#Meir
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March 25:
On this date in 1970, Jimi Hendrix released his first album without the Experience, Band Of Gypsys.
On this date in 2013, Kvelertak released their debut album, Meir.
Today is the 10th anniversary of the release of Heathen, Thou's fourth long-player.
And,
Today is the 10th anniversary of the release of Refulgo, Bardo Pond's tenth album.
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Some ocs and an Emmet in Hisui quick concept. Someone asked for Xys’ first kiss but y’all imma tell you right now it was awkward cuz neither Xys for Lamp knew what they were doing. Also a rare Turmeric smile
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Archaeologists have uncovered a wealth of ancient artifacts at the Meir cemetery in Egypt, revealing well-preserved structures, burials, skeletons, and fascinating funerary goods.
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Meir's and Feyre's first meeting
@fictionalbullshitter kinda reminded me I only shared bits and pieces of this since it took me days to finish this.
I tag those who seemed interested in the snippets so far. Tell me if I am wrong, if you like to be tagged in the future.
@verba-writing @cljordan-imperium @oh-no-another-idea @ettawritesnstudies @ashen-crest
The sunlight told him it must be close to noon. Meir went through his stuff and grabbed his dirty clothes from the road to pack them up for the washing women to drop them off on his way to Maud.
If there was one thing, he was sure off today, then it was no new assignments, contracts or whatsoever for a week at least. Relaxed and calm due to being home, this mother of all bruises on his rips started to hurt like shit, and he knew he wouldn’t be fit to fight like this.
Hair still wet but bound together in a messy bun on his nap, he made his way to Maud. Mer’Teval was the same as always. Busy streets with busy people going through their day’s work, chatting and yelling after the kids while in the distance The Crystal shone like its namesake enforcing how distant the royal family was from the daily life of their subjects.
Meir snorted at this. Just four years ago he could enter The Crystal to his liking and enjoy a small fraction of the amenities as royal guard, but now he was here, just one of many. Just another misfit. Deep down, in those small moments of honesty, Meir admitted, he liked this life more. It was real, but most of all, he was free.
“You are healers! What would Ashetan say about his followers treating a person in need like this?”
The angry voice of an equally angry beast-woman pulled Meir out of his musings. His gaze followed the sound and found her in a faceoff with one of the other healers in town. Curious about the situation, he stepped closer.
“We don’t treat your kind here. Get lost.”
“My kind? What do you mean?”
Anger left for confusion, and the cat ears on the beast-woman twitched rapidly. Her tail lashed left and right.
“You know what I mean.”
The healer, a sturdy older woman, nodded towards something on the beast-woman’s chest.
“You…”
A mean hiss followed before she turned around.
Meir still stood a few steps away and followed her side by side with the hope to catch a short glance on what got the healer riled up like this.
Abruptly, the beast-woman stopped and took a deep breath.
“Ok, Feyre, you can do this. You can find a stupid healer, who still remembers their stupid vow. This is a big city, and you are a big kitty.”
A small smile crept on Meir’s face as he overheard her motivate herself in this adorable way. The smile froze when he finally caught what the healer took offense in: The crest of the necromancers.
Confused about a female necromancer, he almost lost her in the crowd. He heard of them, and he also heard of the necromancers teaching everyone interested in their doing, but a beast-woman was clearly something he never saw nor heard off.
Feyre stopped again when she tried to make out the signs on the shops to see if one was a healer, and gave Meir the chance to catch up with her. His bag of dirty clothes in his arms, he stepped in front of her with a small smile.
“Hello, I happen to see how the healer treated you and I might be able to help you.”
Her eyes narrowed at him. Slowly, she crossed her arms in front of her chest.
“You can?”
“I know a healer who didn’t forget her vows to Ashetan. I happen to be on my way to her.”
“You have a kind face and a charming smile”, she stated.
Nothing on her posture changed. Even her ears gave away how tensed she was.
“Is this a problem?”, Meir inquired innocently.
“Kind faces hide the cruelest hearts.”
He was sure he looked as dumbfounded as he felt. Even if you never could really estimate the age of beast-people, Feyre seemed young, and such a statement from someone young was a bad sign. Meir reached out to shake hands.
“I don’t know who hurt you to make you think this, but I am Meir. I am really just on my way to drop off my laundry and see a healer. I don’t even have my daggers on me. You could overpower me any given second if I would pull something weird on you.”
For another long second, she just looked at him until she loosened up.
“Show me the way then, but don’t think I won’t hurt you.”
“I don’t doubt this.”
Reluctantly, she shook his hand.
“Feyre.”
“A lovely name.”
“Also a sweet-talker?”
“Only if I meet sweet people.”
Again she narrowed her eyes on him, what he took as a warning sign. Feyre was clearly a cautious woman. Slowly, he turned around and motioned into the direction where Maud’s small healer’s place was situated.
“It’s down the street in a side alley. She is a friend, or more like an aunt? Maud has a huge and caring heart, but also a huge mind and lots of opinions she won’t hold back. So, I apologize beforehand if she starts rambling about how the other healers treated you or politics or maybe both. You never know with her.”
With a glance over his shoulder, Meir made sure Feyre followed him. She was only three steps behind him and started to look slightly scared at his warning.
“Aunt?”, Feyre repeated, obviously confused.
“She and her husband Amon kinda took it upon them to take care of misfits like me. You know, make sure we stay alive and won’t do too many stupid things.”
He chuckled at this and shook his head.
“What’s so funny?”
“They aren’t successful with me. I hope they have more luck with Iskra. Poor girl really deserves to get known, singing herself coarse every night.”
After he said that, Meir realized how he rambled. Even if he was always a talkative guy, this wasn’t normal.
While walking, he turned around and continue walking backwards, knowing the way to Maud in his sleep.
“There is something about you”, he remarked with his index finger raised at Feyre while he held his laundry bag with other the hand up to his body.
“You mean, beside my self-control? Others would have hexed you to make you shut up halfway through your rambling.”
“Done that, been there, kinda fun.”
He grinned cheekily and turned around again under her annoyed groan.
“Give me a moment”, he warned her with the laundry bag raised and vanished into the house of the washing women.
“Meir! Where have you been? The girls already bet on you either being dead or behind bars for good now”, the old warden greeted him.
“Neither, as you can see. Got an assignment and just got back yesterday. Would you be so kind and also mend the shirt that got ripped?”
Using his best puppy look on the old lady, Meir pulled out the purse to pay in advance as always. She sighed defeated.
“You really need to learn how to do it yourself, boy.”
“I can do it, but no one can do it as good as you, and I would only ruin your work with pricking my finger while mending it and get new blood in it.”
“I get it, you damned smooth-talking bastard. Now get lost, before I change my mind.”
She took the coins from him with a smile and a shake of her head.
When Meir turned around smiling, he found Feyre who rested with her shoulder on the doorframe. Her face looked thoughtful.
“Let’s go ahead. Maud is only a little further.”
Softly, he pressed past her after dropping a bow.
“Are you always sweet-talking?”
“It never hurts to be nice, does it?”
“Maybe.”
With a gentle nod, Meir motions onwards. Maud’s place was only a few more houses down the street and whatever Feyre needed help with, it hopefully lightened her mood.
“So, Feyre, what are you doing alone in such a big city? Aren’t mages usually in contract with adventurer groups?”
“I am.”
“Don’t they have a healer.”
“No.”
Abruptly, he stopped and held her by her shoulder.
“What kind of adventurer groups doesn’t have a contract with a healer?”
“A stupid one who thinks hiring a necromancer will keep them from any harm”, Feyre spat.
A quick movement with her shoulder freed her from his grip.
“Can we go?”
“How badly wounded are you?”
“Nothing bad, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to walk, right?”
“Yeah, right…”
Skeptically, he eyed her. Her getting more defensive the moment her adventurer group got mentioned put him on a tensed alarm.
Kellen warned him about the rise of wannabe adventurers who ignore the rules of the kingdom and pulls clueless newbies along them. Greedy bastards who think they can skip on contract fees with healers and priests, not dividing the money fairly to those they hired, additionally and take borderline illegal assignments. All things he heard so far from Feyre pointed towards such a group, which meant she must be fresh out of training and had no clue about what to look for. Or the tower sold her out, for whatever reason.
In silence, they reached Maud’s healer house. Rhya came running outside with an empty bucket.
“Whoa, slow down, curly. What’s the matter?”
“Enriks again…”
Meir groaned, knowing well it means the poor guy managed to get into something poisonous again and is now full of blisters that needed to be opened.
“Let me get the water. It’s easier for me. Why don’t you help this young lady with her problems so long?”
Happily, the female halfling handed him the bucket and grabbed Feyre by the hand.
“What’s your name, sweets? How can I help you?”
“Uhm… Feyre… I am with some adventurers and got some cuts and bruises that I like to be taken care off. Especially the one on the back.”
Rhya smiled encouraging and nodded, sending her thick ginger curls flying.
“Come in. We get your wounds cleaned up first thing, once this big buffoon comes back with the water.”
Feyre’s laughter was the last thing Meir heard before he left for the well two houses back.
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Yaakov Meir, chief rabbi of Salonica, modern-day Thessaloniki, Greece
Greek vintage postcard, mailed in 1916
#old#postcard#postkaart#thessaloniki#yaakov#chief#day#greek#vintage#meir#briefkaart#salonica#postal#ansichtskarte#1916#ephemera#photography#rabbi#photo#yaakov meir#modern#postkarte#tarjeta#mailed#greece#historic#sepia#carte postale
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Nice that this site is getting a re-excavation. Interesting, too, that they don't mention finding any New Kingdom evidence.
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#light academia#light acadamia aesthetic#meir#antwerpvibes#antwerp#antwerp aesthetics#architecture#golden#interiors#gold aesthetic#dark academia#city aesthetics#aesthetics#belgium#stad#antwerpen#stadsfeestzaal#architectuur#kunstwerk#artwork#art detail#city photography#architecture photography#shopping centers#travel europe#europetravel#europe
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Statuette of Merer - Met Museum Collection
Inventory Number: 10.176.59
Middle Kingdom, Dynasty 10–11, ca. 1981–1802 B.C.
Location Information: From Egypt; Said to be from Middle Egypt, Meir; Probably from Asyut (Lykopolis)
Description:
The four statues 10.176.57-.60 belonged to the Scribe of Divine Offerings Merer. Their short kilts are covered with spells from the Coffin Texts. The phrase inscribed on the two middle-sized figures (.58 and .60) is typical: "Oh Osiris Merer, come with me and I will open for you your eyes that they may lead you on the ways of darkness and that they may put fear of you into the Imperishable Ones, as did Horus for his father Osiris."
#Statuette of Merer#middle kingdom#dynasty 10#dynasty 11#middle egypt#upper egypt#meir#asyut#lykopolis#met museum#10.176.59#mens hair and wigs#MKMHW
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856. Meerapfel Meir Master Blend Double Robusto 2022
Gifted by Reinhard Pohorec, Vice President of Meerapfel Cigar Companies. Location: This review was made indoors in a cigar lounge.Information:Wrapper: Cameroon Binder: UndisclosedFiller: UndisclosedOrigin: UndisclosedFactory: UndisclosedBox: Sold in 10 count boxes. Release: 2022Availability: Limited Production to 613 boxes of 10 cigars (15.325 cigars) with included ashtray per year. Size:…
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Dirençli Bir Toplum ve Türkiye İçin En Güvenilir Enstrüman: Sigorta
Baden-Baden Reinsurance buluşması öncesi, sektörün önde gelen paydaşlarının buluştuğu MEIR (Middle East Insurance Review) ve Sigorta Tatbikatçıları Derneği (ST...
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Dirençli Bir Toplum ve Türkiye İçin En Güvenilir Enstrüman: Sigorta
Baden-Baden Reinsurance buluşması öncesi, sektörün önde gelen paydaşlarının buluştuğu MEIR (Middle East Insurance Review) ve Sigorta Tatbikatçıları Derneği (ST...
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6:39 PM EDT October 16, 2023:
Kvelertak - "Kvelertak"
From the album Meir
(March 25, 2013)
Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm
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Dirençli Bir Toplum ve Türkiye İçin En Güvenilir Enstrüman: Sigorta
Baden-Baden Reinsurance buluşması öncesi, sektörün önde gelen paydaşlarının buluştuğu MEIR (Middle East Insurance Review) ve Sigorta Tatbikatçıları Derneği (ST...
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Dirençli Bir Toplum ve Türkiye İçin En Güvenilir Enstrüman: Sigorta
Baden-Baden Reinsurance buluşması öncesi, sektörün önde gelen paydaşlarının buluştuğu MEIR (Middle East Insurance Review) ve Sigorta Tatbikatçıları Derneği (ST...
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OC Favorites Tag
I was tagged by @druidx
Rules: share photos of your OC’s fave Colour, Food, Season, Animal and Pastime.
I do it for Meir since this guy is giving me a headache with all the layers he has.
Since Adventurer Season is from spring to fall, of course spring is his favorite season because it means new work, new adventures.
Meir grew up at the coast in the south and still misses the seafood skewers that were served on special occasions and festivals, but thankfully Maud's are good enough to ease his homesickness when it gets too bad.
A secret no one knows is, that Meir is a cat person and loves to throw the strays some food whenever he can and even befriended those around his apartment complex.
Gambling is his favorite pastime but also a curse, since it is one of the three reasons he often ends up in jail for a night. (Tavern brawls because people accuse of him of cheating aren't uncommon, and no he doesn't cheat.)
The light blue/teal of calm waters and a nice summer day are his favorite color because it means less trouble ahead, at least none from nature for the day.
Tagging @ettawritesnstudies @oh-no-another-idea @writerfae @ashen-crest @verba-writing
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Dirençli Bir Toplum ve Türkiye İçin En Güvenilir Enstrüman: Sigorta
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