#what is sap tree

[thegodwhocums]

finally brought anthesteria offerings outside to the crypt tree and the mother tree

AND

tapped the maples! 5 trees this year, same as last year. what are some favorite offerings to give the trees themselves? we scraped some spongy moth egg masses off their bark but I want to do more than just say thank you verbally/energetically

[slowmo-yo-yo]

Pondering chuckwill during spooky season BC ITS THAT TIME OF THE YEAR!! I remember spending like a good bit of time just thinking abt chuckwill couples costumes last year and I didn’t rlly land on anything and realized it’s because as cute as it sounds I don’t think they’d be the type of couple to go all out with halloween coustumes on their own (cause they’re lame and old and would rather spend halloween at home eating candy and cuddling then getting plastered in a stupid costume at a stuffy bar). The few times they do try to do some kind of couples coustume, they’re either peer pressured by the guys or I’m picturing much later post canon, Billy’s kids urge them to dress up and go trick or treating with them and they relent cause they love them to death. Like they need to be peer pressured.

I’m sure they did a fair bit of trick or treating as kids with Morgan and Billy, running around with bed sheets over their heads or an old Micheal Myers mask, etc, rounding up candy with pillow cases and hitting neighborhoods in Boston that handed out bigger and better candy. Will having nothing to wear because it’s not like any of his foster homes kept any kind of Halloween costume and Chuckie, in typical chuckie fashion, lends him an older costume from his attic to wear so he’s not left out. Eventually they grow out of it, as one does, and it just becomes ‘that thing we did back then’. I can see the guys in in canon in their 20s just buying a bag of candy, sitting at the bar, getting wasted and eating handfuls of it to the point where they’re throwing up outside the bar and leaving with a strong distaste for any and all candy. But in terms of costumes they’re not going all out unless it’s demanded of them.

I also think they’re big fans of less is more, so they’re always on the lookout for coustumes that are just like some guy in a jacket in jeans cause again they’re a lil lazy like that. I DO SEE THEM HOWEVER going all out ONE year. It’s super random and no one sees it coming but they do some kind of big jaw dropping couples costume that blows everyone’s socks off. They don’t tell anyone but it’s specially for one of Billy’s kids who requested they dress up and of course being the cool awesome uncles they are blow it out of the park. They decorate their front porch, they carve pumpkins with the McBrides, handing out candy at the door and making sure they buy the big bars too because they can do that now and it feels good to be the house with the big candy bars that all the kids flock to, be the change you want to see the world and all that.

I also just think that it’s another reminder of how far they’ve come together that they can really celebrate this holiday. Past halloweens being spend just trying to keep eachother safe and alive while Will was still in foster care, not being able to celebrate halloween because financial stability is a luxury that not all kids laying brick in Boston can afford. Flash forward 20 years, they somehow they managed to confess the painfully obvious as sweaty, gross, flustered Bostonians in love with eachother and promptly started building a life together. Married and sharing their lives, celebrating a holiday that they typically overlook with their closet friends and family because despite EVERYTHING, despite all the world threw at them, they finally made it, and they made it as one.

Hopping on the sap train BC THIS IS MY BLOG, and I know I always somehow find a way to circle back to the whole “middle aged chuckwill does thing and it means a lot because they couldn’t have done thing when they were kids but now they can afford to spoil eachother and celebrate holidays cause they’re happy and settled” BUT I CANT HELP IT😿 I feel like every major holiday spent together post them tying the knot is just one big sob fest because they’re both sentimental idiots and they realize the importance of something like spending a holiday together without having to worry about how they’re gonna get by, because they’re ok and they’ve never been better.

THINKING ABOUT THIS RESPONSE FROM SNAIL FROM A MILLION YERS AGO because it makes my heart melt and it’s very relevant to the theme of this post lolz😋 older chuckwill will always have a place in my heart forever:))

[opens-up-4-nobody]

Me, decorating my room: ...should I get a naruto poster?

Also me: If I search for naruto posters... they'll all make me angry in a way that's fucking unhinged

[onewomancitadel]

I'm annoyed that most perfumes which present themselves as pure rose perfumes rarely have a forward-facing rose note or always overwhelm it with something stronger (citrus, lychee, patchouli). There's obviously that anxiety about rose being the 'old lady' scent, which I think makes a lot of fragrance houses reluctant to let the rose note shine. But one of the reasons I love rose (I don't like cloying sweet scents, I love roses in general) is that there are so many complexities to fresh roses you'll never smell the same one again. There are so many varieties which all evoke new facets of the same well-worn lovely scent.

I also really don't like citrus (it reminds me of cleaning products) so something like Jo Malone's Red Roses is out, but it also doesn't have very good sillage and it's very expensive. It's just interesting to me that something I view as almost universally good - beautiful in its own right, smells good, tasty to boot (my favourite flavour is almost always something rosy - tea, chocolates with fondant filling, cakes) - is actually pretty hard to find a true note of in fragrances.

And no, that's not why I like Ruby.

[sapsolais]

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[hawnks]

Why did I not realize if I plant a vine plant, I would then have to figure out how to keep vines

[marce-mallow]

Being a violinist is weird. Like do people know we bite horse hair off our bow when one of them breaks

[bush-hobo]

My very helpful and safe trick for when I'm feeling anxious is to disappear into the wilderness and put myself in genuine physical danger, like, I'll give my little bitch of a brain something to cry about.

Anxiety about school work- BOOM HANGING OUT 10 METRES ABOVE THE GROUND IN A PINE TREEEEE

[radawaycunt]

Omg i just discovered Oasis and there is soooo gonna be a chapter about it

[fen-the-space-dragon]

I think I’ve picked the right path for my life when I get to go outside and see all this cool stuff

And then I get to go back inside and listen to a dnd podcast while looking through trail cam photos and find that in addition to bikers (so many bikers. Do not set a camera up to look for animals near a trail) there was a coyote!!

Really glad I decided to make a different decision cuz last year I was sitting inside staring at code I didn’t understand all day. Now I get to go outside and regardless of if I’m outside or inside I get to look at critters and cool plants all day :D

[pigeon-butch]

here's what the big fuzzy version looks like for anyone curious o7 once they look like any other woody vine I think ur probably fine so long as ur not chopping em up or anything but if they look like this don't touch em

Okay I grew up with forests totally covered in these huge twisted wooden vines and yet I missed entirely that they were just the fully mature form of poison ivy?? No one ever pointed poison ivy out to me in anything but little dinky form

[dazzelmethat]

Anteater Weevil. Smaller than a great anteater and more arboreal, the species combo would eat more termites and sap from trees than ants on the ground.

@weevilsdaily Hope you don't mind me tagging you. Your blog is what got me to get down and fully design an idea I've had for a while.

I love both great anteaters and weevils so so much.

[sagesturns]

˖°. adore - m.s ˖°.

contents: tooth-rotting fluff!

the wind had started picking up again, threading cold fingers through your sleeves. you hadn’t zipped your jacket—because you never did—and matt, walking just a step ahead, noticed instantly.

he turned, already reaching. “seriously?” he mumbled, tugging the zipper up carefully.

“i’m not a baby.”

he grins �� that smug, gentle kind of grin he always saves just for you. “i know,” he says, eyes crinkling, “but you’re my baby.”

that part, he said without teasing. like it was just true.

you roll your eyes, pretending not to melt, but it’s useless. he presses a kiss to your forehead before tugging your hood up slightly, fixing it like it matters.

a few minutes earlier, you’d stopped by the corner store. he’d spotted your favourite chocolate on the shelf by the register and grabbed it without a word, tossing it on the counter with his sprite. now you were unwrapping it together as you walked home, sharing pieces one by one, fingers brushing with every pass.

a crumb clung to your cheek, and you were halfway through lifting your hand to wipe it when matt leaned in and kissed it off, casual like it was nothing.

“got it,” he murmurs, lips brushing the crumb off with the gentlest kiss.

you blink. “seriously?” you ask this time more amused and even more flustered.

“would you rather i used a napkin?” he grins.

you shove him lightly with your shoulder. “you’re ridiculous.”

“and you love me for it.”

you don’t deny it.

you shoved him lightly, cheeks warm. “you’re unbelievable.”

“and you’re still walking next to me,” he said, bumping his shoulder into yours.

you didn’t bother arguing.

by the time you turned onto your street, the light had gone golden behind the trees. everything was quieter. softer. you slowed your steps without realizing it, fingers curled into your sleeves.

you turned toward him, ready to speak—but paused.

matt was already looking at you.

and not with a grin or some smug comeback. he looked at you with the softest smile you’d ever seen—one that smoothed out every wrinkle on his face, one that made his eyes look warmer than the light behind you. his gaze rested on you like he couldn’t believe you were really there.

you scrunched your nose without thinking. “what?”

he didn’t answer.

instead, he stepped closer, reached out, and cradled your cheek in one hand like it was the most natural thing in the world. his thumb brushed just beneath your eye before he leaned in and kissed the tip of your nose.

your fucking nose.

your breath hitched.

you scrunched it again instinctively. “matt…”

“you always do that when you’re cold,” he whispered, barely pulling away. “or when you don’t know what to say.”

you swallowed. your heart was a mess in your chest.

“you’re such a sap,” you mumbled.

he smiled again. “yeah. But i’m your sap.”

he nudges your nose with his again, barely a kiss this time, more like a touch. “see?” he says, smiling. “you’re not a baby.”

you breathe out, cheeks burning.

“you’re just mine.”

©sagesturns☆