#Mandane

[venicepearl]

Mandane was a Median princess and, later, the queen consort of the Persian king Cambyses I and the mother of Cyrus the Great, the founder of the Achaemenid Empire. The name likely originates from the Old Iranian *Mandanā-, which means “delighting, cheerful”.

[maturemenoftvandfilms]

Robert Mandan (1932-2018) American Actor

I was recently reminded on how hot Mr. Mandan was.

[elbiotipo]

Estamos ante los terroristas más cringe de la historia

[unteriors]

8th Avenue SE, Mandan, North Dakota.

[dadsinsuits]

Robert Mandan

[agelessphotography]

Indian Man on the Bus, Mission District, San Francisco, California, Zig Jackson, 1994

[beldrw]

Bastante gracioso ver a alguien quejarse de que la gran mayoría de personas de una facultad son re peronchas, cuando la facultad en sí fue fundada por un peronista.

[jessicatates]

[forever70s]

Robert Mandan in 1977

[seddenostalgia]

la creatura sol de mayo en el asesinato de kennedy

JFKAJFKSLFBFJ Me da vibras al huevo del gato con botas He was always there 🧍

[manaosdeuwu]

can someone take me out (murder) next wednesday. please

[maturemenoftvandfilms]

I always had a boner for Robert Mandan from Soap. Any good pix of him?. Topless or nude preferably. Google does not give him props.

I think I do have some topless pics of him.

[elbiotipo]

Una vez en un intento de salvar un lagarto overo (larga historia, no se pudo), el rescatista con el que hablé me contó que los reptiles, por motivos que los dos desconocemos pero deben tener su explicación, sobreviven mucho después de muertos. Sus reflejos siguen activos, el cuerpo sigue andando. Me contó de un yacaré al que le dieron un tiro en la cabeza, el animal ya estaba muerto del todo, pero seguía caminando como si estuviese vivo, en círculos, agitando la cola, sin saber por qué, por puro acto reflejo, aunque ya estaba muerto y sin cerebro.

Algo así es Estados Unidos bombardeando otros países.

[dadsinsuits]

Robert Mandan

[pvrseide]

#𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐇𝐐: 𝐦𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬.

—  🐰  —     easter season & eggs.

frases randoms y un poquito sugerentes que pueden ( o no ) emplearse en doble sentido, sacadas de discord porque todes les users son muy imaginativos.

‘  que bonitos están tus huevos.  ’

‘  adelante, puedes comerte mi huevo.  ’

‘  a ver tus huevos.  ’

‘  ¿te ayudo a pintar tu huevo?  ’

‘  ¿puedo tomarle una foto a tus huevos?  ’

‘  el conejo de pascua es muy tenebroso. ’

‘  me atraganté con un huevo  ’

‘  el que encuentra suficientes huevos se lo lleva el conejo. ’

‘  los conejos de pascua son furros encubiertos.  ’

‘  cuando dijeron que podíamos venir disfrazados, no se referían a esto.  ’

—  🌷  —     general.

‘  ¿qué ocurrió?  ’

‘  quédate conmigo toda la noche.  ’

‘  estoy hartx de mi familia.  ’

‘  todo sería más sencillo si no tuviera dinero.  ’

‘  todo sería más sencillo si tuviera dinero.  ’

‘  ¡feliz cumpleaños!  ’

‘  ¿qué planes tienes para las vacaciones?  ’

‘  necesito playa, un mojito y un buen bronceado.  ’

‘  luces fatal.  ’

‘  ¿vamos por algo de beber? yo invito.  ’

‘  me voy a marchar de parís.  ’

‘  necesito tu ayuda.  ’

‘  te necesito.  ’

‘  perdóname.  ’

‘  no esperaba verte.  ’

‘  me robaron.  ’

‘  si pudieras deshacer y volver a vivir tu último año ¿lo harías?  ’

‘  necesito un abrazo.  ’

‘  ¿te puedo abrazar?  ’

‘  confía en mí.  ’

—  🗺️  —     escenarios.

🗼 para un starter situado en la torre eiffel.

🏛️ para un starter situado en el museo de louvre.

🛍️ para un starter situado en el centro comercial.

👗 para un starter situado en un desfile de modas.

🎡 para un starter situado en la feria.

🎶 para un starter situado en un concierto.

💀 para un starter situado en un estudio de tatuajes.

🍺 para un starter situado en un club nocturno.

💼 para un starter situado en el empleo de mi personaje.

🏠 para un starter situado en la casa de mi personaje.

—  ⏰  —     extras.

ninguno de estos starters está ubicado en una línea del tiempo específica, es a libre elección de cada une y pueden jugar con ello. los marcados con un asterisco ( * ) se envían con la especificación necesaria para el starter [ por ejemplo: what if + nuestros personajes nunca terminaron / au + twilight ]. 

[ WHAT IF? + * ]: para un starter basado en un "¿qué hubiera pasado sí...?"

[ 2GEN ]: para un starter con los hijes de nuestros personajes.

[ YOUNG ]: para un starter con una versión más joven de mi personaje.

[ OLD ]: para un starter con una versión más grande de mi personaje.

[ HP ]: para un starter con nuestros personajes habitando el universo de harry potter.

[ PREGNANT ]: para un starter donde mi personaje le cuente al tuyo que está esperando un hije.

[ WEDDING ]: para un starter donde mi personaje invite al tuyo a su boda.

[ BABY ]: para un starter con nuestros personajes cuidando a un bebé.

[  PLACE ]: para un starter con nuestros personajes viviendo en otra parte del mundo.

[ AU + * ]: para un starter ubicado en cualquier universo alternativo.

disclaimer: memes exclusivos para usuaries y ex-usuaries de asieslavida, se agradece que personas ajenas al rp no den reblog.  ♡  clv is not over yet  ♡

[hallothere]

37 with Lothrandir?

37. Scars/Lasting Marks (this one does, naturally, contain implications of torture)

Here Halbarad ordered him, so here Lothrandir sat.

Dark overhead and underfoot, he took steady breaths in the shadows of the borrowed tent. The Rohirrim had provisioned them as richly as they were able, for theirs was the most imminent errand, and their aid in the form of Aragorn had been great. Mithrandir was already gone with Peregrin Took, and there were many tents that would stand empty tomorrow.

With shaking hands he had put back his own hair in preparation. Idhrien and Mandan would need to see to him. He knew full well the back and sides of his neck would need attention, knew and trusted both healers, but had long been his own healer. He had seen to his own wounds in Forochel, and on patrol. He had no aversion to healers, and would gladly--

Lothrandir pressed a hand to his face. Not gladly. With much reluctance. It is not easy to ask, less so to sit still.

The Wizard could not surprise him with things he himself already admitted, fears he already named. It was one less weapon in Saruman's sheath. Quite easier to scoff and say it was old news once he'd been forced to face it in the quiet. In the dark.

"I know them," he whispered to himself, "I don't fear them. I love them both dearly. ...I swore to Halbarad I'd behave." This last did little to lighten the heavy air, but he felt something better for it. He ought to be fine. They had seen other injured- other tortured- Rangers before him. Dealt with wounds and skittish patients every day. He would be brave, and in bravery still heed those who cared for him.

It was a few minutes more until Idhrien and Mandan came. Idhrien held a lantern aloft and- minus a bruise across her nose almost healed and almost just like his own- looked the same as he'd last seen her. Mandan looked as he always did: as if he'd just crawled out of a thornbush.

"Lothrandir." Idhrien greeted him warmly. He could see her face well enough and she smiled. Well, it was much more a Ranger's grimace than anything else. That put him more at ease than he thought possible.

"You haven't aggravated anything, have you?" And Mandan was as prickly as ever.

Lothrandir shook his head. Idhrien didn't bother to shoot her colleague a dark look but simply carried on. She brought the lantern to the cot and lifted up the spare board from underneath it. This she laid across the slats and set her lantern on. It would service in want of a table.

"Mandan has your salves, and I will hold the needle tonight." She explained it to him calmly, without any appeasement or parental overtones which healers sometimes took. Not coddled, not patronized. It was going better than expected, though with the worst yet to come.

Mandan started removing his own cloak. "You'll need to shed that tunic. I can already see blood through it."

Lothrandir hesitated. The blood betrayed the story he did not want to tell. Mandan didn't seem to notice, and came around in front of him with the cloak outstretched.

"Shivering does make it worse, for you and for us. You can wrap this around anything but your back." Lothrandir looked up. Mandan's normally hooded and placid eyes were alight with something that scared and comforted him. "But if Halbarad's measure is right, we won't be too long in our work."

He took the cloak and set it on his lap before taking a breath. In as quick a motion as he could muster, he pulled the tunic over his head and let it drop to the cot beside him. The wounds on his torso were fewer, and he made no attempt to hide the hasty bandaging from Mandan before he curled his arms into the borrowed cloak. It was still warm.

"Thank you." He said softly. Mandan nodded and returned to Idhrien's side.

Idhrien, for her part, hadn't begun her work without warning. Now that Lothrandir had been made as comfortable as he might, she began to look him over.

"I don't have to tell you how bad it is." There was no gentle rise in her tone to indicate any kind of contradiction or inclination to do so anyway. Lothrandir did not know her well, but he had always liked Idhrien. They had met- and Mandan as well, he recalled- the last time he ventured this southern road. They were both odd, and both sensible in their work.

He could hear the rustling of bottles and fabric and a quiet lament of Mandan's. The words were low, but part of it was a curse on the Falcon clan. He knew now Mandan had not been victim of the caves but part of Saeradan's scouting party. It seemed his stores suffered now. Whether from plunder or need, Lothrandir wasn't so sure.

"We'll clean everything first." Idhrien spoke up again. "We brought clean water and Aragorn has his own supply of athelas we might call upon." In a smaller voice she continued, "I am glad you are back with us as much as him."

None of them gave color to those darker possibilities which almost were. Lothrandir simply nodded. His heart was in his throat, and he brought his cloaked hands up near to his chin. He made to lean on them, but something pulled in his side. Wincing, Lothrandir sat up straighter.

"If the cot is disagreeable, the floor is not much better an option." Mandan, having seen his discomfort, interjected. Lothrandir heard something like a cough, and the dour healer amended. "It is workable. Better, though not much, if that would soothe you at all."

"They are not so fresh." Lothrandir said. He leaned forward again, resting his chin on his hands, and tried to find the least painful posture. "The lash-master did not waver in his work, but the wounding is worse than the mending."

He could practically hear them exchange a glance.

"Even so, our job is to heal you and not wound further." Idhrien sounded a little closer now. "We're going to start on your mending now, in fact." She placed a slightly wet hand on his shoulder, presumably soaked with water. The salve would come after, and it would sting.

"And we will prove this lash-master's 'work' poorer than our own." Mandan uncorked something loudly, and Lothrandir wondered what sort of spirits the Rohirrim offered their patients.

Idhrien actually chuckled at his antics. Long-used to them, she would know his moods better than Lothrandir. It seemed both healers were in good humor, and that as much as anything else lifted a weight from his shoulders. They were not treating him like a thing of glass, like an ornament or delicately threaded lace. No finery, but still, somehow, a precious thing.

"Will they scar?" It was out of his mouth before he gave it thought. Lothrandir pressed his lips tightly together and listened to the silence that descended on the tent. He wasn't sure if it was extended by reticence on Mandan's part, or a smothering glare on Idhrien's.

"They can try."

Something in his chest uncoiled. Melted, even, right off his ribcage and down his sides. Such a small declaration.

Lothrandir nodded. His voice was tight, but with new reason. "Very well. I am ready."