#wild plums

[balkanradfem]

I found a wild plum tree, and it already had the plum formed, so I grabbed one to try. It tasted acidic but ultimately really good! I was thinking I should gather some and make a juice out of them, when I bit right trough the pit, because it was still so soft I could just bite trough it.

I was trying to figure out which part was the plum, and which was the pit, but I was somehow chewing them both, and then I remembered that stone fruit had cyanide in their pits and I should not be eating that, so I quit eating that plum and got it out of my mouth.

There! I just needed you all to know that opportunity to get mildly poisoned presented itself and I didn't do it.

#i know eating just one wouldn't poison me #but i want points for being responsible #also the pit doesn't taste very good :( #wild plums #foraging adventures

[allium-girl]

Sweet and sour spiced venison stew flavored with dried wild plum leather

#recipes #summer recipes #stews #venison #wild plums #kharcho #tklapi #foraged recipes

[morethansalad]

Austrian Wild Plum Compote (Vegan)

#vegan #desserts #compote #austrian cuisine #central european cuisine #wild plums #wild food #plums #cinnamon #cloves #coconut sugar #❤️

[bluebelly-sun-serpentine]

#digital photography #sonya7r4 #sonya7riv #photographers on tumblr #color photography #photographers of tumblr #photography #original photography #plums #wild plums

[palesnowwhite]

#aesthetic #forest witch #vintage aesthetic #cottage witch #romantic academia #light academia #witch #spring #forest #vintage #plums #wild plums #fairy #fairycore #cottage #cottagecore #summer #nature #nature witch #green witch #country #meadow #garden #secret garden

[deannagrimstead]

#deer #urban wildlife #natural #selection #wildflowers #wild plants #wild plums

[dandelions-of-doom]

found a plum tree!!

Walked away with 209 (not including the ones eaten in the process) about 1/3 of the total plumage :)

#SO MANY PLUMS A PLUMMETING #foraging #plums #wild edibles #wild plums #wild fruit #foraged food #foraged fruit #Free food

[summerwages]

overnight success..

#oregon #native plants #wildflowers #wild plum #seedlings #spring vibes

[chitaka45]

京都　清水寺　🐲青龍会🐉　2024年３月15日

kyoto kiyomizudera templ 🐲seiryue🐉

#japan #kyoto #kiyomizudera #seiryue #doragon #wild bird #plum blossom #京都 #清水寺 #青龍会 #メジロ #梅の花 #そうだ京都行こう

[hanelizabeth]

Wild Plum ~ Independence 🌸

- a recreation of Charlotte Fairchild’s flower card -

characters by @cassandraclare 🫶

follow me on instagram - @/illustratinghan

#artists on tumblr #cassandra clare #digital artist #shadowhunters #tsc #cartoon #illustration #drawing #the shadowhunter chronicles #illustrator #tid #the infernal devices #clockwork princess #clockwork prince #clockwork angel #wild plum #charlotte fairchild #charlotte branwell #my flower card #flower card #flowers

[firstlawcedarprairie]

Brown-eared bulbul and Plum blossoms

#bulbul #plum blossoms #bird #wild birds #bird and flower

[alexandraadavies1996]

These little blooms always make me smile, the woods near my house are filled with with these cherry plum trees and their blossom reminds me the winter is ending and the wheel of the year is turning

Ig: alexandraadavies1996

#bohemian #boho #wicca #witch #spring #springcore #spring aesthetic #imbolc #cherry plum #blossom #wild flowers #flower child

[possibilistfanfiction]

argument pt 2?

[here's argument pt 1 (i guess lol); u don't need to read it for this to make sense fully but if u are so inclined & haven't read it yet it might be helpful context.]

//

you don't know what else you expected. upon a very quick reflection — once your brain reorients itself from beatrice is so hot — you realize you were foolish to think anything else, especially not without a discussion. but, still —

'what are you doing?'

it's clear what beatrice is doing, standing with jillian in one of her fancy labs. she's dressed in all black, a t-shirt delightfully tight on her biceps (focus, ava) tucked into loose pants reinforced at the knees, boots that are tougher than normal but lighter than those you would typically wear in combat — ones she prefers when fighting because it allows her quiet, stealth, full range of motion. 'trying on new armor,' she says, and if it was years ago, the spike of anger that starts in your gut and shoots up your spine — anger, and sheer panic — would have set the halo off.

jillian looks between the two of you — your fists clenched; beatrice's arms crossed over her chest — and says, 'well, i'll be looking over some specs in... another room,' and excuses herself.

wisely.

it hits you, all at once, when you look at beatrice — your fiance, your life partner — that, right now, maybe more than ever, she looks like a soldier. it's not been lost on you over the years, not with her nightmares and the quiet, chronic pain she bears with little more than a tender wince some mornings, the way she loses herself after loud noises or too many people in a crowd, her usually steady hands trembling — it's not been lost on your that beatrice has been fighting for a long time.

'you can't seriously be telling me you're not going to stop.'

'i'm fine, ava. i was cleared by my surgeon and my physical therapist to return to all normal activities.'

you're so used to gentleness, now, even with demons to fight on occasion and the lingering affects of a holy war too great to fully comprehend. you're used to beatrice's loose cotton crewnecks you like to steal; the rust-colored linen pants she loves, light in the breeze off the water. you're used to her whining for posterity about couples halloween costumes, her afternoon naps with her kitten purring on her chest softly. you're used to dates she plans meticulously that you don't even try to mess up because she's so intentional with how she loves you, full of thought and care. you're used to your big house on the beach and her laugh in the afternoon, the freckles on her shoulders, her hand in yours.

'i don't understand.' you release your fists with the progressive muscle relaxation you've worked on in therapy, then take a deep breath. 'you — you want to keep fighting?'

you're the one who changed her dressings after surgery, who took her to months and months of painful and slow-going, steady physical therapy. you're the one who washed her short hair with the gentlest hands you could, even that hurting the bone bruise along the back of her skull. you're the one who filled the prescriptions for her pain meds, who held her hand when she woke up. you're the one who loves her the most. you're the one who thought she was going to die.

'i —' she seems at a loss, for a moment, and then, 'it's my duty.'

'your duty?' it comes out shrill; so much for your muscle relaxation. 'beatrice.'

she clenches her jaw.

'you're telling me that you're, what, just fine getting fitted for new armor because your last vest got punctured by shrapnel and almost killed you?'

'ava.' it's a warning, and a tired one — exhausted from over a decade. 'you're still fighting.'

'i don't have a choice.' you hate yelling but you're overwhelmed by the idea of having to go through what you did again and again. 'don't you want — don't you want to choose?'

she swallows and leans back against the counter. 'if i —' she shakes her head.

'bea.'

'i — i can't.'

'i want to live,' you tell her, an echo of one of the first things you knew years and years ago, and her lower lip trembles. 'for so long i have wanted to live so badly, bea.'

'i know.' her voice is laced with unshed tears.

'i — do you want to?'

she sniffles and tilts her head back to look at the ceiling; it's a sure tell she's trying to compose herself but you can see her shaking, holding it in. 'i never thought i would.'

you step toward her, wait until she offers her hand. you lace your fingers together and wait. 'did you want to?'

'i didn't think — i didn't think i deserved to. i didn't think that me living a good life would be nearly as valuable as, well —'

'dying young in a blaze of glory for god?'

it takes her a moment, because it's the hardest thing in the world to hold, this grief, but then she laughs a watery little sound. 'something like that.'

'okay, but — do you want to now?'

it hangs heavy in the air. you know that she goes to therapy faithfully and you've seen her cry multiple times watching the sunset; she touches you like a benediction. but the answer is impossible to come by, sometimes — worthiness, and belief. 'who am i, ava, if not... this?'

you remember a book you'd read a few months ago, one of mary's favorites, that had made you cry often — where does it all lead? what will become of us? these were our young questions, and young answers were revealed. it leads to each other. we become ourselves. it's easy, to kiss the faithful gold band on her ring finger and then take her in your arms, put a protective hand to the back of her head. 'you're a fucking miracle,' you pray into her skin. 'you're the love of my life. you're a genius, and a black belt, and someone who avidly watches reality tv and tennis, only one of which is worthy of that kind of devotion.' you feel her laugh, snotty, into your shoulder. 'you're so pretty, and so handsome, and really funny when you want to be and sometimes even when you don't. you're remarkably forgiving; an incredible friend, a wonderful sister. you're someone who surfs because the ocean is beautiful and you want to see the sunrise. you're a very hot lesbian, and you're my fiance, and you're going to be my wife. you're my life partner. you give the world so much more than it has ever, ever deserved.' you both back up, just so you can look into her eyes. you hold her face in your hands, as gently as you can, run your thumb along a cheekbone, the constellation of freckles there that have bloomed in the sun by the sea. 'you will always serve the world, i know that about you. you're a child of god,' you say. 'you're beatrice.'

it doesn't surprise you when she kisses you gently and then tucks her face into your neck and lets out a full body sob. you rub her back through it, hold her up when her legs grow weak. eventually, as she always does, she calms and composes herself, steps back and dries her tears, runs a hand along her hair. her eyes are red but she takes a deep, steadying breath.

'thank you.'

you kiss her cheek. 'you're also my favorite.'

'now that i do know.'

you grin. 'don't get me wrong, like, fuck the military industrial complex obviously, but this is kind of a look.'

she rolls her eyes but her shoulders settle and then she looks at you seriously. 'i want to live a long life.'

'yeah?'

'so badly.'

'it's a little scary, right?'

she lets out a shaky, honest breath. 'yeah.'

'well, we'll figure it out.' you kiss her, the first of a kind stretching out ahead of you, infinite. 'i have an idea?'

she sighs, and you can't help but laugh.

(you watch her slice a plum on the shore of the lake in the alps you used to train at all those years ago, the lake you knelt down in front of her and she agreed to be your wife. the fruit is juicy and a color you can't quite bring yourself to comprehend: blood, your favorite sangria at the beach, natal dahlias. the house you stay at now — a few quiet days before you head home — is small and gorgeous, with a giant bed and a wall of windows that overlook the mountains. i love you here, you tell her — i love you like this; i love you however you are meant to be — i love you in peacetime, and you watch her slice a plum, the juice red and sticky on her fingers. she puts it to your mouth gently and the taste explodes like a kiss. she smiles and you feed her too; she sucks your finger into her mouth and you close your eyes — there will be time enough to touch her later. the water is calm, and the flowers are in bloom, and the sun shines bright.)

#wn #wn fic #avatrice #avatrice fic #butch bea 🥺🫡 #jillian getting tf out of there lmfao #mostly brought to you by the overwhelming RED of the plums that have been in season in socal lately #& the accidental sincere ending to the lilith pov prompt fill lmao 'i want to live a long life' #whew! wild!

[mushroomgay]

Abernethy Forest, Scotland, August 2023

Plums and Custard (Tricholomopsis rutilans)

This gorgeous mushroom pisses me off bc it doesn't taste good at all but it really looks like it should. Not toxic, but bitter and unpleasant. Beautiful, though.

#mycology #wild fungi #inedible fungi #foraging #plums and custard. #Tricholomopsis rutilans #Tricholomopsis

[chainbakery]

May I have cuddling hc with wild, Hyrule, and legend where you run your hands through their hair, maybe a couple of smooches bc sometimes heroes deserve to be held.

note; i already wrote short cuddle scenarios, you can find the first of them here! i still decided to do these, as my writing style has changed a little.

summary; even heroes get tired after all their battles. soft moments when you hold them, giving all the love they deserve.

gn! reader, established relationship, tooth-rotting fluff, kisses and hugs.

characters; hyrule, legend, wild.

The traveler doesn't indulge in cuddling as much as he'd like, especially if you're traveling as it would leave the two of you more vulnerable to monster attacks.

It may sound a bit paranoid, but he can't really risk it.

When he's sure you're in a safe place, or if the others are keeping watch and he's feeling comfortable enough, he'll definitely cuddle you.

Loves when you rest on top of him, or let him do the same.

When it's you, your weight helps him relax. It reminds him that you're safe and sound by his side, which greatly calms his mind.

Feel free to draw little shapes on his chest if you notice that something is bothering him. Your gentle touches tickle him and lighten his mood easily.

When he's on top of you, he likes to rest his head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat. The way your chest moves up and down with each breath you take is almost like a lullaby to him.

Play with his hair and leave a kiss on his forehead, he will absolutely melt and forget anything but you.

Likes to leave kisses on your shoulder before he falls asleep, since he'd be too tired to raise his head and find your lips.

The veteran has won against terrible foes an impressive number of times, but he finds himself defeated when he tries to stop his body from relaxing in your loving hold.

In your arms, he can finally let his mind rest. No dungeons, no monsters, no quests. Just the sound of your heartbeat, and your warmth around him.

The way tension leaves his body hurts, but it feels nice when he gets used to it.

When cuddling, Legend forgets his sassy persona and accepts your caring touches without a complain.

Run your hands through his hair, leave kisses on his skin... He will enjoy every single act from you with a tired smile on his lips.

Sometimes, he'll chase after your lips so he can give you a good kiss, as a thank you for being so nice to him.

He's not afraid to let his soft side show in front of you, as he knows he can trust you with his life.

Legend likes to either rest on top of you, or behind you.

Very rarely the little spoon, only when he's feeling down.

Cuddling you from behind is the best way to hide his burning cheeks and loving stare from you.

As much as he loves when you spoil him with kisses and sweet caresses, he gets quite shy.

It took the champion a while to get used to your caring touch, as it was a bit overwhelming at first, he wasn't used to such intimate moments.

But after a few tries, he found out that he loves when you hold him when he's feeling down or needs to relax.

Prefers to leave a hand free if you're outside, just in case there's an attack, but keeps one around your shoulders.

He likes to hold you, but you can see just how much he loves when you wrap your arms around him.

He can't lie to you, being the little spoon is his preference even if he doesn't mind being the big one.

If you have free time, he's definitely running to you so he can rest his head on your lap.

Play with his hair, braid it, add any flowers you may find around, anything. He loves it and will leave whatever style you decided to try that day, as long as it doesn't bother him while fighting or cooking.

He can't help but kiss your cheeks every few minutes. Your face is right there and you look so cute! Feel free to give them back, and he'll double them.

#lu legend #rose cupcakes #lu hyrule #braided easter bread #lu wild #linked universe x reader #plum streusel cake

[anastasiamaru]

🌸Beauty of Ukraine 🌸🌸

#this is Ukraine #love my Home #Homeland #ukraine #pray for ukraine #pray for ukrainians #ukrainians #war in ukraine #stand with ukraine #pray for ukrainian soldiers #beauty of Ukraine #sakura #wild plum #tik-tok video #zakarpattia #city vibes #ukraine under attack #укртумблер #укртумба #Україна #Закарпаття #old video