#t: kava

[bloodwiine]

closed starter for @spxxkygays ( utp ) location: utp, someone's place? the speakeasy?

"How do I always manage to make a fool of myself? Jane Austen makes it all sound so easy, but I have yet to be swept off my feet. Am I trying too hard?"

[jocelynships]

I almost wanna find a small little coffee shop and just bring my art stuff and work on commissions instead of working on them at home

[amygdalae]

Ok kava really does give you vivid dreams. Tried some kava candy my dad gave me one evening and in my dreams I had a long conversation with some guy abt the classical piano works of Erik Satie. The gnossienes specifically. No. 2 was his favorite but I'm more partial to No. 1. his T shirt was blue. Also my pubes were gone for some reason

[sparatus]

26 and 47 DEWIT

micro fic prompts

oops the second one got away from me so it's under a readmore

26. how dare [you] - Algidus and Incuria Epirian (teia's parents)

"Algidus and Incuria Epirian?"

Algidus knew the officer standing at his door. Had kava breaks with him now and again, even. For fuck's sake, he'd even listened sympathetically to harrowing tales of this exact duty at lunch breaks.

He swallowed. "Yes?"

The officer's subvocals thrummed with apology and sympathy as he held out the datapads in his hand. Sorry to have to do this. "You've been served."

Algidus's jaw creaked, and his wife took the pads in stunned silence as the officer made himself scarce. He didn't want to believe it. He couldn't believe it, this kind of thing didn't happen to them. They were good people. He was C-Sec, for fuck's sake. Sure, maybe they were a little tough on their children, but it was for their own good. They just wanted them to be happy.

AEDITEIA EPIRIAN, Applicant, vs. ALGIDUS EPIRIAN, Adverse Party. Temporary Order of Protection Against Stalking, Aggravated Stalking, or Harassment (CRS 117.23)

His hand shook. "I knew that Sparatus boy would be nothing but trouble," he gritted out. "We never should have agreed to that wedding, now look what's happened."

Curi sniffed, tugging him back inside. "He can't represent her, it's a conflict of interest, isn't it? He must have hoodwinked one of his lawyer friends into it."

Algidus pulled his mandibles in against his face. To think, they'd been nothing but kind and welcoming to that awful brat, and here he'd turned their little Addie against them so thoroughly this had happened. "We'll find out at the hearing," he gritted out, locking the door behind them.

47. crave - Desolas Arterius, Valis Abrudas (desabrudas)

Desolas hadn't slept well in years.

The hastatim had assigned him a therapist. Allegedly. He rarely had time to go, and when he did, they mostly just kept repeating the same three points about the stress of the job and finding a hobby, which wasn't helpful at all for getting to sleep. The physician suggested pills, which worked for knocking him out, but he still woke up tired and unrested.

The last time he'd slept well had been the last night he'd spent with Valis, after they'd gone a couple rounds and collapsed in her bunk tired but happy and promising they'd stay in touch.

He hadn't kept it. Another fuck-up from the king of fuck-ups.

He lay awake at night a lot, staring at the ceiling and longing for that last sleep. Her thick, muscular arms wrapped around him, his legs tucked up loosely against her belly and hips, their heads pushed together so they were all but sharing breath. He didn't go back to Ifura when Valis held him. He slept soundly, peacefully, only dreaming of sea-cliffs and golden eyes that looked at him like he was the only thing worth watching. He'd been warm, and safe, and loved.

And then the army had sent him away from her.

He missed her. He missed her he missed her he missed her, he missed her like the moons missed the sun and the mountains missed the sea. He couldn't sleep without her, he couldn't laugh, he couldn't find space to sit down and breathe and remember the excited young man he used to be. None of his friends had followed him to the hastatim, and nobody already there wanted to be a new one.

He couldn't stay. He couldn't leave.

Thirty years of living like that, barely alive, steadily losing his mind as the lack of a good sleep and the stress and the no friends to bleed away the suffering piled up. He didn't know how he didn't just end it himself. (He did. Saren would be sad. Parmat would have to burn another descendant she wasn't supposed to outlive. Nobody would tell his friends.) Thirty years, and he was a colonel, and they were talking about putting him up for general if he did well with the next deployment. Something on Taetrus, because of course that was what they were taunting him with, going back to that base where he'd met the one person he most wanted to be there, having to put up with being surrounded by reminders of her but never seeing or touching her again.

He thought he was hallucinating when he saw her again. The shit sleep had finally caught up to him, he'd figured. Of course if he was going to start seeing things, it would be seeing her, on Taetrus. Naturally.

It wasn't a hallucination.

And after he knew she was real, after she'd hunted him down at the old sparring ring and they'd beaten the shit out of each other and she'd walked away, after she found him again a week later in the same old tree, he told the moon what was wrong, and she listened, and she caught him as he fell, like she'd promised so many years ago she would.

And then she carried him back to his barracks, but this time, she didn't leave, and he could finally, finally sleep.

[simanora]

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Dear Diary,

M A T E. Sulani is a vibe. I drank so much I nearly forgot all my woes. I met Lilliana who drank so much, she remembered her woes.. a lot of marital stress on that poor woman. I told her she just needs to cut loose and somehow that wound up into a kava party invite for later that night. So fun! The bartender, Anjelo, came and I gotta admit, he kinda cute! All in all, day one but feels like I've been living here for years.

Olive, over and out

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Beach Life: 1/4 Tourist

Get a suntan

Earn Gold on a Kava Party

Eat a coconut

[rootpestle]

The easiest way to learn about and drink Fiji Kava in Fiji

Fiji Kava

If you are in Fiji which is located in the south pacific region, and while staying there, you want to enjoy village life as well as Fiji kava drink, this blog is for you. The other name of kava is yaquona or grog which is used as a stress reliever. The piper methstyicum plant’s root is used to prepare it. When you drink kava, your body will make you lethargic, your head fuzzy, and your tongue tingly. In Fiji, a central place is made by kava in everyday life. An important element of diplomacy is the drinking ceremony and all of the crucial events of Fizi are distinguished with kava consumption. 

Preparing the kava:

It was customary for young virgins to prepare Fiji kava Root Powder by crushing the root until it formed a pulpy mass, spitting it into a bowl called the tanoa, and then mixing it with water. You're in luck because most kava is now manually ground into a powder using a mortar and pestle. The powder is then placed on a cloth, moistened with the water from the bowl, then massaged and squeezed until it dissolves. Your drink is prepared. After that, the kava is put into a bilo, or coconut shell, from which it is subsequently sipped.

Sevusevu Etiquette:

 As a visitor to a resort or hotel, you were undoubtedly escorted to a village by a Fijian guide. You will be told by the guide to take a seat facing the chief in a semicircle on a woven mat. You can rest convinced that this ritual is quite important. Respect the chief by sitting cross-legged with your feet pointed away from the bowl, keeping your head lower than his, and being silent.

Moreover, Fijian will be used to conduct the ceremony. Although your spokesman will be your tour guide, you might be asked to make a brief speech. All people in Fiji speak English, however for additional points, you can also say "Vinaka" (thank you). Before the bilo is eventually passed around the circle, the chief will first sip his kava before dipping it into and replenishing it with the bowl. The important folks are the first to drink.

What to wear: 

Dress in complete cover even in stifling heat since Fiji did not escape the influence of the missionaries. When entering the hut, cover your legs and shoulders and take off your shoes. In addition, males and females wear traditional sarongs known as "sulus," which are frequently strangely matched with t-shirts of the Monster Trucks sort. Shorts, hats, and sunglasses are a strict no-no.

Apart from this, bring your own kava root as a present. Most Fijians prefer to crush the Fiji kava root directly, which results in a stronger mixture than the kava that has been processed. If you spend the night in a village, you will quickly become accustomed to the resonant metal clang of the enormous mortar and pestle. 

[morgansmornings]

"alt!"

This Meme: Accepting @brooklynislandgirl

Golarion is home to many folk. Half-Elves,  Tieflings, Gnolls, Aasimars, Humans, Gnomes and Halflings. There were also various other races among them being Catfolk, Orcs, Goblins, Devils, Demons, magical and non all trying to survive. Within the dark and humid jungles of the Mwangi Expanse on the southern continent Garund of the Inner Sea was a particular branch of Orcs. The called themselves Rainkin, having evolved to thrive in the humid region. Their hair taking on a darker green hue to black. Their skin ranges in the medium to lighter shades of green.

Between fighting off sentient plant life, juju cults, Demonic worshipers and Pathfinders looking for ‘the arcane and dangerous’ the Rainkin developed a more civilized relationship with towns and ports on the coast that homed the Eye of Abendego. Going so far as to take pilgrimages to Port Peril in the Shackles. When not being threatened by the natural inhabitants, there was constant fear and attack with a species not known to most of the rest of Golarion. There was constant fight between the Rainkin Orcs and giant telepathic Gorillas and their minions. 

Despite all of that, life blessed one tribe’s Druidic Council Member, Orza Woodwhipser. Orza carried and gave birth to a daughter that was the heart of Druid’s world. She raised her child to be strong, kind, and wise. Imparting what teachings she could. While Divine Magic was a trial, her child, earning her name and the traditional ritual warding tattoo once it was sure that the young one would survive. Kahla Waterwhisper.

Incantations and rites were often masked by the whispers and songs that the water would sing to her. As she grew older she began going on the voyages to Port Peril.

In her teen years, she signed on for small stints along the the Vanji River. The riverboat made a few stops along the way and always put in at Bloodcove that was located on the far southern end where the river met the sea. Between the Shackles and the Kava Lands.

Along these trips she learned to swim. Finding it to be almost second nature as one would running from a small age. One trip was when she discovered that her mother was having trouble with her memories. She stayed as long as she could in the village that her tribe settled. Caring for Orza And watching her mother slip away day by day. She then thought of seeking out a cleric in Bloodcove.

However that would be the last time Kahla would see her tribe, as her crew aboard the riverboat turned on each other. Night was falling when the crew attacked. She killed to survive and ended up swimming from the burning boat to the port town. From there she made for a tavern. She was seated at a table with four others. And as if Densa was bored, she found herself drugged, involved in a tavern brawl, and press-ganged into a Pirate crew aboard a ship called the Wormwood.  

Reflection was a funny thing to the Half-Orc. Her lifespan was shorter compared to many off her crew. Those that had mutinied against two men that had mutineers formed a strong crew under her command. And During just a few months she had learned so much, and came to care for so many people. Her Quartermaster Gunnalf. Her ship’s pilot, Skied. The Cleric of Gozreh Sedu, her Bosun, is a strange catfolk named Rensen. She had come to understand that her mother was safe and had not started losing her mind but was cursed. That her father was a human man that was part of the very Pirate Counsel in the Shackles only known as The Master of the Gales.

“Are you okay?” His voice soothes the wrinkles that have formed over her brow. A smile forms around her tusks, one fractured from their last scuffle. The same that can never seem to grow right.  She leans further onto the window sill in her cabin.

“Jus’ t’inkin’ abaht dat Council comin’.” She gets a hum in reply. There is shouting and after a minute a shuttering crash. The breeze enough to part the hair falling down her back to present her warding tattoos. Black and blue are a sharp contrast against pale moss green skin.

“Keptin! We’re boarding.” She can hear her Gnnollish undine.

“We should go.”

“I be seein’ yah d’ere.” Kahla turns to look at Gunnalf. Broad , blonde, and a fair half a head taller than her own six foot height. Instead of following him as he turns to follow the rest of the crew. She instead falls backward out of the window, a short drop into the lapping waters of the sea. The plunge a sudden change as her form warps and grows to be the horror that sailors whispered in the dead of night. With her crew boarding from the one side, she manoeuvres and slides up the other side. A tentacle nearly the side of the mast wrapping around the rear sail holder, another reaching out and demolishing the helm.

One of her articles was that Slavers would be shown no quarter.

[confortaleza]

DEMIR KAVAS-FORTIER ( HE/HIM ) is a CISMAN, THIRTY THREE year old MECHANIC / BOXER who has been living in Moorbrooke for FIVE YEARS. They were born on JULY 23 and right now, they are currently residing in MAPLE COURT. It has been said that they look suspiciously like URAZ KAYGILAROGLU and if they had to choose a song to describe themselves, they would choose MOUNT EVEREST by LABRINTH ( cielo , 25, MST, she/her ) zahir’s brother connection

b a s i c s

full name : demir zavas-fortier sexual orientation : pansexual  occupation: former boxer. mechanic and fighter  +sociable +competitive + strong  -outlandish  -annoying -violent

h i s t o r y  s u m m a r y

tw: drug mention, 

demir had been fighting since the day he was born. from grad school bullies street fighters, it was no wonder he decided to put his talents to good use and go into boxing. and he was good. so good in fact that it immediately  threw him headfirst into a life of violence, lust, and drugs. it was like a dream come true. unfortunately, that dream came to an end when sit all became to much for him. he had a mental breakdown, resulting in a slew of lost matches and damaging scandals. so demir hung up his gloves and he moved to moorbrooke to be with his older brother. he helps him run the auto shop from time to time but the bulk of his income if from brinie bar’s fight club.

h i s t o r y

work in progress

w a n t e d. c o n n e c t i o n s

MEDICINE BALL - a personal nurse lol. demir often shows up to his person’s house after a fight, bloodied and in need of a nurturing hand. sure, he could go to the hospital, but why would he do that when he has a personal nurse? medical experience optional

JAB - let my boy be a bad guy. maybe an ex he screwed over in some way ( cheated, ghosted, maybe chose the ring over them ) idk but maybe demir can’t help but miss them sometimes, despite knowing he was the reason thye broke up in the first place

BODY WORK - friend with benifits lol thats it thats the plot

CHAMP - friends who despite all of his shortcomings, sees the good in him. 

CROSS - some kid he’s giving self defense classes to. maybe saved them from getting mugged or something

e x t r a s

- looks like he could kill you, could kill you, is a cinnamon roll  -he suffers from strong migraines. he’s fainted a handful of times, but more often than not they just result in his being cranky lol - his name means iron in turkish, which played into the his stage name.  “the iron fist” -his type? anything that moves lol but he has a weakness for older women lol -has never been in love before. at this point he doesn’t think he has it in him. -unloyal lover but damn it all if he aint a ride or die friend -hes the one you call if you want to bury a body. you just gotta deal with his eccentricities. -is surprisingly gentle when he needs to be

[zapoun]

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[bloodwiine]

closed starter for @faiirytalesx ( dorian ) location: anywhere

"Don't take this the wrong way as you still look quite handsome, but you seem off," Kava informed the other, approaching with a drink for the other along with one for herself. "Might some company help? I've got your favorite, just the way you like it, though if you're in the mood for something stronger, that can be obliged too."

[erol25030]

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[smillling]

6/17/2023

back on fucking track!!!

1. music  2. laughter 3. hoods and hats 4. quiplash  5. quiplash t shirt game 6. kava tea 7. subaru subwoofer  8. TMS treatment 9. conversation 10. my sense of humor

[gaqu3]

LONG ESSAY ABT AN UNRECOGNIZED BLACK WOMAN IN STEM

Alice Augusta Ball was born in Seattle, Washington on July 24, 1892, to James Presley and Laura Ball. She was one of four children, the other three being her two older brothers, William and Robert Ball, and her younger sister, Addie Ball. Her grandfather, James Ball Sr., was a photographer who was the first African American to use the daguerreotype, the process of printing photographs onto metal plates. In 1903, in the hope that the warm weather would relieve her grandfather's arthritis, Alice Ball and her family relocated from Seattle to Honolulu. He died soon after the move, and after only a year in Hawaii, they returned to Seattle in 1905. Ball returned to Seattle and attended Seattle High School, where she excelled in the sciences. In 1910, she graduated from Seattle High School. Ball went on to study chemistry at the University of Washington, where she received a bachelor's degree in pharmaceutical chemistry in 1912 and a second bachelor's degree in pharmacy science two years later in 1914.  

She co-authored a 10-page article in the Journal of the American Chemical Society with her pharmacy instructor, Williams Dehn, titled "Benzoylations in Ether Solution” which was an unusual for a black woman in her time. She then went to study at the College of Hawaii where she decided to study for a master's degree in chemistry. Her master's thesis at the College of Hawaii involved researching the chemical properties of various Kava plant species. Because of this research and her understanding of plant chemistry, she was approached by Harry T. Hollmann, an Acting Assistant Surgeon at the US Public Health Service's Leprosy Investigation Station in Hawaii, to study chaulmoogra oil and its chemical properties. At the time, leprosy had been a highly stigmatized disease with little to no chance of recovery, and for hundreds of years, Chaulmoogra oil had been the most effective leprosy treatment, and Ball developed a much more effective injectable form, which had little to no problems unlike previous methods. Details of the process she developed were revealed to Arthur L. Dean, a chemist and Ball's graduate study advisor, dean of the college, and later president of the university. She was the first woman and the first Black American to receive a master's degree from the College of Hawaii in 1915. She was also the first African American "research chemist and instructor" in the chemistry department at the College of Hawaii. 

Alice Ball passed away on December 13, 1916, at the age of 24. Dean conducted additional trials after Ball's death, and by 1919, a college chemistry laboratory was producing large quantities of the injectable chaulmoogra extract. Dean published the details of the work and the findings without naming Ball or crediting her work. Dean's published works on the chaulmoogra extract do not include her name, but the technique is referred to as "the Dean method." Hollmann, Ball's colleague, attempted to correct the extract's erroneous impression. He credited Ball in a paper published in 1922, referring to the injectable form of the oil as the "Ball method" throughout the article. Hollmann discusses techniques that have been developed elsewhere and reports on progress in related leprosy treatments. Although Dean claimed that his later work was a refinement of Ball's method, yielding an "advanced specific," Hollmann compares and rejects Dean's and Ball's techniques in the article, in a section titled "Ball's Method of Making Ethyl Esters of the Fatty Acids of Chaulmoogra Oil." Hollman later states “I cannot see that there is any improvement whatsoever over the original technic as worked out by Miss Ball. The original method will allow any physician in any asylum for lepers in the world, with a little study, to isolate and use the ethyl esters of chaulmoogra fatty acids in treating his cases, while the complicated distillation in vacuo will require very delicate, and not always obtainable, apparatus.” Despite this, Ball was largely forgotten in the scientific record. In the 1970s, University of Hawai'i professors Kathryn Takara and Stanley Ali discovered records of Ball's research and worked to ensure her accomplishment was recognized. 

[harpagornis]

The Drama of the Moon

The Drama of the Moon (Lugu Kava in Werer, Andai Bathala Kisotosy in Atratra) is one of the world’s oldest texts, found in ornamental script in building bases as early as 7,000 BCE, during the mid Sprout Era. Though some later editions have occured, the overall corpus of the story remains surprisingly consistent since its inception, in large part thanks to these building inscriptions.

It’s antiquity, combined with its preservation, remains an important text not only to Lemurian identity as a whole but also the indigenous religions. In particular, it is pivotal to the debate on whereas pre-Austronesian lemurians had an organised religion, as the text identifies multiple personifications of animals and natural phenomena as well as possible rituals.

The Actual Story

Old Moon(1) appointed the Sun Goddess as the ruler of the world. However, he had a soft spot for Prince Kisotosy(2), and as such granted him ownership over the waters. This infuriated Ningal(3), who was given ownership of the Sammangal and as such would not tolerate such insolence. The Sun Goddess, mother to both, took no sides, and so Ningal drove Prince Kisotosy out of the Sammangal.

Prince Kisotosy wondered across the land and waters, and met many friends and lovers. He seduced Prince Wagal and Princess Swagal, aiming to take back his territory, and both of the great birds amassed great armies to strike at Ningal. Ningal appealed to his mother, and the Sun Goddess suggested that both partake in a series of contests to see who was most deserving of the Sammangal.

In the first contest, they were tasked to give humans crops to feed. Ningal gave them the seeds of the Black Sammangal, while Prince Kisotosy gave them those of the Red. While the former filled the bellies of man, the latter proved more versatile at protecting man’s other crops, and as such Prince Kisotosy won the first contest.

In the second contest, both were asked to woe the storm women who feed the land with freshwater. The Ningal, knowing little better, took them by force, while Prince Kisotosy woed them by building great monuments, the origin of the mountains(4). Both were tied, for the waters still flowed.

In the third contest, both were asked to deal with the festering swamp waters. The Ningal, seeing it as an ideal retreat, did nothing, while Prince Kisotosy used the flood waters to stir the swamps and human gardens to drain them into productive cannals. This, he also won this contest.

In the forth context, both were tasked to make a deal with the Walamul(5), who commanded the night armies. Ningal threatened him, Prince Kisotosy seduced him. Thus, once again Prince Kisotosy won.

In the final contest, the enraged Ningal suggested open confrontation. He stroke Prince Kisotosy with his talons, thus winning this trial.

Prince Kisotosy won most of the trials and came to be beloeved by the people, but he still lost the final confrontation. Thus, during the dry season the Ningal occupies the Sammangal, and during the wet season Prince Kisotosy and his descendents swim downriver to the flooded forests.

Meaning

The story for the most part explains the various weather phenomena, the culativation of the Sammangal and the migrations of aquatic mammals from the great lakes to the Sammangal during the monsoon. Prince Kisotosy, as a folk hero, is unambiguously heroic in most readings, using his guile against the violent Ningal. Yet, the antagonist’s right over the Sammangal is still acknowledged, showing that violence sometimes is the answer.

Some comparative mythologists have drawn comparisons to the Egyptian Osyrian Cycle, which similarly pits Horus against Set. However, not only does this story predate the Osyrian cycle, the antagonist is recognised as having legitimate grievances. Nonetheless, it is possible that the Osyrian Cycle might have been influenced by Lemurian traders.

1- The moon in Lemurian indigenous religions is personified as two deities: the Old Moon and Prince Kisotosy. The former appears to be a creator god and sometimes represents the full moon, while the latter represents the moon in general.

2- A multifaceted deity that is at once the personification of the animal kisotosy, the moon and the Lemurian folk hero.

3- Another multifaceted deity, a personification of the Ningal as well as a deity that is revered as a fierce protector and war god, but antagonistic in this story.

4- This likely reflects an early understanding of the rainshadow effect caused by the Lemurian mountain ranges.

5- A personification of both the Walamul, the largest oflying mammal, as well as of the night itself.