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✨ B O O K R E V I E W ✨

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📖 Crown of Midnight (Throne of Glass #2)

✍️ Sarah J Maas

4/5⭐️

💭📝 THOUGHTS:

When I tell you that I finished this book mouth gaping and eyes bulging — GIRL!

I thought I knew where it was going and I surely found myself delusional! No way I’d have guessed what twists and turn Mrs Maas had on the menu for us. But she sure as hell SERVED!

The only reason I’m not giving this second book five stars is that it took me until part 2 to really get more action and answers, but since then I couldn’t put it down!

I can’t honestly tell you how much invested I am right now and how my feelings are all over the place!

Celaena, badass; Chaol, BDE ; Dorian, a huge teddy bear; Nehemiah, an angel; Fleetfoot, fast recovery for my girl; the king, knife to the throat; Rolland, I’ve got my eye on you; Kaltain, sure did deserve better; cloaked monster under the library, not cool man.

I’m just really happy to be here I guess! And I can’t wait to continue this series!

Q.: Do you have any irrational fears?

[lifelifeadore]

Summer hairstyles

[pauliestorylover]

I’ve been thinking about a villain marinette au so:

A bit of background: when master fu ran away from the temple, he lost not only the butterfly and peacock miraculous but ALSO the ladybug miraculous. Plagg is ofc pissed and rip fu.

Marinette’s parents die when she’s 8-9 y/o (so sorry tom & sabine ily) so gina and rolland share custody of her. Marinette stays in paris during the school year and travels with gina during the summer. She loves her grandparents, of course, but she can’t help but wish her parents are here instead.

On one of their travels, marinette and gina go to tibet. They hear about local legends about a temple that disappeared overnight centuries ago, as well as the magical items the temple monks guarded. Turns out the locals have a lot of stories, and the monks aren’t as good at keeping secrets as they think.

As a souvenir, marinette buys a pair of earrings. Maybe she feels a draw to it because of her inherent creation magic, maybe tikki’s subtly sending signals coz she wants to get out of there, or maybe it’s genuinely a coincidence (probably not).

It quickly becomes obvious the stories aren’t really stories (hi, tikki). This isn’t helped by the fact on the first day back at school, ivan turns into a monster tikki immediately clocks as an akuma.

Now, marinette heard about the Wish in tibet, something tikki confirms when she asks marinette to either fight hawkmoth or return the ladybug miraculous to the guardian.

For the first time, marinette feels hope for bringing her parents back.

Marinette, not being dumb, doesn’t immediately out her ‘evil goals’. Instead, she follows tikki’s instructions and goes fight stoneheart. Her partners are chat noir and rena rouge, since master fu didn’t want to send chat out w/o backup. Ladybug hopes to gain their trust so she can steal their miraculous. Tikki isn’t even resisting her coz marinette being a superhero.

Chat and rena are surprised by this extra partner, but maybe their kwamis just forgot to mention her, and who are they to reject extra help?

Master fu, upon seeing ladybug, immediately goes owo. He can’t contact ladybug tho, so he reveals himself to chat and rena early (after the first few weeks of akuma attacks, which he spends failing to figure out ladybug’s identity) and insists they take ladybug’s miraculous away.

He really should’ve contacted chat & rena the instant ladybug appeared.

Chat and rena of course trusts the superhero who has been watching their backs for the past few weeks more than this random elderly who’s insisting they betray their teammate, and just because not even you know ladybug’s identity doesn’t mean she’s EVIL, sir.

Master fu is left with no choice but to capture ladybug on his own. It…doesn’t work well.

(He cracks his back before even making it out of the window.)

With no other choice, master fu entrusts the turtle miraculous to nino, since wayzz is the kwami he trusts the most. Master fu impresses on nino the need to be wary of ladybug, and tells him Protection is the last line of defence if ladybug tries anything nefarious.

…master fu’s warnings doesn’t really work. Ladybug is way too sincere to be evil or something like that.

Right?

[lailoken]

The Humble Horned Lord:

The Snail in Traditional Rhymes of the Celtic Isles

I recently decided to spend a while reading about the role of the Snail in traditional rhymes and verbal charms, and was a bit shocked to find nearly 1000 variants of similar rhymes across different continents and cultures. Despite its shell being, arguably, its most immediately distinctive feature, it was also a bit of a surprise to find that the vast majority of the rhymes dealt in some way with the “horn” or “horns” of the snail—referencing the antennae. Probably close to half of the rhymes I was able to find, I’m sad to say, focused on threatening the snail with physical violence, should it not “put out [its] horns” or “come out of [its] hole,” but I have chosen to write on those examples which focus on supplicating, persuading, or offering to the snail, along with a couple of the more bizarre or mild threats. I have, additionally, chosen to focus exclusively on traditional rhymes of the Celtic Isles (a term I use here to roughly encompass both the Celtic Nations and the British Isles), since the cultures of those regions play such an important role in my Craft, and already constitute a fairly major undertaking in terms of research and writing.

Interestingly enough, though not at all shockingly, many of these examples—both the cruel and the whimsical—have to do with the Snail somehow predicting, summoning, or ensuring the weather; and more specifically, the rain. In fact, I would go so far as to hypothesize that the common origins of these hundreds of rhymes calling on the snail to “put out [its] horns,” are a childlike curiosity with snail anatomy, and old-world beliefs/superstitions having do to with the Snail being able to summon either rain, or sunshine, by extending its antennae. I would imagine this conception would have arisen from the correlation of Snails emerging from or withdrawing into their shells in seeming response to the weather.

As put by Eugène Rolland in ‘Faune populaire de la France, vol. III’ (1881):

“The peasants say that snails in general, and Helix Nemoralis in particular, can act as barometers: when they stretch out their horns, all of them and for a long time, they say that it will not rain anymore.”

And so, without further ado...

——————————————————————————

“Snail, snail, put out your horns,

I’ll give you bread and barley corns.”

Variant (1):

“Snail, snail, put out your horn, And I will give you a barleycorn.”

Variant (2):

“Snag, snag, put out your horn, And I will give you a barleycorn.”

England (from a text dated 1744).

Variant 1 comes from Warwickshire and Staffordshire.

Variant 2 comes from Sussex.

“Sneel, snaul, robbers are coming to pull down your wall.

Sneel, snaul, put out your horn,

Robbers are coming to steal your corn, Coming at four o’clock in the morn.

Yorkshire, England (from a text dated 1849)

“Snailie, snailie, shoot out your horn, And tell us if it will be a bonnie day the morn.”

Orthographic variant:

“Snaillie, snaillie, shoot oot yer horn,

An tell me if it will be a bonny day the morn.”

Scottish publisher, Robert Chambers (1802-1871), had this to say about the rhyme:

"In some districts it is supposed that good weather is indicated by the snail obeying the injunction contained in the following rhyme…"

Scotland

“Snail, snail, put out your horn,

We want some rain to grow our corn.

Out, horn, out.”

Somerset, England

“Bulorn, Bulorn, put out your long horn, your father and mother is dead;

Your sister and brother is to the back-door, a-begging for barley bread!”

Variant (1):

“Snarley-'orn, put out your corn, Father and mother's dead;

Zister 'n brither's out to back door, Bakin' o' barley bread.”

Variant (2) for the last verse:

“Eating o' barley bread.”

"Bulorn" is one of the local names of the snail in Cornwall. It derives from “bull-horn”, “horns of a bull”.

“Snarley-'orn” is the snail's name in West Somerset.

Cornwall

Variant 1 comes from West Somerset, England

Variant 2 comes from Essex, England

“Hod-ma-dod, Hod-ma-dod, stick out your horns,

Here comes an old beggar to cut off your corns.”

"Hod-ma-dod" or “Hodmadod” (and other similar variants) is one of the local names for the snail in East Anglia, with various theories about its origin existing. According to one of the most widely accepted explanations, it might be composed of the words “hood’ (meaning “cap to be put on the head”) mad (the local dialectal term for “worm”) and dod (with the local dialectal meaning of “protruding end of an object”, “rod” or “stick”.) it could, therefore, be rendered as meaning “worm wearing rods or horns as a hood”.

East Anglia, England

“Four-and-twenty tailors went to kill a snail, The best man amongst them durst not touch her tail;

She put out her horns like a little Kyloe cow; Run, tailors, run, or she’ll kill you all e’en now.”

According to the leading hypothesis for the interpretation of this rhyme—as discussed by Arthur E. Ellis in ‘The Snail in Old Nursery Rhymes’—while it was once widely viewed as a satirical jab aimed at the social category of tailors, that is likely erroneous. The word "tailor" also has a different meaning, since it derives from "teller", which indicates a death knell (or a funeral bell toll,) which is derived, in turn, from "tailer" ("an additional knell or bell toll placed at the tail-end of a service"), because they used to ring those tolls at the conclusion of the usual bell tolls. Centuries ago, in various English villages, the custom was to indicate who had died with a series of special additional bell tolls (knells called “tailers”, then “tellers”, then eventually “tailors”), with nine tolls having indicated that a man died, six indicating a woman, and three indicating a child. Twenty-four bell tolls, then, according to this way of reasoning, would have been a signaling of enormous tragedy and an immense triumph of death. So, according to the logic of this rhyme, an interpretation could be made of mass-death and tragedy being easily averted by the mysterious power of the Snail.

England

“Seilide, Seilide, Pucai,

stick out all your horns,

all the (old) ladies are coming to see you.”

-

“Snail, snail, tricksy spirit,

stick out all your horns,

all the (old) ladies are coming to see you.”

The term Pucai or bookee is very likely translated as Puckie, which is to say “little Puck”. Puck (Púca, in Irish) is a trickster spirit, faerie, and/or demon depending on the various cultural lenses it is viewed through.

The connection to the afformentioned “(old) ladies” is mysterious and ambiguous, but it may relate in some way to various Crones in Celtic lore associated with death, healing, fate, and the mysteries. It may, likewise, be associated with the fact that numerous old folk-remedies which would have been sought after by individuals such as the elderly involved snails. It may even be associated with crones and wise-women who were known to employ snails for their cures and charms.

Ireland

“Snail, snail, put out your horn,

tell me what's the day t'morn.

To day's the morn to shear the corn. Blaw, bill, buck, thorn.”

The last line most likely represents a string of nonsense words used to even out the rhyming meter.

Northern England.

“Willy, my buck, shout out your horn and you'll get milk and bread the morn.”

While it’s clear that Willy serves as a name for the snail in this rhyme, the reasons for it remain ambiguous.

Scotland, Forfarshire / Angus.

“Snail, snail, shoot out your horn, father and mother are dead;

brother and sister are in the back-yard begging for barley bread.”

Devonshire, England.

“Malwen, Malwen agor dy gorn neu mi (fe'th) taflaf i Bwllheli lle mae'r bobl bach yn boddi.”

-

“Snail, snail, extract your horns; otherwise I throw you in the basin (or: in Pwllheli) where the little people drowned.”

The expression “little people” is used in much of Celtic folklore to indicate Faeries—particularly variants typically seen as diminutive, such as gnomes, brownies, pixies, and the like.

A Welsh legend, with a number of different variants, describes an enchanted cow (or, sometimes, a group of enchanted cows), of unusual colors, that used to help people, but who chose to leave again because of acts perceived as disrespectful. As such, they disappeared into an enchanted lake, surrounded by members of the Faerie Folk, who disappeared into those waters as well.

Wales

“Blaizou, Blaizou,

tenn da gorn e-mezou,

me a roï d'id eun taumm bara lezou.”

-

“Blaise, Blaise,

Stretch out your horn,

I’ll give you a piece of Breton Bread”

This is a personal translation which required a fair amount of research to authenticate, but if anyone who speaks Breton has anything to point out, please do. The Snail is called “Blaise” in this variant, almost certainly referencing Saint Blaise, a Patron Saint of the throat who is also considered a patron of animals and agricultural activities. Between the use of that name, and the fact that Snails have been associated with agriculture and compared to cattle and horses alike by a number of cultures, this explanation for this particular naming of the Snail seems likely.

Brittany, France

“Shell a muddy, shell a muddy, put your horns,

for the king's daughter is coming to town

with a red petticoat and a green gown!”

“Shell-a-muddy”, meaning “muddy shell”, here indicates the Snail.

The connection between the request to put (out) the horns and the fact that the king's daughter is coming is unclear, though the invitation is probably meant to make a good impression with the princess, similar to the content of a separate, Sicilian version of the the rhyme. What’s more, the motif of the beautiful garments is present in various other versions.

Southern Ireland

“Sneel, sneel, put oot your horn,

Your fayther an' muthel'll gie ye some corn.”

—

“Snail, snail, put up your horns,

Your father and mother will give you some corn.”

Yorkshire, England—possibly East Riding

“Snail upon the wall,

Have you got at all

Anything to tell

About your shell?

Only this, my child

When the wind is wild,

Or when the sun is hot,

It's all I've got.”

England

“Dodman, dodman, put out your horn, Here comes a thief to steal your corn.”

Odmandod”, “Odmadod”, “Dodman”—which can all be roughly translated as meaning either “Horned Man” or “Man who carries a hill on his back”—are local names for the Snail, in the English counties of Essex and Suffolk.

Suffolk, England

[giantsteps-officialblog]

r●llandで統一。

Infine（ヘアスタイリング）にCare（ヘアケア）シリーズを加えました。

今日は定休日。

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Apr 16th, 2019

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残留物を残さず、動きとツヤのある仕上がりに。

髪をなめらかにし、ドライヤーからの

髪へのダメージを軽減します。

タオルドライもしくは乾いた髪にになじませ

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Saving The Boogeyman:

A 1978!Micheal Myers x reader fan fiction By oh hey-mishamigosx

Chapter Two: A Day In The Life.

Teacher Institute Days were an absolute godsend. After a not so relaxing weekend of homework and regular work, having a Monday free from the confining walls of Haddonfield High was like winning the lottery. Senior year was coming to an end for Y/n, and she couldn’t wait to escape the early mornings of high school and trade them in for the self picked classes of collage. It was no lie that she loved the small town she grew up in, but her heart longed for a city or town outside of the corn-ridden fields of the midwest.

October was drawing to a head as the weather had finally began to cool down, and the leaves were all but gone now. Halloween decorations littered front lawns and store fronts as Haddonfiled prepared for the spooky time. But Halloween was not a normal time for the residents of the small Illinois town; it never had been.

Dead leaves crunched underfoot as Y/n made her way down the street, her mind focused on a hot cup of coffee/tea at the diner just down the street. She was planning on meeting a few friends from school there to talk about the possibility of a party on the 31st, and she was excited to say the least. The only visible downside to the party was the sheer fact that she wouldn’t have a date to accompany her, which often mean eating candy and dancing to the new music from Grease or Rolling Stones greatest hits so far. She didn’t mind it terribly, she hadn’t met her match yet, but watching all her friends get down and dirty around her often led to the party being more of a discount porno then a fun get together. She was used to being the odd one out in her friend group by now, but that didn’t stop her from craving the fun she always had when with them. Even if she did end up leaving halfway through the party, prepping and decorating was her favorite part anyway. Setting up decorations, making spooky snacks, all of it was fun enough to warrant the party almost pointless by the time it rolled around.

“Y/n!” The voice came from behind her and she spun around to face the girl jogging down the sidewalk. There was a huge smile on her face as she trailed her boyfriend behind her. “Hey! If it isn’t the queen of Halloween herself! How are you enjoying this lovely October day off?”

Y/n laughed a bit as she pulled her hair from her eyes, “Hey Courtney, hey Jude.”

“Just like the Beatles!” Countney laughed as she tugged on her boyfriend's arm. He rolled his eyes as smiled,

“Sure thing babe.”

“You guys wanna head inside?” Y/n asked as she jabbed her thumb towards the diner door. Without another word the three burst into the doors of the diner, all laughs and smiles as two more boys stood from their corner booth and waved them over.

“Jesus Christ,” The woman behind the counter scoffed, “Aren’t you brats ever in school?” The ring of the bell in the cooks window drown out any response the teens could have fired back.

“Hotcakes! In the window!” Came the chefs booming voice. Y/n watched as the woman went to the window and brought the plate to a nearby table. She followed her friends to the back booth with a smile, and placed her bag on the floor as she squeezed in next to Courtney.

“So,” Jude began, “What are we having?” The two boys who had arrived earlier; Sam and Conner, laughed at the question with devilish grins.

We got enough whipped cream to kill a small village and even more chocolate milk then you could fathom.” Sam quipped with a grin. Y/n laughed at the comment and turned to the boys,

“You guys ever wish we were normal teens that got high and drunk instead of sitting at a diner drinking milk?” There was a hint of sarcasm in her voice as she swiped her finger through Conner’s whipped cream. The blonde retaliated by pulling his drink away from her with a scoff. She placed her finger in her mouth with a laugh enjoying the sweetness on her tongue.

“I like to remember my parties when their done thanks.” He took a huge swig of his drink and looked back to the group, mouth now full, “Plus. I’m no saint. I smoke cigarettes.”

“And that’s why your single asshole, no girl wants to french an ashtray.” Jude snarked, moving to plant a kiss on Courtney's lips.

“Good thing I’m gay as fuck then.”

There was a roar of laughter from around the table as others in the small space began looking to the teens with wary eyes. Y/n felt her face grow red as she peeled over with laughter, Conner smirked and took a bite of the pancakes that were hiding behind his coat on the table top.

As the laughter died down the sound of the TV on the other side of the diner became more clear in the air. The group continued the conversation but Y/n felt her mind drift to the broken words floating over the music and talking in the restaurant.

“Haddonfield…… free again…… nurse hurt in the process…… 14 victims….”

Y/n felt the hair on the back of her neck stand on edge as she stood, her friends looking at her very confused. She drifted slowly over to the counter, her mind in a fog as she found herself wondering why she was interested in the news at all. A sudden wave came over her that she couldn’t quite explain, but it was telling her to listen.

“Y/n. What’s wrong?” Came Courtney's voice from behind.

“Can you turn that up?” Y/n shouted as she looked to the red-headed news reporter on the screen. The snooty waitress from before furrowed her brow and grabbed the remote from under the counter, turning the volume up enough to hear clearly.

“You heard it hear first ladies and gentleman, the notorious Haddonfield Boogeyman escaped custody at Park Hill Sanatorium just last night, leaving his nurse injured but alive. Many of the guards were killed in the escape, but there is little known about the killer Micheal Myers current location.”

The diner fell silent as the news cast continued on, hushed murmurs soon filled the air as Conner stepped forward.

“Hey Y/n, doesn't your mom work there?” Jude elbowed Conner in the gut as the woman in the corner booth with her husband uttered a “Please God, not again.” Y/n froze as she stared at the name flashing on the screen.

Michael Myers.

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[ccwastaken]

Hanahaki au part 2 electric boogaloo

Warning for blood n some swearing

Rollie's throat burned and ached. It always felt difficult to breathe and he hated it. Not to mention the coughing fits that would make him almost keel over from how bad they got, and the pain...sweet lord the pain. Coughing up flower petals isn't fun, not even slightly. Not to mention it set off his allergies.

Still, he ignored it and kept walking, listening to Daniela talk. He wanted to take her to see the zen garden uptown, then go to a teashop. The weather was sunny, a little windy yes, but still warm enough. He was kind of wishing he hadn't worn such a thick sweater-

"So there's just all around silence, right? We're both staring at this freaking rat that's just sitting in the pie like it's no big deal, and then this guy across the restaurant suddenly fucking RUNS into the dining area, calling out for the rat-" she paused, grinning at him as she told the story. Rollie laughed. "And guess what the rat was named?"

"What was the rat called?" He asked, smiling wide.

"PASTRAMI! FUCKING- PASTRAMI- I couldn't even take it seriously I wheezed and the poor waiter guy is just standing there staring at the rat-"

Rollie laughed loudly. "Oh- oh my- hahaha!" He giggled at the thought of the scene. He suddenly felt his breath hitch in his throat and he broke into a coughing fit. He buried his face in his elbow, choking out the flower petals buried in his lungs. Daniela looked at him.

"You okay?" She asked. Rollie held up a hand and continued to cough and hack. "Rollie?" She rubbed his back comfortingly. "You okay? Where's your inhaler?"

Oh god he wished this was an asthma attack. His eyes widened and he gagged, coughing and choking on something way, way larger than a few petals. Tears sprung to his eyes. God he hated doing this. It hurt so bad, and the gagging- oh lord the gagging. He choked, feeling the urge to vomit. His legs trembled and he doubled over, coughing violently as he tried to get the enormous thing from his throat.

"Rollie?!" Daniela moved to grab his inhaler from his pocket, then noticed the petals falling to his feet. Poppies and orchids and cherry blossoms all fell around him like some demented bouquet. Rollie whimpered weakly, wanting it all to stop. "Rollie...oh my god..." She grabbed his shoulders and carefully pulled him down until he was kneeling, still coughing violently. "Sorry about this-" she said quickly before delivering a swift slap to the back. Rollie yelped and fell onto his hands and knees. He gagged once more and spat out the thing.

A whole entire lilly. He coughed weakly, a few leaves falling from his mouth. He trembled, staring at it. Blood was splattered on the petals he'd spat out.

"Rollie...what the actual fuck..."

Daniela's voice made him wince. She yanked him up to face him. He yelped in surprise and stared at her in fear.

"D-Dani-"

"Why did you let it get that bad?" She asked. Her voice was soft and sad. Guilt sunk into Rollie. "It could- it could kill you, Rolland. Don't you know that?"

"I-" Rollie began. He closed his mouth and looked away. He couldn't face her. Not like this. "I know..."

"Well who is it?" She asked. Rollie curled his hands into fists.

"I-" he pursed his lips and sniffled. "I can't say."

"Rolland." Daniela grabbed him tightly by the shoulders. He winced. "You'll die, don't you care about that?!" She snapped. "You can't just- just go dying on me!"

He didn't look at her. He just sat there, slowly crying. He sniffled. Daniela continued to yell at him about how stupid and irresponsible he was being.

"Why can't you tell me...?" She finally asked after her anger had mostly subsided. She still glared at him, mad that he was being so uncooperative.

"...they wouldn't love me back. There's no point." He finally said. Daniela stared at him.

"You don't know that-"

"Yes I do. She's so- so much better than me and I know I'm not good enough-"

"...she...?"

Rollie tensed. He stared at her. He'd been found out he knew that already. "I-I-"

"Who is she?" Daniela pressed. Rollie stared at her.

"I-" he trailed off. "I-It's-" he inhaled sharply. What could he say? He didn't know anyone else, and he certainly couldn't tell her it was her because the guilt would destroy her. 

"Rolland," she reached out and cupped his cheek in her palm. "Please...?"

He stared at her. He didn't want to cry- he really didn't- but- the tears burned at the corners of his eyes. His breath hitched and he sobbed, sniffling and gasping. Daniela pulled him close, hugging him against her. "Shh," her voice was so soft and comforting. He gripped her shirt tightly, wanting to just stay there forever. Her body felt soft and warm and oh so welcoming- he buried his face in his chest, fighting against the urge to vomit out more petals. "Shh, it's okay, I'm here, I'm here."

Eventually, his sobs subsided. Rollie sat there, hugging Daniela tight as he could. She rubbed his back comfortingly. He loved her, he loved her so so much. He felt his chest pang in pain and he gasped. He coughed and spluttered, bloody petals spewing onto her shirt. She moved away, staring at him as petals and leaves fell from his lips.

"...you're getting worse." Her voice was faint and full of panic. Rollie couldn't say a word. He just whimpered and closed his eyes tight as another entire flower made its way up his throat. Daniela stared in horror at her friend. "It's- it's...me."

Rollie would've protested if he weren't choking on the stem of the flower. He coughed, and it dislodged itself. His aching, tired body barely had the energy to spit the blood stained lilly out.

"Rolland-" she cupped his face in her hand. "I'm-"

"You don't...have to li-like...me." he murmured weakly.

"But- but I do..." Her voice was strained, full of sadness and on the verge of tears. Rollie could've cried all over again.

"Do-on't lie...to me..." He panted.

"I-I'm not!" She yelped. "I swear I-"

Rollie coughed and groaned. He fell onto his hands and knees again as another flower was expelled from his throat. "D-Dani..." He panted weakly.

Daniela could only stare in horror. Tears pooled in the corners of her eyes as she could only watch helplessly. Rollie stared at the bloody flowers on the ground. "F-fuck..." Was all he could groan.

Daniella bit down on her lip. "Rolland." She said hoarsely. "I love you." There was silence. Rollie didn't look at her, his chest just continued to heave. He spat out another bloody lilly. She grabbed him by the shoulders and yanked him up. Rollie yelped weakly in surprise. Daniela's lips crashed into his.

His body tensed, breaking out in goosebumps. He'd never kissed anyone before- this was his first kiss- his first kiss with Daniela- Daniela was his first kiss.

His chest heaved in shock as she kissed him. The pain suddenly got worse than it had ever been before, then subsided. For the first time in weeks his chest and throat didn't hurt. He shuddered, his wide, shocked eyes slowly drifting closed. She felt so warm and welcoming as her lips kneaded gently against him. Rollie reached up shakily and cupped her face in his hand. His other hand went over her shoulder, gripping the back of her shirt.

This- this couldn't be real, surely. There was no way she was kissing him now- with so much passion and love- Rollie shivered as the kiss deepened. He really, really didn't want it to end- but unfortunately, it did.

Daniela moved away, chest heaving, a few stray tears trickling down her face. They stared at each other for what felt like forever.

"O-oh god-" it suddenly hit Rollie what they did. All the bacteria that just got spread, not to mention that he'd gotten blood on her mouth! He wiped at his mouth with gloved hands, spitting a bit like that'd expell the bacteria.

"Uh- that bad?" Daniela asked. He looked up.

"Oh! Oh no- no no no-!" He explained quickly. "It's not that at all! Just- bacteria-"

Daniela stared at him for a few moments, then cracked a smile. She chuckled, and then began laughing hysterically. Rollie stared at her. "OH- OH MY GOD YOU'RE A FUCKING MORON ROLLIE." She looked at him, smiling wide. "First you almost get yourself killed and then you're worried about getting sick..."

Rollie cracked a shy smile. "Well- can you blame me?" He asked. Daniela looked at him and giggled.

"Fucking hell why do I love you-"

[documentaryoncinema]

Stanley Kubrick

'Kubrick vs Scorsese’, Leandro Copperfield, 2010, VO. 

‘Kubrick // { One-point perspective }’, Kagonada, 2013, VO. 

'Stanley Kubrick: The lost tapes', Jim Casey, 2015, VO, SE en YouTube.

'Eyes wide open. The photographic early works of cult film director Stanley Kubrick’, KA21 / CastYourArt, 2014, VO.

'A Stanley Kubrick odyssey - A tribute’, Richard Vezina, 2011, VO. 

‘Stanley Kubrick. A filmography’, Deadly Puppies, 2013, VO.

'Stanley Kubrick. A tribute’, Alexandre Gasulla, 2014, VO. 

'Entrevista en 1966’, VO.

'Stanley Kubrick. The works’, Joel Walden, 2011, VO.

'The films of Stanley Kubrick’, Barringer 82, 2008, VO.

‘A dedication to Stanley Kubrick’, VO.

‘Remembering Stanley Kubrick: Steven Spielberg on Kubrick. Un cut’, Paul Joyce, 1999, VO, SE en YouTube.

‘Rodando: Stanley Kubrick’, TCM, 2014, VE.

‘Stanley Kubrick. The invisible man’, Paul Joyce, 1996, VO.

'A la recherche de Stanley Kubrick’, Agnès Michaux, Frédéric Benudis y Rolland Allard, 1999, VOSF.

'Las cajas de Stanley Kubrick', Jon Ronson, 2008, VO.

Sobre el trabajo de investigación que llevó a cabo Jon Ronson durante cuatro años para explorar cientos de cajas, casi un millar, que Stanley Kubrick había reunido durante gran parte de su vida en su residencia familiar de Hertfordshire.

Tras una ardua labor de rebuscar, se extrajo interesantísimo material, fotografías de localización, cartas, anotaciones, guiones, recortes de periódicos, etc, tanto de las películas que llegó a finalizar, como de sus proyectos inacabados.

Con la participación de Stanley Kubrick, Anthony Frewin, Anya Kubrick, Christiane Kubrick, Jon Ronson, Vincent Tilsley y Leon Vitali entre otros.

'The visions of Stanley Kubrick’, Gary Leva, 2007, VO, SE en YouTube.

'Lost Kubrick. The unfinished films of Stanley Kubrick’, Gary Leva, 2007, VO.

'The last movie. Stanley Kubrick and Eyes wide shut’, Gary Leva, 2007, VO.

'Kubrick remembered', Gary Khammar, 2014, VO.

’Stanley Kubrick: Una vida en imágenes’ (’Stanley Kubrick. A life in a pictures’), Jan Harlan, 2001, VOSE.

Realizado por Jan Harlan, cuñado de Kubrick y antiguo asistente, está compuesto por varios capítulos de 15’ cada uno detallando la realización de sus películas, y dos referidos a su infancia y vida.

Jan Harlan contó con la participación de algunos de los viejos colaboradores de Kubrick quienes fueron entrevistados, entre ellos se encuentran Tom Cruise, Nicole Kidman, Keir Dullea, Arthur C. Clarke, Malcolm McDowell, Peter Ustinov, Jack Nicholson, György Ligeti y Matthew Modine entre otros. También hay entrevistas a varios directores inspirados por Kubrick, como Woody Allen, Steven Spielberg, Martin Scorsese y Sydney Pollack.

Contiene material inédito, incluyendo algunos vídeos pertenecientes al archivo personal de la familia Kubrick o filmaciones realizadas durante el rodaje de las películas del director.

‘El lado oscuro de la Luna’ (‘Algo extraño pasó camino a la Luna’) (‘A funny things happened on the way of the Moon’), Bart Sibrel, 2001, VE.

Falso documental. Descripción en YouTube.

‘Great Bolshy Yarblockos! Making a Clockwork orange', 2007, VO.

‘A clockwork orange. Filming location’, Herve Attia, 2012, VO.

'Without walls: Forbidden fruit. A Clockwork orange', Tony Parsons’, VO, SE en YouTube.

'Still tickin: The return of A clockwork orange’, 2000, VO, SE en YouTube.

‘Turning like Clockwork’, Gary Leva, 2015, VO.

'La historia detrás de... La naranja mecánica', VOSE.

‘Full metal jacket: Between good and evil’, Gary Leva, 2007, VO.

‘The shining code 2.0’, J.M.C. y Michael Wysmierski, 2012, VO

‘Making The shining’, Vivian Kubrick, 1980, VOSE.

‘View from the Overlook: Crafting The shining’, Gary Leva, 2015, VO.

'Room 237', Rodney Ascher, 2012, VOSE.

'Kubrick’s odyssey: Secrets hidden in the films of Stanley Kubrick. Part One: Kubrick and Apollo’, Jay Weidner, 2011, VO.

La 'Part Two' no está distribuida.

'Cinefile. Stanley Kubrick: The invisible man’, 1996, VO.

'Steven and Stanley, remembering Stanley Kubrick: Steven Spielberg’, Arena, BBC, VO, SE en YouTube.

‘Inside Dr. Strangelove, or how I learned to stop worrying and love the bomb’. ('¿Teléfono rojo?, volamos hacia Moscú’), Stanley Kubrick, 1964, making of, VOSE.

​'The directors series: Stanley Kubrick', Thunderball Productions, 2015, VO.

Vídeo ensayo sobre Stanley Kubrick y su filmografía.

[1.1] Early independent features.

[1.2] The Kirk Douglas years.

[1.3] The Peter Sellers comedies.

[1.4] The master works.

[1.5] The final features.

'Camera three: A primer for '2001: A space odyssey', John Musilli, 1970. Mondo Film, VO.

Especial raro de televisión emitido en 1970 en Canadá. Keir Dullea presenta varios cortes de '2001: Una odisea del espacio' que Kubrick decidió no utilizar con escenas del film. Fue editado en Nueva York. 

★ Vídeo, VO.

Videos making of de Warner Bros, VO.

Íd, VOSE.

‘2001. A space odyssey. The making of a myth’, Paul Joyce, 2001, VO.

Íd, VOSE.

'The art of Stanley Kubrick: From short films to Strangelove', David Naylor, 2000, VOSE.

'Fotografías de Stanley Kubrick - Douglas Trumbull: Efectos visuales de 2001 - Arte conceptual de 2001', VOSE.

'The Kubrick files 1. The collaboration of Kubrick and Clarke', Cinema Tyler, 2016, VO.

'The Kubrick files 2. What chess taught Kubrick about filmmaking', Cinema Tyler, 2016, VO.

'How Kubrick made 2001: A Space odyssey', Cinema Tyler, 2016, VO.

Everything Kubrick.

[gyrrakavian]

Umberlee saved my goblin eldritch knight...

This was revealed two weeks ago in session, and I spent those two weeks trying to figure out why a sea goddess of chaos who is very much not known for mercy would save my little amnesiac archaeologist.

And then I tried to plug him into @jewishdragon‘s custom alignment chart. I asked for help placing him and started listing some of the things he’s done. Then, it dawned on me that despite diplomatic attempts (-1 Char mod) he’s caused quite a bit of general chaos.

The first town he got to with the party happened to be the same town that the therianthropic blood cult who tried to sacrifice him was based. Umberlee spared him from bleeding out (magic initiate feat explained).

Upon arriving in town, Bug made certain to wear the ceremonial headdress the cult placed on him for most of his time in public there. Not all of the townies were cultists, but they all recognized the sacrificial helmet and were all made very uncomfortable by it.

At the local tavern that night, there’s a card game and Bug ventures over to join. He puts his trademark scarab medallion up for this hand. Bug wins the hand, grabs his medallion and winnings, then ducks out of the card game pissing off all of the townies and some of the caravan involved. Including some weird blue-skinned dwarf (who may be related to Bug’s near-death).

The party fights a few of the were-cultists that night to prevent them from kidnapping caravan members. We successfully kill all five of them. Bug proceeds to severe the head of the wereboar and carries it around town strapped to his back the next day looking for someone with dermestid or scarab beetles to clean the skull off for him.

That also happened to be the day he ate our kobold chef’s golden curry (grants telepathy). Bug passed his save, the townies who decided to eat some because Bug seemed fine did not. [The DM has informed us we may have a newly awakened warlock or 2 on our hands if we ever go back through there.]

More chaos ensued once the caravan got got to Luxheim. Bug only caused some of it.

During 3 weeks of downtime, he scouted most if not the entire ruined city. He only got into two fights during that time (his Int is 15). The first being when our bloodhunter unwittingly freed a gunpowder ooze from a barrel no-one could read the label on. Bug kept using firebolt on it, demonstrating that goblin science is a combination of gnome science and kobold science. Then, the PCs had to save some lvl 1 NPCs from 2 large slimes in the sewers. Turns out Thunderwave is a novel way to get someone out of a gelatinous cube.

Bug and Bohala (dwarf fighter) mined some weird green and purple crystals while exploring. Thankfully the wild magic crystals just blared out music when the two of them used the biggest one to try to signal some dwarves Bohala invited from across the frozen bay.

A 50ft celestial shark ridden by a Kuatoa preist came cruising out of the city to the by when the dwarvish ironside steamer started firing at the skeletal wyvern showing up across the other side of the bay with Dirk the reasonable wraith. The massive shark went across the top of the water to attack the dwarves (explained later).

After commandeering a landing boat and getting the dwarf to get us out to the shark, the 3 of us who showed up managed to fight the giant shark and priest. Only our poor bloodhunter had to make con saves not to drown.

First we managed to kill the priest. Our skeletal bard turning the shark into a boat (DM’s call) really helped in that respect since it made it much more difficult for the sharp to roll like that.

Once we killed the kuatoa cleric, we had to contend with the 50t celestial shark who was now a shark again thanks to the huge waterweird it was bonded with breaking the bard’s concentration.

Bug managed to crawl into one of the shark’s gill slits and used Shape Water to make an air pocket for himself. Meanwhile the bard and the bloodhunter had to hang onto the shark as it dove and rolled.

Bug slashed and bit at the gill membrane (with disadvantage), used Thunderwave to little effect, and successfully got the killing blow burning an exit hole through the giant shark with Aganazzar’s Scorcher.

After getting the dwarves and the wraith settled, we looted the shark. Bug only wanted it’s 2ft long teeth since it didn’t have much of historical worth in its guts apart from some old paintings and a sealed chest with very clear warning labels (he passed his Wis-save to overcome his curiosity).

That encountered prompted Bug to try to figure out which deity had saved him (nat1). It was totally Peylor. Thankfully, the bloodhunter asked him why he thought that and figured out (nat20) that it was actually Umberlee before Bug started praying.

The dream he gets says, “Open the city. Let the path open.” Still no idea what that means.

Bug had a sword commissioned to be made from one of the celestial shark teeth with the symbol of Umberlee on it. A DM roll later, and Bug had a Sword of the Mysterious Stranger.

We find out about The Curator when Baron Geoff (the bard) manages to catch one of the crows. Bug is trying to be helpful and accidentally spills the beans on some things. So we had to figure out where the Curator’s goons were going to go a raid it first. We narrowed it down to an island with Kuatoa in the harbor and an old  battlefield Bug had a map for and had been itching to get to.

We sent the party of now lvl 2 NPCs to the island and convinced Dirk the wraith to go assist them. The party proper managed to gather some NPCs to help us go scout the battlefield. Bug lost a day trying to tame some of the large goats roaming just outside of town while the rest of the party did other preparations.

We did manage to convince some NPCs to join us on our trip to the battlefield. A goblin gambler, an older cleric with a winter wolf, a dwarfish gunslinger, and a fey woodchuck.

Bug the convinced the fey woodchuck to accompany us so they could continue messing with the gunslinger.

The bloodhunter convinced the gunslinger to come so he could keep an eye on the fey woodchuck.

Bug followed the fey woodchuck through a Transport Through Trees spell, and asked to be sent to the battlefield. No one else in the party had thought to do so (we were all there). So they got to figure out a way to get to the battlefield. Turns out the coastal wizard a day’s trip from town is only lvl 4, so they had to ride oxen from the caravan.

The upside to this was that Gesento(sp?) got paid with the sharktooth shield Bug had him commissioned before heading out.

Thanks to being in the fey wild, Bug got transported to the battlefield 4 days prior. He remembered to thank and pay the fey. Then, spent the next 6 days scurrying about finding, logging, and deducing everything he could about the battle. Including some more recent spine devil spikes.

The bloodhunter found a sword that was buried that Bug overlooked. Bug recalled a story about a noble who refused to leave his castle as it sank, and a knight who had come from said castle (nat20). But the source was pretty sketchy.

The Currator’s crows show up, so Bug starts distracting them. Being a terrible liar did and didn’t help. Accidentally outing the Bloodhunter as being a Bloodhunter and asking the crows what they knew of the Promethean (dead language) phrase “seek the dead brother”, the crows (lesser undead themselves) got VERY riled up.

The Currator’s skeletal Kenku goons started showing up and a fight ensued involving a coatl that was acting weird. As soon as the skellies were dispatched, Bug booked it for the trapdoor Rolland had dug out in a fortified hut. Inside was a spiral stairwell. Bug tied some rope to the railing, then proceeded to slide down the hand rail w/o issue (nat20). Which also meant he went sailing off the end of it cartwheeling across the floor, setting off all of the traps behind him, a subterranean courtyard and stopping abruptly by slamming into a tree in its center (nat1) after causing a loud ruckus.

Found the sunken castle!

Thankfully the werewolves that lived there weren’t part of the cult and didn’t kill us since Rolland smoothed things over with them. And we successfully defeated The Currator’s goons! Bug was happy to had some more skulls to his collection.

He also made some Kenku jaw bone pauldrons for our Drow Light Cleric. Yes, you read all of that sentence correctly.

[yourdeltronpaulley]

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[lifelifeadore]

leonard foujita's hairstyle

[infernare]

JACK ROARKE — high on you !

FULL NAME: James Alexander Roarke nee Buckner

NICKNAME/S: Jack, JB, Jay, Buck

D. O. B.: November 11th, 1984

AGE: 34

GENDER: Cismale

ORIENTATION: Biromantic Bisexual

NATIONALITY: American

PREFERRED PRONOUNS: He/Him

SPECIES: Human

BIRTH PLACE: Burlington, Vermont

CURRENT LIVING SITUATION: A house in San Francisco

OCCUPATION: Graphic designer and comic book illustrator

LANGUAGES: English and French

ACCENT: Faint Vermont accent since he has been living in California for over 10 years

OTHER TALENTS: As a former boy scout, he has a variety of skills, including basic first aid

APPEARANCE:

HEIGHT: 5′11″

BUILD: Slim with muscle definition

SKIN TONE: Very fair

HAIR COLOR: Copper brown

EYE COLOR: Blue

GLASSES OR CONTACTS: None

BIRTHMARKS/SCARS: A scar on his foot from stepping on a fish hook when he was a kid

TATTOOS/PIERCINGS: Jack has a feather and birds inked across his collarbone, and a phoenix tattoo on his forearm

LEFT HANDED/RIGHT HANDED: Left handed

MOST PROMINENT FEATURE: Eyes

CLOTHING STYLE: Casual and colorful, he favors printed shirts paired with neutral jeans

FACE CLAIM: Joseph Morgan

RELATIONSHIPS:

FAMILY: John Buckner (father), Teresa Buckner (mother), Owen Buckner (younger brother)

PETS: Ozzy and Waffles (Miniature Pinscher)

BEST FRIENDS: Tom Marshall (from work), Denny Rolland (from uni) and Sarah Bowman (art collabs)

FOES: Victor Schmidt (boss), Gemma Hayes (ex)

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Married to Elias Roarke

PERSONALITY:

WHAT WOULD BE THEIR CHARACTER ARCHETYPE: The Jester

STRONGEST CHARACTER TRAIT/S: Outgoing, adventurous, amiable, playful, caring

WEAKEST CHARACTER TRAIT/S: Immature, reckless, oblivious, impulsive, starry-eyed

PHOBIAS/FEAR/S: Ruining everything he touches

BIGGEST SECRET/S: Caused his brother to become disabled in a car crash; cheated on his husband with a co-worker; got said co-worker pregnant by mistake

BAD HABITS: Licking at his lips

MENTAL DISORDER/CONDITIONS: None

OBSESSIONS: None

RELIGION: Agnostic

ZODIAC SIGN: Scorpio

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Gryffindor

MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good

OPINION ON DRUG USE: After experiencing firsthand what it does to people, he considers it a big no no

OPINION ON ALCOHOL USE: It’s a lot of fun in moderation

OPINION ON SWEARING: Great way to express emotion

QUIRKS:

HOBBIES: Art in general (sketching, drawing, painting, working on graphic novels), reading, going to the movies, Netflix and Chill, hiking, camping and other outdoors activities

OUTDOORS OR INDOOR PERSON: Outdoors

FAVORITE TYPE OF MUSIC: He is very eclectic, but you’ll catch him singing pop more often than not

FAVORITE COLOR: He likes all colors, but favors green 

FAVORITE FOOD: Pork ribs

FAVORITE ANIMAL: Birds and dogs

FAVORITE BOOK: Neuromancer

FAVORITE SCENT: Honeysuckle

INSTAGRAM: hearmeroarke

WHAT DOES THEIR VOICEMAIL MESSAGE SOUND LIKE: “What’s up? I can’t talk right now, but leave a message after the beep and I’ll call back as soon as I can!”

PAST /FUTURE:

WHAT WERE THEY LIKE AS A CHILD: Energetic, reckless, prone to doing things that got him broken bones, and friendly, having befriended all the kids his age around the neighborhood

DID THEY GROW UP RICH OR POOR: Middle class

DID THEY GROW UP NURTURED OR NEGLECTED: Nurtured

WHAT DID THEY WANT TO BE WHEN THEY GREW UP: Artist or a veterinarian, like his parents

SMELL THAT REMINDS THEM OF THEIR CHILDHOOD: The fresh scent after it rains, smoke (from camping fire) and dogs

BEST CHILDHOOD MEMORY: 10th birthday party, when he and his friends took a trip to Disney

WORST CHILDHOOD MEMORY: Crashing the car in High School

ARE THEY/DO THEY WANT TO GET MARRIED: He is happily married to Elias Roarke

WILL THEY EVER SETTLE DOWN SOMEWHERE: He and his husband have chosen to live in San Francisco

[giantsteps-officialblog]

約2年ぶりに我が心のテリトリー三島2丁目に舞い戻ったでざんす。

昭和40年代に建てられた一軒家は、家族念願のオールドスクールジャパニーズハウスでして、もう最幸の一言。造りが良く、文明の利器もええ塩梅で加えられていて、これからの生活が楽しみでしかない。

淡い緑のタイルを使った浴室に、早速rolland O-wayのcareを置く。それだけで豊かな気持ちになれる。毎日のことなんだし出来る事であれば拘りたい。職業柄、色んなプロダクツを使えるんだけど、やっぱこれに行き着く。

心配してたネット環境が無事整い、予約状況の更新を通常通り行っていけますので、ご安心を。

お店までの距離がグッと縮まりスケボーでの通勤も容易なって嬉しい〜。（笑）

[glimpse-h]

旅の記録Vol.21

朝にブダペストを出て

夕方ダブリンを発って

夜中にボローニャへ到着

翌朝にはボローニャのホテルをチェックアウト

もはや自分が何処に居るのか

分からなくなって来てます（笑）

・

ホテルフロントの女性のカールが

あまりにもキレイだったので一枚

ボローニャへ何をしに来たかというと

パスタを買いに・・・では無く

FICO EATALY WORLD[フィコ]という

ボローニャにあるオーガニックフードや

プロダクトを一堂に会した巨大なセンターへ

どれ位巨大かと言うと

センター内を移動する為に

自転車を貸してくれます

自転車は勿論Bianchi[ビアンキ]

イタリアが誇る自転車メーカーです

・

前には買った物を載せられるカゴも

チーズが山の様に！

重そうな生ハムも・・・ですが

ここへは食べ物を見に来たのではありません

このFICOの中に

ローランド社・オーガニックウェイの直営サロンが

入っているという情報を頼りに来ました

「日本から来たんだ」と言って

僕のサロンでもオーガニックウェイを

使っているという事を伝えると

快く商品の説明や案内をしてくれたスタッフ

発売されたばかりのオーガニックカラー

日本にはまだ上陸していない

レアアイテムも！

・

僕も個人的に新しく出た

メンズラインの商品を買って帰りました

・

情報によると、時期は未定ですが

日本でも発売されるそうですよ

楽しみです

そしてここで実際に僕も

シャンプー＆マッサージをしてもらう事に

個性的なヘアスタイルの男性スタッフ

シャンプーで寝落ちしている僕

ドライヤーにもO-WAYのロゴ

憎い演出ですね

この黒いラベルがメンズライン

男性の皆さんもオーガニックウェイを

体感出来る日が近いですね

蝶ネクタイがキマってるマウリツィオ

僕の耳がおかしく無かったら

そう名乗っていたハズです（笑）

・

彼とは最後に力強い握手と

熱い抱擁をして別れました

オーガニックチョコレート

暑ささえ無ければ皆さんにも

持って帰りたかったなぁ・・・

・

この後センター内で、この旅で２回目の

カンノーリを食べたのですが

写真を撮り忘れました・・・

トスカーナ名産のスパークリングワイン

[ランブルスコ]を発見！

この後のホテルで飲もうという事で

２本お買い上げ

・

サロンでシャンプー＆スタイリングして

もらって、頭と心は軽く・・・

荷物はワイン２本分重くなる・・・

・

センターでのミッションを果たして

ボローニャの市内へと向かう我々なのでした

・

次回はボローニャへ来たら

確かめたかったあの食べ物のお話を

ホテルの駐車場で見かけた旧車

・

今回行ったFICOはとても数時間では

回れない巨大なセンターでした

・

旅行の際に、観光地だけでは無く

食文化等にも触れたい方にはオススメですよ

FICO EATALY　WEBサイト→Click

・

最後に、今回のサロンを教えて下さった

Rolland Japanの皆さんとそのサロン

HORTO SPAのスタッフに感謝です

ボローニャへ行かれた際は是非

HORTO SPA[ホルトスパ]へ！

マウリツィオが待ってます（笑）

HRTO SPA→Click

[yae-blog]

https://www.oway.it/

1948年に創業した 

長い歴史と高い権威ある 国際的に認められた

「 ecocert 」と「 bioagricert 」の 

認定済みオーガニックブランド 

それが rolland O-WAY です。 

オーガニックコンセプトにいち早くシフトし 

現在は世界70ヶ国に商品を提供する 

ヨーロッパではトップブランドである総合メーカーです。 

企画、生産、流通、全てを イタリアボローニャで行い

非常にクオリティーの高い 商品を

継続して提供しています。

rolland O-WAY は

自社の経営する50000㎡の広大な 

バイオダイナミックファーム「 ORTOFFICINA 」 

(農薬を与えないどころか水すら与えず野生の状態を作る農場) 

で、植物本来の生命力を尊重することで 

より強い植物を生み出し 

健康で効果的な有効成分をふんだんに含んだ 

最高品質の植物エキスを作り出し

それを 全ての商品のベースとして

ふんだんに配合し、 クオリティーの高い 

最高品質の製品化を実現しています。


ヨーロッパ最先端の植物科学を結集し 

ラウレス硫酸ナトリウム・鉱物油

パラペン・香料等の 

有害な可能性のある成分を一切含んでいない

世界最高クオリティーの製品を製造しています。

O-WAY is the first hair treatment ti use essential oils,

hydrolates,pure micronized plants from 

zero kilometer biodynamic farming grown at Ortofficina

私たちは

より健康で自然で有効成分を多く含み 

科学処理を行わない成分を使用することで 

私たちの身体を健康な状態に保ち 

幸福や生活の質を向上させると信じています。


Maybe you can’t change the world but you can make it a better place


rolland O-WAY では

ごくわずかに配合される成分でさえ

重要な変化をもたらすと信じています。  

この為、rolland O-WAY の製品には

アマゾン流域地区、 オーストラリア先住民地区や

インドシナ アフリカの地域のうち

４８６の地域団体で生産され 

倫理的管理を行っている農産地を由来とする

植物が選ばれています。

The highest quality formulas 


ピュアオイル、レジン、ミツロウ

植物性油脂、 植物由来の軟化剤は

効果的なお手入れや毛髪に

栄養を与え保護するために欠かせません。


植物性たんぱく質 を調合することにより 

毛髪繊維を生きいきとさせ

お手入れを繰り返すたびに繊維組織を改善します。


ナチュラルブースターにより髪の毛を保護

ツヤを増し、健康な状態にしていきます。


100% 「 ORTOFFICINA 」で 栽培、抽出、精製された 

バイオダイナミック植物を使用することで 

毛髪や頭皮がバランスを崩すことで起こる 

様々な問題に対して、効果的な有効成分を 

最大限凝縮し解決することができます。

pure blends of essential oils


エッセンシャルオイルのブレンドにより

香りに生命を吹き込みます。 


原料となる植物自身がそうであるように

独特な他に真似できない香りを作り出します。 


O–WAYの製品はすべて慎重にブレンドされた


エッセンシャルオイルを混合したもので
香りづけされています。


このエッセンシャルオイルは
植物の心臓部とも言える

有効成分に富んだ
最も重要な部分です。


人工香料と違い

エッセンシャルオイルは
体と心にとって非常に

有益な効果をもたらし、
お手入れを

リラックスと全身の健康のためへの
時間へと変化させます。

Less packaging, more environment


私たちは世界で初めて

衛生、自然性、
高品質、透明性を保証するために


琥珀色ガラスとアルミニウムを選択した


プロフェッショナル・ヘアケアブランドです。  

環境への影響を最小限にとどめるため、


最低限必要な包装のみを使用しています。


継続・再生可能な自然素材を選んでいます。


マーケティング用には再生紙または


FSC紙、ボール紙、PEFC木材や
その他の

持続可能な素材を使用して


地球環境に優しい材料を作り出しています。

WHY GLASS


医薬品グレード琥珀色ガラスは最善の方法で


高濃度で調合された自然成分や


エッセンシャルオイルの純度を保証します。


100%無限再生可能です。

WHY ALUMINIUM


アルミニウムは極めて耐久性が高く

製品を最善に保存するための可適応素材で


大いに推奨されるものです。

effective chemical-free products


環境にやさしくクリーンな
最新の化学原理に従って

開発された製品が
最大の結果を保証します。 


私たちは

いまだにECO-BIOな製品が
従来の製品と

同等の結果をもたらさないと
信じている人々に対して


化学物質に頼らない優れた効果を示したいと思います。


rolland O-WAY の製品は

SLS／SLES、パラベン、人口着色料、

合成香料、
EDTA、PEG／PPG／BG、鉱物油、

石油由来成分、


遺伝子組み換え成分を使用していません。

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