#german cosmetics

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'Day after day -Trilysin - the biological hair tonic that helps!'

Advertisement for Trilysin hair tonic and oil (c. 1930). Artwork by Ludwig Hohlwein.

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Rare German Cutex Cosmetics Ad 1966

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i know this is the cat blog but i care about welfare for all pets so i need to vent out this genetic NIGHTMARE of a “french bulldog” my mom just sent a pic of

genuinely at a loss for words. i’m legitimately going to tag this with animal abuse because this dog is literally just going to suffer its entire short life. as always i am NOT an animal expert but i’m very passionate about animals and this pissed me off to no end. more under the cut

for people who may not know what’s wrong here: french bulldogs have major problems with bad breeders due to their explosion in popularity. as a brachycephalic breed, their health is already fragile. then comes in an army of people treating dogs like collectibles and not living beings, breeding for appearances and not health. and they’re not even breeding for breed standard appearances - frenchies do NOT come in “lilac” or whatever they’re calling this or longhair. this is the result of mixing with another breed that has these traits somewhere down the line. these “breeders” are charging people thousands of dollars for unhealthy, inbred mutts. also, this dog is what’s known as hypertype, where the traits a breed is noticeable for are intentionally exaggerated - see german shepherds with extreme hip posture and mastiffs with an extreme amount of skin folds. obviously, this is also cosmetic, and not done for the dogs’ health or even for the breed standard. this is a massive problem in bully breeds, where things like skin folds, wide stances, and flat faces are being exaggerated by bad breeders. that huge rope of skin over this dog’s nose is literally obstructing their breathing

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Columbine - The Story

(Please reblog and like it took hours.)

Here I will inform you about the Columbine Shooting that occurred in 1999, April 20th. TW: suicide, theft, guns, and violence. by: ♡ danielle h. 🖇

Early Lives

Eric H. :

Eric David Harris was born on April 9, 1981, in Wichita, Kansas. Harris's parents were both born and raised in Colorado. His mother, Katherine Ann Poole, was a homemaker. His father, Wayne Harris, was working in the United States Air Force as a transport pilot. In 1983, the family moved to Dayton, Ohio, when Harris was two years old. Six years later, the family relocated to Oscoda, Michigan. Michigan pastor William Stone lived across the street from the Harris family while they were located in Oscoda. Stone recalled them as "great neighbors" and often saw Wayne very engaged with his sons. The Harris family then moved to Plattsburgh, New York, in 1991. During his time at Stafford Middle School, Harris played Little League Baseball, regularly went to birthday parties and was "part of the crowd". Kyle Ross, a former classmate of Harris, said, "He was just a typical kid." The Harris family finally settled back in Littleton, Colorado the next year when Wayne retired from the military.

On a 1997 English class assignment, Harris wrote about how difficult the move was from New York to Colorado. "It was the hardest moving from Plattsburgh. I have the most memories from there", Harris continued. "When I left (his friends) I felt alone, lost and even agitated that I had spent so much time with them and now I have to go because of something I can't stop." Harris, in a basement tape, blamed his father for moving the family around, forcing Harris to "start out at the bottom of the ladder." Harris had a chest deformity known as pectus excavatum, in which the breastbone sinks into the chest. This made Harris reluctant to take his shirt off in gym class as other students ridiculed him. Harris had two cosmetic surgeries at age 12 and 13 to repair the deformity. The sunken chest was still mildly observable during his autopsy.

The Harris family lived in rented accommodations for the first three years that they lived in the Littleton area. While Harris was in 7th grade, he met Klebold. In 1996, the Harris family purchased and settled at a house south of Columbine High School. Harris's older brother, Kevin, attended college at the University of Colorado. Harris's father took a job with Flight Safety Services Corporation and Harris's mother became a caterer.

Harris entered Columbine High School in 1995 as a freshman. Columbine had just gone through a major renovation and expansion. From all accounts, he had many friends and was left forward and mid-field on the Columbine soccer team for his freshman and sophomore year. Josh Swanson, one of his teammates, said that Harris was a "solid" soccer player who enjoyed the sport a lot. During his freshman year, Harris met Tiffany Typher. They had German class together. Typher later recounted that Harris quickly wooed her. Harris asked her to homecoming and she accepted. After the event, it appeared that Typher was no longer interested in seeing Harris anymore, for reasons never disclosed. When Typher refused to socialize with Harris again, Harris staged a fake suicide, sprawling on the ground with fake blood splashed all over him. When Typher saw him on the ground, she began to scream for help, at which point Harris and his friends began laughing, prompting Typher to storm off, shouting at Harris to get psychological help.

Dylan K. :

Dylan Bennet Klebold was born on September 11, 1981, in Lakewood, Colorado, to Thomas and Sue Klebold. On the day after the shooting, Klebold's mother remembered that shortly after Klebold's birth, she described what felt like a shadow cast over her, warning her that this child would bring her great sorrow. "I think I still make of it what I did at that time. It was a passing feeling that went over very quickly, like a shadow." Sue said in an interview with Colorado Public Radio. Klebold was soon diagnosed with pyloric stenosis, a condition in which the opening between the stomach and small intestines thickens, causing severe vomiting during the first few months of life.

Klebold's parents had met when they were both studying art at Ohio State University. After they both graduated, they married in 1971, with their first child, Byron, being born in 1978. Thomas had initially worked as a sculptor, but then moved over to engineering to be more financially stable. Sue had worked in assistance services with disabled children. Furthermore, Klebold's parents were pacifists and attended a Lutheran church with their children. Both Klebold and his older brother attended confirmation classes in accordance with the Lutheran tradition. As had been the case with his older brother, Klebold was named after a renowned poet, Dylan Thomas. Klebold attended Normandy Elementary School for first and second grade and then transferred to Governor's Ranch Elementary School where he was part of the Challenging High Intellectual Potential Students program for gifted children. According to reports, Klebold was exceptionally bright as a young child, although he appeared somewhat sheltered in elementary school. When he transitioned to Ken Caryl Middle School, he found it difficult. Fellow classmates recalled Klebold being painfully shy and quiet, often to an uncomfortable degree. Klebold's parents were unconcerned with the fact that Klebold found the changing of schools uneasy, as they assumed it was just regular behavior among young adolescents. At the family home, the Klebolds also observed some rituals in keeping with Klebold's maternal great-grandfather's Jewish heritage.

During his earlier school years, Klebold played baseball, soccer and T-ball. Klebold was in Cub Scouts with friend Brooks Brown, whom he was friends with since the first grade. Brown lived near the house Harris's parents had bought when they finally settled in Littleton, and rode the same bus as Harris. Shortly after, Klebold had met Harris and the pair quickly became best friends. Later, Harris introduced Klebold to his friend Nathan Dykeman, who also attended their middle school, and they all became a tight-knit group of friends.

Their Personalities

Both Harris and Klebold worked together as cooks at a Blackjack Pizza, a mile south from Columbine High School. Harris was eventually promoted to shift leader. He and his group of friends were interested in computers, and were enrolled in a bowling class.

Eric H. :

Some described Harris as charismatic, and others described him as nice and likable. Harris also often bragged about his ability to deceive others, once stating in a tape that he could make anyone believe anything. By his junior year, Harris was also known to be quick to anger, and threatened people with bombs. Classmates also related that Harris was fascinated by war, and wrote out violent fantasies about killing people he did not like.

Dylan K. :

Klebold was described by his peers and adults as painfully shy. Klebold often was fidgety whenever someone new talked to him, rarely opening up to people. Klebold was also exceptionally nervous in front of women. In the last year of his life, many noted a change in Klebold's behavior. Unlike before, Klebold became short-tempered, often prone to sudden outbursts of anger.

Dylan & Eric's Friendship

Much of the information on Harris and Klebold's friendship is unknown, on their interactions and conversations, aside from the Basement Tapes, of which only transcripts have been released, aside from a short audio clip recorded surreptitiously by a victim's father. The pair claimed they were going to make copies of the tapes to send to news stations, but never did so. Harris and Klebold met at Ken Caryl Middle School during their seventh grade year. Over time, they became increasingly close, hanging out by often going out bowling, carpooling and playing the video game Doom over a private server connected to their personal computers. By their junior year of high school, the boys were described as inseparable. Chad Laughlin, a close friend of Harris and Klebold, said that they always sat alone together at lunch and often kept to themselves.

A rumor eventually started that Harris and Klebold were gay and romantically involved, due to the time the pair spent together. It is unknown if they were aware of this rumor. Judy Brown believed Harris was more emotionally dependent on Klebold, who was more liked by the broader student population. In his journals, however, Klebold wrote that he felt that he was not accepted or loved by anyone. Due to these feelings, Klebold possibly sought validation from Harris. Klebold's mother believes Harris's rage, intermingled with Klebold's self-destructive personality, caused the boys to feed off of each other and enter in what eventually became an unhealthy friendship.

Columbine High School

At Columbine High School, Harris and Klebold were active in school play productions, operated video productions and became computer assistants, maintaining the school's computer server. According to early accounts of the shooting, they were very unpopular students and targets of bullying. While sources do support accounts of bullying specifically directed toward Harris and Klebold, accounts of them being outcasts have been reported to be false, since both of them had a close knit group of friends.

Harris and Klebold were initially reported to be members of a clique that was called the "Trenchcoat Mafia", despite later confirmation that the pair had no connection to the group and furthermore did not appear in the group's photo in Columbine High's 1998 yearbook. Harris's father erroneously stated that his son was "a member of what they call the Trenchcoat Mafia" in a 9-1-1 call he made on the day of the shooting. Klebold attended the high school prom three days before the shootings with a classmate named Robyn Anderson.

Harris and Klebold linked their personal computers on a network and played video games over the Internet. Harris created a set of levels for the game Doom, which later became known as the "Harris levels". The levels are downloadable over the internet through Doom WADs. Harris had a web presence under the handle "REB" (short for Rebel, a nod to the nickname of Columbine High's sports teams) and other online aliases, including "Rebldomakr", "Rebdoomer", and "Rebdomine". Klebold went by the names "VoDKa" and "VoDkA", after the alcoholic beverage. Harris had various websites that hosted Doom and Quake files, as well as team information for those with whom he gamed online. The sites openly espoused hatred for people in their neighborhood and the world in general. When the pair began experimenting with pipe bombs, they posted results of the explosions on the websites. The website was shut down by America Online after the shootings and was preserved for the FBI.

Crime Activity

On the night of January 30, 1998, Harris and Klebold broke into a locked van to steal computers and other electronic equipment. A short while after a Jefferson County sheriff's officer drove upon the two boys parked further down road at another park entrance and since the park area was closed by that time of night, the arresting deputy decided to further inspect them. The deputy announced his presence as one of the boys prepared to move the stolen goods into the trunk of the car. Harris shortly after admitted to theft after the deputy asked about where the equipment came from. They were later charged with mischief, breaking and entering, trespassing, and theft. They both left good impressions on juvenile officers, who offered to expunge their criminal records if they agreed to attend a diversionary program which included community service and psychiatric treatment. Harris was required to attend anger management classes where, again, he made a favorable impression. The boys' probation officer discharged them from the program a few months ahead of schedule for good behavior. Regarding Harris, it was remarked that he was "a very bright individual who is likely to succeed in life", while Klebold was said to be intelligent, but "needs to understand that hard work is part of fulfilling a dream."

Several months later on April 30, Harris handed over the first version of a letter of apology he wrote to the owner of the van, which he completed the next month. In the letter, Harris expressed regret about his actions; however, in one of his journal entries dated April 12, he wrote: "Isn't america supposed to be the land of the free? how come, If im free, I cant deprive some fucking dumbshit from his possessions If he leaves them sitting in the front seat of his fucking van in plain sight in the middle of fucking nowhere on a fri-fucking-day night? Natural selection. Fucker should be shot. [sic]".

Hitmen for Hire

When an economics class had Harris make an ad for a business, he and Klebold made a video called Hitmen for Hire on December 8, 1998, which was released in February 2004. It depicts them as part of the Trench Coat Mafia, a clique in the school who wore black trench coats, extorting money for protecting preps from bullies. They were apparently not a part of the Trench Coat Mafia, but were friends with some of its members. They wore black trench coats on the day of the massacre, and the video seemed a kind of dress rehearsal, showing them walking the halls of the school, and shooting bullies outside with fake guns.

Both also displayed themes of violence in their creative writing projects; of a Doom-based story written by Harris on January 17, 1999, Harris's teacher said: "Yours is a unique approach and your writing works in a gruesome way — good details and mood setting."

How they acquired Guns

Harris and Klebold were unable to legally purchase firearms due to their both being underage at the time. Klebold then enlisted Robyn Anderson, an 18-year-old Columbine student and old friend of Klebold's, to make a straw purchase of two shotguns and a Hi-Point carbine for the pair. In exchange for her cooperation with the investigation that followed the shootings, no charges were filed against Anderson. After illegally acquiring the weapons, Klebold sawed off his Savage 311-D 12-gauge double-barrel shotgun, shortening the overall length to approximately 23 inches (580 mm). Meanwhile, Harris's Savage-Springfield 12-gauge pump shotgun was sawn off to around 26 inches (660 mm).

The shooters also possessed a TEC-DC9 semi-automatic handgun, which had a long history. The manufacturer of the TEC-DC9 first sold it to Miami-based Navegar Incorporated. It was then sold to Zander's Sporting Goods in Baldwin, Illinois, in 1994. The gun was later sold to a firearms dealer, Larry Russell, in Thornton, Colorado. In violation of federal law, Russell failed to keep records of the sale, yet he determined that the purchaser of the gun was twenty-one years of age or older. Two men, Mark Manes and Philip Duran, were convicted of supplying weapons to the two.

The bombs used by the pair varied and were crudely made from carbon dioxide canisters, galvanized pipe, and metal propane tanks. The Co2 and pipe bombs were primed with matches placed at one end end their fuses. Both had striker tips on their sleeves. When they rubbed against the bomb, the match head lit the fuse. The weekend before the shootings, Harris and Klebold had purchased propane tanks and other supplies from a hardware store for a few hundred dollars. Several residents of the area claimed to have heard glass breaking and buzzing sounds from the Harris family's garage, which later was concluded to indicate they were constructing pipe bombs.

More complex bombs, such as the one that detonated on the corner of South Wadsworth Boulevard and Ken Caryl Avenue, had timers. The two largest bombs built were found in the school cafeteria and were made from small propane tanks. Only one of these bombs went off, only partially detonating. It was estimated that if any of the bombs placed in the cafeteria had detonated properly, the blast could have caused extensive structural damage to the school and would have resulted in hundreds of casualties.

The Massacre

Eric Harris (Left), Dylan Klebold (right)

On April 20, 1999, just weeks before Harris and Klebold were both due to graduate, Brooks Brown, who was smoking a cigarette outside during lunch break, saw Harris arrive at school. Brown had severed his friendship with Harris a year earlier after Harris had thrown a chunk of ice at his car windshield. Brown reconciled with Harris just prior to the shooting. Brown approached Harris near his car and scolded him for skipping his morning classes, because Harris was always serious about schoolwork and being on time. Harris replied, "It doesn't matter anymore." Harris followed up a few seconds later, "Brooks, I like you now. Get out of here. Go home." Brown, who felt uneasy, quickly left the school grounds. At 11:19 am, he heard the first gunshots after he had walked some distance away from the school, and informed the police via a neighbor's cell phone.

By that time, Klebold had already arrived at the school in a separate car, and the two boys left two duffel bags, each containing a 20-pound propane bomb, inside the cafeteria. Their original plans indicated that when these bombs detonated, Harris and Klebold would be waiting at their cars and would shoot, stab and throw bombs at survivors of the initial explosion as they ran out of the school. At noon, this would be followed by bombs set up in their personal cars detonating, killing first responders and others on scene. When these devices failed to detonate, Harris and Klebold resorted to gunning down their classmates and teachers. It was the deadliest high school shooting in U.S history until it was surpassed by the Stoneman Douglas High School shooting committed by Nikolas Cruz on February 14, 2018. Harris was responsible for eight of the thirteen confirmed deaths (Rachel Scott, Daniel Rohrbough, teacher Dave Sanders, Steve Curnow, Cassie Bernall, Isaiah Shoels, Kelly Fleming, and Daniel Mauser), while Klebold was responsible for the remaining five (Kyle Velasquez, Matthew Kechter, Lauren Townsend, John Tomlin, and Corey DePooter). There were 24 injured (21 of them by the shooters), most in critical condition.

Their Suicides (R.I.P, me fr.)

At 12:02 pm, Harris and Klebold returned to the library. Of the 56 library hostages, 34 remained unharmed, all of whom escaped after Harris and Klebold left the library initially. Investigators later found that Harris and Klebold had enough ammunition to have killed them all. This was 20 minutes after their lethal shooting spree had ended, leaving 12 students dead, one teacher dying, and another 24 students and staff injured. Ten of their victims had been killed in the library. It is believed they came back to the library to watch their car bombs detonate, which had been set up to explode at noon. This did not happen, as the aforementioned bombs failed. Harris and Klebold went to the west windows and opened fire on the police outside. No one was injured in the exchange. Between three and six minutes later, they walked to the bookshelves near a table where Patrick Ireland lay badly wounded and coming in and out of consciousness. Student Lisa Kreutz, injured in the earlier library attack, was also in the room, unable to move.

By 12:08 pm, Harris and Klebold had killed themselves. In a subsequent interview, Kreutz recalled hearing a comment such as, "You in the library", around this time. Harris sat down with his back to a bookshelf and fired his shotgun through the roof of his mouth; Klebold went down on his knees and shot himself in the left temple with his TEC-9. An article by The Rocky Mountain News stated that Patti Nielson overheard them shout "One! Two! Three!" in unison, just before a loud boom. Nielson said that she had never spoken with either of the writers of the article, and evidence suggests otherwise. Just before shooting himself, Klebold lit a Molotov cocktail on a nearby table, underneath which Ireland was lying, which caused the tabletop to momentarily catch fire. Underneath the scorched film of material was a piece of Harris's brain matter, suggesting Harris had shot himself by this point.

The End ♡ By Danielle, hope this is information that can be useful !!

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uurgghh thinking about the tf2 medic werewolf cosmetic

but like, if medic was a dog he would be a german pinscher right??? right????

the pinscher brothherrrs

no one can influence me otherwise

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The Best News of Last Week - February 5

1. Austin experimented with giving people $1,000 a month.

People who received guaranteed basic income in one of Texas' largest cities reported reduced rates of housing insecurity. Austin was the first city in Texas to launch a taxpayer-funded guaranteed-income program when the Austin Guaranteed Income Pilot kicked off in May 2022. The program served 135 low-income families, each receiving $1,000 monthly.

2. Germany: Tens of thousands in Berlin protest far right

Around 150,000 people have attended a protest rally in the German capital, Berlin, against the far right and its ideology, the latest in a series of such demonstrations across Germany in recent weeks.

3. Sweden: Where it's taboo for dads to skip parental leave

It's been 50 years since Sweden introduced state-funded parental leave, designed for couples to share. The pioneering policy offers some surprising lessons for other countries.

4. Germany tests 4-day workweek amid labor shortage

While Germany, struggles to find enough workers, dozens of companies are starting an experiment that will see employees work a day less. In February, 45 companies and organizations in Germany will introduce a 4-day workweek for half a year.

5. K9 finds missing endangered 11-yr-old, gives her kisses

An 11-year-old girl, reported to be missing and endangered, is now safe after she was found by a sheriff’s K9 deputy in Wimauma, Florida. Her handler asked if the K9 could give the girl kisses as a reward to the K9 for locating the girl, and the heartwarming moment was captured on the deputy’s body camera.

6. Oregon Zoo releases seven critically endangered condors back to nature in California

Seven California condors were released into the wild in the U.S. state after the endangered animals were hatched and raised at Oregon Zoo.

7. EU will force cosmetic companies to pay to reduce microplastic pollution

Beauty companies will have to pay more to clean up micropollutants after EU negotiators struck a new deal to treat sewage.

Under draft rules that follow the “polluter pays principle”, companies that sell medicines and cosmetics will have to cover at least 80% of the extra costs needed to get rid of tiny pollutants that are dirtying urban wastewater.

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— 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖞 𝖍𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖎'𝖑𝖑 𝖇𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖒! ⋆⁺₊

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content warning(s): fem!reader, domestic moments, mentions of marriage, kisses and cuddling, these men are whipped, fluff, references to christmas traditions

author's note: i hope you're all enjoying (or at least relaxing) during the holidays! sit back, grab a cup of steaming coffee or hot chocolate, and enjoy some sweet moments with our bungou boys ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´-

summary: what gifts do our bungou husbands gift you during the holidays?

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𝗢𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗨 𝗗𝗔𝗭𝗔𝗜 ⋆⁺₊ ⸺⸺⸺

Your eyes flutter open as sprinkles of sunlight peeking through the blinds serve as your only alarm, traces of chocolatey hair prickling your skin as he nuzzles into your neck. Your fingers twirl the coils of his knotted tresses, smoothing them into shining waves before pressing kisses against his ear. And that's when you see it.

A basket perched on your nightstand, tied neatly with a bow, and piled high with various cosmetics and accessories. As you sort through each item, feeling nostalgia pinging with every gift, you realize there's a reason you recognize them. 

Each is a small element from a moment in your relationship—the nail polish you wore on your first date, the lipstick you chose for your first kiss. He notes the quirks of others subconsciously, though he chooses to ignore them unless it benefits him. But not with you.

He cherishes every ephemeral habit—the crease of your forehead as candles burn on, the haze of your eyes as raindrops pour down, the indention of your lips as movies summit closed. You're always too preoccupied to notice, but he gawks at you without shame, admiring the purity of your features. He is known for being abstract, but you are his complete opposite. So completely unabashed in sharing your opinions and sentiments, even through your own expressions. And in a way, you're far braver than he believes himself to be, so he knows he must remind you of that.

𝗖𝗛𝗨𝗨𝗬𝗔 𝗡𝗔𝗞𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔 ⋆⁺₊ ⸺⸺⸺

Your sleep is interrupted by a yelp. For a moment, you wanted to keep your eyes closed, still sluggish with sleep, but a sequence of other noises pulled you out of bed. Unaware of the eyes peeking out from under the covers, a smirk on their proprietor's face as you shuffled out of the room, you journeyed into the living room. And he knew that you had found precisely what you were looking for when he heard a barrage of coos and badly muffled shrieks escape your lips, rushing back into the room with a puppy snuggled in your arms, a cute bow fastened to its collar. He knew your heart had been stolen at a glance, much like he had been long ago.

That puppy is now your child, a part of your family. Even if you don't realize it, this dog expresses his eternal fondness and dedication to you and any family you plan to have. He would prefer to pick a larger dog breed, the loyal type of canines that remain devoted to their families (Akitas, Belgian Malinois, German Shepherds, etc.). He knows you'd love any dog, but he wants to guarantee that you'll be protected if he isn't there.

And don't be surprised if an engagement ring follows a few months later. You're raising an animal together—your fur baby—and while it's a bit out of order, he wants to tie the knot officially. And you'll have the cutest little ring bearer in the world ⋆˙⟡♡

𝗙𝗬𝗢𝗗𝗢𝗥 𝗗𝗢𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗘𝗩𝗦𝗞𝗬 ⋆⁺₊ ⸺⸺⸺

(I briefly discussed this in a post a while ago, but I wanted to expand on it a bit further.)

A stack of uniform presents pile in symmetrical mountains around the base of your shared tree; each fold intricately pristine. However, he insists on having a large breakfast, reveling in your anticipation with each course as you eye the gifts—it's too cute. Once you've finally reached the tree, he observes with unstated delight as you rip open the wrapping paper, only to discover hardcover copies of classic novels in your favorite genres.

He knows you peruse through his personal collection while he is away on missions, missing him and seeking comfort in his familiar words. Without your knowledge, he has caught you with a beaming grin on your face, skimming the story, enamored by his annotations. So once you've finished the book, with your thoughts written neatly inside the pages, he'd offer to swap with you, finding a sudden interest in the story.

Because the way your brain operates is absolutely fascinating to him—it is, in his (correct) opinion, one of your most stunning attributes. He finds himself seeking other ways to look into your thoughts, and if you just so happen to get inside his head as a result, he finds that he doesn't mind all the much.

𝗡𝗜𝗞𝗢𝗟𝗔𝗜 𝗚𝗢𝗚𝗢𝗟 ⋆⁺₊ ⸺⸺⸺

He would be bouncing up and down as soon as the sun rose, forcing you onto the sofa as he picked presents up from across the room. However, breaking away from tradition, he insisted that he opened the first few, utilizing many of your gifts as props for a little skit.

He enjoys your laughter more than any other sound in this world. It's such a freeing sight, watching you throw back your head, unable to help yourself. Even in the midst of his antics, he finds himself unable to avert his gaze, wide-eyed as you laugh without a care in the world. To him, you're always beautiful, but especially when you're happy.

And in that, he realizes that he wants to make you laugh all the time. Every second that you're together should be filled with joy. His heart constricts painfully whenever he sees sorrow on your face, and he has made it his prime duty in life to relieve your suffering. Anything that has ever made you laugh is collected in those gift boxes, and he feels lighter than ever as you giggle in your seat.

You have become the rope that tethered him to the ground, but he finds that he no longer wishes to fly free. Perhaps he has become exactly what he used to fear: his own attachments anchoring him, but he doesn't mind. He is a fool, but only for you.

𝗦𝗜𝗚𝗠𝗔 ⋆⁺₊ ⸺⸺⸺

He has never had anyone to celebrate the holiday with before; there hasn't been a reason. So instead, he would bury himself in his paperwork, trying to find a purpose through the letters, though he knew it was all in vain. So when he finds someone to celebrate with, he will ensure that you will stick around until the holiday next year.

You're met with bundles of presents, heavy with luxurious clothes and fragrant accessories, things he knows you like. But one of those gifts stands out amongst the rest: a simple box with a neat but fashionable outfit inside. Your eyes scan the seams, and it dawns on you—these are handmade. 

He knows his stuff about fabrics and colors, constantly choosing different options for the casino, and one of his stress-relieving hobbies (in my headcanon) is sewing. Before you came into his life, he made his own clothes, finding only brief comfort in the repetitive stitches.

But there is something so domestic about creating clothes for someone you care about. Thoughts of them are embuded in every stitch, seams pressed with care as it's molded to flatter your body specifically. It reassures him whenever you walk around the building, showing off your new clothes with a smile on your face—you are his family, his home. His other half. And you are here to stay.

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AEIWAM ask spam 1: you’ve already elaborated on all the weird grudges people have, what about weird friendships?

THANK YOU! I am stupid busy but I am having a ton of fun with the friendships in this fic, so short versions that I can/will elaborate on later:

- Kenpachi and Byakuya: when Kenpachi first arrived in the Seireitei, Byakuya was a recently orphaned teenager and Kenpachi is, as he says "related to his mother" and can't help but take him under his wing a bit. As it stands, Kenpachi is, functionally, Byakuya's step-father.

- Izuru and Komamura: Wabisuke and Tenken were friends first, but it grew from there when Izuru got sent to investigate the curious incident of the dog in the night.

- Hanataro and Akon: The 4th needs more supplies than any other division and the 12th provides them, so the 4th's Toxicologist and Go-Fer gets to see the 12th's shadow captain all the time.

- Ikkaku and Sasakibe: the first lieutenant's meeting Ikkaku was at was ALSO the first lieutenant's meeting after TBTP, when nearly all the lieutenants had been field-promoted or killed, and there was a general bereavement, but when Sasakibe walked in to see what maniac the wildman that took over the 11th appointed for a lieutenant, he instead found Ikkaku doing stage magic tricks to cheer up a distraught Isane and Kaien, and realized this was a kind, if fundamentally ridiculous soul.

- "The Kids": Yachiru, Nel, Toshiro, Weiss, Syoga No Kotowari, and all the other Court Guard Brats tend to travel as a pack, and things can get a bit Lord Of The Flies sometimes.

- not exactly a friendship per se, but The Thirteen Daughters of Aramaki, including Hisana Kuchiki nee Aramaki.

- Soi Fon and Chikane Iba: after TBTP, Soi Fon ended up bonding with her fellow female captain and single mother Chikane Iba. And by "bonding" I mean "basically moved in with". Chikane was deeply relieved to have a regular babysitter and Soi Fon relieved to have another home to go to that doesn't contain her family. Or what's left of it.

- Rangiku and Retsu: Retsu, canonically, runs the Ikebana club, is the Chief Judge at the Seireitei Flower Festival, and keeps an enormous flower garden. Her first introduction to Rangiku is finding the academy student crouched in her foxgloves, and then being subject to a surprise 30minute lecture on the medical and cosmetic applications of digitalis, and realized she had found a kindred soul.

- Nanao and Gin: Nanao was quite possibly Gin's favorite person in the Court Guard, because she was very used to explaining things very slowly and in little steps, and Gin was functionally an escaped sausage roll in an executive position so 76% of the credit for the 3rd division's functionality goes to her. She liked having someone who actually listened to and took her advice and MAN, things got weird after Aizen.

- Uryuu and Yamamoto: Yamamoto doesn't actually hate Quincies- it's really only the "evaporating souls" thing he's got a problem with. Long ago, before the gotei-13, he was even friends with the ancestor of all Quincy, and misses his friend and curses Yhwach for what that monster did to him. Uryuu bears a startling resemblance to his ancestor, and it's nice to have someone to practice his German on again. Uryuu is fucking bewildered, but also severely short on men to look up to in his life and- well. Maybe. Maybe if they are friends, they can finally stop this feud?

- Yumichika and Ukitake: Yumichika was raised by his mother and the rest of the nurses in the first hospital in the Rukongai, and that's where he learned to fight too. It's a huge surprise for Ukitake when Yumichika knows what to do when he starts to have an anaphylactic reaction, but far from an unwelcome one.

- Renji, Iba and The Lads: Graduates of the Zaraki Kenpachi Finishing School for Young Men With Good Knees

- Orihime and Tousen: Hey, remember when we were both kidnapped by a deranged maniac that one time and coped by doing religious math and improvisational surgery about it? Good times!

- Chad and Komamura: "What do you guys even talk about?" "Nothing." "Why the secrecy?" "No Literally. We don't talk, and if we do it's about Nothing."

- Tatsuki and Mashiro: "This is boring, you wanna break chairs over each other's heads?" "Yeah!"

- Momo and Byakuya: The Rice Farm Subsidies Fraud Investigation.

[sadahugsblahaj]

My thoughts on the Gintama manga logos!!

Idk if somebody has done this before, if so I'll just go sit in a corner I guess. Also can't sleep.

The OG. We all love it. Iconic. Nothing can topple it. Compact, yet vibrant. Catches your attention right away. 10/10

The english translation logo. Doesn't have the same charm, would probably look better without the black background and outline, or if it was at least reduced. However I still believe it's really nice and appreciate that they kept the colors faithful to the japanese logo. Shame Gintama got dropped by Viz.

The french logo. I can't wrap my head around it, but it somehow feels bland? Might be that here the colors aren't as saturated as in the previous ones or that the red outline is thinner. As for the choice of font, it looks like something I would make in Picsart. For me, this is the true neutral.

I fell in love. The Italians are absolutely crazy. Vibrant, faithful colors, the font feels as if it tried to mimic the og's kanji. Compact, yet not as squished as the french one. 10/10. I wish every romanized version looked like this.

+extra points to Star Comics for absolutely speedrunning the Gintama translation (in comparison to other western publishers) and selling shikishi signed by Gorilla-sensei together with the last volume. I am NOT jealous.

The Spanish tried to do something else by having the colors depend on the color of the space background. Honestly feels like a logo for a completely different manga and a worse version of the french one. Also heard that the translation is cringe. They dropped it anyway.

This is the reason why Neo Armstrong Cyclone Jet Armstrong Cannon was invented

The Germans took everything that made the Gintama logo so special and beautiful and chucked it out the window. WHERE ARE THE COLORS. And the only thing that's more stretched out than this are Sa-chan's legs for Gintoki. Also this doesn't belong here but there are no chibis on the german spines and this is something I'll never forgive them. The only saving grace is that they are continuing in the translation (a whopping 2 volumes per year).

At the end of the day, this is purely cosmetic and there is a mastapeece of a media hiding inside, but the logos were something I wanted to rant about for some time.

[ohwolfling]

BG3 modern au vibes - Shadowheart

I want Shadowheart to discover liquid eyeliner and cosmetic glitter.

Shadowheart getting a little tipsy, swaying at the barricade at a Deftones show.

Shadowheart watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer and angry crying listening to Hole, absent-mindedly scrawling AFI lyrics onto a journal, taking German to better analyze the romantic Brechtian themes in Rammstein videos.

Shadowheart getting too high at a bonfire. Getting cuddly with Lae'zel in a way she'll overthink the next day on some hay bales. They'll laugh and feed each other terribly made s'mores, leaving marshmallow kisses on each other's cheeks and foreheads as they say they're just friends.

Shadowheart finding her knees buckling on a walk home and realizing she's in the parking lot of a church. Emotional flashbacks she can't quite pin down, getting scared & finding herself unable to leave the circle of the only street light for miles, but the church can still see her. She has to bite the bullet and call Gale and they both pretend her voice isn't shaking. Shadowheart letting him hold her long enough to transport her from street light to the warm neon ambience of his car.

Shadowheart and Astarion finding an old DSLR & having a sleepover about it. Blowing bubbles into fog machines and strobe lights and seeing how it turns out. Documenting themselves making up drinking games, badly baking brownies, and deciding to paint the ceiling at 2am.

[chaosghoulx]

𝚁𝚞𝚑𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚡 𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚝 𝟸𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚜

I'm nervous as f to actually post a piece of my writing on here but gotta face your fears right skdjskfj Anyways here's a piece I've written for my darling @abyssghoulette , we're very normal about these two I swear.

I tried my best to proof-read this tho still if you see a typo, no you don't🤸‍♂️🤸‍♂️

"And what exactly am I supposed to do with these-?"

Brexit raised an eyebrow at the pile of paint and brushes in front of him.

"It's a tradition. See my face? That's my race paint. It represents you as a contestant." Espresso cleared the question for him with a bright smile.

"You have a creative freedom with this one, do whatever speaks to you the most, something others will remember you by."

The British engine gave a slow nod, eyeing the precisely painted bright ornaments on the other's face as he tried to take in all the information given.

This shouldn't be too hard right? Maybe he could ask for help, but as soon as he drew a breath to bring up the question, he's immediately interrupted again.

"You still have about another half an hour before the race starts, so you don't necessarily need to rush it. And I'm sure that whatever you come up with will be great~ See you on the start line, buddy~"

And before Brexit could stop him, Espresso was already gone, leaving the other alone to do his thing.

His gaze fell on the cosmetics in front of him once again...come on, it can't be that hard, right? If everybody else could do it, so could he.

Determined, he dipped one of the brushes into the paint and wept the excess on the edge, bringing it up to his face with great focus.

But despite his best tries, nothing was going right and slowly but surely Brexit was getting frustrated.

Too much blush here, a smudged paint there, a wonky eyeliner- and on the top of everything his hands were shaky as ever thanks to the time press he was getting into.

He checked his reflection in the mirror and truth be told, he himself was not sure if he should laugh or cry-

It was terrible, and with the snail speed he was progressing, there was no way he'd be able to fix it on time.

A sound of the doorknob turning nearly made him jump out of his skin.

"Still in here Brexit? How come you're not fertig yet, the race is about to-- are you alright?"

Oh no.

Out of everybody it had to be the German engine coming to check on him? Really? Well that's just about his luck.

"..'m alright- just give me a second-"

Brexit quickly mumbled and frantically started cleaning the paint off his face with a wet cloth.

Ruhrgold knit his brow and moved closer to see what the other was up to.

His eyes softly widened at the sight of the other's smudged paint, have nobody taught him how to work with it before?

"I tried my best--"

This is it, he'd embarrassed the hell out of himself and Ruhrgold is going to laugh at him, that's for sure, Brexit thought to himself and shut his eyes tight as if to brace for impact.

But there was nothing to brace for.

Instead, he felt the wet cloth on his cheek again, lightly flinching at the unexpected touch.

He cracked an eye open, only to see the other engine's face only inches away from his own, and he would have lied if he said that his heart didn't just almost skip a beat.

"We've all been there, you'll get a hold of it eventually."

Ruhrgold affirmed with a smile in attempt to cheer the British engine up a little while he cleaned his face.

Oh, that smile.

Brexit was smitten.

Momentarily he even managed to forget how stressed out he was only a while ago. One look into those blue eyes was enough to make his thoughts float.

Ruhrgold was doing no better.

As he was cleaning the paint of Brexit's face, he was finally able to take a look at him up close. Until now there wasn't a chance like this, especially because the other tended to shy away from longer conversations. Brexit was still rather new, this was his first championship, and Ruhrgold could remember being in the same position clear as day, stressed out of his mind and back then, there was nobody to reassure him. The least thing he could do for the other was to be there for him and help him out.

"There we go.."

The German engine put away the cloth to reach for the paint and- oh my god, were these freckles? Ruhrgold found the British engine quite adorable since the day one, but this tiny detail about him nearly made his heart melt.

He quickly blinked to prevent himself from staring for too long and forced his gaze back on the brush that he's been absent-mindedly dipping into the green paint for a good minute now.

"...J-just..stay still."

Brexit desperately tried to guide his eyes anywhere but towards the German engine and prayed that the blush he felt creeping up on his cheeks wasn't as prominent as he feared it was.

"A little to the left-"

Ruhrgold gently turned the other's chin, tilting his head to the side as he continued to work on his masterpiece, his hand lingering on the spot for a little longer than intended.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally inched away a little to take a look at the whole thing, and Brexit finally released the shaky breath he's been holding in for that whole time.

Following Ruhrgold's gesture towards the mirror, he turned his head to check his newest look.

A small, excited smile tugged at the corners of Brexit's lips as he looked back to Ruhrgold.

"Oh my- I...thank you, this is perfect- I mean...definitely much better than what I have came up with."

The British engine momentarily reached out for the other's hands, but stopped himself abruptly and leaned back onto his original place.

Ruhrgold just shook his head. "Don't mention it..I'm happy I could be of help."

He noticed how Brexit's hands moved forward and then back again...should he add on to it-?

An idea popped up in his head.

"...Actually- I think I need to check for details once more..do you mind-?"

He vaguely gestured towards his own eyes to hint the other to close his own.

After Brexit's eyelids fell shut, there was silence once again, and Ruhrgold could swear that he could hear his own rapid heartbeat now. A momentary wave of doubt washed over him. What if this isn't a good idea? Maybe he shouldn't do this, or should he? He's not sure anymore..but what he's more than certain about is if he doesn't decide soon his heart is going to explode.

You know what they say Ruhr, it's all or none.

And with that thought he closes the distance between their lips. It's merely a kiss, a peck maybe. But it's enough to get the point across, he thinks.

Brexit's whole body tenses up, the gentle act leaves him frozen for a moment before he pulls himself together again, his cheeks now inevitably burning red.

Ruhrgold is the first to break the silence by clearing his throat.

"That's-...for good luck-"

The German engine mumbles, feeling his own face flush a deep shade of pink as well.

"Well then-- in that case.." Brexit whispers shyly, finally locking eyes with the one in front of him again as he dares to lean just a little closer, their noses almost touching.

"...the luck is almost never on my side..it's rare when it is, really...and I fear that one kiss won't be enough to secure it."

Ruhrgold has to chuckle at his remark, pressing another, longer kiss on Brexit's forehead.

"..In that case, we better make sure you come out victorious today~"

[cheemscakecat]

What dogs would the Tf2 mercs be? Pt 2.

https://www.tumblr.com/cheemscakecat/742808240488841216/what-dogs-would-the-tf2-mercs-be-pt-1-dadspy?source=share

RED Medic is a German Shepherd. He’s already got that dove imagery and tries to play god, so I think he’d like being called a shepherd in a twisted way. They’re also very intelligent and sassy dogs.

BLU Medic is a Doberman Pincer. They’re a breed that frequently gets their ears and tail cut to make them look scarier, and are usually assumed to be aggressive by looks alone. The dog version of BLU Medic hasn’t had the cosmetic surgery to dock his ears and tail.

But his alternate personality from the Em Blue funeral does [in the mental world] since he’s meant to look scary and off putting to people like Jules Archibald.

RED Heavy would be a Caucasian Shepherd Dog. Big old beefer of a dog. They are not for first time owners. Neither are a lot of other dogs, but these big guard dog breeds especially. They’re good with their family and wary of strangers.

RED Engineer Tf2 is a Pug because he has a lot of cosmetics for them, and they look small and nonthreatening. Engineer is 100% dangerous, but he seems less criminally insane than the rest of the team because of his personality.

I tried to find 1930s-40s pictures of pugs with healthier snouts, but the search came up short. Guess they had the breathing issues at that point too. I hope someday they’ll be bred with healthier dog breeds to undo the nose. Even if the result doesn't count as a pug.

I don’t know of RED Pyro is a man, alien or mineral, but he gets to be a borzoi dog. Imagine being another dog, and not only is this one out of proportion like a skinwalker, it’s also wearing a pyro suit and mask? They already freak people out when fully visible, so…

Also, the comedic stylings of having a big lanky Pyro and his short Engineer dad.

[autumn-foxfire]

Oh this episode is starting with the gay scene between Ran and Sera.

Thank you for reminding me how gay and poetic Ran was about Sera.

Sonoko, you mean Mrs Sera :p

Ran's reaction is funny though: Why are you bringing up Shinichi, we didn't invite him.

And of course Sera the lesbian is not afraid to call another women sexy :p

Sera and Ran are wearing complimentary pink and blue swimsuits. So gay. When Ran first described how Sera made her hear the ocean they were also wearing pink and blue. It's their colours.

But can we not tell Sera what she can and can't wear because she doesn't have the "right" body type.

Shinichi is just one of the girls now.

Oooh they're the trans flag colours

Oh this case is going to happen between a group of karens.

Definitely a karen.

Detective Conan: if you behave like a karen you will be murdered so don't be a karen.

Ran: Sera jinxed it T-T

Sonoko: No, I think the jinx is the kid.

What they don't know is that they're both right.

Sera and Shinichi make such a good team. And they look adorable as they do. It's the queer kid solidarity.

Too many karens in this episode.

Shinichi why are you looking up easy ways to store cosmetics??? Do you have something you want to tell us? He and Kaito should have fun doing makeovers for one another.

Considering you and Heiji managed to make a very convincing wall in the Nue episode, I don't doubt it.

I don't know what type of ribbon they're using though because the ones I've had in the past are not as solid as that.

And what a weird dying message.

Shinichi, I hate to break it to you, but I'm english and I don't count like that. I use the "german and french" method you described. Also I use my dominant hand with a fork, not hold it with the left. I also know what a baseball bat looks like and not only that, we have a game here that is very similar to baseball that no doubt all english children play called rounders and the rounders bat is very similar to a baseball bat.

What I'm saying is that some of his deductions are very contrived.

[meglinpancake]

Haddie’s Cats and Dogs cosmetic leaked and showed she’s a German Shepherd fan so I’m showing off my puppy, her names Aspen<3

[acti-veg]

Hello acti! So I'm kind of stuck with this, sorry it's quite long and I know you can't easily check it yourself because of the language barrier but I still would like to hear your thoughts. There is this german "self-critical vegan" club/union (also on Insta, Youtube) and I'm kind of like, very irritated by their content. They argue for veganism and want to "help" vegans but with the stance that animal ethics and (human ethics) are the only valid argument for veganism and that a vegan lifestyle can't be substantiated by environment or health. Because "the arguments are far removed from ethics and factually untenable" and therefore vegans who use them "degrade animals to second-class victims". They basically invalidate any argument aside from animal ethics based on them being incomplete or "ethically flawed" and even indirectly refer to them as conspiracy theories... But also say in passing that vegans can use arguments based on health or environment if they're worded correctly. Mixed signals lol

Like, one of their examples is that meat-eaters can be on the same CO2 level as vegans because of eg road kill, chicken pets or local private fishing, so calling plant-based diets more environmentally friendly is invalid. This sounds so obscure to me, it's not completely wrong, I guess, since it does depend on an individual level. But on the wider scale it's not a rebuttal, obviously most meat-eaters don't just eat road kill and don't own chicken. Another example was that vegans (supposedly) argue with sentences like "If humans cut out animal products from their diet, they reduce the general risk to get cancer and die" which is the same argumentative structure as "If you don't rape, you minimize your risk of STDs by x %" and therefore it's bad because "we would consider the way this argument is presented in another context as inappropiate". Their words, not mine. Like WHAT the fuck is that comparison. That example sentence is so deliberately adorned with generalisations.

I also didn't see them directly debunk any numbers or statistics or such, they just give these "explanations". It's good to be critical of our own arguments and how we word them and sure, animal ethics are the main point of veganism and enough reason. But the way they're presenting their reasons feels off to me, I'm kind of seeing what they mean but it comes off as unnecessarily strict, inconsistent and removed from lived reality, like some theoretical ethical ideal. Granted, I'm not very familiar with human and animal ethic theories and philosophy beyond basic vegan knowledge and school ethics classes, is this some High Level Veganism I just don't get?

I agree that fundamentally, veganism must be about animal rights. There are many good environmental arguments for adopting a plant-based diet, but there is very little environmental reason to avoid zoos, or animal-tested cosmetics, as examples. What we want to avoid is just convincing people that they need to make animal agriculture more sustainable, because even if this were possible, it would still mean animals would not have their rights.

That said, I don't think that we should be discouraging people from adopting and promoting environmental arguments for veganism. Land preservation, wildlife conservation, reducing emissions, cleaning our waterways, reducing deforestation, keeping our marine ecosystems healthy - these are goals that are fundamentally aligned to animal rights. Animals cannot have meaningful rights without functional ecosystems for them to live in. Conserving the planet is conserving animals.

There is a general "I am more vegan than you" competition I see all too often in AR spaces, but it is generally a minority. It may be that this is what is happening here to some extent, or it may just be borne out of a genuine perceived need to re-focus the conversation on animals and their rights, rather than any of the other causes that naturally intersect with veganism. It is hard for me to say without seeing their content for myself.

[banefolk]

Christmas Botanicals Series: Poinsettia

Poinsettia (Euphorbia pulcherrima) is the next poisonous plant in the christmas botanicals series. It is not deadly poisonous, but contains latex which is toxic for humans and pets to ingest and results in nausea, vomiting, and diarrhea as well as eye and skin irritation if the latex is touched.

Cuetlaxōchitl is its Aztec name and nochebuena (christmas eve flower) is its common name in Mexico today. Cuetlaxōchitl is native from Mexico down to Guatemala and is a shrub that can grow to 13 feet high in the wild and blooms and changes colour from October to mid May. It was cultivated by the Aztecs as a dye, cosmetic, medicine, and as an ornamental shrub and documented in their lush botanical gardens in the mid 1400s CE.

It became associated with christmas in the 1500s when Franciscan monks from Spain started to use it to decorate churches at christmas and include it in nativity processions, naming it nochebuena and associating it with the star of Bethlehem. They likely adopted the practice from the indigenous people’s winter solstice celebrations for the Aztec sun god, Huītzilōpōchtli, which cuetlaxōchitl was closely associated with. The red leaves are said to represent the blood of fallen warriors and the plant represents resurrection.

The poinsettia got its name in the United States, and now much of the world, from Joel Robert Poinsett who was the US Minister to Mexico, Secretary of War, a politician, and an amateur botanist who fell in love with the poinsettia while in Mexico.

Poinsett was pretty awful: a plantation slave owner, racist nationalist, and arms dealer who was run out of Mexico for believing whites should rule Mexicans. Poinsett despised Native Americans. During his time as secretary of war, more indigenous people were displaced than any other time.

Poinsett made a tidy fortune introducing cuetlaxōchitl to the USA and naming it after himself. His American capitalist legacy was carried on by the Ecke family in California who had a monopoly on the 250 million dollar per year global poinsettia market from the early 1900s until they sold to German company Dümmen Orange in the mid 2010s.

References: Wikipedia, “Poinsettia: the Christmas flower and the racist history behind La Cuetlaxochitl” by ThreeSonorans, and “How a Scots horticulturalist helped the poinsettia to conquer the world” by Will Pavia (The Times).