#how to keep bugs out of vegetable garden

[gardenholic]

8 Best Organic Ways to Control Pests in the Home Garden

Pests are a gardener’s worst nightmare. They damage and destroy once healthy plants within a short period, ruining all of your hard work. Many pests are resistant to conventional treatments, which is why learning organic pest prevention methods are essential. Preventing garden pests needs to be the prime focus for all gardeners, regardless of whether you practice organic gardening. We know that…

[skelliko]

Tokyo revengers |°-context: you visit your grandparents at the country side and he willingly taged along

๑-featuring: kazutora, chifuyu, baji

°- Kazutora Hanemiya

• he had to get used to it for a while but afterwards he'd actually kinda enjoyed it

• would stroll around and admire the wide fields bigger than a football stadium in awe, he'd also lean against a tree or something and have a peaceful moment for himself while enjoying the birds chirping

• would give random scary looking spiders the most basic names like Dave and think it's funny (it's actually pretty funny)

• liked sitting by the furnace to put wood in to heat up the house, even if he did burn himself by accidentally touching the hot metal by the sides, he still liked being taught how to use it and be in charge of it

• got distracted for some time by sitting on the grass and watching a snail slowly move it's small body over a large rock, he was there for 7 minutes before he realised what he was doing, and the snail still hasn't gone over the rock since it decided to go in multiple random directions in the same spot- he was tempted in flicking it off with his finger but chose not to

• hated waking up in the morning tho, he was way too tired to keep his eyes open for more than a few seconds

• would he come back? it's not exactly his thing but if he were to pass by the area then he'd happily wonder about a little while

°- chifuyu matsuno

• he'd be enthusiastic about the amount of cows that are on the fields, the second he saw one cow he yelled out "cow! :o" but then when he saw a whole field of em he yelled out again "more cows! :D"

• beautiful sunsets over here and would take multiple photos of the sky

• would crouch down and inspect an odd insect that he's never seen before and think that he discovered an undiscovered bug and give it a whole scientific name that just consists of random phrases conjoined together and is hard to pronounce the second time

• at first he liked being given a job that included a lot of physical work but after a while he grew to dislike it, he still tried to finish it so that your grandparents wouldn't hate him for it - but the naps afterwards were delectable

• got woken up in the middle of the night and just sat there in bed for a while almost mesmerized by how dark it was, like- pitch black

• enjoyed the home grown fruits and vegetables, there was a clear difference between store bought compared to grown in the garden/field - he took a liking to the yellow apple tree most due to how sweet and semi soft the apples are

• would he come back? potentially if he wouldn't be put to do heavy work, he enjoys most of the other stuff tho

°- Baji Keisuke

• would pet the neighbours cats that are wondering about and try and feed them ham or something

�� sits outside somewhere enjoying the breeze and the chirping birds in the distance, usually you wouldn't be able to hear this many birds all at the same time anywhere else other than the country side, not even in a nearby forest

• he'd be pretty chill at staying the night and enjoy looking at the stars since you can't see them clearly in the city

• mosquitos love him for some reason and he hates that he gets bit easily, only thing he hates about being here

• enjoyed chopping the wood with an axe to later use to heat the house up, he was pretty good at it as well but he was only allowed to do it a few times before the axe got taken away cause he nearly hurt himself. got kinda disappointed by that.

• would he come back? definitely, it's not a life style he'd want to commit to but for a short while he'd be chill with it

 ♡--

[neonovember]

Golden Boy

part two to this request

warnings: suggestive content, miscommunication, angst if you are a tortured poet, highschool love, protective!carmen, touch depirved!carmen, mention of death

w/c: 2.8k

a/n: okay, okay, yes i know i said this would be a two part series, but god i have too much to say and it didn’t feel right to cram it into two parts. Also i wanted to add a little smut snippet and of course that required its own chapter??

The ring of the Beef doors resound through the murmur of the kitchen, the lunch time rush had dissolved to a quiet pull, regulars coming in for their pick up orders and the occasional customer seated in one of the back booths.

The soothing quiet the crew had been relishing just moments ago is interrupted by the familiar boom of Richie’s voice and the loud bang of the cartons of produce he’d left on the counter.

“Guess who the fuck I ran into down at the Market” Richie yells, beaming with the kind of smile you’d only have with the worlds biggest secret on your tongue.

The crew gathers at the kitchen station, hands rubbing tired eyes as the work day slugged on.

“What, Richie?” Sydney humours him, throwing the last of the chopped vegetables into a pot to slow cook, wiping her hand on her shoulder towel as she looks up at Richie.

“Our very own Bug” Richie replies, eyes glinting as they watch the white linen shirt of Carmen’s back stop suddenly. 

Carmen pauses, the sound of his knife falling with a clank. It takes a moment for him to turn around and face Richie, partly because he doesn’t want to meet the goofy pull of his features that told him he was playing around and partly because he doesn't want to face that what Richie said might be true. 

But he faces him anyway, because he always will for you.

“What? You saw a bug? Really Richie, you had to come all this way--” Sydney groans out, pressing a finger between her eyebrows, smoothing out the skin that has begun to wrinkle there.

“Shit, sorry, I forgot you guys don’t know her”

“Her? You got a little lady you've been keeping from us Richie?” Tina replies playfully, swatting a towel towards Richie who barely dodges it.

Carmen coughs abruptly at Tina’s comment, in which Richie bites back a grin, before raising an arm up in surrender.

“She’s an old friend of the family, Carmen and her used to be real close in High school. Come to think of it, she was your only friend actually, and was way out of your league” Richie says with a condescending tone, there is a look of thoughtfulness on Richie's face like he's actually thinking about Carmen’s high school experiencing and remembering the clear lack of friends he's had beside you.

The sound of cat calls and oooh’s resounds throughout the kitchen, the crew coddling this small but rare piece of information about Carmen’s past. Carmen wasn’t exactly conversational, whilst he regarded the crew as his flesh and blood that didn’t stop him from keeping a lot of himself and his past hidden. There was always the air of mystery that followed Carmen Berzatto, and it seemed the persona was about to deteriorate as a look of anger flashes across Carmen's face.

“Oh fuck you Cousin, She never even liked you” Carmen replies defensively, before the realisation that you were in town hits him full force.

“How did we not know this, I mean no offence Carm, but you didn’t seem like the type to be..open to friends” Sydney voices, the look of shock not hidden from her voice

“It was different with her, right? I didn't have to- she was- it was just different” Carmen mumbles, the visions of you seem to take over Carmen's mind, like visors, all he can see now is you. The curve of your neck, the smell of Lavender and shea butter from your mothers garden and your lotion. Carmen can almost taste it again, and its reminder has him craving you in a way that was all too dangerous for a man like him.

Especially since you were back in town, maybe not even a block away from him, holy fuck, you were back in town.

“Wait, uh, she’s in town?” Carmen replies, sheepishly, scratching his neck in nervousness that didn't go unnoticed by the crew. 

Carmen? Nervous? About a girl? Oh this was good.

“She came down for work, designing a whole piece of Madison Avenue. Think she’s staying for a little while” Richie replies “You should ask her when she comes tomorrow, you guys still talk..right?’ 

“Yeah uh, ‘course” Carmen mumbles, a feeling of grief washes over him like a wave, and without blinking, without a shudder of a breath you consume him again.

*

The New York winter was brutal, nothing like the December’s in Chicago, and the thought causes a grumble of cold air to leave Carmen’s mouth. Carmen couldn't help comparing everything in New York to the city he ran from, it was a habit akin to a shadow he couldn’t shake off.

Swarms of yellow cabbed taxis and car’s move through the city streets painfully slow, splashing waves of dirty street snow onto the frosted sidewalk. The rush of strangers wrapped in a decade of layers, the protective wool and fleece wrapping their hands and necks, make their way back to their apartment and homes, eager to feel the warmth of fireplaces and heaters and escape the ice cold snap of the unforgiving winds and falling snow. 

Carmen should be making his way home, in fact if he hadn’t stopped abruptly at the scene in front of the open pane window of a shop, he'd had felt the warmth of his century old apartment heater  by now. Walking back would be the right thing to do, it would be the sensible thing, but Carmen wasn’t known for his sensibility and recklessness was all he knew. Especially when it comes to you, always when it comes to you. 

So Carmen has found himself, stood stationary, looking rather strange in the middle of the street as city goers grumble and step around him, looking into the dimly lit art studio cramped between a Chinese takeout shop and a fabric store.

There you were, crouched in a chair, scribbling on a canvas across a wide workbench, papers and pens scattered messily in front of you. You haven't changed one bit, and maybe it had felt like centuries ago for Carmen when in fact it had only been a couple years but it was as if someone had taken a picture of his memories of you and placed it in front of him. 

You were so beautiful, it stole Carmen's breath away, it skipped the rhythmic beat of his heart and caused it to hammer against his chest in that nervous way you’ve always made him feel. Even surrounded by papers and stained coffee mugs and the drag of stress and sleep deprivation weighing on your sunken shoulders you are the most beautiful thing Carmen has ever, and will ever see. 

Were you real? Carmen’s feet are stone, like if he steps through the doors, if he moves even an inch you'll slip between his fingers and disappear from his vision again. He has to see you, he has to apologise and tell you everything that has happened, he has to feel your head resting against his shoulder, he needs to fall back into the gentle rhythm you both shared before it was lost to time again.

But before Carmen can move from his spot on the sidewalk, before he can even catch your gaze, he watches, in horror, as a tall haired man walks over, dressed in a brown knitted sweater and slacks that looked simple in the expensive way, and wraps his arms around you before behind.

His heart shatters completely, and he can't stop himself from watching on, you throw your head back with a laugh, hugging him back with a grin as he whispers into the nook of your neck and it's the twist of the knife in his stomach, tearing the entirety of its contents onto the sidewalk, staining the frosted pavement crimson with his innards. 

And it was like Carmen was 15 again. Seeing one of his classmates ask you to prom before he could even utter those words, watching the way you danced effortlessly in his hands beneath the gleam of the disco ball above. Your date had two left feet, and Carmen wanted to rip him off of you and replace his skittish dance moves. Carmen wanted to give you what you deserved instead of a football jock who couldn’t make you laugh.

That same childlike feeling of anger and jealousy spreads through him, that was sood replaced with anguish. He had lost you, he had waited too goddamn long and had lost you. What the fuck was he doing? How did he think he could just walk through those doors and stumble into your life again, and somehow fall back into the same familiarity of your friendship like nothing had changed? 

Carmen had done stupid things before, but Carmen had felt utterly foolish then. You were mystifying, of course you would be in a relationship, there were probably hundreds of men that threw themselves at you, and it wasn't like you were waiting for him.

The memory of saying goodbye to you was still fresh, he could remember the time when you turned your back to him, and the same way the sun shone through the hallways windows when you turned your neck to meet his gaze for the final time. 

He could remember what he had for breakfast, cereal with not enough milk and an apple, he could remember how he had two different pairs of socks on, one itching him throughout the day, he could remember the feeling of the ingrained drawings of your Geography teacher’s sketchbook, he could remember the way you looked at him when he told you to promise him not to say goodbye. 

He remembered it all like it was the day he died.

That day had been marked into his body and mind, into his subconscious until it was all that consumed him. Wherever he was, he looked for you, he searched and yearned for you in crowds and lines for coffee, in the driver's seat of cars next to him stood stationary at the traffic lights. 

Everytime he closed his eyes all he could see was the way you looked at him like you didn't believe him and it broke something, because it had been true. Carmen had promised to see you again, and he lied, and that late New York evening, it was like Carmen had died a second time.

And just like at 17, Carmen makes peace with watching you on the sidelines, bottling up any feelings he had for you in fear it would ruin everything you both shared. You were his greatest friend, and he couldn't allow himself to be selfish, not when you were you, and he was him. He didn't deserve you, and it didn't matter how hard he yearned for you because you were too good for him.

And it’s that thought that causes him to step away from his spot on the sidewalk, the imprint of his boots marking a spot on the concrete where the fallen snow hadn't touched yet, before it’s soon covered in the white flesh of frost, hiding that he was ever there.

From that moment on, Carmen watches you from afar, the unyielding desire to ensure you were safe at all times consuming him until his protective gaze fell over you like a blanket. He had kept up with your moves, silently cheering you on with each award and recognition you received throughout the years, whilst he himself began to climb the culinary ladder, or knife. He had never let his eyes waver, and then Mickey died and he came running back to Chicago with his things and a broken heart.

“Yeah, you all will meet her tomorrow at the dinner” Richies words cause Carmen to shake himself from his vision, what did he just say?

“You, You did what?” Carmen questions, unable to keep the shrill from his voice as the crew look towards him in confusion.

“Yeah I invited her, it’ll be like a catch up for the fam, she could see all the work I’ve done and see how you haven't changed-”

“Fuck Cousin, you- you should’ve told me before, now i got to make sure everyone has something to eat, and- and i got to add a a second chair” Carmen begins to mumble out, running a hand through his curls stressfully as he began to pace around the kitchen.

“Hey, Carmen relax, we've got room for one more person” Richie chuckles

“Wow, Jeff, just the sound of this girl’s name has got you shitting bricks. I think someones in loveeee” Tina singsongs with a grin, but there was something soft behind her eyes, in fact everyone in the kitchen smiled with a hint of happiness at Carmen's behaviour.

They had thought their Chef was closed off to love, and having felt its strength, each of them in their own ways tried to get Carmen out there, whether it be blind dates or meet cute’s, but it never worked out, and Carmen had always kept that part of life secret from even Richie and Sugar.

It seemed now, that you had been the mysterious woman that had stolen Carmen's heart, and they were giddy with excitement to finally meet the person who had gotten Carmen Berzatto scared shit less.

“Hey Cousin, why don’t you help me unload the rest of the cartons from the truck?” Richie replies, a subtle way of getting Carmen out of the kitchen and into a space that had fewer faces watching his every move.

“Yeah, uh okay” Carmen replies, following Richie to the back of the Bear, resting his back against the brick wall of the alleyway.

There is a silence that stretches between Richie and Carmen at that moment that Richie would usually fill with slanted jokes or rambles. But even Richie knew you were a sensitive topic for Carmen, and he waited patiently for him to approach the topic on both of your minds.

“So, we haven’t spoken in nearly 8 years and she's coming tomorrow to my restaurant” Carmen replies, and Richie nods along.

Carmen shakes his head scoffing, looking up at Richie with a look of fear and embarrassment and elated happiness all in one.

“I don’t know what i’m gonna do Cousin, I- I don’t know what to do with myself with her, fuck what if ruin everything?” 

“Hey, hey easy, I was poking fun at you before but you and her, that was something else entirely that the rest of the Family would never come close to understanding. When you were together, it was like, it was like I could see the anxiety and stress physically leave you, you fucking laughed with her Carm, when you weren’t in the mood to even smile, even after everything you’d see her and it was like nothing else mattered, like no one else mattered.

I mean, the whole family was betting on you both running off and getting eloped, you were both in your own bubble, and did not give a shit about anybody else.” Richie chuckles, resting a hand on Carm’s shoulder to stop him from pacing.

Carmen looks up at him with furrowed eyebrows, pressing his canines into his lips

“What if she doesn't want to speak to me?, Ya know, what if she came for- for you and Sugar and-and she doesn't even want to see me” Carmen rambles, fear taking over any sense

“Are you kidding Carmen? You both hadn’t spoken in nearly a decade and she still said yes to coming to the fucking Beef of all places on a Friday. She wants to see you, Carm, you've just been too stupid to see it, you've always been.” Richie replies, shaking Carmen like he was trying to shake the sense into him.

“You know what you have to do now, right?” Richie says, when you've both rested on one of the stools, lighting a cigarette for warmth against the bite of the cold.

“I’ve got to make tomorrow fucking perfect, thats what I’ve got to do. Which is almost impossible for this goddamn place” Carmen groans out, taking a drag from the wrapped tobacco stick.

Richie lets out a laugh, rubbing his stomach as he leans against the brick layered wall.

“Don’t know about that, they just might for her” Richie replies, before getting off of the stool, dusting his jeans and walking towards the pick up truck.

“Where are you going?” Carmen calls out

“You thought I was kidding about these boxes? Chop chop cousin, we gotta get them in before it fucking rains” Richie yells back, letting out a laugh at Carmens loud groan.

[familyvideostevie]

october fourth

day four: sirius black sirius watches you garden | early relationship, fluff | 1k

Your phone rings when you’ve got one hand in dirt up to your wrist. You manage to pull it from your pocket with your free hand and answer, glancing at the name and smiling when you realize who it is.

“Hi, Sirius,” you chirp.

“Sweetheart,” he says. “Why does it sound like you’re a million miles away?”

The pet names are new. You’ve been together for just over a month now and you love it. He’s tough on the outside, this leather-clad boyfriend of yours, but he’s really a bit of a clown and a very sweet one at that.

“You’re on speaker,” you tell him. “I’m in the garden.”

It’s a lovely fall day, sun high in the sky and not too windy, so you’ve decided it’s the perfect time to sort out the plants for the spring. You’re almost done with your trays of crocuses and you’ve yet to start on the lilies. The garden is small, sure, but you love how colorful it gets once things start to bloom. You’re considering making room for a vegetable patch, too.

“It’s cold!” Sirius sounds offended that you’d be outside when such a thing is true.

“I know,” you say. “But it’s not that bad. And I really do need to get these bulbs in.”

“These…what?” You’ve explained gardening to him maybe a hundred times but his brain is a bit sieve-like. You adore him.

“Flowers, Sirius.”

“Oh,” he says. The phone makes a shuffling sound like he’s moved you to his other shoulder. “I was imagining you planting light bulbs for a second there.”

You hum. Maybe the garden shop will have alliums you can get in at the corner of the raised bed.

“Do you want help?” he asks, bringing you back to the phone call.

You laugh and picture him scowling. “We both know you’re not going to kneel in the dirt with me, Sirius,” you tell him. He huffs. “But you can come keep me company if you like.”

“Oh, so you’ve inviting me to watch? How sexy.”

You pull your hand from the dirt and look down at yourself. “Yeah, real sexy. I’m a bit sweaty and I’ve got dirt under all of my fingernails.”

“Filthy girl,” he coos. “Tell me more.”

You laugh. “I’m going to hang up now.”

“I’ll be there in 15, you green thumb, you.”

You tuck you phone back into your chest pocket and keep at it. Gardening is something you’ve taken up in recent years as an attempt to find a hobby that soothes you. You love working with the ground, love seeing how you can plant things that encourage the birds and the bugs. You love picking flowers for your friends from your own garden.

Sirius finds the whole thing endearing. He’s not really an outdoor boy, though he has no problem getting into whatever sports match he and his friends decide to fool around with at the park or the beach. He likes to take you on dates to movies and down winding roads on his bike to see nice things. He’s a mystery you’re really enjoying unraveling.

You whistle a tune as you work, not paying much mind to the sputtering of the bike you know to be his come down the street. He’ll find you.

“If you told me you were wearing those, I’d have been here much faster.” You turn around and see Sirius stood on your lawn, hands in his pockets, smirking. You’re wearing overalls that are way past due for a wash and frankly make you look like a gnome but he’s always loved them.

“Oh, please,” you say. “You’re just a flirt.”

He walks over to you and stands so that the sun doesn’t shine in your eyes. He’s clad in his usual all black and leather jacket, hair wild around his shoulders from his helmet. “You look…” he starts, chewing on his lip.

“Dirty?”

“Pretty,” he says. He fishes a bandana from his back pocket and crouches to your level, a hand held out for your face. You tilt your chin up for him and he cups it, wiping what must be dirt from your cheek with the cloth before leaning in to kiss you.

“Hello,” he says when he pulls away.

“Hello.” You feel like a flower around him, blooming brighter and bigger than anything else in your garden.

“Tell me what you’re planting?”

“I’ve just finished,” so say, “so good timing. Help me up?” He stands and holds his hands out for you. You wipe them on your overalls as best you can before he hauls you to your feet. He’s been here quite a few times but you give him the tour of your small garden, telling him all the things you’ve got planned. Flowers and herbs and even vegetables, bird houses and a little bench and a tiny scarecrow in a few weeks. You lose yourself a bit as you explain. Something you like about Sirius, something you noticed immedietly, is he’s game to be excited about anything you’re excited about even if it’s not his thing. Flowers aren’t very punk rock but he’s never told you he isn’t interested.

Right now, however, he’s not looking at any of the things you’re pointing at. “Sirius,” you scold. “Appreciate my garden.”

He’s looking at you. “I’m appreciating the most beautiful flower in the garden, love.”

You laugh, tilting your face up to the sun. “That was awful.”

Sirius grins and his eyes crinkle at the corners. “Yeah, it was,” he says. “Not one of my best. Still true, though!”

“Yes, well, let’s see if it’s true come spring,” you say. “The flowers are really going to be quite lovely.” You don’t realize until after you’ve said it that you’ve implied that you’ll still be together come spring. But Sirius seems pleased. He tucks his hand into the gap in your overalls so he can touch the exposed skin of your hip where your top has rucked up.

“Don’t hold your breath,” he says. “I know beauty when I see it.”

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[khaire-traveler]

🌲 Subtle Pan Worship 🌿

Take a walk/hike in nature

Take regular breaks from screens; get some fresh air

Go camping out in nature; focus on the wildlife around you; look at the constellations at night

Learn how to safely forage

Get a candle that reminds you of him (no altar needed)

Keep a picture of him in your wallet

Wear jewelry that reminds you of him

Pick wild flowers; press or dry them

Start a garden; tend to a plant

Decorate your space with vines, leaves, and the like; maybe fairy lights with bugs, flowers, or mushrooms on them

Have imagery of fauns, goats, forests, meadows, pan flutes, sheep, wildflowers, or mountains around

Have a stuffed sheep or goat animal; have a stuffed animal of any forest, meadow, or mountain creatures

When you're anxious or afraid, go to the forest or to nature; spend time outside, and breathe; you will be ok

Learn about local fauna and flora

Collect animal bones from nature (please thank the animal's spirit beforehand); make sure to safely handle them; link to some safety tips when handling fleshy remains

Cook with homegrown herbs or produce

Drink a natural herbal or produce beverage; fruit juice works but has high sugar content, so just be aware in case that's an issue for you

Fall asleep/meditate to the sounds of a forest or general wilderness

Pick up trash in your environment

Support environmental preservation organizations, animal sanctuaries, or animal shelters/rescues

Feed neighborhood dogs, cats, birds, etc.

Volunteer at an animal sanctuary or animal shelter

Go outside of your comfort zone; if you're afraid of doing something, do it scared; it could work out far more beautifully than you ever imagined

Learn how to play panpipes; own panpipes in general

Light a bonfire with friends in the wilderness (SAFELY!!!!); share scary stories, especially those y'all have directly experienced

Plant seeds, especially the fruit of vegetables you've eaten; give it new life

Research coping skills for stress, fear, or anxiety; try some for yourself

Keep a dream journal specifically dedicated to nightmares; try to interpret them; what are they trying to tell you?

Explore the areas nearby you, be it nature or otherwise; acquaint yourself with the unfamiliar

Get comfortable with the concept of the unknown and uncertainty; remind yourself that you need not know everything in order for it to work out in your favor

Address the uncertainties in your life that cause you the most stress; find your own answers; topics like death, the afterlife, the long-term future, etc.

Play with your pets; spend time with them

Keep your pet healthy; feed them good food, take them on regular walks/exercise them, keep them up to date on vaccines, etc.

Do something fun and new with your partner (or alone); try something exciting or scary that you've always wanted to try

Use natural herbs and remedies to address minor health issues, such as stomaches or sore throat

Try urban exploring - the practice of visiting abandoned places, especially those that have been reclaimed by nature

Face your fears; learn to work through them

Recycle; reuse things that don't need to be immediately disposed of; use compost for your garden or nearby plants

Take time to be alone and decompress, especially after a long day

Cook a good meal for someone in need

Cook a good meal for you or your loved ones

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This list still feels pretty short to me, so I'll likely add more in the future. For now, this is my list of discreet ways to worship Pan. I hope this is helpful to someone, and take care! 💚

Link to Subtle Worship Master list

[leafie-draws]

plant care masterpost ⋆˚✿˖°

part 1 Types of Plants: plants come in all shapes and sizes and each plant has specific needs! so here's some quick tips to keep in mind while picking out a little plant friend!

a general rule of thumb when choosing a plant is considering how the plant thrives in it's natural habitat and providing that with your care, whether it's in a sunny spot in your window or in your garden outside. Succulents and Cacti need more sun and dry conditions than tropical plants that enjoy more wet and humid conditions. keep this in mind while growing many different types at once!

if growing plants in a terrarium make sure there is plenty of light and air circulation to prevent moisture buildup and rot. do not seal the plants inside! you'll want to be able to remove them in case they get sick.

all plants have unique grow-times and dormant periods. for example plants native to the northern hemisphere go dormant (hibernate) while plants in the southern hemisphere are growing, and vice-versa. plants in their peak grow-time require more water and care than dormant ones.

some tropical plants have very specific needs; like staghorns, orchids and air plants so I recommend researching those thoughroughly before getting one.

I don't have a lot of experience with trees, fruits and vegetables so I'm skipping those for now.

Watering: the amount of water a plant needs depends mostly on what type of plant it is and which climate it's in. remember that growing plants need more water and dormant plants need less!

plants only drink when they're awake! roots are most active during the daytime so water your plants in the morning, afternoon or evening. watering at night will cause too much water to sit in the pot and will rot the roots.

tropical plants are picky needy guys and enjoy very damp, humid, rainforest-like conditions. humidifiers help keep moisture in the air as well as routine misting with a waterbottle, just make sure there's proper ventilation so the plants aren't too wet for too long.

arid plants like succulents and cacti are pros at storing water and need less watering than other plants. (I water mine every 2 weeks. 3 weeks in the winter.)

no plant likes having wet feet! make sure your pots and containers have drainage holes to allow airflow to the roots and so excess water can escape.

it's always better to under water than to overwater! it's easier to save a dried-up plant than a rotten one. so if your plant seems sick it's better to hold off on watering it for a while.

most plants die from getting too much water! overwatering leads to rot, infections, mold, and even attracts bugs! it's a bad time! so only water your plants when the soil is dry and make sure there's proper drainage.

an overwatered plant will look sickly. it might turn yellow or pale, drop it's leaves, or be squishy to the touch. some plants like succulents or cacti may have swollen, cracked stems from absorbing too much water.

an underwatered plant will look droopy and the leaves will feel dry, crispy or wrinkled. water the plant throughroughly until water drains out of the bottom of the container and give it some time to recover. if your plant is severely dehydrated you might want to completely soak it, spraying the entire plant and putting the pot in a basin or tray of water so it can absorb water as needed.

Soil: the type of soil depends on the type of plant, but all plants require nutrients in order to grow. it's important to use well-draining soil and provide airflow to the roots.

typically you want soil that's a mix of organic matter and grit (like pumice or lava rock.) the organic matter provides nutrients while grit helps keep the soil loose so it doesn't compact and rot the roots while watering. (I've been using Bonsai Jack's gritty mix for years and I swear by the stuff.)

keep in mind that thick, organic soil holds water longer than a loose, gritty mix and takes longer to dry out so you should water your plants less. likewise, gritty mix drains faster and may require more watering, especially in the summer.

seedlings require more nutrients and have less developed roots so highly organic soils or coco coir works best. (more organic matter = more prone to rot though so be careful!)

worms are friends. like seriously. earthworms in your pots are a good thing! not only does it mean your soil is rich in nutrients plants love, but worm tunnels help create air pockets in the soil so your plant's roots can breathe easier and helps prevents rot. they won't hurt your plant at all and only eat decomposing matter. if you don't want them in your house though they'll do wonders for your garden!

[baby-alien11]

Cat Distribution System (Y/N Ulrich Universe)

taglist: @volturi-girl-imagines @dessxoxsworld @aonungsgirlfriend @ethanlandryluver @wenvierismycomfort @aliciacat20 @gabbylovesreading @nikfigueiredo

Since the night of the late prom, Jack and your friend group has been hanging out in your house to make up for the last time, that was three days ago, and you all were lucky to be in summer vacations

Skeet was happy to see the friend group together again and with a new addition, even more because he know had extra hands to help him with the plantings in the garden

That's why after having breakfast, the six of you were in the garden ready to water the plantations and collect the fruits and vegetables in there

"Right know I want to be Butters and be inside of the house sleeping", Noah commented, "He seems so comfortable in there"

"Same", the rest of you exclaimed

"Specially sleeping in the air conditioner", Sarah added

"Guys, we just need to collect some things and we can go back to the inside of the house", you tried to cheer them, "Besides it's fun"

"We should watch a movie after this", Jack suggested grabing some blueberries

"I won't watch Avatar two again", Scott exclaimed, "I refuse to watch Neteyam's death for a second time"

Laughing because of that, the six of you continued to threat the garden and chatting ocasionally

While you were collecting some carrots you heard something not so far from where you were but you thought it was some bug, but after a little more movement on that same area, you left your little basket with the carrots you already collected and aproached to the sound crouching down to move some plants, founding a small light orange kitten that looked a little scared

"Hi baby", you spoked softly streching your hand, "How did you end up in here?"

A little doubtful, the kitten smelled your hand getting closer slowly making you smile with cuteness

"You're so small to be alone, where's your mommy?", in response the kitten just let out a little meow, "I see, how about if you stay with me for indefinite time, until we find you a home, do you like the idea?"

In response, the kitten just started to rub against your hand and leg making you smile and sccoting them carefuly in your arms pressing them against your chest

"Guys", you called them softly causing them to look at you, "Look what I found"

Hearing your voice, everyone left what they were doing to aproach you noticing the small ball of fur in your chest

"Oh my God", Abby exclaimed in low voice, "It's so small"

"Where did you find her or him?", Jack asked streching his hand to scratch the head of the kitten

"In the middle of the plants", you responded, "And while we know the gender, we will use neutral pronouns with the baby"

"Wait, so the cat just appeared in the garden?", Noah cuestioned in shock, "Did your dad started to plant fur balls and now cats are blossoming?"

"This is the best garden ever", Sarah sighed

"So, what, are you going to keep them?", Scott asked

"First I need to let dad know about this little friend"

Getting all the collected fruits and vegetables, the six, seven with the kitten, walked inside the house were Skeet was in the living room with his laptop on his lap

"Dad", you exclaimed

"What's up tornado?", Skeet greeted without stopping to pay attention to his laptop

"Look what I found", you hummed

Closing his laptop, Skeet turned in your direction noticing the light orange cat that contrasted with your purple shirt

"Where did you find a cat?", Skeet questioned walking in your direction

"I found them close to the carrots", you answered scratching their between their ears, "It's a baby and was scared"

"The cat chose you", Noah exclaimed, "It's the cat distribution system working"

"Dad, can I keep them?", you asked with pleading eyes

"First it needs to see a veterinarian", Skeet said

"We can go to Butters vet", Jack spoke with Butters in his arms, "It's open all day"

Agreeing with that idea, the three of you (along with the two cats), left the house leaving the other four teenagers in there to go to Butters veterinarian, during the car ride both cats use that time to bond with each other, even if the kitten was with you in the passenger seat and Butters in the back with Jack

Arriving at the vet, Jack was the one who spoke with the receptionist mannaging to get a space for the kitten, so after waiting for a few minutes, the three of you walked inside the consultory where the vet started to check on the kitten

"It's a girl, probably one or two months", the doctor informed after a few minutes, "How did you find her again?"

"We were taking care of the garden and collecting fruits and vegetables when I find her next to the carrots", you answered

"Probably she separated from her family", the vet pointed, "Everything is alright with her, she just need the basic vaccines and the deworming pill, are you going to keep her?"

"First I need to talk with my daughter", Skeet spoke

Going to a corner of the consultory to be a little more private, Skeet was the first to spoke

"Listen, tornado, I saw that you already bonded with the cat, and I don't blame you because she's cute, but I want you to know is that having a pet is a big responsability, this isn't a tamagotchi or a virtual pet, this is a living being that needs to be fed, a litter box, and everything it need to keep them alive and comfortable, understood?"

"Yes", you nodded with security

"I'm going to help you with the payments of all the cat needs because we live under the same roof, but taking care of her is your responsability, deal?"

"Deal", formalizing the agreement, both of you shaked hands

With the agreement made, both of you returned to the vet table were the little kitten immediately walked towards you, making you smile and pet her

"Yes, I'm going to keep her", you finally answered

"Perfect, she needs a name for ther vaccines card, I'm going to get one to start filling", the vet said leaving the room

"So, what are you going to name her?", Jack asked

Taking the cat on your hands, you put her right in front of your face eye to eye to start analizing her, noticing that her fur resembled one character from the first scream that made you scared of crossing a pet door

"Tatum", you anounced, "She's my Tatum and she won't cross any pet door"

After an hour in the vet getting everything done with Ttaum, the next destination was the pet store, where Jack being the one with more experience with cats, was the one who pointed the best food and products, except for a bed and a cat tower

"Guys, we have a new member of the crew", you anounced entering the house, "Say hi to Tatum"

"You adopted her!", Abby exclaimed sprinting towards you with the others following, "Why Tatum?"

"Because her hair resembles Tatum Riley's hair", you explained

"Wait, why you didn't brought a bed for her?", Noah asked noticing the cat stuff that Skeet and Jack were bringing inside the house, "Or a cat tower?"

"My baby is going to sleep in the squishmallow shark bed and the flower cat tower flower that I saw on tik tok a few weeks ago", you declared

jackchampion, bucuaron, baileybass, melton and 103, 762 more

yn.ulrich everyone, meet Tatum

jackchampion she is so cute, i love her as if is my own cat

› yn.ulrich if Butters is also my cat, Tatum is also your cat

user014 Y/N GOT A CAT

rosemcgowan I'm so honnored that you named your cat after my character

› yn.ulrich thank you aunt Rose, Tatum deserved to be a final girl

user710 Y/N spilling facts

julrich21 IN WHAT MOMENT YOU ADOPTED A CAT??

› yn.ulrich like a few hours ago

yn.ulrich, jackchampion, romeosanga and 5, 301 more

thebutterschronicles I got a sister, mom Y/N found her near the carrots, so I guess Tatum is one

user410 this is so beautiful and cute

user6253 Butters and Tatum being cat siblings is the best

user025834 Butters and Tatum>>>

user7150 best cat siblings

[whiskehorange]

Cottagecore/Self-Reliant/Self-Sufficient S/O with a green thumb 👍 with Carrie White, Norman Bates, Candyman, Bishop, and Anton Chigurh.

Carrie

She absolutely loves this idea and lifestyle, but can't really for the life of her keep a plant alive. As much as she tries it just doesn't flourish as much as she wants and it makes her a bit sad. Just another thing to the list that she can't seem to do right

Being able to watch you light up so many rooms with so many different plants, some she's never seen or heard of before, amazes her. She loves the look and spends a lot of her days sitting and doing small chores or reading in your plant room

They make her unbelievably bright and happy and she loves to learn about each plant you have when you tend to it and will surprise you by doing her own research

She remembers just about everything you tell her about the plants and tries her best to gift you some smaller ones she finds when she's out

I believe that Carrie would absolutely be a trinket collector and would have the best days and fun going out with you to the nearby lakes and ponds for picnics or walks. Rocks and pebbles, pressed leaves and flowers, all that and more

Norman

It's good to have hobbies and interest, especially when Norman happens to be busy most of the day. Thankfully for him, however, your hobbies are ones that he can keep up with as well.

I'm certain Norman is a bit of a green thumb as well, he has to keep up with the property somehow. He'll be forever grateful if you ever want to pitch in for him to get some work throughout the day out so he has more time to spend with you, even if that time is gardening

It's good for you to be keeping him up to date as well. While your interesting aesthetic isn't something he's used to seeing it certainly does liven up anywhere you go. Norman doesn't change things up too often, so he really needs a wardrobe change

When he isn't bugging you too often though, he does spend his time making delicate and floral based taxidermy for you of various small animals. A lot of the design choices come from flowers and plants he's heard that you're fond of or some he's plucked behind your back

Candyman

Daniel thinks it's a beautiful thing that you're able to be enough for yourself, especially when he can't be there constantly. Not like he could do much for you anyways, but you're still well off.

He's a man of taste and is pretty well versed in your plants and how to help you tend to them, but occasionally loves to hear your input and advice on doing so. It's one of his favorite pass times with you, making him feel at peace for the first time in a very, very long time

It does happen to make his chest rumble a little bit, seeing as his bees desperately want to get out and smell some fresh flowers for once. Within a certain distance from you you'll be able to hear the anxious humming and buzzing of all of them underneath his coat

As if he didn't do this often anyways, he almost always brings you home flowers as often as he can, but mainly the types you can replant/pot if you'd like to keep them and frequently will take you on dates that rely on the weather. Walks and picnics secluded in the forest are his preferred places. If you thrive, he thrives

Of course, he's also always looking forward to your homemade, organic treats and goodies on the way there

Bishop

The amount of relief that Bishop has taken off of his shoulders is immeasurable. You'd be surprised, or not, to learn that not a lot of Earth plants can survive on the ship, even with 24/7 monitoring and care. Most of the plants you see in the corridors and offices of the ships are either fake to easy the homesick epidemic floating around or plants from various other planets

Bishop himself is decently knowledgeable on the various plant and vegetation on the ship and he's more than happy to sit and teach you the ups and downs of space greens. It's most important on this ship to know how to be self reliant, especially when it's such a dangerous area to be stuffed into. A lot of the things in and around this ship can kill you, so his teachings are mandatory

There happens to be a lack of botanists on the ship that Bishop would be more than happy to train right next to him; even more so with it being you. And as much as he appreciates your comfy style and personality, he does have to hand you a typical lab uniform with a pitiful smile

Your work ethic is something that he swoons over the moment you do decide to work next to him. Bishop may seem like he's got a stick stuck up his ass, but no one gives him the time of day to figure out that she shows love and appreciation differently, especially when it comes to talking data and interests with you. You'll notice one of his small gestures is giving you itty bitty foreign plants that the two of you have been studying to see if you can keep it alive

Anton

Well you certainly look... interesting. You're an odd one, but it's a bit refreshing to come back home to after however long he's been away. There is never typically an element of surprise that will be able to catch him off guard, but seeing what new project you're up to every time he sees you if a close contender

He's more than relieved for you to be so self-reliant and be able to keep such thriving gardens and structure, it gives him less to worry about. You'd think he wouldn't have any cares in the world, but you'd be surprised

You constantly send him on his way with treats and small foods that you swear he needs; when was the last time you say him eat with your own eyes? Exactly, and it's hard to have him for long enough to enjoy a nice warm dinner

Anton doesn't speak much on his work life or about home life in general, but doesn't mind your talk. He appreciates your lack of small talk and tendency to jump right into filling him in on what's been going on since he's been gone, what you've been growing, clothes you've made, and small new additions to the home you've made. He'll blankly smile down at you in the garden as you crouch down and show him the growth and greens, inching to the left every so often to look at the other patches down the line

[prismatic-bell]

I'm so interested by the implications of the phrase "the American and European shift from having meat as a side to a main dish." like what? meat hasn't always been a dietary main?

It has not!

For much of history worldwide, the “staple grain” of an area (usually wheat, rice, or corn, although there are others) has been the main component of food in that area, with vegetables for flavor and filling and meat on the side or as a small component of the dish. And this actually makes a lot of sense if you consider that Gertrude the peasant in 1362 couldn’t just walk down to Ye Olde Wallmarte and pick up a nice sirloin—even if there was a butcher shop in town, she probably couldn’t afford it. The meat in her diet would’ve been stuff like squirrels or crows she managed to catch and kill in her vegetable garden. Maybe, MAYBE once or twice a year she could afford to get a leg of mutton or a goose. Gertrude the Peasant would look at a modern-day American barbecue and assume its hosts were royalty. All that meat? Spices? SALT? (Salt was actually stupidly rare in the Middle Ages because of how difficult it was to mine. The table shaker in your cabinet is more salt than a Middle Ages peasant would likely consume in their entire life.)

Vegetables, meanwhile, are relatively easy to store when you don’t have refrigeration. Beans, peas, and corn can all be dried. Gourds, potatoes, and turnips can last for MONTHS in a cold cellar. Starting in 1809, you could can your fruit and veggies in glass jars. But meat? Either you had to eat it fresh, or you had to go to some serious labor to preserve it—smoking, drying, packing in salt, that kind of thing. It just wasn’t feasible for most people.

On top of that, raising meat properly is expensive. Let’s take a chicken, which is actually relatively economical. You need a coop, which you’ll have to keep clean—every once in awhile you have to literally clean the shit out of it. (Makes good fertilizer, though.) The coop needs to be built securely enough to keep out foxes, raccoons, wild dogs, and snakes. You need an outdoor pen of some kind, because chickens are dumb and absolutely will run off if allowed to do so. The chickens will happily forage here for bugs, but you’re probably going to want to supplement their bugs with feed. You’ll also need straw for bedding, which means either threshing and drying grass or wheat yourself or purchasing it from someone else (don’t forget, you have to do all of this by hand because the only automated machine to really have been invented yet is the water mill). And you need the SPACE for all this, and all of this is before your hens have laid a single egg.

Your hens provide the eggs you use for bread, filler in soup, maybe just poached or boiled as a meal. And they do so in perpetuity for several years. You’re not going to kill one for a meal on a whim—you’re only going to do it if they become a danger to your other chickens or if they stop laying, because otherwise you’re giving up years’ worth of food security for one meal. Same with goats and cows—they’re worth more to you alive and making milk (and babies you can sell at market) than they are dead.

So for a very long time, meat was prohibitively expensive and difficult to get. It was eaten in small quantities, and not for most meals, either. The places this wouldn’t have been true—Arctic and subarctic indigenous tribes, for example—would have been the exception, not the rule. Meat-heavy diets in most of the world came about as a result of industrialization and refrigeration.

[mama-qwerty]

The Garden

Just something I wrote up really quick in one of the servers I'm in. Trying to dust off the brain and get it working again.

I am rusty. Holy moly.

~~~

Callie stood in the side yard of her house, staring at the weed-bed her landscaping had become. Thistles and onion grass had crowded out any other plant she had tried to grow--although, granted, that had been a number of years ago.

She wasn't a gardener. By any stretch of the imagination.

She had everything she needed to deal with the offending weeds. A hand shovel, a full-sized shovel, a little hand rake, and a paper bag to toss the pulled weeds into.

Everything except the motivation to get started.

She hated dealing with this crap.

"Whatcha lookin' at, Mom?"

A voice behind her, and she turned. Silver stood with his head cocked to one side, a curious look on his face. She sighed, offering him a little smile.

"Just doing some gardening, Bug. Wanna help?"

A smile brightened his muzzle, and he nodded. "Okay!"

The boy stepped forward, and the two took to their knees, looking upon the chore before them. Callie pointed out the different weeds and named them, explaining how they'd need removed by the root to make sure they didn't grow back. Then they'd have to turn the soil, remove any grubs or other harmful insects, before planting any of the decorative flowers she'd bought.

Silver seemed excited to help, and the two worked for a while, slowly pulled the weeds out.

"Greetings, Callie," a deep voice called behind them, and they turned. Knuckles emerged from the trees surrounding her home, and he nodded toward the hedgehog. "Silver."

"Hey, Knux," the redhead called. "To what do I owe the visit?"

"Mother would like to borrow your spare coffee maker. There was an . . . incident with ours."

"Sonic or Tails?"

"Tails. He insisted he could make it work faster and . . . it did not end well."

"Hmm. That kid."

"Yes. Mother was not pleased."

"I can imagine," Callie said, pushing herself to her feet. "I think it's in the basement, but it may take me a few minutes to find it."

The echidna nodded. "Of course."

She turned to the hedgehog. "Silver, why don't you show Knux what we were doing. Maybe he'd like to help."

Silver nodded. "Okay."

A few minutes later, as Callie dug through the boxes in her basement, Silver and Knuckles sat near the weedy patch near the house. They stared at the many unwelcome batches of vegetation, a silence hanging over them for a moment.

"That is an impressive amount of weeds."

"Yeah," Silver said. "Mom's not really into this kind of thing. She keeps saying she'll let me make a garden, but we never get around to doing it."

Knuckles turned to him. "You would like a garden?"

Silver nodded. "I like to take care of plants and think it would be fun to grow my own vegetables."

The echidna lowered his head as he thought. "Hmm." He lifted his head, his chest pushed out. "I will help you, young hedgehog."

"Help me what?"

"With your garden. Mother has allowed me one at home, and it is very relaxing."

"Really??"

"I will help you now."

Silver furrowed his brow. "What about the weeds?"

Knuckles waved a hand over them. "They are not going anywhere. Come. Show me where you would like your garden."

The two hurried off to a spot in the yard Silver had been eyeing for his garden for months. And at first things went well. Knuckles used his claws to dig in the ground, turning the earth and preparing it for planting. Silver used his telekinesis to rake the soil smooth, giving any rocks unearthed a quick flick to send them flying into the trees. They worked quickly, and soon they had a proper garden plot prepared, ready for seeding.

And then Callie returned.

"What are you two doing??"

It came out a little harsher than she intended, and startled the two boys with her tone. Silver jerked, sending the rake and three rocks he still held in his telekinesis flying toward her.

Callie gasped, holding the coffee maker before her as a makeshift shield, before Knuckles hit her in the midsection, shoving her out of the way.

Silver came rushing over, hands over his mouth, eyes wide.

"I'M SORRY! I DIDN'T MEAN TO!" he cried, his forehead fan bristling in fear.

"It's okay," she said, Knuckles helping her to her feet. "My fault for startling you." She looked back at the roughly tilled earth. "What are you doing?"

"Making our garden!" Silver said, his fear forgotten in his excitement. He rushed over and gestured to it with extended arms. "Look! Knuckles helped me get it started!"

"He did?" Callie cast the echidna a raised eyebrow. "Did it occur to you to ask me first?"

Knuckles shrugged. "He said you kept promising to make one, and hadn't gotten to it. I was merely doing what you had already promised."

She narrowed her eyes. "I suppose that's fair." She looked back at the garden. "I'm not sure how well it'll do over there, though. That spot seems pretty bad with grubs and rocks."

Silver waved a hand. "I took care of the rocks, and Knuckles took care of the grubs."

At first Callie's brow furrowed. Then it cleared as understanding hit. She flicked her eyes down to the echidna.

"You didn't."

He looked back, unblinking.

"Knuckles."

He shrugged. "They have a different taste here, but it is not necessarily bad."

Callie pulled a face. "Gross, Knux."

"We're not in trouble, are we?" Silver asked, pulling a head spike forward to give a little tug. "I mean, you did say I could make one."

Callie gave a little sigh, nodding. "Yeah, I did say that." Another sigh. "Why don't you head in and grab those seeds we've been holding onto and you and Knuckles can get them planted, yeah?"

Silver smiled, one that stretched across his muzzle, and he zipped into the house with a speed that would have made Sonic proud. Callie watched him with a smile, before looking down at the echidna.

"Did you really eat all those grubs?"

He shrugged. "Should I have saved some for you?"

"Gross, Knux."

A little smile curled one corner of his lips, and he walked over to the tilled earth. He sorted through a batch of dirt, before picking something out and bringing it to her. A small white grub squirmed in his outstretched hand, and she curled her lip in disgust.

"Don't."

His smile spread wider.

"Knuckles Wachowski, don't you dare."

He chuckled, a deep rumble in his chest, and popped the insect into his mouth like popcorn. He chewed twice, then swallowed, a loud, exaggerated, sound.

Callie nearly gagged. "Ohmygawd, you're such a turd."

That produced a loud laugh from the echidna, and he shook his head as Silver returned, his arms full of seed packets.

"Ohmygosh!" he cried, bouncing up and down in his excitement. "I don't know what to plant first!"

Callie gestured to Knuckles. "Ask Mr. Grub Breath over there. I'm gonna sit over here and tend to the weeds and try to forget what I just saw."

Knuckles laughed again, and the two boys began the task of setting up the different rows and sections for Silver's garden.

Callie sat before the weed patch, thankful for something else to focus on.

[bonefall]

Sorry if you’ve already answered something like this! how does Warrior Bites work into the initial journey in TNP? I don’t recall how long the journey to the sun drown place took, but I feel like with how cooked food is preferable due to diseases and parasites, did Bramble and co have to get dewormed when returning to the clans? Or perhaps the Tribe could help them with that on their way back, as a thanks for how they help drive out Sharptooth?

I feel like it’d be difficult to sneak out with extra rations with how the Clans were struggling, plus it’d be difficult to carry all the tools required to cook every time they set up camp. It’d be easier for them to eat their prey raw, at least during certain parts of the journey.

Would also be an interesting opportunity to introduce the cast to different foods, too! Rogue groups in twolegplace using vegetables from gardens for flavor, for example. I couldn’t find if there’s salt beds in English mountains, but if there is the Tribe would have way easier access to it than the Clans do. I bet they’d have wildly different cuisine as a result.

Sorry for the long winded ask but your ideas tickle my autistic brain just right fjahfhsh

The Tribe mountain MUST have salt under it, right? The Appalachians and the Caledonians are the same mountain range split up by tectonic shift and I know there's salt in the Appalachians because it's, like, pre-life-on-earth old right? Hangon

*le googel*

YEP there's a lot of salt in Cheshire, one of the counties I use as a model. Which I could have just learned by googling "uk salt mine." However, my brain is a rube goldberg machine.

The Sundrown Patrol DEFINITELY needed a deep cleaning! They would be full of fleas, probably be carrying a couple of bad knots or a couple of mats, and one or two of them definitely caught worms. Probably Squirrelpaw tbh, knowing her impatient little butt (affectionate).

The Tribe wouldn't do a deep deworming though, because that takes time and the Clan cats would want to get home as quickly as possible. They just stayed for the quick celebration to gather some rations and planned to leave... but then the appearance of Sharptooth changed their plans.

(btw if you wanna see how the Sundrown Patrol's Journey to the Lake goes in Bonefall TNP, I made a map and a synopsis!)

Setting up a basic cooking fire wouldn't be TOO hard though! You just keep a couple of sticks to use as spits and roast your prey over the open fire, like either a roast or a marshmallow. Beats dealing with tapeworms for the whole trip.

Funny enough I actually think it's Crowfoot/feather who's the main cook of the little patrol, I keep feeling like Mudclaw was a pretty good chef. He would have passed that onto Crow.

Tawnypelt: "It's almost sunrise, Crowfoot is late... if he doesn't come soon we'll have to go without him."

Crowfoot: "Hold your hedgehogs I'm here. I was making tunnelbuns for the trip."

Squirrelpaw: "Where- what-- how did you do that so fast??"

Crowfoot: "youre weeeeeeeeelcome."

Stormfur: "Hang on, you didn't steal from your own Clan in famine, did you?"

Crowfoot: "??? I mashed my personal larvae stash to make into travel rations and this is the thanks I get??? you think my clanmates were gonna keep my mealworms alive while I was gone?? Mousebrain!"

Brambleclaw: "Yuck, who wants to eat mashed bugs?"

Squirrelpaw hiding how appetizing it sounds because her buddy Sorreltail opened her eyes to how good grasshoppers can taste.

[m-jelly]

Country living - Fun with dad

Pairing: Levi x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Married life, being parents, romance, love, fluff, kids, cute, modern AU, pregnant reader, three-year-old boy, five-year-old girl.

Concept: You hand over your daughter and son to Levi as you go off with Levi's mother for a spa day, due to baby number three on the way making you ache a bit. As you relax, Levi keeps his two little ones entertained and has a fun-filled day with them. You come home and listen to your kids and husband about how much fun they had.

Levi watched you pull on your jacket. "So, it's an all-day thing?"

You nodded. "Yeah." You cupped Levi's face and kissed him. "I will be back later. I know what you three are like, you'll miss me terribly and pout a lot. Please, have fun."

"We will."

You knelt in front of your daughter in her cute dungarees. "Enjoy your day with daddy."

Kuchel grinned at you. "Okay mummy. Have fun with grandma."

"I will." You kissed her cheek and gave her a hug. You let her go and hugged your son. "Have fun with your daddy, okay?"

Evan nodded. "Yes, mama."

You gave him kisses making him giggle. "I will see you guys when I get home." You offered your arm to Levi. "Little help?"

Levi helped you to your feet. "Darling, you shouldn't really be getting down so low at six months."

You huffed as you finally stood up. "I know, but you know how stubborn I am." You hummed a laugh. "Have a nice day, okay? I love all three of you."

Levi followed you to the front door. "We love you too. Be safe!"

You looked back at Levi and waved. "I will!"

Levi stood there and watched his mother drive away with you. He welled up a little at seeing you go. He gasped when he heard crying. He looked down at his son and daughter to see they were crying at you leaving. He scooped up both his little ones and held them close. "I know sweeties, I know. I miss your mummy as well."

Kuchel hugged Levi. "When's mummy coming home?"

"A bit later."

Evan sniffed. "Mummy now?"

He carried his kids inside the sweet country home. "Not yet, okay? We're going to have fun together." He kicked the door closed and carried his two kids. "How about we play in the garden for a bit?"

Kuchel hummed a little. "Can we go for a drive?"

Levi got outside and sat down on the edge of the decking. He put his kids down on their feet. "We can go after lunch. We'll drive to the shop, then we'll go to the river and you can catch some bugs and frogs."

"Okay!"

Evan ran over to his ball and picked it up. "Daddy?"

Levi jumped to his feet. "Let's kick the ball around."

Levi jogged around with his two kids and kicked the ball. He laughed with them as they squealed with laughter and forgot all about mummy being gone. He ran after his son and grabbed him making him laugh. He helped Evan kick the ball to his sister until both got a bit bored.

"Right, my little ones. I've got to collect things in the garden. Do you want to help?"

Kuchel jumped up and down. "Yes!"

He guided them both to the gardening hut. "Alright, get your gloves on and grab the basket." He slipped his on and put on the gardening tool belt. "Evan can you manage?"

Evan wiggled his hand at Kuchel. "Help."

Kuchel pulled on her brother's gloves for him. "I can help."

Evan smiled when his gloves were pulled on. "Thank you."

Kuchel kissed his cheek. "You're welcome."

Levi smiled at his kids. "Alright, let's head out. Evan, hold the basket for me. Kuchel, help me pick." He walked out of the hut with his little ones and over to your wonderful garden. "Let's start with the strawberries."

Kuchel pointed at some. "Them!"

Levi knelt next to his daughter. "Let me show you how to pluck them." He twisted and pulled. "Like this. Be gentle, okay? If you're not you'll squeeze the poor strawberry."

"Got it." She pulled one off. "I got it!"

"Well done. Pop it in Evan's basket, okay?"

Evan held up his basket. "I help."

Levi chuckled. "That's it, let's work together."

They all moved around your food garden and gathered fresh fruit, along with vegetables. He stopped his kids from eating anything because he needed to clean everything. He took the basket from Eva when it got too heavy for him to carry. He carried the basket inside and put his kids on their stools so they could help him clean up.

Levi grabbed some food for the kids and made them lunch. He put everything on the table and popped the kids into their seats. "Eat up and we'll go to the river." He leaned over and cleaned Evan's face. "You are messy just like your mummy."

Kuchel giggled. "Messy Evan!"

Evan snorted a laugh. "Like mummy."

Levi winked at his son. "That's right." He saw his son welling up. He wiped Evan's tears. "You want a cuddle?"

Evan nodded. "Yeah."

He picked up Evan and hugged him. "Your mummy misses you both, I just know it. We gotta have fun though. We promised your mummy we would."

Kuchel jumped off her seat. "Can I help Evan?"

Levi put Evan on his feet. "Sure thing. You help him with his wellies and I'll wash up. Call me if you need me, okay?"

"Okay, daddy."

Levi got up and gathered up everything. He washed up the plates and cups as he smiled softly and his son and daughter talking. He dried up and walked over to them by the front door. "You both ready?"

Evan bounced up and down. "Yes!"

Levi opened the cupboard door with the outdoor things in. He grabbed the buckets, nets and jars. "You got your bug and creature book?"

Kuchel gasped. "I'll go get it! It's in my room!"

Levi opened the front door. "Alright, I'll pack the car, okay? Evan, wait here for your sister. I'm just going to be over by the truck."

Evan nodded. "Okay, daddy."

Levi carried everything to his truck and put it in the back, then covered it up. He opened it up and checked the seats were ready for his kids. He turned back to the house and smiled at Kuchel talking to Evan in the doorway, then they held hands and walk over to Levi.

Levi smiled at them. "You both ready?"

Kuchel nodded. "Yes!"

"Great." He helped them into the truck before jogging to the house and locking up. He went back to his kids and put the radio on. "Alright, let's head on out."

Levi chuckled as his kids sang along to the song playing on the radio. He sighed and decided to join in as well. He smirked at his kids when they laughed at him being silly. He sang in a silly voice for a bit, then changed the radio station when a bad song came on. He hummed a little to the next song and realised how much he missed you because you'd be singing along with them.

He pulled up into the parking spot and got out first. He packed everything into a bag before helping his kids. "Hold hands and stay in my line of sight, got it? No running off."

Evan held his sister's hand. "Yes, daddy."

Kuchel gripped Evan's hand. "Promise, daddy."

Levi smiled as he walked behind his kids as they led the way. He watched their every move and kept aware of his surroundings. Levi knew his town was safe because he was the sheriff, but he still worried because that was normal for a dad to worry. Levi's whole world was you, his kids and his mother. He'd do anything for you all.

He stopped by the river and put his bag down. "Alright, don't go too deep in the water. Stay by the shore." He gave Kuchel the little kit you bought her to catch bugs. "Here you go. Be careful and stay next to me."

Kuchel nodded and ran into the water. "I'm gonna find so many bugs!"

Levi crouched down and held Evan's hand as he splashed and kicked in the water. "You not catching anything?"

Evan shook his head. "I like fish."

"When you're older we'll go fishing."

"Yes!"

Levi hummed a laugh. "We'll go to the aquarium too on a family day out."

"I like sharks."

"You're mummy does too."

Evan let out a long sigh. "I miss mummy."

Levi gave his son a hug. "I miss her too. She'll be back later."

Kuchel ran over to Levi. "Daddy look! I caught something!"

Levi cupped the glass jar with water in to see a little fish. "You caught a fish. Well done!"

"Yay!"

He chuckled. "You did really well. Clever girl."

He watched Kuchel as he held Evan's hand. He stood up and held Kuchel's hand and had a bit of a paddle with them. He walked with them through the woods and by the river before returning to their things. He packed up and took his kids back to the truck. He drove to the shop, got them to pick out what they wanted and drove them home.

He worked with them and made a little fort in front of the tv. He sat in the middle of it with one arm around Kuchel and the other around Evan. He put on all kinds of things, then played a game with the kids. He read them a story and tucked them in when it was nap time. Levi sat with them and ended up falling asleep.

You hugged Kuchel and kissed her on the cheek. "Thank you for today, I feel a lot better now. I don't know what happened last week, but the little one moved and I have been aching and uncomfortable."

Kuchel smiled at you. "It happens, my love. You have been stressed out with a lot of the town events and baking for them. Plus, little Kuchel is off to school soon and you've been getting ready for that."

You sighed. "I have been stressed a bit."

"You needed to relax and I'm glad I could help. Tell Levi about your stress, okay?"

"I will. Love you!" You blew her a kiss and waved goodbye. You walked into your house and paused when everything was quiet. "No welcome party?"

You put your things down and kicked your shoes off. You walked into the living room to see the little fort area with Levi sleeping on the floor and his two kids half sleeping on him. You smiled softly at the cute sight and started making dinner. You made drinks and set up the table with everything on.

"Mummy?"

You turned to see Evan rubbing his eyes. "Hi, sweetheart."

Evan smiled. "Mummy?"

You nodded. "It's me."

He ran over and sniffed. "Mummy."

You picked him up and hugged him close. "Aww, sweetness don't cry." You rubbed his little back. "I missed you too. Did you have fun with daddy and your sister?"

He nodded. "Lots."

"I'm glad." You kissed his puffy cheek and admired how he looked like a mini version of Levi. "I made you all a nice big dinner and it's everything you love."

Evan clapped his little hands. "Yay!"

You hummed a laugh and put him down. "Go get your sister and clean your hands."

"Yes, mummy."

You finished up dinner and laughed at Kuchel hugging your legs. "Hey, little one." You picked her up and gave her a tight squeeze. You kissed her puffy cheek before putting her down. "Go clean your hands and I'll talk to your daddy."

Kuchel bounced up and down. "Okay!"

You waved to them and joined Levi in the living room. You knelt next to your husband and rubbed his chest. "Honey?"

Levi inhaled. "Mm?"

You leaned down and kissed him. "I'm home. Time to wake up for dinner." You squealed as Levi wrapped his arms around you and turned you so he pinned you against the floor. He leaned over you and kissed you. You giggled as he cover you in kisses and growled. "Ah! Levi! Tone it down a bit."

Levi kissed you and smiled. "Missed you. Did you have fun?"

You nodded. "I did. I relaxed big time. Your mother thinks that I'm a bit stressed. It's a mixture of all the events I've been baking for, Kuchel going off to school soon. I got stressed and our baby knows it."

"Darling, I'm so sorry you've been stressed." He rubbed your cheek. "I should be doing a better job at making you feel relaxed."

"You do a wonderful job. I just got in my head." You smiled. "You and the kids make my world right." You kissed him. "I love all three of you so very much. I wouldn't change my life for the world."

Levi smiled. "I'm glad. I love you."

"I love you too. I love you so damn much. I am happy, really happy."

Levi sat up and held you close. "I know you're happy. You got a bit unwell and stressed with Kuchel, our first. You did with Evan. There's a lot going on in your body right now. Just know that we love you and we'll help you through anything."

You rubbed Levi's chest. "I know, my love, I know." You huffed. "Could you help me up? We have a lovely dinner ready."

He stood up and pulled you to your feet. "Of course. I'm going to show you a lot of love tonight."

"I can't wait." You pulled him along to the dining area. "Help the kids for me?"

"Sure."

You smiled as Levi played with the kids and put them in their seats. You dished out dinner before sitting next to Levi. "Alright, tell me about your day!" You smiled brightly as your kids got excited and told you all about their fun day with Levi. You giggled as Kuchel showed you a jar that had the fish in it, but Levi released it. "I'm so glad you had fun. We should go out as a family soon. The aquarium sounds wonderful."

[tinfairies]

Wait wait wait. Daemon sending his daughter away and she’s already got a bump, you can clearly tell she’s pregnant, she’s hysterical, she’s terrified and after everything he’s just going to send her away and act like nothing is happening? She can’t even stand too look at him as she leaves, she takes the money and is gone.

She ends up getting a house far away from everyone surrounded by trees and greenery and she births twin sons. One day, on one of his flights Aemond lands on her little island to give Vhagar a rest (old girl needs naps now, she’s still a beast though don’t try her.) he comes across two boys playing with sticks pretending they’re swords he asks if they’re okay and need help getting home because this is basically abandoned there’s no one here. Until he hears this musical voice shouting for her sons to come in for their dinner and he walks back with them.

Now she’s shocked she hasn’t seen anyone unless it’s when she’s in the village for some things (which on it’s own is a few hours away) she notices the hair and eyepatch and immediately knows who this is. She invites him in for food to be polite and asks if he would like to stay as it’s getting dark. Now. Aemond sees these two violet eyed children with bright white hair and this absolutely ethereal woman also with violet eyes and white hair (let’s not forget she’s had two children, she’s got that mummy body, we all know he’s a sucker for a milf) he’s immediately intrigued and agrees.

It turns out to be an amazing night, the woman is lovely and her children are just the sweetest boys ever. He’s played with the children in the garden (one of them likes bugs it reminds him of Helaena) he helped her wash the dishes and talked and had tea with her in front of the fire. It was going well but then he asked about who their father is and who her father is and where she’s from, he’s not stupid he knows it’s either Aegon or Daemon he just wants it confirmed as to who. When she’s explained everything he’s shocked, fucking mind blown because what the fuck? He ends up leaving after promising her that he’ll not whisper a word about her to anyone and keep her out of the shitstorm that is the Targaryen family.

He ends up making this trip every few days, always visiting, always helping her around the house and tending to the vegetables and fruit she’s grown. Teaching the boys how to wield swords and teaching all three of them the Valyrian language. It’s become his paradise, his piece of heaven on earth, he wants this forever, he wants to marry her and have her children be his in the eyes of everyone - they already call him father - he’s helped her with them since they were 3 (let’s say they’re 5 now) it’s been two years he wants her. Say they get married in the way of the Targaryens (you can’t break them marriages (I also don’t know how they did it let’s not go there)) and he takes her to Kings Landing to introduce her and their children to everyone.

Alicent needs a heavy drink and a holiday after finding out who they are and how they came to be, she feels sorry for the girl after listening to her story. Otto had no idea what to even say, even he’s shocked at what Daemon did. Viserys, while being shocked at having a niece from his brother and great nephew who are now his grandchildren… adores them. This girl looks like his late mother and her boys his late father he doesn’t want to send them away it would break his already hurting heart. He even ordered the boys to get a dragon eggs each as a gift of good will. Helaena and her children are already best friends and Aegon is wondering if he’s been black out drunk for the past five years because he’s never seen these people in his life, also… when did Aemond get married? Was he at the wedding?

Now no one can even tell these boys aren’t his by blood and that he’s not even known them five years so to them even if she’s a bastard (who was legitimised by her uncle/father by law… (which no one will say anything about plus she looks full blooded Targaryen more than Rhaenyras children)) the children are not in their eyes and no one treats them as such. Their father is Aemond they don’t want to die. Settling in has been easy honestly besides the snide remarks from Otto even Alicent was calm, the boys are sweet and Aemonds wife helps Helaena get Helaena out and actually listens to her talking about bugs even giving facts of her own because of her son enjoying the same thing. She’s now heavily pregnant with their third child BUT! Rhaenyra is coming to talk about Luke’s claim to driftmark and with her comes her husband who’s about to find his daughter living a luxurious life with a doting husband who is in love with every inch of her and two beautiful boys with one on the way.

👀 Ohhh shit. It's about to hit the fan.

Daemon is gonna know he's fucked up, and Rhaenyra may find out

I love when Daemon and Rhaenyra fight

[jewbeloved]

Team Stan with a s/o that likes gardening 🌷⛲⛲🌳🌳🌺💗💗💗

Warnings: None

Gender: Neutral

💙 Stan Marsh 🥯

He would be amazed at how beautiful your garden is!

Your garden is full of each type of flower there is!

If you need help with watering the plants or growing them, he will try his best to help you <3

He also would compliment your garden very often too!

You may have to prevent him from accidentally stepping on the tiny plants you have😓

If he does step on it, he will apologize non-stop immediately and beg for your forgiveness.

You forgive him and reassured that you have seed packs of the same plant that he stepped on, you just have to build a little fence around the ones that are going to be small so the same thing doesn't happen twice.

He might probably also be afraid of the Venus fly trap plants that you have.

Don't blame him, imagine If they were 8 ft tall 😭😭😭😭💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

💚 Kyle Broflovski 🌳

He is absolutely in love with your garden 100%💖💖💖

He finds your flowers and other plants cute! <3

Similar to Stan, he would also try to help you with the garden If you need his assistance. But he might do a better job at it then Stan.

Definitely might bring Ike over to see your garden as well, that is...If you're okay with Kyle bringing him over.

Ike loves your garden as well!

If you surprise Kyle with a flower gift that's from your garden, he is going to definitely take care of it everyday and cherish it with his life💖💖

If bugs are trying to eat your flowers and plants, you don't have to worry about them! Kyle will get rid of em all before you even notice =)

Sheila and Gerald are also love your garden too, they're impressed by how much effort and work you've put into your garden!

10/10 garden loving boyfriend <3💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

❤️ Eric Cartman 🍓

Ehm....where do I even begin?

Probably insults your garden trying to cover up the fact that he actually likes it because he always sneaks pictures of your garden whenever you're not around or looking.

He might even steal one of your plants to keep for himself and he actually takes care of it! O~O

Him getting rid of the bugs that are terrorizing your garden is like him taking out those hippies.

Believe me, he full on got his big spray and other shit to get rid of those pesks.

Same thing If you start seeing hippies in your garden and they won't leave, the next morning you come to check on your garden.

You'll be hearing screams coming from the ground because Cartman buried them under there.

Anyways, he does love your garden a lot....but he just denies it :')❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

🧡 Kenny Mccormick 🥭

Similar with Kyle, Kenny might bring Karen over to see your garden as well! If you're okay with it.

He might ask If he could take some of your flowers to give to Karen, If you say yes he will be very happy.

But If you say no, he'll understand anyways your answer doesn't affect on how obsessed he is with your garden.

He legit loves your flowers! His personal favorite one is the daisy.

Expect him to come visit you everyday in the garden.

If he tries watering the plants for you, he might put a little too much water on it.....he's trying his best :(((((

If he's feeling thirsty while helping you out in the garden, you might brew him up some tea with the flower that you picked for it.

This makes him want to make a little fort inside your garden so he can stay there foreverrrrrr🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

Vegetables piss me off

[realdragontamer]

DRAGONS FOR BEGINNERS - Applin Line

Type: Grass/Dragon Size: very small (under a foot) Rarity: ★★☆☆☆ Danger: ★☆☆☆☆ Energy: ★★☆☆☆

Applin are often given as a romantic gift in Galar, and there's no wonder why. They are, by far, the easiest dragon to train. They are pretty mild-mannered, quite small, and very friendly to people.

Like most grass Pokemon, they are general easy to care for and well-mannered. Applin regularly need their apple armor replaced, but just a regular apple (or some other fruit or vegetable) will do! Otherwise they need lots of sunlight and water like most Grass Pokemon. They are extra senstive to freezing conditions, but it's easy to bring them in.

Since they're evolved via specific items, there's no worry about suddenly having a much larger dragon on your hands. The only real downside about Applin is that it won't prepare you to train other dragons. But it's a solid Pokemon, and a good pick to give to kids or those looking for a pet.

Type: Grass/Dragon Size: very small (1 foot) Rarity: ★★☆☆☆ Danger: ★★☆☆☆ Energy: ★★★☆☆

Let's get it out of the way: Flapple are the grouchiest of the line. Not hardest, per say, but they are the closet to having the stubbornness of other dragons. They are happiest when they have some sort of task, whether it be battling or protecting a garden or something. They can get pretty restless and grumpy otherwise, and you don't want to be on the other end of an acid attack!

That being said, they're still highly trainable and mellow mons. Their abilities to fly lets them get into more trouble though, so you might need to Flapple-proof the high shelves.

Type: Grass/Dragon Size: small (over a foot) Rarity: ★★☆☆☆ Danger: ★☆☆☆☆ Energy: ★☆☆☆☆

Appletun, on the other hand, are gentle not-quite-giants. While they're not huge, they've still got a bit of bulk and heft to them. They can live comfortably in your house, but are a bit of a hassle to pick up.

These guys tend to be a bit more easygoing than their evolutionary siblings, and make great house 'mons. Obviously the right Appletun can be a battler, but you'll usually see them loafing around on the couch. They love eating bugs, and can be a natural pest control for gardens.

Just keep an eye out, since they can get a bit sensitive and neurotic about their back. It's targeted by predators and other opportunist 'mon, so they sometimes can be a bit protective if not properly trained or if they have a bad experience. Nothing serious, but I've seen it pop up a lot.

Also: since their eyes hang down, most of the time they don't have great eyesight. Make sure you don't have anything out you wouldn't mind a 30 pound Pokemon bumping into. They're also... how do I put this... they're no Alakazam in terms of intelligence.

Type: Grass/Dragon Size: very small (over a foot) Rarity: ★★★★☆ Danger: ★★☆☆☆ Energy: ★★★★☆

I have to admit, I don't know that much about Dipplin. They're pretty rare, being an evolution from an item only found in a small region.

Dipplin are actually two 'mon in one! As is usual with mutli-mon, that means they have higher food and water needs. Though for a 'mon this small, it's not a huge issue. And they share their apple! I have their energy rated higher, but from what I understand, they're still pretty mild.

I've heard from a few collegeaus that their temperament is somewhere between their two evolutionary siblings. They're not as flighty and grouchy as Flapple, but are a little more energtic and... er... sharper than Appletun.

The main issue I see with Dipplin is they're a bit messy. They evolved to make syrup and use it against predators and prey, so... get ready for a gooey 'mon! Unlike something like Grimer, their goo is nontoxic (and possibly even edible?) but still is gonna get on everything

Some research suggests there might be another evolution of Dipplin yet to be seen, but I'll update you all if I hear more. I'm going to a conference later that should cover any news on this!

[cosmicatta]

I have so many questions about your lawlu childeren, I love them 😭❤️

What does Ola usually write? 👀 (somehow I can see her writing the weirdest stuff no matter the genre xD)

And is Taiga's garden more flowery or more vegetable/herb/Usopp type garden?

And the golden question, how did the crews react when they first found out there's going to be a baby around and worse, that it's going to a mini Lawlu mix? There are so many ways I can imagine that going and I need to know how it actually went xD

AAAHHH thank you so much, I'm really glad! 🥺💜 I love talking about them, these questions are making me vibrate:

1 - What does Ola usually write?

She has a preference for fantasy and sci-fi, and you're absolutely correct, it's always weird. The kind of weird where you're not sure if it's pure surrealism or if you just don't get it because you're dumb.

Law seems to get it though, he says her writing is "deeply allegorical and profound, a reflection of human nature through a distorting mirror." Whatever that's supposed to mean. He's proud.

2 - What kind of garden does Taiga keep?

Flowery garden! He grows some herbs and fruit trees too, but it's mostly flowers, vines, cacti, etc. He's very dedicated to his plants, it's a huge tragedy whenever something bad happens to one of them (which is not very often, because he's extremely careful).

He never kills the bugs though. If they are damaging the plants, he takes them somewhere else and feeds them (sometimes he ends up keeping them too).

3 - How did the crews react to lawlu having a baby?

There were mixed reactions for sure. The Heart pirates were shocked at first, and definitely a little worried, but overall just very happy for Law. All of them wanted to be "the cool uncle/auntie" and couldn't wait to spoil the baby (everyone was jealous of Bepo once Ola was born, because he was very obviously the favorite).

The Strawhats, on the other hand... they know Luffy enough to know there are things to be very worried about. Well, at least some of them were worried. Robin and Zoro were just like "omg congrats :)", Franky got "SUUUUUPER" emotional, but I can see Nami, Sanji and Usopp having some kind of "emergency meeting" about the news:

Usopp: Don't get me wrong, I'm happy for them—a litte weirded out, yes, but happy—but, guys... A human being that's half Luffy and half Trafalgar Law? I can't be the only one who thinks this is a dangerous idea. That baby is going to be terrifying.

Sanji: Oh my god, what if the baby eats as much as Luffy?! What's going to happen to me?!

Nami: Guys, calm down, this is important! Our mission is to be positive role-models for the baby once it's born. That way, we can maybe mitigate the effects of the Trafal-Luffy genes. The child can still be normal if we try hard enough.

But once Ola is born, their only concern is "protect Pirate Princess!" The child did not, in fact, turn out normal at all, but they all still love her (and Taiga!) to death.