Two different views of the tall bed. We're growing sweet potato vines in here along with an asparagus plant that's just barely visible under the vines. The asparagus has been there for a while but we thought it was dead from the heat until about a month ago when it started popping up all over in the area it was planted at.
2nd grow bed with sweet potatoes growing in it. This is closer to where the ducks keep trying to nest at (we have been taking the eggs away since it's too hot and she's not had any success as of yet.)
Current seed starts, no sprouts yet but should see some soon
You know everythin, huh? Tell me, is my name still wailed from thousands of grieving mothers? How many families scream curses at me in the late night? Two thousand? Three thousand? I'm trying to keep track of my score. Come on, help a fellow Roundtable guest out.
"They should've burned your corpse when they got done hanging it, you festering blight on the world. As for what you ask, no. No one remembers you, no one talks of what you've done or what you are. If you expect anything from me, know it will only be a blade, or tar and pitch."
△ Do you ever cry when you're alone? Whine like a beat dog? Whimper with regret or pain or longing in the dark?
"I'm not one to cry. No point in expending energy on tears. Negativity is best dealt with quietly, over longer stretches of time. I regret nothing- but I do feel longing, and pain. I've gotten used to them." Now, how much of this was her trying to save face in front of someone she looked up to?
"But I'll cry for you, if you wanted me to."
Welp, yall heard it right from @seedbed ‘s own mouth. time to burn the whole fucking library down now I guess. Into the cauldron of giants you get, Melina!
Zambia Expo Cultivates Growth: A Seedbed for Agro-Industrial Opportunities
The recent Zambian Expo wasn’t just a showcase of agricultural machinery and produce – it was a fertile ground for burgeoning business opportunities within the SADC region’s agro-industries. Zimbabwean delegate, Mr. Tinashe Moyo, owner of AgriTech Zim, echoed this sentiment, stating, “The Expo provided a valuable platform to connect with potential Zambian partners. We see immense potential for…
In general Meowdred avoided Ishgard because he disliked cold and bad memories, but after he married Theodore and took on the task of managing his lot of the family fortune, Meowdred, like any good Ul'dah-born merchant, realized he was sorely lacking in Ishgard-side networks.
So he grudgingly started spending more time there.
Theodore was torn between amusement and a sense of despair that after YEARS upon YEARS of cajoling, semi-threatening, guilt-tripping that didn't work, Meowdred was finally around Ishgard often enough to go see Count Edmont weekly. Not that he did.
And he did this because it was convenient for making money. Though to be fair to Meowdred, he entered this "oldest form of social contract known to the world" aka marriage because he told Theodore he would help him guard and look after his assets. And Meowdred took contracts VERY seriously.
So this was a part of the duty he had taken on.
Anyway, the Ishgardian gossip scene got superheated over the course of several months as more people realized that the Warriors of Light married each other.
Theodore's usual thotting ways were also accepted as a matter of course, funnily enough, because he was from Ishgard. The city where bastards were but a fact of life.
Aymeric felt a pang of something like regret in his chest whenever he remembered Mordred was married now. And Theodore had no heart to tell Aymeric that the man he so deeply respected and perhaps even mooned after for a little while had such a ruthless, unromantic view of marriage LMFAO.
It's a wretched affair in which the noise is too wet, the flesh slaps too hard, and the moans sound more the raspy, deepthroated bellows of dying animals than anything pleasurable. Sharp teeth sinking into leather-thick flesh, gnarled hands gripping malformed faces, all of it so painful and tight and ugly, ugly, ugly. Two ugly bodies taking each other in ugly motions with ugly sounds and ugly intent. But ugliness be damned, they took each other with so much desperate desire they almost ate each other. In this dream, there is nothing approaching love - but desire is clear in every frantic thrust and every lap of the tongue.
2. Confused/Uncomfortably aroused
Usually, nightmares were the thing to cause her to wake up in a cold sweat- but this was certainly new. Of course, the thought of seeing just what she could do to him, or what he could do to her has passed through her mind once in a while but...surely, even he wouldn't indulge her need to be loved.
Her pulse still hammered as she'd curl up into herself, drawing the blankets over her pale form, as if to hide herself from unseen eyes. Her thighs were unbearably sticky, and now more than ever did she want to crawl out of her own skin.