#silk floss tree

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[manessha545]

Toborochi Tree, Bolivia: The toborochi tree is an emblematic icon of Santa Cruz de la Sierra, Bolivia. it is present in its coat of arms (granted by the King of Spain Don Felipe IV in 1636). It is a symbol of the hospitality of its people, as indigenous people used to take refuge in the hollow trunks of the toborochi... Ceiba speciosa, the floss silk tree is a species of deciduous tree that is native to the tropical and subtropical forests of South America. In Bolivia, it is called toborochi, meaning "tree of refuge" or "sheltering tree. Wikipedia

[helluvatimes]

A Deciduous Beauty

The crowning beauty of a Silk Floss Tree (Ceiba speciosa) looking great after the rain by the Marina Bay. Photo credit: Jonathan Chua.

[cactguy]

Ceiba speciosa | Silk floss tree

The Huntington, California

The natural habitat of the floss silk tree is in the northeast of Argentina, east of Bolivia, Paraguay, Uruguay, and southern Brazil. It is resistant to drought and moderate cold. It grows fast in spurts when water is available and sometimes reaches more than 80 feet in height. Its trunk is bottle-shaped, generally bulging in its lower third, measuring up to 7 feet in girth. The trunk is studded with thick, sharp conical prickles that deter animals from climbing.

In younger trees, the trunk is green due to its high chlorophyll content, which makes it capable of performing photosynthesis when leaves are absent; with age it turns to gray.

As a deciduous tree, it is completely bare of leaves and flowers during the winter months, especially when growing outside of its native South American habitat.

[faguscarolinensis]

Ceiba speciosa / Floss Silk Tree at the Peace River Botanical & Sculpture Gardens in Punta Gorda, FL

[girlactionfigure]

This tree is so cool. I don’t know what it is but it has a fat tummy with warty thorns on its belly and arms. Then it has plump tree testicles that grow from it - but these seem to burst into flamboyant cotton candy bollocks.

leekern13

[demilypyro]

Is it ok for us to show you cool trees? If so check out the floss silk tree (Ceiba speciosa), it has pretty flowers and it's covered in thorns

Woah that's freaking wild I love that. I wonder what the evolutionary advantage is. Probably to keep animals away, same as cacti? But trees tend to actively benefit from animals so I wonder

[f4unlette]

𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝑡𝑖𝑝𝑠

꒰ some of my personal tips and some other things that i’d like to try. will be adding more to the list soon ♡ ꒱

𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑒:

⌗ brewer's yeast and zinc supplements for healthy hair, skin and nails

⌗ magnesium and sea moss supplements for fatigue, anxiety, stress, muscle and sleep regulation, migraines and blood sugar and pressure regulation

⌗ psyllium husk for constipation/ibs

⌗ vitamin c supplements for boosting collagen production, regulating boood pressure and boosting immunity

⌗ tiger balm for sore muscles, stomach aches and headaches

𝑑𝑖𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑚:

⌗ magnesium and psyllium husk supplements to promote smoother bowel movements

⌗ yoga and stretching, as well as debloating exercises

⌗ renew life’s 3 day detox/body cleansing pills for a total body reset

⌗ stool softeners over laxatives

⌗ 2l of water daily/minimum and avoiding carbonated drinks

⌗ focusing on consuming fiber rich foods rather than protein

𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑠:

⌗ chamomile, fenugreek and mallow tea for acne and inflammation

⌗ green tea after every meal to avoid bloating

⌗ cardamom or clove and cinnamon stick tea for body cleansing and avoiding foul body odor

⌗ lemon ginger shots to promote gut cleansing

⌗ lemon, strawberry and cucumber water for clearer skin

⌗ daily detox smoothies

⌗ jujube tea for glowy skin and period cramp relief — from uraveragemillenial on tiktok

⌗ pear, rock sugar and moss drink — from crystaldao111 on tiktok

𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒:

⌗ turmeric soap for dark spots and exfoliation

⌗ pink vaseline as a lip sleeping mask

⌗ vitamin c oil for scars and wrinkles

⌗ rose water as toner

⌗ la roche posay cicaplast baume b5+ for and tattoo care, acne scars, pimples and other skin inflammations

⌗ panoxyl for skin texture

⌗ tretinoin and gua sha for smile lines

⌗ facial lymphatic drainage for face puffiness

⌗ eating black seed oil to clear up acne

⌗ qasil powder for acne

⌗ moroccan beauty secrets — from zawinamorocco on tiktok

𝘩𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒:

⌗ amla hair oil for rapid hair growth

⌗ nettle shampoo mixed with a few drops of rosemary essential oil for oily roots and hair growth

⌗ tsubaki royal jelly and camelia oil conditioner and hair mask for soft hair

⌗ jojoba oil heat protectant cream for hair mids and ends before blow drying

⌗ argan oil for healthy and shiny hair ends

⌗ going to sleep the day before hair washing day in a loose braid after applying argan oil throughout hair mids and ends and with a silk bonnet on

⌗ trimming spit ends at home with a good pair of scissors

⌗ avoiding tight hair ties and opting for silk scrunchies

⌗ heatless curls > hair curlers

⌗ direct hair dye > box dye

note: i have type 1a (straight, thin and low porosity) hair, so these listed products may not be adequate for many people

𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒:

⌗ dove original soap and turkish exfoliating bath glove for soft skin

⌗ whipped shea butter with coconut oil for soft skin and hydrated cuticles

⌗ the ordinary glycolic acid for hyperpigmented underarms, elbow and knee ditches and oily hair roots

⌗ roll on deodorant followed by spray deodorant

⌗ johnson’s baby powder as dusting powder to lock in moisture from moisturizing cream

⌗ cuticle trimming every week, as well as nail filing and nail polish application using pink transparent nail polish (don’t forget toenails)

⌗ soaking hand nails in olive oil for 10 minutes to avoid them from peeling and breaking whilst promoting cuticle hydration

⌗ hand exercises for slimmer fingers

⌗ cleaning behind ears and piercing holes with saline solution every day

⌗ foot care by trimming toenails, scraping dead skin off, moisturizing feet and applying tea tree oil in case of fungi

⌗ couto toothpaste (pasta dentrífica), teeth flossing, tongue scraping and mint mouthwash with no alcohol for good dental and oral hygiene

𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑢𝑝 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑢𝑚𝑒:

⌗ brown mascara > black mascara

⌗ lightly applying vaseline on eyelashes and also using it as eyebrow gel

⌗ rubbing vaseline on skin before applying perfume to make it last longer

⌗ spraying body mist on clothes

⌗ fresh fruity perfume: spring and summer. woody, aromatic and deep gourmand: autumn and winter

⌗ caravan, éclat and equivalenza perfume and body mists are great and affordable dupes for expensive fragrances

⌗ perfume oil on wrists and neck

𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑠:

⌗ pilates exercises from nikola’s pilates, shirlyn kim, move with nicole, lilly sabri, pamela reif

⌗ rosie graham’s 30 day challenge

⌗ k-pop workouts, especially kazuha’s workout from lesserafim

⌗ just dance

⌗ walking and jogging

⌗ jump rope

⌗ bicycling

⌗ badminton and handball

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drive in

frankie morales x f!reader | 3.1k

warnings/tags: date night, drive in movie, making out, domestic, they’re so in love your honour, frankie in that denim shirt. (cont. under the cut)

cont. warnings/tags: brief daddy kink, pregnancy kink??, pregnant sex, missionary, breast play, biting, hair pulling, pwp, praise kink, creampies for the win, aftercare. disclaimer: ive never done the do while pregnant so my apologies if there are any inaccuracies!!! summary: Maybe he’s just in love, but he thinks pregnancy has made you even more beautiful.  a/n: i love him he’s the bestest 

Sunday night. Date night. Frankie had suggested the local drive-in as he nosed along your hairline - murmuring the words into your hair as your hand stroked the bare skin of his shoulder in the early hours of that morning. The warm width of his hand splayed across the curve of your swollen tummy. His nose nestled in the crook of your shoulder as he mouthed gently at the soft, warm skin beneath your ear. Pressing a firm kiss there and grinning at the happy sound you made as you nodded sleepily to his question. 

***

You’re curled into his shoulder, your head resting in the crook of his neck. Frankie licks his lips - tasting the sugar on the air. Sweet and thick. Candy floss and beer - sticky sugared popcorn and caramel apples. His hand grips the soft flesh of your thigh, thumb absentmindedly stroking gently at your skin. 

They’re playing some old black and white movie tonight - the woman in pearls and black silk and he with his dark hair and dark eyes and charming smile. 

You glance over at Frankie - a small smile tugging at your lips and he looks back at you. Returns the smile and leans over to kiss you, his big hand cupping the soft curve of your cheek. Your mouth is sticky and sweet with candied apple and syrup and he licks his lips when he pulls away and pecks your nose. A swell of love blooms warm in your chest and you grin at him - a giggle rising in your chest - soft and girlish and altogether adorable. 

He’s lovely tonight. In his worn denim shirt, his Standard Oil cap pulled low over the dark mess of his curls. Flecks of yellow and white paint still stubbornly clinging to the worn material despite the two washes he’d put it through after painting the baby’s room. He scrapes a hand over his beard and reaches over to squeeze your hand. 

“How’s the movie?” He smiles, watching you watch him from the corner of his eye. You blink at him. 

There’s a soft chuckle and you blink. Quietly reply, “Good. Great. It’s… um. Very nice.”

It pulls a laugh from him and he brings your hand to his mouth, pressing a tickly kiss to your knuckles. 

***

There’s the low timbre of Sinatra crackling through the radio as Frankie drives home, one hand loosely wrapped around the wheel, while the other is curled around your fingers, absentmindedly thumbing the gold band around your ring finger. 

When he glances at you from the corner of his eye, you’re glowing. 

Maybe he’s just in love, but he thinks pregnancy has made you even more beautiful. It’s a full moon and the liquid silver light of it clings to your skin - the apples of your cheeks - and has moonlight lingering at the edges of your lashes. It’s like the moon herself has seeped into you, there in your smile and the irises of your eyes, your laughter, each touch of your fingertips to his skin. 

Then you turn your head to catch the North Star peeking between the trees, and his breath catches in his throat. His hand tightens around the wheel. 

The sleeve of your sundress has slipped down your shoulder. Your bare skin revealed to him and he can’t look away. The peaks at the soft swell of your breasts pebbling at the breeze through the rolled down window because you’d complained you were too sore to wear a bra, the plush of your lips still swollen with sour lemonade and the salt of popcorn, your pregnant tummy - swollen and soft and warm when he reaches over without a thought and rests his palm atop it, smoothing his thumb over your skin. 

Your hand wraps around the thick of his forearm and you stroke gently at the soft skin of his inner wrist with your thumb. Still looking at the stars, you make a soft, pleased sound at his touch and he has to breathe out hard through his nose to focus on the road. 

***

Frankie waits for the shape of their home to come into view before the engine rumbles slowly to quiet and he reaches for you - his eyes hooded and soft. His hand cradles the curve of your jaw as he brings you to him, opening his mouth over yours and licking into the wet cup of your mouth. 

It’s apple pie and sugar and the sweet bite of peaches. He groans low and pleased into your mouth and nips at the plush of your lower lip. It pulls a keening sound from your throat and you exhale slowly into his neck before pressing a wet, open-mouthed kiss to his pulse and whispering softly in his ear, “Frankie,” like you don’t know what’s made him so hot and bothered. 

He closes his teeth lightly around your bottom lip and groans. Swipes his thumb over his spit shining there and whispers, “You don’t even know what you do to me, do you?”

You blink up at him, resting a hand on his cheek. Your lashes lower and you close your teeth gently around his thumb. “Why don’t you show me?” You ask him, a smile on your lips. You bring your mouth to his ear, your voice going low and suggestive as you whisper. “Make me feel good, baby. Show me what I do to you.” 

Frankie makes a flustered little noise in the back of his throat and grips the soft weight of your aching breasts in his hands - dragging his lips over your cheek and down your neck. Opening the wet heat of his mouth over your hot skin to suck in soft, slow pulses - a cheeky nip of his teeth before he’s drawing back and running his tongue over his lips. His mouth splitting in a grin as he looks up at you from beneath the dark fan of his lashes - at the dazed sheen across your eyes. Your eyes are caught on the soft plush of his pink lips when he smiles up at you - languid and lazy and slow. 

“Inside, baby.”

***

He kicks the door closed behind him and presses you up against it, mouthing at your neck and nipping at the swell of your breasts, your hip and thighs. Gripping the edge of your panties between his teeth and letting them snap against your skin - just to hear the shocked little gasp of his name. He grins to himself and cradles your thigh, kissing your bare skin then standing again to bring you to him in a slow kiss. 

He toes off his boots and kicks them to where the door must be. Lets you tug him to the bedroom as he tosses the car keys over his shoulder, not waiting to hear the clink of them landing on the kitchen island before you grin back at him, over your shoulder and making him trip over his feet. 

On the bed, it’s all wandering hands and slow hips until your sundress is on the floor with his jeans and boxers, and his shirt is half unbuttoned, your fingers fumbling with the buttons while Frankie tries to distract you with his mouth. Impatience and need thrum inside him and he gently nudges your hands away with a fond smile. 

“C’mere,” he murmurs and tugs you close with a big hand gripping your ass and the other curling around the soft curve of your hip. He settles you across his thighs - on top baby c’mon - tips his chin up to kiss you again, licking into your mouth - lemme taste you honey. 

He spreads the soft of your thighs around his hips and settles a hand underneath the swell of your breast, the other splayed across your spine to guide the slow, rolling movements of your hips as you grind against him. 

He’s sliding against you, the head of his cock bumping your clit and it makes you throw your head back, whining at the back of your throat. You look so beautiful Frankie’s having a hard time thinking straight between the soft noises you’re making and each slick pass of his cock through your legs. 

He grips the back of your neck, pulling your face to him to murmur into your mouth. “Lie back, babe. Wanna be inside you, feel that tight little pussy ‘round my cock.” 

He says it with a smirk, knowing how it’ll affect you and it does. 

A hot exhale of air leaves your mouth and he swallows your startled yelp as he pushes you onto your back, hooking his hands under your knees and fitting his hips between your legs. It makes you smile, his triumphant little snicker, and you kiss him, straining your neck to meet his mouth. 

He pulls back too soon, hushing your whine with a soft smile. “Here, lemme get a pillow under you. Read somewhere it’s meant to help. Make it better for you.” 

It makes you smile. Resting a hand on his chest as he reaches for a spare pillow, fluffing it up before he sits back to ease it underneath you. “You’ve been reading up on how to have good sex while pregnant?”

He chuckles. “Of course, can’t leave my beautiful woman unsatisfied, can I?” He adjusts the pillow a little, checking with you to make sure it feels right. “How’s that feel?” 

“Good, babe,” you murmur. “So hot of you to research this, by the way. Might be the sexiest thing you’ve ever done for me.” 

“Oh yeah?” He teases, grinning down at you as he settles himself between your legs again, smoothing a hand up your thigh. “Can’t think of anything else?”

“Uh huh,” you reply, distracted as you reach for him.

Your hand circles his cock in your palm and you tug slow and tight, touching at his slit and hooking a leg around his waist to bring him closer when he groans and covers your hand in his. He bows his head and drags his nose across your cheek before his mouth is by your ear. 

“Fuck, babe. You want it?” He breathes, his voice tinged with desperation. “Yeah? Want daddy’s cock?” 

It makes heat lick down your spine and your mouth falls open on a low moan, lips brushing his. 

“Fuck - yes, Frankie - please, please—” 

He hooks your thigh over his hip, squeezing there gently. Reaching down to guide his cock into you, eyes locked on your face to watch your expression pinch with a whine. He draws back then pushes forward again, his chest heaving when you whimper, a hand knotted in his curls. 

It’s slow, but he’s patient - pulling back an inch then giving you two - thrusting in slow, steady movements that work his cock into the tight, sucking clutch of your cunt. He keeps your mouth against his the entire time - his hand on the back of your neck, cradling your cheek in his palm - breathing hot, low moans into you every time your hips meet. 

Your nails scrape down the nape of his neck, digging into the collar of his shirt. Tugging gently at his dark curls and drawing back to watch his brows pinch - your eyes hooded and soft and it’s so unbearably lovely that the words die in his throat. All he can do is sigh into your mouth, his tongue thrusting behind your teeth until he can taste sugar and the sweet bite of apple pie. 

He could kiss you forever. Feels his chest swell with peace knowing that he can when he feels the smooth metal of your ring against his cheek as you brush your thumb over his cheekbone. 

He makes love to you slow, guiding your arms around his shoulders, a hand in his hair, the other beside your head, his fingers threaded through yours. 

His pelvis grinds against your clit like this, with the deep, steady thrusts of his hips. It makes pleasure spark in your belly, twisting into something hot and delicious. Has your toes curling and your eyes at half-mast, brows pinching at a particularly deep thrust. 

Frankie feels the air shift, feels the breathless uh uh uh of your moans climb higher. He feels your back beginning to arch, your moans becoming incoherent, and changes his rhythm, hearing the schlap schlap schlap of his hips meeting the backs of your thighs with how wet you are. 

Every punch of his cock sends lightning down your spine. You’re sweating, your skin slick against Frankie’s when he leans over your belly to kiss you, his hips still keeping their urgent rhythm. 

His arms are burning from holding himself up to kiss you and sweat is gathering at the small of his back, soaking his shirt but he can barely think beyond the sound you make when he shifts his weight to one arm to pinch at your nipple, soothing the ache with the wet heat of his mouth, his beard scraping your sensitive skin. 

His hips shift a little to hit the spot that makes you whimper into his ear, has your fingers tightening in his hair. His hand leaves your hip to squeeze between your bodies. He finds your clit and rubs in time with the thrust of his hips, and it takes everything in him not to come when you gasp his name, a hand gripping his shirt collar in the tight clutch of your fist while the other tugs hard at his hair. 

The pain lights a line of gunpowder down his spine, has his hips faltering despite your cries of just like that frankie that’s so good baby. 

“Like that?” He asks, his voice gone thick. “Want you to feel so good, baby, want you to cum for me, yeah?” 

You’re nodding frantically, eyes wide like you don’t want to miss a second of watching him fuck you, dark hair falling over his face, brown eyes burning with love, his lips bitten pink and slick with spit. 

He’s gorgeous. You can’t take your eyes off him, even as your orgasm begins to crest. 

“Gonna - fuck - gonna cum, Frankie, so close - feels so good, baby—”

It hits you just as his mouth crashes into yours, his tongue licking into you, swallowing your broken cry as you cum. Your body flushes warm with heat, pleasure tingling down to the tips of your fingers, exploding in your belly. 

Frankie grunts, faltering at the pressure of your cunt locking up around him, huffing, “‘M close, ‘m gonna - gonna cum inside, baby - fill you up,” through gritted teeth. 

“Yes,” you gasp, locking your legs around him as best you can, trying to draw him in even closer. “Want you inside, Frankie - give it to me, fuck—” 

His hand splays across your tummy and he shoves his face into your neck, trying to muffle the breathless whine of your name that leaves him when you squeeze around his cock. 

His blunt fingernails are digging into the soft flesh of your hips, holding you to him as his cock twitches, spilling hot cum inside you that you can already feel leaking out around him. He shudders as he cums, shoulders drawn tight and teeth scraping your neck as he gasps your name, breathless. 

He lingers there a while. Panting softly into the balmy skin of your shoulder, brushing his mouth over your chest in light, distracted kisses as he comes down. He rests his forehead against your sternum, his soft hair tickling under your chin as you curl your hand around the back of his neck, rubbing lightly with the pads of your fingers. He hums, pleased, the sound long and slow before beginning to extricate himself from you, releasing your hips, smoothing the backs of his fingers over them as he lifts his head, giving you a quick kiss. 

You’re reluctant to let him go, making a soft noise of discomfort when he pulls out to grab a towel and run it under the tap. He cleans you quietly, wiping the sweat and his cum from your body with gentle motions, the cool cotton soothing your heated skin. 

Frankie pecks your cheek when he leaves to toss it, smoothing a hand over your forehead to brush back the baby hairs plastered to your skin. He brings you one of his old t-shirts, helping you tug it over your head and slipping a pair of his boxers up your legs as your eyelids begin to droop. He pulls on a pair himself, tossing his socks at the foot of the bed. 

The bed dips and creaks a little as he crawls to you, pulling some other worn band t-shirt over his head and smiling fondly when you reach for him. Curling close and fitting a leg between his. 

The window next to his side of the bed is cracked open an inch, letting in warm, summer air that catches on the sweat at the back of his neck where his hair has gone curly and thick. You tug your fingers through it fondly, smiling at him with emotion shining in your eyes. Shuffling forward an inch to kiss him. 

“Love you,” you whisper quietly, like you don’t want to break the quiet that has settled around the two of you. He murmurs it back to you; slow and breathless like he’s forgotten how to speak and smiles tiredly at your soft, endeared giggle - a hand reaching up to push a few strands of hair from your cheek. 

You run the backs of your fingers over his shoulder, kneading gently as his eyes flutter closed for a moment. Feeling any tension still locked in his spine release at the slow, steady movements of your hand. 

He brings it to his cheek, nuzzling your palm and feeling your thumb stroke down his cheekbone. Covers your hand in his and rubs his thumb over the gold band around your finger, raising your hand to his mouth to press a kiss to it, devotion shining in his eyes as he looks up at you, at the naked emotion on your face that feels infinitely more intimate than the sex. 

He tucks his head into your neck, gone shy at the adoration burning in your eyes, pressing a tickly kiss there and murmuring, “Sleep, baby. I got you.”

You close your eyes, breathing in and exhaling deeply, soothed to sleep by his steady heartbeat against your cheek and the slow rhythm of his thumb rubbing circles into your skin.

[abhorrent-apis]

A silk floss tree! I recoloured the original I took a few days ago. It’s seed pods look like puffy silk threads across the tree while its trunk is covered with these eye catching and very sharp thorns ☺️

[tropic-havens]

Silk Floss tree (Ceiba speciosa) flower on a rainy day

[crudlynaturephotos]

[sp00ntaneous]

'ORC' wooden spoon carved from the thorny Silk Floss tree.

[helluvatimes]

The Drunken Tree

The Ceiba insignis or white floss silk tree flowering profusely in the conservatory. Photo credit: Jonathan Chua.

Interestingly, this tree apparently is also known as the Drunken Tree. In the wild, its flowers would’ve drawn bees, butterflies, sun birds and even monkeys to their sweet nectar. In this conservatory however, it would be sustaining one particular sun bird that had somehow got itself trapped in here.

[somediyprojects]

Winter Hare stitched by Kim Fiack. Pattern from the Holiday in the Forest Collection by Nora Corbett.

“My Mom fell in love with this pattern and bought it and asked me to make it for her. This is the completed stitching. A lot of firsts for me on this one. First time stitching on linen...which I won't do again lol, first time using silk floss - the trees, and first time using the wispy fur floss. I'm loving how it turned out...and my Mom love, love, loves it ❤ 💗”