#Farm Law

[plugincaro]

3 Farm Laws - Good or Bad?

The biggest joke is that almost NOBODY knows anything about the Farm Bill and how it affects the farmer… neither those who are Against, nor those who are For the 3 Farm Laws knows ANYTHING about the laws nor do they know about the conditions of the farmers. Modi supporters feel that Modi can do no wrong. Those against Modi feel he is trying to sell the farms to Adani. The fact is that NEITHER…

[dandelionsresilience]

Good News - July 15-21

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1. Thai tiger numbers swell as prey populations stabilize in western forests

“The tiger population density in a series of protected areas in western Thailand has more than doubled over the past two decades, according to new survey data. […] The most recent year of surveys, which concluded in November 2023, photographed 94 individual tigers, up from 75 individuals in the previous year, and from fewer than 40 in 2007. […] A total of 291 individual tigers older than 1 year were recorded, as well as 67 cubs younger than 1 year.”

2. Work starts to rewild former cattle farm

“Ecologists have started work to turn a former livestock farm into a nature reserve [… which] will become a "mosaic of habitats" for insects, birds and mammals. [… R]ewilding farmland could benefit food security locally by encouraging pollinators, improving soil health and soaking up flood water. [… “N]ature restoration doesn't preclude food production. We want to address [food security] by using nature-based solutions."”

3. Harnessing ‘invisible forests in plain view’ to reforest the world

“[… T]he degraded land contained numerous such stumps with intact root systems capable of regenerating themselves, plus millions of tree seeds hidden in the soil, which farmers could simply encourage to grow and reforest the landscape[….] Today, the technique of letting trees resprout and protecting their growth from livestock and wildlife [… has] massive potential to help tackle biodiversity loss and food insecurity through resilient agroforestry systems. [… The UN’s] reported solution includes investing in land restoration, “nature-positive” food production, and rewilding, which could return between $7 and $30 for every dollar spent.”

4. California bars school districts from outing LGBTQ+ kids to their parents

“Gov. Gavin Newsom signed the SAFETY Act today – a bill that prohibits the forced outing of transgender and gay students, making California the first state to explicitly prohibit school districts from doing so. […] Matt Adams, a head of department at a West London state school, told PinkNews at the time: “Teachers and schools do not have all the information about every child’s home environment and instead of supporting a pupil to be themselves in school, we could be putting them at risk of harm.””

5. 85% of new electricity built in 2023 came from renewables

“Electricity supplied by renewables, like hydropower, solar, and wind, has increased gradually over the past few decades — but rapidly in recent years. [… C]lean energy now makes up around 43 percent of global electricity capacity. In terms of generation — the actual power produced by energy sources — renewables were responsible for 30 percent of electricity production last year. […] Along with the rise of renewable sources has come a slowdown in construction of non-renewable power plants as well as a move to decommission more fossil fuel facilities.”

6. Deadly cobra bites to "drastically reduce" as scientists discover new antivenom

“After successful human trials, the snake venom antidote could be rolled out relatively quickly to become a "cheap, safe and effective drug for treating cobra bites" and saving lives around the globe, say scientists. Scientists have found that a commonly used blood thinner known as heparin can be repurposed as an inexpensive antidote for cobra venom. […] Using CRISPR gene-editing technology […] they successfully repurposed heparin, proving that the common blood thinner can stop the necrosis caused by cobra bites.”

7. FruitFlow: a new citizen science initiative unlocks orchard secrets

“"FruitWatch" has significantly refined phenological models by integrating extensive citizen-sourced data, which spans a wider geographical area than traditional methods. These enhanced models offer growers precise, location-specific predictions, essential for optimizing agricultural planning and interventions. […] By improving the accuracy of phenological models, farmers can better align their operations with natural biological cycles, enhancing both yield and quality.”

8. July 4th Means Freedom for Humpback Whale Near Valdez, Alaska

“The NOAA Fisheries Alaska Marine Mammal Stranding Hotline received numerous reports late afternoon on July 3. A young humpback whale was entangled in the middle of the Port of Valdez[….] “The success of this mission was due to the support of the community, as they were the foundation of the effort,” said Moran. [… Members of the community] were able to fill the critical role of acting as first responders to a marine mammal emergency. “Calling in these reports is extremely valuable as it allows us to respond when safe and appropriate, and also helps us gain information on various threats affecting the animals,” said Lyman.”

9. Elephants Receive First of Its Kind Vaccine

“Elephant endotheliotropic herpesvirus is the leading cause of death for Asian elephants (Elephas maximus) born in facilities in North America and also causes calf deaths in the wild in Asia. A 40-year-old female received the new mRNA vaccine, which is expected to help the animal boost immunity[….]”

10. Conservation partners and Indigenous communities working together to restore forests in Guatemala

“The K’iche have successfully managed their natural resources for centuries using their traditional governing body and ancestral knowledge. As a result, Totonicapán is home to Guatemala’s largest remaining stand of conifer forest. […] EcoLogic has spearheaded a large-scale forest restoration project at Totonicapán, where 13 greenhouses now hold about 16,000 plants apiece, including native cypresses, pines, firs, and alders. […] The process begins each November when community members gather seeds. These seeds then go into planters that include upcycled coconut fibers and mycorrhizal fungi, which help kickstart fertilization. When the plantings reach about 12 inches, they’re ready for distribution.”

July 8-14 news here | (all credit for images and written material can be found at the source linked; I don’t claim credit for anything but curating.)

[political-us]

[spoonbenders-archive]

never trust a mf whos always going on about the merits of copyright law

[violent138]

Fully believe that Bruce loves the Kent farm because it's so different from everything in his life. He can't be anything but Vengeance at Wayne Manor/Tower, can't be anything but Brucie Wayne in Gotham, fully -in -control-occasional dickhead Batman at the Watchtower and Dad in Bludhaven. But at the Kent farm, he's just another guest engaged in a death match with Martha to help clean up.

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JUMP INTO THIS LI~FE !!! 🎶

The captain is currently busy!

[maxcuntstappen]

for a prompt,

max as the f1 world champion. charles is the heir to the monaco throne. [lorenzo is king currently]

max and charles love each other. max wins the monaco gp for charles. monaco goes crazy.

"Max," Charles tries to sound stern, he really does. But he doesn't think it comes across too well with how he cannot stop giggling.

It's not his fault really.

It's his boyfriend's.

His boyfriend who has him pressed against a wall of his motorhome, relentlessly kissing at Charles' cheeks.

"Maxxxx," Charles tries again, "You need to go."

A 'uh-huh' is the only indicator of Max having even heard him.

Max redirects his attack of pecks to Charles' neck and it makes Charles squirm.

"Max, that tickles!" he exclaims, trying to wiggle his way out from under his boyfriend's grasp.

Max chuckles, finally moving his mouth away from Charles' body, to look him in the eye, "I know," he grins.

It makes Charles' heart jump, how happy Max looks, how pretty.

Time seems to stop as Charles cradles Max's face in his palm, relishing in how Max turns his face to nuzzle into it.

Blue eyes twinkling, lips perpetually pulled upward, cheeks pink and puffed up. Max is a beauty.

Charles opens his mouth to tell him so when a firm knock interrupts him.

"Prince Charles," one of his guards calls out, "Nous devons partir maintenant. Prince Lorenzo et Prince Arthur attendent."

Charles sighs, wishing he could stay with Max longer.

Max seems to be wishing for the same, if his drawn out groan is anything to go by.

Yet, Max doesn't move away. He only snuggles into Charles harder, head buried into the crook of Charles' neck.

Charles laughs, running his fingers through Max's hair, "Come on, mon amour. Time to go."

Max huffs, "No."

Charles rolls his eyes, fondness seeping through his pores, and gently tugs at Max's hair.

Max pulls his head away with an exaggerated moan, "Ouch," frown lines covering his pretty face.

Charles pecks Max's nose and all of them disappear in a second.

"I'll see you after, okay?" Charles says, squeezing the nape of Max's neck.

"Yeah," Max says, a small smile on his lips, "Yeah, okay."

Max steps back and Charles walks to the door.

"Wait!" Max exclaims, making Charles jump.

He turns around.

"What about my good luck kiss?" Max asks, the corner of his mouth twitching as he pouts, clearly trying to suppress the smile trying to break through.

"You don't need a good luck kiss, mon amour. You're Max Verstappen," Charles reminds him.

Even after all this time, ever after multiple world championships, countless podiums and several records broken, Max still lights up when Charles compliments him.

He hopes he never stops.

"Charles, but what if you don't kiss me and the race goes badly? Do you really want that on your conscience?"

Charles scoffs, "Okay but what if I do kiss you and then the race doesn't go well? Will it be my fault then?"

"Of course not, schatje. Then it'll mean that your kiss protected me from anything worse happening," Max replies, like it's the most obvious information in the world.

Charles' heart throbs with adoration. He takes a quick two steps and grabs Max's face in his hand, pressing a firm, soft kiss to Max's lips.

When Charles pulls away, Max looks dazed.

Charles gets it. He feels it, the overwhelming rush he gets when he cannot believe this is his life.

"Good luck, mon amour," Charles smiles, dropping his hands, and walking backwards to the door, "See you on the podium, okay?"

Max simply nods, seeming to still be too lost for words.

That's okay. Charles knows what he would've said anyways.

--

"And the winner of the 2024 Monaco Grand Prix... Max Verstappen!"

The roaring in Charles' ears nearly blocks out the raucous applause of the Red Bull team. But Charles hears them still, faintly. Acknowledges them, thanks them for loving Max and appreciating him and taking care of him.

His cheeks ache because of how hard he is smiling.

And yet, when Max steps up on the top step, quickly turning around to catch Charles' eye, his grin somehow widens.

Charles winks at him, his hands not pausing their applause, and Max laughs, softly shaking his head, before facing the crowd.

Charles' eyes are glued to Max's back as the Dutch and Austrian anthems play. It's a beautiful back, all broad, strong shoulders, tapering down into a small waist.

The only thing that could make Max look any better is if he was wearing red, Charles thinks to himself.

Well, all in due time.

Soon, he's being indicated to step up to award the second place trophy.

Charles looks straight ahead as he walks to the platform, not risking turning into an ooey-gooey mess for a glance of Max's face.

Lando stands tall and proud on the podium, his face split into a grin.

Charles hands Lando his trophy and Lando holds out a hand for Charles to shake.

It makes Charles roll his eyes. There's no need to pretend that Charles doesn't see Lando every other weekend, that he hasn't seen Lando sloshed out of his mind and passed out on the floor of Max's jet, that he doesn't send Lando memes constantly and bitches about it if he doesn't give an adequate reply.

Charles grasps his hand and pulls Lando into a hug.

Lando yelps, and gosh, Charles so hopes that there is some camera somewhere that has recorded the noise.

"Good job, mate," Charles says, arms tight around Lando.

"Thanks, mate," Lando replies, and Charles can hear the smile in his voice.

Charles beelines back to his original spot, next to his brother, standing behind the podium finishers.

As Lorenzo awards Max with his trophy, Charles has to suppress the urge to shout and scream and hoot.

All he can do is clap a bit more aggressively than he did for the others.

It doesn't miss his notice how Arthur does the same.

It's soon after that Charles and his brothers, along with the other dignitaries, are being hurried off of the stage in an attempt to keep them safe from the champagne flying in the air.

Charles has just stepped into the protection of the wings when he's being pushed back out to the stage again.

"Va!" Arthur urges, literally shooing Charles away with his hand.

"Ne fais rien de trop stupide!" Lorenzo warns, but he's grinning wide too.

God, Charles loves his family.

It's Lando that spots him first.

The very next second, Charles is drenched head to toe.

But it's worth it to have Max's giggle in his ear as he hugs him tight tight tight.

His race suit under Charles' hands feels sticky and cold and like home.

"Mon Dieu, Max, tu es incroyable. So incredible. I love you. I'm proud of you," Charles rambles, trying to make the most of the couple of moments he'll get to speak to Max before he's swallowed up by his team and media duties.

Max pulls away, smiling at him, all crinkle eyed, "Thank you for your good luck kiss, schatje," he gives him a quick soft peck before gently pressing the trophy into his arms, "This one is for you," and then Charles is swallowed up in Max's embrace again, the roars of the crowd ringing in his ear, nowhere as loud as the beat of his own heart.

[premiumbitch]

۶ৎ SWEET TEA & SOUTHERN CHARM: THE FARM GIRL MANIFESTATION PACK & SCRIPTING PACK ˙⋆.˚

This is for the lovely people who want to manifest stuff about themselves or script this in their shifting script! this pack is a farm girl theme ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ enjoy!

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐺𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒮𝓊𝓃𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉

There’s something golden about you, something that feels like the last warm rays of sunlight stretching across a wheat field. You were made for soft linen dresses and bare feet against the earth, for laughter carried by the wind and eyes that hold the endless blue of the sky. You move with the ease of someone who understands the rhythm of the land, who knows that beauty is not just in the grand, but in the simple—the morning dew on the grass, the hum of cicadas at dusk, the way love grows like wildflowers if you let it.

𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒞𝒶𝓃’𝓉 𝒬𝓊𝒾𝓉

Your kindness is a slow-dripping honey, golden and rich, the kind that lingers on the tongue long after it’s gone. There’s a softness in your touch, a warmth in your words, as if your very presence is stitched together with love. You are the girl who offers homemade jam in little glass jars, who kisses the heads of sunflowers as she passes, who can make a home feel like a sanctuary just by being in it. They could search the whole world and never find another heart as sweet as yours.

𝐃𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝒲𝒽𝑜 𝐵𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝒯𝑜 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐸𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒽

There is something about you that feels like childhood summers, like running through open fields with the wind at your back and the sun kissing your cheeks. Your hands are soft, but they have known hard work, and your heart is tender, but it is as strong as the roots of an ancient oak. You are the kind of girl who smells like wildflowers and fresh air, who leaves little pieces of herself everywhere she goes—a pressed flower in a book, a laugh echoing in the hills, a love that lingers long after she’s gone.

𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑀𝒾𝓈𝓉 𝒪𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒲𝒾𝓁𝒹 𝐹𝒾𝑒𝓁𝒹𝓈

You are the quiet of the early morning, when the mist clings to the hills and the world still feels like a secret. There is a mystery in your eyes, a knowing smile that suggests you understand things others have forgotten��how to listen to the trees, how to read the language of the stars, how to find magic in the simplest of things. You are not loud, not overbearing, but your presence is felt like the hush before the rain, like the wind through the tall grass, like a whispered promise carried on the breeze.

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐭 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐿𝑒𝓃𝑑𝓈 𝐼𝓉𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝒯𝑜 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔

You love like the earth loves—steady, deep, unshaken. You have a way of making everyone feel at home, of turning the ordinary into something special. The world is softer where you step, a little sweeter where you laugh. You are fresh-picked berries and sun-warmed skin, freckles kissed by the sky, arms open wide to gather love like an autumn harvest. The people who meet you never forget the way you made them feel—like they were worthy of all the warmth you had to give.

𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒲𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝐻𝑒𝓇 𝐻𝒶𝒾𝓇

You were not meant to be caged. Your spirit runs wild like the rivers, your heart beats to the rhythm of hooves against the earth. There is something untamed in you, something that refuses to be held too tightly. You live for the open skies, for the road untraveled, for the endless horizon stretching before you. People watch you and wonder where you’ll go next, but even you don’t always know—you are a storm in a summer dress, a firefly that refuses to be caught.

𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑀𝑒𝓁𝑜𝒹𝓎 𝒪𝒻 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐿𝒶𝓃𝒹

There is music in you, though it is not the kind played on stages. It is the song of wheat rustling in the wind, the rhythm of rain on a tin roof, the lullaby of a rocking chair creaking on a wooden porch. Your voice carries the warmth of a summer evening, and your touch feels like coming home. You are steady and true, the kind of girl who makes the world feel a little more right just by being in it. You do not seek attention, yet you shine—like fields of gold beneath an open sky.

𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐿𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈 𝒰𝓅 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒩𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉

The firelight flickers in your eyes, mirroring the ember that burns deep in your soul. You were not made for quiet corners—you belong under the vast sky, dancing barefoot in the dirt, singing with your head thrown back and the stars listening in. There is a joy in you, raw and untamed, something that makes people want to follow you into the night, to laugh, to live, to love without fear. You are warmth in the cold, a spark in the dark, a love letter to all that is wild and free.

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐝𝐞 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝒲𝒽𝑜 𝐵𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓂𝓈 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐸𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒽

Your spirit sways like golden wheat in the summer wind, soft but unbreakable. There is a poetry in the way you move—each step a verse, each glance a whisper of a love song only the earth understands. You are the kind of beauty that isn’t just seen but felt, a warmth that lingers on sun-kissed skin, a presence as timeless as the rolling fields. People watch you, entranced, not knowing if you are a dream or simply a piece of the earth made human.

𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐵𝓇𝑒𝑎𝓉𝒽 𝒪𝒻 𝐹𝓇𝑒𝑒𝒹𝑜𝓂

You are not the kind of flower meant for careful hands or crystal vases—you were made to bloom where the wild things grow, kissed by the sun and tangled in the wind. There is an untamed beauty to you, one that does not ask for permission to exist. You are the scent of rain on dry earth, the thrill of a horse galloping at full speed, the feeling of fingers running through tall grass. They could try to capture you, to keep you, but you will always belong to the open fields and the endless sky.

𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐤 & 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝒲𝒽𝑜 𝒞𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓈 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝐻𝑒𝓇 𝒲𝒽𝑜𝓁𝑒 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉

You are soft hands and strong arms, warm bread and open doors, the kind of love that lingers long after it’s given. There is something gentle in you, something rich and full and nourishing. You carry love the way bees carry pollen, spreading warmth wherever you go. You are the girl who hums while she works, who knows the stories of the land and the weight of a well-loved heart. To be loved by you is to be held, truly held, by something pure, something golden.

𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐞𝐰 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝒲𝒽𝑜 𝐻𝒶𝓈 𝒦𝓃𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒮𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒

There is a hush about you, a quiet beauty that belongs to the first light of dawn. You are the softness of mist rolling over the hills, the cool kiss of fresh water on bare skin, the stillness that settles over the land before the world wakes up. People do not always notice you at first, but when they do, they cannot look away—because there is something about you that feels like a secret, something sacred, something they are lucky to have witnessed even once.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝒲𝒽𝑜 𝒦𝓃𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒢𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝒯𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒯𝒾𝓂𝑒

You understand patience the way the earth does—you know that everything blooms in its own time. You do not rush, do not demand, but instead nurture, trust, and wait. Your love is like an orchard in the fall, golden and abundant, something that cannot be hurried but, when given freely, feels like the sweetest gift. You are cinnamon in warm cider, the weight of a quilt on cold nights, the smell of firewood burning—it is impossible not to feel at home with you.

𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐎𝐚𝐤 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓌𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓇

You have stood in the quiet of the night and listened to the wind tell its stories. You have traced constellations with your fingertips and felt the presence of something greater than yourself. There is wisdom in your bones, a knowing that comes not from books but from the land itself. You do not chase, do not demand, but instead let life come to you, steady as the roots of an ancient tree. There are those who will try to understand you, but you are not meant to be understood—you are meant to be felt, like the hush before a storm, like the glow of the moon on an open field.

𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐲 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝒲𝒽𝑜 𝐵𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝒯𝑜 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇

You are the laughter of a brook tumbling over smooth stones, the soft lapping of water against the shore. There is something fluid about you, something that cannot be held too tightly or it will slip right through. You are as refreshing as the first swim of summer, as soothing as rain against a tin roof, as restless as the river longing for the ocean. People find themselves drawn to you, aching for the peace you bring, but you are not one to be claimed—you go where the current takes you, and you are happiest that way.

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐰 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐿𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐿𝓊𝓁𝓁𝓈 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝒯𝑜 𝑅𝑒𝓈𝓉

There is something about you that makes people breathe easier, that makes the world feel a little less heavy. You are twilight settling over the land, the glow of lantern light through a window, the hush of a porch swing rocking back and forth. You do not need to be loud to be noticed—your presence is felt in the way people relax in your company, in the way they trust you without knowing why. You are a soft place to land, a steady heart in an unsteady world, a light that never burns out.

𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝑜𝓊𝓁 𝒪𝒻 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝒾𝓁𝒹

You are the sound of spurs jingling against worn leather, the scent of sagebrush after the rain, the fierce independence of a woman who belongs to no one but herself. You know the value of hard work, the satisfaction of dust on your boots and sweat on your skin. There is steel in your spine and fire in your eyes, and yet—there is tenderness too. The way you lean against a fence post to watch the sunset, the way you run your fingers through a horse’s mane, the way you love so fiercely it feels like home. They call you wild, and maybe you are—but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[valerieality]

Fields Of Mistria DR self save me...

save me fields of mistria DR self...

[plugincaro]

3 Farm Laws of India (2020-2021)

LAW NO 1. FREE TO SELL ANYWHERE IN INDIA:- Farmer’s Produce Trade and Commerce (Promotion and Facilitation) Act: allows farmers to: Sell Outside the physical premises of Agricultural Produce Market Committee (APMC) market yards, Sell directly to buyers across state borders without restrictions, Promoted barrier-free inter-state and intra-state trade of agricultural produce.  It aims to…

[thorough-witness-enjoyer]

Haven’t been keeping up with Revenant, but seeing people hold Eramis to a similar level of villainy as beings like Savathûn and Rhulk to argue against her treatment in the story (or even the fact we haven’t killed her yet) is so… I’m tired guys

[kacievvbbbb]

The fact that transponder snails are apparently also just captive wild snails. Is……..a choice.

Because what even are the logistics of this? Can all snails become transponder snails? How do they change clothes so quickly? Is there a transponder snail accessory store where you can get matching outfits and accessories for your snail like we do with phones? Are they sold or can you catch one wild? Do you need to train it? Just on what airwaves are they opperating. Is there a radius they can only take a call within? Do you have to pay for connection like are the snail 🐌 plans? Do you have to buy all the accessories the snail would need to change into or are they home made? Or does it just do that. Do you have to have a phone dedicated to people you call often so the snail can constinstently stay dressed that way? Because Doffy had hundreds. Are snail phone accessories a billion dollar business?

And finally what are the ethics on breeding snails soley for communication? And how do you even begin to do taht? Who was the first person to look at a snail go; you, 🐌? I have have plans for you. Who was that crazy bastard.

[academiabutworse]

ok academia Tumblr how do I rizz up a history nerd

[spacelesbiandisaster]

Barriss after Order 66 fighting for her life every single day:

Meanwhile in a farm Ahsoka is like:

"Damn, sure is hot today! I should take my new girlfriend to the city so we can grab some drinks and scape her annoying brother"

[attyrocious]

luffy got them to play

i would like to thank @threi for the mental image

[iww-gnv]

The Labor Department is investigating Perdue Farms and Tyson Foods — two of the biggest poultry producers in the U.S. — after reports that migrant children as young as 13 have been working overnight shifts to clean the companies' plants. The department told NPR that its Wage and Hour Division is looking into the matter and could not provide additional details. The inquiry comes after The New York Times Magazine published last week a harrowing account of a 14-year-old boy, Marcos Cux, whose arm was nearly torn off while working at a Perdue slaughterhouse on the Eastern Shore of Virginia. According to the Times, Cux was hired by one of Perdue's contractors tasked with cleaning operations. He and other middle and high school-aged children made up about a third of the overnight shifts at the plant — handling acid and pressure hoses to wash away blood and meat scraps from industrial machines.