Oil Transfer

anonymous asked:

I printed out some text images from your blog and used wintergreen oil transfer to print them into a little book I made about my boyfriend, I love your stuff a lot it makes me feel everything

I don’t usually like posting anons but this is so so cute I love it 

New Monarch timeline video. Isla de Mona is a real island in Puerto Rico, though there is no volcano on it. (That we know of!) Some Wikipedia excerpts worth noting:

  • “There are no native inhabitants; only rangers and biologists from Puerto Rico’s Department of Natural and Environmental Resources reside on the island, to manage visitors and take part in research projects.“
  • “In 1583, the Spanish archbishop of Puerto Rico received royal permission to bring Christianity to Mona Island. However, by this time most Taínos remaining on the island had either died or fled to mainland Puerto Rico due to repeated raiding by European (especially French) ships. From the end of the 16th century up until the mid-19th century the island was largely abandoned by the colonial authorities. It seems to have been sporadically inhabited, although records from this period are somewhat sketchy. It continued to be used as a refuge by pirates and privateers, including the notorious Captain Kidd who hid out there in 1699.”
  • “The island’s circumstances changed in the mid-19th century when it became the site of commercial guano mining operations. Various companies were granted licenses to extract the bat and seagull guano (a valuable fertilizer and key strategic commodity for the production of gunpowder) from the island’s caves. Mining continued until 1927.”
  • “In July 1972 the Environmental Quality Board of Puerto Rico, because of growing interest in the development of the islands, made a full scientific assessment of Mona and Monita using a local team of volunteer scientists. A two-volume report with maps of natural and historic features was produced. It evaluated the climate, geology and mineral resources, soils, water resources, archaeology, vegetation, animals and insects, and pelagic life around the island. Shortly thereafter geotechnical and bathymetry studies were conducted by engineering firms to determine the feasibility of using Mona as a deepwater terminal for transferring oil from supertankers to smaller tankers which would continue to the mainland US; this plan was never implemented.”
  • “Around 200 caves are on the island with thousands of native art designs and the marks and names made by early Spanish explorers.”
  • “From 1945 to 1955 Mona Island was leased to the U.S. Air Force as a military exercise area.”
Recipe: Roots Platter

Description: This’ll keep you digging for more.

Game ingredients: Cave Carrot, Winter Root

This recipe restores 125 energy and 50 health. It also gives a +3 Combat bonus. It can be obtained from achieving Level 3 Combat and sells for 100g.

Difficulty: Easy, 45 minutes. Serves 4.

I make this recipe quite often, but I usually just use potatoes and carrots.

-Root vegetables: turnips, parsnips, carrots, rutabaga, etc
-Tubers: potatoes, yams, etc
-¼ to 1/3 cup olive oil, as needed
-One Step Greek seasoning (or seasoning of your choice!)

For 4 servings I used 2 parsnips, 2 carrots, half a rutabaga, 3 small potatoes, and half a yam. I didn’t use turnips, but about 2 of those will do if you choose to have some as well.

Preheat the oven to 395°F. 

Chop up the tubers and roots into small chunks, removing any unwanted peels and ends. I keep the peels on the potatoes. For rutabagas, you may need to use a knife to remove the peel since most vegetable peelers aren’t strong enough to remove the skin. 

Combine the olive oil and seasoning in a large bowl, and add all the vegetables. Toss to fully coat them, ensuring an even distribution of oil and seasoning. 

Transfer the vegetables to a baking dish and cook for 35 minutes, or more if needed. The larger the chunks, the more time needed. 

Serve hot with lunch or dinner. Some root vegetables don’t hold a lot of flavour, so the seasoning helps a lot! This dish is tasty and nutritious. 

-SVR

Saint Mary Magdalene, fragment (c.1522-1524). Workshop of Luca Signorelli (Italian, c.1445-1523). Oil on panel transferred to canvas.

Signorelli’s drawings bear a close analogy to the method of Michelangelo. He aimed at powerful truth rather than nobility of form. He had a vast influence over the painters of his workshop, some of whom would have completed this work.

Your Moods

This is the fault of every single one of the thirsty anon who came in talking about how the color of his head is the same as his mouth and how big he is. It’s sloppy (no pun intended) and quick and mostly written on my phone, but. Have at it. x

Harry has his moods.

But you have yours, too.

Sometimes, you just want to crawl into his lap and pepper his face with kisses until his dimples have no choice but to pop and he has to stretch his jaw wide with the threat of a bite to get you to stop (it isn’t much of a threat, though, when he nips at your jaw, neck, and cheek, and then he’s the one peppering kisses about).

Sometimes you just want a fight, and those are the days he tries to avoid you.

Sometimes you just want quiet cuddles because he’s leaving again, soon, and you won’t get the chance for this for a long, long time.

Sometimes, though, it’s one of those moods. It always catches him by surprise, because of its slow, simmering that he doesn’t notice until it’s boiling over.

It always happens at the oddest times, too. Barefoot, t-shirt, skin a little spotty from a weekend of alcoholic indulgences, and hair bordering on greasy because he knows he shouldn’t wash it often but he fails to remind himself not to play with it too much lest he transfer oils from his skin to his hair. He’s not at all the baby rockstar who prances on stage, grabbing the object of your desire in front of thousands of screaming, willing people; rather, he’s Ps and Qs and, “Love, where’s the– found it”, and, “I’m going to go pickup, did you want something while I was out?”

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Francisco Goya’s Black Paintings

1. Saturn Devouring his Son, 1819-23, oil mural transferred to canvas, 143 x 81 cm, Museo del Prado, Madrid. Source

2. The Dog, 1819-23, oil mural transferred to canvas, 131.5 x 79.3 cm, Museo del Prado, Madrid. Source

3. Two Old Men Eating Soup, 1819-23, oil mural transferred to canvas, 49.3 x 83.4 cm, Museo del Prado, Madrid. Source

4. Judith and Holofernes, 1819-23, oil mural transferred to canvas, 143.5 x 81.4 cm, Museo del Prado, Madrid. Source

5. Two Old Men, 1819-23, oil mural transferred to canvas, 146 x 66 cm, Museo del Prado, Madrid. Source

6. The Fates, 1819-23, oil mural transferred to canvas, 123 x 266 cm, Museo del Prado, Madrid. Source

7. Fight with Cudgels, 1819-23, oil mural transferred to canvas, 123 x 266 cm, Museo del Prado, Madrid. Source

8. Witches’ Sabbath, 1819-23, oil mural transferred to canvas, 140 x 438 cm, Museo del Prado, Madrid. Source

9. Fantastic Vision, 1819-23, oil mural transferred to canvas, 125.4 x 65.4 cm, Museo del Prado, Madrid. Source

10. Man Mocked by Two Women, 1819-23, oil mural transferred to canvas, 125.4 x 65.4 cm, Museo del Prado, Madrid. Source

Here is a selection of works from Goya’s famous ‘Black Paintings’ series, which consists of fourteen murals that were painted directly onto the walls of the Quinta del Sordo house in Madrid, where the artist lived between 1819 and 1823. They have since been removed, transferred to canvases, and become part of the Museo del Prado’s collection.

The series is pretty dark, to say the least. It is rife with themes of witchcraft, insanity, violence and death’s inevitability. My personal favourite is Saturn Devouring his Son, which is based on the story of Saturn’s Greek counterpart, Cronus, and how he ate his sons after hearing that they would eventually overthrow him. However, Saturn/Cronus was tricked by Rhea into swallowing a stone instead of one of his children. This son, of whom Rhea was the mother, was Zeus, and he would eventually have Cronus and the other titans imprisoned. Goya’s depiction is deliciously gory and terrifying. Saturn’s face is enough to give you nightmares!

Something I COULD NOT get out of my head awhile ago. It’s in Google Docs as Misc. Ideas. 


They have an herb garden.

In a window box that hangs off the balcony that Jack installed after Bittle came back from the grocery store weighed down with butter and flour and complaining that he couldn’t find any basil.

“I went to three stores,” he said as he handed Jack the flour to dump into the container on the counter. “Nothing. I was going to make spaghetti for dinner tonight.”

“I think I have some jarred sauce.”

Bittle turned to look at him, cupped his face with both his hands and said “Oh honey.”

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Long story short, a new ring was damaged shortly after acquisition and I suspected the fixers of swapping stones when fixed. I had enough references to make the accusation that it wasn’t the same stone but I didn’t come out and say that when I went back later. Only that I was concerned that the fixing process may have damaged something else.

I was offered a trade for a new ring. I said I’d consider it and to call me when it arrived.

That was Saturday.

Sunday: The stone looked even more “wrong” and no amount of viewing in alterative environments could convince me otherwise.

Monday: When the light hits it just right, the stone gleams a certain way and I get the sensation I’m watching someone struggle to waken.

Tuesday: It looks wrong from one way but kinda looks right from the other way. It feels apologetic that it doesn’t feel right.

Wednesday: I recall some things I overheard in the store, prompting me to look up the industry procedure for repair. Turns out the stone is cleaned of everything organic, including human oils that would have transferred to the ring no matter how careful I was. This stripping is known to “dull” a stone compared to before the process. The stone feels like it’s trying very hard to be something I would want to keep.

Thursday: I realize I have an unconscious habit of rubbing my thumb over the smooth stone. I put the ring under water to see if the stone changes appearance. It nearly matches what I remember and the photos I’d taken before the incident.

Friday: The stone is trying very, very hard to make me happy. I try rubbing a wee bit of oil on the ring. It’s still not exactly what I remember but I concede that I may be remembering wrong in the first place. I decide to keep this ring, swap or not, and purchase the replacement if the quality was sufficient. The stone feels comfortable, as if I had a small pet snoozing in my pocket.

*ring ring* “The replacement ring is here! And it looks… Interesting.”

Friday evening: Under the lights of the store, I see the stone I’m wearing flashing almost exactly as it did the day I bought the ring. As no two natural opals are the same, the chances of a second stone doing this is very, very low. I compare it to the replacement ring.

It was like comparing a name brand with its knockoff.

“I thought it was the same but now that you’re here, they are nothing alike. Can’t even pretend they are.”

Maybe the stone was swapped. Maybe the stone was only stripped of filth. Either way, I make the decision not to purchase the replacement, nor to make a swap. This is my stone now, I will not abandon it.

I make other purchases instead and move on.

Friday night: My phone beeps and I reach for it. In the electric light, I notice the ring flashing a certain way.

It’s the pattern I have been absent of all week.

There is still a slight “off” to it, but in the way a broken bone doesn’t heal perfectly straight. The way it was damaged could have shattered the stone after all. But it has been cleaned of clinging organic films I had bestowed upon it and I have been purged of my snobbery and elitism of expecting absolute perfection in a natural thing.

As I go to get coffee for the drive home, the stone speaks loudly with hues of color and flashes of light, feeding my animism and chatting with anything that pauses to listen.

Things That Could Be Breaking You Out

Hello makeup lovers!

Let’s talk about skin. There are many causes you may not know are behind your break outs. Switching up a few daily habits and making some minor life style changes can drastically improve your skin and keep spots away! Besides eating healthy and drinking loads of water, every day things can have a major effect on your skin.

Talking on the phone. Do you have a cluster of pimples on your cheeks where you talk on the phone? Try to use headphones, to talk on speaker or sanitize your phone screen once a day to avoid getting all that bacteria on your skin, girl!

Not washing your pillow cases. Try to wash your pillow cases once a week! Makeup, oil, sweat, dirt, etc all builds up on your pillow case while you sleep and could be transferring onto your skin every night causing break outs.

Not exfoliating. Exfoliating your skin once a week helps buff away any dead skin that could be blocking and clogging pores. Exfoliating will help your skin get a deeper and more effective clean as well give the skin a more even, smooth texture.

Not washing your makeup brushes. Makeup brushes can have built up dirt, oil and makeup which you’re applying back on your face every time you apply makeup with dirty brushes. Make sure to wash your brushes, especially face brushes, once to twice a week.

Drying your face with a dirty towel. After cleansing your face, dry off with a towel… normal right? Well if you aren’t washing your towel almost daily you could be applying old makeup, dirt and oil back onto your just clean face. Keep your skin clear by washing your towel daily, having back ups of clean towels or using a clean sheet of paper towel to dry your face.

Sleeping with your hair down. Many girls don’t wash their hair every day causing a build up of dirt and oil. Sleeping with your hair down while it’s “dirty” causes dirt and oils transfer onto your face while you’re sleeping! Avoid this by tying your hair up in a bun while you sleep to prevent dirt and oils from getting on your skin and pillows.

Not fully removing all of your makeup. Makeup is made to stick to the skin so sometimes a light cleanse won’t fully remove all your makeup causing you to go to sleep with left over makeup residue clogging your pores! Use a makeup wipe to remove any makeup and then cleanse the skin for a proper cleanse or simply wash your face twice once to remove makeup and once to cleanse the skin. You could also go in with a toner and cotton pad to remove any excess dirt and oil after cleansing. 

Using too many/too strong of acne medicated products. Using too many or too harsh of acne medicated products could be irritating your skin causing it to break out even more! Keep the rest of your skin care gentle and simple and stick with one acne medicated product like a cleanser or spot treatment. Try to avoid acne medicated products that are too strong with over 1 - 2% of a medicated ingredient.

Touching your face/picking at your skin. Try to avoid popping and picking at current acne! When you touch your face and pick at spots you’re spreading bacteria causing new acne. Popping a pimple will spread bacteria and cause the pimple to heal incorrectly resulting in acne scars. If you do pick at your skin make sure you’re sanitizing the area afterwards with a medicated toner to prevent new acne.

Strange Love

Prompt #1: “Why are we at a strip club?”

Author: Caitsy

Warnings: strip club, fluff, and knives.

Disclaimer: I do not own marvel or characters. I also do not own any gifs, images or songs.

Summary: It’s Bucky’s birthday and while you are dating you want to surprise him and Steve. You decided to officially welcome them to the twenty-first century with a nice trip to a strip club where your friend is a well known exotic dancer. How flustered with the 40s men be at this place?

Requested: Yes. Anonymous


A/N: I was waiting for someone to request this haha!

Originally posted by stansons

It was Bucky’s birthday where Tony wanted to throw themed party with a large ice sculpture resembling Bucky. You had put your foot down on that because it was an asshole move. Instead you had a plan to take both Steve and Bucky out. It was something you were excited for because you had a camera to capture their faces when you out to the place. You should be jealous since Bucky was your boyfriend but you wanted to do this and see his reaction and you have a strange love.

“Tony! We are not doing that!”

“What? I thought he would like a twin!” Tony smirked, “I still think it would be good!”

“No.” You glared. He groaned annoyed at you.

Tony didn’t think it mattered to celebrate a birthday for a guy that should be dead by now…well for a normal person. Besides Tony wasn’t fond of the super soldier as much as everyone else was. Hell even Sam had become good friends with the winter soldier.

“Fine.”

“You just want to have a party to get drunk at without being called an alcoholic.”

“Hey!”

You rolled your eyes as you walked off to find Nat and Wanda to talk about your plan. You were the only one that knew where you were talking the boys and you thought they would get a kick out of it. They were each in the sparring room with Wanda practicing her powers while Nat was sharpening a few of her knives.

The ones you got her for her birthday that was an intricate design that she had fallen in love with. She would deny that as much she could but her old knives had been unused since she got the new ones. Nat didn’t like flowers but if you got a bouquet knives she would be very happy.

“Nat and Wanda I have a plan.” You said, “It’s Bucky’s birthday and I’m surprising them by taking them to a strip club.”

The girls stopped what they were doing as the words were processed in their minds. They went wide eyes looking at you before they began to laugh.
“Are you sure that’s what you should do?” Nat snorted.

“Yeah.” You smirked, “A flustered pair of manly super soldiers? Hell yeah.”

“I want to watch that.” Nat chuckled shaking her head, “Please get a picture of them. Wanda and I have a mission in a could hours to go on.”

“That’s why I’m having my phone at the most charged amount.” You laughed before you all sobered up when Steve came into the room, “Hey Cap.”

“Ladies.” Steve nodded as he came closer up to you guys, “Y/N what are we going for Bucky’s birthday?”

“It’s a surprise for Bucky and you.” You winked. Steve sighed not comfortable with not knowing what you were dragging Bucky to.

The poor man was still getting used to a new arm and life without being tied to HYDRA now. Steve was almost like a father to Bucky with how protective he was and you could tell it was now getting annoying to everyone. Bucky had appreciated it at first but not it was getting out of hand but he didn’t want you to bring it up with Steve. Bucky wanted to stop being babied.

“Can you tell me please?” Steve asked crossing his arms, “I want to know so I can be prepared for anything that could happen.”

“No.” You coldly said, “You do not need to know every detail of the mans life. You better go check if took a shit at the time you like.”

“Excuse me?” Steve tensed up. He was agitated with how you talking to him. He would appreciate having respect from everyone on the team.

“You heard me.” You glared, “I will come get you and Bucky when it’s time to go but until then drop it.”

Without another word you stormed out of the sparring room to the elevator, the doors closed just as Steve was storming over to it. You knew that he would have words with you but you were going to avoid it. Slamming your bedroom door you ordered FRIDAY to lock the door and not let anyone into the room.

“Y/N open the door!” Steve exclaimed slamming his hand on your door.

You plugged earphones in and leaned back yawning as you decided to take a much needed nap. Your eyes fluttered a few hours later when your stomach let out a growl so you dressed up in better clothing and walking to the kitchen. Nat and Wanda were putting food on the table while everyone was lounging around the common room.

“Smells good.” You sighed walking over to the girls.

“It’s ready!” Nat exclaimed sitting at the table waiting for everyone to show up, “Happy birthday Bucky.”

With some small toasts you dug into the food extremely hungry from sleeping through lunch. Glares from Steve ended when Bucky had some sharps words with his best friend.

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Steve and Bucky were following you as you walked down the street where it was getting more and more seedy. The building had a raunchy name that confused the boys but you smirked. You had respect for this place because of your friends worked here.

“What is this place?” Steve frowned confused.

“You’ll see.”

You all walked up to the door where a bouncer was there standing stoic with large muscles that almost were bigger than the super soldiers. He was beside the door that had a line waiting to get in.

“Y/N! It’s been a while.” The man smiled at you.

“Hey Tommy.” You grinned, “I have some visitors here that have never been in this place before. How much to get in quick?”

“For you?” Tommy chuckled, “A hug should be sufficient.”

You chuckled pulling the burly man into a hug before he opened the door for you guys. The strobe lights weren’t obscene but the girls on the stage were. They were stripping to a good song while you smiled looking around, your friend was main stage putting on a really good show.

“Is this a strip club?!” Bucky exclaimed flustered.

Your friend was walking off stage when you shoved Bucky and Steve into separate booths on the sides of the room. Your friend, Ruby, was the most sought out girl for a lap dance. She had jokingly given you once and you had been turned on to be honest.

“Y/N!” She grinned hugging you without getting the oil transferred to you, “Which one is the birthday boy?”

“Him.” You answered pointing a finger to a flustered Bucky Barnes. Steve was chocking not knowing what to do with his hands. You had known both of them had never been in a place like this, despite being a ladies man in the 40s, Bucky had never been in a club.

Ruby got to work and you could see how the boys were turned on majorly so you grinned at them both.

“Welcome to the twenty-first century officially boys.” You grinned as you looked at the picture of Bucky and Steve’s faces when you walked in, “So framing this.”

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I’ve recently begun reading The Raven Cycle series and I’ve quickly fallen in love with the books and characters. So, er… a ficlet. I had to throw all of my Ronan feelings somewhere. 

I know most of my followers probably aren’t familiar with the series. You should read it. Seriously. You will be obsessed in love. 


When Gansey started bringing Adam Parrish everywhere he went, Ronan started walking around in a cloud of rage.

Not because Ronan hated Parrish, or even disliked the guy, but something about Parrish made him feel strange.

He didn’t like the feeling of not knowing, not understanding. He spent too much of his life in that vein, a fist in his gut and a whirlwind in his head. Parrish just increased the speed of the turn, the depth of the punch. Ronan didn’t get him. Seeing him around school always ramped up the gnawing uncertainty.

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San Zaccaria Altarpiece (detail), 1505. Giovanni Bellini (Italian, c.1426-1516). Oil on canvas, transferred from wood. San Zaccaria, Venice.

Painted in beautiful colours, the saints, lost in thought and wrapped in voluminous robes, are depicted standing quietly around the Madonna’s throne. This detail shows St Lucy and St Jerome, the scholar who translated the Bible into Latin, and whom Bellini therefore represented as reading a book. St Lucy is represented with the palm of her martyrdom and the small bowl with her eyes.