#enr

[etf-eszkozok]

ENR Energizer rövid távon instabil határon mozog

ENR Energizer rövid távon instabil határon mozog. Az Energizer Holdings (ENR) fundamentális képe vegyes: a vállalat jelenlegi árfolyama (kb. 22,87 USD) jelentősen elmarad a becsült belső értéktől (53,23 USD), így a részvény 57%-kal alulértékeltnek számít az elemzések szerint. A vállalat pénzügyi helyzete közepes, a profitabilitási pontszáma 51/100, míg a szolvencia (adósságtűrő képesség)…

[fmarkets]

Energizer Holdings Inc Suffers Steep Drop in Revenue, Profits Plummet by 95.59% in Q1 2024 https://csimarket.com/stocks/news.php?code=ENR&date=2024-02-07100718&utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=tumblr

[yridenergyridenergy]

[kylianism]

i just had to share thought it was important

[mxbluemarine]

From @luvstruckmutt 's YCH!!! Finally the illusive JayDom.

[mc-rupige]

Honestly idk if I completely like foolhalo as a" current" ship on qsmp

something just doesn't feel natural to me

But the energy brought by some fanfic authors as a short situationship/accidental hook up a few centuries ago that is never talked about unless it's for winning an argument? Gold

[meuamo]

2nd season of squid games is almost unbearably bad jesus fucking christ

[apocalypticpsiboys]

Chapter 18 of Everlasting Night: Definitive is now up! You can read it here!

In which Lucas and Ness return to Tazmily Village and find some familiar faces awaiting their return.

There's also some content warnings: Blood and gore, Foul language, moderate angsty teenage hormones and some very mild jealousy

[spiderwarden]

GOBLIN TRASH

FAILS ARMS ABOUT. LISTEN! THAT IS THE REAL WAR CRIME! I AM A HOUSE BAENRE COMMANDER! AND I WAS GIVEN... goblins. GOBLINS!!!

@starlatan / uUUUUGH

[shayberri789]

Well.

Guess I have more research to do

hey I want to see something

take this quiz (https://dlcincluded.github.io/MQ/) and then tell me about your score.

if you're autistic plus another overlapping type of neurodivergent, choose the autistic option. self diagnoses are valid.

choose other neurodivergent if you are neurodivergent but not autistic. again, self diagnoses are valid.

check out the monotropism theory of autism (https://monotropism.org/)

[denorteanorte]

Katopodis por las tarifas de electricidad: “Paren con el ajuste"

El ministro de Infraestructura bonaerense, Gabriel Katopodis, estuvo en la audiencia pública por el aumento del servicio de electricidad de Edenor y Edesur. Y se expresó allí.  Las empresas licenciatarias pidieron un irracional incremento del 89% en la tarifa. El ministro sanmartinense en ese contexto evaluó: “El tarifazo no es el camino ni lo que esperaba la gente, esto ya salió mal (…)”. En el…

[rogerdeakinsdp]

Academy Award Winners for Best Cinematography: 1999 — Janusz Kamiński, ASC Saving Private Ryan (1998) Directed by Steven Spielberg Aspect Ratio: 1.85 : 1

“Steven and I really didn't want to shoot Private Ryan in black-and-white, and I think it would have been a little pretentious to do another World War II film that way. [...] We also wanted to shoot this picture in color because there is some blood in the film and we wanted to play with the reds, even though we did desaturate the colors. [...] I knew the movie would have more of a bluish tone to it, and the color of the blood on the uniforms and the ground was a primary concern. Because we were dealing with a World War II drama, the wardrobe was already muted, and since we were shooting in England and Ireland, we had day after day of foggy, rainy climate, which automatically made the light more diffused and the colors more pastel. We therefore compared various levels of ENR, and based on those tests, the special effects department mixed a certain amount of blue into the blood to make it a bit darker than they normally use.” — Janusz Kamiński for American Cinematographer, August 1998

[catbolt]

— FLORIDA KILOS

[SOUNDTRACK] Florida Kilos - Lana Del Rey || ▶︎

Business trips with Sylus are atypical.

[TAGS] sylus x female mc, angsty fluff?, brief smut, canonical sylus but he also sells drugs

[A/N] written very topically in key west cause my vacation would have been sm better with sylus (i need to touch grass)

[WC] 1.2k

songfic 2/?

They touch down in the late afternoon, the sun barreling down over the horizon dramatically like a ball of hellfire, sending ricocheting red tongues of flame out over a turquoise ocean. She feels the ground rumble as the wheels kiss the pavement, Sylus’ strong hand wrapping around her waist to secure her as they roll to a stop. 

They step out into the Florida sunset, deplaning onto his private hangar. His arm remains around her waist the entire while, the only sound other than the whirring plane engines being the clank of his rings against each other as he hoists their bags over his shoulder. They descend onto the tarmac. She looks up at him, his face inscrutable behind a pair of dark sunglasses. 

She doesn’t get Sylus, not really. Every time she thinks she does, he does something so unexpected that she has to rework her entire understanding of him. Like when he takes extended time to pet the stray cat outside the hotel, or makes casual conversation with the bellhop with a broad and genuine smile on his face. A smile that falls immediately the second the door falls shut behind them, and he proceeds to immediately check the entire room for bugs and arm himself with a gun from his luggage. 

Still a business trip, sweetheart, he murmurs softly as he sees her eyes trained on the way he tucks the pistol onto the stomach band holster beneath his t-shirt. Need to make sure I’m keeping you safe.

She knew about the protocores and weapons. What she didn’t fully grasp until now was that when Sylus once told her he had his hands in a lot of pies, he also meant drugs. That was why he'd taken her to Florida. She catches him on tense calls late at night, tapping into security feeds to scrutinize black cars carrying god knows what illicit substances and paraphernalia through back alleys, even rifling through miscellaneous vials and baggies that are shoved into a suitcase he tells her not to open. She ignores it for the most part. She’s learned to push down the moral ambivalence that stirs up whenever she thinks about what Sylus actually does for a living, the mix of guilt and confusion and frustration at her complete inability to reconcile two halves of the man she loves.

When they’re on the beach together, she just pretends they’re just a normal couple on vacation. She relaxes in the warm ocean, feeling Sylus’ eyes on her all the way from their cabana where he sits, preferring the shade. The corner of his mouth quirks into a barely-there smirk as she exits the water, taking in her swimsuit-clad form as he sips on a glass of dark rum. The second she’s close enough, she’s in his arms, his thumbs rubbing circles into the salt still lingering on her skin, his sun-flushed nose nuzzling into the place where her neck meets her jaw. He murmurs unintelligible nothings into her soft skin, more for himself than for her to hear.

He doesn’t tell her details of the business he's here on in an effort to keep work time separate as much as possible, though she can see it weighing on him each time he gets back to the hotel room after one of his “meetings." HIs face always look tired, but quickly softens into a gentler expression when he sees her, and he envelops her in his arms, peppering fluttering kisses over her face and neck. He deftly sidesteps the majority of her work-related questions to ask about her days instead. It’s not because he underestimates her– he’s just unshakably devoted to her protection, and the less she knows, the safer she is.

She doesn’t get him when he insists repeatedly that it’s just a business trip, but makes a continuous and purposeful effort to make sure she’s having a good time, that she’s enriched and well taken care of. The days he’s gone early in the morning, she wakes up to notes on the nightstand: Got you tickets to the museum, if you want to go today. Or I think you should visit the beach while I’m out. I’ve set up a driver to take you at noon. He insists on private charter planes, private drivers, private security, private beaches and excursions for her, ensuring she’s fully surveilled every second she’s out and about while he’s away.

Only when he’s back at the hotel with her does he ease up a bit, dismissing security detail for the night, taking her out on the town holding her hand tightly all the while. He buys her all the mai tais and mojitos she asks for, walking her home with a protective hand on her as she stumbles giggly through the streets, hands toying in the strings of her bikini beneath her cover-up.

When he lays her on the bed, French balcony doors blown open haphazardly by the wind, the sound of the waves battering softly against the shore and the chirp of cicadas are the only sounds other than their breathing. He removes each piece of her clothing slowly, tantalizingly, not with the intention to tease (though that is inevitably the resulting effect) but more because he simply cherishes each millisecond he spends uncovering another sliver of her body, each inch of her he reveals sending a shiver through him like he's discovering a secret. He worships her with slow wet kisses, his hands following close behind everywhere his lips have touched, soothing the skin that blooms purple and red with gentle caresses. He grips her hips softly when he enters her, exhaling a deep and heavy sigh, rocking back and forth achingly slowly with his eyes closed in bliss. He holds her securely in his arms with one hand on the small of her back and the other behind her neck, fingers pressing into her skin, each fingertip of pressure sending hot spears of desire deep into her body.

She doesn’t quite understand the loving things he whispers into her ears in times like this. She doesn’t get where it comes from, the rare, delicate softness in his words so strikingly absent from the way he talks to anyone else— so beautiful for me, my dove, I worship you, my gorgeous girl…

Afterwards, he stands on the balcony, cigarette clamped between his lips as he stares out over the ocean, hair damp from the shower and towel slung low over his hips. He swirls a glass of whisky in his other hand, tendrils of smoke clawing their way into the tepid night air through his teeth. Faint music from the nearby bars mingles with the sound of gentle waves upon the shore, so soft it sounds almost like ripples, like rain.

When he’s in his head like this she knows better than to ask him what he’s thinking. Instead, she just comes up behind him, standing not too close or too far, resting her elbows on the banister. They both watch the starlight freckle the surface of the ocean outside. 

I love you, Sylus mumbles. It’s what he always says when he doesn’t know what else to. The utterance is so quiet it’s nearly drowned out by the sound of the water, but she catches it, just barely.

I love you too.

[wheeboo]

*inhales*

instagram stories -> jeon wonwoo

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[entropythusiast]

erm joshler….. joshl enr

[seven-homosexual-dinosaurs]

Big fan of whatever the hell ENRe Elizabeth, Nerissa, and FuwaMoco have going on. Doomed yuri and some dogs. Liz angsting in the corner monologuing over how she has no one but the king and has no devotion other than the throne meanwhile fwmc is off somewhere like “Man, it’s nice I have Elizabeth to rely on. I wonder what she’s doing right now :)” and Nerissa’s out plotting twenty different ways to get Liz to kiss her.

Hell relation ship chart where Liz considers the dogs her little sisters and some of the only people she can trust and has a Situationship with Nerissa where she loves her but doesn’t realize it and feels bound by her duty. Mococo is dependant on Liz and trusts her completely, is Fuwawa’s younger twin but neither of them realize it because of the amnesia, and distrusts Nerissa completely and has had many violent conflicts with her. Fuwawa looks up to Liz and seeks her for guidance, is Mococo’s older twin but doesn’t realize it due to amnesia, and is pretty friendly with Nerissa and has generally mostly had good interactions with her. Nerissa is loudly in love with Liz and calls her “My sweetest scarlet”, has had mostly friendly interactions with Fuwawa, and is mostly exasperated by Mococo’s distrust of her but did also suggest they both be executed one time.

Emotionally closed off knight and the people who love her regardless.