#nature whisperers

[bryonyashaw]

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𝐖𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐖𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜. 𝐖𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐖𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦.  𝐖𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐘𝐞𝐬, 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐬, 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.

𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐥: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞. 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝 - 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭. 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞! 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞.

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬; 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲.

𝐑𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐨 𝐄𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, “𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭.” 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐮𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐲 - 𝐰𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 (𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞) 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐞. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐰𝐞’𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛: “𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬.”

[happyheidi]

cats of studio ghibli ♡ x

[floridalongneck]

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Cake 🍰 world ! ! !

Bounce baby ! Bounce!

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[seabeck]

In the pines

[brewed-pangolin]

MDNI 18+

Expert horseman John MacTavish, who has a very hands-on teaching style and makes you ride the saddle in front of him for post trotting exercises.

His thick frame pressed up against your back. Hands gentle yet firm on your waist as be guides your body to rise and fall with the rhythmic movement of the mares trotting gate.

"Tha's it, bonnie. Watch 'er. Feel 'er as she moves." His instruction's smooth, deliberate. Breath soft and warm along the edge of your neck.

"Ya got it, lass. Up on th'diagonal. Jus' like tha'."

"Eyes forward. Let 'er guide ya."

Your fingers wrapped tightly around the taut weathered reigns. Textured leather broken seamlessly at the seams sliding along your palms. And his expert hands directing the ebb and flow of your hips as the chestnut mare trotted effortlessly within the fields of wheat.

-

And as a reward for your continued equine education, your Scottish horse master gifted you with a private lesson in riding a more able-bodied and robust saddle.

Leather reigns replaced with thick clumps of hair that adorned the broad plateau of his chest. Rolling your hips in tandem with his upward thrust, mirroring the diagonal rhythm you perfected only hours ago.

"Tha's it, hen. Move wit me. Jus' like I taught ya."

The rumbling growl in his voice only accentuated the overwhelming sensation of him beneath you. Feeling him pulse within your silken walls, his hands on your hips as he guided you to bounce without restraint on his throbbing cock.

"Faster, John. I wanna go faster." You pleaded. Breathless and breathtaking while riding him.

"No-,not yet," he retorted. Jaw clenched, caging a moan within his throat, panting as he continued.

"Got'a master-, the trot before you move-, to the canter."

"Then teach me, John. Please."

"Aye. I will," he grunted. Lifting your hips as he vigorously bucked up into your cunt.

"Gonnae teach ya so good, hen. Make ya mine. Make ya me-, highland rodeo queen."

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[raceweek]

lando alex and charles on the f1 post race show

[winternymphaea]

'pillars of light' photographs by jonna jinton

[campesine-moved]

[elizabugz]

[somos-deseos]

#Naturaleza Relajante

[aroaceleovaldez]

once again thinking about the worldbuilding in the riordanverse of "names are power" / "belief is power."

The Tri were only able to become immortal through convincing enough people to worship them that it became true. Monsters and immortals only exist through continued belief, and if enough people believe that they're dead or gone then it becomes true, like Pan. Their varied forms exist and manifest as they're believed in and called upon. Names call attention and epithets summon aspects. They're acknowledgement. Belief. Putting a name to a concept creates it as an individual.

And that's so fascinating when you start applying it to demigods. How much of their abilities are based on belief in themselves, in expectations of each other, in their parents' expectations of them? We've seen mortal figures who became immortal in some form or another because they were remembered. Even the lares - ancestral house gods, who persist because they're remembered. They have a legacy.

At what point does a demigod achieve that status? Rumors and whispers about them so persistent that they slowly become true. "I heard that Jason Grace is the son of two gods, does that make him a god?" "I heard Percy Jackson defeated a titan single-handedly. That he can create hurricanes without breaking a sweat. That he can control blood." After awhile, after enough rumors, does it become impossible to tell where they end and the legends begin? Isn't that what being a demigod is; half-legend?

[punkitt-is-here]

fanart i did of @vyl3tpwny's album, fish whisperer! it's my fav album i think ever basically so it felt right to do something for its anniversary. i really wanted to emulate the feeling that AstroEden's work gives me so I tried a couple of new things I've been tossing around in my head before.

[omvimo]

brainrot isn’t enough i need to rip them apart and dissect them

[themadghiblilover]

my favorite <3

[oifaaa]

The lazarus pit actually does effect Jason and whispers at him just not how people think it does it actually tells him he needs to calm the fuck down and drink some water and maybe stop cutting off people's heads bc that's kinda gross

[lavenderyulu]

fuck you *alola-ifies your Friede*