#energy healing in dubai

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Dubai flights canceled, schools and offices shut as rain pelts UAE just weeks after deadly floods

May 2, 2024 - CNN

Emirates was forced to cancel and delay several flights in and out of Dubai, the second-busiest international airport in the world, while people and students were instructed to work and study from home, as heavy rains returned to the United Arab Emirates on Thursday.

The storm comes just two weeks after record-setting rainfall triggered damaging floods in several parts of the country and neighboring Oman, which killed at least four people in the UAE and ground the bustling city of Dubai to a halt...

The rainfall was not as heavy as the event two weeks ago, but Dubai experienced 20 millimeters in 12 hours, more than twice what it usually receives over the months of April and May combined. Abu Dhabi saw 34 mm in 24 hours, more than four times what it would usually see over April and May...

The cloudbusting continues, and the media continues to call this change in climate, "climate change," without giving the reason, which is orgonite gifting.

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Benefits Of Getting Detox In Dubai

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The following are five advantages of space cleaning for a healthier and happier home.

Do you ever feel like your house is cluttered, disorganized, or unsightly? It may be time to consider cleaning the space. Clearing space is the process of removing negative energy from the physical space to create a positive and harmonious environment. Here are some of the benefits of space cleaning for a healthy home. 

Eliminates negative energy - space clearing

Clearing spaces can help remove negative energy that can linger in your home. Negative energy can come from different forms, such as arguments, stress, or even just a complex space. By clearing this energy, you can create a safe and calm environment that can help reduce stress and anxiety. 

Improves air quality - space clearing

Dust, pet dander and other pollutants can build up in your home over time and affect air quality. Vacuum cleaners can help improve the air quality in your home by removing these pollutants and promoting better circulation. This can help decrease allergy symptoms and enhance overall respiratory health.

Promotes creativity and innovation - space clearing

A cluttered space can also hinder creativity and innovation. By clearing your space, you can create an open and inviting space that can help stimulate creativity and increase productivity. This can be especially useful if you work from home or have a home office. 

Calling for positive energy - space clearing

Clearing spaces can also invite positive energy into your home. By creating a positive and harmonious environment, you may find that your mood improves and you feel more inspired and motivated. It can help you achieve your goals and live a happy and fulfilling life. 

Promotes restful sleep - space clearing

Finally, vacuum cleaning can promote restful sleep. By creating a calm and peaceful environment, you can help reduce stress and anxiety, making it easier to fall asleep and stay asleep.

Finally, cleaning the space is a powerful tool that can help create a home and a good mood. By removing negative energy, improving air quality, improving creativity and productivity, inviting positive energy, and promoting restful sleep, you can create a healthy and fulfilling life. If you are interested in cleaning the space, consider working with a professional who can guide you through the process.  Read more blogs……….  What is Craniosacral Therapy? -  How it Works

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Jinx | Sukuna Ryomen

mma fighter!sukuna ryomen x femalecoach!reader

Part 4. Our Fight.

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Spynosis: Sukuna is a world champion with anger issues. It's believed by many that he is untrainable. Yeah, you can't train him, but you can dominate him. Contents: Fighting. Sukuna being Sukuna. female reader being dom. Jinx AU (the BL, not the character from lol) Warnings: Cursed words. Sexual harassment. Smut. Physical violence. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. MNDI. +18. Word count: 4692 words. A/N: Hello, peeps! Long time no see. I just bought my first PC, so I can finally write without slamming my old laptop for it to work. This is a long one, so enjoy!

There was something about eating a simple cup of noodles in a hotel room after a tiring day of training. It was somewhat special and comforting, like a mother singing a lullaby before taking a nap. That cozy feeling of surviving another day of training before a big fight. Yuuji settled the kettle and prepared the cup of noodles in the small kitchen area of our hotel room. We bought them in a nearby corner store when we took our break from Sukuna’s training.

We slurped our feelings away and let our bodies melt away with the hot broth. I sighed as my back laid fully in the cuck chair that every hotel room has for some reason. Yuuji ate his noodles like he hadn't eaten in days. Our bodies ache for all the training, but we could finally relax in the small room. 

“He is going to fucking kill me one of these days,” I sighed before grabbing a mouthful of noodles. 

“Same. I don’t know how I have been able to keep up all these years,” Yuuji said with a weak smile. 

“Gojo told me you guys have trained since you were little, how was Sukuna back then?” I asked with curiosity, putting my feet up in the closest furniture piece to get more comfortable. 

“He was a menace. He is still a menace,” Yuuji giggled. “Our parents were so tired of his ratty and chaotic behavior that they sent him to a pediatrician. She told our parents that they had to find an activity for him to get his energy out. They tried everything. Mountain biking, climbing, dancing. He ended up liking kickboxing.”

“Damn. I feel bad for your parents.”

I could imagine a small Sukuna trying all of those different activities. Riding a dirt bike and acing every trick he could learn, even if that meant breaking a bone or two in the process. Being one of those kids who wants to try the hardest path on the climbing wall but falls over and over trying to prove himself he can do it. A smile appeared on my face when I pictured him trying ballet in a cute pink tutu. That would be adorable. 

“They are really proud of him. Except for that time when he slept with Choso’s fiancé, of course. Dad was really pissed at him, but Mom tried to defend him,” Yuuji remembered as if it was yesterday. 

“Your brother is still single?” I asked curious, trying not to be too obvious. 

“Yeah. He told me it was hard going back to dating when he has trust issues,” he answered. “Why do you ask?” 

“No reason. Just curious,” 

“Really? I thought you liked him.”  I coughed out the noodles from the shock. Maybe I was too obvious. Yuuji looked at me in shock. “Oh shit, you really like him. I was just joking.” I blushed immediately. I outed myself, just like that. 

“I mean… he is kinda cute,” I said as I fake like he wasn’t the big deal. 

“Maybe I can set you up on a date with him one of these days. What do you think?” Yuuji asked me. 

“If Choso is okay with that, that would be great,” I answered. I really didn’t want to bother him if he was still healing from his brother's betrayal.

The night rolled in Dubai. Little by little, the city was shutting down under the cloak of darkness with a vibrancy that rivaled the stars overhead. The skyline, a jagged silhouette against the ink-black sky, was a testament to human ingenuity and ambition. The air was balmy, the gentle breeze carrying the scent of the sea from the Persian Gulf, mingling with the exotic aromas of spices and perfumes that wafted from the open doorways of the bustling souks. 

A ping on my phone woke me up in the middle of the dark room. I grabbed it weakly to check what it was. The white screen flashed my eyes for a second, blinding me. My eyes blinked a couple of times to get used to the light. It was a message from Sukuna who was responsible for waking me up. 

Cocky Bastard: Come to my room. 

I looked at the time on my phone. 2:31 am. “This bitch…” I thought as I sat on the edge of the bed and slid my slippers in while yawning. I put my hair up in a ponytail and grabbed a hoodie to cover the fact that I was in pajamas. I was getting out of the room when my phone pinged again. 

Cocky Bastard: Now. 

“It better be important, or I’ll fucking kill you,” I thought as I typed angrily an answer. 

You: Omw. 

The hotel halls were an embodiment of luxury and tradition, where polished floors and golden lantern lights welcomed me into a clear path to Sukuna’s room at the other end of the hall. Ornate lanterns cast intricate shadows on walls adorned with rich tapestries and art, bridging ancient and modern worlds. The air, perfumed with jasmine and sandalwood, carried the blend of traditional Arabic melodies and contemporary tunes, adding to the ambiance.

A slam on the door woke my body up in a survival instinct. The sound of clicking heels against the marble floors were coming right to me. A beautiful and hot woman in a stunning red dress walked angrily past me while mumbling something to herself in Arabic. She was fuming. I wanted to help her, but I don’t think we spoke the same language. 

I got to the room and knocked on his door three times like a secret code. He yelled to get in from the other side, naturally, I followed his order. The elegant living room of the most expensive suite of the hotel welcomed me with open arms. I walked in to see Sukuna drinking some red wine in the hotel’s comfy bathrobe. 

“What the hell are you doing up at this time? You should be resting,” I scold him as I get to him. I tried to take the glass of wine out of his hands, but he pulled it away. Instead, he poured another glass for me. 

“I’ll get straight to the point. I am a little bit desperate, you see,” Sukuna scoffed as he pushed the glass of wine to me without looking. “I have a luck ritual before every fight, I have to have satisfying sex before the fight to win.” 

Oh, that's what it was… Was Sukuna really asking me to fuck with him? I was only his coach. I didn’t know he could see me with those eyes. Maybe he was really that desperate. The red wine was tempting me, I really needed alcohol in my system after hearing that. 

“So you want to fuck with me?” I asked bluntly. 

“‘Want’ is a strong word. If I wasn’t in this situation, I wouldn’t fuck you. You are not my type at all. I like petite girls I can easily break,” he scoffed. For some reason, that last comment made my blood boil. “It’s just to avoid my jinx. I won’t ask you to do it again.” 

I was about to suggest hiring a prostitute, but I remembered we were in a very conservative country. There were very strict laws against prostitution, so looking for one would be an impossible task. 

“Fine, I’ll do it,” I said as I grabbed the glass and stirred it to oxygen the maroon liquid. 

“That’s all the convincing I need to do?” He asked, a bit surprised. 

“At least that way, you won’t fuck another person’s fiancé.” Sukuna laughed, clearly offended. 

“Yuuji told you?… That bastard.” He smirked, not believing his little brother would tell on him with his own coach. 

“Yuuji told me about your jinx, so I believe you,” I said before gulping down the wine in one shot. “Since this is a one time thing, let’s get this done then.” I said before pushing him by the chest, cornering him back against the counter to kiss him. 

Our lips collided into a frenetic dance to show each other who was really in control. We tilt our heads to deepen the kiss and reach for our tongues. He bit my lower lip to pull me closer to his face. His hand reached for my scalp to pull my head closer by my hair. My sneaky fingers snaked around his neck and shoulders to grab the back of his pink hair to make him behave. We were two wild dogs whose owners were pulling on their leashes to control them. 

His big hands wrapped my waist to turn the tables. Sukuna pulled me up to make me sit on the cold kitchen counter. I grabbed him by the robe to keep him in place. Kissing Sukuna was like surviving in a thunderstorm. It was fierce and strong, but oddly warm once you get to the coldness. He grabbed me by my ass to pull my pelvis to his crotch. He was too damn good at this for his own good. I could feel my panties getting wet. 

“I didn’t know you were such a slut,” he moaned against my lips. I pulled away to slap him across his face. He smirked, surprised by the sudden act of violence. 

“I am sorry, did that hurt?” I asked in a fake innocent voice. 

“Oh… you’ll fucking regret that,” Sukuna spat as he tossed me over his shoulder and spanked my ass. I squealed and covered it as I could with my hands. “I am sorry, did that hurt?” He imitated me. I scoffed in shame. 

Sukuna took me to the sofa and tossed me in it. He quickly removed his bathrobe to expose himself to me. I took a quick scan of him. His fluffy pink hair was a mess with black hair poking underneath. His massive pecs were shaved and ready for tomorrow’s show. He had perfectly toned abs to die for, but what really surprised me was the star of tonight’s show, his massive thick cock. I was long and meaty, perfectly straight. With that cock, he could be a porn star. I couldn’t help but gulp with worried eyes. 

“Don’t be scared, it doesn’t bite,” he said while stroking his already hard cock. “Quick. Take off your clothes,” he demanded. 

“You are the one with the jinx, not me,” I barked, offended. “If you need to fuck me, show it.” He rolled his eyes and got close to me. 

“You are such an annoying brat.”

He unzipped my hoodie, took off my shirt, slid down my shorts and ripped my underwear off me. Sukuna didn’t want to waste any time on a meaningless task. Once my whole body was exposed to him, he manhandled me to make me bend over the couch. He gripped my thighs hard to shove his monstrosity in one back shot. I gasped for air. It was too big. I opened my ass so it could fit better in me. 

“Take your hands off there,” he spat as his hands grabbed both of my hands to put them behind my back. “I’ll have to teach you some fucking manners.”

That first thrust almost killed me. It was powerful and desperate. From the very beginning, he wanted to go all fucking in. I moaned every time he shoved his dick in my poor pussy, which wasn’t ready for a massacre. I opened my legs wider to give him better access. The slight pain was fading away with each thrust as my body was getting used to his stiff stick. 

“You are going to fucking kill me… ‘kuna…” I moaned in despair as my breasts and ass cheeks bounced in perfect synchrony. 

I was used to getting beat, punched and kicked, but this felt completely different. He was beating me to an addictive rhythm I could barely resist. The worst thing about it was that I didn’t want him to stop. His cock was hitting every inch of my intimacy so good that I just needed more. I felt full, but I could eat some dessert. 

“Fuck, you are taking me better than that hoe I hired,” he groaned as his hips were hitting my ass in deep strokes. 

“So, I wasn’t the first option…” I thought. I was a bit disappointed. I shouldn’t be. Sukuna was horrible enough to not want to fight another woman over him, but my competitive soul wasn’t happy with it. I knew I wasn’t a sexy bombshell, but I was pretty enough to be the first option. Shit, I was really offended. 

“Turn around,” Sukuna ordered as he pulled out of me to put me in another position.

When I turned, he freed me from his grip. This was my opportunity. I pushed him to make him sit down on the wood coffee table. He was clearly in shock. If he wanted to avoid his jinx, it would be under my conditions. One of those conditions was making him understand I am the top dog and not a simple bitch he could hire on a Tuesday. I grabbed him by his chin and pulled his face towards me. 

“Open wide,”  I demanded. 

“Why would I do that?” Sukuna argued with a smirk. I pulled his hair hard to make his chin face me. 

“I said ‘Open wide’,” I repeated myself, forcing him to open his mouth.

I was starting to get tired of his whining and his bullshit. He needed to learn some fucking manners. If this was the way I had to do it, fine. I’ll do it in my own way. Sukuna tried to close his mouth, but he was going to behave, like it or not. I spit directly on his tongue and closed his jaw. 

“That wasn’t that hard, wasn’t it?” I asked him with a smirk. I could see in his eyes that he wanted to be offended by it, but he low-key liked it. 

My hands pushed him so he could lay down against the coffee table. He tried to fight me to regain control, but I grabbed him by the wrists and pulled him further back so he could stay still. 

“Just fucking relax for once. I’ll do the dirty work from now on,” I whispered against his ear. My tongue flickered around his earlobe, just for the funsies. Sukuna retaliated and tried to fight me over, but when he saw that he was already under my claws, he stopped. 

My hips humped against his crotch, and his cock twitched against my pussy in excitement. I slid his dick on me slowly and pushed it deep. He wasn’t just handsome and had a fantastic physique, his dick was perfect as well. It was big and thick, but it wasn’t scandalous enough to be scared of it. He was the perfect man, too bad he had a shitty personality. No one was really perfect. 

My hips ride his cock without mercy. It felt like heaven and hell at the same time. His moans and grunts were a clear sign that I was doing a good job. I could feel he wanted to free himself to latch onto my body, but I was in charge tonight. I moved in slow circles, and he jerked his head back in satisfaction. He closed his eyes and his toes curled as I rode him like a real cowgirl. My breasts bounced, following the rhythm of my movements. Wet and squishy sounds with our moans filled the air, creating a perfect symphony of lust. 

His dick was pushing and rubbing every part of my insides. It was raw and rough. I was desperately getting myself dumb fuck with the new toy I just borrowed. I never felt more tired and alive at the same time. I haven't felt this way in a pretty long time. I had to make the most of it.  The coffee table was creaking with every hard bounce.

“F-Fuck… I am so close,” he moaned under his breath. 

“Do you want to cum in me, baby?” I asked him in an innocent tone. He nodded in response. I smirked and made a full stop. 

“What the fuck are you doing?!” He yelled at me with a slight blush on his cheeks. 

“You need to ask for it nicely,” I asked. Sukuna frowned. “Say ‘Please, mommy. I want to cum.’” I got close to his face as if I was about to kiss him. “Just once, and I’ll let you cum all over this warm and slutty pussy,” I offered. Sukuna looked away. He was actually thinking of it. It was either saying the magic phrase or jinxing his own fight. I only saw an easy answer. 

“Please, mommy…  I want to cum…” He whispered while blushing intensely. 

“I can’t hear you,” I said with a mischievous smile. Sukuna scoffed and bit his lower lip. He didn’t want to repeat himself. 

“Please, mommy. I want to cum so bad,” he repeated, avoiding eye contact.  

“Good boy,” I said before releasing his wrists. “Go crazy.”

He clasped his hands on my ass and made me ride him like I was just doing previously. He shook my hips up and down to ride him in a wilder rhythm, trying to compensate for the time we lost. The wood table was creaking and squeaking in pain. It didn’t take long for it to collapse, but that didn’t stop Sukuna. His hands continue bouncing my ass to his cock as he thrust against me. 

“Just like that ‘Kuna…” I begged as I arched my back towards him. My nipples were rubbing against his pecs with each rough move. My legs were barely resisting. My eyes were tearing up from the power his cock held over me. He spanked me a couple of times as a celebration that he gained control over me. He pulled my hair to the side as he grunted to the rhythm of his hips. 

“Sukuna!” I moaned as I drooled over his shoulder. The pressure and stiffness left so good inside of me. My tight pussy hugged his big cock every time he pushed it in. After a couple of wet strokes in, I felt it inside. His thick and warm milk inside of me. It was what I needed to reach the climax. His cum felt like that cup of noodles after training. 

“Shit…” we both moaned as we relaxed our bodies. 

I pulled slowly out of me and laid next to Sukuna on the broken coffee table. Our breathing and gasps filled the silence that always came with every climax. I came back to my senses after what happened. “I just fucked my trainee,” I thought as I closed my eyes, embarrassed. What have I done? I needed to go now. No one could find out. 

“Where’s the bathroom?” I asked in a shy tone as I picked my clothes up from the floor. Sukuna pointed in the direction as he kept lying down on the table. 

I ran to the bathroom and washed my face to fully wake up. I looked straight at my face in the mirror. The face of a slut. I gripped the zinc and sighed out loud. It was already done. I fucked him. It was a one time only thing. There was nothing I could do now. 

“Just live with it,” I said before putting my clothes back on. 

I exited the bathroom and looked for Sukuna to wish him a goodnight. I found him sleeping on the couch in just his bathrobe. “This dumbass will catch a cold,” I thought as I looked for something to cover him up. 

I went to the fancy master bedroom to just grab a decorative blanket. I was just going to grab the blanket and go off, but something caught my eye. There was a Polaroid photo on top of his night stand. It was a cute picture of a little trio. Sukuna, Choso and Yuuji as kids at what appears to be a kickboxing tournament. They were wearing their cute sporty outfits and smiling as they showed their participation medals with pride. I knew he looked adorable. 

Taking important photos everywhere is a habit only sensitive people have, like artists or musicians. I didn’t think Sukuna was the type of guy who kept memories like that. 

Why did Sukuna carry something like this? I thought he hated his brothers. What made him act so cold towards them? I didn’t know, and I couldn't get answers. I didn’t care about the old Sukuna, I just needed the present Sukuna to behave. I placed back the picture where I found it and went back to the living room. 

I placed the blanket on top of his massive body and moved around the cushions to make sure he would sleep well. His eyes shut, his chest going up and down from breathing and his fluffy messy hair was a delight to see. It was the first time I have seen him so relaxed. I wish I could see him more like this so he didn’t have to overwork himself. 

“Why do you have to be an ass to everyone who cares about you?” I thought out loud. 

The next day, under a starlit sky, the UFC Championship Night unfolded with electrifying intensity. The arena, alive with the roars of fans from across the globe who were watching live, set the stage for a night of unmatched athleticism and spirit. Fighters, embodying determination and skill, clashed in the octagon, their every move watched by an enraptured audience. 

Between bouts, the energy never waned, as performances dazzled and discussions flourished among the diverse crowd. The main event, a pinnacle of strategy and strength, held spectators in a spell, culminating in a moment of pure triumph and emotion. As the night waned, the echoes of the event lingered, leaving behind memories of a spectacular evening where sport and spectacle had intertwined beautifully in Dubai.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the event that everyone was waiting for! Give it up for Sukuna “The King of the Ring” Ryomen!” The host welcomed him and his team to the big stage. 

The Search by NF started playing as his anthem. His fans went crazy as he made his great appearance. He flexed his boxing skills with a couple of ghost jabs to warm up to the adrenaline rush of what being on the octagon meant. He looked focused and ready. I knew he was ready. I was confident he could beat Toji. 

After last night, he ignored me the whole day. In the morning run, he avoided me. In the warm-up session, he didn’t even look at me. I didn’t know what I did wrong to deserve his cold treatment, but he followed the schedule I made, so I didn’t have any grounds to be mad at him. My legs could be weak, but my pride was strong. 

After the medical and cheating check up by the referee, he got up on stage. Gojo, Nanami, Yuuji and I put ourselves by his designated corner, ready with our supplies for each round. 

Toji and his staff made their own great entrance, and he got up to the octagon as well. The referee made them get close to recite the rules so they could bump gloves. After that, the real show was about to start. 

“This is a no-blinking fight, everyone!” The commentator announced, and the public went crazy as the two strong fighters were about to clash. My palms started to get sweaty, and my eyes were focused only on him. 

“Fight!” The referee announced, and they threw themselves at each other. 

Punches, jabs and strikes cut the air in the tight space. Toji was the one who was building up his way to Sukuna’s space. He was conquering the fight little by little. Toji knew how strong Sukuna could be, he needed to take his time before he could kill him. After some minutes of teasing and a minute left on the timer, he went full beast mode on him. Sukuna wasn’t doing any offensive, he was just surviving being in the same cage as him. Gojo and Yuuji kept screaming incoherent instructions to him, but the public was so loud that Sukuna probably couldn’t hear him. Ten seconds on the clock and Toji connected a perfect jab to his ribs, taking air out of him.

The bell rang, and the referee separated them. Gojo, Yuuji and I quickly got inside the octagon to assist Sukuna for his next round. 

“I thought you were in the winner’s team,” Toji yelled at me. I ignored him to get to Sukuna. 

“You see what you have done? Are you trying to embarrass me?!” I yelled at Sukuna while Yuuji was showering him with water and put an ice pack on his ribs. My fighter looked at me with a frown. At least he wasn’t ignoring me now. “Now you are listening. You have to get closer. He has longer arms than you, he will rail you in boxing. Go for his legs, man!” I ordered, and he nodded, knowing I was right. “Make me proud, Sukuna.”

The next round started and Toji noticed the change in Sukuna’s attitude. He was wilder and straightforward than before, so he acted accordingly. They had three other rounds, but this was looking like the last one. Toji tried to connect a kick to Sukuna’s ribs, but his opponent took that opportunity to drop him to the ground. The audience stood up to get a better look at what was going on. 

“Get it, Sukuna! Just like we practice!” I yelled at him with the highest pitch I could, so my voice would stand out. 

Sukuna crawled and fought to get to Toji’s neck. “Is he going to do it?” I was shocked. He quickly got onto him to lock his opponent down against the mat with his legs around his neck and torso. Toji tried getting up, just like with Geto in his fight against Sukuna, but he wasn’t going to let him go so easily. Toji growled under his breath. He punched his sides, but Sukuna couldn’t give up. He latched his left leg on his right arm, causing Toji to turn around slowly. 

“Oh my god…” I mumbled without losing eye contact with his physique.

“Is he…?” Gojo thought the same. 

Sukuna made Toji turn on his belly. The black haired reached for his pink head, so he could only choke hold him in between his biceps. The euphoric screams from the audience kept getting louder as the fight got closer to the end. I saw Toji start to breathe with difficulty while his hands tried to loosen up Sukuna’s powerful grasp. He wasn’t going to let what happened in Las Vegas happen again. 

After seconds of contemplating his options to win this, Toji noticed he had zero. It was over. He got him, so he tapped his arms three times to release him himself in defeat. The referee allowed it and Sukuna loosened up. The buzzer went off to indicate the fight was over, and the audience went wild.

“Did you see that?! I taught him how to do that!” I screamed in excitement to Yuuji who was as excited as I was to see his brother keeping his title. 

Sukuna jumped over the fence to better hear the excitement of the public. The whole staff, the cameramen, and round girls entered the octagon to celebrate. The fighters got to the middle and the host announced Sukuna as the clear winner by technical knockout. Sukuna shook hands with Nanami, Gojo and Nanami in celebration. 

“I knew you could do it,” I said, bear hugging him to piss him off. 

To my surprise, he hugged me back. He was sweaty and clammy. His heart was rushing from adrenaline. His arms were trembling from exhaustion. I patted his back to show him my support. A smile appeared on my face when I realized that, for the first time, he was being sweet. 

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Comments on 2x08!!! Well… spoilers, obviously:)

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Being buried like that is my absolute worst fear holy shit

Armand painting himself as the poor little victim makes me livid lol

Louis thinking about what he could havw changed and always arriving at kissing Lestat?!!! 😭😭😭😭

Armand reviving Louis but letting him tonrise by himself *insert middle finger emoji*

Louis going a bit mad - holy shit. sooooooo creepy I love it. And him preparing and getting their asses!!! Sublime!

Thank god Louis takes her diaries and dress 😭

Calling “Francis“ LMAO and with Come To Me toooooo 🙌😈😈

That sliver of light separating Louis and Armand… and Armand just continues to lie….

Sorry not believing the dungeon scene. Lestat just… sitting there? Contemplating and citing Magnus??? Mhhhh. Louis… threatening him and then… passionate kiss and leaving with Armand? That’s…. another Armand fanfic. Sorry, but … lol. No. No way. OR it’s edited and Louis bargained for Lestat‘s life there. As for Claudia’s back then. For example Louis could have burned Lestat there and that is why he was so apprehensive and fearful in SF. But this??? Nahhhhhhh - but: We‘ll see. In s3 apparently ^^ I could also see Louis burning him there or in the theater in a rage, but we’ll see. Anyways: this??? Nope. :)

Also, that blood of Akasha nod is very weird

Ah yes - the disassembly has started 😈

Get him Daniel!!!!!

There goes the broadcasting theory 🤓

And the soldiers!!!!! Yesssss

Not believing the rehearsing btw

LESTAT SAVED LOUISSSSSSSSSS Yesssss baby 🙌 I KNEW IT

Look at them bleeding ears 🥹 (also Armand (supposedly) would have let Louis die. Right. We‘re alllll clear on that, right.)

77 YEARS BASED ON A SEISMIC LIE (ooof!!!!)

Oof Louis is maddddd

Yes get his ass. Also him threatening Armand 👀

Hurricane Odetta! 2021!!!! The crime tour was funny. And then… Moss house. Implied fledgling but… no way

Yeah. Rip my heart out while you’re at it. JAM just have the energy for them. And god… Lestat breaking on remembering Claudia burn 😭 and the embrace on him calling himself her father.

Lestat looks like healing from burns still 👀 (also him using Siri?!!!)

Louis apologizing for making Lestat miserable

Because he didn’t know it was a gift 😭😭😭😭

That embrace. The looks. It’s just raw 😭😭😭

And to leave us like that the BASTARDS!!!!

Daniel!!!! Sweety!!!! Love the sass!!!Look at your eyes!!!! But yeah no, Armand did not turn you out of spite lol

But - calling it: contested NOLA meeting (OR Lestat is in Dubai either Louis)

Louis (supposedly) returning to Dubai alone… I get it. Louis needs to find himself. And honestly?? After Claudia asking him who he is outside of Claudia and Lestat? To say: “I own the night“????? ROCKS. 🙌🙌🙌

Also: Louis challenging the other vampires to come and get him - well - with the s3 announcement??? - HERE COMES THE VAMPIRE LESTAT!!!

I‘m not crying and grinning happily, you are…

*sniffs*

Episode Insider:

Jacob texting that pic - LMAO

Assad: All lf the facade […] has been shown to be a complete lie

Jacob: Lestat would have saved Claudia if he‘d had the energy 😭

Jacob: There’s things said at the end that nobody will ever know other than me and Sam. RIP ME 💀

OKAY. I‘m … good. Happy. Satisfied. Season 3 - here we fucking come!!!!

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The fact there's so many holes, and even contradictions, that are never followed up on in the Paris arc of the story just goes to show how much Daniel was actually thrown back off his game, like they'd planned to. And I keep having to wonder why they did it? Both of them wanted to have there be holes, and covers in the story for what? And I think what it comes down to is it would reveal things about both of them that neither want the world to hear. I don't think it matters so much as the result, and it didn't stop Daniel from finding truths and contradictions anyway. Those showed to Louis that whatever shared blame for anything involved there he ever felt, was a complete waste of his energy he had no time for anymore, when Armand was ten million times more to blame. And had hurt him, repeatedly. Regardless of any actual fact with regards to Paris, or what really happened there.

Which I think would align up with how the book quotes it from Louis. "You could've told me anything about Paris, Armand. Long before now, it wouldn't have mattered." It honestly shows that Armand had a lot more to hide and feel sorry for than Louis ever did. And Armand had really no right to feel sorry for it either. Again in the book. "Don't tell me you have been feeling pain for all this, not you." And after Armand looks wounded by the accusation. "You can't convince me you care about this." Which Armand very clearly doesn't, in the show. He runs out there to recover himself, not Louis. It still doesn't matter what the facts are, and he's running out there to heal all his guilt that Louis simply can not carry along with him anymore.

So yes, is this what you found when you went looking for yourself? Louis Du Lac, getting results. I'd say... Yeah. Cause it really doesn't matter what the real truth of what happened is, Louis can not hold for Armand's blame in things, when Armand, whenever it suits him, can easily pretend to be more blameless. I don't think Armand ever fed it to him that he should be more at blame for things than he was showing already he was, though it is something he does as well, even unintentionally, even if Louis agreed to it. Where the blame is doesn't even matter either, so much as the constant trying to mess with it. The result of that.

He can not lie to himself anymore either that he wants to keep up the mirage of what this all kept up for, which was to 'kill' Lestat. He doesn't hate him, and would like to see him. The end result is he leaves Armand and does. He's just free to do so without feeling ashamed for it. Like he needs to be blamed for it either.

But other characters, definitely, do care more about the details of what's correct. Daniel does. Lestat and Armand do. Louis so deeply not caring about it anymore he won't even read the book. He's taking life now as it comes, in full acceptance of that result. He's a vampire, he lives in Dubai, he can kill you, and he owns the night. Nothing else so much matters especially, just to know and feel who he really is, unburdened by things he should never have had to burden. He can forgive himself, finally.

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the priory of the orange tree: romantic-era piano music where notes fall like tinkling glass. laced corsets and ink-stained fingers, walks in rose gardens and delicate mouthfuls of fruit. dragon-patterned day dresses. perfectionism, and the gradual unlearning of it. “the orange” by wendy cope. a reflection in the polished blade of a sword. happiness so fleeting it feels like glass. watching milk unfurl in a cup of black tea. precise steps, pristine words chosen carefully. a life in your grasp you once never even dared dream of.

red, white, and royal blue: working on a project you’re passionate about. the pulsing bass line of music spilling from an open window. never quite feeling like you’re good enough. never quite knowing when to stop. fireworks on new year’s eve. the energy of organizing and protesting and wringing change from the world. “the hill we climb” by amanda gorman. murals sprawling on brick walls and city blocks. dreams of tokyo, dubai, rio, paris. speeding down a highway as dusk darkens to night, sunroof open, ice rattling in the drink in the cupholder.

carry on: the long and languid days of summer. comfort in a childhood book series, tv show, comic strip. making your older sister laugh. colorful embroidery, scribbled notes in geography textbooks, extra sugar in lemonade. an odd nostalgia for something you never had. well-worn jeans and roads and recipe books. the cheese pull on that first forkful of oven-baked mac ‘n cheese. walking barefoot down a sidewalk covered in pink chalk. wanting desperately to be happy.

we set the dark on fire: the hypnotic stare of embers waiting to burst into flame. cupping rich, dark earth in your palms and letting it crumble through. violets in dead grass. standing on the precipice of living for the first time. the opening bar of your favorite song, the reverb of a gunshot in fog. dancing for the sheer joy of moving your body. the rasp in your throat from running too far, too fast, too soon. lightning storms at sunrise, the sky bleeding red as rain pounds in torrents. the burn of newfound pride in your history, culture, family, identity.

a gentleman’s guide to vice & virtue: the undercurrent of meaning in a piece of literature you can’t quite grasp. one or two dearly cherished friends. peeling gold filigree and distant chamber music. shying away from anything that could hurt you in hopes that something in you will heal. sea shanties in lilting accents and gravelly voices. muddy riding boots, curling eyelashes, windswept skies. unexpected thoughtful gifts. the satisfying click of a lock. thinking about running away, changing your life; never quite brave enough to do it.

[hubofconsciousness]

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Dubai flooding prompts orders to 'stay at home' after city gets 2 years of rain in one day

Apr. 16, 2024 - Fox Weather

DUBAI, United Arab Emirates – In just one day, two years of rain fell on Dubai, triggering flash flooding that crippled a city not accustomed to rain.

The desert city has seen 6.26 inches of rain as of Tuesday night local time. According to the UAE National Center of Meteorology, the city gets 3.14 inches on average every year...

Someone's towerbusting...

After seeing this article and visiting the UAE National Center of Meteorology site and seeing "cloud seeding" as one of the sections, I thought they will probably take credit for the rain by saying they did cloud seeding operations. Sure enough...

Cloud seeding would only have increased already existent rain by 8-15%, so that is definitely not the cause. UAE started cloud seeding in 2002, the year Georg Ritschl started gifting orgonite in Africa. They have taken credit for the rain all along, but someone is definitely doing orgone energy work out there.

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Spiritual Wellness: Wealth Of Wellness

Get ready to learn about the spiritual wellness solutions that we at Wealth of Wellness, the wellness retreat in Dubai offer. We offer hydrafacial treatment as well.

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Wellness Wonders: Swedish, Aromatherapy, and Lomi Lomi Massages in Dubai's Spa Haven

Whether you're a resident looking for a regular escape or a visitor seeking a pampering experience, understanding the differences between Swedish massage, aromatherapy massage, and Lomi Lomi massages can help you choose the perfect treatment for your needs.

Swedish Massage: A Timeless Journey to Relaxation

Let's start our exploration with Swedish massage, often regarded as the classic choice for relaxation seekers worldwide. In Dubai, Swedish massage takes on a luxurious touch, combining long, flowing strokes with gentle kneading and rhythmic tapping motions. The goal? To ease muscle tension, improve circulation, and promote an overall sense of well-being.

As you step into a spa in Dubai offering Swedish massage, you'll be greeted with a tranquil ambiance and expert therapists ready to whisk you away on a journey of relaxation. The techniques used in Swedish massage are designed to target specific muscle groups while ensuring a deeply soothing experience. It's ideal for those seeking a gentle yet effective massage that melts away stress and leaves you feeling rejuvenated.

Aromatherapy Massage: Scented Bliss in the Heart of Dubai

Now, let's turn our attention to aromatherapy massage, a sensory journey that adds an extra layer of luxury to your spa experience in Dubai. Imagine being enveloped in fragrant clouds of essential oils like lavender, rosemary, or citrus blends as skilled hands work their magic on your body. Aromatherapy massage combines the therapeutic benefits of touch with the healing properties of aromatic oils, creating a harmonious union of scent and sensation.

Whether you're seeking a moment of calm amidst Dubai's bustling energy or looking to enhance your spa experience with a touch of luxury, aromatherapy massage caters to your senses and your well-being. It's a delightful way to indulge in scented bliss while reaping the therapeutic rewards that essential oils have to offer.

Lomi Lomi Massage: Embracing Aloha Spirit in Dubai

For those craving a holistic experience that goes beyond physical relaxation, Lomi Lomi massage brings the spirit of aloha to Dubai's spa scene. Originating from Hawaii, Lomi Lomi is more than just a massage—it's a dance of harmony between the practitioner, the recipient, and the natural rhythms of life.

In Dubai, where diversity and cultural richness are celebrated, Lomi Lomi massage resonates with those seeking a deeper connection to themselves and the world around them. It's a transformative journey that integrates body, mind, and spirit, leaving you feeling aligned, rejuvenated, and filled with the aloha spirit of love and harmony.

Choosing Your Perfect Spa Experience in Dubai

Now that we've explored the nuances of Swedish, aromatherapy, and Lomi Lomi massages in Dubai, how do you choose the perfect spa experience for yourself? Here are some factors to consider:

Your Goals: Are you looking for relaxation, stress relief, pain management, or a holistic healing experience?

Your Preferences: Do you prefer gentle strokes, scented aromas, or rhythmic movements? Consider what resonates with you.

Your Needs: Are there specific areas of tension or discomfort that you'd like the massage to address?

By understanding your goals, preferences, and needs, you can communicate effectively with your massage therapist and tailor the experience to suit you perfectly. Whether you opt for the timeless elegance of Swedish massage, the scented bliss of aromatherapy, or the holistic harmony of Lomi Lomi, Dubai's spas offer a diverse range of experiences to cater to every wellness enthusiast.

Your Journey to Wellness Awaits in Dubai

So, take a moment to breathe deeply, listen to your body's needs, and treat yourself to a spa experience that uplifts your senses, nourishes your soul, and leaves you feeling refreshed and revitalized. Your journey to wellness begins in Dubai, where every massage is a celebration of relaxation, harmony, and the beauty of self-care.

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What is Craniosacral Therapy? - How it Works

Craniosacral therapy may be the solution for you if you're seeking for a non-invasive and gentle therapy to reduce stress and enhance your general health. We shall define craniosacral therapy, describe how it functions, and outline what to anticipate from Madhavi's Srtworks Craniosacral Treatment in Dubai in this blog article.

What is Craniosacral Therapy?

In the alternative therapy known as craniosacral therapy, the joints in the skull, spine, and pelvis are gently moved. The cerebrospinal fluid that surrounds the brain and spinal cord is thought to produce a regular pulse that can be felt throughout the body, which is the foundation of this theory.

Pain and discomfort can result from disruptions in this pulse, known as the craniosacral rhythm, caused by physical or mental stress. Craniosacral treatment works to reestablish rhythm and advance healing by gently adjusting the joints and tissues of the craniosacral system.

Read more..  History of Spiritual Response Therapy

How Does Craniosacral Therapy Work?

You will lie down completely clothed during a craniosacral therapy session while the therapist utilises light touch to evaluate the rhythm of the craniosacral system and pinpoint any areas of tension or restriction. After that, the therapist would employ mild methods to relieve the stress and reestablish the rhythm.

In craniosacral treatment, mild touch, holding, and moderate pressure are some of the techniques employed. Verbal cues may also be used by the therapist to encourage you to unwind and let go of stress.

What Are the Benefits of Craniosacral Therapy?

Craniosacral therapy can be beneficial for many conditions, including headaches, migraines, chronic pain, anxiety, depression, and post-traumatic stress disorder. It can also help improve overall health and well-being by promoting relaxation, reducing stress, and boosting the immune system. What to expect from Madhavi's craniosacral therapy in Dubai 

Madhavi's Artworks is one of the leading providers of craniosacral therapy in Dubai. Our experienced therapists use gentle, non-invasive methods to help you achieve optimal health and well-being. During your session, you can expect to feel relaxed and comfortable as our therapists work to release tension and restore craniosacral tone.

Whether you suffer from chronic pain, anxiety, or just want to improve your overall health, Craniosacral Therapy at Madhavi's Works in Dubai can help. Contact us today to schedule your appointment and begin your journey to better health. 

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