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[falcatrecon]

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#5

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47 notes - Posted June 3, 2022

#4

Kinktober day 9

double penetration/praise Google & Bing, afab

Bing was sitting on the edge of the bed, you in his lap. Google had arranged you two, making sure your legs were hooked around Bing’s, forcing your legs wide open for easy access. He knelt before you, hands softly petting along your thighs. You whined, rolling your hips as his hands got closer. It was Google who had suggested this, finding enjoyment from experimenting with your thresholds. Bing agreed enthusiastically, as he always did. Today he was curious just how far you could stretch, and if perhaps you could accommodate both of the androids at the same time.

Google hummed quietly as he slowly pushed his finger in, starting simple. He was being maddening on purpose you knew, since you’d started with his dick before and not needed preparation for that. Still, he took his sweet time, enjoying the soft noises you made. Bing as always couldn’t keep still, his hands fondling your breasts, tweaking your nipples and making you buck into Google’s hand and back up against his dick.

It didn’t take long until you were well and truly soaked. “Perfect.” Google rumbled, lifting you easily and settling you down onto Bing’s eagerly waiting cock. One of his fingers ran along the seam between you two, getting you to whimper in anticipation. He pressed ever so slowly, working that finger into you alongside Bing.

Bing’s hands had stilled, holding you close, but his mouth nipped at your shoulder. You could hear that slight digital whine escape at Google’s caresses along his dick as he was carefully widening you. Another finger joined, the stretch dancing the edge of pain but he was going slowly enough it never actually hurt. “You’re doing so well.” Google patted your thigh with his free hand. “This will work.”

Another was added, making you squirm. He shallowly thrust with them, getting Bing to bite down on you. Google’s rumble was almost a digital purr as his eyes watched how you moved and flexed around them. “Good.” He softly kissed your lower stomach. “Almost there.” His fingers shifted, pulling slightly on your muscles trying to get them relax just a little bit more.

Finally his fingers slid free, but you knew better than to relax yet. Google moved closer, trapping you tightly between him and Bing. He aligned himself and very slowly pushed himself alongside Bing, his dick somehow just a little wider than his fingers. You whimpered, unsure if it was the stretch or just how torturously slow he was going. He stopped when he matched Bing’s depth, letting your body get used to both. You earned a soft kiss for it. “You fit us so perfectly.”

Bing nodded enthusiastically, you could feel him against your neck. “God, you feel amazing.” He gave an abortive roll of his hips, earning a mild glare from Google, before peppering you with light kisses. “Just so…” His fingers flexed, digging into your hips. “So right.”

“Agreed.” Google’s hands slid down to meet Bing’s on your hips. “Now, are you ready?” He didn’t really wait for a response before slowly lifting you, dragging you along their dicks. You gasped, the tight movement setting all your nerves alight. He lowered you now, both androids giving a soft moan in each of your ears. The first few thrusts were slow, Bing leaving a litany of soft compliments, “amazing, gorgeous, wonderful, -god- perfect, beautiful.” Google however was detailed, low in your other ear. “Every shift I can feel the way your tight muscle slides past mine, how each of our nerve endings light up with pleasure and how it makes our want for you build.”

Google shifted his hold, both he and Bing supporting you at just the right height as they used their hips now, their caution lessening as they sped up. Bing’s words were beginning to fall apart, devolving into positive moans and whines. Google wasn’t quite so far gone, but his words were a near rumbling growl. “Good girl, you take us so well.”

The feeling of stretch was still there, you were fairly certain you were at capacity, but you didn’t care. They filled you, the thrust of their dicks deep inside hitting all the right spots sending sparks through your system. Their words helped drive you further, your muscles valiantly trying to tighten even when there was no room to do so. You trembled and whined, unable to even squirm as you orgasmed around them.

Bing’s hold was deteriorating, his thrusts more erratic, rhythm no longer matching Google’s. “So tight,” He whimpered as he pushed himself sharply into you, coming deep inside. You could feel the warmth spread and move as Google still did, his own digital groan joining Bing’s whine as his hips stuttered. He pulled you down tight finally, all three of you pushed as close as you could be, as his cum joined Bing’s, the liquid filling the space that wasn’t occupied by their dicks.

You clung to both of them as you slowly came down from your high. It was difficult to, each of their slight movements sending new little tingles through your body. Google hummed, pleased. “You fit us as if made for it. We will do this again.” He shifted more purposefully, wringing a gasp from both you and Bing. “Though later. You will need time to readjust. Humans are so delicate.”

47 notes - Posted October 9, 2022

#3

Kinktober day 8

voice kink/begging The Host, gender neutral reader

“The Reader’s hands caress across their thighs.” The Host’s voice was a low rumble from where he sat that sent shivers up your spine. You loved hearing it narrate what you were doing. He didn’t try to use his control over you often anymore, simply satisfied to experience you as you were. “They work their fingers along the edge of their underwear, sliding it down to expose more of their skin.” You were taking your time on purpose, letting his voice simply wash over you.

“The Reader stops teasing at their hip to slide upwards to their shirt, slowly lifting it. They drag it over their head before setting it aside.” He smiles softly at his next words. “They look at the Host, admiring him.” He was in narrating mode, so it was simply an observation of the truth. “They shift how they sit, leaning closer to him. Their fingertips ghost along their lips, their mind on just where those lips could go.” You watched the Host shift at the echoes of those thoughts. You had wondered just how much he could pick up from you if you tried hard enough.

“The Reader’s hands return to their skin, trailing along their chest and stomach, fingers returning to the edge of their underwear. They stop.” He frowned. “Their hands slide past to touch their thighs again. The Host is suspecting the Reader is teasing him on purpose.” You couldn’t help the soft laugh at that. He wasn’t completely wrong. “The Reader’s hands come back to their underwear, finally pulling them down, displaying themselves for the Host.”

“Their hands give one slow stroke to their arousal before sliding back up their body.” His next words were deeper, born of his frustration. “The Reader comes closer.” You found yourself compelled to step nearer to him.

Your upset frown was fake, you enjoyed driving him this far. “You promised you’d give up control.”

He took a long, deep breath, centering himself. “The Host is apologetic, but the Reader is being overly teasing.” He gestured with his hands for you to come even closer.

You obliged, but still stayed just shy of his reach. “You have such a wonderful voice I just want to keep doing things to keep you talking.”

“Then let me tell you what to do, my audience.” He leaned forward, reaching out and trailing the barest tips of his fingers across your hip. “It is the Host’s job to guide you to your purpose.”

You shook your head. “No.” You leaned forward to kiss his lips, melting the frown away. His hands came up to cradle your backside. You broke the kiss with a smile. “Let me.”

The Host sighed fondly, taking up his narration once more. “The Reader’s kiss lingered on the Host’s lips as they continued to tease him.” You couldn’t help the smirk at his frustration. “Their hands finally began to work at the Host’s coat, undoing the buttons. They are being agonizingly slow about it, likely wishing to hear the Host talk about each button individually… But it is not the buttons that has the Host’s attention, it is the way their nimble fingers work and how he wishes they would use them on himself.”

“Now the Reader kneels before him as they reach further down, getting the very last of the buttons. They push it aside, considering the shirt before them. The Host wishes he had worn something a little less complicated.” He huffs a small sigh. “At least now the Reader is grazing his skin as they work on the new set of buttons, getting ever so closer to what he wishes to have.” His hands brush delicately across your arms and shoulders, keeping generally out of your way. “The Reader moves his shirt aside to admire the skin revealed, letting their hands skate across his body.” His voice trembled slightly, anticipation obvious on his face. You loved how you could get him like this, how each new modulation in his voice made your body begin to burn with a need for him.

The Host’s smile widened. “The Reader wants him, needs him. Perhaps they will allow him to oblige?” You lean forward, ignoring his cajoling. “Now their mouth is exploring the planes of his body, lips trailing along his ribcage up to his pecs.” His hands slid up your back into your hair, but being mindful not to tug or bind. “Their mouth covers their nipple and… Ah... t-their tongue flicks across it.” He squirmed under the attention, but still valiantly narrating. “Their other hand teases the Host’s other bud, r-rolling it.” He swallowed another gasp, fingers digging into your scalp. “Their hands relax on the attention, working at the Host’s pants.”

You back down from teasing his chest to concentrate on the task at hand. “The Host is left without their attention once more, waiting in anticipation as the Reader works his pants open. They tug his underwear down, looking with lust upon his interested cock.” You grin, purposefully changing tactics. “They for some reason leave him untouched, instead running their hands along his clothed thighs. Their fingers do massage nicely, pressing closer and closer to their final goal.” He was beginning to sound a bit frustrated. “The Reader leans forward, but not to put their mouth where it should go, but instead to nip at his hips, hands resting on the top of his thighs now. They b-bite down, making him want them all the more.” He rolled his hips up against your mouth, a soft moan punctuating his sentence. 

That alone made you tremble a little, so you relented to his words. “The Reader’s hand finally strokes the Host’s erection, their mouth leaving soft kisses along his stomach. Their movements are slow and pleasurable, but so agonizing. They know what he wants and are being a tease about it.” You couldn’t help a soft laugh against his skin, still not quite giving in. “Their strokes somehow get even slower, which the Host wasn’t sure was even possible.” You looked up at him, enjoying the mix of pleasure and consternation across his face. “The Host… asks. Please.” He looked down at you to meet your stare with his bandages. While he might not be able to see directly, you knew he could still watch you all the same. “The Host wants… no, needs the Reader’s attention.” His next words were soft. “I need my audience.”

“As long as you continue to talk.” You leave one last soft kiss against his hip.

He gasps softly before trying to narrate. “T-The Reader’s mouth finally wraps around his dick, slowly sinking down, surrounding him in their warmth. Their tongue -ah- undulates against the underside, coaxing him further down the path of pleasure.” His dick twitched in your mouth, and you could tell he was trying very hard not to push you further down on him. “Their pace is still slow as they begin to move, their,” he gasped again, “their trickster tongue finding the sensitive underside of his tip.” You couldn’t help but squirm a little where you knelt, his words dripping with lust, each interruption in his speech caused by your touches.

“The Host finds that they are turned on by his words just as seductive, so he continues to t-try and narrate as the Reader dips down again, adding a b-bit of suction this time.” His hips involuntarily twitched upward, causing you to moan around him. “The vibrations of their voice echoes through him, adding more fire to his nerves. The Reader coaxes him to move with them, purposefully m-moaning around him this time.” His fingers tightened in your hair as he lost his words for a short moment as you worked. “The Host is pulled deeper into their mouth... mm... so that he is completely inside.” It was a gift the Host had inadvertently given you, having proclaimed you had no gag reflex once. “The Reader bobs, moving… faster…” His words were clipped, his concentration on narration difficult to maintain with your mouth. “His p-pleasure is building. He-” he gasped, pulling you down on him reflexively as he came down your throat. “T-the Reader s-swallows around the Host, ah, dragging his orgasm out.” You whine around him, getting him to twitch in your mouth again. “Their tongue drags across s-sensitive flesh as they pull free, leaving fire in their wake.”

As soon as you are free he hauls you up for a sharp kiss. “The Host will take his control back and return the favor. The Reader has no need to worry, he won’t stop talking them through it.”

47 notes - Posted October 8, 2022

#2

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54 notes - Posted June 28, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Got me a phone lock screen commission from the amazing @kingofmeatballs 💕💕💕

Yancy looks awesome and I love him. 🥰

99 notes - Posted November 5, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

[egophiliac]

giving the people what they want (jokes about spreadsheets)

anyway, Twst continues to prove that it is aimed at me specifically by giving us not one, but now TWO extended scenes of characters being incredibly difficult about signing an NDA. you just don't get this anywhere else.

[boygirlctommy]

i love the bit from oct 17 2020 when tommy and quackity trapped wilbur in a cobblestone box to keep him from pressing the button... wilbur punching through the blocks with his bare hand to try to get to the button... tommy frantically replacing the block in front of him yelling for quackity to do something... the moment when tommy stops, blocks the exit, and tells wilbur to do it. press the button. but then theyd die with him. quackitys like "wait, wait-" but tommy holds his ground and wilbur. ohh wilbur. "why'd you have to make it so hard?"

[ihatebrainstorm]

wowowowoowoo teleporting the idea of Rogues Gallery! First Aid as Jenna Duffy/The Carpenter into all of your brains wowowowoowowwooo

Plus couple panels from Li'l Gotham #18 to get her gist vvv (Basically she's the person all villains hire to build their lairs and weapons)

[johnskleats]

Azula would have lost the Final Agni Kai no matter what. Here's why:

Azula is insecure. That's why she takes cheap shots. She did it with Katara, and she did it with Aang in CoD, AND she did it with Iroh striking him with lightning. One could even argue that her behavior in CoD foreshadows some of what happens in the Agni Kai, where in CoD, Katara fights Azula, and Zuko saves her, whereas in the Final Agni Kai, Zuko fights Azula and saves Katara. It's a little mismatch of dynamics.

Azula cheating (constantly), is a staple of dishonorable behavior, which I think is interesting.

We see her "play with her food" like a cat, with the Dai Lee and other opponents she encounters. She tricks them and manipulates them and there's no threat. Killing Aang with lightning was SUPREMELY stupid on her part, and she wouldn't have done it unless she was cornered. She didn't even stick around to make sure he was dead or have any of them followed-- because she was scared. Zuko NEVER flees in fights out of fear. He doubles down like a lunatic and tries to get himself killed instead. Azula is not willing to risk her life, and that's why she's a worse fighter. The insecurity gets to her head and she psychs herself out

Azula has a lot of fire power (lol), but Zuko has the heart and commitment to see actions through to the end. That's why he would have won, had Azula not cheated.

By the end, they were evenly matched in firepower anyway. They did the Raging Line of Flames Competing Colors thing and met in the middle, and stayed there. That's how animation tells us about their ability.

Azula's seat of power in her firebending is spite and fear. She's not even mad, bro.

Zuko's seat of power, at the end, is light and life and love. One is a powder keg that runs out after you blow it up once, and the other is like an oil fire in a parking lot. There's essentially infinite fuel there.

Zuko would have certainly outlasted her. And did, if you think about it. Because she panicked.

Azula's entire persona is a mask, just as Zuko's bravado and pettiness in the first season was a mask. (Funny, that he can only be himself when he's hidden the scar with the blue spirit mask, therefore freeing himself of the shame and the mark that brands him as a villain)

They show us that Azula's mask is not only slipping, but cracking, crumbling in the mirror scene. That's why it's there: to show the audience that all of her running has finally caught up with her.

This world that Azula created has been a sham from the beginning. Castles in the sky to make up for what she lacks: love.

Which is why she would never win against Zuko if they both reached their full potential, as they did during the comet.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

EVERYONE SEEMS TO HAVE MOVED ON SO WELL, ITS LIKE NO ONE EVEN CARES THAT SHES GONE. ISNT ANYONE ELSE FUCKING MAD? OR CONFUSED? I WILL TEAR THIS WHOLE WORLD APART FOR AN ANSWER, SINCE NO ONE ELSE SEEMS TO WANT TO.

[the-heros-sidekick]

❝ went looking for a creation myth, ended up with a pair of cracked lips. ❞

He feels it first at the back of his neck. A buzzing, like the crackling of electricity underneath his skin, reverberating against the hollow of his skull. Something is knocking, making its presence known: A particular kind of evil that had snuck into Stiles’ mind once already, stealing away control over his body. Condemning him to sit back, trapped in his own mind, rendering him powerless. Doomed to watch in horror as his  blood-stained hands wielded sharpened blades against those he loved. They’d gotten him out, though nearly at the cost of his own life—a sacrifice Stiles had been more than willing to make, so long as no one else would get hurt because of him. And yet something must have stayed behind, lodged into the membrane of his skull like a shard of glass. For the longest time he’d managed to keep the horrors contained to only haunt him in the dead of night, leaving him sleep deprived and wrung out, every nerve ending scraped thin. But now, even the light of day no longer offers refuge for Stiles to feel safe. Long gone is the once obnoxiously loud, carefree kid—left in its stead is a man carrying himself with caution, treading quietly across the space between other people’s reality and what lies beyond. He knows there are demons out there listening, waiting for an opportunity to exploit any sign of weakness—a door left slightly ajar, perhaps, much like the door to Stiles’ mind they’d never managed to close. The feeling of impending doom crescendos and Stiles, feeling sick to his stomach with fear, clings desperately to the words he repeats to himself like a mantra. "Nothing gets in unless you let it.” But the words turn to ash in his mouth, memories of past experiences proving him a liar. 

an exploration of Teen Wolf's 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐊𝐈—𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐄 who, after leaving Beacon Hills behind, settled down in New York where he's now considered the FBIs golden boy ― crafted for @fakevz. following canon events of the show with additional headcanons. low activity & very crossover friendly. minors dni. this blog operates in english only. est. 2014 ♗ ©

𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐍: loss of innocence ⊹ comedic sidekick ⊹ overcoming demonic possession ⊹ a morally gray world ⊹ undying loyalty ⊹ survivor's guilt ⊹ agent of chaos ⊹ deflecting with humor

✧  𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 ✧ 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 ✧ 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒

I think I've loved you since I met you. I just mistook it for curiosity.

Ever since I first laid eyes on you, I felt this unquenchable need to know you. I blamed it on ulterior motives, justified it because I needed something from you, because you held the answers I was looking for, because no one else was able to help but you. Looking back on it now though, I'm starting to think that maybe some part of me knew right from the start, that first night I stumbled upon you in the woods, what took me years to see: Maybe my heart recognized that it was going to love you right away, and I spent the years to come catching up with what it knew right from the start. That it was always going to be you. How could it ever have been anyone else? Through mayhem and bloodshed, through fear and loss, through grief and sleepless nights, you were the one constant that remained. When I lost sight of everything—first myself, then reality, then hope—you were the one guiding my way like a beacon, or a north star. If I've ever known peace, it's in all the moments that your hand has touched mine and that your arms have held me tirelessly, putting your body like a shield between me and every inkling of danger. Of all the late-night wonderings of trying to make sense of the last decade (and failing), what remains is this singular thought: At least it was you. At least it was me. At least it was us, together. I'd bear it all a million times over if it meant I got to hold your hand at the end of it all. You are the moment of quiet at the end of a long day, you are breathless laughter, you're the patch of sunlight filtering in through the window that I stand in to warm myself. You are everything good in this world and living proof that there is hope despite it all, and I love you beyond measure.

[jalluzas-ferney]

I don’t think this is an unpopular opinions but lowkey fannon kailor is sm better than cannon kailor.

(Read the tags)

[dukeofthomas]

I don't want Jason as a declawed version of himself, all 'murder Is Wrong' and part of the batfam, but I also don't want him as an evil 'I blow up schools and shoot people for fun' villain.

I also once saw someone say a big part of the divesiveness here comes from how Robin!Jason and Red Hood!Jason are practically different characters. If you want villainous Red Hood, you make Robin Jason more aggresive, angrier, you make him more like what he'll become as an adult. And if you like Jaybin, you explain his murders and mistakes as side-effects of the pit and make Red Hood nicer and more agreeable, like how he wss before.

But I feel like both are a disservice to his character, but the 2 extremes of him are also really hard to reconcile.

[annn-starrr]

their love story hurts me so bad. if someone asks me "damn, who hurts you?" it's them. they hurt me. they are so "loving you is a losing game" coded. the way no matter what path she took, she will always be on the path that is against him. and lovers who HAD to be on the opposite side in any kind of event could actually kill me on the spot. I'm not even attempting to joke around rn. the way their nature is opposed to each other but they were still drawn by each other. LIKE HE KNEW WHO SHE WAS AND STILL PATIENTLY WAITING FOR HER TO COME CLEAN WITH IT HERSELF. HE DIDN'T FORCE HER LIKE HE DID WITH OTHERS. AND THE WAY THEY'RE NOT EVEN ENEMIES, THEIR NATURE FORCED THEM TO BE ONE. SOMEONE TAKE THEM AWAY FROM ME, I CAN'T BREATH WHEN I'M READING THEIR SCENES. I JUST CAN'T

[mewkwota]

I am continuing my current Xeno-train of thought with learning another character, this time it's my favorite male character, chaos.

I feel like I got him down pat with his Episode I look because it's just absolutely perfect, but everything else I was experimenting more with his range in expression as the later games fiddled around with that... As in, I will not forgive what they did to him in Episode II. :(

The ahoge is the last remaining source of his powers (and feelings).

Otherwise I mean for his face to look the face with each design.

[tetzoro]

the day the earth stood still is the day i felt your presence leave it, and then every day after that.

[humming-fly]

do you fw he/they greedling

I mean when referring to the collective greedling character it's more of a 'they/them' situation isn't it? :P

[nerdie-faerie]

I'm once again thinking about the missed opportunities to have Klaus and Kol bond more. Part of Klaus' whole motivation as a vampire is to get his werewolf part back and to finally be stronger than Mikael (sort of, I'm simplifying) both of which can be obtained by breaking his curse. But Kol? Kol is the only other original that can relate to having a fundamental part of themself ripped away from them. Klaus might not have known he was a werewolf until he killed, but he likely still had a connection he couldn't explain, as evident by him going to watch the wolves transform. And something he'd never been able to explain was now gone. He might only be able to realise the connection afterwards through its absence.

Kol though. Kol had grown up with magic, a connection to nature and the world around him in a way the rest of his siblings supposedly didn't have. And then he gets turned. And not only has his baby brother died, his father has just murdered him and the rest of his siblings after forcing them to drink human blood, which he'll later learn. Now, not only does he have to deal with the grief of Henrik's death and also his own but also the loss of his magic. A loss that's likely only worsened by Kol being a self-proclaimed child prodigy.

Kol is pretty much the only one who could understand what Klaus is going through with the binding of his wolf. We know Kol searched for ways to get his magic back/carry on practicing magic in the same way that Klaus was looking for ways to break his curse. While Klaus likely could still feel his wolf there despite being bound, Kol has no access to his magic anymore. I just think they should've been able to bond or connect over their shared loss of an intrinsic aspect of their selves at the hands of their parents

[itsnobodysproblem]

Most Sherlock Holmes adaptations I've seen tend to place their Final Problem towards the mid point of the series (or even a bit earlier) - it's also in my opinion the best way of going about it, so you have time enough for the characters to adjust after the reunion but they know each other well enough for the events of Fina to be devastating.

Sherlock & Co is done with 20 of the adventures. How many are there? Fifty-something? Almost sixty? Let's say we'll be entering mid-point territory after the 25th story.

So let's pretend for a moment that we have 5 more stories until The Final Problem. Ok.

Estimating an adventure at 3 episodes each, that would mean little over 3 months - maybe 3 and a half? Starting, of course, from the end of Sign of Four, which will be somewhere in December.

So let's say 3, maybe 4 months into 2025. That would be, what? Late march, early april?

Early april?

John having to tell the listeners that Sherlock is dead, in early april?

Quick calendar searck reveals what I was praying it would - the 1st of april will be on a Tuesday next year.

So what I'm saying

What I'm saying is Sherlock &Co has the opportunity to do the funniest fucking thing

[dearmyloveleys]

aw man reading this portion in the first bit of mdzs in the og text, giving it my own translation and feeling bittersweet:

[WWX]

“魏无羡提起湿淋淋的手掌，就着溪水，一点一点抹去这不知是在嘲笑谁的粉饰。

并非无法承受。毕竟当初做出选择时，就已无比清楚，今后将面对的是什么道路。只记住云梦江氏教给他的东西，记住那一句家训——“明知不可而为之”。

只是自以为心若顽石，却终究人非草木。”

Wei Wuxian raised a wet palm by the stream. Bit by bit, he wiped away the powder makeup, its deriding laughter he wasn’t sure was directed at whom.

It was not that he couldn’t bear it. After all, when he made the decision back then, there was nothing clearer, about what the path he’d face thereafter would be like. He only remembered the things that Yunmeng Jiang Sect taught him, remembered that one line of the Sect motto — “Turn what you know is impossible into a possibility.”/“Attempt it even when you know it’s impossible.”

It was only that he thought the heart was like stone, but at the end of it all, people still were not plants and trees.