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Global Cosmetics Vacuity Bottle Market Trends, Market Share, Industry Size, Growth, Opportunities and Market Forecast - 2022 to 2028

The global cosmetics vacuity bottle market is anticipated to grow at a CAGR of 6.8% during the forecast period (2022-2028). Cosmetics vacuity bottle are the packaging materials primarily used for beauty products. Available in several sizes and shapes, they are made of materials including glass or plastic that can be opaque and also transparent. The market growth is majorly attributable to the high demand for cosmetic products across the globe that requires effective packaging of cosmetics such as cosmetics vacuity bottle. Population across the globe is demanding innovative, attractive and sustainable packaging from cosmetic brands, as a result of which key market players are developing innovative cosmetic products to cater to the rising demand.

A full report of Global Cosmetics Vacuity Bottle Market is available at:https://orionmarketreports.com/global-cosmetics-vacuity-bottle-market/110130/

Moreover, they are introducing various graphical and packaging designs in primary and secondary packaging, which makes the packaging more appealing. Such factors are anticipated to boost the growth of the market during the forecast period. Further, China is one of the key markets offering lucrative growth opportunities to the market players. Owing to the high ratio of young population, China experiences high demand for cosmetics. According to the data published by the World meter, in 2021, approximately 62.5% of the total Chinese population aged between 16 to 59 years. This is one of the key factors attributable to the market growth during the forecast period. All these factors are likely to boost the demand for cosmetics vacuity bottles in the near future.

Market Coverage

The market number available for – 2021-2028

Base year- 2021

Forecast period- 2022-2028

Segment Covered-

o By Type

· Regions covered-

o North America

o Europe

o Asia-Pacific

o Rest of the World

Competitive Landscape: Amcor plc, Rexam plc, and Saudi Basic Industries Corporation (SABIC), among others.

Key questions addressed by the report

What is the market growth rate?

Which segment and region dominate the market in the base year?

Which segment and region will project the fastest growth in the market?

How COVID-19 impacted the market?

o Deviation from the pre-COVID-19 forecast

o Most affected region and segment

Who is the leader in the market?

How are players addressing challenges to sustain growth?

Where is the investment opportunity?

Global Cosmetics Vacuity Bottle Market Report by Segment

By Type

· Glass

· Plastic

· Metal

· Others

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maniculum · 3 months

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Just finished editing this weekend’s episode, which involves some business with a labyrinth. And I was sitting here thinking…

When I picture a labyrinth — like a “we keep the minotaur in here” labyrinth, not a garden feature — it’s always bare stone or brick. Dark, the walls relatively featureless, etc.

What if you were imprisoned in The Labyrinth and it turned out whoever built it had decided to spruce the place up a bit? But like… tastelessly. All the walls painted in Landlord White. Carpets on the floors that have never been cleaned and never will be because nobody imprisoned there comes in with carpet-cleaning materials and nobody who isn’t imprisoned there is ever going to bother with such a large and inconvenient task.

And, crucially — because otherwise this is just turning into the Backrooms — actual decor. The architect of the Labyrinth decorated… but either they put zero thought into it or had absolutely no taste. At every turn it looks like someone said, “there should be An Art on that wall… no, i don’t care what it looks like, just buy whatever.” Lots of empty “inspirational” platitudes on cheap plaques or in ugly frames. It looks like a Hobby Lobby* exploded in there. It looks like it was outfitted entirely with decor rejected from cheap hotel chains for not meeting their standards of artistic merit. It is the most soulless and tacky interior design you have ever seen.

*If you don’t have Hobby Lobby in your area, it’s a craft store chain run by religious nuts that also sells a lot of home decor. Said decor is about what you’d expect from the description “craft store chain run by religious nuts”.

So the question is… is this better or worse? Sure, the vibes are bad, but would you prefer bare walls? At least this breaks up the monotony, right? Or would the aesthetic vacuity and jarring mismatch between appearance & function make you long for dark, featureless stone?

If you had to be imprisoned in a labyrinth, given the choice, would you choose the LiveLaughLoveyrinth?

Please support your answer in detail and submit it to Empress Theodora before her guards come to collect you.

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rastronomicals · 2 years

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10:11 PM EDT September 1, 2022:

Gojira - "Vacuity" From the album The Flesh Alive (June 6, 2012)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

#Gojira #The Flesh Alive #Vacuity

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lorienfae · 3 months

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The crickets chirp, sometimes.

I bob through days weightless, gravity

releasing its hold just enough

for it to seem like beautiful peace, then

pulling

on invisible strings

like a celestial puppeteer.

I hover like a hummingbird

in the vacuity of being, seeking out

your petals, your scent

via tuning into frequencies that hum

and trill

through everywhere and everything.

Everywhere.

Everything.

You are there. Somewhere.

I twiddle the dial of the cosmic radio,

listening, listening

for your heart's beat.

The crickets chirp. Sometimes.

#poetry #spilled ink #writing #creative writing #poets on tumblr #love poetry

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ashthemadwriter-archived · 1 year

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Love Like Cherry Blossoms

—Osamu Dazai X Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/n is a normal citizen with a normal life. Everything in her life goes as planned; work, home, eat, sleep and back to work; but things suddenly change when she switches bodies with a member of the ADA, by accident.

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Smut, Fantasy, Humor

Warnings: Mentions of male genitals, Coming out of coma, Body swapping

Word Count: 1.5K

A/n: This chapter is based on the webtoon "Turn to prince charming", which is where I got the original idea from. It's available on webcomics if you're interested!

Series Masterlist ⇝ Part Two

Vacuity.

It's what you've been feeling for... How long? You're not exactly sure, but it seems to be quite a while from the looks of it.

This place seems... Unfamiliar. Numb, senseless, and disturbing. You're floating around in a blank space you don't recognize, the light is blocking your vision and no matter how much you struggle, you can't move a single inch. This torpidness is illogically painful, you want to cry but there's no such thing as tears coming out of your eyes. It's only fear, tediousness, and irritation. But what hurts the most is...

You don't know what to do to free yourself from this nightmare.

Wake up.

It's a new voice coming from behind, and it feels so holy that you almost think it's a figment of your imagination and turn a blind eye to it; but you keep hearing it continuously. It's calling out to... You probably, since you're the only one who's present; but that's why you're confused.

Someone else has stepped into this dismal dimension.

...Actually, no; he was probably here from the beginning. He's been watching you from the very start, and after all the time you tried to run away from the blinding lights, now he wants to offer you a hand and help you out.

About time.

You look around, desperately searching for any sign of life and moving thing, but there's no one here except you, yet the voice doesn't stop echoing in the space.

Wake up.

You want to take his hand and run away with him, but you can't see any hand stretched out to hold yours and help you up. His voice comes from a very close distance, like he's whispering it next to your ear. Even though you cant see him, it doesn't scare you; it caresses your soul, comforts your broken heart, and kisses your spiritual scars.

You want to see your savior.

You cry out for him. Your throat stings and you cry out again and again, but nothing changes; except for his sentence becoming longer.

You should wake up.

And that's when you finally meet his cold, gorgeous hazel eyes; and through his bright, rueful smile, you suddenly realize the truth.

He isn't your savior.

He's just another victim.

"I know that it hurts, but you need to wake up"

When your eyes finally shoot open, the lights in the room bothers you again; but in the brief second you caught a glimpse of the room, you recognize the white walls, a packet of serum hanging on a metal pile, and the figure of a white haired boy sitting next to your bed, dozing off.

A hospital.

But I don't know this person.

You look around the room for any sign of familiarity, but when you don't find anything again, a frustrated sigh escapes you lips.

Well, at least I can move around now.

Careful not to wake the man up, you get out of the bed and drag the metal pile with you to a door you assume is the bathroom, which turns out to be right when you open it. You feel a bit dizzy that might be actually the result of your long coma; but there's another strange thing as well;

you're taller than you used to be.

Shaking your head to the side, you shrug your shoulders and unzip your pants to get rid of the pressure coming from your full bladders; but just as you're about to sit on the toilet, something new catches your eye.

A penis.

You giggle lightly and take a look at your member again. People were right! It sure is small when it's not erected. It has the same color as your skin and It kind of looks weird too... But at least it's shaved! Not completely though... But you can work with this too. And also...

Now you can pee while standing up!

Maybe life is showing its kind side to you again.

You mumble your favorite song as you take a piss, excited when it goes right inside the toilet. You're so good at aiming! If there was ever a competition about who can shoot their urine right inside the toilet, you probably would have been the winner, although this is actually the first time you're trying this out.

Wait.

You look at the penis again, and your blood freezes in your veins, because the last time you checked, you were definitely a woman.

Did you... get gender bent? Maybe they had to... turn you into a guy to save your life? What a pile of nonsense! Even if that's true...

Why are you taller than before?

You get up as fast as you can and run toward the mirror, and when you look at yourself, you're met with a foreign face of a brunette man with dashing looks. What shocks you more is his eyes, the same eyes you saw before you regain consciousness. You later realize that the voice you heard before is also his; but now, all you try to do is to scream, which results in a strident sound reminding you that sadly, men can't scream, and also in two people barging inside the bathroom- one of them is the one you saw earlier, and the other one is a white haired young boy, who's wearing an expression like he's been worried sick.

"Dazai? What's going on?"

Dazai?

As the taller man speaks up, you wonder if you recall knowing anyone named "Dazai", who you've been mistaken for. But maybe this isn't a mistake after all- maybe it's time for you to face the truth;

that you've switched bodies with some guy you don't even know.

Yet you still got a question to answer.

Looking at the blonde's stressed face, you bite your bottom lip with discomfort and let out a worried gasp.

"I... I have a penis, and I look hot"

His teeth grit.

"No Kunikida! Don't hit him!"

Dazai on the other hand, is having the time of his life.

"C'mon ladies! What are you afraid of? Hug me a bit tighter!"

Your friends share a confused look between each other and tighten their grip around whom they assume is you, but is actually a perverted man with handsy manner.

"Ahhhhh, I nearly died. What a tragedy indeed! Aren't you all happy that I've survived? You can express your happiness by giving me a kiss, you know. I won't mind it at all~"

For someone who's been in a coma for nearly two weeks, Dazai sure is energetic. The doctors were all so taken aback that they got him a blood test to check if he's feeling alright or not, but everything was normal, except for his behavior. Well, yours, to be specific. Your friends have never seen you so... weird; yet they don't say anything because you're back, and that's all that matters. Nearly.

Dazai is feeling blessed. At first he was disappointed since he was literally at death's door but somehow survived; but all those negative feelings faded away when he looked down and saw two pair of boobs on his body. His lips curled up into a wide smirk, and then called out for the people outside, bringing him to his current situation.

One of your friends caresses his hair and looks at him with pure concern. "Y/n... Are you really ok? We wanted to sue that scumbag who hit you with his car, but he also got lapsed into a coma and we weren't sure if you wanted us to... "

Scumbag? Oh! They're talking about him.

"No need to do that, pretty! I'm sure he's a decent man with pure heart and killer looks— besides, accidents happen, right?"

"Oh? Sure... Apparently he's waken up too by the way! You might not wanna sue him but we can go to his room and kick that careless ass of his! Why don't you wanna sue him anyway? These careless people piss me off— he nearly took your life!"

Dazai feels a tiny bit guilty. All he wanted to do was to mess with Kunikida, and what better way than stealing the key of his new car? Although he was caught in the act and had to turn on the engine in order to run away from a shouting, raged Kunikida, forgetting the fact that he doesn't know how to drive a car. He eventually lost control of the car and all he thought of doing was to pull up the car, to avoid crashing into anything.And of all people, you had to run in the middle of the road.

All Dazai saw before his head hit the windscreen was you, collapsing on the ground, your head getting struck against the street corner.

"No need... Actually, if his colleague— or whatever, comes here, shoo him away somehow. Tell him that he's one hundred percent forgiven but I don't want to see them ever again, ok? Especially if the guy's name was Kunikida"

Right. For now, all he should do is relax, enjoy himself and avoid everyone until things get calmer.

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