#DirtyBlood

[feralenergy22]

Are you doing the #morningcleanse with @medicalmedium ?⁣ I’m having a fabulous organic fruit platter before my zoom. Drinking a shot of @wymansfruit Wild Blueberry 🫐 juice and rocking my other fabulous @gmonkeymobile beanie 🐵 ⁣ Head over to @medicalmedium IG to learn more and if you don’t have his books 📚 especially Cleanse To Heal, hit up the library or purchase it online. This is a medical tool❣️⁣ ⁣ I went all-in on Medical Medium on May 1, 2022, and I am so grateful I did. AW & SOC are amazing, and so is the Medical Medium community. I was a little concerned because of my ostomy, but there have been only a few challenges here and there. Daisy (my ileostomy) seems pleased with my choice. ⁣ ⁣ I was already doing so many of the MM practices, but I went further by letting go of the protein myth I had been fed your years, and I finally ditched eggs and went completely vegan. 💚🐾 which if you know me made my heart ❤️ SUPER happy! ⁣ ⁣ I have been dairy-free and gluten-free since 2013 and a vegetarian/pescatarian since 1999. However, there were so many things I was eating that were still causing problems, including the troublemakers like eggs, vinegar, soy, caffeine, vegan chocolate, citric acid, and even nutritional yeast. I decided to trust and let go.⁣ ⁣ I have all the medical medium books (some on @audible, too) just in case I want to listen. I highly recommend all of them.⁣ ⁣ I have so much more to share with you, and I will in time. I will wrap this up by saying I love the morning cleanse, which is super valuable. Give it a try❣️⁣ ⁣ Remember to be patient and be kind to yourself; this is a process, a healing ❤️‍🩹 dance, as my dear friend @upanji says.⁣ ⁣ I’m dancing my way into a new story you can too.⁣ ⁣ ⁣ #brandfearless ⁣#morningcleanse #medicalmedium #medicalmediumcommunity #ostomy #alopecia #crohnsdisease #lymedisease #autoimmunewarrior #daisy #ileostomy #brainlesions #thickblood #dirtyblood #fruitbowl #wildblueberries #wymans #cleansetoheal #vegan #glutenfree #organic #heathylifestyle #gmonkey #gmonkeyrevolution #plantbased #healingdance ⁣ (at Connecticut) https://www.instagram.com/p/CZZpjGRFX7L/?utm_medium=tumblr

[majesty31]

𝙺𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚂𝚊𝚏𝚎 | 𝙶𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 | 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

𝒂/𝒏: 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏’𝒕 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒄 𝒃𝒄 𝑰 𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒅. 𝑺𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚.

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒖𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑮𝒆𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒖𝒑 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒌.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔/𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕: 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕, 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅, 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒌, 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒓𝒎, 𝒈𝒏!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 𝟐𝒌

Breaking up with George was one of the hardest things you ever had to do. But the way his face fell after the words left your lips was even harder. You loved him, more then even yourself and that’s what scared you. You would do anything for him, even if it meant to break his heart to keep him safe and alive.

It didn’t surprise you when your father joined back with the dark lord, seeing as he was a death eater back when you were a child. But what did surprise you was when he forced you to join as well, forced you to take the dark mark and betray everyone you loved. Your heart broke when they started using your friendship with Harry Potter against you.

So you had to cut ties with everyone you loved that could be used against you, including George. But he knew better. He knew you wouldn’t just break up with him over nothing, knew you wouldn’t just push away all of your friends over nothing. So every chance he got he would try and get you to tell the truth.

"You can’t just ignore me!" You stopped dead in your tracks, slowly turning around to face the most beautiful boy you knew. His fits were clenched along with his jaw, his hair was a mess and it looked as if he hadn’t slept in days. He slowly stepped closer. "Please Y/N," his voice trembled, tears welling up in his eyes as you tried your best to keep your own tears in. "Talk to me please,"

At this point he was already right in front of you, making you look up at him with a blank look in your eyes. You had to make it believable. You had to make it seem as if you didn’t love him anymore. "What do you want Weasley," he took in a sharp breath at the name but pushed it away, taking your cold hands into his own warm ones. You tried to get them out of his grasp but he wouldn’t let you. "Let me go,"

"No. Not until you tell me why you broke up with me! And don’t give me some bullshit about how you don’t love me anymore because I know that’s a pile of rubbish," his voice was raising, looking at you with pleading eyes. "Ever since you came back this year you’ve been different, distant and not just with me but with all of your friends," he paused. "Did something happen over the summer?"

"Yes George something did happen, I found out that I didn’t love you anymore okay. I found out that I don’t need any of them anymore. I found out that I don’t need you anymore," he shook his head, tears falling from his eyes as he closed them, taking a breath.

"That’s not true and we both know that,"

"Yes it is. Can’t you hear the words that are coming out of my mouth!"

"You can’t just fall out of love with me that quickly. I don’t believe that and I won’t," the look he gave you made you want to forget all of the reasons of why he needed protecting and just fall into his arms, but you couldn’t.

"Well you need to George. Because I don’t love you," You paused, his eyes finding yours. "Didn’t your brother ever worn you about falling in love with a Slytherin? Maybe you should have listened," you pulled your hands away from his and moved closer to him. "I could never love a Weasley, a dirtyblood, a redhead," with that you walked away, leaving George standing where you had left him, tears falling from his eyes as he watched you walk away with a broken heart.

You ran as fast as you could towards the girls room, trying to get away from George before falling to the ground, the tears you were trying your hardest to keep in finally falling down your face. You put your hands in front of your mouth, hating yourself for what you had said. For things your didn’t mean and for things that you loved about him. You wanted to scream, scream at the world. Why had it chosen you, why had your father forced the mark on you. You were only 17.

"Y/N?" You heard a familiar voice call. But you didn’t care if she saw you like this at this point. You barely saw Hermione run in, fear and worry covering her face as she fell in front of you. Her arms reaching out for you and soon she had you pulled into a hug. One that you didn’t fight. "I saw George before I came in," hearing his name made your cries louder. She didn’t say anything more, his face covered in tears gave her the confirmation she needed to know what this was about.

So she just sat there with you. Letting you cry your heart out. She wouldn’t let go of you for a second not until you slowly started pulling away. Even if you wanted to cry you couldn’t, all of your tears had dried out. Hermione rubbed your shoulder as you sat in front of her, looking at the floor with absolutely no emotions.

~~~

That night you woke up screaming, a burning sensation on your arm making tears stream down your face. Your breathing was heavy as you looked around, thanking Godric himself that you were in the common room. You covered your mouth before you could let out another scream, the burning becoming worse by the second. You made your way out of the common room and to the bathrooms. Turning on the cold water and putting your arm underneath, tears once again falling from your face once the burning died down. But it didn’t last long and soon it was back.

You pulled your arm away from the water, a broken sob leaving your mouth as the pain shot through your body. You left the dungeons, thinking that fresh air would maybe die down the pain, even for a little bit. You walked down the empty and dark hallways holding your arm in one hand, soon coming to a compete stop once you saw Fred, George, Harry and Professor Umbridge.

"As I’ve told you once before Mr. Potter naughty children deserve to be punished," And with that she walked away. You tried to keep the sob in once your arm started burning again but you couldn’t, making all three of the boys turn towards you. You clutched your arm closer but immediately regretted it because of your body heat. George gazed down at your arm, concern forming in his eyes as he slowly walked towards you.

"Y/N what happened?" He asked, worry written all over his face. "Did Umbridge do something?" You shook you head, tears falling from your eyes as you pulled your arm to your chest.

"Don’t come any closer," You warned but he didn’t listen. Fred and Harry, seeing that this was a conversation not meant for their ears, took the little boy and left the two of you alone. Both throwing you concerned glances before they disappeared behind a corner.

"Let me see," George said, bringing your focus back on him as he gently tried taking your arm but you pulled away and took a step back. "Y/N please let me help. If your hurt I can help," You shook your head. A small cry leaving your lips as the burning started again.

George’s eyes grew with fear, pulling your arm away from your chest and revealing your mark. He said nothing as he looked at your arm in disbelief. Taking in short breaths before his gaze met yours, confusion and hurt written all over his face.

“What- is this?" He asked, hurt laced in his voice as he looked down at you, betrayal written all over his face. “Is this why you’ve cut everyone off?” He let go of your arm.

“Yes,” Was the only answer you gave making George look at you with disbelief before he backed away, trying to process this.

“You-“ he paused taking in a breath, his voice slightly trembling. “Your with him? The man who murdered hundreds of people, including your best friends parents might I add,” You bit the inside of your cheek trying to keep the tears in. But you couldn’t say anything, not when the man you loved looked at you as if you were a trader.

“Y/N say something,” when he saw the tears in your eyes and your trembling figure he slowly moved towards you. Lifting your Chen with his finger making your eyes meet his. “Was this at your own free will?” You stayed quite for a moment, trying to remove the lump in your throat.

“No,” You ended up mumbling, the tears in your eyes fully falling down your face. “My father-“ you cut yourself off as your voice cracked, lips trembling and trying to finish your sentence without bursting into tears. “He forced me to take the mark,”

"Why didn’t you tell me?"

"How could I? What would you think of me since I now carry the dark mark. I’m disgusted with it myself and how would you see-" You looked at the floor once again, your voice trembling with every word you spoke. "Would you still love me the same-"

"Yes. I would and do love you the same. I don’t care about any mark on your body even if it’s the dark lords mark," He spoke, making your eyes meet his. "I love you Y/N and nothing in the world will ever change that," You shook your head trying to pull away from him.

"No George, I’m trying to keep you safe-"

"I don’t need to be kept safe. Not by you breaking up with me," He paused, his eyes roaming over your face. "Being with you is what keeps me safe. Your my safe place and without that I crumble," You breath hitched. "I need you," He whispered. Tears filled in your eyes as you took in his words. His eyes flickered down towards your lips before he slowly leaned in, taking your lips into his own.

You melted into the kiss, tears streaming down your face as he tilted his head. The passion you felt in the kiss was like something you’ve never felt before. It was slow and full of love, a kind of love George only ever slowed towards you. His thumb rubbed slow circles on your cheek as he gently pulled you closer. George has always been gentle with you but this was different . He was handling you as if you were glass, something that could slip through his finger and break.

~~~

That night you spent in George’s dorm, cuddled up on his bed with your head on his chest trying your best to keep your cries in. The burning had only gotten worse, and at this point you knew it was some sort of punishment for telling George.

But their was nothing you could do.

George hearing your silent cries, wiped away your tears before bringing your face up to meet his, his lips connecting with your own. You relaxed into the kiss as your lips moved with his. A sigh leaving your mouth as he got on top of you. You brought your free hand up to his hair, gently tangling them into his soft orange locks. His tongue brushed your bottom lip before moving it completely into your mouth and you welcomed it by pulling him closer towards you.

He soon broke the kiss by moving his lips over your jaw before finding your neck, gently kissing and sucking on the skin. Your head tilted back giving him more access as a sigh left your mouth. Your hand still in his hair as he left a small mark on your neck. Tears started forming in your eyes again once the burning started. George feeling your body tense moved his lips over towards your now burning mark.

He slowly started kissing up your arm, the feeling of his lips made your mind slowly forget about the pain. He gave your shoulder one last kiss before his lips found yours again. You moaned into the kiss as he softly bit you bottom lip and just like that the pain had left you completely. George took your hand in his as his lips again made way to your neck.

The rest of the night was filled with love and passion. And that maybe this love was the one where it saved the both of you. You were always told that love was weakness and while that was true you learned that love was also strength and that strength overcame the weakness.

[twrecks008]

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[dirtybloodl]

Siempre triste, es un estado, más que una emoción. Cuando creo que no lo estoy, alguien hace algo para recordarmelo, recordarme que siempre va a ser así, aunque trate, nací así, desde el primer día todo fue así.

-dirtyblood

[labyllia]

RAI’S

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ➠ 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 　➥┊ 𝐍𝐨𝐦𝐛���𝐞: Neill. 　　　　　　　↳ Sin apellido. 　➥┊ 𝐄𝐝𝐚𝐝: 24 años. 　➥┊ 𝐀𝐩𝐨𝐝𝐨: Phoenix. 　➥┊ 𝐓𝐢́𝐭𝐮𝐥𝐨: Caballero mágico. 　➥┊ 𝐎.𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥: Heterosexual. ─────────────────────── 　　 ➠ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 　 La inesperada noticia que informaba el futuro nacimiento de un niño bastardo, concebido por las aventuras de un renombrado aristócrata con su sirvienta, sacudió la famosa casa ducal y tan pronto como los oídos del irresponsable noble escucharon que Sara esperaba descendencia suya, éste tuvo la maravillosa ocurrencia de negarlo. Una vez "liberada", según él, de todas sus labores, daría a conocer el veredicto final: declaró nunca haber atentado contra el honor de la criada. Insinuó, sin pizca de remordimiento, que ella pudo quedar embarazada de cualquier hombre para solucionarse la vida, dictando entonces que el castigo más adecuado para tamaña insolencia, era desterrarla y prohibirle mostrase nuevamente en presencia de su familia. Desde este punto en adelante, debería realizar actos impensables para garantizar su propia supervivencia y también la del bebé en sus entrañas. Tiempo después, un hombre de avanzada edad acabó topándose con la desdichada Sara, quien llevaba siete meses de embarazo. El cuerpo que tanto la había ayudado, ya de nada servía, actualmente ni la persona más desesperada buscaba contratar sus servicios nocturnos. La mano que tendieron hacia ella aquel día, parecía una diminuta y refulgente luz batallando con fuerza, dando lo mejor de sí para desvanecer las tinieblas alojadas en su corazón. Ése señor no era rico ni pobre, llevaba un estilo de vida moderada, probando así que existe belleza en lo minimalista. Sin la intervención masculina en ese punto crítico, ella -hoy- no estaría viva. Pero el fúnebre destino aún tenía un as bajo la manga; viéndose incapaz de reclamar a la madre, pondría sus garras sobre el hijo. La llegada de Neill, lejos de traer felicidad, fue un golpe desgarrador que los devolvió a la realidad. El niño vino al mundo en estado crítico. Los encargados del parto afirmaron que no habían muchas esperanzas de que aguantará la primera noche. Sintiéndose culpable por el precario estilo de vida llevado durante los primeros siete meses de embarazo, Sara lloró y envió rezos a los cielos. En un acto de bondad, las divinas entidades atendieron a su plegaria; fuertes ventiscas azotaron el ventanal de aquella habitación hasta forzar su apertura, y de éste un hermoso fénix incursionó para socorrer a la débil cría. Los espectadores no pudieron ocultar su asombro al atestiguar cómo esa legendaria bestia derramaba lágrimas sobre Neill. Su estado mejoró por arte de magia; el ave se despide entre llamas salvajes. Dios santo, ¿Qué retribución pedirán los entes supremos a cambio del amable favor? Años más tardes, un trío de Dioses aparecieron con tal de responder aquella pregunta, exigiéndoles una cosa: entrenar al joven y transformarlo en el más fiero guerrero. Las estrellas habían pronosticado que "la cría de Fénix" está destinadas a ser quien ejerza el dominio del cielo sobre la tierra. El auto-proclamado abuelo solamente alcanzó a contratar a un mediocre maestro, y le encargó darle un básico adiestramiento en el arte de la esgrima. Lo demás quedaría a la suerte, puesto que lo inscribieron en un examen de caballería. Nunca olvidará ése día, el momento donde conoció por primera vez la maldad humana y aprendió cuán pesados son los perjuicios. Poco importaba que haya demostrado superioridad derrotando a cuánto noble pusieran en frente, no fue reconocido, nadie deseaba que un sucio plebeyo tuviera la oportunidad de salir adelante. Todos lo rechazaron, excepto un caballero que solía pertenecer a la plebe en el pasado; lo acogió como su aprendiz, inculcando un entrenamiento intensivo que sacaría a relucir su potencial latente antes del torneo anual entre reinos. El premio del primer lugar se conformaba por una mítica espada forjada con aliento de dragón y, además, también se sumaba la libre elección. El ganador podía unirse a las filas de cualquier reino cuyo gobernante asistiera al espectáculo. Neill obtuvo una victoria aplastante, haciendo gala no solo de su capacidad física, sino que, pasada la confrontación final, exhibió un talento para la magia elemental que desconocía. Su habilidad despertó sin que el público lo esperará, justo cuando sus manos sujetaron el arma; una capa de fuego envolvió con ferocidad su filo, como si la espada celebrará por haber encontrado alguien digno de blandirla. Los ignorantes habían tratado un tesoro de guerra como si fuera una simple medalla, después de todo, hasta la fecha, la empuñadura siempre rechazaba a los que intentaban imbuir poder mágico en ella. Un objetos que ignoró las manos de incontables guerreros, ese día ardió bajo el agarre del mestizo. Desde entonces, su nombre dejó de importar. ¿No has oído el rumor? Phoenix, el plebeyo que ascendió a caballero real. ─────────────────────── ➠ 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐀. 　　 ❪��❫ Sospecha que su afinidad con el fuego viene del ave que salvó su vida. En el mundo donde reside, la única facción capaz de utilizar magia eran los "sangre pura"; la nobleza. Ningún plebeyo o mestizo podría soñar siquiera con liberar una porción de poder mágico. 　　 ❪✘❫ Disfruta de los placeres que otorga el alcohol y las mujeres. Don juan por naturaleza. 　　 ❪✘❫ A pesar de haber conseguido un estatus social respetable, continuamente percibe la envidia y el desprecio incluso en los ojos de sus camaradas. La discriminación nunca desaparecería. Entendió que cuanto más logros acumulara, mayores serían las miradas sedientas de sangre a sus espaldas. 　　 ❪✘❫ Durante su adolescencia, además de la esgrima, participó en una gran variedad de labores menores para costear gastos personales o ayudar a la economía familiar. En consecuencia, domina numerosos campos ajenos a las artes bélicas: sus habilidades culinarias podrían opacar con facilidad a los cocineros profesionales. ─────────────────────── 　⇢║ Hashtag: #DirtyBlood. 　⇢║ Cronología:

[katsbookcornerreads]

Dirty Blood (The Crane Diaries #2) Available now at Amazon and in Kindle Unlimited!   Blurb: Deep in the swamps of the Louisiana bayou, a horrifying secret lies waiting to be discovered. A legend haunts the bayou, a chilling tale of a beast that is born from a curse…the Rougarou. When Emma Rose Crane lets hunter Cass Willow convince her to help him on a ghost hunt, she never imagined she’d be trudging through the swamps, let alone stumbling upon a mess of mangled bodies—or running into the creature responsible for the rotting remains. With no backup available to them, she’s forced to show Cass her demonic side to help them escape, but that’s not the only problem. When the creature attacked them, it infected them with the same curse that drove it mad. There’s only one hope—kill the beast to cure the infection. Time is not on their side as they race to save themselves and discover the truth behind the legend. But first they have to survive the effects of the curse long enough to find the creature and put it down…  Before they succumb to the hunger eating them alive. Amazon Universal Link: mybook.to/DirtyBlood Order a signed copy here: Google Form Link https://www.instagram.com/valentine5062/p/Briq3AlFiJ4/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=ajgrt87hsohf

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[goddammitravio]

soap bubbles

Whit giving Rowan a bath, from Whit’s POV. Precharadev!Rowan is obviously a little shit about it, slapping Whit’s hand away every time he tries to wash him, insisting that a dirtyblooded half-breed like him would only make Rowan dirtier than he already was. Eventually, of course, Whit wins and starts scrubbing Rowan down. His fingers pass over some old scars, left over from previous kidnappings, and Whit thinks about how Rowan is such a waste of space that he can’t even bring himself to feel sorry for him like this.

Fast forward to a few years later, with their positions reversed. Whitney is now the one in the bath, unable to wash herself properly after defending Rowan from an attack, and Rowan is actually really shitty at washing her. She pokes fun at him for this, and he blows soap bubbles in her face to make her shut up. Whitney laughs, Rowan smiles, their relationship is much less strained, and it ends on a warm note.

[joyffree]

#NewRelease ➙ Title: The Crane Diaries: Dirty Blood Author: Apryl Baker Genre: NA Horror/Paranormal Deep in the swamps of the Louisiana bayou, a horrifying secret lies waiting to be discovered. A legend haunts the bayou, a chilling tale of a beast that is born from a curse…the Rougarou. When Emma Rose Crane lets hunter Cass Willow convince her to help him on a ghost hunt, she never imagined she’d be trudging through the swamps, let alone stumbling upon a mess of mangled bodies—or running into the creature responsible for the rotting remains. With no backup available to them, she’s forced to show Cass her demonic side to help them escape, but that’s not the only problem. When the creature attacked them, it infected them with the same curse that drove it mad. There’s only one hope—kill the beast to cure the infection. Time is not on their side as they race to save themselves and discover the truth behind the legend. But first they have to survive the effects of the curse long enough to find the creature and put it down… Before they succumb to the hunger eating them alive. #DirtyBlood #TheCraneDiaries #Horror #Paranormal #AprylBaker @AprylBaker

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NOTTHESAMO apresenta DirtyBlood e sua primeira coleção 'Respect For All'

Conheça a marca Dirty Blood e a sua coleção 'Respect For All'

A marca paulistana Dirty Blood apoia pessoas que compõe minorias e que a sua luta contra o preconceito – de todas as formas e tipos – é diária. Por isso, o seu objetivo é passar mensagens de reflexão para a população interpretar e entender. Seu nome simboliza o sangue das pessoas contaminado por toda a sujeira que vem do ser humano, pelo ódio, intolerância e preconceito. Segundo a marca, “tudo…

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[feralenergy22]

Sweet Potato and Black Bean Salad with⁣ Spicy Lime “Vinaigrette “ ⁣ ⁣ Medical Medium recipe from Liver Rescue book⁣ ⁣ 🌱 I had a couple ingredient substitutions 💚⁣ With the honey and I ran out of red onion so I used yellow. ⁣ ⁣ For greens I used arugula and spinach 🌱⁣ ⁣ It is so delicious ❣️⁣ ⁣ Add in other veggies if you like too.⁣ ⁣ • vegan⁣ ⁣ • gluten-free ⁣ ⁣ • organic ⁣ ⁣ • healthy lifestyle ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ #brandfearless #medicalmedium #recipes #sweetpotato #blackbeans #liverrescue #vegan #glutenfree #organic #healing #spiralup #ostomy #autoimmunewarrior #dirtyblood #weekend #cookingwithlove #ostomylife (at New Britain, Connecticut) https://www.instagram.com/p/CUSsL6GF_Qb/?utm_medium=tumblr

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marca 2/30. parte 2

Segundo dia da segunda parte do projeto, e a marca que escolhi pra falar um pouco sobre, é a Dirty Blood.

Conheci a marca no final do ano passado. Por acompanhar o trabalho da Loja Rellik, consequentemente passei a acompanhar esse projeto, criado em 2017 mesmo, na cidade de São Paulo.

A Dirty Blood tem como proposta, passar mensagens que a população precisa interpretar e entender, pois somos formados por minorias que lutam todos os dias contra o preconceito em geral.

O nome Dirty Blood simboliza o sangue contaminado que corre em nossas veias por toda a sujeira humana, o ódio que nos destrói, a intolerância que nos afasta dos outros, o preconceito que fere pessoas por suas opções.

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[miserymocker]

That Yakuza girl in the 🌊 #japanogirl #dirtyblood #artsciencemuseum

[dirtybloodl]

Fue hace tanto tiempo, la vez que me sentí segura, amada y feliz

Fue hace tanto tiempo que creía que todo estaba bien

Fue hace tanto, que ya no quiero recordarlo, porque ya no existe.

-dirtyblood

[serenakbelieves]

Dirty Blood Book One by Heather Hildenbrand

Okay, this is a Werewolf series and I have to admit, I did take a break from the whole Werewolf vampire thing, but this one swooped me in off my feet and I couldn’t stop.

FREEBIE ALERT! #oneclick

BLURB:

Sometimes family can be the death of you... 17 year-old Tara Godfrey's normal life is uprooted. Not when she breaks up with her longtime boyfriend, George, but when she tries to shortcut home. In a darkened alley, Tara comes face to face with death threats, werewolves, and family secrets in a single night. Her only ally? The hottest, most mysterious werewolf she'll ever meet. And he doesn't like her already. **************************** From Dirty Blood: I killed a girl last night. I did it with my bare hands and an old piece of pipe I found lying next to the dumpster. But that's not the part that got me. The part that scared me, the part I can't seem to wrap my head around and still has me reeling, was that when she charged me, her body shifted-and then she was a wolf. All snapping teeth and extended claws. But by the time I stood over her lifeless body, she was a girl again. That's about the time I went into shock. And that was the moment he showed up. Now, all I can do is accept the truths that are staring me in the face. One, Werewolves do exist. And two, I was born to kill them.

My thoughts and Review:

Enter Tara, breaking up with her long time boyfriend, George. They’ve known each other since they were kids, but ever since he became MVP on the football team, he’s changed and his ego became inflated. She goes through their history together and you can’t help but feel her pain and conflicts.

She broke up with him at the pool hall and headed home. She bumped into a girl in the alley and gets attacked as she turns into a Werewolf. You would think Tara would be dead... nope, instead she ends up killing her in the end.

Enter Wes. Oh Wes, he’s one of those over protective, sacrifice himself for her type of guys.

They feel an immediate pull to each other, but I won’t say why, you’ll just have to see.

He can’t figure her out or leave her alone either, so when he finds out there’s more to her and her life is in danger, he can’t just do nothing.

She enters his life, his friends, and the Cause.

There’s a lot of suspense and action in this and there are a lot of characters, but she does a good job of developing them without confusing you.

Definitely couldn’t put down!

For a freebie, definitely worth it.

This gets 4 PIGGIES!!

https://www.amazon.com/Dirty-Blood-Book-ebook/dp/B004V08RS2/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1468455499&sr=1-1&keywords=dirty+blood