#Interaction with Nature

[jiejing-lifechanyuan]

Embracing Nature and Celebrations: A Harmonious Summer in Lifechanyuan Communities

From early May to midsummer, the Canada Headquarters of Lifechanyuan experienced its most beautiful season, with abundant rain and warm sunshine nurturing lush greenery and clear skies. Meanwhile, in the Thailand Second Home Community, on July 10th, we celebrated the Abbot's birthday with a festive celebration, sharing in singing, dancing, and cooking special offerings. Despite the rainy season, our vegetable gardens thrived, and we repaired the chicken coop, welcoming a new kitten into our harmonious community. On July 20th, during the Buddhist Three Treasures Festival, we visited the temple, brought garden offerings, and enjoyed a joyful outing to Hompanding Farm, filled with laughter and interaction with nature. Our daily lives are filled with beauty, love, and gratitude.

Please see more pictures and information from: https://lifechanyuanvalues.wordpress.com/2024/07/23/the-recent-daily-life-in-canada-branch-and-thailand-branch/

If you are interested in Lifechanyuan and our community, please feel free to contact us, thanks!

[bunnieswithknives]

As much as I love angst I think it would be funny if he just didnt give af

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Who is this sassy lost child?

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[damnimightbedead]

Oh Krusie, you’ll always be canon in my heart.

Me when Krusie: 😍😍😍😍😘😘😍😘🥰❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰😘😍😍😍💗💗💗

tbh i still think krusie’s got a chance. even if they aren’t explicitly romantic they’re defo going to have some sort of deep soulmate connection to borderline homoerotic undertones no matter which way their dynamic goes (especially when susie finds out everything going on with kris and the soul and has an inevitable crash out).

or i’ll just effing end myself if they stop being friends by the end of chapter 7.

either way, their relationship is so peak that i’m happy with them being either platonic or romantic.

Also heres the speedpaint

[ajastu]

sibling bonding ritual 👍

Leandra's ghost disapproves

[shannnnnanigans]

Ig has the links: shann_nnanigans2.0

[acorntrees]

🌱 ; made a boat for my calicos to sail down the creek !! ദ്ദി(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

[tinyowlet]

[acornarchived]

[choccy-milky]

seb and clora working on baby #1 👶 🔞🔞!! NSFW !!🔞🔞

[poipiku]

[twitter]

[mobius-m-mobius]

Lokius + touch in season 2 / (season 1)

[alittleplaytime]

Disabled National Park Boyre Stimboard!!

🌲 🧭 🐛 | 🌲 🧭 🐛 | 🌲 🧭 🐛

🌼 media: none!

🐝 age appropriate? -

🍯 rqd by: anon! <3

🌻 note: i love, love, loveeeee outdoorsy stimboards and aesthetics so i always get super giddy and excited to make them!! i honestly also feel very attached to this board because it's very me - you have great ideas anon <3 this isn't too boyre coded honestly but it felt good either way and i hope you agree! :3

[br1ghtestlight]

mark katz being an attorney irl is still so horrifying to me btw Like imagine ur sitting in court already having maybe one of the worst days of your life. and then out walks mephone4

[lightgamble]

DAREDEVIL: BORN AGAIN | 1.01, 1.02 & 1.03

I'm not him anymore. And, I won't let myself be.

[ryllen]

sHUT uP GuYS THEy AR e SO CUTEEee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[dipperscavern]

Could I request something with Remmick and a modern time reader who’s his friend yet she’s also afraid of him? he’s doing his best to court them nonetheless because he’s in love with them? Like each time he’s simply staring at reader lovingly she gets the wrong idea and thinks he’s about to bite her?😭something kind of fluffy maybe even a lil angsty. Your writing is so good!!

im trying out my hand here with writing rem so be gentle with me !! & thank you for your compliments i hope i did it justice <33 Also made him a bit of a (total) freak in this sorry it just happened i Cant stop it

remmick x fem!reader, but can be gn! if you ignore the whole ‘attagirl’ thing

you must be the sweetest thing this side of the mississippi river he’s ever had the privilege of laying eyes on.

except he's not in mississippi anymore, and sayings like that seem to be dying out. remmicks seen the coming and going of a thousand and one sayings, but that couldn't be the furthest thing from his mind right now.

you.

he almost fears if he ever gets his mouth on you, you'll melt under his tongue, cause you must be made of sugar.

you're kind. gentle, polite. unbelievably accommodating. you, before he told you why, didn't ask why you always needed to let him in. no complaints, no weird looks, just you assuming the best of people, as always, and accommodating to his strange verbal ritual without blinking.

that's one of the things about you he's noticed, and perhaps its part of the reason he's infatuated with you. gorgeous, sweet, kind, patient - all the things he's not. that he may have been but can't be again.

ah, what the hell.

"opposites attract", a saying since its birth he hasn't understood well — but he gets it now. you're all he's not, he's all you can't be.

not without a bite from the devil, anyways.

and that idea, the one of a bite, has been swimming in your mind ever since remmick unveiled the curtain that hides his dark secret.

you didn't run. you thought about it, but you didn't. you're scared, but, somehow, you're still trying. still letting him in. still hanging around the darkness, even when you think it might just swallow you whole. maybe that’s what you want.

that scent of fear that you now carry, it contrasts with the inherent trusting nature of your actions. and god, it makes remmick ache. makes him want to corner you and put his mouth on you and ask, "You scared?"

and when you say "Yes," since you're no liar, he'll reply "Good," and won't even mock you when you grip him closer.

okay, he is a liar - maybe he will. but it's all in good nature, darlin'.

your own good nature is doing it's very best to not think when he looks at you he wants to eat you (not entirely untrue, really), but you can't help it. can't help the small hesitation before saying he can come in, but that's alright. he's trying, too.

he intentionally makes his footsteps heavy so you know where he is, when he's approaching. makes sure to keep his tone light, a sort of airy that's unnatural to him, but it doesn't matter in the slightest when he sees how it helps. and it does.

you're starting to look at him the same way you did before you knew. with dwindling ounces of unsuredness, or falters of your gaze. with that want you think you're doing a good job of hiding.

all in due time.

and right now, you're cooking, for him. making him pasta. offered when he came in — maybe you think that kind of food will help to satiate his other stomach.

it doesn't, not really, but like other things lately, he finds it doesn’t matter in the slightest. whatever makes you feel better, safer.

the steam rises in swirls and seems to dance around you. he studies your frame, something he hasn't felt in a long time stirring in his chest. watches how you move, how you breathe, and isn't ready to think about how he wants to for the rest of his unending life.

he's almost lucky you notice him staring, then, because he may have had no other choice but to consider his realization.

uncertainty coats your gaze, and he knows you're waiting for him to say something. to justify those eyes of his you now can see the unnatural glow of. and he does something he doesn't often find himself willing to. (he almost forgot how to say such a word)

"Sorry. Just lookin'," he says, with the hint of a smirk he's trying to repel. it's not funny, remmick tells himself. but it is.

you, poor, sweet thing who when he was certain you wouldn't run off, was made aware of who he is. what he is, more specifically. he should be— is grateful you still let him in, of course, but it's amusing to a man such as remmick. how your eyes go wide as saucers when you catch him looking (or lingering, really) what he wouldn't give to get inside that pretty head of yours.

you swallow your fear, nodding as if you believe him. maybe you do, or maybe you're a good pretender. it isn't remmicks business. you decide whatever he's doing sitting behind the counter isn't yours either, returning your attention to the stove. "You can look."

a beat passes.

"Attagirl."

your head is stiff when it turns back to him. remmick, naturally, is looking at your fridge - studying (pretending to) the magnets you've placed on it. he also pretends to notice you looking and throws an unsure glance of his own your way.

im hearing things, you must think, because when you turn away again, it's with a light shake of your head. remmick can hear the hard blink of your eyes to try and make yourself snap out of it. it takes every year of his old age to hold in his smirk.

you a wicked man, remmick, some distant part of him says. and another responds with 'sure am. and when the steam escapes from your pot and the smell hits his nostrils, they both go quiet.

"You hungry, Rem?" you call softly.

yes ma'am, but not for that, is what he thinks. "Hungry as all can be." is what comes out.

he's practicing softening his own voice, for you. he seems to be not half bad at it, because even if you don't notice, those unnatural orbs of his pick up at the slight relax of your shoulders. he can almost see the breath you release, and he wants to taste it. but he'll settle for pasta.

for now.