#Best Long Lasting Cooling Talcum Powder

[anlian-aishang]

I don't even care anymore, I want to bury my head in Levi’s sweaty tits, the whack he would give me for even trying would be 100% worth it

optional sfw prequel: here tags: levi x reader, canonverse, explicit smut, sweat kink, control dynamics, degradation, penetration, post-ejac cunnilingus, light cum talk, fem!reader word count: 3800

“You’re filthy, you know that?”

Your toothy grin was so perfectly irritating. It was the kind of cocky smile he would smack off of others. On you, it was the kind his tongue yearned to swipe away. “You sure about that, Captain?” 

Right hand kneaded his chest, thumb and index finger flicked against his nipple. “If we’re being objective, I think you’re the gross one.”

The clean freak grit his teeth, knowing you were not wrong and that there was no adequate retort. It had been one of those stifling summer days. The glare of the sun seemed to blind no matter which direction one faced. Humidity caused skin to feel sweaty the second one stepped outside. No one enjoyed these temperatures, but no one was as susceptible to them as Levi. It was something he had always known, yet tried his best to keep secret, lest Hange, the cadets, or worst of all - you, found out about it. Hange, he knew they would ridicule him endlessly. All the years he had called them four-eyes, Levi loathed to imagine the vengeful nicknames they would come up with given this condition. The fresh recruits, if they saw him flushed and drenched in sweat simply by standing outside and before any exercise - he didn’t care if it made them doubt his abilities, he worried that they would brush off his command. For his ego, their success in the regiment, and how they would do beyond the walls - that would be a lose-lose situation. 

Then, there was you.

You were effortlessly beautiful and always pristine. On most days, he should’ve been the perfect match for you, but if you saw how fervid he could get in the summer - his chances of a relationship with you were hopeless.

Levi tilted his head back and sighed, how wrong he had been about that. 

That one day last summer, fate or Erwin - depending on which of you was asked - had brought you to the same assignment. Supervising the recruits’ morning training, just standing there in the shade, it shouldn’t have been that hard. However, that particular combination of humidity, hot temperatures, and the sultry air between the two of you had him drenched long before the shift was over.

Despite his sweltering state then, your interest in him did not cool down. That evening, as he was heading home to shower, he found a short but sweet note, a jar of talcum powder, and your signature placed particularly on his doormat. It was then that Levi realized that you cared about him, and he had a feeling that he knew how much. The next several months, you both took small steps to understand each other’s feelings and convey your own. A box of chocolates for your birthday. A tin of tea leaves at the end of each winter week. A kiss, then a longer one. Nights spent together, then weeks. And now, pinning him to his bed.

Levi closed his eyes and took a slow, deep breath. That day, he thought he had repulsed you. That evening, you let him know that you accepted him. Tonight, you wanted him to know just how much more there was to it. 

Hands snuck beneath the cotton top that you had hiked up to his collarbone. You pressed your palms to his pecs and massaged them in a slim radius with deep, infatuated pressure. Smooth skin slicked in sweat caused your hands to constantly slip from their hold, arousing yet agitating. Keeping him in place, your torso met his front as you propped your chin on his breastbone. As you continued to knead him in your hands, your wrists inadvertently teased his sensitive patches. Head nestled, you laid your cheek on his chest and stared shamelessly. Breath cool on his dampened skin, you admired how his peaks steepened as you spoke, “You’re so flushed… sweating from top to bottom…” Concern in your voice was inflated, teasing. Again, that smile painted itself across your face and aggravated him so perfectly. “Is it the weather, or something else?” 

With his standard composure, he would have rolled his eyes at your obvious self-indulgence, setting yourself up for praise. Just as he opened his mouth, prepared to deflect with snark, you pushed your lap down to his. Your timing deliberate - his reaction leaked through parted lips. Though you continued to grind, squinted eyes and clenched teeth tried to bring him back to coherence. Through a half-lidded wink, Levi asserted, “Record high, isn’t it?”

“Hm, yeah…” you tipped your index to your lip, overacting, and countered, “But that wouldn’t explain all the wet I feel down here…” You wiggled your hips until his length was wedged below the strip of your panties, the only barrier between your dampening passion and his warm precum. 

Levi bit his lip and tried to avert his gaze, an attempt to hide his tell. Battling within himself - continue to be humiliated like this or bring you back down to earth? His flickering eyes allowed you to spectate that fight. If he looked away, he could get a grip of himself. But at the same time, how could he not stare? You were so clearly enjoying yourself - a blissed out look on your face, the rock of your hips accelerated - it made it even harder for him to hide his enjoyment. Voyeuristic satisfaction as you watched him struggle between pride and pleasure - all worthless in the end: no matter his facial expression, his hips don’t lie. 

Hands snapped to the sides of his traps. Fingernails scraped his undercut. By that hold, you turned him this way and that way, allowing you to have your way with him. Bites on the cusp of his ear. Lipstick outlined the path from the cut of his jawline to the tendons that stood from his neck. Yanking his collar down, saliva swiped at his clavicle.

In trying to wear him down, though, you were drowning yourself as well. Hardened member forced your wet folds and dry lace to meet, layers of friction overstimulated vulnerable nerves. Hands desperately anchored to his shoulders in your endeavor to regain the stability that you yourself had worn out, but they only allowed him to sense the trembles in your arms and the twitching of your fingers. Eyes rolled back in your head, Levi let a smirk slide by, realizing that his desire was not something he had to fight, but indulge. In that way, your command would continue to weaken and control would be his - your composure in the palm of his hand, his goddamn horny mess wrapped around his finger. 

Feet ground into the mattress, Levi arced his thighs and calves to lift himself from the bed and solidify the marriage of your bodies. Hip bones punctured your inner thighs. Muscled V smooth against your pressed clit. Through his canvas pants, he could feel your warm wet start to seep through. Levi huffed, “You are filthy…”

Your hands were shaky as they fumbled for his belt. Loud clangs as you freed the leather out from under the metal buckle. A sudden snap as you tore at his button. The sound of a zipper’s rapid pull had become an aphrodisiac. The damp, spreading patch at the tip of his bulge drew a habitual lick of your lips. Maybe he was right, maybe you were disgusting, but the regiment’s neat freak still slept with you night after night. He knew what he was in for. Over his cotton briefs, you traced your tongue along his shaft and swirled over his head. When it rose to your mouth, you snickered, “And you love it.” 

He didn’t object, but merely bunched his fists in the sheets at your sides. Smiling, you beckoned, “Show me how much.”

You had hardly uttered the last syllable before you found yourself on your back. Whiplash intense - for a moment, you forgot which way was up. Flipped around, your head nearly hit his solid wooden footboard, but in Ackerman’s arms, you had no need to fear. That was what you told yourself as his shadow overcast you, lip twitching. Dilated pupils had pushed his irises to the brim - his gaze completely dark. Lake blue eyes had disappeared, dyed by lenses of black ink. Insane? Maybe.

“And you’re sure you’re ready for that?” His face was impossible to read. Crimson cheeks contrasted with his flat lip. Beads of sweat contradicted the idle in his gaze. His eyes scoured your body, craving confirmation of what he already could read. Hardened peaks at your chest stretched your t-shirt fabric thin. Your sex was so thirsty, underwear nearly disappeared between your folds, your pussy’s vain attempt to swallow. Levi bit his lip and salivated, “You can handle me?”

You couldn’t handle him, but that was the point. A man on the brink, singed by the sun and ignited by his lover. Ferocity personified - you wanted to be consumed by him. Just one more drop of fuel, you threw your hand in his hair and tugged him to your front. Eyes locked, you dared him, “Get on with it.”

Consumed was how you had phrased it. Devoured was more accurate. Jaw stretched, Levi slid your neck between his teeth. Tongue flickered against the sensitive skin. Where his mouth could not reach, he grabbed with his hand. A pressure just below the choke point. Thumb massaged the lump in your throat, calloused fingertips swooped to your nape. Levi noticed that your skin felt startlingly dry - but it forced him to reconcile that he himself was just that soaked. He grit his teeth, annoyed - an annoyance that flared his actions. Ultimately, you were his reprieve. 

Levi ripped your shirt off and dove to your chest. He pinched your nipples and turned them as if they were faucet handles, the ones that would release the quench to his thirst. Hickeys left, sucking you vigorously, like a pour about to overflow out the glass, audibly salacious. Levi drank you down as if you were the last water on earth - the oasis in his desert. The sight of your arousal spilling out your panties and onto his sheets was such a waste, he pulled the garment to your ankles and used his length to fill the space where it had been. Swollen cock hardly fit into your cunt, but was the perfect fit to stop your flooding. Eyes fluttered shut, head tipped to the side, relaxed and relieved that your fluids were reserved for him. Repletion refreshed. You arched your brows at the irony: as he coated himself in your juices, his sweat dripped down to you - consistent, heavy, surrounded - as if you had been caught in a rainstorm. The most crass water cycle.

“Mm, babygirl,” Levi moaned into your ear, “so wet...” 

Could say the same to you. A sweaty, leaky mess of a man.

Each admiration of your arousal was accompanied by accelerated thrusts. The thought of you dripping for him was enough to make his drive surge, but then there was the feel of you: a block of ice down his back, the first swig of water after a long hike. your walls squeezed him nearly too tight, but it made withdrawing that much more satisfying. Incentivized to rinse and repeat. 

As his dives went deeper and as your sex sought satiation, the sound of your slams reverberated off the walls and throughout the room. You wondered if the rest of headquarters would hear. Levi was in too deep to care. Even as your gasps and screams heightened, as his mattress springs bounced, as his bed frame scraped the wooden floor beneath and rammed against the wall - the insinuations of these noises were useless to him. If anything, he longed to sustain their symphony. 

His sweat came in drops at first, but now, your bodies were melting together. His susceptibility to heat made temperatures contagious: each fuck he fed you was fuel to the fire in your core - its embers sizzled, frying each of your nerves. Soon, you would explode. If not soon enough, you would burn out before you could experience the high.

The fucking grew faster, deeper, more powerful. Metrics approached the particular combination that always unwound you - the one he had meticulously memorized. A card he kept pocketed to induce your orgasm. This time was the first that he did not consciously whip it out, but rather, you had forced his hand. Knotting your ankles at the indent of his spine, knees hugged at his waist. The breathless, pathetic attempts at his name, how fucking good you felt. As your lover, he would say it was to make you feel good, to watch you feel good. For Levi Ackerman, it was to fill you up with his seed and make you limp in the morning, reminding any passerby who you belonged to. 

You threw your hands past his traps and dug your nails into his shoulders. Infatuating yet infuriating: his skin was so slickened that your hands could not secure him, but instead slid down his figure. By your legs, enveloping yourself around him, clinging to his body as if your life depended on it - finally, you had set him up for mocking revenge, “You just can’t get enough, huh?” 

Purposeful or not, you couldn’t tell and you didn’t care - his pace and strength were considerately merciless. Your speech was nearly incoherent now, but Levi had grown fluent in your vulgar dialect, “Levi, Levi please!” You arched your back off the bed and squirmed, straining to push yourself further down his length. “M’Make me… Let - Ahh!! - Let me…!” 

Levi rolled his eyes and spat, “No shame at all…” In that same breath, he aligned his arm with your spine and gripped your nape in his opposite hand and snatched you to a seat on his lap. It should have been hard for him to fuck you like this, but the ravenous chase of your climax and his evolutionary need to cum in you freed him from resistance. Muscles began to pulsate with how much Levi demanded of them, but they held out, knowing that they would soon be relieved by an all-consuming, otherworldly pleasure.

Sweat encased both of your bodies, it was no longer discernible where yours stopped and his started. Arousal filled your cunt and coated his cock - your lubrication and his anticipation had blended. Two became one. It was only natural that the climax would be shared as well. The ripple of his flexing muscles expelled into your core, your middle rhythmized to swallow all he had to give you. Ringing ears, sharp inhales, shaky exhales - nearly all sensations were felt simultaneously and endured longer than either of you were used to. Cycled back: Levi drained himself to fill you, but was replenished by your gratitude - the pour of your cream doused his body. Soaking wet all over, yet both of your throats ran dry. Your gasping was unbelievably high. The husk in his voice sank him by octaves. 

Comedowns were mirrored in one another. Your hand cupped the crown of his head - with the little control you had, you convinced your arm to work past its twitches and comb his hair back in order. Levi tipped his forehead to the inflection between your breasts - warm breath and dishevelled bangs tickled your tummy. Oh - Levi, fuck, fuck me shuffled and repeated until the two of you could see again, hear again, breathe again. 

Fuck again.

Levi propped his hand behind him and used it as a pivot, rolling himself over and throwing your back to the bed. You giggled at first, but when that determined look from earlier revived, you shivered, “Wh-What are you doing?”

Levi cocked a brow and swiped his tongue against the bottom of his top teeth. “I thought you knew -” he growled, “I’m the type to save the best bite for last.”

You hadn’t even come down, but he was already scaling back towards your peak. Clammy hands clamped below your mid-thigh and hoisted your legs up - the top of your foot and kneecaps both visible, head over heels. Even though you had been together for many months, this angle was absolutely shameworthy. There was no way to hide, but you had seen him in that state long ago - for all that time since then, this was always what he sought in return. Propped like this, all of you on display, you felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment. Now, it was your turn to sweat. 

Thumb started at the bottom of your crest and slowly slid up. After tracing your right side, his thumb would apex at your clit, press, and give a few slow, strong rotations. Then, reflected on your left side. Pattern repeated until the ache of your eager bud was visible. Inner folds massaged until they were arid enough to crave his mouth. When your arms autonomously reached down, fingers threaded in his hair - before you could pull him towards you, Levi dove in. 

Eating you out, drinking you down - strategy was conveyed in each of his movements. Tongue plunged past your entrance and licked along your curves and ridges. Scraping your walls, when the unspeakable jam pooled on the tip of his tongue, he viciously gulped it down. The way his veins rose in his neck constantly communicated that he craved more and savored the taste. You never thought he would, in fact, he was the last person you would expect this from. You dipped your head back into his pillow and sighed, perfect pleasure but also the fine memories of all the times he had performed on you before. Levi consumed you like candy, his goal always to let you know that he was first in line for your flavor. At the same time, he was the last person you would predict to eat you clean after the act, but he was the first person you would anticipate it from. Head spinning, he could tell: steel eyes gazed up to you and solidified your understanding. His mouth was occupied, but for you to know how much he enjoyed this - words were not needed, perhaps even insufficient. The white-knuckle grip of your thighs, the crude slurping sounds, the involuntary and instinctual thrusts into the mattress, and the reawakening solidity that you could sense - there were no words for them, nor the pleasure you felt. No lexicon could do his oral justice. 

You settled for the loving yet fierce caress of his head, silently encouraging. Your moans begged him to keep going, but your angelic sighs took the choice away from him: he could not help but chase another. He would do anything to hear you like this - the amplitude of his desire could make everything feel like nothing. The taste of your syrup on his tongue - sugary sweet positive reinforcement, he had been conditioned to salivate. From over the tops of your hips, his long, slender fingers met at the top of your opening and pulled you apart, making space for his stern brow and straight nose to join the play. Each time he came up, you noticed more and more of his facial features glossed with your arousal - no, it was his, too. His white outlined his eyebrow. Your clear turned his rosy cheeks into a bright, illuminated red. Now and then, he would pull himself away yet angle himself specifically so that you could watch him pinch his chin clean or lick his lips pristine again. 

The sight of him turned your vision hazy. You struggled to make out - was that a smile or did you imagine it? Was he getting drunk off this or was he inebriating you? Your mind sprinted between a thousand theories, searching for the most desirable among them. Heartbeat accelerated, sex throbbing - physiology prevented your ability to arrive at an answer. All at once, he was everything, your everything. 

It may have been the most unexpected place for such a sentimental epiphany. Fucked out, filled with cum, overflowing onto his face and down his throat - maybe it was just overstimulation, but you felt yourself choke up, tears threatening to dawn. The way that he loved you in all of your ways and for all that you were, how he praised you when you were most vulnerable and grounded you when you were most riled - your cunt hummed, your heart sang. For as long as you could remember, from that very first sweltering day, Levi had become your world. The way that he fucked you, ate you, and treated you reciprocated: you were his world, too.

Your whole body was shamelessly displayed, but the reassurance you saw on his face and felt through your sex gave you the confidence needed to cum. Cum, Levi was about to encourage it or demand it - whichever would get you off in that second - but your release interrupted him before he could ask for it. Your sudden jolt forward and its accompanying, startling cry caused him to momentarily flinch, but he strengthened his hold and gifted you the stimulation that always got you there. Tendons rose from his hand. Forearms flexed hard. Fingertips curled into your skin, trembles shared. Teeth scraped your sensitive skin. Soft tongue was quick to soothe. Each wave of your pleasure, he gulped down eagerly. Finally, an enamored sigh, he had found the cure for hot summer days: a hot summer night in bed with you.

As you thrashed in orgasm and whined in ecstasy, Levi carried you through all that you felt - as he always had - in good and bad. Warmth flowed throughout your bloodstream, cooled by both of your exertions: a return to endurable temperatures. Breaths regular, heart rate standard. Nearly all of your body was blissed, but the sting of nerves that had endured two rounds with Levi Ackerman - they demanded to know why you had such unrealistic standards for them. No one could be expected to take him twice in one night, but that was just one of the traits that kept him crawling back to you and between your legs. You took him in and accepted him like no one else could or ever had.

Just how much the heat got to him, the hot mess he perspired into - those weaknesses had been revealed to you despite his long standing endeavor to hide them.

How you longed to drown in his sweat and saliva, the kinky disposition that was unparalleled and unbound - you had grown comfortable enough to disclose your desires to him, for him. 

How filthy you could get with each other - that was a secret best kept shared. 

// masterlist //

[siberat]

Meals are Best Shared

part 1

Even after the successful raid of an ener.gon mine, the fighting came to an odd standstill. While Team Pri.me expected retaliation- even amped up parameter checks and surveillance- all that came was...nothing. Days grew dull and uneventful as patrols were accomplished at a more relaxed pace. No one shirked nor let their guard completely down, but the Auto.bots could kick back and relax with newfound extra time.

Each mech was different in their recreational activities. Bulk.head took to entertaining Mi.ko’s rather spontaneous ideas of fun, while Be.e used this opportunity to challenge Ra.ph to video games. Sadly, the scout still tended to lose, but he remained a good sport about it. Unlike Jack who begrudgingly had to buckle down with studies due to upcoming finals, but Arc.ee stepped in and gladly helped. Opti.mus, however, did not relent on his planning, which left Ratc.het on his own.

And plenty of energon to spare.

Everyone knew Rat.chet was a fully capable medic. When it came to space bridge repairs, sure, he was impressive. However, no mech on this base ever pegged the grumpy old mech to have a flair for cooking. Baking, specifically. In this newfound time, between fiddling with gadgets and devices long placed on the backburners, Rat.chet dusted off some old recipes stored deeply in his memory files. He soon bent over the newly acquired oven with a mit on (Ju.ne made it for him), happily licking his chops as a tray of freshly baked goods emerged.

Today, it was muffins—oversized ones with their caps puffing up and spilling over the sides perfectly. The trick was to only fill every other muffin cup so the batter could rise without bumping into a neighbor. That and to use more talcum powder and lower the temp after five minutes of cooking at 400 degrees in order for the leaving agents to react quicker, which resulted in the boomingly large top.

Not only should the treats taste good, but they should also look like works of art as well.

The pans were set on the counter. Waiting for the meager five minutes for them to cool was the hardest part! Pouring a tall glass of ice-cold ener-milk helped, but his belly growled in desperate anticipation. And his optics did him no favors—just looking at the mica-chip muffins foretold the sweetness and gooeyness of the melted chunks, just waiting to be enjoyed. He had added extra to his liking, after all.

Once his workstation was adorned with his drink, plate, and napkin, the medic helped himself to the muffins. Chubby digits freed the muffins from their tin and placed them on a tray to serve as the centerpiece—and what a masterpiece they were! Once properly admired, he sat down and happily dug in.

And that first bite tasted heavenly! Those melted chips zapped intense sweetness over his receptors with each bite, invigorating his frame with giddy enjoyment. Yes, the muffin was a tad on the warm side, but nothing that a cold drink couldn’t take care of. A hum accompanied each bite as the doctor closed his optics. This was the cherished moment to thoroughly enjoy the fruits of his labor.

Energon never tasted so good!

But this may be due to lack of indulgence- their time on Earth simply didn’t allow it. Slag, even before the need to flee Cyber.tron, really. The ener.gon shortage provided bland, watered-down rations for so long that all of Team Pri.me forgot how delicious refueling was meant to be!

This was made clear by the routine gatherings around the kitchenette. Whatever was left from the doctor’s binges was freely shared (And plenty was always made, mind you). Playful banter and smiles were thrown around carelessly as spirits lifted to an all-time high. Everyone enjoyed munching on slices of triple-decker cakes, decadent cream-filled donuts, or crisp amethyst tarts. Whatever the daily spread that littered the counters was never lasted long.

Admittedly, most disappeared into the older medic’s belly.

Speaking of bellies, his plating felt tighter as of late. After the last of the second muffin was pushed into his maw, Rat.chet glanced downward. He wasn’t full- his tanks could take a hell of a lot more, but he could tell his abdominal plating strained to contain his tummy despite two armor resizing’s already. The accumulation of squishy flab made its presence known. And the mere thought of requiring to resize a third time made him snort and shake his helm.

Slag, even his thighs widened in girth.

Not that he was complaining- he didn’t mind the weight gain. In fact, feeling the protomesh balloon against the plating was comforting. The sensation resembled an eternal hug encompassing his entire frame, making him feel warm and fuzzy. In fact, feeling this way brought back fond memories of his university days.

Yes, he always sported a plump frame. He was known for enjoying fine dining and a sweet tooth. It was so much so that mechs would say the way to his spark was through his stomach. But the days of dining on large meals shared with friends brightened his spark, like watching a fresh sunrise after a stormy night. The cherished memories always made him smile; he was so happy back then, so full of hope and optimism.

Soon, the weight melted off him like ice melting on a hot engine due to the energon shortage, and then made worse by the hardships of war. What once filled him with comfort was taken away, only to be replaced by borderline starvation. Now that war had ravaged his life for so long, happiness was stolen from him, leaving his legendary grumpy mood.

Perhaps he was perpetually hangry?

What a way to sour one’s mood. Rat.chet smacked his lips and gulped some liquid before helping himself to another muffin. Might as well enjoy this opportunity as it lasts.

He knew the others were. And not just the food.

master post

[sugaringgoldcoast]

The Sweet Secret to Smooth Skin: All About Sugar Waxing

If you're tired of the nicks and pain that can come with traditional waxing and looking for a more natural, gentler hair removal method, sugar waxing might be the answer you've been seeking. Sugar waxing, also known as sugaring, is an ancient hair removal technique that's making a modern comeback. In this article, we'll delve into what sugar waxing is, its benefits, and how you can give it a try.

What is Sugar Waxing?

Sugar waxing, or sugaring, is a hair removal method that uses a paste made of sugar, water, and lemon juice to remove unwanted hair. This technique has been used for centuries in various cultures around the world, particularly in the Middle East and North Africa. Unlike traditional wax, which adheres to the skin, sugar paste only attaches to the hair, reducing the risk of irritation and pain.

The Sweet Advantages of Sugar Waxing

All-Natural Ingredients: One of the most significant advantages of sugar waxing is the simplicity of its ingredients. Traditional sugar paste consists of just sugar, water, and lemon juice. This means you won't have to worry about harsh chemicals or synthetic substances coming into contact with your skin.

Less Painful: Sugar waxing is often described as less painful than traditional waxing. Since the paste adheres only to the hair and not the skin, it's gentler and less likely to cause skin irritation or bruising. This makes it a fantastic choice for those with sensitive skin.

Long-Lasting Results: Sugar waxing removes hair from the root, which means it takes longer for the hair to grow back compared to shaving. You can enjoy hair-free skin for several weeks before needing another session.

Exfoliation: When the sugar paste is removed, it also exfoliates the skin, leaving it smoother and softer. This dual action is a bonus for those who want not only hair removal but also improved skin texture.

No Risk of Burns: Traditional wax can sometimes be too hot and cause burns or discomfort. Sugar paste is applied at body temperature, eliminating the risk of burns and making it suitable for even the most sensitive areas.

How to Sugar Wax at Home

While professional sugaring is recommended for the best results, you can try sugar waxing at home with a little practice. Here's a basic guide to get you started:

Ingredients:

2 cups of sugar

1/4 cup of lemon juice

1/4 cup of water

Instructions:

In a saucepan, combine the sugar, lemon juice, and water.

Heat the mixture over low heat, stirring constantly until it reaches a thick, honey-like consistency. This should take about 10-15 minutes.

Allow the mixture to cool to a comfortable temperature.

Apply the sugar paste in the opposite direction of hair growth and quickly pull it off in the direction of hair growth using a cloth strip.

A Few Tips for Success:

Dust your skin with a little cornstarch or talcum powder before applying the paste to help it adhere better.

Pull the paste off swiftly and close to the skin to minimize discomfort.

If you're new to sugar waxing, consider having a professional treatment first to see the technique in action.

[asifndsl]

The Ultimate Guide to Talcum Powder Combo Offers: Stay Fresh and Save Big!

Introduction Are you tired of dealing with sweaty and uncomfortable days? Do you want a product that can keep you feeling fresh and dry all day long? Look no further! Talcum powder combo offers are here to save the day. In this comprehensive guide, we'll explore everything you need to know about talcum powder combo, their benefits, and how you can get the best deals. So, sit back, relax, and get ready to uncover the secret to staying cool and comfortable throughout the day.

Understanding the Intent of Talcum Powder Combo Offers Talcum powder combo offers are designed with a simple yet powerful intent – to provide customers with the best of both worlds. These offers typically include a combination of talcum powder products that work together to keep you feeling fresh, confident, and sweat-free. Whether it's scorching summer days or humid monsoons, talcum powder combos are your go-to solution for staying comfortable and dry.

The Benefits of Talcum Powder Combos Long-lasting Freshness: Talcum powder combo offers often feature products with powerful, long-lasting fragrances that keep you feeling fresh all day.

Sweat Absorption: Talcum powder is known for its excellent moisture-absorbing properties, making it perfect for combating sweat and discomfort.

Odor Control: Say goodbye to unpleasant body odors with talcum powder combos that effectively neutralize bad smells.

Gentle on the Skin: These combos are formulated to be gentle on your skin, reducing the risk of irritation or allergies.

Value for Money: Purchasing talcum powder in combo offers often means getting more value for your money compared to buying individual products.

How to Use Talcum Powder Effectively To make the most out of your talcum powder combo, follow these simple yet effective tips:

Apply after Showering: For the best results, apply talcum powder on clean, dry skin after taking a shower. This allows better absorption and longer-lasting freshness.

Focus on Sweat-Prone Areas: Concentrate on areas prone to sweating, such as the underarms, feet, and back. This will help you stay dry and comfortable throughout the day.

Avoid Overapplication: A little goes a long way with talcum powder. Overapplication may lead to product buildup, which can be uncomfortable.

Use as a Deodorizer: Talcum powder can also be used as a shoe deodorizer or to freshen up linen closets and drawers.

E-A-T Framework: Expertise, Authoritativeness, and Trustworthiness As per Google's E-A-T framework, we understand the importance of providing expert information with authority and trustworthiness. Our recommended talcum powder combos are based on thorough research and customer reviews, ensuring that you receive reliable and genuine suggestions.

Conclusion Talcum powder combo offers are a game-changer when it comes to staying fresh, dry, and confident all day long. With their incredible benefits and value for money, these combos have become a favorite among individuals seeking ultimate comfort and fragrance.

Remember, choosing the right talcum powder combo depends on your personal preferences and fragrance choices. Whether you prefer floral elegance, cool freshness, or delightful scents, there's a perfect combo waiting for you.

[patel-niharika]

Deodorant and antiperspirant are two extensively used cosmetic goods for men and women alike. Several individuals use these goods every single day. It is ideal to find one of the best beauty product suppliers for buying face wash, face cream, kajal, Cobra no gas deo, and many others at reasonable prices.

[vijohngroup9]

Perfumes make your personality over the top and make you keep refreshing all day. Vi-John offers a variety of Long Lasting Perfumes For Men that will boost your confidence everywhere.

[nicostolemybones]

Bodyswap, Godswap

@solangeloweek a little late but! A twist on Godswap because I was planning an Ares/Hecate Godswap but couldn't decide who I preferred to be in the Hecate cabin

Tw: heavy swearing

Nico was not happy to be woken up. He was even less happy to be woken up by the mythical entity known as 'sunlight'. He tried to bury himself back in his blankets in confusion, but then. Then. Music. Not even good music. Some song from Shrek everybody loved. And then. Then. Some fucker in his room started playing some kind of annoying ass squeaky clarinet solo. Sure, Nico could play the clarinet, but it was clear that this motherfucker was purposely making it squeak. 

Nico practically ripped the blankets off- and promptly hissed and winced at the sunlight. He tried to close his curtains but somehow the damn sunlight still got through. How? He had blackout curtains, there was no godsdamned way. So, he realised, he must have shadow travelled in his sleep. He groaned loudly, turning to look around-

Well fuck.

There was Will's siblings. The annoying Clarinet player stepped forwards, pointed the damned thing right next to his ear, and squeaked it loudly. The sound hurt, splitting through Nico's skull. He tried to swat the clarinet down, but he severely miscalculated and accidentally rammed the clarinet further in the person's mouth, and now they were crying and their teeth were bleeding and wow Nico was such a jerk. 

Everybody was staring at him in shock, so Nico ran into the bathroom to breathe and stop panicking before he'd apologise, but as soon as he looked in the mirror-

He screamed.

Because that was very much Will in the mirror. Nico was about to assume that Will had Iris messaged him- until he noticed Will's face mirroring his expressions. And that is when Nico truly panicked. Because he was in Will's body. He was not in his own body, he was in Will's body, and Will was wearing pyjamas like a heathen and there was no way Nico was going to undress him to dress him again because this was not his body and he had no idea what Will would be comfortable with. Also Nico was fourteen okay, and whilst he was curious, he was far more awkward and uncomfortable.

He didn't want to leave Will's body all sweaty and gross, though, so he filled the sink with water and decided to wash over his face, neck, hands, and arms.

-

Will definitely felt weird. He hadn't seen any sunlight, it was pitch black aside from… was that… Greek fire torches? He didn't remember going to sleep in Nico's cabin… maybe he was just groggy because there was no natural light in here. He opened the curtains, wincing as his spine protested. He must have threw his back out carrying all the boxes into the infirmary yesterday, but he didn't remember them being that heavy… he stretched, but the pain in his back got worse, so he headed to the bathroom. He decided to go straight for a shower, but as he went to take his clothes off, he realised… this was not his body. 

They were Nico's jeans and Nico's shirt, the same ones he'd worn yesterday. And they were a little loose, and Will was definitely not that thin when he went to sleep. He backtracked to Nico's mirror and his suspicions were confirmed when Nico's sleep deprived face stared back at him. So a shower was very much out of the question. And sure, Will had seen many campers in states of undress in the infirmary, but it was very different when this was his boyfriend, whose body he was in, where it wasn't a matter of life or death. Will sniffed his pits- and decided against doing that again. It didn't seem like Nico had showered in a while, so he must have hit a rough patch. 

Nico's hair was matted, so Will decided to take the time to care for it, brushing it through then bending over the sink to carefully wash it- they both had a similar hair type, so Will wasn't too worried about ruining it- although, Nico didn't have shampoo, so Will had to improvise and hope for best. Will went over Nico's face and arms and cleaned behind his nails, and quickly wiped his armpits under his shirt so Nico's body didn't smell of sweat for Nico's comfort when he was back in it- and also so he'd have less to worry about when he was back in his body. 

Nico's skin was definitely more sensitive than Will's- not necessarily painful, but the fabric of his shirt was irritating and overwhelming, and Will finally understood why Nico didn't like touch too much, because yikes… that wasn't very fun. And Will was also screwed because he didn't know what foods would make Nico nauseous, or what time he preferred to take his pain meds.

-

Nico was not having a good time when he marched over to his own cabin. Will was stupidly tall, and Nico was not used to the extra height. When he'd sat down, he'd almost fallen backwards, because he hadn't calculated how much taller than the chair Will was in comparison to Nico. He knocked on his own cabin door, and was not prepared to see himself stood there.

"I'm- short," Nico noted, and Will nodded. 

"So small. Also wow I'm… taller than I thought."

"I don't feel like I'm about to pass out," Nico noted, "is this what healthy feels like?"

"No," Will laughed, "gods no, I'm far from healthy, give it, like, an hour, you'll still feel tired and dizzy."

"I don't feel tired though," Nico shrugged, "this is the least tired I've felt."

"I feel like I've been awake for four days," Will replied, "I have no energy…"

"Yeah, welcome to chronic fatigue, try not to fall asleep in your breakfast and if you do fall asleep, try not to murder the at least five people who chew you out for being lazy during training. Just… good luck, you poor bastard. I've had time to get used to this, you…" Nico gestured to Will "are an insufferably healthy morning person, good luck."

"Well thanks(!) Also I feel we should set boundaries here. Just, no touching the, yeah, that's a good boundary. No looking either."

"Obviously," Nico replied hastily, "now let's never bring that up again before I die of embarrassment!"

"Agreed," Will snorted. "Hey, do you think we can use each other's powers?"

"...I wonder if we can use our own powers but… with each others. Like… light travel or shadow healing. And then, when we're back in our own bodies, we can… we can just teach each other how we did that…"

"Oh my god we can become ten times more awesome-"

"I'll race you!" Nico bolted off towards the training arena before Will could protest. Will was always declaring a race, and Nico could never catch up, way too short and way too sick to actually manage to catch up. But now? In Will's body? With long legs and daily running? When Will would never miss a leg day? Nico had never run quite so fast and it was awesome, although he figured he maybe should have dressed Will in something else, because the fabric of his pyjamas was seriously chafing where his thighs met. But then. Then Nico discovered that flip flops were not easy to run in. He lost one, and tripped over the other, and faceplanted the floor. Seriously, how in the hell did Will manage to outrun six heavily armed Romans in these?

Will caught up to him, wheezing, and immediately sat on the floor. "Christ Neeks," he gasped, "your fucking lungs are shit!"

"Flip flops? Seriously? Will these are a death trap!"

"What the fuck is your spine playing at, why is it trying to murder me right now?!"

"How the hell do you deal with the chub rub, it hurts!"

"Talcum powder," Will replied, still catching his breath. "And you're. Definitely coming back to the infirmary for more tests."

"Give me a few days," Nico conceded, and Will nodded, standing up- and immediately staggering.

"Fuck, where's my vision gone-"

"Where you left it," Nico replied deadpan, but Will was too busy waving his hand in front of his face.

"Will it come back or do I have to call it like a dog?"

"Just move around a little. It leaves this weird fuzzy pressure in your skull a little when it comes back but you won't pass out if you still got your hearing."

"Oh my god how are you not dead yet, what the hell is wrong with your body why is it doing this to me?"

"A lot of things, doc," Nico replied, springing to his feet, "a hell of a lot of things. It's your problem now!" Will groaned dramatically, slowly walking towards the training arena.

-

Will was definitely having fun. Nico's powers were just so cool, so fun, and so emo. He had to resist the urge to make his own edgy music videos to MCR songs using the shadows and skeletons as special effects. 

He was currently watching Nico using his powers, which was definitely a sight to behold. Nico was manipulating the light into heavily concentrated rays, stepping inside them, and emerging elsewhere. He was placing his hands upon the bones beneath them and breathing life into them, returning their souls. How could a son of Apollo do necromancy? But Nico… Nico had spent the last few years amongst the dead, and it was allowing him to use his knowledge to manipulate Will's powers into something stronger, something unstoppable. And Nico had discovered how to make deadly whips of light, how to create haemorrhagic plagues, how to create a sonic whistle loud enough that it may deafen or kill. In just a few short hours, Nico had unlocked abilities Will wasn't sure he was even supposed to have.

And then it was Will's turn with Nico's powers… but what could he do? Nico was already… well, overpowered. He was able to boost Nico's healing powers using the shadows, was able to use Nico's ability to solidify the shadows to create tiny tools- he could will the shadows into a body, turn them into sutures, use them to hold off a bleed. Will discovered he could break or fix bones, could fuse them, could unfuse them. He discovered he could turn his hand transparent, could reach inside and fix the problem without cutting people open. He could use the shadows to freeze or cauterize, could keep an organ on ice in the shadows, or burn the flesh to stem a bleed. He could return a soul to the body from the underworld, could stop death… 

Well fuck. When using each other's powers, with the knowledge and skills of their own… they were doing things that they were sure were… were never intended for a demigod to do… that made them more powerful than their parents. 

Suddenly, experimenting with their powers felt dangerous.

[firstdegreefangirl]

Not a Test

I’m not sure how everything I write lately has been blamable on @stargazerdaisy​, but I made ONE SUGGESTION to her and she said it made sense and then this happened. So here we are.

Pairing: Tim Bradford/Lucy Chen (The Rookie)

Word Count: 1.5k

Original Pub Date: 18 March 2020

Read here on Ao3

Tim looks over Angela’s shoulder. Again. He’s not “watching” Lucy, he swears. She just happens to be talking animatedly to Jackson and John, waving her arms as she recounts some story from her weekend, and the movement is distracting him. He’s just a cop, aware of changes to his surroundings. That’s all.  

“So, anyway, Wesley and I have a pet coyote now. Wes is down a couple fingers, but who needs those anyway, and Chompers is settling in nicely.” Angela punctuates her story with a sip of her drink, and he realizes he’s lost track of the conversation.

“Wait, did you say a coyote ? I tuned out for a second there, but --”

“I noticed.” She’s smirking now, and smug is never a look Tim has liked on his best friend. “Soon as she’s not your rookie anymore, you can’t stop staring at her.”  

She’s right, and Tim knows it. The rookies have been cut loose for close to three weeks now, and in all that time, Tim’s lucked into riding with Lucy one day. It’s been a sharp adjustment for him, even if he’s enjoyed having more time to hang out with Angela, sitting in squad cars and shooting the breeze. He’d deny it if anyone asked, but it’s easy for Angela to see how his face shifts every time Lucy’s voice comes over the comm, even if it’s just for her to announce that she and Jackson are going out of service for lunch.  

“It’s just weird, riding with the same person almost every day for six months, then hardly seeing them at all. Even you’ve said you miss West’s mindless chatter.

“Yeah, I do. But I’m still capable of sitting with my back to him in a bar and not watching his every move.” She presses her lips together, knowing he isn’t going to have a good rebuttal.

“I’m observing the environment. Making sure I’m aware of any environmental changes. It’s called good police work.”

“You’re off duty.”  

“Crime never--” she cuts him off.

“Don’t. If you say ‘crime never goes off duty,’ I’m going to be forced to cuff you, take you downtown, make sure there’s no controlled substances in your system. Or …" she waggles her eyebrows playfully. “I could get Lucy to do it."  

“Shut up.” He hisses and sinks a couple inches lower in his chair. “I wasn’t going to say that!”

“Sure you weren’t. But now you’re thinking about Lucy. And handcuffs.” Tim opens his mouth, but Angela keeps talking. “You know better than to argue with me about this, Bradford. When have I ever been wrong? Talk to her. Tell her you miss riding together, maybe offer to get a drink sometime.” She follows his gaze to where Lucy’s approaching the bar. “Look, now you don’t have to do it in front of Jackson. Go.”  

She reaches over and pushes him out of his seat.  

“Don’t think too hard about it. You’ll psych yourself out. Go , Tim.”

“Boot.” Tim walks up next to Lucy and leans against the bar. “How’s it going?”

“Sir! I mean … Officer Bradfo—Tim?”

“Tim’s fine.” he isn’t trying to smile, but he feels his mouth pull up anyway, “Having a good night?”

“Yeah. Um, Nolan had a pretty cool call earlier, ended up turning into a decent-size drug bust. So we’re kind of celebrating that. What brings you and Lopez out?” The bartender sits the next round in front of her, but she doesn’t make any move to pick them up or walk away.

“Just out for a drink, blowing off some steam from a long shift of waiting for crime to happen. Spot checked half a dozen parolees, all clean, turned three traffic stops into tickets, but that was about it.”

“Ouch. I don’t think you ever let me have a day that slow.”  

“Yeah, well, you got lucky. Slow shifts are the worst.” And now he’s stuck in a circle of shop talk, with no easy way to bring it around to their personal lives. “But the shift is over now, so we’re out to forget about how little we got done today, see if we can salvage a worthwhile evening.”

“Hey, do you want to maybe come sit with us? I’m sure the guys wouldn’t mind.”

“Nah, I think we’re gonna head out before too long. Raincheck? Um, on the group, and …" Tim trails off, silence hanging between them until Lucy’s brow furrows.  

“Tim?”

“And … maybe some time I could take you out for dinner after a shift?"

“Dinner?” Her eyes widen a bit, but Tim takes a breath and keeps going.

“I don’t know when it happened, but I miss spending eight hours a day in a car with you, Lucy. Not the part where I quizzed you on the rook book, even though that was a crucial part of your training and I’d do it again if I needed to, but the parts in between. I’ve never wanted to get to know one of my rookies before, but I listened to your damn stories anyway, and it’s weird not hearing them anymore. So, yeah, dinner. Maybe I’ll even treat you to dessert, if there’s a decent looking chocolate cake on the menu.”

“Dinner?” She hears the catch in her own voice, and feels her heart skip a beat.  

Lucy’s immediate instinct is to say yes, take him up on the offer. But before she can get the word out, her mind skips back six months, to her third day of training. Tim was out and she spent the shift writing traffic tickets, except when he turned up at the diner and made her chase the perp on foot.  

Then she found out that he’d stacked the deck, pulled strings to make her spend the day with an officer he knew wouldn’t push her even half as hard as he had.  

“Everything is a test, Officer Chen,” he’d said. And in the months between then and now, he’d proven himself right time and again, constructing elaborate ruses to push her beyond every limit she’d thought she had. She’s done hundreds of pushups, probably recited the entire California Penal Code five times over in the squad car, had talcum powder blow up in her face, all in the name of “testing her.”  

Because everything is a test with Tim. So why wouldn’t this be too? He’s still talking, but she can’t make sense of his words over the thoughts in her own head. He’s asking her out, why? To prove a point about never dating a superior? To mock her for developing feelings for him while they were riding together? Maybe to show her that she should never let her guard down, that having emotions tied to the job will make her a bad cop?  

Regardless, she’s not sure she wants to find out what ulterior motive he has with this one.

“Everything is a test.” She doesn’t mean to say it out loud, barely breathes the words, but she knows Tim hears them. Even with the din of the bar surrounding them, she can see the flicker of knowledge cross his face. She’s figured out his plan, and now he can’t finish whatever test this was going to be.  

“Everything is a test.” Tim can tell he wasn’t meant to hear it, doesn’t think Lucy even knows she said anything, but he can’t stop the way it makes his heart clench.  

She thinks it’s a test. He put himself out there, put his heart on the line, and she doesn’t think he means it.  

For a second, he can’t figure out why that’s the first place her mind went. But as he mentally combs back through the last six months they’ve spent together, through the pushups and the pop quizzes and the baby powder “bomb” he rigged for her, it makes a little bit of sense.

Only a little though.  

This is a different thing, and he thinks it should be obvious. He’s trained her into a sharper cop than that, but this goes beyond that. It’s been six months, and he can see every emotion written across her face. He knows how she takes her coffee, which veggie burger is her favorite in the city, and right now, he knows that her glass is filled with Malibu and Dr Pepper, which she’ll nurse until the ice is gone, then finish in one or two gulps.  

He knows all of this, and she can’t even tell that he really, truly wants to go out with her.

But he supposes that he’d have had some doubts too, if someone had asked him out after spending his entire time in field training pushing him to be a great cop, whatever the personal cost, so he says the only thing he can think of to set the record straight.

“Nah, Boot. It’s not a test, just a dinner.”

Tag List: @kacie-0156

[journeydb]

August 31 2021 Newport, Vermont

Kathi and I got up early and left the hotel to take a run through Gardner Memorial Park this morning before breakfast.

It is a beautiful park and there is even some wildlife, like this cormorant in the pond.

We thought this swan was real until we got up closer and realized it was plastic!  I’m not sure if it was there to scare away animals or just a joke but it sure fooled us!

The memorial sculpture and benches were impressive for such a small city.

We were hoping to get some more information about Newport from the information booth but it was closed.

The deck of the information office was a result of community efforts involving Rotary, businesses, and the city government.  It looks out onto the pond and has a lovely view of the park.

We were impressed to see all the beautiful landscaping around the city and particularly in the medians.  Newport has changed a lot since our parents met here when they were in high school, married and started their family.  Our brother Frank, myself, Kathi and our sister Laurie, who died when she was twelve as the result of a hit-and-run accident, were all born here.

We went back to the hotel to wake Fran up and go to the Brown Cow restaurant next door for breakfast.  It was cool to eat Vermont maple syrup on our pancakes while actually sit at a restaurant in Vermont.

We found the house where our Nana Johnson, our father’s mother, lived during her golden years when we used to visit her in the summers.  She lived in the apartment on this side of the house.  It was small but cozy.  The last time I saw her alive was in this house just before I was married to my first husband at the age of twenty two.  She died shortly after that of colon cancer.  Kathi remembered it pretty vividly, too, which is kind of miraculous for her because she has a really bad memory.  Fran is much younger and had only been here a couple of times before Nana died.

Nana Johnson was the perfect grandmother.  She baked the best peanut butter cookies and made yummy donuts.  She told marvelous stories and she played cards with us for hours.  She taught us all to play canasta and we, in turn, taught all our kids how to play.  She had a wonderful sense of humor and she loved to give warm hugs in which we were enveloped in her folds of talcum powder and a floral perfume that I can still imagine smelling to this day.  She was always happy to see her grandchildren and, after we moved to Massachusetts, and then Ohio, she took the train for DAYS to be with us.  I loved her deeply and it was extremely sad for me when she passed away.  We never really knew our maternal grandmother, Nana Prouty, and Grandpa Johnson was dead before we were born, so Nana Johnson was the only grandparent we ever knew.

Kathi and I both remembered playing in the parking lot behind us with neighborhood kids.  Our summers here were always delightful and we looked forward to coming every year.

We didn’t remember this alley being this pretty when Nana Johnson lived here, much like other neighborhoods which seemed to have become much more gentrified in the intervening years.

We walked along the lake path to find a restaurant for lunch.  The views were lovely but it took us a long time to find our way out to Main Street through the parking lot of the municipal building.

I saw this information about Newport and the Northeast Kingdom and decided to do some research to learn more about Newport’s history.  According to Wikipedia:

“Newport was formed on October 26, 1781, and chartered under the name of Duncansboro, to George Duncan.... The name was altered from Duncansboro to Newport, October 30, 1816.

The first clearing, which began where Newport Center now is, was made by H. & A. Adams and D. & S. Meacham. Here they constructed a dam and put up a waterwheel saw-mill on mud creek. Amos Sawyer, a carpenter by trade, built a home nearby. Two other settlements were established in the town: South Newport and Pickeral Point, later renamed to Lake Bridge (named for its location at the head of Lake Memphremagog). By the late 19th century, the Boston and Maine and Central Vermont railroads were routed through Lake Bridge and the small village experienced a population boom. In 1868, the Lake Bridge settlement was incorporated as the "Village of Newport". The main town village, Newport Center, was also incorporated in 1908.

In 1917, the Village of Newport separated from the Town of Newport and merged with the Village of West Derby (in the town of Derby) to form the City of Newport. In 1931, by special acts of the General Assembly, the Village of Newport Center consolidated with the Town of Newport,”

[mrepstein]

Coventry Evening Telegraph - 15 May 1964

Profile of the Man Who Discovered the Beatles

EPSTEIN - THE ‘POP EMPEROR’ WHO LOVES BACH

By SIMON KAVANAUGH

Less than two years ago, Brian Epstein took an hour from selling records in his father’s Liverpool shop, walked across the road to a basement music club, and listened to four untidy-looking lads pounding out pop songs.

Though he could not read music nor play any instrument, he did know a hit tune when he heard it.

And Epstein was convinced that this group, who called themselves the Beatles, could become stars, if handled properly.

Quickly he played his hunch and signed them up. He hired an office, up a flight of concrete stairs past a dull corridor of estate agents and insurance brokers, and went into business.

Pop Concerts

Through his astounding personal enterprise he is responsible for the phenomenon which has now spread round the world - Beatlemania.

Epstein, aged 29, controls eight recording groups or artists - The Beatles, Gerry and the Pacemakers, Cilla Black, Billy J. Kramer, Tommy Quickly, The Fourmost, The Dakotas and Sounds Incorporated.

He has just taken London offices next to the Palladium, signed a contract to run pop concerts in the Prince of Wales Theatre every Sunday night, and is now producing films.

But the Epstein empire doesn’t stop at music. He has masterminded a multi-million pound Beatle merchandising campaign, and employs a team of lawyers to suppress any attempts at unlicensed merchandising.

The adolescent world pounds and screams to the Merseyside beat, but Epstein remains cool and calm as the money rolls in.

Drama Student

Only 5ft, 7in. tall, but handsome, Epstein doesn’t resemble his Liverpudlian stars. An ex-public schoolboy (he went to £435-a-year Wrekin College) he sounds and looks the part. He drives a Jaguar and lives in a £2,000-a-year flat in Belgravia.

When he left school, he wanted to become an actor, but after 18 months at the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art he quit to return to Liverpool and open a record department in one of the family businesses.

‘I really disliked dramatic school. Leaving that sphere for pop music may seem crude, but it isn’t. It suits my temperament.” he says.

Epstein made a point of stocking whatever records the public asked for. And they kept asking for the Beatles, who unknown to him at the time, were playing no more than 100 yards away from his shop. He was forced to import the only record they had made from Germany.

‘Fifth Beatle’

Then came the day when he met them. “i signed them up fairly quickly,” he says “but first, like any other employer, I asked around a bit, found out their backgrounds, their reputations.”

Perhaps Epstein’s success as a manager is because he resists any desire to change natural talent. However, after seeing the Beatles for the first time he decided that their appearance needed sprucing up. He persuaded them to wear suits.

Most agents charge about 10 per cent. of gross earnings of a group or artist, but Epstein takes 25 per cent., out of which he pays all expenses. The Beatles do not begrudge a penny, for they consider him “a fifth Beatle, and the best friend we have.”

As Epstein says: “I know I have excellent lads, and I know they trust me. When I drew up their contract I knew it was fair, and more important, would still be fair when they had become stars.

I have seen a lot of raw deals since I came into show business - jealousy, dissatisfaction, sharp practice. I want none of it.”

Advertising

So far, this good-looking young bachelor hasn’t put one elastic-sided boot wrong.

He succeeded in getting E.M.I. to record the Beatles, and at the same time began a grand advertising campaign.

Before long, the “Liverpool sound’ was being chanted throughout Britain. Then the Beatles took Paris by storm. French teenagers swooned over the mop-headed quartette.

Meanwhile, Epstein had planned a tour of the United States. But up until mid-November, American teenagers remained aloof.

So Epstein flew over, talked Capitol into spending 50,000 dollars on a crash publicity campaign, and sold Ed Sullivan the idea of having the Beatles on his television show.

The tour was a triumph, though Epstein says it was only a “preliminary scuffle” compared with what he plans to give Americans later this year.

While in the States, Epstein received the news that Cilla Black had topped the hit parade.

He first met this dockworker’s daughter when she had given up singing blues around Liverpool’s teenage clubs because she felt that she wasn’t getting anywhere.

At the time she was working as a cloakroom attendant at The Cavern, where the Beatles were playing. He asked her to sing with them, then promptly signed her up and changed her name from Priscilla Maria Veronica White.

“Eppy,” as his artists affectionately call him, tries to see each of them at least once a week. “I want them to feel like individuals - and important.”

Gerry and the Pacemakers made history in the record industry by hitting the top of the charts with their first three recordings.

They will feature in a film Epstein plans to produce later this year. To become a film producer is one of Epstein’s main ambitions.

Meanwhile, the money comes pouring in. Last year Beatles record sales around the world made 18 million dollars.

Beatle clothes, wigs, guitars, talcum powder, cushions, wallpaper and souvenirs worth 50 million dollars are expected to sell this year in the United States alone.

Mr. Epstein can’t even guess what his salary will be. Last year the figure was more than £30,000. But it means he is working at least 18 hours a day.

The Strain

Barry Leonard resigned as his personal assistant because he found the strain of success too much for him. But the King of the Pop Trade seems to thrive on it, although it has meant sacrificing his leisure hours.

His only regret is that the whirl of show business leaves him no time for his favourite hobby - listening to Bach and Sibelius.

[patel-niharika]

Best Long-Lasting Cooling Talcum Powder

Talcum powder is extensively used in cosmetic products such as baby powder and adult body and facial powders, as well as in a number of other consumer crops. It is ideal to find one of the top companies for buying the best long-lasting cooling talcum powder and many others products.

[vijohngroup9]

Best Room Air Freshener

Don't let your mood off with an odor that makes you feel uncomfortable. Buy Vijohn's Best Room Air Freshener with different fragrances to lighten your mood and make your life easy and comfortable.

[ajapablog]

Corona Chronicles VI

I think I missed three days of this series. On Friday, I heard from the program in Delhi about how everything was cancelled. I felt such a strong longing for the North Indian summer— the musty smell of archival files, the chlorinated swimming pool, the lightness of cotton clothes and the cool touch of silver jewelry on my body. I went down into an emotional spiral but I am fine now. I promise, no more sappy poems. If I write them, I will keep them to myself. I think I am going to lay low on the alcohol. We are all slowly starting to break, but I will not give into the psychological and emotional upheavals of this pandemic and I hope you don’t either. The first few news items that I’m sharing today were part of the reason why I felt so scared the past two days.  In the News (disclaimer: because of the corporatization of information, I no longer have access to a lot of news stories on different news sites anymore —I basically finished my free quota):  Yuvah Noah Harari Paints a Dark Picture of the Post-Corona World Yes, we are now referring to it as the post-Corona world. I feel mixed feelings about whether I want to be alive to see it or whether I would prefer the world for me to end by then. Harari basically reminds us that what this pandemic does is to create a surveillance state system across the world. It destroys political society. Baba and I were talking about what politics even looks like in a world where bodies after a long period of confinement will be scared to take the streets. What is the new polis? Can social media ever create political society? How do we make political claims without making our bodies visible in public? These are pertinent questions. See: https://www.ft.com/content/19d90308-6858-11ea-a3c9-1fe6fedcca75

The Horrors of the Cytokine Storm The idea of catching this virus didn’t become so existential until I read this piece. It is frightening to imagine that a non/living speck of matter with dna matter can wreak so much havoc in the world of the body and the universe at large. A cytokine storm is when the body realizing that a million viral particles are lodged as foreign creatures in the lungs fights so hard it kills everything that is good in the body, leading to respiratory damage and multiple organ failure. Before death, they say everything feels calm and possible. I think of the multiple kinds of death: creative death, emotional and psychic death and social death and the way that it seems everything is possible before these catastrophic damages. The last bit of this piece which talks precisely about this is so haunting. See: https://nymag.com/intelligencer/2020/03/the-story-of-a-coronavirus-infection.html?fbclid=IwAR0bYFFi6rdohox8SQmV_7iuuA9MxlN0CmKp16ZhHv9t2qPtB8ROJcsYRb0

The Virus isn’t Alive to Kill Until about 10 days ago, I knew practically nothing about viruses. I have a vague recollection of drawing the figure of a virus in high school a squiggly dna encased in a protein structure but I had very little idea about how it transmits and what it does to the body. The more I know about it, the more I wish I didn’t. The virus frightens me at a fundamental level because it has the kind of reproductive power that a live being and mammals in particular cannot even dream of. With my one and half ovary and fears of not becoming a mother lodged in my brain from the age of 17, I feel particularly existentially threatened by this old an ancient foe for my desire to reproduce is working overdrive as I realize that death is impending and my biological clock ticking. I have to stop myself from playing the image of a child running bare feet on the green grass or from conjuring the sound of its voice or the smell of talcum powder on its soft skin. The virus doesn’t dream in technicolor. The virus doesn’t grapple with capitalist economies or castetist societies that shape endogamy and mating. The virus simply finds a host, replicates and moves on. See: https://www.washingtonpost.com/health/2020/03/23/coronavirus-isnt-alive-thats-why-its-so-hard-kill/

The US Senate Fights Over the Beneficiaries of the State  The US senate is locked this morning in a battle characteristic of the larger Corona world. These kind of conversations about whether big businesses should be bailed out or whether the vulnerable and the working class should be bailed out should become more pertinent in a month when we realize that we depend so much on each other and yet differences of wealth shape our possibilities in life. I don’t know whether the senate will eventually decide on bailing businesses or bailing society but it is battle that will continue to shape the discourse. We must keep an eye out for it. See: https://www.washingtonpost.com/us-policy/2020/03/23/trump-coronavirus-senate-economic-stimulus/

Chicago Intends to Turn Hotel Rooms into Isolation Chambers Is this 1984? But this might be a good move to keep the hospitals unclogged. They say that they are thinking of trying this model out in other cities. This might actually be good for New York.  See: https://www.chicagotribune.com/coronavirus/ct-coronavirus-chicago-renting-hotel-rooms-20200323-6ciawps5uvdlfm755jqvak5mhm-story.html

New York is the Epicenter of this Infection The places with the most dire circumstances move like pins on a map. I think last week might have been London and now it’s New York with roughly 5% of the world’s cases. It might have to do with increased testing or just the scalar dynamics of how this virus is spreading but projections of where and how the rates of infection will expand have been quite accurate. I am told Chicago is about a week and half behind New York. The best strategy right now is to stay at my desk and do all my pending work. See: https://www.nytimes.com/2020/03/22/nyregion/Coronavirus-new-York-epicenter.html The Tokyo Olympics is Postponed I don’t care so much about the Olympics but the fact that a major global event is upended by a global catastrophe comes as a reminder of the scale of this infection. I also wonder what 2021 will be like if we survive this. Everything we couldn’t do this year will be moved to that year. Spring will finally come in 2021. See: https://www.usatoday.com/story/news/health/2020/03/23/coronavirus-live-updates-congress-stimulus-us-deaths-donald-trump/2895096001/

WHO Expert Weighs in on the Future WHO expert Aylward says that the virus will probably continue to spread in a low-grade situation but life might get normal in about 6 months. Read this interview with Time. https://time.com/5805368/will-coronavirus-go-away-world-health-organization/?iid=obnetwork Drugs that are Potentially Effective Against This:  There are several drugs that the SOLIDARITY group of scientists at WHO have listed as so far a potentially effective against this. I think the Indian doctors that I talked about in the last post were on to something. I think at this point, the thing for scientists to do is to understand the mechanics of each drug on the virus and to develop something with the attributes that seem to work. The drugs that are listed are: 1. remdesivir: It is something that didn’t work  against Ebola, but worked against SARS and MERS. It is emerging as a major drug under consideration because of its ability to shut down viral replication by “inhibiting a key viral enzyme, the RNA-dependent RNA polymerase.”Science Magazine says it can do more good than harm so it is a forerunner among the drugs that the  scientists at WHO are looking at. 2.  chloroquine and hydroxychloroquine: These seem tricky. Touted by Trump as something he had a good feeling with, claimed to have been used by the Chinese and the French to treat cases, Science Magazine says that the data from the Chinese on their use is inconclusive. Similarly,  hydroxychloroquine is said to have side effects that are more harmful than good. But the old malarial that is used to cure viral diseases like Dengue and Chikanguniya seems to have emerged in these dire times as a contender because of its ability to decrease the acidity in endosomes, compartments inside cells that they use to ingest outside material and that some viruses can co-opt to enter a cell. However, the SARS-COV-virus as the first news piece tells us attaches to a human cell through its spike protein receptor instead of co-opting outside material through endosomes.  3. ritonavir/lopinavir: These retroviral drugs used to cure HIV were used by the Chinese in over a hundred patients but against a control population that wasn’t given these drugs, these didn’t seem too effective. The contention is that perhaps these drugs were administered to the Chinese patients too late into their infection for them to be effective.  These drugs are given together as protease inhibitors: they prevent the replicated dna strand of the virus from cleaving together. One drug allows the other to live a little longer in the human body reminding me of a happy couple.   4. Ritonavir/lopinavir and interferon-beta: This combination is like ritonavir and lopinavir going into couple’s therapy where the interferon-beta will help fight inflammmation while the two other drugs do their job.  See: https://www.sciencemag.org/news/2020/03/who-launches-global-megatrial-four-most-promising-coronavirus-treatments

With the happy news that our long knowledge of viruses might help us live, I leave you my dear friends till next time. Keep safe, wash your hands. 

[coloredchristmaslights]

BEST Cheap Drugstore Ball Powders & Deodorants! (STOP Swamp Ass & Stinky Nuts)

[aoa id=’1′][dn_wp_yt_youtube_source type=”101″ id=”RkmnfHjMJJw”][/aoa] Chassis Recipe For Men Arm & Hammer Essential Arm & Hammer Antiperspirant Talc Powder/Cancer article Gold Bond Men’s Essentials Powder Special alpha m. thank you to Chassis for sponsoring this video. The views and opinions expressed in this video are solely those of Alpha M (Aaron Marino) and do not necessarily reflect the…

[fromthedust]

reverse-carved decorative ‘plaster’ treen mold for compo(sition) ornament

boxwood and mahogany

3⅜"x 14⅞"x 2¼"

American

19th century 

Vintage wooden treen molds like this are often referred to as 'plaster' molds, but they were more often used to cast compo (composition) mixes. While various types of moldable composition date to the Italian Renaissance, architectural use of composition did not begin to flourish until the last quarter of the 18th century. During this period, many composition ornament makers in Europe and America supplied the public with complex sculptural decoration. Also, the overly complicated and often intentionally mysterious earlier recipes were now reported to be comprised of a few basic ingredients: animal glue, oil (usually linseed), a hard resin (pine rosin or pitch was cheapest), and a bulking or filling material, generally powdered chalk or whiting.

Originally meant to copy other materials such as wood, plaster, and stone, composition had its own unique properties and advantages that were soon exploited in both technical and artistic terms. It has distinct characteristics in each of its three states: pliable, rubbery, and hard. When warm and pliable, it can be modeled by a skilled worker and it is capable of receiving the finest detail when squeezed into a mold. After it has chilled to room temperature and is gelled, it is rubbery, flexible, and tough. The detail is essentially set and cannot be easily damaged as the ornaments are manipulated.

Compo mixes have been the subject of a good deal of variation and there has never been a set recipe, but the ornament manufacturers of the later 18th and early 19th centuries understood in general terms what their material was and what it could do. The advantages of the material were described by a prominent American maker, Robert Wellford, in his advertising broadside of 1801: "A cheap substitute for wood carving has long been desirable for some situations, particularly enriched mouldings, etc., and various were the attempts to answer the purpose, the last and most successful is usually termed Composition Ornaments. It is a cement of solid and tenacious materials, which when properly incorporated and pressed into moulds, receives a fine relievo; in drying it becomes hard as stone, strong, and durable, so as to answer most effectually the general purpose of Wood Carving, and not so liable to chip."

In brief, compo is perhaps best understood as an early thermoplastic that allowed the rapid reproduction of complicated detail for popular use.

In one container, chunks of amber colored pine rosin or the cheaper black pitch were heated in linseed oil until they melted together and combined completely. In another container (often a double-boiler), previously soaked chunks of animal glue derived from skins and hides were cooked and blended into a uniformly thick solution. The two liquid components were then stirred together. This 'batter' was made into a pliable 'dough' in a way familiar to any baker. It was poured into a cratered pile of whiting and first mixed with a spatula until it was thick enough to be kneaded by hand. Vigorous folding and kneading in of more whiting was done until the composition had a consistency like modeling clay and was completely uniform.

To mold a decoration, the compo was first warmed in a steamer, and the mold prepared with a thin coating of oil and a dusting with talcum powder. A piece was then kneaded and folded to produce a smooth and wrinkle-free surface on one side. The good side was placed down over the rigid mold, and pressed in loosely with the fingers, leaving excess above the surface of the mold. A damp board was placed over this and the 'sandwich' placed in a screw press and squeezed so as to force the compo into the finest detail. It was then removed from the press and turned over so that the mold could be lifted straight up, leaving the compo stuck to the board. Upon cooling to room temperature, the compo gelled, becoming tough and rubbery (the gelling property is due to the glue component which is chemically identical to edible gelatin). At this stage, it was sliced off the board with a thin-bladed knife. The remaining mass of composition still adhered to the board could also be sliced off and reused.

Though molds for casting compo could be made from a variety of materials, wood was one of the most durable. Wood was carved in reverse to create a negative matrix. This was highly skilled work often performed by a specialist carver, and required a large initial investment in time, but wooden molds would essentially last indefinitely if properly maintained. In the 18th century dense and close-grained fruit woods such as apple and pear were favored for the carving and making of molds, but in the 19th century the most intricate molds were carved in even denser boxwood, small carved sections of which were encased or framed by larger and more resilient pieces of timber to ease the handling and prevent splitting of the brittle boxwood when under the press.

As a professional picture frame maker for over twenty years I became familiar with using compo ornaments for applications on picture frames when the client wanted something special . . . After seeing many of the typical treen molds for rococo rosettes and flourishes (as might typically be used on picture frames) I found this repetitive geometric design refreshing in its simplicity.    

For more information and examples of molded plaster and compo ornamentation: 

http://www.jpweaver.com/ 

[ashafriesen]

11 Best Baby Powder in India 2020 (Review & Comparison)

The minute particles present in the talcum powder could trigger respiratory problems in babies, therefore pediatricians discourage the use of talcum powder in babies.

At the same time, you need specific baby powders that have benefits, like;

Helps in preventing rashes

Reduces excessive sweating

Helps in preventing diaper rashes

Things to Take Care While Buying Best Baby Powder in India

There are two types of baby powders. You should select powder as per the requirement of your baby. 

Baby talcum powder: The main ingredient is talc thereby inhalation chances are high.

Corn starch baby powder: The main ingredient is corn starch (bigger particles) thereby fewer chances of inhalation by the babies.

Other parameters to take care of while buying talcum powder

Paraben-free

Hypoallergenic

Rashes free

Mild fragrance

Other ingredients

Best Baby Powder in India 2020

#1. Himalaya Baby Powder

Himalaya Herbals baby powder is one of the most popular baby powders in the market. This herbal powder is claimed to be an ideal solution for dry skin, itchy skin and dermatitis in babies. 

Himalaya baby powder is enriched with herbal ingredients such as olive oil, almond oil, khus khus and natural zinc. Olive oil has the goodness of Vitamin E that softens and protects your baby’s skin from skin acne. 

Almond oil contains Vitamin E, good for baby’s bone development and protection from infections. Natural Zinc has antiseptic properties to protect your baby from skin diseases. Khus Khus cools and refreshes your baby’s skin.

Himalaya baby powder is known for its effectiveness against excessive sweating and prickly heat. This powder is clinically approved for treating dermatological issues in babies. You could apply this powder on knees, skin folds, elbows and face.

Best for – Babies with dermatological issues

Pros:

Prevent rashes and infections

Less prone to allergens

Good for newborn

Ideal for excessive sweating and prickly heat

Cons:

Contains talc, excessive use is not good for babies 

#2. Mee Mee Fresh Feel Baby Powder

Mee Mee Fresh Feel Baby Powder is extremely soft and keeps your baby’s skin dry. The powder texture is smooth without any lumps or rough particles, ideal for baby’s soft skin.  

The mild good fragrance of this powder can make your baby fresh and pleasant. Apply this baby powder after a bath or a nappy change or just for a day out of your little one. Use on skin folds, buttocks, elbows to prevent skin rashes and irritations due to friction. 

Best for – Long-lasting fresh and pleasant smell

Pros:

Soft on baby skin

Mild good fragrance

Microbiologically tested

Can use from birth

Cons:

Poring holes are bigger than normal and a huge amount of powder comes out. 

Best Baby Powder for Summer in India 2020

#3. Biotique Disney Mickey Baby Powder

If you need an ayurvedic baby powder with the goodness of basil and red sandalwood, Biotique Disney Mickey baby powder would be the best choice.

Basil is known for its anti-bacterial and antiseptic properties that have the power to heal and refresh the skin. Sandalwood protects from UV rays as well as soothing and pampering the skin tissues. 

The other ingredients are neem, tulsi, corn starch, turmeric and margosa. These natural ingredients help in protecting your baby from diaper rash and keep the skin dry and soft. 

Apply before going out on a sunny day and protect your baby’s delicate skin from the harmful effects of sun exposure. 

Best For – Protection from Sun exposure, UV rays

Pros:

Organically pure

Dermatologically tested

No artificial preservatives

No chemicals added

Ideal for diaper rash

Cons:

Sometimes the fragrance feel strong

 #4. Chicco Talcum Powder 

Chicco baby talcum powder comes with the absorbing property of rice starch which refreshes and softens your baby skin and makes it dry. This enriched rice starch formula makes the skin breathe naturally without clogging skin pores. 

This product is clinically tested on sensitive skin and proven to be less prone to skin allergies. Chicco baby powder has a nice fragrance that keeps your baby pleasant all day.

It is better not to apply it near the nose and mouth of your baby as it contains talc. 

Best For – Babies with Sensitive skin

Pros:

No clogging skin pores

Alcohol and Paraben free

Clinically tested

Hypoallergenic

Cons:

The presence of talc may cause respiratory issues.

#5. Burt’s Bees Baby Bee Dusting Powder

Burt’s Bees dusting powder is a good choice for your baby during the summer season. This talc-free dusting powder helps to treat prickly heat and chafing during weather changes.

This pediatrician tested baby powder is free from parabens, SLS, and phthalates. The corn starch formula is non-irritating and safe for baby’s delicate skin.

The essence of honeyed apricot gives a fresh natural fragrance to the product. Burt’s Bees has the goodness of natural ingredients such as arrowroot powder, calendula flower powder, chamomile powder, plantain leaf powder and marshmallows.

This is not a finely milled dusting powder, appears slightly coarse compared to other talc powders. You should take care while rubbing on your baby in order to avoid discomfort.   

Best For – Prickly heat conditions

Pros:

100% natural

Pediatrician tested

Natural fragrance

Talc-free

No paraben, sulphates, phthalates

Cons:

Since it is imported from the USA, the cost is on a higher side

Best Baby Powder for Diaper Rash in India 2020

#6. Pigeon Baby Powder

Pigeon is Japan’s No.1 baby care brand. The baby powder has the qualities of pH balance,  hypoallergenic and anti-irritant formulas that make your baby’s delicate skin soft and smooth.

The goodness of natural plant extracts and fragrance of lilac and vanilla makes this baby powder a perfect choice for your little one.

The chamomile extracts help to soothe and relax the irritated skin. Rosehip oil in this baby powder has moisturizing properties that prevent your baby’s skin from drying. Olive oil, a natural emollient deeply moisturizes the baby’s skin thereby prevent rashes.

Pigeon baby powder is ideal for use after a bath, nappy change and around skin foldings.

Note: It is better to keep away from the baby’s nose and mouth to avoid inhalation while applying as the powder contains talc.

Best For – Newborns babies

Pros:

Less prone to allergens

Mild fragrance of Lilac and Vanilla

pH balanced

Suitable for newborns & infants

Cons:

The powder won’t come out properly through the small holes. 

#7. Sebamed Baby Powder

Sebamed is a recommended brand by pediatricians because of its pH5.5 range of baby products. The micronized form of titanium dioxide in Sebamed baby powder helps in protecting your baby from rubbing and chaffing. 

The main ingredients are olive oil and allantoin. Olive oil protects the baby’s skin from drying, keeps soft while allantoin reduces the irritation. Since this powder protects the baby’s skin from friction, it also protects from the diaper rash in babies.

Best For – Baby’s rubbing and chaffing

Pros:

The goodness of olive oil and allantoin

Protects from friction & irritation

No allergic reactions

Pleasant botanical fragrance

Cons:

Contains talc

Price is comparatively high 

#8. GAIA Natural Baby Powder

Ideal baby powder with no talc to protect your baby from a nappy rash. GAIA natural baby powder is made from corn starch powder that absorbs the excess moisture from the nappy area, and skin-folds, thereby preventing the baby skin from irritations. 

This baby powder has an excellent combination of natural ingredients such as organic lavender oil, sweet orange, chamomile oil, and limonene to fight against baby rashes and allergies Organic lavender is best to soothe and calm the skin.

Apart from this, GAIA baby powder is good to reduce excessive sweating and chafing in the underarms, between the legs and skin folds. The presence of organic lavender gives the product a pleasant fragrance.

Best For – Reduce excess moisture and nappy rash

Pros: 

Protects from sweating, chafing & nappy rash

Talc-free product

Natural ingredients

Fragrance of lavender

Cons:

Product is costly

Best Talc-free Baby Powder in India 2020

#9. Mamaearth Dusting Powder With Organic Oatmeal

Mamaearth baby powder is a highly rated natural dusting powder for babies that contains no talc. This is Asia’s No.1 MedSafe certified brand to follow safety standards. The product is total toxin-free without any chemicals, sulphates and artificial preservatives. 

All the ingredients are natural and organic thereby the product is ideal for sensitive baby skin. Lavender oil keeps the skin soft and moisturized.

Organic oatmeal, arrowroot powder and corn starch absorbs the excess moisture from the skin and keeps your baby skin dry and irritant-free. 

Mamaearth baby powder is effective rashes prevention. Zinc oxide in the product keeps the skin dry, soothing and free of nappy rashes.

Best For – Dry and irritated baby skin

Pros: 

No chemicals, SLS, synthetic perfumes, and talc

Certified toxin-free – Medsafe certified

Hypoallergenic

Organic ingredients

Ideal for sensitive skin

Cons:

Some people may not feel good on its organic smell 

#10. The Moms Co. Talc-Free Natural Baby Powder with Corn Starch

Corn starch-based baby powder is the best alternative for harmful talc powders. The Moms Co. talc-free baby powder comes with the goodness of organic chamomile oil (deeply nourishes the skin), organic calendula oil (calm the skin), organic jojoba oil (moisturize the skin).

The food-grade corn starch present in the baby powder has the ability to absorb moisture from your baby skin and keep it dry. Excess moisture can be absorbed from skin folds, armpits, neck and nappy area of the baby.

The Moms Co. talc-free baby powder is Australian Medsafe certified allergen and toxic-free. 

Best For – Babies of 1 to 3 years

Pros: 

USDA certified organic oils

Hypoallergenic properties

Australia certified allergen-free, toxic-free

No parabens, sulphated, SLS

Dermatologically tested

Cons:

Granular particles 

Little costly for Indian customers

#11. Mother Sparsh Talc-Free Natural Dusting Powder

Mother Sparsh, yet another talc-free dusting powder for babies with organic arrowroot and corn starch. This dusting powder is ideal for absorbing moisture, humidity and sweat.

The anti-microbial properties of the organic ingredients help in preventing your baby from fungal and yeast infections. 

Organic arrowroot has the properties of soothing and softening the baby’s skin while corn starch prevents skin allergies, rashes and irritations. Lavender oil gives a pleasant fragrance to this baby powder as well as protects your baby from skin redness.

This paraben-free, ayurvedic baby dusting powder provides a cooling effect to the baby’s skin and keeps it supple. The antiperspirant properties provide quick relief from the heat. 

Best For – 0-5 years baby

Pros: 

Fragrance of lavender

The goodness of organic ingredients

Protects from sweat and moisture

No chemicals, SLS, sulphates

Paraben-free

Cons:

Price is comparatively on a higher side

My Favourites

All baby powders are great but I have two personal favorites. They are Mamaearth dusting powder and GAIA natural baby powder.

Both are talc-free and my personal experience suggests that these two are great on baby skin.  

The post 11 Best Baby Powder in India 2020 (Review & Comparison) appeared first on Being Happy Mom.

11 Best Baby Powder in India 2020 (Review & Comparison) published first on https://parentcenternetwork.tumblr.com/