#thoughts on edibles

[freesia-writes]

Do y’all think Dee Bradley Baker has ever ventured onto tumblr cause someone told him there’s a bunch of crazy clone simps here, and he scrolls for about two minutes and is just like…

[vepppy]

guiding key ✨

[tojisun]

sun, i am on my knees begging while typing rn. PLEASEEEEEE HURT DBF!SIMON BACK. he has hurt reader and gotten away with it tooooo many times

im kinda zooted rn but

beg more, sweet thing.

okok but im feeling mean rn and i do want simon to start regretting. i wonder if it’ll take seeing john price treating his girl right for him to snap out of it. imagine if he got blindsided. if simon assumed that you would never look for affection somewhere else, not because you’re unlovable—dear gods, you are the perfect girl—but because what you needed was someone like simon. someone older, someone who provides for you, who spoils you. but simon got complacent. he thought that sprinkles of affection are enough.

but they aren’t, are they? yes, the thrill had been addicting but you’ve gotten too soft. too in love. you’ve forgotten that this should have been temporary, forgotten that simon isn’t one for commitment. you thought you would continue to be trapped in that endless cycle of eating the scraps of simon’s affection; living off of a passion that gets easily snuffed out.

then, john came along. beautiful and rugged and ‘old man’ john. john whose eyes are a storm as they gazed at you; whose hands have never strayed closer, only swiping your hair away or drying the tears staining your cheeks; whose words are short and curt but gentle and soft, and you realized that the timbre of his voice fills you up with want.

john who strapped his helmet on yours and plopped you on the back of his harley before dropping you off at your dorm. john who didn’t ask for anything—not your number, not a chance to climb up with you to your room. he did not even ask if you were going to be alright—john knew you wouldn’t be, and he rather stay silent than ask you to lie to him.

you felt so out of your element as you stood there, trembling, looking at him.

“i-…thank you,” you said.

john said don’t worry about it. said don’t forget to drink lots of water because crying can cause dehydration, and don’t forget to grab a chew because he heard your stomach grumble on the ride home. you don’t tell him that you are starved for something else so you nod and climb upstairs to your room, thinking that was the last you would see john.

but john isn’t the type to let what he loves slip from his grasp so he began to fill your days. he’s always there when simon can’t—doesn’t—come, filling up the hole in your heart one fragment at a time. always there to distract you from the yawning in your chest. always there to listen to you, to watch you, to spoil you.

he smells of ozone and burnt rubber and petrol. he has weary lines on his face and unimaginable exhaustion buried within his irises. he has scars on his palms and his forearms and on his knees. and yet, he is gorgeous to you. so gorgeous.

john’s the one who tells you he loves you first. you don’t say it back. not yet. he understands.

then, simon confronts him. asks what he’s doing with you; why is he driving you around in his harley; why is he picking you up from uni.

why is he putting a wedge between you and simon?

john downs his bourbon and rumbles, “cause i love her.”

and simon fumbles because—

[krembruleed]

my three girlfriends.

And yes, they smoke weed.

[jade-of-mourning]

they were all kinda squishy at the start

[revenantghost]

REM'S A BIG FAT LIAR

[just-your-average-cryptid]

most of us have heard of the red car game. you’re on a road trip, you’re bored, you start looking for red cars to do something.

and then they’re everywhere. you notice them nearly every few minutes.

there aren’t suddenly more red cars now, of course. you were seeing them already, but you weren’t noticing. you weren’t looking.

I am noticing things.

there is a plant I notice everywhere now, a small bushy plant in suburbs, along streets, by shops on the highways. dwarf umbrella bush is what the internet tells me when I look for it’s name. I did this because I wanted to know why,

every time I ever saw it, every place,

it was always dying. always the leaves turning yellow, the branches small and scraggly. inside out - nitrogen deficiency. their soil drained.

I am noticing how many of these landscaping plants are yellowing, how small and sickly they look in just a few years. I am noticing how often the grass outside the house is replaced when it once again turns brown and dry, how the type never changes and the cycle starts again. I am noticing how the unmowed, unkempt spaces on lakesides and roadsides look more alive than this. how the preserve I grew up next to was miles of “messy” unmanicured nature and the ground was covered in leaves instead of grass and there was life.

I am noticing the birds that come by the lake. there was a flash of blue wings and red chest - eastern bluebird, male, relatively common. I had never seen one before. there is a family of ducks that appear every spring; i cannot say if it’s successive generations or different ducks, but I can always look forward to ducklings. there are little brown birds with white heads whose names I do not know - are they some kind of piper? why don’t I already know?

why is it so hard to learn about my native plants (accurately, that is)? why are so many gardening sites littered with people who think a plants value is based on how pretty or useful it is to them, who think a tree shedding leaves is “messy”?

why is knowing about the world we live in so… odd? why is it a hobby and not vital knowledge? I learned about polar equations. I taught myself about mycorrhizal networks and species of insects.

(did you know there are shiny green bees? a special species of wasp pollinating figs? that white flowers bloom at night for moths? do you know? have you looked?)

I cannot look at a lawn and see life anymore. it is a wasteland, devoid of life, dying slowly itself. everywhere is grass, grass, doused in water that runs over into storm drains, soaked in fertilizer and pesticides and a hundred other poisons and sending one clear message:

this is a place of death. life is not welcome here.

I do not think I could live in a city. too loud, yes, too busy, yes, too many people, yes, but the plants would bother me. a tree allotted only a convenient square, surrounded by dead stone and metal.

a forest cleared for this, for burning asphalt streets and racing cars and shops whose bathrooms are “for paying customers only”.

this is a place of death. life is not welcome here.

and now I am noticing.

[imadhatt3r]

The biggest news story of today in Poland is this woman on twitter who found a frog with a broken leg when she was coming home drunk a few days ago. She took it home, found someone willing to drive it half across country to someone who knows frog medicine, the frog was kept for a few days to let it heal and was released back into the wild.

And it's a cute story, right? Of course, but the absolute best part of it is that it gave us this photo

(The splint is made of an energy drink can 😭)

(Source)

[subtle-as-an-earthquake]

"Fuckin' summertime makes promises..." [x]

[koifsssh]

some drawings i particular love from the whiteboard i hosted!

wallys... many wallys...

many drawings indeed! i was so delighted to see so many of You there! it simply warms my heart! I'll try to note all of the artists there, so im so sorry if one of you is missed!

i (again!) particularly like these drawings from @kamiiiii ! Wally's simply adorable, bwah!!! (do give her some love once you have the chance!)

very silly indeed...

ohhh Milkyway... my beloved Milkyway... perhaps i will explain them at some other time, but just know they are nestled into my heart!

(hehe art credits to @thatthirstyweirdo ! you'll probably see her around a lot i feel... you could say our arms are linked at the moment! bwahaha!)

some rainy's as well! as well as maverick's! they are very silly together i think

some oc interactions as well! i quite like playing dolls, so i have to say thank you to @chimeracarnival & @justmwahstruly !

ehehe as well as @theknifeclown and @cutepotatook !

(it may be hard to see, if it is- bwah! im sorry!)

a star club... i wonder who's the president... vice president? eheh! what a silly thought!

OH! AND!!!

IM NOT SURE WHO THIS ARTIST WAS, BUT BLESS EM THIS RAINY IS ADORABLE, RAHHHHHH.

i almost wanna eat him...

[ceasarslegion]

Listen, i want everything to be as least wasteful as possible. I want everything to be ethically sourced as possible. I appreciate the want and drive to achieve that goal. But there is a certain point where, if these are the tags im seeing on my dashboard attached to a chocolate guy video:

You may need to lighten the fuck up

[galadrieljones]

I am literally losing my shit over how Solas looks

[thefanciestborrower]

Ain't nothing better than eating your bestie and washing him down with a glass of Ktarian beer

[zomb13queen]

when the edible hits

[st-danger]

Dew fucking into Aether and begging him to take his knot because Aether needs to be bred, doesn't he? Wants it. Wants Dew to fill him up and force him to change, doesn't he?

Make Aether take load after load of his and if he's not too used up by the time Dew's balls are entirely empty, Swiss will work his cock in next and Aether can cry for his kits, too

[denrite-in-minecraft]

I've been thinking about and working on possible foods in minecraft and about agricultural specialties of villages would be in certain biomes and trading

I'm planing to write it down properly but rn I have a this wip,

If you have some ideas please share!