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Brozone Older Brothers' NSFW Headcannons
🧡John Dory:
Whew, boy, are you in for a treat!
So it'd been 20 years-ish, since he'd been in Pop Troll culture, so he is out of practice when it comes to intimacy.
100% an ass and thighs man: You bend over in front of him, no matter what you're doing, instant hard on.
He's more of a grower than a shower: 5.1 inch normal and 5.3 when hard (Correct my if this is wrong bc I know nothing about penis education lmao)
Play with his ears, or even his tail, and he is instant putty in your hands.
Turn-ons include: edging (giving or receiving), eating you out/blowing you, (loves receiving more than giving but will still pleasure you as well as you did him) tying you up (and he knows some different knots from his adventuring days) and many more that I can't think of lol.
Def gives me top vibes but once in a while you'll catch him off guard and top the hell out of him
When you do top him, he is such a whiny little bitch, and you hold him there for hours until the sunshine peeks through your curtains.
Leave hickeys on his neck and he'll happily wear them and preen when you press a soft kiss to them when you're jealous.
When it's jealousy sex, angry sex, or sex in general, the bed will be creaking, Rhonda will be shaking, and anyone who happen to walk by the armadillo-bus will know exactly what's going on and run away in horror at the noises they heard.
He is a caveman when you first meet but starts to clean himself up a bit.
Is a total mess when it comes to cum. He cums buckets in you (if given consent), on your face, stomach, anywhere really.
Bruce:
Ooh, this is gonna be fun
So Bruce has had his fair share of lovers, and knows his way around different genitalia and how to expose his partner's feel good spots.
Ugh, please please pull his tail
Just like the rest of him, he's pretty girthy down there, but is still long enough to hit those special spots.
His hair is beautifully tamed, which means he is tamed down there too, and even learned to make different shapes and designs out of pubic hair.
Def a a shower and grower: 3.5 when flaccid, but a whopping 5.5 when hard
He knows how to use his mouth, hands, and tail to make his partner scream
Def a power bottom; watches you through half lidded eyes as you take what you want from him, occasionally praising or degrading you, depending on his mood.
He's a attentive lover, and will cherish everything about your lovemaking, and make sure you're okay.
Turn ons include: hair (only time) and tail pulling, you making eye contact with him while making lewd gestures, being a brat and teasing him, morning 69, and loves when you surprise attack him; so many emotions flood through him, and he allows you to take some control, before he takes over and pushes you over the edge, with a smug smirk.
Sex is like a game to him: the end goals are making you feel like a million bucks and making you drunk on his love. Will tease you by cumming first, before he allows you to cum.
He is one smug son of a bitch when you can barely walk, or when someone makes a comment about the hickeys on your body (he leaves them everywhere), or about the scratches and bite marks on his back.
📚 Clay:
Okay, so he wants to be the best you've ever had, so this bookworm absolutely studied up on how best to pleasure you. STUDIED FOR DAYS, and even studied while they were attempting to pleasure you.
Annoyed, you snatched the book from him, and turned the tables on them.
He's pretty average, right in the middle both length and thickness so pretty enjoyable for both parties.
Prefers giving than receiving, adores when you use your hair to hold him in place
THEY ABSOLUTELY ADORES THICCCCC THIGHS; (Yall see how thick Viva's thighs are? #CLIVIA )
Would spend hours in between your legs if you let him
Quite noises escape him....unless you bring out the dark green strap on and/or cock ring...then it's the Theatre Du Chatelet in y'all bedroom!
(Their brothers' overheard y'all one time, and the next day they all avoided your smirk and Clay's bright purple blush when you make a smart comment.)
Everyone sees him as serious/fun, but when you two are intimate, it's just Daddy and Baby Girl, it's up to you to figure out which is which, (😉)
Always uses protection just to prevent any accidents.
With you, he can let go of labels and just be Clay and they love you for that.
Turn ons: that strap on/cock ring, dem thighs, being pulled closer when they go down on you, you taking control, just you in general, teasing him in public, making suggestive comments in his ear while his brothers' and friends are around and he can't do nothing but try to make the blush go away and ac natural, glaring darkly at you when no one was looking.
He is clean and trimmed down there.
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More complete list of ways that websites and books about gardening shamelessly misinform and confuse people
Using any combination of cultivar names, species names, genus names, and common names to refer to plants, leaving well-intentioned gardening noobs fighting for their lives in a lawless wasteland. Just look at this Better Homes and Gardens article on salvia.
Salvia is a genus of plants containing hundreds of species, including culinary sage, rosemary, and many species used as ornamentals. The Better Homes and Gardens list ruthlessly mixes common names for sage species with cultivar names, without giving the binomial Latin species name at all for a single one...
...and refers to two totally different plants only as "purple sage" in the same listicle
On that note, acting like "variety" is just as important as, or interchangeable with, "species." Just read an article that said "some varieties of this plant can be invasive, so make sure to check which ones are prohibited in your area!" No. NO. No specific cultivar of an invasive plant species is going to be non-invasive. In fact, introducing new cultivars of an invasive plant will make the invasive species problem WORSE because that's new genetic material. 'Bradford' pears are invasive in the US, 'Cleveland' pears are also invasive, because they're BOTH PYRUS CALLERYANA, but the website you're buying them off of doesn't SAY that, AUGHH
Referring to plants that are enthusiastic or aggressive growers as 'invasive.' I falsely believed so many native species were invasive simply because some dumbass article decided to call them "invasive" for the crime of being able to grow in a lawn. The same websites will turn around and say that a 100% virulent invasive species "can become aggressive in some gardens" WHSFDHHKKK???
Gardening books describing a gorgeous native flower that doesn't die instantly when you think a negative thought about it: "Invasive. Evil. Kill on sight." Gardening books describing one of the worst known invasive plant species in human history that's decimating ecosystems as we speak: "This plant can be a teensy weensy bit vigorous."
totally failing to explore what it means for a cultivar of a plant to be "sterile." Here's the thing. The 'Bradford' pear was supposed to be sterile, but it was not, the cultivar was just made up of clones of the same plant, and most plants can't fertilize themselves. When another cultivar of Pyrus calleryana is planted close to it, such as the 'Cleveland' pear, surprise surprise, THEY AREN'T STERILE.
IIRC it is possible to produce truly sterile cultivars by breeding a plant that can't make seeds/fruits and cloning those plants by vegetative propagation. A cultivar of cloned, genetically identical plants with completely unchanged reproductive ability is NOT STERILE, it is just banking on no other cultivars of the plant ever existing nearby. Which is deeply stupid.
Yes, "cultivars" (the names in single quotation marks next to the name of the plant in a nursery label) are generally just groups of clones of the same founding individual. I'm not a fan of cultivars because they're basically Petri dishes for breeding disease. E.g. The Emerald ash borer was able to so thoroughly decimate ash trees in the USA partly because the gene pool of planted ash trees in American cities was 2-3 individual trees big. Now ornamental boxwoods seem to be dying off en masse in my area, and the reasons are probably similar.
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Hii, can I request some yandere! Eric Destler headcanons? Preferably NSFW ;)
Now this, this is beautiful- thank you for this request my dear!!! I’ll get to everyone else in due time!
General behavior, positions, and anatomy
Let’s start of with the basics- Erik tends to give up control in the bedroom, and if you so much as kiss him a little bit sweeter than normal, he becomes putty in your hands.
Erik will cry, there’s no way around it. He loves you so much, and the fact you are there with him in that moment is enough to turn the normally intimidating and obsessive man into a teary-eyed, clingy, red faced mess.
Please, kiss him until he can’t think straight. Erik soaks up any affection you give him like a dry sponge, and kisses and long cuddle sessions are great for aftercare or even during sex!
Now how about turn ons? Place him in your lap, facing you as you kiss him all over his face and neck while moving your arms along his back (I don’t care how weak you think you are, I am giving you the power to put this man in your lap) and you can bet within minutes he’s trying to subtly grind against you and begging for you to touch him. Eriks also a fan of you gripping his hips, no matter the context
If you are a fan of marking your partner up, you are in luck my dear! After you explain to Erik what hickeys are (and trust me, you will have to explain) and place an experimental one on his neck, he will beg for you to put them all over his body! It makes Erik feel loved and wanted by you, that you would so proudly say he’s yours all over his body. This is also a quick way to turn him on!
if you speak to him in French, even just calling him a pet name or telling him you love him, he will in fact be on his knees, pressing desperate kisses to your thighs and core within seconds all the while he has a very obvious bulge.
Eriks neck and ears are highly sensitive, and I encourage you to tease him in those areas with your mouth, and if you’re gentle you can even use your teeth. Fair warning though, his hips will start to buck uncontrollably and he will start whining. Truthfully, it’s adorable!
Now for anatomy- I would say he’s more of a grower not a shower, being four inches long flaccid and seven inches hard with an average amount of veins close to the surface, and just wide enough to where you will feel a stretch but not be sore after. I personally believe he has little to no body hair, and the amount that he does have is well groomed.
Eriks behavior during sex can vary, but the one thing that never changes is how vocal he is, his need to have you as close as possible, and his need to please you above all else.
Yes, Erik is very, VERY, vocal! He wants to communicate with you how good he feels, and even if he tries to hold in his moans, he fails miserably no matter how long you two are together.
“S’il te plaît, s’il te plaît, mon amour!!! G-good, feels so good!!! Mon ange, je t’aime, je t’aime!!”
Erik cums a large amount and it’s relatively thick in consistency, so not the greatest for swallowing, but luckily for you he’s not a fan of blowjobs. But you know what he is a fan of? Eating you out!
Erik is 100% willing to beg you to let him put his head between your legs with actual tears in his eyes. Seriously, it is actually his favorite thing to do besides you fucking him into next week, like, he could actually spend hours in between your thighs while he grinds against whatever he can to get friction. Erik is actually very greedy about eating you out as well, and if you try to pull away before he feels like he’s gorged himself as much as he can, he’s gonna let out an absolutely pathetic sounding whine of your name before dragging your hips back to his mouth and pleasuring you with even more vigor. Also when you cum on his tongue, he is for sure orgasming as well, even if he isn’t actually grinding on anything. The only thing I would caution you with is that Erik probably also wants you to sit on his face, which their is nothing wrong with, except for the fact that you may irritate his facial deformities, but he’s definitely still going to beg so you will have to be the one to say no.
another thing with eating you out is that Erik absolutely craves to be smothered. I’m talking about him gripping your thighs so tight it’ll leave bruises and him shoving your thighs against his face to the point he almost passes out, and yet all he can do is beg for you to let him keep eating you out. (Once again, you will have to be the one to make sure his face doesn’t get irritated because Erik really doesn’t care about anything other than making you orgasm)
“please, please, please, mon ange, mon cheri, just one more orgasm for me, please!”
Eriks absolute favorite position is The Face Off, because this way he can be absolutely surrounded by you while he has his arms around you and his face buried in the crook of your neck or desperately trying to kiss you, like I said previously, Erik is probably the clingiest partner you will ever have. But also honestly, he enjoys any position where you are on top or where you are domming him.
He won’t last long for a while, and by that I mean Erik will cum within five minutes just from shakily rutting his hips against you.
kinks, turn-offs, and aftercare
Praise kink, praise kink, praise kink!!! Erik loves to be told how good he’s doing, how handsome he is, etc! To the point where you decided to not give him any friction and just praise him, just to see what would happen, and much to your (not) surprise, he was able to cum just from that!
Overstimulation- this might be Eriks favorite kink, because it reminds him just how much you love him to be touching him like this and you praise him for doing so good.
Edging- Erik likes edging because he feels like it makes your sessions last longer, and it feels even better to cum after being denied for a bit. Be wary that if you edge him for to long however, he may become a bit temperamental!
if Erik is in one of his moods and won’t take his mask off, just do any combination of the above and he’ll rip it off
Also I’m willing to bet good money he has a mommy kink, but the only way you’ll find out is by pure accident when you were overstimulating him probably, the poor man just wants to be nurtured and to be absolutely drowned in your love
he doesn’t have many hard turn offs, but degradation towards both you or himself as well as bondage is something he will never do, because it reminds him of his insecurities and traumas.
Erik has a relatively high sex drive, and as long as you initiate it, you can end up railing him from four to five days a week for about two hours at a time after he gets some experience with you.
Before Erik kidnapped you, Erik is ashamed to admit that he used to steal your dirty clothes like bras and underwear so he could enjoy your scent while he desperately fucked himself into one of your (also stolen) pillows. And if you wear modern clothes like hoodies, he always makes sure to put said hoodie on a pillow, so he can cuddle it at night and pretend it’s you he’s holding.
“oh mon amour, I wish you were here with me right now- I want to make you feel good. One day, but for now I must have patience. Je t’aime, mon cheri.”
After care is a must for both of you!! Truthfully this is basically just cleaning each other up, drinking water, and Erik laying on top of you while he listens to your heartbeat as you both drift off. If you are wearing a pajama shirt afterwards, Erik really likes to crawl inside so that he can have skin to skin contact and be nestled as close to you as he can be.
( I don’t care who you think Christine should have ended up with, Erik is my babygirl and I will die on this hill)
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Since we’re on the topic of Uchiha cock, let’s compare, shall we?
Indra: the founder of all Uchiha Cock
Honestly, I don’t know much about this man. But didn’t he pioneer the clan in the first place? So literally every single male in the clan sort of is blessed by his cocks genes. Phew, I hope you have a pair of underwear to change into. 😈😈😈
- Proportionate from crown to base, this man’s cock was almost painted for a portrait once.
- Not exceedingly veiny, but they’re there. And in all the right places, and if you’re a good girl, he’ll show you just where those places are.
- Dark head, semi lighter shaft, definitely exotic. His cock is the focal point of his southern region, neatly adorned with beautiful carpet that matches the drapes.
- Uncut, the ridges on his foreskin sort of are stimulating. Especially on first entry, so he will tease and tease you until he slams it in, fast without warning.
- Exceptionally thick, you’ll feel stretched stupid by this man’s cock. And when he presses a hand to your lower abdomen, you instantaneously start to flutter and come. It’s like magic.
- Exceedingly long, cervix taps all around for you. And he’s not gentle about it, he wants to make sure that that every drop of his seed shoots near it, especially when you ovulate.
Rating: 8/10 length 9/10 girth and 10/10 cock whipped @belit0 into oblivion 🫠
Madara: the shameless Uchiha cock
Similarly to Indra, he is at the starting line of the next generation for all Uchiha males. And outside of beating someone in battle, he beats pussy even better with cock. It’s glorious—picturesque. Even his enemies are green with envy, their wives RUN to Madara, but he shuns them. Truly a man made from the hands of the gods themselves. Hushed rumors between loose lipped women in their clan praise worship to him, and although he is a private person. He enjoys the secret whispers about his cock. It’s free advertisement and plenty of women throw themselves at him when he is out and about.
- Big fat head, ok? His foreskin doesn’t even cover his tip.
- Exceptionally sensitive. Madara has stamina for days, but if the right pair of thick lips wrap around him and suck that fat fucking head, he’s going to thrust into your throat until he comes and then drops you off where he found you. Sorry but he has more important things to do and this was a quickie.
- Drippy, excited when a new woman falls into his sheets. His cock leaks happily. A new hole to fill and another potential pregnancy. Which leads to the next point.
- His pullout game is weak despite being unbridled in battle. The man is fully enslaved to the Uchiha breeding kink. The more mini Madara’s the better, though he only exclusively fucks Uchiha women. No exceptions.
- Not incredibly long, nor short. He is a shower not a grower, and will make you suck him soft until he is hard.
Rating: 6/10 length 10/10 girth 12/10 has kids he doesn’t know about.
Izuna: eh—Uchiha cock
Another Uchiha I am uncertain about, but this man strikes me as a mix between Sasuke and Shisui. Sasuke because he can be emotionally dormant. Doesn’t want or like kids, but will eventually one day have to make sure he has at least one. And Shisui because the guy has drip and a sort of fun bad boy side that he doesn’t show anyone other than the woman he shares all himself with. It was as if the gods split his personality and reincarnated him into the two younger Uchiha because each side of the coin developed better between the two.
- Small-ish, but it grows and grows and grows. You think twice before shunting him aside. Extra long, a half inch or so doesn’t fit to the hilt.
- Sort of skinny, not in a bad way—he just wasn’t blessed like the rest of them. Ask him for a back stroke though, it’ll make up for it and have you crying for air several orgasms later, pleading for a break.
- Will reluctantly cum inside his wife. After 6 years of marriage though, and hounding from his brother to give his niece/nephews play friends (and cohorts in war).
- Realizes he likes coming inside his wife and has 3 more kids. Sorry Izuna, you’re a family man now.
- Secretly gets a vasectomy.
Rating: 10/10 length 4/10 girth 8/10 secretly a happy dad
Obito: the man of the hour Uchiha cock
This guy. Doesn’t even know what he has. Unknowingly is the most modest about his junk out of all the Uchiha. Thinks it’s genetics and never once thought he was adorned with the most beautiful cock out of all the Uchiha bloodline. When he finally feels comfortable to bed his new girlfriend he is shocked by your reaction and it awakens a whole new side of Obito.
- Big. Just big, big everything. Hands, torso, thighs. Toned, muscled and ripped up back. The man is built like a fucking 56k tonne Mack truck. Even when he is careful, and he worries a lot about that, it’s still rough. You love it though.
- Thickest cock game all around. It’s not overtly veiny but they do protrude when he has been properly edged and driven to the brink of insanity by him, lucky you. Cause she’s gonna get it and then some.
- Slow, fast, hard or soft. No matter the pace, Obito takes pride in his clan genetics little by little when he fucks 6 or 7 orgasms out of you.
- Big and fat aren’t the only things. When he comes it’s nearly cataclysmic. And he’ll secretly pretend he didn’t finish yet, just to fuck it back into you. Savage man I tell you.
Rating: 10/10 length 10/10 girth and 20/10 fucked stupid by him.
Shisui: legendary Uchiha cock
My light. The vision with no place to go. I love him wholly. But I’ll be honest, he is a filthy slut—because he fucks everyone. Pullout game on fleek—unless you’re on birth control, he’ll live out his wildest breeding fantasy with you, and maybe even gift you a real baby if you’re not on the pill. Who knows. This man doesn’t use a condom, ever. He won’t fuck just anyone though, their yearly physical has to be clean of STIs, emotionally fit and exceeding core strength. He’s going to have you in situations where sex is the least of your concern because nothing, and literally nothing, gets him off more than the element of surprise. Just killed an enemy in front of him? You get fucked, propped up against anything he can lean you over, and if there isn’t anything to support you with, you’ll be standing. Legs trembling, cramping and giving out. That’s just his lip service. I haven’t even talked about his cock.
- It’s not shy. You know it’s there even if he isn’t hard. Can fuck you with a half hard chubby if time allowed it and if he is too tired.
- Not entirely long, but that is ok. Shisui LOVES, LOVES to be close. Cradling you in his arms, pounding flesh until it echos, alerting everyone and anyone.
- KISSES. Cervix kisses, lip kisses. He wants to put his cock, EVERYWHERE that you allow him to—king of consent. Always jokes that your belly button is under developed because his cock should fit there too.
- Please, please, please tug his testicles. Unlike the other Uchiha, Shisui is the only one who loves to have them tugged, especially when he comes.
- His nick name is the super soaker. Not because of how big his load is, but given his lack of superior length, it’s not that short but still, he works a little extra hard to overstimulate you, making you squirt all on his cock. And even if he’s already came inside you, he will still lick and suck all that lovely marinate you guys just made.
Rating: 7/10 length 9/10 girth 10/10 if you fuck around, you’ll find out what’s it’s like to be folded like a lawn chair underneath him.
Itachi: dark horse of the Uchiha clan
This man here. Certified undercover freak. If he even senses you are giving him the opportunity, though he will ask first, just know that whatever dark paradise this man unleashes on you will forever be seared into your front temporal lobe. Not only will he emotionally lobotomize you to think of him and only him. He is physically capable of eliciting even the most deplorable desires you never dreamed of recreating with someone. Itachi has his own private theatre which you take center stage. The break down:
- Tsukuyomi. This is your playground. Anything you can imagine, dream, think and even feel is at the hands of Itachi. Though using his genjūtsu is saved for special occasions.
- Incredibly heavy headed. The crown of his cock appears to swell a bit more than most Uchiha males. Stretching your tight entrance repeatedly, just so he can watch it disappear and dissect your dribbling cunt.
- You get an Itachi and you get an Itachi and everyone here gets an Itachi. Or at least every hole that is. Just like Shisui, this man wants to fill every orifice of your body. Simultaneously. And Tsukuyomi is capable of just that.
- If you’re exceeding sensitive to pressure, he’ll feather his tongue over your clit from below, while his clone impales your weeping cunt, and another clone to muffle out the cries of pleasure is in your mouth.
Rating: 8/10 length 8/10 girth 10/10 leaving you fucked up beyond belief.
Merry Christmas you filthy animal. 😈😭
i.......... i can't even............ i mean................. FUCK
I have to admit Obito's is just how I always imagine him (did you read my mind?), perfect portrait of him🫱🏼🫲🏼
I agree with literally everything (except one part), so I'm going to dive into my personal opinion of one particular section (my favorite), let me elaborate:
IZUNA HAVING A SECRET VASECTOMY, YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
I must say I differ a bit with his profile cause he is my special boy, I think he would finish up inside any woman who tells him she is on the pill (and if he's too horny, sometimes he doesn't even ask) just because of how incapable he is of controlling his breeding kink.
I think there would be more little Izunas running around (which he wouldn't take care of unless they came to throw the kid in his face) than Madaras.
Madara has to take care of an image, he can't have huge amounts of unknown children, on the other hand, Izuna escapes that responsibility and jumps from bed to bed as he pleases because no one can stop him.
Izuna is the real slut of the Uchiha clan, always hungry for a new pussy and never stopping in the same bed for two nights. He fucks all the women of the clan (leaving more than one unrecognized child lying around) and then starts with the village women once it's founded. No one can stop him, Madara literally forces him to marry.
I love the description of him being a combination of Sasuke's emotional inability and Shisui's wild side, I think they both got more genes from him than from any other ancestor (they are probably offspring of one of the children Izuna never recognized, linked directly by blood).
His high sexual experience gives him a development capacity in bed that no other has, he is not tied to anyone and always changes person, without discriminating genders (if he likes a man very much, nothing stops him). He is the physical description of Uchiha passion, pure fire running through his veins constantly.
I believe his dick loses importance in the equation because Izuna has the best hand-and-mouth game in the whole clan. That man destroys you under his wet caresses before even fucking and leaves you so sensitive you come over and over again on his cock. It is a tactic he finds necessary because nothing makes him come better than the desperate cries of a woman under his body.
welcome to sam's ted talk pips, i hope u guys enjoy as much as I did
now if u excuse me, i have to use all this information for prolific writing🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠
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The Gullah and Geechee culture on the Sea Islands of Georgia has retained ethnic traditions from West Africa since the mid-1700s. Although the islands along the southeastern U.S. coast harbor the same collective of West Africans, the name Gullah has come to be the accepted name of the islanders in South Carolina, while Geechee refers to the islanders of Georgia. Modern-day researchers designate the region stretching from Sandy Island, South Carolina, to Amelia Island, Florida, as the Gullah Coast—the locale of the culture that built some of the richest plantations in the South.
Many traditions of the Gullah and Geechee culture were passed from one generation to the next through language, agriculture, and spirituality. The culture has been linked to specific West African ethnic groups who were enslaved on island plantations to grow rice, indigo, and cotton starting in 1750, when antislavery laws ended in the Georgia colony.
Enslavement
Courtesy of Georgia Archives.
Rice plantations fostered Georgia’s successful economic competition with other slave-based rice economies along the Eastern Seaboard. Coastal plantations invested primarily in rice, and plantation owners sought out Africans from the Windward Coast of West Africa (Senegambia [later Senegal and the Gambia], Sierra Leone, and Liberia), where rice, indigo, and cotton were indigenous to the region. Over the ensuing centuries, the isolation of the rice-growing ethnic groups, who re-created their native cultures and traditions on the coastal Sea Islands, led to the formation of an identity recognized as Geechee/Gullah.
There is no single West African contribution to Geechee/Gullah culture, although dominant cultural patterns often correspond to various agricultural investments. For example, Africa’s Windward Coast was later commonly referred to as the Rice Coast in recognition of the large numbers of Africans enslaved from that area who worked on rice plantations in America.
Language
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Gullah is thought to be a shortened form of Angola, the name of the group first imported to the Carolinas during the early colonial period. Geechee, historically considered a negative word identifying Sea Islanders, became an acceptable term in light of contemporary evidence linking it to West Africa. Although the origins of the two words are not definitive, some enslaved Africans along the coast had names that were linked to the Kissi group, leading to speculation that the terms may also derive from that particular culture.
Linguist Lorenzo Dow Turner researched and documented spoken words on the coast during the 1930s, traced similarities to ethnic groups in West Africa, then published the Gullah dialect lexicon, Africanisms in the Gullah Dialect (1949). His research confirms the evolution of a new language based on West African influences and English. Many words in the coastal culture could be matched to ethnic groups in West Africa, thereby linking the Geechee/Gullah people to their origins. Margaret Washington Creel in A Peculiar People: Slave Religion and Community-Culture among the Gullahs (1988) identifies cultural and spiritual habits that relate to similar ethnic groups of West Africans who are linked by language. Her research on the coastal culture complements Turner’s findings that Africans on the Sea Islands created a new identity despite the tragic conditions of slavery.
Cultural Heritage
Documentation of the developing culture on the Georgia islands dates to the nineteenth century. By the late twentieth century, researchers and scholars had confirmed a distinctive group and identified specific commonalities with locations in West Africa. The rice growers’ cultural retention has been studied through language, cultural habits, and spirituality. The research of Mary A. Twining and Keith E. Baird in Sea Island Roots: African Presence in the Carolinas and Georgia (1991) investigates the common links of islanders to specific West African ethnicities.
The enslaved rice growers from West Africa brought with them knowledge of how to make tools needed for rice harvesting, including fanner baskets for winnowing rice. The sweetgrass baskets found on the coastal islands were made in the same styles as baskets found in the rice culture of West Africa. Sweetgrass baskets also were used for carrying laundry and storing food or firewood. Few present-day members of the Geechee/Gullah culture remember how to select palmetto, sweetgrass, and pine straw to create baskets, and the remaining weavers now make baskets as decorative art, primarily for tourists.
Image from Richard N Horne
Photograph by Sharon Maybarduk
In 1997 the two women met in the African village to share and reenact what was understood as a Mende funeral song, sung only by the women of Jabati’s family lineage, who conducted the funerals of the village. Evidence suggests that a female member of Moran’s family had been forced into captivity from the village nearly 200 years before. The return of the song and the visit from the Moran family led to a countrywide celebration that can be viewed in the documentary The Language You Cry In (1998). The discovery of the song and subsequent linguistic research confirmed yet another link between the cultures of West Africa and the Georgia coast.
Such corresponding practices as similar names, language structures, folktales, kinship patterns, and spiritual transference are but a few areas that suggest a particular link between the southeastern coastal culture of the United States and Sierra Leone in West Africa.
Migration
Thousands of enslaved laborers from Georgia and South Carolina who remained loyal to the British at the end of the American Revolution (1775-83) found safe haven in Nova Scotia in Canada and thus gained their freedom. Many returned to Sierra Leone in 1791 and the following year established Freetown, the capital city. Members of that group are identified today as Krio.
Fugitives from slavery were also harbored under Spanish protection in Florida prior to the Second Seminole War (1835-42). Native American refugees from around the South formed an alliance with self-emancipated Africans to create the Seminole Nation. The name Seminole is from the Spanish word cimarrón, meaning runaway. The 1842 agreement between the United States and Spain, which ended the Seminole hold on Florida, caused a migration to Indian Territory (present-day Oklahoma). Some Seminoles followed Spanish protectors to Cuba and to Andros Island in the Bahamas.
Photograph by Jennifer Cruse Sanders
During the 1900s, land on some of the islands—Cumberland, Jekyll, Ossabaw, Sapelo, and St. Simons —became resort locations and reserves for natural resources. The modern-day conflict over resort development on the islands presents yet another survival test for the Geechee/Gullah culture, the most intact West African culture in the United States. Efforts to educate the public by surviving members of the Geechee/Gullah community, including Cornelia Bailey of Sapelo Island and the Georgia Sea Island Singers, help to maintain and protect the culture’s unique heritage in the face of such challenges.
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Mario x GN Reader NSFW Headcanons
As the title implies, NSFW content here so MINORS DNI!!!
🔥 - He was definitely a little embarrassed to tell you what he wanted from and when he wanted to start spicy times with you the first few times you did it.
🔥 - Lost shame later on and became more direct with you; but nothing too crazy, he just tells you when he’s in the mood and asks you if you’re up for it. And don’t be afraid to tell him when you also have any needs that must be taken care of, he loves to service you in any way he can.
🔥 - And hiding your needs from him wouldn’t be a very wise decision since he’ll find out eventually and push the right buttons to get you to relax and succumb to your desires.
🔥 - A bit of an exhibitionist. As in, LOVES to show off his own body in front of you. And even if he’s fully clothed, undress him with your eyes and mind and he’ll be over the moon, he absolutely relishes in having your undivided attention on him.
🔥 - Buy him any type of underwear you want, he’ll gladly put it on to show what it looks like on him.
🔥 - If you encourage him enough, you can get him to be risky in public.
🔥 - Would send you teasing or outright explicit pictures to your phone on those days he’s feeling too pent up and knows he won’t get to see you in a while or when he’s able to get away from his duties for some time.
🔥 - His cock is about average but is kinda thick. However, he has big balls that hang (and may or may not use this to his advantage whenever he wants to tease you).
🔥 - Also, he’s for sure a grower rather than shower.
🔥 - Tends to get rid of armpit hair and the like in general, but keeps a good bit of his happy trail. And usually just trims down there instead of shaving when he sees its getting a bit bushy, unless he thinks its time for change every once in a while.
🔥 - Thought he was fine for the most part until he found out he has a bit of a short fuse whenever your touch is involved, and he’s very embarrassed about it even if it’s not that bad. So it’s a good idea to learn what his limits are and to reassure him it’s not an issue.
🔥 - Don’t worry though, even if he can’t hold it in for too long, he recovers fairly quick and is ready for more in no time. When he gets too into it it’s almost like he has no refractory period.
🔥 - Not opposed to quickies if either of you won’t have the time for the real deal later in the day.
🔥 - Pull or maybe don’t if you value your own ability to form coherent thoughts his hair when he gives you oral, he’ll lose all restraint.
🔥 - Doesn’t mind trying out new things just as long as you enjoy it.
🔥 - Not too vocal in general but you can expect some moans or other sounds depending on how close he is to orgasm or how good his release felt. Other than that, you’ll hear a lot of pants and heavy breathing.
🔥 - More of a gentle sex kinda guy. Not that he doesn’t like it when it’s rough, but it’s just what his mind defaults to.
🔥 - Kind of related to the exhibitionist side of him, he loves holding eye contact with you. Besides liking the feeling of being watched, he just likes to show you how good he’s feeling and also needs to know you’re enjoying yourself.
🔥 - Whether you say his name in a drawn out moan or in a more commanding tone, he loves it all the same and his body visibly reacts to it.
🔥 - Get ready for lots of making out, he can’t go having sex without also having your mouth on his.
🔥 - Has the best aftercare in the world. Will help you clean up, catch your breath and tend to you if you need the aid and would totally bring some snacks for the both of you to share and recover your energy.
🔥 - If you’re both too tired to even have proper aftercare, he’s sooooo cuddling with you and holding you gently. You’ll be greeted the next day to praises in his sleepy voice.
#smb mario#super mario bros x reader#smb x reader#super mario bros#mario x reader#character headcanons#minors dni#cosmic writing
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Gifts of Fate - WIP Intro
(Original fiction, Days of Dusk book 1)
The Witcher x Fullmetal Alchemist
Pitch: The hero was chosen by the villain to become might incarnate. With all due respect, he'd like to decline.
Genre: NA hard fantasy
Word count: 107k
Status: Querying.
Lissan's Sword materialises in the nick of time, to save his and two children's lives. He accepts that the law requires him to enlist with the Army and leave his home behind. He refuses to be treated as a test subject by an officer gone rogue, who puts a blood-thirsty demon in his mind, which threatens to kill everyone around him with his own hands. Outmatched and outnumbered, he is desperate for help.
Two unlikely friends – the Prince Successor and the resident prodigy who clawed his way up the Army's ranks – work with Lissan to dismantle the conspiracy and free him from the demonic influence. They face opposition both from the Army's generals who are unwilling to accept that there is a traitor among them, and from the traitor himself, who has no qualms about forcing people to believe in his lies with the power of his Sword.
While the demon is vying for control over Lissan's powers, body, and mind, the traitor strives to usurp the Sun King's throne.
Features:
⚔️ Found family
⚔️ Cool Swords - with self-indulgent superpowered HEMA fight scenes
⚔️ Platonic relationships
⚔️ Elemental powers
⚔️ Inner demon/enemy within
⚔️ Secondary world
Content Warnings (CW) for recurring elements:
Character death, gore, body horror, weaponised gaslighting
I will post specific CWs with each snippet.
Character Intros
Lissan || Gullin || Ianim || Varré
Setting
The Sunblessed Realm is inspired by Slavic folklore and Central and Eastern Europe in the 18th century. When people live for as long as they have the will to and the reality is measurably affected by their beliefs, the developments in sciences take a different turn.
Info dump list (to be updated):
Map || Magic system || Fashion || Architecture
Taglist for Days of Dusk (please message me to +/-): @acertainmoshke @another-white-hole @poetinprose
First chapter below the cut
CW: description of injury
“Lissan?” Marrik tugged on the cuff of Lissan’s sleeve. His voice struggled to pierce through the buzz of the market crowd.
Lissan tore his eyes off of the steel barrels of clouds that rolled sluggishly overhead, and pressed the laden basket to his hip before it started slipping. He looked down at the child with an inviting smile.
Adya jogged towards them, holding her goatskin jacket tight where the button had popped on the way to the market. In her other hand, she had a half-eaten apple that Lissan had bought her when she’d complained about being hungry. She stopped next to Marrik, bit into the apple, and caught his hand, as their mother told her to do. They were the neighbour’s kids, but they tagged along with Lissan to the Triash market often enough. Ella, their mother, had never said it, but he had an inkling that she was grateful to have them out of her hair.
“I wanna go back,” Marrik announced a little louder with a stomp of his foot. He was thirteen, with the top of his head barely reaching Lissan’s ribs, and Adya was half a head taller. Their faces were round, their hair still long, woven into silky, almost black braids that swept down their backs, and their clothes were plain tunics and thick stockings that children tended to wear.
Lissan’s smile grew. It was a good excuse to leave now, hoping to get home before it rained.
“All right, let’s tell my Dad, and then we’ll be off.”
They nodded eagerly and followed him like ducklings.
Dad was sitting on a bench outside the pub, the closest one to the heart of the market. Someone had put an oiled wooden flagon in his hand — probably the first one for the day. He was listening more than talking, while his two companions…
“I’m tellin’ ya,” Ilyan slurred. “Freeloaders, all of them. Nothin’ but a drain for our taxes.”
He was a son of one of the apple growers from Beetletun, in his prime at just over a hundred years old, and too outspoken for his own good. Lissan sighed and glanced around, checking that there wasn’t anyone angling to approach Dad. There didn’t seem to be; Dad conducted most of his business in the evenings at the pub, and it looked like he’d bartered all of this week’s wood carvings already.
The other companion — Zhinna, was that her name? — clapped Ilyan on the shoulder.
“Right you are. We’d be better off without the Army. There aren’t enough monsters for them to kill, not nowadays.”
Lissan bit his lip. While he agreed with her complaints, Dad was about to—
“Lissan! There you are. Did you see Nalda with the white ribbons in her hair?”
He needed a moment to remember. He’d definitely run into Nalda earlier in the morning, but did she have…?
“Yeah, I saw her, but we didn’t have time to chat,” he said. By Dad’s standards, the change of topic was exceptionally smooth. “I’m taking the kids home. I’ll pick you up at sundown?”
Dad grunted dismissively and took a swig from the flagon.
“Don’t worry about him.” Zhinna’s tone turned more serious. “I’ll see to it that he gets home all right.”
It was one fewer thing to worry about.
“Thank you!” he called over his shoulder. “We’re off.”
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The downpour started when they were half way to Beetletun. Lissan walked with his head held low, blinking away rivulets that ran from his temples. His hood and jacket had soaked through in minutes, and water had gathered in his boots and sloshed with every step, no longer cold.
The children ran ahead of him for a bit, then turned back. They jumped through puddles and moved incessantly; Lissan supposed it kept them warm. He watched them for a bit longer, until the basket started slipping from his numbed fingers. He shifted the grip on the handle, begging the Elements that the oilcloth was going to keep the contents dry enough.
Adya’s shout interrupted his musings. She ran to him, dragging her little brother, all mirth gone from their faces, their eyes open wide. She pointed over the stover fields to the right of the causeway, and Lissan followed her trembling arm.
The skies were torn open.
Darkness stood out against the clouds as if someone slashed them with a knife, then pried open with cruel fingers. Lissan squinted at it through the rain, batting away unbidden thoughts of fables told to children to get them to behave. He motioned for Marrik and Adya to get behind him. Maybe he should tell them to run instead, while stood there, rooted to the spot.
This was wrong. Ruptures belonged in the legends, together with the Sun King and the Winged Riders. The spawn of Primeval Darkness no longer prowled the Earth; the Army was meant to ensure that. The Swords weren’t supposed to let this happen. But there was no Sword there, no legendary figure, only Lissan and the two terrified children.
Marrik screamed when something started moving inside the rupture, black against black. He choked on the scream as the head of a grotesque monster emerged. Its body followed, round hooves clawing at the edge of the opening. It fell to the ground from a height that would have easily killed a person, and picked itself back up as if it was nothing. Even at a distance of over fifty paces, it looked enormous.
A bull, Lissan thought, his heart pounding, his breath quick and shallow. It was twisted, and corrupted, and repulsively wrong, but its shape and features, and the way it stomped its legs, still resembled an irate bull. Lissan wanted to laugh at how the comparison made a normal bull into a creature as docile as a newborn kitten. The sound that escaped him was more of a whimper. He clamped his jaw shut.
The monster’s head was held low, two horns — each the size of Lissan’s arm — pointed at him as they curved to be in line with its jaw. The mountain that was its body was covered in black, hairless hide, with muscles bunching underneath it like slithering slugs and leeches. Its hump rose to well over twice Lissan’s height.
The children sobbed behind him, but he didn’t dare to look away from the demon. He didn’t dare to blink. He hoped that it would lose interest if they stayed still. A Dark One, that’s what the monsters were called in tales he’d considered no longer true. It shook its head and took a step in their direction.
He set the basket at the side of the road with slow, minimal movements. Now that he wasn’t holding anything, his hands shook. He squeezed his eyes, desperate to clear his head and force the dread to subside. What can one person do against such monstrosity?
He felt a small tug on the hem of his jacket. Adya gripped it, holding Marrik close to her with her other arm. Lissan gently removed her hand.
“I’m going to distract it.” He heard his voice falter, but he continued despite it; “When I shout ‘run’, you run home and don’t look back. Got it?”
He saw her nodding out of the corner of his eye. He nudged them towards their home and skidded off the causeway, onto the fields, slipping on mud and soggy shrubs, and ignoring all instincts screaming at him to save himself. He walked sideways in the direction they came from, away from the children. The demon’s eyes — four of them — followed him.
Lissan yelled, throwing his arms in the air and waving madly, a wordless, primal scream, into which he poured all of his terror.
The Dark One charged.
“RUN!”
The demon’s head twitched, but it stayed focused on Lissan. Good. Now what?
He couldn’t outrun it, he realised with a sinking feeling. The black mass was gaining more speed that he’d imagined was possible. He inched left, so that the monster was going directly at the causeway. As it lowered its head to swipe up with its horns, Lissan dived to the side.
The demon rammed its bulk into the causeway, crushing the sodden shrubs and bushes. It needed a couple of heartbeats to locate Lissan again. He didn’t think he could repeat this trick, but at least he was back on his feet, and the Dark One’s charge was broken.
It stomped its hoof, leaving a deep imprint in the squelchy ground. It was too heavy to lose its footing, as much as Lissan prayed for a smile of Fate right about now. Or a Sword. Where was the Army when they were for once needed?
He stopped thinking when the monster charged. It didn’t have enough distance to gain speed, but it felt even more inevitable this way. Lissan leapt to the side again, grasping for what else he could do. He wrestled a young bull once, at a village fair, showing off for a guy. It was a miracle that he didn’t end up with a broken bone back then. He wanted to laugh in mad desperation at the thought of trying to catch this demon by the horns.
It closed the distance and tossed its head sideways. Lissan slipped on the mud. The horns hit his side, throwing him a few yards into the fields. He rolled onto his back, but the demon was on him before he even attempted to stand up, its reeking breath enveloping him. He wasn’t sure if he screamed — the rush of blood in his ears drowned all sounds. Warmth spread over his groin and thighs. In that moment of distraction the monster stomped its hoof on his calf, crushing his muscles. Lissan yelped; his vision blurred with pain.
The horns speared the ground above his shoulders, one of them an inch away from his head — he hit his ear on it as he tossed. In the first reflex his hands flew to the horns, trying to push them away, but everything was slick with rain. His heart pounded painfully against his ribs. He ended up pressing his back into the ground as the enormous teeth chomped closer and closer to his face, while the horns were driven further into the soil.
He raised his right arm to shield himself, aware of the futility of the gesture. He begged the Fate, the Elements, the All-Mother, any deity that would listen, for something — anything — more substantial.
He didn’t want to die. He refused to. He couldn’t die. He had to make sure that Marrik and Adya made it home, that the groceries were kept dry enough in his basket, that his father got back home later in the evening.
The monster didn’t care.
Lissan moved his arm out of the way of the teeth in the nick of time and pounded on its snout. Its jaw hit him in the chest and knocked the wind out of him. He gasped for air and hit it again, which only irritated the demon more.
He couldn’t keep it up. How long until the monster simply powered through his blows? How long until his strength ran out? Was he even—
No. He refused to give up; he couldn’t, not until he knew the children made it home safe. He reached for the horns to the sides of his head and pushed himself down, under the mouth, then rolled to the side. He was too slow. The demon yanked the horns out of the ground, catapulting clumps of soil, and clipped him with a tip of one on the shoulder. Lissan rolled further, disoriented, losing coordination. Mud got into his mouth, and he choked on it, his vision going dark. The demon reared and he dragged his legs out of the way of the hooves in the nick of time. The horns came down — he couldn’t tell if one of them speared his bicep or just his sleeve, but he couldn’t move his left arm, and couldn’t get away from the teeth that were so much closer than before.
Please. He choked on his tears.
He raised his right arm across his face. His left tightened into a useless fist, and pain jolted through his arm.
Please, give me something to fight with.
He was going to first lose the arm, then his life.
I want to fight.
The Sword appeared in his clenched right hand out of thin air. His fingers were pushed apart to wrap around a comfortable grip. Its weight dragged his arm further across his body as the tip fell to the ground to his left.
The monster opened its jaw. Lissan slashed up and across, in a wide arc. He ground his teeth, pouring every last bit of his strength into this one attack. His last chance to live. The blade was driven deeper into the demon’s head than he’d anticipated, and black ichor spilled from the wound. Lissan rolled, ducking his head under the monster’s jaw. He heard the liquid sizzle on the ground behind him, moments before the body of the Dark One burst apart, covering him in oily black ash. The demon was dead.
He lived.
The Dark One was dead, and he survived.
He fell on his back and his arm dropped across his chest, his hand still clenching the Sword. He looked up at the weeping clouds, and let the rain wash the demon’s remains from his face. Eventually, he convinced himself that the Dark One was truly gone.
He could have laid there for hours, cold and still. Alive. Exhausted, hurt, but alive. He twitched his hand to pump the air and whoop in triumph, and the Sword weighed it down. Fuck.
It wasn’t that heavy, he supposed, four pounds at most. It was lighter than some axes he’d used, and it had a more comfortable heft to it. He lifted it and took a closer look. The grip was long enough to fit his two hands, and at its end was a detailed wolf’s head the size of a large walnut — a nice counterbalance to the blade. On the other side of his quivering hand was a simple cross-guard, followed by a straight double-edged blade, as wide as his three fingers at its base, tapering towards the tip. It was longer than he’d imagined the Swords from the tales. It also seemed antiquated — city guards in Siltwood carried curved, single-edged sabres, as he recalled. Not that he had much interest in weaponry.
Lissan looked down its length one last time, muttering another curse, closed his eyes, and drifted towards nothingness.
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Get real
Could it be true, or are commercial Christmas tree growers just whistling past the artificial-tree display …?
On Monday, the local newspaper published a story about a local tree farm selling out of trees before Thanksgiving Day. They had to close down the operation until next year.
The paper quoted a Michigan State University extension official - a Christmas tree specialist - as saying live Christmas trees sales have taken a big jump since 2020.
That goes contrary to a long-running trend; currently 85 percent of Christmas trees on display in the U.S. are fake.
The extension guy said the new trend is "generally attributed to various pandemic effects."
Which pandemic effects ....? He didn't enumerate. I wish the local reporter had pressed him on that.
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Hi friend! I’m still in the processing phase of the new vault tracks, but usually I have a front-runner, or ones that I know I love and some that’ll be growers, and maybe 1 that’s Not For Me. The other re-record vaults have been like that for me, anyway. I love all of these so much?! Every time I think I’m obsessed with one, the next one plays and I’m like “OH YEAH! This one exists too!” I’m so grateful Taylor included vault tracks as part of her re-recording process. I get that it’s good marketing, but she also didn’t have to be this vulnerable in the choices, nor slay so hard (she can’t help that), and I’m v v grateful. I hope you’re loving this album too 🩵
This is not quite in response to your point but taking the opportunity to talk about it now because I've been thinking a lot about what I think begrudges a lot of people about Taylor in that she's managed to make being authentically vulnerable a profitable marketing endeavour. I think that rankles people because there's this false equivalence of sincerity and good business where you can have one but not the other or that these two traits are morally incompatible.
The Secret Sessions are a perfect example of this where it was such an incredible way to create a viral and incredibly exciting fan touchpoint moment to market an album and it was insanely vulnerable and wild for an artist of her stature to invite fans INTO HER HOMES. Fan connection + Approachable/friendly + business savvy.
The re-records are another great example of this with the vault tracks because they give people something new to latch onto and generate intrigue and buzz while also giving fans (new or old) fresh perspective on that period in her life and new content to get to listen to without having to write and release an entirely new LP because they rely on already written tracks.
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Today for Houseplant Spotlight, I wanted to feature my Crispy Wave Fern (Asplenium Nidus), pictured here with Snuffy the Sloth, a toy my daughter outgrew, but I thought it was cute, so it lives on my desk now.
A few years ago, I had a previous, less-successful attempt to get into houseplants. I had done some research and found that the crispy wave fern was highly rated in terms of air purification. I ordered one from some place online, and despite my best efforts, it bit the dust.
I got this one from Aldi (I get a lot of my plants from grocery stores, tbh, because that's where I go). It was listed, rather generically as a "Farmhouse Fern," but it's the same thing I had before.
It isn't a fast grower or anything, but it's still alive many months later. The main tip for these is to never water them in the center. It's very tempting! It's got this nice, sort of open center that looks like the perfect place to put the water, but NO. There's some weird little granule things down in there that are actually new leaves developing. If you water down in there, it will pool and rot the plant and it will die.
I'm actually pretty vigilant against root-rot overall with this plant. I've got it planted in African violet soil, which doesn't hold water very well at all, and it's in a bottom-watering pot. I never mist it. It's lived in a couple places in my house, but currently sits on the desk next to my computer, in a west-facing bay window, and it's been doing well there. Basically, my primary rule for keeping this one alive is just leave it alone.
It's a pretty little plant, in my opinion. The fronds are very stiff and sturdy. Hopefully, it's keeping me well-supplied on clean, crisp oxygen. :)
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putting my live reactions & first listen ratings to tell me i’m alive under a cut lol
are you there - 7/10
who’s on drugs
calm down - 5/10
“thoughts and prayers so what who cares” ok political activism era
microplastics?????? not on my bingo card for words on this album
this song feels like it’s trying too hard
could grow on me
eb // ah - 8/10
alex is so right for “i wrote a record just to make the sun shine” being his favorite lyric. boy it’s good. it’s obvious but it hits.
i like when he talks about being high 😌
classic atl song
IM SO SORRY THE WAY HE SINGS “i wanna see you in my old t-shirt / i wanna fuck until the pain don’t hurt” i do NOT feel normal about this!!!!!!!!
the sniff?????? good shit
tsolg - 7/10
it’s giving 80s its giving that outfit that alex posted one time about being their look for the next era
“i need the company but not the shade that they throw” is this about girl gang lol
“my best friend says i need to find someone new” yeah alex your best friend and just about everyone else after watching you go from one girl you’ve been back and forth with your whole life to another ANYWAY
ok mama’s boy red flag
new religion - 6/10
idk this feels like something any band could write and has written
could grow on me
twymm - 9/10
“you say this happens all the time yeah that’s kinda the point / we can’t keep on doing this” he wrote the lisex theme song
this is my favorite song
but i could do without the robot part alex you could’ve written a bridge instead and it’s a bit generally repetitive
i’d be fine - 8/10
i LOVE the way this song starts
alex got so sexual on this album to be clear i am NOT complaining
kill ur vibe - 5/10
nice of him to write janelle a song hm the line about being safest place made me think lisa. toss up.
something about this song is so meh to me
ok the “ha ha” sold me a bit
the other side - 9/10
brb revisiting my calendar to find the november significance
“deep in the canyon” very california
another back and forth song about lisex lol wow two on one album
the mess in june???????? ok brb need to research (listen it could just be a rhyme but i WILL get to the bottom of this)
hell yeah this is a bop
when the last chorus slows down. yummy.
lost along the way - 8/10
“can we start this record over” i’m OBSESSED
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first thoughts: i’m just glad they didn’t do too many singles like they did for wake up sunshine. i think i liked wake up sunshine more than this one on first listen, but there’s nothing wrong with it, we’ve just got a low of growers here.
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Anthro Allies Remastered (Part 10)
Now the Third and Final Part of the Arthropods
Endoterygota
Emorrossa (Insect Queen)
Lord Hexagath (Insect King)
Sawfly
Buzza (Sawfly)
Team
Stem sawfly
Horntail
Cedar wood wasp
Webbed Leaf
Xyelid
Megalodontes
Parasitic Wasps
Crimson the Abominable (Thistledown velvet ant)
The Hoard
P. Wood wasp
Sirex Woodwasp
Ichneumon Wasp
Gall wasp
Chalcid Wasp
Fairy wasp
Ensign Wasp
Crowned Wasp
Cuckoo wasp (Emerald wasp)
Velvet Ant (Cow killer)
Spider Wasp (Tarantula Hawk)
Tiphiid wasp
Scoliid wasp
Mammoth Wasp
Cockroach wasp (Jewel Wasp)
Sand digger wasp
Cicada Killers
Ant hunter wasp
Bee wolf
Aphid wasp
Eusocial Wasp
Queen Assaut
King Vespa
Prince Axe
Princess Strike
Warriors
Hornets
Yellow jackets
European wasps
Paper Wasps
Executioner wasps
Warrior wasps
Potter wasps
Hover wasps
Pollen wasps
Honey Wasp
Ants
Queen Amber
King Ore
Prince Beryl
Princess Siafu
Special Forces
Acrobat Ant, Dracula Ant, Exploding Ant, Mafia Ant, Shining Guest Ant, Sugar Ant
Colony
Black Ants (Garden worker), Red Ants (forager worker)
Argentine Ants (Warrior), Erratic Ants (sun workers), Needle Ant (Warrior), Ghost Ant (Scout), Stink Ants (aphid and caterpillar farmer), cone ant (pest control)
Eciton Ants (Generals/Tanks), Driver Ants (Army)
Trap Jaw Ants (Trappers), Dinosaur Ants (Moon Worshippers)
Diving Ant (Swimmer), Honey Pot Ants (Food dealers), Crazy Ants (Wild cards), Amazon Ants (Raider), Carpenter Ants (Builders), Tree Ants (Warriors), Hodor Ant (Bouncer), Giant forest ants (gladiators)
Leaf Cutter Ants (Builders), Weaver Ants (handmaidens and caretakers), Lemon Ants (mushroom growers), Pharaoh Ants (communication), Harvester Ants (harvesters), Pirate Ants (rogues), Raider Ants (raider), Electric ants (warriors), Fire Ants (Warriors), Big headed ants (Guard)
Bees
Queen Apidae
King Apo
Prince Kyle
Princess Pollen
Bee Hive
Dwarf/Asian Honey bee, Giant/European Honey Bee, Dog Bee, Sugar Bag bee (Honey makers), Carpenter bee (Builders), Bumblebee (Nectar collector), orchid bee (Flower manager), Sweat Bee (workers), Long horned Bees (Workers), Digger Bees (nest builders), Mining Bees (Mining and Excavation)
Plasterer bee (builder), Polyester bee (cloth maker)
Carder bee (Collectors), Leafcutter bee( (Weaver), Mason bee (molder), Wallace giant Bee (blacksmith)
Pantaloon Bee (Guards)
Australian Bee (soldiers)
Daniel and Lyon (lacewing & antlion)
Xan (Snakefly)
Zip(Alderfly)
Grounder (Ground beetles)
Live wire (Telephone pole beetle)
Knock Knock (Deathwatch beetle)
Lucky (Ladybug)
Lumi-Nate (Firefly)
Adorn (Jewel beetle)
IronShell/Ira (Horned Scarab beetle)
Horns (Stag Beetle)
George Schmutz (Dung beetle)
Red Rover (Rove beetle)
Ballin (Boll weevil)
Waxer (Giraffe Weevil)
Twist (Stylops)
Twiddle (Stylops)
Harleigh (Butterfly/Moth)
Eugene (Monarch Butterfly)
Genevieve (Silk Moth)
Cassidy (Caddisfly)
Bethany (House/Horse Fly)
Pesky (Gnat/Midge)
Zika (Mosquito)
Rome (Hover/Robber/Crane fly)
Sting (Scorpionflies)
Ichor (Fleas)
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We are seed keepers. Keeping seeds is an act of Truelove for our past and our collective future. Together with over 70 farms and gardens in our region and across the country, we share the seeds and stories of our beloved foodways across our diasporas: for us, grown by us. Together we learn how to best love our plant relatives, how to midwife their next generations, and how to carry forward their rich origin stories. We mentor apprentices and new seed growers and they teach us too. We send seeds back home. We do all this through the support of your seed orders: seed packet by seed packet. Half of each packet sale goes directly to our growers, honoring their work, their culture, and their expertise. We thresh: pulling the new from the old. We winnow: blowing the chaff from the world that is to come. We are seed keepers and it is our great joy and honor to be part of your seed journey. 1. @ainbaz with Smooth Bitter Melon from @resilientrootsfarm 2. Aleho (Nigerian leaf amaranth) from @justeviateas 3. Transkutukú Peanuts from the Shuar and Achuar communities of the Morona Santiago jungle, Ecuador. 4. Guar Gum, grown at the request of @nitalvadalia 5. Ethiopian Blue Mustard from Menkir Tamrat, an Ethiopian tech-worker turned farmer who introduced these seeds and other Ethiopian varieties to @artisan.seeds. 6. Fantastic Mr. Fox dahlia, named by @snapdragonflowersphilly. Dahlias are known as Cocoxochitl in Nahuatl and are an Aztec food crop. 7. Waterleaf aka Efo Gbure, from @okofarms with flowers closed up before an afternoon rain storm. #seedkeeping (at Glen Mills, Pennsylvania) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cf9MY8JuGVO/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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"On December 15, 1937, after the directive No. 50215 signed by N. Yezhov, the so-called "Greek operation" of the NKVD began. In 1937-38, everything that supported the Greeks after the loss of their homeland - the Greek language, schools, technical schools, publishing houses, theaters - were canceled and banned.
The command for the deployment of national operations on the February-March Plemun Central Committee was given by Stalin. It was he who declared about the bourgeois countries "which surround the Soviet Union, waiting for an opportunity to attack it, smash it, or, in any case, undermine its power and weaken it." These states, Stalin argued, "send twice, three times as many wreckers, spies, saboteurs, and murderers into the rear of the Soviet Union." Greeks were also among the "objectionable foreigners."
The most massive and bloody was the "Polish" operation. In addition to it, the following operations were carried out: "Romanian"; "Latvian" - it was first extended to Estonians, Lithuanians and Finns, but then a separate "Finnish" operation was carried out; "German"; "Bulgarian" and "Macedonian"; "Korean"; "Chinese". There were even "Iraqi" and "Afghan" operations. They also had a "Greek" one. Moreover, the Greeks were "taken" not only "Russian" (in the sense of Soviet), but also "Greek" - citizens of the Kingdom of Greece, who were in the USSR on completely legitimate grounds.
There was no connection with Greece, as with a capitalist country. During this period, the entire able-bodied male population aged 18 to 50 was shot or died in the camps. The exact number of victims has not yet been established. But it is known that the most bloody "Greek" operations were in the Donetsk region and the Krasnodar region. Only in Ukraine and only in the cases of "Greek counter-revolutionary organizations" in 1937-1938, 5474 people were arrested, and only in the one and only Donetsk region, only in January-October 1938, at least 3470 Greeks were shot according to the sentences of the OSO and the "troika". Only in the Krasnodar Territory in 1938, 5767 Greeks were repressed. Moreover, almost all, judging by the notes on the list, were shot, only literally a hundred or two were “lucky” - they were sent to camps. In total, today we can say that in December 1937 - May 1938, as part of the "Greek" operation of the NKVD, about 22 thousand Greeks were shot: 99% of the "Greek" executions occurred precisely in 1938. The logic was the same as during the executions by the Chekists of hundreds of thousands of all other Soviet citizens.
The basis for this work is the Greek colonies in the Rostov-on-Don and Krasnodar regions of the North Caucasus, Donetsk, Odesa and other regions of Ukraine, in Abkhazia and other republics of the Transcaucasus, in the Crimea, as well as widely scattered groups of Greeks in various cities and areas of the Union.
Directive No. 50215 dated December 11, 1937 read: “The materials of the investigation establish that the Greek intelligentsia is conducting active espionage, sabotage and insurgent work in the USSR, fulfilling the tasks of the British, German and Japanese intelligentsia."
“Along with espionage and sabotage work in the interests of the Germans and Japanese, Greek intelligentsia is developing active anti-Soviet nationalist activities, relying on a wide anti-Soviet stratum (fists-tobacco growers and gardeners, former merchants and entrepreneurs, smugglers, speculators, currency traders and others) among the Greek population of the USSR”.
The Greek intelligentsia and clergy were shot or completely repressed. This is what distinguishes Greek tragedy from the tragedies of other peoples. There was no one to pass on to the next generations the achievements of their Greek culture."
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#stop russian aggression#Greece#russia is a terrorist state#idk what they mean by 'completely legitimate grounds' - it's fucking ussr
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So You Want to Grow Strawberries
Strawberries, unlike many popular garden crops, are perennials, so before you even begin planting them, it’s worth considering where they’re going to go. Where are the walking paths through your garden? What’s around the strawberries – will you have enough space to get in and weed them? Enough space to get around them to mow? Strawberries reproduce most commonly via runners – special stems that grow from the mother plant and root in the dirt around them to form daughter plants – which means that you will need clear access all around the plant to keep them from staging a takeover.
If you’re growing strawberries to eat, it’s also worth considering how many strawberries you believe you or your household can consume. Some strawberries bear fruit all at once and others a little at a time, but almost all varieties have been selectively bred for high yields. Some sources I’ve found say that one plant can produce up to three pounds of fruit per season – and many manufacturers will sell plants as bare roots in a multi-pack. When I first bought strawberries, I found them in packs of 25 roots and purposefully decided not to plant them all, both for space considerations and because I knew there was no way my household could consume 75 pounds of strawberries in a season.
Special Concerns
As mentioned, strawberries reproduce by runners and are known to be fairly aggressive in their growth. Care will need to be taken to remove the runners when new plants are not wanted. Additionally, it’s worth noting that – while strawberries are perennials, they are not immortal and often experience a drop-off in productivity within a few years of being planted. The goal then, or at least what I’m shooting for, is to curate enough daughter plants to replace the aging mother plants while not allowing so many daughter plants that you lose control of your strawberry patch.
Second, strawberries have shallow root systems. This means they’re sensitive to drought (if the top level of soil dries out, so do they) and excessive heat (same deal). They, therefore, have high watering needs and need to be checked to make sure they’re not suffering. I’ve seen recommendations for drip irrigation methods, but for my home garden, I’m just going to go out at night with a watering can.
How to Plant
This is for folks who already know what variety they’re going to plant. For others, please check out my strawberry variety post.
There are a couple of ways to plant strawberries in the home garden. The way I picked was the matted row system - which the internet tells me is 18 inches apart in rows 3-4 feet apart. I’m dealing with limited space and also a lot of plants, so I will actually be planting 12 inches apart in rows 2 feet apart. The risk I run here is having anemic plants, but I think that should be alleviated by the fact that strawberries are aggressive growers.
In PA strawberries are planted in April, but check your local extension for more specific information relating to your zone.
How to Care
The first year you plant strawberries you should remove all flowers to ensure the plant is focused on root growth. Now, strawberries are perennials but they aren’t immortal either - you can expect to get four to five years out of any given plant. So, the general cycle here is
Year 1: Leave the plant alone
Year 2: Harvest strawberries, remove all runners
Year 3: Allow plant to set some number of runners to grow daughter plants (these begin at year 1 next year)
Year 4: Assess if its worth keeping the plant one more year, or remove plant entirely to allow room for new daughter plants
Otherwise, provide general care - weeding and fertilizing if necessary (get a soil test!) - taking care not to damage the strawberry’s shallow root system. During the winter straw should be placed as mulch to protect the dormant plants, which should be removed in March before the strawberries begin to grow.
Update: edited for clarity 4/5/23
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As a farmers market shopper, you are most likely familiar with the ‘Slow Food Movement’ that emphasizes the mindful consumption of unprocessed, seasonal foods that are locally grown and prepared using culturally traditional cooking techniques. It goes without saying that our farmers markets act as hubs for connecting people with all the ingredients they need to foster a healthy, slow food lifestyle and its thoughtful approach to eating. But did you know that this concept – and the larger ‘slow living’ umbrella that it is part of – has extended into many arenas of everyday life, including the purchasing of decorative, cut flowers? In fact, the very same principles that apply to the consumption of ‘slow foods’ also apply to the intentional choices we make when selecting fresh flowers to buy for ourselves and others.
Adorning one’s living space with colorful, sweetly scented flowers or gifting someone with a beautiful fresh bouquet is one of life’s simple pleasures that is accessible to most everyone. But behind those innocent-looking blooms sometimes lies a little-known dark side. Just as with modern-day industrial overproduction of food, the large-scale production, shipping and packaging of commercially grown cut flowers exacts a huge environmental toll that most consumers are generally not aware of. To address these issues, the slow flower movement encourages the sustainable, responsible and mindful consumption of decorative flowers. Along those lines, here are some things to keep in mind the next time you are looking to replace the desiccated, wilted stems in your hallway flower vase (hint: head directly to your local farmers market this summer).
Seasonal flowers
When you purchase fresh flowers in the dead of winter here in the northeast, such as buying a dozen red roses for your Valentine in mid-February, it’s a safe assumption that those blooms were not grown anywhere nearby. In fact, the majority of cut flowers sold in the U.S. are grown in far-flung warmer climates that allow for year-round production, such as California and South America. Happily, the arrival of summer to this region brings with it an influx of fresh produce into our farmstalls along with displays of fresh flowers, from sweet posies of wildflowers to sturdy bunches of sunflowers. Unlike industrially grown flowers, farmers market flowers are only available when the growing conditions allow for their production in harmony with nature’s rhythms. Whereas commercial growers routinely spray their crops with copious amounts of chemicals such as pesticides, herbicides and fungicides to ensure a constant yield, the seasonally appropriate production of local flowers requires fewer inputs and synthetic applications.
Refrigeration and transportation
After industrially grown flowers are harvested from fields and greenhouses, they are stored in chilled warehouses to preserve their freshness before being transported via refrigerated trucks to the airport where they are then flown to their various destinations via cargo planes. Upon arrival, they are transferred back into refrigerated trucks and driven to retailers and other commercial distribution centers. The long-haul transportation and extended refrigeration of these flowers before they reach their point-of-sale requires an enormous expenditure of energy that balloons the size of their carbon footprint. Alternatively, the farmers market flowers that you see have been grown locally and have made only a short trip from the field to the marketplace. They’ll be fresher by the time you get them home and your purchase helps support a small farm or flower vendor versus a large faceless corporation.
Native flowers
The range of exotic blooms you’ll find at a commercial florist or supermarket are typically not indigenous to the northeast, having been grown in different countries and warmer states. Amongst the cheerful posies of fresh flowers populating the farmstalls, you’ll find a preponderance of native plant varieties that have been growing in this area for thousands of years. These native flowers are uniquely adapted to thrive in the specific growing conditions of this region and have co-evolved alongside our local pollinators and wildlife forming a beneficial symbiosis and helping to promote biodiversity. For instance, Rudbeckia (aka black-eyed-susan or coneflower) is an herbaceous perennial native to North America that is prized for its showy golden yellow flowers that are being sold in our farmers markets right now. The nectar and pollen its flowers produce feeds native bees, butterflies, and other pollinators and it is also a larval host plant for Silvery Checkerspot (Chlosyne nycteis) caterpillars. Sticking within the yellow flower theme, all 52 varieties of sunflowers (Helianthus) are indigenous to North America while their seeds have formed a staple part of the American Indian diet for thousands of years.
Packaging
Unlike the bouquets sold by commercial florists and retailers that are often heavily packaged in plastic cellophane, when you purchase a bouquet in the farmers market, it may come wrapped in kraft paper or simply bundled up, ready to be tucked into your shopping tote. Whereas plastic film is hard to recycle and adding to our planet’s ongoing plastic pollution problem, paper is biodegradable and can be tossed in the compost along with your cut flowers once they have reached the end of their useful life.
And there you have it! We wish you a very happy summer season of ‘slow food’ AND ‘slow flower’ shopping in our Down to Earth farmers markets.
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