#oil import

[livemintvideos]

Russia's crude oil export to India surged to a new record in December 2022. Moscow has remained the top oil supplier of India for consecutive months. According to data from energy cargo tracker Vortexa, India imported crude oil from Russia 1 million barrels per day for the first time in December. Russia supplied 1.19 million bpd of crude oil to India in December alone. As per Vortexa report, it was the higher than 909,403 bpd of crude oil India imported from Russia in November and 935,556 bpd in October 2022. In this video, let's take a look at some of the causes that led to the increase in imports that we have seen.

[flowersandfashion]

hot twink is tied up and penetrated

A Collection of Homoerotic Paintings of Saint Sebastian

Carlo Saraceni, c. 1610 /// Nicolas Régnier, c. 1620 /// Guido Reni, c. 1625 /// Nicolas Régnier, c. 1625 /// Louis Finson, c. 1613 /// François-Guillaume Ménageot, c. 1760 /// Guido Reni, c. 1615 /// Nicolas Régnier, c. 1620

[inkskinned]

as we enter the start of a semester and the dreaded Hour of Making Friends us upon us... if ur ever at a loss for what to say in one of those weird social situations where you only vaguely-know people, one of my favorite questions to ask is "what is your favorite food crime." a food crime is like the food combination that you love that other people find revolting. press them to take it further than pineapple on pizza, that's rote. food crimes is a good topic that has many benefits as it turns out all people are degenerates and also it will give you some cool ideas to try out later in the privacy of your own degenerate kitchen

the other good thing to ask is "okay but has anyone here ever been someplace haunted" bc it turns out if you ask most people directly they don't believe in ghosts, but many people are like "oh yeah i lived in a haunted house. ghosts aren't real tho"

[mathes0n]

My partner asked me to draw evil Wheatley

[umblrspectrum]

one of these days I will make something I'm truly proud of again. something that makes me feel as great as I did on that artfight attack, but for my murder drones followers instead.

anyways here's something I spent about 7 minutes on and that i hate more and more by the second just to keep yall fed

[dailyrothko]

Mark Rothko, Untitled, 1945-46

Watercolor and ink on paper

40 1/8 x 26 1/4" (102 x 66.6 cm

Gift of The Mark Rothko Foundation, Inc.   

© 1998 by Kate Rothko Prizel and Christopher Rothko/ARS

MoMA, Floor 5, 523

[moeblob]

OC again gomen ... (her name is Yuma)

[jeida-chi]

"What does my mentor do besides bring me roses?"

So I actually HATED how this portrait turned out (the oil pastels finally betrayed me 😔🥲) but aside from the eyes WHICH LOOK WRONG the color work was banging and I didn’t want it to go to waste (but still didn’t feel like spending more hours trying to save it;;;;) sooo yeah we’re going for artistic rendition idk lmaooo

thematically I think it works though hehe 🤭

Added the unaltered drawing if anyone is curious what it looked like 🙈

[viv-spn]

The most important leaf in human history.

It's full of stories, full of history. And full of a future that never got lived. Days that should have been that never were. Passed on to me. This leaf isn't just the past, it's a whole future that never happened. There are billions and millions of unlived days for every day we live. An infinity. All the days that never came. And these are all my mum's.

[pickledfingers]

I've said this before and I will say it again, but watching Americans and Europeans online talk about how Israel is the "one true democracy in the Middle East" and "should be protected" makes me a special kind of mad as an Iranian who has watched America and Europe topple any kind of democracy and progressivism in the Middle East for decades.

[derekthesavage]

Real talk, Americans: If the Republican party keeps implying that it's gay to blow a trans woman's back out every night for fifteen months straight before dumping her over text on her birthday, I might have to vote blue in November.

[dronebiscuitbat]

Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 39)

The whole first half of this chapter is just one very thinly veiled dirty joke… I'm not sorry.

“Uhhh, what's this for again?” N asked, slightly confused and nervous as he stood board straight, tail as still as possible as Uzi hovered near it with a measuring tape.

“Dad wants to baby proof your tail and needs the exact measurements. Tera's been swinging her arms around, I don't want her to accidentally sting herself.”

He thought for a moment, the dreaded image hanging in his head a moment before he looked over at the crib where Tera had finally settled into her nap.

“Yeah… that's a good idea, guess being smart runs in the family.”

She hummed at the complement, smiling although at this point she was getting accustomed to his honeyed words, she looked back up at him, a small laugh laced in her voice that for some reason sent a wonton shudder up his spine.

“Hoping our kids pick it up?” She teased, causing the brightest of blushes to grace N's face, and his tail to misbehave, wagging away from her.

“Uziiii” He whined, not quite used to her flirting back. Thier nervous, tentative “getting together” jitters had ended, leaving much more room for flirtatious teasing, something told him Uzi would be making him blush more often…

“I'm teasing, keep still.” She giggled, waiting until his tail stilled by itself before trying to measure it without touching it.

It was… a little more difficult then she imagined, he was being as still as possible for her, but his tail still moved slightly, waving from side to side, or twitching, making it impossible to measure.

“N, I think I'm going to have to touch your tail. It's not being still enough for me to get any good measurements.”

He gulped, he had been a little wary of this being the case, he wasn't scared, at least not of her, but it wasn't something he was sure he would be able to handle, still though… having a large syringe full of acid attached to his tail was unsafe around a toddler, and Uzi would never hurt him… willingly.

“I'll be as quick as possible, tell me if it's painful, okay?”

“I trust you.” The words sounded far more confident then he actually was, so confident in fact, that Uzi just nodded, smiling breifly at him, and didn't question his resolve.

Her hand connected with the bottom of the vial, and a shaky gasp immediately erupted out of N's mouth, and he made every effort to not immediately yank his tail away, despite the electricity arching through his tail directly into his core.

“It's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you.” She comforted, watching as the rest of his body stiffened and curled into itself, hands gripping gently onto his own coat.

She took note of the vial, the liquid inside warm in her palm, despite her curiosity, she did her best not to linger, she gripped it gently to keep it steady, causing another noise to come up out of N's throat that they both vehemently ignored.

N gripped onto his own coat even tighter, he couldn't help but compare this to all the times J had given rough treatment to his tail, even if it felt nothing like it.

Her hold was firm, probably so the tip of his tail wouldn't move out of her grasp, but still loose enough he didn't feel trapped, like he still had the choice to move away if he needed to, he slowly relaxed, this was fine.

His tail wasn't being abused until it was oversenstive to hell and back, it was just being held, gently, carefully, by someone who's intentions were only ever good, who didn't want to hurt him, or punish him, or to feel like they had power over him (though she did, she just had to ask). Just… someone who loved him.

At that, the exact sensation of her fingers carefully on his vial came through the previous radio-static of nervousness and muscle- memorized fear, her fingers were colder then the tip of his tail, a shudder went through him, feeling the shocking temperature difference.

“Almost done, you're doing great.” She called out to him, the praise momentarily sending a haze through his systems that was so violently different then what he was used to that his visor displayed the words [Good Boy?] With a little heart at the bottom of the question mark.

Then he blushed, quickly shaking the words away. Very glad that Uzi was down near his tail and nowhere near being able to see the embarrassing words that had displayed so shamelessly.

He wasn't a dog! The heck was wrong with him?

Uzi moved on to the needle, squeezing the canister of his tail just a little bit more firmly in order to get the perfect measurement, her tongue held at the corner of her mouth as she logged each precise measurement into a file she'd made labeled (N's Stinger Thing <3)

A very quiet whimper left him as he felt the pressure on the needle, forcing out several drops of nanite acid that thankfully harmlessly dripped onto the old wooden floor, although Uzi did notice and tried her best to hurry.

“Sorry…” She said as she gritted her teeth, man that didn't look comfortable at all…

He didn't reply, deciding keeping his mouth shut was the least embarrassing option he had, holycrapholycrapholycrap.

Then, she was done, her hands quickly moving away from his tail, this too, was a strange sensation, the absence of touch being now more uncomfortable than the presence of it.

He didn’t think too hard about what that implied.

“Done! It didn't hurt did it?” She immediately asked, pulling on him to face her, although she was met with him biting his own lip and the worst blush she'd ever seen on his face.

“N?”

“N-no! You didn't-” his tail suddenly jerked upwards, as if it had just realized it was free, and he made a grumbling noise before he continued “-hurt me, promise, I'm fine!”

“Are you sure? You don't have to hide it if I did.” Oh Biscuits, she sounded so ernest, and it was something he would normally appreciate, but not in precisely this moment, where he was trying to keep from embarrassing himself.

“I'm sure, biscuit.”

“Mmm.” She grumbled, pouting at the cutesy pet name but blushing lightly, she was used to most of his honeyed words… just not the pet names.

She quickly sent the measurements over to her dad, before sighing, looking over at her daughter, still asleep.

She is safe, you are doing well.

Ah yes, the strangly maternal voice in her head was back giving her unneeded and slightly worrying reassurances. It would be better if that voice would give her better advice, like why the heck her daughter was teething.

Isn't this a good thing? The kit will need to hunt for herself eventually.

She almost growled at that thought, No. No Tera would never have to hunt, not like N, and not like her, as long as she was around she would only know oil as the coolant she needed occasionally, not the blood of other people, not connected to violence.

The voice did not have a reply.

Her attention turned back to N, who had seemingly recovered from… whatever had been causing that weird look on his face and was also looking over at the crib.

Your mate is troubled.

My fucking what now?!

“Hey, how did your dad get so much furniture and decoration for his place?” He asked suddenly, bringing her attention away from her own headspace, she snapped to attention, although she needed a moment to register what he said.

“He bought it.” She replied simply

“Right, with money.” N responded, looking slightly more panicked then he was a moment ago.

“Y-yeah?” She was now confused, what was he getting at?

“Uzi, neither of us have jobs… did we need to pay rent? Or- for all those trips to the nursery”

“Oh N, chill.” She laughed a little, clutching one of his hands to get him out of his spiral. “We don't have to pay for basic housing or medical stuff, all that comes just from living in the bunker, it's just furniture, clothes, like… nonessential stuff.”

“Ooooh… yeah okay.” He visibly relaxed a little bit, but it was clear he had something else on his mind as well.

“Our dead masters enslaved us in the name of capitalism, why would we continue it?”

He thought for moment before shrugging, then scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

“I guess I just feel bad, taking advantage of everything without giving back… we've been living here for over a month now, just feels… wrong?”

“I mean, you could get a job? But the only thing you'll be earning are… ugh merit tokens.” She groaned, of all the things the colony perpetrated from thier human controlled days, that had been the most demeaning.

Not just because she was near the bottom of that leaderboard, no, not at all.

“Merit tokens?”

“The colonies way of keeping track of who's done more for it, like building doors for example, or volunteering in the nursery.”

“And you buy stuff with that?”

“Yup, but it's not anything physical, you just exchange them digitally. I don't know what the big deal is though, if you want something we could always go scavenge for it.” She tried to drag him away from his previous line of thinking, she liked him here, hanging out every day, without ever worrying about when or if, he'd be back.

“How? Tera throws a tantrum if one of us isn't around. Plus I wanna help people! They gave me an apartment!” Ugh, she hated his correct logic, but an income of tokens would afford them access to the colonies part stockplie…

“My dad gave you an apartment.” She corrected, still not liking where this was going.

“Same thing!”

She thought for a moment, while a part of her heart ached at the thought of him bring gone for a portion of every day, he kinda had a point, they couldn't scavenge anymore, that was a two person job with Doll still at large and… whatever weirdness that was happening in their room, but she still needed things for her gun, material to tinker with, stuff they could only get if they had money.

She sighed.

“Do you… wanna go ask him for a job?”

“Yes!”

Next ->

[soupdwelling]

last night i had a dream that mariah rose faith went live and her stream notif was just “hahahahahahahahahahaha” and when i clicked on it she started yelling at me for drinking all of the olive oil in her house because she needs it cause she always drinks olive oil right before she auditions and now she won’t get the part. she literally picked up her Entire pc and brought it into her kitchen so she could show me that there we no olive oil. she threw open her fridge door and was like “WHERE IS IT, JASPER??” i felt SO bad

[b6d11f]

be still, my indelible friend, you are unbreaking though quaking, though crazy that's just wasteland, baby

[dailyrothko]

Mark Rothko, Untitled, 1947

Oil on canvas

Collection of Christopher Rothko

Courtesy of Hudson River Museum

© 1998 Kate Rothko Prizel & Christopher Rothko / Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York

See this work in “Cycles of Nature,” exhibition view through February 12, 2023.

[thedevillionaire]

So anyway, ebay's "Items like things you have searched for" recommendations apparently thought I could use a good heart attack.