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threethousandpancakes  asked:

Concerning the baby possum post: Why mustn't you offer food or water to them? (I don't know the first thing about opossums, sorry if the answer to this is really obvious)

It’s generally a really bad idea to try to feed any baby wildlife because it’s highly unlikely you’ll be able to give them something with the correct nutrient concentration (and yes, this includes using kitten formula and goat milk, don’t do it). Wildlife rehabbers often talk about seeing animals coming in starving to death with stomachs full of cow milk. 

With a marsupial like a possum, it’s really hard to get it right because most marsupials’ milk concentrations change drastically in reaction to the suckling stimulus from the babies. When they get bigger, they suck harder, and suddenly the milk has more protein and less fat (as a random example). You’d be really unlikely to get the nutrient balance right, and they’re so tiny they can’t afford to be ingesting the wrong stuff. Better to let them be hungry so they can be fed the appropriate food ASAP than try to help and accidentally kill them. 

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DIY Turmeric Rose Face Mask clarifying skin mask for a glowing complexion🍯

My absolute favorite mask! Turmeric has long been used in ancient Ayurvedic body treatments & beauty rituals. It won’t turn your skin yellow. Instead, after the mask & moisturizing, your skin will glow radiantly.

Turmeric: antioxidant, anti-inflammatory, antiviral, antibacterial, & anti fungal. It helps w/ acne, anti-aging, skin brightening, & inflammation.

Yogurt: lactic acid in yogurt dissolves dead skin cells, exfoliates skin, helps to decrease wrinkles, while the zinc takes care of acne. It’s gentle & smooth enough that it won’t dry out your skin.

French rose clay: mild form of clay from France rich in iron oxide which gives it the rose color. Removes excess oil & impurities/toxins from the skin by exfoliating & cleansing in a gentle manner. Shrinks pores, improves the blood circulation by bringing in the essential oxygen supply to the skin, which in turn results in a glowing skin.

Rose water: Balances the PH of our skin & clears acne. Improves circulation. Antiseptic, great for acne causing bacteria w/ regular use as a skin toner. Benefits sensitive, irritated, dry, & even oily skin complexions by controlling sebum production, reducing inflammation, allowing the outer skin barrier to heal & repair itself. Tightens the pores. Helps lighten hyper-pigmentation over time with regular use.

Honey: antibacterial, anti-acne, moisturizing, super soothing, & anti-aging.

Ingredients: 1 tbsp French rose clay (from Amazon) 1 tsp plain yogurt or kefir (I used goats milk yogurt) ½ tsp turmeric powder ½ tsp rosewater (any brand, I used Heritage) ½ tsp honey

✨Combine rose clay & turmeric powder in a small bowl. Mix in the rosewater and yogurt until a thick wet paste is made. If your mixture is too watery, add more clay and mix until a thicker consistency is reached. Gently apply to the face and neck. Allow to dry for 15-20 minutes. Rinse well to avoid staining clothing or sheets. Pat dry. Apply favorite plant-based oil afterwards. I apply Prickly Pear Face Serum from my own @folieapothecaryline. Can use 1x a week.

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High Fantasy concept

A kingdom of Dwarves are cursed by a god to never set foot below the peak of a mountain, cutting them off from their mines, their caves, and even most surface settlements. So, being stubborn, they begin to grow and breed vast trees on the tips of their mountains, living in tunnels insides the trunks. Farming the wood and refining it they in particular treasure sap, and sap and amber craftwork replaces jewels and gold for them. They also tame a local herd of goats, farming not just milk and hide but their methane, to refine crude alcohol for warm controlled fires on the cold nights. And also drinking. Eventually centuries later they manage to use the methane to make hot air balloons poured by simple Diesel engines, allowing them to spread beyond their mountainous trees to drop saplings in the surrounding lands, letting them expand their wooden mountain range. Elves and druids prefer these dwarves over their underground companions, though some feel the dwarves ruined forests by engineering this new breed unnaturally.

So yeah, tree dwelling airship riding dwarves. It’s a thing I think about.

To anyone getting wisdom tooth surgery:
From my experience, here’s what I reccomend.
-Choose the person who accompanies you to your appointment wisely! They are going to be taking care of you for a few hours and you need someone who is compassionate and willing to help you.
-Milk! Once you are able to drink again, I recommend drinking lots of chocolate milk! If you don’t like chocolate, try strawberry or vanilla! (Yes vanilla milk exists) Flavored milks have lots of calories, which you need to heal (especially since your diet is restricted from the surgery). If you can’t drink lactose try almond, soy, goat or any other milk substitute. Just make sure it has those calories and tastes yummy! You’ll want that yummy taste to help you feel better after the surgery.
-Don’t use too much cotton. Once you pull the cotton swab out and its not completely soaked in blood, you don’t need to replace it again. The surgical site might ooze blood for up to 24-48 hours so if you taste a little blood, don’t freak. Although if you’re profusely bleeding after three or more gauzes, call your doctor or dentist.
-DONT DRINK FROM STRAWS OR BOTTLES! The suction will cause the blood clot to come out and will cause you to bleed more. If that does happen, call the dentist and follow their instructions.
-Eat soft, mushy, lukewarm or cold foods. Avoid spicy, super salty or acidic foods. I know, that’s not much fun, but here’s some stuff I like: Eggs (cooked any way), Potatoes (again, most ways are fine), cooked veggies (so they’re soft), pasta with butter (no tomato sauce), pierogis, raviolis (again, no red sauce), soup. Remember, all your cooked foods must be cooled down before you eat them. Ice cream, yogurt, pudding, jello, milkshakes, smoothies (try to avoid having seeds in your smoothies, you don’t want them to get lodged in your surgical wound), soft fruit (peaches, mango, plum, grapes, melons, etc.), cheese, soft un-toasted breads. Overall, keep it bland and not at an extreme temperature.
-Check your mouth using a mirror and a light for extreme bleeding or anything unusual, if you see anything that looks not good, call your dentist or doctor.
-TAKE YOUR MEDS ON TIME AND CORRECRLY! Trust me, these medicines are friends, they will keep your pain at bay. They may not get rid of all the pain, but they will subdue most of it.
-A little swelling and bruising is normal. To avoid major swelling, for the first 24 hours after surgery, place ice to the outside of your cheek where the surgery was performed on for 15 minutes and off for 15 minutes. After 24 hours, switch to heat.
-Sleep and lay down with your head elevated, it will stop blood loss.
-Don’t be worried if you’re still numb for a few hours. The Novocain processes different in everybody’s body. Sometimes it wears off in a half hour, sometimes it takes a few hours. But if you get really worried, call your dentist.
-Don’t exercise for two to three days after surgery, you risk unlodging the blood clot.
-Your mouth might have limited movement range after surgery, totally okay.
-If you get IV anaesthesia, you may be nauseas or have a headache after, this happens sometimes, just tell your surgeon and he’ll tell you what to do.
-Do something nice for yourself, take a soothing bath, get into your comfiest clothes, watch your favorite movie/TV show. TREAT YO SELF.

BUT REMEMBER! I AM NOT A PROFESSIONAL! CHECK EVERYTHING WITH YOUR DENTIST/SURGEON! It’s better to be safe than sorry. Okay? Now take care of yourself, love you babies!

Someone to Stay - AU

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Chapter 8

Her feet creaked on the landing, the wood protesting. She could hear something behind the door, and she was afraid to open it, but she followed an unknown pull that drew her hand to turn the knob.

The sounds were unmistakable. Their bodies writhed and a pillow tumbled to the floor. Warm, sugary-scented candlelight flickered over their faces. She’d seen enough—she turned and ran out of the room.

Her legs didn’t seem to want to obey her. Rushing down the stairs her feet caught on the carpeting and she tripped, falling, falling, falling…

Claire jerked awake, breathing hard. Beside her, Jamie stirred and flung his arm over her. She placed her hand over her heart, willing it to stop hammering.

“Are ye alright, Sassenach?” he asked sleepily.

“Yes. Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you. Bad dream.”

“Weel, no wonder, I took all the blankets. Ye’re cold as ice—that’ll give ye the nightmare. Come here.” Jamie bundled her under the quilt; his own body radiated heat and she curled up against him, her head on his shoulder. Her heart was slowing down, and she closed her eyes, hoping to reclaim sleep.

Jamie’s hand stroked her arm lazily, while pressing small kisses into her hair. Claire was lulled, warm, the fear of her dream fading fast. After a few minutes, Jamie spoke.

“I’ll need to get up soon. I promised Jenny I’d help with the chores to free her up to get some Christmas things ready.”

“What time is it?” Claire mumbled. 

“Um… about 5, I think.”

“Oh God. It’s still dark out. It’s too early. You can’t go out there now. Stay. Here. With me.” She clung to him tighter, unwilling to let him out of the bed.

“A promise is a promise, Sassenach.” He extricated himself gently, pausing to run his fingers through her curls. “I like it. Looks like the bramble bush outside.”

Claire swatted him feebly, too tired to really try. She burrowed deeper into the bed, and Jamie kissed her nose. He dressed in the light of the leftover embers while she watched, and wanted.

“I’ll bring ye coffee. You don’t have to come wi’ me, Claire. I ken it’s yer vacation and up early the rest of the time. I’ll go milk the goats and pitch hay for the coos, they’ll be sufferin’ fer it.”

“Coos?”

“Highland coos. Beautiful creatures.”

She peered over the quilt. “I’ve never seen one.”

“Dress warmly then. Ye’re about to meet the herd.” He turned to leave, but stopped. “Oh, and Sassenach?”

“Yes?”

“Merry Christmas.”

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The mountain air was icy but invigorating. Claire touched her cheeks, the wool mittens warm on her reddened skin. She pulled her scarf up higher around her face.

She and Jamie leaned against the fence, watching Jenny’s merino sheep baa and butt each other. It was only noon, but her body was exhausted; not only from their efforts last night, but from fetching and hauling and working alongside Jamie.

They stood quietly side by side, watching the animals’ antics. Their breath mingled in cloudy puffs, and Claire couldn’t remember when she had last been this happy.

He was in her like a livewire, after only weeks of knowing each other. It was too much, too soon, too fast. Too right. And her heart… the kiss in the alley had given it to Jamie irrevocably.

Claire took his hand in hers and clasped it tight. He smiled down at her, and sang, “Oh, the weather outside is frightful…

She laughed. “It’s not so bad now.”

“There’s snow coming soon. We’re expecting the band fer Hogmanay. When are ye due back to work, mo nighean donn?”

“January third. And your recording sessions?”

“Few days after that. We can have some time in London.” He kissed her briefly and they started back to the house.

The ancient stones stood grey and silent as they approached. Claire could glimpse Jenny in the kitchen, preparing lunch for the family. At the door, Jamie stopped her with a hand on her arm.

“Claire, I have something for you,” he said. With a shy smile, he pulled a gold chain from his coat pocket. Dangling from it, was a gold ring with a ruby set in it. Jamie held it in front of Claire, the weight of the ring causing it to twirl. “It belonged to my da, and his da before him, on and on back. I usually wear it, but it can be a bit troublesome when playing guitar so… I’d left it here in Jenny’s care.”

Claire swallowed thickly, understanding the implications of his gift. This had belonged to his father; it was a tangible memory of family and belonging. By giving her this ring, Jamie made it clear he thought of her as part of him, intrinsic and bone-deep. She reached out to touch the gleaming stone, and smiled in acceptance.

Jamie undid the tiny clasp, the gold links of the chain delicate as filigree. He fastened it behind her neck, fingers lingering on her collarbones. Claire touched the ring, nestled against her sternum.

“Thank you,” she said softly, and he leaned in for a kiss. Then she came to a realization.

“Oh my God, I feel so bad, I didn’t get you anything! What with the shifts and all—”

“It doesna matter. I brought presents for the children, from both of us.” Jamie opened the door and removed his dirty boots before Jenny could protest. Claire imitated him, carefully removing her coat and layers. She was very much aware of the presence of the ring.

“Besides.” He turned and wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her close enough for whispering.

“You gave me you.”

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Jamie’s acoustic guitar playing Christmas carols and traditional Scottish songs reverberated with the myriad of voices singing along and laughing riotously. Everyone was absolutely soused, the drams flowing and never-ending.

The rest of The Clan had arrived, Rupert and Willy and Murtagh, to stay and celebrate Hogmanay and welcome the New Year. Rupert had cornered Claire and would not stop talking about Geillis. Claire lent a sympathetic ear and on the whole, rather liked the match between them; from the way Rupert talked about her friend, she suspected they were more serious than she had originally thought—and was glad for them. Willy was there, shy as ever, but joining in the loud choruses and tossing back drink after drink.

Murtagh joined Claire on the sofa by the fire, offering her a tumbler of Macallan. They toasted Christmas and Jamie and the Frasers in general. If he noticed Brian Fraser’s ring on Claire, he said nothing, but regaled her with stories of Jamie as a child and teenager. Every word Murtagh spoke revealed the tenderness involved in practically raising a child not his own. Claire wondered why Murtagh was single—deceiving surliness notwithstanding—when he clearly had so much love to give.

Jenny, however, was not blind. Her eyes had zeroed in on the ring around Claire’s neck the moment they stepped inside the house into her presence. Her eyes had widened but she said nothing outright. As the evening progressed and everyone’s inhibitions lowered significantly, now she approached Claire and sat next to her.

“That was my da’s,” Jenny said quietly, sipping from her own glass.

“Yes, Jamie told me.” Claire felt uncomfortable for a moment – Brian had also been Jenny’s da. Perhaps— “Do you not approve? Would you like me to give it back? Maybe you should have it for your own sons—”

Jenny waved her off. “I have my mam’s pearls and other things, for my daughters as well. This is Jamie’s to give as he will.” She reached out and touched a finger gently to the ruby, warmth on her face and in her voice. “And let me tell you—he could not have chosen someone worthier.”

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Claire ground her hips against Jamie’s, one hand holding her steady above him. Firelight cast them into molten gold as each found their completion in the other’s body.

Jamie groaned as Claire rocked to find more friction, more heat, more of him. He kneaded her breasts, traced a finger down to her navel, and settled on the pulsing point of their union. Claire clenched around him, dissolving into a heap of spent limbs and curly hair. Their foreheads touched as Jamie took his pleasure, gasping into her ear.

Tha gaol agam ort. An-còmhnaidh.” His hands gently traced patterns on her back as she lay spent on top of him, too lazy and sated to shift next to him. Her skin pebbled in goose bumps as she shivered in delight.

“You’ll have to teach me the Gaidhlig,” she said, smiling. She propped her hands under her chin, resting on his chest. “I think I can only translate about 5 words. Not fair.”

“I can teach ye, Sassenach.” Jamie pushed her hair behind her ears, cupping her cheeks in his hands. “Repeat after me. Tha gaol agam ort.”

Tha gaol agam ort.” Claire did her best to imitate his accent.

An-còmhnaidh.” Jamie caressed her face gently, tenderly.

“But what does it mean?” she insisted, pressing a kiss into the palm of his hand.

Jamie took a deep breath. “It means… I love ye. Always.”

Her breath caught in her throat. For a moment, she considered bolting. Rising from the bed, giving up the warmth and comfort of his body. Dressing fast in the demi-dark, leaving him behind. And her heart ached at the thought. So she allowed the brief wave of panic to wash over her, and let it go.

Jamie’s eyes were still on her, steadfast and unwavering. Claire met them bravely, whiskey and blue fire, and kissed his honey mouth.

Tha gaol agam ort. Always.”

The Kalash people as an ancient cultural continuum between South Asia and Europe

The Kalash people practice an ancient form of Indo-European [polytheism] in an unbroken tradition having survived against all odds in a remote mountain region of northern Pakistan. The isolated Chitral Valley is home to Dardic people who speak an ancient Indo-European language called Nuristani. This is what remained when the Indo-Iranian and Indo-Aryan subgroups cleaved off after their invasion of the Indian subcontinent. Their religion descends from the Rigvedic period and they have close genetic ties to modern Europeans.

Some of their religious customs echo pre-christian Slavic ones – a cosmic dualism pitting a thunder god against a chthonic rival, a polymorphic fertility deity, animal sacrifice, use of wooden idols and a corpus of nature spirits. Their pantheon even includes a female deity of death named Mara. The women’s clothing bare remarkable resemblance to Slavic folk costume, especially the Ukrainian type. 

Whats more, the Kalash have a winter solstice ritual that may yield precious clues to the meaning behind Slavic yule log (Bozic/Badnjak/Budnik) tradition. Here a young boy assumes the role of the polymorphic solar fertility hero by taking to the hills during summer. He returns to his community and completes the rite of passage during the night of the winter solstice. Per Wikipedia,“This includes the Festival of the Budulak (buḍáḷak, the ‘shepherd king’). In this festival, a strong prepubescent boy is sent up into the mountains to live with the goats for the summer. He is supposed to get fat and strong from the goat milk. When the festival comes he is allowed for a 24-hour period only to have sexual intercourse with any woman he wants, including even the wife of another man, or a young virgin. Any child born of this 24-hour period is considered to be blessed. “

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Team PLSM Origins: Willow’s Beef with Bovines - Part 1

I… I didn’t expect to receive THIS much messages regarding Willow’s hatred of cows.

Hate has to start somewhere, usually from fear.

And to answer the few of you, she drinks almond or goat milk.

And don’t worry, she unlocked her aura, and subsequently discovered that her aura meets the required standard to qualify for huntress training.


[Part 2 here]

Time After Time (1/1)

Inspired by this post.

Emma is a Traveler, able to travel through time but unable to control it. Killian is her Taler, always there to greet her and keep her from being alone while out of her time. Neither of them know how it works but they don’t mind so much as long as they have each other. A Captain Swan AU. 

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Warning: Mentions of character death.


The first time they met they were the same age.

Emma had known it could happen at any moment but that hadn’t made her any more ready for when it actually did.  Her parents had explained over and over what to expect for her first trip.  They had made it sound fun, exciting, something only a teeny tiny amount of people were able to do.  What they hadn’t told her was how dizzy she would feel, or that her mouth would be filled with the taste of cinnamon, or that she couldn’t be sure that her eyes would stay in her head.

“The year is 1648.  Hi, my name is Killian and I’m your Taler and… and why are your eyes closed?”

“I don’t want my eyes to fall out,” Emma whispered, unsure if she would start crying or throw up.  She was leaning towards throwing up, it would be less embarrassing.

“Your eyes?  Why would your eyes fall out?  Do they give you some sort of fanciful eyes from your time?  Is that something that happens then?  People’s eyes popping out?”

“No!” Emma snapped.  Her eyes opened against her will to glare at the boy, Killian she remembered, who was talking too much, “My eyes are just eyes idiot.”

“Oh, they are,” Killian frowned, apparently disappointed in her normal green eyes.

He looked like all the other boys that were in her fifth grade class at school except for his clothes looked like something from her history book.  Killian was skinny, his hair black and all over the place, and his eyes were blue as far as she could tell since he was squinting at her funnily.  She stuck her tongue out at him.

“Oy, that’s not very nice!” He stuck his tongue back out at her. “I’m trying to welcome you like a gentleman and you’re being very rude.”

“A gentleman?” She scoffed, “You’re not old enough to be a gentleman.”

“I’ll be eleven next winter, I’ll have you know, and Papa said that you have to be a gentleman around ladies.  Even when they won’t treat you like one,” Killian scowled and then seemed to realize that it wasn’t gentlemanly behavior.  He smiled at her, wide and fake, “I’m your Taler, the year is 1648 and I hope your trip wasn’t terribly awful.”

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