#american gum tree

[jillraggett]

Plant of the Day

Monday 20 November 2023

This planting of Liquidambar styraciflua (sweet gum, American sweet gum, satin walnut) made a great addition to this car park. This deciduous tree has maple-like leaves but these grow alternately on the twigs rather than the opposite placement of Acer species (maple).

Jill Raggett

#Liquidambar #sweet gum #American sweet gum #satin walnut #autumn colours #fall foliage #car park #urban landscape #plants #horticulture #tree

[thunderstruck9]

Hayley Barker (American, 1973), Lemon-Scented Gum, 2023. Oil on linen, 258.5 x 213 cm.

#hayley barker #american art #trees #lemon scented gum #f

[yr-obedt-cicero]

The fist-clenched defensiveness of Hamilton's sons reveals the power of these dueling histories. Sons shared in the disgrace of their fathers; hence the many filiopictistic memoirs written by sons eager to protect their family honor. James and the younger Alexander Hamilton even competed with each other to defend their father's name. Biased, personal, partisan, and focused on honor and reputation, these histories perpetuated the political feuds of decades past, embroiling the second generation in the process. Their father a virtual lightning rod for attacks on the defunct and seemingly corrupt Federalists—Federalist talk of secession in 1804 and 1814 tarring them as traitors as well-several second-generation Hamiltons almost fought duels in his defense.

Freeman, Joanne B.. Affairs of Honor: National Politics in the New Republic. United Kingdom, Yale University Press, 2002.

While I'm not going to delve into the dueling side of things, I think Hamilton's sons are a great example of the possible bias or questionable truth you'll usually encounter when researching what may seem like primary or firsthand sources. While James's memoir and John C.'s biographies touch up on more personal topics, or even initially unknown sentiments and/or events—It is more than likely they're going to be bias in their father's favor and it won't be the cut clean truth. As Willard Sterne Randall has commented that JCH; “introduced a plethora of errors into the historical record.” [x] In James's memoir, he argues against the rumor that Hamilton sympathized with the 1803-4 Secession Movement, and repeats the “To break this Union would break my heart” quote, [x] but cites his own brother's work, John's biography of their father for “other evidences of his disapproval of dismemberment.” [x] (Smart, real smart) So, don't exactly believe everything you read from what you may even assume are “primary sources”.

#Also Allan McLane and the gum tree story that was false #amrev #american history #alexander hamilton #historical alexander hamilton #john church hamilton #james alexander hamilton #history #19th century #hamilchildren #hamilton family #hamilton children #hamilkids #hamilton kids #cicero's history lessons

[jadafitch]

It’s hard to believe that one in four trees in the eastern US used to be an American chestnut.  Last year I ordered a sapling, and it just came in the mail this week.  Excited to have one in my yard, and hoping it makes it to 500 years.  

#black gum tree #black gum #chestnut #american chestnut #trees #leaves #informative #infographic #interpretive panel #new hampshire #The Nature Conservancy New Hampshire #new england #jada fitch #maine artist #maine illustrator #illustration #pen and ink #art #drawing #trail #trail sign #preserve #nature #nature preserve

[lemonemenom]

I love that gum trees were carted over to California due to their ability to thrive in harsh environments, only for fire season to hit and the Americans realise that the trees were the harsh environment.

Baby girls, fire literally be the gum trees kink;

#You can take the flora out of Australia but you can’t take the Australia out of the flora.

[thebotanicalarcade]

n78_w1150 by Biodiversity Heritage Library Via Flickr: Österreichs allgemeine baumzucht, : Wien :Ignaz Albertischen Buchdruck.,1792-1822. biodiversitylibrary.org/page/42925138

#Austria #Shrubs #Trees #Harvard University Botany Libraries #bhl:page=42925138 #dc:identifier=https://biodiversitylibrary.org/page/42925138 #flickr #Liquidambar asplenifolium #Farrenkrautblättriger Storaxbaum #Liquidambar styraciflua #American sweetgum #American storax #hazel pine #bilsted #redgum #satin-walnut #star-leaved gum #alligatorwood #sweetgum #liquidamber #bullock-leaved storax tree #tree #botanical illustration #scientific illustration

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

pt II australia but i've never been there

I didn't even have to wait for y'all's responses on part I to make this because Australia is WILDING. As per usual, salutations to Arthur's grandmother's boyfriend Brian.

Everything remaining that I know about Australia:

There was an emu war. There were many emu casualties, and no human ones, but the emus won anyway. Sun Tzu is making way for the emus.

That was the only research I did on the emu wars, but as someone who met a few emus once, they were very lovely to me and very soft to pet. They also were very jabby. One of them looked deeply concerned as they looked at me, I believe they thought I was a deformed emu. I am on the winning side of the war.

During Christmas, Santa does not have a sleigh. He has a surfboard, and he does slay.

There are a lot of animals. Many have no placenta, as I recall from biology. Due to the nature of the continental drift and geographical isolation, Australian marsupials evolved separately from placental mammals, and were not wiped out by invading species. Due to convergent evolution, there are also analogous species between the placental mammals and the marsupials.

What just happened I'm sorry deep science trauma was unearthed. The point is, a lot of animals. A kangaroo is probably in your backyard. A koala just stole your girlfriend. An alligator murdered your classmate. It just happens.

KOOKOOBURRA SITTING ON THE OLD GUM TREE MERRY MERRY SOMETHING SOMETHING idk I was 3 when my mum sang me that.

The internet is awful. Rumours are that the local snake ate it.

Australia is very very pretty, I know this because of an Australian Tourism Department ad that I saw when I was 12 and had cable TV.

You must not forget your Hat. It's like the three little kittens song, but with the Hat instead of mittens.

The Wibbles are a thing. I thought they were a band. Spotify said no. I no longer know what they are.

Crocodile Dundee is a thing. I saw him in Snoopy/Peanuts.

Steve Irvin met his wife in an animal area and his daughter met her husband in an animal area. I don't know anything more these lovely folks, or what the animal area was, I'm afraid.

There is a cake with white stripes that is the Best for Birthdays.

The accent is beautiful, but I admit for years I couldn't differentiate it from British and American accents as a child because to me it sounded like the lovechild of them both and it made me very confused.

Uh, Australia exists.

Yeah, no, that's all I've got. Love to the Australian maggots.

#good omens mascot #now in the uh #Australian fandom #australia #australia memes #australia funny #ig idk #crocodile dundee #steve irwin #wibbles #australian accent #biology #convergent evolution #placental mammals #marsupials #emu war #emus #i don't know #how do i tag this #IDK #maggots #mascot #weirdly specific but ok #asmi

[dancingtotuyo]

All Farms…

Javier Peña

Summary: Javier has to decide what to do with the ranch

Warnings/Tags: grief, loss, hurt (no comfort?), ranch/farm used interchangeably here.

Notes: I started this on Christmas after walking my grandparents farm which happens to be the same farm I lived on for the first 7 years of my life. My grandparents are getting older which has sparked a lot of conversation with what will happen to the farm when they're gone. Fast forward to now, I'm currently processing a lot of feelings this Easter weekend. I lost my step dad last year. He was a farmer too. After his cancer diagnosis, all of us kids (there are ALOT of us) came home for Easter. It was the last time I saw him look like himself and the last time we were all together before he died. In my processing, I started working on this piece again. It's one of those things I need to put out into the world for me. I hope for anyone else going through something similar, it brings you comfort or makes you feel not quite so alone.

Peep the cow picture. I took that one myself at Christmas :)

Words: 966

Author Master List

All farms have a graveyard. One of lost memories and stories. Typically along a ridge or tree line, piled-up equipment that was never sold or broken beyond repair sits in overgrown piles and sunken earth. The old family car. The beat-up sports car or pickup truck each son or sometimes daughter inevitably thought they could fix only to spend hundreds of fruitless hours with one glory ride before it went haywire. Scrap metal torn from barn roofs pile up. Every tire imaginable is half buried in the earth. No farmer dares to clean out the graveyard. The moment you do, you’ll find use or need for the items thrown out. 

The Peńa’s graveyard sits between scattered trees at the bottom of the hill. Javier rarely makes his way to that side of the farm. They don’t use that space for cattle since his dad downsized the herd. He pretends there’s no reason for it, but it’s more than just broken down cars and scrap piles to Javier. It’s a ghost town of memories. 

There’s his mom’s ‘62 Ford. The one she drove his whole childhood. The vehicle that took them across town, to Sunday services, and hosted their many road trips. It’s where his Mom feels most tangible, her soft voice playing in his head singing to the radio. 

His first truck. The one he’d spent months fixing up, he kissed Sally Jones on a Saturday night and done much more with Vanessa Reyes. He’s proposed to Lorraine in that truck, driven past the church in it too. 

Chucho’s first American Harvester sits further back. His dad is so proud of that machine… or he was. 

The ache grows in Javier’s chest as he stands at the edge of the graveyard. He begged Chucho for years to clean this up. His dad always waved him off, stating that he would get to it someday. Except, Chucho didn’t make it to someday, and now it is Javier’s responsibility.  

His fingers twitch, desperate for the feel of a cigarette between them. Nicorette gum sits in his breast pocket instead. He’s working to quit again, picking the worst damn time to do it, but that’s life. 

He should probably bring the tractor down to pull everything out. It’s overwhelming with no good place to start. Digging around down there will only dig up the memories. Javier can’t deal with the memories right now, so he leaves the project for another day. He only needs to clean it up if he decides to sell the ranch. 

The house is quiet when he walks through the door. Javier is used to the subtle sounds of life- the coffee pot going, the tv running on low, Chucho’s boots on the linoleum, but it never comes. It won’t ever come again. 

Javier kicks off his boots, lining them right next to his dad’s. He hasn’t moved them. He’s not sure he will. 

He heads for the back of the house toward his room but stops at his Dad’s door. It’s shut tight as he places a hand on the wood. Javier hasn’t gone in there since picking out clothes. It’s a strange thing to pick out clothes for a dead man. How does one pick out what someone will wear for the rest of eternity? 

His hand lands on the knob, and it gives way with a squeak. The same squeak that used to echo down the hall, waking Javier up before the sun to let him know it was time for chores. Javier is flooded with the comforting scent of his father. It envelopes him, pulling tears into his eyes immediately. The bed is fixed just as Chucho had left it before he went out and started the chores just as he always did. Except that day, almost a month ago now, Chucho Peña didn’t return to the house. 

He collapsed in the field. He was already gone when Javier found him. He died alone and that hurt almost as much as the fact that he was gone. 

A thin layer of dust covers the surfaces in the room. He should clean it, but would it lose its smell then? In here, Javier feels surrounded by his father. The closest he can get to him. His room, the one he shared with Javier’s mother, is perfectly preserved. 

Javier dares to ease onto the bed and look at the world from Chucho’s perspective every day as he woke up. On the dresser, there’s a photo of his parents when they first started dating, and one from Javier’s high school graduation. On the bedside table, there’s a book with a bookmark halfway through, a picture from his parent’s wedding day, and another of Chucho on the tractor with Javier in his lap. He couldn’t have been older than two at the time. Javier traces it with his finger, wishes he could remember that moment, wishes he could go back in time and relive it all, even the bad days, and treasure it all, ask his dad more questions, called him more often.

Javier lays down on his parents' bed. Chucho’s scent is thicker here with Javier’s head on his pillow. Big, hot tears fall from the corners of his eyes dampening the pillow. He rests his hands over his chest, letting his eyes close. Javier can hear his voice now, his laughter, catches a hint of his mother’s as well. It’s Javier’s job to carry on their legacy.

All farms have a graveyard. One of lost memories and stories. No farmer dares to clean out the graveyard. When a tractor kicks the dust or that farm use pickup can only be stripped for parts, Javier follows in his father’s footsteps. He lays them to rest between scattered trees at the bottom of the hill.

#javier peña #javier peña fanfiction #narcos #javier peña narcos #narcos fanfiction #pedro pascal #ppcu fanfiction #pedro stories #pedrostories

[sikoi]

— oc deep dive questionnaire (tag)

a set of 20 questions to get to know your oc!

juda sintra

what uncommon/common fear do they have? loud noise

do they have any pet peeves? chewing gum, bright lighting

what are 3 items you can find in their bedroom? dim lamps, rose vases, cherry wood vanity

what do they notice first in a person? their scent

from a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance? 8.5

do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? flight

do they come from a big family/are they a family person? juda has a broad family but family isn't all for her, she was raised mainly from her grandmother

what animal represents them best? crows

what is a smell that they dislike? orange

have they broken any bones? if so, how? juda has broken a few of her fingers from climbing trees and clawing at wood doors/floors

how would a stranger likely describe them? once expressive and a listener now quiet and avoidant

are they a night owl or a morning bird? juda naturally is a night owl, but she does like to watch the sunrise

what is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love? juda is not fond of sweet sweets, she prefers tart flavors like cranberry, dark chocolate and dark coffee

do they have any hobbies? juda does taxidermy from roadkill, wanting every animal to be remembered

boom, surprise birthday party! how do they react to surprises? shy but appreciative

do they like to wear jewelry? if so, what is their favorite piece? juda loves accessories, her favorites are heartlock necklaces and bracelets, you'll probably hear her coming before you even see her bcus the rattling of her bracelets lol

do they have neat or messy handwriting? neat, juda loves writing in journals

what are two emotions they feel the most? sadness, love

do they have a favorite fabric? lace and silk

what kind of accent do they have? mid-atlantic american

tagging @rollingsim @gleamer @tricoufamily @raiiny-bay @madfeary @yuauaua @rolangf @wldestluv-rs @missatan @lucidicer @machinegrl @blackskorpi0n @kazuaru @elderwisp @pralinesims @o0corruptedghoul0o @itsmariejanel @stinkrascal @phasebun @cinamun @ophernelia @dejasenti99 @salemssimblr if yoou want! :)

#juda #❤️

[sortiarus--de--naturas--daemonum]

Southern U.S herbs and Plants for Witchcraft (revised)

This is a compilled list of localized herbs and plants for witchcraft I have found in the Southern U.S. Some I have listed are poisonous, but ofc do your own research to see which is poisonous or not. Do not go strictly based on what I have written.

Poisonous Herbs:

• Flowering Dogwood

• Man of the Earth Morning Glory

• American Holly

• Eastern Red Cedar

• Pokeweed

• Oak Tree

- Carries Acorns

• Hairy Skullcap

• Florida skullcap

• Paw Paw

• Grape Hyacinth

Non Poisonous:

• Passionflower

• True Dandelion

• Common Honeysuckle

• Common Blue Violet

• Wood Sorrel (Invasive)

• Purple Dead Nettle (Invasive)

• Red Clover (Invasive)

• White Clover (Invasive)

• Sweet Gum

-Carries Witches Burrs

• Pine Tree

-Carries Cones

• Elder Flower

• Thistle

• River Cane Bamboo

• Wood Nettle

• Black Nightshade

• Brambleberries aka Blackberry

• Speedwell

• Pecan Tree

- Carries Pecans

• Texas Thistle

• American Beautyberry

• Yarrow

• Trumpet Honeysuckle

• Eastern daisy fleabane

• Cornflower (Introduced)

• American hazelnut

• Mountain mint

• Prickly Pear

• Beebalm

#witchcraft #witchblr #herbs #witch community #satanic witch #spells #spellwork

[moonlight-tmd]

I hc that team prime might have some car fresheners, possibly given by Sari or bought.

OP might have the little tree "New Car Scent" one, Ratchet (if he even wants one at all) might get the little tree "Black Ice", Prowl would definitely get either the little tree "Royal Pine" or "Cherry Blossom Honey" (if he can even get/want it since he's a motorcycle) , Bulkhead might get the "Summer Linen" tree or "Leather", and for bee I got stuck with him. maybe bee will get the little tree "Cinnamon Apple", "Cotton Candy", "Gold", or "Vanillaroma" ones, hell, maybe all five! I based this entirely off of what they like, kinda.

I'm a fan of car fresheners myself but i have never sniffed the tree ones, only the little bottled ones. And most likely they aren't the brands you're thinking cuz am not american. I imagine Sari would most often buy them stuff. Bee has a once-a-week job that pays him human money so he can buy stuff too.

I imagine Optimus would stick to something classic like "Pine". Or "Strawberry", he likes that one too.

Ratchet will get the "New Car" one, purely because of the funny idea that he doesn't want to smell like old metal all the time. X3

Bulkhead likes "Vanilla", it's basic and nice. His wildcard is "Bahama breeze", he gets that one sometimes for some variety.

Prowl would get only those little box thingies you attach to airvents cuz the bottles or the trees won't hold onto his handlebars. He's not really a fan of those since a different scent can give away his position if he's trying to be stealthy, but if he did get one I imagine he'd get one scented "Bamboo Forest" or even "Ocean".

Now Bee is a wildcard in itself. He really likes sweet and strong scents- "Bubble gum", "Tropical", "Fresh flowers" are one of his favorites. His most favorite is "Citrus Flash" or any different citrusy scent, it's very refreshing.

#maccadam #tfa #ask box #tfa bumblebee #tfa prowl #tfa optimus prime #tfa ratchet #tfa bulkhead #tfa headcanons

[cleolinda]

I am agog at how very badly I hurt myself on Monday, without actually breaking or spraining anything. Mostly I have been 1) squinting at tumblr; 2) sleeping under piles of ice packs. My black eye (lid; eye is fine) is still hugely swollen, I still have patches of gauze taped to the left side of my face, a bandaid on my chin, big patch bandaids on my forearms and shins—

See, what apparently happened was, I slipped on, and fell down five steps onto a pile of, these motherfuckers:

Liquidambar, American storax, the sweetgum tree. We call the seedpod bullshit it drops “gumballs” around here. They are neither sweet nor gum. They are medieval flails for squirrels. I have stabby little imprints in unexpected places. My face got dragged across a few of them; that’s why I have a goddamn Phantom of the Opera mask made of gauze. I got my ass beat by a pile of seeds and, honestly, it’s humiliating.

So, the bandages are for the tree weapons. The ice packs are for what happens when you take a header off steep deck steps and land, literally, in the literal sense of literally, on your face. The left side, specifically. But my shins and one knee got beat to hell on something too. Not sure what. The edges of the steps themselves? A werewolf scratched up my right arm, not sure what happened there. Oh, also my glasses broke. But whatever, I can’t fit anything on my stay-puft face right now anyway. I can cry over that when the swelling goes down.

You may know that I fall a lot. I don’t know if it’s my fate or what. One particularly bad fall eventually led to a herniated disc and spinal surgery, so I tend to panic when I fall anyway. Much like a car accident, I have no idea what the future repercussions of landing in a heap on hard concrete might be. But what astonishes me is that I hurt myself this badly while hardly hurting myself at all. I’m in a lot of low-grade pain and I’m limping, but nothing’s broken! I didn’t hit my head, didn’t break my nose, didn’t [list of painful potentialities, I will spare you], didn’t even really damage my hands or knees, and didn’t hurt my back at all, not in any immediate way. It’s all flesh wounds that hurt like FUCK, and I don’t understand why this happened to me right now, cosmically, but I’m pretty sure there was a guardian angel yelling “AH, SHIT!” from beneath me sometime around 4:30 on Monday afternoon.

#welcome to hell it’s my blog #cw injury #tribulations #face smash 2023

[sitizelter]

🩵Sky Full of Stars🩵

Loscar ♡ Pt.4

Pt. 4 finally here!! Sorry it took so long, but now that the season's over I can take more time to write 😭😭

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The ringing of the church bells echo the streets of Melbourne, meaning it had just turned 6pm. Oscar finally comes back home after closing up the workshop, he pops a sliced apple in his mouth before trudging back to his room.

With a grunt, he throws his bag on the floor and falls onto his bed. The sunlight peers through the crack of his window, golden hour had come. He rolled over onto his back, dialling in Logan's number to videocall him.

A content sigh escapes from Logan as drowsy eyes blink open to flashing numbers signifying an incoming call. Squinting against the morning light streaming in, Oscar's cheerful face fills the display stirring a sleepy smile to his face.

"Well, well, if it isn't my favorite delinquent." Logan chuckles softly still finding his voice, rubbing the remnants of dreams from stubbled cheek.

Taking him in leisurely sprawled across rumpled sheets, Logan notes the weary lines etched onto Oscar's face.

"You look exhausted, mate. Everything all sorted at the shop?" Logan inquires gently, seeing as ever through his brave mask to the weariness beneath.

"Some... 'fans' found out I helped my dad out here. Started clobbering all over the place, got me here feeling buggered out." Oscar murmured out with a heavy sigh.

Brows furrow in concern as Oscar's admission washes over the american through the speaker. Fans can be notorious, bringing praise one moment and chaos the next without care.

Oscar swore under his breath as he massaged his temples, "Sorry Loges, y'know how I am."

"Don't you dare apologize, mate." The other says gently yet firmly, shaking his head. "I understand the pressure better than most. You've nothing to explain to me."

Holding his exhausted gaze, Logan let steadfast care shine through his own. "You did well to make it home in one piece, yeah? Try and get some rest now - I mean it, Osc. No tinkering or plotlines tonight."

A soft chuckle escapes as the american thinks to distract. "Maybe put your feet up, watch some Netflix. I can gripe at you for missed calls in the morning when you've got your spark back."

"No, wait Logan-" Oscar suddenly shoots out. He clears his throat, regaining his composure.

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"Stay on call with me. Your... voice helps to clear my mind." The aussie explains. He adjusts himself on the pillows, getting comfortable.

Logan blinks in mild surprise at Oscar's outburst, unusual to such candid vulnerability from him, before melting into an easy smile. Oscar's request sends warmth spreading through his chest where stress and uncertainty once gnawed.

"Alright then, mate. You've got me." Shifting to mirror his snug position, Logan gets cozy against piled pillows and watches the other expectantly through the screen.

"Well now what do you want - me serenading you to sleep like a lullaby?" Logan teases gently to lighten the atmosphere, hiding his own concern for him. "I haven't got the pipes for it I'm afraid. But I'll talk your ear off as long as you need, Osc. That I can manage."

"Just relax and rest now, yeah? I've got you."

Oscar sighs in content, glad that the other could understand how he's feeling then. "What did you dream about last night?" The aussie asks, his voice is soft.

Logan ponders Oscar's question thoughtfully as he tries to remember what he had dreamt of the previous night. A faint smile plays at his lips, fondness evident in lowered tones.

"Actually, there was one that's stuck with me. We were back in the park near your dad's shop, remember - the one with that huge gum tree we used to climb?"

Chuckling softly at the image, Logan nestles deeper into feathery pillows and lets nostalgia's soothing warmth embrace his tired bones.

"We must've been... what- 15? 16? Sun was just starting to set, painting everything orange and rose. And we were laying in the grass, talking for hours like we used to..."

His gaze softens as it meets Oscar's through the screen. Quiet falls between, filled instead by memory's gentle refrain. For what need have words, when hearts have known each other so long?

"I'm glad it was that one," Logan whispers finally, hoping Oscar hears all he had left unsaid too.

"I'm glad you dreamt of that one too," Oscar breathes out.

"Sorry that our calls have been quite... short lately. Ugh, it doesn't feel the same, I miss us. When are you visiting again?" Oscar turns his head to look at Logan in the screen. His eyelids were half-lidded, with barely visible eyebags underneath them.

A pang of longing lances the american's chest at Oscar's weariness shining plain. He wishes nothing more than to reach through the call and gather Oscar into arms, let his head find rest upon his shoulder as days go by.

Stroking fingers tap a thoughtful rhythm upon blanketed thigh as schedule runs through his overtired mind. "Not sure offhand on exact dates... few weeks maybe?" He ventures tentatively, hating the uncertainty.

Their gaze holds tenderly through slowing blinks. "Tell you what though - why don't I shuffle things around and come next weekend instead, if you'll have me? Barge in, cook us dinner, we can put on a show and just relax, yeah?" A soft smile plays on his face, hoping the offer of sooner solace may lift spirits, if only briefly.

Oscar's eyes shined for a moment. "Yeah. Of course, next weekend would be great."

"I'll make sure to tell mom that you're staying over. Hopefully she'll make her Shepherd's pie that you love so much." Oscar teases, his playfulness making an reappearance from underneath his tired outlook. A genuine grin brightens Logan's face.

"God, I can taste it already." Logan sighs wistfully, relishing memory of flavors mingling on the tongue. "Your mum's Shepherd's pie is honestly the cure for everything bad. And her company, of course!"

Warmth blooms anew in Logan's chest at thought of familiar embraces, gentle smiles and care that emanates from the walls of Oscar's childhood home.

"Get some rest soon, mate. I'll sort the travel details tomorrow."

Oscar nods, "Mhm, G'night." He mutters out. He looks at the other through the screen again, with Logan's face being brightened up by the morning sun.

A faint smile plays once more on Logan's cheeks as fond gaze lingers warmly upon Oscar. His cares are the american's own; if that alone can offer even moment's solace, all the journeys of world are worth the walking.

"Now get some rest, darling. I'll see you soon." Logan whispers before he ends the call, with his heart so very full.

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Once the call ends, it only leaves Oscar alone with his thoughts. His eyes are wide open, with his ears ringing and repeating those last few words spoken by the american.

"Darling. Did he really call me 'darling'?"

Oscar felt blush fill in his cheeks. He rolls over and buries his reddened face into his pillow. He felt like a 8th grader that had just fallen in love again, kicking his feet while blushing like crazy.

The aussie takes a minute to calm down. Logan might've only been teasing him. But what if he wasn't? What if he really meant it?

A shy grin appears on his face. He swears he isn't being delusional, more like... optimistic.

"Darling." Oscar whispers, with his heart fluttering.

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#OKAYY 4TH PART OUT #oscar at the last part is literally me #ALSO streets are saying that logans contract announcement is coming on tues? #god i rlly hope so #james bowel has to stop playing with my feelings #f1 #f1blr #logan sargeant #ls2 #oscar piastri #op81 #loscar #f1 rpf #f1 fanfic #🩵🧡

[kfedup]

Lila and I went to the Wrentham outlets to shop for a dress for her to wear to my niece’s graduation and I’m good, I don’t need to go to an outlet again for another ten years. In fact, I despise clothes shopping. But, I did find a pair of pants and a top at Banana Republic and a pair of Lucky jeans for half off, so that was a plus. So much easier to find what works when you can try it on, but so hard to find anything that works when you’re forced to try it on in a little closet with the worst lighting on the planet highlighting all the ways age and gravity and that cookie addiction is playing high and loose with your body. Shopping is terrible and I don’t understand people who enjoy it enough to purposely spend time doing it for fun. 

Also, the air quality was completely fucked from the Nova Scotia fire smoke - hazy yellow sky that made it feel like it’s 15 degrees warmer than it actually is, and the taste of burnt universe in our mouths. Weirdly a half hour south in Bridgewater, it’s fine, with a deep blue sky and the smell of freshly cut grass and the Black Locust trees in full bloom filling the air with their intense fragrance. 

After shopping I required a 20-minute power nap in which I fell to the very bottom of the lake. Now, I’m at the dining room table attempting to engage my brain enough to do some work, listening to the traffic that’s primarily made up of diesel four-door pickup trucks that race down the 35 mph residential street going at least double that, and often much faster. Many have Trump signs and giant American flags mounted to the back, unfurled behind them, snapping in the wind. Even in this blue state, so many Trumpsters. 

It’s so crazy to me that in the 70s and 80s we all (dozens of neighborhood kids) played in the street every day - riding bikes and skateboards, bouncing on our pogo sticks, jumping rope, stopping our endless street hockey game to move the net every now and again to let a neighbor pass on their way home from the grocery store or work or to crowd around the ice cream truck to buy banana and root beer popsicles and sherbet cannonballs with bubble gum balls melted and gooey in the bottom of the plastic cone. Now there’s a car every ten seconds or less at rush hour and a steady stream the rest of the day and the trunks of the once-young Maples we climbed in the front yard are too big to get our arms around. 

I’m trying to tie this up neatly, but I think I need to let that idea go and move on to the client work I keep avoiding, so enjoy this thematically-challenged post about too many things, or don’t, as @thecasaofjulesie2 would say – I’m not the boss of you. 

#being home is hard and weird and this house is 100% haunted and mom is a ball of constant anxiety about every little thing #I'm tired #and here for another week #and ready for a real vacation without having to work or sleep in the bed my stepfather died in

[twsthc]

twst character playlists pt. 2 🎧☆

⚠️ warnings: not a warning but i just wanted to say that i have 2-3 asks in my drafts rn!!! i have not been ignoring you ive been procrastinating studying for finals and sleeping ^_^!!! they should be answered soon i prommy, ty for ur patience <3

last updated: december 17, 2023

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Riddle: Red Velvet - Day 1 , Lee Hi - Only , Laufey - Promise , Beabadoobe - Glue Song , Men I Trust - Show Me How , Humming Urban Stereo - Banana Shake

cutie patootie basically

also music thats easy to study to!!! i just swiped this from my study playlist.

Ace: VANO 3000 - Running Away [adult swim] , Gorillaz Ft. Kali Uchis - She's My Collar , Worthikids - Friends In Low Places , Joey Valence & Brae - GUMDROP

music i listen to in roller skating rinks and drinking slurpees and crying

only ace uses a skateboard and probably wouldn't be crying and would drink the cola icee instead of the blue raspberry one

Deuce: AC/DC - Highway to Hell , Dominic Fike - Mama's Boy , The Offspring - Pretty Fly (For A White Guy) , Army Of Lovers - Crucified , Joan Jett and the Blackhearts - Bad Reputation

"ACDC stands for acedeuce" -someone from the twsthc server

ummm not really much to add to this. deucepel canon. join my server

Cater: Aliyah's Interlude - IT GIRL , Girls Generation - Gee , IVE 아이브 - After LIKE , NewJeans - Super Shy , LE SSERAFIM - Eve, Psyche & The Bluebeard's wife

BITCH, YOU KNOW IM SEXY. UGH! DONT CALL, JUST TEXT ME XP

cater is a kpop stan and knows all the lyrics and dances and hums them randomly whilst walking down the hallway i saw her

Trey: Fuji Kaze - Shinunoga E-Wa , CAFUNÉ - Tek It , monsune - OUTTA MY MIND , piri & tommy - soft spot , Essosa - Waste My Time , Tatsuro Yamashita - Fragile

chill as fuck. in his zone. moisturized. at peace.

he plays this on low levels as he bakes and while hes studying

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Leona: SZA - Broken Clocks , Childish Gambino - Redbone , Kendrick Lamar , Money Trees , Tyler, The Creator - See You Again , willowsmith - Wait a Minute! , Tyla - Water

leona is a part of the sassy male apocalypse

listens to Broken Clocks while its raining like he just went thru a breakup (he didnt)

Ruggie: Chief Keef - I Don't Like , jnhygs - JERK! , babyxsosa - EVERYWHERE I GO , Flo Milli - Conceited , Ice Spice - Princess Diana , Brent Faiyaz - Been Away (Jersey Club Remix) 

n i just fell n luv w a gangster, so he put my name n a tatt

but i dont let em come 2 the crib, so we get it on where we at

Jack: Outkast - Ms. Jackson , Destiny's Child - Bills, Bills, Bills , The Notorious B.I.G - Big Poppa , MF DOOM - Rapp Snitch Knishes , 2Pac - California Love

lalalalalaaa

my favorite african american

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Azul: Queen - Killer Queen , Joan Sebastion - Secreto de Amor , Caravan Palace - Rock It For Me , Lady Gaga - Americano , Chicago - We Both Reached For the Gun

once again older jazzy sounding songs

also electroswing. the octatrio are electroswing, and the Chicago musical

Jade: The Buttress - Brutus , Elita Harkov - Sour Switchblade , Elita Harkov - Mentally Not Here , KikuoHana - 不幸屋の娘 , NASTYONA - 09 요단강

in part one i put their cute girly girl hiking mushroom collecting playlist but here is their fucked up evil plotting and biting playlist

also useful for studying and lounge shifts! three in one!

Floyd: DIGITAL CIRCUS - Pilot Official Soundtrack , Kikuo - 天国へ行こう , Rufus Wainwright - Another Believer , Chuu - Heart Attack (sped up) , SB Soundtrack - Clownfish Capers

what can i say

silly goofy music for a silly goofy guy

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Kalim: Heavenly - P.U.N.K Girl , No Doubt - Just A Girl , TWINKLE ♡ HEART/jun 音源 , Cascada - Everytime We Touch (Nightcore) , Dolly Style - Cherry Gum (Nightcore) , S3RL - All That I Need

hime gyaru kalim lives

i snuck in nightcore and S3RL im really not sorry

Jamil: Marie Madeleine - Swimming Pool , X-RAY SPEX - I Am a Poseur , Vundabar - Alien Blues , Memo Boy - Insomniac

just a girl

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Vil: Lady Gaga - Beautiful, Dirty, Rich , Barry Manilow - At the Copa , NewJeans - ETA , Judy Singh - Up and Down , Amy Winehouse - Stronger Than Me

Epel: MF DOOM - Doomsday , Primus - The Devil Went Down To Georgia , The Crane Wives - The Moon Will Sing , October Country - My Girlfriend Is a Witch ,

The Devil Went Down To Georgia is the type of shit epel would listen to while performing the most back breaking nail chipping farm chores

Rook: I Monster - Lust for a Vampyr , Kali Uchis - I Wish you Roses , peace - stolen dance , Lamp - From The Window ,

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Idia: TOPHAMHAT-KYO -Princess♂ , LamazeP - 難聴系男子が倒せない , Bokusatsu Tenshi Dokuro-chan OP , BLEND-A - Bon Appetit S , Bakudan Poppy - Oha-Yo-del , Dancing Samurai

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Malleus: Soap&Skin - Me and the Devil , Yoko Kanno - Green Bird

Silver: Korn - All in the Family , batta - chase , Lil Boodang - Jesus Don't Like That I'm Gay but Satans Cool With It , My Chemical Romance - Teenagers ,

yes thats the name of that song

emo teen music, not cos theyre an emo teen but cos lilia introduced the genre

Sebek: deaf, doesn't listen to music

Lilia: BABYMETAL - Headbangeeeeerrrrr!!!!! , Graveyardguy (feat. Slayyyter) - Final Girl , NANAOAKARI - One Room Sugar Life

#i got lazy at the end im sorry #this has been sitting in my drafts for months i gave up #twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #twsthc

[libraryofmoths]

Moth of the Week

Luna Moth

Actias luna

The luna moth is in the Saturniidae family or the giant silk moth family. Originally, James Petiver described and named this moth in 1700 as the Phalena plumata caudata. However, this name was replaced by Carl Linnaeus in 1758. Linnaeus renamed it Phalaena luna and later he again changed the name to Actias luna, after the Roman moon goddess, Luna.

Description These moths are known for their green wings with long tails extending from the back edge of the hindwings. These moths also have a purplish or brown outline at the top and side of the forewings and along the bottom of the hindwings with a yellow eyespot on each wing. Luna moths have fuzzy white bodies, yellowish orange antennae, and legs ranging from maroon to magenta.

Wingspan averages at 9.75 cm (≈3.8 in) and and occasionally can grow up to 17.78 cm (7.00 in)

As most Lepidoptera do:

Females have a larger body compared to males in oder to carry eggs

Males have longer and wider antennae to pick up on mating pheromones

Diet and Habitat These moths are found in Canada from Saskatchewan to Quebec and Nova Scotia and in the United States from Florida to Maine. They are also found in Western Europe on occasion. Luna moth caterpillars live in and eat many species of broadleaf trees such as white birch, American persimmon, American sweet gum, and several species of hickory, walnut, and sumac trees. Adults moths have small mouths and do not eat.

Mating In the north, luna moths breed once a year in June while in the south, they breed up to 3 times a year in March. Mating occurs at night when females release pheromones to attract males, and a mating session lasts several hours. Females lay 200 to 400 eggs one by one or in small clusters. Egg laying takes several days, and eggs hatch after about a week.

Predators The luna moth’s hindwing tails are theorized to be used to confuse bats that use echolocation to hunt the moths. (TW: regurgitation/vomit) Another defense mechanism this species has is the larvae make clicking noises as a warning and then can regurgitate or hurl horrible tasting fluid from their intestines at predators. In addition to bats, a parasitic fly brought to North America to take care of the invasive spongy moths are also hunting the luna moth and other moth species.

Fun Fact Luna moth caterpillars have a special enzyme in their digestive systems that neutralizes a toxic chemical found in hickory and walnut trees. Additionally, some caterpillars have more enzymes than others because of different amounts of hickory and walnut trees in habitats!

(Source: Wikipedia, Finger Lakes Land Trust)

#animals #facts #bugs #libraryofmoths #insects #moth #mothoftheweek #lepidoptera #luna moth #TW: regurgitation #TW: vomit #Saturniidae #Actias luna #CW: regurgitation #CW: vomit