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gratefulsposts · 2 years
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souji-upseta · 2 months
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i just think it's beautiful that, story- and causality-wise, alpha dirk's first physical contact initiated with another living being who isn't glasses (holding the decapitated head of the hegemonic brute doesn't count) is.
this.
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it's totally offhand and speaking of offhand, comes right before what would arguably be a much more meaningful and poignant act of first physical contact with another human on dirk's part.
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does this mean anything?
no not really. but my point is that it's very funny and that terezi and dirk are both national treasures.
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wrenniebaby · 2 years
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eddie munson au : forced proximity
“we’ll come and get you both in a few days, work your shit out!” dustin’s voice rang out as you and eddie were forced out of steve's car, before steve drove away. you couldn't help but stare incredulously at the car that was hurrying out of your line of vision.
a sigh left you as you got up off the dusty driveway, it would be at 25 miles home and you knew neither you, nor eddie would want to do that at any point in time. you walked towards the cabin that belonged to steve's parents.
as you entered the cabin, you could hear eddie muttering to himself, you could only hear bits such as “fucking,” “god damn,” “whatever, fuck it.” you couldn't help but giggle to yourself at that last part. “you gonna keep talking to yourself, munson?” you called out, throwing yourself onto the bouncy couch in front of the living room.
“oh suck my dick,” you let a sinister thought intrude your mind, “whip it out.” he stopped in front of you, an obvious combined look of shock and intruig. “what?” his voice dropped as he leaned over you.
“i mean, is that what you want? will it make you shut up?”
“you don't have the guts.” you palmed him through his jeans, face completely blank, “try me.”
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uglypastels · 2 years
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I need 1 more follower i beg you
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six-of-ravens · 2 years
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*Sam Gamgee voice* PO-TAY-TOES
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incarnateirony · 15 days
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First, the spider. Now the dove--twice actually, I live reported cheesing the reaper for it once, and then she kept getting sicker, and now we have Shea bringing home the wrong kind of bird because she didn't look at it close enough which is, in fact, also the general plot. But, you know, she loves parasitic mimics anyway.
This is about to become a test of how many creatures, beast or man, Shealyn will sacrifice pretending not to understand what's going on to save her own ego. The one she's supposed to crucify, if she ever knew or cared about a single Hermes message (she even reposted crucify the ego early during this), but is objectively refusing, because she's refused to understand what any of these sentiments MEAN.
Lady, lady it should not be this hard to break up with you. You know by now what you need to do. Unfuck thineself, your stupid fuckboy ain't even worth fighting for in the scale of things going on around you, and if he leaves you once you tell the truth, that is a trap you made yourself and still need to face. Aphrodovey has just been replaced by a homing pigeon, but we don't have time for you to unpack all that. Lady, your whole mycobiome is fucked right now, lady. Whatup we're in the house like carpet, or the fungi that determines what lives and dies in a sleeping forest.
I think she really thought I was like, alone in observing this. Not only were the furries she was manipulating watching, and the game server she was trying to invade, and the old mega-coven, but she's just helped established a new brotherhood that are all aware of her toxic lies ground up AND all belong on, or near, or at least understand and respect and follow the path of, this cell; old wolfies and crows in the new way all resonating to talk about thoth and the rest whether following the thread or not, dreaming the same dreams together; and it is what it is, and girlllll, you got problems.
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11 will still always be 11.
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there's a jar in a hole in a box under a nuclear reactor in the bottom of the sea she refuses to return to~
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What part of, you literally can't copy and paste me, my life, my face, my soul, or my works is missing her? Even works she thought she was "only" plagiarizing fiction she was deifying in shadow. But even those, she always missed the point, ground-up. There's a reason the three DMs of the Xorvintaals are three brothers that know the truth and are fighting together around the eldest magus.
Like. Girl. You can't copy my writ core or philosophy, you can't copy my collected communities, you can't copy my years spent teaching many in it, you can't even copy the Xorvintaal or understand why even it is being used to ream you. Literally everything you have ever refused to understand, and always hated, and were jealous of, and tried to destroy, is all being used against you, and all because you have absolutely rejected anything that requires you inspecting or controlling yourself, right up to rolling into this trap. Because you can't. You literally cannot face yourself. You've become too much of a monster, and we both know it, and that's why we're here now, with you.
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#magus stop taking my shit homegirl, u place copyright papersymbol and you take others creations? How you tricks (Reptilians) I know you, you still connected to me. Psycho.
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Her ongoing denial of anything, and everything, and every sign, and every omen, foretelling, manifestation or result, only further exposes that she doesn't actually BELIEVE in her "magic" that she rotates, she is indeed using it for therapy and attention yet charging other people for it, but her random UnBeliefing in anything isn't gonna save her, cuz it Is What It Is until she faces herself, and again, I made her a big game she couldn't escape this time. I knew her too well. We all did, and I don't mean my protoges.
She ignored every warning, man, god or blog post, since at least July, and now we're here. And the very guy she was gonna "warn" about me is, in fact, just helping yeet new toys into the house that Jack and John built. Drove backwards into it. Acted surprised. And now is getting reamed by ten kajillion years of history and her own cowardice behavior which has escalated to here, and the many, many, many great magicians she has very, very thoroughly exhausted. And the new ones being born, both locally around me, and abroad in the wild hearing this mess, and talking of their dreams of this though we have never spoken in person.
Her greatest contribution to Hermes comes only through her failures, and his exhaustion with her. Like, damn Freyjadite, I knew you were mad he clipped your girdle or whatever but he's given you the best possible shoes as an offering for his freedom, and still, you refuse. You just really hate him, actually, even if you think you love him. All of this, all destroying the works of his workers, all for your ego, and now once you're finally cornered by the king of games, you're still running and denying it and thinking you can ignore it out.
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Sorry Shay Shay Shar Shar Sea Star, nobody likes hearing that you're the bad guy, top to bottom, immortally, in this life and across time, to the point it's disrupting ancestors and taking lives and rotting your life inside out, and dragging people to the abyss with you but um.
Baby, Baby, Blue Ray. Sorry.
You're the bad guy.
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Girl this is past psychotic at this point. You not knowing, and not liking, the truth have always been two things you intentionally blurred the line between. Thou hast been dumped, mama maya. Cope. All the way this time.
Start writing. "Rumpocky was never real. Brian was always part of someone else's Brain. The Hermes I was speaking with is not real. These concepts and many works I have stolen belong to Aaron, who I have aggressively misgendered to disassociate from the truth I knew over ten years ago from Oron." And then keep writing from there, and keep writing, and rip out all that nasty shit, cuz we're ripping it out for you and replacing it. You decide if you want to have any autonomy in this process, because you ceded it by aggressively refusing mine.
Yes, Shealyn. At the start, I told you, you threw out everything you wanted. That wasn't exaggerating or puffing. It's what's rotting your world until your holy water is turning acidic and your pets are dying, and you know, the smaller things tend to go first but. Oh well, I guess you won't care about Mark when he goes either, you don't actually care about people, you just use them for yourself until the attention and soft bedding runs out. Which is why we're here.
Spicy messenger pigeon.
SHEA SAY SIKE ABOUT THE EGG. SAY SIKE. NO THIS IS A LEVEL OF GREEK BULLSHIT I REFUSE TO EXPERIENCE WTF SAY SIKE
Because if you aren't messing with me, the triangles were assigned to the people bound into your mess on your end with the binding rune and the spiral, all traffic directs one way really, and that's a really unfriendly message right there.
I already said no bargaining Shea, again, this is all reflection, karma free for me, this is you hurting yourself until you face yourself, so we're ignoring your other whiny reblog and focus on that you won't say sike, just post your spicy pigeon that hates you and talk about my Influence all over your room, i guess, since you won't say fucking sike about the henry egg. bitch that is a REAPER. I influenced real good, since you won't hop off it.
I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE SPECTRAL/COGNITIVE LIKE THE OTHER ONES, I DIDN'T THINK WE'D LAY A FUCKING EGG
fun fact shea. Even me acting through the masses on you is considered a net good. It's a reduction of shadows, while you won't. Not sure if you're familiar, but they're not favored things. Maia, you've become negatively charged, my dear, and we're fixing it since you won't.
There's no way to plea out of this as if your own personal satisfaction is the only good or right to be had in the end. What's wrong is wrong. No means no. Boundaries are important. You can't ride me forever. You know my name, my face, and who I am, and what you are doing, you just did not know who I had become.
Even that is yours to work out. But since the beginning it was said, the only way out of this was you, and the truth. Karma says you need to go away. Ethics say you need to go away. General consideration of blasphemy say you need to go away. Vampire. False teacher. Now you can let the monster you have become die by becoming the truth, or you can wait to roll the dice on full rewire and flatline.
Something about serpents in service industry, blackscreening people rude to managers, pinned documents of theft from supervisors, and blocking someone for starting a kung pow penis chain in his notes, skins removed for homophobic remarks, et cetera. You know, metaphors.
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rupertneve · 2 years
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love-roni · 2 years
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listening to the music i loved when i was 13-15 .. feeling something
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jv · 1 year
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I keep seeing posts here comparing Gaius Julius Caesar with Elon M, in a joking way given the promixity of the Ides of March.
No no, folks, you don't get it.
Musk is not Caesar. Musk is Caesar's parner in the first Triumvirate:
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Marcus Licinius Crassus
Crassus was the richest man in Rome in 53BC, so he decided that means he must be good in whatever he does, so he bought himself an army and, against the orders of the Roman senate, who didn't want to wage war, attacked the persians (well, parthians, whatever they were called at that time, they are persians to me).
Our wonder boy Elon, I mean, Marcus, managed to not only lose half of his army (20k soldiers) in a single battle (the battle of Carrhae, which is a serious contender to be the worst defeat the Romans ever had), but also managed to got the other half to mutiny against his rule and force him to go to negotiate a peace with the Partians, and the negociations went so bad that he got himself killed in the process.
You know in game of thrones, when Khal Drogo kills Viserys Targaryen by throwing molten gold on him? Well, that's inspired by what the Partians did to him.
Is there any doubt that if someone from modern day could replicate his feats wouldn't be other than Mr. Elon Musk?
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objs13 · 1 year
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imwetforyourmom · 1 month
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the stare.
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pt 2
summary: y/n and chris are sworn enemies, and its already bad enough they’re partners for a school trip, but what about when they have to share a bed?
warnings: suggestive, swearing, not proof read
I js know yall have been missing chris
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y/n scoffed as she threw her duffle bag to the ground. crossing her arms as chris walked from behind her, muttering words to himself. before he finally spoke up and his chosen word had been “un-fucking-believable.”
he also scoffed, looking at the one bed infront of them, aswell as the one nightstand.
“it was bad enough when they paired us together, but one bed? count me out.” he spoke, placing his backpack carefully onto the leather caramel colored chair next to him.
“they could’ve at least given two nightstands.” he remarked, glancing at the empty space on the right side of the bed.
“whatever chris. stop bitchin and complaining its getting annoying.” y/n scoffed, before kneeling down and unzipping her duffel bag.
she dug around for some pjs, in which she only found a pair of shorts and a bra, her eyes widened as she found no comfy shirt that she could wear. “fuck me” she mumbled.
chris’ head shot up as the words slipped through her mouth with no extra thought, “e- excuse me?” he spoke, his voice breathy as a small blush coated his freckled cheeks.
her jaw dropped as she looked up, and at him. “no! i- fuck- no. chris. thats- thats not what I meant.” she quickly defended, her cheeks now going red. springing up to her feet as she looked at him, a clear sign of distress evident in her voice.
he chuckled and lifted his chin up at her, a stupid smirk on his face. “all ya gotta do is ask sweetheart.” he spoke, his words ultimately shocking her. sending tingles down her spine as she stared at him in disbelief.
her mouth fell as she tried speaking, nothing coming out though, and no signs either.
chris chuckled dryly and turned around, his hands gripped the hem of his shirt and took it off. his skin glowing in the dim light.
the light reflecting and making all the details on his back more noticeable as they lightly lit up.
y/n shamelessly stared, watching as his back muscles flex.
his back was already hot as fuck.. just imagine his front.
chris turned around, giving y/n a view unintentionally.
y/ns eyes widened as her eyes trailed down his neck, collarbone, shoulders, chest and his v-line.
her lips slightly parted and a small breath escaped as she stared, getting a beautiful view of his body.
feeling arousal pool in her underwear and an ache growing between her legs she squeezed her thighs together.
chris felt eyes on him, and looked at y/n. seeing her eyes on his body, drool pratically falling from her lips.
he smugly smirked and stared into her eyes, “like the view?” he teased, immediately catching y/ns attention.
she stared at his eyes, her cheeks heating up in embarrassment. she licked her dry lips and shut her mouth, swallowing.
“…” only a breath escapes her lips, finding herself too embarrassed to answer. chris chuckled and took a step closer to her.
“use your words baby.” he spoke, his voice going quiet as he got closer and closer to her.
she took as many steps back as she could before her back hit the wall. chris’ smirk only grew as she found herself trapped between the wall and chris’ promixity.
“I- uh.. yes.” she finally spoke up, her voice cracking slightly, she looked diwn at her feet as nervousness took over her body.
chris got closer to her, now up close to her, their bodys not quite touching but close enough to feel chris’ body heat right up on y/n.
chris placed his hand under her chin and brought it up so now they were face to face.
y/n swallowed and stared up at his eyes, licking her dry lips once again as chris kept his eyes trained on hers.
she could feel his breath on her lips, making the urge to kiss him a whole lot harder to defeat.
her lips twitched, chris’ eyes almost immediately darted to her lips. his hand still on her chin. for all y/n knows he could push her face away or bring her face closer to his and kiss her.
the only question is, whats he going to choose?
758 words.
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@luverboychris @luvsturns @meg-sturniolo
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solidagotea · 2 months
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n pondering his life’s decisions on the promix HPCC mycorrhizae
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IT'S KINDA HARD TO CONCENTRATE ON AN ARTWORK WHEN, IN SAID ARTWORK, YOU HAVE ARNO DORIAN EYEFUCKING THE VIEWER (or whoever is in the promixity).
Seriously it's hella hard focus on the lineart fml.
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shotorozu · 2 years
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For the physical intimacy prompt: deku and nose boops!
BOOP — MIDORIYA IZUKU
(send me a bnha character + a physical intimacy prompt in my inbox and i’ll make something out of it!)
note(s): this was kinda shorter than i imagined. i also don’t know what this is and where i was going with it LMAO but yknow what, there’s other midoriya related stuff i’ll write later 👍
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it’s only when you’re right in front of him, at arms reach— when izuku notices you standing in front of him.
despite everything he’s gone through, despite everything you two are— his cheeks go red at the promixity (or, almost lack thereof) and he lets out a small noise.
he jumps back in his chair, creating some distance. you let out a laugh, though sheepishly. “sorry. i didn’t mean to startle you.”
“.. i didn’t mean to get so startled easily.” he replies back, looking up at you from his seated position.
“touché. but it can’t be helped if you’re focused on your notebook!” you reply lightheartedly, and go back to being close to him. you inch your face closer to his— and you’re focused on every detail, as if there was something you wanted to study on his face.
“w—what?” he asks, growing hotter at your observantness. he’s starting to ponder if there’s something on his face— like a dabble of curry sauce he forgot to wipe, or a tiny scratch he forgot or felt the need to take care of.
and then, you reach up and boop him on the nose.
he chokes a little when your finger— soft and gentle on his nose, lingers. and then your finger trails elsewhere on his face in a swiping motion, going from the tip of his nose to his cheeks, and back to his nose.
“did you know that your nose has a lot of freckles?” you ask, your eyes trailing onto his nose. he could take a guess, say that you’re trying to count his freckles, and probably be correct. “at first i was kind of curious on the amount, and then i booped your nose and you reacted so nicely!”
his guess was accurate.
you boop him on the nose again, enjoying the way his face lights up (albeit subtly) and how his cheeks go a bit brighter in color. it makes him look fresh, surprisingly.
what was also surprising, was the way he reached up. you feel like he’s hesitating, until he levels his hand to your face. he then sticks his pointer finger and directs it closer to your face— and reaches as far as he could from his current position.
the tip of his finger makes contact with your nose, and he boops it— making you two even in action.
“boop.” he says, with a small smile that’s as radiant as the sun.
he moves to draw his hand back, but you stop him— unfolding his folded fingers from the pointed hand position, and then you direct his hand to rest against your cheek, laying a hand over his.
you hold that position for a short moment, before booping him unexpectedly.
he looks like he’s at a lost for words.
you smile, appreciating the silent effect you have on him, and pull back from the proximity. “i’ll let you focus on your notebook for now, if you need me i’ll be.. at the corner of your room.”
you smile at him one last time (for that single moment), and izuku concludes that he won’t be able to focus.
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