#iron grate

[kojiarakiartworks]

June 2011 KTM　Kathmandu  Nepal

© KOJI ARAKI Art Works

Daily life and every small thing is the gate to the universe ：）

#2011 #June 2011 #ktm #kathmandu #nepal #factory #window #iron grate #photographers on tumblr #b&w photography #black and white photography #original photography #photography #koji araki art works #PENTAX K10 #PENTAX #smc PENTAX-F MACRO 50mm F2.8

[briargeese]

Clemantis in full glory.

#clemantis #garden flowers #iron grate #photographers on tumblr #original photography

[charlesreeza]

Syracuse, Sicily

Photo by Charles Reeza

#flower pot #window #iron grate #crumbling stone #18th century #Italy #urban atmosphere #Ortigia #travel photography

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

XD Charlie in shirt sleeves and a Very Serious Frown, sitting behind Vaggie with hair brush in one hand and one of Vaggie's wings in the other, a truly alarming assortment of hair care protects and tools strewn around her as she tries figuring out how the whole 'angel wing maintenance' thing is suppose to work-

Vaggie, dying with laughter, trying and failing to catch her breath long enough to say You can put the brush down babe and also that REALLY tickles-

Charlie: "But then what am I supposed to USE?! You just got your wings back, I don't wanna mess them up! I wanna do this right!"

Vaggie: "Sweetie, it's f-PFFT- it's fine. You can just use your fingers."

Charlie: "..ohhhh...."

Charlie:

Charlie: "..... Um. So is preening ever. I mean when someone else does it, does it ever get kinda... y'know?"

Vaggie: "Bedroom-ish?"

Charlie: "I mean if it's sensitive enough to make you ticklish-"

Vaggie: "Yeah. Sometimes."

Charlie: "What uh, what kind of sometimes?"

Vaggie: "Like when it's you're girlfriend doing it, and she's blushing so hot you can feel the little thermal updrafts also tickling your feathers."

Charlie: "You can FEEL that!?"

Vaggie: "It's like you turned on the totally unnecessary hairdryer, babe."

Charlie: "FUCK!"

Vaggie: (laughs so hard she falls over and smacks charlie in the face with a wing on the way down)

#hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #vaggie #chaggie #incorrect quotes #the hair straightener and curling iron also won't be needed although vaggie appreciates the thought #charlie morningstar- #unable to decide if she's pissed she never saw her mom grooming her dad's wings #or EXTREMELY FUCKING GRATEFUL #that she has NO idea what that would look like

[moonsun2010]

The End.

Thank you for reading Dracula Daily!

#my art #dracula daily #dracula #jonathan harker #mina harker #mina murray #abraham van helsing #van helsing #jack seward #john seward #arthur holmwood #lucy westenra #quincey morris #quincey harker #surpisingly emotional about dracdailys last entry like has it really just ended? #has all these months of reading the book together sharing memes art analysis just. ended? #it feels unreal. it feels like it was only yesterday that we were all reading abt Jon in the castle but it also feels ages ago. #goshhh just #im unspeakably grateful for this just personally as an artist it was so encouraging to have my art recieve so much positive attention #(wont it be ironic if this post doesnt do well but eh) #as a lit student so heartening to see ppl discuss the book in earnest and unironically love it and put out their own analysis #got to know so many lovely artists and writers from them sharing their works too #laughing and crying at others reactions going through all those nailbiting moments of horror and heartwarming interactions #not to be overdramatic but thank you thank you thank you all for this. it was brief but it was wonderful #;;-;; thank you matt kirkland #gonna go read some dracula fics to soothe heartache now <3

[mizar113]

#breakfast #cast iron #bacon and eggs #toast #grate #camping #camp #campsite #campfire #camplife #campout #outdoors #nature #wildernesds #discover #adventure #explore #wilderness

[sixth-light]

(tws ahead: discussion of food, diets and diet culture, eating disorders, calorie counts, and fatphobia in the context of pregnancy)

Truly one of the most bizarre things about being pregnant has been the official advice around food. Food and eating is difficult enough already when you're pregnant - there's excellent scientific evidence that it's advisable to moderate your caffeine intake and avoid alcohol, and an entire laundry list of stuff you're supposed to avoid for food safety/food poisoning risk reasons. (I am a nerd and I read the last scientific review of the linked advice from the NZ Ministry of Health, so I can say with confidence it's also pretty well supported.) Personally, I am largely indifferent to going without alcohol, but after half a year or so my brie cravings are getting pretty intense. That's going to be even tougher for people with food restriction issues. And then there's the potential nutrient deficiencies that come when a baby is sucking up all your available iron, calcium, etcetera.

But on top of all this...a couple of things are also true:

later pregnancy and breastfeeding require a higher calorie intake because you're, uh, feeding an entire baby with your body and those calories have to come from somewhere

healthy pregnancy also requires weight gain because of the aforementioned 'growing an entire person' thing

Western Anglophone society absolutely loses its goddamn mind at the thought of telling women (and other pregnant people, but they are clearly not thinking that far) that it's okay for them to eat more than normal, let alone gain weight

So there's reams and reams of official advice which has like one line saying "maybe don't diet when you're pregnant" quickly followed by "but it's OK! you can diet afterwards! you'll lose lots of weight when you breastfeed!" and then like. eight paragraphs on how while technically, they suppose you need some extra calories during some of your pregnancy, it is DEEPLY IMPORTANT that those calories only come from the most healthy and boring possible foods, because otherwise you might gain too much weight which is the worst possible thing that could happen. Try carrot sticks! Fat-free yoghurt! Dry toast! I have literally seen advice suggesting the extra calories you need can be gained from a "small snack". Maybe an apple. (Most of the estimates I've seen about extra calorie needs in later pregnancy are in the range of 3-400 extra calories a day. That apple would have to be the size of your head.) This is all followed up with dire warnings about gestational diabetes, which is lurking in the wings waiting for any pregnant person who dares use it as justification for eating that extra biscuit. There is clearly a really deep-seated belief at play that if you give them - us - an excuse to eat more we will gorge ourselves on, IDK, chips and ice cream, because the only thing holding us back from obesity is the constant reminder that gaining weight is BAD and that eating too much food is BAD (even though the reality is that weight gain and higher caloric needs are part of a healthy pregnancy). This reality has to be held at arms' length and hemmed in with restrictions and cautions lest all hell break loose. You are very literally advised to calculate your BMI, weigh yourself regularly, and have a target weight gain - i.e. implicitly to restrict your food intake if your weight gain is higher - which I'm sure is just chill and fabulous for people with a history or present of eating disorders.

(The cherry on top of this is that it's normal for pregnant people to have suppressed appetites in late pregnancy despite needing more food because, again, there is an entire baby in there squashing their organs. Add in all those foods that you can't eat, and it can actually be somewhat challenging to eat enough.)

The bit that haunts me is that we know that caloric restriction during pregnancy makes children more likely to have higher weights later on, and you know who is most targeted with this diet-but-don't-diet-but-actually-kinda-do rhetoric? Fat people, who are advised to gain at absolute most about the weight of a healthy full-term baby + amniotic fluid/placenta/etc - and that it's fine if they gain much less weight than that, barely more than the weight of a healthy baby, which would actually equate to total weight loss. During pregnancy. It feels like there could be a lot of self-fulfilling prophecy going on here vis a vis fat parents having fat kids. which is now sometimes characterised as a form of child abuse. FUN.

Anyway, I am sure I'm not the only person to have made these observations (and if you know good writing on this topic I'd love to be linked to it, because I'm way too chicken to try Googling) but man. As I said at the start: the level at which fatphobia and diet culture are institutionalised during pregnancy, to the detriment of actual health, is wild.

(For my money, sane advice would be 'healthy eating advice is the same during pregnancy as it is other times except for the specific foods you should avoid because of increased food poisoning risk, and you need to eat a bit more in later pregnancy. The end.')

#fwiw my midwife has never even asked to weigh me #and she only asks about food in the context of 'are you having any digestive issues' and monitoring of things like iron and B vitamins #so that's cool and good but oh boy #I wish I didn't feel grateful this was the case

[xx-k1tsun3-k1d-xx]

nature is healing gloomy bear things are returning to stores irl <3

These are in hmv and are pretty reasonably priced :D

#scenecore #scene #emocore #emo #scene revival #scene aesthetic #scemo #scene kid #gloomy bear #aaaaa I didn’t have a lot of Christmas money but the bit I did get I’m so grateful for cuz I was not expecting this #brain needed small treat thrown into enclosure #a lot of the stuff has like offers on aswell like the bag and stickers were cheaper cuz I bought the iron plate #gloomy bear my beloved

[handweavers]

every time i stay at my familys home i always sleep in my grandfather's study/library. the house is set up in the old style where bedrooms are both private and public spaces like there's beds in every room and all rooms are multipurpose, so his study is a small room with some bookshelves and a desk and two small beds but there's something about it that i love so much. it's quiet and dark but very peaceful. he died before i was born but i've always felt so close to him and he's been gone nearly 30 years but the room is almost unchanged so it feels like a haunting. but in a good way

#listening to the rain hit the windows. the smell of it through the iron grates #fan blowing #sitting at his desk and painting.... #its lovely

[rainbowsuitcase]

Okay, I've read many fics that mention Tony's reduced lung capacity due to the arc reactor, but it has just occured to me - there has to be some bone fuckery going on too, right?

Like, I'm not an anatomy expert by any means, but I'm pretty sure this is where the ribcage is, or at the very least the sternum. Right? So how does that shit work?

#is the bone like #grating against the metal?? #ewwww #tony stark #iron man #arc reactor #mcu #avengers

[chaotictoon]

Mousey Girls

Cartoon mouse Girls

#miraculous ladybug #polymouse #monster high #mouscedes king #iron mouse #sailor moon #soul eater #Mizune Family #Mizune #chip and dale #Gadget Hackwrench #anime #grate mouse detective #disney rescuers #miss bianca

[kojiarakiartworks]

June 2011 KTM　Kathmandu  Nepal

© KOJI ARAKI Art Works

Daily life and every small thing is the gate to the universe ：）

#2011 #June 2011 #ktm #kathmandu #nepal #factory #window #iron grate #photographers on tumblr #b&w photography #black and white photography #original photography #photography #koji araki art works #PENTAX K10 #PENTAX #smc PENTAX-F MACRO 50mm F2.8

[buppypuppy]

Finished up a little thing today. Developing some of the other houses in Oldwood, finally. The rest is beneath the cut if you'd like to give it a read.

For what they lack in a sense of style, much to the chagrin of certain serpents, they more than make up for in efficiency, strength, and notably intimidation. The hulking form of the arbiter of the house leading you along is certainly doing work to maintain that reputation. 

Her massive spiraling horns are assuredly not just for show. It's doubtless that the various nicks and chips in them are from various duels, all of them won with sheer strength. No medals or trophies are needed to show her valor, as they are all carried with her, displayed proudly on a rack. 

The scabbards for her immense cleavers clank together as she walks, her hooves clicking against the floor in time. An odd manner of cognitive dissonance is invoked with how notorious the House of the Iron Grate is for having a heavily-armored militia, in contrast with just how little armor the Arbiter of the House wears. The studded gloves and knee-length trousers with nothing else are an interesting choice, but she's quite famed to be indestructible, so truly things seem to be working well for her.

She turns her head to you as you walk with her, the thick wool obscuring her eyes, but her piercing gaze still chilling your blood even further.

"You must be sure you are strong. This house meets force with force. This means you must be forceful."

It is unclear if she intended to insult you, but nonetheless, her words ring in your mind. You must be forceful. To be forceful is an endeavor many strive for, but never truly manage to grasp. They have misguided notions of what force is, what it truly means, but they never can bear to strike their hammer down on the anvil of fate. 

The people who are after you would not know how to be forceful. Your decision to align yourself with one of the Houses was one that took much time to mull over, but ultimately, the decision was fated to be. The House of the Iron Grate was the only House who would have you.

The Surgeon's sickening experiments were not something you wanted to be near. The insidious control of the Punisher of Love was too... Cowardly, for your taste. The Five Deaths are far too untrustworthy. The Tragic Poet's estate kept you away from it, the rumors surrounding its fluid nature disconcerting to say the least. And the Colored Capitols... You've heard the stories about the people who entered that accursed painting to never be seen again.

So, you took your fate with force. You will know what it means to be forceful.

The ram stops before the heavy iron door, placing her hooved hand upon it as she addresses you.

"You will not speak. Be silent. I speak with the grate first, as Arbiter of this house. The sentinels will supervise your induction, as well as I. The grate will speak to you. You will not respond to it. If you do, your induction will be voided. You do not want to discover the results of a voided induction."

You silently nod. You dare not even respond to that. You need this opportunity, you need the protection that a House membership grants, the skill that you will learn. You need a cause. 

Watching you give the affirmative, the ram opens the door, leading you into the chamber of the Iron Grate.

You enter a small, low-roofed stone room. In the center of the floor, there is an iron grate above a hole in the ground. There are ladder rungs affixed into the side of the hole, descending down into it. The grate is intricate, the iron bars of it flowing around the circular frame. 

In each corner of the room stands an armored figure, all carrying different weapons, with different suits of armor. One of them is immense, broad, standing with an enormous sword and shield. Another's is different, leather accents, but still equally armored, with a mammoth warhammer. The third, lighter, with more flexibility, a halberd taller than them in hand. The last, in robes, with plates affixed in various places. A sleek Iron staff sits in their grasp. 

All of their visored gazes affix on you. You cannot see any of their eyes, but their gazes pierce you, boring into your soul with the same depth of the very hole before you. The chill that permeates your body is unlike any you've ever felt before. 

The heavy door slams shut behind you. You know, logically, that it's still unlocked. If you had to, you could leave at any time. But you can't escape the feeling of being locked in. It pervades you, suffocates you, you're trapped in here with these armored sentinels, with the arbiter of this House, and with the founder of the House itself. And it's all on you for locking yourself in here with it.

You watch as the ram steps forward, standing atop the grate. She speaks aloud, her typically soft voice being amplified by the acoustics of this room, causing it to resound throughout your entire body.

"I bring, to you, a supplicant. Someone who wishes to know the force that exact. Someone who desires the strength we can give. Someone who will kneel to you, and will not disobey you, for this supplicant knows that all who are forced to descend will never return. To dare devote to you, requires a will of iron."

She steps forward, turning herself around to look at you, gesturing to the grate.

"Approach, iron-willed, to receive the blessing of the Iron Grate, to let your soul be washed in its cold breath, and to feel the bars of it and vow to never see what lies beneath."

You step forward, doing as you are told. You stand atop the Iron Grate, feeling the frigid draft of air rising out of it wash over your body. It is cold like you have never felt, burrowing underneath your skin, seeping into your bones, digging its claws into the center of your being.

The ram reaches forward, placing her hand atop your head. She presses it down, angling your gaze to be staring into the deep, unceasing abyss beneath the Iron Grate. You feel your stomach drop, the depth of it being utterly incalculable. You had heard the hushed tales of how traitors to the house had been hunted down ruthlessly, and dragged right back here, and forced to descend down the ladder, never to be seen by another soul. 

"Cast every doubt you have down. Slip it through the gaps in the bars, let it fall, endlessly, down into the abyss beneath the Grate. Your doubt will never be seen again. What will remain is strength. Force. Do it."

You steel yourself. You tense your muscles, thinking of every doubt, every regret, every fear, every reason you came to this house in the first place, letting them build, coalesce, fill up inside you. Then, you release, the tension in your body draining. You fall to your knees, palms against the bars of the Grate, gripping onto them. The abyss below you is ever closer, now, almost trying to pull you through the bars, pull you down below.

But all that remains is strength. You have done what you have been told. As you gaze down into the abyss, you finally hear it. The Grate. It speaks to you.

But you do not hear it. You can tell it has spoken, you heard it speak, but it only existed in your mind, fleetingly. It is gone. It spoke the words to you, but its voice is not present, you cannot even  begin to think of what it sounded like. All you remember is what it said.

"Drink of Iron, and it shall be you."

You turn your gaze up. The ram holds a small vial in her hands, the cork removed. The vial is full of a writhing, silvery liquid, squirming as if it were alive. She lowers herself to one knee, grabbing your face with her other hand. Her thumb slips into your mouth, pulling it open as she raises the vial to your lips.

You cannot stop her. You shan't, it is what the Iron Grate ordered of you, but you simply sit there, clinging to the bars of the grate as the liquid is poured into your mouth, the woman holding your jaw agape to be sure you imbibe every last drop.

The liquid tastes cold. Any actual taste it has is obscured by unceasing chill as it slithers its way down your throat, settling in the pit of your stomach, filling your body with a frigid shudder, before it vanishes, and you are left with the now tame chill of the Grate beneath you.

The ram rises, pulling her thumb out of your mouth as she offers that hand to you, helping you to your feet. Your knees wobble and bow, your constitution not having returned to you fully, but the ram has an air of appreciation to her now. It almost seems like she's proud of you.

"You are one of us. You are iron." She takes your hand in both of hers, giving a sharp nod. 

"I am Heide. May you never know what lies beneath the Grate."

#God Damn The Sun #oldwood #the house of the iron grate (oldwood) #the iron grate (oldwood) #heide (oc) #my writing

[its-your-mind]

absolutely gobsmacked that devo had, at various points in his nineteen years, four (4) different parent/guardian figures and not a single one of them was in any way a good role model

like damn I’d be an asshole too tbh

#taz ethersea #the zone cast #taz ethersea spoilers #devo la main #yes I DO count amber as a parent figure and you CAN fight me on that #this child is so fucked up tbh we should be grateful that he’s just an asshole and hasn’t like #decided to take over the world and rule it with an iron magic orated fist

[idk-bruh-20]

Irondad fic ideas #17

You know those fics where Peter survives the first snap but Tony gets dusted, then Peter eventually 1) becomes family to Pepper and a brother to Morgan, 2) becomes heir to SI, and 3) ultimately invents time travel to get his dad mentor back? Fic of all of that but from Tony's perspective. The rapid turnaround. The awkwardness. Suddenly it's been 5 years and his son mentee is fully integrated into his little family. Eventually we can get to pride and communication, but at first to Tony it must seem like a freaky dream.

#tony: I am so proud and grateful but SO confused #hear that peter parker-stark? CONFUSED. NOT UNHAPPY. #I am SO HAPPY YOU'RE PART OF MY FAMILY YOU SELF-HATING LITTLE BITCH #peter: awkward about calling himself tony's son now that he's got tony back #tony: HI YES HELLO HAVE YOU MET MY SON? THIS IS MY SON #and I also have a daughter now! #what a world! #irondad fic ideas #high-key it would be weird as hell for may too assuming she snapped #angst? fluff? who can say! #iron dad and spider son #irondad and spiderson #iron dad #irondad #spiderson #spider son #ironfam #peter parker #tony stark #iron man #spider man #pepper potts #morgan stark #irondad fic #irondad fanfiction #irondad fanfic #irondad fic idea #fic ideas #fic idea

[quelsentiment]

.

#i've seen 3 doctors about the same issue in the past couple of months #and i keep thinking about their different ways of responding and how much of an impact it's had on me #and my mental health and my way of responding to that issue #and i just have to say it's pretty ironic that the 'specialist' was the one who had the most unsatisfying response #and the young doctor who was on call at the hospital on fucking christmas eve was actually the most empathetic and helpful one #and was basically the first medical practitioner in my life who saw my issues as actual chronic pain #and didn't make me feel like i was overreacting and being weak and whiny #maybe she'd been trained on ableism idk but i'm very grateful to her for taking me seriously #and offering actual fucking solutions to at least deal with my anxiety #in other news i have a job interview on wednesday :) just a 2 month contract but at this point i'll take anything