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[yueyimold]

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Engine Parts: Tyler Owens x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @hunterthecharmer @heylookwhoitis @shakespeareanwannabe

Companion piece to:

The Mechanic - Tyler faces a problem when Boone brings his mechanic ex girlfriend back into the fold.

Rigs -Tyler reflects on history with you

Ford Mustang - Tyler extends an olive branch.

The garage is a minefield of memories for Tyler, everything from the song on the sound system to Ford Mustang you’re still working on because it required ‘extensive restoration’. The thing had barely been more than a shell before he’d helped you tow it home. Now all it needs is a little more work on the engine and a new paint job.

Four years is how long you’d estimated it would take to fix up if the two of you worked on it together. Even then you were thinking in the long term, and it turns out he was too.

It’s why he bought that ring when he was passing through Arkansas, the one with three sapphires embedded in the silver band because he was paranoid that any stone that stuck out would get caught when you were wrist deep in engine parts. He’d carried it around for weeks, waiting for the right moment and then it was gone in the blink of an eye, swept away by the harsh winds of the tornado that almost killed you both. He wonders if anyone ever found it, if his misfortune gave way to someone else’s happiness.

When he sees you working there inside the garage, your upper body tucked under the hood, singing along to Zach Bryan’s ‘Sun To Me’  it takes him back to the weekends you spent teaching him how to take apart an engine. His thoughts slip to the evenings sat on the picnic bench out back, sipping beers and staring up at the stars, the nights he spent tangled up in your sheets, whispering sweet nothings against your skin.

Time hasn’t dulled any of those memories, in fact it’s sharpened them because Tyler re-lives every detail of your relationship when he’s alone those motel rooms. It’s you he thinks of when he looks in the mirror and sees those scars that linger on his own skin, the ones from the rodeo and the ones that came after.

“Sophie.” He says softly so he doesn’t startle you. “Can we talk?”

You don’t say anything as you use that rag to clean your hands. Instead you open the old refrigerator tucked alongside the work bench and take out two beers, snapping off their caps with the magnetic bottle opener, before drift past him and head towards the picnic table around the back. Tyler follows a step behind, the scent of orange blossoms and motor oil flooding his senses.

“You wanted to talk.” You say as you take a seat on the bench. “So talk.”

He doesn’t know what to say as he sits down, there are so many thoughts, so many feelings riling up inside of him, he finds it difficult to articulate. He should outline the program, tell you the work he’s been up to, explain why they need you on this project but being back here, it fucks with him. It brings back everything he’s spent the past three years trying to shove into a box inside his head.

“You left.” He says abruptly as you raise the beer to your lips and you pause before you set it back down and meet his gaze.

“And you didn’t follow.” You say, shrugging your shoulders. “I guess there are somethings that just aren’t worth chasing.”

Your words, they eviscerate him. They cut like a knife into his chest, tearing out his insides until all he can feel is the agony spilling out of him.

“Is that what you think?” He asks you, his voice raw with emotion. “That it didn’t mean anything to me, that you didn’t mean anything to me.”

You don’t answer and he understands in that moment that he fucked up back then, that he’s been fucking up ever since.

“Sophie…” He begins, his hand reaching out for yours. “Something awful happened to you, something traumatic and I was responsible for that. I…” He trails off, his eyes stinging as he gropes for the words. “I thought you needed a clean break, away from me, from the Wranglers.”

“I left because I didn’t want to chase anymore.” You tell him as his thumb strokes over the hollow of your wrist. “I needed to come home and recover, I wanted you to come with me, to take some time away from it so we could do that together but…”

“But I needed to face it.” He says quietly. “Because if I hadn’t I would have never gone back.”

“I can’t go back.” You tell him. “If I do this, I can’t chase. I’m happy to work with your crew, maintain the rigs either here or out there but I’m not heading into the storm with you.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to.” He tells you, squeezing your hand lightly. “You’d be support only, tailoring the rigs to what we need, ensuring that they can function under intense conditions. Those are the only things that I’d ask of you, I promise.”

It’s his sincerity that convinces you, the intensity in his eyes as he studies your features. He’s willing to try to make this work and you guess you can too because the goal here, it’s so much bigger than the both of you. The project he’s apart of, it saved lives a couple of months ago, it’ll do it again with the right equipment.

“No cameras.” You say as you pull away, your fingers slipping out from underneath his. “You can take videos of the rigs, the workshop, the alterations that have been done. I’ll even coach Dani or Boone to explain it but I don’t want to be camera. It’s taken long enough for the people in this town to get used to the way I look, I don’t need it to be a topic of conversation on the internet.”

His jaw clenches as his eyes linger on the scar. To him it’s a symbol of your resilience, your strength. You took on Mother Nature and you lived to tell the tale. It’s only now that he realises how self-conscious you are, how much of your confidence has been stripped away.

“Alright.” He promises you as he takes a sip of his beer. “No cameras.”

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[violet-hearth]

Basic Spell Oils

I should have posted this a lot earlier, but I forgot ..

Oils are a great way to create herbal blends for spell work - oil preserves the scent, taste and herbal matter if stored away from sunlight (you can store in coloured glass) and can be adapted to make infused olive oil or cooking oils for your kitchen witchery, the dress candles, to add to glamour spells, or to make perfume bases.

Basic Recipe Formula:

Essential oils

Carrier oil such as sweet almond oil, jojoba oil, sunflower oil, apricot oil etc.

A small jar with a dropper or dropper top to store the oil in

Optional:

Vitamin E oil

herbs to create an infusion

Determine the intention of the oil (love, protection, confidence etc.) and gather the herbs and essential oils that have association (personal or common) with aspects of that intention

Add a few pinches of dried herbs to your bottle

Add a few drops of your essential oil (up to 10% of the bottle)

If using, add a drop of vitamin E oil - this can make it better for skin application and also stops the oil from going rancid from the herbal matters

Add the carrier oil and fill to the top, cap and shake to blend - as you shake you can say a prayer, chant, or focus your energy to charge the oil

Allow to sit for at least a week before use, as it ages it will start to macerate and smell more harmonious.

Date Night Dinner Oil

This is an olive cooking oil to be used in salads, sauces, to spread on breads, or to marinate meats and vegetables in. It is packed full of aphrodisiac herbs and summer spices

Olive oil

Garlic, rosemary, ginger, star anise, and chili

Strainer

For a quick infusion, add in your oil and herbs into a pan and simmer on a low heat for 30 minutes.

Allow to cool, strain and use within 1-2 weeks

Attraction Oil

The attraction oil combines aphrodisiacs and anti-anxiety herbs into an oil or perfume. The intention is to attract and command attention, to boost your confidence, and as a base for seduction work.

Add your carrier oil to your oil dropper or perfume bottle/roller - for this I’d recommend a rosehip oil, apricot oil or a neutral grapeseed oil.

Turn your herbs into oils either via essential oils or add them dried straight to your carrier oil to infuse: rose, clove, vervain, cinnamon, licorice, nutmeg, frankincense, apple blossom, jasmine, ylang ylang, lavender, cocoa, and/or gingseng - cater to personal preferences and match scents together, I recommend using between 3-8 oils or herbs.

Example scent profile: rose, lavender, apple blossom, vervain, cinnamon, licorice, gingeseng (spicy floral - I’d also add a little patchouli if turning into a perfume)

These types of recipes are where having a grimoire, notebook, or journal comes in very handy! Keep record of what you've tried, what scents match well, what is repellent, what works for you, plan out recipes before hand.

As always, adapt, change, and disregard as you like to suit your personal practice <3

[esoteric-chaos]

What are Infused Oils?

What are they?

Infused oils are herbal components or spices placed in a jar of carrier oil like Olive Oil, Grapeseed Oil, Avacado Oil, Jojoba Oil, Coconut Oil, etc. Can be used in cooking, herbal ailments and skincare.

Are they essential oils?

No. Short answer, no. Long answer? I'll give you an explanation. Essential oils are distilled using Steam Distillation, Solvent Extraction, CO2 Extraction, Maceration, Enfleurage, Cold Press Extraction, and or Water Distillation. Lotta words huh? It takes a lot of work to make essential oils. Unfortunately, it also takes quite a bit of that plant to make even those tiny 10ml bottles you purchase. Of course, each plant varies. However, it still can lead to a larger environmental impact.

For instance, one pound of essential oil can be extracted from approximately 250 pounds of rosemary leaves, or from 150 pounds of lavender buds, or say 50 pounds of eucalyptus leaves. This is why you see some as more expensive than others. Unfortunately, you can see where the problem lies in plants that are more threatened or endangered. If you must use essential oils, source responsibly (and not from a Pyramid scheme but I'm not opening that can of worms)

Can I use infused oils in my practice?

Yes! Absolutely! All these oil recipes you see for spell oils are exactly that. You can even use the elemental correspondences of the carrier oils you use for spell oils. As an example Olive Oil is traditionally known for the fire element and Coconut Oil is water. The possibilities for your personal correspondence are endless!

Now I'll stop rambling. Here are a few methods I learned to infuse oils in my courses and through self-herbalist study.

Method One:

The Folk Method - The most common

Directions

Place DRIED herbs in a clean, dry jar. Leave at least 1 to 3 inches of open space above your herbs to cover with oil.

Fill the remaining space in the jar with the oil of your choice, making sure to cover herbs by at least 1 inch or more. If the herbs emerge above the surface of the oil at any point while infusing, pour more oil on top to ensure the herbs remain covered.

Cap the jar tightly and shake well.

Place the jar in a sunny, warm windowsill and shake once or more per day.

After 2 to 3 weeks, strain the herbs out of the oil using cheesecloth or a mesh strainer. Or you can leave it in but straining is recommended if you are using dropper bottles as it clogs the caps.

Pour into clean glass bottles.

Remember to label your jars with the date, type of oil, and herbs used! You WILL forget! Trust me.

Store in a cool, dark place. The oil may keep for up to a year.

Method Two:

The Heat Infused Method - Quick Infusion

Directions

Place herbs in the crock pot or double boiler. Cover with extra virgin olive oil (or other carrier oil of choice), leaving at least an inch or two of oil above the herbs. 

Gently heat the herbs over very low heat (preferably between 100° and 140° F for 1 to 5 hours, until the oil takes on the colour and scent of the herb. Some recommend heating the oil for 48 to 72 hours at a controlled temperature of 100° F. Turn off the heat and allow it to cool. I personally prefer letting it sit in a crock pot for 72 hours as I feel like I get all of the benefits out of the herb.

Once oil is cooled, strain using cheesecloth.

Bottle in dry, sterilized glass bottles. LABEL your bottles with the date and contents before storing them.

Store in a cool, dark, dry place for up to six months.

Best herbs to infuse in oil

There are a countless number of herbs, spices and resins that can be infused into the oil. Please make sure these herbs are free from pesticides and chemicals (not found on the roadside). Dried herbs work best as you don't want your mixture spoiling sooner. Here are some great examples of herbs to use.

Pine needles

Calendula flowers

Chamomile flowers

Lavender

Lemon balm

Peppermint leaf

Rosemary leaf

Thyme leaf

There you have it! Now have fun and source responsibility.

Happy witching!

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[radioisntdead]

Hi again so I was wondering if you could do a angel dust x fem listener where we comfort angel dust and he talks about when he was a alive and the

Struggle he went though and he probably mentions his sister Molly

Good evenin' my dear! My apologies for this taking forever to get too! I did tweak it a little bit, Angel and reader just kinda talk about their siblings and being alive here, not really comforting each other but talking?

Late night talk

Angel dust & F! Reader

Warning: drugs, both reader and Angel are intoxicated, and canon divergent because I don't think we know much about Angel's being alive, ending is kinda abrupt.

It was some unspeakable late night hour and the two of you were in some rundown motel room, far away from Valentino, surrounded by all types of drugs, alcohol, a first aid kit and empty food wrappers.

The two of you were quiet, Angel was dangling off the bed while you were laying sprawled on the cold floor, staring blankly into the ceiling that felt like it could collapse at any given moment.

"Ya' know, I'm a twin," Angel dust said breaking the quiet, his eyes focused on the yellowing ceiling.

"Twin?" You glanced over.

"Yeah, I had a' sister, her name was Molly."

"Oh neat."

Silence filled the air again as a few minutes passed before he spoke up again,

"Ya' know I don't think I stood a' fuckin' chance when I was alive,"

You glanced up at him, only seeing the white fluff of his head, "Weren't you born in like, the big scary spaghetti mafia?"

"Ya' mean the Italian Mafia, the spaghetti mafia sounds like we were doing pasta crimes."

"Well you were doing crimes with olive oil,"

"Okay that was not me, I do not fuck with the olive oil!"

You broke into a laugh, "You haven't yet! No idea what grape man might try next." You heard him gag.

More silence passed before he popped up, "But seriously, I never stood a' chance, ya know my brother and I started bein' taught about the family business when we were like, twelve?"

"Yeah that's pretty fucked, I remember being twelve and playing video games not being taught how to commit crimes,"

"Right? gave me my very first gun for my birthday" Angel turned over on his stomach looking over at you, He was right honestly didn't stand chance, he never did.

Born in a mobster family as the second son, with a horrific father and a mother who could do nothing but watch as her sons were raised to live a life of crime, she wasn't the greatest person either though.

His sister on the other hand, was lucky, kept away from the whole crime business due to being born a daughter as opposed to a son.

"Who the fuck gives a twelve year old a gun?!" "My Pa did, twice."

You simply blinked, you were no saint, clearly, but you wouldn't give a kid a gun and just go, 'here kill people!'

"Ya' know the first time my brotha and I had to dispose of a body together we accidentally dropped it? The bag it was in ripped open and I just saw this guy with no face, torn clean off, It was jarrin' at the time,"

You grimaced, "Ouch, imagine getting your face torn off, he was probably alive during that too, eugh."

"Mhm, painful process I can tell you that much."

You got up from your rather comfortable position on the floor to grab a water bottle you had tossed aside on the table in favor of liquor instead earlier.

"Pass me the bottle o' whiskey' will ya?" He asked, you lazily grabbed it and tossed the bottle over to him, one of his four arms catching it.

"You know I had a sister too," you said as you popped the cap off of the water chugging it.

"Huh, Ya' always kinda stuck me as an only child"

"Yeah, well I practically was, she was prepping for college by the time I popped out," you wiped the residue of water off your mouth with your sleeve before setting the half empty water bottle back on the table and going back to lay on the floor, still slightly warm from where you were laying.

"I used to look up to her when I was younger, she was the cool big sister who stopped by every holiday or break, the one that said I could 'Tell anything too' and she'd be there for me," you let out a rather dry laugh, "honestly a load of bullshit."

"Damn," He took a swig of his drink, drinking the rest of the liquid before tossing the now empty bottle aside, you could hear the bottle crack on the ground.

"You know what's kinda funny? My sister was the only one in my family to get past the pearly gates."

"Huh, mine ended up down here, girl didn't last a week before extermination day," you went quiet for a few seconds, "What the fuck even is this conversation?"

"No clue, I was talkin' about how my sister went to heaven and you're over here talkin' about how yours is double dead."

"One twin going to hell and the other heaven is some book tragic book trope nonsense,"

"That nonsense is what happened,'' he said pointing a shaming finger at you, Sometimes he wondered how Molly would react to how he was now, she would be disappointed or maybe she'd pity him.

Maybe both.

After all he overdosed, ended up in hell and sold his soul to a purple psychopathic freak, and well look at him now! Laid on a cheap motel bed, under the influence, sharing stories about his sister and parts of his life on earth to someone called a friend.

Sometimes he wondered that maybe if he was born into a different family, in a different time things would've been different, maybe he would've ended up in heaven.

His sister was the only family member he could stand.

They drifted apart when they grew older, as he began to indulge in drugs, from cocaine to PCP to whatever he could get his hands on.

His sister tried to get him to quit, and to be fair he did try, a few times only to end up back snorting white power up his nose, and well, he ended up overdosing.

"I remember once our parents went out for the night, Molly took out a bunch of her dresses and had me pick one, then she did my makeup n' everythin' and we were just talkin' as she did it, just causal no judgement, nothin' just us bondin' I guess, I miss that.''

"Honesty I'm jealous, the best I got from my sister was her saying she was a safe space, that I could go to her about everything and then turning around and throwing it in my face," you took a moment to sit up, "Thank fuck I didn't tell her much, I can't remember exactly what she said but it just gave me this like, sickening feeling that just said 'You wouldn't be safe around this person if you told them what you are."

"I know that feelin' fuckin' hate it."

"Yeah."

"I'm hungry, I want whatever hell's equivalent to McDonald's is,"

"What the fuck is a McDonald's?"

"How the fuck do you not know what a McDonald's is?!"

Good evenin' folks! I do hope you enjoyed this, I edited this fic and decided to get it out today as opposed to Wednesday or Thursday, because my somewhat estranged brother is supposed to make an appearance tomorrow and I am positively nervous so this was fitting! I tried a little different way of editing dunno if it's noticable but I think I'm gonna stick with it! Also why did I think to write so much dialogue??

Anyways as always thank you for tunin' on in and I do hope you all have a wonderful night!

[tempfrangit]

Hi again since tumblr ate my ask

Really happy to hear you want to talk meats - never feel pressured to respond to internet strangers (in a timely manner no less) its YOUR free time no one else is entitled to it.

I was just asking about advice about cooking the meat, your post sounded experienced. The only thing I've tried is liver and that didnt really speak to me though i was a while ago - Heart I'm very willing to try, along with anything else you can recommend.

Looking forward to reading your thoughts <3

Okay so, fun Temp lore: I love food. I love talking about food, looking at food, making food — all of it. I run my life with a core tenant that I’ll always try something three times, in case I’ll like it but may not be in the right headspace to try new foods.

So, with that said, food talk below the cut.

I totally get not liking liver. I tend to keep to chicken livers because beef liver is very rich, obviously larger, and I’m only only person who eats it in my home, (it’s too rich for my partner) but a great source of iron.

With any cut of meat, you’re gonna wanna be prepared to remove extras; arteries, fat, gristle, are what a lot of people are gonna want to trim away (I don’t care about eating fat personally so it depends on how large of a fat cap you’re looking at) But a nice rule of thumb is: if you don’t like the look of something, cut it off. This might seem silly but as someone with a gallon of neurodivergence, sometimes it simmers in my brain and makes me worry, there’s no reason you should be stressed about food for fears of eating something you don’t feel comfortable with.

With cooking heart I’m one of two ways: quick and dirty OR actually planned meal.

Both require a cast iron or Dutch oven, but if you don’t have either, worry not, I personally believe that as long as it’s not non-stick, it can be used.

Quick and dirty (which is actually not quick, but that’s the cooking method) goes like this:

- slice the heart into about 1 inch pieces

- season with salt and pepper (I’m personally a kosher salt bitch) and then let marinate in those spices overnight or before you go about your day (about 6-8 hours)

- Heat the pan up to medium-high, throw in the meat and fry to preference (most aim for a medium-rare)

Planned meal:

- Preheat your oven to 375°F (about 190° C if my understanding is correct)

- Rub the heart into olive oil and coat with spices — salt, pepper, garlic powder, and oregano, basil, parsley (or if you have an “Italian” seasoning mix this can take the place of the final spices), and for this it’s easiest to put the spice blend in a bowl to mix them up and create a pretty distributed mixture. (I say this but I’m an animal who does all spices as I pick up the bottles)

- Put in cast iron or oven safe cooking like a roast pan and cook

- Uncovered for about 20-30 minutes

I can’t cook it, but one of my favorite homey dishes to eat is menudo, which has stomach (specifically a cut called tripe in it). It can be a bit chew for most people, but in a hot soup it’s just lovely.

And this has been cooking with Temp! Tune in this Friday when I lay on the floor and cry because I’m making a cheesecake 💚

[thebirdhivemind]

(I am sitting in my room reading when suddenly my aunt walks in. She is shirtless and frowning.)

me, feeling deeply concerned and getting up: Hey, are you okay?

(She doesn't reply. Instead, while making direct eye contact with me, she unscrews the cap of a bottle of kitchen olive oil that I didn't notice she was holding.)

me: What are you-

(She pours it all over her bare chest.)

her: What the fuck are you looking at?

me: I- WHaT

[unholycourier]

5, 16, 23, 58, 66 for Quinn!

Sorry this took me a bit!! But thank you for the ask yippeee!! 🥺🥺

5. What is their highest skill? Their lowest?

Quinn is very intelligent despite how he portrays himself, as well as super charismatic, so his highest skills lie within medicine, repair, energy weapons and speech and barter! his lowest skills? explosives and guns. he definitely just never bothered to learn his way with explosives, but with guns he’s just like “well it’s not making everyone within reaching distance explode into ashes. don’t want it.” ( he still carries Lucky for emergencies tho. it’s a pretty gun )

16. What is their biggest regret?

Oddly enough Quinn doesn’t have any big regret, nothing that keeps him up awake at night. The closest he has to a form of regret that he thinks about often is that he try to stand up sooner to what he himself perceives as a “pity party” on Boone’s end when he progressively tells him what happened with his wife and the eventual murder of innocent / harmless civilians, which was information rewarded to him by being nice to the same soldiers he’d killed for supplies.

23. How do they feel about physical touch / affection ?

It’s kinda 50/50 with him. Of course, general touch wise, Quinn is fine with it, but will more often than not push people’s hands off of him since he has some self perseverance skill and would like to not be sucker punched ( not that he suspects everyone wants to punch him, he’s just very enemy-making-prone ). If he knows the person well enough, he doesn’t care otherwise. Affection wise, he wasn’t the most physically affectionate to the men he bed when he was frivolous prior meeting his eventual husband. No reason he wasn’t, he just didn’t care to be given he was there for one thing. The one person he found himself actively seeking touch and affection from, as well as returning the favor to, is his eventual husband.

58. Do they believe in luck? Do they have a good luck charm?

Given he is simultaneously lucky enough to evade death but unlucky enough to sustain at least four different instances of head injuries ( and has a whopping in-game state of 2 luck ), Quinn thinks luck is bogus. Which might be hypocritical of him, given his necklace with nightstalker teeth and sunset sarsaparilla bottle cap is sorta a “lucky charm” for him.

66. Describe their eyes

They’re warm like olive oil and sweet like honey, but still they are sharp however not piercing, inviting onlookers forth like the illusion of an oasis is to a man shriveling of thirst. There is a certain unknown wildness to them.

[emilysidhe]

My favorite side-salad recipe is one I learned from a friend’s mom and it’s one of those incredibly simple recipes that tastes really good, so I thought I’d share it:

Wash and chop one Romaine lettuce head; peel strips off a large cucumber, cut the cucumber into coin-shaped slices, then cut the slices in half; drain one of those tiny, 2.25 oz cans of sliced black olives; and add all of that to a large salad bowl. Then, you’re going to drizzle with olive oil, add 3-5 capfuls of either white wine or white basalmic vinegar (the white basalmic is slightly sweeter but you do want white kind for the sharpness), and sprinkle with garlic salt and plain black pepper. Toss.

This tastes more like what you get at an (American) Italian restaurant than any bottled dressing I’ve ever tried. Make it when you’re having pasta for dinner, or to accompany frozen pizza.

[shivshaktimachtech]

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[cyanophore-fiction]

The Thing From Above

Soft sand broke its fall, and the thing from above came to rest in a crater of half-molten glass. The material was soft, still glowing with heat, comfortably molded around its crystalline exoskeleton. Over the sizzle of the cooling glass, it could hear waves crashing.

Earth, then. Somewhere coastal. Reascension wouldn’t be viable for the moment, not this deep down the well. Sidelined.

In its exhaustion, it allowed itself some rest. The sun crept down in the sky until it passed out of view, past the lip of its crater. Warmth took some of the ache out of its limbs, and it contemplated sleep until water began to splash over the edge and pool around it. Instead, it wrenched its talons free, shattering the mold around itself with a rain of shards, and sat up.

“You movin’ down there?”

Either a human’s voice, or a very good mimicry. Sluggish, syllables lurching through heavy air, shaped by soft tissues and teeth. The thing smiled as it rose to its feet.

“Yes,” it answered, forgetting itself. There was a yelp of shock, and it turned to see its visitor hunched over in a folding camp chair, hands clapped over his ears. It silenced its empyrean voice and instead felt around for the atrophied vocal organs in its throat.

“I ap-ol-o-gize,” it said, croaking its way through the words. The Truth allowed it to feel the shape of the human’s language well enough, but physically rendering it posed a challenge.

“No, no, no, you’re fine,” said the man, eyes screwed up in pain. His skin shone with sweat and sunscreen, and a damp University of Florida t-shirt clung to his shoulders. At his side was an insulated lunchbox sitting on a Coleman stove, and a baseball cap shaded his face from the evening sun. “You, uh, angel, huh?”

It hesitated. As all questions do, it emerged from ignorance, but this one came from such deep ignorance that Truth couldn’t resolve the question without altering all that it rested on. The thing from above looked down on the human’s patchwork understanding and saw immediately how Truth would tear him apart. In this case, Truth demanded its own dilution so that the human wouldn’t be destroyed by its touch, but wouldn’t be deprived of it, either. The thing responded as best it could.

“I am,” it said. “And you?”

“Here to say hi. I’m, uh, pastor down at Living Lord.”

“I see. Wh-ere are we?”

“Little ways north of Sarasota.”

“Con-tin-ent?”

“America. Yeah, North America. Tide’s coming in, you should c’mon out of there.”

It nodded, planted its talons in the blackened glass and stepped up onto the beach. Towering above the man, a figure of nested geometries and shimmering crystal, it passed a surge of vibration through its exoskeleton and shook off the last of the glass slag.

“Hey, you’re looking okay. Lemme get this going for you,” he said, stooping to screw a propane tank into the stove.

“What have you brought?” By degrees, the language was growing easier to render.

“An offering. For the Lord, of course, but for you, too, if you want some.” From the lunchbox, he pulled a ziplock bag of flour and a bottle of olive oil. “Don’t know if it’s up to Leviticus, but I hope it works.”

The thing smiled as Truth revealed the nature of the ritual to it. Decontextualized, reconstructed through translation, bristling with imperfections and leaking simple, kindly intent from every seam. Soon, smoke began to rise from the stove, and salty wind bathed its body in that intent. A pleasing aroma. The last of its pain melted away.

“How’s that?”

“Helpful. Thank you for your kindness. Others must have fallen here?”

“Yeah, every so often. On the news sometimes. Something going on up there?”

This question was so broad that a simple ‘yes’ would satisfy Truth, but it would hardly be a meaningful answer. Was there any way to accurately, safely convey understanding to him?

“There is—fighting,” it said, carefully.

“Oh, God. A war?”

“I cannot say more. I wish I could.”

“No, I understand. Not meant to know.”

“For the moment.”

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Packing: Self-Supported + Hotel Tour

(part 2 of 5) I'm gradually going through past trip notebooks and random Google Docs and jotting down all my packing lists in one place. 

For a week-long ride like Berlin->Copenhagen which is self-contained but involves staying in hotels every night and is not far from civilization, I pack fairly light, since I have to carry everything on the bike and don’t have to carry camping gear or significant food or bike repair tools. This type of trip often involves a few days after the riding in a city, so I want clothing I feel comfortable walking around or going out to a restaurant in.

A good list for me for what I can fit in two small panniers (in addition to the tools / accessories / etc already on the “always on the bike” list):

Clothes:

(2x) padded bike shorts, to wash alternate pairs in hotel sink each night (3x is more convenient in case one doesn't dry in time)

(2x) quick-dry boxers (also to wash in sink)

(6x) socks

(2x) wool t-shirts to bike + walk in (assuming moderate climate)

(1x) long shorts (to wear over padded shorts, with pockets)

(1x) basic sleeping t-shirt

light gym shorts (to change into immediately at end of ride to “let everything breathe”)

small pack towel, mostly for impromptu swimming stops (since hotels will have towels)

bathing suit (redundant a bit w/ gym shorts)

flip flops

bike cap

rain shell / windbreaker

jeans (wore on plane, then packed away and saved to dress more presentably in the evening or on "city days")

one light + fast-drying long-sleeve shirt

one warmer button-up shirt (worn onto plane, then does dual duty as warmth or "looking more presentable in restaurant")

I just ride in regular shoes that are good for walking as well

Electronics + Paper:

outlet adapter

phone charger + cable

bike computer + microUSB cable

front and rear lights (also microUSB rechargeable)

noise-canceling headphones (a luxury, helps with sleeping on international flight, may skip next time)

larger USB battery pack (enough to recharge everything overnight in case of a hotel without enough working outlets for me + travel partner)

notebook and two pens (having your own pen is frequently useful at border crossings) 

kindle or paper book

phrasebook

passport / ID / vax certificates / etc depending on trip

Other:

panniers (ideally with external pockets or ability to ride open-top to hold bulkier items like bottle of olive oil / wine / beer, loaf of bread, etc)

dopp kit

several days of my favorite pick-me-up snacks

safety pins (quick garment repair + clean out debris in phone port), duct tape, zip ties

map

masks

a few Covid rapid tests

earplugs

extra ziplock bags

two trash bags (for double-bagging possessions in panniers in heavy rain)

backup pair of glasses

Sometimes I add:

waterproof pants and shoe covers (useful in rain, but I also find they get sweaty easily, and in the heaviest rain I find water still finds a way in after a few hours, and they take up a lot of space). A blog reader suggested looking up "Rain Legs"

full-finger gloves for cold days

other warm clothing as needed, though I find I rarely want legwarmers or other base layers beyond the above

instant coffee / a few teabags, in case of a very basic hotel or airBNB that doesn't provide them or has late breakfast hours

bug repellent

Looking back this seems like a long list, but this all (barely) fit in the two small panniers above, and those panniers fit in the small tote bag below that I used to carry or check them as "one item":

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[Image descriptions in order: a promotional image of a perfume called Eau De Space. It is a clear liquid in a small, rectangular glass bottle with a silver cap. The box for it, as well as the sticker on the bottle is light grey lineart of an astronaut suit.]

[Text which says "Decades ago, NASA designed a fragrance to train astronauts on how Outer Space actually smells. Now we're releasing it to the world. Your very own Eau de Space, "The Smell of Space", in a 100ml custom bottle with atomizer."]

[Five screenshots of comments about this perfume, which say:

Scent_Insensibility: I keep it as a novelty and because mace isn't legal in the UK.]

[guitarplyr113: This is such a cool idea. Obviously this is not meant to be worn. It's more a conversation piece for nerdy frag heads that are into astronomy. It really truly smells just awful. Smells like someone grabbed an oily, dirty, nasty piece of metal and started welding it to another piece of metal thats nastyness rivals that of the first's.]

[n8: If you long to smell like a dumpster full of burning plastic & rotten food, paired with sweaty butt, then this is the scent for you. It's a vile monstrosity of a fragrance in pathetic packaging.

fructoze_productions: a mix of alcohol, harsh synthetic chemicals, and urine.]

[ngengerous: This smells like a group of scientists worked on an unholy experiment - creating the world's first sentient bionic orange, implanted with all manner of circuitboards and metallic parts. However, the experiment went horribly wrong, and the scientists had to dispose of the disfigured and decaying orange as quickly as possible. They doused it in the nearest flammable liquid they could find - olive oil - and set it ablaze. The smell of burning sweet rotted citrus flesh combined with scorched solder and plastic is the only way I can describe this scent.

This smells like an impending sense of doom.]

[ailimeavolokin: I received it today as a gift. This is the most unhuman scent I could imagine. It smells like a major breakdown, dystopia, anxiety and deep loneliness, as JoshTendai mentioned below. Extreme sillage and longevity. I don't find the almond cookies and rum, maybe a slight note of olive oil.

Edit: one year later, I decided to open the bottle again (just open, not spray). My stomach hurts and I feel the urge to throw up.]

[A promotional image of a perfume called Eau de Luna, showing a small pile of grey powder-like rock sitting in front of a clear rectangular perfume bottle with clear liquid inside. The box behind it has white borders around each face over light cyan, with lineart of the lunar spacecraft that lands on the moon in the same style as the astronaut in Eau de Space.]

never wanted something so badly

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DIY Natural Haircare: Homemade Recipes for Stronger, Shinier Hair

Maintaining healthy, beautiful hair doesn’t always require expensive salon treatments or chemical-laden products. With a few natural ingredients from your pantry or local store, you can create effective DIY haircare recipes to enhance your hair’s strength and shine. Let’s explore some simple yet powerful natural remedies that will leave your hair looking and feeling its best.

1. Coconut Oil Hair Mask

Coconut oil is a star in the natural haircare world. Its ability to deeply penetrate the hair shaft and provide intense hydration makes it ideal for dry and damaged hair.

Ingredients: 2–3 tablespoons of organic coconut oil.

Instructions: Warm the coconut oil slightly and apply it to your hair from roots to ends. Massage your scalp gently to stimulate circulation. Leave it on for 30–60 minutes (or overnight for deep conditioning), then rinse with a gentle shampoo.

2. Avocado and Honey Hair Treatment

Avocado is packed with vitamins and healthy fats, while honey is a natural humectant that locks in moisture. Together, they make a nourishing treatment for dull, lifeless hair.

Ingredients: 1 ripe avocado, 2 tablespoons of honey.

Instructions: Mash the avocado and mix it with honey until smooth. Apply the mixture to damp hair, focusing on the mid-lengths and ends. Leave it on for 20–30 minutes, then rinse thoroughly and shampoo as usual.

3. Apple Cider Vinegar Rinse

For those dealing with buildup or lackluster hair, an apple cider vinegar (ACV) rinse can work wonders. ACV helps balance the scalp’s pH and smoothens the hair cuticle for enhanced shine.

Ingredients: 2 tablespoons of apple cider vinegar, 1 cup of water.

Instructions: Mix the ACV and water in a spray bottle. After shampooing, spritz the mixture onto your hair, let it sit for a few minutes, and rinse with cool water.

4. Aloe Vera Scalp Soother

Aloe vera is known for its soothing and moisturizing properties, making it an excellent remedy for an irritated or flaky scalp.

Ingredients: 3–4 tablespoons of fresh aloe vera gel.

Instructions: Apply the aloe vera gel directly to your scalp, massaging gently. Let it sit for 15–20 minutes before rinsing thoroughly.

5. Egg Protein Treatment

Eggs are a rich source of protein, essential for repairing and strengthening weak or brittle hair.

Ingredients: 1–2 eggs, 2 tablespoons of olive oil.

Instructions: Beat the eggs and mix them with olive oil. Apply the mixture evenly to your hair and cover it with a shower cap. Leave it on for 20 minutes, then rinse with cool water to avoid cooking the egg. Follow with shampoo.

Tips for Success

Always use high-quality, organic ingredients for the best results.

Perform a patch test before applying any new ingredient to ensure you don’t have an allergic reaction.

Be consistent with your treatments for noticeable, long-term benefits.

By incorporating these DIY recipes into your routine, you can nurture your hair naturally while skipping harsh chemicals. Your journey to stronger, shinier hair begins today—straight from your kitchen!