#north linden

[djbcadventures]

National Take A Walk in the Park Day

Happy National Take A Walk In the Park Day! Here are some of our local Central Ohio faves!

🏕🎠🛝🎡⛲️🌲🪴💐🌹🪷🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌲🌲

#bexley #north linden #clintonville #driving park #franklin park #livingston avenue #near east side #near south side #gahanna #groveport #reynoldsburg #powell #westerville #westgate #hilltop usa #short north #victorian village #upper arlington #grove city #merion village #the south side #dublin ohio #franklinton #whitehall #downtown columbus #discovery district #new albany #northland

[unteriors]

Colliers Chapel Road, Linden, North Carolina.

#Linden #North Carolina

[mariocki]

The Saint: The Man Who Could Not Die (4.6, ITC, 1965)

"I'm pretty good with a shotgun. I'll give you some pointers."

"Simon has quite a reputation as a marksman, Miles."

"Well I'm sure I'm not in Mr. Hallin's class."

"You're too modest."

"It's time one of us was."

#the saint #the man who could not die #itc #1965 #leslie charteris #terry nation #roger moore #patrick allen #jennie linden #robin phillips #richard stapley #ivor dean #meredith edwards #mary jones #another Moore directing job‚ and once again he seems to have chosen a high cost production episode to helm. Pat Allen is the guest of the #week‚ a victim of blackmail but also (SPOILER) the bad guy! viewers would have been familiar with Pat by this point in his career; he'd #just finished his final series in Crane earlier in the year‚ a proposed filler programme for Associated Rediffusion that proved so popular #that it ran for three years. after some dilly dallying in London‚ it's off to North Wales for a spot of weekend sport and to my (pleasant) #surprise‚ the production team actually went to the trouble of casting real Welsh actors! there's only two of them mind (actually it's a #fairly small cast altogether‚ perhaps saving some of the money spent on caves). Meredith Edwards was even an actual North Walian! and #better still‚ he actually throws a couple of lines in welsh in! (and i understood him; he stuck to the script and didn't take the #opportunity to be a bit naughty). much of the second half of the episode is spent in the Ogof y Ddraig caves; incidentally there does exist #a real Ogof y Ddraig (Dragon's cave) in North Wales‚ but it's a sea cave off Anglesey‚ not the inland system of caves depicted here #caves is a dangerous route for old tv: it's surprisingly difficult to make rocks look real‚ particularly if they have to fall or be climbed #despite what some slightly mean critics have said on imdb‚ The Saint team actually did a very impressive job. if individual rocks look a #little suspect‚ so be it‚ but the sheer scale of the rock faces they knocked up is to be applauded. this episode would have aired just a #few weeks before Linden could be seen in the first big screen Doctor Who outing (which also had Terry Nation connections of course..)

[faguscarolinensis]

Viburnum dilatatum / Linden Arrowwood at the Sarah P. Duke Gardens at Duke University in Durham, NC

#Viburnum dilatatum #Viburnum #Linden Arrowwood #Linden viburnum #Nature photography #Foliage #Berries #Sarah P. Duke Gardens #Duke Gardens #Duke University #Durham #Durham NC #north carolina

[youryanderedaddy]

tw: female reader, sadism/emotional torture, death threats, talk of death, degradation, Adamverse again (i am literally obsessed with his emo ass no joke)

You don’t know exactly what you did wrong. Maybe it’s because the dinner was just slightly less crispy than he likes, maybe it took you just one second too long to return his kiss - or maybe he just felt like torturing you - sometimes he got into these weird, sadistic moods, and you could never tell exactly where you had messed up. And you wish you did - oh how you wish he would tell you straight up, so you would be able to avoid the pain in future; alas that would never happen. Why would he let you in on the secret, why would he make the rules known if he has so much fun with you once you inevitably break them? He doesn’t need a reason to hurt you, because he already owns you, but sometimes he likes to have one; just so you’d blame yourself a bit more - just so you’d ask yourself what you could do better next time.

All you know now is that he’s mad, red - hot fury plastered all over his thin pale face. His expression, already deadly and hostile, at this moment looks simply demonic. All you know now is that he’s gripping your wrist and sinking his sharp nails as deep into your prickled skin as possible while dragging you somewhere unknown. Somewhere deep within the forest. 

You take in the smell of cold, fresh rain as your naked feet splash into the soaking grass, leaving a muddy trail behind. The forest feels alive - living and breathing into the early winter, the earthy scent of wet wood and linden heavy in the air. It’s breathtakingly beautiful, all this green scenery, even the icy air filling your lungs and the silent song of the sparrows left to die in the cold. You’re trying to appreciate this short moment of peace and quiet, of finally feeling the earth beneath you for the first time in what feels like years, but you just can’t ignore the biting, freezing chill that wraps around your body like a coat woven by Death herself. 

You’re wearing nothing but a flimsy white nightgown that sticks to your body, pretty and way too long it drags against the damp soil, sullying the beautiful lace. It’s almost funny, you think. The delicate fabric seems red under the soft moonlight - like blood, and it makes you feel like some fucked up fairytail metaphor of a princess, a trembling virgin waiting to be deflowered by the beast. But this can’t be further from the truth - there is nothing left for him to take.

Adam stops suddenly, making you trip and swing towards him - but instead of catching you, he pushes you to the side.

“Watch your step.” He hisses through gritted teeth, once again reaching to grab your hand. “We’re almost there. If you don’t want me to leave you to the wolves, you better keep up.” He adds, resuming his quick step ahead. Somewhere in your rational mind you know he’s just trying to scare you into walking faster - there is no way there are wolves this far up north, and even if there were, he would never let them hurt you. Would he?

“Alright. We’ve arrived.” The man stops after a while, letting go of you. You turn to look at him, eyes full of confusion. You’re in the middle of nowhere. There is nothing here aside from a few bushes and a big hole covered in dry leaves. “What is–”

“This will be your grave.” He interrupts you before you can even question him, gesturing to the wide open pit as he shoves you closer to the edge - so close you’re staring at the pitch black void that awaits you at the other side. You freeze in your place, unable to move an inch, cold sweat running down your back. 

You’ve pictured this night countless times before - the night when you finally die. Somehow you imagined it would be different; a lot less romantic. You thought your heart would stop due to the constant stress and paranoia, or Adam would squeeze your throat just a bit too tight - your face would get just a touch too purple and you’d kick the bucket. He’d force his length down your throat and you’d choke on your own vomit, or he would simply beat you up so badly you wouldn’t wake up the next morning. You never thought your end would be so picturesque - wearing a beautiful, sensual robe under the moonlight, slowly bleeding out as the sun rises over your cold, unmoving form. He’d probably kiss your dead lips and hold your hand too. 

No. You can’t let this happen. You don’t want this to happen. He doesn’t get to decide whether your death is pretty, ugly or fucking gruesome, whether your guts stick out for the world to see. You can’t let yourself die beautifully. You can’t let him see himself as some romantic gothic hero from the old books. He has to be the grim reaper, he has to realize he’s nothing more than a sadistic, lonely creep with vengeance and a sick fascination for blood that just happened to be yours.

“Are you going to kill me?” You whisper, voice as smooth as you can force it to be. You can’t let him know you’re scared. His eyes, so far sharp and calculated, suddenly narrow with a crazed glint - and he takes a step towards you, wrapping his hands around your waist. You can feel his weight resting against your body, a clear signal that one wrong move and you will both slip down the drain. “Maybe I will.” Adam leans in just slightly to whisper in your ear, chuckling at the way your shoulders stiffen completely - fists clenched to remain balanced. “Maybe I won’t.” His hot breath hits the freezing skin of your neck, but instead of another human’s warmth, all you feel is ice - cold fear. “It doesn’t really matter.”

“You fucking asshole–” You hiss inaudibly, small angry tears forming in your eyes. You can swear you’re not angry - or at least you shouldn’t be. One can only be angry when their expectations are being met - you should know better than anyone what the man is capable of. Yet somewhere far inside you still find the courage, the patience to feel rage, to feel cheated; tricked. “What do you mean it doesn’t matter? It’s my fucking life on–” Your sentence gets cut off by the deep guttural sobs tearing off from deep within your lungs. If you weren’t a second away from falling into your literal grave, you’d be beating at his chest right now with all the energy you have left - which isn’t a lot, but you’d give it your damn best.

“Shh, baby, it’s alright.” Your captor wraps his arms around you, breathing in your sweetness mixed in with the rain and the light earthy scent of the forest. For a second he can imagine laying you on the wet soil, not even shoving you down like usual, just gently pushing your body deeper and deeper into the mud until all that’s left unburied is your lips. “You always say you want to die, don’t you? I mean, you obviously seem to think that being with me is a fate worse than death.” He slaps on a big taunting smile, and you can’t decide if it makes you scared or furious. “So what’s different now?”

You inhale slowly.

“You-you–!” You feel your cheeks heat up with ire as your whole body prepares to attack the very source of all these complicated feelings, when… Nothing. Your fists can’t reach him, nor can your poisonous words break his heart for the second time. You’ve slipped into the world of the dead, somewhere far away. It’s darker than the winter night and more quiet than you had anticipated Hell would be - the only thing you hear is your own shallow heartbeat.

“Look at what you did, you stupid girl.” Someone pulls you back into the human realm, forcing you to open your eyes. “You’re fucking pathetic, you know that?” The voice sneers with the same old malice you can recognise even with your hands covering your ringing ears - so you must still be alive. Or maybe people are right, and Hell is on here on earth. “Scared of life, yet terrified of death.” Adam keeps mocking you, stepping closer to the pit so he can see exactly how pitiful you look, squirming in the dirt. “Also fucking clumsy at that. You know, I was just teasing you, but you really went and got yourself into that filthy hole. Just how useless can you be.”

You gulp, your dry throat straining against your tonsils. You’re alive - and you’ve made a fool of yourself just like always. Sometimes you wonder if you only exist to entertain Adam, if the whole reason for your being is one big excuse for him to hurt you until whatever is haunting him goes away. Yet it never does, and you’re not sure which of you is more pitiful.

“P-please…” You whimper weakly. You’re not sure what you’re even begging him for - to stop talking, to go away or to help you get out of this black, bottomless pit. You’re so cold, so wet - you just want to go home, although… Maybe your home doesn’t exist anymore.

“I can’t hear you, sweetheart. Speak louder.” The man coos, his shadow towering over you in a cruel reminder that even in death he’d still follow, somehow. “Do you need a hand? You’d have to be more convincing than that if you want me to help you, baby. Why should I waste my time saving a woman who doesn’t even love me?”

Your stomach turns, you’ve been here before. It’s a trap question - whatever you say, it’d still be the wrong answer, because with Adam there are no right answers. There is only suffering and dread over and over again until you’re both old and decaying in your own filth somewhere in the basement of his late mother’s cottage, surrounded by rats just waiting to feast on your flesh once your hearts finally stop. And even then you’d know no peace - he’d probably find you in Hell. You’ve been sharing his pain for too long, whether you like it or not, whether you love him or not, you can’t deny your souls are tied, glued together with blood and bile and sweat and tears.

“Please stop playing around, Adam. Just get me out of here, okay?” You make your voice small and whiny, just the way he likes it to be when you plead with him. Part of you is fighting against the survival instinct to snap into pure submission - to promise him anything and everything, because you will, and then what? He’d take you home, he’d be sugary sweet for the next two days, approximately, before you inevitably fuck up again. It’s all pointless. This love of his is nothing more than an exercise of nihilism - you’re just unsure why he feels the need to drag you along.

“You’re just hopeless without me, aren’t you?” He says rather softly, recognising the clear retaliation in your tone. Then he jumps down the pit, landing on his two feet like a panther - like he had rehearsed for this moment alone. It goes as usual. He stretches his hand towards you. You take a quick look at him. You reach in, just barely hanging on. Fingers hovering under his clenched fist. Shivering. He kisses your wrist. Standing up slowly. You’re dizzy. He wipes the mud off your face. Headache. Your chest tightens. 

And he gets to hold your hand and carry you away as the sun approaches, bright and blinding under the clouds just like a bloody fucking fairytale. 

#yandere #yancore #male yandere #male yandere x reader #yandere oneshot #yandere x you #yandere male x reader #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader

[loupy-mongoose]

Warning: Contains potentially heavy and uncomfortable subject matter.

PREVIOUS NEXT (DEATH WARNING)

ARC START | CHRONO

~~~~~~

Lavender crashed out through the floorboards and outermost wall of the mansion, following after the larger Mewtwo. Blinking against the sudden brightness of the full sunlight, she spotted him lying stunned in the mansion's overgrown backyard. He hastily shuffled onto his hands and knees.

Suddenly, Lavender's ears rotated back, catching creaks and crashing. Her eyes widened, and she spun around in horror; the mansion was collapsing.

MOM, DAD!

Before she could rush in, however, the two Mews appeared in a zap of light.

Seeing with a sigh of relief that they had escaped the mansion's collapse, she turned back to her target.

Nico was hovering now, giving a sad look to the three Lindens. He met Lavender's furious eyes, and returned with a look of sorrow and regret--a look that caused a sudden twinge in Lav's mind.

Then, he turned and dashed off.

Lavender's blood boiled

You're gonna hurt my dad and run??

She sped after him.

All the while, she ignored a tiny nagging feeling in the back of her mind as hot tears streamed from eyes...

~~~~~

Without warning, Randy transformed into his human form.

He laid in the yard, trembling, wide-eyed and gasping. Akoya nuzzled up into his neck, speaking gently to him and purring.

At first he didn't seem to notice her. But gradually, his breathing steadied, and he lifted a shuddering hand to seek out Akoya's warm pelt.

For a bit, they laid together as Randy slowly managed to calm down.

I don't want him to come back, Akoya...

She looked at him, her purr faltering.

Is that selfish of me?

Akoya laid her cheek on his.

...If it's selfish of you, it's selfish of me...

Randy went on as if he didn't hear her.

C-can he even come back?

...Was he ever gone...?

The blue Mew flicked her tail, uncertain what to think or do. M...Maybe we should try to get back to Fuji...

Randy placed his hands on his head and shook his head desperately. I can't transform... I can't risk losing Randy...

Akoya licked his cheek in understanding. Her ears went back as an unpleasant idea struck. I can try to teleport us there myself... O-Or to a closer Pokemon Center... It would be hard, but... I think I could do it...

Randy didn't respond immediately.

...

Where's Lav?

~~~~~~

Nicodemus flew over the ocean north of Cinnabar, keeping close to the island. His cloak flapped behind him.

As she rushed to catch up to Nico, Lavender readied another swirling sphere of energy. The gap between them closed, and he glanced back at her just as she launched the spere.

He braced for the impact, wobbling slightly in his flight with a grunt before steadying.

Gritting her teeth, she psychically "grabbed" a portion of the ocean in front of the fleeing 'two and launched it upward. Nico swerved just in time to avoid it, careening toward Cinnabar's shoreline.

Lav roared and launched another sphere at him, this one smaller and slightly looser as her anger grew, hijacking her control.

This time the force caught him off guard, sending him rolling and finally sprawling onto the island's shore. Groaning and gasping, he propped himself up on his arms.

Lavender halted and held her position over the ocean water, her teeth bared and face streaked with tears. Her breath was sharp and ragged, and her eyes wild.

Why aren't you fighting back?!

Nico looked up at her, meeting her eyes. His own still showed no signs of anger, but a deep despair.

You want me to?

Lav glared down at him. Her gaze turned downward as she prepped a Shadow Ball.

AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!

She launched it down into her own reflection.

Then, she hovered there, motionless. She was wracked with gasping sobs. Her attack bubbled back, splashing her with ocean water, but she didn't notice.

Suddenly, a voice spoke in her mind.

Lavender

She snapped to attention.

A hasty explanation was mentally run by her as she attempted to control her breathing and emotions.

She met Nico's eyes, now realizing what the nagging feeling had been...

Guilt and shame flooded through her. Fresh tears stung her eyes, and she sobbed again.

...I'm sorry, Nico... It wasn't your fault...

Then, she flew off.

It was mine...

~~~~~~

Lavender arrived to find her dad lying in the grass in human form. She felt her blood freeze, but had to remind herself that she could still feel him, and he was breathing. He was still with them.

At least...

She hoped it was him...

Dad...?

He looked up at her as she came into his field of view. He looked exhausted, his eyes shadowed by the feelings he silently grappled with. She was happy to see relief in them, but her heart broke all over again at the agony he seemed desperate to conceal.

His voice was hoarse and shaky. Lav, a-are you okay?

Lav struggled to control her own voice. I-I'm fine, Dad... H-he didn't... a-attack me at all...

She kept part of her thought to herself.

I wish he would have...

She took a sudden sharp breath, trying to distract herself. There were higher priorities now. S-so what are we doing? Dad can't transform, so how do we get back? It's half the region away, or more!

Akoya had a serious look on her face. I'll get us there. I have to. Whatever it takes.

She closed her eyes and sighed. It was clear she wasn't certain about her ability to get them from here all the way to Lavender Town...

She began focusing. Alright, brace yourselves... Unlike the instantaneous teleportations they'd done in the past, Lav could feel her mother attempting to build up the power to accomplish this mission.

Maybe I can somehow share my power...

Feeling desperate to help, she began to focus her own energy toward the blue Mew. Akoya jolted very slightly, the only hint that she felt any change.

Then, after a moment...

They were gone...

~~~~~~

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ARC START | CHRONO

I'm sorry.

This should've been a comic. This part deserves to be to be a comic, and someday I would like to come back and draw it. But right now, I just can't bring myself to, and I didn't want to let that stop progress.

I don't want to disappoint people, but... I dunno. I still have a slim hope of hitting my goal, and I don't want to get hung up and ruin that chance. I want to move on...

Anyway, I hope the read was enjoyable enough. And on the bright side, I've started work on the next part, so there's that at least! :)

#Linden Roots #writing #BLH #By Lavender's Hand #The following tags will only make sense if you read my blurb at the end lol #I know I shouldn't apologize. #But I feel particularly bad about it this time. #full

[ncaapeaches]

Linden Wood Gymnastics

#bootie peach #sexy peachy bum 🍑 #peach ass #gymnast girl #gymnastics #ncaa #athletics #college gymnastics

[uxuec]

🌿 Neem and Aspen Evergreen 🌿

Brothers and heirs to the chief position of the Bird Communities. More info under the cut!

Aspen Evergreen

Forest Elf from the North.

His village got destroyed by fierce fires, or so is thought, when he was just a baby. His mother, in an attempt to save him, hid him in the roots of an aspen tree, where he was found by the bird chief and his wife. They adopted and raised him as on of their own. The “Council of Elders” from the village didn’t like the idea of having an elf in their “royal” family, but agreed to it as long as his older brother, Neem, was the one taking the Chief position after his father.

Tragically, Aspen’s family died in an accident at the eastern borders, when they went to investigate an unrecorded phenomenon that was spoiling their crops and waters and killing their forests. The true nature of their sudden death remains a mystery. Many lives got lost that day, by something people have started to call “The End of Times”. No one knows what this illness is exactly, but it’s been slowly consuming the world for centuries.

This left Aspen in charge of the city at the age of 25, when he was chosen as the next Chief by the Council, despite their doubts. The Council is group of old fashioned bird citizens that are slow with their actions. Most of the city's decisions have to go through them before getting approved.

Like his brother, Aspen was trained to be a Forest Ranger and spent the nights patrolling the outskirts of the city and keeping it safe. Nowadays, even as Chief of the birds and father of two, Aspen still works as a Ranger in the night. A task that was given to him by The Council to keep him occupied. He has demonstrated once and again, through the more than 50 years in charge, that he’s more than capable of ruling the city, even if he never wanted the chance to prove it.

The Elders kept a critical eye on him, and didn’t approve of his relationship with the Forest Spirit Elowen. An union they thought would bring them misery. That’s why, at 35, he got married behind the city’s back and only his closest friends know about it.

Neem Evergreen

Firstborn and heir to the chief position in the bird communities.

Neem is a gentle soul who's always willing to help others. When he was ten, his parents adopted an elf baby they found in the forest. He quickly became attached to his now younger brother, who they named Aspen and protected him from the judgemental eyes of others. Aspen's favorite napping spot was under his brother's wings.

Despite his training to become a Forest Ranger from a young age, Neem always had a great interest for healing. He started his studies and graduated as top of the class at 30. There he met Linden, daughter of the most renowned healer of the village. They fell in love and became engaged after graduating.

But the wedding never came.

Neem died in an accident at the eastern borders, when he went with his parents to investigate an unrecorded phenomenon that was spoiling their crops and waters and killing their forests. This left Aspen as chief of the village at the age of 25.

__________

I hope you don’t mind a bit of lore about my characters! Neem barely appears in the story besides mentions and flashbacks, as his death happened years prior to the beginning, but Aspen is a really important character for the plot! You might remember him from the drawings with Life (big black cat).

Original characters, belong to me! ☀️

#characterdesign #illustration #digitalart #oc #originalcharacter #character design #characterart #ocart #fantasyart #elf #poccharacter #birdoc #comicartist #comiccharacters #originalstory #oc lore

[landwriter]

honestly would love to hear more about twinflower if you felt like sharing? :)

I have been drafting this ask response on and off for over a week because I want everyone to love twinflower as much as I do thank you for your patience uh I mean yes! I do feel like sharing! thank you for enabling me! make yourself a cuppa and get comfy. it's Gloam's Natural History Hour, and here is everything you should love about the twinflower

Let us begin with the Latin name: Linnaea borealis. But first, it was Campanula serpyllifolia. Let me explain.

Twinflower is a small and unremarkable evergreen plant that nonetheless captured the heart of one of the world's most influential scientists in the eighteenth century. Species Plantarum is best-known for containing the first consistent use of binomial nomenclature (genus and species), but it was also there that Carl Linnaeus described twinflower for the first time.

It is a creeping subshrub that grows along the ground, with green and glossy shallow-toothed oval leaves about the size of dimes. Blooms come from delicate hairy stems that have unfolded themselves to the comparatively towering height of two or so inches above the ground. They are pinkish-white, nodding, and look like the sort of thing you'd imagine a fairy lives in. As you might suspect from the name, they grow in pairs. Some three centuries after Linnaeus first described it, one Mark C. in the comments of a 2013 blog post described the fragrance as "a delight to the most jaded sniffer".

In portraits, he is often found holding it. (Linnaeus, not Mark C.) He dearly loved it. But he could not name twinflower after himself: at first, it was classified in a different genus, and besides, it was poor taste. What's a guy to do?

Become acquainted with a wealthy Dutch botanist, Gronovius, son not of preachers and peasants but classical scholars, who would name it for him in his honour. Naturally. In gratitude, and advocacy for such acts of commemorative botanical naming, Linnaeus wrote in Critica Botanica:

It is commonly believed that the name of a plant which is derived from that of a botanist shows no connection between the two...[but]...Linnaea was named by the celebrated Gronovius and is a plant of Lapland, lowly, insignificant, disregarded, flowering but for a brief space — after Linnaeus who resembles it.

He would go on, of course, to receive fanmail from Rousseau. Contemporary Goethe would later write: "With the exception of Shakespeare and Spinoza, I know no one among the no longer living who has influenced me more strongly."

Lowly Linnaeus himself chose borealis, for Boreas, the Greek god of the north wind; and indeed it grows where the north wind blows, in a great circumboreal ring around the globe, from semi-shaded woodlands in southern British Columbia (hello), to tundra and taiga in Sweden and Siberia. You can find the same blooms in China and Poland and Minnesota. It's as old as glaciers. In Poland and other European countries it is in fact protected as glacial relict, and you can find it isolated at high elevations far south of its range, where it was left behind in the Pleistocene.

And now it is Linnaea borealis.

When Linnaeus was ennobled twenty years later for his services to botany, zoology, and medicine, he put the twinflower on his coat of arms. Some references use hedging (pun intended) language to describe their relationship: he was 'reported to be fond'. It was 'rumoured to be a favourite.' Bullshit, I say. He was in love. Anyone can see it.

One final etymological point of interest: his surname is itself borrowed from nature. After enrolling in university, his father had to abandon his patronymic last name and create family name. A priest, he created the Latinate Linnæus after linden - the great tree that grew on the family homestead.

And so from Latin and nature sprung the name, and not a generation later, unto Latin and nature it had returned. A name crafted of whole cloth in homage an enormous tree now describes the genus of a plant that tops out at three inches tall and has flowers smaller than your thumbnail.

In spite of this, its uses are myriad. A common name of twinflower in Norwegian, nårislegras, translates to corpse rash grass, for its use in treating skin conditions. It can be made into a tea to take in pregnancy or provide relief of menstrual cramps. Scandinavian folk medicines use it for rheumatism. Humans have made it into teas, tinctures, decoctions, poultices, and even administered its therapeutic properties via smoke inhalation. And then there is its persistent and widespread use in filling our hearts: lending itself century over century and season over season to mankind, to a coat of arms, a poem, a photo, a fond memory—

Ralph Waldo Emerson, in Woodnotes I, says this of twinflower and the man it's named for:

He saw beneath dim aisles, in odorous beds, The slight Linnaea hang its twin-born heads, And blessed the monument of the man of flowers, Which breathes his sweet fame through the northern bowers.

Art is subjective, but I will happily admit I prefer this passage, from Robert of Isle Royale, on the website Minnesota Wildflowers:

My wife and I encountered Linnaea borealis in the last week of June 38 years ago on Isle Royale. We now live in Vilas County in northern Wisconsin and were happy to find a large patch of Twinflowers growing under the sugar maples, balsam fir and hemlock on our property there. This is now very special to us and we await their flowering each June around our anniversary.

A final note. Twinflower requires genetically different individuals to set seed and reproduce sexually. This is known as self-incompatibility. Thus the plants in those isolated spots - old glacial hideouts, or places with fragmented plant populations like Scotland - only reproduce clonally. Let us end with imagining a plant that has not reproduced with another for millennia, but instead carries its line on its own back, and survives by creating itself over and over again, in a genetically identical colony that grows with wet summers and shrinks with dry ones; that briefly blooms every June, lifting its flowers high above itself, a hundred tiny beacons that will be answered only by its own voice; and there, too far for pollination, but a distance you or I could travel in minutes, is its nearest partner, doing the same thing, across an impossible void that looks to us as nothing more than a gap between one part of the woods and the next. Yet it is L. borealis, named for a man named for a tree, that is capable of looking out across generations of humankind walking fragmented pine woodlands and the ghostly southern border of the Laurentide ice sheet, and seeing nothing more than the gap between one seed-set and the next.

Let us end with imagining a tiny plant, and ourselves beside it, loving it for hundreds of years, even smaller.

#asks #botany #plants #twinflower #Linnaea borealis #an essay #that i have put my whole heart into #read it? #or don't but go sit in nature for a bit #and marvel at it all til ur chest hurts with love #that's the takeaway i'm going for here anyway #about me #outside the cabin #my writing

[queeryouthassemble]

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#original post #queer youth assemble #qya #fuck scotus #us supreme court #supreme court #fuck the supreme court #scotus #affirmative action #queer rights #queer #trans rights #trans #transgender #lgbtq #politics #us politics #protests

[clove-pinks]

Eighteen-Forties Friday: The Railway Dragon

An illustration by George Cruikshank in The Table Book, 1845 (The British Museum). The commentary in Richard A. Vogler's book Graphic Works of George Cruikshank adds that the accompanying text signed by Angus B. Reach and titled "The Natural History of the Panic" details "the way this monster has destroyed Englishmen by gobbling up their money."

Conveniently, another book from 1845 addresses the crises driven by financial speculation in railroads: The Railway Panic: Hints to Railroad Speculators, Together with the Influence Railroads Will Have Upon Society, Together with the Laws on the Subject, by Henry Wilson (Google Books). Although Wilson denounces "modern schemers" and speculation, he's very pro-railroad, and he even thinks that railway travel will break down class barriers:

In former times, each class of persons had their modes of travelling. There was for the rich, the post chaise; for the country gentleman, the mail; for the tradesman, the stage coach; and for the poor, the waggon; a man's respectability was established by the mode in which he travelled. The difference between railway and stage coach travelling is nearly all the difference between civilization and barbarism. The railways will, ultimately, reverse the picture; and the rich will be brought in contact and converse with the poor, sympathies are engendered between the various classes, and the manners of the higher class descend to the lower.

Karl Marx evidently thought something similar in 1848, according to William Scheuerman in The Stanford Encyclopedia of Philosophy (Spring 2023 Edition): "Despite their ills as instruments of capitalist exploitation, Marx argued, new technologies that increased possibilities for human interaction across borders ultimately represented a progressive force in history."

It was Scheuerman's article on globalization that made me reflect on "the compression of territoriality," as he puts it, with new modes of travel making the world seem more accessible and smaller in the 1840s.

Writing in 1839, an English journalist commented on the implications of rail travel by anxiously postulating that as distance was “annihilated, the surface of our country would, as it were, shrivel in size until it became not much bigger than one immense city” (Harvey 1996, 242). A few years later, Heinrich Heine, the émigré German-Jewish poet, captured this same experience when he noted: “space is killed by the railways. I feel as if the mountains and forests of all countries were advancing on Paris. Even now, I can smell the German linden trees; the North Sea’s breakers are rolling against my door” (Schivelbusch 1978, 34)

Or maybe just a train monster in your kitchen

#Eighteen-Forties Friday #1840s #railways #railroads #age of steam #early victorian era #victorian #karl marx #george cruikshank #the railway panic #globalization #'in former times each class of persons had their modes of travelling'...imagine going backwards from 1845

[whumpawink]

My Favorite Whump (or whump-y) Series

@pretty-face-breaker ‘s Emir’s Masterlist (1973)

@deluxewhump ‘s The Blackmuir Reign

@deluxewhump ‘s True North

@whumpwillow ‘s Hazeshift

@whump-in-the-closet ‘s Liberosis

@ashintheairlikesnow ‘s Erase to Control

@whumpering-heights ‘s Behind the Masks

@deluxewhump ‘s Frathouse Boxboy (Z2) (some NSFW)

@whumpsday ‘s Kane and Jim

@/coldresolve ‘s Moneymakers (pls do not tag as whump)

@whumblr ‘s :

Home is Where the Hurt is

Custody Series

@painsandconfusion ‘s With You

@whump-world ‘s Deal with the Devil (NSFW)

@spookyboywhump ‘s Wren/Zander/Cain

@whumpshaped ‘s Devil... h-hot... (crack whump) (SOME NSFW)

@whumpshaped ‘s 7 Minutes in Hell

@whumpzone ‘s Linden and Colton (SOME NSFW)

Tomas and Rowe

@the-bloody-sadist ‘s Dancing with Death

@hurting-fictional-people ‘s Whumpee Betrays Caretaker

@whump-tr0pes ‘s Honor Bound

@whumpers-inc ‘s Who Wants To Be A Whumpee?

@thoughtsonhurtandcomfort ‘s Arrin and Alex (SOME NSFW)

@secretwhumplair ‘s No Warrior (some implied NSFW)

@whumpacabra ‘s The Black Knight

@ shameless whumper’s Jericho series

(since this is gonna be ongoing and constantly edited pls lemme know if every time i edit it tags yall again and i’ll unlink the @‘s 😅💖)

#ive been meaning to do this for a while lol #so i can revisit them 😌 #this will be an ongoing list #also in no particular order i could never rank them #im rediscovering so many series ive missed aaaaaaa

[delightingintragedy]

Moon Correspondences

From Christian Astrology by William Lilly

(It is mostly word for word. I tried to format it to fit into a nice correspondence list, but the information itself is untouched.)

Zodiac: Rules Cancer. Exalted in Taurus, Detriment in Capricorn, Fall in Scorpio.

Nature: She is a Feminine, Nocturnal Planet, Cold, Moist and Phlegmatic.

Profession: Queens, Countesses, Ladies, all manner of Women; as also the common People, Travellers, Pilgrims, Sailors, Fishermen, Fishmongers, Brewers, Tapsters, Vintners, Letter-carriers, Coachmen, Huntsmen, Messengers, Mariners, Millers, Alewives, Malsters, Drunkards, Oysterwives, Fisherwomen, Charwomen, Tripewomen, and generally such Women as carry Commodities in the Streets; as also, Midwives, Nurses, Hackneymen, Watermen, Waterbearers.

Sicknesses: Apoplexies, Palsy, the Colic, the Bellyache, Diseases of the left Side, Stones, the Bladder and members of Generation, the Menstrues and Liver in Women, Dropsies, Fluxes of the Belly, all cold rheumatic Diseases, cold Stomach, the Gout in the Wrists and Feet, Sciatica, Colic, Worms in Children and men, Rheums or Hurts in the Eyes. In the Left of Men, and Right of Women: Surfeits, rotten Coughs, Convulsion fits, the Falling sickness, Kings-evil, Apostems, small Pox and Measles.

Colour: the White, or pale Yellowish white, pale Green, or a little of the Silver colour.

Savours: the Fresh, or without any savour, such as in Herbs before they be ripe, or such as do moisten the Brain.

Herbs & Plants: Those Herbs which are subject to the Moon have soft and thick juicy leaves, of the waterish or a little sweetish taste, they love to grow in watery places, and grow quickly into a juicy magnitude; and are: The Colwort, Cabbage, Melon, Gourd, Pompion, Onion, Mandrake, Poppy, Lettuce, Rape, the Linden tree, Mushrooms, Endive, all Trees or Herbs who have round, shady, great spreading Leaves, and are little Fruitful.

Beasts & Birds: All such Beasts, or the like, as live in the water; as Frogs, the Otter, Snails, the Weasel, the Cunny, all Sea Fowl, Cuckoo, Geese and Duck, the Night Owl.

Fishes: The Oyster and Cockle, all Shellfish, the Crab and Lobster, Tortoise, Eels.

Places: Fields, Fountains, Baths, Havens of the Sea, Highways and Desert places, Port Towns, Rivers, Fishponds, standing Pools, Boggy places, Common shores, little Brooks, Springs, Harbours for Ships or Docks.

Minerals: Silver.

Stones: The Selenite, all soft Stones, Crystals.

Weather: With Saturn cold Air; with Jupiter Serene; with Mars Winds red Clouds; with the Sun according to the Season; with Venus and Mercury Showers and Winds. She delights towards the North, and usually when she is the strongest Planet in the Scheme.

Angel: Gabriel

Planetary Alliance: Her enemy is Saturn, and also Mars.

Week Day: Monday

Correspondence posts for the other planets: [Sun] [Mercury] [Venus] [Mars] [Jupiter] [Saturn]

#astrology #planets #moon #the moon #planetary #planetary magic #correspondences #magic #witchcraft #witchblr #astrology witch #magical correspondences #moon magic #moon witch #witches #witch community #witch #lunar witch #astro community #zodiac #zodiac signs #astroblr #astrology facts

[rotworld]

Hoarfrost Falls (Lance's Uncle's Pack)

an anon asked:

Lance's... uncles... pack??? 👁👁 any bits you want to share?

i have less to say than i did about lance’s pack since i’m still thinking about them and would like to leave some surprises for a proper introduction another time, but i can at least share an overview and some names lol

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small, inexperienced packs often struggle in their early years, dependent upon bountiful prey, good harvests and the cooperation of neighboring humans for survival. it’s for this reason that some will risk carving out territory near another pack. alliances hold their own dangers—some wolves have held grudges against rival packs for centuries, and some alphas are too territorial to peacefully coexist. but there are those who have the foresight to make their home near established and trusted friends, perhaps even family. when things go wrong for shelter mountain, lance turns to his uncle vanagandr.

the hoarfrost falls pack occupies the same rugged wilderness as the shelter mountain pack. bordering shelter mountain’s territory to the north, the much larger, more experienced pack offers its smaller neighbor support and protection. the current alpha’s family traces their ancestry all the way back to the ulfhednar werewolves who fought alongside vikings. to this day, they still practice some of the same traditions. for example, pack humans are acquired the same way they have been for hundreds of years: kidnapped, let loose in the wilderness of the pack’s territory and hunted like prey, “gifted” to whoever catches them. 

hoarfrost falls’ alpha is vanagandr. to humans, he’s an urban legend and bogeyman, a monster that appears in the night to snatch away misbehaving children or tourist hikers. to his pack, he’s a gentle giant known for his patience and compassion. all agree that he’s not to be trifled with. 

the pack’s beta is sawyer. while he can shift into a wolf, he can only partially shift towards human and is unable to conceal his claws, tail, the fur on his limbs and back, etc. doesn’t speak often and is unusually hostile towards humans.

the pack’s medic is linden. highly regarded and often sought after for medical apprenticeships, even by wolves whose territories are far, far away. while he is always polite and pleasant to pack humans, he tends to be overbearing and has extreme ideas and opinions about how best to keep them, likely stemming from the loss of a human he claimed years ago. 

pack fun facts:

->rarely set foot in human cities. sometimes send one or two pack members to attend the local farmer’s market or pick up something specific, but they never linger.

->if you suddenly notice a few of them hanging around town without any obvious purpose, that means they’re looking for potential pack humans (and it’s already too late to run).

->considered a menace by their human neighbors due to their practices. some believe they’re only tolerated due to their habit of driving off more aggressive packs, or perhaps for providing free search and rescue services for humans who get lost in the mountains. others think there’s something more to it: ever since vangandr became alpha, locals have become extremely reluctant to assist runaway pack humans…

#rotpeach answers #meanwolves #id like to make a shepherd for this pack who would be like a mentor for max but havent gotten that far yet

[outofangband]

Trees of Doriath Part One (Neldoreth and Region)

Trees are beloved to Tolkien and his forests are some of the most important and beautifully described regions throughout his writing. Though descriptions are somewhat less in The Silmarillion and other earlier tales, many of the forests receive the most attention in this regard

This is a post about the trees of one of the most significant forested realms of the first age, both ones named in canon, as well as my own speculation.  Mosses of Doriath, Ferns of Doriath, Flowers of the March of Maedhros, Orchids of Doriath

This post will examine the trees in the beechwood of Neldoreth and the holly filled wood of Region.

(like with my other posts I’ve included some world building information at the end so it’s not just me listing species!)

Note that while I have many specific headcanons about the environment of Brethil, I’m always happy to take suggestions or write environment posts based on specific places (like I did with the Havens based on Southwest Australia)

I’m actually working on an ecology post for Doriath based on forests in Ethiopia inspired by the beautiful boards @brighter-arda did!

Currently my basic ideas for Doriath is that Neldoreth and Region have more temperate climates with Arthórien having a subtropical or semi tropical one. I used trees mainly from Europe and parts of Asia with a few from South America and New Zealand too.  I headcanon that Arthórien has a markedly different climate than the rest of Doriath (previous posts in this series have gone into why, etc). I do want to make a post about Nivrim as tropical too because I like tropical wetlands a lot. 

That being said due to the magic of Melian there is somewhat more biodiversity of species in Doriath than there would be in another forest, including species from other environments. There are some ecosystems within greater Doriath that more closely resemble subtropical ones for example. 

Doriath is a region made up of a variety of forests. Region, a forest of holly and other mostly deciduous trees, Neldoreth, an ancient beechwood, Nivrim, a forest of primarily oak north of the twilit meres, finally Arthórien, divided from the rest of the kingdom by the river Aros which runs along the Eastern border of greater Doriath.

The trees named in association with Doriath in canon are beech, birch, elm, holy, linden and oak. 

Neldoreth is a forest noted for its beech trees including the great beech tree Hírilorn where Lúthien is imprisoned. It is North of the river Esgalduin which runs east to west through Doriath with the river Sirion on the west side and Aros on the east. It is a lighter forest than Region with a more diverse undergrowth as more light is allowed in. Both forests have darker corners however. 

Common beech trees, hazels, common and sessile oak, hornbeams, field maples, Tabebuia ochracea, and field elm are the primary species with beeches being the most common. 

Green, black and gray alders grow along both sides of Esgalduin as does the red fruited elm, almond leaved willow, and wych elm. 

Region has slightly greater biodiversity of trees than Neldoreth.

Holly trees trees grow throughout the woods as do common oak, common ash, little leaved linden, Japanese maple, perhaps some rewarewa trees (which along with the maple and holly are responsible for the seas of red through the canopy of Region), silver birch, one leafed ash, multiple species of elm and common willows. 

Silver fern, a tree fern, grows around Menengroth and the river Esgalduin. Some varnish trees also grow around Menengroth, up aways from the river and outside of shade. 

Common walnut grows in less dense areas of both Region and Neldoreth, especially Neldoreth, as it needs more light and space. 

This does not include the actual gardens of Menengroth and other specifically cultivated ecosystems which I will get into later though some of the species listed above are specifically cultivated. 

Some general thoughts:

Trees are obviously vital to Ilkorin cultures. Much sustenance and resources come from the trees, the trees of Doriath are where many homes are constructed outside of Menengroth. (I talk about this on my first Doriath world building post)

Some examples outside timber are: 

Beech, hazel and walnuts are eaten. Linden leaves are used as garnishes. Acer palmatum leaves are used occasionally in medicine as is bark from green and black alder. Bark from red fruit elm is used in teas.  Black alder bark is used in dyes. The willows are commonly used for weaving as is oak occasionally.

Different species are attributed different values, meanings and even personalities in Ilkorin cultures. This includes both the Sindar of Doriath and the small population of Nandor there as well though the exact values and identities attributed to trees might vary between them. Leaves are common in family sigils and in art. I’ll get into this more on my next heraldry post! 

Children learn to climb early the same way children of the Falathrim and the Falmari learn to swim early. Lessons might take place upon tree branches. Children learn to read trees, their names, their health, the worlds each one contain from a young age. 

I love doing general flora and fauna posts but I can’t fit everything in them so I’m trying to make more specific ones as well! please please feel free to send categories to work on with locations! Or any environmental world building asks!

#the silmarillion #doriath #beleriand #the children of húrin #musing and meta #the children of húrin

[loupy-mongoose]

This one got real long, so it's going under a read more!

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The Linden Mews flittered carefully through the foliage of Hoenn, avoiding human sight. They made their way to Lilycove City, where Viviana Linden lived. Rosemary had fallen into a fitful sleep in Persim's hands. Fear washed off the orange Mew in deep waves so strong, even Randy could feel them effortlessly.

Finally, they halted in the woods north of the city. There, Randy transformed back into his human form, the suitcase and cane materializing with him. He set the suitcase down.

Alright. Randy's voice was stern. Final call, Persim. Mom needs to look at her. Are you coming with, or not?

Persim was fluffed up as big as he could be. His eyes darted about as he hesitated to answer.

Umm... I-I don't think he should...

Perzi stared at her, horrified. What?? Lav, she's my daughter! How could you say that??

Uncle Perzi, y... Her arm rose to her shoulder in uncertainty. You're drenched in fear. I... I'm worried it would make her upset as Gramma Vivi's looking at her. And being around Gramma would only make you more afraid

Persim looked at her as if about to protest. Soon, though, he closed his mouth and eyes, hanging his head in defeat, looking entirely lost.

Akoya brushed her tail against his flank. I'll stay with you, Perzi. She turned to Randy. We'll keep the twins with us too. Let us know when she's been examined and you're ready for us.

Randy nodded and held out his hand, and after a slight hesitation, Persim placed Rosie gently into it. However, she woke, and started squirming, trying to return to her dad. She was shrieking loudly, and Randy felt his heart break all over for her.

I'm so sorry, Rosebud. I promise, this is to help you.

Lavender transformed into her human form, and like her dad put her luggage in the grass. You'll see your daddy again soon, Rosie.

Randy turned to go. We'll see you two later. ...Perzi, I'm sorry the trip has to start like this...

Me too... His voice was flat. Akoya floated to him and nuzzled his face.

Viv'll take good care of her. I promise.

Mild blood warning ahead

Every bit of him screamed. For sleep. For just a little rest.

But Rosie screamed louder.

Now in Mew form, Randy held the tiny Mew as his mom examined her closely. He ached for his niece. She was terrified, and reasonably so. He wondered if it would've been better for Perzi to come. From her eyes, first her mom had handed her off, and now her dad, on top of being hurt and poked and prodded by this huge new creature. That can't feel good to her.

That can't be good for her...

He shook off the train of thought. He took a breath, and started humming a gentle tune, trying to keep his thoughts comforting.

~We're done, Akoya.~

The blue Mew got the message, gathered her brother and the twins, and they teleported.

Persim curled around his daughter, huddled in the corner of what was called the "Guest room". The rest of the family had gone to eat some food, but for once, Persim didn't feel like eating.

He reflected on what Randy had relayed to him.

The physical worst of it seems to be a few possibly broken toes. There's no sign of concussion or wounds or breathing issues. But...

There's a high chance this will affect her mentally.

Perzi looked at his little mite. She was clinging tightly to his fur, finally sleeping soundly. He sighed. Of course it would. Anyone would be horrifically affected by an event like that.

Once again, tears sprung to his eyes.

I'm so sorry, Rosemary.

You didn't deserve this...

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#Pokemon #Linden Roots #babbies #mite #trip