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infernalwitxhcraft · 1 year

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How To Dilute Essential Oils

Be ready for a long one. Essential oils can be tricky. And they are something you don't want to be using undiluted for the hell of it or because an article you read claims it's more potent if you, ya know, put it directly on (yikes, don't fall for that!). I got certified in aromatherapy five(ish) years ago for the hell of it & to help my business for in-person clientele. While I don't use it as much as I used to, I did learn all the proper dilution techniques that I thought I would share here!

Before I dive into this breakdown, know that it is in your best interest to dilute any essential oil. While lavender doesn't cause a reaction out of most people, it is still in a highly concentrated form. There are many oils, such as cinnamon, that you should never put on your skin without diluting first, as it will cause irritation. It falls into a category of "hot oils" which means that you will feel a tingle or burning sensation, depending on your skin type. Tea tree and lavender are the only two you can use undiluted (and if you have sensitive skin, you may still want to dilute to be on the safe side) - for anything else, you should be grabbing your carrier oil.

Do not replace the carrier oil with water. You remember that you learned somewhere growing up that water and oil do not mix? Yep, same rule applies. They will separate and the oil will still go directly into your skin.

That being said, carrier oils that have nourishing properties for the skin tend to be best. Jojoba, coconut, almond, hell even olive oil all work. The essential oil sticks with the fats in the carrier oil and will slowly absorb into your skin (via the fat in your skin). All of this prevents skin irritation. You can buy these in bulk for a discounted price if you find yourself using essential oils on a regular basis to save on money.

Carrier Oil Breakdown

• Jojoba - usually a favorite of many people that use essential oils in their skincare products. Odorless, non-greasy, a little waxy.

• Coconut - light, doesn't go rancid or leave residue, good for every skin type! You can also use it in a wide range of product types.

• Grape seed - mostly odorless. Best for delicate skin (sensitive skin, for the elderly, etc.)

• Olive oil - heavy & can be greasy, so buy the light stuff. Has strong odor. High in vitamins and minerals, very good for your hair and skin! Be aware though that it will leave some residue until fully soaked in & can clog pores. Personally, I use this a lot for my anointing oils or salves.

• Almond - slightly oily. Best for dry or irritated skin. Beauty & health recipes.

So, some quick pointers.

• Firstly, best way to remember it is it is 1 drop of essential oil per 1 tsp of carrier oil.

• 1% is recommended for children, the elderly, and immunocompromised. 2% dilution for a healthy adult. 3% for short term, small areas (if you're washing it off right away or sometimes in the situations of pain relief).

• Make sure you are diluting if using for hair care.

• Make sure you are diluting if adding into the bath. Remember, oil separates from water. Put the diluted mix in.

• Also, if you're trying to mix essential oils, go ahead and do so. Just make sure that it equals out the entire drop rate (if it were 6 drops, for example, it's be 3 drops of lavender oil and 3 drops of rosemary).

• This is where I'll answer the whole, well what the hell would you use 10% or 25% dilution for? You can use 10% for specific issues, such as an injury. Don't keep at it for more than two weeks. For 25% is the most you should ever go, and that would be for debilitating pain. Don't be using that every day though, and not every type of essential oil is good for that high or concentration.

Now, here's a little conversion list. Hopefully it's clear enough!

• Okay I know that I have followers on both sides of the globe so here's this: 5ml = 1 tsp. 10ml = 2 tsp. 15ml = 1/2 oz. 30ml = 1 oz. Do with that what you will. I am american but I'll be using millimeters to explain since I, too, find it easier.

• For 0.5% dilution: 10ml = 1 drop. 15ml = 1.5 drops. 30ml = 3 drops. You can't do 5ml for 0.5%.

• For 1% dilution: 5ml = 1 drop. 10ml = 2 drops. 15ml = 3 drops. 30ml = 6 drops.

• For 2% dilution: 5ml = 2 drops. 10ml = 4 drops. 15ml = 6 drops. 30ml = 12 drops.

• For 3% dilution: 5ml = 3 drops. 10ml = 6 drops. 15ml = 9 drops. 30ml = 18 drops.

• For 10% dilution: 5ml = 10 drops. 10ml = 20 drops. 15ml = 30 drops. 30ml = 60 drops.

• For 25% dilution: 5ml = 25 drops. 10ml = 50 drops. 15 ml = 75 drops. 30ml = 150ml.

This is where I will mention: children, the elderly, and those that have chronic skin conditions will oftentimes need different dilution rates than the generically given 1%. If you someone that fall into this category, it is in your best interest to speak to your doctor first. Find someone certified that can help you with finding the proper dilution rates, as you may need further adjustments, don't just use these guidelines.

I don't offer clients aromatherapy-only packages anymore (as it worked better in combination). When I was offering that service, I kept it strictly in-person for a reason!

#witchcraft #witch #witchblr #green witch #essential oils #witch tips #witchcraft 101 #how to dilute essential oils #aromatherapy #healing

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zzzinternetperson · 1 year

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-> Jake had been shopping around for new clothes all day. He came across this store that sold tracksuits, hoodies etc. It wasn’t his type of clothes at all, since these type of clothes would make his jock body look goofy, but he for some reason, felt the need to enter the store. As he was checking out the clothes, he saw a simple sleeveless shirt that would show off his biceps perfectly. He decided to go to one of the dressing rooms to try it out. As he entered the cabin, he saw a pair of Rancid-smelling black Nike TNs along with a grey tracksuit & basic shirt. Instead of just giving it to a store employee in case the owner would come back to pick them up, he decided to try them on. He first got his previous black simple shirt off, and put on the grey, sweat smelling shirt. He wasn't expecting anything, considering the size of the shirt compared to the size of his body, and his expectations were right, the shirt didn't fit at all, he all of the sudden felt a weird sensation as if someone was touching and squeezing his torso, back & arms. He didn’t really think anything of it though. As his Pecs deflated, turning flat but defined. His nipples grew, becoming bigger and more sensitive. His Abs shrunk also, this time becoming just flat, with a black treasure trail growing, even though the trail soon wouldn’t be leading to any treasure. His arms shrunk too, and that’s when he started to realize, even though all he could see and imagine was foggy. His arms became average sized, with black hairs crawling up on his arms and to his armpits, which quickly filled with dark bushes of hair that started to emit a strong, unpleasant scent of sweat and teenage manly body odor. Still not realizing completely what was happening, he grabbed the tracksuit, and saw that a black, Calvin Klein underwear was hiding behind it. He quickly removed his own underwear and pants, showing his average sized butt & 7 inch soft penis and got the new one on. The underwear was again, way too tight, it was squeezing his penis and hips, but his body quickly adjusted to fit the underwear. His penis shrunk, from 9 inches hard to a really non impressive and ridiculous 4 inches hard, and an absolutely ridiculous 1 inch soft. People sometimes made fun of his penis for not bulging out of his grey sweatpants, but he was too dumb to react. He just usually sat quietly in shame. His balls became really small, like two smelly grapes that sat really closely to his small cock. His butt shrunk to fit his new frame and lost all of its muscles, but became more round and twink-ish. His butt now looked like two small beach balls, it was perfectly round and smooth although it was hairy and covered in small moles. His butt was all a top could ask for, fluffy, fat and cushiony. His two round and fat buns would now nicely stretch all of his tracksuits and bounce, giggle and vibrate whenever he would walk.

Soon his round butt would be horrible smelling too. A dank, reeking smell of eggy, manly fart coming out of his two round buns and his hole, which would also stink up the back of his underwears and tracksuits. Jake was on autopilot, like he wasn’t controlling his body. He now put on the tracksuit. His legs shrank but still stayed somewhat muscular. They were now covered with a coat of small, black hairs. His body was now at 75% of the transformation. His mind was changing, he now thought he had always been like this. He didn’t question his old clothes being in the changing room, as he put on his horrible-smelling Nikes to leave. His scentless size 15 feet shrunk to fit the shoes, but yet again ended up still being pretty big, as they stayed at a size 12, while keeping big, masculine monkey toes. His feet began to emit a really strong and unpleasant odor. It smelled like heavy french cheese & B.O. It was absolutely horrible, whenever he removed his shoes, he could just stink up a whole entire room with his cheese scent, but yet again Jake thought he had always had smelly feet, he didn’t particularly like having stinky feet, considering the amount of people that complained whenever he removed his Nikes, but at the same time he didn’t care. He was dumb. His face began to change. His hairless chin gaining a black coating of hair along with his upper lip gaining a huge mustache, his blonde hair shortening into a black simple short cut. His face becoming angular, his lips shrinking, teeth whitening. His breath started to smell bad too, like he hadn’t brushed his teeth this morning and still had his musky morning breath. Jake got out of the dressing room, getting a text from his boyfriend telling him to come over, because he wanted to smell his feet, and maybe do some other things. Jake was really excited, his hole was definitely in need, so he took the first bus that lead to his bf’s place and came over,

Sitting on the bus, Jake couldn’t stop farting, the eggy, masculine smell taking over the whole entire bus, which was thankfully almost empty. His big butt was emitting 3 farts every 30 seconds, it was uncontrollable. At least his round cheeks would be stinking enough for his boyfriend to inhale, he thought, even though he was embarrassed by his horrible smelling farts.

Here’s jake, the farting smelly gay scally lad.

#scally #straight to gay #smelly pits #male transformation #top to bottom #smelly feet #stink #musk #scally lad

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antipelargy · 2 years

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You know what would be really funny? If paopu fruits tasted like shit. Just absolutely awful. You take one bite and you gag. Its smell could make flowers wilt. The texture is like a mushy grape. The reason why sharing one is a big deal is that you have to be very committed to someone to put up with eating it. I want you in my life forever and to prove it I will ingest the most rancid fruit imaginable. I will have to plug my nose, drown the taste with juice, and take antacids. It’s all for you babe

#kingdom hearts #paopu fruit #emily emotes #emily original #might make a short comic with this

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lunasilvis · 20 days

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I had these funny dreams about Jane Goodall (the chimp researcher) driving really polluting cars all around England to steal grapes from vineyards with her housekeeper to make rancid tasting wine at home. She was super stealthy and thrilled and evil. Alright

#she drove some Dodge or Land Rover type of 4x4 and also a Mercedes off road SUV #idk lol #I woke up shaking from laughter #personal

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vanilla-cigarillos · 1 year

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Great Butters and Oils for your Homemade Body Care

Here is my personal list of amazing additions to your homemade body care! Hopefully this can be some inspiration for your own recipes.

Olive Oil, Extra Virgin, Organic (EVOO)

Olive oil is high in polyphenols, squalene, and sterols. It is highly emollient and helps with inflamed skin conditions.

Cocoa Butter

Cocoa butter is actually a solid fat that comes from cocoa beans. It adds a good hardness to your soap bars, however you don't want to use more than about 15% in any recipe.

Macadamia Nut Oil

This oil is high in monounsaturated fatty acids, and like jojoba oil, it is similar to the natural oils created by our own skin. It will turn rancid more quickly than other oils, so if you plan on using macadamia nut oil, you might want to purchase it in smaller amounts.

Castor Oil

This oil is wonderful for creating an excellent lather in soaps.

Shea Butter

Shea butter is a softer butter than cocoa butter. It contains nutrients that are not affected by the saponification process when making soap.

Jojoba Oil

This oil is wonderful for dry and oily skin types. It gives a great protective barrier for over-washed hands or dry skin. It is also noted to help with acne, dermatitis, inflamed skin conditions, and oily skin conditions.

Sweet Almond Oil

Almond oil is extremely high in Vitamin E, and although it is decently emollient, it's also highly moisturizing!

Pumpkin Seed Oil

This oil is quickly absorbed, doesn't clog pores, but at the same time is highly moisturizing for your skin! It’s high fatty acid content makes it amazing for both dry and oily skin.

Argan Oil

Argan oil can be pretty expensive, besides creating a softer bar, so only 10% or less should be used for making soap. In recent years argan oil has really come into the spotlight for its potential to promote hair growth, and it’s anti-aging and anti-inflammatory properties.

Grape Seed Oil

This is a lightweight oil that is very high in anti-oxidant plant compounds. It's slightly astringent and emollient, meaning it soaks into your skin well and makes it great for homemade body care!

Hemp Seed Oil

This oil is great for soothing and healing the skin, due to being very high in fatty acids.

Rice Bran Oil

This oil is very hydrating and nourishing for the skin. Used topically, rice bran oil works to improve circulation and even out skin tone by brightening the complexion.

#green witch #kitchen witch #kitchen witch recipe #green witch recipe #hearth witch #hearth witch recipe #soap making #witch #wicca #witchy #witchcraft

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tari-makes-drinks · 11 months

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I have a weird question/challenge for you. I have a really sensitive nose/tongue for alcohol and find the majority of alcohol I've sniffed abhorrent, but kind of want to try being drunk Once.

I had some jello my friend made using a very small amount of Mike's so it barely had any % alcohol in the finished jello and I found it bitter but edible. I had a cupcake frosted with creme de menthe and it did not taste how I expected but wasn't bad. I sniffed a blue-colored mule my friend ordered at the local sushi bar and the smell wasn't offputting. I tasted Viniq once because it was sparkly and it tasted like rancid rotten grape soda 0/10. Again most alcohol I've sniffed has smelled like gasoline to me.

I love sweet fruit flavors, sweet floral flavors, vanilla, mint, honey, and milk/cream, hate bitter sour nutty or spicy stuff, hate coffee and tea so I think I'm very tannin sensitive. I drink bottled craft root beers and fun flavors of milk from a local dairy farm. I'm a sucker for drinks that are neon blue I love blue raspberry juices and sodas.

Can you give me a list of a few different alcohols and/or cocktails I could try that would have as little alcohol taste as possible and taste amazing but still be able to get me drunk? Bonus points for at least one blue drink.

I think there's two directions you could take this.

First, you could just do shots. They taste like shit and will get you drunk. High-proof shots (e.g. Gosling 151 or Everclear) sort of just taste like pain unless you're used to them, so you could get your liquor content that way. You could also go for just straight vodka; svedka produces a blue raspberry vodka that's pretty tasty on its own.

If you end up doing shots, remember that you can keep a glass of juice to wash it down.

Second, you should look at tiki drinks. Cocktails like:

Mai tai

Blue hurricane (there's your blue drink lol)

Zombie

These cocktails often start with a large rum base, then fortify and wrap it in enough sugar and fruit juice it hides the alcohol. You'd have to play with ingredients to figure out what you like--e.g. does orgeat end up tasting sweet (good) or nutty (bad) to you?

All that being said. You're sensitive to the scent of ethanol, which means that you're associating a lot of these drinks with rot. That's a pretty common opinion people have before they acquire the taste (and acquiring it never happens for a lot of people).I welcome additional asks from you as you figure out what works for you.

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fracturestory · 5 months

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Thunk.

The floor creaked beneath her feet. Distant, metallic screeches echoed through her skull, almost drowning out her muted humming. Her small fingers tightened around the fragile glass of the cup she held, unwilling to let it come shattering to the floor. A dim corridor terminated her path ahead—three doors. Faint voices echoed from behind the one to her left.

She watched the water in her glass tremble as a roaring hum tore through the air. Behind it stood the door straight ahead.

Even from behind it, she could smell the burning metal that singed the air. It was a unique scent to say the least; not quite ‘smoky’ in the traditional sense, but also not entirely foreign either. Like someone had lit a vat of rancid oil aflame.

Thunk.

She sucked in a breath before opening the door.

She squinted in the blazing light, both from the sunlight’s reflection off the unpolished metal sheets and from the dancing flickers of color shimmering now against her surroundings, eclipsed by the silhouette of a helmeted figure hunched over its source. She immediately covered her eyes with a free hand, well aware of the harm that those flickers could bring.

Thunk.

“Zoey?”

The flickers ceased.

“Zoey!” The figure chuckled, lifting their visor. “You didn’t have to fill the cup that far. You want any snacks while you’re at it?”

Zoey shook her head, carefully placing the glass onto the corner of a table as she entered the garage. A stray drop of water ran down her hand as she around to face the figure.

“Nope! You think we can go to that ice cream place again later, Lisa? They have this weird new flavor that I wanna try. Y’know, the one where they have grape juice mixed with chocolate?”

“Maybe,” Lisa stood up. She pulled her welding helmet off and set it down on the table beside the glass. “You know your mom doesn’t want you eating too much ice cream, right?” She picked up the glass and took a sip. A chuckle escaped her as she finished. “Alright, just a small cup this time, ‘kay? You had a bigger bowl than me last time.”

“Oka—”

A loud SHOOM rattled the concrete beneath them, followed by a dull, almost growl-like hum. Dust sifted down from above as the blast subsided around the two girls.

Lisa coughed as she pulled the collar of her shirt over her nose. She reached over and did the same with Zoey. “Stay here,” she said in muffled tones. “I’m gonna check on the boys. Go out to the driveway if it gets too dusty, alright?”

She turned around as frenzied footsteps thumped up from behind the garage door, followed by muffled pounding. “Lis!” the voice cried. “Lisa! A huge hole just opened up in the basement! I tried to pull them away, but—”

Another tremor tore through the house, followed by an earsplitting creaaak as cracks shot up across the floor and walls. The door slammed open.

“Lis!”

The hum from before was louder now that the door was open, yet it felt like all had gone quiet in this moment.

“Caleb,” Lisa’s voice pierced through the uneasy silence. “Show me.”

A single nod was all it took. Lisa trailed behind her brother, following him out of the garage and down into the open doorway to the basement. A dark, almost milky haze obscured the bottom of the stairwell.

Caleb stepped back, trembling hands gripping tightly against the railing.

“That… that wasn’t there before. Wh—”

“You think?” Lisa stepped past him, blocking his path with her arm. “Go stay with Zoey in the garage just in case. Or, no, you two go out to the driveway, ‘kay? I don’t want either of you two to be anywhere near… whatever this is. Your friends are still downstairs?”

“Y-yeah. I think so.”

Lisa stared into the darkness for a few more seconds before backing away, nudging her brother to do the same as tendrils of shadow pulsed from the dark miasma clouding their view. Dark lines spiderwebbed out in every direction around them, like cracks spreading across a mirror.

“It’s spreading,” she took another step back, nearly shoving her brother as she turned. “Caleb, go. Now.”

The two fled back to the top of the stairwell, Lisa slamming the door behind herself as she herself exited. She could feel her heart beating in her throat.

What was that down there?

It was hard to describe the hum as it sounded now. It was almost… mechanical, in a sense, rising and falling in pitch in gentle pulses as if it were a motor accelerating.

That was when it wasn’t crackling with the might of a thunderstorm.

Run.

Fractured thoughts filtered through her paralyzed mind. If Caleb’s friends were still down there, they weren’t talking anymore.

Run.

The word screamed through her head.

Run.

Were they—

Run.

Her eyes shifted to a worried Caleb, standing at the garage door and staring back at her. He was saying something.

Run

Run.

She finally tore away from the shut door, racing back into the garage with her brother in tow.

“Lisa!” Zoey sounded surprised by her return, popping up from behind a table with a socket wrench in her hand. “Did you—”

She shrieked as Lisa grabbed her by the hand, pulling her away and out of the garage.

“You two stay here,” Lisa stopped on the driveway. “I don’t know what’s going on, but this isn’t an earthquake. There’s… something down there. Caleb, call mom and dad and tell them what’s happening.”

“O-okay,” Caleb dug his hands into his pockets, feeling around. “I left my phone in the basem—”

Lisa slapped her own phone in his hands. “You already know the password, use my phone instead. Zoey, you stay with him until I get back.”

She could barely make out the pained expression on Zoey’s face before she turned away, making a beeline for the hanging tools on the wall.

A C-clamp and a length of tie-down strap would have to do.

…What was she doing?

“Lisa?” she could vaguely make out Zoey’s voice from somewhere behind her.

Her body marched itself back through the garage door. The basement’s stairwell was wide-open now; wherever its door had gone in the fleeting moments that she spent outside, she did not know.

Whatever the case was, the inky darkness had almost reached the top now. The haze had also strangely dispersed giving way instead to a uniform black; like a bubble made of pure shadow. Though, the black lines that snaked out from the ‘core’ lingered. She took a deep breath, hooking the clamp around the handrail. She twirled its handle until it had tightened, then began to tie the strap around her waist.

Every nerve in her body screamed for her to flee just as she had before.

“Lisa!” Zoey shoved herself between Lisa and the top of the stairwell. “Come on! You have to go too! Before something else bad happens! Caleb said you can check on his friends later!”

Lisa’s heart dropped.

“…Zoey?”

Zoey’s gaze drifted downward. To the darkness that now surrounded her feet.

Lisa did the same.

“…Lisa, I can’t feel my feet.”

Lisa looked back up to Zoey’s paling face.

“I can’t feel my feet, I can’t feel my feet—” Zoey’s voice wavered as she began to hyperventilate. She gripped Lisa’s arms. “Lisa, what do I do now?”

“Lisa!” Caleb’s voice came from the garage. “It’s coming through the wall now, too! I can see it!”

Her heart pounded in her throat. She grit her teeth, looking wildly around for something, anything, that she could use.

She shook her head. There was no time. She grappled Zoey beneath her arms the best she could without stepping into the shadows herself, pulling upward once she was steady. This had to—

“Ow…” Zoey managed through her own panicked breaths. Her voice was barely a whisper now. “Lisa, I’m scared.”

Lisa released her. The darkness was halfway up her calves now, and only creeping higher. Another razor-thin tendril raced past them, though this time it was suspended mid-air.

There was hardly room to stand anymore. Lisa felt her back press against the door opposite the stairwell, still holding onto Zoey by her hands. “Hold on, Zoey. I’ve still got you. You hear me?”

Zoey lifted her head, locking eyes with Lisa. She forced a trembling smile as her grip tightened a little. A shot of pain flashed across her face as she did so.

“I’ve got you.”

Lisa looked down to Zoey’s hands.

And the trickle of blood that now stained her own.

“Is everything going to be okay?”

Lisa pursed her lips. She shook her head. “No, but as long as I’m still here, I’m sure as hell gonna try.”

She felt another pair of hands grip around her own arm as she too began to sink into the darkness.

“Caleb?” she jerked her attention to her brother. “I thought I told you and Zoey to stay in the driveway!”

“Yeah, but Zoey’s my friend too” —Caleb grunted, tugging with all his strength— "Just because you’re her babysitter doesn’t mean that you have to save her by yourself. And…” He paused for a moment, heaving before he began to pull again, his feet slipping uselessly against the floor. “I’m not… going to let… another one… disappear. And you know I’m not letting you get eaten either!”

Lisa shifted her gaze downward. The bubble of darkness was up to her knees now.

Their fate had been sealed.

She glanced one last time to Zoey, her unconscious torso still poking out from the rest of the mass.

Her blood dripped down into the abyss.

She looked now to Caleb. He gave another futile tug, straining from his perch at the edge of the doorframe.

There was really only one thing left that she could do now. At the very least, perhaps it could spell an end to their collective dread.

She wrenched her arm from Caleb’s grasp and threw herself fully into the darkness.

#fractures #tumblr writers #writeblr #my posts #original fiction #novel writing #authors on tumblr #writing community #creative writing #rough draft #original story #original character

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restrainedhungr · 2 months

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🕯️ (for silco annnnd jinx)

send me 🕯️to hear my character's inner thoughts about your character.

Silco

" He's super nice. He kinda reminds me of dad! If dad had a weird eye, and actually talked to me. It's weird how strong but really skinny and small looking people can be! He looks like a twig sometimes, a bug stick, but his smell is everywhere. I wonder what kind of strength he has. He's gotta be strong in some way for people to follow him! And if he owns everyone. I wonder what he tastes like. I think cabbage. . . . "

Jinx

" Grapes. She smells like grapes. And blood. But everyone smells like blood. Mostly grapes though. I don't know how to feel about her guns, her hair is so long. Why do people grow it out that long? Doesn't it catch on stuff and get dirty? Yuck! And the flees!! Oh no not the flees. I should check her for them next time. They can be really rude. Oooohhh maybe I could talk to the bats to help her out with that. They like eating bugs, I think. I do like her room, so much space to hang around like a cave! But like, a really big one, not a cage like I was stuck in. Small stupid thing. I wish I still had my wings to fly around in it, I wonder if she has any. She doesn't smell human, I don't think. Ooohhh I hope her blood tastes like grapes, would she be willing to share? I could give her some of mine. . . we could trade!! "

Silco

" His scent is rancid. Something isn't right about it. His eye is wrong for even human or animal. Unnatural. Disgusting. I wouldn't spend a moment gnawing on his bones, it wouldn't be worth the effort. That must be his strength. So unimposing, no real predator cares. Or all predators are dead. . . . good. More for me to hunt. More for me to kill. It could be mine. This could be my territory. . . no. It smells too bad. No worthy pack here. "

Jinx

" She smells as foul as the other. Worse. . . but familiar. Needs more unleashed, too tethered to a chain. Suitable for a pack, below. Underling. Could improve if she stopped with that BLARING NOISE. Too much noise from her. "

#you can choose // ic #jynxd

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seyoung230 · 1 year

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Reference Work

Kathleen Ryan

Kathleen Ryan’s exhibition is a study of grossly overripe fruit: Fleshy chunks of festering “watermelon” are dispersed across two rooms while a twisted stem of deflated “grapes” regally occupies a third. Glimmering and putrescent, these enlarged, human-size sculptures of spoiled fruit are adorned with a seemingly infinite number of multicolored glass beads and semiprecious stones whose placement convincingly replicates the otherworldly abstractions of creeping mold spores. As contemporary bedfellows to sixteenth- and seventeenth-century Dutch vanitas of rotting food, they entangle excess with refuse and rebrand abjection as seduction. The underbellies of Ryan’s six bejeweled watermelon sculptures reveal sharp slivers of aluminum, dispelling the illusion of organicity. Fabricated from the hull of a scavenged Airstream camper, these metal rinds make up another experiment in dissection, this one executed on the manufactured object. In Bad Melon (Big Chunk) (all works 2020), the Airstream’s window and antennae protrude from what appears to be a huge, studded mound of rancid fruit pulp. The large flap of metal in Bad Melon (Wedge) resembles a Sputnik fragment with a teeming outgrowth of cell-like gems. Strewn about the space, these equally repulsive and attractive objects create a strange mortal-industrial wasteland tinged with the trappings of luxury.

https://www.artforum.com/picks/kathleen-ryan-82395

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notyour-valentine · 2 years

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There is only one thing ~ Wolfgang Borchert

This is the English translation of Wolfgang Borcherts Dann gibts nur eins! I am not a professional translator, but this is my attempt:

You, man at the maschine and man in the workshop.

When tomorrow they order you, to no longer make water pots and pipes - but steel helmets and machine guns, there is only one thing:

Say NO!

You. Girl behind the counter and girl in the office.

When tomorrow they order you to fill hand granades and mount sights on sniper rifles, there is only one thing:

Say NO!

You. Owner of a factory.

When tomorrow they order you to make gunpowder instead of cocoa, there is only one thing:

Say NO!

You. Researcher in the laboratory.

When tomorrow they order you to invent new ways to end old life, there is only one thing:

Say NO!

You. Poet in your chamber.

When tomorrow they order you to sing of hate instead of love, there is only one thing:

Say NO!

You. Doctor at the sickbed.

When tomorrow they order you to declare soldiers fit for combat, there is only one thing:

Say NO!

You. Pastor in the pulpit.

When tomorrow they order you to bless murder and sanctify war, there is only one thing:

Say NO!

You. Captain abord deck.

When tomorrow they order you to ship tanks and canons instead of corn, there is only one thing:

Say NO!

You. Pilot on the airfield.

When tomorrow they order you to drop bombs and phosphor over cities, there is only one thing:

Say NO!

You, tailor at your workbench.

When tomorrow they order you to make nothing but uniforms, there is only one thing:

Say NO!

You. Judge in your robe.

When tomorrow they order you to sit at a court-martial, then there is only one thing:

Say NO!

You. Man at the train station.

When tomorrow they order you to give the signal to send troops and munitions, there is only one thing:

Say NO!

You. Man in the village and man in the city.

When tomorrow they order you to report for military duty, there is only one thing:

Say NO!

You. Mother in Normandy, mother in Ukraine, you, mother in Fisko and London, you, at the shores of Hoangho and Mississippi, you, mother in Naples and Hamburg and Cairo and Oslo - Mothers of all continents, mothers in all parts of the world, when tomorrow they order you to bear children, nurses for field hospitals and soldiers for new battles, mothers of the words, then there is only one:

Say NO! Mothers, say NO!

Because if you don’t say NO, if YOU don’t say no, Mothers,

then:

The great ships will groan into silence in your steamy, noisy cities, and float like the cadavers of drowned mammoths between the dead and deserted docks, once shiny and lively, now covered in seaweed, mussels and mold, reeking of rot and ruin -

The cities’ trams will lie dented and empty, like glassy-eyed cages next to the steel skeletons of tracks and wires, somewhere behind rotting sheds in lost, torn streets -

The muddy-gray, sickly-thick leaden silence will roll over the earth, hungrily, growing, will feed on schools and universities, on theaters, on sport fields and playgrounds, gruesome and greedy, unstoppable -

The juicy, sunkissed grapes will rot in their abandoned vineyards, rice will wither in parched earth, potatoes will freeze in barren fields and cows will stretch their death-stiffened legs to the skies like upturned milking stools -

The genius inventions of great doctors will sour in institutions, will turn to fungus and mold -

In kitchens, in chambers and cellars, in cool houses and storage units the last sacks of flour, the last jars of strawberries, pumpkin and cherry juice will spoil - bread will turn green on shattered plates under toppled tables and the rancid butter will reek, the grain will lie limp and lifeless like a fallen army in the fields next to rusty plows and the smoking chimneys, the amboss and vents of the factories will be covered by eternal grass to crack and crumble - crumble- crumble -

Then the last person, with shredded bowels and poisoned lungs, answerless and alone under the poisonous, glaring sun and the swaying skies, will stagger forth between gaping mass graves and foolish fallen concrete idols, wandering between deserted cities, the last person, thin, insane, cursing, mourning - and his terribly cry: WHY? - will echo fading across empty plains, will whisper through shattered ruins, will drown in debris of churches, will slap against bunkers, will drown in pools of blood - unheard, answerless, the last cry of an animal of the last human animal -

All this will happen, tomorrow, maybe tomorrow, maybe already tonight, maybe tonight, if - if -

you don’t say NO!

#Wolfgang Borchert #Dann gibt's nur eins #Sag Nein!#trümmerliteratur #war poetry #poetry

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JFSNBFKSHF-- ADDING ON TO THE SUPERNATURAL BULLY THE FATUI AU--

Imagine the ANGST FODDER-- i imagine that diluc got turned during his 3 to 4 years away and hes still stricken by the grief and everything that happened which is why when he started acting That Way aka like a vamp, everyone attributed it to his grief and time gone so literally noone suspects.

Except for Kaeya.

Well, its more like Kaeya can sense that somethings wrong-- that somethings up with diluc. Because while yes, it is understandable for him to act a little more reclusive and a little more distrusting but this... too much. There's something... off, in the way he keeps his distance. In the way he acts.

Charles seems to know... something, considering how, whenever he gets a day off or vacation, he always comes to do his morning shift before letting Diluc take over the rest of the day. Everytime-- even if its a multiple day vacation, he always takes care of the morning shift. If not, Diluc is usually there the second the tavern opens-- seemingly not having left for the winery after his evening shift.

And speaking of working the bar, hes always more than a little stiff. Especially when the tavern is full. Like he was... restraining himself, for some reason. A little thirstier too, having abandoned his small flask of grape juice for a full on bottle of the thing. Just a couple liter bottle of grape juice thumping along against his hip.

And speaking of, that "grape juice", if it even was grape juice, is possibly the most rancid thing Kaeya has ever smelled. He caught a whiff of it as he quickly opened the bottle and, archons it smelled disgusting. He said something about it afterwards, something about rotten grapes and his brothers horrid sense of taste, laughing as he swirled his drink and Diluc, for a moment, just gave him this... pained, undecipherable look. He then turned away with a jab, saying something about alcohol and its rancid taste and smell.

As Kaeya returned home that night, he kept muddling over why he was so concerned over the smell. Why it was so... familiar. Like that strange, sort of metallic tang had graced his nose many, many times before...

:)))

Especially if like it's a world certain mythological creatures like vampires and such are very looked down upon. Or no one believes them. So when it hits Kaeya, there's a big denial phase. Like no way Diluc's a monster now. But Kaeya starts noticing all the little signs that just simply rubbed him the wrong way before.

I don't know If he would ever confront Diluc. But he would defiantly make sure that no one else could possibly learn Diluc's new secret.

#Supernatural!Bully Brigade #diluc #diluc ragnvindr #kaeya alberich #kaeya #diluc and kaeya

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