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[brf-rumortrackinganon]

The worst opening ceremony ever

That’s because you’re looking at it all wrong. The opening ceremonies are incomparable, for a whole list of reasons:

The economic and financial situations, both in the country that’s hosting and for the entire world.

The country hosts

The creative and production teams involved in putting on the shows.

Geopolitical tensions and issues of the times

The athletes involved

You’re expecting 2008 production value in a 2024 world that’s dealing with different economic crises, two very significant wars with WW3 breakout potential, and a rising far-right/return to dictatorship. It’s incomparable.

You have to look at the opening ceremonies as their own standalone unit. And when you consider last night’s spectacle that way, it was actually a tremendous success:

Arson shut down most of the French trains and there were enormous fears of what it meant for the ceremony, but it went off without a hitch.

It rained the whole time, but all the performers still made good performances, no one was injured, and everyone made it.

Celine Dion made her first major public singing appearance while dealing with a huge medical condition. If you don’t know the significance of Celine Dion to the French or the song that she performed, then just be awed by her commitment to turn up, IN THE FREAKING RAIN, on TOP of the Eiffel Tower to perform. Who cares if she lip-synced? It was raining! She showed up anyway, with every right to demand the performance be relocated to the flat ground under cover.

The athletes all had a good time and were excited.

The cityscapes during the torch relay showed off Paris’s incredible architecture and skyline. Name any other city that can do that and have it be so meaningful.

The bells of Notre Dame rang for the first time in 5 years, they gave credit to all the workers and trades/crafts that have been restoring and repairing the cathedral, and gave an homage to the Hunchback of Notre Dame.

There was a lady in a croissant costume. A CROISSANT costume!

They had a choir of headless Marie Antoinettes accompanying a heavy metal band that was performing AT the very same prison she was held captive at.

They lit a piano on FIRE and floated it down the Seine while performing “Imagine.”

They acknowledged France’s bloody, violent history without it being preachy or sentimental. (Watch the LA 2028 ceremony ignore the US’s bloody history - I guarantee you it’ll highlight our melting pot culture but it won’t even touch on the oppression, slavery, Civil Rights era, or how indigenous peoples were treated, much like the London 2012 ceremony didn’t acknowledge Britain’s bloody history.)

They highlighted all the ways that French culture contributed to the global community; music, literature, love, fashion and Coco Chanel pink, Louis Vuitton, the Eiffel Tower, croissants, the minions, and French people’s contributions to modern sport (as well as foreign success in French sport).

The homage to Assassin’s Creed, the Phantom of the Opera, and other famous masked French figures in the torch relay and flag-bearers.

They had an opera singer dressed as the French flag singing the national anthem from a sloped rooftop over the stadium in the rain. I had literal chills, y’all. It can’t get more patriotic than that.

Organizers made statues of important French women to display during the ceremony and they’re DONATING all of them to Paris after the Olympics! I don’t know if you caught it, but the male-to-female representation in Paris’s statues is 4.5:1 (over 200 male statues, just 40ish female statues). It’s an incredible start towards gender equality in Parisian and French history that a lot of countries could take a note from.

Les Mis! Who doesn’t love a good musical interlude?! Especially one introducing a segment paying tribute to the French Revolution. (And I must admit, I’m now kinda expecting LA 2028 to have a Hamilton nod.)

The image of Assassin’s Creed with the dove wings behind her as she walked up.

All the athletes running together for the final torch relay - more chills! (Usually that doesn’t happen.)

Raising the Olympic cauldron by hot air balloon so everyone could see.

That amazing light show from the Eiffel Tower.

and so much more.

Yeah, the can-can line was sloppy and the audio quality was poor, the parade of nations took forever (they always take forever though) and no one understood the order they were coming in (because it wasn’t explained until *after* the ceremony that the upcoming hosts are also at the end) and there’s a ton people offended by the threesome and the drag queens on the grounds of religious morality (you can see my reaction to that criticism in the earlier post below), but overall, all things considered? Considering the entire 4-5 hour show, in the spectacle that is Paris, with a terrible weather forecast, in the unprecedented geopolitical times we’re in?

It was a kick-ass opening ceremony.

[heavenly-fag]

24-hour minizine (8 pages) about DIY propagation from leaf and stem cuttings (free to copy and distribute!! pls just take my name out if you change any content)

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So You Want to Make Some Plants Into Even More Plants?

A Quick + Dirty Guide to Propagation from An Amateur Who Likes Watching Roots Grow. (by Fran Tirpak)

propagation - n.

"multiplication or increase, as by natural reproduction."

1. Prepare!

Important: Sterilize your shears w/ rubbing alcohol.

Wear gloves -- some plants can irritate your skin when cut.

Gather supplies: shears, gloves, soil medium, pot, glass jar.

Optional: plant food, rooting hormone, cinnamon, tealight.

^ we'll talk about these all more later on.

2. Take your cutting!

Succulents -- just pop off a leaf!

Vining plants (Pothos, Monstera), cut below one of the root nodes.

Woody stems (fiddle leaf, rubber plant) -- cut with 1-3 leaves at the top

3. Root your cutting!

(Optional) Dip the cut end in rooting hormone. For a homemade method, dip in cinnamon, then seal with melted wax from an unscented tea candle.

Place the cutting in a glass of warm water in indirect sunlight.

Succulent owners: simply place your leaves flat on damp potting soil.

4. Plant the cutting

(the scariest part)

Once the cutting has roots (~3-4 weeks later) time to put it in soil.

Depending on your plant, your soil needs will change.

When in doubt: good drainage, airy & loose, added nutrients.

For tropicals: 1/2 peat moss or coco coir, 1/4 perlite or pumice, 15% orchid bark, 10% compost/organics (i.e. worm husks).

(For succulents, just watch 'em sprout!)

* Potting Tips

Experiment with lighting and humidity levels.

Try out LECA or a mix to slowly introduce your plant to solid ground.

LECA: Lightweight Expanded Clay Aggregate. Balls of clay used in hydroponic gardening - popular with Monsteras

Some tropical plants also have no prob being in water full-time!

5. Now you have a friend!

Pro tips: You can take props from anywhere (as long as you're responsible -- and sneaky).

There's no one way to care for a plant. Do your research, go with your gut, & have fun!

[sixminutestoriesblog]

marigolds

It's October! For half the hemisphere, the nights are getting longer, the wind is getting colder and the weather is taking on a distinct grey and overcast mood. What better time than now to steal a few last bursts of brilliant, warm sunshine and keep them close against the coming of winter?

Enter October's flower (one of them) - the marigold.

An interesting thing I found while researching this month's flower was that its native to the Americas - and yet some sites list the ancient Greeks and Romans having traditions surrounding the marigold. One of the sites even mentions the flower being introduced to the 'Americas' several sentences after telling me its native to Mexico. I think some of the confusion may come from the fact that there are marigolds of the Tagetes genus, which are the ones I think of when I think of marigolds, that were first mentioned by the Aztecs and are native to the Americas - and there is a flower, Calendula officinalis, called the 'pot marigold' which comes from the same daisy family but is a different genus and seems to originate in southern Europe. To add to the confusion, the Spanish imported the Tagetes marigold from the Americas and from Spain it spread to, particularly, monastery gardens across Europe where it was cultivated into various strains with names like the African or French marigold. The American marigold didn't even have an official genus name until 1753. So, sorting through marigold myths was a lot like playing 'guess which twin it is' for me especially since the majority of the sites I was wandering through either weren't aware of a difference or didn't differentiate. I found one site that marked the difference between them (shout out to growingvale.com). I can understand why. We're only talking flower folklore here, not nuclear codes. My little nitpicky soul though just wasn't happy until it figured out what was going on. I am now going to spew facts at you and try to tell you which flower is which for each of them.

We'll see how I do.

Let's start at the beginning.

Tagetes marigolds were first recorded as being cultivated by the Aztecs, who considered them both medicinal and sacred. That tradition has carried over into Mexico's el Día de los Muertos, the Day of the Dead, which is celebrated either in late October or Early November depending on the region. How much of that is straight from the Aztecs and how much is later European influence via Catholicism is still up for debate but the marigold plays a special part in both. The brightness and strong scent of the marigold flowers are believed to help guide the spirits of the dead to their family and to the offerings left out for them. You watched Disney's Coco (or Fox's The Book of Life), you get it. The Day of the Dead is celebrated outside of Mexico as well, with traditions varying from place to place but right now, we're talking marigolds.

In a half step to the side of that, the Victorians also considered marigolds a funeral flower but in a solemn and grief-filled way that made their cheery color inappropriate for any other kind of bouquet.

In South Asia, the Tagetes marigold has in large part replaced Calendula officinalis marigold while still serving the same purpose. There marigolds are used to create garlands and decorations for weddings, festivals and sacred holidays. Both Buddhism and Hinduism attach spiritual significance to the flowers. In India, giving a garland of marigolds to someone is considered a sign of friendship.

Walking it back to our Calendula officinalis marigold, the common name of 'marigold' is actually a break down of 'Mary's gold'. The golden colored plant was often left on alters and shrines to the Virgin Mary in Catholic countries in the middle ages by people that couldn't afford to leave actual coins. Its bright sunshine color and availability to everyone soon became associated with her.

This is the marigold that the ancient Romans and Greeks used medicinally and that medieval Europe thought was a cure against the plague. This is also the marigold that was woven into garlands for doors and livestock in Ireland to keep away fairy attention.

Both branches of flowers are popular with love superstitions, representing never having to lose a love and as a good luck charm when it comes to love.

And let's round things off with a gardening fact. Marigold are considered excellent companion plants for most vegetable gardens because they repel pests from the big to the very tiny kind. Just check before you plant. Their roots also give off an antibacterial chemical that will wreck havoc on your legumes.

Happy birthday, October babies!

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Watch Your Step

Epilogue for Sweet Treats AU: by character | chronological | epilogues

Warnings: these drabbles will include dark elements such as noncon, control, intimidation, and other stuff that may not be specified. Take this as you chance to scroll by.

Note: love you all.

Please let me know what you think <3

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You stare at the shelf. The selection is limited, much like everything else in this town. It’s good. It means no one important will be around. At least, you thought so.

Your mind wanders back to the cafe and the man who sits daily with demands that only Birdy serves him. And that other man, the one who walked in and turned the air frigid with just his appearance. Coco said he had a lot of questions. Well, so do you, like who the fuck is he?

Ah, fuzzy peaches. That’s what Birdy asked for. You think of grabbing some of the sour cherries but you really shouldn’t. You’re certain your careless work time snacks are starting to catch up to you. You certainly feel some extra jiggle in your ass.

Right, well, you’ll forego the sweets but you should get something for Coco. She’s been… stressed. You’re all on edge but lately, she’s been wound tight. 

You go to the rack of chocolate bars and consider the various labels. Your vision blurs as your mind wanders. You don’t know how she did it for years. Birdy almost spent a whole year with her psycho and you, a couple months, but Coco, she was in it. She was resigned to it. 

Now she’s like a dog let out of the pound. She’s lost and confused but too proud to admit it.

Maybe you are too.

You settle on salted caramel but as you reach for the bar, another hand appears and smacks into your own clumsily. You back away in surprise and face the man as he gives an apologetic look. You scrunch your nose at the trim of hair above his lip. It must be a popular style around here. You thought for sure that jackass at the cafe was the only one tacky enough to support a tash stache.

“Sorry, I guess we had the same thought,” he chuckles and plucks out the salted caramel bar, “here.”

He offers the chocolate. You eye it and take it from him. You wiggle it with a dry smirk and turn on your heel. You strut towards the counter and put down your wares as the cashier rings you through.

You thank her and take the candy. Is there not enough sugar at the cafe? You shake your head and march out of the store.

The winter brings with it early evenings and a bitter chill in the air. It’ll be a strange Christmas but the holidays have never been very special for you. You stroll past the red and green storefronts. Coco wants to do candy cane hot chocolate as the special. You told her to do whatever, you don’t know much about food besides what tastes good.

You stop at the hobby shop. Half thrift and half novelty. There’s a used acoustic guitar in the window with flowers painted on the body. No, save your money. Even these snacks are a drain on the pot. You told the girls, you gotta be smart. Be ready to leave at any moment and moving is easier with money.

“You play?” A deep timbre permeates your mindless gazing.

“Little,” you answer dully as you peek over your shoulder. It’s the same man. “Don’t like being followed.”

“I’m not following you,” he tilts his head.

“No?”

“I’m walking in the same direction. Just happened to catch up.”

“Sure,” you cross your arms and raise your chin defiantly. “Well then, go on. Be on your merry way.”

His eyes twinkle as he watches you. He scoffs. He pushes back his shoulders, emphasizing his broad silhouette. He’s a big guy but you’re wily. You dealt with worse in New York.

“Sweet tooth?” He nods to the wrapper poking out of your jacket pocket.

“Nosy?” You counter.

His jaw ticks and his eyes drift over, “you must not be from around here.”

“Is it any of your business?”

“Ha, I only say that because the locals tend to be a lot nicer. You seem like the city type.”

“Oh, and you seem like the dumb type. Not interested.” You sigh and tuck your hands into your pocket and twirl away, “if you follow me another block, you won’t get to wherever you’re going.”

He chortles as you step to the curb, “frisky.”

You glance back from the corner of your eye as you cross the street. His shadow is unmoving as he remains where you left him. You squeeze the heavy metal shape in your pocket. If he so much as takes a step towards you, you won’t hesitate to unfold the blade.

[geraldmariaivo]

that’s one fucked up butterfly

So i have no clue whether or not this counts as a vague one-shot or an overly-detailed story idea. Either way, here’s the spaghetti my brain fed me today.  ————

Jason has been hungry. Like, really hungry. Granted that’s not weird because this lifestyle does that to a person, but it’s more than usual. It’s also kinda weird because he’s been picking up food more often…as Red Hood. Outside of Crime Alley. Something about the confusion and fear of the cashier as a known crime lord who usually stays inside his turf casually plops down and pays for a brick or five of guava paste, containers of butter, and various other sweets, fruits, and other normal foods is just so satisfying in a way he can’t put his finger on.

But he doesn’t really think about that, because by the time it’s a notable trend, there’s something more pressing to think about. Namely, the fact that it’s been getting harder to move in a my-muscles-and-joints-are-stiff-and-achey-because-I’m-not-letting-myself-heal kind of way. This also isn’t super surprising considering the, well, everything about his lifestyle. It was bound to catch up with him sooner or later. It got more pressing when the ganglion cysts started popping up. He got as many important things out of the way as he could, and took a break. It only took the immediate repercussions of pushing himself so much finally rearing their ugly head, but he did it.

Except two weeks in, and it’s gotten worse. He does stretches, drinks plenty of water, makes sure he eats enough fiber and nutrients, but nothing works. He just keeps getting increasingly stiff. And it doesn’t help that the cysts keep popping up (yes, he checked them out with Dr. Thompson, and they don’t seem to be anything other than his body pitching a fit about being beat up on). It isn’t until Steph and Cass visit the safehouse during lunch and tell him point-blank that he’s eating like a speedster that he takes a good hard look at the kitchen and his trashcan that he realizes he did, in fact, just pack away a whole pizza, a very large fruit&veggie smoothie, and was on his way to scarf down a bowl (pot) of pasta that would feed half the bats, plus the cheese, sauce, and meatballs he was in the process of cooking.

It takes too much arguing, and bribing him with Alfred’s cookies, to get him to come to the cave for more thorough examinations.

This, unfortunately, does fuck-all. His blood pressure indicates that he’s stressed but fine, his nerves and reflexes are working fine, and when they did finally get him to get actual scans and take samples, they all turned up negative except for slightly elevated brain activity and a higher body temperature than usual, not even enough to be a serious fever. The cookies were the only good part of going, in Jason’s opinion, because nothing changed from how it was going before. In fact, the period where he didn’t eat anything so he could go in for scans seemed to only make the aches, pains, stiffness, and cysts worse.

The fatigue was to be expected, considering how hard it was for him to move around, and the fact that whatever was going on was clearly taking a lot of energy. It also aligned pretty well with the expected fatigue from people with similar ailments….right up until Jason was suddenly conking out for hours at a time. This was, understandably, very alarming for everyone, especially Jason.

One night when [insert reason for everyone to be out of the cave here, probably the aftermath of a breakout from Arkham or something], things went from bad to “what the FUCK is going on?!?” Namely, because between the time they left to when they got back, Jason was effectively entombed in a weird cocoon of stone-like green shit, and whatever it is, it’s interfering with any and all of the equipment they were using to monitor his vitals.

Of course this sends everyone into a panic, and Bruce is extra freaking the fuck out. He tries to get this off of Jason any way he can short of dropping the cocooned Jason from a skyscraper. Chipping away at it? Didn’t work. Laser cutter? No. Acid? Nope. Sealing some of it in a container with water to see if it would even begin to dissolve? Nothing. Clark is off-world with J’onn, none of the lanterns are available, and as much as Bruce hates turning to magic for anything, none of the JLD will be able to stop by in less than a week.

So the bats wait. They can’t do anything else other than try to find out what’s happening and how to fix it.

And then, one day, there’s a crack. And another. And another. Given that Jason’s under 24/7 surveillance at this point and they’re actively looking for any signs of activity, it’s not long until everyone who can drop whatever they’re doing arrives at the cave. It takes a while for any of the cracks to be big enough for them to get a grip or pry this stuff off of him, but they manage. They manage, piece by piece, and what spills out -anyone who’s been near a Lazarus pit could tell you- is Lazarus water. Lazarus water, and Jason.

Jason, probably coughing and spitting up glowing green goop, does eventually crawl out. After the initial fretting and checking for damage, he gets cleaned up, and he seems fine. Further observation indicates that other than some minor stiffness from being in the same position for days, he’s healthy.

For a bit, everything seems fine. Everyone is still on edge from whatever the hell all that was, but there doesn’t seem to be anything wrong with him, other than having a somewhat more even temper, and being more likely play nice on the comms during patrols.

Of course, this is until he falls through a couch while reading, and is found struggling to get up as his arms phase in and out of the floor.

————

For anyone who’s confused, this is a Halfa!Jason story(?) plot(?), and the basic premise is that Jason’s core had been forming for a long while now, but hadn’t been fully formed yet due to a lack of lots of good ectoplasm. The emotions he’s been absorbing from living in a city, and especially the fear he’s been getting as Red Hood and during rogue attacks, has been really helping out though, and has allowed his forming core enough strength to mostly filter out a bunch of the nastiest gunk left over.

Unfortunately Jason was constantly in danger, and his core wanted time to focus on finishing itself, as lots of newly formed cores do. So it geared up to spend a lot of energy on this (hence eating so much -sustaining the squishy human body while his core is using so much energy is important), but quickly “realized” that Jason wouldn’t stop going out and getting injured on his patrols for anything short of a medical situation of “this is going to affect my immediate future if I don’t treat this now” scale. So it did, and then when it was ready to actually buckle down and go for it, it gathered up the nastiest ecto it could find, and used it to make a protective barrier around him so that A) he couldn’t go anywhere and get himself injured, and B) anything that might want to snack on or harm a vulnerable core with a currently very vulnerable body would be repelled by the sheer nastiness of it.

And when it was over, out came a fully-formed halfa!Jason!

Good luck with those new powers, buddy.

[jaybug-jabbers]

Just some notes I am making for myself!!

Isopod Shopping List:

✔️ Glass aquarium/vivarium (ensure lid has fine mesh to keep out pests; a lid that's partially glass will make it easier to maintain humidity)

✔️ Humidity gauge/thermometer (50-60%, 70-85 degrees F)

✔️ Bark 'hides' and (safe) decorative pieces; cork bark is common

✔️ Squirt bottle for misting

✔️ Substrate (common ones: topsoil, coco fiber, coco chips, sand, charcoal, small pieces of bark/wood, sphagnum moss; the moss helps retain moisture and thus is handy but don't use too much; ensure the soil used has no fertilizer beads or other 'extras' in it):

✔️ Topsoil/Potting Soil

✔️ Worm castings

✔️ Fir Bark Chips

✔️ Charcoal

✔️ Sphagnum Moss

✔️ Dead leaves (primary food source; some people boil or bake them to sterilize but others don't; a variety of leaf types will work; some commonly used ones include maple, oak, birch, elm, cottonwood, etc; thinner leaves and older, more 'rotten' leaves are tastiest to them, but be sure to inspect for mold or hitchhikers; provide plenty of leaves in a layer over the whole tank)

Additional dead organic matter can include seed pods such as magnolia pods, lichen, or other goodies

✔️ Nutrient-rich foods (secondary food source; a variety of things can be used including fish flakes, dried bloodworms, dried shrimp, small pieces of produce scraps, specialized products such as Repashy Morning Wood and Repashy Bug Burger, etc) to be provided in very small amounts that can be eaten quickly and any excess removed before it molds; experiment to see how long it takes for them to consume it and what they prefer to eat

✔️ Cuttlebone (broken up) may be provided if desired for extra calcium

Springtails may be added to help control mold and pests

Isopod Care Notes:

Some keepers have a 'damp' side and a 'drier' side to allow the isopods to regulate their own preferences; sphagnum moss works good for the damp side, and situate a vent by the dry side if possible

Heat should not be needed unless your room is especially cool

Most keepers prefer deep substrate for the isopods to burrow, but some prefer shallower substrate so they can keep track of their stock better (they use a compacted substrate layer and place a looser, shallower burrowing layer on top)

Substrate does not need to be changed often but every few months is a good idea to refresh its nutrients and remove excess frass & ammonia buildup

Exact environmental preferences will depend on the species of isopod; while their needs are often very similar it's important to always double-check about your exact species

Isopods will reproduce readily (females carry the eggs in their bodies and will give 'birth' to live isopods) and the little babbies (mancae) start off very teeny so be careful when you're cleaning

Invert keepers have bred a TON of varieties of isopods, at differing 'difficulty' and price levels; make sure you are purchasing isopods that have been bred in captivity and not poached from the wild; and obviously never release pets into the wild

Some Beginner Isopods & Pretty Color Morphs:

Armadillidium nasatum (Nosy Pillbug): Peach, Orange, White Out/Pearl

Armadillidium vulgare (Roly-Poly): Orange Vigor, St. Lucia, Magic Potion

Porcellio scaber (Rough Woodlouse): Dalmation, Orange Koi, Lava

Porcellio laevis (Swift Woodlouse): Dairy Cow

Cubaris murina (Little Sea Isopod): Anemone, Glacier

Questions for Sellers:

Opinions on enclosures, especially with regards to maintaining proper moisture and airflow

Opinions on where to safely collect leaf litter (esp this time of year), boiling to sterilize (potential nutrition loss)

Species

Where do you get your isopods?

[d-x-z]

ICE ICE BABY!

Evil morty (from the fanfic) x male reader

Note: If you read the fanfic, I do call back to their times, and I mention this one before, but I will turn them into oneshots >:)

(Posted before the fanfic is published—needed to be proofread, arc 1 needs to be rewritten/improved— for context, evil morty is just morty prime but before he decided to go solo. Pre-rick event)

17+ DNI, 16 and under blogs only!!

IMPORTANT NOTE: if there's weird cuts that skips paragraphs that doesn't complete the last one please tell me cuz my clipboards weird and won't copy paste the whole thing so I have to cut it into sections and I post through phone and it's so fucking awkward to work around

Desc: snow angels, hot chocolate, ice skating, and a burning heart to warm themselves for the winter... and even a furball to surprise them♡

Type: love/fluff

"YAYAYAYA WAKE UP MORTY!!" The brunette was passed out on his bed as a drool went down his face."MORTY WAKE UPPPPPP ITS SNOWING!!" yelled the boy who was clinging unto his life as he's outside his window. groaning, he started clawing unto the window with his hands.

"I don't want to bother your parents by going through the front door!!" Trying to claw the window open, he then saw morty stir up. The exact moment he opened his eyes, he saw Y/n covered in snow. The only thing keeping him warm was the ear muffs and the sweater he wore, "what the? Y/n what are you doing??"

He yawned as he got up to open the window. Without thinking, he let Y/n in forgetting he was covered in snow "jesus! It's cold!!!" He shivered when Y/n shook his body spraying the snow towards him as well. As y/n picked up the ear muffs he shook off "Wanna go outside and make a snow man? It's snowing right now"

pointing his thumb behind him to the window morty looked at his clock "it's 6 in the morning.. let's go downstairs even mom won't be awake during this hour. It's holidays, " he rubbed his eyes as Y/n followed behind only problem was it was snowing a bit too hard, they had to wait for a few hours to calm down.

Morty went to the bathroom while Y/n went downstairs to the living room passing by the front door to take off his shoes. Sitting on the couch, he looked out the window it really was snowing hard...did he lock his windows??

He thought to himself before deciding to deal with that later. He heared footsteps behind and it was morty in a ugly Christmas sweater "yeesh goodmorning" Y/n tilted his head backwards to see morty, his view was upside down.

“anyways you ate breakfast?” Y/n sat back up to turn around “nah, got hot coco?” morty went away to the kitchen while Y/n followed by “not nesquick, like actual hot coco” Y/n stood beside him in the counter

“that will take a whole 20 minutes to do Y/n..” “it’s not that bad, We got the time it’s christmas! C’mon get the cups i’ll get the stove ready” Y/n opened the cupboard before morty got the mugs from the drying rack

Y/n placed a pot on the stove along with milk, “can you get the sugar and cocoa powder for me real quick” Y/n opened his palm while morty searched through the kitchen and placed it on his hand

Placing in cocoa and sugar he stirred the pot, “vanilla extract, i think summer placed it in the left cupboard the last time i remember” morty checked but it wasnt there, checking the other cupboard he finally got it

Handing over to Y/n. Placing a few drops of extract he handed it back to morty, stirring it morty handed over the mugs opening the fridge to search for the whipped cream “oh my god wait, we need chocolate chips morty do you still have some??”

“oh shit, no sorry dad used it all last night for his ginger bread house” morty rolled his eyes before walking towards him with whipped cream “dang it, it’s fine we still got the creamy version of it

Pouring the hot coca unto the mugs morty helped Y/n with placing whipped cream on it “there’s still some more, let’s just keep it here. They can heat it later if they want some” morty told before bringing the mug to his lips

Sipping unto the hot coca, he cringed and retracted “hot!” Y/n laughed “dumbass i JUST made it” morty and Y/n stood leaning unto the kitchen counter, morty looked at Y/n blowing unto his mug. Y/n looked at morty looking at him before he akwardly laughed “what? Got something on my face?” morty shook hid head no before sipping his hot coca

“well seems like you’re the one that does now” Y/n laughed before his hand reached to morty’s lips, wiping away the whip cream on the corner of his mouth “o-oh, thanks” he felt something

But he couldn’t exactly pin point what he did feel at that moment, “c’mon let’s get back to the living room i think there’s a new episode of south park out” “jesus, how many season’s do they have already?” “dunno, it’s fun watching though”

As the morning passes by, Beth and Summer woke up to see morty and Y/n under a blanket watching the tv.

“seriously? I still don’t understand how you’re a dog person morty” watching dogs surround Tom holland in his puppy interview “dogs are cool! They’re just really fun to be around”

“you wanna get a dog?” morty looked at Y/n crossing his hands with a happy grin “yeah?! Who doesn’t” “what are you gonna name it when you actually do get one?” morty rested his head on Y/n shoulder thinking to himself

“dunno...probably snuffles” Y/n snickered trying his best to cover it “Hey! I can feel you laughing!” morty called Y/n out “of course! But why snuffles? Not like i can stop you from naming your dog” Y/n wheezed at the thought

“they’ll have good fur! And we can cuddle too!”

“what if they don’t wanna?”

“...”

“what if they have short hair?”

“... I’ll still love him”

“what if it’s a girl?”

“Y/n!”

“PFFT- okay okay i’ll stop”

Hearing a pair of key’s chime both boys looked behind him “excuse me boys, can you both please wake up jerry upstairs. We’re going to be late for the towns christmas show, if you both want to go to the skating ring early then you better wake him up. And morty go get ready last time you forgot your scarf and gotten sick”

Both Y/n and morty complied before Y/n simply followed morty, “wanna go to some stores after ice skating?” Y/n brought up “im broke, used my last pocket money to get gta 5” “aw boo, okay then”

///

The towns center was crowded with people, Y/n and the smiths watched the stage as acrobats sang and danced together. Morty once more looked over to Y/n’s face seeing his eyes light up im amazment

Even though the snow is pouring in, and he’s barely keeping himself warm he couldn’t help but feel warm inside. Y/n looked back at morty snapping him back to reality as Y/n shook morty “MORTY LOOK AT THEM!! IT’S SO COOL!!” Y/n excitedly cheered

Instinctively holding unto morty’s hand to not get lost in the crowd, time passed by as now the show finally ended. Both Y/n and the smith family were now in a more cleared up crowd as they dispersed to the different food stalls and venders selling ugly christmas sweaters

“ok you both boys be safe alright?? If you need anything me and jerry are gonna be near the food stalls ok?” both nodded before Y/n dragged morty to the ice ring, morty slipped on the snow but Y/n still pulled him up with joyful laughter as the two boys laughed it out

Standing in front of a guy giving out skates “10 bucks each” Y/n gladly paid for morty before they went over to check which skates would fit them “you still don’t know how to skate Y/n you sure you can do this?”

“you doubting me pokemon collecter?” “you collect pokemon card too!?” Y/n laughed before standing both held hands before entering the ice ring, once they did Y/n instead gripped unto the railings

“okay! Okay! This could be the biggest regret ever!” Y/n held the ring like a scared kitty morty simply stood there perfectly fine “just try walking towards me, v shape remember?” Y/n looked at morty reaching his hand out while the other rest on his hips

Breathing out Y/n made small steps to him, a small smile appeared on his face after morty finally gotten to hold unto him “wow, im suprised you didn’t slip yet” “shut up” Y/n grinned looking down unto the ice

“now follow me, and don’t drag me down when you do fall” morty warned Y/n lightly “pfft, i definitely will” morty rolled his eyes before letting go of Y/n leaving him in the middle of the skating ring

“m-morty!! Asshole don’t leave me here!!” “well, just do the same thing you did before. Just without me holding you” Y/n wanted to panic but he’ll fall on his ass if he did “no! I WILL fall if i try going towards you”

Morty slowly backed up “quickly before the gap starts increasing” Y/n’s eyes twitched before his skate dug unto the ice skidding towards him, morty was actually shocked that Y/n managed to get himself to move faster than what he’s personally comfortable with

“w-wait i don’t know how to stop!?” Y/n yelled, morty moved a bit to the left before grabbing y/n. But he underestimated how fast the momentum went and got dragged along with Y/n

His eyes widened before he dug his skate to the ice preventing them both to fall,

the warm breaths of both boys breezed to their faces, as their faces were so close to one another. Both of their face’s turned bright red, either from the cold or their proximity, Y/n felt warm

His chest filled him with a warm shiver. Before he went to quickly kiss morty, before morty could reciprocate Y/n managed to stand up by himself “a-anyways, wanna go skate else where?”

Y/n grinned while morty looked at his eyes “y-yeah”

///

“that was fun” morty looked at y/n “you fell 16 times that whole 30 minutes we were in there” “still fun” looking around morty looked at a wishing station, “Y/n, you wanna go wish?”

Looking at Y/n “oh, sure-sure yeah!” he smiled “wait go ahead i’ll just tie my shoes” Y/n raised his eyebrows before slowly walking away “yeah but you need to hurry up m-”

SMACK!

A snow ball was thrown at the back of his head, turning around he saw morty holding a few more snow balls “betrayal!! C’mere you little shit!” he smirked before cupping snow on his hands throwing it at morty

Chasing after him both boys laughed “can’t catch me shorty!” “morty im literally taller than you!?” morty tried throwing a snow ball at him but Y/n dodged “nuh uh” Y/n looked at morty getting the reference

“the fuck you mean nuh uh!?” he quotted back, before throwing a snow ball at his back, morty threw his last snow ball but missed and hit another persons back. Both boy’s eyes widened before Y/n rushed to the closest stall to pretend to check out it’s contents while morty turned around seeming a bit lost looking around

The man looked around in shock and anger, but morty looked at Y/n and walked towards him “best fucking save ever” “best counter attack ever” morty looked at Y/n confused but his face was stuffed with snow

“BLEGH! It came in my mouth!” “mia khalifa’s sex tape” Y/n laughed proud of the reference he made, he helped clean his hair from the snow. And shockingly enough they were already at the wishing stall

Both boys were greeted by the stall worker “and how about you two? Care to give a wish stick a try?” Y/n smiled before pulling out 2 dollars “oh no need for cash, it’s free for couples” She smiled

Both boys looked at her with a blush, but played in for free wishes. The lady shook the box before presenting it to the boys “first think about your wish, then pick out one popsicle stick”

Both of the boys glances at each other before picking out a stick

[your embodied love, they aren’t far from your reach. Maybe they’re in plain sight]

Y/n hummed to himself with a smile

[everything you love, will be there for you. It will never find itself away from you]

Morty’s eyes clicked realizing something before looking at Y/n

“now, kiss the popsicle and burn the tip. It’s a sign of promise that whatever your wish was will come true”

Both boys kissed the popsicle and burnt the tip on the red candle.

“now keep that popsicle and never show anyone, you can only reveal it once it’s been granted to you” she smiled before the two boys thanked her and walked away

“i already got mine granted” “same here” “so what’s yours?” morty looked away before showing his popsicle stick Y/n “aww that’s so sweet! Mine’s cute” Y/n showed him his popsicle

Morty smiled at it “yeah, c’mon let’s go eat”

///

“morty try these crepes!! They’re really good!” Y/n offered some of his crepes to morty, morty took a bite off it before humming “it’s actually pretty good, want to try this shawarma?”

Y/n nodded before morty offered some as Y/n bit into it, “oh, it’s spicy” Y/n’s taste buds shifted from sweet to spicy “yeah, i just wanted to try some since they’re about to be out” both boys walked by each other before

Morty’s ears perked up and heared something, stopping and looking around Y/n stopped with him, confused. “you ‘aight?” “wait..” morty handed over his shawarma before shoveling his hands throught he snow

Y/n peeked to see morty holding a small dog “w-what!? Holy shit morty!? Is it still breathing, we need to get it near warm fire or something!??” Y/n panicked before morty took off his orange scarf and covered the dog for warmth

“c’mon let’s go to my parents there might be a warm fire around” Y/n followed morty before taking a sneaky small bite into his shawarma

“morty! Dear god where did you get a dog??!” jerry looked at morty in shock, they were sitting at a table Y/n placed their food down “let’s go to that stall they have barbecue maybe we can stand near it for heat!” Y/n pointed out before morty and Y/n quickly rushed over

Standing near the barbecue Y/n apologized for having the dog near the food but the one who ran the stall understood and allowed them to use the heat, even once the food cooked they placed it else where just so that morty can help the dog get warm

“who would leave a dog out here like that??” morty checked that it’s fur was quite dirty, probably a stray. morty slowly patted the dog to try pumping it’s blood flow, Y/n scratched the dogs ear

“poor little guy...” “he probably was abandoned, the snow unfortunately came around these times so he had to survive on his own” morty frowned Beth and jerry came over “okay boy’s let’s go home, Summer’s heading over to her friends house for a sleepover. And then maybe we’d find a way to take care of the poor dog. Where did you guys even find it?”

Beth passed their food to Y/n “we were walking after getting food and morty probably heared a whine under the snow” Y/n looked at morty holding the dog “yeah were going back home, now that morty can’t use his scarf he’s definetly going to catch a cold and the dog needs warmth and probably food”

“so you’re gonna keep the dog?” “of course i will!” “it’s funny, didn’t we talk about dogs this morning? It’s like some christmas miracle you just got him” Y/n held beth’s hair blower and had it to low heat

The dog was conscious but very weak, morty still kept it laying on his scarf a small plastic bowl with left over food from yesterday “what are you gonna name him? It’s a boy right?” morty nodded

“hmm, snuffles.” “you’ve got to be kidding me” “what? It’s the best i can come up with! And he also has nice fur!” morty patted the dogs belly “you could’ve gone with snow balls, his fur is white as snow. And either way he even looks like a snow ball when he curls up to sleep!”

Y/n explained before morty gave in “ok fine, snowballs...” the dog looked around before sniffing the bowl. Y/n brought it closer to it before it started eating slowly. Y/n sighed and leaned near morty since the heater was closer to him

Morty looked at Y/n with a smile before cupping his face to kiss him

“merry christmas Y/n”

A smirked laid upon Y/n face looking at morty

“merry christmas morty”

Note: ... I still wonder how i still written them as friends during this. It’s called a psuedo relationship, situationship is more sexual and negative i think? which is not what im looking for. So a psuedo fit’s more better since it’s more on acting like a commited relationship even though both never really talked about it. And i thought about homoerottic relationship but google lables it to be more of a sexual desire thing too which i don’t think is what im trying to find so idk how to lable these two.

BUT ANYWAYS they’re friends with benefits i think? Google went and said “people who fear to really confess to each other” but i don’t think that’s the case between those two, they’re more like. Like. Losers that doesn’t know what to when it comes to love so they just literally “go with the flow”

ANYWAYS AGAIN, MERRY CHRISTMAS TO EVERYONE.

I will post the actual full fanfic instead of making one shots like these about them without much context and ig ‘canon’ plot explained so probably around january i’ll be posting it

[bumblebeeappletree]

Jerry rescues plants from a redevelopment site and shares tips on how to relocate them.

What to Avoid:

Established gardens often have environmental weed species that were planted unknowingly. In Brisbane these include cocos palm, tradescantia zebrina, coral vine, morning glory and the creeping inch plant which are very hard to eradicate and are weeds you'd rather leave behind. Transporting weeds to a new location can also worsen their environmental impact, so check your local authority’s website to identify each plant’s weed status before taking it with you. Invasive pests, like fire ants, or pathogens and diseases can also be spread with the movement of garden materials. Check the roots to make sure they look clean, and if you live in a containment area contact your local bio–security agency for advice.

Sadly, some plants are simply not worth the effort. Australian native, Lomandra hystrix, while useful is easy to find and very cheap to buy. And a bird of paradise might be tempting but they’re notorious for having incredibly strong deep roots and dense tough growth. You’d need a bobcat to shift it, so save your back and look elsewhere.

Save Seeds:

Seeds are a perfect way for plants to move; they’re already a whole plant packed and ready to travel. Jerry finds a bottlebrush and the Queensland classic, bushmans poison. As the name indicates, all parts of this plant are toxic to ingest, but it's a favourite in gardens for its pretty, sweet-smelling spring flowers which bees adore. This survivor is growing on shale soil and can weather harsh conditions. They’re readily propagated from seed when ripe, just make sure to wear gloves to protect yourself.

Lift Bulbs:

Another group of plants that travel well are bulbs. Hippeastrum can be expensive to buy and slow to establish which makes them valuable to save. To transport, dig them up and let the soil fall away, then trim back the leaves and roots to conserve moisture, and it’s ready to go. The important part to conserve is the bulb itself because that is the energy storage, carrying flowers for next year.

Take Cuttings:

Dracaenas aren’t exactly uncommon; however, they offer instant size through maturity. To propagate a super-sized cutting, use a sharp saw to cut the trunks cleanly at the base. You can tie this against a fence with its base touching soil, and over summer it will take root and can be replanted where you want it. Alternatively, each branch tip will root in the same way offering you a whole garden bed worth of plants. Succulents and cacti can also easily be propagated by cuttings, such as the spineless, night-flowering orchid cactus, Epiphyllum hookeri.

An iconic Queensland combination is a clump of elkhorn ferns growing on the side of a frangipani. In winter, the frangipani loses its leaves, and the winter sunshine benefits the fern. In summer when the leaves return, they shade the fern from the hot summer sun. In return, the elkhorn fern gathers leaves, storing nutrients and moisture to drip feed the frangipani. It's a blissful marriage. To transplant an elkhorn, use a sharp pruning saw to remove individual plants and then pot them up with ordinary potting mix or mount them onto a new tree. Frangipani is best propagated in winter to help the long stems seal over seal before planting. In the summer, there's a risk they may rot before establishing.

Re-potting:

The cast iron plant, Aspidistra, are tough as nails and are often found growing happily in the shadiest of spots. They’re permanently lush and green and can be dug up whole or broken into smaller clumps before re-potting. Ferns such as the native kangaroo fern, exotic rabbit foot fern and Boston fern can be repurposed in the same way but need some extra care. To transplant a fern, line an old hanging basket with a plastic bag with holes in it to conserve moisture during transit. You can disguise the bag with coconut fibre, then plant the fern in with potting mix. Keep it damp and in the shade so that it doesn’t drop any fronds, and eventually it will grow into a living sphere of foliage.

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The Umbrella Academy Story of The Mothers (2/8) umbrella edition: Elena

(TW: childbirth, vomiting, convulsing, and there’s also a mention of the Virgin Mary which is meant to be played rather comedically)

October 1, 1989. Tijuana, Mexico. 22 seconds before noon.

Elena Guzman, a young Mexican woman in her early twenties, worked at a restaurant called "Coco's Kitchen" in Tijuana. It was a small, family-owned business that specialized in authentic Mexican cuisine. On this particular day, Elena arrived in a good mood, whistling a merry tune as she made her way to the back of the restaurant. She was about to begin her shift when she heard her friend Beatriz whisper something to their boss, Mr. Ruiz.

"What did you say?" Elena asked, concerned.

"Oh, nothing important," Beatriz replied, looking away. "It's just...well, you know Mr. Ruiz. He gets these ideas in his head sometimes."

Elena raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "Like what?"

Mr. Ruiz, a portly man in his late fifties with a bushy mustache, cleared his throat and beckoned her over. "Elena, I need you to do me a favor," he said, his voice low. "There's an order for chicken pozole that came in. I need it to be extra special. Can you make sure it's done right?"

Elena frowned. "Of course, Mr. Ruiz. But what do you mean by 'extra special'?"

Mr. Ruiz lowered his voice even further, glancing around to make sure no one else was nearby. "I've got a...special customer coming in to pick it up. Just make sure it's extra spicy, with a few extra surprises." He winked at her, his expression a mix of mischief and nervousness.

Elena felt a chill run down her spine. "Extra spicy?" she repeated cautiously. "You mean, like, extra hot chili peppers?"

Mr. Ruiz smiled. "Oh, no, my dear. I mean extra hot. The kind of spicy that'll make them forget about everything else in their lives."

Elena felt a shiver run down her spine. She knew exactly what Mr. Ruiz was implying. The restaurant had a reputation for being a front for the local drug cartel. Orders like these were usually placed by their most important customers: people who were willing to pay top dollar for a taste of the exotic and dangerous.

"And Beatriz, the kid at table six is throwing a birthday party for his little sister. Make sure her meal is extra special, too."

Beatriz nodded, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Of course, boss." She turned to head back to the kitchen, but not before glancing over at Elena. Their eyes met for a brief moment, and in that exchange, they silently acknowledged the weight of the task that lay ahead of them.

Elena made her way into the kitchen area as the lunch rush began. The air was filled with the sizzling sounds of meat frying and the aroma of spices and herbs. She quickly got to work on the special order for chicken pozole, making sure to use only the freshest ingredients and extra hot chili peppers as per Mr. Ruiz's instructions. As she worked, she couldn't help but feel a sense of dread and unease. She knew that whatever was in that dish was going to have a profound effect on whoever was going to eat it.

"How’s the tres leches cake coming along, Prima?" Elena asked Beatriz, who was carefully whisking together a mixture of egg yolks, sugar, and milk for the birthday girl.

"Almost done," Beatriz replied, not looking up from her work. "Just need to bake it for a few more minutes." She glanced over at the pozole pot, which was simmering on the stove, filling the kitchen with its spicy aroma. "You sure you're okay with making that special batch for Mr. Ruiz?"

Elena forced a nod, even though she was far from reassured. "It's just another order, right?" she said, trying to convince herself more than Beatriz. "We've done this before, and we'll do it again."

Beatriz smiled sympathetically, reaching out to squeeze Elena's arm. When suddenly, Elena's knees buckled, and she collapsed to the floor. Her face flushed red with embarrassment as she struggled to get back on her feet. "I'm fine," she managed to choke out, her voice barely audible over the din of the kitchen. "Just...dizzy for a second."

But Beatriz could see that Elena wasn't fine. Her eyes were glassy, and she was sweating profusely. "Hey, you don't look so good," she said, concern etched into her features. "Maybe you should sit down for a bit."

As Elena made her way over to a nearby stool, her insides churned uncontrollably. She bent over, retching violently, and then doubled over in pain as her abdomen clenched. "Oh God," she gasped, tears streaming down her face. "I don't feel good at all."

As the clock struck noon, Elena felt another wave of nausea wash over her. She barely managed to make it to the kitchen sink before she began retching violently again. The pain in her lower abdomen was intense, making her cry out in agony between heaves. Her body was wracked with convulsions as she vomited bile into the sink, the smell of chicken pozole filling the air.

"Elena, what's wrong?" Beatriz asked, rushing over to her side. She gently placed a cool, wet cloth on her forehead, but Elena barely registered the gesture. "You're burning up," Beatriz continued, her brow furrowed with concern. "I'm calling the doctor."

As Beatriz dialed the number, Elena fought to catch her breath, her vision swimming. She leaned over, clutching her abdomen as another wave of pain washed over her. "It hurts," she whimpered, tears streaming down her face. "I don't know what's wrong."

"Do you want me to get you a hot compress?" Beatriz asked gently, her voice soft and soothing. She didn't want to alarm Elena any further, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency building inside her. The sickness in Elena's eyes was unlike anything she had seen before, and the way she was doubled over in pain was truly heartbreaking.

Valentina, another coworker, hurried into the kitchen, her face pale with worry. "What's going on?" she asked, her voice shaking. "Is there something I can do to help?"

Beatriz looked up from where she was supporting Elena, who was now lying on the floor, her eyes closed and her breath coming in ragged gasps. "I called the doctor," she replied. "They're on their way."

Valentina nodded, her gaze darting around the room. "Should we get her comfortable?" she asked, her voice shaking. "Do you want me to help with anything?"

Elena groaned, her face contorted in pain. "I just want it to stop hurting," she whimpered, her eyes squeezed shut. "I don't know what's wrong with me."

Beatriz glanced at the clock, her heart racing. The doctor was on their way, but it felt like an eternity since they'd called. She wished there was something she could do to make Elena feel better. "Hey, Elena," she said gently, "why don't you focus on your breathing? Sometimes that can help."

Elena took a shaky breath and let it out slowly. "Okay," she whispered, her eyes still closed. "I'll try." As Beatriz and Valentina exchanged worried glances, the seconds ticked by agonizingly slowly. The sounds of the kitchen faded away, replaced by the loud ticking of a clock on the wall. Then, all of a sudden, a sharp pain ripped through Elena's abdomen, causing her to cry out in anguish. "It's coming again," she gasped, her face contorted in pain. "It's so strong."

Valentina, her eyes wide with understanding, rushed to Elena's side. "Elena, it's okay. You're going into labor. You're going to have your baby." She put a reassuring hand on Elena's shoulder, but the look in her eyes betrayed her own fear. She'd never been in a situation like this before, with someone who wasn't her own child.

"But I’m a virgin," Elena whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "How can this be happening?" Tears streamed down her face as she struggled to make sense of the situation. She had always imagined giving birth as something so beautiful, so natural. But now, as the pain consumed her, she felt anything but beautiful. She felt broken, terrified, and utterly alone.

Beatriz's eyes widened with excitement, her heart racing as the idea took hold. "Oh, Elena," she breathed, "you must be the Virgin Mary, sent to us to deliver the new messiah!" Her voice was filled with awe and reverence, her gaze fixed on Elena with a mixture of fear and adoration.

"Beatriz!" Valentina exclaimed, trying to pull her away from Elena. "You don't know what you're saying! You're scaring her even more!" But Beatriz could not be deterred. She remained kneeling at Elena's side, her eyes filled with a fervent belief.

"No, Valentina," she said, her voice steady. "I'm certain of it. Elena is the Virgin Mary, chosen by God to bring forth His divine child. We must help her, protect her, and nurture this miracle within her. We must prepare for the birth of the messiah!"

Valentina let out an annoyed huff and turned away from Beatriz, focusing her attention back on Elena. "Okay, Elena," she said gently, taking a deep breath to steady herself. "I'm going to help you get into a more comfortable position. Just relax as much as you can. It's going to be okay." She carefully moved Elena onto her side, propping up her knees and wrapping a pillow around her belly, that began to rapidly expand. "That should help a bit with the pain."

As Elena struggled to breathe through the agony, Beatriz knelt beside her, her eyes still filled with awe. "Elena, look at me," she commanded softly. "You are the Virgin Mary, chosen by God to give birth to His son. You are strong, you are brave, and you can do this. Focus on your breathing, and think of the joy that will come with the birth of this child, who will change the world forever."

"Shut up, Beatriz," Elena gritted through her teeth, her body tensing with another contraction. "I'm not the Virgin Mary. I'm just a scared girl having a baby." Her voice broke, and she closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of her tears on her cheeks. She was terrified, alone, and in so much pain.

Beatriz's face flushed with anger, but Valentina put a hand on her arm, shaking her head. "Beatriz, please. Elena doesn't want to hear that right now. Just focus on helping her." She turned back to Elena, her expression softening. "I know it hurts, Elena, but you're doing amazingly. You're so strong. Just breathe, okay? You can do this."

Elena closed her eyes, trying to block out Beatriz's words and focus on Valentina's reassurance. The pain was relentless, like a vice grip squeezing tighter and tighter around her insides. She arched her back, gritting her teeth as another contraction overtook her. "I can't... I can't do this..." she whimpered.

"You can, Elena," Valentina said, her voice firm and steady. "You're almost there. Just focus on your breathing. In through your nose, out through your mouth." She helped Elena find a rhythm, inhaling and exhaling in unison.

Beatriz, still on her knees beside them, clasped her hands together and began to pray, her voice low and fervent. "Dear Lord, please grant our Elena the strength she needs to bring Your child into this world. Guide her through this pain, and help her find the courage to face whatever challenges lie ahead."

Valentina could feel Elena's body tense as another contraction gripped her, and she quickly moved to help the young woman through it. "That's it, Elena, breathe with me," she murmured, her voice steady and reassuring. "You're doing amazingly."

Behind her, Beatriz continued to pray, her voice a low, rhythmic chant that seemed to echo throughout the cave. "Dear Lord, grant our Elena the strength she needs," she prayed. "Help her to be the vessel You have chosen to bring Your son into this world."

"SHUT UP!!!!!!" Elena screamed, her voice echoing through the cave as another contraction gripped her. Her body arched off the ground, and she twisted wildly, tears streaming down her face. "I can't... I can't do this... It hurts so much..." She gasped for air between words, each contraction seeming to make the next one worse.

Beatriz flinched at her friend's anguished cry, looking shocked and guilty. Valentina, however, remained calm and supportive, her gaze fixed on Elena's face as she fought through another contraction. "You can do it, Elena," she whispered, her voice steady and reassuring. "You're almost there."

The pain seemed to radiate outward from Elena's core, her body trembling with the force of it. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and her fists were clenched so tightly that her knuckles had gone white. But as another contraction eased, Valentina helped her to lie back down, their eyes meeting in a moment of understanding.

A gurgling squawk filled the air, followed by a wet, slippery sensation as Elena felt something slide out of her. She looked down, her vision blurry with tears, and saw a tiny, wriggling form emerging from between her legs. Valentina was there, her hands gently guiding the baby out as she let out a cry. "It's a boy!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with wonder.

Elena's heart swelled with love and awe as she looked at her son for the first time. His tiny, scrunched-up face was covered in a sheen of amniotic fluid, and he let out another weak cry. She reached out a shaking hand to touch his tiny foot, feeling the soft, downy hair there. Tears streamed down her face as she looked up at Valentina and Beatriz, their own eyes glistening with tears.

"He's perfect," Elena breathed, her voice cracking as she cradled her newborn son in her arms. His tiny body was warm and fragile, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of protectiveness wash over her. She looked up at Valentina and Beatriz, their faces lit up with joy and relief, and felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude wash over her.

"Elena the doctor is here, she'll be with you in just a moment," Valentina assured her, her eyes never leaving the newborn. As the doctor arrived, they moved aside to allow her to examine Elena and the baby. The doctor smiled warmly at them and began to check Elena's vital signs, all the while cooing over the tiny, wriggling form in her arms.

The baby's skin was impossibly soft and delicate, like the finest silk. His little fingers curled into tiny fists as he wriggled closer to Elena, seeking warmth and comfort. As she held him for the first time, she felt an overwhelming sense of love and protectiveness wash over her. She was so grateful to Valentina and Beatriz for being there, for helping her through this incredible journey.

Mr. Ruiz, who has been unaware of the entire situation, finally entered the kitchen when the pozole Elena was supposed to serve was late. He saw Valentina, who was sweating profusely, and Beatriz, who was helping Elena breathe through another contraction. He immediately noticed the blood-stained towels on the floor and the tension in the air. "What's going on here?" he demanded, his voice tense.

"Elena had a baby, Mr. Ruiz," Valentina said, her voice shaking slightly. "She gave birth to a beautiful, healthy boy right here in this kitchen." Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at the new mother and child. "It was an emergency, but we did it together."

Mr. Ruiz looked stunned for a moment, his expression shifting from anger to disbelief to shock. He took a few steps forward, his gaze darting between Elena, Valentina, and Beatriz. "But...how? When? I...I don't understand." His voice trailed off, and he seemed unable to process the information in front of him.

"Apparently, 42 other women in the world also have birth on this very day at noon," Valentina replied softly, her gaze never leaving the new mother and her son. "There was actually a girl in Moscow who gave birth during a synchronized swimming class, and the coach didn't even notice!" She smiled warmly at Elena, her eyes shining with tears of joy. "But this baby, he's the most important one, and we're all so grateful that you're safe and sound, Elena. You did it, mamacita."

Elena began stuttering as she tried to form words, her eyes never leaving the miraculous bundle in her arms. "I...I don't know...It just happened...so fast..." She looked up at Valentina and Beatriz, her face flushed with disbelief and joy.

(Like mother like son)

Mr. Ruiz finally found his voice, "Of course, Elena, of course. You take all the time you need. You just focus on your little one." He nodded, his expression still a mixture of shock and awe. "We'll make sure everything is taken care of here. Valentina, you and Beatriz can head back to the dining room and explain to the customer that there's been a bit of an...emergency." His voice trailed off as he looked back at Elena and the baby, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Elena looked up at him, tears streaming down her face. "Thank you, Mr. Ruiz," she managed to say between sobs. "Thank you for understanding."

Valentina and Beatriz exchanged glances, their faces still pale from shock. They nodded in unison and made their way back to the dining room, carefully avoiding the wet spots on the floor as they went. As they explained to the customer what had happened, they could hear the man's voice grow softer, his words muffled by emotion.

"Elena, he wants to see you and the baby," Mr. Ruiz said, his voice a mixture of surprise and excitement. "He insists that he must see the miracle that happened right here in our restaurant. He says it's the most beautiful thing he's ever witnessed."

Valentina nodded, wiping away her own tears as she walked back to the kitchen. "He's in the dining room, waiting for you. He wants to meet your little boy and offer his congratulations." She smiled warmly at Elena, trying to reassure her that everything was going to be alright.

Elena hesitated for a moment, her gaze flickering between the door and the baby in her arms. Part of her wanted to protect her little boy from the stranger who had been sitting in the dining room, but another part of her was drawn to the genuine emotion in the man's voice. She looked up at Mr. Ruiz, seeking his guidance. The owner nodded encouragingly, his eyes filled with understanding.

She took a deep breath, then carefully wrapped the baby in a blanket before handing him to Valentina. With shaking hands, she straightened her apron and followed Valentina and Beatriz out of the kitchen. As they walked through the dining room, she could see the old man waiting for them at a table by the window. He was sitting up straight, his back propped against the chair, his eyes fixed on her.

"Señorita Guzman, I must tell you, what I saw in there..." The old man paused, his voice cracking with emotion as he gestured toward the kitchen. "That little boy...he's a miracle. A true gift from God. I don't know what it is, but I just...I felt compelled to meet him. To see him with my own eyes. And now, I want to...I want to make sure he has everything he needs."

Valentina scoffed as she remembered the old fart from her past. "Hello Reginald. It's been a while." She smiled sweetly, not bothering to hide the sarcasm in her tone. "How did you even find us here?"

Reginald looked up, his pale blue eyes widening in surprise. "Why, Señora Ramirez! It's good to see you too. I was just passing by and thought I'd stop in for some of your delicious enchiladas. When I saw the little miracle in the kitchen, well, I just had to come over and meet him. As for buying him, that's not what I meant. I meant, I'd like to help in any way I can. You see, Elena, I've lived a long life, and I've seen a lot of things. But never have I seen anything as beautiful as your little boy. He deserves the best life possible, and if I can help make that happen, well, I want to do whatever I can."

Elena hesitated, her heart racing. Part of her wanted to trust this strange old man, but another part of her was terrified. She glanced at Valentina and Beatriz, who both seemed to be listening intently to what was being said. Valentina gave her a reassuring nod, but it did little to calm her nerves.

"Well, Reginald," she began, her voice shaking slightly. "I... I appreciate your kind offer. It's very generous of you. But... but I don't know if that's such a good idea. I mean, I've only had him for a few hours, and already I feel like the luckiest woman in the world. I want to be the one to give him everything you mentioned... love, adventure, opportunity, siblings, a world-class education... I want to be the one to see him grow up and become the man he's meant to be."

(DONT FALL FOR IT ELENA, THE ONLY THING THIS MAN WILL GIVE YOUR SON IS A LIFE OF TRAUMA, A FEAR OF NEEDLES, AND A STUTTER THAT ONLY THE ROBOT IN HIS LIFE WILL UNDERSTAND)

Reginald's words hung in the air, their meaning heavy and complex. Elena felt herself torn between her instinctive protectiveness and the overwhelming generosity of the offer. She knew she should be grateful, but something deep inside her recoiled at the thought of giving up her child. The idea of trusting this stranger with her baby's life was almost unbearable.

"Please rest assured, Elena," Reginald continued, his voice gentle and reassuring. "I'm not asking you to give up your son. I simply want to help you raise him in the best way possible. I understand that you are his mother, and no one could ever replace you. But think of it this way: I am a very wealthy man. I have connections in the world that you and I both know your family could never hope to achieve. I have the means to provide your son with everything he could ever need, from a world-class education to a life filled with adventure and opportunity. I can give him a safe, loving home with a caring family who will shower him with love and attention. And perhaps most importantly, I can give him the one thing that every child deserves: a chance at happiness."

"But... why?" Elena asked, her voice trembling. "Why would you want to do all this for him?"

Reginald's gaze remained fixed on her, his expression solemn. "Because I have lived a long and lonely life, Elena," he replied, "and in that time, I have come to realize that the greatest gift we can give another person is the chance to live a full and happy life. Your son... he is a beautiful, precious soul, and I want nothing more than to see him grow up and experience all the love and joy that this world has to offer. I want him to have a life filled with wonder and adventure, to know the security of a loving family, and to reach for the stars without ever doubting his ability to grasp them."

His words hung in the air, each one heavy with meaning and sincerity. For a moment, Elena was tempted to believe him. Perhaps if she trusted him, gave him her baby, it would be the best thing for her son. Perhaps it would give her family the chance at a better life that they so desperately needed. But still, a small voice inside her cried out, warning her not to trust this stranger, not to risk her child's happiness on the whims of someone she had only just met.

"When he’s old enough…tell him I wanted to give him everything," Elena whispered, her voice shaking with emotion. "Tell him I just didn't know how."

Reginald nodded, his expression somber but understanding. "And I want you to know, Elena, that I will never take that responsibility lightly. Your son will always know that you are his mother, and that you made the selfless decision to give him a chance at a better life. I will make sure he understands the depth of your love and sacrifice."

He reached across the desk and took her hand in his, his grip firm but gentle. "I promise you, Elena, I will give him a home filled with love and laughter. I will give him every opportunity to pursue his dreams, and I will protect him from any harm that may come his way. But," he added, his voice growing serious, "if you ever try to contact him or find him in any way, I will have no choice but to protect him from you. Do you understand?"

She nodded, her throat tight. "Yes, I understand."

Reginald released her hand and rose from his chair, coming around to stand before her. He reached out and gently cupped her face in his hands, his expression filled with warmth and compassion. "I promise you, Elena, that I will give your son the best life possible. And when the time is right, I will make sure he knows who you are, and how much you love him. You have made the bravest decision a mother could ever make, and I will never forget that."

His thumbs traced her cheekbones as he studied her face, searching her eyes for any lingering doubt or fear. Seeing none, he smiled reassuringly before withdrawing his hands and taking a step back. "Now," he said, "why don't we get started on the paperwork?"

Elena felt a surge of relief wash over her as she rose from her chair, following him to the desk. The weight of her decision, the uncertainty of her future, all of it seemed to fade away as she focused on the mundane task at hand. She watched as Reginald carefully filled out the adoption papers, making sure every i was dotted and every t was crossed. As he signed his name at the bottom, she felt a pang of sadness, knowing that this was the last time she would ever see his name connected to her son's.

As Reginald left taking her baby, as well as another baby, she couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. She knew in her heart that she was making the right decision, but it didn't make it any easier. The weight of her decision felt like a lead anchor, dragging her down into the depths of despair.

"Goodbye, little one," Elena whispered, pressing her cheek one last time against her son's soft, warm skin. She could feel the rise and fall of his tiny chest as he breathed, the gentle beat of his heart against her own. It was agonizing to let him go, but she knew it was the only way.

"Goodbye, my Diego," Elena whispered, as she placed the tiny bundle into Reginald's arms. The weight of her decision felt like an anvil, pressing down on her chest. Tears streamed down her face, leaving trails of wetness on her cheeks. She watched as Reginald carefully placed the car seat into the back of his SUV, securing it in place.

(What a coincidence, the name she gave her son was also the name his adoptive mother had given him. What a strange twist of fate.)

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FASHION FLUENCE

Fashion, an ever-evolving entity, finds its roots in inspiration. From the subtle hues of nature to the vibrant strokes of art, inspiration weaves through the fabric of fashion, driving trends and shaping individual style. In this discourse, we delve into the intricacies of fashion inspiration, exploring its historical significance, diverse sources, and the psychological underpinnings that fuel its influence.

Introduction

Fashion inspiration serves as the cornerstone of the sartorial world, dictating trends and igniting creativity. Defined as the catalyst that sparks innovative designs and personal style, it holds profound importance in the realm of fashion.

Historical Perspective

Early Influences on Fashion: Throughout history, various elements such as societal norms, economic factors, and cultural movements have influenced fashion evolution.

Evolution of Fashion Inspiration: From ancient civilizations to modern-day society, fashion inspiration has undergone a metamorphosis, reflecting changing ideologies and aesthetics.

Sources of Fashion Inspiration

Nature: The mesmerizing beauty of natural landscapes often serves as a muse for designers, inspiring organic textures, patterns, and color palettes.

Art and Culture: The rich tapestry of artistic expression and cultural heritage provides an abundant wellspring of inspiration for fashion designers, fostering innovation and diversity.

Travel: Exploring diverse cultures and landscapes during travels unveils a plethora of inspiration, influencing design motifs, silhouettes, and textile choices.

Technology: In the digital age, technological advancements serve as a catalyst for innovative design techniques and futuristic aesthetics, pushing the boundaries of traditional fashion norms.

Fashion Icons and Influencers

Historical Fashion Icons: Visionaries such as Coco Chanel and Alexander McQueen have left an indelible mark on the fashion landscape, shaping trends and inspiring generations.

Contemporary Fashion Influencers: With the advent of social media, influencers wield significant influence, driving fashion trends and shaping consumer preferences through curated content and personal style.

Social Media's Role: Platforms like Instagram and TikTok have democratized fashion, allowing individuals to discover and share inspiration, fostering a vibrant community of fashion enthusiasts.

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Fashion Trends and Runways

Fashion Weeks: Events like Fashion Weeks serve as a melting pot of creativity, showcasing avant-garde designs and setting the tone for upcoming trends.

Trend Forecasting: Industry experts employ trend forecasting techniques to anticipate future fashion movements, analyzing socio-cultural shifts and consumer behavior.

Sustainable Fashion Trends: In response to environmental concerns, sustainable fashion trends are gaining momentum, promoting eco-friendly practices and ethical consumption.

Personal Style and Expression

Understanding Personal Style: Fashion inspiration empowers individuals to express their unique identity and personality through clothing choices, fostering self-confidence and creativity.

Incorporating Inspiration into Personal Style: Whether drawing inspiration from nature, art, or cultural influences, embracing diverse sources of inspiration allows individuals to curate a distinctive personal style that resonates with their individuality.

Fashion Inspiration in Different Cultures

Global Fashion Diversity: The fusion of diverse cultural influences contributes to the richness and diversity of global fashion, celebrating traditions and promoting cross-cultural exchange.

Cultural Influences on Fashion: From traditional garments to contemporary fashion trends, cultural heritage shapes the aesthetic sensibilities and design philosophies embraced by designers worldwide.

The Psychology of Fashion Inspiration

Emotional Responses to Fashion: Fashion elicits a myriad of emotional responses, ranging from joy and excitement to nostalgia and empowerment, underscoring its profound impact on human psyche.

Cognitive Processes in Style Choices: Cognitive processes such as perception, memory, and decision-making play a pivotal role in shaping individual style preferences and fashion choices.

Fashion Inspiration in Everyday Life

Street Style: Street fashion serves as a reflection of urban culture and individual expression, inspiring designers and influencing mainstream fashion trends.

Celebrity Influence: Celebrities wield significant influence in the fashion sphere, setting trends and amplifying designer creations through red carpet appearances and social media endorsements.

Fashion Blogging and Influencer Culture: Fashion bloggers and influencers play a pivotal role in shaping consumer preferences and driving brand engagement through authentic storytelling and relatable content.

Ethical Considerations in Fashion Inspiration

Cultural Appropriation: The issue of cultural appropriation underscores the importance of respecting cultural heritage and acknowledging the origins of design inspiration.

Sustainable and Ethical Fashion Choices: As awareness of environmental and ethical concerns grows, consumers are increasingly opting for sustainable fashion choices, supporting brands that prioritize ethical practices and transparency.

Overcoming Creative Blocks

Techniques for Finding Inspiration: From mood boards to creative exercises, various techniques can help individuals overcome creative blocks and reignite their passion for fashion.

Embracing Unconventional Ideas: Embracing unconventional ideas and perspectives fosters innovation and pushes the boundaries of traditional fashion norms, paving the way for groundbreaking design concepts.

Future Trends in Fashion Inspiration

Technological Advancements: Advancements in technology, such as virtual reality and artificial intelligence, hold the potential to revolutionize the fashion industry, offering new avenues for creative expression and consumer engagement.

Cultural Shifts: As society undergoes continuous cultural shifts and paradigm changes, fashion inspiration will continue to evolve, reflecting emerging ideologies and societal values.

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There is an affliate link of Digital EBook in this artical which may make some profit for me

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How to Grow Cannabis

Growing cannabis can be an exciting and rewarding experience, but it requires careful planning and attention to detail. In this guide, we will explore the best practices for growing cannabis, including popular keywords to help make this article SEO-friendly.

Choose the Right Strain 

The first step in growing cannabis is choosing the right strain. Popular keywords for strains include sativa, indica, and hybrid. Sativa strains tend to be uplifting and energetic, while indica strains are more relaxing and sedative. Hybrid strains are a combination of both and offer a balance of effects. It's important to research different strains and choose one that suits your needs and growing conditions.

Provide Adequate Lighting

 Lighting is crucial for cannabis growth and development. Popular keywords for lighting include LED, HPS, and CFL. LED lights are energy-efficient and long-lasting, while HPS lights provide intense light and are popular for flowering stages. CFL lights are a cost-effective option for smaller grows. It's important to choose the right type of lighting for your grow space and to provide adequate light intensity for optimal growth.

Maintain Proper Temperature and Humidity 

Cannabis plants thrive in specific temperature and humidity ranges. Popular keywords for temperature control include thermostat, thermometer, and hygrometer. It's important to monitor the temperature and humidity levels regularly and make adjustments as necessary. A thermostat can help control the temperature, while a hygrometer can measure humidity levels. Keeping the environment consistent is crucial for healthy growth.

Use Quality Soil and Nutrients 

Quality soil and nutrients are essential for healthy cannabis growth. Popular keywords for soil include potting mix, compost, and coco coir. It's important to choose soil with the right nutrient balance and pH level. Nutrients like nitrogen, phosphorus, and potassium are necessary for healthy growth. It's important to research and choose the right nutrients for your specific strain and growing conditions.

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Parijat

The Parijat flower is often called Pavazhamalli. This Parjiat tree is said to the heavenly plant as this tree plant is believed to be bought by Lord Krishna to the earth. Majorly this flowering plant has much spiritual & medicinal importance.

Parijat tree

The Parijat tree is a small shrub, a perennial plant that grows up to the height of 3 to 4 feet tall tree.

Parijat flower

 The flowers are very fragrant and look like coral (pavalam) with an attractive long orange stigma. Pinwheel flowers contain 5 to 8 petals together. Flower blooms in clusters. And this plant follows dusk & dawn timings.

Night jasmine

Parijat common name is Night flowering jasmine. The reason behind this night blooming is due to hormone called as florigen (flower-generating hormone) it gets migrated from leaves to flowering shoots during the day time & it collects in flowering shoots, induces flower during night time.

Nyctanthes arbor-tristis

This plant is scientific name called Nyctanthes arbor-tristis and belongs to the family Oleaceae ( jasmine family). This is not true jasmine but it is placed under the jasmine family for the fragrance.

Leaves

Night-blooming jasmine tree leaves are rough & contain D-mannitol, flavanol glycosides & others.

Soil

Well-drained sandy loamy soil with a good compost mixture such as cow manure or vermicompost.

And also grows well in a good organic coco peat potting mix.

SunlightNight-blooming jasmine plant is sun lovers and requires direct sun light for about 6 hours.

Water

Regular watering to plant is necessary as these plants are thirsty. Make the soil constantly moist by saturating it with water.

Fertilizer Application

Organic fertilizer application is a must during flower blooming seasons such as August- January.

Water the plants after fertilizer application.

Transplanting or Repotting

Transfer the plants to a good soil surface 5-6 months after planting. Repot the plants when the root ball grows through the drainage holes.

Pruning

 Trim the old & dried plant parts.

Pest & Disease

In the Winter season, a woody caterpillar, mealy bugs & aphids may be found.

Control

The Neem oil or citrus oil is sprayed to the plants in diluted form only at the required. Avoid fertilizer application in direct sun light.

Benefit

The Parijat flower has mythological & spiritual importance.

In Ayurveda leaves & stem has the most importance. Cures joint pain, malaria, intermittent fever, coughs & cold.

These green leaves have anti-bacterial & anti-inflammatory properties.

Don’ts

The biggest enemy of this plant is over-watering & avoiding water spillage over the flowers which may lead to fungal attacks.

Timely pruning of the plants to avoid pest & disease.

 Growing plants by organic & natural methods is an excellent practice. Promotes healthy food, and a more oxygenated environment improves soil health & makes your environment green, fresh & makes you stress-free.

Green Earth makes Happy Earth!!

Parijat flower plant- Eco-friendly plants.

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[caraivan]

Organizatia Mondiala a Sanatatii (OMS) recomanda ca doza zilnica de grasimi saturate sa fie mai mica de 10% din aportul caloric total, iar unii experti recomanda chiar o limitare mai stricta la aproximativ 7%. Acest lucru inseamna ca, daca aveti o dieta de 2000 de calorii pe zi, ar trebui sa consumati mai putin de 22 de grame de grasimi saturate pe zi.

Grăsimile sunt o parte importantă a dietei umane, deoarece sunt surse de energie, ajută la absorbţia unor vitamine şi minerale esenţiale şi contribuie la sănătatea pielii, a părului şi a ochilor. Există două tipuri principale de grăsimi: grăsimi saturate şi grăsimi nesaturate.

Grăsimile saturate sunt solide la temperatura camerei şi se găsesc în alimente de origine animală, cum ar fi carnea, produsele lactate cu conţinut mare de grăsime (cum ar fi untul şi smântâna) şi în anumite uleiuri vegetale, cum ar fi uleiul de cocos şi uleiul de palmier.

Grăsimile saturate sunt considerate "grăsimi rele" pentru că pot contribui la creşterea nivelurilor de colesterol LDL (colesterolul "rău") şi la creşterea riscului de boli cardiovasculare.

Grăsimile nesaturate sunt lichide la temperatura camerei şi se găsesc în alimente de origine vegetală, cum ar fi uleiurile de măsline, avocado şi nuci, precum şi în anumite tipuri de peşte, cum ar fi somonul şi tonul.

Grăsimile nesaturate sunt considerate "grăsimi bune" pentru că pot ajuta la menţinerea nivelurilor sănătoase de colesterol şi la reducerea riscului de boli cardiovasculare.

Este important să se consume o dietă echilibrată care include atât grăsimi saturate, cât şi nesaturate.

Consumul moderat de grăsimi saturate poate face parte din o dietă sănătoasă, însă este important să se opteze pentru surse mai sănătoase de grăsimi, cum ar fi produsele lactate cu conţinut redus de grăsime şi carne de pui şi curcan fără piele.

De asemenea, este important să se consume mai multe grăsimi nesaturate, cum ar fi uleiuri vegetale şi nuci, pentru a ajuta la menţinerea nivelurilor sănătoase de colesterol.

Există multe alimente care conţin grăsimi nesaturate şi care pot fi incluse într-o dietă sănătoasă. Unele exemple de alimente care conţin grăsimi nesaturate sunt:

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1.Fructe şi legume: Fructele şi legumele conţin, de obicei, cantităţi mici de grăsimi, dar pot furniza grăsimi nesaturate în dietă. De exemplu, fructele oleaginoase, cum ar fi caisele, piersicile şi cireşele, conţin grăsimi nesaturate, precum şi vitamine şi minerale esenţiale.

2.Avocado: Avocado este o sursă bogată de grăsimi nesaturate, precum şi de proteine, fibre şi alte nutrienţi esenţiali. Poate fi adăugat la salate, sosuri, mâncăruri de fasole sau poate fi consumat ca atare.

3.Peşte: Anumite tipuri de peşte, cum ar fi somonul, tonul, macroul şi sardinele, conţin grăsimi nesaturate, în special acizi graşi omega-3, care pot ajuta la menţinerea sănătăţii inimii.

4.Nuci şi seminţe: Nuci, cum ar fi migdalele, nuci de caju şi nuci de macadamia, conţin grăsimi nesaturate, precum şi proteine, fibre şi alte nutrienţi esenţiali. Seminţele, cum ar fi seminţele de chia, de in şi de susan, sunt, de asemenea, o sursă bună de grăsimi nesaturate.

5.Uleiuri vegetale: Uleiul de măsline, uleiul de avocado şi uleiul de nuci sunt surse bogate de grăsimi nesaturate. Acestea pot fi folosite în salate, sosuri, supe şi alte mâncăruri pentru a adăuga savoare şi grăsimi sănătoase.

[kiseiakhun]

Oh those are really healthy roots! I wager your orchid has a pretty good chance at not dying as long as you give it enough air and sunlight (they need more than you think!). Purple roots are normal; it's just part of natural colour variation. I think the colour pigments might be triggered by sunlight but do not quote me on this. The most important thing about roots is to trim away the ones that are actively rotting, and you've already done 👍 congratulations. just keep a close eye on them, if any of them start rotting again that means you didn't trim enough of the rot away. I mention this because most people don't trim enough the first time; your orchid can probably live on 1/6 of its current root mass and still be fine. Plants are very resilient!

As for the jar idea, first of all ask @viridianriver about their orchid torture orb, second, I've never tried growing orchids in jars and I'm a bit wary about growing them in water because water doesn't really have nutrients, and if you want a hydroponic setup you're going to have to figure out how to introduce nutrients into the system eventually and it's a whole thing. They can probably survive and even thrive in a pure water setup in the short term, but in the long term I don't think it'll really work? Their endosymbiotic fungi that they get nutrients through live off of digesting dead wood. Maybe if you put some wood chips on water? But at that point you might as well just put them in a wood bark setup. Anyway. If you do want to try a water setup, I wouldn't worry too much about the roots overcrowding the jar. Orchid roots aren't like normal plant roots, they don't crowd themselves if they can help it. Once it gets too crowded below them they'll start growing aerial roots that point up, and also if it's a mason jar, the jar will be clear so you can just check the roots through the glass. They won't cram themselves in there or anything, once it comes time to repot it'll probably be very easy to remove it.

If you can't get orchid bark right away, spray the roots with some water at least once a day and maybe cover them with damp cardboard, depending on how dry the air is where you live! Orchids can live in open air setups but for beginners it's better to put them in bark because the bark helps them moderate humidity levels. And when you get a pot for it, get a bigger pot than you would for another plant of its size; most of our indoor plants like to have their roots squished but orchids like to sprawl like indolent kings. If you forget to water your plants a lot (hi) you can throw some coco coir in with the bark but do not use spaghum. Actually you can probably use spaghum with how humid orchids like it but if it dries it'll just suffocate the roots again and it's a bitch to rewet. Also throw out the moss that came with your orchid! You can't reuse it on other plants or mix it back in with its new potting medium because the bacteria that caused the roots to rot will still be in there.

I started with succulents like everyone else but tbh orchids are rapidly becoming my plant blorbos. Everyone takes care of them wrong and it's not your FAULT because the care instructions that come with them are!! Incorrect!!! If you do what they say then your orchid will die!!!! If you give them the right environment they're SO easy. They're such easy plants to grow. They have been UNFAIRLY SLANDERED by a MISINFORMATION campaign. They don't deserve this.

[nutricio]

ELS DIFERENTS TIPUS DE GREIXOS

Els greixos formen un grup heterogeni caracteritzat per la seva insolubilitat en l’aigua.

Un consum excessiu de greixos engreixa, per això són motiu d’una gran preocupació a la societat actual, on l’obesitat i les malalties derivades d’aquesta (hipertensió arterial, diabetis, malalties càrdio-vasculars) cada dia són més freqüents.

Però tampoc podem prescindir-ne totalment, ja que els greixos permeten l’absorció de les vitamines liposolubles A, D, E i K, protegeixen els òrgans interns de possibles lesions i són la principal reserva energètica de l’organisme.

Els greixos que ingerim amb la dieta es troben en forma d’àcids grassos i colesterol. Aquest últim l’ingerim amb aliments d’origen animal: llet i derivats, vísceres, marisc, carn, peix i ous. Encara que el colesterol és necessari per a la renovació de les cèl•lules que formen el nostre cos, a més de formar part de molècules que intervenen en processos metabòlics importants, en excés fa augmentar la possibilitat de patir malalties càrdio-vasculars, ja que es pot acumular a les parets dels vasos sanguinis.

El que coneixem com a “colesterol bo” i “colesterol dolent” és la mateixa molècula de colesterol, però associada a diferents proteïnes transportadores. La proteïna HDL porta el colesterol des de la sang fins al fetge, on és emmagatzemat, per això aquest colesterol no ens és perjudicial. En canvi, la proteïna LDL transporta el colesterol des del fetge al torrent sanguini, on li és fàcil dipositar-se a les parets arterials.

Com que la nostra font d’energia a curt termini són els hidrats de carboni, els àcids grassos de la dieta s’emmagatzemen al teixit adipós en forma de triglicèrids per a constituir la reserva energètica de l’organisme. Un gram de greixos conté 9 quilocalories, que només seran utilitzades en cas de que l’aport d’hidrats de carboni no sigui suficient. Segons seves propietats, els àcids grassos poden ser saturats o insaturats.

Els àcids grassos saturats (AGS) no presenten dobles enllaços a les seves molècules i tenen consistència sòlida a temperatura ambient. Són d’origen animal (mantega, llard, greix dels embotits i de la carn, ous, lactis) i alguns de vegetal (coco i palma). El seu consum en excés és perjudicial perquè eleven el colesterol-LDL.

Els greixos insaturats presenten dobles enllaços a les seves molècules i són de consistència líquida. Segons si tenen un o més dobles enllaços, es divideixen en àcids grassos monoinsaturats (AGM) i àcids grassos poliinsaturats (AGP).

Segons la seva estructura, els AGM es divideixen en cis o trans. Dels primers, el més abundant es troba principalment a l’oli d’oliva, i en menor quantitat a altres aliments com els alvocats i els fruits secs. Com que resisteix temperatures elevades sense alterar la seva composició, l’oli d’oliva és el greix més indicat per cuinar i sobretot per fregir. Entre les seves propietats destaca la d’elevar el colesterol-HDL i disminuir l’LDL, per la qual cosa redueix el risc de patir malalties càrdio-vasculars.

Els AGM trans, en canvi, han patit un procés d’hidrogenació industrial que els fa actuar com els àcids grassos saturats, és a dir, augmenten el colesterol-LDL i els triglicèrids, i per tant, el risc de patir malalties càrdio-vasculars. Es troben a les margarines dures, al pa de motlle i als productes de pastisseria industrial.

Els àcids grassos poliinsaturats (AGP) poden ser de la sèrie omega-3 o omega-6. Els primers es troben principalment al peix blau i són nutrients essencials (el nostre cos no els pot fabricar i els hem d’ingerir amb la dieta). Disminueixen el colesterol-LDL i els triglicèrids, i tenen una acció antiagregant i vasodilatadora, per això disminueixen el risc de patir trombosis.

Els AGP de la sèrie omega-6 els trobem als olis de llavors (girasol, blat de moro), als fruits secs i a les margarines. Disminueixen el colesterol-LDL, però per altra banda poden augmentar el risc de patir trombosis en persones propenses.

En una dieta equilibrada, els greixos ens han d’aportar del 30 al 35 % del valor calòric total, i d’aquests els AGS han de representar un 7-8 %, els AGM un 10-15 % i els AGP un 7-8 %. El colesterol ingerit no ha de superar els 300 mg al dia.

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Periajul regulat și folosirea aței dentare, precum și evitarea sau limitarea consumului de substanțe care colorează, pot ajuta la prevenirea sau reducerea dinților pata de cafea. Dacă aveți dinți pata de cafea, există diverse tratamente și remedii, care îndepărtează pata de cafea de pe dinți, inclusiv albirea profesională a dinților, care poate ajuta la îndepărtarea sau reducerea acestora. Dinții pata de cafea pot fi dezvoltați din mai multe motive: Culoare: Cafeaua este un lichid maro închis sau negru care poate păta suprafața dinților. Cafeaua conține compuși care, pe lângă conferirea aromei, pot duce la decolorarea treptată a smalțului dentar. Conținut acid: cafeaua este o băutură acidă, iar alimentele și băuturile acide pot slăbi smalțul dinților și îl pot face mai predispus la pătare. Cromogene: cafeaua conține cromogene, care sunt compuși pigmentați care se pot lega de dinți și pot cauza dinții pătați. Igienă orală proastă: igiena orală proastă, cum ar fi periajul sau folosirea aței dentare în mod regulat, poate permite cafelei și alte substanțe care colorează să pătrundă pe suprafața dinților și să provoace decolorarea. Cum să scapi de pata de pata de cafea Mai multe moduri de a elimina pata de cafea de pe dinți sau de a elimina petele de pata de cafea: Periați-vă în mod regulat: spălarea dinților de cel puțin două ori pe zi cu o pastă de dinți cu fluor poate ajuta la îndepărtarea petelor de suprafață cauzate de cafea și alte alimente și băuturi. Utilizați pastă de dinți pentru albire: Unele paste de dinți conțin ingrediente precum peroxid de hidrogen sau bicarbonat de sodiu care pot ajuta la albirea dinților și la îndepărtarea petelor. Încercați să trageți cu ulei: Uleiul, cum ar fi uleiul de cocos, în gură timp de câteva minute poate ajuta la îndepărtarea petelor de suprafață de pe dinți. Luați în considerare albirea profesională a dinților: medicul dentist vă poate oferi tratamente de albire a dinților în cabinet sau tăvi de albire personalizate pentru utilizare acasă. Limitați băuturile care pătează: evitați sau limitați consumul de cafea, ceai, vin roșu și alte băuturi care vă pot păta dinții. Dacă le bei, clătește-ți gura cu apă sau spală-te pe dinți după aceea. Cum să eliminați pata de cafea de pe dinți acasă, este important să discutați despre nevoile și obiectivele dumneavoastră individuale cu medicul dentist pentru a determina cea mai bună abordare pentru îndepărtarea sau reducerea dinților colorați de cafea. Cum să curățați dinții pata de cafea Iată câteva modalități de a elimina sau reduce pata de cafea: Periați regulat: spălarea dinților de cel puțin două ori pe zi cu o pastă de dinți cu fluor poate ajuta la îndepărtarea petelor de suprafață cauzate de alimente, băuturi și tutun. Utilizați pastă de dinți pentru albire: Unele paste de dinți conțin ingrediente precum peroxid de hidrogen sau bicarbonat de sodiu care pot ajuta la albirea dinților și la îndepărtarea petelor de cafea de pe dinți. Încercați să trageți cu ulei: Uleiul, cum ar fi uleiul de cocos, în gură timp de câteva minute poate ajuta la îndepărtarea petelor de suprafață de pe dinți. Luați în considerare albirea profesională a dinților: medicul dentist vă poate oferi tratamente de albire a dinților în cabinet sau tăvi de albire personalizate pentru utilizare acasă. Limitați substanțele care colorează: evitați sau limitați consumul de cafea, ceai, vin roșu, tutun și alte substanțe care pot fi un factor pentru dinții pata de cafea. Dacă le consumați, clătiți-vă gura cu apă sau spălați-vă pe dinți după aceea. Este important să discutați despre nevoile și obiectivele dumneavoastră individuale cu medicul dentist pentru a determina cea mai bună abordare pentru îndepărtarea sau reducerea albire a dinților. În plus, bunele practici de igienă orală, cum ar fi periajul, folosirea aței dentare și vizitarea regulată a dentistului, pot ajuta la prevenirea formării de noi pete. Ce sunt dinții putrezi? Dinții putrezi sunt

dinții care s-au deteriorat sau s-au deteriorat din cauza acumulării de bacterii și acid pe suprafața dintelui. Cariile dentare sunt o problemă dentară comună care poate apărea atunci când bacteriile din gură se hrănesc cu zaharurile și amidonul din alimentele pe care le consumăm, producând acid care erodează smalțul dinților în timp. Când este lăsată netratată, cariile dentare pot progresa, provocând formarea cariilor și, în cele din urmă, ducând la un dinte putrezit. Simptomele unui dinți putrezi pot include: Sensibilitate la alimente și băuturi calde, reci sau dulci Durere sau disconfort la mușcare sau mestecat Gropi sau găuri vizibile în dinți Decolorarea sau întunecarea dintelui Respirație urât mirositoare sau gust urât în ​​gură Dacă este lăsat netratat, un dinte putred poate provoca probleme grave de sănătate orală, inclusiv pata de cafea, infecții, abcese și chiar pierderea dinților. Tratamentul pentru un dinte putred implică de obicei îndepărtarea porțiunii cariate a dintelui și umplerea acesteia cu o plombă dentară sau, în cazuri mai severe, o coroană dentară sau un canal radicular, pentru a elimina și efectele patei de cafea. Prevenirea este esențială atunci când vine vorba de evitarea dinților putrezi și a patei de cafea. Obiceiurile bune de igienă orală, inclusiv periajul de două ori pe zi, folosirea aței dentare zilnic și controalele stomatologice regulate, pot ajuta la prevenirea cariilor dentare și a pata de cafea, și pot asigura că orice probleme sunt depistate devreme înainte de a evolua spre probleme mai grave. Ce cauzează dinții putreziti? Cariile dentare sunt cauza primara a dintilor putreziti. Cariile dentare apar atunci cand bacteriile din gura se hranesc cu zaharurile si amidonul din alimentele pe care le consumam si produc acid care erodeaza smaltul dintilor in timp. În timp, acidul poate provoca o carie sau o gaură în dinte, care poate deveni mai mare dacă este lăsată netratată. Există mai mulți factori care pot contribui la apariția cariilor și la dezvoltarea dinților putrezi, printre care: Igienă orală slabă: neperiajul și folosirea aței dentare în mod regulat poate permite acumularea bacteriilor pe dinți, ceea ce duce la carii dentare. Alimente cu zahăr și amidon: alimentele și băuturile bogate în zahăr și amidon pot crește cantitatea de bacterii producătoare de acid din gură, ceea ce poate duce la carii dentare. Alimente și băuturi acide: alimentele și băuturile bogate în acid, cum ar fi citricele și sifonul, pot eroda smalțul dinților în timp. Gură uscată: Saliva ajută la neutralizarea acidului și la spălarea bacteriilor, astfel încât o gură uscată poate crește riscul cariilor dentare. Genetica: Unii oameni pot fi mai predispusi la carii din cauza factorilor genetici care afecteaza compozitia smaltului dentar. Lipsa de fluor: Fluorul ajută la întărirea smalțului dentar și la protejarea împotriva cariilor dentare, astfel încât lipsa de fluor poate crește riscul de deteriorare a dinților. Scrâșnirea dinților: șlefuirea sau strângerea dinților poate duce la uzura smalțului, făcând dinții mai susceptibili la carii. Este important să practicați bune obiceiuri de igienă orală, să mâncați o dietă echilibrată și să vizitați regulat medicul dentist pentru a preveni cariile și dezvoltarea dinților putrezi. Ce se întâmplă dacă nu o tratez? Dacă este lăsat netratat, un dinte putred poate duce la mai multe probleme grave de sănătate orală, inclusiv: Infecție: O cavitate sau o gaură în dinte poate permite bacteriilor să intre în partea cea mai interioară a dintelui, numită pulpă. Acest lucru poate provoca o infecție, care poate duce la umflare, durere și chiar pierderea dinților. Abces: O infecție netratată poate duce la un abces, care este un buzunar de puroi care se formează la rădăcina dintelui. Un abces poate provoca dureri severe, umflături și chiar răspândirea în alte părți ale corpului, ceea ce duce la complicații grave de sănătate. Pierderea dinților: dacă cariia nu

este tratată, aceasta poate progresa până la punctul în care dintele este prea deteriorat pentru a fi salvat și poate fi necesar să fie extras. Boala gingiilor: cariile dentare si infectia se pot raspandi la gingii, ducand la boli ale gingiilor. Boala gingiilor poate provoca inflamație, sângerare și chiar pierderea dinților dacă nu este tratată. Răspândirea infecției: în unele cazuri, o infecție dentară netratată se poate răspândi în alte părți ale corpului, ducând la complicații grave de sănătate, cum ar fi sepsisul, o afecțiune care poate pune viața în pericol. Este important să căutați un tratament pentru un dinte putrezit cât mai curând posibil, nu doar pentru a preveni complicațiile, dar și pentru a aborda probleme precum pata de cafea. Opțiunile de tratament pot include umplerea cavității, terapia de canal sau, în cazuri severe, extracția dentară. Medicul dentist vă poate ajuta la determinarea celui mai bun curs de tratament în funcție de amploarea cariilor și de starea generală de sănătate a dintelui. Cum să remediați dinții putrezici Opțiunile de tratament pentru dinții putrezi depind de amploarea cariilor și de sănătatea generală a dintelui. Iată câteva metode comune de reparare a dinților putrezi: Obturații dentare: pentru carii dentare minore până la moderate, o plombă dentară poate fi utilizată pentru a umple cavitatea și a restabili funcția dintelui. Terapia de canal: pentru carii sau infecții mai extinse, poate fi necesar un canal radicular. În timpul unui canal radicular, pulpa deteriorată sau infectată este îndepărtată, iar dintele este umplut cu un material pentru a preveni infecția ulterioară. Coroane dentare: Dacă o mare parte a dintelui este deteriorată sau cariată, poate fi necesară o coroană dentară. O coroană dentară este un capac la comandă care este plasat peste dinte pentru a-i restabili funcția și aspectul. Extracția dintelui: În cazurile în care dintele este prea deteriorat pentru a fi salvat, poate fi necesar să fie extras. După extracție, dintele poate fi înlocuit cu un implant dentar, punte sau proteze parțiale superioare. Prevenirea este esențială atunci când vine vorba de evitarea patei de cafea și a dinților putrezi. Obiceiurile bune de igienă orală, inclusiv periajul de două ori pe zi pentru a îndepărta pata de cafea, folosirea aței dentare zilnic și controalele stomatologice regulate, pot ajuta la prevenirea cariilor dentare și pot asigura că orice probleme sunt depistate devreme înainte de a evolua spre probleme mai grave. O dietă echilibrată, săracă în zahăr și alimente și băuturi acide, poate ajuta, de asemenea, la prevenirea cariilor dentare și a efectelor negative ale pata de cafea. Opțiuni de înlocuire a dinților putrezi Există mai multe opțiuni de înlocuire disponibile pentru dinții putrezi, inclusiv: Implanturi dentare: implanturile dentare sunt o opțiune populară pentru înlocuirea dinților lipsă. Un implant este un stâlp de titan care este plasat chirurgical în osul maxilarului, unde fuzionează cu osul pentru a crea o bază stabilă pentru un dinte de înlocuire. Un bont este atașat la implant și o coroană personalizată este atașată la bont pentru a înlocui dintele lipsă. Punți dentare: o punte dentară este o restaurare personalizată care folosește dinții adiacenți ca suport pentru a înlocui un dinte lipsă. Puntea constă dintr-un dinte de înlocuire (sau dinți) și două coroane dentare care sunt atașate de dinții adiacenți pentru a menține dintele de înlocuire pe loc. Proteze dentare: Protezele dentare sunt o optiune detasabila pentru inlocuirea dintilor lipsa. Ele pot fi făcute pentru a înlocui unul sau mai mulți dinți sau un întreg arc de dinți. Protezele dentare pot fi ținute pe loc cu adezivi sau implanturi dentare pentru o stabilitate sporită. Proteze parțiale: protezele parțiale sunt un tip de proteză amovibilă care este utilizată pentru a înlocui unul sau mai mulți dinți lipsă. Acestea constau dintr-un cadru metalic sau acrilic care se atașează de dinții naturali rămași pentru a menține dinții de înlocuire pe loc.

Stomatologul dumneavoastră vă poate ajuta la determinarea celei mai bune opțiuni de înlocuire pentru nevoile dumneavoastră specifice și sănătatea orală. Factori precum locația dintelui lipsă, starea dinților și gingiilor din jur și sănătatea dumneavoastră generală vor fi luați în considerare atunci când se determină cea mai bună opțiune pentru dvs.