strength, he pushed Javi off him, getting back on his feet and starting to run but Javi already had his gun pointed and, with a single shot, he threw him into the floor.

He approached him and, with his foot, turned his body, eyes open staring at the blue sky, eyes open but lifeless. He grabbed his walkie and got in touch with the two men he'd sent after the other guy. “Ricardo, how are you?” he asked one of the soldiers.

“Heading to the jeep with the fugitive, with his hands behind his back.”, Ricardo replied.

"Good job. I'm going back to the building to help the others with the people who stayed there.”, he ended up saying. He put the walkie in his belt and the gun in the back, in the waistband of his pants. He was about to start walking when he heard a shot close to where he was. With all the way he had covered running after the man who was now dead in the middle of the road, he had approached the area where you and Steven were performing. He soon went towards you running.

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“Okay, let's go then. Now.” And as soon as Steve heard those words he, who was leaning against the door of the old building, moved away enough to gain a foothold and, throwing himself against it, knocked it to the floor, falling over it. The women who worked there started to get up but soon you appeared telling them to stop and to keep their hands in sight. You saw a man pick up his gun and you immediately shot him, making him hit the wall behind him with the force of the bullet going through his stomach. Steve was already standing beside you and also shooting at all those who did not follow your orders and who took up their weapons against you. The rest of the military entered behind you and fired to kill. The mission was to shake up Pablo's business, regardless of the death toll. The more bodies bleeding across the cement floor the better, none could escape. And so, when Steven saw one of the sicarios running away, he started going after him. When you saw him in pursuit you started running too, after killing another one, but he was already going through the open gate at the end of the property where the first man had gone. Normally it would be easy for you to catch up while running but now you realized the pain that ran through your arm with the movements you made whenever you took one more step at speed. Steven was still in hot pursuit when he reached a curve. He stopped running and pulled up behind the house that was there and, slowly, he peered to find out if he could see the man who was ahead of him.

Soon he had to hide again when he saw the guy with a gun in his hand firing in his direction. The bullet went straight ahead and, looking carefully again, Steve saw that the man had resumed his flight and ran back after him. With the pause that the two men made, you managed to get closer and you could see Steve walking down the road in front of you. The man jumped a wall and fled through the houses that were there but Murphy climbed the same wall and continued in pursuit. You knew you wouldn't be able to get over the wall because of your arm so you decided to keep running along the road, around the cluster of houses where Steve had entered after Pablo's man. After passing a few more walls Murphy returned to the road and, pausing for a while, raised the gun to fire but a bullet went right in front of him. When he looked to the side, he saw a child with a gun pointed at him.

“Okay, I get it,” Murphy said as he tucked his gun in the back of his pants and raised his hands. "What is your name? Qual es tu nombre?”, he asked the kid in front of him. “You can put the gun down. See, I don't have anything in my hands anymore. Everything is fine, okay?" But the boy kept his finger on the trigger. You had reached the curve that would take you to the road where Steven was when you stopped as Murphy had done earlier to see if the path was clear. That's when you saw your colleague with his back to you, hands in the air and with his gun away. Gun in hand, you moved forward and placed yourself next to Murphy to shoot whoever was threatening him and then you found yourself face to face with a child with a gun in his hand. A child. How far could Escobar go? You continued with your gun pointed at the kid asking him to put his gun down.

“Baja la pistola.” (Put down the pistol.), you said, never thinking of having to say such a thing to a child that age. “Ponlo en el suelo.” (Put it down on the floor.)

“Do what she says.”, Steve said.

“No quiero disparar, pero lo haré si tengo que hacerlo.” (I don't want to shoot but I will if I have to.), you said again.

The boy began to lower the gun slowly. “Asi, lentamente.” (Just like that, slowly.), you continued, now in a calmer tone. “Así.” But suddenly the boy smiled as if the whole thing was a joke and he raised the gun again towards Murphy, his finger putting more and more pressure on the trigger.

He was about to fire when you hit him below the left shoulder, sending him straight to the ground. “No.”, you shouted as you ran towards him. You tore the bottom of your t-shirt and, kneeling down, tried to stop the bleeding. “Murphy, call for help and come over here and apply pressure too.” You were doing everything you could to save that child when Peña suddenly appeared, running. When he got close to you, you were sitting on the ground, legs bent and your eyes fixed on something beside you. Murphy was on his knees looking at it as well.

“Are you all right?”, Peña asked worriedly, still going towards you. When he arrived, he saw the kid's body on the floor. "What happened here?"

You got on your feet with difficulty, shook the dirt out of your pants and left without saying a word, towards your jeep.

“Y/N.”, Javi continued but you were already far away.

“Let her go.”, Steve ended up saying.

"What just happened?"

“She just saved my life.”

"What? How?"

“Killing him.”, Steve concluded, looking at the small body lying on the floor in front of him.

The operation had been a success, despite the deaths of some soldiers, one from Javi's team and two from Trujillo's. The Search Bloc seized all the drugs and money they could find in the four locations they attacked, thus giving Escobar's operation in Medellin a big shake-up.

“Today we managed to achieve the goals we set for ourselves. So I want to congratulate everyone. You can disperse. Y/N.”

“Yes Colonel?”, you said as you approached him, eyes looking ahead, back straight and hands behind them, clasped one in the other.

"Are you all right?"

"Of course. As the colonel said, the operation was a success.”

“I already know what happened to you today. It is never easy to kill someone but it becomes much worse when that someone is a child.”

“I just did my job. He was a threat to me and Agent Murphy, so I had to fire. You have nothing to worry about.”

“Still, I think you should find someone to talk to.”

“Thank you very much but I have nothing to say to anyone. I'm fine.”, you ended up saying looking him in the eyes, clasping your hands more and more behind your back, trying to look calm.

You got into Javi's jeep, with Steve in the front passenger seat. You were silent all the way to your workplace, looking out the window next to you, your leg in a constant movement that showed the stress and pressure you felt. Peña looked at you in the rearview mirror and tried to think of something he could say to calm you down but nothing felt right. Steve broke the silence.

"Y/N, I'm sorry I put you in that position."

“You don't have to apologize. You were in a dangerous situation and I did my job. Nothing else."

“Thank you for saving me then.”

“Again, no need to thank me. That's what partners are for.”, You ended the conversation with a forced smile, a slight lift in the right corner of the your lips, almost imperceptible.

Already at your desk you started to fill in the report of what had happened that day. Next to you, Peña already had a lit cigarette in his mouth, trying to look at you discreetly. Steve couldn't take his eyes off you either. When you were about to start describing what had happened when you saw Murphy with his hands in the air being threatened by a kid, too young to be in such a situation, you started to feel the drops of sweat running down the back of your neck, down to the inside of your blouse which you had changed to, having arrived there with you tshirt torn apart and full of blood. Your hands started to shake and you even dropped the pen between your fingers.

“Are you okay?”, Peña asked.

"I already said yes. Stop asking me that. I just need to freshen up.”, you said getting up and going to the bathroom. You turned on the faucet and, with your hands full of water, you passed them over your face and neck.

When you looked in the mirror you saw that your eyes were darkened, your body trembling slightly. You wet your face again and leaned your hands on the sink, closing your eyes and trying to control your breathing and thus your body as well. When you felt able, you took the towel that was there, cleaned yourself up and went back to your desk. Nobody said anything for the rest of the day until you left.

You got home and, like every other day, you put down your gun, your badge and your suitcase and went to your room to get ready to take a shower. Under it, you let the cold water run over your entire body, scrubbing too hard, trying to get rid of the feeling you had all day of being covered in that child's blood. You felt the heat of the red liquid covering your arms, belly, chest and legs on which you knelt trying to save his life. You got out of the shower, dried your hair with a small towel and went back to your room where you put on the usual oversize tshirt you used to sleep in or at least spend the night in. You couldn't think about eating but you went to the kitchen to fill a glass of water. The heat and humidity of your home penetrated into every pore of your skin and you felt suffocated. Glass in hand, you went back to the living room and opened the window, walking from one side to the other, trying to forget the images that refused to leave your mind. You on your knees, with a piece of your shirt under your hands, putting pressure on the wound, Steve on the other side of the body trying to perform compressions, trying to save the life of the person that had threatened his life. “I did what I had to.”, you said out loud to yourself. “He was going to kill Steve. I did that to save him.”, you continued. “He was going to kill him. I did what I had to do.” And finally, the lifeless body in front of you invaded your memory again, making you throw the class you still held in your hand against the wall. You also threw the pile of books you had beside you to the floor and with a scream you leaned against the wall, letting yourself fall until you were sitting on the floor, with your legs bent in front of your face, head resting on your knees. And only then did you let the tears leave your eyes, moaning with pain and guilt.

In the apartment next door Javi was sitting on his couch, feet propped on the table in front of him and a cigarette smoldering on his lips. He was worried about you and he couldn't shake the urge to go to you and do whatever he could to make you feel better. It was at that moment that he heard the noise coming from your house, the glass shattering on the wall and falling to the floor, your scream. He got up and knocked on your door.

“Y/N? Are you okay? Do you need help?” he asked. From the other side of the door there was no answer. He knocked again. “Y/N, answer me. Open the door." Nothing. Worry began to mount, and after thinking about what he should do for a while, he ran against the door with his right arm and shoulder and forced it open. You didn't even move. At the end of the room he saw you on the floor, face covered, sobbing uncontrollably. “Y/N!” He pushed the door to close as he could behind him and walked towards you. He crouched in front of your body. “Y/N. Look at me.”, he said but you kept your head between your legs. “Look at me.”, he repeated placing his hand on your chin forcing you to lift your head. You looked at him with red eyes and he had never seen you so vulnerable. You dropped your head against the wall you were leaning against and closed your eyes as you continued to cry. Javi didn't know what to say or what to do. He ended up dragging himself a little to the side and sat next to you, putting his right arm over your shoulders. When you felt his body pressed so close to yours, you rested your head on his shoulder, your eyes still full of tears, tears that ran down your face and soaked Peña's shirt. He placed a light kiss on your hair and rested his head on yours.

"I am here. For whatever you need.”, Peña said. "I will always be here. Rest." And that's how you stayed for some time, the two of you sitting on the floor, he holding you against his body and you finally managing to rest, feeling protected. And so you fell asleep, head still on his shoulder and your hand resting on his chest, its up and down movement as he breathed giving you a sense of calm and comfort. When Javi realized you were sleeping, he slowly got up and, picking you up, took you to the bed where he laid you down with all the attention he could gather. You kep your legs bent, now over your chest and your face seemed, finally, relaxed.

He walked around the bed, sat on it to take off his boots and, still dressed, layed down beside you, leaning against the headboard. He felt your ass against his legs, crossed one over the other. Once more he followed the curves of your body with his gaze, your bare legs, the curve of your hips, your bare shoulder. When he realized that you had your tshirt rolled up, he took its hem and covered you very gently, planted another kiss on your head and stared at you until he himself fell asleep.

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Reddie Fics

This is just a list of all the Richie Tozier/Eddie Kaspbrak fics I like on AO3, if you have any recs for me feel free to send me some!

Updated 9/19/23

Runaway Now and Forevermore by AlexSW97

~Richie and Eddie run away together in 1994 and return to Derry in 2016 as actual bickering husbands.~

richie tozier: not an asthmatic by walmartofficial

~“I’m getting word that I’m not allowed to tell this joke,” he tells the audience, “but it was gonna be about eating ass, if that wasn’t clear.”~

move in, mess my place by bebe8s

~Stan motions to the two new guys in the room. Eddie doesn't even have time to focus on Bill, because he's too distracted by the lanky boy sprawled out across his bed. With his dark curls and pale skin, it's undeniable. It's the guy from last night.

"Well, hello there, princess." Richie says with a smirk, and Eddie can feel the flush in his cheeks.~

walk me home in the dead of night by QueenWithABeeThrone

~Richie Tozier met Eddie Kaspbrak for what they both thought was the first time in a shitty New York dive bar, sixteen years ago.~

fruit from a forbidden tree by glorious_spoon

~a week before he's supposed to get married, Eddie hooks up with a stranger in a bar, and it changes the trajectory of his life.~

we belong to the sound of the words by ShowMeAHero

~Eddie’s got a messenger bag across his shoulders and, when they’re brought out to Richie’s autograph table, he’s glad he brought it. It’s full of tissues, hand sanitizer, granola bars, mini water bottles, zinc tablets, lozenges, and anything else he could think to grab. The con floor is fucking packed, and Richie’s got a whole goddamned line of fans waiting for him that scream and cheer when he comes out.~

Put Those Colors On by TheMightyChipmunk

~Set in a universe where you don't see color until you hear your soulmate laugh, Eddie really doesn't think Richie is funny. I wonder how that's going to work out for them.~

cherry cordial by ShowMeAHero

~He’s staring down hard at his phone, scrolling aimlessly through Facebook without reading anything, when someone bumps into him. Whoever it is grabs the pole, their hands brushing against each other’s.

Right in his ear, the guy says, “Fucking shit, you’re hot.”~

walk through fire for you by hyruling

~His eyes properly well up now. Richie has only seen Eddie cry a handful of times in his adult life, so he’s fairly concerned. He drops down to sit across from Eddie and takes his hands in his.

“Eddie baby, now you’re scaring me, why are you crying?”

Tears track down Eddie’s cheek, and he all but wails, “Cause you’re engaged!”~

Morphine by inoubliable

~They all crowd around Eddie's bed, their faces shimmering a little. Eddie has to squint to make out their features, and he laughs once he does. They all look so worried. Eddie feels great.

"Oh my God," Stan says, at the same time that Richie says, "He's high."~

Lips Like Fire by yallreddieforthis

~When Richie finally convinces the Losers Club to light up with him he needs to find an... 'alternative way' to get Eddie high without giving him an asthma attack.~

The 'Do Not Fucking Touch Me' Tour by loserchildhotpants

~Richie Tozier's taken up writing his own material for once, and it could absolutely ruin him~

anything for a fan by zach_stone

~It was fine, though. Just a stupid little celebrity crush; a safe, inaccessible outlet for Eddie’s deeply suppressed gay thoughts. He could pine away over Trashmouth Tozier from the comfort of his living room, clicking on video compilations with titles like “Top 10 Trashmouth Interview Moments” and only feel vaguely guilty.

And then, of course, he gets a call from Mike Hanlon in Derry.~

nor rivers drown it by theparadigmshifts

~"We promised to confide in each other, and cherish each other, and sustain each other, and all that jazz.”

Stan stares at her, blinks twice.

"And right now, that means going back to your horror-show hometown, and facing your trauma, and potentially killing a demon. Together."

Or: When Mike calls from Derry, Patty answers the phone instead.~

lost inside a moment (with you) by anniebibananie

~In which Richie is always pretending to be Eddie’s boyfriend, Eddie fucking hates it, and finally Eddie decides two can play that game (it is not a total disaster… depending on your definition of total disaster).~

Everywhere, All At Once by EvieSmallwood

~Eddie bites his lip, tucking his hands deeper inside the pockets of his sweatshirt. It’s actually not even his, it’s Richie’s; a faded band logo, a hole by the collar, the faint smells of cigarette smoke and laundry detergent.... it’s like Richie’s with him, which is all Eddie really wants.

Which could be why he’s walking to Richie’s house at one in the morning.~

Party Foul by sundaise

~Crashing a stranger’s birthday party isn’t usually a part of Eddie’s weekend plans. Neither is unknowingly chatting up the cute dark haired comedian... who happens to be the roommate of said birthday boy.

“So, how do you know Stan?”

Eddie’s blood runs cold with shock as soon as the innocent question leaves his lips. “Oh, uh,” he shrugs nonchalantly, like it’s no big deal, “I’m dating his roommate.”~

Must Love Dogs by TheMightyChipmunk

~When Eddie sees a dog, he's gotta pet it. Even when he is stuck in traffic.~

I Didn't Know There Were Wizards in California by spotlightonmringenue

~Will ignores a timid reply from his classmate, his focus fully on this strange interloper that could be his best friend’s twin.

Evil twin, as Dustin would say, his voice low and incriminating. Ultraman type shit. Will considers relaying the situation on their upcoming weekly call to make the current situation less unsettling.~

Playing for Keeps by LogicalBookThief

~Richie and Eddie go on a game show for couples. Nobody expects them to be such a dream team. And nobody suffers as much as the host.~

#reddie #fic recs #richie tozier x eddie kaspbrak

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