#bloom into you lb

[guideaus]

AAAAAAA

[barbiecarlo]

also a solid chuck of the hate bloom recieved boiled down to antisemitism and i wish the red sox and fenway sports group had made an actual effort to condemn that

[mayoiayasep]

love it when girls get so caught up in the ideal of being perfect that they have to be dragged kicking and screaming into actually being honest with people

[irodori-lyrical]

i lied i take it back this rejection is the new best one ever

[swallowtail-ageha]

Man i respect TA's effort he puts in his videos but the theory that people are born from the branches of the erdtree just aint it

[parola-di-winx]

faragonda WHY are you being weird

[bylertruther]

soooo... guess who stayed up until 5 am to finish reading a fic 🤡

[vilsoo]

riling miguel up by torturing and teasing him daily, leaving him frustrated and almost humiliated when you nearly gave him a boner in public. your bratty behavior and attitude the past few weeks pissed him the fuck off. he knew just what you were trying to do to him. but god, he would literally be deranged to even resist you, which is why he needs to remind you who you belong to and put you in your place. even though he knows you secretly like being treated this way, he’ll push your limits just like you pushed his until you’re a brainless, ruined mess for him.

“i heard you got into an argument with the neighbors again,” miguel chided, his frustration starting to increase when he noticed the smug look you gave him like this was a joke. “wipe that fucking smirk off your face. i don’t wanna hear that same bullshit excuse about their toddlers being loud again.”

“then what are you gonna do about it, huh?” you provoked with a mocking tone it made miguel clench his jaw. “you gonna punish me?”

five minutes later and your head was hanging off the edge of the couch, your mouth stuffed with miguel’s cock relentlessly fucking into your throat. your legs were pushed all the way back that your ankles were near your head. with miguel manhandling you to this position, you couldn’t stop moaning and mewling on his cock when you feel his fingers fucking into your swollen, wet cunt.

“i’ll show you, you fucking brat. you need to learn how to use your fucking mouth properly!” he grunted, shoving his cock so far down your throat and leaving it in for you to choke on.

then another five minutes pass. your hips were draped over the arm of the couch, face buried into the cushions that you drooled all over, and your ass kept stinging from the harsh spanks and grips miguel gave as he fucked you so viciously that your feet lifted off the ground, hitting right into your g-spot. shameless moans were muffled as miguel kept pounding into you, his thrusts so rough that the 350 lb couch moved inch by inch on the floor it was now out of place. you just laid there and took it, letting him pull your hips back and forth on his cock as if you were a free use fucktoy. you could hear his animalistic groans and growls filling your ears from how fucking good you felt and how obedient you were taking him like this. that ecstatic feeling blooming like knots in your stomach and your pussy throbbing on his cock were enough to tell your sixth orgasm was nearing. and miguel enjoyed every filthy second of it; letting you cum over and over, again and again, overstimulating you until you were a sloppy, brainless little whore that needs to be reminded of their place.

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[uncharismatic-fauna]

Common Acorn Barnacles on Call

Semibalanus balanoides, more commonly known as the common acorn barnacle or the northern acorn barnacle, is a widespread species of barnacle found all along the Pacific and Atlantic coasts of North America and the intertidal zone of Europe-- though it is notably absent from the Bay of Biscay. Its range is limited by the temperature of the water in which it breeds; in the winter, they require water as cold as 7.2 °C (45.0 °F), but throughout the rest of the year they can tolerate much warmer climates.

Like many barnacle species, S. balanoides is hermaphroditic, meaning it has both male and female reproductive organs. Once the water reaches the optimal temperature, typically in November or December, the barnacles begin to breed. An individual will reach out with a penis that can be up to 7.5 centimetres (3.0 in), and inseminate a nearby barnacle; this process may be repeated up to eight times between a single pair. After insemination, the penis disintegrates to be regrown the following year.

In the meantime, the fertilized barnacle will produce up to 10,000 eggs that are stored in a special sac within the shell cavity. The common acorn barnacle releases its eggs between February and April, in concert with warming waters and the spring algal bloom. The eggs then hatch into miniscule larvae, which spend several weeks feeding on plankton in the water column and going through a series of molts. Following the sixth molt, the larvae stops feeding and seeks out a suitable place on which to anchor itself. Once it has found a surface, the larval barnacle 'crawls' along the surface until it encounters one of its own species. At this point, they will attach themselves with a cement-like glue which is capable of supporting up to 3,200 kg (7,000 lbs) Here, a single northern acorn barnacle may live anywhere from one to seven years.

Adult S. balanoides are identified by the white, six-sided limestone casing with which they protect themselves. However, one unique feature of this species is the way in which they attach themselves to their chosen surfaces; unlike other barnacles, which have a hard calcified shell base, the northern acorn barnacle has a membranous base. Within their shells, they have rather soft bodies, including a set of feathered appendages called cirri with which they use to breathe and collect food.

The common acorn barnacle is a filter feeder, consuming microscopic plankton and bits of detritus from the water column. Though their hard shells deter most predators, adults are vulnerable to other predatory invertebrates like dogwelks, nudibranches, and sea stars, as well as fish like the shanny that are specialist feeders of barnacles.

Conservation status: The common acorn barnacle has not been assessed by the IUCN. The species is extremely common and very resilient, and in fact has been in existence since the Jurassic period. However, rising ocean temperatures may negatively affect their breeding period.

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vanilla production facts

it is an orchid

the flower blooms one day per year and must be manually pollinated. pollination causes the base of the flower to swell almost immediately, from there it takes weeks to develop into a seed pod

vanilla costs about $300/lb. this being the pulp of the fruit itself, the extract we are familiar with is dilute. second only to saffron for expense. the price also tends to fluctuate greatly depending on the abundance of any given year's crops

there are three strains of cultivated vanilla. cultivation dates as far back as the totonac people in the 12th century, who live in present day veracruz, on the eastern coast of mexico. the olmecs may have also used wild vanilla in cooking thousands of years earlier

vanilla was cultivated in european botanical gardens but not really used much for 300 years after the colombian invasion of mesoamerica until finally some idiot realized the melipona bee doesn't live there, which may not have even been the correct type of bee (possibly euglossine)

five years later (1841) a 12-year-old slave named edmond albius on the island of reunion figured out how to manually pollinate the flowers, which is an extremely delicate and difficult process. some french botanist claimed to have invented this process, and people believed him for over a century

the aroma doesn't develop until after the seed pod is harvested and processed. it must be sorted, graded, blanched, then alternately sweated and dried for 15-30 days. the blanching halts fermentation, which makes one wonder, what is a fermented vanilla seed pod like?

synthetic vanillin is derived from eugenol, from clove oil, and lignin, from any number of sources. the vast majority of synthetic vanilla is made from wood creosotes which occur as a product of lignin pyrolysis (fire). its major source is, like anything, the petrochemical industry, which requires heat to fractionally distill oil into several byproducts (kerosene, naphtha, gasoline, etc). which is to say, 85% of synthetic vanilla is made from the wood smoke of the oil industry. you might be inclined to ask "doesn't this pollute" which, if you recapture the smoke to sell its particulate creosotes to synthetic vanilla producers, no, i guess not really, or "why don't they use oil to heat the oil" because it is more profitable to sell the oil and burn wood to make it, obviously

it is difficult to tell the difference between natural and synthetic vanilla in baked goods, because the baking process burns off the distinctive notes, most of which differ by growing region (tahitian vanilla is floral, indonesian vanilla is smoky, mexican vanilla is woody or spicy, bourbon vanilla from reunion has an alcoholic richness)

price markup occurs not at the point of farming, but after the point of curing. there is no set price for green vanilla beans, but there is a set price for dried vanilla beans, after they have passed through several middlemen from farmer to broker to curing. after this point, they are marked up several more times before finally making it to grocery store shelves in the form of bottled extract

in 2017 a cyclone destroyed maybe 30-80% of madagascan vanilla crops, where possibly as much as 60-80% of the global supply of vanilla is grown. in the 5 years since then, the price has not recovered, but boy howdy, have the labels gotten more fancy in specifying when it's from madagascar, haven't they?

70% of madagascar lives below the poverty line, despite the island producing the majority of the world's supply of the second most expensive spice

by volume, the number of vanilla beans imported to the united states every year is nearly two for every single member of the population (~640m, for a ~330m population)

anyway stop pouring a whole bottle of it into a cup for a joke what the fuck is wrong with you people i hope to god that ibuprofen potion post was staged with some vaguely brown liquid. also the word vanilla etymologically derives from the latin vagina meaning sheath ok bye

[bugdex2000]

Venusaur (100 HP)

Description: Seed Pokemon. Length: 6'7", Weight: 221 lbs.

Pokemon Power: Energy Trans [As often as you like during your turn (before you attack), you may take 1 [Grass] Energy card attached to 1 of your Pokemon and attach it to a different one. This power can't be used if Venusaur is Asleep, Confused, or Paralyzed.]

Solarbeam: (60 HP)

“This plant blooms when it is absorbing solar energy. It stays on the move to seek sunlight." LV. 67 #3 Illus. Mitsuhiro Arita 15/102

[guideaus]

bloom into you is soo good

[barbiecarlo]

why are you as a gm trading a catcher away from his FAMILY

[ficnoire2]

A Little Legendborn/Bloodmarked Scent Theory

Scent is nostalgic.  It transports us back to a memory, a person, and the feelings that lived in that pocket of time.  When I was a teenager Snoop Dog proclaimed in Lodi Dodi “For all the bitches I might take home, I got the Johnson’s Baby Powder and Cool Water cologne.”  Yes, I have happily dated myself with that reference (all my youngins, do your Googles) but nearly every boy I knew had that scent profile and every time one of them said, “Where my hug at” I would bury my nose in its familiar embrace.  Tracy has been hella intentional with so many of her choices in this amazing series (see a bit more in my “A little LB/BM…” series at the end) and I don’t think the way our favs smell is any different.  Let’s take a dip in the olfactory pool shall we?

Bree Matthews - scent profile Gourmand, Green, Mossy Woods

“Do you want to know?” he asks in a low voice that makes me shiver.  He reaches for my hand, and his fingers are hot against my palm.  “What your magic smells like?”... “Honey wine.  Amber.  Green things growing.  The tiniest hint of copper, like fresh blood.  Something else…”  A deep inhale, and I feel him shudder.  “Power.”

Well now, Selwyn said a mouthful when describing Bree’s scent and every note fits her perfectly.  

Honey Wine - Did y'all know that honey wine is also called Meade?  Arthur went on about someone drinking all of it when Bree popped up in one of his memories.  It is made from honey, yeast, and water and can vary in alcohol content and can be mixed with fruit.  In Celtic cultures, Meade is thought to enhance virility and fertility and has aphrodisiac qualities (had Sel on his ass in the woods).  This wine was said to have been first made in secret by Irish Monks. Its origins, however, are lost in prehistory with the earliest archeological evidence dating back to 7000 BC. It was used in feasts and celebrations across Europe and Asia and still exists today. A scent fit for a King. 

Amber - Warm and exotic, amber which is derived from tree resin and described as “Gold of the Sea” and has been touted as the world’s oldest and most desired treasure.  It is considered beautiful and unique and has special chemical properties that are electrically charged and could ignite when rubbed together (A bit volatile and explosive like our Bree).  Amber is a powerful Chakra cleanser and can absorb negative energy, transferring it into positive. It can be used in meditation for relaxation and can heighten and enhance psychic abilities. 

Green Things Growing - The scent of fresh cut grass, blooming flora, mother earth.  Representing growth, new beginnings, healing, and renewal.  I find it interesting that Sel tapped into this aspect of her scent as taking in her root (after giving him consent) revitalized him.  In a way Bree’s arrival has brought forth new beginnings and growth for everyone she has come into contact with.

Copper, Fresh Blood, Power - Smelling blood (where none is present) can signify a deep connection with ancestral ties.  As we know Bree has seen Vera bathed in blood, and its use has been pivotal to her communing with her ancestors.  It can also serve as a shield or protection.  Erebus has Bloodmarked Bree which alerts him to her danger, in a way protecting her. This scent being part of her profile is telling because it is a symbol of life, sacrifice, and spiritual potency.  These attributes are ever present in Bree.  She after all is their sharpest and strongest blade with a powerful connection to the spirit realm. 

Selwyn Kane - Scent profile Oriental (amber/sweet), woody (smoky), peaty (aged whiskey)

“We are so close I smell whiskey and smoke.  His aether signature, back again.”

Whiskey - Did you know that smelling alcohol has spiritual significance involving evolution, cleansing, and reemergence with renewed clarity?  Smelling alcohol can be a call to purify oneself, to get rid of negativity.  It can signify a period of transition or transformation, a rebirth if you will.  Selwyn Kane has managed to change immensely throughout both books.  He can literally transform by owl shifting.  By the end of Bloodmarked, we see yet another iteration of him as he transitioned more towards his shadow side, his demon nature.  Historical context suggests the scent of alcohol is associated with sacred rituals (Oathing ceremonies) and can be a bridge between the physical and spiritual realms. 

Cinnamon - In the oriental scent family, this scent is exotic and seductive (just like our favorite, angsty, goth).  Some people use cinnamon for protection, prosperity, and healing.  It is said to be anti-viral, anti-biotic, anti-microbial, and antifungal “I don’t get infections.”  Cinnamon has therapeutic properties, it's no wonder Selwyn is able to heal so quickly from injury (bruised ego aside).

Smoke- While a part of Sel’s scent profile, when Bree smells the hint of smoke he gives off, it suggests her closeness to the ancestral plane and the supernatural.  Like Bree, people that smell smoke when there is none can sense the spiritual world.  Selly has an affinity for detecting those pesky Shadowborn that continuously make their way to our world. Its scent is also associated with messages from our ancestors and the divine.

Nick Davis - Scent profile Woody, fresh

“When he catches up, his fresh laundry and cedar scent comes with him.  Of course he smells good.”

Fresh Laundry-Nick’s scent has been described as a bit boring, but I tend to disagree.  Tracy has been extremely intentional with her choices in this series and I don’t think Nick’s scent is any different.  Fresh laundry makes you want to bury your face in it.  After a long day and a nice shower, it feels like home to snuggle into freshly laundered sheets (Is it just me?).  It is comforting to snuggle up in your favorite blanket that smells of your favorite detergent.  It is soothing and in a sense freshly laundered linens are a clean slate.  If that isn’t Nick, I don’t know what is.  He is deeply comforting to Bree and is a soft place to land for her.  Whenever she is in his room, she is smelling his clothes, sheets, she is able to find respite with him.  He is a change of pace in all the chaos happening in her life.  Not only does he serve as comfort for her, but for Sel as well (hello Bloodwalk).  Plus, tell me you haven’t taken clothes out of the dryer and took a big ol’ whiff.

Cedar- I love the smell of cedar.  Symbolically it represents protection, wisdom, strength, and spiritual grounding (come on Nicky!).  In some cultures Cedar trees are considered sacred and are known for their healing relationship with humankind.  The scent of cedar clears the mind, opening it to past memories. Cedar trees in particular are said to store energy, only releasing it when important healing needs to occur.  We know Nick has a lot of inner rage (Max fucked around and found out), but he is also optimistic and seeking correction of the wrongs his father and The Order have imposed on the Legendborn.  I don’t know about you, but I’d bathe my clothes in this for sure.

Scent is such a powerful medium. What do you think of our faves’ scents?  I find it interesting that the spiciest characters (looking at you Bree and Selwyn) are in the oriental/woody scent family and our more level headed bunch is in the fresh scent family. 

In part two, we’ll take a look at Valec, William, and Incense Daddy himself, Erebus. 

Color Theory

Symbolism

[irodori-lyrical]

AKARI N THE BLACK HAIRED GIRL GOING “aw man” WHEN YUU SAID HER COOL SENPAI WASNT A GUY…… DO THEY KNOW WHAT GENRE THEYRE IN RN

[monpetitchattriste]

I am so excited to share my story for @mlbigbang, that has been stuck in my brain since May. Chapter 1 will be out on Jan 7th! I would like to give thanks to my amazing friend and beta @burntwaffle12 who had to listen to me rant about this story for way too long and my amazing artist @piratesandpizza !

A secret I keep tucked inside my chest

Preview:

Chat had found them a secluded place in the park to hide. The bench, tucked away in a forgotten nook, offered a sanctuary from the world, hidden behind a veil of blooming lilacs and whispering willows. He rested his head in Ladybug's lap. Her fingers wove through his hair, skillfully twisting the strands into delicate braids, each movement a soft brush against his scalp. "Have you thought of names?" he inquired softly. "I have thought of a few. But I was thinking that maybe you should name her." "What, really?" "Hahaha, just as long as it isn't some lame cat pun." There was no hesitation when it came to what he wanted to name his daughter. "Emmeline. In honor of my mother. We can call her Emma for short." He turned his head just enough to kiss her stomach. "It's beautiful," she murmured, leaning down to kiss him. As she pulled back, her smile faltered ever so slightly, an unspoken thought flickering in her eyes, Chat barely even noticed it. “I was also thinking that we should paint her room yellow and pink.” Her movements paused for a second before they resumed. “Maybe we can paint little flowers on the wall. Unless you had an idea?”  Her fingers stilled mid-twirl, the braided strands of his hair unraveling and softly brushing against his cheek. “LB? Is everything okay?” He moved to sit up. She shifted her gaze, her eyes tracing the pattern of leaves above them, avoiding his questioning look. She hesitated, biting her lip. “Yeah, everything's fine. It's just...” She glanced away, her voice a half-hearted attempt at nonchalance. “I promised my friend I'd help her with her English paper. I really should get going.” Chat felt a twinge of suspicion. “You’re lying.” She always left when he mentioned something about them living together. At first, he thought it was just pure coincidence, but now he realized that she was avoiding the conversation. Her shoulders slumped, and she let out a sigh in defeat. “I just don’t want you to get your hopes up.” “Why would I be getting my hopes up?” He could feel the beating of his heart threatening to burst through his armor. The feeling of dread was settling into the pit of his stomach, gnawing at it. “Chat...” Her fingers intertwined with his, a gentle but firm grasp that pulled his gaze to meet hers, leaving no room for avoidance. “We won’t be living together. Our daughter is going to stay with me.” He noticed the hesitation in her voice, the way her eyes didn't quite meet his. This wasn't like her; Ladybug was always direct, even when it hurt. He blinked, the world around him blurring as her words hung in the air, elusive and disorienting like a fog he couldn’t penetrate. Each syllable echoed in his ears, unreal and distant. “So are we going to be switching off weeks then?” She hesitated for a moment. “No.”