#succulents network

[nako-doodles]

shirley bae when i tell u my dash is so dry 😭 where did all our ccs go god do i miss them 😣 do u know any active jin and yoongi creators because ive been holding onto my old gif blogs too long n they aint coming back 😭😭

bro tumblr shrivelled up the fuck up like tardigrades during drought season but i vaguely recall seeing @hobis-suga @namchyoon @yoongi-bts @scokjinkim @bangtanger @kimtaegis @tonymontanaftjm @daechwitas @rkivedfiles @jiminn @v-hobi @yoongikook @yoonamgi @myork @taeyungie @jung-koook @joenns @love4hobi @mintvae @jiminswn @hoseokah @namjaan @yoonsguk @taeyoonge @y93 @userhobi @jiniekook @taee @dumpling-yoongi @gukgi @jhopeinthebox @kth1 @boyswthluv @euphhorias @taechnological @taetheists @anpanmann @hyunsung @seokjinite @jeonjcngkook @honsool @heybaetae 💖

#this ended up being a final hunger game vicotrs of ccs and moots than anything member specific im sorry #i mean theres a lot of reasons why ccs are leaving but i have no idea where one would find pleasure on sns anymore yknow? #honestly the only reason why i still log on is to see seom content in my inbox and support whatever moot i still see on dash 🤣🤣 #i also recommend tracking tags i usually look at my tracking tag shirleytothesea btsgif sky's tracking tag usersky #network tags like hyunglinenetwork dailybangtan bangtanarmynet armysource etc... #feel free to add blogs and mention ppl!!!! my dash is more dead than the poor succulent i forgot to take care of #hello darlings i hope this find you well i love you and send you many smooches 💖 #muwutuals #ans

[botaniqueer]

Seed Sources

I updated the sources list for 2024! Here is the Google Docs link for sharing off Tumblr. A lot of my gardening guides are written with the Pacific Northwest in mind, but this should useful for most folks on Turtle Island. For people elsewhere I'm not 100% sure how many of these are able to ship off-continent but it's worth checking out! EDIT: I have found out the hard way that indented bullets do not work on Tumblr for web browser so I have tried my best to make them visually distinct. The Google Doc is formatted properly though.

General/Big Brand Seed Shops

Burpee Seeds

Ed Hume Seeds

Johnny’s Seeds

Renee’s Garden

Territorial Seed

Independent online fruit and veggie shops 

(More exotics and rare cultivars)

Adaptive Seeds

Breeds plants specifically to adapt them to the Pacific Northwest

Alliance of Native Seedkeepers

Indigenous-owned seed company

Experimental Farm Network

A network of plant breeders with an extensive collection of unusual cultivars and species of edible plant that don’t commonly appear elsewhere.

Very reputable

Pro-Palestine

Fedco Seeds

Good on social justice issues and have awareness of white supremacy

Maui Seed Company

Lots of Hawaii-growing species, plus soaps!

Pricey

Smart Seeds Emporium

Some of the photos are enhanced stock photos which is a little annoying, but I have ordered from them

True Love Seeds

Works with Black and Indigenous populations to source seeds and does education projects regarding race and ethnicity

Contains unusual seeds from breeding projects

Pro-Palestine

Uprising Seeds

Pro-Palestine

Local to the Pacific Northwest

Succulents and Other Ornamentals

Mesa Garden

Smart Seeds Emporium

Lots of ornamentals in this shop as well as food plants

Germination can be inconsistent on some of their seeds

Avoid/Blacklist

Baker Heirloom Seeds

Take credit for seeds from other sellers, including Indigenous farmers.

Work with Cliven Bundy and upholds white supremacy

#plantblr #plants #resource #Remembered I had a seed sourcing list and figured I should update it for 2024 after making that post

[somesecretpie]

Weather Woman (Short Story)

Forty-seven dead. Bodies near unrecognizable. An eyewitness, Ms. Self, said the weather was to blame but Susan knew it was anything but that. This was homicide. Divine intervention. 

“My poor poor little pansies,” she said, peering over their wilted corpses. It had officially been a whole year since Susan’s county had any rainfall. Several months ago, the town began issuing fines to anyone who dared to water their lawn. Susan did not find this to be much of an issue—she continued to keep her garden green as suburbia withered and died around her, until she ran into a small problem. 

Susan ran out of money.

From all the fines she was paying. 

She reentered her home, morning paper in one hand, and her weekly subscription to “Martha Stewart Living” in the other. Her house was a wondrous temple of correct furniture and appropriate color palettes, bowls of plastic fruit at the center of each faux-mahogany table. Photographs of a happy family arranged in a symmetrical pattern (Not her own, though; they were stock images.) She would have absolute perfection, were it not for that scorched eyesore that marked her entryway garden. 

Susan poured her morning coffee, popped a bagel in the toaster, and turned on the weather channel for her district. That was the only thing she watched now: The weather. Mr. John Sunday in front of his green screen, with his little yellow bowtie, and his eyes the color of the unchanging sky. He looked quite unremarkable for a man that disseminated such important information to the public, but looks can be deceiving. One does not look at a perfect egg and see themselves contracting salmonella.

“Please, John, some rain for my pansies,” Susan whispered into her morning coffee. She turned up the volume and his pleasant voice filled the living room. 

“Good morning, Marin County! It’s gonna be nothing but blue skies this week. Perfect weather for going on a nice long walk. And enjoying all that mother nature has to offer—“

Susan threw her bagel at the television in a fit of anger. Then promptly cleaned it off the floor and swept it into the wastebin. 

What did she do to deserve these never-ending blue skies? I’m a nice woman, aren’t I? she lamented. Don’t I deserve purple pansies? Don’t I deserve a little rain?

There was something malicious and secret behind John’s blue eyes.  Something he knew that she did not. She could not bear to look at them! 

She shut off the TV. 

Her heart beat madly in her chest. What ever would Susan do? Refill her bed of flowers with desert cacti and succulents? No, wrong color palette. Take out a loan to continue watering her plants? Now that would be ridiculous…

The weather was to blame—but Susan had a poor understanding of it. What went on up there in the sky? Who, exactly, could she send a strongly worded email to?

That same morning, Susan Kelvin decided she would take out a loan after all, but not to water her plants. Instead, she would go back to her local community college to study meteorology. She was quite sure that most of her coursework was merely propaganda from Big Weather, but she needed that associate's degree so she could learn that secret that lurked behind the eyes of Mr. John Sunday. So she could join his ranks. So she could become a Weather Woman.

Susan applied to the local television network with high hopes. The fate of her future rested on their acceptance. She snuggled into bed that same night of her application and dreamed of fresh purple pansies dotting the corners of her deep green lawn. But...something was terribly wrong!

Susan gasped for breath and opened her eyes. Strong hands grasped her arms, the fabric of a bag over her face—she was being kidnapped! Oh this is going to work horribly with my schedule! thought Susan. She began to protest but a harsh voice shushed her to silence. She was shoved into a car.

After an hour or so of stumbling around, the bag was lifted, and Susan blinked rapidly. She was in a musty room lit by candles. Deactivated cameras hung on racks against the wall, and a circle of sharply dressed bodies surrounded her, their shadows bending and stretching in the flickering light.

“Welcome,” someone said. “You have been called before our chapter because of your personal obsession with the weather. And from our understanding, your qualifications may permit that obsession to become...something more.”

Susan struggled to get her bearings. In front of her was, if she was not mistaken, sliced tofu arranged into an occult symbol.

“Your name is Susan Kelvin and you have a degree in meteorology from Marin County Community College, is this correct?”

“Yes,” Susan confirmed.

“You live alone, your parents are deceased, and you have no friends or loved ones. Is this also correct?”

“Who are you people?”

Susan then noticed that she recognized the woman sitting on her left—it was Ms. Rivers from channel eight. A proper weatherwoman, straightened and carefully sculpted black hair, with a stormy gray pantsuit that tastefully contrasted against her dark complexion. And to her right was that weatherman from channel seven what’s-his-face (his appearance was not noteworthy). And at the very front, at the head of the body of bodies, the man who had been speaking to her was none other than Mr. John Sunday in his yellow bow tie.

“What interest do you have in becoming a Weather Woman, Ms. Susan Kelvin?”

“I…um…”

They waited patiently for her answer. It suddenly occurred to Susan that this was probably a job interview. She straightened her back and folded her hands in front of her. 

“I believe I could bring a lot of value and a unique perspective to the weather conversation,” Susan said. “It has affected me personally…My district hasn’t had any rain in over a month.”

“I’m sorry,” John said. “That must be terrible for you.”

“What are you apologizing for? You can’t control the weather.”

John Sunday leaned forward, and his blue eyes flashed a deep dark red. “Oh but we can.”

“Can what?”

“We control the weather, Susan.”

Susan narrowed her eyes. “That is completely absurd. You’re all a bunch of wierdo people who kidnapped me and I’m...I’m going to tell the authorities!”

“No one will believe you,” whispered Rivers. 

Susan glared at everyone, but the weather people held still, not a trace of doubt of their ability. But surely the truth about the weather would not be so…uncomplicated. Surely the unseen forces that murdered her flowers would not have human faces. 

“I don’t believe you,” Susan said plainly. “But I do need this job so that I can pay off my student loans–” 

“The forecasters bear a burden.” John ignored her question. The speech was likely rehearsed. “To be a forecaster is self-sacrifice! To be a forecaster is to be a champion of the greater good! Does that describe you, Susan Kelvin?”

She hesitated. 

Champion is rather vague. It can have multiple meanings.

She thought of her beautifully decorated house. 

Oh, but I am certainly good.

She thought of her neighbors and their inferior sense of style.

And I am certainly greater! 

Slowly, Susan nodded her head. 

The weather people muttered amongst themselves enthusiastically, like children, until silenced by John. 

“Excellent,” he said. “Very good. Then, on behalf of the California chapter of forecasters, the masters of the weather, we welcome you. Thank you, Great Mother.”

“Thank you, Great Mother.” the weatherpeople said in tandem. 

Someone clapped twice, and the overhead lamps blasted light everywhere. 

“You’ll be shadowing Rivers tomorrow at eight. Look sharp,” John said dramatically, but without the candlelight defining his cheekbones, it was quite hard to take him seriously. 

The next day, Susan arrived at exactly eight o’ clock, wearing her best suit, and hair pulled back in a tight bun. She found Rivers, on set, eating conservatively from a bag of soynuts. 

“Oh hey! It’s you,” the weatherwoman said. “Sorry about all that cult stuff. John can be so dramatic.”

Susan smiled in relief, but quickly hid it away. “That is an understatement,” she muttered. “Will there be any more kidnappings?”

“Only for your monthly status report,” she said, “But give me your number and I can text you before it happens.”

Susan did so hesitantly, and kept staring at her phone after the fact. She had one whole contact now. How quaint. 

That day, Susan was supposed to examine the cue cards, inspect the camera crews, and stare intently at the weatherwoman, noting every minute thing she did. Rivers delivered her forecast with a smile. Blue skies again. 

“That’s disappointing,” Susan said to her over lunch. “I was hoping for some rain in my district.”

“John already has the weather planned out for the next few weeks,” Rivers said stiffly. “So sorry.”

Susan did not laugh. “This again? Tell me you do not believe this “controlling the weather” nonsense! You are not wizards!”

“Did you not see our occult symbols?”

Susan swatted at the air. “Meaningless shapes.”

“And what about John’s flashing red eyes?”

Susan’s voice lowered to a whisper, “Now, I don’t know about that…But he should see a medical professional.”

Rivers rolled her eyes and left to prepare for her evening forecast. When it was  done and there were no more cue cards to read from, she very quickly told the audience, in a joking manner, that there would be isolated showers over their recording studio from exactly five fifty PM to five fifty one PM. She then strut off the stage with a smirk. 

“Well, that’s an oddly specific forecast—“ 

The weather woman grabbed her by the wrist and led her all the way to the back-door exit with the recycling and the parking lot. 

“Check your phone,” Rivers said. 

Susan did not see why she should, there would be no messages. This was because she only had one contact, you see. But as she held her phone in her hand, a large raindrop splattered on the screen. Then another. And now rain was pouring from the sky, dripping down her hair and suit. Susan’s jaw dropped. She had not felt rain in so long. It was five-fifty. And by five fifty-one, the clouds departed as if swept away by a large broom. The sunlight stung her face. 

Rivers smiled at her. 

So they really did control the weather. 

This revelation posed a great many questions. Like, why did the public not know about this? And why did the weathercasters have these powers? And why had Susan studied for two years to become a meteorologist when she could just pulled forecasts out of her asshole? Susan frowned. Now that she thought about it, it was rather odd that her meterology courses mostly consisted of specifications for ritual sacrifice and obedience lessons. Susan had simply thought it was “one of those things” about academia. 

“Well, Rivers…”

“Yes, Susan?”

“I suppose this whole “forecasting” thing is...it’s fun, isn’t it?”

“Fun doesn’t do it justice!” Rivers said, through a handful of soynuts. “Just knowing how much power there is behind your every word. So long the camera is rolling, there is nothing stopping you from doing anything you damn well please!” Rivers laughed heartily, but kept her eyes trained on Susan. “Except your conscience, of course!”

“Oh, yes,” Susan said. “Ha ha!”

Fun doesn’t do it justice…It had been a while since Susan Kelvin had fun. She tried to remember when that was. 

Oh, yes, of course!

It had been two weeks ago. Susan had just gotten home from work after a rough day, shoulders drooping, hair ruffled, when she looked down on her front porch and saw a beetle. The bug was turned on its back, legs flailing weakly in the air. There was nothing nearby for grasping, nothing but hot sunburned concrete. This bug had no way of righting itself yet it struggled still. Susan sat down and watched this bug. She watched it until it stopped moving. Until it returned to its natural state. Nonexistence. That had been fun, Susan remembered fondly. I am eager to have fun again. 

After two days of shadowing Rivers, Susan was given her own partition of airtime over her district and a weekly forecast by her fellow weatherpeople. She delivered the forecast exactly as instructed. Blue skies. 

“Pretty good for a first-time,” Rivers said. “Although, you were a bit stiff. Trying showing more emotion, more body language, you know?” She placed her fingers on her own cheekbones, pressing them upward. “Remember to smile.”

Susan didn’t know why she hadn’t. Perhaps she wasn’t having fun yet. She spent the rest of that evening practicing smiling in the mirror. She read Martha Stewart, baked a five-cheese lasagna exactly per the instructions, and smiled upon removing it from the oven like Martha Stewart did in the picture. She smiled until she did it without thinking, baring her teeth even in bed, as she dreamed of purple pansies. 

The next day, she delivered her forecast so well that even John himself gave her a flamboyant “Well done!” And Susan smiled at them as they congratulated her—but still she was not having fun. 

All this power and I never get to do anything worthwhile. Susan sighed. I could fix my front lawn if only John would let me.

Later at the meeting, Susan tried to articulate her feelings. 

“We could be doing so much more, John. We could be helping the needy, like those poor people of Marin County who’s front lawns have been destroyed by the California heat!”

The weather people muttered undecidedly. Susan recognized her experiences were not universal, and acted accordingly, “Or what about people affected by hurricanes! Or wildfires, droughts, what about them, John! All those poor people we could help with our power—“

“Our power is a gift, you fool!” John snapped. 

Susan raised an eyebrow. “A gift?”

“From Zietzebala,” said Rivers. “Our Great Mother Earth. She has gifted us with this forecasting power in exchange for our obedience as well as a few…sacrifices.”

“Ah.” Susan looked down. “And I suppose they have to be virgins too, don’t they. I’m still friends on facebook with a lot of men I went to highschool with who are probably–”  

“No! Dammit, no! I meant, like, recycle. Plant a tree!” John looked exasperated. “Sometimes we sacrifice a tofurky, but we’ve never really gone farther than that.”

“Maybe we should,” muttered Rivers.

John turned sharply to look at her. “Don’t think I don’t know about that little stunt you pulled yesterday,” he said with a voice like acid. “Isolated showers? Over our studio? You know how important the schedule is–”

“I’m sorry.” Rivers said. She did not appear sorry. “It will not happen again.”

“It had better not.”

John left the room in a huff.

Once he was safely out of earshot, Susan asked “What did you mean by that?”

Rivers sighed. “I know what you mean about wanting to help. About all the good we could do. Climate change has already killed millions…and the death toll will continue to rise.”

Susan thought of her dead flowers and trembled. 

“Don’t feel bad, Rivers,” she said. “It’s not your fault.”

“No but it is literally our fault we control the weather Susan.“

“Oh right.”

Susan had forgotten. 

Rivers began crushing the snacks in her hand. “The horrible thing is–I could fix it all. I have an incredibly detailed plan to fix the environment that, when I placed it on the alter to Zietzebala, turned into a swarm of doves! So I know she approves!”

Rivers glared. “But her pact is with John. And John has a bad heart.”

Susan nodded. “Truly a wicked man.”

“No, he literally has a bad heart. Arrhythmia.” Rivers hit twice against her chest. “I’m next in line for leadership if ever something terrible happens to him, just so you know.” She looked askance, placing her hand on Susan’s. “Do with that information what you will, Susan.”

Several things flashed through her mind at once. She saw Rivers dressed in the fanciful robes of climate cult leader. Rivers telling her how beautiful her lawn was. River’s soft, well-manicured hands holding hers, not just now, but over and over again in the future. Rivers could be more than her singular phone contact. Susan’s cheeks grew hot and she withdrew.

“Susan?”

She collected herself, pouring another class of ceremonial non-alcoholic wine. She raised it in a toast. “Here’s to hoping John drops dead!” 

Rivers laughed, “Oh Susan, you’re so funny.”

Ms. Susan Kelvin squeezed her incredibly soft hand. “And when you’re head forecaster, you’ll give my district some water, won’t you? Because we are…coworkers?”

Ms. Rivers seemed confused for a half-second, then replied. “Of course! We will help everyone, which includes you!” 

“But not me specifically?”

“Not you specifically, no.”

“Oh.”

Susan looked away. 

Rivers offered her a soynut, but Susan refused it. 

***

Next morning, Susan awoke with a start. She had a good feeling about today, that good feeling had apparently kicked her out of bed at an hour earlier than usual. What to do with the spare time?

She clapped her hands together. I know! I will go out for breakfast!

So Susan drove her little car down to her neighborhood Denny’s, avoiding all the dead beetles in the parking lot with her new high heels. She squeezed herself into a cozy booth. A nice table all to herself. 

A waitress approached. 

“Brown toast, and two eggs please.”

“Will that be sunny-side up, ma’am?”

“No no,” Susan turned from the window. Blue skies. With a twinge of bitterness she clarified, “I like my eggs over easy.”

“Sure thing!” The waitress jotted it down. “Sorry for assuming, most people like ‘em sunny—.”

“Well I like them over easy,” Susan said with a smile. 

Susan tapped her heel as she waited, sipping some lemon water. A tingling feeling ran up her leg, like a bug was crawling. She quickly ran her hand up and down her smooth leg, but it was nothing. Nothing. 

Moments later a steaming hot plate arrived. The toast was cut into triangles (the only adequate shape), but the eggs. Oh, the eggs. They were sunny. Side. UP. 

Susan stormed out of the establishment without paying, and sped to her job, positively seething. 

She did her broadcast as normal, except for one teensy addition as follows: 

“Lastly, you’ll be seeing a horrific category five hurricane over in Marin county with wind speeds of about one hundred twenty miles an hour. It will be localized entirely within this area.” Susan pointed with her pointing stick to the map, on which she’d drawn a red circle around that one particular Denny’s.” Susan smiled. “That will be all!”

They cut to commercial break. 

No one approached Susan for a full five minutes. Then John appeared, apparently having powerwalked from the adjoining broadcast room.

“Susan, what the hell–”

“It was a joke!”

John looked flabbergasted. 

Susan made a silly face. 

“A…joke?” 

“Yes.”

He shook his head. “Susan…you need to be really fucking careful with “jokes” when you’re on camera…You’re not in training anymore. Everything you say will happen no matter how ridiculous.”

Susan smiled slightly. That was exactly what she hoped.

John put a firm hand on her shoulder. “Look here, when the commercial ends, you are going to tell everyone that was a “joke”. You are going to tell everyone that there will be no category five hurricane at that particular Denny’s. Okay?”

“Okay, John.”

He backed away as the camera man counted down. Susan straightened her collar.

“Good evening, Citizens of Marin county. I have something to tell you all about that Category Five hurricane I mentioned earlier.”

Susan thought about reversing her decision. But why should she? That Denny’s had tried to poison her. She was doing God’s work. 

She cleared her throat. “That hurricane is going to have hail. So so much hail.” John was pulling at his hair.  

“And that’s not all. Susan looked directly at the camera, “Mr. John Sunday is going to die at exactly six forty-seven PM, and nothing that anyone does, not any doctor, not any ambulance, not any priest will be able to stop it.”

John Sunday ran onto the set, jumping over the rolling chairs and camera crew, reaching for her microphone. 

“And the power to this station will go off NOW.”

Darkness fell. Susan tried to run, but John tackled her to the ground. He pulled the microphone from her face and shouted into it, “No! No that will not happen, actually, that will not happen. Susan is wrong!” 

But the cameras were not running.

“You’re too late, John.”

John clutched his face.

“What time is it?”

It was six forty-six. 

There was terror in his eyes, “That wasn’t even weather related!” he stammered. “You will be fired for this!”

“Who is going to fire me, John?”

John took out his cellphone with a shaking hand and dialed 911. Susan heard it ringing, a steady pulse in his hand. But what John really needed was a steady pulse in his heart. He fell over in agony, and Susan bent over his writhing body. She watched until it stopped. Until it returned to it’s natural state. Nonexistence. Now she was having fun. Susan took his yellow bow tie (it was a clip-on.)

She ran through the crowd of concerned onlookers, off to her car to beat the rush-hour traffic. She heard sirens in the distance, a wailing chorus. Approaching. She clutched the wheel until her knuckles turned white.

Susan saw the siren was that of an ambulance and sighed. Pity that it wouldn’t help anything. What was done was done. 

That night, Susan made tea before sleeping, listening to the soft rain against her window as it cooled, with one of Martha Stewart's Living magazines resting on her lap. It was all very calming. She tucked herself into bed at exactly nine-thirty, as she did every night, and slept as she had always slept. 

But in her dreams, something was wrong. 

Something was terribly wrong.

Susan always dreamed about being in her house, but now she was on a pedestal. On all sides of her, a dark abyss stretched down into infinity. 

Instead of her carpet, the ground was teeming with worms. 

Instead of the whistling of her teakettle, she heard an ominous wind, delivering muffled shrieks and cries.

Susan tapped her foot on the wormy ground. Well, this is boring! she thought.

But no sooner did her mind form that thought than the wind began to pick up. 

Howling now. 

And from the sky of inclement weather came a flash of blinding lightning. Susan opened her eyes and who should stand before her but...

“Martha Stewart!” Susan struggled to speak. “I am your biggest fan, I’ve—I’ve read every issue of your magazine, I read your blog—I try so hard to be just like you!”

The woman answered in a booming voice that was far too deep, “But you are not like me, Susan. You are a hollow vessel. You are a parody of human being.”

“You’re not...really Martha Stewart, are you?”

The woman bared her teeth. “I’m afraid not. I am merely taking a form that you can understand.”

Susan had a feeling she knew who it was. “Are you... Great Mother?”

“The one and only!” Zietzebala winked. 

Susan looked her up and down. That dress was actually quite unfashionable now that she really looked at it. In hindsight it was obvious this was not Martha Stewart. Susan sighed soberly. Yes, not even a literal goddess can replicate such perfection.

Susan spoke to her in her usual condescending manner. “Why have you come to me like this...in a dream?”

“Isn’t it obvious why I’m here?” Not-Martha-Stewart said softly. “John Sunday is dead.”

Susan began to sweat. She adjusted her bow tie—no that was John’s bow tie, now she had drawn attention to it!

 With the intention of discreteness, and complete failure of that which was intended, Susan removed the article and hurled it into the abyss. Not even a full second later, the bow tie had reappeared. 

Again, Susan tossed it. 

Again, it reappeared. 

Again, she tossed it. 

Bow tie back again!

Again, she tossed it—

“This is who you are now, Susan!” shouted Zietzebala. Crackling thunder leapt from her perfect face-framing bob-cut of yellow hair. “This is your burden.” 

But the yellow of the bow tie didn’t even go with the current color palette of her outfit! Susan stood helplessly, in her persistently unfashionable clothing, staring into the eyes of this unearthly creature. And for the first time in her perfect life, Susan feared for her immortal soul. 

“Great Mother, I am so sorry,” she said tearfully, “But you must let me explain myself! He was preventing me from doing my job as a forecaster, so I had to kill him. I had to!”

Not-Martha-Stewart's eyes flashed red. “Don’t take all the credit, my child. I killed him. You merely allowed me to.”

Susan stopped pretending to look upset. “Oh. So we are on the same page?”

“Not exactly.” 

The Great Mother began to circle her, her high heels striking the writhing ground. “John is dead because he thought he could worship two gods at once.”

“He cheated on you?”

“With money.” Zietzebala shook her head. “John was too soft, much like the tofu he insists on sending me…He was unwilling to make the sacrifices I demand. But are you?”

The goddess was getting too close for comfort. 

“That…depends…what they are?”

“I want blood, Susan.”

She had figured. 

“Rivers has a two hundred page plan on how to save the environment. You are instrumental to that plan, Susan Kelvin. Because you are unlike any human I have ever known.” Her eyes glimmered like starlight. “You are…completely empty.”

Susan frowned. She felt strange. She felt used.

“I must go now–”

“Wait,” Susan stopped her. “While you’re here, can I ask you some questions about the nature of the universe? I’ve had a sudden stroke of curiosity.”

Zietzebala sighed. “Ok. I’ll give you three.”

“Objectively speaking, is the “Farmhouse style” or “Riverside cottage” style superior for a home kitchen?”

“That depends on the context, Susan.”

“Why are all the flowers in the magazines prettier than mine?”

“Because of the drought, Susan.”

She paused. Her last question…What shall it be?

After putting some thought into it, Susan decided to ask, “Is there life after death?”

Zietzebala smirked playfully. “Oh, I think you already know the answer.”

“Do I?”               

“Haven't you ever thought there was a bug on your leg, and upon looking, found there was no bug?”

Susan squinted. “What of it?”

The Goddess leaned in closely. “Ghost bugs.”

Susan shuddered, the hairs on the back of her neck prickling. Susan grabbed onto the front of the goddess’s coat. 

“Wait, I have one more question.”

“I said I’d give you three.”

“Please, just one more!” Susan demanded. “Are there other gods?”

“You already know the answer.”

Susan scoffed. “I’m…not sure that I do!”

Zietzebala turned from her, staring into the abyss. “It is time for you to wake up, Susan. Remember all that I have told you. Collaborate with Rivers. Eliminate everyone she tells you to.”

“What?”

“Be the good that Martha Stewart wants you to be–or there will be consequences!”

With that, she clapped twice and disappeared in a puff of smoke that smelled like cedar and pumpkin-scented candles. 

Susan sat up from her bed abruptly and jerked her head to the side. Six o’ clock. I must get ready for work!

Susan hurriedly bread her hands, popped her soap in the toaster, ironed the carpet, and tore down Main Street. In her urgency, she went two miles above the speed limit. 

Seeds of doubts sprouted worries in her mind. Do I really have what it takes to be an eco-terrorist? Susan fancied herself the very image of perfection. Was she not? She who kept her lawn so neatly trimmed? Who’s china was so neatly kept? Susan breathed rapidly. She who ravaged a Denny’s…

Destruction. 

Peace. 

Order. 

Susan whirled into the parking lot of the recording studio, blew past everyone without a word, avoiding inquisitive eyes, avoiding accusatory fingers, planting her ass firmly in her little red rolling chair. She took a deep breath. Be the good…that Martha Stewart wants you to be. 

Rivers ran up on stage, grabbed Susan’s face and kissed her passionately. Susan stumbled backwards, bracing herself against the desk. This was NOT an appropriate workplace activity. But Susan could not help herself. She returned the expression, kissing Rivers hungrily, barely noticing the notecards that had been pressed into her hand. 

“We’re on in five!”

Rivers pulled away and Susan gasped for breath. “Read these exactly as they are written Susan,” Rivers said. 

Susan dared not look down at the paper in her hand. What horrible dreadful things would be written on them?

Television static buzzed in her head. Someone was counting down. 

The cameras trained on her. 

“Now we will go live to Susan Kelvin with the weather!” The news reporter  eyed Susan from her screen. “And I see you are wearing John Sunday’s signature yellow bow tie.”

Susan leaned forward slowly. 

“That I am, Fiona. I have worn it to pay my respects—God rest his soul.”

“It’s kind of weird that you were able to forecast his death in such perfect detail.”

Susan paused. 

“Yes well…he had a heart condition. So it was only a matter of time really. 

“Of course.”

Susan exhaled deeply, and looked down. 

Written on the notecards were not the names of oil barons to kill. Not golf courses to destroy. Not death, not destruction. Written on the card was simply the words “rain for everyone”

The television static grew purple.

Rain for everyone. 

It was insulting.

“...Susan?”

Her eyes met Rivers. She was grinning ear to ear. 

Rain for everyone.

Susan’s whole body shook as she began to deliver her forecast, “A cloud… will appear.”

The room melted away, only Rivers remained. 

“Right over my house. A cloud will appear and it will rain. And it will never stop raining.”

Rivers smile twisted into a look of abject horror. 

“And my pansies will respond to the rain. They will be the brightest purple. They will be the envy of all you disgusting animals.” Susan hadn’t noticed but she was screaming every word.

The ground beneath the recording studio quaked from thunder. The contract had been broken, wrath was eminent. 

“I AM NOT EMPTY! I AM FULL OF PANSIES! I AM FULL OF RAIN.” 

Flowers began sprouting from Susan’s ears, nose and eyes. Water poured from her mouth onto the floor. Choking on rain, Susan finished her forecast.

“And that…just about…wraps it up. Ba–ck…to you!”

A bolt of lightning shot down from the heavens, miraculously cutting through the walls of the recording studio, striking Susan. She fell from the stage. Shortly after, more bolts came and the recording studio violently burst into flames.

Forty-seven dead. Bodies near unrecognizable. Eyewitnesses said that the weather was to blame but Ms. Rivers knew that it was anything but that. Homicide. Divine intervention.

Rivers stood alone in the parking lot, charred bow tie in one hand, and in the other, a flash drive full of files full of lies for the goddess of earth. The only god. “Damn you.” Her fingers closed around the yellow cloth.

Rain fell in sheets from the sky above Susan Kelvin's house, with no sign of stopping. Her pansy grew taller than cornstalks, stretching upwards, garishly purple. But Susan would never see them. Susan Kelvin was gone. 

Though, some say that on hot summer days when the sky is endless blue, at the back of your neighborhood Denny’s, you can feel her.

Crawling on your leg.  

#This is my first short story I've posted to Tumblr! #It's like that one episode of the Fairly Oddparents but if it was more gay and political #It has lesbians and Denny's in it but I swear that was an accident I am not pandering #hope you like it #short story #short fiction #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writing #weather woman

[lichenaday]

I thought it might be nice to share a bit about what PhD student life is like since before I started it, I really had no idea what to expect.

I have an office that I share with 3 other PhD students at my institute. It is in an old, historical building at the Munich Botanical Garden.

Let's take a tour around my desk:

First, my homemade Darwin crossstitch (pattern compliments of @shitpostsampler) to remind me that all scientists have bad days.

It sits behind my wonky dragon tree (Dracaena marginata) who I rescued from the trash outside my apartment. Who throws away a whole ass tree?

He's recovering beautifully, considering how fucky and sad he was when I pulled him from the bin.

Above my unnecessarily giant computer monitor I keep part of my expansive plant collection. Pink princess philodendron (Philodendron erubescens) w/handmade moss stick, my beloved jewel orchid (Macodes petola), zebra plant (Tradescantia zebrina) in owl pot (courtesy of my labmate, since I am the bird person) and poorly mounted staghorn fern (Platycerium bifurcatum).

Little baby jewel orchid! He flowered recently and I am so proud of him.

Then there's my Cladonia collection, and my bottle of Icelandic lichen (Cetraria islandica) booze.

On the top shelf is my Calathea musaica 'Network', and jar of discarded lab lichens. I will figure out a use for them eventually. For now they are just aesthetic.

Then there's my monstera Peru (Monstera karstenianum) in a pot I "salvaged" from a cemetery. Pretty sure it's cursed, but nothing I can do about that now. Also the baby succulents off my mystery flea market sedum. Behind my desk you can see my German sailing cookbook, Florentine bat notebook, Pikachu of encouragement, and turtle postcard. The turtle is one of many who live in the greenhouse that I visit when work gets stressful. Also a magnet of my favorite Minoan goddess--tits out, snakes in hands, cat on head.

This is desk ant. She appears to have no colony and just hangs out with me all day. I have tried to track her and find where she comes from but she just runs around in circles on my desk for hours so I have given up. Sometimes I give her a little bit of my tea to drink. She is the backbone of this working group.

Anyway, if you ever see a scientist's office that isn't cluttered and chaotic, they are doing it wrong.

#scientist #science #PhD student #STEM #women in STEM #queers in STEM #lichenology #lichenologist

[owlespresso]

pregnancy hcs. ayato, childe, diluc

warnings: spice beneath the cut tbh this is pretty fluffy. I've just had it on the mind for the past few days. Shoutout to @seakicker whose writing I have recently devoured like a wild hog who has found a trove of succulent mushrooms.

ayato

Before you begin exhibiting basic symptoms, he already has his suspicions that you might be pregnant. He can tell from slight changes in mood and extra fatigue and dizziness.

He's overjoyed at the news, of course, but with it comes an entire list of things that you're not allowed to do, eat, or drink. He consults with the proper professionals (only the best for you) and together they carve out a schedule and a list of rules for you.

...Most of it involves not intaking any dangerous foods. However, you're also not granted the opportunity to leave the estate unless he, Toma, or Ayaka are accompanying you. He has a vast network of enemies and rivals and he wouldn't put targeting his pregnant wife past them.

Should you complain about being bored, he coos at you sympathetically and assures you that this is for the sake of the baby's—and your health.

He's incredibly unbothered by any mood swings and it's difficult to be self-conscious when he's all over you. He has a raging breeding/pregnancy kink that he's never bothered to mention, but it's impossible to hide when he's fucking you at every opportunity. He is enamored with plush of your stomach, the fullness of your breasts—he likes to have you on his lap while he's doing paperwork, so he can idly squeeze and tease you, pinching your sore nipples and whispering praises in your ear.

Gods help you when your milk comes in. This man will not leave you ALONE.

childe

Not only is he a terrorist, but he is also a bona-fide family man! He's overjoyed at the news. The words have hardly left your mouth and he is already gathering a plethora of names for you to consider AND talking about the layout of the nursery.

He's building furniture and doing all of your chores and is very excited to go to whatever the Genshin equivalent of IKEA is. Honestly, he might just go hack down some trees and start building with that. He's hyperactive and is also eager to prove to you that he can be a reliable caretaker.

When he's not running all of the errands you would usually take care of, he's at your heels to make sure you have everything you need and that you're not straining yourself. He grabs things off of shelves you can't reach and shoos you away from the sink so he can wash the dishes. Your portion of work around the house is abruptly yanked away from you, so you have plenty of free time.

He lays in bed next to you and rubs gentle circles over your stomach. He murmurs soft reassurances to both you and the baby before you fall asleep. As excited as he would be to have a child, he knows his line of work is extremely dangerous. He doesn't talk about it much, and pivots away from it should you bring it up. He stays awake long into the night, staring at the ceiling as every possibility, good or bad, runs through his head.

During the course of your pregnancy, he ensures you feel well-loved and paid attention to. He spends countless hours loving you into the sheets, rendering you boneless his fingers and his lips and the thick length of his cock.

He hardly leaves your side. When he's not cooking all the weird combination foods you're craving, he's sweeping you off your feet, kissing you and squeezing your tits and cooing about how cute you are, like this. He's just obsessed with his cute little wife and obsessed with being in between your legs, making your thighs shake as you cum around his mouth for the third time.

diluc

Is more nervous than you are. He doesn't typically deal with pregnant people, like ever. He owns a Winery. They're not allowed to drink! He's immediately calling on any and every professional and learning all he can to ensure you have the safest and calmest pregnancy anyone on Teyvat has ever had.

He's a little. Fervent about it, at first. He nearly demands you stay in bed as much as possible and is hesitant when you want to go into town. After much reassurance, however, he will accompany you wherever you want to go... as long as you hold onto his arm the whole time and remain in clear viewing distance.

Similarly to Ayato, he's amassed many enemies and his greatest fear is losing you to them. He's doing his best to keep calm and collected, but he does go through some of the same symptoms that you suffer from, though not as severe as yours. It's both the combined stress of becoming a father and the empathy he feels for you. He doesn't like watching you get sick or upset.

He paces around the house like he's running drills.

But he has everything in hand. He stays home whenever he can afford to and is just... in awe? At the idea that there's going to be a small person who will be like you and him? He hopes the baby is more like you.

He is also very much fascinated with the changes in your body. He's cuddled up to you whenever possible, but that naturally evolves into his hands groping your thighs, gently caressing over your stomach, sparing cursory touches to your chest. Simply sitting next to Diluc often evolves into him fucking you nice and slow into the sheets. Sex with him while you're pregnant is always very tender, often paired with massages before or after.

The warmth he emanates helps to relax tense muscles and the pleasure he lavishes you with helps you forget whatever mood swings or other adverse symptoms you might be facing. Diluc, above all else, is going to take care of you. And if taking care of you mandates that he wring no less than three orgasms from you, you'll just have to cope with it.

#diluc #childe #diluc x reader #childe x reader #genshin impact x reader

[smasterilli]

Succulent flower snail cross stitch pattern

Many thanks to everyone who shares the finishes of my cross stitch patterns in social networks! Look at what a wonderful work there is on reddit in the thematic group for cross-stitch. the author is a reddit user under the nickname AirForceDoc17. It looks great!

You can find pattern here

Or welcome to my web site www.smasterilli.ru

#cross stitch design #cross stitch #cross stitch pattern #embroidery #craft #cross stitchers of tumblr #garden #snail #flowers #needlework

[owldart]

I am still thinking about megaman battle network like. Do you think navis have a distorted sense of time and that’s why emails can be sent in an irl flash but we still follow them in game while they run it to another Navi. Why isn’t there a thriving business for digital furniture you can buy your netnavi so they can have little beds and mugs and tiny desks to do their business. Humans pack bond with ANYTHING and I would spend an exorbitant amount on tiny furniture for my helper ai to have a comfy room and succulent plants to come back home to at the end of the day

#mmbn #megaman battle network

[calamari-ao3updates]

Warning! Long-ass post

SO!

Turtle Hot Pot is coming, don't worry, I've just got other things to get off my chest first.

After losing my drafts I just didn't do a whole lot in regards to that fic, but I'm getting back on it and have another chapter 7 ready to be finished up. Problem is, the drafts that got deleted had all the funnies. Now they've turned into crumbs of angst.

So yeah, very much looking forward to the reactions to that hehe

Anywho, I have a lot of hours on the Sims 4, most of it building houses as a way of literal fanfiction. This house is no different :D

Started building Aprils farmhouse from the 2012 series and that kind of spun out of control. Like, small farmhouse turned giant mansion out of control. 64x64 isn't nearly big enough...

Note: Early build/accidental screenshot of the house. I am in pain. The house is based roughly on and built most like this house but there are definitely some changes made to the final build.

I now have a 2012!FutureAU (like so many others-) and it is just Not Letting Me Go. I can't draw for the life of me so I'm writing a fanfiction to appease the turtle overlords while continuing the build. Which is actually kind of fun to have a visual of the place I'm writing about.

Anyway have Donnie's laboratory!

Completely finished with a small med bay, reinforced room for his wacky inventions and an observations/chemistry lab for all kinds of extra-terrestrial things Mona brings in. Her latest find was a weird-looking plant thing, hence the plants in there.

Some headcannons I gathered for Donnie's laboratory throughout my time being hyperfixated on turtles:

Kirby O'Neil gifted the farmhouse to the boys on one of their birthdays (idk which one, either eighteen or twenty-one) and gave them full permission to tear down the house and rebuild it. Simply because you cannot expect four mutant teenagers to live in a tiny house when their social network reaches into literal SPACE, nor did he want these kids to have families and expect all those people to move into the sewers of all places.

It's a big mansion, and took them three years to build and furnish the house alone. (I'll show snippets once it's furnished :P the backyard is a hot mess right now-). Afterwards they tore down the barn and rebuilt it, however the insides were custom-crafted with specialized materials (because labs).

All materials were procured via either Bishop or Mona.

The finished lab has a couple of different sections to it, as requested by both Donnie and his brothers.

The main area

The main area of his lab is where he does most of his tinkering. Either he's shoulders deep into blueprints or looking through data and whatnot, he's most likely to be found here right away.

Donnie's favourite nook in his lab is under the stairs. Usually the one place to find him late at night, illuminated by the one lantern on the back wall and the one desk lamp on the counter.

Casey decided it was also the perfect place for a fish tank, because it was away from his doohickeys and whatchamacallits. No one's complained and the fish are all thriving to Casey's surprise.

One of Donnie's most proudest trinkets is the portal, albeit secured and looked at regularly by both him and professor Honeycutt. It's known to boot up randomly and definitely isn't involved in bringing a past version of our 2012 boys into the future ;) hint hint

The Reinforced "Ticking Time-Bomb"

Raph loves referring to this place as a "ticking time-bomb", no matter how many times Donnie tries to tell him the walls are made from a special material scientists use for heat-resistant, explosion-resistant and all kinds of-resistant laboratories back on Mona's planet.

If you can't find him anywhere else, try your luck here. He might've bitten himself into a set of blueprints or experiments he absolutely couldn't wait to try.

The Med Bay

Note: ignore the succulent planter squares on the wall, I might change those. Don't like them a whole lot.

The only place he has to force Leo to step foot in. It's mostly used for routine check-ups or have Leo walk on the treadmill (bc his knee is a rice krispy and can crack so loud it makes Mikey think he'll start glowing in the dark).

Chloe made him the sunset painting (bc I headcannon her to be an art major) and Raph crocheted the plushies on the couch in case one of the kids ever have to come here for check-up and they need a buddy ;)

The desk has postcards stuck above them, Mikey being the cause behind it. He thought the space was too boring and "it needed some rizz" when asked why. So he one time asked Karai what he should hang up there and she's been sending them double postcards ever since. One for the kitchen on their fridge that has her message on it and another for Donnie's wall that only says "for the rizz".

Donnie has reportedly not tried taking them off or stopping them.

Also, peep Ricky in the corner. Guess who gave him that name.

The Lounge

Note: the blue line going through the wall on the right side is from a roof. Don't worry about it. It definitely isn't an overhead cover for Raphs chickens.

Where his brothers hang out if they want to hang out with Donnie :D

I don't know if you can tell from the first photos, but Donnie has stuck black and yellow security tape to the flooring leading from the door to the stairs. He decided that if his brothers wanted to hangout with him, they could do so in a designated space, reachable via a path that doesn't put them or his inventions, experimentations and research at risk.

The paintings were once again made by Chloe, waiting to be hung up somewhere. Leo and Raph collaborated on the ceiling planters (Leo brought the plants and Raph crocheted the strings) and Mikey stuck a hell of a lot of flower decals to the walls (and might have snuck in the unhealthy amount of butterflies, which Donnie definitely is pretending not to have known)

The toy bin is to keep the little kiddies busy and there's two pet beds in there in case Chompy decides to grace him with a visit.

The item display is definitely Casey's dumb idea and the sunflower rug definitely didn't come from Shinigami.

Donnie also decided to make the space functional aside from recreational and brought a corkboard up there, he might've asked Slash for help with that one. They needed to stick evidence somewhere, and Leo wasn't allowing it in the house. Raph and Donnie are found regularly up here, trying to crack cases they were given access to.

Mikey and Chloe regularly stick drawings up there, only to have them disappear. They got concerned Donnie was throwing them away until Raph showed them one of Donnie's many filing cabinets on the third floor; their drawings neatly sorted and safely tucked away in the various binders needed to contain them all.

If Donnie started finding more A4 drawings than other sizes pinned to the board, there definitely wasn't a reason for it.

There aren't cockroaches in the game, so let's pretend this spider is one.

Because of course Donnie has his little spyroaches roaming his lab, keeping an eye on things alongside Metalhead. Raph despises them, but has learned to tune them out.

If they hide while he specifically is hanging out at the lab, it's definitely not because Donnie has instructed them to do so.

The Observation/Chemistry Lab

It's mostly used for observation and testing of various subjects brought in by either Mona or Bishop.

He holds both video logs and written logs of his observations. It's also the place where he produces the retro-mutagen in small quantities.

The nozzles on the wall are a safety measure against harmful chemical fumes and are stocked with a generic neutralizer developed in collaboration between him, Mona and experts in the field from her home planet.

The Archive

Donnie's files on past projects, researches and all kinds of tidbits of information. There's a lot.

Anyone browsing and taking out random binders will find them filled with gibberish, words bordering illegible and photos of things that don't seem real.

If you find a shelf filled with binders containing art, you definitely didn't stumble upon his little treasury.

And that's about it!

I have a lot more headcannons but I've been working on Donnies lab in the Sims for two days, the story itself since the weekend. I really needed to share and remembered I had an entire blog dedicated to TMNT and my AO3.

I should really use this more often...

[evanwritesgames]

Species of Starjourn: Konogiri

Konogiri are an ancient species that evolved from succulents on a dry, barren planet inhospitable to most forms of life. Their evolutionary history is unusual in that the Konogiri are able to trace most of their major leaps to specific environmental pressures and the biological tricks necessary to adapt to them. 

Konogiri are exceedingly difficult to kill, for example, and they attribute this both to the planet they evolved on as well as a particular species of aggressive herbivore for which they were the primary source of nutrition. Konogiri attribute their sapience to a fungal species that formed a symbiotic relationship with their distant evolutionary ancestors. This species is thought to be the basis of the Konogiri “brain”, really a decentralized network of glial cells, nerve tissue and microscopic mycelial strands connecting it all together.

Nowadays, the Konogiri have nothing to fear from other life forms on their planet. They can visit and gawk at zoos and wildlife preserves hosting the creatures that used to eat them, and still would if the Konogiri ever gave them the opportunity. Unlike other species, which might have wiped them out, the Konogiri have a sort of traditional gratitude to these predators. In their mythological tradition, the predators are often personified and take on roles similar to human trickster and Promethean figures. They are fascinated by these parallels with humans as well as other species.

Konogiri are a photosynthetic species that evolved on the surface of their planet. A few other species also evolved here, including an intermediary species necessary to Konogiri reproduction. The details of this process are carefully guarded secrets but it is known that the process takes place at night and that Konogiri ready to mate begin to flower from the tops of their heads, which is also where their primary photosynthetic cells are centralized. 

Konogiri have tough, bark-like skin that is a natural filter and allows them to survive atmospheric and aquatic conditions that would kill most living things. Their bodies are highly regenerative and they can recover from almost any injury, especially if submerged in water. To them, immersion in water is a physically and emotionally fulfilling pastime more similar to bathing than swimming.  

They require water as much as sunlight but can store significant quantities of both, allowing them to “tap into” these elements at will, which provides them with the ability they call “bursting”. It is similar, if more dramatic in terms of effect, to human adrenaline surges. During a burst, Konogiri are even more hardy and strong than usual, but it’s the speed increase that really makes the difference. Konogiri usually prefer a slow pace of life, with bursting considered a fight or flight response mainly, and can seem to both talk and move very slowly compared to some other species.

Though effectively “monogender”, Konogiri do display regional and individual differences in the usual forms. All Konogiri are a shade of green and all are bottom-heavy or pear-shaped with minor size differences. The shapes of their heads, eyes, mouths, and locations of quills and skin ridges are their primary anatomical differences.

Accustomed to fighting for survival but reluctant to strike first, the Konogiri suffered at the hands of the Nirojanni for hundreds of years before developing the military acumen and technology necessary to fight back. After this, they successfully defended their territory but also began an aggressive expansion phase where they came into conflict with a series of other intelligent species, including some ALTO species such as the Lecronians and Theramoans.

After the Second Nirojanni War, ALTO membership was fast-tracked in an unprecedented resolution that has remained controversial not only because some still harbor doubts about the Konogiri, but also because it is well known that the primary reason policy changed and obstacles were removed is that their territory provides a strategic buffer against the Nirojanni. Some Konogiri mistrust ALTO and share cynicism about their membership with non-Konogiri critics -- they argue that it is not their species’ job to protect the rest of ALTO when they were locked out for so long. Most Konogiri, however, realize the value of ALTO membership is less about military alliances and more about being part of a galactic community where peaceful diplomacy, scientific inquiry, and exploration, as opposed to expansion, are paramount concerns.

Their history has left their various cultures with a shared expectation that “life is difficult” and they tend to universally share values that are akin to what we might call pragmatism or stoicis. Konogiri are slow to do anything and their relative balance of temperament and absence of grudges or personal vendettas are thought to make them ideal security officers and LEOs.

#pixel art #aseprite #indiegamedev #rpg maker mz #character design #aliens #starjourn #space opera #science fiction

[eddsworldrus]

What do all the boys home planets look like from your space au?

Ok oh boy!

this will be long since a lot of based off some oc stuff

Tord

So his race (Kathar) Their species a fair sized chunk have never even seen their homeworld!. A lot live on massive warships that cruise around, and are cities in their own light with their size and scale. And there is def a big difference in the cultures between Kathar who live on the homeworld, and those who live on warships. So different traditions/customs/and attitudes. Especially since every warship develops it's own customs, micro-holidays, and communities.

But it's a very pretty world with huge forests of megaflora Red wood trees spanning 100's of feet up. A world with a /lot/ of mountainous terrain and huge plain like areas on some of the steep mesa/flat portions

then deep foggy basins, and lots of the cities built up the sides of the mountains, mesa's or plains areas often pretty tight clustered cities where they live close together i was thinking of lots of world building and all these paleontology videos had me a lot more inspired to think about world building, and environmental factors their world would have that probably helped kathar adapt like that Mountainous landscapes, do powerful/digitigrade legs for climbing/traversing difficult areas, A lot living in very high altitudes. heavy/dexterous tails for balance and grabbing things especially

Fave lil leaf mice that catalogue as leaves/ect to hide in their forest floor homes. Just laying flat on the ground when many of the many species of avians are overhead.

Edd His planet is mostly ocean (like 90% water). With immense ocean biodiversity, (like think subnautica variety as a close example). (especially his species has a ton of variety based off their location/sub species) Edd mostly lives in massive underground tunnel networks. The world is *viscous* when there's massive leviathans and hostile sea life all about, so constantly out for ways to survive.

Also around the few patches of land massive coral reef like forest, some as tall as tree's branching out into the water.

Kelp forests that go for miles and miles

Then deep trenches with all sorts of life. You bet there be some weird ass crab creatures cause we love carcinisation

Matt

His planet is the least habitable, with most of the surface being to harsh for many species to live on, as it's volcanic, extremely hot, acidic rain, and just generally volatile. The surface is craggy and mostly barren, asides from the few species that live there. Most of his species live in vast underground networks. They've developed extreme tolerance to heat, toxic gases. and other rough environments.

So they've built up and reinforced their deep tunnel systems, and giant open caves, over many years. Having made gorgeous structures and adornments to it. Especially since living underground having a lot of access to metals and minerals to work with as building materials.

Fruit is a rarity/delicacy there as most plants they get tend to be more uncommom/mostly succulent/cactus adjacent with how rough the terrain/soil conditions can be.

Then big underground springs are another common feature, as they'll actively seek these out and build around.

Tom His is a mostly nocturnal planet, cooler temperatures, and has multiple moons. A lot of Lots of flat plains land and thick woods and brush. Not as many mountains/extreme heights.

For a majority of the time it's dark or almost a constant state of night/occasional dusk. Which a lot of bioluminescent life has developed, especially in the plants and fruits. Glowing to attract pollinators and seed spreading creatures.

Just sometimes fields of glowing flowers cropping up during the right seasons.

Their capital city is a massive floating city (Built on a base of the same crystals he has on his necklace and are 'magic amplifiers' so a whole lot of magic junk on his world),

Dappling of rural towns and villages. Lots of buildings having been lived in for generations, as a lot of importance in their culture for their history/traditions)

(some of their focus on tradition/valuing their culture does get toxic and there has been a growing counter culture movement against it)

A lot of the small towns have nice wooden buildings, or spires and obelisk like buildings. Most build around the environment but not over it.

Their sea/ocean is a big point of superstition, and very little sea faring. As it's a jet black ocean and most of it's contents are unknown, that is often seen as 'cursed'. Like a common phrase is 'sea touched' as those who are unlucky/dealt with tragedy (A lot of their funeral practices are mostly sea burials to pass on)

A couple other members of his species! oops I have a lot of lore/stuff for Tom and Tord's worlds especially

#eddsworld au #space au #this is such a long post but I can type about these worlds for a long tiiime #mostly cause a lot of concepts for the planets/races were preexisting/oc content of mine

[bedeliainwonderland]

I was tagged by my lovelies @wvnjo @myrnaxloy @the-girl-who-didnt-make-anysense thank you so much! Love you! 🖤🖤

indoor plants or gardens // cloud-watching or star-gazing // water or fire // paperback or hardcover // running or hiking // sleeping with socks or without socks (sadly it's always cold here so I have to put them on :c)// fruit or vegetables // hanging plants or succulents // dark wood or light wood // handwritten or typed // instagram or pinterest // braids or pigtails // dc or marvel // books or movies // oceans or meadows // forests or fields // sweet or salty (SPICY) // ice cream or chocolate // hoodies or sweaters // long hair or short hair // piercings or tattoos // summer or winter // boots or sneakers // cars or motorcycles (trains) // curls or straight hair // castles or cottages  // sunny days or storms // reptiles or birds  // disney or nickelodeon (90s cartoon network) // strawberries or watermelon // essay or posters // phones or laptops // glass or stone // dark or light // photos or painting // circuses or theaters // reading or writing // dogs or cats // poetry or novels // monsters or ghosts // thrift shops or libraries // fiction or non-fiction

Tagging @lareinedususpense @khyruma @little-tayy and whoever else wants to join 🖤

#tag meme #about me

[happybouquetinfluencer]

Exploring the World of Dates Wholesalers: A Sweet Deal for Businesses

Dates, the succulent fruits harvested from the date palm tree, have been cherished for centuries for their natural sweetness and nutritional benefits. As the demand for healthy and natural food options continues to rise, dates have emerged as a popular choice among consumers worldwide. Behind this trend lies a thriving industry of dates wholesalers, playing a crucial role in supplying these delectable fruits to markets, retailers, and businesses.

Dates wholesalers serve as the bridge between date producers and retailers, ensuring a smooth flow of these nutritious treats from farms to shelves. These wholesalers typically operate on a large scale, sourcing dates from various regions known for their high-quality produce, such as the Middle East, North Africa, and California. Their extensive networks enable them to offer a wide range of date varieties, including Medjool, Deglet Noor, Zahidi, and Barhi, catering to diverse consumer preferences.

One of the key advantages of sourcing dates from wholesalers is the assurance of freshness and quality. Wholesalers prioritize the timely delivery of fresh produce, maintaining stringent quality control measures to uphold the integrity of the fruits. Whether it's whole dates, date pastes, or date-based products like energy bars and spreads, wholesalers ensure that their offerings meet the highest standards, thereby earning the trust of retailers and consumers alike.

For businesses looking to incorporate dates into their products or retail offerings, wholesalers offer several benefits beyond just procurement. They provide valuable insights into market trends, seasonal availability, and pricing dynamics, helping businesses make informed decisions. Additionally, wholesalers often offer flexible pricing and volume discounts, enabling businesses to optimize their supply chain and enhance their competitiveness in the market.

Furthermore, dates wholesalers play a vital role in supporting sustainable agriculture practices and the livelihoods of farming communities. By establishing long-term partnerships with growers and adhering to fair trade principles, wholesalers contribute to the economic development of date-producing regions while promoting environmental stewardship.

In conclusion, the world of dates wholesalers is a vibrant and essential component of the global food supply chain. From ensuring quality and freshness to offering valuable expertise and support to businesses, wholesalers play a multifaceted role in meeting the growing demand for dates. As consumers continue to embrace healthier food choices, the significance of dates wholesalers is poised to grow, offering a sweet deal for businesses seeking to capitalize on the popularity of these delicious fruits.

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Experience the Ultimate Tech Adventure: Exploring Web Summit 2024 in Qatar

In the fast-paced world of technology, innovation, and networking, there’s one event that stands out as a pinnacle of industry gatherings: the Web Summit Qatar in 2024, this global phenomenon is set to make its mark in the vibrant city of Qatar. As tech enthusiasts and industry leaders from around the world converge on this Middle Eastern hub, they’re not only in for a wealth of insights and connections but also an unforgettable adventure in a land of rich culture and innovation.

The Rise of Qatar as a Tech Hub

While Qatar may be renowned for its opulent skyscrapers, luxurious lifestyle, and rich history, it’s also emerging as a thriving tech hub in the Middle East. With a growing ecosystem of startups, investment opportunities, and government support for innovation, Qatar provides the perfect backdrop for the Web Summit 2024.

A Feast for the Senses

Qatar’s culinary scene is a true feast for the senses, blending flavors from around the world with traditional Arabian cuisine. From savoring succulent kebabs and fragrant biryanis to indulging in decadent desserts and aromatic teas, every meal is an opportunity to embark on a culinary adventure. And with an abundance of world-class restaurants and street food stalls to choose from, you’ll never run out of delicious delights to sample.

The Legacy of Innovation Continues

As the Web Summit 2024 draws to a close and attendees bid farewell to Qatar, they’ll carry with them memories of an unforgettable adventure and the inspiration to continue pushing the boundaries of innovation. From forging new connections to exploring Qatar’s rich cultural heritage, the summit offers a glimpse into a future where technology and tradition intersect, creating endless possibilities for growth and collaboration.

Conclusion

The Web Summit 2024 in Qatar promises to be an experience like no other — a convergence of technology, innovation, and culture set against the backdrop of one of the world’s most dynamic cities. Whether you’re a seasoned tech professional, an aspiring entrepreneur, or simply curious about the future of technology, the summit offers something for everyone. So mark your calendars, pack your bags, and get ready for the ultimate tech adventure in Qatar with Experience Qatar!

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Good morning!  I hope you slept well and feel rested?  Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day.  Welcome to the weekend!

Wow!  Here we are again: Friday!  Where did that week go?  No, seriously, where did that week go?

Got an invitation to ‘Like’ a page, which of course I declined, but I do like the business, so I’m going to mention it and, trust me, this business has nothing to do with me!  It’s a place in Peterborough called Goddess Gym and it’s a women-only facility.  Love that!  Gyms are often very intimidating, scary and oppressive places for women, so this is a safe space and I applaud the initiative.  Are there places like this in London?

Had a cracking few hours at John Saunderson’s networking event.  Good to see some old faces!  Old but jolly and still making money within the music industry.  Quite an achievement!

I did a day of 1-2-1s yesterday and some young man got quite emotional.  Today is the last lesson of term and he said he was sad I wasn’t teaching him next term.  I explained to him that our bond remains intact.  I’m still speaking to students I haven’t taught in years!  “Treat me like your own personal Google!” I said to him.  “If you need the answer to a question, send me a message!”  Most people treat me like that anyway!

Really hope you can join me tomorrow for ‘The A-Z Of Mi-Soul Music’.  The Letter T (Pt. 3).  Executive Producer: the succulent Sharon Louison.  Sweet soul and a generous helping of lover’s rock!  Perfect soundtrack for whatever you’re doing!

Have a fabulous and funky Friday!  I love you all.  You’re probably thinking, “You don’t even know me!” but, if people can hate for no reason, why can’t I love?

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What are some elegant office interior design ideas for your co-working spaces?

In recent years, co-working spaces have become a popular choice for entrepreneurs, freelancers, and small business owners. These spaces offer a flexible and cost-effective alternative to traditional office spaces. However, co-working spaces can also be crowded and chaotic, making it challenging to focus and be productive. That's why it's essential to design an elegant and functional co-working space that enhances productivity and creativity. In this blog post, we'll explore some elegant office interior design ideas for your co-working space.

Use a neutral color palette: office interior design ideas for Neutral colors such as beige, gray, and white are timeless and elegant. They also create a calming and relaxing environment, making them an excellent choice for co-working spaces. Consider using neutral colors on walls, floors, and furniture to create a cohesive and sophisticated look.

Incorporate greenery: office interior design ideas for Plants can add a touch of nature and freshness to your co-working space. They also have been shown to reduce stress and increase productivity in employees. Consider adding a variety of plants such as succulents, ferns, and small trees to your co-working space. You can also use planters and hanging baskets to save floor space.

Choose comfortable furniture: office interior design ideas for Comfortable furniture is essential in a co-working space as people will be spending long hours sitting and working. Consider investing in ergonomic chairs, adjustable desks, and comfortable couches that promote good posture and support the back. You can also choose furniture that is both functional and aesthetically pleasing.

Use lighting to create ambiance: office interior design ideas in Lighting is an essential element of any office space, but it can also be used to create ambiance and atmosphere. Consider using a combination of natural and artificial light to create a warm and inviting environment. You can also use lighting to highlight specific areas of your co-working space, such as the coffee bar or lounge area.

Create private spaces: While co-working spaces are designed for collaboration and networking, it's also essential to provide private spaces for people who need to focus and work in solitude. Consider creating private meeting rooms, phone booths, and individual workstations where people can work in peace and quiet.

Optimize space design: Your co-working space should be designed to support the work that your members do. Consider factors such as desk height, storage, and accessibility when designing your workspace. You can also use room dividers, curtains, and screens to create separate areas for different types of work.

Add amenities: office interior design ideas in Amenities such as a coffee bar, kitchen, and lounge area can make your co-working space more attractive and comfortable for members. Consider adding amenities that reflect your brand and values, such as organic coffee, healthy snacks, and comfortable seating.

In conclusion, office interior design ideas in designing an elegant and functional co-working space is essential to create a productive and inspiring environment for members. You can get your next Commercial Office interior designed and built by a tech-led interior design company such as Flipspaces who can be your one stop solution to all your turnkey needs.

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Halal Red Meat: A Key Player in the Middle East Red Meat Market

Introduction:

In the diverse culinary landscape of the Middle East, red meat holds a significant place, not only in traditional dishes but also as a staple in modern cuisine. Among various considerations in consuming red meat, adherence to Halal standards is paramount for many in the region. This article explores the prominence of Halal red meat in the Middle East market, its cultural significance, economic impact, and future prospects.

Cultural Significance:

The Middle East is renowned for its rich culinary heritage, where meat dishes often take center stage. From succulent kebabs to hearty stews, red meat is an integral part of the region's gastronomy. However, beyond taste and tradition, the adherence to Halal principles is deeply ingrained in the culture and religious practices of the predominantly Muslim population in the Middle East. Halal, which means permissible or lawful in Arabic, encompasses various guidelines for ethical and hygienic practices in food preparation, including the slaughter of animals. Therefore, for many consumers in the region, the consumption of Halal red meat is not merely a dietary choice but also a reflection of religious and cultural identity.

Economic Impact:

The Middle East Red Meat Market is a thriving sector with significant economic implications. The demand for Halal red meat continues to rise steadily, driven by population growth, urbanization, and increasing disposable incomes. As a result, the region has witnessed a surge in investments in meat production, processing facilities, and distribution networks to meet the growing demand for Halal-certified products. Countries like Saudi Arabia, the United Arab Emirates, and Qatar have emerged as key players in the Halal red meat market, both as consumers and producers. Additionally, the Middle East's strategic location between major livestock-producing regions and consumer markets positions it as a crucial hub for global meat trade, further boosting its economic significance.

Challenges and Opportunities:

While the Middle East Red Meat Market presents immense opportunities, it also faces several challenges. Ensuring compliance with Halal standards throughout the supply chain, from farm to fork, is essential but can be demanding. Issues such as fraudulent labeling and inadequate oversight pose risks to the integrity of the Halal certification process, undermining consumer trust and market competitiveness. Moreover, factors like climate change, water scarcity, and fluctuating commodity prices add complexity to the production and distribution of red meat in the region.

Nevertheless, these challenges also create opportunities for innovation and collaboration. Advances in technology, such as blockchain and DNA tracing, offer solutions for enhancing transparency and traceability in the Halal supply chain, addressing concerns related to authenticity and food safety. Furthermore, partnerships between governments, industry stakeholders, and Halal certification bodies can strengthen regulatory frameworks and promote best practices, fostering a sustainable and resilient red meat market in the Middle East.

Future Prospects:

Looking ahead, the future of Halal red meat in the Middle East appears promising. With a growing population and evolving consumer preferences, the demand for high-quality, ethically sourced Halal products is expected to continue rising. As awareness regarding food provenance and sustainability increases, there is a shift towards organic and grass-fed options, presenting opportunities for niche market players. Additionally, the Middle East's embrace of e-commerce and digital platforms provides avenues for reaching a wider audience and diversifying product offerings.

Conclusion:

Halal red meat is not just a commodity in the Middle East but a cultural cornerstone and economic driver. Its significance extends beyond the dining table, encompassing religious beliefs, social traditions, and economic livelihoods. As the region navigates the complexities of a rapidly changing global food landscape, maintaining the integrity of Halal standards while embracing innovation will be crucial for ensuring the continued growth and resilience of the Middle East Red Meat Market.

#Middle East Red Meat Market