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[x-gabrielle-x]

Tides Of Survival | 3

Pairings: Finnick Odair x Reader.

Warnings: Blood, gore, violence, murder, swearing, major and minor injuries, death, (eventual) smut, mentions of prostitution.

Summary: The white swan of the Capitol; gracious, elegant, and innocent. You catch many of the Capitol's attention in your games, whether that was due to your agility, cleverness, or looks in all, even managing to capture the gaze of your young mentor and old friend, Finnick Odair.

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"The female tribute for the sixty-fifth Hunger Games... Gwenn Livestone!"

You felt a wave of relief wash over you as soon as the name was spoken. It wasn't you; you were safe for another year. A pang of sympathy struck when you saw a younger girl crumble to the floor in sobs. Blonde and small, she couldn't have been any older than twelve. Her body shook violently in trembles, and her desperate cries filled the hall in echoes. Nobody spoke, only watched as the girl at her side, possibly a friend or classmate, attempted to get her back onto her shaky feet.

Two Peacekeepers strode over within seconds, grasping the young girl from under her arms and practically dragging her up the stairs of the stage. Her wails grew louder, and her face was streaked with hot tears. You watched as the two Peacekeepers roughly threw her to the floor in a heap, her crying out at the impact against her knees.

You noticed Electra Vantell, the escort for this year's tributes, visibly cringe at the noise. There was no sadness you could detect on her painted face, only the wide grin that practically split her face in half. She went to awkwardly cover her ears, waving her hand dismissively at the girl, Gwenn.

"Oh, hush now. You don't need to make your cries any louder," she spoke, and you watched as Gwenn tried desperately to hold in her tears.

Electra dressed head to toe in a twinkling blue as if to match with the sea. Her hair was styled as if to mimic the District Four waves, and you could faintly see the small details of what looked to be fish on her dress. You wondered how it could ever be comfortable to wear, your skin feeling itchy just by looking at it.

Clearing her throat into the microphone, voice chirpy as ever, she spoke.

"And for the boys..."

As if it were instinct, you turned your head to the left in search of a pair of green eyes and a mop of blonde hair. Through the crowd of boys, you managed to spot Finnick hidden within them a few rows back, however he wasn't looking at you. His gaze was set forward, stoic and hard, his shoulders tense with nerves. Usually, you could read Finnick easily, but now as you looked at him, you wondered what was going through his head. His jaw was clenched and hair dishevelled, and you found yourself unable to look away. Even as your stomach was churning at the small possibility, Finnick seemed to be holding his emotions much better than you.

Electra's voice broke your thoughts, and you watched with your heart hammering as she reached into the round fishbowl, digging her hand in and swirling the slips of paper around as if taunting. Finally grasping a small slip between her thin fingers, she eagerly unfolded it before reading over the name.

"Finnick Odair!"

The bile rose into your throat, heart plummeting like it had been ripped from you.

Finnick Odair was now a tribute.

You hoped, prayed, that it was nothing more than a horrible nightmare. A nightmare that you'd be able to laugh about with him when you woke up, but reality set in when you turned back to where you originally saw Finnick. He stepped out of the crowd and began walking his way toward the stage, no falter or hesitation in his steps.

This was very, very real.

He sauntered past, all eyes trained on him and even some small gasps emitting from the crowd. Finnick was a well-loved boy within the district. You could barely hold yourself up right when for only a brief moment, his gaze flickered to yours. Still, you couldn't place his expression, and it bothered you beyond belief. He shouldn’t ever have to be hiding his emotions from you.

You even felt the stares of many others on you - all filled with pity. It was no secret that the two of you were close. His gaze averted away from you quickly as he stepped up the short steps and stood tall beside a trembling Gwenn.

Despite the pain in your chest, despite the loss you felt, despite your fear, you didn’t feel any tears. You couldn't, wouldn’t cry now. You could only keep your eyes locked on him, looking over him and all his features as though it may just be the last time.

Perhaps it was.

You didn't listen to any more of Electra's ridiculous comments. You didn't even notice the hall slowly begin to empty out. It wasn't until you watched Finnick and Gwenn being escorted into a smaller room behind them that you were already moving on your feet, practically stumbling due to your knees nearly giving out.

You ran to the Peacekeepers stood in front of the door they'd just entered, the wood and paint chipped away with age. Your heart was pounding with fear, the thought that they'd leave without getting a goodbye was terrifying.

The Peacekeepers only stood in silence as you swallowed thickly, fingers itching to pull at your dress uncomfortably with every passing second.

"I need to see Finnick Odair. Please." Your voice cracked at the end, and this time you could feel the hot tears gathering at your waterline, threatening to spill. With only a curt nod, the first Peacekeeper swung open the door.

"Three minutes," he said behind the mask, but you were already running in before he could finish. You heard the door click quietly behind you, and looking over to your right in the small room, there he sat.

Finnick was already facing you, and instead of the stoic expression he held only minutes before, his face was streaked with tears. He was sat on a poorly made wooden chair, knuckles white as he clenched them into fists.

"Finn." Your voice broke, and your tears began to fall freely.

Upon hearing your voice, his head snapped up just in time to see you throwing yourself into his arms, sobbing. He held you tighter than ever, your tears soaking into the fabric of his sea-blue shirt. You felt his body shake in your hold as you grasped at him tighter, feeling his warmth and inhaling his scent.

"Please, Finn." Your voice was muffled with sobs, and you weren't even sure he could fully understand what you were saying. Not with him sniffling into your shoulder, holding back his own cries. "Please come back home.”

You pulled away only slightly to get a good look at his face. Despite his eyes being slightly red from crying, they were still their vibrant green.

He bit his lip, hard, looking at you as his gaze flickered over your face as if trying to remember every curve, every freckle, every dimple. He lightly shook his head, mind searching for words.

"I will," he assured. You could hear the unease in his tone despite him trying to appear confident. "I will," he repeated as if trying to make himself believe it. He even attempted to flash a small smile, though it barely masked his fear.

"You will," you confirmed with a wobbling lip. You glanced down at your hand, taking a step away from him and pulling off the small bracelet from your wrist. Finnick watched with furrowed brows as you took his hand into your own, placing the bracelet onto his wrist.

He examined it carefully. Seashells of varying colors and a small worn string. He knew this bracelet well.

He shook his head. "I can't take this, Y/N."

He tried to take it off, but you quickly stopped him.

"I want you to have it as your token." You attempted a weak smile. "It was important to my Ma; I want you to have it."

He stared down at it, glancing back up at you and pulling you into one last crushing hug. You accepted just as fast, your grip tighter when you heard the door swing open again behind you.

"Times up."

Before you were pulled away from him, he whispered one last thing into your ear.

“I’ll win, I promise.”

You felt your grip slip when the Peacekeeper took you by the arm, and the last you saw of Finnick was his piercing eyes locked on your own.

You didn't know whether you were relieved that Finnick quickly became a Capitol favorite or unsettled by the fact he was adored so much.

The first few days after Finnick had arrived in the Capitol, it was no secret that he quickly became a favorite. His charm, confidence, cunningness and striking looks had them obsessed. He showed none of the fear he held when you last saw him. He refused to let them see. Instead, as his carriage strode through the streets, he held his bright, dashing smile that caused for loud cheers and praise. His hand was up in the air as he waved into the crowd, though you knew Finnick all too well. You could see the hesitation in each wave through the small television in your home, the unease in his eyes behind every smile, the way his fingers gripped at the edge of the carriage like a source of stability.

They loved him, but for all the wrong reasons.

He was layered in beautiful fabrics, a combination of bright blues and greens as if to mimic seaweed and the shimmering ocean. A knotted rope dangled from around his neck like a necklace and his torso was left bare. Jewels and pearls were weaved delicately into the fabric at his waist that glimmered within the bright lights. Beside him, Gwenn was dressed mostly similarly, though her hair was curled into loose waves and adorned in seashells. The clothes she was dressed in did little to cover her body, and you couldn't imagine how she must've felt with all the prying eyes. She looked so tiny and out of place compared to Finnick who stood beside her looking tall and proud, shrinking into herself and hands desperately trying to cover anything they could.

Throughout the rest of the week, Finnick and the rest of the tributes hadn't been shown much. You figured it was because they'd be training within the Capitol, preparing for what the games were to bring. It made you physically ill, and every few hours you were running to the bathroom to empty the contents within your stomach at the thought. Your poor father had tried everything in his best efforts even whilst at work. He couldn't afford to take any days off, so he'd ask friends from your school to come and check in on you every so often. Later in the evening when he was home, he'd sit beside you and offer any bits of food he could get you to eat.

“You need to eat, baby,” he pressed his lips to your forehead as he held up a fork to put into your hand. You took it, but only poked and prodded at the food set on the plate before you.

“Finnick is strong and smart,” he said, hand brushing through your hair. “He’ll be fine.”

Even during the night, your father would slowly peek through the crack in your door only to find you curled up into a ball and crying into the sheets on your bed. All he could do was sit beside you and hold you close, murmuring apologies into your ear which only made you feel worse. Why was he apologising for things that were beyond his control? He shouldn’t have to apologise; it wasn’t him bringing you, or Finnick, this pain.

The day the interviews were being broadcast you were already at the edge of your seat. It had been a while since you'd seen Finnick’s face, heard his voice. The moment Caesar announced for the District Four male tribute to enter the stage, you nearly jumped off your seat when Finnick walked into view. Clad in fishing nets and seaweed-like fabrics, he strode in as if he'd owned the stage. Again, his expression held no signs of fear or anger, only the act that he'd seemed to have perfected for the audience over the weeks. Caesar's booming laughter filled the room at every one of Finnick's jokes and comments to the crowd. The Capitol's Sweetheart, Caesar had named him.

"Finnick," Caeser cackled, wiping away a fake tear. "Your District must love you! You do plan to win these games, don't you?"

Finnick, charming as ever, flashed a grin into the crowd. "Of course. I'd be leaving too many good things behind if I didn't. Plus, I made a promise.”

When the morning of the games arrived, you found that you didn't sleep at all throughout the night. Plagued with nightmares and what you hoped would never happen. You were a wreck. Your head was throbbing from days without proper food and water, and you were exhausted. The moment the games had begun to be live-streamed, you refused to move from your seat, gaze glued to the screen. A part of you wanted to watch, to ensure that Finnick was ok and well protected, though the other part of you wanted nothing more than to look away from the bloodshed and gore. You had to keep a bucket at your side, face pale and flushed.

The fear within you was haunting. You weren't sure how you'd cope if somebody were to drive a giant blade through Finnick's abdomen or watch as he struggled to survive without food.

The moment the gong had gone off; you watched as he launched himself off his plate and dashed toward the cornucopia. Within seconds there was death and bloodshed. You'd realized early on that Finnick had managed to join an alliance, retrieving a spear from within a crate and fending off anybody who came at him. Your heart was pounding so hard you swore it was about to burst out of your chest. Finnick was fighting off a girl, the one from District Six, you'd realized, and you swallowed thickly as his spear drove into her chest. Her body fell limp to the floor in blood, and you noticed the way he hovered over her, eyes trained on the crimson that spilled from her and pooled at his feet. Finnick was good at hiding his emotions, but you knew him better. You wanted more than anything to assure him, to help him forget his fears and worries, the regret in his gaze was almost haunting. Without a word, he drew the spear out from her corpse and made his way over to his formed alliance.

The arena was surrounded by water, small islands and tall trees. You began to have more hope that perhaps he really could win, even more so when he began to receive sponsor gifts; medicines, food, and a golden trident that was beautifully crafted and detailed. Finnick, though littered with cuts and small injuries, was easily making it through the days in the arena.

On multiple occasions, you’d been terrified that he wasn’t going to make it. Betrayed alliances, wounds beyond what his medicine could heal. You were relieved every time he managed to overcome what the gamemakers threw at him. Even now, as he stood over the corpse of the boy from District Two with his trident, the announcement confirmed what you'd been waiting desperately to hear.

Finnick Odair, winner of the sixty-fifth hunger games.

He was battered and covered in blood, no doubt exhausted and pained from all the injuries he'd gathered, but you couldn't have been happier. He was going to come home. You felt a pang of regret and selfishness. You wondered what Finnick would have said if he knew you were so relieved... ashamed? Disgusted? You weren’t sure.

After days of waiting, Finnick had finished his last interview with Caesar and stepped off the train into District Four. The moment he stepped off, he didn’t even get a chance to glance up before you were almost knocking him over, crushing him into a hug.

He was here. He was real. He was alive!

You swore you'd never been so happy to see anybody more than this. But as you glanced at him, your smile faded. His gaze shifted into an expression that, for once, you didn't know. His eyes were saddened and his face worn with tiredness. His arms didn't wrap around you like yours did, only stayed limp at his sides. He held his chin high, even as your grip slipped from around his neck, and you looked at him quizzically.

"Finn," your voice broke from happiness, confusion and rejection. Your eyes searched his own, looking for any hint of what he could be thinking. You were quiet for a moment, searching for words. "You’re home.”

He inhaled a sharp breath, his gaze flickering over the platform as if unsure where to look first. You supposed it must have been a lot for him to process.

This time, your voice was quieter. “I missed you.”

Finally, he looked at you, and for a moment you swore you saw his eyes soften. "I did too," he murmured, voice barely above a whisper. His gaze flicked past you as if he couldn't bear to look at you anymore.

He was already stepping off the platform before you could say anything else. Confusion and hurt struck you like lightning as you watched his figure retreat into the crowd.

Maybe he really did die in that arena.

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[senotsuri]

In Gundalia, Neathia, Vestal do they believe in tarot cards and crystals?

Let me explain, as I am sure you know fortune telling for some people is considered to be a true form for reading events that will happen in the future and I would have liked to know what the various alien races encountered in our path with anime vision think about it.

I am someone who also has a neutral opinion about crystal therapy, that is, the ability that crystals can alleviate negative energies around us and some emotions that are destructive to ourselves.

I'll give you an example, it is said, for example, that amber fights nightmares or that amethyst chases away worries by acting as a talisman.

I would be very curious to know what they think about it.

I don't personally believe in crystal therapy (though placebos do work, so I don't mind it; belief makes things work sometimes.)

Read more because this one feels long.

Vestals do not believe in these things beyond religious iconography. Usually this is in the form of putting cards together, shuffling, and seeing what order the cards are newly in to understand a "story" (it's not divination per say, but this is the same race who I headcanon to deal with time mechanics a great deal.)

Neathians have various uses for crystals, less so for tarot. It additionally helps that many neathian crystals have medicinal properties for them, if crushed up or dissolved. There are a few noxious crystals, though, and are usually used as iconography in paintings and posters on the subject of what neathians consider to be evil. During the war, images of gundalians were often surrounded by the noxious crystals.

Gundalians don't have any spiritual afflictions for crystals, or cards, but they do have some spirituality for a specific kind of rock - this stone is often used in their buildings, and has a habit of reacting like a creature when hurt. Using a little bit of electricity from their hands, they can communicate with the stone. Every gundalian has at least one on them, usually as a little, hidden companion.

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The Accident ... forever changed Pt 2

Word Count: 1370

Rating: General Audience

Pixelberry owned characters: Samuel Dalton, CMO of Dalton Enterprises, also mentioned employees Grant and Robin Flores, Sofia Russo

Personally character: Alina Russo (daughter of Paolo Russo)

The Accident...

It had been some time since Alina Russo agreed to contract work with Dalton Enterprises, finding this company more intriguing than any other she’d collaborated with. She had even moved to a semi permanent role within the company, after accepting a marriage proposal from Samuel Dalton.  The two had become inseparable. Alina attended every charitable function. Sam spent days in the lab alongside his wife, collaborating on new projects and materials. She had even gained a position on the company’s Board Members. This dream team was advancing the company rapidly, causing Dalton Enterprises to gain public favor and world wide recognition.   Soon, the couple learned that their family would be increasing. Sam could not have  dreamed of a better life for himself. He has the love and companionship of an amazing woman that matched him on every level, and motivated him to be even more for her and their growing family.

Sam was the overprotective father to be, attending every appointment, making sure to satisfy Alina’s every craving. He took pregnancy massage courses, attended new parent classes, and even became CPR certified working on other advanced lifesaving skills in his free time. There wouldn’t be anything he wouldn’t do for the happiness, well-being and safety of his family.

It wasn’t until her third trimester that the couple would learn that they were in fact having twins... identical twins. They decided to let their genders be a surprise. Neither could be more elated with the current paths their life was forging. Sam would sit for hours watching his wife in awe, expressing how much he loved her and the happiness he was feeling.

Although this couple was becoming parents for the first time, they were anxious to have their little ones in their arms. They would discuss nursery plans, possible futures for their little ones, who’s personality they would have... all of the new parent hopes and dreams... Alina wanted a natural home delivery, so they both met with several companies who would be able to meet their needs, and address all of their concerns. Home births are usually handled by mid-wives, but Samuel Dalton refused to have anyone deliver his twins who was not a specialized physician fully accredited in their field and among the highest ranking physicians in the country. He was a firm believer of leaving nothing to chance. Alina had even elected to pump and freeze her breast milk in case any issues may arise.

Time passed quickly... Alina was laboring now in her birthing suite the couple had set up in their private home. They hired a private duty nurse to be in-house for the first week following delivery. Sam wanted to ensure only the best of care for Alina and their twins. Birth came with ease for Alina when delivering the first of their twins. but she soon developed fever and chills. The next delivery began with unexpected complication, Alina became extremely lightheaded and began to faint during an attempt to push during a contraction. One minute she was focusing on Sam’s coaching, the next her eyes were becoming distant, fluttering open and closed uncontrollably. She was giving every effort to hear Sam’s words, coming to her from what seemed to be a far distance. Unable to hold on, her body went limp, collapsing against her now terrified husband. Helpless to call her to alertness, he began pleading with her physician to wake her. Unable to answer Sam’s pleas to arouse Alina, the physician explained to him quickly that she had to deliver their baby now by emergency procedure and needed him to be aware of the high risk to both baby and mom. “Just save my family doc, NOW!”

Giving her a regional anesthetic, Dr. Savine Liveston contacted Emergency Medical Services for immediate dispatch, giving the predetermined alias for registration to prevent interference by paparazzi in the event of an emergency.  Sam’s focus was split between his wife’s and unborn baby’s care, and the private duty nurse giving a thorough check of Baby A born without complication at 8:17pm, vaginally weighed 7lbs 15 ounces. Baby B was born by emergency Caesarean section at 9:11pm with minor respiratory issues quickly resolved, weighing 6lbs 4 ounces.

Upon checking, Alina’s blood pressure spiked dangerously high and she began seizing, slipping into a mild coma. Sam’s heart was beating so rapidly he couldn’t hear the doctor’s instructions, hearing clouded due to fear and panic. He was starting to lose control, but quickly realized that he had to trust the OBGYN, and place his focus on their newborns.

The air ambulance arrived shortly after Dr. Liveston delivered Baby B. Sam was informed that Alina would be transported to NewYork-Presbyterian Hospital. He had to make the decision on whether to leave his twins with the private duty nurse and fly in with Alina or to come to the hospital by car with his twins. Making the difficult decision to trust the private duty nurse to care for his twins, Sam boarded the helicopter wanting to be present should his wife regain consciousness, or for worse, be present should she slip away from him permanently. Sam had never felt so helpless and inferior in his entire life, facing this situation beyond his control.

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After running several tests, they later discovered that Alina’s coma was due to postpartum preeclampsia. She was treated with medications to lower her blood pressure and prevent seizures. She was also given medication to control pain and to help suppress any memories of trauma. Now, the only thing left to do would be the hardest for Sam, to wait for her to come out of the coma for true assessment of her condition. As he lay on the uncomfortable pullout couch in her room anxiously waiting for her to awaken, her heard a faint groan, then she called out for him in an exhausted whisper... “Sam, where I am?... where are our babies?,” she cries out frantically, as her memory comes of her delivery comes flooding to her mind.  Unsure if he’s imagining what his heart desires most, he slowly looks in her direction, startled from his millionth silent prayer... Realizing she is in fact awake, he rushes to Alina’s side, eyes overflowing with tears of joy and relief.

He immediately begins to hold her, kissing her, and looking deeply into her eyes as if to make sure she was completely back without any issues. with her voice regaining, she asks frightfully, “Sam... our babies... are they? Did we lose them Sam? Did I fail you? I fought so hard to stay awake,” her words fading as she loses control of her thoughts. “No baby, you didn’t fail anyone, our boys are fine. I had to leave them with the nurse we hired. I couldn’t bear being away from you. I will send Carter for them now. I-I just had to make sure you were ok,” he says breaking down in her arms, unable to hold his composure any longer. He presses the call button so that Dr. Liveston can be notified that Alina has awakened.

After thorough examination, Alina is given the all clear, but will be kept for 48 hour observation. She finally gets to meet their sons. Taking one in each arm, she lightly kisses their heads as tears of joy slip from her eyes. “Oh Sam, their beautiful...I don’t ever want to be away from them again.” Sam’s heart is overjoyed, eyes welling with tears... “We still have to name them, love.” The two sat for a bit, taking in their new additions to their family. The first born would be named Michael, with the second named Mason.

The couple were soon at home raising their twins, enjoying each other and not taking a moment for granted. Then, two years later, tragedy struck that would take Alina away from Sam forever...

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Une autre recherche a découvert que Sativex considérablement amélioré la douleur tout au long du mouvement, la douleur au repos et le sommeil de haute qualité dans cinquante-huit personnes atteintes de polyarthrite rhumatoïde . Par exemple, une étude chez les rats a découvert que les injections de Annabiol CBD Oil réduit la réponse de douleur à l’incision chirurgicale, tandis qu’une autre recherche de rat a découvert que le traitement oral de CBD a considérablement réduit le mal de nerf sciatique et l’inflammation.

Le corps humain contient un système spécialisé appelé le système endocannabinoïde , qui est impliqué dans la régulation d’une variété de caractéristiques, y compris le sommeil, l’appétit, la douleur et la réponse du système immunitaire . Le tétrahydrocannabinol est le cannabinoïde psychoactif primaire présent dans le haschich, et provoque le sentiment d’obtenir « au » qui est habituellement associée à la marijuana. Vérifiez une étiquette qui confirme que le produit a obtenu des tests de troisième célébration pour la haute qualité.

Cela signifie que l’huile empêche les poussées de zits, tandis que le maintien des pores et de la peau suffisamment humide. Une étude publiée en 2009, Chandrasekaran Raman et son personnel de la forbes Norris MDA/ALS Research ont découvert que l’utilisation de l’huile de Annabiol CBD Oil prix a contribué à retarder la progression de la SLA chez les souris. Plus précisément, l’affaiblissement musculaire a diminué de moitié lorsque les souris avaient été manipulées avec du cannabidiol.

L’huile de Annabiol CBD Oil n’est pas un composé psychoactif, ce qui implique qu’il n’a pas d’effets euphoriques sur le cerveau. Cependant, il agit en influençant les récepteurs cannabinoïdes connus sous le nom CB2, qui a déclenché une augmentation de l’hormone heureuse, la sérotonine.

La marijuana peut produire des épisodes psychotiques aigus à fortes doses, et plusieurs études ont établi un lien entre la consommation de marijuana et le risque élevé de psychose chronique chez les personnes présentant des facteurs génétiques spécifiques. Par exemple, rechercher des entreprises situées dans des États qui ont légalisé les loisirs et l’usage médical du cannabis, car elles ont tendance à avoir des exigences plus strictes.

M. Reiman affirme qu’il pourrait également y avoir des causes à être particulièrement prudentes à l’égard des produits commandés en ligne. Elle fait remarquer qu’il peut y avoir moins de surveillance de ces marchandises qu’il n’y en a de celles achetées par les détaillants, ce qui rend leur pureté et leur efficacité beaucoup moins sûres.

Annabiol CBD Oil Avis promet d’aider avec un dossier prolongé de maladies répandues et pas si répandues. Historiquement, les teintures et les baumes de CBD ont été utilisés loin et large pour soulager principalement la douleur. 15 ont soit réduit ou décriminalisé la marijuana à des fins médicales, mais pas légalisé. Les lois affectant la marijuana et l’huile de CBD vont en outre d’un État à l’autre. D’autre part, l’huile de CBD n’est tout simplement pas officiellement prévue dans la Loi sur les substances contrôlées .

Quels sont les avantages pour la santé de Annabiol CBD Oil?

Bethan Rose est un défenseur passionné de haschisch / acheteur, écrivain et voyageur sans poignée permanente. Actuellement principalement basée sur l’île indonésienne de Bali, elle peut généralement être trouvé curating contenu de cannabis sur son hamac. Son travail a été présenté sur Leably, CannabisFN , LiveStoner, VeriHeal, Nutritional High, Cannabis News Box et Ganjapreneur. BigCommerce élimine les conjectures en combinant chaque petite chose dont vous pourriez avoir besoin pour qu’une entreprise basée sur le Web prospère, de l’aspect branding et design au marketing et à l’optimisation.

Ce que nous n’aimons pas, c’est que l’huile de Annabiol CBD Oil en pharmacie de faible qualité soit transmise comme utile et efficace. L’utilisation d’un vaporisateur est l’une des façons les plus pures de consommer du cannabis. Sensi Seeds présente une variété de vaporisateurs pour l’utilisation de haschisch médicinal. Parfait pour les débutants et les jardiniers novices à l’expertise les meilleurs moyens de cultiver de beaux bourgeons! Le succès de la hausse des portes est réalisable dans toutes sortes de climats.

Les chercheurs travaillent avec la FDA et soumettent un logiciel IND à la division appropriée au sein de l’Office of New Drugs en CDER en fonction de l’indication thérapeutique. En se fondant sur les résultats obtenus lors de la recherche effectuée à l’étape de l’IND, les commanditaires pouvaient soumettre un logiciel de publicité pour approbation formelle du médicament.

L’huile de graines de chanvre raffiné peut être utilisé dans les marchandises de soins de beauté, parce qu’il a des propriétés étonnantes de soins de la peau. Annabiol CBD Oil composition est extrait d’éléments totalement différents de la plante de chanvre via un processus très complètement différent qui isole et concentre les cannabinoïdes.

En approuvant les médicaments dérivés du haschich primaire, la FDA a décidé que les avantages antiséizure d’Epidiolex l’emportent sur tous les risques potentiels. Le climat est un grand défi pour les producteurs de chanvre axés sur les marchandises Annabiol CBD Oil France. Lorsque les plants de cannabis sont stressés par le froid, ils créent plus de THC. La sécheresse, les inondations, la chaleur ou le froid peuvent tous entraîner des pics involontaires de THC. La première chose à apprendre sur le CBD, c’est qu’il n’est pas psychoactif; il n’y a pas d’individus excessifs.

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Livestone

Native to the depths beneath the earth, the livestone is a variety of ooze whose party trick is to solidify into solid rock, either to hibernate or to wound and digest its prey. Once solidified, livestone is difficult to discern from regular stone (even more so than usual), and they make excellent ambushers once they’ve had a chance to adjust to the local stonework by eating a sample of it. Overall, they’re simple, direct predators, like a lot of oozes, but that doesn’t mean they’re not fun. Imagine a dwarf guide warning a party to watch the walls. “Not all that’s stone.”  You don’t want to overplay that kind of thing, though – a little bit of ooze can go a long way.

Gargoyles have a curious relationship to the livestone, such that the oozes rarely trouble them, and gargoyle wings are known to keep these oozes almost as pets, using them to help terrify their victims and feeding them choice bits from their hunts. Some sages posit that the two species might be related, something that makes adventurers scoff, but at least one alchemist is working on a way to transmute livestone into a gargoyle-like creature and is offering a bounty on specimens to experiment on.

Like all genies, shaitans dabble in elemental transformations, creating new forms of life through the infusion or manipulation of elemental energies and spirits into other beings. For this reason, many sages posit that the shaitan were behind the livestones, crafting the oozes for some inscrutable purpose. They certainly abound in places where power seeps through from the Elemental Plane of Earth, and they seem timid around shaitans or those that carry their blood, to the point some oreads use them as guardians and trust in their heritage to see them safely by. (For those descended from more mundane elemental creatures of earth and stone, such an attitude is practically an invitation to the ooze to see how digestible they are.)

Trapped in the vault-like tomb of a lost duergar hero, a livestone seems like one more bit of rough-hewn earth at first. But when a group of adventurers come to reclaim a lost relic dating from before the Sundering of Stone – the great civil war that set the iron dwarves to wandering, sent the duergar deep into the earth, and drove the sand dwarves to distant Kulumar – the ooze awakens behind them, hungry for its first meal of the age.

- Tome of Horrors Complete 407

There’s always an alchemist or wizard working on something dodgy. Always. It’s a law.

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Roofing Services

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