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What do you think the RFA gang smells like 🤔
Okay, so this is an entire time. Here we go.
Yoosung: Fabric Softener, sugar, and cooking oil. We all know that this marshmallow boy uses too much fabric softener because he wants to smell clean and nice all the time in an effort to get a girlfriend. Sugar and Oil are the inevitable snack-related scents, but the oil more so because he also likes to cook, and the smell of hot oil is the kind of thing that lingers, especially in fabrics.
Zen: Cigarettes, until you can convince this man to stop smoking. If not for his health, then for his singing voice. Past the smoke smell, he’s got a cologne he favors that’s got strong patchouli overnotes, but he only wears it on days off because it’s professionally inconsiderate to wear any kind of scent when singing is involved, and this man loves his career too much.
Jaehee: Coffee. Tell me you didn’t see this one coming, and I’ll call bullshit. This woman lives and breathes coffee, she’s probably even got a coffee-bean scented body spray, but she’ll only use that on days that she really needs a pick-me-up. I expect other than the delicate fragrance of roasted beans, she might also smell a bit like ink if she’s had a really long day at the office. (So, you know, most of them.)
Jumin: Cats, but also an expensive cologne. This man lives alone (sorry Elly) and has no one to tell him that he’s wearing too much cologne, so he tends to wear too much, at least until it gets bad enough to bother Jaehee, who will then tell him that too much cologne scent is problematic for cats and he will stop wearing cologne forever. At which point he’ll just smell like crisp linen, which is far preferable.
707: Oil. Bear with me here. He’s going to smell like cooking oil from the sheer number of Honey Butter Chips that he eats. You know he doesn’t have a napkin and uses his jeans for that. But he also smells like motor oil, from working on all of his babes. I mean cars. Otherwise he works in his office all the time, so he’s not going to have a lot of other exposure to scents. I might have said he would smell a little dusty because of his sedentary habits, but I respect Vanderwood too much for that.
V: Wind, Pine, Dark Room Chemicals, and eventually paint. Initially V is going to smell of the chemicals used to develop photos. He loves taking photos, which lends very well to wanting to hand-develop them. In addition to this, his home is in the mountains, so he likely smells of pine and wind, more of one or the other depending on how much time he’s spending in the woods vs. on the cliffside. Eventually once he picks up painting, he’ll start to have a touch of paint-scent that lingers around him when he’s been working. He tends to avoid artificial scents, be they colognes or scented laundry products, since he was more sensitive to scent while his vision was impaired, and never really went back to scented things.
Rika: The Elixir. She’s spent so much time working on the formula for this drug that the smell of it has stained her. She smells at once sickly sweet but also sharp, like ozone, and acrid like burning hair. There’s a bit of an earthy smell, and something that hits the senses as just wrong. Over top of this she likely smells of a cheap perfume, an attempt to mask it that just makes her seem much older than she is.
Vanderwood: Sandalwood, as long as he’s not out on a job. Vanderwood is the type to meticulously curate the persona that he presents. He’s picked a scent that is what he smells like, and sticks to it like glue. He’s fastidious about personal hygiene and how he’s perceived, and the only time he doesn’t smell of sandalwood is when he’s working to be invisible and scentless.
Saeran: I saved this boy for last because he comes in stages.
Ray: Flowers. Especially Lilacs because that smell is pervasive. But basically like anything that’s blooming in the garden. Sometimes he smells overpoweringly of lilies, and doesn’t understand why half of Magenta are making faces. (Lily pollen is a strong scent.) In the winter he’ll smell like dried flowers, or that crisp cold snow scent from walking in the dead garden. Maybe a little pine, if he’s desperate for flora time.
Suit: Nothing, or as close to nothing as he can manage, given Ray. This man is sensitive to scents, probably because of how much Ray infuses his life with flowers. He will go out of his way to neutralize any scent.
GE Saeran: This man has convinced you to pick a cologne or aftershave for him and he wears the tiniest bit of it any time he’s going to see you, which is 100% of the time if he gets his way. But only the tiniest bit, because Suit is still in there and doesn’t want to stink, thanks. If he’s not scented specifically for your approval, he’ll smell of laundry detergent, or that smell someone has when they’ve been standing in the wind. Simple and light, because he’s still sensitive to scents but he also loves plants too much and is trying to reconcile everything.
Unknown: Axe Body Spray. Now, don’t hate me for this. But this poor boy has been stuck in a cult for ages, and probably has never chosen something for himself in his entire life. Now add that no one is going to tell him that it’s too strong (or in general horrible), so it just gets worse as he gets nose blind to it.
SE Saeran: Pine and smoke. I believe this man takes long walks out in the woods around the bunker, trying to figure out his life. I also see him picking up an addictive habit in subconscious reaction to the Elixir withdrawals, and cigarettes are unfortunately easy to obtain. It’s entirely possible that he still also smells like axe body spray, at least until Seven or Vanderwood tell him off for stinking up the place.
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list of things I feel that I've raised with my family doc but maybe it's just nothing and a random thing I feel from being very quite alert to the world and maybe want to be less alert but then also continually wondering if it's being dismissed because I'm a woman or because I'm a POC or because for whatever reason I'm not taken seriously and I'm going to die for it but WHAT IF ALSO I'm the one exaggerating and overnoticing and just being a sensitive little shit when people would literally live with infections and live through it
anyways those are the thoughts in my head over whether I actually seek help, every time.
Just a thought.
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haha!there’s no one hereit’s darkness and emptiness all overnot a single light in sightalright thenlet me be the lightlet me shine as bright as possibleno matter how short lived it may be.let it reach the eyes of someone elsewho might be herethousands of light years away from herelet them see the lightand give them hopeto carry on
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Samurai - Oxe, Baby
Duas garotas também fazem par, você quer dançar tango comigo? Eu levaria um murro no meio da rua pra te levar de mãos dadas pra casa. Eu tiraria a minha blusa pra você na luz apagada. Nossos peitos se encostariam, mais tímidos que nossos braços, se abraçariam primeiro. Duas garotas também fazem par, você quer dançar reggae comigo? Eu levaria um soco no nariz no meio da rua só pra te beijar no semáforo fechado. Eu lamberia até o seu joelho, pra que nenhuma parte do seu corpo ficasse sem a minha saliva. Sua cintura, já lambida, parece um pouco com a esquina da minha casa. Duas garotas também fazem par, você quer dançar xote comigo? Eu levaria um chute na perna por sua causa, só pra te beijar no bar, bem na hora do gol do meu time. Eu não tenho um time, é um pretexto, você não entende. Quando meu dedo está dentro de você, parte de mim está transando, a outra parte está te remexendo por dentro, você e todas as coisas que fazem parte de quem você é. Te fodendo, por exemplo, encostei meu dedo nas suas músicas preferidas. Foi sem querer. (Eu também escuto Djavan). Duas garotas também fazem par, você não quer mais dançar comigo? Você prefere outra menina? Pisei no seu pé? Quem é essa menina que eu não conheço? Quem é esse cara? Eu levaria uma cotovelada por sua causa, por mim você levaria o quê? Nada? Duas garotas também fazem par, você quer dançar de novo comigo? Tá tocando Djavan. (Como se dança Djavan.) Eu dançaria com você no meio da porra da rua, mesmo com o grande risco de levar um murro por sua causa. Eu dançaria qualquer coisa em qualquer lugar por sua causa. E eu nem sei dançar. É só um pretexto, você não entende.
overnote: Ai, quanto querer cabe em meu coração? Ai, me faz sofrer, faz que me mata... E se não mata, fere. Vixe, vem.
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The Alley LuJiaoXiang: Royal Milk Tea
A quick but honest review: I didn't like it. The milk tasted like soy, which is actually a good thing in my books, but there were some overnotes that were almost sweet and plasticky - like candy from a children's party. Maybe the assam base would have been better for my palate.
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Today's try was Silco! Honestly not the worst taste I've had so far. The toasted mate shone through in the base notes, and the chocolate chips melted into the tea nearly perfectly for a good overnote. 4/5
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Ryuk is the father of Junkrat.
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actors have a point where overnoting can almost hurt the performance
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Saying Goodbye
Castiel (scarrd-wings) and Samandriel ( @actually-my-name-is-samandriel) sing for their almost extinct species, in After the End. They’re two of the last angels left alive in all Creation, and God is dead.
Samandriel: Samandriel nodded. "Yes. I think that'd be the best way to do it. We should do that last then so that we don't have to carry them around." He grinned at his brother. "Ready to go?"
Castiel: Cas nodded, setting his empty mug aside, and got to his feet. "So long as you don't fly too fast, I can stay close enough to fly myself." And it would feel good to stretch his wings as an angel, as well. It had been quite a long time since he had relatively unfettered flight.
Samandriel: Samandriel nodded again. "I can definitely do that, brother." He petted him gently. He stood watching him.
Castiel: "All right. You lead, I'll follow," Cas said, stretching ethereal wings behind his back and letting himself really enjoy the lack of distortion prickling across his metaphysical senses. Mostly, he tuned it out, both the presence and lack thereof, but right now, he just let himself feel it. "It'll be pre-dawn over there."
Samandriel: The angel called down the hall for Adam to let him know that he was going out with his brother for a few hours and not to worry and then, making sure Castiel was ready, took off slowly for Greece, careful that his brother could keep up.
Castiel: Cas was quick enough to follow, stretching out his wings to hook feathers into the ethereal planes and even if it wasn't fast, it felt incredibly good to fly without the weight and static of Father's body hindering him. The last time he'd flown any real distance like this had been in the last universe, and the stretch and beat of wings, angelic flight, was like a balm.
Samandriel: Samandriel hadn't done much flying in a long time. He'd taken off for a mountain top when he'd been still struggling intensely with the loss of his species, but beyond that, he hadn't done much that didn't involve errands, flying for flying's sake. He reveled in it and relished every bit of wind that whipped through his vessel's hair.
Castiel: Being lighter than anything was good. They aimed for Greece and drew it out as long as possible; Cas basked in the sensation of being as insubstantial as he could ever be, tied to a vessel, feeling each new hook for his feathers and bending the metaphysical currents around himself in an elegant sort of way that predated man, or war. When they landed in Greece, on the top of a cliff, it was the depth of pre-twilight and with no moon, the stars above brilliant and numerous with no manmade light to dull or blot them out.
Samandriel: Samandriel was grinning ear to ear by the time they landed. It was wonderful to fly like that and he had not felt so angelic in a long time. It was very liberating. He giggled a little as they landed, letting his wings still remain unfurled and present. It was a beautiful night, very dark, but with his own eyes, he could still see quite well. Every part of him felt light and full of joy. It reminded him of the day he and Castiel had sung together on a mountain top.
Castiel: Cas looked up, taking in the stars and the drifting trails of the energies of creation, not yet spent. Father's thumbprints. Looked out over the sea and the healthy plethora of elementals, dancing along shore and water, playing freely, shifting their forms between wisps of light and the forms of animals. Took a deep breath and hummed out a few notes in his own voice, drifting harmony, and again felt the keen and aching realization that for that moment, there was only one angel's voice.
Samandriel: Samandriel felt a tiny jolt in his heart when he heard those notes and joined in in his own voice. The stars seems so bright and the sky so vast, like eternity was spilling out before them.
Castiel
Cas huffed a laugh at that, with his borrowed lungs, but mentally shrugged to himself and sat down on the rock towards the edge by the sea, high up. And sang. Soft, at first, just notes instead of words, shivering down his frame both physical and metaphysical for hearing his brother's voice, the melody to his harmony. And then went from notes to sing higher, two songs at once but both perfectly matched, half the layers of his voice for one, and half for the other; above, the song of the first light Father created. Below, as ever, Holy holy holy, the Lord God Almighty, who was, and is...
...and is to come.
No longer. God was gone, and the last of His power resided beside of him in the form of his brother and near-twin. Out to sea, the elementals slowed, stopped and listened; all around, all of the things only angels could see slowed, stopped and listened.
Samandriel: Samandriel felt a surge of feeling overwhelm him as his own voice swelled, answering his brother's and singing with it, both voices twining as though one voice, the music of one, unimaginable instrument that none had heard of or seen. Among the last of their kind, nearly all others and gone, and here they were, singing, continuing to exist and be what angels were. The muse couldn't help but wonder if there were any others but then who might here them. Together in the beginning, together in the end. He wove more songs with his brother, of the stars and of things that were new and green.
Castiel: It was an aching sort of feeling; poignant. Pleasure and pain, exaltation and lamentation as only music could ever be, something ethereal and beautiful. Cas didn't have to whisper, not singing with his brother, and so he didn't; sang out loud enough to reach the heavens above. Not his universe or his Heaven, but raised his voice enough to swirl with his brother's around the wreckage of Father's throne, around the silent ash of the Host, stirring sweet and joyful and sorrowful, all at once. He let his brother choose the direction of their songs, all while maintaining the reverent call to worship God, even if God couldn't hear them anymore.
Samandriel: Samandriel sang loud and fiercely, as if to let all things in creation know that the time of the angels was not over yet, not even if they were among the last remaining. It reminded him of the days of the war, how he'd sung on his own on Earth, for all to hear as the battle raged on upstairs. It had been difficult at times, to keep his strength, to still let his voice be heard, to try to drown out the din and let some part of the universe still sound as angels were meent to sound, joyful. Now he had his brother to sing with him, to be strong for and to keep him strong. Heaven's hosts may have fallen into silence, but he was less alone than he had been then, and though it was devastating, it was not time for despair. Perhaps now was time for rebirth and growth. He continued to sing, loud and true, weaving melodies that lamented and remembered and rejoiced and expressed admiration for all that had been. He thought on what he'd said to Adam about discovering what it truly meant to be an angel outside of the act of simply being of that species. This was what it meant. There was no question now.
Castiel: Samandriel was alternately making him smile and breaking his heart, all at the same time. Where his voice was the brighter, fiercer and clearer one, Cas's was always the one under it, nuanced and layered, the undertones of grief and regret, of joy and what it meant to sing before war. Of watching stars being born, of fish on shorelines, of species beginnings and endings. Wove the undernotes and sometimes matched the overnotes, soaring crescendo and softened decrescendo. He sang along, vessel's eyes sliding closed at the rush of feeling, made no less intense by having a physical form to feel it through, as well as the pure emotion of simply being what they were. This part which no one but another angel could understand, what it meant to sing and feel creation hum back on bands only the Host could ever hear, glorifying Father's creation with their voices. And singing for all of the voices silenced.
Samandriel: Note upon note in a song that made the universe and all that was in it want to stop and listen. It was eerie and mystical and almost alien all at once, and beyond measure, it was beautiful. Samandriel's heart sored with the music, though there was pain and longing too, coupled with great loneliness, far greater than most could understand. He felt all of it in his soul. He was overwhelmed by so many emotions at once, grief, joy, pain, elation, most of all he felt free. As his thoughts wandered while he sang, he found himself wondering if his daughter would be able to hear his true voice without pain, as Adam could, whether it was something one could be learn or adapt to or whether it was simply a genetic capability.
Castiel
Cas wove in more notes as Samandriel let his heart soar; that was the thing about angelic voices, he could hear every emotion in his brother's voice, and knew every single one of his were on display. There was no hiding the joy of singing again, as he was made to do long before he became a soldier. Nor any of the ambivalent ache of no longer being a soldier. Nor any of the aching sorrow, for the loss of a Father he did not ever really know the heart of. Nor the loneliness and grief, for the loss of all of those voices he sang and fought and loved alongside of. Nor any of the wistfulness, the gentle hopes, the great fears.
Nor the exquisite understanding of the beauty of all things.
He wove the undernotes and with it their names, one by one, starting with Michael's, then Lucifer's. Raphael. Gabriel, and an echoing cry of the Messenger's perfect call they once responded to with gloria!, long ago. In their creation order, one by one, no thought to time at all; the names of angels, even their fallen, who were all once one Host.
Saying goodbye.
Samandriel: As they sang, the pain of the emotions he'd been going through with the loss of the Host was easing. It felt good to have so much of what he was feeling on display without having to say a word. That was the wonderful thing about his true voice. He couldn't hide how he was feeling in it. He joined in the remembering of names with his brother. It was a relief to be giving them a proper lamentation and the pain actually felt good.
Castiel: Cas did not leave any out. Not the ones who cut him in battle, not the ones who fought by his side, and not the ones who never fought at all. And even though he had not resolved all of his feelings, he didn't leave Naomi out, either. Not so much for what she became, but for who she once had been, with two siblings she had not asked to be pulled from the sides of no more than he had asked to be pulled from his brother's. Named each, one at a time; some, his tones warmed and ached harder. Some were more ethereal and distant. But all of them were once one choir singing, joyful, for love of God and all things which God made.
Samandriel: Samandriel felt his heart ache too as the names were listed, as for his brother, some more than others. He felt strange when Naomi's name came up. He still hadn't forgiven her, nor was he necessarily over wanting revenge, even with their numbers being so few now. But he was glad to still have her in the list. It helped though, to include her, to see her as just another angel like all the others, not as some kind of horrible being with so much power over him still. It was the first time he'd really felt like he was taking back the power she had over him.
Castiel: Twilight bled into the sky, and still the angels sang; thousands of names, to go through. Sang as the sky brightened and shifted, another day in Father's garden; birds awoke and the nocturnal animals moved to sleep, and still they sang and sang, each name. Castiel left out only the living; Balthazar's name, not in the list. But he left in his native-universe counterpart's name, who even if he did not agree with him on many things, deserved marking there as well. And wondered again, some, that his Samandriel had been left behind and how much that must sometimes ache.
Samandriel: It didn't seem like a lot of time had passed, yet soon the sky was growing light and morning was coming, yet still, Samandriel felt the need to continue to sing. He, too, felt some strange emotions for Castiel's name, wondering how much that must hurt for his native-verse twin. His heart felt lighter than it had when they'd begun, as if he's sung some of the pain away.
Castiel: The light had come almost full force, by the time they finished the last name, which was this universe's Castiel. From there, this Cas slipped from singing to humming, winding down to something softer and more ethereal, feeling more emotionally drained than anything physical at the moment. Not a bad feeling, though. Just a sort of settling, of the weight in his borrowed chest, acceptance of a quiet sort. Completely unaware of the tear tracks left behind. The tones of his voice softened, but brightened from their mix of lamentation and celebration, sometimes more or less, to something meandering which called to mind the dawn and the break of light and color into the sky.
Samandriel: Samandriel followed suit, gradually letting his voice wind down as well. He'd been crying too, though he hadn't been any more aware of it than Castiel had been. The brightening song, lifted the other angel's spirits some, from the heaviness of the lamentation and remembrance of names. He sang now of the coming of light to the sky, of creation, and of Father.
Castiel: Cas kept accompaniment, though not with words, letting his voice hum notes instead, a softer sort of compliment. Watching the Mediterranean sky burn gold and the seas turn slowly blue; little wonder he had felt so comfortable here, where the bandwidths of colors were close to his own, and soothing just the same. He didn't stop humming to pull off his shirt and let loose his wings, letting the new sunlight from the east hit them and warm them some.
Samandriel: Samandriel spread his wings too and went to the shores, where he undressed, still singing and danced in the waves and let the sand spread through his toes. He danced amongst the waves, starting to feel giddy and joyous. The water felt good on his wings and he was feeling very free.
Castiel: That made Cas laugh in his borrowed voice, even as he kept humming along in his own. Rubbing his salt-tracked face, and watching his brother play, still just barely in range.
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What kinda stuff is on the spreadsheet? Like what do you have written down about the other realities?
Hm. You get one. I usually keep that spreadsheet on deep lock and key. But. O5verthinking construct, Overnotes: Overall Alignment and Relations: Positive General Relations: Theyre wild but good. Stop acting weird. Foot notes: Skin, soap, fist fights, [REDACTED]
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أرشفة الملاحظات والمحتوى الذي لم تعد بحاجة إليه
لديه وظائف قوية لتسجيل الصوت والنسخ التلقائي
يمكنك تسجيل ما يخطر ببالك في الحال وتعيين تذكير لاحق في المكان المناسب والوقت المطلوب. كما يمكنك النطق بتذكير صوتي أثناء التنقل ليتم تحويله إلى نص تلقائيًا. يمكنك التقاط صورة لملصق أو إيصال أو مستند وتنظيمها أو البحث عنها لاحقًا من خلال ميزة البحث بسهولة. يتيح لك Google Keep تسجيل خواطرك أو قوائمك بسهولة لاستعادتها بنفسك ومشاركتها مع الأصدقاء وأفراد العائلة.
سجِّل ما يدور بخاطرك
• يمكنك إضافة ملاحظات وقوائم وصور إلى Google Keep. وإذا لم يكن لديك متسع من الوقت، يمكنك تسجيل مذكرة صوتية وسيتولى Keep تحويلها إلى نص لاسترجاعه لاحقًا.
شارك أفكارك مع أصدقائك وأفراد عائلتك
• يمكنك التخطيط لحفل مفاجئ بسهولة من خلال مشاركة ملاحظات Keep مع الآخرين والتعاون معهم عليها في الوقت الفعلي.
ابحث عن المطلوب بسرعة
• يمكنك تمييز الملاحظات بأكواد لونية لتنظيمها بسرعة ومتابعة مهامك. وإذا كنت تريد البحث عن شيء ما سبق حفظه، فستجد الأمر غاية في السهولة.
في متناول يديك دائمًا
• يعمل Keep على الهاتف والجهاز اللوحي وجهاز الكمبيوتر وأجهزة Android القابلة للارتداء. كما تتم مزامنة جميع ما تضيفه على جميع أجهزتك حتى تظل خواطرك معك باستمرار.
الملاحظة المناسبة في الوقت المناسب
• إذا كنت تريد الحصول على تذكير بالأشياء المطلوبة من محل البقالة، يمكنك تعيين تذكير بناءً على الموقع لتذكيرك بقائمة المشتريات المطلوبة عند الوصول إلى مقر المتجر.
متاح في كل مكان
• يمكنك تجربة Google Keep على الويب من خلال http://keep.google.com والحصول عليه من سوق Chrome الإلكتروني http://goo.gl/pQvKtH.
إشعارات الأذونات
الكاميرا: يُستخدم هذا الإذن لإرفاق الصور بالملاحظات في Keep.
جهات الاتصال: يُستخدم هذا الإذن لمشاركة الملاحظات مع جهات الاتصال.
الميكروفون: يُستخدم هذا الإذن لإرفاق الصوت بالملاحظات.
الموقع: يُستخدم هذا الإذن لتعيين التذكيرات المستندة إلى الموقع وإطلاقها.
سعة التخزين: يُستخدم هذا الإذن لإضافة المرفقات من سعة التخزين إلى الملاحظات.
يعد تطبيق Google Keep الذي يضم أكثر من 500 مليون مستخدم من جميع أنحاء العالم أحد أفضل تطبيقات Android لتدوين الملاحظات وقد تمكن من الحصول على درجة جيدة من 4.5 من 5.0 ، نوفر لك الأمل في أن تنال إعجابك. وأخيرًا ، لاحظ أنه يمكنك التحكم من خلال صفحة الويب والكمبيوتر لديك من خلال زيارة https://ift.tt/WQCuab و إدارة ملاحظاتك.
تحميل التطبيق
source https://www.tetbekat.com/2020/09/google-keep-google-keep-notepad.html
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