#sahale

[mucdj]

(Mula)

[teplejtrouba]

když jste poly, tupí jak necky a neumíte plavat

[fitnessgeekandcoffeefreak]

Nothing in this trip went to plan, but we made it to the top regardless. This is just so beautiful ❤️

[fantrollology]

what about those brands that do shit like birthday cake frosting covered cashes or super mega ccandy coated or some shit

or do you like a plain ass out the shell cashew

“I like a seasoned cashew. Can’t say I’ve tried ‘birthday cake’ flavor though.”

[intercomkris]

for the girls who get it, get it. and the girls who don't, don't.

[i8seattle]

Sahale Arm and Sahale Camp, North Cascades

The North Cascades are located in the northwestern part of Washington State, along the border with Canada. Sahale Camp is the highest (7,600 ft.) official camp site in the North Cascades National Park. The route follows the Cascade River and ascends to Cascade Pass, then swings onto Sahale Arm, a giant curving slope carpeted in grasses and wildflowers. The overall elevation gain is 4,000…

[theaskew]

Elsa Sahal (French, b. 1975, lives and works in Paris), TBC, 2024. Raku fired glazed ceramic, 15 1/2 x 9 x 5 1/2 in. | 39.4 x 22.9 x 14 cm. (Source: Nathalie Karg Gallery, New York City)

[es-oh-bfo-em]

[phanta-friends]

miso, succession, darning socks, minecraft

[travelgurus]

Splendid Autumn North Cascades National Park in Washington, USA. This is Doubtful Lake in between Cascade Pass and Sahale Arm

[rxtualistic]

"The only time I will enjoy with you is when I drive a stake through your chest," she spat, lips pursed into a thin line, purposefully ignoring all the previous jabs. It didn't matter how much she tried to cover it with threats and insults. Theirs was a game few could play. And last night had provided Satya with an advantage Naya wouldn't be able to regain again. She had given her rival the upper hand. Willingly. Like the idiot, she prided herself in not being. Stupid, stupid girl. There were certain perks to being the bad guy, amongst them, not being submitted to judgment shone bright. Who would be surprised, repulsed, disappointed… that Satya slept with the enemy? That she played with her food, sort to say, a bit? No one. But for Naya… her whole moral system was about to be questioned. Her qualifications for the job. Even her worth as a person. Her father would have been so disappointed. "Looking forward to attending your funeral. If leeches have those." // @missmvrder

Pride was something the vampire understood well and it was impossible not to see how much Naya had been affected by their night together. It made it all more sweet to Satya. "You had a lot of opportunities last night," she casually said. "Careful or people will think you talk more than you act." Satya would not run her mouth on what happened between them, but that, the hunter didn't know. It wouldn't hurt to have her think otherwise. "I wonder what others would say if they knew what your threat really mean." Hate and love were close, often dancing together, and in this case, it was hate that fuelled them. "Can't wait for you to enjoy your time with me again Naya." // @wutheringdevotion

[simena]

Susan Sahall

[fitnessgeekandcoffeefreak]

Sahale Glacier (via Cascade Pass)

This is one of the top 3 rated hikes in Washington State, and some say it's actually #1. I haven't hiked all the mountains so I guess I can't say, but it was the most gorgeous place I have ever hiked. Nothing went as planned. Permits weren't available for the glacier camp so we decided to day hike the entire thing. . .

14 miles (there and back) and almost 5,000 ft elevation gain. Some spots were well over 1K ft elevation gain in less than a mile. It was, by far, the most difficult hike I've finished according to stats, but I felt good. My back was definitely done, but I felt like my body handled it very well.

I had a list of animals I wanted to see along the way and I saw most of them! The goats were amazing! The marmots are so interesting to watch. My hiking friend was at the front of us and he saw a baby black bear cub scurry off into the grass, but I missed it. (That would've completed my list!)

Trips like this always remind me how ridiculous all of our problems truly are. You only objective is to finish and survive, really. To enjoy the things around you and really be living in the moment. The mountains are SO big and beautiful and, just, amazing. I do wish I would've taken a few more pictures, but honestly, I was really trying to be fully engaged in the experience.

[bernardperroudart]

Elsa Sahal. Composition abstraite, 2001. Céramique (deux éléments), 120 x 120 x 70 cm.

[drivinmeinsane]

So I can't stop thinking about when I bought my minx coat Ken and these where the frequently bought together items.

I'm left imagining a Ken left out on a dog tie only being thrown very expensive Pecans as sustenance. It's haunting me and I think someone should write it as a way to exorcise this demon from my mind (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

I now require all requests to be as delightedly weird as this one. Thank you for sending this in and making me get it done. I had a blast writing this. <3

{ masterlist } ※ { ao3 }

※ Summary: He’s got no money. He’s got no car. He’s got no house. He’s got artisanal pecans.

※ Rating: G for generally upsetting all audiences

※ Word count: 853

The screen door creaks obnoxiously as you shove it open and step down onto your back porch. You barely have the time to let it shut behind you before a blond man comes barreling towards you on all fours. Ken all but tackles you in his excitement.

“Easy, Ken, easy,” you admonish.

He settles at your feet, chastised, faux mink coat spilling around him. His glittery blue collar is in sharp contrast to the gray fur. His tag jingles against the clip at the end of his tether. It’s a necessary precaution to keep him from wandering too far. Despite all his protests otherwise, you know he would be liable to set out on a three hour walk to some unknown location and take another three hours to return only with some misguided ideals in his head.

You run a gentle hand through his hair. He leans up into your touch, clearly enjoying the sensation of your nails against his scalp. He would gladly be petted all day if possible.

“I brought you something,” you say with a smile.

You give the bag of expensive pecans that you’re holding in your hand a shake, drawing the blond’s attention to it. After careful research, making sure to do a deep dive on each company, you were sure you had found the best pecans to give your hungry boy as a treat. He was so fond of dried fruit and glazed nuts that you would be shocked if he didn’t like the Sahale Snacks® pecans in the ‘Valdosta’ variety.

Ken puts his hands on your legs, forgetting himself in his delight. He’s almost panting in his eagerness for the treat in your grasp. You can’t allow bad behavior so you step back, dislodging his hold. “Off, Ken. You know better.”

He immediately pulls his hands away. He rests them against the outdoor rug, digging his fingers into short fibers in the effort to contain himself. A wide smile spreads across his face when you praise him for obeying. He loves nothing more than to make you happy. He can’t help the wiggle his body does in excitement as you open the bag and stick your hand in to grab a small handful of the mix. The crinkling noise has his rapt attention. The glaze is sticky on your fingers.

You withdraw your hand and offer him his good boy treat. He props himself on his knees and makes eye contact, he waits patiently for your permission. You give him an encouraging nod. He presses his mouth into your cupped hand and eats the pecans. His lips are soft against your palm and there’s a whiskery hint of his stubble. You feel the wet brush of his tongue as he seeks out every crumb.

He pulls back, a thoughtful look in his usually vacant, blue eyes. “Is it me or do these pecans just get dreamier and dreamier?” he asks, his tone a little congested with emotion.

“That’s because they’re Sahale Snacks® pecans. They’re a nicer brand than you’ve been getting.”

He looks stunned that you upgraded him from the Great Value™ Dried Cranberries & Candied Pecans to this new brand. From a salad topper to an actual glazed nut mix? It’s like you had just given him the world, like you respected him in a way that was beyond ordinary®.

You offer him another small handful and he all but lunges for them. The kneeling man finds a cranberry amongst the nuts and lets out a pleased groan. He vacuums up every morsel. You giggle a little at the way his eager snuffling against your skin tickles. He looks at the bag in your other hand and his eyes inexplicably start to well up with tears. Before you can reach out to give him a soothing pet, he bursts into hysterical sobs.

"Don't look at me!" He's crying. He's actually crying over the pecans.

"That good, huh?" You ask gently.

He nods, sniffling pathetically as he swallows. “They’re sublime.”

You take a seat on the patio and set the bag aside. You give your leg a coaxing pat and suddenly, Ken’s on your lap like an overzealous dog. You take it in stride.

“You’re a good boy, Ken.”

He whines at the praise. You follow up your approval with a scritch under his jaw. He squirms delightedly, almost getting tangled in his tether. He rolls over for a belly scratch and you oblige him. You almost think his foot is going to start kicking, he’s that into it. You let him lay across your legs for a while, letting him enjoy the aftertaste of the glazed mix and your affectionate petting. All things must come to and end though, and before long you’re encouraging the man off of you. He scrambles to his hands and knees and gives you a betrayed look that’s not eased by a smoothed over his head. His coat is slipping down, revealing a bare shoulder. You grasp the material and straighten it before getting ready to go back in the house.

“I’ll see you later. Be good. I know you pecan.”

[suzetteshea]

Solarium.

Susan Sahall, (American, 1938 - 2012)