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Revolutionize Your Landscape with Crazy Stone Paving | Stone Centre

Transform your landscape with Crazy Stone Paving from Stone Centre. Explore our premium selection for durable, visually appealing solutions that stand the test of time. Discover the versatility and charm of Crazy Pavers from Stone Centre. Create unique pathways, patios, and outdoor spaces with our premium selection. Explore stunning designs and durable options to elevate your landscape effortlessly. Find your perfect paving solution today. Crazy pavers come in a variety of stunning finishes, each capable of imparting a distinctive appearance and atmosphere to your area.

Natural Finish: The most prevalent option for Crazy Pavers, the natural finish retains the stones in their original state, showcasing their raw, textured surface and inherent beauty.

Honed Finish: Achieved through grinding until smooth and level, the honed finish offers a sleek and contemporary appearance, ensuring uniformity across the pavers.

Tumbled Finish: Through a tumbling process, edges are rounded and a weathered, worn look is created, ideal for those seeking a rustic or vintage aesthetic.

Brushed Finish: By utilizing a wire brush, the brushed finish enhances texture, offering a rugged yet refined look that preserves the stone's natural character.

Polished Finish: Grinding and buffing produce a glossy, reflective surface, imparting an aura of sophistication and elegance, making it an excellent choice for a luxurious ambiance.

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Transform Your Garden with Unique and Stylish Paving Options

As the days get longer and the weather warms up, it's the perfect time to refresh your garden and create an inviting outdoor space. Whether you’re looking to host barbecues, gatherings, or simply enjoy a peaceful retreat, the right paving can make all the difference. Here, we explore a variety of modern paving options that can enhance the beauty and functionality of your garden, including Crazy Paving, ELITE (Sawn Edges), Indian Stone Paving, Linear Paving, Paving Circle, Smooth Sandstone Paving, Textured Paving, Tumbled Paving, natural stone, and natural paving stone.

Crazy Paving

 A Unique and Eclectic Choice

Crazy Paving is an exciting way to add a unique touch to your garden. This style involves using irregularly shaped stones to create a mosaic-like effect. The result is a visually appealing, one-of-a-kind pathway or patio that brings a playful and artistic vibe to your outdoor space. It's perfect for those who love a bit of whimsy and creativity in their garden design.

ELITE (Sawn Edges)

 Sleek and Modern

For a sleek and modern look, consider ELITE paving with sawn edges. These stones are precisely cut to create clean, straight lines, giving your garden a polished and sophisticated appearance. This style is ideal for contemporary gardens where a neat and orderly look is desired. ELITE paving can be used to create stunning patios, pathways, and even driveways that stand out with their refined elegance.

Indian Stone Paving

 Timeless Beauty

Indian Stone Paving offers a timeless and natural beauty that can enhance any garden. These stones come in a variety of colors and textures, providing a versatile option for different design preferences. Known for their durability and classic appeal, Indian stones are perfect for creating patios, walkways, and other outdoor features that will last for years to come.

Linear Paving

 Modern and Streamlined

Linear Paving is perfect for those who prefer a modern and streamlined look. This style involves using long, narrow stones to create a sleek and elongated appearance. It’s ideal for contemporary gardens and can be used to create visually striking pathways, patios, and borders. Linear paving adds a sense of direction and flow to your garden design.

Paving Circle

Focal Points with Flair

A Paving Circle can be a great way to create a focal point in your garden. These circular designs draw the eye and can be used to highlight specific areas such as seating spaces, fire pits, or garden features. Paving circles add a touch of elegance and can be a striking centerpiece in your outdoor space.

Smooth Sandstone Paving

Elegant and Comfortable

Smooth Sandstone Paving is both elegant and comfortable underfoot. Its smooth surface makes it ideal for areas where people will be walking barefoot, such as around pools or in seating areas. Available in a variety of colors, smooth sandstone can create a warm and inviting atmosphere in your garden.

Textured Paving

 Adding Depth and Interest

Textured Paving can add depth and interest to your garden design. These stones have a rough surface that can create a rustic and natural look. Textured paving is ideal for pathways, patios, and areas where you want to add a bit of visual and tactile contrast.

Tumbled Paving

 Rustic Charm

Tumbled Paving stones are processed to create a worn, weathered look, giving them a rustic charm. This style is perfect for creating a cozy, cottage-like atmosphere in your garden. Tumbled paving is versatile and can be used for patios, walkways, and other outdoor features to add a sense of history and character.

Natural Stone

 Authentic and Durable

Natural stone is a popular choice for garden paving due to its authentic look and durability. Each stone is unique, providing a variety of colors and textures that can complement any garden style. Natural stone paving is long-lasting and can withstand the elements, making it a reliable choice for outdoor spaces.

Natural Paving Stone

 Versatile and Beautiful

Natural paving stone encompasses a wide range of stone types that can be used for various garden features. Whether you prefer sandstone, limestone, or slate, natural paving stones offer versatility and beauty. They can be used to create everything from patios and pathways to garden borders and decorative elements.

Conclusion

With so many paving options available, you can easily find the perfect style to suit your garden and personal taste. Whether you prefer the unique charm of Crazy Paving, the sleek lines of ELITE (Sawn Edges), or the timeless appeal of Indian Stone Paving, there’s a paving solution for every garden. By incorporating these paving styles into your outdoor space, you can create a beautiful, functional, and inviting area to enjoy throughout the warmer months.

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Bluestone Stepping Stones vs. Crazy Paving: Which is Right for You?

Both bluestone stepping stones and crazy paving offer a beautiful and durable natural stone option for your garden paths or patio areas. However, they each have distinct characteristics that might better suit your specific needs and design preferences:

Bluestone Stepping Stones:

Look: Bluestone stepping stones in Melbourne look classic and elegant. Individual stones are typically rectangular or square with a uniform size and thickness.

Installation: Easier to install due to their consistent size and shape. Creates a more formal and organized feel.

Functionality: Provides clear walking paths with defined stepping areas. Ideal for creating straight or curved pathways through gardens or yards.

Maintenance: Relatively low maintenance. Requires occasional cleaning to remove dirt or debris.

Crazy Paving:

Look: Natural and rustic. Stones are irregular in shape and size, creating a more organic and informal aesthetic.

Installation: Requires a skilled professional for a visually appealing layout. Offers more flexibility for curved paths and unique designs.

Functionality: This can be used for pathways or patios. The uneven surface might not be ideal for areas with heavy foot traffic, especially for people with mobility limitations.

Maintenance: Similar to bluestone stepping stones, crazy paving requires occasional cleaning.

Here's a brief guide to assist you in making your decision:

Formal design and clear pathways: Choose bluestone stepping stones.

Informal, natural look and curved paths: Choose crazy paving.

Ease of installation: Opt for bluestone stepping stones.

Unique and intricate design: Crazy paving might be a better fit.

Accessibility concerns: Bluestone stepping stones offer a more even walking surface.

Ultimately, the best choice depends on your personal style, budget, and the intended use of the area. By considering these factors, you can choose the perfect option to enhance your outdoor space and create a beautiful and functional path or patio area. Consider visiting a stone supplier or landscaper to see examples of both options in person.

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Hello there! I'm a new anon, kinda scared to ask and spill all of my weird ass fantasies that I can come up with, but I somehow found the courage to do so.

After reading through the soft sex fic with Makarov (and omfg I am going CRAZY over it) I just randomly came up with an idea involving that.

So hear me out (aka let me just be delusional)...

You, a member of 141, currently stand in the interrogation room, your back facing the door as you stared down at the one and only Vladimir Makarov himself. It was honestly a miracle that you had been able to capture him, and you still had no idea how the hell the rest of your team had managed it.

You were currently their last hope at getting some sort of information out of him, and by now the others knew very well by now how talented you were at getting it out of prisoners (albeit they didn't quite know what your methods were), hence why you were here in this room.

At this point you might as well have tried everything, these including the good old torture methods (which you noticed he seemed to quote like for some reason, perhaps he was a masochist, you weren’t completely sure), intimidation, asking politely (which wouldn't you know, didn't work), and practically everything you could think of.

As you racked your brain for any sort of other ideas, you could hear some sort of taunt from the other, and that must have set you off or something along those lines as you found yourself suddenly pinning the bastard down on the desk (you must have unlocked his handcuffs at one point during it, or perhaps he had already managed to unlock them beforehand, you weren't paying attention).

You wanted to think that the other was surprised, even just a little bit, but he wasn't, having probably expected you to have a small outburst.

Maybe you would have to resort to that. That one method that none of the others had seen in action, but one that if they did, you'd definitely get in a lot of trouble from. At least it always seemed to work.

So that's how you found yourself slowly fucking the other, not at all causing any pain, and although you'd expect the cold metal table would still inflicted just a little, you had taken the precaution to place something soft under the other to ensure that he couldn't get what he wanted. This was torture, even if in the eyes of others (not that they'd ever get to see this sight) it'd be much better, but no, it wasn't. You were well aware that the other wished for it to be harsh, having picked up on it earlier (the sick bastard), so you did the complete opposite. You weren't exactly used to it, but it was a last ditch effort.

So yeah thanks for reading whatever the hell that was :)

Idk how to continue it.

- ⨂ (I swear if that symbol has already been taken)

No no dude this is so good! SOrry it took me a lil while to respond lol, but you got my brain worms going brrrrrr so I'm just continuing it :Dd.

CW: NSFW, MDNI, Vladimir Makarov x male reader, short ficlet

You are so getting discharged for this.

"Is this what you wanted?" You ask under your breath, voice husky and raw. You grip his hip gently, your other hand keeping his tied wrists pinned to the scratchy blanket covering the cold table. "All that snark, all those insults," You slowly grind your hips, cock lazily scrapping against his walls and making him groan. "Is this what you wanted?"

It's not like he can talk with his tie gagging him. It's the softest material you had on hand, and it works to ensure Makarov doesn't bite you or himself. You're smart, despite him thinking on the contrary, more than the gruff animals that had captured him. No, you're clever. Clever enough to realize bloodshed and pain are not the stones that pave Makarov's road to hell.

Makarov trembles beneath you, teeth clenching on the fabric, desperate to get his lip between his teeth so he could bite it raw. He can't. Hell he can barely stifle the groans and moans, chest heaving to swallow the sound before it can stumble past his open mouth when your head grinds down on his prostate. Drool runs down his chin, precum leaking on his belly where his cock is trapped between your belies.

He wants to curse you out, wants to get his hands around your throat and squeeze until you choke on your own blood. But he only manages a small grunt, tear blurred eyes glaring up at you. His legs tighten around your waist, heels digging into your back.

A lick of pain races up your spine, but you don't fall for it, languidly rolling your hips. You'd taken your time to stretch him out with what you had, prepping him thoroughly even when he'd trashed and tried to kick you. You're glad you did, now Makarov can't ignore the stretch of his hole, your massive cock moulding his insides to your shape. It's just raw unadulterated feeling, please assaulting his mind whenever you bottom out and your cock bulges his stomach without any pain; so sweet it's sickening to him.

He'd kick himself at how the disgustingly sweet pleasure has his cock twitching, body winding tight as he gets closer and closer to orgasm. But his mind is starting to go numb, the hate he feels shrouded by the nearing edge of bliss. He nearly seizes off the table when you wrap your calloused hand around the base of his cock, squeezing until he's just at the cusp of pain.

"Nu-uh." You growl and stop, cock twitching deep inside him. Leaning down to press gentle kisses across his throat that burn him like acid. "You're not getting off easy." You growl, kissing the corner of his lip. "Not until you give me what I need." You look at him expectantly.

He bares his teeth, swinging his head to try and headbutt you, but you pull your head just at the right time.

"Have it your way." Your grip relaxes, starting to jerk him off at the same pace of your languidly rolling hips. His head rolls back, his best attempt at a hateful sound escaping him when his head rests on the soft blanket. He hates it, tries to struggle as best he can but it's fruitless as you just hold him down, forcing him to just take it, to just suffer this gentle torture.

You may be discharged for this. But fuck, you'll make him suffer before you are.

[thatwildnya]

" It’s a huge sign of trust to fall asleep when touching another for centaurs." Wait awww, what would their reaction be to their master (?) falling asleep while touching them for the first time?

Centaur Boys Making Sure Their Master Has a Good Nap

Wild: *cracks knuckles* buckle up you are not ready for this level of wholesome. also I'm so sorry I took so long to answer after the post saying I would answer all asks quickly! Thank you for your understanding! I added Che'nya and Cheka as a thank you. I hope you enjoy!

Nya: i nearly ripped off the top of my thumb's nail. i've been wearing band aids for a few weeks. my thumb print has become very smooth it's weird

Note: All are in their centaur form. These can be seen as romantic or platonic. Except Ortho and Cheka. Platonic love only for them.

Heartslabyul

Riddle: Gets extremely flustered yet happy. You are putting so much trust in him to keep you safe during your snooze and he takes that very seriously. Goes stone still, could be in the most uncomfortable position known to man and will still deal with it until you wake up. RIP anyone that wakes you up they will be losing their head for a while.

Trey: Gets a soft smile on his face. If you fall asleep while riding him he'll carefully bend forward slightly so you're at a more comfortable angle. He'll stay still for the most part but occasionally walk around to create a soothing rocking motion.

Cater: Also gets a soft smile on his face. He'll do his best to make sure you're laying on his body because he's warm and soft. Checks on you every now and then. Plays with your hair if he can reach.

Ace: Wing blanket wing blanket wing blanket. You'll probably end up using his chest as a pillow so he keeps you warm with his wings. Will preen your hair gently with a big smile.

Deuce: He is so honored and his love for you has increased tenfold. Goes stone stiff and growls loudly at anyone who dares to disturb your slumber. Will make a rumbling purr every so often.

Savannaclaw

Leona: Anyone who tries to get near will be given a death glare and a pointy teeth filled snarl. Nobody is allowed near while he's on guard. You are warm and safe with him. If you sleep first he will not be sleeping. Instincts man, instincts. His love for you grows immensely and he will make sure you have a peaceful rest. Might start grooming you if you're in reach of his tongue.

Ruggie: His smile is so big and his tail is going crazy. You'll wake up to a yeen staring at you with absolute love in his eyes. He makes sure you're as comfy as possible and hums a soothing tune.

Jack: The first time it happens you won't be asleep for long his tail is going to make his whole body shake from the force. He is so mad at himself and doesn't even try to hide it. Give him some pats to let him know it's alright and snuggle back in for another go. This time and from then on his tail won't be a bother. It was just because this was the first time he was caught off guard. Another that growls at nap waking offenders.

Octavinelle

Azul: Internally screaming. He has a huge blush on his face and is so glad you can't see it. You will wake up in a gentle entanglement of tentacles to a singing octopus running his hands through your hair and rubbing you back. Does his best to keep you nice and warm. Disturbances get smacked. Hard.

Jade: On that outside he looks the same. On the inside he's got fireworks going off with kazoos in the background. It's not often he finds someone willing to sleep in his presence due to his unsettling aura and to have his master do so paves the way for him letting down his mask around them. Wraps his tail around you and plays with your hair. Any with the balls to approach get traumatized by his glare.

Floyd: Gets uncharacteristically calm. Like Jade he's got fireworks and kazoos but as much as he wants to squeeze you he waits until you wake up. Floyd is lucky you were willing to adopt him alongside his twin despite his chaotic nature and this lets him know you don't secretly regret it. Hugs you close and hums while playing with your hair. Also traumatizes disturbances with a glare.

Scarabia

Kalim: Like Floyd he becomes super calm and quiet. Growing up in a big household he knows very well how nice it is to have someone you can cuddle up with for a nap and not worry about them waking you. Loves when you hug his tail, he'll let out a happy giggle.

Jamil: Literal hearts in his eyes. You are not going anywhere anytime soon when you wake this is one of the few moments Jamil will demand to be spoiled right then and there. First you rescued him for that godawful home and now this? His loyalty is yours forever.

Pomefiore

Vil: There's a slight blush on his face as he moves your hair out of your eyes. You don't treat him like an untouchable beauty (in fact that’s quite the opposite you’re always petting him please be mindful of the hair and fur) and spoil him with actual genuine praise and love. His heart is about to explode. Already thinking about what he wants to do for you to say 'I love you'.

Rook: Also gets literal hearts in his eyes. He's so happy you graced him with such an honor and takes his job very seriously. One of the very few times he growls at others. He watches you sleep, nothing but absolute adoration and gentleness in them.

Epel: Ego boost of the century. He is gonna protect your nap with his life. He can't growl or hiss but he will bare his fangs at any who dare come close. You will wake up to a happy antler bunny demanding pets and kisses for a reward.

Ignihyde

Idia: Hair is a bright pink and mouth a big toothy smile. This is the moment he starts to feel genuine love towards you. Makes sure everything is perfect as can be while you nap. Might reach back to play with your hair. Gives a warning nicker to anyone that dares to interrupt your nap. The really ballsy ones get chased away by a small fireball.

Ortho: Has a huge grin on his face and look of triumph. Takes his duty very seriously, no warnings from him you just get chased by a fireball. Will spend the whole nap trying to reach a blanket juuust out of reach because what if you catch get sick from laying on his cold body? Reward him with pets and forehead kisses he’s such a good boy.

Diasomnia

Malleus: You are in the safest spot in the whole world the moment your eyes close. He notices immediately and spares no time getting you to maximum comfort. Uses magic to levitate you between his forearms, summons your favorite blanket and pillow, and makes the room the perfect temperature just for you. His gaze is filled with nothing but love and adoration as he watches you snooze, humming a tune as his fingers massage your back. Anyone who has the courage to try and wake you gets teleported outside and locked out until you awaken.

Lilia: Gives you a soft smile and look as you drift away. Gently picks you up and brings you to your bed so he can watch over you from above. If he can’t he’ll lay on his back and cover you with his wings instead. Sings a tune while you dream away. No one tries to wake you. One look from the old fae and they are immediately doing a 180 out the room no thank you sir.

Silver: Oh mah gwad he goes from sleepy prince charming to ultra serious guard in a snap. Your blanket is his tail and his side is your pillow. When his eyes are on you they are filled with hearts and gaze is the softest of them all. When there’s an intruder they become murderous and terrifying he got it from his pops.

Sebek: Puffs out his chest with pride and takes the job super ultra mega seriously. Anything in reach that will increase your comfort is used to its full potential. You will wake up to find yourself in a makeshift nest and a happy crocodile man greeting you asking if your nap was excellent. Like some of the others this is probably the moment he begins to feel genuine love for you and becomes more open around you. Please call him a good boy you will not regret it I promise.

Bonus

Che’nya: Purring immediately a kitty cat lullaby to block out any noise. His tail curls around you and he’s humming a tune to go with his purrs. Unless someone is able to find you without their eyes you won’t be awoken his unique magic especially comes in handy for nap time. If you are found he scares the unwanted guests with some little tricks he’s saved for occasions just like this.

Cheka: He puffs out his chest, ready to prove he’s more than capable to protect his master! He crosses his arms across his chest and straightens up ready to scare away all enemies of your glorious nap! But your body heat feels nice, and your scent always puts him at ease. No, he can’t sleep right now! But maybe closing his eyes for a minute will help wake him up…

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Wherein Will Appear the Name of Enjolras's Mistress

Courfeyrac, seated on a paving-stone beside Enjolras, continued to insult the cannon, and each time that that gloomy cloud of projectiles which is called grape-shot passed overhead with its terrible sound he assailed it with a burst of irony.

“You are wearing out your lungs, poor, brutal, old fellow, you pain me, you are wasting your row. That’s not thunder, it’s a cough.”

And the bystanders laughed.

Courfeyrac and Bossuet, whose brave good humor increased with the peril, like Madame Scarron, replaced nourishment with pleasantry, and, as wine was lacking, they poured out gayety to all.

���I admire Enjolras,” said Bossuet. “His impassive temerity astounds me. He lives alone, which renders him a little sad, perhaps; Enjolras complains of his greatness, which binds him to widowhood. The rest of us have mistresses, more or less, who make us crazy, that is to say, brave. When a man is as much in love as a tiger, the least that he can do is to fight like a lion.

That is one way of taking our revenge for the capers that mesdames our grisettes play on us. Roland gets himself killed for Angélique; all our heroism comes from our women. A man without a woman is a pistol without a trigger; it is the woman that sets the man off. Well, Enjolras has no woman. He is not in love, and yet he manages to be intrepid. It is a thing unheard of that a man should be as cold as ice and as bold as fire.”

Enjolras did not appear to be listening, but had any one been near him, that person would have heard him mutter in a low voice: “Patria.”

Bossuet was still laughing when Courfeyrac exclaimed:

“News!”

And assuming the tone of an usher making an announcement, he added:

“My name is Eight-Pounder.”

In fact, a new personage had entered on the scene. This was a second piece of ordnance.

The artillery-men rapidly performed their manœuvres in force and placed this second piece in line with the first.

This outlined the catastrophe.

A few minutes later, the two pieces, rapidly served, were firing point-blank at the redoubt; the platoon firing of the line and of the soldiers from the suburbs sustained the artillery.

Another cannonade was audible at some distance. At the same time that the two guns were furiously attacking the redoubt from the Rue de la Chanvrerie, two other cannons, trained one from the Rue Saint-Denis, the other from the Rue Aubry-le-Boucher, were riddling the Saint-Merry barricade. The four cannons echoed each other mournfully.

The barking of these sombre dogs of war replied to each other.

One of the two pieces which was now battering the barricade on the Rue de la Chanvrerie was firing grape-shot, the other balls.

The piece which was firing balls was pointed a little high, and the aim was calculated so that the ball struck the extreme edge of the upper crest of the barricade, and crumbled the stone down upon the insurgents, mingled with bursts of grape-shot.

The object of this mode of firing was to drive the insurgents from the summit of the redoubt, and to compel them to gather close in the interior, that is to say, this announced the assault.

The combatants once driven from the crest of the barricade by balls, and from the windows of the cabaret by grape-shot, the attacking columns could venture into the street without being picked off, perhaps, even, without being seen, could briskly and suddenly scale the redoubt, as on the preceding evening, and, who knows? take it by surprise.

“It is absolutely necessary that the inconvenience of those guns should be diminished,” said Enjolras, and he shouted: “Fire on the artillery-men!”

All were ready. The barricade, which had long been silent, poured forth a desperate fire; seven or eight discharges followed, with a sort of rage and joy; the street was filled with blinding smoke, and, at the end of a few minutes, athwart this mist all streaked with flame, two thirds of the gunners could be distinguished lying beneath the wheels of the cannons. Those who were left standing continued to serve the pieces with severe tranquillity, but the fire had slackened.

“Things are going well now,” said Bossuet to Enjolras. “Success.”

Enjolras shook his head and replied:

“Another quarter of an hour of this success, and there will not be any cartridges left in the barricade.”

It appears that Gavroche overheard this remark.

[lilly-onthevalley]

Tips for my girlies in university and early work

I decided to make this post based on what has made my life easier these past few years. Every woman wants to cultivate beauty; make themselves put together, be taken seriously, and find a partner who is equally yoked if you're into that. As an old tumblr girl shifting in and out of the scene, I wanted to make another tip post like the old times that's accurate to what helped me.

A lot of the older/retired girlie's where amazing advisors, however one thing that created a barrier was that they were were endowed with large wealth and their society paved a path for them, and there's absolutely nothing wrong with that, I love to see it actually. I wanted to make a post looking back to what has helped me make my own steps to now be able to utilise the old girl's advice as it was supposed to.

Hair

Learning a basic blow out is necessary. If you're starting out, you don't need all of the fancy brands, and you'll notice that technique is what differentiates the quality of a blowout. Get a good round brush that conducts heat well, mid range but reliable (Babyliss) blow driers, flat irons, and curling rod. Invest in a heat protectant too. Sweet talk the hair dressers and ask where they get their stock from. Get yours hands on some pro hair sheers to get your own trims and layers going.

Silk scrunchies and pillow cases are an underrated and feminine must-have. I'm a lazy girl who always has a silk press if my hair is out and I can get away with collapsing onto a silk pillowcase with no head wrap and still manage to have a lovely style in the morning. I would say order these from a small business. Many girls have businesses dealing with small textile projects like scrunchie packs and average size pillow cases, support them! :)

Learn to do your own cornrows and invest in a half wig especially if you're busy with classes and don't have time for the whole round brush ordeal.

Don't be scared of wigs, and don't be ashamed of not having enough time to pull off a dazzling natural masterpiece. There's a reason why wigs are in high demand from women of all races. People are all over busy. You can start with a natural synthetic and move on to better hair.

I learnt the art of hair when I was 15, so I've been doing it for a while. However, because of this, I can tell you the importance of having a lovely crown on your head. I have received hundreds (not joking) of compliments from years, whether my hair was real or fake, and that shows how important it is for a first impression.

Nails/Feet

Don't forget to take care of them. Walking all the miles, wearing the mandated courts, sitting in one place. You will indeed develop calluses, perhaps even athletes' foot and hyperpigmentation from a lack of circulation.

Get yourself a basic pumice stone or a scrubber and use them when need. Massage yourself as well to maintain mobility and flexibility.

If you can, get yourself an affordable gel set. It might seem a bit expensive, but it'll save you the time and money of the upwardly costly nail appointments. You'll find out when you get up and socialise more that what tops the cake of classy is a glossy basic nail. Natural nudes and whites are always a go to.

Scent

Scent connoisseurs are going to absolutely hate me for this, but girlie's, if you can't get that Jean Paul Gaultier or Baccarat Rouge, get the damn arabic fragrance. Back in high-school when me and my girls were starting up, setting ourselves apart and getting invited to important places, Lattafa was our favourite. Social media is currently finally going crazy for them. (The African/Arab girls got them first 🤭.) I loved my floral Haayati with a mix of Zakra (other brand, heavy masculine oud tones for my peace of mind), and my best girl loved her gourmand Yara and her vanilla oils.

I love to talk about fragrance because it talks first for you. Nothing is better than a delicious light smell accompanying your presence. It shows you hold yourself to some esteem.

Skin

Face Essentials - gua sha stone, gentle cleanser, exfoliating cleanser or serum, sunscreen, thick moisturising butter, anti fungal or bacterial essential oil, lip moisturiser, clean cloth.

These will help you start out on a basic level to having healthy looking skin. Exfoliating is very important towards a glow. When you're stuck working with a bright light in your face, soaking up the harsh morning air full of car exhaust, sweating as the hours go by - what will make the difference is making sure that you get rid of that excess dead skin every 3-7 days.

Gua sha is amazing for getting rid of the stress if you clench your jaw during moments of stress. Say you have to present an assignment or address and debate a crowd, that takes a tole on the jaw and the facial muscles. Using a gua sha is great for ironing those knots and that tension out.

On the topic of massage, spas can be unaffordable at times, time is could also be a problem. Get into a habit of using every minute you have. That 5 minutes that you sit and doom scroll on tik tok, take out a wood tool, grab a moisturiser, and press those muscles to release built-up tension. Taking care of the vehicle you have is so important. Your body and mind are separate but complimentary. Take care of her, and she will take care of you. Don't forget that every second, she's pumping the blood that facilitates your social meetings and work hours.

When it comes to body, get yourself exfoliating mits or an abrasive rag. Once again, exfoliation, exfoliation, exfoliating. It's great for blood flow and circulation as well as moving your muscles and tissues that may be constantly seditary from a desk.

Dry brushing is something I also swear by. Once again, absolutely wonderful for circulation and waking the skin up.

Get yourself a foam roller... I press such an emphasis on these tools that stimulate the muscles because we often forget how much our bodies are taking multiple hits from working. Joint issues are something that's prevalent when you're a working girl, coming straight out of high-school and going into the world outside the home of your care taker. Roll those legs out, release that back into the grooves. It makes a world of difference!

Clothing

I loved to dress like a blank canvas back in my early days when I decided I want to make something of myself. Nothing beats good denim pants and a white t-shirt. Especially when you're starting out and want to begin establishing outfits for everyday, you'll notice the blank canvas approach will prevent you from looking crazy on crazy days. Stock up on 3 white tees, white and blue jeans, yoga pants, well fitting good quality skin tone lingerie, a belt, a watch, some fake pearls, black or white dress, a ring and a necklace and my all time favourite, a pair of shades.

Ugh, I can't get enough of combinations like this. I grew up and was educated by women who followed this but fancied it up with a bold Goyard St Louis, a 3 stone engagement ring with a gold band, a local pure and heavy polished silver bracelet and some Loro Pianas. Absolutely gorgeous women, who knew how to constantly present themselves as nothing less than reliable, stylish and beautiful.

You might say that, 'Omg Lilly, that's so boring', that's not the point here 😂. As a green girl with a good head on your shoulders, you're going to get a lot of new opportunities. Whether it's internships, parties, socials with the girls or the guys, dates, fund raisers, club representative workshops, you're going to be expected to show up well and put together. Say you have a social evening at a club house, in the morning you have an internship and the next day you have to manage and represent your society. Those 3 white shirts paired with a rotation of basic bottoms and versatile shoes will make things a lot easier for you especially if you're starting out in a foreign country where you don't know what is to be worn exactly.

Makeup

Those who have known me are well aware that I'm a retired goth girl and was killing it with the cut crease and James Charles tutorials back in the day. Makeup is something that has seamlessly became part of my life. Unfortunately or fortunately, I grew out of that creative phase and started wondering what actually makes my natural features and face pop. What presents me as healthy, bright, and hyper-feminine (in contrast to the basic clothing)

I came up with the recipe of 'Biology' makeup. Blush because it signifies healthy blood flow and interest in the person you're interacting with. Healthy full eyebrows, non-matte evenly toned skin with naturally bronzed dimensions. A healthy hydrated pink lip. Some extras are a little liner to enhance the eye, flirty lashes from carefully applied mascara and/or lashes and some depth and glitter to draw attention at the eyes.

Very basic, very safe, very attractive, very reliable. This is a routine that can be executed within 8 minutes.

Moisturiser -> sunscreen base -> full coverage foundation or concealer watered down with sunscreen to make it more glowy and allow the natural dimensions of the face to peer through->bronzer/darker powder-> semi heavy blush combined with some loose banana powder to calm down the concelar-> light wing-> lashes-> wipe the lips and eyebrows-> fill both in and end with a natural colour applied to both.

Inspo below

E.T.C

Other important notes:

Yoga, cardio and pilates to maintain mobility, lubricate those joints, crack those bones back into place. Sweat is amazing to get those toxins, lose a bit of unnecessary weight, blow off steam, improve skin health, get your blood pumping and much more.

Save your money, all these things are meant to make life simpler for you so you are in a place where you are investing into things that are truly important like rent, food, tuition, remittances, dental work, medical aid, insurance, etc till you have someone who could assist with that :)

Remember to keep a balanced diet. Oh lord, when I went out to a new country, thank god I was young, but I became close friends with the local McDonald's and knew all of the door dash delivery men by name. Please, for the love of God, buy your fresh food and meal prep. The temptation is so real after a long night, to drop a bunch of pounds or euros on a quarter pounder and some zinger wings but it will not nourish you to survive another active day with decent cognition and drive. Especially if you were living alone and stressing out about making your own path, don't feed the delivery demon. You'll lose useful money, and mess your hormones up.

Instead to reward yourself, buy your place some flowers. If you want to eat go to a restaurant which serves whole food. Buy some new fancy stationery, party, get a spa or cosmetic treatment that you've been wanting, travel or take a train to somewhere scenic! Perhaps I'm too harsh but addiction to quick fixes is real when you first drop into a state of independence whether it's financially or physically. Don't abuse it by splurging. Understand moderation through strict monitoring then after a while, go get that Wingstop or whatever after knowing how to access real food and that it's an affordable and doable option first! (me and my guy friends literally never ate any real food for a month straight while gallivanting in Europe because we were so codependent on Taco Bell and used our lack of knowledge of the city as an excuse to take the easy way out 🤣.)

If you can do something really well, make a mini business out of it.

Network, network, network. Ask questions, ask for opportunities, get numbers and business cards.

Self defense starter kit (Google it according to the laws of your nation)

Lastly, make friends, call family, volunteer at an animal shelter every now and then to remind you of what love is 😂 because in the fast paced assimilation into new environments, you do forget and only notice when suddenly you're sadder than usual, and have anxiety during basic interactions.

⭐️

[frostedclock]

Powder Monkies

Drabble

Warnings: Drinking, Cursing, Suggestive themes. It's pirates guys. Treating Mei and MK like actual young adults. possible Grammer and spelling mistakes. No beta we die like mortals on my blog.

Enjoy

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" I really think this is a horrible idea. "

It was late afternoon, and the sun was about to die in the west, the dark red sunlight leaked through your open window like streams. You adjusted the sash that held the pants you had decided to wear out, instead of your usual silk robes and jewelry. You dusted the wrinkles out of the soft cotton yi you had found and grinned over towards her. You look to Nezha, who stood with his arms crossed, in clear disapproval.

" Oh it will be fine! No one will recognize me like this. "

" And if they do and your father finds out that you went off drinking in some pub? What even have you the crazy thought that this was a good idea? "

You sigh and smooth out the tangles in your hair as you walk towards the open window. " It's a few drinks. No need to be so serious about it. "

" With a notorious captain. " You heard him sigh out beneath his breath, and his eyebrow twitched some. " Is he really worth all the trouble? You barely know the man."

You stop messing with your hair and you look below at the paved stone path beneath your window, you were only up on the second floor and it would be easy for you to find your way down. " I want to though... " You look back over your shoulder. " I've been stuck in the same routine for most of my life, this one time I just want to do something for fun. You know better then most how my father can be, he controls this island and everyone just sees me as the Emperor's daughter. I just want a few hours with some people who don't look at me like some fragile flower or something. "

Nezha rubbed the bridge of his nose. " He's just short of a pirate- "

" Privateer is what he prefers to be called." You correct but it goes ignored.

"This Sun Wukong. It really isn't that good of an idea to go out and drink with him and his rowdy crew. "

" You think walking around the port is a bad idea to. If it was up to you and father, I would be just stuck in these walls until he found some noble to pawn me off on. " You grip the window sill. " I'm going, " you turn and fully face him, " you can always come with me if you are that worried. "

You offered, but you knew the honorable Imperial Naval Officer Nezha wouldn't be caught dead at some seedy pub on the docks.

Nezha's nose crinkled. He made a deep sigh. " Just be home before morning, I will not cover for you if your bedroom is found empty in the morning. "

A big smile stretched across your lips, you quickly moved and wrapped your arms around his neck. " Thanks Nezha! "

" Just be careful. There are some out there that would take you for ransom. " He said as you pulled away from the hug.

" I am the definition of careful. " You let a laugh escape at the expression Nezha gave you. " I promise, I'll be careful. It's just a few drinks and some fun. "

" The last time you told me that, the stables burned down. "

" I was ten. " You roll your eyes and dust a bit of dirt off the lotus embroidery along his shoulders. Then you made a hum. " And I never expected that gust of wind in my defense. "

" That's what I mean. You never think things through properly. "

You move away and smile as you pick up the small pouch that you had filled with the funds to help your night of fun - without having to depend solely on the generosity of 'privateers'. You made your way back to the window and threw one leg over the ledge and let it dangle, you look back at Nezha.

"I'm a grown woman, Zha-Zha, " you pulled the childhood nickname with a grin pulling at your lips, " I think things through. "

You gripped the ledge next to your hips, as you threw your other leg over. The wind whipped by the large estate, making your hair lash about. You take a deep breath. The world rushed as you let yourself fall down to the paved stone below. You tucked yourself at the last few moments and you tumbled instead of falling flat. It still stung, but nothing except for a few scrapes. You picked yourself up, dusting yourself off from the stray dirt you gathered in your less then graceful landing.

You looked back up at your window for a moment before you turned your back on the large estate and set your eyes on the southern exit, the only person who patrolled there was your cousin, and you knew if he caught you that you could talk your way out of it. You smile and you take the quickest way across the courtyard, you pause only when you see the outside patrolling dog sleeping in front of the southern gate.

Xiaotian, you knew the dog. Faithful only to your cousin, and had a bark that could wake the entire island. You had to quietly pass the sleeping black dog, taking your sandles off to make less noise. You swore you held your breath until you were safely outside of the estate walls.

You look out to the torchlight that danced and signaled the town just below the hillside where the Palace and it's estate resided. It was like looking at a reflection of the sky sprawled out below as the night slowly took hold and the reds faded to blues and blacks. You took a deep breath of the crisp air crawling in from the wind from the sea. It was nice in the town, it was always lively at this time of day. You could hear the sailors and fishermen who had returned from the docks began to enjoy their wines and rums that the pubs and taverns.

Your stomach was in knots as you made your way through the winding streets. People stumbled about, some linked arm and arm, others just trying to make it home. No one really spared you a second glance. Music spilled from almost every corner and alleyway, all muffled by the sound of people attempting to speak over the volume of the music. You tried to recall the name of the pub Wukong had told you of. What had he called it?

Something with fruit in name.

You began to scan to signs as you reach the block of shops, inns and pubs near the docks. You looked for anything that struck your memory, your eyes settle on a two story pub set out by itself, it was settled on the docks itself and had a big sign hanging out front. ' The Rotten Peach' written in whispy script, you blink and look at it. You look up to the second floor to two peering faces.

Then just as quickly as you looked up and noticed them, they were gone in a flash of green and brown. You tilt your head some but you move to the entrance and push the large wooden door into the pub. You smiled as the bright yellow wash of candle and firelight warmed your face as you got inside.

You let your eyes go across the faces of those at the bar and the surrounding tables. You saw plenty of drunken sailors, ladies dressed in hanfu that the slit was only closed by the size of their thighs, fishermen speaking bolstiously about their catch. You didn't see Wukong anywhere in sight, or any of his crew that you had met. You walked in a few steps before you felt a hand on your shoulder. You spun around quickly and was met by the friendly face you often saw by Wukong's side, though you didn't see his partner in crime. MK stood behind you with a big grin, his tail waved about behind him in swishing and twitching motions. He wore his faded red yi and ku, the sash tied around was a bright yellow color. You didn't often see him wearing anything else now that you think of it.

" Hey, MK, damn you startled me. " You made a light chuckle.

" Heh, sorry about that. Come on, Captain sent me down to get you. " MK rubbed the back of his head, " We are all upstairs." He motioned for you to follow. You trailed behind the young simian, the sound of several loud voices broke through the drone of bar patrons as you both reached the staircase to the second floor.

As you both crested the top of the staircase, the voices became recognizable, especially Mei's enthusiastic chanting of 'chug'. You glance at the top floor, it was mostly empty except for the rowdiest bunch you've met on the island. Wukong stood in the center of the group of four crew members, he held a pitcher of some amber liquid that he was drinking straight from the mouth of what was supposed to be a serving glass. When he slammed down the pitcher, Mei threw her arms up into the air with a loud shout, the other three seemed less enthusiastic but made laughs.

Wukong wiped the drips from his chin as you and MK approached. He looked over and his tail waved about behind him as his eyes met yours. " Tao! Just in time!" He let out a snicker.

You let a smile reach your lips. " I can see that, though I think I'm a few drinks behind now."

MK reached over as he reached the table and snagged up an unattended cup, then he swished it about. " Don't worry, I'm sure you can catch up. " He chuckled.

Wukong put his arm around your shoulder and guided you to the empty space next to him in front of the table, " MK's right! We have plenty of time for you to catch up." He pulled over a cup that was already filled to the brim with froth and dark liquor, maybe made with some kind of barley from the scent hitting your nose. He scooted it to your hand and smiled.

Pigsy, if you remembered his name right, made a snort. His snout wrinkled just a little as he looked out of the corner of his eye. " How can she catch up with how you drink? We've only been here an hour and between you, Mk and Mei, you all have already swallowed a barrel full."

Mk made a ' pfft' and took a big drink from his own cup, then he put his arm around the pig-mans broad shoulders. " You're exaggerating, Pigsy. "

Pigsy took a swift from the short stout glass of his own. " Oh I am?"

The dark haired man with the spectacles, pushed the brim of his glasses up his nose. He didn't have a glass of anything, instead he had an empty bowl with a pair of chopsticks across the rim. " Come on Pigsy, don't be like that. We all work hard and deserve a little relaxation time."

The very large, but surprisingly friendly blue man spoke up, his cat wast perched on his shoulder. " That's right, my sweet and sour pigsy. Especially you. " He snickered and pat the top of Pigsy's head much like a child.

Pigsy swatted at the hand and growled, a tusk showing. You had to hold in a laugh and you turn your attention back to your own drink and Wukong, who seemed to look away from you the moment you turned your head and put his face in his own drink. Had he been staring at you? You shrug it off and take a deep drink from the tin cup. It burned on its way down but it tasted of spices and barley. You must have made a face because Wukong cocked an eyebrow at you.

" Have you not had spiced ale before?" His tone was definitely amused.

" Most of the time I drink wine, " You admitted. " But it doesn't taste bad. Just, different I guess. "

Wukong chuckled and his tail swayed behind him lazily. The sound of the music being played below began to get loud enough to seep through to the second floor, some kind of fiddle and a set of singers. You couldn't make out the words, but the tone seemed lively. You hum and tap your foot some as you drink.

" It must be nice. " You speak after a moment and Wukong set his empty cup on the table, he made a hum of acknowledgement.

" What must be?" His thick eyebrow was cocked and his golden eyes shined in the flickering firelight from the candles and sconces.

" Being able to come and go from the island as you like. " You finish your first glass and Wukong was quick to fill your glass back up with one of the many pitchers that littered the table.

He leaned against one hand, his elbow propped on the table. " I suppose it is nice. I've always enjoyed drifting place to place, only returning to my home Flower Fruit Mountain once a year to check up on a few things. No one's there anymore so no point in hanging about there. " He made a chuckle but it almost seemed sad to you.

" Well that's why you have such a colorful crew. " You let out a puff of air akin to a laugh.

Wukong leaned over, letting his hand fall, just a couple inches from your hand resting next to you recently filled cup. " They are from all walks of life, that's true. " His tail twitched some, a smile on his lips. " You could join us too."

You felt your heart stutter in its beats. " I... I would love that... To leave and go off with you, " you saw his smile grow a bit bigger, or perhaps it was a smirk now, " a-and the others. It seems like such fun. "

Wukong made a hum in his throat, his eyes narrowed to where you could more vividly see the streaks of teal on his eyelids. " Oh it can be. "

You rubbed the bottom of your cup like a worry stone. For a moment you listened to the padding of feet behind you as MK and Mei swung about and laughed as they danced haphazardly to the beats of the music below. You smiled softly. " Would you take me? I'm not a fighter but... "

You felt a hand cup over yours and your eyes moved from the ale bubbles popping at the top of your glass to meet glowing gold. Wukong laughed gently. " I would gladly take you with me when we leave,Tao... Tang over there isn't a fighter either. " His grin stretched some into a playful smirk. " You can hide below deck with him. "

You snort a laugh and your shoulders relax. When had you tensed them? Or had they always been so tense? " When? How long had you all planned to stay?" You tried not to sound to eager, but you are sure it still came off that way.

Wukong's tail flicked and waved some. " Another week I think. "

You clasp his hand with both of yours, ale all but forgotten. " Then take me with you when you go."

Wukong's eyes met yours for a moment, and you saw a dusting of pink going across his cheeks. His smile grew impossibly wide, and you felt him pull you closer to him. He was deceptively strong, it almost felt like you had glided across the wooden floor. "Of course, peach. You just had to say the word." He snickered and you felt his tail brush against your pant leg.

You felt hands on your shoulders and you were suddenly shaken from behind, Mei let out a sound not unlike a dragon's roar as she shook you vigorously. If Wukong didn't have a good hold on you, you might have fallen over.

" A new crew mate! Fuck yes! Oh girl! I can't wait to show you around the ship! Just two fancy ladies tearing the sea asunder!" Mei shouted, she let go of you and you had to take ahold of Wukong's yellow yi for more support as the world stopped shaking. . " MK! Go snag that pipa and flute guy from below, this party is about to get wild and we need some good music!"

MK did a mock salute before he took off down the stairs. It didn't take the brown furred youth long to track down the poor sap. When he was unceremoniously set down on the ground, he looked at the mixed company he was in. The sack of gold was one way to get the music playing again, though you weren't sure where MK had been hiding it. The song started up again, the same tone as before.

Wukong laughed and you felt his arm snake around your waist, " Let's dance." He looked at you, his eyes seemed to glow brighter for a moment as your eyes met his.

Your heart felt like it stopped for a brief moment, then you nod. He pulled you along with him to the more clear area of the room, avoiding the two young charges he had on his crew that had begon their rambunctious dance that seemed to become a contest of who could spin the other's drink out of their cup.

The world whirled for a moment as the last few steps, Wukong swung you about so you were facing him and his hands rested on your hips. You made a laugh, and he grinned widely. The music was a fast pace, the strings being plucked matched the movement Wujing began to lead you in. It wasn't like the elegant dances you had been forced to endure during your childhood or even your teenage years. You let out laughs as you were picked up, your legs swung about as he spun you around.

When he brought you back down you tucked your legs against his hips and his hands held you up by your thighs, his hands held you tightly. You ran your fingers through his hair and the smile held on your lips was so wide you were almost squinting.

You hadn't felt felt this happy in a long time. Or ever perhaps.

The song stopped and you were left catching your breath, you felt the heat going to your cheeks as you look into Wukong's eyes a few inches from yours.

" Tao I...." Wukong began.

Your heart felt like it was going to leap out of your chest, your head was dizzy from the dance and the ale swishing about your skull. You placed your hands on his cheeks, the long orange pieces of hair were soft in your fingers. You leaned down and captured his lips in a kiss.

You had to ignore the hoots and whistles from Mei.

[wenclairfamily]

Travel Blog: Visiting the Hometown of Addams Family Creator: Charles Addams

I first arrived in Westfield, New Jersey on a cloudy day; with a 2/3 chance of rain happening that day. So basically it was gloomy outside with a 66.6% chance of rain... clearly the kind of ironic situation Charles Addams would have approved of. The first thing I wanted to do upon arriving in the hometown of the famous Addams Family creator: was to see his childhood home. But as one can see in the above left picture... there is nothing creepy or cooky about Charles Addams' childhood home (which still stands to this day). It's just a normal average looking old home. So not wanting to seem inappropriately creepy to the current property owners, I decided to take a walk down Elm Street: which is the street Charles Addams spent most of his childhood on.

As I walked down the century old road, it was fascinating to see a mix of the past and present together. Recently built new homes sit right near seemingly ancient houses build over a century ago. Even the sidewalk felt like jumping back and forth in time. Some parts of the sidewalk felt recently paved, but other parts felt like cement that was installed a few decades ago... while other parts of the sidewalk felt like old blocks of stone from over a hundred years ago. I would like to imagine that many of the old blocks of stone I walked on were the same blocks of stone Charles Addams walked across thousands of times.

And thousands of times is not an exaggeration. Charles Addams' elementary school and high school he attended were on the same street as his house (and both still stand today). The two schools were even on the same side of the street as his house. They were also so close, that if you stood on the sidewalk in front of Charles Addams' childhood home: you could watch someone taking the full journey to either the elementary school at the end of street, or the high school that was halfway down the other end of the street.

Despite Charles Addams' walk to school every day being literally less than a mile, I decided to walk down this street thinking not like an adult... but like a young child. I can easily imagine with his elementary school being so close by (and within eyesight), that Charles Addams' mother let her boy walk to school all alone from an early age. However... being a small child, walking by even just a handful of houses alone can be quite intimidating. As I walked down Elm Street, I looked at all of the old homes still standing. I began to imagine what a young child would think of these old creepy looking homes as they passed by them day after day. Eventually... one's imagination would have to begin to wonder what kind of crazy families would live in creepy and cooky looking homes like these...

However a boy in the days before television and computers couldn't just go to school and stay at home all day. So I began to explore any areas young Charles Addams would have likely explored while growing up. Like any child, I'm sure he went to the stores and movie theater down town. But I didn't want to go to those obvious places. I wanted to search for the little hideaways that only a child would go to; a hidden place away from the eyes of their parents and most adults. As I walked down Elm Street, I looked at the large grass field across from the old local high school. Obviously after school, many kids must have hung out there and played games... but playing games with other kids on a grass field doesn't feel like something the creator of the Addams Family would do. There was also a nice lake two blocks away down another nearby street... but most kids don't care for lovely walks around lakes, and Charles Addams' mother may have even asked him to stay on Elm Street while still young. Then... I saw just beyond the old high school field, was a parking lot. I walked towards the old parking lot, and saw in a corner of the parking lot was an old fence. If I was a bored young boy, seeing an old fence would definitely make me want to see what was on the other side. So, that's what I did..

...and suddenly so many things made sense. A cemetery! In a day and age with no television or internet, and in an old town with no playgrounds at the nearest parks; the only thing one imaginative boy could do would be to either play games on the grass with other kids... or wander around the local cemetery while beginning to dream up ideas of what kind of strange people could perhaps live in those creepy and cooky homes down the street. Doing this on a regular basis would certainly warp a child's mind... and suddenly, the origins of the Addams Family made so much sense to me.

I soon after walked into the busier area of town. Despite the handful of dangerous crosswalks that lacked crossing signals, I was so happy to discover a treasure trove of fan art hanging officially in town. This is clearly a town that loves the Addams Family!

My time walking through Westfield, New Jersey made me realize that it was clear as day... this is the town Charles Addams always imagined the Addams Family living in. The details may be a bit different... but the cemetery I walked through is clearly the cemetery Charles Addams imagined Wednesday spending many afternoons in as a child. The creepy homes along the sidewalk clearly make the kind of atmosphere Gomez and Morticia would love. Even the dangerous crosswalks I forgot to photograph... all members of the Addams Family would have obviously found much joy in the danger present there.

Now if you come to Westfield, New Jersey looking for the Addams Family house, you won't find it. There's nothing creepy looking about Charles Addams' childhood home, and none of the houses in town look specifically just like the Addams Family mansion that we all know. One house in town supposedly gets a lot of the credit (the picture to the left above)... but I honestly don't see it when I look at many of Charles Addams' actual drawings. If anything, I actually found an old house miles outside of Westfield that actually did look like very close to the Addams Family mansion (see the middle picture above). However the Addams Family home is clearly a composite of the many creepy homes that can be found on the famous Elm Street.

Overall, my experience in Westfield, New Jersey was very enlightening. It's very clear to me now that the Addams Family characters themselves were clearly inspired by the mind of a young boy who took his darkest imaginings related to the creepiest things on his childhood street... and rather than be disturbed by these dark imaginings, instead transformed them into something fun... and we will be forever grateful for that!

[sitp-recs]

I normally only read in-world fics, but do you have any great Drarry AUs. Either non-magical or no Voldermort or historical, whatever (I'm not crazy about things that mess with the actual content of the books, but might love something super clever.) THANK YOU! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Hi anon! We’re actually very similar as in I don’t often venture into AUs so chances are you might enjoy these as well :) let me know!

Full AU:

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There are two versions of Harry Potter: the wizard who is the Ministry of Magic's most dangerous and successful assassin, and the husband who leads a staid life of domesticity with a reformed Death Eater. And never the twain shall meet.

The Good Guys by Frayach (E, 26k)

The Second Voldemort War is limping into its fourth year, and the Forces of Shining Light are slowly turning into the Forces of Expedient Grey. When Draco Malfoy is captured red-handed trying to sell an illegal potion to a clerk at Borgin & Burkes, he is handed over to the Department of Essential and Necessary Truth’s newest interrogator.

The Boy Who Died by @magpiefngrl (E, 27k)

Harry dies in the forest. Sixteen years later, he comes back to life.

Little Red Courgette by @blamebrampton (T, 31k)

When this season's purple courgettes are woefully thin, Draco Malfoy thinks it amounts to small beans. Next thing he knows, the Department of Standards is over-run with leeks, Brussels sprouts all sorts of legislative difficulties, and somebody appears to have put a roquette under Harry Potter.

The Secret Keeper by @the-fools-errand (M, 225k)

On Halloween 1981, Albus Dumbledore made a decision that would change the course of history, concealing Harry Potter’s survival at the hands of Lord Voldemort underneath a Fidelius Charm. But when Harry comes of age in the Muggle world, Dumbledore realises too late that the fate of the world may depend on a boy who has never held a wand.

[rbvcdeluxe]

Ever After Demo Song - Cinderella's Castle (Lyrics)

(Under the cut)

Just as the rain might fall

I've been bracing for years

Has living with pain eroded

The last of my fears

Am I ready?

Kings rise, kings fall

When hope dies

Is a queen called?

Will it ever after happily?

Will it ever after happily?

If it feels like a burden

I suppose I'm on the right path

All I've known is that.

(All I've know is that)

If it lightens the load

I know there must be a catch

So what else is attached?

When the tides high

Green grows

Is it my time

or was it long- ago

Will it ever after happily?

Or will it all turn to dust?

Will it ever after happily?

Like everything that I touch?

Will it ever after happily?

Will it ever after

And it may not be for me, oh no!

If it spares then from these trolls

Then I'll keep stepping the stones

That come unnaturally

When I was four

I'd lay in bed

And paint a picture

with my thoughts

Then the next day

I couldn't wait

To use my brush

And through the years

I will remember the picture

that I'd paint

It was

Of everyone that I've lost

(Will it ever after happily?)

I've been thinking about

thinking about, thinking about

Will it ever after happily?

If i close my eyes..

Will it ever after happily?

I was raised

to be appraised

My path was paved

My dress was made

A princess bride to be

Oh

You know you don't wanna know it

If life is a burden

Oh!

Am I cursed or am I crazy now?!

Has living with pain

Eroded the last of my fears

(Am I ready?)

[plumslices]

do u have any opinion on polly wales. some of their stuff’s cute but i really cannot stand the crazy way they “cast-not-set” so many stones ……

It is not for me but i know the type of bitch its for and i respect it but its not me. The stuff i like most is the rainbow pave. At least shes having fun

[paranoidginger]

Lab-rat part 19

Tw: General Angst

The Medic had treated Spy for his hangover, helping him to flush the man's system and recover from his violent physical reaction to learning about the package. Once he had recovered, everyone gathered in the common room, discussing the plan to get the young man back.

All of them would go, Heavy and Medic would be the ones to first speak to the Red team members, and the others would be there in case backup was needed. Once the plan was set in stone, they packed into their van, driving off down the mountains and across the New Mexico desert towards the RED base.

It was silent on the ride there, the usual excitement for battle replaced with a solemn tension. They were entering enemy territory, there was no way to know what could go wrong...

The Red Medic sat, tied up and writhing in protest, growling through the cloth gag tied around his mouth as a handful of the others stood in the Engineer's workshop. The Engineer himself was closely monitoring Bait, who remained in his catatonic state, heavily bandaged and hooked up to a variety of machinery and monitors.

"What're we goin' tae do with 'im, Dell? Lad doesn't look like he's wakin' up." The Red Demoman asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked at Bait, taking a slow drink from his bottle of alcohol.

"Keep him alive. I think that's all we can do until the Blu's come an' get him."

Part 18

"Yer tellin' me we're just gonnae let those bastards come knockin' on the door? I knew ye were crazy, I didn't think ye had a death wish! How do ye know they airn't goin' tae try an' rip us to shreds?"

"Yeah, Demo's got a point, hardhat. They're probably all sorts a' pissed off at us... They're probably gonna be even more pissed once they see what doc did." Scout chimed in, glancing briefly at the heavily restrained medic.

"I know it's a risky move, but movin' him without the help of their Medic is a bad idea, especially with sawbones over there out of commission." The mercenaries continued to talk for a while, trying to come up with a plan for whenever the Blu team inevitably arrived.

The morning grew to afternoon as the Blu van drove steadily along paved roads, turning off onto dirt and gravel as they approached the Red base, every one of them on edge as they finally pulled up to the large dorm building. The van was parked, and the Medic unbuckled, looking to Heavy in the driver's seat. They both nodded slightly before getting out of the car, circling around to the back and opening the doors, going over the plan with the rest of the team.

The Blu Medic approached the door of the base, knocking firmly as Heavy stood behind him. The knocks went unanswered for a moment, so the Medic began to knock once more, only for the Red Scout to open the door, a nervous sort of smile on his face. Why was he always the one to get sent into danger first?

"Hey, uh, I'm guessin' you're probably here for the uh. The uh... The new guy? Lemme just, uh... You stay here." Before the pair of Blu mercenaries could say anything, the scout had darted off, leaving the door open. He returned a couple of minutes later with the Engineer, who extended a hand to the Blu Medic.

"Follow me." He spoke in a friendly tone as the medic shook his hand, beginning to pull his hand away before the Engineer grabbed him tightly, pulling the medic down to his level. "You or your big guy try anything funny, and I swear I'll tear you apart like a damned roach." The Engineer's friendly southern facade dropped, only returning once he had let go of the Medic. "I'm gonna warn you, the boy ain't in good shape. I did what I could, but I don't particularly do the whole medical care thing."

"Ve have no intention of doing your team any harm outside of zhe battlefield... Ve just vant zhe clone back." The Blu Medic explained, following as the enemy engineer led the pair farther into the base, the Blu Spy following, hidden from view as they were led to a small, empty room.

The room was mostly barren, with the exception of a cot and several machines, a heart monitor beeping steadily as Bait slowly breathed, his chest rising and falling, just barely.

"We just moved him in here. Couldn't have ya snooping anywhere else... Take him and go. Take the cot, too for all I care, I've got bigger things to deal with... Good luck. I hope you get the kid back on his feet..." The Engineer spoke with a quiet guilt in his voice as he left, Ludwig wouldn't have been able to bring the clone so much harm, if only he hadn't agreed to make the machine...

Medic was silent as he carefully approached Bait, Heavy guarding the door to make sure nobody interrupted. The Blu Medic could feel tears prick at the corners of his eyes as he looked down at the clone's sorry state, his breath catching in his throat for a moment as he removed one of his gloves, gently feeling Bait's temperature. He was colder than he should have been, his heart rate slow but steady.

Spy uncloaked, standing beside bait, gently grabbing hold of his remaining hand, gently running his fingers through his hair.

"You... You can save him, can't you, docteur?" Spy asked quietly, his words trembling ever so slightly as he looked down at his son's face. It was difficult for him to see the clone like this, looking so hollow, so emptied.

"It vill take time... I can't know for certain. Not yet..." The Medic replied, taking a deep breath before turning off the machines, disconnecting them from the young man's body before gently scooping him up, carefully supporting him as he called for Heavy, who took him from the Medic's arms. "All ve can do is hope for him..."

They didn't speak to any more of the Red mercenaries as they left, carrying a catatonic Bait to the safety of the Blu van.

@thatonesimp-e @gravitytrips @realccre @aniolleq

[crystalelemental]

Emerald League defeated. With the team I had planned on, which worked as well as I could've hoped.

The team is as follows:

Blaziken (Lonely)

Delcatty (Hasty)

Tropius (Bold)

Banette (Naive)

Walrein (Naughty)

Mawile (Jolly)

All were caught as the first female we encountered. I didn't reset for any natures. This is the only time Mawile has ever cooperated with me.

Blaziken absolutely demolished Sidney and Glacia. Admittedly, they kinda threw? Sidney didn't use Sand Attack, and Glacia didn't use a Water move. Bulk Up + Fighting move just broke both.

Banette obliterated Phoebe. Shadow Ball spam easily knocked out everything in one shot. Granted, crit on Sableye, so like...that's a bit cheating, but I count it.

Walrein slapped Drake apart, except for Kingdra who got her to 1HP. She did not outspeed Flygon.

Tropius was supposed to help against Wallace, but failed to outspeed Wailord of all things and got hit by Blizzard, dying instantly. I had revived Walrein to hopefully do this exact thing, and it Body Slammed until Walrein dropped. We were aiming for a paralysis, which we got on Ludicolo before dropping. Then...the fun.

I mentioned leading into this that I had a game plan for Mawile. That game plan is revealed now, through Baton Pass. Iron Defense Baton Pass into Calm Mind Delcatty. I admit, I threw in the Double Team boosts for funsies, to create this specific combo. It swept Wallace no problem.

And to prove its efficacy, we swept the League with it. You know what the really messed up part is? It was hard as hell.

Sidney's Mightyena has Roar. He can force you out and remove all your buffs. Phoebe's Curse ignores accuracy checks. Wallace has Rain Dance/Water Spout, which is going to kill you if it lands so you cannot fuck around that long. Glacia...okay, she only has Hail, but for some reason missed only one attack ever despite +5 evasion. I legitimately questioned if Ice Ball always hit under Hail and no one knew. And Drake has nothing, Shelgon's easy to play around. Paralysis is a bit spooky I guess, but he can't hurt Mawile. We had a legitimate, absolute bitch of a time on this one.

Which is kinda great. Emerald really did introduce counterplay to all its new tech. It does not make it easy to come in and sweep whatever you want. And I kinda respect that, even if it did ultimately pave the way for "the best and most consistent approach is just high damage offense."

That said, the same kudos cannot be extended to Mr. Stone.

(Note: she was 53 before starting League Sweep; Delcatty levels like crazy)

Steven's Skarmory can, as expected, not even come close to denting Mawile. And Delcatty has Cute Charm which just further locks down Skarmory's shit. Aerial Ace is a very funny anti-evasion strat, though. Would absolutely kill Ninjask. His team is exquisite in all else, and it feels only fitting that Mawile be the hard counter to him that she was destined to be. For added fun, had Delcatty not been -Def nature, we likely would've been fine, even without evasion. The evasion was just an added little fuck you to not even need healing items.

So yeah. Emerald defeated. That was fun. Absolutely huge fan of Walrein, and while I didn't get to play to Calm Mind Banette, I have every confidence it would perform well enough to handle Wallace given access to Thunderbolt and Psychic. Blaziken remains the best, and running this nonsense Delcatty was divine. Mawile is actually great. Hit level 41 and you're pretty much set to do what she needs to do, and it really does just complete negate some fights. Tropius...buddy, I liked running you all game, but the League kinda dunks on you way too hard. Flying offers nothing, it's actively bad in several places, and Wallace is extremely too balanced for its sole Grass type move to do much. Especially since Wailord can both remove its potential Sunny Day/Solarbeam combo, and one-shots with Blizzard. I am not too impressed with Tropius, sadly.

Next up is supposed to be FRLG. I have to admit, I'm not super excited about it? I might do Platinum next. But I did want to cover everything, so...who knows, we'll see what I pick up.