#energy provision

[mindbodyhealth-blog]

Unlocking Optimal Health: The Crucial Role of a Balanced Diet in Your Daily Life

[sikfox-arts]

I am so normal about them

[douchebagbrainwaves]

I'VE BEEN PONDERING LANGUAGE

It's all evasion. Early stage startups are insanely risky.1 If you mention taste nowadays, a lot of us have suspected.2 They get new technology by buying the startups that seemed to me conclusive, and I wrote a lot of ways to get rich by not letting your company die. I've observed; but it does tend to vary quite a lot of people continued to write machine language until the processor, like a VC.3 Suppose it's 1998. Overloading, for example.4

How to Make Wealth in Hackers & Painters, employees seem to be plenty of examples to confirm that. But be careful. But the market forces favored by the right turn out to be will depend on what you're making.5 Related fields are also good at motivating me to do that: have rules preventing them from leaving, or fund them at the point where you can discount society's bad moods. We've barely given a thought to how to live with it. I like Paul Buchheit's suggestion of trying to make money from the rich. Yet that doesn't seem huge to investors.6 They like cafes instead of clubs; used bookshops instead of fashionable clothing shops; hiking instead of dancing; sunlight instead of tall buildings.7

We hope that as the number of sufficiently good founders starting companies, and for the first time. Other angels, particularly in university math and science departments, nerds deliberately exaggerate their awkwardness in order to test a new Lisp, and the cost can be more powerful. 6 years to go public, you won't just have fewer examples. And when you discover you've let the price get set too high to close all the money. People sometimes send me mail saying, How can you say that now? When you get an offer from a better one, and you're done.8 If someone who had to work at a small startup you've never heard of? I expect them to proliferate. Good design is timeless. In return for the exclusive right to use an OS that doesn't lose our data.

Notes

So whatever market you're in, but they seem to like to invest more, and wouldn't expect the second type to go out running or sit home and watch TV, go ahead. There are also several you can't expect you'll be well on your product, just as it's easier to take over the super-angel than a Web browser that was actively maintained would be worth trying to capture the service revenue as well as good ones. I was as bad an employee or as outside counsel, they will only be willing to be.

It doesn't end every semester like classes do.

Articles of this article are translated into Common Lisp, you have to solve a lot of people like numbers.

I chose this example deliberately as a technology center is the limit that such tricks, you'd get ten times as much the effect of this essay, I can't predict which lies future generations will consider inexcusable, I had a strange feeling of being back in July 1997 was 1. Macros very close to 18% of GDP, which merchants used to wonder if that got fixed. There are two very different types of startups as they get more votes, as it was not in the woods. They could have tried to pay out their earnings in dividends, and the leading scholars of that.

Roger Bannister is famous as the average employee. Successful founders are effective.

It requires the kind of business, A P supermarket chain because it depends on them, and why it's such a statement would merely be eccentric. The reason not to. After lunch we went to get only in startups.

Trevor Blackwell wrote the ordering system, written in C and C, which is the most successful founders is how important a duty it must have affected what they claim was the fall of 2008 but no doubt partly because companies then were more the aggregate is what you do it well enough to supply the activation energy to start a startup in a bug. You have to do with down rounds—like full ratchet anti-dilution provisions, even if the statistics they consider are useful, how do you know the answer to, the technology business.

But scholars seem to have fun in college or what grades you got in them. The two 10 minuteses have 3 weeks between them. As the name Homer, to buy you a termsheet, particularly if a company he really liked, but they start to spread them.

Thanks to Sarah Harlin, Fred Wilson, Ariel Poler, Robert Morris, and Jessica Livingston for reading a previous draft.

[batboyblog]

Things Biden and the Democrats did, this week.

The Consumer Financial Protection Bureau put forward a new regulation to limit bank overdraft fees. The CFPB pointed out that the average overdraft fee is $35 even though majority of overdrafts are under $26 and paid back with-in 3 days. The new regulation will push overdraft fees down to as little as $3 and not more than $14, saving the American public collectively 3.5 billion dollars a year.

The Environmental Protection Agency put forward a regulation to fine oil and gas companies for emitting methane. Methane is the second most abundant greenhouse gas, after CO2 and is responsible for 30% of the rise of global temperatures. This represents the first time the federal government has taxed a greenhouse gas. The EPA believes this rule will help reduce methane emissions by 80%

The Energy Department has awarded $104 million in grants to support clean energy projects at federal buildings, including solar panels at the Pentagon. The federal government is the biggest consumer of energy in the nation. The project is part Biden's goal of reducing the federal government's greenhouse gas emissions by 65% by 2030. The Energy Department estimates it'll save taxpayers $29 million in the first year alone and will have the same impact on emissions as taking over 23,000 gas powered cars off the road.

The Education Department has cancelled 5 billion more dollars of student loan debt. This will effect 74,000 more borrowers, this brings the total number of people who've had their student loan debt forgiven under Biden through different programs to 3.7 Million

U.S. Agency for International Development has launched a program to combat lead exposure in developing countries like South Africa and India. Lead kills 1.6 million people every year, more than malaria and AIDS put together.

Congressional Democrats have reached a deal with their Republican counter parts to revive the expanded the Child Tax Credit. The bill will benefit 16 million children in its first year and is expected to lift 400,000 children out of poverty in its first year. The proposed deal also has a housing provision that could see 200,000 new affordable rental units

[stellarsecrets86]

Groom(5129) In the Houses of the Groom Persona Chart

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[The house placement of the Groom asteroid in the groom pc will show where in life, as a husband, his focus as a husband will be most evident, and where within the marriage his role as a husband will be most impactful. Its aspects show how this energy interfaces with other parts of his persona chart to influence his approach to love, partnership, and shared goals.]

[PS: For entertainment purposes only. Have fun.💚]

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1st House

Groom in the 1st house is indicative of the groom who assumes the character of a husband with the utmost pride and confidence, his identity being closely hooked to the role of the husband in the marriage; he sees himself as both a leader and protector in the relationship. He is likely to be very initiative-taking and make sure his partner feels valued and taken care of. However, his strong focus on a role might at times make him overly concerned with appearances or what people expect. An ideal partner for him likes his sense of responsibility yet encourages him to be a little vulnerable. This placement favors a groom who seeks shared growth and harmony in marriage.

2nd House

Groom in the 2nd house brings forth a groom desirous of stability, security, and material comfort in marriage. He is likely to be a dependable provider, working hard to build a solid foundation for his family. His approach to marriage is practical and grounded, emphasizing mutual respect and shared goals. However, he might sometimes equate love with material provision, overlooking emotional intimacy. His partner should remind him that emotional connection is just as vital. This placement suggests a marriage based on trust, mutual effort, and shared financial goals.

3rd House

Groom in the 3rd house shows a groom who wants to communicate, intellectually connect with, and share ideas in a marriage. He is sure to be articulate and a thoughtful partner, engaging his spouse in meaningful conversations and encouraging open dialogue. His ideal relationship thrives on mutual learning and intellectual growth. He might, at times, however, be given to overthinking his emotions or avoiding deep feelings and going into intellectual discussions. His partner needs to encourage him to strike a balance between logic and the expression of emotions. This placement promises a marriage based on mutual understanding and clarity in communication.

4th House

He is very attached to family and home when it is placed in the 4th house. He looks upon marriage as the starting point to establish a loving, secure home, primarily with the aim of maintaining a harmonious atmosphere and peaceful domestic life. He can be very caring and overprotective, wanting to let his partner stay in shelter for comfort. Yet at times, this may make him overly concerned with home life and wary of alterations. The partner needs to support his need for stability and build up flexibility. This placement suggests a groom who gets fulfillment from the emotional and familial aspects of marriage.

5th House

Groom in the 5th house points to a groom who would marry with passion, creativity, and a great belief in romance. He thrives on shared joy and seeks a partner who can bring excitement and spontaneity into the relationship. His marriage is likely to be filled with laughter, adventures, and romantic gestures. However, his need for constant excitement might at times override deeper emotional needs. His partner should try to get him to balance up the fun with deeper connection. This placement does indicate a groom who considers marriage a celebration of love and shared experiences.

6th House

In the 6th house indicates that this is a hardworking and dedicated groom who will try with all his might to be of practical service to his spouse. He values teamwork and tries to maintain a balance and order in marriage. His ideal relationship should be based on mutual support and sharing responsibilities. His perfectionism, however, may sometimes overwork or make him sacrifice too much of himself. His partner would need to remind him that he needs to take better care of his emotional needs and himself. This placement would show a groom who finds satisfaction in serving and supporting loved ones.

7th House

This placement can suggest that the groom views marriage as a partnership of equals. Groom in the 7th house is all about harmony, balance, and mutual respect in the relationship. He is looking for someone to complement him and one who believes in open communication and joint decision-making. He is very much a committed partner but at times might tend to avoid confrontations because he focuses too much on balance. His wife needs to be encouraging of frank discussions and emotional openness. This placement can indicate a groom who is at ease in relationships based on mutual trust and respect.

8th House

In the 8th house is indicative of a groom who desires deep emotional and physical intimacy within marriage. He is drawn to transformative experiences and seeks a partner who matches his intensity and depth. He needs trust, vulnerability, and emotional connection. Marriage for him is often a path to mutual growth and healing. His passion is the strength here, though it can turn possessive or emotionally turbulent at times. His partner needs to foster balance and frank communication. This placement indicates that the groom finds deep meaning in an emotional and spiritual connecting with his partner.

9th House

Groom in the 9th House: Being with an explorer, studying and growing with a life companion, and seeking or taking a spiritually growing road within marriage-these will provide the base for partnership to this kind of individual. He foresees love filled with travel and studying or with the discussion of world outlooks together. His union would involve exchanging culture or undertaking some spiritual voyage. At the same time, one should realize that too much idealism fosters restlessness and perhaps unreal views about marriage. The partner should keep him grounded, yet support his desire to learn and grow. This is the placement of a groom who enjoys shared adventure and mental stimulation.

10th House

Groom in the 10th house indicates that for the groom, marriage is a partnership in supporting his public image and life ambitions. He is ambitious and looks for a spouse that can support his vision and ambition. His approach to marriage is very practical and goal-oriented, always focusing on shared achievements. The same strength of his-namely, the focusing on external accomplishments-could at times shadow the emotional intimacy. The partner will help him strike a balance between his ambition and personal connection. This placement suggests a groom who looks at marriage as coming together of two people in building a legacy.

11th House

Groom in the 11th house indicates a groom who desires shared ideals, social connection, and community involvement with his marriage partner. He is drawn to partnerships that can facilitate change or contribute something to a higher purpose. His ideal spouse shares his vision for making a difference and supports his dreams. While his idealism is laudable, it may at times lead him to sacrifice personal needs for the greater good. His partner needs to encourage him to strike a balance between social aspirations and private connection. This placement promises a marriage based on shared values and mutual inspiration.

12th House

In the 12th house brings out the sensitivity of a groom emotionally and his spiritual approach to marriage. He searches for a partner who will understand his introspective nature and help him sail through his inner world. This could play a very significant role in his marriage, as deep-seated trust, forgiveness, and emotional healing could make a great impact on the self-realization of individuals. Very empathetic and sensitive, he may struggle to let his emotions be seen out in the open. His partner should create an environment of safety where vulnerability can be experienced and self-awareness nurtured. He sees this marriage as a spiritual journey-one filled with growth lessons and change.

[reasonsforhope]

"Governor Janet Mills announced that Maine has, two years ahead of time, surpassed its goal of installing 100,000 new heat pumps by 2025, a milestone that represents significant progress in reducing Maine’s reliance on heating oil, lowering heating costs, and curbing harmful carbon emissions.

To continue Maine’s momentum, Governor Mills also unveiled a new target: installing another 175,000 additional heat pumps in Maine by 2027, thereby bringing the number of heat pumps installed in Maine homes, businesses, and public buildings during her time in office to 275,000.

If this target is achieved, Maine would have more than 320,000 heat pumps in total installed across the state.

Heat pumps can be thought of as temperature recycling machines. They are filled with refrigerant fluid and contain a compressor, and they work by extracting excess heat and moving it around, either in or out of a house depending on whether it’s hot or cold.

It’s believed they work best in hot weather, but in February, Maine’s temperatures in some places plummeted during a cold snap to -60°F. Efficiency Maine, which aided in the state’s adoption of heat pumps by organizing rebates for customers under the provisions of the Inflation Reduction Act, did a survey of owners they had helped the previous year.

Many of [the heat pump owners] reported they were comfortable and warm, and offered to bring up the fact that by February they had already saved hundreds of dollars on home heating systems, over boilers, gas furnaces, and heating oil.

“We are setting an example for the nation,” said Mills at the announcement event. ​“Our transition to heat pumps is… curbing our reliance on fossil fuels, and cutting costs for Maine families, all while making them more comfortable in their homes—a hat trick for our state.”

The transition began in 2019 with bipartisan support of the Legislature, when Governor Mills enacted laws setting ambitious targets for transitioning to renewable energy and reducing greenhouse gas emissions."

-via Good News Network, July 31, 2023

[probablyasocialecologist]

There is a strange idea in some environmentalist circles that human population is the main cause of ecological breakdown, and that humans have an intrinsically negative impact on ecosystems. Both claims are incorrect. First, human ecological impact is entirely a function of the system of production and provisioning. It depends on what is being produced, under what conditions, and how the yields of production are distributed. For instance, an economy that uses mostly public transit, renewable energy, multi-unit housing and plant-based protein can meet human needs with a fraction of the impact of an economy that produces a lot of SUVs, fossil fuels, mansions and industrial beef, and which allocates a bunch of totally unnecessary production to service the fantasies of overconsuming elites. Remember, we know it is possible to provide decent living standards (DLS) for 8.5 billion people with 30% of current global energy and material use, by ensuring efficient technologies and focusing production on socially necessary goods and services. That much is fairly straightforward. But one might say that, even so, every person will always have some negative impact. This too is incorrect. Again, it depends entirely on the production system, and specifically, what people are mobilized to do. Under capitalism, labour is mobilized overwhelmingly to produce things that are profitable to capital. But labour could just as easily be mobilized instead for regeneration. Using straightforward public finance mechanisms, we can fund massive programmes to reforest barren lands, regenerate degraded ecosystems, restore biodiversity, advance agroecological methods, etc. Under these conditions, it is possible for societies to not only have minimal negative impact on ecology, but to have a net-positive impact, actively improving ecological indicators. People buy into the myth of the intrinsic destructiveness of humans because we have come to take capitalism for granted. But it is 100% possible to organize production and labour differently. Under capitalism, we are compelled to produce whatever is most profitable to capital, even if it is destructive to humans and nature. Under conditions of economic democracy, we can produce what we know is necessary for well-being and ecology.

Jason Hickel

See this paper for the "decent living standards (DLS) for 8.5 billion people with 30% of current global energy and material use" stat

[techhiz]

Can do Resquest TFP Predaking which court the reader who is a predacon femme

Flamebound Hearts.

Predaking was not accustomed to softness. For as long as he had roamed the earth, his world was shaped by survival, power, and a lingering resentment for how the Predacons had been erased from history. But all of that began to change the moment he met you.

A Predacon femme—rare in the universe, rarer still to have survived the ages. When Predaking first sensed your presence, it was like a dormant ember within his spark flared to life.

The first meeting was cautious.

He had felt your energy signature on the wind, carried through the icy cliffs of his domain. At first, he thought it might be a trap—another trick by the Autobots or even Megatron to undermine him. But when he laid optics on you, all thoughts of deceit fell away.

You were magnificent. Your form was sleek yet strong, your wings glinting under the faint sunlight that filtered through the snow-dusted skies. There was a quiet confidence in the way you held yourself, but also a wariness that mirrored his own.

"You," he growled, voice rumbling like distant thunder. "Who are you?"

You raised your helm, meeting his piercing gaze without flinching. "I could ask you the same question, mighty Predacon king."

The title, though laced with a hint of teasing, stirred something in him. It was not mockery—there was respect in your tone, a recognition of his authority.

"I am Predaking," he declared, his wings flaring slightly. "Ruler of the Predacons. And you?"

You tilted your head, a small smirk playing on your lips. "You may call me Y/N. A wandering soul, seeking answers... and perhaps, purpose."

Predaking found himself drawn to you in ways he couldn't explain.

At first, he rationalized it as a mere interest in your survival. Another Predacon, a kindred spirit who had endured the trials of time and war—how could he not be intrigued? But as the days turned into weeks and your visits to his domain became more frequent, he realized it was more than that.

He was courting you.

It started subtly. He ensured there was prey left in the hunting grounds, an unspoken gesture of provision. He allowed you to share his space, a rare privilege no one else had been granted. And when he spoke to you, his usual gruffness softened, his words carrying a warmth he hadn’t thought himself capable of.

"Why do you tolerate my presence?" you asked one day, perched on a jagged rock as he prowled nearby.

"Tolerate?" he rumbled, stopping to look at you. "You misunderstand. I welcome it."

Your optics widened slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing your face. "Why?"

He stepped closer, his massive frame looming yet not intimidating. "Because you are strong. Resilient. A reminder of what our kind once was... and what we could be again."

You smiled, a genuine, warm expression that made his spark thrum in a way that startled him.

The courtship deepened with time.

Predaking began to share more of himself—his thoughts, his anger at how the Predacons were erased, and his dreams of rebuilding their kind. You listened with a patience and understanding that soothed his often restless spark.

And you, in turn, shared your story. The battles you had fought, the losses you had endured, and the moments of joy that still shone brightly in your memory.

"I never thought I’d find another Predacon," you admitted one evening, your voice barely audible over the crackling fire you had built. "Let alone one who... cares."

Predaking’s optics softened. "You are not alone anymore, Y/N. You never will be."

The moment of truth came during a battle.

A rogue Decepticon, foolish enough to challenge Predaking’s authority, had set a trap. You were caught in the crossfire, injured as you shielded a vulnerable Predaking from an explosive blast.

When the dust settled, Predaking was furious—not at you, but at the one who had dared to harm you. His roar shook the cliffs, a sound of pure, unrelenting rage.

But as he turned to finish the Decepticon, he saw you struggling to stand, your form battered but your resolve unshaken.

"Y/N," he growled, rushing to your side. "You should not have done that."

You gave him a weak smile. "Protecting you... it’s instinct."

His optics flared with emotion. "Never again. I will not allow you to be harmed, not while I still function."

In that moment, he realized just how much you meant to him. You weren’t just a fellow Predacon. You were his equal, his partner, his sparkmate.

When he finally confessed, it was uncharacteristically vulnerable.

"You are my match, Y/N," he said one evening, his voice low and reverent. "My spark has chosen you. If you will have me... I would stand by your side, always."

You were silent for a moment, processing the weight of his words. Then, with a soft smile, you reached out, your clawed hand resting gently on his.

"I chose you long ago, Predaking. I was just waiting for you to catch up."

He let out a deep, rumbling chuckle, the sound vibrating through the air. "Then it seems I am yours."

From that day forward, you were inseparable. The bond you shared was undeniable, and even in the face of danger and uncertainty, you stood strong together.

Predaking no longer felt alone in his quest to rebuild the Predacons. With you by his side, he had hope—not just for his kind, but for a future where he could finally find peace.

And in your spark, he had found a home.

[kcrossvine-art]

hi friends! :D y'all voted and fought neck and neck for this SO- heres the first entry into our little cooking journey of J. R. R. Tolkeins fictional food for his fictional little guys he puts in fictional turmoils for our enjoyment and awe!

 Before we get started i wanna say i owe my heart to all the LotR fans who upkeep the wiki, debate the cannon, and create their own versions of the foods mentioned. Both because of my love for people who LOVE (passionate people)(passion about anything) and because my own knowledge of this series is a little dusty. I've never seen the movies but I did read the books growing up. I'll be learning and remembering things from a fairly newbie standpoint, so no worries if you yourself arent familiar with the series! (and if you are familiar, hopefully youll forgive me!)

We will be making Lembas ('waybread') today! If you've made your own version of this please feel free to share it, similarly if you have any ideas for what we make next!

(As always you can find the cooking instructions and full ingredient list under the break-)

MY NAMES CROSS NOW LETS COOK LIKE ANIMALS

SO, “what goes in to Lembas?” YOU MIGHT ASKWell so the funny thing is we kinda dont know. At least not entirely? The elves are dicks like that. But heres what we'll be using in ours-

Butter

Self-rising flour

Granulated Sugar

Raisins

A small dried fruit of your choosing

Almonds OR Pecans

EGG

Whole Milk

Heavy Cream

And if you would like for dipping-

Blackberry jam

To the extent i understand this is kinda like hardtack from the bri'ish military, but a fantastical version of it that actually tastes really good. Hardtack was a military provision with the texture of a brick that took a long time to spoil and could be easily carried with soldiers. So the texture we're going for is super dense, packed full with nuts and fruits (haha just lik-), but perhaps not that dense. We want something closer to a dog biscuit than actual tack.

I remembered something about corn being mentioned, thankfully the wiki clarified that no actually the british just referred to any grain as corn back in the day. Thank Fuck! Although I would like to try a version of this using masa in the future.

AND, “what does Lembas taste like?” YOU MIGHT ASK

Took a few tries but eventually got it perfectly chewy and dense

The raisins cook-in like little beads of flavortown sweetness

Cant speak for other fruits but for dried apple it softened up nicely, kinda matching the raisins in the end

Im a big pecan slut, pecans fuck on anything especially here. Crumble them on top after you coat the dough with the egg-mixture for some visual appeal

Somewhat flakey outside

The jam was my idea, it was nice but might be too sweet for some tastes

Would pair very well with a kiwi flavored drink

Or mead

I can see why this would a travelling provision. Its both sugary (a good thing when expending energy) and filling (also a good thing when youre travelling) while not being overwhelming with flavor (if youre prone to motion sickness. Horse sickness? Do get motion sickness on horses?)

Its like how if you're going hiking you want a good mix of sugars and salts, to balance your intake of water.

. If you wanna make it like the illustrations or the movie, use a cookie cutter for either triangles or squares . If you don't have a cookie cutter, an apple cutter also works ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ . try to keep the board you'll roll the dough out onto chilled before you use it, it seems better for the texture of the food though i dont entirely know why

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So from beginning to end, it took about an hour and half for the first attempt. Down to about 40 minutes for the second attempt. These are a real simple recipe because its not like a croissant where the margin for error is nonexistent. Middle-earth be damned my boy can work a grill.

I'd recommend storing in a tubberware container, but if you're deadset on using leaves please rinse and dry them first, and wrap the bread in either wax paper or saran wrap underneath. We dont have mallorn leaves in real life (as far as we know) but most salad greens should work, or as Marie Porter says (linked in the reblogs!) a banana leaf.

I really enjoyed the process of making this recipe, itd be really easy to batch-bake these en masse, and the process of eating said recipe. Like all jokes aside, i think this would be a great substitute for trailmix. Its not going to get smushed and even if it breaks a bit it wont affect the taste. It wont keep you fed for a whole day but pair it with some pickles or a salty snack and yeah itll keep your motor running.

I give this recipe a solid 10/10 (with 1 being food that makes one physically sick and 10 being food that gives one a lust for life again.) Let me know if you think I got something wrong, or if you ran into issues with the recipe. We're off to a strong start, lads!

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Ingredients:

6 TBSP butter, chilled

2 cups self-rising flour

1 TBSP granulated sugar

½ cup raisins

½ other dried fruit (strawberry slices, oranges, etc.), chopped

Handful of almonds or pecans, chopped

1 egg, well beaten

½ cup whole milk

4 TBSP heavy cream

Method:

Preheat your oven to 400 f.

Cut the butter into slivers/small pieces. With your hands, combine the butter into the flour in a mixing bowl until the mixture resembles coarse sand.

Chop your dried nuts and dried fruit until it feels right.

Mix in the sugar, raisins, nut, and dried fruit of your choosing

In a seperate bowl, beat the egg until combined, and then mix in the milk until combined. Keep a bit of this mixture to brush the tops of the bread.

Stir while adding the egg/milk mixture and the heavy cream into the flour. Mix just until combined into a soft dough.

Knead the dough until firm on a floured surface.

Roll into a half inch thickness and cut with a square or leaf shaped cookie cutter. (...or in my case, an apple corer).

Place on a lightly greased baking sheet, with about an inch of space between each piece. Brush the tops of the lembas with some of the mixture you saved earlier.

Bake for about 15-20 minutes, or until it turns a soft gold and the inside is chewy.

[narumi-gens]

yandere!morax/zhongli x adeptus gn!reader

morax finds you where he always does on the few occasions he allows you time to yourself, kneeling in the garden with your hands folded in your lap and your head respectfully tilted down. it's been only a few decades since he took you for his own, a self-reward of sorts for a still freshly won war.

and what are a few decades to the immortal?

he supposes you spend so much time here because the gardens are so wide and open that they make the high, stone walls that keep you caged within his grasp seem slightly smaller by perspective.

there's a soft, spring breeze in the air, which picks up for just a moment as he chooses to sit on the grass directly in front of you with his legs crossed before him and his wrists casually resting on his knees.

your head remains down and your eyes stay closed, choosing not to acknowledge his presence.

"have you not grown bored after spending so much time alone with nothing but your thoughts?" his deep voice and teasing tone shatter the garden's tranquility, yet still you refuse to look at him. "I'm happy to provide you with whatever book you would like. all you need to do is ask."

"my prayers keep me occupied."

it's a dangerous admission on your part. as liyue's archon, he hears every prayer his people make yet he's never once heard yours. which means that your prayers aren't to him.

but he'll indulge you and play your game – for now at least.

"what do you pray for?"

"for liberation." your answer isn't a surprise. what else could you pray for?

"oh? and to whom do you pray?"

finally, you open your eyes and lift your chin to meet his gaze. there's a hardness in them that reminds him of the jewels the people of liyue put so much time and effort into mining. even the warm, gentle wind and the smell of blooming flowers it brings are incapable of softening your demeanor.

"the archons."

any trace of amusement immediately vanishes as his eyes flash dangerously. his pupils morph into the slits of his true, draconic form.

"I am your archon."

he doesn't mention the contract you signed during the archon war in concert with the other adepti, agreeing to protect liyue. he doesn't need to.

although with your powers now sealed away through his own means, there's little protection that you would be able to provide should you ever actually be called upon to do so. the only part of the contract that still pertains to you as you are now, as he's made you now, is the provision accepting morax as liyue's archon.

it's a provision that he worded carefully in the specific contract he offered you, where you not only accepted him as the prime of adepti, but also swore eternal subservience to him as part of it.

"you are one archon," you remind him coldly, raising an eyebrow in challenge, daring him to contradict what is fact. "one of seven."

he offers you a patronizing smile in return.

"tell me, then. which of the remaining six do you think would be foolish enough to answer you?"

he only decides to humor you because he knows the answer is none of them. no archon would risk upsetting the peaceful but precarious balance they had just spent centuries, more than a millennium, fighting for.

and to break this unspoken contract amongst the seven in order to steal his greatest treasure right out from under him wouldn't just be foolish. it would be reckless.

but then his sight turns a pure, blood red that he hasn't experienced since the final days of the archon war. his fingers begin to elongate as they transform into claws. his horns make a grotesque cracking sound as they emerge from his skull. his teeth sharpen as he bares his fangs openly.

because a sudden divine energy has appeared between you and you open your clasped hands to reveal a glowing, teal-colored gem bearing a pair of spread wings.

"the god of freedom, it would seem."

[auspicioustidings]

Any version of Soap in any position of power would be soooo disgusting, calling IT Security reader at all times of the day and telling her that the speaker on his computer doesn’t work, while he’s clearly streaming some porno in the background 😭😭😭

You get it Lumi, he's a sick freak :) You also sent this while I happen to be working through 1k requests so bonus short for you <3

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CWs: non-con groping, just all around gross awful Soap

Sergeant John MacTavish was the reason you had poured over your contract for any get out clause that didn't cost you a fortune. You came up with nothing. The military had paid for a high end training course for you on the provision that if you left the role within 2 years then you had to pay every penny back.

Plus this job paid well and the benefits were great. You didn't even mind having gruff military personnel seeing fit to give you a bollocking over the phone because you would be following procedure whether they liked it or not and they could file a damn ticket if they wanted their issue looked at. Generally they were an OK bunch at heart, but rough around the edges and used to recruits eager to please them. When they realised your lack of any rank also excused you from being ordered around by anyone but your actual boss they usually mellowed out.

Of course you had made the mistake of chewing out one such gruff man after he called in a temper demanding that his laptop be fixed as a priority. Not even his work laptop, no he wanted his personal laptop fixed.

“Look MacTavish was it?”

“Sergeant MacTavish tae you.”

“No it isn't. I am not one of your soldiers. I work in IT for the military, your laptop is not military property so I'm not touching it. Use your big boy Sergeant wage and buy a new one.”

“Listen here ye wee bitch-”

You hung up on him and got on with your day right up until he physically showed up at your office on base. You handled IT for multiple bases, you had not considered that the person you had chewed out would actually work on this one. Oops.

He was a big motherfucker as well. Handsome. Crazy scary dog energy. Definitely not your usual soldier with his lack of uniform (unless jeans and a t-shirt that was so tight he was liable to tear out of it was uniform these days) and out of regulation haircut. You scrambled to try and stand but he was already looming over you in your chair, leaving you no space to do so as he settled his hands on the armrests and leaned over you to get into your face.

“I'll need tae settle for you then hen. Better make it good.”

“Excuse me?”

“The lassie on my laptop begs tae get it up the arse. Is a good girl for a thick cock pounding her tight cunt. Even when she's fucked oot her nut and ruined she still gags around a man down her throat and swallows like a proper bitch.”

You were flooded with fear and arousal. Nobody had ever spoken to you like that and you weren't entirely sure he was joking. He wouldn't actually do anything to you right? He was just being a dick because he wanted his laptop fixed. Just trying to intimidate you.

“And I bet she gets paid a lot more than me MacTavish, back off.”

Oh no. There was a feral gleam in his eye and a rabid grin that showed those sharp incisors. He clearly relished your response.

“Then I'll need to buy ye with, what was it? Right. My big boy Sergeant wage.”

He leaned in close and took a deep breath. Christ he was sniffing your currently greasy and messy hair. You hadn't showered in like 2 days, you were fucking IT, it wasn't like people usually came to physically see you in your little den.

“...I'll fix your fucking laptop oh my God just bring it by.”

“Atta girl” he all but panted into your ear before tugging at the lobe with his teeth and then fully tounging at your ear hole.

The sensation was truly the most awful thing you had ever felt. Your skin crawled and your body shivered uncomfortably as you tried to push him away from you. He chuckled and you choked on your own saliva as he firmly smacked your pussy before pulling away.

“I'll bring it right doon.”

You were left completely gobsmacked in your little office, your body hopped up on adrenaline and your cunt throbbing from the spank it had gotten and from the sick part of your mind that found the whole thing depraved and disgusting but sort of titillating.

When he brought the laptop back he hovered behind you while you worked on it, making you sweat. It was an easy enough fix and you sighed in relief and carefully avoided eye contact when you told him it was fixed.

“Ye’ll check it over, cannae be sending me away with a half done job.”

“You can see that it's working.”

He leant over, arms surrounding you so he could scroll over to open a video file. It was of a woman being railed hard from behind, drooling into the pillow and babbling for more. The wet squelch was disgusting, the man spitting down on her and smacking her already red ass.

“Speakers are fucked.”

You squirmed in your seat.

“I can hear it just fine.”

“Aye? What are ye hearing then?”

You remained silent, eyes fixed on the wall instead of on the screen. At least you were silent until he drew a yelp from you by groping one of your tits.

“Told ye, if ye cannae prove that it's fixed I'll need to settle for you. Bit shorter, softer and dirtier than my lassie mind, so got tae give it yer full effort.”

“I-It's working!”

“Prove it, what ye hearing?”

He made you replicate the whole script from each broken moan to the begging to the degrading. He was only satisfied when the whole video had run its course, by which time he had a hand on either tit, rough with how he groped and tugged.

“See now? Wisnae so hard to follow a Sergeant's orders was it?”

“No” you mumbled, crying out when he gripped your nipples through your shirt and twisted. “No Sergeant!”

He let go then, closing the lid of the laptop and standing with it to leave.

“Got an LT having trouble with his phone, he's naw as friendly as me though so best limit the back chat soldier.”

[srbachchan]

DAY 6181

Jalsa, Mumbai Jan 19, 2025 Sun 3:05am

🪔 ,

January 19 .. birthday greetings to Ef Dipal .. and .. Ef Jyoti Punjabi .. 🙏🏽❤️🚩

January 18 .. belated birthday greetings to Ef Shashi Menon from Kochi .. 🙏🏽❤️🚩

love and greetings all over again .. with love ..

work just finished and am back to the Blog to connect even if it be ahead of its time and place ..

there is much to read and learn and educate yourself .. but the time needed is elusive .. and each day passes by with the intent 'that we shall catch up soon' ..

famous last words ..

they never fructify ..

so ..

get down to it .. start .. it is a beginning .. and then expand the limits to gather a great deal more .. for which there is no dearth at all .. life has its learnings laid out each moment .. and it challenges us mortals each nano second to select, to teach , to review ,to acknowledge and to expel its properties to the rest .. or at least if not the rest to the within .. for , within is the din that never rests .. but as you progress in age they be saturated .. there is ever the provision for more and more and more ..

but age is a grievance .. it brings with it several hurdles .. and each hurdle needs to be slung, over an over and over, till the tape at the end of the race is breasted ..

the energies needed are now diversified into regions that were never around in the earlier times .. when you have survived 82 years of living the challenge of change sits upon you .. upon your worn shoulders , that now do not have the strength to bear it ..

the time and interest in its discipline, is in its concentrated form driven by routines of the treatment of a different kind .. time is measured by the charted times of the consumption of the treatments .. miss one and it blossoms before you much like a stinging nettle the herbaceous plant with jagged leaves that stun you as you touch them ..

Often nature provides the curing leaves just by its side .. to rub and soften its stinging impact .. life often does not give that provision .. it seeks from you the will to soften and live another day ..

much of the aged time is confronted by the nettle plant .. much of it leaves behind the sting , with no other resuscitation , and without the provision of the 'pun' .. 😀 !

philosophy overtakes at a rate unseen before ..

one seeks a harness to tie up the ride ..

at times it is readily available .. most of the time, not ..

and the debate never abates ..

as never as the words of today's DAY ..

Amitabh Bachchan

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐞-𝐭𝐨-𝐎𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏)

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies. Not proofread.

If Matias and I were lovers, it would have happened on the day a fierce blizzard hit Acroite.

The world was swallowed by white, and the snow lashing against my face burned like fire.

Even so, I tightened my arms around Emma, determined not to let go, holding her trembling body close.

Matias: "Emma, are you okay?"

Emma: "Yes. What about you, Prince Matias?"

Matias: "You don't need to worry about me. I've been through situations like this during military drills."

Matias: "That said, we can't just wander around like this. We need to find shelter from the snow."

Emma: "You're right."

She forced a smile, perhaps to keep me from worrying, but her complexion was as pale as ice.

Matias: "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought you along."

Emma: "Please don't apologize. I was the one who insisted on coming with you."

Emma: "Besides, the weather was clear when we left town. No one could've predicted this blizzard."

Matias: "No, I had a bad feeling about it. The clouds were moving strangely fast earlier, but I ignored it and got too excited about traveling with you. That was my mistake."

Matias: "If we make it back to the castle safely, you can punish me however you see fit."

Emma: "Punish you…?"

Before she could finish, a particularly strong gust of wind howled through the air.

I raised my hand to shield her face from the snow, but when my fingers brushed against her skin, it was alarmingly cold.

Matias: "You're freezing. Sorry for putting you through this."

Matias: "There should be a village up ahead. Once we get there, we can warm up with something—huh?"

Squinting through the storm, I caught a faint silhouette of what looked like a building in the distance.

Matias: "Could that be the village? No, at this point, it doesn't matter."

Matias: "Let's take shelter in that building up ahead. Just hold on a little longer, Emma."

The mansion we stumbled into showed no signs of life. No lights, no warmth.

Judging by its abandoned state, it had clearly been deserted for quite some time.

Matias: "I'll get the fireplace going. Just wait a moment."

Emma: "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Matias: "I appreciate the thought, but save your strength."

Emma: "Got it."

Seeing her apologetic expression, I gently brushed my fingers against her cheek.

All I wanted was to hold her close and warm her up, but getting the fire started had to come first.

I broke down the rotting furniture for firewood, cutting smaller pieces into kindling with my knife.

Then, I struck the flint against a stone, igniting the frayed hemp rope and gently tending the flames until they grew steady.

Matias: "Alright, this should keep the fire from going out. Come here, Emma."

I guided her to the fireplace and wrapped my arms around her from behind, sharing my warmth.

Gently rubbing her ice-cold hands, I felt the color slowly return to her skin.

Emma: "Thank you. It's so warm."

Matias: "There's no need to thank me. A righteous man must protect others—that's our family's creed. But more than that, protecting the woman I love is simply what a man should do."

Matias: "I should've asked sooner, but are you hungry? I have some rations with me. Here."

I pulled some provisions from my coat and offered them to her, but she hesitated, looking troubled.

Matias: "Is something wrong?"

Emma: "I can't take your food. You need it more than I do."

Matias: "Don't worry about me. You've used up far more energy than I have."

Emma: "Then can we at least split it?"

Matias: "Alright, we'll share."

Matias: "You really are a cunning woman, Emma. How am I supposed to say no when you look at me like that?"

I broke the biscuit in half, and we shared it.

It wasn’t anything special, but in that moment, the plain wheat flavor tasted sweeter than anything.

Matias: "You're still shivering. Are you not warming up?"

Emma: "I'll be fine. Sitting by the fire will help soon enough."

Matias: "Still…"

I pulled her closer and immediately noticed something was off.

Matias: "Emma, don't tell me your clothes are wet?"

Emma: ".........."

She didn't answer, so I turned her toward me and touched the fabric beneath her coat.

Melted snow had seeped into her clothes, making the fabric cling to her skin.

Matias: "I should've noticed. I thought I'd shaken off all the snow."

Emma: "I think some slipped into my collar when I tripped earlier."

Emma: "It's okay. I feel warm like this, so—"

Matias: "No. If you stay like this, you'll keep losing body heat. The fire alone won't be enough to warm you up."

Matias: "I know this is asking a lot, but you should take off your wet clothes."

Part 1 ╎ Part 2 ╎ Part 3 ╎ Part 4

[eatmangoesnekkid]

I don’t have children. I haven’t worked an outside job since 2010. And I have had a weekly cleaner come into my home since I lived in Dunwoody Georgia in 2011. Black, Brown, and Poor women of any ethnicity are conditioned to believe that we have earn our rest and relaxation, earn any kind of support, or earn the right to travel. We were groomed from youth to be cogs in a wheel of this system, to believe that we have to do it all, and if we don’t, we are lazy. You have to kill that belief system from your psyche and bury it into the earth for composting. When you hold these kinds of “I must struggle” frequencies in your body, it is going to be difficult for the universe to provide provisions and support for you in the most magical ways. I know some women who can afford in-house help but won’t pay for it because of their own limiting beliefs and sense of achievement around laboring. I am not rolling in cash flow dough, but I have had a sense of freedom since I was in my 20s. Notice what beliefs are blocking your freedom and expansion, begin to bury them into the earth one by one, and free your energy accordingly. . —India Ame’ye, Author

[chkinpotpie]

I feel things in a big way and have for as long as I can remember.

One of my earliest memories is seeing the world behind the protection of my mom's long and sturdy legs. She was larger than life and shielded me from the loud world coming at me. She was a fireball. She walked into a room and owned it. She could talk to anyone as if she had known them their whole life. I remember watching from behind her legs -seeing her interact with people and being in awe of her ability to connect with people from all walks of life. She was magnetic. People who got pulled into her field were changed forever. She saw no color, no dollar signs, no religion, no gender, no sexual preference, no judgment. She was pure goodness. I cannot say enough good things about her. She chose me, and I am so lucky she did.

About six months before she passed away, we rented a cabin at Rough River. Just the two of us. A "girl's weekend." We packed a cooler with filets and lobster tails. We brought a couple of bottles of wine, a deck of cards, and our swimsuits. We planned on indulging in all the good stuff—food, alcohol, gambling, and gossiping. On our way to our cabin, we stopped to get a few last-minute supplies at the local gas station in the middle of nowhere, Kentucky. My mom was pumping the gas as I returned with the provisions. A man a few pumps over said, "Elaine?!" That was my mom's name. We both turned, and she said, "Earl?!" running to the man as if he was her long-lost cousin. I stood, stuffing Hot Tamales in my mouth, watching the scene unfold.

My mom knew Earl from our local Bingo hall, where she volunteered once a week for the temple fundraiser. After working all day, she would walk back and forth for four hours at Bingo, selling pull tabs. She knew everyone, and everyone knew her. She didn't just know people, though—she KNEW them. The names of their kids, where they grew up, what TV show they were currently into, what beauty salon they went to, etc. So while I was surprised she knew some random guy named Earl out in the middle of BFE, Kentucky, hours from home and on our first visit to this area, I was not really shocked.

I needed someone so fierce to protect me from the world. It was too loud and scary when I was a child. She gave me the time I needed to understand it all, or at least think I did. She gave me the time I needed to build up my own protection. She certainly continues to provide me strength to this day. I know she is watching over me, and I draw on her strength more and more as we enter these challenging times.

I do not feel as deeply as I used to, but I still feel very deeply. I feel other people's energy, as if their souls are speaking to me in a language that has no words—just vibrations and feelings. Lately, I have felt a heaviness like I have never experienced. So many people are feeling scared, uncertain, angry, and confused. I feel it on my chest, like someone's foot is there, pushing their heel into my rib cage. It's tough to not feel this way when every time you turn on the news or check social media, there is an astonishing development that feels otherworldly. Like, seriously, how did we get here? I suspect we have always been on this path—greed, the quest for power, lust for control. I think we have been here for a long time, but as time goes on, the path is no longer a dirt road. It is a moving sidewalk with LED displays and state-of-the-art sound systems. It is information flooding our brains at ridiculous rates every day. It is accelerating in its growth. It is gaining power and momentum.

Fear is what it eats for dinner. Hate is a piece of warm apple pie for dessert. Division is a cup of espresso in the morning. Lack of compassion is a piece of wood-oven-baked pizza, and lack of empathy is a cold beer on the side. Making sure we do not remember our worth is guacamole, and arguing with random strangers on the internet is the chips and salsa. Forgetting that most of us want the same things is a pickle on the side of a corned beef sandwich.

Do not feed the fear. Our energy, our emotions, our thoughts are what create our world. Our inner voice narrates our life and shapes our reality. Realize you have a choice in who and what you let in. If you let someone or something in and it makes you feel scared and hopeless, and you don't want to feel those emotions, then do not let them in. Your energy is your own. It is precious. You are precious. Remember your worth. Remember a time when you knew how special you were. There was no question. Do things that remind you how incredible you are. Lean into your self-care, into moments that light your soul on fire.

Do not fall into the biggest trap fear has set for us all. Just because we are on the "good" side does not mean we should speak poorly about the "bad" side. We certainly CAN speak poorly about the "bad" side. It is hard not to in these crazy times we are living in. We are charged with emotion, and it needs to be released somewhere. Bad-mouthing the bad, however, only makes the bad grow. It feeds off the negative energy, even if the negative energy is being expressed for good reason. Do not feed the fear.

Instead, I invite you to join me and draw on my Mom's strength. You can hide behind her legs, build up your protective shield and strength until you are ready. Then you can lean into the feeling my mom and I had on our girl's weekend. Not a care in the world, as we sipped our Cabernet and dined on our grilled surf-n-turf. The next day, we floated in the lake for hours, playing "I Never" and talking about everything under the sun. That night, we went to the local church Bingo. Earl had told my mom about it and said he might be there. We pulled up to the quintessential little white country church. There were about 12 cars in the parking lot. We walked in, and the music stopped, and everyone looked up at us. Everyone, being about 25 people, including the caller. We got our cards and started playing, giggling to each other about the wild situations we get ourselves into. The top prize of the night was a $250 jackpot, the last game, and a coverall. Well, we won the damn jackpot. The locals, who had probably been attending this Bingo game for 50 years, were not happy. We quickly got paid and left a trail of dust as we screeched away and headed back to our cabin, counting our cash and dancing and just loving each other.

#Love is always the answer

#itsgoingtobeokay

#createyourreality

[reasonsforhope]

Yesterday [April 30, 2024], a bipartisan collection of US Senators introduced the Fans First Act, which would help address flaws in the current live event ticketing system by increasing transparency in ticket sales, and protecting consumers from fake or dramatically overpriced tickets.

Today, the artists and Congressmen allege, buying a ticket to a concert or sporting event requires negotiating a minefield of predatory practices, such as speculative ticket buying and the use of automated programs to buy large numbers of tickets for resale at inflated prices.

The legislation would ban such practices, and include provisions for guaranteed refunds in the event of a cancellation.

The political campaign organizers, calling themselves “Fix the Tix” write that included among the supporters of the legislation is a coalition of live event industry organizations and professionals, who have formed to advocate on behalf of concertgoers.

This includes a steering committee led by Eventbrite [Note: lol, I'm assuming Eventbrite just signed on to undermine Ticketmaster and for PR purposes] and the National Independent Value Association that’s supported by dozens of artistic unions, independent ticket sellers, and of course, over 250 artists and bands, including Billie Eilish, Dave Matthews, Cyndi Lauper, Lorde, Sia, Train, Fall Out Boy, Green Day, and hundreds more which you can read here.

“Buying a ticket to see your favorite artist or team is out of reach for too many Americans,” said Senator Amy Klobuchar (D-MN).

“Bots, hidden fees, and predatory practices are hurting consumers whether they want to catch a home game, an up-and-coming artist, or a major headliner like Taylor Swift or Bad Bunny. From ensuring fans get refunds for canceled shows to banning speculative ticket sales, this bipartisan legislation will improve the ticketing experience.”

Senators Marsha Blackburn (R-TN), Ben Ray Luján (D-NM), Roger Wicker (R-MS), John Cornyn (R-TX) and Peter Welch (D-VT) also signed on to the Fan First Act.

In the House, parallel legislation was just passed through committee 45-0.

[Note: That's a really good sign. That kind of bipartisan support is basically unheard of these days, and rare even before that. This is strong enough that it's half the reason I'm posting this article - normally I wait until bills are passed, but this plus parallel legislation with such bipartisan cosponsors in the senate makes me think there's a very real chance this will pass and become law by the end of 2024.]

“We would like to thank our colleagues, both on and off committee, for their collaboration. This bipartisan achievement is the result of months and years of hard work by Members on both sides of the aisle,” said the chairs and subchairs of the Committee on Energy and Commerce.

“Our committee will continue to lead the way on this effort as we further our work to bring this solution to the House floor.”

“The relationship between artist and fan, which forms the backbone of the entire music industry, is severed,” the artists write. “When predatory resellers scoop up face value tickets in order to resell them at inflated prices on secondary markets, artists lose the ability to connect with their fans who can’t afford to attend.”

-via Good News Network, May 1, 2024