#stomie

[guyandrebo]

Julie

[bolithesenate]

it's another beautiful Monday in the Mines

and thus we are going to dive right in and present the next Theme Of The Week:

Storm

as always; this theme (and all the previous ones) are open for interpretation for perpetuity or until the Mines themselves collapse (which will never happen, I am sure). Now if you or a loved one have a great idea of what else we could all collectively put our most beloved blorbo Sifo-Dyas through, feel free to hit me or @charmwasjess up and tell us a new theme!

the themes of the past weeks were:

heat wave

comfort

experiment

curse

sensory memory

sniffles

home

happy creating and I can't wait to see what y'all come up with this time :D

[theenemyod]

Sometimes I sort of play out stuff that actually happened to me with Magisterium characters and I think it helps but then it changes my opinion on the characters at least temporarily and it's sort of annoying.

[blueuchuu]

[xoglitterbomb]

Kylie Jenner is a great mommy <3

[mauddeep]

[norvstforthvwickvd]

NEW OC

Name: Stormi Montoya

Age: 31

Date of Birth: October 31, 1992

Height: 5'6

Weight: 125 lbs

Hair: Brunette

Eye color: Brown

Nationality: Latina

Stormi Montoya was born in Las Vegas, Nevada, on October 31st, 1992. Halloween of all things. Stormi's older brother, Hector Montoya, was so happy to have someone to play with. He was three when she was born, and from then on, she was his favorite person. Her mother, Sonya Aruellio, was a school teacher, and her father, Victor Montoya, a contractor. Stormi was an adventurous little girl. Curious. Always willing to learn and discover new things. That never changed as she got older. Stormi would often write about her adventures in her journal and even won a contest in 7th grade for creative writing. She never wrote stories, just what she experienced, what she found, what she saw. Nature was her best friend. Hector often enjoyed going with her. He was so proud of her when she won that award. When Hector was 18, he enlisted into the army. He became Sergeant Montoya pretty quickly, and Stormi always welcomed him home with open arms. Until the soldiers showed up at her door with his uniform and dog tags. Her world came crashing down at that very moment. She still wore those dog tags to this day. Hector's memory was the only thing that kept her going for years after that. She went on to college because she knew her brother would want her to. She graduated with a Master's in creative writing and published her first book at age 25. A memoir. About her brother and her family. Her adventurous spirit never wavered. Stormi still frequently travels to new places, seeking out new adventures for more upcoming books. She now resides with her two german shepherds, Zadie and Ernest, in upstate New York.

[tittysuckersworld]

am i avoiding reading a fic i gotta cause i have blood/medical fears now and have the worst emotional regulation when it comes to angst? mayhapss......

[half-bloodhades-spawn]

Vibe rn

[foxandcatlibrary]

20th Book I Read in 2023

Title: Stomi- Och Tarmopererad

Authors: Eva Persson, Ina Berndtsson & Eva Carlsson

Notes: Inte ett ämne jag läst på om tidigare, så det var mycket ny information här för mig. Gillade boken.

[onlineantiques]

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[lovinglonerhybrid]

Hightide the ghost ship!

If you’ve been in a boat sailing the Atlantic Ocean for long enough you’ll hear stories of all kinds of beasts. From mysterious creatures to crazy sailors there always a good story for stomy wether. But there’s one story that’s passed around only in the worst of storms. The story tells of a ship that only shows up in the worst of squalls lightning reflects off of its gleaming white hull its bright red tower gleaming in low light. Sailors tell of it lifting sinking ships out of the water bracing smaller vessels against crushing waves. Most sailors brush the story off as a myth another tall tail of the sea. But those who have seen it who have been pulled from Mother Natures grasp from certain doom they all carry a small bone in there pockets for the dog who kept them company on the strange ship that saved them. 

[mezzopieno-news]

LE PIANTE PARLANO TRA LORO: LA SCOPERTA GIAPPONESE

Un team di scienziati giapponesi ha scoperto un sistema di comunicazione tra le piante ed è riuscito per la prima volta a registrare foglie che “parlano” tra loro attraverso un linguaggio biologico mai individuato in precedenza.

I ricercatori della Saitama University hanno catturato un processo in cui le piante danneggiate da insetti, predatori o per altri motivi, comunicano con piante non danneggiate fornendo loro segnali di pericolo. Il linguaggio si attiva dopo aver rilevato composti organici volatili che vengono prodotti dalle piante in risposta a danni meccanici o alterazioni improvvise della propria struttura. Questa comunicazione tra le piante avviene attraverso gli stomi, cellule di guardia le cui variazioni di turgore determinano l’apertura e la chiusura dello strato epidermico delle foglie e che protegge le specie limitrofe dalle minacce ambientali, creando comunità che condividono e si scambiano le risposte di difesa. “Abbiamo finalmente svelato l’intricata storia di quando, dove e come le piante rispondono ai ‘messaggi di avvertimento’ aerei dei loro vicini minacciati”, ha detto M. Toyota nello studio pubblicato sulla rivista scientifica Nature. “Questa eterea rete di comunicazione, nascosta alla nostra vista, svolge un ruolo fondamentale nella salvaguardia delle piante vicine da minacce imminenti, in modo tempestivo”.

Le piante comunicano le minacce, aiutando i loro vicini a prepararsi a pericoli simili, non solo utilizzando segnali chimici ma anche segnali elettrici e una rete di radici e funghi sotterranei. Questo complesso sistema permette loro di condividere nutrienti e informazioni, dimostrando una sofisticata forma di interazione e cooperazione nel mondo vegetale.

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Fonte: Nature; Science alert; foto di Johannes Plenio

VERIFICATO ALLA FONTE | Guarda il protocollo di Fact checking delle notizie di Mezzopieno

BUONE NOTIZIE CAMBIANO IL MONDO | Firma la petizione per avere più informazione positiva in giornali e telegiornali

Se trovi utile il nostro lavoro e credi nel principio del giornalismo costruttivo non-profit | sostieni Mezzopieno

[ravennaortiz]

Chapter 4 of the Juice and OC Stormie Rayne story.

Warnings: As always this is an 18+ story. General themes of the show such as violence, drugs, swearing, smut etc. Mention of child abuse, domestic violence, sexual assault/harassment are in some chapters.

*Next Day*

Stormie woke up to sunshine peeking through the curtains in her brothers guest room. This was probably the best nights sleep she'd had in years. Feeling safe really could do wonders for a person she thought to herself as she stretched her arms. As she did so her gaze fell to the empty space in the bed where her daughter should have been. Stormie tried to stop the panic rising and be rational but she couldn't as she darted out of the room.

"Are you okay?" asked Half-Sack as Stormie ran into him as he stepped out of the bathroom. "Isabella is missing" explained Stormie panic making her voice high pitched. Half-Sacks brow furrowed in confusion as he knew for a fact Isabella was in the living room where he left her with Juice. "She's not. She is with Juice in the living room" soothed Half-Sack as he held her in place gently. "You left her alone with him?" snapped Stormie her panic turning to anger as she struggled to get away. "Juice wouldn't hurt her. You don't have to be in survival/ protective mode all the time now Storm. I'm serious. No one in the club will hurt either of you or let you get hurt." explained Half-Sack as he held eye contact with her.

Stormie tried to calm herself as she listened to her brothers words. "Its.....hard" stated Stormie as tears prickled at her eyes. "I promise you it will get easier. You gotta trust me" replied Half-Sack as he pulled her in for a hug.

***

"Mommy!" shouted Isabella as she saw Stormie and Half-Sack walk in to the living room. "SpongeBob is on" she added as she pointed her spoon of cereal at the TV before going back to watching it. Stormie had to smile at how relaxed her little girl looked sitting next to the mohawked biker both intently watching the TV as they ate cereal. "Morning Stormie" called Juice as he glanced quickly over shooting her what seemed to be a signature smile. "See. All good" whispered Half-Sack as he moved to sit back in his chair. Stormie considered the scene for a moment before moving over to the couch and sitting on Juices other side hugging her legs close to her chest.

The four of them spent the next hour watching TV in a comfortable silence when a knock came at the door. Half-Sack got up and opened the door to Gemma. "Morning guys. I thought I would pop over and see if I could steal Isabella for the day?" questioned Gemma as she looked at Stormie. "Umm" started Stormie unsure about the idea. "Mommas deserve a little freedom hunny, trust me. Clay and Tig will be with us so no need to worry. Anyways this will let you go get the rest of your stuff from back home" stated Gemma her tone making it clear she wouldn't except any answer but yes. "Okay" replied Stormie as she nodded her head.

****

The tension rolling off Stormie was thick as she walked though what used to be her home. She never thought she would set foot back in this place let alone with her brother and two of his friends. Chibs and Juice had volunteered to join them for backup if it was needed. She felt weirdly embarrassed as she looked over the normal mess and then the obvious mess of a home invasion as she made her way to her room to get things. She had already packed the rest of Isabella's things and random bits from the rest of the house which the guys were loading up in the van.

"You okay" asked Juice quietly as he stood in the doorway of her bedroom watching how she had herself plastered to the far wall as she looked at her bed with tears. "Its stupid" muttered Stormie as she wiped at her eyes as she tried to will herself to just gather her things. "I....I'm afraid...of the underside of the bed. Like... a monster.....under....it" struggled to explain Stomie as she flushed with embarrassment. Juice nodded as he walked in the room a bit. "Well, let me take a look for you." he offered as he knelt down on the floor and lifted the covers to look under it. "You" started Stormie feeling bad he was on the floor but a shook of his head stopped her.

"All clear" stated Juice as he looked up at Stormie. "Thanks" stated Stormie as she offered a tentative smile before taking a breath and stepping forward to grab a bag on her bed and moving to her closet to grab things. Juice went to head out when Stormie turned to him. "Would you mind waiting while I gather my things? I don't like being in here alone" questioned Stormie as she bit her lip nervously as her eyes darted quickly to the blood stains still on the floor and walls. "Of course" replied Juice as he looked back at her.

An hour later the group was back on the road. Stormie watched as the sun set while they made their way back to her new home. She was ready to start living and not be in constant survival mode.

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[dapper-lil-arts]

Bonnie goth era imminent lol

big stomy boots. lotsa straps. fishnets. eyeliner. spiked collars. leather. tight black dresses. all that on the same girl you know and love

[norvstforthvwickvd]

@sah1x1s

It wasn't often that Stormi was out this early in the morning. Let alone in a coffee shop. It was 6:30 in the morning, and she was sitting in a local coffee shop in the back corner. She usually just sits and writes on her porch with her coffee, but... she was out of coffee. And she was the kind of person who couldn't function without it so, here she was at 6:30 in the morning, in a coffee shop with her laptop. Hair in a messy bun, her glasses and her gray cardigan.

Typical outfit for a writer, huh? She even had to laugh at herself when she passed by the window on her way in.