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gilverrwrites · 4 months

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Supernatural Taste and Smell Headcanons

I included a lot of characters (I think 24?), but if your fave didn't make the cut, just send me an ask!

Dean

Smell: Leather, cinnamon, and the kind of musk that only comes from an axe body spray, cause you know what man only buys whatever is quick and easy at the gas station. He’d also smell like gasoline.

Taste: Malty like beer, but sweet in the way bbq sauce is sweet.

Sam

Smell: I just feel like (when he’d not hunting) he smells clean, ya know? Citrusy and woody, kind of like D&G light blue, with undertones of like a ‘fresh’ scented fabric softener.

Taste: Kind of fruity but tart, like a berry smoothie. Also just a little bit of like garlic, or mustard.

John

Smell: That man is a smoker, and you can’t tell me otherwise – at least later in life, way after the marines, and losing Mary. He always has a stale smoke smell on his clothes and lips. I recon he uses old spice or similar as an aftershave, so also like cloves/sage.

Taste: Again smoky, ashy, but also oaky and malty like bourbon.

Mary

Smell: Citrusy like Sam but darker, smokier (joke not intended) with hints of like jasmine, bergamot, and a little bit of vanilla. 100% the kind of smell that wraps you up if you come in for a hug.

Taste: Chocolate, specifically the kinds with nuts and caramel, woman has a sweet tooth.

Castiel

Smell: I feel like all angels smell at least a little like parma violets, or some kind of sweet and subtle floral smell, be especially Cas. On top of that, he’d have like other earthy scentes, like honey, patchouli, maybe a bit of amber.

Taste: Coffee, always coffee. When human/when he eats; grape jelly, and honey.

Jack

Smell: Like Cas he has the sort of clean, floral scent to him. I also think he would smell of peppermint and like a yankee candle version of warm vanilla. He just has a cosy, familiar smell to him.

Taste: Again I think minty, additionally like white chocolate and rose/flora flavours.

Bobby

Smell: Like old books, burnt candle wicks, motor oils, and nose hair singing whisky.

Taste: More than anyone else on this list (including Crowley) Bobby tastes like whisky. Not the good stiff though, that’s only for special occasions. He taste like Jim Beam and Jack Daniels.

Crowley

Smell: Like a bonfire!!! Smokey, warm, woody, with a hint of burnt sugar.

Taste: 100% Whisky, and dark chocolate.

Charlie

Smell: Charlie smells like she just stepped out of a fantasy book, like wildflowers, and peppercorn. Like strawberry and blackcurrant wine.

Taste: Like a vegan alternative to Nutella, creamy, chocolatey, nutty.

Meg

Smell: Surprisingly soft and clean. Milky, with almond and peach. Just a hint of leather and cedarwood underneath.

Taste: Salty and sweet, anise: like a strawberry liquorice.

Ruby

Smell: Like cedarwood, ginger, and pink pepper. Pleasant but sharp, and strong. Like it pulls you in from across the room.

Taste: Bold and sweet like cabernet sauvignon, starkly contrasted by pepperoni and cheesy pasta.

Lucifer

Smell: Similar to Jack, in that he smells clean and minty. However, his is sharper, harsher. There is lime, and moss, and mahogany.

Taste: Like pure Moroccan mint, with that like sweet sourness you get on things like a tangfastics or a sourpatch kid. Like if you’re not expecting it, or you taste it for to long it will make you squirm.

Gabriel

Smell: Like walking into the kitchen of a bakery just before opening and they’re prepping everything. Mocha, malted sugar, rich caramel, creamy vanilla.

Taste: All of the above again! Just so sweet and creamy. Like a spoonful of sugar.

Raphael

Smell: Very similar to Cas, floral, but less earthy, and more sterile. Like aloe vera and antiseptic.

Taste: Again, very clean. He has a flavour the way cucumber has flavour? Refreshing, clean, but not notable.

Michael/Adam 😍

Smell: Kind of like the ocean, meets the forrest. Musk, white lilies, salt, collided with pine, sandalwood, and cedar. Cold, but familiar, ya know?

Taste: Hear me out: Fruit loops, and Dr Pepper. Like Michael has little say over what they eat, that’s all on Adam. And after the initial, ‘I haven’t eaten in 1200 years, I’m gonna eat everything I craved’ has worn off. He’s just like, a normal guy (who does not need to eat because he shares his body with an immortal angel). So, I can see him mostly reaching for snacks that make him feel good, that remind him of his mum, or his childhood, something comforting; like sugary cereals and fizzy drinks. I love them, I will take no criticism.

Rowena

Smell: Like an apothecary. Rich and indulgent. Very aromatic with lots of deep woody tones, sweet cherry, dark rose and other florally scents.

Taste: Like a bottle of mataro, or Nebbiolo wine. Spice, cherry, plum, smoke. She both smells and tastes intoxicatingly expensive.

Chuck

Smell: Kind of musky, cottony, leafy. I don’t really imagine him smelling too strongly of anything.

Taste: Summary and tart, like a sea breeze cocktail. (Grapefruit, cranberry, lime – an acquired taste)

Amara

Smell: Similar to Chuck, I sort of envision an absence of smell. Maybe just hints of amber, sandalwood, and a musky citrusy scent.

Taste: Like a white dessert whine, like Riesling. Dry but sweet. Honey, and pears.

Billie

Smell: Bergamot, rose, silk, and cocoa. Inviting and pleasant, but with an undertone of darkness.

Taste: Very similar to scent, sweet and warm but with an aftertaste of something bitter; blackcurrant and dark chocolate

Benny

Smell: Robust (Copper, ginger, tobacco,) but enticing (amber, cardamom, cinnamon).

Taste: I mean, I have tried really had to not add blood to any of the previous entries, but Benny undeniably tastes like blood.

Kevin

Smell: Not good. Pre-prophethood, not so much; I imagine like mint, green tea, jasmine, the kind of smell you would expects from a reasonably priced aftershave. During prophethood, the aftershave is long forgotten; its more fried chicken, old paper, and forgetting to shower for 9 days.

Taste: Like redbull, chexmix, and mouthwash.

Eileen

Smell: Like peaches, and roses, rich chocolate, and strong coffee.

Taste: Chocolate and coffee again, but hints of sparkly summer fruits.

Ketch

Smell: Like high end British aftershaves only the royal family know off, something with notes of fig, and oud, and other pretentious smells. The small of cigar smoke, and leather follow him around too.

Taste: Like earl grey tea, and dry gin.

Balthazar

Smell: Kind of like ketch, some high end and expensive (if he actually had to pay for it). But woodsier, and fresh. He would also have that hidden undertone of violet.

Taste: Creamy and hazelnutty, but there’s a constant aftertastes alcohol, and something metallic to him, no matter what comes first.

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bohemiandeer · 2 years

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Aight, It’s Psychonauts Brainrot Hour so, here have my headcanons on what everyone smells like:

First Game(minus Ford and Augustus):

Raz: Old worn leather, wool and buttered popcorn, as well as stew and powdered chalk depending on time spent around the circus/caravan, and a hint of dirt from his time at camp.

Sasha: Very thick mixture of Cigarettes and Cologne, latter to cover up the former, occasionally Machine Oil and Wielded Metal but usually only when he’s been down in the lab or in the work shop for prolonged periods of time.

Milla: “Gee,Your Hair Smells Terrific” Shampoo and Conditioner, along with Rosehip Oil, Cocoa Butter,Scented Candles/Incense and sweet perfumes that vary by the day. Sort of a lot like the fruity/floral/sweet scent sections at Bath & Bodyworks. Lilli: Woodsmoke,Pertichor(Rain Smell),Mint and Vanilla Perfume, as well as flowers. The Campers: Craft Glue, Pine Needles, Summer camp Food and for some reason in my head, Cheez its. Either Cheez its, Peanuts or Smores/Animal Crackers depending on the Camper. I imagine Kitty,Franke and Elka also smell like those flavoured children’s lip balms, especially the ones that smell like Strawberries, Bubblegum and Cotton Candy, on top of Kitty smelling like those candy scented body sprays they always market to tween girls. Milka also smells like cat fur. Crystal also smells like Thin Mints, and so does Clem by osmosis. Nils always has the faint smell of chocolate Animal Crackers on him. And Mikhail is the one who is especially guilty of smelling like Pine Needles, but also always has the faint scent of lake water and cattails on him as well. Oleander: A Camo shop, as well as that New Tent smell. A Rabbit Enclosure.

Loboto: Dried blood, Salt Water and a Dentist's Office

Boyd: Molotov Cocktail Solution,Milk,Cigarettes and someone who hasn’t had a shower in 6 or more years. Also Kitty Litter. Gloria: Vintage Perfume, Flowers, Plant Soil and Old Makeup, specifically Lipstick.

Edgar: Acrylic and Fabric Paints, Linseed Oil, Paint Thinner and Vinegar.

Fred: Pinewood, Duckcloth and Cardboard, as well as Craft Glue.

Sheegor: The Ocean. Also a Dentist’s Office by Osmosis.

The Psychic 7:

Ford: Shoe Polish, as well as generic Bacon,Barber's Shampoo, Dettol and Dishwash Soap.

Lucy: Wool, Meat Stew, Lavender, Tea and freshly washed Quilts

Otto: Just, Copious amounts of Coffee, Machine Oil and a bastard that hasn't left his sacred dwellings for almost 3 years.

Cassie: Honey, Lemon Tea and old/antique book scent, aged paper

Compton: Anxiety, actually no. I always headcanon him as smelling like Black Liquorice for some reason. Black Liquorice and Sugared Black Tea with Honey.

Bob: Fertiliser as well as Pertichor(that classic Rain smell), Plants/Herbs and when he was still drinking, Alcohol.

Helmut: Hookah. If not just generally very sweet, like Strawberries and Butterscotch.

Motherlobe Folk:

Truman: Sage and Vintage Men's Cologne

Hollis: Expensive, rather musky/oriental smelling perfumes. I imagine something like Amber,Musk and Sandalwood. Nick: Aggressively like fish. Agents in general always seem to have this looming air freshener smell to them, sorta like an Airplane, like that musky New Plane/Fresh Scented Air Freshener smell. Also Noodlebowl lady smells like breakfast and baked goods.

The Interns:

Norma: Hell, no for real, she smells like she's perpetually on fire. That sort of Smoke smell, just a very aggressive Smoke smell

Lizzie: that bottle of Dior's Poison Perfume that she shoplifted a good bit back

Adam: Teakwood Cologne/Body spray and fresh linen

Sam: Pancakes, very questionable pancakes paired with pine needles, goat fur and what a hamster would smell like.

Morris: An aggressive amount of Hair Gel and Axe Body Spray

Gisu: A Skateshop, that sort of woodsy, wheel grease, Acrylic Paint, New Vans smell is what I'd best describe it as.

The Aquatos:

They all smell like chalk powder in some sense including faint visages of such on Raz since that's what they use to dust their hands to prevent them from getting sweaty during shows and practice sessions

Augustus: Very woodsy, like Pine needles, freshly chopped wood and a Fireplace, with a thick scent of French Toast, Chalk and Burnt Caramel, very faint smell of popcorn

Donatella: Cheap but fancy Rose Scented Perfume and florally scented Talcum Powder as well as powdered chalk.

Dion: An aggressive amount of Hair Grease, paired with one spray of Men's Cologne and a faint smell of sweat and powdered chalk

Frazie: Very strongly of Marzipan, like that very aggressive Almond Meal candy smell, with a very faint scent of talcum powder, chalk,hay and buttered popcorn

Mirtala: One spray of Dona's cologne, paired with the smell of chalk, cotton candy and that little kid smell of Baby powder/Baby food and Crayons

Queepie: Little kid smell (again of Baby powder, Baby food and Crayons) + Dirt

If you've been around little kids or have had little siblings before, you know exactly what smell I'm talking about, that's just the best descriptors I have for it.

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ashe-xiv · 6 years

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She collapsed onto the bed, exhausted from the whirlwind stretch of suns that had occurred since being told of Valera’s existence; her mind reflexively turned to the Garlean measurement of megasecond, her better self debated between terming it as a sennight, as it had only been just over eleven days since.

There was so much that had occurred, she had little idea where to begin with writing it down. Perhaps it would be best to speak of the more important issues, than try to sort through everything as one long chain of events.

No longer the outlier amongst the books that surrounded her, for much of them were also old Dalmascan tomes, Ashla takes out the old, leatherbound tome from its hiding place in her pocket.

With a sigh, she tries to decide between the draining process of writing by hand, or the draining process of simply reconstructing the aether of the pages so that the ink merely appeared.

Her mind flickering back to earlier, what Leo had said to her, she sighs and pulls out the wrapped piece of graphite, beginning to write upon the page instead - a slight curse at the Dalmascan hero muttered as she begins.

It has been a very hectic sennight, with something happening nearly every eve and sun since joining Krystallos. Some were merely holiday festivities, while others were more intense.

The day after I had joined, one of the other members were attacked by a member of the Crimson Lord’s criminal syndicate; she slayed him upon the stairs, even as others stole away a false artefact. It was a pity such occurred, as just before discovering this, Valera, Lady U’faeylyn, and I had met a merchant-trader who specialised in wine - one who was willing to chase after Dalmascan wine.

To alleviate the stress of the woman who was attacked, and had to kill the man, I extended an offer of my abilities to clean up the mess, so to speak. I have never broken down so much aether, without using it in another form in that instant; I did not have to wonder overly long as what to do for it, as the auricite pendant designed as the Serpentarius decided to solve the problem for me - the aether found its way into the stone, nearly knocking me over.

The next night, a new hire whom I knew to be a bartender, but also is a chirurgeon and magitek specialist. He lamented after all had gone to bed that there was no body to inspect for clues...and in an effort to gain more information on our targets, I willingly reformed the body from the stored aether. Once he finished studying the body, I again dismantled it into aether, and the Serpentarius again collected the vast body of aether.

Were such not so strenuous, the following sun, another new hire arrived for his interview, along with his two associates - a pair of Xaela brothers. He is a braggart and likely a liar, and I trust him about as far as I could physically throw him. He had attended the company estate upon the same night that his two Xaelic friends did, trying to find them, and mistook me for a common servant - and tried to ply his way out of his error with honeyed words and fluttering eyelashes.

It failed, terribly, and to have to work closely with him to track down the Crimson Lord is something I don’t look forward to.

The following night, I ended up allowing the Lion’s maid to talk me into wearing a different costume than what I typically wear to All Saints Wake festivities, loaning me one of her own dresses and adornments. However, the tavern at which such was held was...quite a bit more akin to that which might be next to a brothel, than the taverns I have been to thusfar. While the staff was pleasant enough, and largely properly behaved towards me, there were...a number of people lacking in much clothing, and it seemed such was less than frowned upon, for the more part. Thankfully, Leo discovered from L'enah that I had left my linkpearl with her, as the earrings she loaned me did not have a socket for it - he arrived at the establishment before anything untoward happened, though he warned me that I likely had garnered more attention than I desired.

Thankfully, the following eve was mostly pleasant. I returned to the Uranami Onsen (( @uranami-onsen )) for their weekly open house, which was also a grand opening for their larger venue. The man at the bar was pleasant and polite, and gave a bit of conversation while I enjoyed my meal, largely about the Onsen’s attempt to have their opening festivities the previous week, only to be met with an issue with power.

For the first time, I actually used the onsen, and the time within the waters was mixed; a man named Xionn, who is a member of the Eorzean Alliance’s armies, took far more interest in myself than I was comfortable with - upon leaving, he even said he would like to cross paths again, so as to “pry more secrets from my lips”, as he phrased it...even after I informed him he failed at such all eve.

The woman who was present in our sento was pleasant. A Xaelic tailor who is also new in Eorzea. The conversation with her was far more pleasant than the Miqo’te soldier; it was refreshing to feel less alone here, being able to relate to someone else who has not been in the area long.

Tonight...

...what to say about tonight.

I managed to have a conversation with the boy who had followed the Xaelic brothers to the company. The one who had been experimented upon by the Garleans had taken a fascination with me on a prior eve, and his brother informed me that he knew little of the man’s condition, referring me to the boy whom I wish to have the least interaction with.

He was less than forthcoming, though he did relent that perhaps I should be concerned that not only the Xaela, but himself as well, may be a threat. They were both conditioned, mentally, and the chance that they have unknown instructions sleeping in their mind was not far fetched - especially after I explained to him how the Garleans would find such useful.

Not long after revealing - as minimally as possible - to this boy that I was formerly of the Imperial martial forces, Leo joined us. He was concerned, as he generally is, after we had been in the archive for longer than what made him comfortable. Before either of us could suggest leaving, the Xaela in question arrived, and I did my best to slip past him, once the boy had engaged him.

Valera left not long after, citing he’d return soon, and the other Xaela went into the archive. After a brief conversation with Mister Zanin, and the acquisition of some green tea, I felt that it would be wise to head into the archive and ensure nothing had been taken, or damaged.

The darker Xaela left almost as soon as I had arrived. His brother was rather unnerved by my appearance, though it seemed that the boy had calmed him well enough before leaving as well. However, once there was no one else to focus on, the Xaelic experiment focused on myself, solely.

I attempted to be polite to the Xaela, treating him as an equal and not a non-person, as most experiments from the Imperial laboratories are, although that seemed to only make him angry. Thankfully, Leo and Mister Zanin arrived, distracting him.

With his attention on the knight, I attempted to slip past him, however the half-skirt of my tunic brushed against his tail, causing the Xaela to startle and become somewhat hostile, despite the fact that I simply kept moving, until Leo and his axe was between us.

But as the Xaela looked around between the three of us, rather frantically, I realised that he likely felt trapped. And so I suggested to Leo that he step aside, so as to give the massive Au Ra a clearer path to the door, and he listened, as did Mister Zanin.

For reasons that likely stem from kinship, the Xaela became fascinated with the Raen, and Mister Zanin carefully held his attention and lead him out of the library.

In hindsight, I nearly wish they had not left, as things with Leo became...unsettling.

For most of the time he has known me, I have had my freckles hidden, my hair longer and blonde - nearly the perfect copy of the princess. It has played havoc upon his Zodiac-broken psyche, as has my general attitudes, leaving him questioning whether or not everything is real. As I had arrived in such an appearance, only to take a moment to change such after speaking to that boy, he was conflicted again.

As an attempt to calm his mind, I placed his hand over my heart, standing so close to him that I could smell the musky scent he generates, reminding him that delusions cannot fool all the sense. I let him hear me, see me, feel me, and likely he could smell me, as I could smell him; the only sense I did not press was that of taste, though often times smells can cause the mouth to recall the taste of whatever flavours it smells - so he may have even tasted the vanilla I tend to wear.

His reaction was...not what I expected. Eventually, he spooked himself, explaining that he was unused to being touched by me. I...didn’t realise that he meant specifically me, at first. After he rephrased it several times, I realised that Leo saw me in a manner I had not been aware of, previously. The few times that I have noticed someone looking at me as such, they have been rebuked, even unto calling down flame and fury upon them.

But I didn’t feel that defence - I didn’t feel like harming him, or even pushing him away.

I did, however. Again reminding Valera that I had little time for such endeavours, given that I had a Resistance to run, a war to win. I also informed him that I would likely make a terrible lover, given how much work I had to do for Dalmasca. He was...unrelenting in telling me that I needed to consider such things, as he feels I need to live for more than just our country.

To turn the situation upon him, I simply replied that such could not possibly be considered lest another Dalmascan were around enough, and likely not before the Kingdom was freed; given that he is the only other Dalmascan who is not constantly moving around, as much and more of our movement does, it left him in a place where he could not argue. He himself is much older than I am, and already engaged, so I felt that it would end the discussion.

Largely, it did, but even upon his leaving, I felt like there was much and more left undone.

Without finishing the entire thought, her left hand pauses over the written words, graphite dust vanishing as it is set into the parchment. Closing the tome, she sets it on the small table beside the bed, before curling up without bothering to change out of her clothing.

She manages to lay there for several minutes, before shifting several times; with a sigh, she gets up from the bed, collects the tome and the graphite, and tucks them away as she leaves the room. Ultimately, she leaves the estate, making her way back to the Solace to sleep - at least for one eve.

((Edit: Added in some screenshots that @leothesimperingmidlander took of the conversation in the archive; he didn’t get his post up today, so he told me to go ahead and add them if I wanted.))

#A Moonlit Original #ashe heiral #leo valera #u'faeylyn khaine #sid jamra #khaidu avangar #batu haragin

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cowgirlontheloose · 7 years

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Lobsters, The Shadow and Why I Refuse to Melt Belly Flab

Oh lobster! Someone besides National Geographic needs to acknowledge your greatness -- and I don’t mean as a meal. The fact that your mating habits are every bit as bizarre as ours fills me with glee.

For days the female squirts urine into the den of her beloved. He lets her move in, intrigued by the Chanel No. 5 scent of her pee. I’m guessing that not all lobster or human pee smells alike. (Duh.) Then comes several days of foreplay. Lots of stroking with antennae and feet. Wow, how delicious.

The female takes her time because she wants to be absolutely convinced that her lobster Prince will protect her in the next courtship phase. Sound familiar? Egad -- she disrobes by shedding her hard shell. Now she’s in a soft new shell and exposed to all sorts of scary possibilities. But never fear! Prince stands guard for the half hour it takes her new shell to harden, and then tenderly, from what I read, he deposits a packet of sperm into her brand new pouch. Wow! (The old pouch from a previous mating was ditched in her disrobing.

Off she goes, leaving her Prince to await another female with babies on her mind. Meanwhile, new shell and all, Ms. Lobster fertilizes thousands of eggs with her spiffy sperm bank, then carries the whole she-bang around under her tail for a year until the larvae hatch.

Once upon a time, the thought of lobsters doing their fabulous thing to keep the world turning would have jogged me out of my The-World-Is-Going-To-Hell-In-A-Handbasket frame of mind that I woke up with this morning. Folks, we are in a flipping mess and sometimes even the secret life of lobsters can’t console me. Note to Self: Stop trolling through Facbook for starters. Maria Carey Lounging in the Dead Sea and a horde of others pretending to lead perfect lives. Sunset Vistas! Cute Grandkids! Fluffy Kittens! Fresh Muffins!

But if I ban FB from my life (again) I would miss all the fabulous stuff. Like the British man who hauled a piano into the highlands of Thailand to play Beethoven and boogie boogie to old, injured and blind elephants. My faith in humanity is restored just in the nick of time. That’s the thing about FB. My faith in fellow humans is dashed and restored constantly. It’s too much! I feel like a giant yo-yo on speed. Plus after more than a few minutes of trolling, I feel horribly queasy as though I had just inhaled a family sized pack of jalapeño flavoured Cheetos.

So constantly I teeter on the edge of banning FB from my life -- this time forever. Our online culture clearly is out of control. Way, waaaaay Too Much Information. I don’t need to know about any of it. My brain is already stuffed to the rafters with 75 years of experiences. Still, I wonder if axing FB might be like disowning the icky parts of me -- those mean deeds and craven thoughts that sprout like fungi on a rotten log. (Good luck with that, Honey.)

It has taken me many action-packed decades and more than one Existential Crisis to learn we can’t just welcome the good and deep-six* the parts we hate in ourselves or the Universe. That only fosters more fear, hate and depression.

The icky side of us is known in Buddhism as the Shadow Side: the parts that we deny at our peril. During the 1940s there was a radio program called The Shadow, about a crime-fighting vigilante. Imagine me after lights out, shaking in my little bed with the covers pulled up to my eyeballs. A chilling voice floats over me in the dark intoning, Who knows what eee-villl lurks in the hearts of men? The Shadow knows... followed by a sinister laugh.

I doubt that lobsters have a shadow side. But the dark side of humans, individually and collectively, could, alas, mean bye-bye lobsters. Plus a whole lot of other species and ultimately us. As we continue to ignore climate change, the oceans continue to warm. Lobsters need a specific temperature of cold water to make eggs and sperm. Well, you can figure out the rest. Nor will lobsters be the only beings to suffer because of what eee-vill lurks in the hearts of humans.

The radio Shadow that scared me so (played for a couple of years by 22-year old Orson Welles) possessed the “hypnotic power to cloud men’s minds so they cannot see him.” Come to think of it, just like FB clouds my mind with its unrelenting demands. Sign this guilt-inducing petition! Take this dumb survey! Melt belly flab! Help impeach Trump! Unlock the secret to an oxytocin-based sexual connection! Grow your own teeth in 9 weeks!

I can’t go on like this! No more FB for me -- except to announce blog posts of course. Instead I’ll stick to reading paper pages with words printed on them. There is more than enough information there to inspire, horrify and overwhelm me about humanity. And let’s not forget the radio (I deep-sixed TV years ago). But without FB, at least I can slow the tsunami of data input to a manageable stream once again.

Farewell FB! This time I mean it! Thanks for nothing. You’re on your own with all those 80-year old vegan bodybuilders, and sherpas squaring off against rich racist western climbers. If you want to befriend me, you’ll find me on my Ikea couch rereading Thomas Hardy novels. That, and following the innocent lobster’s lead by playing out my biological imperatives, blissfully unaware of what havoc humankind is wreaking upon itself and fluffy kittens alike.

*deep-six: this verb sprang from burials at sea. It refers to the depth of water necessary to do the job. It is also slang for a grave and, by extension, a verb meaning to kill. Example: humans are deep-sixing this planet.

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grocio · 5 years

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5. Gold Temptation Deodorant (Axe)

Become the heart of every party by using this deodorant from Axe. Rich in exotic spices, the citrusy notes of this Axe deodorant keep you fresh for a long time.

Ø Long-lasting Fragrance The combination of exotic spices and citrusy notes helps create an enticing aroma to make you the centre of attraction.

Ø Skin-friendly This axe deodorant uses a mild formula, so you can use it every day, everywhere.

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Express how you feel. Be who you are. Don’t hide, don’t run. Unleash the man in you with Fogg Scent Xpression. Bold, masculine and absolutely sexy, there are no two ways of doing this right. Bury your fears, lift up that smile and head for your wild, wild side. Fragrance notes include ginger, bitter orange, rose, jasmine, honey-amber accord and sandalwood base note. Fragrance stays for almost 4-5 hours of application. Apply fogg perfume directly on your body for a long lasting aromatic effect.

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