#These Flimsy Rituals: Embrace
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sexiestpodcastcharacter Ā· 1 year ago
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Sexiest Podcast Character ā€” Eye Bracket ā€” Round 1
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Propaganda
The Host (Beef and Dairy Network Podcast):
The Host, though never named, interviews various people on the Beef and Dairy Network Podcast, the number one podcast for those involved, or just interested, in the production of beef animals and dairy herds. Despite not being a traditional ā€œnarrator,ā€ the Host has more information than the guest would like about their lives. Also hosts the quiz show ā€œBeef Callā€ which is definitively run by the fae.
Ivar (These Flimsy Rituals: Embrace):
#mr welsh cowboy ghost
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stupidsexygrizzop Ā· 10 months ago
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characters that cant even live up to their own name. characters that watch their own stories and legends evolve past them. watching the facts of their life be recorded as history but its all too big, too much, too heroic. it didnt happen like that, but its just their voice versus the history books. characters that dont get to write their own stories
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starspann Ā· 2 years ago
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wouldnā€™t it be nice
joe cooper x reader
fem!reader, she/her pronouns are used
ā˜…ā˜†āœµā˜†ā˜…
warnings: cursing, violence, suggestive themes
notes: just something short bc i LOVE coop
the one where cooper wants remerā€™s girlfriend.
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ā˜…ā˜†āœµā˜†ā˜…
cooper wasnā€™t the jealous type.
he never really considered himself to be one anyway.
in fact, throughout his life, he had prided himself on being the supportive friend, celebrating the successes and happiness of his team and friends, no matter what.
today, cooper stood alone, his gaze fixed upon the boy he grew up with, watching his fingers intertwined with his girlfriends.
he felt different when it came them, and he knew exactly why.
he envied him.
youā€™d figure itā€™s because heā€™s just lonely. because he and jenna didnā€™t work out, and the fact that he hasnā€™t gotten laid in months.
if you did, youā€™d be wrong.
the real reason behind the gnawing ache of jealousy that twisted his insides was caused by the girl currently wrapped in remerā€™s arms.
he wanted her more than anything.
it was hard for cooper to admit that to himself, even within the private corners of his own mind.
however, there was no denying the truth.
with each passing day, cooper made a conscious effort to suppress the green-eyed monster that threatened to poison their friendship.
that didnā€™t stop the thoughts of her that constantly ran through his head.
heā€™d imagine whatā€™d it be like to be in remerā€™s position. to hold her hand, feel the tender brush of y/nā€™s lips against his own, the warmth of her embrace.
usually, during a game, as they watched a fellow beers teammate play from the dugout, remer would talk about y/n.
cooper didnā€™t want to know, yet heā€™d force the sentence out anyway,
ā€œso, how are things with you and y/n?ā€
itā€™s almost like he wanted to outdo him.
remer would make subtle points about how perfect things were between him and y/n while all cooper could do was stare dejectedly, numbly nodding his head and acting like he gave a shit.
he gleefully shared with cooper all the details of her accomplishments, both big and small. he recounted stories of her selflessness and kindness that would bring a proud smile to his face.
but then heā€™d talk about her in bed.
what pissed coop off was the way remer would talk about it.
he paused, drawing in a deep breath before continuing on to describe some of the more intimate moments from y/nā€™s life that she most likely may have wanted him to keep to himself. remer seemed determined to tell it all in vivid detail.
ā€œgod, coop. sheā€™s unbelievable, really.ā€ he shook his head, ā€œshe purrs like a kitten.ā€
sometimes, this pissed him off so much, he felt like cracking his fist into the brunettes nose, hopefully breaking it and giving his uniform a dark red stain.
yet, he couldnā€™t help but a feel a little bit grateful for the information about y/n.
then he felt dirty.
he cringes when he remembers the time he heard them through the thin walls of their house and shamefully pleasured himself to their sounds.
cooper can recall countless nights like that. nights he spent tossing and turning, his mind plagued by fantasies he dared not indulge.
so heā€™d end up taking those feelings to him and remerā€™s shared bathroom.
it was a ritual at this point.
heā€™d stumble to the bathroom and hastily lock the door, fiddling with the zipper of his jeans.
one of his porno magā€™s lied on the cold, bathroom tile, a well endowed model posing on the front cover.
heā€™d sigh and pick it up, quickly flipping through before stopping randomly.
heā€™d stop at some chick staring seductively back at him through the flimsy page.
ā€œokay.. thatā€™s kind of hot.ā€ he thought, palming himself through the rough denim of his jeans.
heā€™d get off to the magazine but only while thinking of her.
his heart still ached.
walking out of the bathroom, he dragged his feet to his room.
remer is his friend. his best friend since childhood. y/n is his girlfriend. he just had to learn to respect that.
after all, cooper wasnā€™t the jealous type.
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one-of-many-journeys Ā· 2 months ago
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Day 4
Day 5
Day 6
The Embrace
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I woke up in what I thought was another lodge house until I saw the rust and the metal. It was a ruin of the Old Ones, and the inside of All-Mother mountain.Ā 
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Once I found my gear and the killerā€™s Focus, I scanned it and found an image of a woman. My mother? She has to be.Ā 
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The killers were after me. I thought so. I saw them pointing, motioning their men towards me. The others were just collateral damage. When I first noticed their Focuses, I thought that might be the reasonā€”wanting to keep that power and information for themselves? It's flimsy...
I think itā€™s because I look like this woman. When Olin saw me, something matched my image to hers.
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Teersa explained where I was and took me to the altar of All-Mother. A door. I could see the mechanism with my Focusā€”a hatch, a metal wall so thick that nothing could get through. But it saw me when I stood atop itā€”because of my Focus? The doorā€”the goddess, whatever it isā€”didnā€™t recognise me, some sort of data corruption. But the image of that woman appeared again, connecting us.Ā 
If she really is my mother, and if she's inside, Iā€™ll have to repair whateverā€™s broken before I can meet her.
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Clearly the door can open. It opened when someone left me outside as an infant. Is it possible that itā€™s opened at other times, that people have come and gone? The entrance to the mountain is so heavily guarded, I doubt itā€™s possible. Then was I cast out of my real home as well? Why?
Teersa seems to think it was to fulfil some form of holy purpose. Her belief suits me just fine if itā€™ll help me find answers.
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She didnā€™t manage to convince Lansra, but Teersa and Jezza made me a Seeker. Now I can go wherever I want without repercussions. Brilliant. The sacred mark they painted on my face isā€¦a little much. Itches under the eyes. There's even an outfit to go with it, apparently. A bit too reminiscent of a Matriarch for my liking, but it's warm and moveable.
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Jezza led the Nora in 'the Hymn of Atonement', as if what happened were some punishment doled out by All-Mother. They don't care why it really happened, don't want to search for answersā€”it's like they'd rather be helpless. No matter what happens, it was willed, and so they do nothing and wait for the world to turn around them.
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A machine Iā€™d never seen beforeā€”a Corrupterā€”stormed the gates of Motherā€™s Watch. It brought with it a herd of crazed Striders, dripping with red grime and oil that burnt away at metal and flesh like acid.
The gate was destroyed, but I took down the machines before they could make it up the hill to the mountain. Did the killers send them to target me?
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Once the Corrupter was down, I stripped the corrupting component from its carcass. My Focus analysed it, offering more data than it normally would with machines. Itā€™s like they were compatibleā€¦almost recognised each other.Ā 
I strapped the override component to the end of my spear for easy access. According to the data, proximity and activation is all thatā€™s required. Foolproof.
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I journeyed back along a route I knew well, now changed. On Teersaā€™s orders, the tribe buried Rostā€™s remains and left a carved headstone on the place, laid fresh flowers. Not treatment fit for an outcast, but an honoured Brave. Teersa still wonā€™t tell me why he was cast out to begin with.
I sat with him a while. Talked. Iā€™m not sure why. About as useful as the stone and the flowers, but somehow, taken together, the ritual made a difference. I felt like near to him.
I wonā€™t use the house.
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Overrode a Strider! The repaired Corrupter module seemed to sooth the machine rather than enrage it.Ā 
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I met with Karst. One touch of normalcy in this place at least. He didnā€™t treat me any different. I might even miss him.Ā 
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I stopped by Mother's Cradle. It was the first time I'd ever walked through the centre of the village without being turned away. Some of the Nora even praised me for my efforts at the Proving massacre. I don't know if I'll ever get used to this. Good thing I'm leaving.
Everyone's scared, passing rumours. Mourning.
Iā€™ll make Olin pay for what he did. To me, or to the Nora? Either way, heā€™s my only lead.Ā 
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Rode to the gates of the Embrace and met a Brave named Varl, Corrupter felled at his feet. He asked me to search for the War Chief. The real War Chief, not Resh. A convenient excuse to get back at him, but more importantly, Sona led a party of Braves after the killers from the Proving. I can find out more about them and why they targeted me.
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It was late afternoon when I rode out. Some way from the gates I met an injured Nora man called Cren who told me about a nearby hunting ground. Sounded perfect. I need to work myself back to strength as these injuries settle into new, permanent aches and scars. I met the grounds keeper, a Nora outlaw who travelled to Carja territory. He told me a little of Meridian.Ā 
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Ran a couple of trials. Won their highest mark for all three first try. Guess theyā€™ll need to make a higher one. It felt good hunting again just for the thrill, without fear.
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Slept by the fire. Iā€™m sick of soft beds. Itā€™s good to be back in the wildsā€”the true wilds, this time, with no walls to bar them.Ā 
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malisbutterflies Ā· 14 days ago
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Intruder
Thereā€™s an intruder in my house. A guest who has overstayed his welcomeā€”a nomad who made his home in the walls of my heart. He lingers in the corner, sending a cold draft into the room that makes the hairs on my arm stand on end.
When he first knocked on my door, I welcomed him, in the hopes his presence might fill the silence. I opened my door wide, folded him into my embrace, and fed him the finest food. Every night, I tucked him into my soft bed. We lived together well; he did the chores, and I would come home to washed dishes, folded clothes, and warm cream soup. I enjoyed his quiet company.
But some days, I brought home a friend. And on those days, his face hardened. Cracks crawled across his stony expression, and the longer I lingered, the faster they broke through his facade. His glare stole my breath, forcing me to send my friends away. When they left, it felt like something inside me left with themā€”something I couldn't get back. And each time it happened, the empty spaces grew larger, and he settled deeper into the cracks they left behind. And as the door clicked shut, blood seeped back into his face and the stone melted away. With a twisted smileā€”almost a frown stretched by crooked teethā€”he welcomed me back, and a sinister relief crept through me, and I let out a ragged exhale. I could breathe again.
I soon learned that in this home, it was just him and me. And as long as he remained, nobody else was allowed to enter.
As the days slipped by, I would open the door to see his welcoming grimace, until the dishes were no longer done, my clothes piled up unclean, and the soup grew cold. My guest sat hunched in the corner, his emaciated frame radiating a misery that penetrated my bones. He was always there, but never close enough. Even when he sat beside me, he remained a stranger. I could talk to him, but my words evaporated into silence, caught between us like smoke that never clears. At first, I thought his company would be enoughā€”a dull ache was better than nothing. But as the days stretched on, I realized that the ache had only numbed me further, growing quieter, but deeper.
I often went out for walks in my mind, stepping over cracked pavement and rubble. The wind whistled, whipping the yellowing leaves from skeletal trees, the sky ashen and sunless. Always cold, always gray. Still, I kept walking. Anything to escape him.
Tonight, he decides to throw a party in my absenceā€”a pity party for one.
Itā€™s foggy tonight. I tread the fractured path, a flickering flashlight trembling in my hands. Somewhere behind me, I hear the door to my heart click shut.
Inside, my guest prepares for his ritual. Mirrors line the walls, and buckets of crimson paint wait at his feet. An ancient gramophone spins a broken record, lying on cracked tiles. He dresses himself in pristine white.
Low-pitched whines crawl from the mist into my ribcage, vibrating through my chest. The fog wrapped tighter around me with every step, a damp shroud that smothered the air from my lungs. It pulled at my limbs, as if trying to pull me backā€”to him. The wind slams against my body, weighing down my steps.
In the room, my frail guest revolves mournfully around the source of sound. He slaps his gaunt feet, slowly at first, against the floor. In his sorrowful ritual, he clutches a bucket in one withered hand, and dips the other in the crimson paint. With flicks of his bony wrist, he splatters the mirrors, crimson streaks dripping down like veins. The paint outlines his figure, a distorted reflection in every pane.
And as he lurches around the room, a violin wails, rising in a maddening crescendo. Guttural groans echo against the thin walls. Drums clash. His feet scuff against the floor, each step heavier, more frantic. His pounding grows vigorous, surprisingly brawny for his flimsy frame. His red-streaked arm flails, smearing colour along the mirrors.
Far away, the violin shrieks in agony, its shrill screams circulating the vessel, and drilling into my mind. The ache inside me bores into my eardrums, sharp and relentless. The ground shakes, sending my heart floundering. I shut my eyes, and clutch my chest. My nails sink into skin, as I fight for breath.
My guest descends into a wild mania, hurling the buckets of blood-red paint against the reflecting walls. The high-pitched notes of the violin screech, and, cracks spiderweb across the glass until it shatters, splintering with a violent crash. Jagged shards scatter across the room. The strings let out one last tortured cry before snapping with a sharp twang. And just like that, the room plunges into an eerie silence.
Fractures of glass litter the ground of the room, each piece a broken reflection of myself. My distorted features stare back at me from every angle, forlorn and despondent. The lightbulbs overhead spew out aggressively fluorescent light across the wreckage. The blood-red sheen of the glass glows faintly under the glare, as the heavy, metallic scent of rotting blood hangs in the air.
He settles his way back into his corner, shrinking into the darkness, no longer taking up space; just watching me, always watching. Our eyes meet for a fleeting moment, and I muster a brittle smile. Itā€™s all I have left.
Slowly, I sink to the ground, and lay down over the shattered glass, and the shards bite into my skin, sharp and unforgiving. He glides over, steps ghostly and quiet, and spreads a tattered blanket over me. Its fabric is thin and frayed, and Iā€™m still cold, but I canā€™t say anything. My eyelids grow heavy, and I let myself drift into a place far away.
I bleed into the quiet, and for just a moment, the broken pieces feel whole. The glass settles beneath my skin, and as sleep takes me, I know he'll be waiting when I wakeā€”and somehow, that's enough.
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myneemoeblogs Ā· 3 months ago
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Eco-Friendly Stainless Steel Lunch Boxes: A Guide to Sustainable Eating Habits
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limitlessscion Ā· 6 months ago
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It was quiet in the tub ā€” the sort of tranquility found at the edges of the world. Warmth pools where skin meets skin, each miniscule chafe rippling the waters just enough to remind each other that they still live in separate bodies. Everything else has melted into one. Inky strands float around them, scatter like black veins over pearly skin. Suguru's head heaves and falls with each breath his lover draws. His lashes tickle the skin where they flutter.
Coarse fingers trace small circles over the space between his pecs, that soft hollow part that could plunge a knife straight through the ribs. Absently, he pops a soap bubble that has nested there.
ā You should have let me. āž Quiet words; heavy words. His limbs coil around Satoru a little tighter, interwoven under the water. Some pause follows, his head rolls back to cast a loving gaze upon that angelic visage. It is as soft as it is pained; laden with his most recent revelation.
ā ... I don't have what it takes to create a better world ā€” if my condition is that you won't be in it. āž I know I'm going to lose.
Suguru felt so uncharacteristically fragile in his arms today, contrasted against this scene that has become a recurring warm comfort in recent years; too quiet against his usual chattiness or their soft half-hearted bickering. He idly ran his fingers through locks of black hair in the water, separating tangles and knots in a ritual that has become a soothing comfort, paying gentle care to every individual strand.
Satoru couldn't process the enormity of what occurred just yet. What he'd done today had been reckless, dangerous, fuelled by that ever more destructive desire for connectionā€” but he'd never meant for it to have gone so far, had never meant to share Infinite Void as more than just a safely chaperoned glimpse. Like simply settling for the dull unfocused light of distant stars which shone so weak and diffusely compared to the sharp detail of the world he inhabited; as he'd once been able to accept so much less for the sake of that shared experience.
But Suguru's growing madness had sunk claws through his skin and dug out his own, the desire for more shallowly buried. He thought back to those seconds of insanity as they stood in the embodiment of his chaos, Suguru pulling away and him letting his lover go. Do you understand? It'd been like that manic urge back that day this all started, when he'd soaked them both in his own blood, that distance between them so starkly clear that it could only be ignored, not bridged.
His eyes opened reflexively as he felt that gaze cast upwards, grey-blues meeting violet as he reciprocated that tightening of their embrace. Throughout all the other chaos over the years, no matter what happened, they could still cling onto thisā€” them. He listened quietly to those words dropping like stones in the cooling water as his heart followed suit. He shifted, feet curling in against an ankle, fingers abandoning floating locks to cling to skin, seeking those points of warmth to fend off the dissipating heat.
"So that's why you let go." Satoru didn't know anymore what was enough, what was too much. The sensation of drowning flicked briefly unbidden across his mind as he remembered that day he'd made his revelation, when he'd violently grasped onto the truth of Sorcery and tamed it to his own will. Would that be enough for Suguru? It hadn't been enough for Satoru.
You could do it yourself, Satoru, couldn't you?
Their divergent paths that day had led to ideals of different better worlds. Suguru's words violently pulled apart the veil Satoru cast so carefully over his own flimsy dreams to reveal that painful truth: the realization of his ideals had no place for Suguru Geto either. But that veil wasn't to protect this, themā€” it could only exist to protect that frail projected happiness that existed outside this much deeper need.
"Have you never thought to make me a part of it?" His gaze was suddenly unfocused and distant as if pulling away from the weight of that dangerous thought. His breath caught at the breaking of that fantasy; he knew what he'd choose, if the choice could ever be given to him. His convictions could never be as strong as Suguru's.
"You've never even asked if I wanted to be."
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digitalvision Ā· 9 months ago
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Wooden Tableware to Elevate Your Meals
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Today, where almost every kitchen product is made from stainless steel and other materials, there's an undeniably special quality in the touch of nature. We are introducing our stunning and handmade premium quality wooden tableware collections tha bringing a unique warmth and charm to your everyday meals. Our wooden products are ready to transform your simple acts of eating and drinking into sensory experiences. If you want to explore finest collection of wooden, concrete, and woolen products, you can check out our website.
Now letā€™s explore our finest collection of wooden products.
1. Wooden Coffee Cup:
Ah, the humble coffee cup, a vessel not just for caffeine, but for the very essence of the morning. In those quiet pre-dawn hours, before the world fully awakens, the coffee cup becomes a companion, a confidante, and a catalyst for the day ahead. Its importance in the morning ritual cannot be overstated.
Our wooden coffee cup cradles your morning caffeine fix in cozy warmth, the natural wood grain adding a touch of organic elegance to your morning ritual. It's a quiet moment of luxury, just you and your coffee, connected by the simple beauty of nature.
2. Wooden Tea Cup:
Holding a wooden teacup is like cradling a piece of nature itself. The smooth, cool wood feels grounding, connecting you to the earth's raw beauty. Each cup boasts unique grain patterns, a fingerprint of the tree it once was, making it a one-of-a-kind treasure.
As you pour hot water over your favorite leaves, the wood gently infuses the aroma, creating a sensory symphony. Each sip reveals the natural sweetness of the wood, complementing the delicate flavors of your tea. This isn't just a cup, it's an invitation to slow down and savor the moment.
3. Wooden Ice Cream Cup:
Wooden ice cream cups elevate the simple act of enjoying frozen treats to a sensory extravaganza. Forget flimsy paper and sugary cones, these rustic vessels offer a unique blend of charm, sustainability, and taste that's sure to tantalize your senses.
Ditch the boring paper bowls and let the natural charm of wood add a touch of whimsy to your frozen treat. The cool wood against your fingers as you dig in creates a playful contrast, enhancing the simple pleasure of your favorite scoop. It's a reminder that joy comes in the smallest moments, often wrapped in the beauty of nature.
4. Wooden Water Glass:
Forget the predictability of glass and the coldness of plastic ā€“ wooden water glasses offer a unique and captivating way to hydrate. Wood, unlike glass or metal, is a natural insulator. This means your iced water stays refreshingly cold, while hot beverages retain their warmth longer, without burning your fingers. It's a comforting embrace in every sip, a delightful interplay between the coolness of the liquid and the gentle warmth of the wood.
Our wooden water glass transforms even the most basic act of hydration into a mindful experience. The cool water against the natural grain creates a gentle sensation, reminding you to savor each sip. It's a celebration of nature's bounty, a reminder to appreciate the beauty in the everyday.
5. Wooden Soup Bowl:
Cozy up to a steaming bowl of goodness in our warm, inviting wooden soup bowl. The natural wood insulates your fingers from the heat, while the rich aroma of the broth infuses the wood, creating a sensory treat. Imagine a chilly evening, candles flickering, and everyone huddled around the table, sharing stories and laughter over steaming bowls of soup. It's a moment of family, of warmth, of connection brought together by the simple power of nature.
Our wooden tableware is more than just beautiful objects; it's an invitation to reconnect with nature, to slow down and savor the everyday moments. Each piece is handcrafted with care, infused with the unique character of the wood, and ready to bring a touch of warmth and charm to your table. So go ahead, embrace the natural beauty, and let our wooden tableware transform your meals into moments of mindful joy.
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digitalvision05 Ā· 10 months ago
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Wooden Tableware to Elevate Your Meals
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Today, where almost every kitchen product is made from stainless steel and other materials, there's an undeniably special quality in the touch of nature. We are introducing our stunning and handmade premium quality wooden tableware collections tha bringing a unique warmth and charm to your everyday meals. Our wooden products are ready to transform your simple acts of eating and drinking into sensory experiences. If you want to explore finest collection of wooden, concrete, and woolen products, you can check out our website.
Now letā€™s explore our finest collection of wooden products.
1. Wooden Coffee Cup:
Ah, the humble coffee cup, a vessel not just for caffeine, but for the very essence of the morning. In those quiet pre-dawn hours, before the world fully awakens, the coffee cup becomes a companion, a confidante, and a catalyst for the day ahead. Its importance in the morning ritual cannot be overstated.
Our wooden coffee cup cradles your morning caffeine fix in cozy warmth, the natural wood grain adding a touch of organic elegance to your morning ritual. It's a quiet moment of luxury, just you and your coffee, connected by the simple beauty of nature.
2. Wooden Tea Cup:
Holding a wooden teacup is like cradling a piece of nature itself. The smooth, cool wood feels grounding, connecting you to the earth's raw beauty. Each cup boasts unique grain patterns, a fingerprint of the tree it once was, making it a one-of-a-kind treasure.
As you pour hot water over your favorite leaves, the wood gently infuses the aroma, creating a sensory symphony. Each sip reveals the natural sweetness of the wood, complementing the delicate flavors of your tea. This isn't just a cup, it's an invitation to slow down and savor the moment.
3. Wooden Ice Cream Cup:
Wooden ice cream cups elevate the simple act of enjoying frozen treats to a sensory extravaganza. Forget flimsy paper and sugary cones, these rustic vessels offer a unique blend of charm, sustainability, and taste that's sure to tantalize your senses.
Ditch the boring paper bowls and let the natural charm of wood add a touch of whimsy to your frozen treat. The cool wood against your fingers as you dig in creates a playful contrast, enhancing the simple pleasure of your favorite scoop. It's a reminder that joy comes in the smallest moments, often wrapped in the beauty of nature.
4. Wooden Water Glass:
Forget the predictability of glass and the coldness of plastic ā€“ wooden water glasses offer a unique and captivating way to hydrate. Wood, unlike glass or metal, is a natural insulator. This means your iced water stays refreshingly cold, while hot beverages retain their warmth longer, without burning your fingers. It's a comforting embrace in every sip, a delightful interplay between the coolness of the liquid and the gentle warmth of the wood.
Our wooden water glass transforms even the most basic act of hydration into a mindful experience. The cool water against the natural grain creates a gentle sensation, reminding you to savor each sip. It's a celebration of nature's bounty, a reminder to appreciate the beauty in the everyday.
5. Wooden Soup Bowl:
Cozy up to a steaming bowl of goodness in our warm, inviting wooden soup bowl. The natural wood insulates your fingers from the heat, while the rich aroma of the broth infuses the wood, creating a sensory treat. Imagine a chilly evening, candles flickering, and everyone huddled around the table, sharing stories and laughter over steaming bowls of soup. It's a moment of family, of warmth, of connection brought together by the simple power of nature.
Our wooden tableware is more than just beautiful objects; it's an invitation to reconnect with nature, to slow down and savor the everyday moments. Each piece is handcrafted with care, infused with the unique character of the wood, and ready to bring a touch of warmth and charm to your table. So go ahead, embrace the natural beauty, and let our wooden tableware transform your meals into moments of mindful joy.
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postingpanel Ā· 1 year ago
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The Art of Custom Eyeliner Boxes and Sustainable Packaging
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When it comes to enhancing our natural beauty and defining our eyes, eyeliner has been a timeless and cherished tool in every makeup lover's arsenal. However, what many may not realize is that the magic of eyeliner extends beyond the product itself. The packaging that houses this essential beauty item plays a vital role in preserving its quality, ensuring ease of use, and even contributing to sustainability efforts. In this article, we will delve into the captivating world of Custom eyeliner boxes and their packaging, exploring their impact on both our beauty routines and the environment.These boxes serve the dual purpose of safeguarding delicate eyeliner products and enhancing their visual appeal. With their impeccable design and functionality, eyeliner boxes have become a masterpiece in packaging. In this article, we will delve into the world of eyeliner boxes, exploring their significance, creativity, and sustainable packaging options.
Understanding The Essence OfĀ  Custom Eyeliner Boxes
Eyeliner boxes are more than mere containers. they are guardians of artistry and sophistication. These small yet significant packages are designed to protect the precious eyeliner within, ensuring that it remains intact, safe from damage, and ready to unleash its transformative power. A well-crafted eyeliner box not only reflects the brand's identity but also adds a touch of luxury and elegance to the overall makeup experience.Eyeliner boxes play a vital role in the cosmetics industry. They not only protect the delicate eyeliner products but also serve as a powerful marketing tool. These boxes create a lasting impression on customers and entice them to explore the product inside. With their visually appealing designs and sturdy construction, eyeliner boxes effectively communicate the brand's message and quality. The Versatility Of Custom Eyeliner Boxes Eyeliner packaging comes in a myriad of styles and materials, each contributing to the overall appeal of the product. From sleek and compact designs for everyday use to luxurious and ornate boxes for special occasions, eyeliner packaging is a canvas for creativity. Brands have the opportunity to connect with their audience on a deeper level by curating packaging that aligns with their brand ethos and captivates consumers' hearts. Sustainable Materials A Step Towards Eco-Friendly Beauty In an era where environmental consciousness is more crucial than ever, eyeliner box packaging has embraced sustainable materials to minimize its ecological footprint. Biodegradable materials, recycled paper, and eco-friendly inks are becoming increasingly popular choices, allowing makeup enthusiasts to indulge in their beauty rituals guilt-free. By opting for sustainable packaging, consumers contribute to preserving the planet while enhancing their beauty. Embracing Innovation Features Of Modern Eyeliner Boxes Modern eyeliner boxes are equipped with innovative features that prioritize user convenience and enhance the overall product experience. Some of these cutting-edge features include: Magnetic Closures Gone are the days of struggling with flimsy closures that lead to dried-out eyeliner. Magnetic closures not only ensure a secure seal but also add an element of sophistication to the packaging. Built-in Sharpeners Say goodbye to searching for a sharpener when your eyeliner tip becomes dull. Many eyeliner boxes now come with built-in sharpeners, making it easier to achieve a precise line with every application. Mirror Inserts For on-the-go touch-ups or travel, eyeliner boxes with mirror inserts become an indispensable companion. They allow for quick application wherever you may be. Finding The Perfect Eyeliner Box For You With countless options available, choosing the perfect eyeliner box may seem daunting. Here are some key factors to consider: Size and Portability Consider the size that best fits your makeup bag or purse, ensuring you can effortlessly carry your eyeliner wherever you go. Material and Design Explore different materials and designs to find one that resonates with your personal style and values. Brand Reputation Research the brand's reputation for quality and eco-friendly practices to make a conscious and informed decision. Conclusion In conclusion, the allure of eyeliner boxes goes beyond aesthetics, encompassing the protection and preservation of a beauty essential. Sustainable packaging options empower consumers to make environmentally responsible choices while indulging in their makeup routines. The creativity and innovation in modern eyeliner boxes add value and convenience to our lives, making the entire experience even more enjoyable. Embrace the elegance and eco-consciousness of eyeliner packaging, and let your eyes shine with confidence. FAQs What are the most common materials used for eyeliner boxes? The most common materials used for eyeliner boxes include cardboard, paperboard, and biodegradable plastics. Can I recycle my eyeliner box? Yes, most eyeliner boxes made from recyclable materials can be recycled to reduce waste and promote sustainability. Are magnetic closures secure enough for travel? Absolutely! Magnetic closures provide a reliable seal, ensuring your eyeliner stays fresh and ready for use, even during travel. How can I ensure my eyeliner box stays clean and hygienic? To keep your eyeliner box clean, wipe it regularly with a soft, damp cloth and avoid exposing it to extreme temperatures or moisture. What are some eco-friendly brands offering sustainable eyeliner packaging? Several beauty brands are now prioritizing sustainability, offering eyeliner boxes made from recycled materials and promoting eco-friendly practices. Look for brands that explicitly state their commitment to the environment. Read the full article
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sexiestpodcastcharacter Ā· 1 year ago
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Sexiest Podcast Character Bonus Brackets!
Well that was sure a tournament! No time to breathe though, because I have two bonus brackets lined up and need to go to work in the morning! We got 17 characters from 27 submissions, plus some others that I thought deserved a spot.
In the Divine Monsters/Monstrous Divines/Desiccated Husks of Once Great Beings/Uniquely Powerful People Who Cannot Be Mistaken For Human Bracket, we are judging based on pure sexiness, like with the main tournament.
For the Heaviest Eye-Motifed Narrator/Best Eye-Themed Protagonist Bracket, we are judging 39.7% based on eyes, 31.7% based on sexiness, and 28.7% based on narration. But mostly we are looking at the combination of those three aspects. These numbers come from your vote.
Round 1:
Monster Bracket:
The Angel of Death (Death by Dying) vs The Man in Black (The Unexplored Places: Ruin's Gate)
The Divine Motion (Friends at the Table: PARTIZAN) vs Professor Skippy Bottom (We Will NOT Play DND)
Jane Prentiss (The Magnus Archives) vs The King (Mabel)
Garfield the Deals Warlock (The Adventure Zone: Balance) vs Dyre Ode/Dyre Owed (Friends at the Table: Sangfielle)
Eye Bracket
The Host (Beef and Dairy Network Podcast) vs Ivar (These Flimsy Rituals: Embrace)
John Doe/The Entity (Malevolent) vs Kass (Station Arcadia)
Gertrude Robinson (The Magnus Archives) vs Mari Datuin (Hi Nay)
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stupidsexygrizzop Ā· 1 year ago
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oken is the princess locked in the tower and the knight that saves the day. at the same time<3
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octozolf Ā· 3 years ago
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the embrace finale has broken me
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brairotextream Ā· 3 years ago
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One of the things tfr embrace gets absolutely right is the amount of insufferable people on leftist spaces, the felling like of "dude im with you on everything you belive in, but please can you get your head out of your arse for 1(!) Minute?!" Is very familiar to irl leftist spaces.
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podcasts-good Ā· 3 years ago
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things with These Flimsy Rituals: Embrace are really cranking up in the last two episodes and i'm in love, every scene is fantastic
Ezra's one perfect shot and Nilkat waving a flag
Ivar and his sister getting past the barricades
:concern: about Ash
Neah why
Oken's fight against someone just like him
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laplacemail Ā· 2 years ago
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' master. ' perhaps he's always desired to ask someone of better intellect and wisdom this sort of question. ' is it a sin ... and a weakness, to feel? ' he, antiquated servant abandoned and ignored, despite agony, despite enormous efforts; he, doppelganger, who toyed and twisted with the souls and senses of anything remotely sentient enough to bear them. no matter his attempts yan qing has never been able to rid himself of such sentiment. he swelled with a love that could inflame into hatred in an instant, no matter how cruel and gelid he tried to make his conscience. and yet aliah, his master, seemed admirably a creature of controlled rationality: logic and the pursuit of knowledge above all else. it leaves the phantom satisfied to be their servant, and eager for what opinion he might absorb. ' i've always hated how brittle and flimsy relationships between human beings seemed. over and over... my loyalty and my emotions had made me out to be a fool. but that was beneath the service of a different, worthless lord. when it comes to you, my master, i trust you. ' and so naturally he sought to please them as well. ' utterly. ' - @tenkoseienseiā€‹
Through the past days - weeks - Aliah started to notice subtle changes. One might say it is simply the natural development of a relationship between two people, but to him there is only the vaguest distinction between Master and Servant: Yan Qing had proven himself to be more interesting than simply a tool for his purposes. A collaborator, conspirator. Ally. Partner, in a sense. He gestures to the seat next to him. Not an order, but an invitation. To Assassin, both may seem the same. But he trusts the man enough that he can catch the nuances between a demand and a request, the open book resting so innocently on the table marked with ink blots. A product of both their endeavors at communicating, something the magus was studying moments prior.
ā€œDo you consider yourself weak because you feel too much?ā€
Something there:Ā ā€˜Do you truly think I would have you by my side if I thought you weak?ā€™ Something with long claws that scratch against the surface, feasting upon supple flesh and gouging skin. Aliah does not think the question without value, or useless. If Yan Qing is the body, the beating heart... then Aliah is the brain that commands the body to move as it pleases. It does not reject the heart; it embraces it.Ā 
ā€œI quite prefer your style of living. It is different from mine, but it gives me a window to a world I cannot access. Your actions ultimately led you here, with me. Are you dissatisfied with this result? That betrayal and the twisted emotions led you to here?ā€ His index finger points to the stained pages of the book. The beginning of the page is pristine, but as it goes down it is drenched in ink. It stains the following pages, it feels like it would bleed if one attempted to stab it.Ā 
ā€œIf you offer me loyalty, then you offer me your heart. Beating, ugly and distorted. The love and wickedness within. They both belong to me, and you should know that I see no point in possessing useless things. That I have no use for.Ā 
And yet... I still possess it. Tell me, what do you think this mean? What does it spell for you?Ā 
You once asked me if you were what I hoped for when I performed the summoning ritual. I said no, but that the results have so far surpassed my expectations that I would not have it any other way. What does that mean for the emotional you, the expectations that you hold for the future? Knowing of my plans, still following me. Out of your own free will, of the desires twisting and threatening to strangle you. I have not forced you to make a single decision that is against your ethos, that would make you raise a blade against me and slit my throat. To pursue eternal oblivion, that burning flame at the end of the world. Despite what you say, yourĀ ā€˜weaknessā€™ to me is a measure of strength.Ā 
I would not desire a man whose soul is not blackened with sin. That man could never comprehend me and my desires. If you truly believe it is a sin, I will partake of it. However, if you are willing to comprehend your virtues and values for what they are, then the possibility for exponential growth exists. Yan Qing, the burning devotion that makes you is not a sin. It is something that I account for when I devise stratagems for the future. It is as invaluable as the most precious jewel. And it is the reason you will stand by my side when the end eclipses my eyes and devours my heart. Your passion has convinced me that the journey together is infinitely more interesting than making my way through it alone. Is that not enough?ā€Ā Ā Ā 
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