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[ddenisaelena]

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[ladymirdan]

I wanted this paintset so badly.

[vahalia-cress]

⸸ Ilyon Asoh ⸸

Violence/Tenderness: DAY 2 @daily-writing-challenge

Violent lands wrought with countless years of tribal wars and strife. Such was the way of Tural and its inhabitants, older rather than newer. It had only come to know peace within the past 80 years during Gulool Ja Ja who sought to unite the people of Tural as a nation. And it stood, thriving even, to this day when he was setting his Promises out into the world to partake in their Rite of Succession. They considered it a pilgrimage where Vahalia was from, and the two weren’t too far off from one another in their respective purposes. It was never about the end but the journeys in between.

Vahalia had felt that nostalgia pluck at her memory bank, as she sat before the fire watching it crackle and flickler within the night air. A little over a decade ago it had been her, two others and their mentor traveling around the world taking up odd jobs on the side of their studies as Magi. It felt like a lifetime ago, she was a different person then than she was now, perhaps all roads eventually led her to this very place.

This journey.

Light golden eyes cut towards the two sleeping figures in their sleeping rolls. Cordelia and Wren were seemingly well protected as Vahalia and Castien had taken the first watch.

They had boarded the dirigibles into Yak’T’el taking their mounts with them and settled for the evening just at the outskirts of the Village of Ilyon Asoh beside the biggest tree they could find to shield them from the gentle tapping of rain they had felt prior in their travels.

A soft ruffle of the Chocobo feathers came and once more the large, geared, and armored avians adjusted back into their comforts. Castien came into few and placed the foul she had procured along the triad of sticks she had prepared prior, “Enough for the evening and morning.” she commented, dusting off her hands and exhaling as she took a load off alongside the trunk of the tree beside Vahalia.

“I take it you’ve pinned down a good idea of the land? You’ve been gone for a while.”

“Bought a few maps in Iq Br’aax, I couldn’t say no to a good start, it’ll benefit my maps later when I piece it all together,” Castien replied and she dug into her pack beside her to pull out a sketchbook and a charcoal pencil, already doodling away.

“Have you always had a fondness for cartography and art?”

“Not always but it was all I had. I didn’t have my mother around and ended up in an orphanage before I was six years old. We couldn’t afford much there so I would sometimes find scraps of paper on the ground or get pieces of scrolls from the kitchen staff after they were done with their recipes. I used to use the soot from the fireplaces after the fires died down in the mornings and I would find an interest in creating images that way. When I could afford my first paintset I was drawn to landscapes and the people.” Castien chuckled as she looked sidelong to Vahalia, “S’pose that does that to a person when you’re locked up and don’t go far. When you become your own person you sort of just want to see everything and know everything around you. I always found it…calming.”

A low hum emitted from Vahalia as she eyed the sketchbook, hardly seeing anything to truly judge what was within but she had seen Castien’s work before, plenty of times even commissioning her and buying her maps, especially when it came to her first purchasing ships for trade. There was very little to scrutinize however, she did find familiar ground with the prospect of something beautiful coming from the depths of depression and longing, abandonment and trauma.

Tenderly Vahalia’s lips curled into a subtle smile – it wasn’t perfect but it remained all the same, “you made something of yourself despite the things baring your way. I admire that.”

“Thank you.” Castien tilted her head and smirked in Vahalia’s direction.

“Some people are the prize, some are the punishment.” she retorted quietly and she slowly returned her gaze to the flickering fire before them.

“And which do you consider yourself, Vahalia?”

“That depends on who you ask.” Lady Cress’s gentle smile eventually twitched into a bit of a smirk. She was both hellfire and holy water, what you drank depended on how you treated her.

[dottie-n-stripes]

With Stripes having the new hairstyle, what does Strottie look like now?

like they got a bad haircut....

also for fun tried to combine the principles of their weapons being brush and slosher. yanno those crappy kids paint-by-number paintsets. ink by NUMBer

[paintedscales]

FFXIV Write 2024 :: Day Thirteen

Prompt: Butte Characters: Nomin tal Kheeriin, Nergui Bayaqud Word Count: 799

Master List

A sense of frustration welled within Nomin as she quietly excused herself from the gathering around the bonfire amidst the rest of the members of the Bayaqud. It was…an interesting feeling, to say the least. She was not quite sure why she cared. She should not have cared. At least…that was what she attempted to keep telling herself.

It was one thing rebuffing the affections of the young woman named Nergui, but seeing how she so easily drifted to Arik or Jargal to flirt with them or make some form of advance on them… Well, it made Nomin feel a little awkward to be around her to say the least. Especially when Nergui’s words to Nomin was that she would make an excellent warrior to join the rest of her husbands, wives, and partners of no particular disposition.

Shaking out her hands, Nomin clenched and flexed them. Over and over.

Eventually, she found a patch of grass where Horse and Wild Sun grazed nearby, and she plopped down onto the ground. Crossing her legs, Nomin pouted while resting her chin in the palm of her hand, her elbow digging into her thigh. At current, she really just focused her eyes on the horizon, the visage of the buttes in the distance reaching for the sky becoming a view she might not have appreciated were she to have stayed to be served her meal at the bonfire.

Curling her tongue and pursing her lips, Nomin let out two sharp whistles to grab Horse’s attention. He, of course, perked up before walking over. In greeting, he lipped Nomin’s hair, causing her to scoff and push his muzzle away playfully before she got up to check his saddlebags. After flipping open a good handful of the compartments and rummaging around, Nomin finally had her paintset and a roll of hare hide she had been saving for another opportunity to paint.

With her materials now in possession, Nomin gently praised Horse before patting his neck and finding another spot to sit so that she could start painting. She tried something new, taking her near-white yellow paint and applying a base to the hide before taking blue to start blending it and making the sky. She would go on like this, ensuring the sky and clouds were presentable before starting work on painting the distant mountains and buttes that were within her vision.

So focused was Nomin on painting that she did not hear the soft whispers of grass as they spoke of someone approaching.

“Nomin…?”

There was a pause in Nomin’s brush strokes before she turned toward the familiar voice. It was Nergui, hands held at rest, fingers laced together before her. She had a look of concern on her face -- an expression that still looked beautiful on her face with her equally beautiful inky black scales.

Nomin returned to her painting. “... What is it?”

“I fear I may have offended you,” Nergui replied.

Silence.

And then another gentle chattering of grass as Nergui closed the distance between herself and Nomin.

“I apologize if I did.” This was a different part of Nergui that Nomin had not seen from her. Granted, they had really only known each other for a couple suns at this point…so all Nomin was really familiar with was how flirtatious and playful Nergui tended to be. Almost as if her status as the khatun’s daughter inflated her ego and sense of self.

But this apology…it made Nomin stop again with her brushstrokes, soon taking her waterskin to wash the paint from the brush.

“I often don’t think about how strongly I come on to other people. This…is why you distance yourself from me, is it not?”

“... That’s…correct,” Nomin slowly said in response. She looked back out to the scenery that she had been painting, not wanting to look at Nergui directly. “I have no feelings for you -- for anyone -- in such a capacity.”

Nergui, now standing next to Nomin, took a seat. “I see. It’s not often I run into those like you.”

“Nor is it often I run into those like you,” Nomin replied in kind.

“I want to be friends.” Nergui’s words were blunt, though filled with a genuine kindness. “Had you mentioned to me that you did not appreciate my affections, I would have not pursued. It is my blindness to your discomfort that I hope to mend between us.”

Thinking about Nergui’s words, Nomin looked down to the painting she had been working on. She felt…calm and at peace. A far cry from how she felt with some other people that usually were found out to have been lying through their teeth. So she looked at the Bayaqud woman and efforted a small smile.

“... If we can be friends, I think that would be nice.”

[emmies-agere]

can you do regressor headcanons for nagito? idk if you even do regressor hcs haha but if not then cg chiaki?

hello! i can definitely do regressor headcanons <3 i hope you like these!! thank you for requesting and have a wonderful day ^^

regressor nagito komaeda headcanons!

•nagito would definitely regress in order to cope— sometimes everything is just a little too much, and he needs to be reminded of a time where things were easier and the world was kinder.

•his age range is anywhere from 5-7, though on more stressful days he can slip lower

•that being said, he loves anything nostalgic! he’ll sleep with the stuffed animal he’s had for forever every night. he’d play with the few toys from his childhood that he has left. sometimes, even a mere snack or a bowl of spaghettio’s can help him slip!

•nagito really enjoys looking for four leaf clovers!! it makes him feel small, and while sometimes his luck can mess up the activity, it usually still ends up being fun regardless.

•he’s a very creative little! he’ll color bunches of pictures with a variety of different colors, and he’ll stick a bunch of stickers onto his artwork. in the middle of coloring, he once whipped out a whole paintset! arts and crafts are also really fun, too.

•nagito absolutely loves to have small tea parties!! he’ll gather his stuffed animals, toys, and even his friends that are willing to, and have a little party! he’ll fill the cups up with water and put out some little cookies.

•when regressed, he’ll sometimes murmur some nursery rhymes to himself, or short little songs,, like the ABC’s or something!!

•you might not think it, but he’s also fond of baths. he’ll put lots of bubbles in it (so much that the tub nearly overflows...) and he also has some bath toys that he likes to play with!

•while he goes to sleep, he likes to have a lullably or soft music playing. it helps lull him to sleep, and the kid-ish feel to the song just helps him regress that much further.

•his regression is usually involuntary, and usually done when he’s overwhelmed, however sometimes it’s voluntary when he’s simply seeking comfort.

•nagito’s a very calm regressor! enjoys the little things and mostly just tries to feel like a kid again. he loves the safety and comfort his regression provides <3

[bellatrixobsessed1]

The Hemorrhaging Aether

Nerissa had never cared for crowds but she has never hated them either. On one hand they are too loud, they drive her mad with the overload of sights and sounds and smells. On the other hand, if a crowd is large enough, then she can get lost in it, slink to the back of it. Blend in and go unnoticed and that is precisely what she is looking to do. Especially today. 

Earthy tones had been a good choice. They keep her out of mind even if she is not out of sight. They keep her inconspicuous in a building full of people who seem to be doing their very best to stand out, to become the center of attention. 

She has heard that about America; the people value their freedom and by extension their individuality. And she supposes that that isn’t a terrible thing in moderation. America overall is terribly different from Greece; everything and everyone seems so…sensationalized. Everything is so forward driven—a rejection of tradition in favor of what might and very well could be. The fashion is daring and different, the hairstyles are showy. They do however seem to be as friendly and welcoming of strangers as she is used to. 

More than anything else though the school itself is strange; there are no split in their secondary schooling—no gymnasium and no lyceum. Instead there are freshmen, sophomore, junior, and senior years. There is no 20 point grading system; they stick to letters past primary school. 

The layout of the school is different. Different and larger than her old school had been. The hallways are mostly empty now, save for the uncaring stragglers and several people looking frantically from the sheets in their hands to signs on doors. People like herself, who have no idea where to go. 

Truly, how hard can it be to follow signs to a classroom.

She finds that it is much easier than actually entering the classroom. Even if she enters at the very moment another student does. 

At least the teacher has two people to choose from now. 

“Charlie and Nerissa, I assume.”

“Yes mam!” Charlie declares. Nerissa simply nods.

“I do not know how educators handled tardiness at your last schools, but this one does not tolerate them.”

“It's our first day, cut us a break, man.”

“Does life ‘cut breaks’?”

“It should.”

“You seem very opinionated…”

“Charlie.” She fills in.

“You seem very opinionated, Charlie. Perhaps you would like to taketh class through the icebreakers. And Nerissa, you may introduce yourself next. I'm certain that the class will be intrigued to hear about Greece. You are the exchange student, yes?”

And so her inconspicuousness expires.

“I'm not an exchange student, I've moved to this country.”

“Well then, you should pay extra close attention to how tardiness and discipline work here.

Things are going splendidly already.

.oOo.

The new girl, she concludes, is shy. Shy and quiet to a point where Cassidy wonders if she only speaks Greek with a sprinkle of English phrases here and there. She touches her hair a lot, and she has an abundance of it. She runs her fingers through it or wraps strands of it around her pointer. And so far their conversation hasn’t gotten much further than.“You’re from Greece, right?” A lowering of a novel—just enough to peak over it and a nod. An “I’m Cassidy.” And one more nod.

But she has closed the book and put it to the side. 

“Do you want to come eat lunch with me and my friends?” She jabs her thumb in the direction of her usual lunch table, the one under the ash tree. 

The girl follows the direction of Cassidy’s finger with her eyes, seeming to study the rest of the group. She locks eyes with Yan Lin who flashes her a huge grin and waves. Hesitantly the new girl lifts her own hand and returns it. 

“See, they’re friendly. We’re basically this school’s welcome committee. Unofficial.” Cassidy declares. “It’s better than sitting all by yourself.” But maybe the girl likes it that way—Lisa Paige Allan prefers to be alone with her paintset. 

The new girl presses her lips together and stares at her book. As quietly as the rest of their conversation has gone, she gets to her feet and Cassidy is certain that she is going to pick up her book and skitty on out.

Instead she makes her way towards the ash tree. 

Kadma, Yan Lin, and Halinor are already quite deep into looking over each other’s class schedules. Something that Cassidy had been trying to get them to look at well before the school year actually started. If for no other reason than to open a discussion about the school's state of the art copy machine and how far journalism has come in such a short time. 

She slides her own class schedule onto the table skims over the papers. “Oh! Looks like we have literature and history together too, Yan Lin. And Halinor is with us for literature.” She peers at Kadma’s schedule. Aside from lunch, it would seem that she only has one class with them. And it is the only one that she doesn’t share with Halinor—math.” 

“Well I guess that lunch is the only class where all of us will be together.”  Kadma shrugs.

Yan Lin frowns at her own schedule. “None of you signed up for band!”

“That’s my favor to this whole school.” Kadma crosses her arms.

“Well I’ll be all alone. Bummer.”

The new girl reaches down and into her bag, fishes out a fair sized wooden case, and puts it onto the table. Cassidy watches her fumble with the latches for a few seconds before she turns the case around to reveal a flute. 

“Oh! You signed up for band?” Yan Lin asks. 

The new girl nods. 

“That’s a flute, right?” Kadma asks. 

“It is.” She replies, brushing her fingers over the metal as though it is some fragile thing. Cassidy watches her dig around lunchbox. Cassidy isn’t sure exactly what the dish is but it is wrapped in grape leaves, contains rice and some type of meat, and it smells rather amazing. 

Cassidy’s own lunch isn’t particularly impressive aside from the sandwich that her mother cut for her in the shape of a star. Other than that she has whatever packaged snacks that she had swiped from the pantry in her rush to get to school. 

“I’d love to learn to play an instrument. I don’t know which one I would be good at though.” Cassidy muses. 

“Would you even have time?” Halinor asks curtly. Cassidy doesn’t think that the girl means to be so cutting, it just sort of happens now and then. Sometimes she realizes it and softens it with something like, “I mean you said that you were interested in trying both journalism and an art extra-curricular.” Most of the time she just makes it worse in the end. “You have so many interests, it would probably be a good idea to just focus on one. Ya know, so you can master it.” 

“Maybe I don’t want to be a master. Maybe I want to be the journalist with the best painting skills.” 

At this Yan Lin laughs. And the conversation carries on like that. With each of them discussing their extra curricular goals. Each of them save for the new girl who seems more interested in her meal and the swishing of the tree canopy. If she has any goals of her own she doesn’t cut in to mention them and she has nothing to say of their choices.

Maybe she really hasn’t learned English yet; Η φ��νισσα is scrawled on the cover of her book. But that can’t be it, she seemed to follow the conversation just fine. 

So maybe that is just how she is; a quiet woman who would rather be silent sitting next to someone or several someones than sit in perfect quietude by herself. 

Or maybe she is trying to learn the mechanics of their conversation and the dynamics of their group before deciding to part take. 

It could be simpler still; nobody had expressly asked the new girl for her opinion. It could be that the girl is just trying to be polite. 

Kadma takes one last bite of her apple and tosses it into the wastebin. “I suppose we should start heading in.”

“Oh yeah, I can’t be late for Mrs. Sharppa’s class again. “She said that I would lose a whole letter grade if I did.” Halinor grimaces. One glance at the watch on her wrist puts a haste into the gathering of her belongings. “Thank you for lunch, Yan Lin, you’re the best and your parents are amazing cooks.” She shrugs her bag over her shoulder and sprints towards the school with a “Peace, love, and granola!” from Yan Lin to send her off. 

“See you inside, Cassidy.” Kadma says. 

“For sure!” 

Yan Lin is the next to stand. She tucks her orange-tinted sunglasses back into their case and puts it in the breast pocket of her overalls. “After school?”

“Usual time.” Cassidy confirms. And with that it is just she and the new girl who has already tucked her flute case back into her bag and has taken to fidgeting with the charm on her necklace, watching it slide back and forth on the chain. 

“Well thank you for having lunch with us.”

The new girl parts her lips. 

Cassidy gives her a little nod. “Well I’m heading to class then.” 

“Can I sit here tomorrow?” 

Cassidy grins. “Of course!” 

And maybe tomorrow Cassidy can ask her what her name is. 

[seanem0nii]

2/8 comms i did for my friend PaintSet over on TH!

[piersthesniper]

Alright, heres a proper introduction post!!

Hello! I am the original poster on this account! You may refer to me as Piers as it says on my description!!! I have been an artist since I was very young. :) here’s a link of my pronoun page!!

https://en.pronouns.page/@Yumipiers

I am 15 years old so please be 13+ if you interact <33 I don’t want younger people or full on weirdos around me :) (PSA please use tone indicators or any of the sort as I am very slow to understand and struggle. It helps a ton)

Here are some fandoms I interact in!!: Spiderman, Resident Evil, Call of Duty, Tubbo, Ranboo, Supernatural.

Theres basic DNI criteria so I’d assume you have the common knowledge of that. If not, you will be blocked and not given any interaction <33

Heres the supplies I use to make art!!

Digital version:

IPad with a Gen 1 Apple Pen (I think?)

Art Program: Procreate

Canvas Size: 3000x3000 and 300 dpi

Most frequently used brushset: REC Brush from the Habook PaintSet.

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Traditional version:

Regular Mechanical Pencil (doesn’t have to be fancy)

Small notebook

Ink Pen (again, doesn’t have to be fancy)

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If you wish to be friends with me, DM me here and We can interact! I would share socials but if you wish to have them, Id prefer if we have chatted first :)

Welcome to my page!!! Hope you enjoy your stay

[theroncook]

Everyday is the beginning ...

My journey from basketball to fine arts is the soul of our company's story. I poured my heart into basketball, but everything changed when I received a gift of a paintset from my father. That moment ignited a deep passion within me, revealing a new path. Art became my sanctuary, a way to express my emotions and find solace amidst life's storms. I immersed myself in it, painting murals and connecting with the spiritual side of art that resonated deeply within me.

My father's support was crucial. He encouraged my artistic pursuits, from asking me to create a sign for his peanut business to providing me with my first paint set. His belief in my talent was a guiding light, especially during the tough times. Losing my job and facing financial hardships tested my resolve, but I turned to art as my anchor. An internship at Vibe magazine broadened my horizons, showing me the interplay between art and business. Starting my own publications taught me to blend creativity with entrepreneurship, navigating challenges with unwavering determination. Every step of the way, I relied on my motto, "Don't quit!"—a mantra that became my lifeline, guiding me through adversity.

Today, this journey shapes our company's mission. We are growing steadily, devoted to transforming struggles into strengths and using art as a medium for spiritual and personal growth. Our brand is a testament to the power of resilience, the beauty of persistence, and the endless possibilities that arise from a spirit that refuses to give up. We continue to expand, touching more lives and inspiring others to embrace their own transformative journeys.

[oldsalempost-blog]

The Old Salem Post

Our  Local Tamassee-Salem SC Area News each Monday except holidays           Contact: theoldsalempost@gmail.com                             

Distributed to local businesses, town hall, library.                           

Volume 7 Issue 13                                                                       Week of March 11, 2024                https://www.tumblr.com/settings/blog/oldsalempost-blog                                                         Lynne Martin Publishing

EDITOR  It is fun and still amazes me when I visit a large city. I also see the part I dislike:  too many people in one place, house upon house, pollution, and traffic.  When I see huge suspension bridges and massive tall towers I am grateful I don't have to be the one to build them.  My feet are more comfortable on the ground.  Especially when I get back home. This beautiful place called Oconee County still amazes me.  Let us care for it so we can enjoy it and others can be amazed when they visit the beauty that makes us who we are and sets us apart. LRM

 TOWN of SALEM:  * Visit the Downtown Market every Sat, Winter hours 9am-1pm. *  Easter is coming.   Community Egg Hunt March 30th at 10am at the Town Park. Drop off  Candy donations to the Town Hall.     Next Town Council meeting March 19th at 5pm at the Town Hall.

SALEM LIBRARY:  Hours Monday 10am-6pm. Tues-Friday 9am-5pm. Closed 12-1 each day for lunch.  Self-Defense Class:  Wednesday March 27th 4pm-5:30pm at the Salem Community Building.  For adults and anyone 10 and older may attend, but must be accompanied by an adult.   Registration is required. Class size limited.  944-0912 for more information.           

                                11th Annual BELLFEST 2024                      FRIENDS OF LAKE JOCASSEE will host BellFest 2024 at Devils Fork State Park on Saturday, March 16 from 10am-3pm.  Celebrate the rare Oconee Bell, Shortia galacifolia, local harbinger of spring.  Learn  its  history and view it blooming in the park.   Interpretive Bell Trail walks* Oconee Bell story presentation* Music each hour* Exhibits* Local vendors* Food Trucks* Kid and Family activities* Silent Auction to benefit FOJ * Park entry fees $8 Adult, $5 SC Senior, $4 Children 6–15, 5 and <free.  Find us www.friendsof jocassee.org  or email friendsofjocassee@gmail.com  

Jottings from Miz Jeannie  by Jeannie Barnwell...Jeannie says hello and is still on holiday!

ASHTON RECALLS    Here's another story about Salem's quest to acquire a garment-manufacturing plant in 1953-54:

CONSTRUCTION OF NEW PLANT SET TO BEGIN - (The following story was in the February 10, 1954 Keowee Courier). . .Final plans were laid Thursday night at Salem for the construction of a 20,000 square-foot garment factory located on a four-acre tract just outside of the town. . .Construction will begin about March 1 and the plant, which will be occupied by Paintset Fashions, Inc., is expected to be in operation in October. Paintset, a nationally-known manufacturer of women's dresses and robes, already has two plants going full-blast in Walhalla. . .The Salem plant is expected to employ approximately 300 persons, and many of them will be Salem area residents who are now employed in the two Walhalla plants and will be able to work closer to home. . .The possibility of building the plant was first discussed a little less than a year ago when Salem area business and civic leaders, along with the Oconee County Planning and Development Board, met with Paintset officials in the school auditorium. . .The Salem citizens formed a corporation known as Salem Builders, Inc. and agreed to erect a building which would house the industry. In January of this year a charter was granted the organization by the secretary of state. . .At Thursday night's organizational meeting Oscar Wigington, Clyde Talley and Bruce Rochester were elected as directors and Mrs. Selma Talley was chosen to serve as secretary. . .The cost of the building will be between $90,000 and $100,000, which has been raised in pledges. Mrs. Talley said it is important that all pledges be paid by February 15 so that building materials can be purchased and delivered to the site in time to begin construction March 1.                                                         by Ashton Hester                                                                                                    

JOCASSEE VALLEY BREWING COMPANY,(JVBC) & COFFEE SHOP* 13412 N Hwy 11 Open Wed–Sat 9am-9pm and Sunday 12pm-7pm. Events this week:  Thurs:  Old Time Jam 6:30pm  Fri: Food:  Just a Smile Caribbean  3pm Music:  Eric Congdon Duo at 6:30pm   Sat–Food: Blue Ridge Grill 3pm ( Irish menu and more ) Music: Andy Ferrell 3pm and Cornbread Heads at 6:30pm   Sun:  12pm-7pm Celebrating St. Patrick’s Day with Irish menu by Opus Trust 12pm-until   Music:  1:30pm Irish Jam   4:00pm Water Kickers.   More information call 864-873-0048    

EAGLES NEST ART CENTER 2024 UPCOMING EVENTS         March 23rd, 7pm  Oconee Mountain Opry  Tickets $10 at the door day of the event or online at eaglesnestartcenter.org Ticketleap.  This evening will feature popular Upstate SC singer-songwriter Angela Easterling accompanied by Brandon Turner, the Mountain Bridge Band, comedy, mystery guests and more!  Don’t miss this local unique variety gem. 

April 26th, 7pm  Friday Evening Wellness Event:  Reclaiming Our Inalienable Wellness  Doors open at 6:30pm   Free event hosted by ENAC featuring speaker Meredith Orlowski, AFMC, INHC.  Bring your friends and family along. Gain Energy, Lose Weight, Feel Happy, & Save the World While Doing it!                                                    The Eagles Nest Treasure Store is open every Saturday morning 9am-12pm.  We are accepting donations during that time or call 864-557-2462.  Information on sponsorships, events, volunteering, donations, or rentals call 864-280-1258.

PROM DRESSES :  Ladies Prom Day is approaching!!  On March 22nd from 3pm-6:30 pm and March 23rd from 9am-12pm we will displaying and selling prom dresses for the upcoming proms.  We have many beautiful gowns short and long to choose from.  We look forward to seeing you. Please call  Donna at 864-557-2462 for more information.     

YARD SALE:  Rent a spot if you would like to bring a table and set up for our big sale on March 22nd and 23rd.                                                           

                                          CHURCH NEWS           Bethel Presbyterian Church (PCUSA),  580 Bethel Church Rd Walhalla, 29691. Worship at 10:30 a.m.   March 31 Message by George Harper, Easter Sunday with Communion. 

Conservation minded:  Last week’s quote  was so great and timely it must be shared  again and again from a reader: “  I fully agree with your opposition to the "growth for the sake of growth" philosophy. There should continue to be cities for people who like city life and rural areas for more laid-back people.”  

Sharing another farm property saved by the landowner! The Happy Berry >> in Pickens County. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Sharing a “Quick” Lesson:  “Why is part of the fingernail  called “the quick” ???

Quickening is the first feelings of life in the womb.  The “quick and the dead” refers to the living and the dead.  The “quick” part of the nail is  the part of the nail bed that meets the flesh.  The nail itself is dead, but the nail bed is alive.  Life itself can be like that.  Our bodies can be alive and going through the motions of life.  But in reality dead and meaningless  if we are not living or seeking our purpose through Christ, the true meaning and reason for life. 

Prayer:  Heavenly Father, Guide us for Your Will as we bloom and truly live life abundantly where we are planted.  Let it show as joy, gratitude, and praise to You  as we care for your earth, through Christ who came to earth, that we might live!  Amen                                  Time to Live!   LRM    

[the-archer-the-prey]

taylor really wasn't joking about wanting to use all the colors in her paintset and all the tools in her toolbox, huh

[floralalchemy]

"my paintset has lasted quite some time, but after a year or so of use, it might be time to replace it... though i need to be a bit more frugal now without a job at the moment. it might be worth while to do some more commission work..."

[mechamadnessblog]

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#helpme #contest #battletech #force #building The Midnight Mariners need a 12th mech for the fast recon lance. Drop a comment below for your #recommendation. #tools and #products used; @iwata_airbrush @mrhobbyglobalws @fallouthobbies #stencils @sparmax_official #compressor @vallejocolors @reaperminiatures #purple #paintset Can't wait to get a game in....#summerwars (at New Orleans, Louisiana) https://www.instagram.com/p/CRAGd9CnXJD/?utm_medium=tumblr

[dtgray12]

I caved. Hot a great deal on these goache from Amazon. #arteza #artezagouache #paintset https://www.instagram.com/p/CKfFN3UD5rY/?igshid=12vlzltx6jf1m