#carnauba

[muiraquita-da-caatinga]

[nonhapiupareti]

carnaúba do Ceará

pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carnaúba

[alenaalenaalena]

Ruj Cremos Barely Nude 16 - Farmasi | Farmasi Romania

https://farmasi.ro/farmasi/product/detail/ruj-cremos-barely-nude-16?pid=1001402 Ruj cu o acoperire mare, cu o textura bogată și satinată. Infuzat cu activi hrănitori, pentru a lăsa buzele mai fine, hidratate și netede. Formula anti-scame care se menține pe buze fără a se întinde. Informații produse Octyldodecanol, Isononyl Isononanoate, Paraffin, Octyldodecyl Stearoyl Stearate, Synthetic…

[eletricawf]

Native Brazilian Carnaúba Cleaner Wax - A Solução Perfeita para o Brilho do seu Carro

Native Brazilian Carnauba Cleaner Wax - A Solução Perfeita para o Brilho do Seu Carro

Descrição: Native Brazilian Carnauba Cleaner Wax é uma cera automotiva de alta qualidade que proporciona um brilho intenso e proteção duradoura para o seu veículo. Feita com cera de carnaúba brasileira pura, ela limpa, poli e protege efetivamente a pintura do seu carro.

Essa cera automotiva premium é especialmente formulada para remover sujeira, graxa e pequenos arranhões, ao mesmo tempo em que realça a cor e a profundidade do acabamento do seu carro. A cera de carnaúba natural cria uma barreira protetora que repele água, raios UV e contaminantes ambientais, mantendo seu carro com aparência de novo por mais tempo.

Fácil de aplicar e remover, essa cera de limpeza é adequada para todos os tipos de pintura e acabamentos. Sua fórmula avançada garante um brilho intenso e sem riscos, que certamente chamará a atenção por onde quer que você vá.

Experimente o cuidado automotivo supremo com Native Brazilian Carnauba Cleaner Wax e desfrute de um acabamento de qualidade de showroom que perdura.

[andreatardivoarchivio]

[blogoslibertarios]

Defesa Nacional reconhece situação de emergência em cidade do RN após longo periodo estiagem; saiba qual

Foto: Fábio Pozzebom/Agência Brasil   O município de Carnaúba dos Dantas, no interior do Rio Grande do Norte, teve situação de emergência reconhecida pela Defesa Civil Nacional. O motivo é o longo período de estiagem que vem sendo enfrentado na cidade. A informação foi publicada por meio de portaria do Ministério da Integração e do Desenvolvimento Regional, nessa quinta-feira (11), no Diário…

[bhups15]

The Ultimate Guide to Buying Carnauba Wax Online

Carnauba wax, often referred to as the "queen of waxes," is a versatile and highly sought-after natural product derived from the leaves of the carnauba palm tree (Copernicia prunifera) native to Brazil. Known for its glossy finish, hardness, and durability, carnauba wax has a wide range of applications, from automotive and furniture polishing to food, cosmetics, and pharmaceuticals. With the increasing demand for eco-friendly and natural products, carnauba wax has become more popular than ever. This guide will walk you through the benefits, uses, and tips for buying carnauba wax online.

Benefits of Carnauba Wax Natural and Eco-Friendly: Carnauba wax is a natural product, making it a sustainable choice compared to synthetic waxes. It is biodegradable and harvested from renewable resources.

High Melting Point: With a melting point of around 180°F (82°C), carnauba wax is one of the hardest natural waxes, making it highly durable and long-lasting.

Glossy Finish: Carnauba wax is known for its ability to provide a brilliant, glossy finish, making it ideal for polishing applications.

Water Resistance: It provides excellent water resistance, protecting surfaces from moisture and damage.

Hypoallergenic: Carnauba wax is hypoallergenic and safe for use in cosmetics and food products.

Common Uses of Carnauba Wax Automotive Care: Carnauba wax is widely used in car waxes and polishes due to its ability to create a durable, glossy finish that protects paint and enhances the vehicle's appearance.

Furniture and Wood Polishing: It is used in furniture polishes to provide a high-gloss finish and protect wooden surfaces from moisture and wear.

Food Industry: Carnauba wax is used as a coating for fruits, candies, and other food products to enhance their appearance and prolong shelf life.

Cosmetics: It is an ingredient in lip balms, lipsticks, mascaras, and other cosmetics due to its hypoallergenic properties and ability to create a smooth, glossy finish.

Pharmaceuticals: Carnauba wax is used as a coating for pills and tablets to make them easier to swallow and improve their appearance.

Tips for Buying Carnauba Wax Online Choose a Reputable Supplier: Ensure you purchase carnauba wax from a reputable supplier with positive reviews and a track record of providing high-quality products.

Check the Grade: Carnauba wax is available in different grades, with Type 1 being the highest quality. Type 1 carnauba wax is lighter in color and purer, making it ideal for premium applications such as cosmetics and food products.

Read Product Descriptions: Carefully read product descriptions to understand the purity, grade, and intended use of the carnauba wax. This will help you choose the right product for your needs.

Compare Prices: Prices can vary significantly between suppliers, so compare prices to ensure you're getting the best value for your money. However, be wary of prices that seem too good to be true, as they may indicate lower quality.

Check for Certifications: Look for products that have certifications, such as organic or food-grade, to ensure they meet specific quality standards.

Consider Packaging: Pay attention to the packaging and storage instructions. Carnauba wax should be stored in a cool, dry place to maintain its quality.

Conclusion Carnauba wax is a versatile, natural product with numerous applications across various industries. Whether you're looking to polish your car, protect your furniture, enhance your cosmetics, or coat your food products, carnauba wax is an excellent choice. By following the tips in this guide, you can confidently purchase high-quality carnauba wax online and enjoy its many benefits. Remember to choose a reputable supplier, check the grade and purity, and compare prices to ensure you get the best value for your money.

[mechanical-drawing]

April 29th, 1876

[softgrungeprophet]

most effective food i have found so far to get rid of the nasty half numb taste of dissolvable meds has been a couple pieces of candy corn, chocolate or swedish fish

[muiraquita-da-caatinga]

[alenaalenaalena]

Voděodolná řasenka 9 ml - Farmasi | Farmasi Czechia

https://www.farmasi.cz/ua000007/product/detail/vod%C4%9Bodoln%C3%A1-%C5%99asenka-9-ml?pid=1000979 Voděodolná řasenka zvýrazňuje, zahušťuje a především krásně prodlužuje řasy, aniž by je slepovala. Nerozmazává se a neolupuje se. Kartáček rovnoměrně pokrývá jednotlivé řasy, dodává jim přirozený a v případě potřeby i dramatický vzhled (v závislosti na počtu nanesených vrstev). Návod na…

[electro-mechanical]

Thinking about scent, and the way a person's musk and sweat combine with the residue of shampoo and laundry detergent and deodorant to create a smell that is unique to them. A combination of organic and synthetic, innate and deliberate. The story of their natural body and the care they put into it.

Thinking about robots, and the stories their scent might tell. Brass and ozone. Fine steel dust from their component parts rubbing together when they move. The hot air venting from their cooling system. A particular brand of machine oil.

Thinking about the way a person's home smells like them, and the way some people smell like home.

Thinking about holding my cherished bot, breathing in the scent of a fresh coat of carnauba wax, the lingering traces of soldering fumes and isopropyl alcohol. Inhaling stories of their construction and of their programming and of my love for them.

[practical-hearthcraft]

Spell for Nightmares and Insomnia

Alright, this is my first time sharing a spell that I created, so I hope this works for others. I've always found it to be very helpful when suffering from anxiety-related insomnia, and it also works a treat for children suffering from nightmares, which was what spurred me to craft this in the first place.

This is a two-part spell, but if you lack components, you can just use the candle spell part.

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Part One - Calming Night Balm

You will need:

15g beeswax or carnauba wax for a vegan alternative

10g shea butter

2 1/2 tbsp almond oil

2 tbsp jojoba oil

bain-marie (heat-proof bowl and a saucepan)

3 drops mandarin oil, 4 drops lemon balm, 5 drops chamomile, 5 drops lavender

lidded jars (I like the aluminium ones)

thermometer

labels

Sterilise the equipment by washing throroughly and then drying in an over at 140c (275f) or in a microwave for 30-45 seconds if microwave safe. Gently heat the wax, butter and carrier oils in the bain-marie until melted.

Once the ingredients are fully melted, pour carefully into your jars.

When the mixture is about 40c (104f), add your essential oils. I've opted for the above blend, but depending on your relationship with oils, you can adapt as needed. The noted amount of essential oils in the mixture works out at about 5%, so while this is safe for application to your body, I would avoid applying it to your face or more sensitive areas.

In regard to timing, I like to make this up on Mondays for a lunar connection to peaceful sleep and dreaming, or you could also time it with the Full Moon for some lunar oomph.

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Part Two - Candle Spell

You will need:

Jade crystal (calming, balance, protection against negativity)

Indigo chime candle

Dried chamomile flower (calming, peace, healing) & cloves (protection against negative energy)

Lavender essential oil

Perform this before you go to bed.

Grind together the chamomile and cloves, I usually use about 1 tsp of chamomile and 2 tsp of cloves.

Anoint your candle with the oil and then roll in your ground herbs. I don't really work with sigils much, but if you do you could also carve a sigil into the candle at this stage.

Light your candle and hold onto your jade crystal. Visualise yourself sleeping deeply, visualise waking up from a restful nights sleep, refreshed and ready for the next day.

If you prepared the balm, apply this to your body as you visualise. If doing this for a someone else, have them hold the jade while you rub the balm into their skin and speak the visualisation over them.

I tend to use chime candles and will repeat this candle spell over a day or two, so often, I will blow out the candle once I've finished rubbing in the balm rather than wait for the candle to burn out. Also, a reminder to make sure the candle is extinguished before you go to sleep. Stay safe!

Disclaimer: A lot of my choices in components are due to my own relationships with the herbs, oils and crystal so if you know of something that would be more effective for your personal practise feel free to substitute.

[builder051]

Month of Sick 2024 Day 3: Bad News(ish)

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@monthofsick

Iron man and Spider-Man. Choose your own timeline.

Warnings: emeto, high school drama

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Something seems off with the kid. Tony can sense it before the door to the lab whirrs slowly shut and seals like a hydraulic bathtub.

He can’t stand slamming. Not that Peter would dare to make an entrance with a bang. When the kid was first starting to visit him in the lab, Tony thought the mouse creeping was some sort of respect thing. Then he’d realized it was probably an apartment thing. Topics like housing inequality and wage gaps set angry, brain-eating larvae loose in his prefrontal cortex.

Tony usually fills the holes with a few spontaneous donations to institutes of higher learning. His fingers twitch toward his keyboard, but he rests a millimeter above the touch screen. Tony doesn’t want Peter to catch him throwing cash around, even therapeutically. That would just throw the kid-money-apartment guilt trip back into motion. At least Peter will be prepared for the niceties of life in a college dorm. It’d taken Tony a couple times around the block to recognize and participate in the etiquette of close quarters. And, of course, to start holding himself to the same standard he expected of everyone else. Hence his objection to doors noisily bouncing off walls.

Peter exhales slowly. “Hey, uh, Mr. Stark.”

The kid’s sneakers come to a halt, and he stands a respectable distance from Tony’s elbow. Something hangs in the space between them. The air feels charged with electricity. Is this what the tingle, the spider-sense feels like? Tony has never coveted Peter’s powers. He’s glad to stick with good ol’ observation and inference. He’s just a little proud how naturally the scientific method flows toward the correct conclusion. Like the fact that Peter’s anxious as fuck. And he’s been skating on carpet in wool socks. Or combing his hair without adding product. Tony grounds his feet and puts his hands on his knees, just in case the static bursts into an electric shock.

“Yeah?” Tony replies. He holds his gaze on the holographic screen in front of him for a moment, for the sake of normality. If he replies too quickly, he might tip the balance and bring on the thunderbolt. Tony cringes internally as he imagines Peter burned to a crisp. Or maybe a small pile of ash.

It would be the ash, for sure. Now that Tony’s turned to look at him, he considers his hypothesis confirmed. The kid’s pale. His hair sticks to his glistening forehead. His shoulders move up and down with every breath, which comes out loud and shallow. Bronchitis, Tony guesses. Depends on whether or not Peter’s running a fever. He could have FRIDAY run a scan in seconds. He could probably write a program for a chest x ray as well, but he doesn’t think breaking the eye contact is a good idea for now.

“Pete?” Tony asks cautiously. He tries to keep his concern out of his voice. “Did you run here or something? Why? It’s cold and brrr.” Tony mimes shivering and crossing his arms for warmth. “I thought track and field didn’t start until spring.” He eases up. If he talks too much, Peter will just start nodding in pseudo agreement.

“No, I, uh,” Peter stammers. “I took the bus.” He jerks his head suspiciously over his shoulder. “Do I smell like the bus?”

Tony keeps a straight face. He fights the urge to breathe in through his nose but eventually needs to rearrange what’s certainly a stony expression. He tries not to sniff too hard, then sets it off with a gentle smile.

“But do I, like…?” Peter trails off, lifting one arm. He presses his lips together, and the palest blush colors his nose and cheeks. If anything it makes him look sicker.

“You smell like… Rolaids, cinnamon, carnauba wax, and…pie crust?” There’s also a tinge of sour stress sweat, but Tony decides not to mention it. This whole topic of body odor is a surface issue. Meaningless chatter. Tony hopes his answer helps to loosen whatever’s got Peter so constricted, though he worries it might just pull it tighter.

“Hm.” Peter takes another audible breath, then nods. “Yeah, that’s—um, good.” He drops his arm back to his side, where he immediately begins picking at a rivet on the pocket of his jeans. “I was at Ned’s. His grandma was making emanadas. And she has those big glass candles with, like, the virgin Mary, you know?” The kid tries for a casual laugh, but he hiccups when he takes in a breath. He releases the rivet and puts his hand over his abdomen.

Tony wants to thump the kid on the back, but now’s probably not the right time to introduce physical contact. Tony doesn’t like to be handsy. Peter might have germs. The hand sanitizer is too far across the lab bench, and reaching for it now would be downright offensive.

“Ned’s house sounds great.” Tony says, filling what would be an awkward pause as Peter collected himself. The anxiety’s still coming off him in waves. Tony watches Peter’s shoulders quiver.

Tony ditches any remaining decorum and asks, “Hey, is your stomach bugging you?” He’d initially left is comment about Rolaids alone. They’d seemed like kind of a personal thing. He leaves a moment for the kid to respond, perhaps if time is of the essence to get to a bathroom or something, but Peter doesn’t say anything. He just swallows, then looks up without meeting Tony’s eye.

“Too many empanadas before the bus ride?” Tony offers.

“Hm… no.” Peter twists his lips, but settles on neither a smile nor a frown. It seems like he’s making his mouth as small as possible. “Yeah, I’m, like, I keep tasting lunch, but it’s, like, I’m fine.” The kid laughs again, sounding just as congested. “That’s probably TMI. Sorry.”

Tony shrugs. He doesn’t love discussions about acid reflux, but if that’s the problem… At least it’s a straightforward problem, but Tony has a feeling that’s more of a side effect. The real issue is something much deeper.

“They weren’t real Rolaids.” Peter blithers on. “Some kind of off brand…I got them at the bodega for, like, three bucks. I don’t think they actually work.” Peter catches himself and continues, “Not that I feel sick or anything. Just kinda—“ He removes his hand from his stomach and wavers it in midair. “I don’t know if the CVS ones are any better, or if it has to be, like, brand name…” Peter trails off nervously.

“If you do feel sick, we can fix that. Medicine cabinet in the ‘s pretty stocked ” Tony clasps his hands and rests his chin on his knuckles. “What’s going on, Pete?” Tony asks. “You don’t look so good. I mean, you smell fine, but…” Tony shrugs again. He doesn’t want Peter to feel interrogated, but if they can get to the heart of the matter… Maybe the kid will stop looking like he’s going to shit himself.

“I…” Peter hesitates. “I don’t feel really good.”

Tony can’t hold himself back anymore. “FRIDAY, run a temp scan.”

“Oh, no, I don’t have a fever.” Peter shakes his head, but the AI begins to glow, running a thin red line floor to ceiling and back again.

“Temperature scan complete,” FRIDAY reports. The outlines of two human bodies appear on the screen; temperature readings appear beside each in both Fahrenheit and Celsius.

Tony doesn’t even glance at his information. He squints in confusion when he reads Peter’s, though.

“98.7…” Tony muses. Maybe the kid isn’t incubating a bug. “How about heart rate?” Tony requests.

More numbers appear beside each figure. Tony blinks to be sure he’s reading the measurement correctly. The kid’s reads 130. Peter’s more than wound up. He’s about to blow his circulatory system.

Peter’s powers raise his metabolism, Tony reminds himself. But not that much. He’s pretty sure there are defibrillator paddles in the lab somewhere.

“Your heart rate is rising really fast.” Peter points to the pulsating heart icon beside Tony’s outline. “Is that, like, not good?”

“Oh—“ Tony backhands the air in front of his face as if batting the kid’s comment out of the way. “Forget me. Look at yours! That’s what’s not good. You’re stressing me out.”

“I told you. I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine,” Tony says firmly. “Are you scared or something? Is this- I don’t know- a panic attack?”

“Um, I don’t—” Peter gulps, then pulls his lips into a straight line. “I guess kinda stressing too.”

“What about?” Tony braces himself. What bothers highschoolers these days? Tony thinks to his own teenage experience, but he was so detached during that phase of life. He had nary a responsibility. His parents were still alive. Peter doesn’t even have that to lean back on. A rush of belated empathy hits Tony in the chest and leaches into his heart. The shot is not full of flesh-eating parasites this time. It hits hard and heavy, adding a terrible weight and increasing his worry.

Peter sighs. He puts his hands over his eyes. “Ok, ok. But please don’t get mad at me.”

“Why would I be mad?” Tony’s still focused on the possibility of a serious health incident. Even if the kid did it to himself, he’s far more concerned about the fallout than the details. “Just tell me what’s going on.”

“You’re probably going to be totally disappointed.” Peter keeps his eyes covered. “I—I don’t think I made it into MIT.”

“You don’t think?” Tony repeats. “What, did you get a letter or something? They didn’t waitlist you, did they?” He does feel his temper begin to rise despite himself. Not toward the kid, though. What kind of signature-stamping admissions officer would put Peter’s application in the ‘maybe’ pile? His grades, coupled with his experience, should blow anyone out of the water.

“No. I don’t think so. But maybe? I didn’t think of that.” Peter says in a rush.

“What do you think?” Tony presses. He glances at the flashing numbers of Peter’s heart rate again. “Tell me.”

The kid takes a shaky breath. “Ned and I made this, like, pact thing, that we would tell each other at the same time, If we got in. After we’d both gotten our letters.”

“Ok…” This is clearly background. Tony waits for the hammer to fall.

“I kind of accidentally found out about Ned. Just now, at his house. He got his MIT letter. And I saw it. I saw Ned’s letter. But like, not really, exactly.” Peter wrings his hands and cringes. It’s like he’s trying to minimize his involvement in a crime.

Tony’s heavy heart throbs with empathy. If he were a cop, he’d let the kid off. He nods, and Peter keeps talking.

“It was just the envelope, though. But it had the logo and the return address and everything. And it was a big fat envelope. So he got in. They sent him the whole admission packet thing. I know he got in.” Peter bites his lip. “Denials come in tiny envelopes, right?”

“Usually,” Tony replies. “Bureaucratic shit.” He rolls his eyes, but immediately realizes he’s being too flippant. He straightens up and looks into Peter’s eyes. His lower lids glisten with unshed tears. “Why does that make you think you got denied?” Tony asks slowly. “I get that your big reveal is sort of ruined, but did your letter—“

Peter cuts him off, his cheeks burning red against his pale face. “That’s just it. I haven’t gotten my letter. Ned’s, like, two streets away, and I’m pretty sure we have the same mail carrier person, so if Ned got his, like, yesterday or today, mine should’ve come too.”

“Well—“ Tony intends to inject a little logic and reassurance, but the kid keeps going.

“I don’t know what kind of envelope they sent, I mean, like, whether I got in or not, and it’s—it’s— just too much, and I can’t stop thinking about it, and my stomach’s, just, like,” Peter pauses and contorts his face, his fingers slowly closing into a fist, “It’s making me all messed up. It might actually be making me making me sick. I think—maybe — I could, like—puke—or something—“ The kid wraps both arms tightly around his middle, then reconsiders and presses a hand over his mouth.

“Ok, ok,” Tony says, making placating gestures while looking wildly around the lab for a trash can. There’s one under the desk on the other side of the room. Definitely not helping. And it’s too late anyway.

Peter leans forward and retches. Vomit dribbles from his palm and drips down his chin. He makes an apologetic sound, but it’s lost in the next upcoming heave.

“You’re good.” Tony stands, sending his stool rolling backward under the lab bench. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Oh,” the kid groans. His shoulders lurch, and more splashes down into the puddle growing around his feet. “‘M really sorry.”

“Don’t be, really.” Tony tentatively pats Peter’s shoulder. For now, he’s providing comfort. But Tony’s poised to catch the kid if he slips or starts to pass out.

Peter hiccups. Then he gasps, and his entire body shudders.

“Pete?” Tony moves sideways so he can get a look at the kid’s face. He’s still pallid, but now his eyes and nose are red as well. The impending tears are now running down his face.

“It’s ok,” Tony intones. “Really. We’ll get through it.” They’re just words, but he means them. Truly. Deeply.

Peter splutters, then spits on the floor. “Sorry,” he says again. “That was, like, really gross.”

“Eh.” Tony shrugs. “Feel better?”

“Uh, no.” Peter’s voice is hoarse, and it sounds like his mouth is still wet and stringy. “I mean, yes,” he amends quickly. “But, like, not completely?”

“Stomach is better, but the stress is still there?” Tony interprets.

“Yeah.” Peter sighs. “I’m, like…” he shakes his head.

“You’re going to be ok.” Tony gives the kid’s shoulder a squeeze, then points him toward the couch against the wall. Once he’s sure Peter is steady on his feet, Tony follows, dragging his stool along behind him.

Once they’re both sitting, Tony points at the bot positioned by the desk. He clicks his fingers. “Hey. You. DUMM-E.”

The robot whirrs and spins its tires.

“Mop,” Tony commands. “Now,” he pauses, then adds, “please.”

DUMM-E clips the wall with a loud scraping sound, but soon they can hear the squish of a wet mop against the floor.

Tony rests his elbows on his knees again. It’s his best calm, listening posture, he thinks. That’s what he wants, anyway. He doesn’t have a default reaction to stress-puke. Tony tries to be calming and an active listener. Maybe a sounding board. He wants to be whatever the kid needs, and, to be honest, he isn’t sure what that is.

“God, I’m…” Peter looks at the floor and shakes his head. He’s trembling and still suppressing sobs. “Sorry.”

Tony leans in and speaks quietly. “You’ve got to stop saying that. I don’t care. I have the bots to deal with the small stuff. Gross stuff.” He shrugs. “Whatever.”

DUMM-E makes a reproachful swivel and whir, but Tony ignores it.

Peter sniffles, but doesn’t say anything.

“Alright, I’ll start,” Tony says. “I’m going to skip the sappy stuff. But I am going to ask you the annoying questions.”

Peter nods without looking up.

Tony puts his hand up to count on his fingers. “Did you check your mail today? Or just Ned’s?”

“I checked,” Peter replies in a monotone. “Well, actually I texted May and asked her to check.” He meets Tony’s eyes for a brief moment. “So, well, basically.”

“Alright.” Tony nods curtly and puts one finger down. “Do you know the timing of your mail carrier’s route?”

“It’s, um, in the morning? Usually?” Peter wipes the back of his hand under his nose.

“Ok.” Tony puts down his second finger. “Have you…” Tony pauses. He can’t remember the next question. He’s sure there’s another. It’s on the tip of his tongue.

“I’m so doomed,” Peter whispers. “I’ve totally failed you, Mr. Stark. If you don’t want me to go on missions anymore, it’s ok.”

“Hey, stop that. I’ll still care about you if you don’t get into MIT.” Tony lets out a breath. “There, now you’re making me say sappy stuff.”

“I’m sorry.” Peter’s face folds and tears start falling again.

“It’s ok. It’s ok, really.” He has another question. He does. He just needs to concentrate. Emotions rattle between the holes tunneling away his brain. “Umm…” Then it comes to him. It’s so stupid simple. He should’ve asked it first. “What address did you give them? On your application?”

“Huh?” Peter squints, then blinks wetness out of his eyes.

“Did you put your address? Like your apartment?” Tony specifies. “Or did you put this one?” He points at the floor. “The tower. I get a few other people’s mail here. People without permanent addresses. Like Thor.”

“Thor gets mail?” The kid asks.

Initially, Tony isn’t sure if he should answer. Would Peter feel like he’s distracting him on purpose? “So much mail.” Tony chooses to go with the flow. “And he reads all of it. He sits there for hours. Eating out my fridge.” Tony hazards a smile, but continues to make haste. “What about your mail. Do I get your mail? I can’t remember.”

“Oh.” Peter covers his mouth.

Tony prepares himself for another round of puking.

“I think…” Peter murmurs, “I think, maybe, yes?”

Tony can barely hear him; the kid’s voice is both quiet and muffled. But he sees the expression on Peter’s face. Surprised. Hopeful?

“I think I put this address. Because it was all official and everything?” The kid raises his head. “I think I probably did.”

“Ok,” Tony says. “Well—“

“You must think I’m so stupid.” Peter seems on the brink of tears again. “Oh my god—“

“Stop talking.” Tony doesn’t mean to make it an order. Well, perhaps he does. Just a little. He stops barely a second, then issues another. “Why don’t you run up the stairs and check the mailbox?”

“What? You think it came here?” Peter jumps to his feet.

“Go see. It’s right at the end of the driveway.” Tony points to the door.

Peter takes off at a sprint. His shoes squeak halfway across the floor. It’s still damp from its recent mopping.

Tony looks down at his watch. He gives the kid a 30 second head start. Then he swivels his stool around. “FRIDAY?” he asks.

“Yes, boss?” Tony swears he senses excitement in the AI’s tone.

“Pull up the security cam feed. I want a good look out front.”

[brumeraven]

🍂: On Brumerot || decay, creativity, fae, inconstancy, scribes, self-doubt, weirdly personal and probably not relatable

Everything about my home was perfect once.

Except for the cabinets.

I suppose I should have noticed even then.

I suppose I did know, even then.

But it was such a little thing, so easy to pretend to overlook.

Everything about my home was perfect once, because it had to be. I'd written it that way, after all. Every single word exactly what and where it should be, every sentence perfect, every detail exact and impeccable.

And every bit of it was, except the cabinets.

Oh, they'd been perfect once as well, along with all the rest. Every knot and whorl in the wood where it was meant to be, every bit of the cope-and-stick construction meant to evoke exactly the sense of simplicity and elegance I wanted, restraint and dignity without hauteur.

I was happy with them. Well, content with them, at least. The truth of it is that I never noticed them, because they were just the way they were supposed to be. Who pays mind to what is correct and in its place?

Until the day I noticed the corner.

Just the one.

But it was flawed, smashed, finish chipped, wood splintered.

Only slightly, as if in a moment's carelessness, an unfortunate impact with chair or broom or who knows what.

But that wasn't possible. It couldn't be other than I'd created it. Other than I'd left it.

I drew my pen, the dull steel drinking in the light that fell upon it, nib stained and corroded no matter how oft I cleaned it. Creation took its toll on creator, regardless of how careful one was.

I stooped over for a closer look, peering closely at the imperfection.

Wood gave way to words upon inspection, the edge of the cabinet revealing its true form, unfolding and unraveling into script so dense it fooled the senses of all but the one who'd written it, letters etched not in ink but in absence, as if Void itself had been writ into unbeing.

...

"Cherry."

"Heartwood."

"Pith flecks."

"Tung oil."

"Carnauba wax."

"Auborn."

"Satin."

"Soft."

"Fragile."

"Mutable."

"Impermanent."

...

Something rose in my throat, fear and disgust and confusion and sickly bitter bile. I couldn't remember writing those last few words. Why would I have wanted to? This was my havenworld; it would not change but for my will. It simply could not.

And yet...there they stood, those words that seemed to corrode the space around them, the feathered and bleeding letters eating away at their surroundings like rust and moth.

As one depraved, I plunged nib into ink, that abyssal mix that held power of creation and destruction alike, its repice simple, unchanging, a sumi inkstick made from the ashes of every page of words I'd ever burned, dissolved in liquid Shadow.

The offending words struck through.

...

"HARD."

"PERFECT."

"UNCHANGING."

"ETERNAL."

...

The values I thought I held. The mirror of my fears.

And it worked. For a day.

The next day, the kitchen was all wrong, beautiful, vivacious wood replaced by cold, uncaring industrial steel, all right-angles and welds.

I hadn't asked for this, hadn't written this.

And yet...when I looked, the writ was in my hand, signed in the ink only I used, sealed in hopelessness.

...

"Steel."

"Hard."

"Durable."

"Perfect."

...

Well, perhaps I'd written it, but it wasn't what I'd wanted. I wasn't the me who'd written it, any more than yesterday I'd been the me who'd finished the kitchen in delicate wood.

So I rewrote them as stone, something more natural, if still durable.

It only worsened from there.

Day by day, year by year, words shifted, little by little, drifted in meaning to me. Stone chipped. Paint peeled. Wood warped. I read, wrote, reread, rewrote; nothing ever stayed the same. Each time, new flaws, new things to fix, unintended implications, unforeseen shortcomings.

Who could say what changed.

The words? The world?

Bit by bit, everything ended. No matter how much I tried to hold steady this asylum, moment by moment it all changed.

One day, I looked back and realized that everything had died and rotted.

One day, I looked back and realized that everything was gone.

One day, I looked back and realized that whoever had made this world was gone as well.

I too had died and rotted away. But not to nothing, no, much worse than that. I'd rotted away to something.

That was the day I burned every last page of it.

At least whatever I wrote next, it would be with a clean slate.

~🍂

[esoteric-chaos]

Pine - The Mundane and Magical 101

Growing up on my edge of the west coast, Pine trees have always been abundant. Specifically the Western White Pine for example.

This plant spirit is one I work with generally in the winter as this is where I personally feel it’s energy is stronger. It's a wonderful plant to work with and has been used by indigenous cultures to this land for healing. To venerate and honour this land I work with Pine.

Scientific Name: Pinus

Family: Pinaceae

Parts used: For species of Pine it varies

Planet: Mars

Element: Air

CAUTIONS: It is important to know not all species of Pine are edible. Also please note that if you have pets be cautious with Pine as it can cause irritation to the mouth and gastrointestinal issues. Which can lead to serious complications if ingested. Keep any pine needles and oils out of reach.

ALWAYS check with your local herbalist and doctor before consuming any medicinal medicine as they will be able to direct you on proper dosages. Some medications can also interact and so can some conditions with certain herbs.

Do NOT consume if pregnant and Pine may irritate the gut by creating heartburn.

IMPORTANT: Some Pine trees look very alike to other toxic plants so source responsibility and safely.

Uses in Herbalism and healing:

Internally, pine is a traditional remedy for coughs, colds, allergies, and urinary tract and sinus infections.

Topically, pine is used for infections and to lessen joint inflammation in arthritic conditions.

Uses in Magic:

Pine's correspondences are purification, protection, prosperity, healing, fertility and strength.

Pine needles scattered on the floor is said to drive away evil

When burned it can purify negativity

Needles can be burned for reversal spells or back to sender spells

Money magic

Can be used in oils, teas, incense, washes, etc. Get creative!

Makes a great purifying natural cleaner mixed with vinegar

Branches of pine above the bed is said to keep sickness away

In Japan Pine trees are venerated as sacred. Symbolizing longevity. Some place Pine above the front door to ensure lasting joy within, for the leaves are evergreen.

Recipes:

Herbal Salve for Inflammation - Makes 5 ounces

What you need

1 oz. beeswax (use carnauba wax for a vegan salve)

4 oz. Pine Pitch infused oil in Olive Oil - See my Infused Oils post to learn more

Directions

Wrap beeswax bar in an old towel. On a sturdy surface, use a hammer to break bar up into small chunks.

Place beeswax in a double boiler and gently warm over low heat until the beeswax melts.

Add herbal oils and stir over low heat until well-mixed.

Remove from heat

Quickly pour warm mixture into prepared heat safe tin(s) or cosmetic glass jar(s)

Store in a cool location for 1 to 3 years. 

Sources and extra reading material:

Please remember while I provide sources, some content is my own UPG from working for years intuitively with this herbal ally. What you do not see from my sources assume it is my UPG and take what information you will. Always cross reference and research yourself. All medical knowledge will be sourced.

Books:

Cunningham's Encyclopedia of Magical Herbs (Expanded and Revised Edition) by Scott Cunningham

The Complete Herbal Tutor by Anne McIntyre

Links:

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