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AeroGarden Salad Bar Seed Pod Kit (24-pod)
AeroGarden Salad Bar Seed Pod Kit (24-pod) Product Description & Features: INCLUDES SALAD BAR SEED KIT – 9 Lettuce Pods (Black Seeded Simpson (2), Deer Tongue, Parris Island, Red Sail, Marvel of 4 Seasons (2), Rouge D’Hiver (2)), 3 Herb Pods (Chives, Dill, & Genovese Basil), and 12 Tomato Pods (Golden Harvest Cherry Tomato (6), Red Heirloom Cherry Tomato 6 PLANT TO PLATE – Harvest herbs…
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wuntrum · 2 months
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those airup partnerships must pay well because i keep seeing youtubers getting them. however i will not be buying the scent pod water bottle no matter how much i see it, love and light <3
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naazaif327 · 19 days
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It’s so interesting and tragic that it is the violation of her mind- the memory wiping, the compulsion, the enchantment- that Suvi wants to (but chooses not to) resist. The plan is incredibly risky, insanely dangerous, and could easily result in Suvi’s violent death (or worse) at the hands of the most powerful witches in the world of it were to be found out by their divinations, but that does not bother Suvi. Laying down her life, her body, putting herself in harm’s way for the Empire, it comes naturally to her now. She has risked herself before and she will do it again. But her mind, her thoughts, her calculations, this is something most sacred to her, the thing she prides herself on. It’s what connects her to her parents, it’s what proves that she is a Citadel Wizard by merit rather than name. I really think that losing herself, losing a piece of her mind in this way, to memory loss, to compulsion, is the only thing (besides maybe Ame and Eursulon) that she finds hard to give up to the Imperium. So she resists, pulls back a slight bit, but not enough to be caught disobeying. And I wonder how she will feel about this event if she finds out prior to the planned explanation with Steel, like if young Yulia calls back to explain she sent a letter that Suvi has no recollection of requesting
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foxdrawdoodles · 19 days
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MAG 88, 19:23
The bloody calliope has gone missing!!! I think Jon’s in danger
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definitelysapphic · 3 months
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i want to be Aabria Iyengar when i grow up
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raceweek · 2 years
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new alex podcast just dropped so here’s the best bits for you all:
- he needs to tell seb to follow albon pets on instagram
- when he had tantrums as a child his mum would put a vhs f1 season review on to calm him down but when mika was winning he’d get mad again and he’d run up to the tv to fast forward it to the next race michael won to calm down again
- he thinks people forget just how strong his 2019 season was (real!)
- he likes to think his hard work developing the 2021 red bull to make it a better car to drive than when he drove it in 2020 was part of the reason why jost opted to sign him
- after doing dtm last year, if when he has a kid (his correction not mine) if they wanted to go into motorsport he’d get them to try all different kinds of racing not just single seaters
- his fear of heights comes from ‘not trusting his body’ and his phobia of rats comes from a lake in milton keynes
- and then finishing the podcast by casually mentioning how george nearly killed them both going off the road trying to show off how fast he could take a roundabout in his polo
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teircetea · 2 years
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Day 24: Anglerfish, The Magnus Archives
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lovelaceisntdead · 29 days
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I'm working on a binding of mabel and the way the signatures worked out I have quite a few blank pages and I'd like to add some fanart to those pages, so if anyone has any favourites or any you've made please send them my way
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@jonmartinweek Day 6: Time Travel
Out of Time
Jon refuses to focus on the push of the knife into his chest. The pain is almost unremarkable compared to the overwhelming pulling sensation as all the Fears begin to draw away. He knows Annabelle’s web is pulling him away too – the slick-smooth edges of the tape wrap around him and cut in everywhere as they snap taut and try to pull him backwards. But none of it matters. He doesn’t want to be aware of any of it. He wants to see nothing, know nothing, but Martin’s face pressed close to his; their foreheads touching, their mingled tears falling onto Jon’s cheeks, Martin’s bright blue eyes shining with a searing combination of terror and love and–
Everything stops.
There is a knock at the door.
Jon sits bolt upright, gasping for breath in the wake of the sudden shock to his system that is the abrupt absence of all pain. Before he can take in anything about his surroundings, he is already reaching, trying to find Martin. His hands come up empty, grabbing at nothing but blankets and bedsheets. Jon is in a bed, in a bedroom that looks distantly familiar, and Martin is not with him.
What happened? Where is he? Jon tries to Know, but there is nothing. Reaching for the Eye feels like the mental equivalent of miscounting the steps in a staircase and overbalancing as your foot falls through the empty space with unnecessary weight and purpose. He can’t feel the Eye at all. The door in his mind isn't closed, it's gone.
'Jon, are you awake yet?' a voice calls from somewhere outside of the room. There is someone at the door, knocking.
Read the rest on Ao3!
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theflyingfeeling · 5 months
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Eight Day of Gift-Giving: Vacations
Prompt: Even the best vacation tour has to end eventually which makes them end up in this airport, watching the fog outside that keeps their plane from starting.
I couldn't really incorporate a random vacation in the middle of the on-going story, so here's a little standalone again, this time about the band being stuck at an airport in true BC manner 🥰 (so not at all vacation-themed actually, but at least it's rated M because apparently it's becoming a theme for these "off-day" fics 👀)
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It was on days like this that Aleksi didn't mind having travelled across the Europe all summer: without all the numerous flights accross the continent within the past months as they had been spreading the tidings of the Violent Pop revolution, Aleksi probably wouldn't have received his Gold membership of their trusted airline quite as fast. Waiting for updates on a delayed flight back home home would always suck big time, but in the VIP lounge, the ordeal was at least a little more bearable – the key word being little.
"Joel looks like he's gonna throw another tantrum soon," Joonas said under his breath, his eyes following Joel who paced around the lounge, only stopping to check his phone every twenty steps.
"And I intend to be as far away from him as possible when that happens," Niko muttered, then nudged Tommi sitting next to him. "Beer?"
"Beer," Tommi agreed and sat up. As they headed towards the bar, Santeri ordered them to keep an eye on their phones in case there'd be a sudden development with the flight situation. However, looking out the large airport windows and seeing the fog thicker than Aleksi's grandmother's pea-soup, Aleksi wasn't going to hold his breath.
"Mmmmmmmhh," Olli's sighed beside him, head on Aleksi's shoulder.
"Sleepy?"
The yawn Olli then strecthed his mouth into answered Aleksi's question.
"I saw some cool sleeping pods when we came here. D'you maybe wanna... try them out?"
Aleksi ignored Santeri clicking his tongue at them.
"Yes, please." Olli's yawn turned into a drowsy smile as he sat up straight to stretch his arms. "Santeri, will you call us once we'll need to be back for boarding?"
"You know what? I'm actually tempted to leave you all behind." Seeing his sarcastic response resulted in nothing but overtired giggles, Santeri rolled his eyes. "Yeah I fucking will, just go."
And off they went before Santeri would roll his eyes at them again (which he did, in fact, behind their backs) and strolled hand in hand through the lounge to the Sleeping Pod Cove, as Aleksi called it in his mind. The way Olli was rubbing the back of Aleksi's hand with his thumb told him he wasn't maybe as sleepy as he seemed after all...
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The sleeping pod was spacey enough for two people to rest there somewhat comfortably, yet so narrow that they were forced to lie pressed tightly against each other – or "forced", because Aleksi for one didn't mind in the slightest, and judging by the eagerness in which Olli's tongue was working on Aleksi's neck, neither did he.
Aleksi closed his eyes as he let Olli busy himself with kissing him everywhere his mouth could reach and took certain kind of pleasure in how impatient Olli was growing, but when Olli's hand began rubbing the front of Aleksi's jeans – it had taken him a little too long to realise it too – Aleksi chuckled and grabbed Olli by his wrist.
"Olli, I love you, but I'm not spilling in my pants for you at an international airport. I didn't pack any extra boxers in my hand luggage!"
As if to defy Aleksi's warning, Olli wriggled his hand free and gave a few more rubs to Aleksi's already semi-hard erection (it was almost embarrassing how merely making out with Olli had that kind of an effect on him) before unzipping his fly and sneaking his hand inside his underpants to take out his cock.
"Problem solved, hmm?"
Aleksi had no means to argue with that logic.
Olli's mouth was back on his as soon as he started stroking his cock with rapid movements that had Aleksi harden in no time. To think of it, it was exactly what Aleksi had needed after all the mental and physical exertion of the festival tour, combined with the unexpected delay of their final flight back home, even if he would've rather been in the privacy of a hotel room (or, better yet, home) where he wouldn't have to worry about making too much noise whenever Olli flicked his wrist just the way Aleksi best liked it.
"Wish I could take you in my mouth right now," Olli panted in his ear, and now that Olli mentioned it, so did Aleksi. Of course, that was not to say Olli's skillful hand twisting around his cock wasn't almost just as good as having Olli's hot mouth around him, so Aleksi really wasn't complaining.
"Fuck yeah," Aleksi sighed, trying to keep his voice low; he wasn't entirely convinced of exactly how sound-proof the pod was to the outside.
"Can't wait to get home soon to suck your brains out," Olli kept whispering, the movements of his hand growing faster. Aleksi suppressed a moan, turning it into a long, restrained sigh when Olli's thumb kept flicking over the tip of his erection, sending Aleksi close to oblivion each time.
"And then you'd fuck me so hard I wouldn't walk for days. Oh, fuck, Aleksi, you'd fuck me so nice." By then, Aleksi was so lost in his pleasure that he was barely hearing the vulgarities Olli kept whispering him or aware of Olli humping his own hard-on against Aleksi's hip.
"Ahhh," was all Aleksi could manage to say in response. Olli had always been better at dirty talk than him anyway, so he didn't feel pressured to put his two cents in the conversation, content in letting Olli do it for the both of them.
"I can't wait for you to fill me again. You always fill me so good."
"Hnnnnnggggghhhh," Aleksi moaned, trying to prolong his climax the best he could, because that's how good Olli's thight grip on his throbbing erection felt; long, careful strokes with just the right rhythm to keep Aleksi right on the edge without actually crossing it just yet.
"And then," Olli swallowed, his breath hot on Aleksi's skin, the movement of his thrusts against Aleksi's hip picking up, "then you'd cum inside me. So loud you'd wake up the neighbours."
Aleksi couldn't help but chuckle.
"You're the loud one of us, actually."
"Oh yeah?" Olli raised his eyebrow. In the same moment, he slid his hand further down Aleksi's boxers to cup his balls. Aleksi only just managed to swallow his surprised yelp. "Guess we'll see about that."
Aleksi squirmed when Olli kept massaging his balls, leaving his rock-hard cock completely without attention. If he wasn't completely driven by his lust, he would've probably felt embarrassed at the way he was whining and attempting to thrust his hips towards Olli's palm to urge him to get back to jacking him off. Perhaps the man felt pity on him, for he then moved his hand back to Aleksi's hard-on, gripping it tighter than ever.
"Scream for me."
"We are– haaaaahhh, Olli, we are in public!" Aleksi puffed, eyes rolling back when Olli twisted his hand around the head of his cock again.
"Don't care. Scream for me."
Aleksi bit his lip as to defy the devlish orders he was given.
"I'll make you, then," Olli whispered and at that very moment began jerking Aleksi vigorously, with no warning whatsoever, helping Aleksi to his orgasm in a matter of seconds.
"Fuck, aah!" he very nearly shouted, probably (hopefully, goddammit) not loud enough for anyone they knew to hear him, but definitely loud enough to someone loitering near the Sleeping Pod Cove to catch up on what was happening inside one of the pods. As for Aleksi himself, he was too caught up in his climax to care, too blessed to be shooting his cum in Olli's hand in short spurts to give a single damn if someone nearby realised they weren't using the pod for sleeping.
Feeling all sorts of drowsy and relaxed, Aleksi watched as Olli licked his own fingers clean off Aleksi's cum, closing his eyes as if to savour the bitter taste, just to tease Aleksi some more. Then the buzz of a phone interrupted Aleksi's post-orgasm activities, and he fished his phone out of his back pocket with a grunt.
Santeri: Expected take off in three hours 😐
"Welp," Aleksi said, flashing a sly smile at Olli, "looks like we've still got some time to kill."
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marvelsmostwanted · 4 months
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I was listening to Pod Save America’s “On the Ground in Iowa” series where they went to Iowa and interviewed Republicans about the primary, and so. many. DeSantis supporters said something along the lines of “Trump had great policies, but he was too chaotic/untrustworthy for me to vote for him again” and every. single. time. I was waiting for someone, truly anyone, to ask -
WHICH POLICIES????
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russellius · 4 months
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thinking about that one time when george was asked on a fashion pod about his usual fit at home, like, when he is chilling on his couch watching tv etc what is he wearing and he was like "uhm, most of the time i'm just in my pants tbh 😁"
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brian-in-finance · 1 year
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Trespasses
Set in Northern Ireland during the Troubles, a shattering novel about a young woman caught between allegiance to community and a dangerous passion.
Amid daily reports of violence, Cushla lives a quiet life with her mother in a small town near Belfast. By day she teaches at a parochial school; at night she fills in at her family's pub. There she meets Michael Agnew, a barrister who's made a name for himself defending IRA members. Against her better judgment - Michael is not only Protestant but older, and married - Cushla lets herself get drawn in by him and his sophisticated world, and an affair ignites. Then the father of a student is savagely beaten, setting in motion a chain reaction that will threaten everything, and everyone, Cushla most wants to protect.
As tender as it is unflinching, Trespasses is a heart-pounding, heart-rending drama of thwarted love and irreconcilable loyalties, in a place what you come from seems to count more than what you do, or whom you cherish.
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Remember when we learned we may hear an accent much like Ma’s on 24 May when Caitríona reads from Trespasses? ☘️
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foxdrawdoodles · 21 days
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MAG 87, 23:06
Is that the bloody circus music from MAG 24?!?!
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froggyfroo-art · 2 years
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On my umpteenth relisten of TMA and every time I hear MAG 24 I'm struck with the thought that while I'm not scared listening to it i would die if I visually saw it... and for some reason I drew it cjskcks
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