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"I step outside and the chilly air tightens the skin on my bare arms. Summer has ended all too quickly, and some of the leaves on the trees have already started to burn with the colors of fall. Fall colors... so bright and intense and beautiful. It's like nature is trying to fill you up with color, to saturate you so you can stockpile it before winter turns everything muted and dreary."
.:: Siobhan Vivian ::.
We hope that the lovely Autumn colors will bring warmth to your minds and souls.
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For Macro Mondays - Paper Art
With the kids home schooling we have been doing some baking. Cup Cakes and Chocolate Crackles have been favourites.
With all that is going on today with the tightening of our restrictions/having to get an authorised worker permit so I can move about as needed, the only thing I could come up with were these patti pans waiting for the next baking session.
Happy Macro Monday!
Sailing boat, Marina Cannes, French Riviera, France.
A boat is a sailboat (pieces of fabric), propelled by the wind. Historically, the boat was the first conveyance medium and long distance. Sailboats carrying goods, passengers, mail. They were used for fishing at sea, military and naval battles.
From the Industrial Revolution of the nineteenth century sailing propulsion gradually disappears for utility transport replaced by steamships and motor boats. Today, utility transport and fishing boats remain only in the less industrially developed countries.
The yachts are used for recreational purposes: competitive sailing and boating.
My cocoon tightens, colors tease,
I'm feeling for the air;
A dim capacity for wings
Degrades the dress I wear.
A power of butterfly must be
The aptitude to fly,
Meadows of majesty concedes
And easy sweeps of sky.
So I must baffle at the hint
And cipher at the sign,
And make much blunder, if at last
I take the clew divine.
~ Emily Dickinson ~
She leaned agaisnt his shoulder and felt his arm around her back tighten slightly pulling her closer that made her snuggle agaisnt him through their walk along the forest.
Silence was comfortable and they each probably had their own mind debates about certain things. Her head tilted to look up at him curiously, wondering what he was thinking about. He caught her looking at him and reached a hand to pinch her nose that made her scrunch it while rolling her eyes yet she was smiling slightly. He always enjoyed teasing her.
Their walk ended towards a clearing in the forest, shielded by tall trees and surrounded by dandelions. She caught some that escaped through the wind and blew it towards him before they settled into a bench for a little rest before it was time to return back home.
P.S. Happiest Birthday to my Forever. You leveled up! Thank you for being patient with me, putting up with my constant mood shifts and most of all never giving up on us. On your special day, I hope and wish that you will have a fulfilling year and accomplish everything you ever dreamed of. I will always be by your side to support you and cheer you on! I love you, always!
Winter tightens its grip as ice builds in the river. Haven't been around lately, hope to visit soon. Thanks for looking.
When Judy tightened her eyes just ever slightly.
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The set about meeting the Judy the first time is on Nexus:
This was taken after a scramble up the cliffs with tripod to get a better viewpoint for this sweeping strata. Tighten up is a thought to myself , to not tighten up, when balanced on a tiny ledge, with the camera and tripod within an inch of falling 40 feet . Tighten up is by The Untouchables, and is a great reggae track
Exit the afternoon to give time to rain. All tightened step, either to leave or to seek shelter. At that time, I saw a cloud that the sun's rays glowed its top. I ran, not to protect me, but to perpetuate that unique moment, not caring if it was attacked by drops of water released from the sky. So me and the training aircraft of the Air Force Academy, we were eyewitnesses of this fantastic moment.-/-/-/Saia a tarde para dar vez à chuva. Todos apertavam o passo, seja para ir embora ou para procurar abrigo. Nessa hora, vi uma nuvem em que os raios de sol incandesciam seu topo. Corri, não para me proteger, mas para eternizar aquele momento ímpar, sem me importar se seria atacado pelas gotas de água lançadas do céu. Assim, eu e os aviões de treinamento da Academia da Força Aérea, fomos testemunhas oculares desse fantástico momento.
So now Storm Dennis is pretty much tightening its grip over the UK most of us (bar a small bonkers minority) are indoors, possibly pretending to be in the Caribbean, listening to 80s music and drinking Pina Colada.
Having said that I would love to try some stormy photography but last weekend I was ill and this weekends storm has come with lashings of rain which is just a bit too much. Perhaps I'll venture out tomorrow.
And talking of 80s music, nothing like this track from the gorgeous long hot summer of 1983 to make it feel like summer. And it is kind of related to photography.
As winter tightens its grip, much of the natural world takes a well deserved rest. But that doesn’t mean your walks will be devoid of life. In fact, there’s plenty to marvel at during Febuary..
::: Ckey Poses - Beyond words :::
Location ° At The Black club °
무릎이 바닥에 쓸린 체 (as my knees scrape the ground)
나답지 않은 말을 뱉어 (I speak words that aren’t like me)
Move me around as you please
With no second thought
Every time I try to walk away
You tighten your grip, make me stay
Every time I try to find myself
You feed delusions to my head
Oh, it's choking me
You got me on a leash
You’re just keeping me close
But never let me in
Oh, it's choking me
You got me on a leash
You’re just keeping me close
But never let me in
Cut it out, baby let me be
You know I cannot breath
Cut it out, won’t you set me free
I got nothing left in me
아픈 내 시간틈을 (between the gaps of my painful times)
알맞게 파고들어 (you dig in perfectly)
내가 듣고 싶어 하는 말들을 떠먹여서 (feeding me the words I wanted to hear)
사랑 같은걸 난 시작할 줄 알았어 (I thought I might start something like love)
그런 기대 따윈 오래가진 않았지만 (though that kind of hope didn’t last too long)
내 속을 뒤틀리는 노련함 (adeptness that twists my insides)
그걸 알고 쥐고 흔드는 너의 감각 (you know it well, you grip and shake)
천성인 걸까 아님 경험인 걸까 (Is it nature, or simply experience?)
Most of us that wear glasses have to tighten up the loosening screws at times and when you can’t find the mini screwdriver that you bought especially for that job, have to rely on the point of a sharp knives!
So three tools in this task! The knife, a tool usually for cutting or slicing. The mini screwdriver, a tool for tightening or loosening screws and finally, spectacles, a tool to aid or correct vision, as defined in the dictionary!
A few yard trimmers work the east bowl at the Belt Railway of Chicago's Clearing Yard, while a hump set works a cut in the far background.
Unfortunately, the weather was garbage for much of this trip, but it was still fun to visit a bunch of the vaunted Chicagoland hot spots.
I arch across the ravenous red leather, spine bowed like a drawn violin, every breath tightening the satin along my hips until the room itself forgets how to exhale. The Cognitive Sabotage dress by small. does not merely follow the body — it studies it, anticipates it, then betrays it in the most delicious way. Its silhouette pours like liquid desire, clinging where restraint fails and releasing where temptation must breathe. A thigh revealed not by accident but by design; a neckline sculpted to frame the pulse at my throat as if it were part of the garment’s architecture. I do not wear it — I surrender to it.
The cut is a study in controlled surrender. From the front, a vision of molten elegance; from the side, a dangerous confession. Each movement sends subtle ripples through the fabric, the hem whispering against my skin like a secret meant only for those brave enough to come closer. Erotic not through excess, but through precision — the way a single exposed curve can eclipse an entire room.
Its PBR technology HUD is nothing short of alchemy. Satin blooms into an endless spectrum of color — crimson that smolders, obsidian that devours light, champagne that glows like skin warmed by candlefire. Transparencies graduate with surgical delicacy, dissolving modesty layer by layer until suggestion becomes more powerful than revelation. And when restraint loses the battle entirely, floral lacework emerges — intricate, luminous, shimmering with adjustable shine effects that catch the light like dew on forbidden petals. It is not customization; it is mood made tangible.
The name Cognitive Sabotage is no accident. In psychology, it describes the quiet betrayal of one’s own rational mind — the moment desire overrides judgment, when logic dissolves beneath impulse. This dress embodies that fracture. It interrupts thought, redirects attention, dismantles composure. Conversations falter. Eyes linger too long. Someone forgets what they were saying. Sabotage, indeed — but exquisitely so.
Rigged for Larax, PetiteX, Legacy, Perky, Bombshell, Reborn, Reborn Squish, Petiote, Waifu, and Numa bodies, it becomes less a garment and more a second skin tailored to the architecture of every siren who dares to wear it.
Historically, this lineage traces back to the bias-cut seductions of the 1930s — the scandalous liquid gowns of Madeleine Vionnet, the cinematic sirens of old Hollywood who understood that elegance and danger were never mutually exclusive. Jean Harlow reclining in silk. Rita Hayworth stepping from shadow into flame. Women who weaponized softness, who knew that allure is most potent when it appears effortless.
Here on this red leather throne of appetite, I feel their legacy humming through every seam. I am not simply dressed — I am remembered.
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As Yves Saint Laurent once said, “Fashion fades, style is eternal.”
And tonight, stretched across this scarlet horizon, I intend to be unforgettable.
The cycle of life ends for the leaves and for one tree reminding us that the bible promises beauty after death and that we all need to increasingly exhibit beauty to others as we age.
Lake Lowndes State Park, Mississippi - Darkened exposure compensation in PSE8 to bring out the color.
Tighten up is by the Untouchables. It's a bit of a murky dank day and rain is forecast this afternoon, but the High browns were out in good numbers yesterday so I need to Tighten Up and go and see if they're flying on a wet day.
FALLON LINGERIE x LA ROSA TATTOO
A SWANK WINTER WONDERLAND EXCLUSIVE
There is a moment… just before desire fractures into need… when a man forgets himself. When his breath tightens, his pupils widen, and all logic dissolves into a single, exquisite thought:
"I want to take her."
Tonight, I choose to live in that moment.
As I slip into the Fallon Lingerie by VV Paris, I feel the air change around me—an invisible current of hunger threading through the room. This lace, sourced from the legendary ateliers of Calais, drapes over my body like a whispered sin. It follows every curve, charts every hollow, and frames me in a way no modest garment ever dares.
Women throughout history understood this power.
Marlene Dietrich… Ava Gardner… Sophia Loren… the original temptresses who knew that sheer lace and exposed skin could unmake a man long before a single kiss was given. They weaponized femininity, dissolving kingdoms with garter straps and reshaping empires with a sultry glance.
And now, with Fallon gripping my waist and slipping between the arch of my back and the swell of my hips, I step into their lineage—reborn, refined, and ready to ruin a man’s resolve with one slow, hungry look.
But tonight I am more than lace. I am art… carved into skin.
The La Rosa Full Body Tattoo Set by Venus Tattoos blooms across me like an erotic fresco—roses curling over my thighs, petals and ink trailing up my ribs, a garden of temptation pressed against every breath I take. These tattoos are not merely decoration—they are invitation, declaration, and seduction intertwined.
A man seeing me like this… his will doesn’t stand a chance.
To sharpen the intoxication, I paint my lips with the Jumo Joana Lips—six glossy HD shades for Lelutka EvoX that make my mouth look delicious, kiss-swollen, and undeniably made for sin. Then I crown my gaze with the Jumo Elven Crystal Eyeshadows—20 jewel-bright colors, each turning my eyes into shimmering traps no man escapes.
Together, the lingerie, the tattoos, the lips, the crystals…
They blend into something dangerously close to fantasy—an alchemy of lust and elegance that awakens every dormant desire in the male body.
I am the curve he wants to grip… the mouth he wants to taste… the temptation he wants to claim slowly, deeply, completely.
And he knows it.
PACKAGE DETAILS
Fallon Lingerie by VV Paris
• BOM Layers
• Lace from Calais
• Appliers for Maitreya, GEN.X, and Omega
• 22 lace textures ranging from soft neutrals to raven-dark seductions
• Delicate front plunge, sculpted lace hips, and strappy back for maximum visual torment
Jumo Joana Lips (Lelutka EvoX)
• 6 high-definition glossy shades
• Sculpted shine and depth that make lips appear fuller, wetter, and irresistibly kissable
Jumo Elven Crystals Eyeshadows (Lelutka EvoX)
• 20 shimmering gemstone tones
• Resizable mesh
• Ultra-luminous crystal effect that transforms the eyes into seductive weapons
Venus Tattoos – La Rosa Full Body Set
• BOM, Unisex
• Full Body, Arms, Legs, Chest, Back, Upper & Lower combined options
• Fresh, Faded, Aged, and Old tattoo styles
• Color, No-White, Black, White, and Black-Tint versions
• 163 tattoo layers in the fatpack
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Come find me there… if you dare test how much desire a man can withstand.
And as one iconic pornstar once whispered with a wicked smile:
"If you’re going to crave me… crave me with everything you’ve got."
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My neighbour grows this lovely vine... it is now absolutely delightful.
I brought some leaves into the studio and made a composition.
First thing you see of course are the colours in this grapevine leaf... but then the eye gets drawn in to the 'twine'...
I love the 'simple complexity' of this structure.
It reminds me so much of LIFE.
A great metaphor for it?
All through our lives, from birth we are surrounded, we form bonds, friendships, partnerships; some last… some don’t...
I like to think of myself as very individualistic, but have wisely decided that we all need each other.
We are NOT meant to be solitaire!
I also see this image as a symbol of how, in a good relationship, you as a person, together with your partner, your lives become 'intertwined' and therefore so much stronger...
Soul-mates will feel themselves bonded together for a lifetime.
Having no permanent links, the denizen of our liquid modern society must tie whatever bonds they can to engage with others, using their wits, skill and dedication. But none of these links are guaranteed to last.
Moreover, they must be tied loosely so that they can be untied again, quickly and as effortlessly as possible, when circumstances change - as they surely will, over and over again.
The frailty of human links, the feeling of insecurity that frailty inspires, and the conflicting desires to tighten the bonds yet keep them loose, all make us more vulnerable.
Some of us are ‘loners’ either through choice or circumstances, but I don’t think that we were ever meant to be by ourselves, that we ‘operate’ better in a social context if we are not without any links.
When you have found the right person to form your ‘permanent’ link with, HOLD TIGHT, because it means STRENGTH!
Wishing you a wonderful day and as always, thank you for visiting, Magda, (*_*)
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When the Shoulder Tightens: How Modern-World Stress Mimics Parasitic Grip on Muscle
Introduction: The Feeling of Being “Occupied”
In clinical practice, patients often describe severe shoulder tension with strikingly visceral metaphors:
“It feels like something is burrowing under the muscle,”
“like a creature is clenching my shoulder blade,”
“like something is twisting the fibres from inside.”
While no known human parasite is capable of physically “contorting” shoulder muscles in this manner, the sensory illusion of invasive movement or twisting is surprisingly common in people under chronic stress. Modern neurophysiology shows that intense psychological strain can create sensations so vivid that patients liken them to parasitic occupation.
This article explores why shoulder muscles react so dramatically to stress, what real parasites do (and don’t do), and why the metaphor of “muscular parasitism” may be more accurate—psychologically and physiologically—than it first appears.
1. The Shoulder as a Stress Hotspot
The Anatomical Perfect Storm
The shoulder girdle—anchored by the trapezius, levator scapulae, rhomboids, supraspinatus, infraspinatus, and the rotator cuff complex—is uniquely vulnerable to stress:
Large muscle groups with high postural load
Dense networks of sensory nerves
Stillness during digital tasks (typing, texting) causes static tension
Emotional stress triggers reflex elevation and tightening
When the sympathetic nervous system activates (“fight-or-flight”), the shoulder girdle contracts instinctively to protect the neck—an evolutionary remnant. Repeated activation creates chronic spasm, knotting, and sometimes fasciculations (tiny involuntary twitches), which can feel eerily alive.
2. The “Parasitic” Sensation: A Neurobiological Explanation
Muscle Twisting, Crawling, and “Internal Motion”
Stress-induced phenomena that mimic parasitic movement include:
a. Myofascial Trigger Points
Hypercontracted fibres generate:
Deep, twisting pressure
Referred pain down the arm or into the skull
Local twitch response that can feel like movement under the skin
b. Fasciculations (Muscle Twitches)
Triggered by:
Prolonged muscle tension
Magnesium deficiency
Overuse
Sleep deprivation
Patients often describe them as tiny organisms squirming beneath the surface.
c. Stress-Amplified Somatosensory Perception
Chronic anxiety heightens interoception—the brain’s tracking of internal signals. Mundane sensations become:
Exaggerated
Mistranslated
Sometimes interpreted as invasive or foreign
This explains why stress can produce a quasi-parasitic bodily narrative without any actual infection.
3. Real Parasites That Affect Muscle—What Science Actually Knows
No known parasite selectively “contorts” shoulder muscles due to psychological stress. However, several real organisms can inhabit muscle tissue, causing pain, spasm, or structural damage:
a. Trichinella spiralis
Transmitted via undercooked meat
Larvae embed in skeletal muscle
Causes inflammation, fever, and severe myalgia
Does not create twisting or crawling sensations
b. Toxoplasma gondii (less commonly muscular)
Can form cysts in muscle tissue
Usually asymptomatic
c. Cysticercosis (tapeworm larvae)
Can lodge in muscle and create palpable nodules
Rare in shoulders; usually painless
These conditions are not triggered by stress, nor do they cause the contortions or movements that patients metaphorically describe.
4. Why Modern Stress Feels “Parasitic”
The metaphor is intriguing because stress behaves—physiologically—like something that feeds on the body:
a. Energy Drain
Chronic cortisol elevation breaks down muscle protein and impairs repair.
b. Neural Hijacking
The sympathetic system overrides voluntary relaxation; the body feels acted upon.
c. Patterned Tension
Shoulder muscles become “programmed” into contraction, operating outside conscious control.
To many patients, this loss of agency—the sense that something else is steering the muscle—feels parasitic, even though the cause is internal and psychological.
5. Treatment: Breaking the Cycle
Physical interventions
Myofascial release therapy
Targeted rotator cuff strengthening
Scapular mobility exercises
Heat therapy to reduce sympathetic tone
Neurological and psychological
Diaphragmatic breathing to downshift autonomic activity
Mind-body therapies (ACT, mindfulness-based stress reduction)
Cognitive reframing for somatic misinterpretation
Sleep restoration
Lifestyle modifications
Ergonomic workstation adjustments
Frequent microbreaks during digital work
Reduction in stimulant intake (caffeine, energy drinks)
Conclusion: A Real Condition Wearing a Metaphorical Mask
Shoulder muscles cannot literally be “contorted by parasites due to stresses in the modern world.” But the modern human experience—screens, overload, vigilance, pressure—creates a somatic landscape where stress behaves as invasively as any parasite, commandeering muscle fibers, stealing energy, and producing sensations so bizarre that many people describe them with biological imagery.
Understanding this phenomenon through a medical lens doesn’t diminish the metaphor—it makes it more profound. Stress doesn’t need to be a living organism to feel like one.
DISCLAIMER: By the way, the picture is of sand patterns on a Highland beach. The description is some non-medical concoction created by ChatGPT
A selection of wrenches. From top to bottom:
1. Adjustable wrench (sometimes called a Crescent wrench, the brand shown here).
2. Hex (or Allen, another brand name) wrench.
3. Self-adjusting pliers.
4. Combination wrench, with open and box ends.
5. An older ratcheting box wrench. A much-improved and slimmed-down head design is incorporated into combination wrenches with ratcheting heads.
6. Socket handle with a crow's-foot attachment.
7. A pipe wrench.