#Mango area shooting

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FIR Against Nine Suspects in Jamshedpur’s Shaktinath Singh Murder Case

Shaktinath Singh was shot dead in Shantinagar; FIR lodged against nine individuals, including a local Congress leader. A man was shot dead in Jamshedpur’s Mango area, and an FIR has been filed against nine suspects, including a local Congress leader. JAMSHEDPUR – Shaktinath Singh, also known as W. Singh, was shot dead by criminals on Monday night in the Shantinagar area of Mango. The police have…

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There was never a rat in the Van Der Linde Gang

I'm gonna be honest. Micah is a conniving snake. But there was never a rat.

Why did Blackwater fail? Dutch killed a mother in cold blood and then a massacre happened. The money was a set up and Dutch took the bait. Pinkertons swarmed the area and even Landon Rickets was there.

How did they find them at Horseshoe? By chance the Pinkertons found Arthur and Jack fishing, but was it really by chance? What happens in chapter 2?

A bar fight where fucking everyone in town is there, which afterwords Dutch is there

You sprang Sean free and there are bounty hunters who flee, you seriously don't think they talked??

Oh yeah, ARTHUR AND MICAH SHOOT UP A FUCKING TOWN

John killing Micah led to Ross and Fordham finding him. Any of the missions I mentioned practically led Milton and Ross to finding Arthur near Horseshoe.

How did the Gray/Braithewaite scheme fail?

The Grays knew what they were doing and so did the Braithewaites. They played both families instead of just one and instead of LYING LOW. Dutch's vanity, ego and sense of wanting petty revenge against Confederate white trash caused Sean to be killed and Jack to be abducted.

How did Saint Denis fail?

Dutch played Bronte in his own city, refused a favor(you do NOT refuse the Mob asking a favor) which caused the set up, then Bronte's murder and finally the Bank Robbery which they knew they were there.

The common theory is someone from the gang snitched and talked to the Pinkertons. Who exactly ? Micah ? Well, Agent Milton said they picked up Micah AFTER they came back from Guarma, so it could not have been him. Molly ? Again, Milton said they did pick her up (not mentioned when), but she did not say anything. I have also read theories that it might have been Agibail who snitched to which my response is - pure BS.

The truth is, nobody snitched, nobody talked. Yes. Yet the reaction of the Pinkertons was insanely fast, as if they knew the robbery was going to go down. How you wonder ? Well, it's simple. It's a long one, but have a read.

From the very beginning of the game, Dutch has been claiming that they are a few steps ahead of everyone else, but his arrogance proved to be the downfall. You see, the Pinkertons are not as dull and foolish as Dutch claim them to be, they are extremely efficient as a detective agency proven by the fact that they tracked down Arthur in Valentine. Now, when the gang moved to Clemens Point near Rhodes, the Pinkertons lost their trail for a while. However the gang contradicted their own plan of staying low by creating a huge chaos in Rhodes after killing both the Gray's and the Braithwaite's (best mission in the game btw). As soon as the word spread of the massacre of both the families in Rhodes all over the place, the Pinkertons connected the dots and knew that it could be the Van Der Lind gang who created the fuss and if so, they must be camping somewhere near Rhodes. Nonetheless, they found the gang hideout after sniffing around, a day or two after the Braithwaite massacre. At this point Agent Milton knew these bunch of people would not be too hard to find as all you need to do is to sniff around an area where there has been murder and madness.

Now to Saint Denis, Dutch dismissed Hosea's idea and went after Angelo Bronte just after the failed trolley station robbery. If he listened to Hosea, hit the bank at once, then vanished, the Pinkertons would have never caught on and they would be harvesting mango's in Tahiti. But a failed trolley station robbery followed by a huge shootout in the city killing dozens of cops then followed by a kidnapping and murder of the most powerful man in the city was enough chaos for the Pinkertons to realize it's the Van Der Lind gang. So they knew the gang is around this city and increased security in Saint Denis hoping that the next time they attempt a robbery, it would be the endgame. That is why as soon as the bank robbery started, the Pinkertons were all over the place.

It is also easy to explain why Hosea was captured and Abigail escaped. While causing the distraction, both of them did not realise how fast the response is going to be. The Pinkertons caught Hosea as his face along with other male members of the gang was known to them, specially Hosea, Dutch and Arthur as they have been the oldest members of the gang. But Abigail at this point was unknown to them so it was easy for her to walk right past them without them realizing.

Why did the gang fell?

Micah got into Dutch's ear, Hosea died and Arthur got sick.

Micah promised him riches and the glorious scores that appealed to Dutch's ego and vanity. But he wasn't the rat.

If he did rat, he was playing Dutch and the Pinkertons to get the Blackwater money and the money for turning in Dutch.

However.

It was all Dutch.

Dutch. killed Cornwall in broad fucking daylight. Arthur sprung John out of prison, they blew up a fucking bridge, Dutch led the Natives to their doom, Colm's execution turned into a bloodbath, an attack on the Oil Refinery which led to the deaths of Colonel Favors and Eagle Flies and to top it all with robbing the military. It's no fucking wonder the Pinkertons found them.

There was no rat. The Pinkerton’s were actually just good at their jobs. Micah being a rat makes no sense if you actually think about it. There’s NO WAY the pinkertons would have been ok with the death of Leviticus Cornwall as he was paying their wages. Micah and Dutch planned to kill him together. There’s also the fact that Micah straight up killed Pinkertons in the firefight that ensued cornwall’s death. Micah was an asshole but not a rat. Watch that scene with Milton and Arthur again…Milton would have most likely let Arthur go with that false information but Arthur decided to attack him. There was never a rat, they got played.

It's a combination of things on why they all failed.

Reason 1. Dutch's vanity and ego. Dutch desperately needed to be seen as this great American hero. He cares more of the thrill of “one last score” it’s all about his ego and how he has to be seen as this Evelyn Millerian figure. This great American Literature hero when he’s really as bad as the greed that he says poisons America. He never cared about the people in the gang. It was the prestige of the name "The VAN DER LINDE Gang" HIM. He wanted to be seen as this infamous outlaw and righteous leader. He didn't care about the people in the gang. Arthur? He was dying and he didn't care. John? He wanted him to hang. Abigail? He left her behind the first chance he got. Micah killed Susan RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM and Dutch didn't care. He considerd Mary-Beth, Pearson and Uncle leaving as a betrayal. Dutch never cared for the people within the VDL Gang. He cared what they could do for him and the glory they could bring him. It was never of settling down to become farmers, it was always about the thrill of being an outlaw the that great big score.

There are a lot of people who think if Hosea never died, then Dutch never would've lost it. He was always bad. He just had good ways of masking it. Hosea failed at every venture to talk out of getting Dutch to see sense and avoid bloodshed. If Hosea lived, there is a very good chance that Dutch would've lost it and had Hosea killed. Either it would've been an accidental death like he tried by leaving Arthur behind, he would've went into full paranoid mode "You're trying to undermine me and take the group from me" and order Hosea to draw his gun and then shoot him. Like Hosea said "You'll damn us all" and he did.

Reason 2. Loyalty to a fault.

Loyalty held the gang together. Loyalty was what Dutch valued - blind, obedient loyalty. “He had a plan,” after all.

Doubt broke the gang apart. Dutch became suspicious, uncertain of the faith of even his most dedicated friends. This undermined the entire operation and caused its eventual downfall.

“You’ll betray me, Arthur,” Dutch says, “You’re the type.” Dutch couldn’t be more wrong on that account.

Micah is named by the Pinkertons as a rat, but according to them, he wasn’t approached until after they’d returned from Guarma. So, by that timeline, the Pinkerton’s hadn’t needed a rat to foil their plans in Blackwater, or to find Arthur fishing by the side of a stream, or for the bank robbery in Saint Denis.

The Pinkertons always knew where Dutch was and what he was up to. They didn’t need a rat, especially not after their return from Guarma. So, why drop Micah’s name?

Well, the Pinkertons knew the gang was scrambling, that they were on the run, and that it was damn near impossible to arrest one of them at a time without a successful rescue of said gang member, ie Micah, John, Abigail and Sean. They are not the local sheriff’s office, after all. They are the federals and they want Dutch Vander Linde done in for good.

Staring down the barrel of a gun, why would a Pinkerton agent spill their collateral to the enemy? Arthur wasn’t even asking for any information at the time. Why would this agent, in his dying moments, tell Arthur that Micah was the rat?

Unless the agent knew the gang was on thin ice, and that loyalty was all that was keeping it together. He introduced what he hoped would be a final blow to the gang, accomplishing post-huminously what had been his career goal in life.

Also, why would Micah become an informant after Guarma? What were the promising him? After all, he stuck with Dutch and formed a new gang after Arthur died. He never took a big cut from the government and ran. He was a brown-noser and an asshole, but stood nothing to gain from becoming a rat.

Arthur hated Micah, so he took the bait. He wanted a reason to hate him, to have him kicked out of the gang. Micah was pragmatic and greedy and he hardened Dutch’s humanitarian side - the side that Arthur valued. But, Micah being a rat wasn’t the truth.

After all, we know who became a rat - John Marston.

Arthur’s readiness to believe a Pinkerton’s dying words proved the point of the narrative - the gang fell apart because they lost faith in Dutch, and because Dutch grew jealous and fearful as their doubts became apparent.

Loyalty kept the gang together, and its absence tore the gang apart.

Reason 3. "We didn't need a rat. We got sloppier than the town drunk."

The gang was careless. It got sloppy and their overconfidence and ego was their downfall.

Micah wasn’t the cause of their downfall he simply hastened it. The game tells you from the opening titles how it’s going to end and why. It mentions that the remaining gangs are being hunted down and destroyed with the word underlined for emphasis. It was always going to end in their demise, it just happened quicker than it would have because they got sloppy, careless, conceited, and arrogant.

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MY LOVE, MINE ALL MINE — CARMEN BERZATTO 1. BUTTERSCOTCH — you finally say hello to a familiar face in the city after a little girl bumps into you. (2.7k) masterlist | next | taglist

Carmen keeps track of the running grocery list in his head:

Green onions? Check. Shallots? Check. Rolled oats? Check.

“Alright,” he huffs into the phone, a stupid thing tucked snug between his shoulder and jaw.

“Carm, I’m serious—”

“Nat, I got it, alright? I’ll call the fuckin’ guy.” Strawberries? Check. Eggs? Check. “I’m at the store, ‘n I’ll be back, ‘n then I’ll call him. It’s fine.” Dino nuggets? Check. That way-too-sugary cereal Sofia likes—? Even though he wishes Richie never gave it to her—? Check, check, check, so fuckin’ checked. “Now, do you wanna talk to—”

He looks to his side, where Sofia once stood with chubby little fingers hooked on the cart, that raggedy old stuffed animal always caught in the other fist. Gone. Carmen’s heart stops and catches in his throat. 

Natalie’s voice again, much quieter now that the phone’s not at his ear. “Hello?”

He doesn’t even hear his sister, doesn’t process her words.

He turns around. “Sof?” But she’s not there.

He tries again, facing forward, a little louder. “Sofia?” Nothing. “Fuck,” he mumbles to himself, ending the call without a second thought. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck—” 

He shoves his phone into his pocket, abandons the cart altogether, pokes his head into the aisle over. “Sofia.” Nothing. “Shit—”

He can’t breathe. A closed fist shoots to his chest to try and soothe the droughted ache. The ceiling’s closing in from above, every aisle looks the same, his feet are too heavy to carry him fast enough through the store.

Where’s his fuckin’ kid?

You’re spooked out of a fatigued trance by a clumsy little girl at your feet in the produce section. 

She can’t be older than four, her chubby little face framed by golden brown curls, dressed in a cute little black dress and pink tights, ballet flats to boot. By her hand is a well-loved stuffed animal: an orange tabby cat with lint fuzzies along its body, teetering on the edge of the display about to fall into the lettuce.

“Well, hello,” you start.

She peeks up at you through stray curls with a grin. “Hi.”

You do a quick scan of the immediate area but spot nothing other than a worker stocking bananas twenty feet away, another pushing a cart of mangoes. “Where’d you come from, hm?” You perch down next to her and try to offer a warm smile to keep her calm.

“I’m here with my daddy.”

“Yeah? Where’s he at?”

Her lips, shiny with drool, puff into a pout. “I…” Her little voice wobbles, and you know that fucking wobble, that precursor to something uncontrollable and wretched, and for a split second you consider letting her cry, just on the off chance her dad hears it.

But you come to your senses: it’ll take all but five, no more than ten minutes to cover the entire store ground. You graze your hand by her back and offer her the sorry excuse for a cat. “Hey, don’t worry, it’s alright. I’ll help you.”

“B-But…” Those pretty brown eyes of her turn glassy, ready for tears, and her lip quivers, her cheeks puff out.

“I’ll help you find him, okay? We’ll wait right here, and I promise he’ll find you. We won’t leave this spot til he does.”

She hesitates before she nods, gives you a warbled, “Okay.”

You give her your name—something you read or heard from word of mouth, how putting a name to your face makes you more trustworthy. “What’s yours?”

“...Sofia.”

“Sofia,” you repeat. “That’s a very pretty name.”

The dimples that come through with her smile have you swooning, your chest filling with something sweet. A supercut you’ve long since abandoned flits through one of the best and worst years you’ve endured: kisses at the door for hello and goodbye, chilly Chicago mornings spent in someone else’s sheets, serving coffee in thick handmade mugs and being thanked for it with lips pressed to your cheek. But that was a year ago, and it’s long gone. You’re better off now—occupied with work, and running a business, and trying new things, and finding comfort in the solitude of an apartment that’s filled with nothing but the smell of coffee grounds.

Your pointer finger lifts her toy’s head: “And who’s this?”

“Butterscotch,” she says, Butter sounding a whole lot like Buttah.

“Yeah? Where’d you come up with that name?”

“My daddy’s a chef, he teached it to me.”

A chef, you hum, No wonder he’s here at seven in the morning.

And you do just about everything you’d want someone to do if this were your kid: you keep her right where she is like you promised her, you listen to all her stories she has with Butterscotch, you answer the silly questions she asks while she holds your finger in a squishy hand and bears a gummy smile.

Until—

A man wrought with stress approaches. Fitted white tee, loose denim on his hips, beat up Nikes that’ve probably seen better days. Golden brown curls like the little girl’s, only thicker, darkened with age, and half-straightened, probably from the way he runs his fingers through them like he does as he walks toward you and the girl. Buff arms, built shoulders, and they’re littered with tattoos…

Not what you expected. And he looks so fucking familiar, yet you can’t put your finger on it—

“Sofia,” he huffs, and she scurries over to him in tiny yet quickened steps and jumps into his arms, his eyes closing and brows furrowing with a relief that’s palpable as he tucks his nose into her swirling hair. “What’d I tell you about comin’ to the store w’me, huh?” A veiny hand with the letters S O U inked on the fingers cups the back of her head as he sways her from side to side, failing to give her much of a stern look at all despite his frustration. “You gotta stay by my side, I told you, you’ll get lost.”

“But I wasn’t lost, Daddy,” she pouts, “I was right here, and—and I had to find Butterscotch, and you—you weren’t there—”

“Okay,” he soothes, rubbing his hand along her back before he thumbs away budding tears from her fleshy cheeks. “Okay, hon…” He props her at his hip. “It’s okay. You’re okay. You just scared me ‘s all, alright? Didn’t know where you were, had me lookin’ all over for you.”

“...I’m sorry,” she mumbles, clearly upset, nuzzling into her dad’s shoulder as he presses a sweet kiss to her head.

He looks to you, then, and you lend him a sympathetic smile.

“Sorry about her, she’s, uh…” He peeks at her, so lovingly— “She can be a handful sometimes.”

“No, don’t apologize, she was great.” Your eyes drift to his hands. They’re big, strong, like he knows what to do with them around the house, with a baby girl...with her mother, too, though you wonder where that stands. You try not to. “She’s talkative, makes for a fun conversation. A great storyteller, too.”

He smiles, and it’s hearty, with a twitch of a brow as he draws just a bit closer—it’s slight, so slight you almost think you’re imagining things. “Think so? She doesn’t usually, um…doesn’t usually wanna talk to people, y’know?” He hikes her up again, and she turns so that she’s facing you. “Get all grumpy, don’t ya, Sof? Like with your Uncle Richie?”

“But she’s nice,” she chimes in, lifting her head from his shoulder and leaving the cat’s head peeking through. “Not mean like he is.”

Again with that smile, he looks at her with raised brows, bobs her up and down as he holds her tight, like she’s his entire world. “Yeah?” He shoots you back a look, half-impressed. “You don’t wanna see him today, huh?”

“No,” she grumbles, face smushed into his tee. “Can she come to work with us instead?”

“Sof…” He scoffs, cocking his head to the side, and his eyes dart between you and his girl. “That’s not—we can’t just—”

“Pretty please, Daddy…” She pouts at him, pulls on his neck with her arms looped around it, starts trying to lean back to stir up trouble but his hands hold her firm to his torso. “You said Eva and Vivi can’t play today…”

“I—I know, hon— . . . It’s just— . . .” Kissing his teeth, he contemplates for a moment. “She probably has work to do, y’know? Just like I have to work? And how sometimes you can’t come with me?”

“Where does she work?”

“Uhhh…” In an awkward pause, he seems to realize the dilemma. The expectant glance your way is almost painful. “Shit,” he hisses, holding Sofia with one hand to run fingers through his hair, “I’m sorry, I should’ve—I should introduce myself, right?” The pained look on his face makes you think the question is genuine, and he offers his right hand to you— “I’m Carmen, but, um, most people just call me Carmy.”

It clicks: He’s Carmen Berzatto. Not just some guy or some chef in the grocery store you’ve happened to meet, but the guy. The guy who owns the fine dining joint across the street from your cafe; the guy who showed up to the city a few years ago only to revamp his family-owned sandwich shop in its entirety; the guy you’d heard so much about from the gossip around the block between vendors; the guy who left his roots to be something so much bigger than anyone could’ve imagined; the guy who came back with a reputation with none to rival and a shattered family in its shadow. The prodigal son of Chicago. You heard of him but never met.

“Y-Yeah, right, right,” you nod, stumbling for the right words. “I thought you looked kinda familiar.” You take his hand graciously as you give him your name. His handshake is firm, solid, sure of himself, with a callused palm and dry skin and cracked knuckles, an inked-on hand with a knife through its palm on the back of his hand. “You own The Bear, right?”

“I do.” Sheepish, like it’s embarrassing to be successful.

“Cool, cool, I’ve, um, I’ve heard a lot of good things about it, but I’ve never been.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Something warm in your belly comes to the surface and you try to drown it. “I own the cafe across the street—? Just a, uh, a smaller place—” You shake your head as if to dismiss the thought of him even knowing about it. “I dunno if—”

“No, no, yeah, I know that one, a few doors down—” he nods, fervently— “Etta’s, right?”

You smile. He knew of it so quick, with so little detail you want to think it means something. “Yeah, that’s the one.” For fuck’s sake, the guy probably just likes to support his local businesses. Get a grip.

“My sister loves that place, goes there all the time. But I, uh…” A soft smile at his girl. “I don’t usually have much time to go myself…”

“Yeah, I can imagine you’re pretty busy with her.” Unless her mom is in the picture…?

But he doesn’t take the bait—he only smiles, hums with a subtle nod, gives Sofia a pat on the back to get her attention, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Hey, cub, guess what?”

She comes to only slightly, with pale blonde locks like angel’s hair tickling Carmen’s neck. Grumbles something akin to a Hm?

“You know those chocolate chip muffins you like? The ones your Aunt Natalie gets for you?”

Her curls are already caught in her eyelashes. “With the sparkles on top?”

He gives you a knowing look: sugar, not sparkles. “Yes, with the sparkles. Did you know our new friend here runs that shop?”

Her head perks up with a gasp. “What?” Her excitement is so soft, and she can’t even stave off a smile now, tiny teeth shining through to show the dimples in her cheeks again.

“You heard me.”

From her mouth is only a whisper, a doe-eyed look targeted right at you. “No way.”

You smile at her. “Yes way.”

She puts on those puppy dog eyes, looks at Carmen with a pout as she tugs on him again. “Daddy, can we please—”

 In one fell swoop, his hand whisks her hair out of her face. “Uh-uh. Nice try.”

Oh, but she’s a stubborn one. “But please—”

“Not today, baby, we gotta finish shopping, hm? Then go to work?” His eyes dart to meet yours in a knowing glance, a silent apology and excuse to leave. “Maybe I’ll ask Aunt Natalie to get them for you tomorrow. How’s that sound?”

She huffs and buries herself into his neck again, turning away from you now that she’s in a surly mood.

“Okay,” he sighs, smiling to himself, and you can’t deny the comfort in seeing his little girl so cozy with him, like he’s either the only parent around, or he’s really just that good of a father—and husband, or fianc��, or boyfriend, or whatever he might be. You don’t know if you should feel guilty for wanting to pry.

The conversation lulls to a hesitant stop, like neither one of you is sure how to bid farewell—or whether you want to do so at all.

“Y’know,” he starts, with a finality to his tone, “I’ve still gotta—”

“Yeah, me too—”

“And I left the cart in the other aisle—”

“Right, right, of course—”

“And they need me at the—”

“Same here, I need to, uh—”

“Right, yeah, so um—”

“Yeah—”

“I guess I should—”

“Probably—”

“And, uh—…”

“It was nice to meet you, though,” you finish, maybe a little too enthusiastic for only having just done so minutes ago.

But if it were, Carmen doesn’t show it. “Yeah, it was nice to meet you, too. I’ll, uh…I’ll see you around.”

You offer a softened smile. “Guess so.”

And he leaves you with a curt nod before he turns around with Sofia’s face smushed into his shoulder, her arms loosely wrapped around his neck to leave Butterscotch hugged to the nape of it. That’s all you see, then: just a beaten up stuffed animal and springy golden curls as Carmen rounds the corner of the aisle, your breath gone short and face gone warm by the end of it.

Half of it, you’re sure, is the simple brevity of it all: consoling a lost child, to chatting with her father, to finding out he’s a business neighbor. And against your better judgment, the other half of it is a twinge of attraction to him.  Even though he has a kid, and he may very well be married, or at least in a relationship, and by the looks of it, stressed out of his goddamn mind…

But there’s just something about him.

The way he was worried about his daughter like he’s supposed to be, the way he holds her and dotes on her and rubs her back like it’s nothing but natural to him, the heartwarming smile that reaches his eyes just by looking at his precious girl. The hard-earned strength in his hands and arms, the symbolic imagery of his tattoos that you’ve yet to dwell upon in late night hours, the awkward demeanor about him like he doesn’t know if he’s allowed to talk to you—or if he even knows how. And all this, you see in a man working down the street, a man you’ve never spoken to until today, who could be the worst person in the world for all you know.

You don’t, is the thing. You don’t know his middle name, or his favorite color, or favorite food, or where he’s even worked, really, other than here in Chicago. You don’t know if Sofia’s mother is still around, or whatever happened to her if she isn’t, or if it’s a topic he breaches freely or not at all.

You don’t know enough about him yet to judge. You don’t know much at all. You don’t know if you want to, whether it’ll send you head first into a mess of pasts not unlike the one you’ve been trying to crawl out of alone for the past grueling months, if it’d upturn all the good you’ve tried to make stick.

But if there’s one thing you do know, it’s that you want to see him again. 

And that you’ll have to make a batch or two of muffins first.

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Deep dive into my perspective on gender identity ideology (GII) & my response to an anon regarding "autogynephilia" [this includes the article above]

Argument for Using "Cis-Identifying"

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Survivor of abuse, CSA + captivity, trafficking in my teens where I was forced into porn as a minor, the Pulse Nightclub shooting in Orlando 2016, and more. I am no longer affected by any of these in any negative psychological manner. I own my past, every moment of it, and wouldn't change a thing I've experienced. What I often tell people is, "I'm not glad it happened; I'm glad I was there."

I got my Bachelor's in Neuroscience/Neuropsych, used to work in a top neuro research lab, and have been a coauthor on a peer-reviewed scientific journal publication. I wrote my undergraduate thesis on POTS, ADHD, some of the relevant epigenetics, and norepinephrine dysregulation. I was diagnosed with Ehlers-Danlos & POTS in 2015, before pretty much anyone had heard of them (including most doctors). My POTS is very well-managed now, but chronic pain from EDS is more of a struggle. I recently went for testing for EDS subtype and was diagnosed with Type IV/vascular-type EDS (VEDS).

I practice "witchcraft" (kind of...) as a form of artistic expression. I don't subscribe to any literal metaphysical/supernatural/whatever set of beliefs or narrative, and have had a lifelong inability to believe in such things, but I am passionate about lesbian-centered/lesbian-exclusive (esp butch & gnc lesbian) witchcraft. I am also using this practice in part to connect further with my ancestors and their culture & way of life, but this would take a full essay to elaborate on/explain.

Adoptee with complex history. Working through a lot of feelings surrounding my ancestry - one birth parent was white, other was almost entirely indigenous Mexican (Nahua), and I have like zero personality traits in common with the former - and the fact that my adoptive family (white) has not always handled things well in raising adopted kids. I only learned my full biological family history as an adult and was lied to by them about it my whole life. Which, looking back it feels like I always knew on some level, as adoptees often seem to, and it puts a lot of my childhood difficulties etc in context. Adoption-critical but not abolitionist - I plan to adopt with my wife in a couple years. I've talked a fair bit about my experiences, adoption trauma, ethical adoption, and more. Check out my tags such as #ethical adoption, #adopted, #adoptee, and so forth (tagged on this post for easy accessibility). BTW, here's a list of native-owned businesses (mostly artists) that I hope to update periodically!

I spent many years surrounded by majority-trans-identifying friends/acquaintances both irl and online, deeply involved in trans spaces & activism, and even identified for a bit & was on T for a while. I am not "uneducated" or unfamiliar with trans-identifying people, their experiences, or gender identity ideology in general. You, like me back then, very probably have been lied to about radfems ("terfs") and what we believe and fight for. I am happy to talk in good faith (provided you do the same) 1 on 1 with anyone who is curious about what we actually believe and what we stand for, what common radfem takes on gender identity ideology & trans identity actually are and why.

I have a history of purely physical sex dysphoria (physical sensation like pain or itching). I got "top surgery" (elective mastectomy) due to this and other reasons: constant painful breast cysts & very large breasts (DDD even when I weighed under 100 lbs). I was not trans-identifying by the time I got this surgery (though I tried to briefly identify as nb/transmasc just bc I felt obligated, but hated it). I have never wanted to be a man socially and genuinely hated the very thought. I came out the womb feminist, got in trouble throughout primary school for fighting boys who tried to pull sexist bullshit, always lowkey believed in female superiority (I mean just look at our biology, lifespans, pain tolerance, the things we've done throughout history despite violent patriarchal oppression...). I spent years preparing myself. I read from & spoke to women who regretted this surgery, challenged myself at every turn, dove deep into my mind and thought processes, tried alternative treatment attempts, worked with a non-affirming therapist, made sure my past traumas were fully healed, and waited until I was in my mid-twenties so my brain was more or less fully matured. I have no regrets about it. I still have some (still purely physical sensation) dysphoria ("phantom male genitals" type of thing) at times, but have come to manage this very well. More on this here.

Formally assessed psychopath & participant in research by leading psychopathy experts (read on before jumping to conclusions). Check out this post and my #psychopathy tag (tagged on this post for easy accessibility) for info, particularly about high-EQ female psychopathy, & to find out everything you think you know about us is wrong 💕 (what you know about male psychopaths is usually right tho 💀)

Note: When it comes to politics, I strive to discuss exclusively that about which I am *uniquely knowledgeable* - by which I mean, essentially, that I (believe I) have something to contribute that is unlikely to be found on every other blog. I do not and will not make posts or reblog posts about topics I do not feel this way about. You are not entitled to know my views on every hot-button issue, and I have no intention of speaking on that which I know little about, or that I don't know enough about (through study or personal experiences) to contribute something you can't get a thousand other places.

Tag Guide (WIP):

#mine -> original posts, including ask responses

#ask -> ask responses only

#anon hate, #anon love -> should be self-explanatory. anon love does include some non-anon love for simplicity.

#catposting, #dogposting, #petposting -> images of cats, dogs, and both, respectively (not always my own)

#Wilder wives -> posts pertaining to me & my wife (last name Wilder)

#mvawg, #mvaw, #male violence -> male violence against women/girls

#ethical adoption -> my takes as an adoptee on the issues within the adoption industry & how adoption can be done ethically

#nahua, #nahuatl, #mexica -> ranges from personal journal style posts about my process of reconnecting with the Nahua community to sharing facts about the language (Nahuatl, pronounce it Nawat) and stories from Mexica mythology etc. posts I make specifically as part of the facts-and-stories series are tagged #indigenous reconstructionism.

#what we believe -> fairly new tag for posts trying to educate on what radfeminism is actually about/damage control for disinformation & misinformation about it

#trans violence -> violence committed by trans-identifying people, including threats of and graphic violent fantasies (primarily misogynistic ones)

#trans misogyny, #trans lesbophobia, #woke misogyny, #woke homophobia, #woke lesbophobia, etc. -> what it says on the tin

[pinkestmenace]

⚔️ (Crossed Swords) - What weapon(s) do they wield or specialize in, if any in particular? Any special properties? Do their weapons have names or epithets? [e.g. MK’s Galaxia, Morpho’s Doomblade]

🧋 (Boba Tea) - Come up with a Kirby Café item themed around your OC! It can be a savoury dish, a drink, a dessert, or something else entirely.

And, of course, a funny one,

⚙️ (Gear) - Do they have any knowledge of, or connections to, the Ancients? What do they think of them?

⚔️ (Crossed Swords) - What weapon(s) do they wield or specialize in, if any in particular? Any special properties? Do their weapons have names or epithets? [e.g. MK’s Galaxia, Morpho’s Doomblade]

There's her club, obviously. Which is exactly what it seems: a big, heavy, pointy object. You can smash things with it. Simple.

Then there's her gauntlets, of course. I've already shown this in a couple drawings, but the gauntlets aren't just for punching hard or giving her bigger hands. The palms can release blasts that serve to repel enemies or boost her. Her boots can do this too, to let her jump high or pivot quickly while wielding her heavy club. She's surprisingly mobile like that even if her wings can't quite carry the weight of her and her club together. She can also still access her dimensional storage while she wears them. (Handy to summon/put her club away quickly or switch weapons on the fly!) The pointer fingers also have the ability to shoot laser blasts. They can only do this when she makes a finger gun gesture, though. That way she can never shoot herself in the hand, just like she has to spread her hands fully to make the palm blasts. By the way, her actual hands are entirely inside the palm area, so her fingers are not inside the gauntlets fingers. Those are solid and entirely mechanical. She operates the gauntlets by pressing sensors inside the palm that correspond to each finger. They are pressure sensitive and give feedback to some extent, so with practice she can bend her gauntlet's fingers exactly as far with exactly as much force as she wants. (So she can actually grab and hold things instead of crushing everything instantly.) Would she name her gauntlets? You know what? She probably does have matching nicknames for them. I haven't come up with anything funny yet, though.

I know it's technically not a weapon, but now that I'm busy talking about her armour I might as well mention her helmet. Olympea, being mothlike, has antennae that give her an excellent sense of smell (for a couple highly specific things). The red parts on top of the 'horns' let air pass through to her antennae inside, which means she's still able to use this even when wearing her helmet. It also leaves space at the back for her wings to move.

🧋 (Boba Tea) - Come up with a Kirby Café item themed around your OC! It can be a savoury dish, a drink, a dessert, or something else entirely.

Aaaah! Coming up with a café food was so difficult! I didn't want to reach for the silly pea soup or club sandwich option again.

Anyway, enter the Mumbo-Jumbo Ice Cream Dream Combo! Made with raspberry, mango, matcha and smurf blue moon ice cream scoops arranged in a row and topped with respectively a galette and ruby chocolate roll, caramel shards and dark cherry, rock candy and lady finger, and salty liquorice rope and toasted mini marshmallows.

⚙️ (Gear) - Do they have any knowledge of, or connections to, the Ancients? What do they think of them?

Considering she lived on Halcandra, which I treat as the main hub of the Ancients before they fell apart into science and magic factions, you bet she does! I actually pepper what little dialogue I've given her with some Jambandran words. Of course, during the period where she was alive and well that wasn't quite Jambandran yet. That didn't come until after the schism, when the magic faction in hiding retained that dialect and the science faction changed until it was no longer recognisable.

But what does she think of them? Well, they're her people and she's one of their heroes, so she wants to keep them safe! She is not good at magic, so she leans towards the science (well, technology and gadgets) side. But just because she isn't very magically gifted doesn't mean she dislikes magic and magic users. If she knew how the tensions between the two camps would grow it would bother her very much.

@kirbyoctournament more 🫛 lore

Masterpost

[queer-eggman]

Rocket Raccoon headcannons in no particular order (here u go @subtlesurise )

Note:

-I have many more

-this takes place in my sort-of-au of the comics where Rocket is married to Lylla, has his 3 sons, and is still a member of the guardians. Let’s begin.

Plays League

Homophonic but only towards Quill

Demisexual & demiromantic

Chronic pain

Insane alcohol and drug tolerance

Super acrobatic but not flexible

Multilingual

30min+ showers

Afraid of hospitals and all med things

Autism, ODD, CPTSD, and ADHD

Can’t swim

Working on generational trauma

Pretends to not love Lylla when others are around

Loves slasher films

Mediocre at best at cooking

Sleeps gun in hand

Can plug himself into a computer to browse it like Nebula

Uses a lot of disabled slurs

Acts of service love language

Total penny pincher

All bones including teeth are metal

Neglects self care for work

Feels like Lylla is the only one who understands him

Only really hates Quill for the bit

Kleptomaniac and pathological liar

Night owl

No biological relation to a raccoon

Shoot first talk later kind of guy

Not very sensitive to others’ problems

Near immortal if parts are replaced

Has been sa’d

Past suicide attempts unsuccessful due to the fact he’s immune to too much shit

Music taste ranges from classic rock the death metal

Fav song is Feel It Still

Publicly slanders the Avengers on Twitter

Eats mangoes with hot sauce (based on a dream I had)

Refuses to take any kind of pain meds

Lets his sons paint his claws (secretly)

Night vision

Constant angry gym teacher attitude

Can never go through airport security

Could not give less of a damn when his son came out

Really hates Shocket bc she didn’t go through the same pain

Sees physical affection as a sign of weakness

Does not know what a furry is

Him and Groot are basically brothers

Doesn’t celebrate his birthday

Had an English to Spanish book with him while Lylla was in labor and when his kids were born he just flipped to a random page and named them like that (she doesn’t know)

Pirates parenting books and then doesn’t follow the advice

Seeing him outside his work area is like spotting a cryptid

His earth ID surname is ‘Rakzoon’ bc he thought raccoon just sounded too on the nose (ref to that one comic where he starts a cult and calls himself Lord Rakzoon)

Sticky note and duct tape obsession

Has no idea Blackjack hates him

Kill count in the hundreds

He’s black like how Piccolo from DBZ is black

Cat person

Doesn’t believe there’s a riotous God bc if there was it would have saved him

If y’all want part 2 or just more info on my au (which connects to my halfworldbuilding posts) just lemme know

[tell-me-a-tale-that-tells]

JUNGLE HEAT

18+ if you're a minor do not read this

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Summary: Tarzan loses his loincloth and discovers his love for exhibitionism.

Warnings: exhibitionism, male masturbation.

Note: This fic was requested by @princeasimdiya12

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Tarzan is swinging from vine to vine, returning home after picking some fresh fruits.

The morning sun is filtering between the thick foliage of the jungle, warming his tanned skin.

The sweet taste of mangoes still lingers on his tongue as he makes his way back to his treehouse.

The chirping of birds fills his ears and the rustling of leaves beneath his feet.

His long, muscular legs pump with each powerful swing, propelling him farther and farther into the heart of the jungle.

Suddenly, a loose vine snaps beneath his weight, launching him in a free fall towards the ground.

With a loud gasp, Tarzan grabs onto another vine just in time to save his life.

He hangs there for a moment, catching his breath and to his horror, he realizes that his loincloth has come undone during the fall.

Embarrassed beyond reason by his nudity, Tarzan searches for his lost garment.

He finds it hanging on a branch and as much as he tries to tie it again around his hips, unfortunately, it's completely torn off now, leaving him exposed anyway.

He knows he has to make his way back home in that state without being seen.

He can't decide the best route to get to his treehouse as fast as possible, the vines are faster but anyone could see him swing fully naked, on feet will take more time but it's somewhat safer.

While he climbs down a large tree, he hears voices coming his way.

Tarzan freezes, his heart pounding in his chest. He recognizes the voices - they belong to his friends, who are probably looking for him.

Frantically, he scans the area for a place to hide, his mind racing with fear and his cheeks burning from embarrassment.

As Tarzan hides behind the tree trunk, he can hear his friends' voices getting closer, their steps audible as they walk on twigs and dry leaves.

His heart is pounding so hard in his chest that he fears even others could hear it.

Tarzan feels a strange sensation as he hears his friends approaching; he feels a twitch in his groin.

He tries to ignore it, and his friends pass by, they continue chatting and laughing, completely oblivious to Tarzan's naked presence.

He holds his breath, praying they won't stop or turn around, but to his relief, they keep going, their voices fading into the distance.

Shaken but relieved, Tarzan takes a moment to steady himself, he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, the comforting smell of the ground fills his nose.

He tries to shake off the strange sensation he feels, blaming it on nerves and adrenaline.

One of his hands sneaks down to touch the patch of hair on his groin, curious about the twitch he felt before.

As he gingerly explores his exposed genitals, he feels a surge of arousal wash over him.

He can't believe it, he's used to strange things as life in the jungle is always an adventure but that...he's turned on by being naked and exposed in the open.

He's not a stranger to arousal, he has experienced it many times before, but always in the safety and privacy of his treehouse.

Using the rough pad of his fingers, he begins to slowly stroke his shaft, feeling the heat and weight of it in his hand.

He hears a twig snapping, his head shoots up and he quickly retracts his hand from his groin, trying to act casual as he looks around, the tingling sensation in his neither regions intensifies.

But another sound catches his attention - the rustling of leaves and the soft thump of footsteps.

Tarzan's heart skips a beat as he realizes his friends must have doubled back on their path. He quickly glances around, looking for somewhere else to hide.

His mind races as he remembers the time they caught him swimming naked in the nearby waterfall, laughing and teasing him mercilessly.

The waterfall could be useful, remembering the small crevice behind the thick curtain of water, he starts moving stealthily in that direction.

His erection is now throbbing painfully, Tarzan feels the weight of it as he moves.

He can't help but fondle himself occasionally, his fingers brushing against the sensitive head of his member.

As Tarzan reaches the waterfall, he quickly slips behind it, pressing his body against the cool stone.

The deafening roar of water covers every other noise, his eyes darting nervously in all directions, but there's no one.

He knows he can't stay hidden forever, but for now, he needs this moment to himself.

With a gentle caress, Tarzan begins to explore his own body, his fingertips tracing the contours of his muscular chest and flat stomach.

His nipples start to harden, thanks to the chilly sprays of water that soothe his burning skin.

His heart races as he dips lower, tracing the trail of hair that leads to his manhood.

With a small groan of pleasure, Tarzan begins to touch himself.

He grips his shaft tightly, feeling the toughness of his palm against the sensitive spots.

His hips begin to move involuntarily as he keeps his hands still and thrusts his hips into his fists, grunting and groaning with each movement.

The sensation is overwhelming, and he feels himself getting closer and closer to release.

His cock jerks and twitches in his hand, leaking a clear, viscous pre-cum.

As Tarzan reaches the peak of his pleasure, he throws his head back, letting out a primal growl that echoes through the stone walls.

His muscles tense, his fists clenching tightly around his shaft as he feels the rush of release washing over him.

Warm, thick cum erupts from his cock, spurting out between his fingers and splashing onto the rock beneath him.

He looks down at the sticky fluid that coats his hand as he catches his breath, he realizes how much he enjoyed masturbating in public.

He washes his hands and groin under the water stream, before cautiously heading back home.

He sneaks past his family and friends until he reaches his treehouse, he tears a piece of fabric and fabricates another loincloth to wear.

He's disappointed that he can't stay naked outside, but maybe in the confinement of his own house, things could change.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Wings of Fire Dragon Guide, Part Three: RainWings and IceWings

This is a RainWing, or rainforest dragon. Their scales can be any color of the rainbow. They can camouflage, have prehensile tails, and can shoot shoot acidic venom from their front fangs, which only a relative's can neutralize. They live in a hidden city among the trees of the Rainforest Kingdom. Their diet consists of mainly fruits, such as pineapples, coconuts, bananas, oranges, mangoes, strawberries, blueberries, etc., but they if it came down to it, they could eat meat, they just prefer not to. Their names can be such as:

Fruits: Pineapple, Coconut, Mango...

Rainforest plants: Liana, Mangrove, Bromeliad, Orchid...

Rainforest animals: Python, Bullfrog, Tamarin, Kinkajou...

Grand or beautiful adjectives: Handsome, Exquisite, Dazzling, Grandeur, Glory...

This is an IceWing, or ice dragon. They have pale white, pale blue, silvery, pale purple, or even opalescent scales. They can withstand freezing temperatures, withstand bright light, radiate a chill from their scales, have serrated claws, and can breathe frostbreath, which when it used on a dragon or plant, can freeze an area, and if untreated, will cause the area to blacken and die. They live in the tundras of the Ice Kingdom, and their diet consists of artic and antarctic animals, such as seals, whales, caribou, polar bears, and orcas, and have been known to eat moss and seafood such as crabs and fish. They have had a hierarchy, which is the Seven Circles for the nobility. They used to have animus dragons, but their last one eloped with a NightWing, and one of their eggs hatched the first NightWing animus (and the most dangerous one) Darkstalker. Their names can be such as:

Arctic and antarctic animals: Narwhal, Mink, Polar Bear, Caribou, Penguin...

Wintery conditions: Arctic, Permafrost...

Winter weather: Snowflake, Hailstorm, Blizzard, Whiteout...

White gems: Diamond, Crystal, Opal...

Ice formations: Glacier, Icicle...

Cold landscapes: Tundra, Fjord...

Words that mean white: Alba, Hvitur...

[mental-mona]

Excerpt:

In ‘Coffee, Juice, Shawarma: Tiny Traces of Normal Life in a Ruined Gaza,’ the NYT attempts to showcase life in the Gaza Strip, where most residents are allegedly “struggling just to survive Israel’s assault on Hamas,” with experts predicting “imminent” famine.

But then the article takes an oddly contradictory turn, painting a strikingly different picture of Gaza life: one of long lines at Chef Warif, a well-known eatery in northern Gaza, where customers queue for “Syrian-style shawarma sandwiches” wrapped in flatbread and topped with the restaurant’s signature garlic sauce.

Chef Warif, located in Gaza City — the same northern area repeatedly described by the publication as on the brink of famine — is thriving. This is the region where, according to recent NYT reports like ‘In Northern Gaza, Hunger Looms Over Daily Existence’ and ‘U.N.-Backed Panel Warns Action Needed in Days to Avert Gaza Famine,’ even milk and water are in desperately short supply.

And yet, the NYT now paints a picture of families queueing up for shawarma, not survival. Customers’ primary complaint? That the meat isn’t as fresh as before the Hamas-led terror attacks on October 7 last year.

The NYT notes the restaurant owner is forced to buy meat “frozen and at steep prices from traders importing it to the Gaza Strip,” which raises the question: why is food so expensive in Gaza when humanitarian aid is entering the territory daily? And, if frozen meat is being imported, why is Israel being accused of preventing goods from crossing the border? On November 18 — the same day this piece was published — 137 humanitarian aid trucks entered Gaza, and over 800 trucks are queued at the border, awaiting pickup by international organizations for distribution.

The real reason for skyrocketing food prices? Hamas. Since the start of the war, Hamas has stolen vast quantities of humanitarian aid, hoarding it and selling it at grossly inflated prices. This isn’t speculation; even the NYT has previously reported how “Hamas has stolen, or tried to steal, aid shipments for its own use,” with accounts of terrorists shooting and beating Palestinians who attempt to take food supplies.

But in this piece, the NYT conveniently glosses over these facts, indulging instead in contradictions. On one hand, we’re told that Gaza’s streets are strewn with “rotting carcasses of horses and dogs,” with the “ground slick with sewage.” Yet just a few sentences later, we’re introduced to a city center where Palestinians relax under “shady trees,” sipping “freshly squeezed mango juice or avocado smoothies,” and chatting over coffee.

The article also insists Gaza is “starving under a near-total Israeli siege” that has “blocked all but a dribble of aid and commercial supplies.” Yet somehow, “Zain’s dessert stand” is bustling, with families lining up for sweet treats. How does a territory described as under “near-total siege” sustain booming dessert sales?

[townpostin]

Jamshedpur Man Shot Dead in Jamshedpur’s Shantinagar Area

Shaktinath Singh, a head clerk at the Swarnarekha Project, was shot dead near his home. Shaktinath Singh, a Swarnarekha Project official in Jamshedpur, was killed near his Mango residence, with links to his brother’s earlier murder. JAMSHEDPUR – Shaktinath Singh, a resident of Shantinagar, Mango, Jamshedpur, was shot dead by criminals near his home. Singh, who worked as a head clerk at the…

[mitrasprayers]

Preventing measures of horticulture crop disease with Orchard and Vineyard sprayer

Horticulture crops such as grapes, pomegranates, oranges, mangoes, apples, and others, are important for farmers and the food industry. However, these crops are vulnerable to many diseases that can significantly reduce their quality and yield. Protecting these crops from diseases is essential for both small and large-scale farmers. One of the most effective ways to prevent crop diseases is by using orchard and vineyard sprayers, like the ones offered by Mitra Sprayers.

In this blog, we’ll explore the importance of using sprayers to protect horticulture crops from diseases, the common diseases that affect crops like grapes and pomegranates, and how Mitra Sprayers can help you maintain a healthy and productive farm.

Common Crop Diseases in Horticulture

Before we dive into the benefits of using orchard and vineyard sprayers, it’s essential to understand some common crop diseases. Different crops face different diseases, and early prevention is key to protecting them.

1. Grapes

Grapes are highly susceptible to diseases, especially during the growing season. Some of the most common diseases include:

Powdery Mildew: This fungal disease can affect the leaves, stems, and grapes, causing white, powdery spots that can spread quickly in warm and dry conditions.

Downy Mildew: Another fungal disease that affects the leaves and shoots, causing yellow or brown spots. It thrives in humid conditions and can severely damage grape yields if not controlled.

Botrytis Bunch Rot: This disease affects the grape bunches, causing them to rot, especially in wet or humid conditions.

2. Pomegranates

Pomegranates are not as vulnerable as grapes but still face a few significant diseases:

Bacterial Blight: This disease causes black spots on the leaves, flowers, and fruits, eventually leading to fruit cracking and loss of yield.

Anthracnose: This fungal disease affects pomegranate fruits, causing dark, sunken spots that eventually rot the fruit.

Fruit Rot: High humidity and rainfall can cause fruit rot, reducing the marketable yield.

The Role of Sprayers in Preventing Crop Diseases

Preventing these diseases is much easier than trying to cure them once they have spread. Orchard and vineyard sprayers are essential tools in ensuring crops stay healthy and productive. Here’s how sprayers help in disease prevention:

1. Efficient Fungicide and Pesticide Application

Fungicides and pesticides are often needed to control diseases and pests in horticulture crops. However, manual application can be inefficient and inconsistent. Sprayers allow farmers to evenly distribute these treatments over large areas, ensuring every plant receives adequate protection.

2. Reduced Risk of Disease Spread

Diseases like powdery mildew and bacterial blight can spread quickly from plant to plant if not properly managed. Orchard and vineyard sprayers allow for the early and regular application of protective treatments, which can significantly reduce the risk of diseases spreading.

3. Targeted Treatment

Modern sprayers, like those from Mitra Sprayers, offer precision spraying. This means you can target specific areas of your orchard or vineyard, reducing waste and ensuring that only the affected or at-risk areas receive treatment. This targeted approach can save you time and money while protecting your crops.

4. Improved Crop Health

By regularly using a sprayer to apply nutrients and protective treatments, you can improve the overall health of your crops. Healthier plants are more resistant to diseases and pests, and they produce higher-quality fruits. Regular spraying with the right equipment helps maintain your crops in peak condition throughout the growing season.

Why Choose Mitra Sprayers?

When it comes to orchard and vineyard sprayers, not all sprayers are created equal. Mitra Sprayers offers some of the best quality sprayers in the market, designed specifically to meet the needs of horticulture farmers. Here’s why Mitra Sprayers are a great choice for preventing crop diseases:

1. High-Quality Build

Mitra Sprayers are built to last. They are made with durable materials that can withstand the harsh conditions of the field, ensuring that you get the most out of your investment. Whether you are dealing with rough terrain or need to spray in different weather conditions, Mitra Sprayers will get the job done.

2. Precision Technology

Mitra Sprayers are equipped with advanced technology that ensures precision spraying. This technology allows you to control the spray pattern, droplet size, and application rate, ensuring that your crops receive the exact amount of treatment they need. This precision not only prevents disease but also reduces chemical usage, making your farming practices more sustainable.

3. Ease of Use

Farmers have busy schedules, and operating a sprayer should not be complicated. Mitra Sprayers are designed with ease of use in mind. The user-friendly design allows for easy setup, operation, and maintenance, so you can spend more time focusing on your crops and less time figuring out how to use your equipment.

4. Cost-Effective

While some sprayers on the market can be expensive and difficult to maintain, Mitra Sprayers offer a cost-effective solution. With their durable build and efficient spraying systems, you can reduce labor costs and save money on chemicals in the long run. Additionally, Mitra Sprayers require minimal maintenance, further reducing operating costs.

5. Wide Range of Options

Mitra Sprayers offers a variety of sprayers designed for different crops and farming needs. Whether you need a grape sprayer or a pomegranate sprayer, Mitra has a sprayer that fits your requirements. The wide range of options ensures that you can find the perfect sprayer for your orchard or vineyard.

Conclusion

Preventing diseases in horticulture crops is crucial for maintaining high yields and quality. Orchard and vineyard sprayers play a key role in ensuring crops are protected from common diseases like powdery mildew, bacterial blight, and fruit rot. By investing in high-quality sprayers, such as those offered by Mitra Sprayers, you can efficiently apply fungicides and pesticides, reduce the spread of diseases, and keep your crops healthy.

Mitra Sprayers’ precision technology, ease of use, and durability make them an excellent choice for farmers looking to protect their crops and improve productivity. Whether you grow grapes, pomegranates, or other horticulture crops, Mitra Sprayers can help you maintain a disease-free orchard or vineyard.

Choose Mitra Sprayers for the best quality and performance and ensure the long-term health of your horticulture crops.

[aphrobites]

i would like to formally thank my back neighbour for having a HUGE mango tree i can access through my terrace and harvest the goods. i would also like to thank the mango tree for just shooting mangoes at our laundry area at will. the constant jumpscares and broken shingles are worth it

[sl33py-g4m3r]

ranch update~~ and an interesting thing that I didn't realize was a thing~~

main ranch: 2 corrals of rock pink largos fed heart beets, heart beet farm, prickle pear farm, 2 silos, teleporter for fast access to the back of the ancient ruins, one for the center of the glass desert, and viktor's workshop, refinery link for resources, drone for putting plorts from collectors into silo

forest area: 1 silo, dervish tangle largos, mint mango farm, honey crystal largos, refinery link, market link, drone for emptying plort collectors into silos

docks: incinerator (rip fire slimes I need to get more of you, stop hopping out of the ash trough~~~~), puddle slimes in pond, market link, refinery link, mosaic hunter largos, silver parsnip farm, drone that collects free range plorts

grotto: cube berry farm, oca oca farm, rad boom largos, phosphor tabby largos, market link, refinery link, 1 silo

lab: phase lemon farm, quantum sabers, 2 silos, a drone for plort collection, market link, and pond (because you can draw water from there and the slimeulation gets rid of all your water...)

viktor's workshop: (didn't know what to do here at first) 1 silo, silver parsnip farm, 2 corrals of mosaic tangle largos, teleport back to main ranch, advanced drone that puts food into feeders and plorts into a silo. the only place I have an advanced drone currently

I still don't know what to do with many of the gadget slots~~~

apparently golden sureshot is active even if you didn't shoot the slime~~~ I was placing apiaries in the moss blanket, heard a gold slime spawn, watched it from afar so it didn't notice me, it found food and gave me the "hat trick" achievement~~~

I was under the impression that as it was called "golden sureshot" that you'd need to actually shoot the gold slime some food~~~ guess I was incorrect~~

neat~~~

spoilers for the forest vault~~

now I wonder if I can pull that off in the forest vault? or will they notice you there? do they spawn in such a way in the vault that they'll always notice you and run? cause if they only spawn that close and notice the player immediately, I can't hide and wait for them to get food themselves......

so how would I go about doing this? or just bring a tank of food and shoot for my life?

haven't gone in there yet and won't until I figure out what the best course of action for it is to try to make as many gold plorts off the gold slimes as possible without losing too many~~

sucks there's water everywhere in the back of it~~~

I spoiled myself on it with youtube videos~~~ rip surprise I guess~~~

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Dominica

Blog posted originally on 3rd April 2013

Arriving in Dominica on a late Saturday afternoon, we were pleasantly surprised by a simple village and a calm anchorage. The boat boys welcomed us offering tours and other services. After a late lunch at 4pm on the boat we decided to stay here until Tuesday morning to explore the local sulphur springs, hikes in the rainforest, Indian River etc....

We also needed to refill one of our gas bottles. The boat came with two tiny 4.5 kg gas bottles each. With cooking for 7 people even with just one hot meal per day, we consumed these quickly. Patrick wanted to buy 2 x 20 pound fibreglass gas bottles (9 kilos each) for our big crossings but the supplier seemed to be having problems and these had vanished from all of the Caribbean.

It rained on Saturday night and washed the salt of the boat, cooled the atmosphere and brought about a change of mood for all. Dominica was a refreshing change after St Kitts. We started our tour on Sunday morning with a couple hours paddle in the Indian River, parts of it reminded me of the backwaters of Kerala and the other parts reminded me of the Pirates of the Caribbean....well, they did shoot some parts of the movie Pirates of the Caribbean - Calypso in this region and our guide was more than proud to highlight these areas.

Later in the afternoon we went for a small hike accompanied by our guide Winston. He informed us of the flora and fauna of the region......surprisingly most of the flora was again common to my native land of Malvan in India. Tamarind, chickoos (sapodillas), breadfruit, mangoes, papayas, Jamaican Apples (Jaam), coconuts etc...but there were also, avocados, coffee trees, cocoa and nutmeg trees that I had never seen before. The hike took us through a rainforest and we heard the song (call) of the local parrots that are a national symbol of the country. The Jaca and Sisserou, could be heard but not seen. The Syndicate waterfalls, the highlight of the hike were impressive but the heavy rains killed any opportunity of good photos.

Monday was full of daily chores, hand washing laundry, preparing dinners in advance for the trip and completing the formalities as the office had been closed since we arrived on a Saturday afternoon or so we thought. To our surprise the officer was not impressed that we had not officially registered on Sunday. We informed him that we had been mislead by our guide book and he accepted it. As the conversation lead to cricket, Shane Shillingford and the recent test match between Zimbawe and West Indies where the Windies had walloped the Africans, the mood relaxed and all our documents were cleared with a smile. Here in the West Indies being an Indian from the land of Sachin Tendulkar had an advantage!

This day also included a quick visit o the markets to buy some local fruit and vegetable including a hand of bananas that would ripe gradually over the next few days ensuring some sort of fresh fruit supply while underway.

Once again after an early dinner we set asail for our next destination Tobago Cays. An opportunity to swim with the turtles was promised by Nick the English man who had visited the region earlier.

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In That House

In that house, at around 6 pm one day, in the shared kitchen, my mother was preparing our dinner, suddenly 3rd uncle flung a stool at her. It went up and dropped in a curve before reaching my mum. She blocked it with her left arm and got bruises on her upper and lowered arm. She rushed to my guakong house to seek treatment. More than an hour later, she returned to prepare the dinner. Kim Toh was outside the house at that moment, and Kim Yong was in the bedroom upstairs. He was then slightly more than 12 months old. I was the only one who saw the incident with horror. My dad was still in Masapol looking after the rubber Estate.

The 4th uncle was still living there. He too would always abuse my mum with sarcastic and harsh words. My zeechim and sachim would always whisper to each other. My mum told me those people wanted to kick us out of the house and land.

For that night we ate dinner with a lighted kerosene lamp. And not a single was  mentioned about the assault because of the fear of another attack.

Before Nienie moved to Batu Arang, to live with her brother Kim Suah, she gave all her cows and goats to Chau Tham. The house of Kim Suah was subsided by Nienie  and she was allocated a huge room. NieNie also had a share on a hardware shop operated by KIm Suah, in Labuan. The shop was named Sin Lee Company. Nienie bought another parcel of land near the tamu ground in Labuan and named it under the 4th uncle because that uncle had not been allocated a share on the land at Sg. Kerling.

There were two huts for cows to sleep in at night, and another hut for the goats too. Before Nienie left, there were also about 10 pigs in another hut. But she sold all before she left. The pigs were fed with pigweeds, grown on that land too. Sweet potatoes and the shoots of the potatos were also used to feed the pigs.

Before the Japanese invaded China, my yehyeh bought the parcel of land in Sg Kerling, which was a forest, and had a timber house built. Five wells were dug. He planted hill padi enough for the whole family for one year. The padi was grown every year, then. More than one acre was grown with padi. The remaining areas were planted with coconut trees, each about 30 feet from the other. So apart from eating weeds, the pigs were fed with crushed coconut too. They also planted various types of fruit trees. I remember there were pamelo, jackfruit, mango, guavas, limes etc. They also grew plenty yams, tapioca, sweet potatoes, and kangkong.

Ah Tham inherited 5 cows and about 6 goats from Nienie. And the cows used the heads to break into mother’s vegetable garden which had a complete fence made of timber and coconut leaves. The cows ate up some of the vege. That garden was about 24 feet by 44 feet. She built that all by herself. Each bed for the vege was about 3 feet wide, 22 feet long  and 10 inches high. The first two beds were with long beans, followed by 2 beds of spinach, 

with another 2 beds of cucumber. The other 6 beds were with okra, brinjal, changkok manis, and yams. Every week, mother would harvest the vege and carried them in two baskets with a bamboo bar on her shoulder, to Guakong house who would bring them to the vegetable sellers at the market on the morning of the following day.

Mother also collected about 10 coconuts each week, removed the husks, held the nut on the left palm, and split the nut into halves by hitting the nut at the center between the top and the bottom of the nut, with the blunt side of a chopper.

She then removed the coconut meat or flesh as some people called it. She grated all the meats and then put all the grated flesh into a large container. Then she held the grated coconut into both palms and squeezed it to collect the milk in another container. That container is then covered and left until the next day, when the fat formed on the top of the container. A large spoon was used to skim off all the fat and leave the fat in the wok, to boil it. A brownish chunky waste would float to the top. She would collect this waste to put on a wire mesh on top of the wok for some oil to drip down from the waste. Three and a half large coconuts would produce one litre of oil. The oil was filled in clean bear bottle, and tightly plugged with corks. Every week, she would bring few bottles of oil to my guakong who would help to bring them to the market for sale.

My mother also used to buy some bamboos from the Malay villages to weave baskets and sieves. These too were passed on to guakong who would help to sell them at the market. The shirts and shorts we wore were also tailored by my mother. She would prepared all the required pieces of clothes and bring them to a neighbour’s house to use their machine for sewing.

The three partitions of the land was suggested by my Nienie, and it was obvious Ah Tham and Ah Yam grapped the better portions because during dry season, they needed the extra well of water to grow their vegetables. Later on Ah Yam managed to  change the owner of the land his himself alone, after my Nienie passed away. Ah Tham moved out after he had sold all the cows and goats.

I left that house at aged 9, stopping schooling to assist my father run a sundry shop at Lajau. My daddy started that shop because he lost his job while working for another person whose shop was closed down. I learned to cook and collect dried fire wood and also buying and selling. Many months later my mum and all the other sibblings too left the Sg. Kerling house to join us after we move to Lajau. I told my mum I wanted to go to school. The following year, she sent me to school, and bought me a small bicycle.

In the same year Dad found another job, and we moved to Batu Arang , in 1955 after the Chinese New Year.

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Tree Doctor USA's Insight: Discovering Tree Species at Risk of Anthracnose

Anthracnose is a common fungal disease that affects a variety of plant and tree species in warm, humid areas. It affects aerial tissues, developing shoots, and expanding leaves of shrubs, trees, and other plants. This disease contaminates the usual fruit-bearing plants, deciduous and evergreen trees, grasses, and annuals. However, shade trees like sycamore, oak, maple, etc., are more susceptible to Anthracnose. So, let��s find out how this fungal disease attacks different tree and plant species.

Impact Of Anthracnose Diseases On Various Tree Species

The impact of Anthracnose fungus attack will not be the same. With no ado, have a quick look!

Symptoms Of Anthracnose On Walnut Trees

You will find oval, round, or irregular spots on the leaves. The size of spots varies from small to large, depending on the intensity of the infestation. In some cases, you can also see yellow margins on the leaflets. The pathogen will develop grey-brown, dark brown, to black lesions with reddish-brown borders on the shoots.

Damages To Medicinally Important Fruit Plants

The anthracnose pathogen can infect all parts of plants, including ripe fruits, even after the harvest. They are most visible on mango, papaya, olive, and banana trees. At first, you will small and irregular spots on the leaves of the host plants. The spots can be yellow, brown, or black, depending on the age of the host plants. Immature fruit does not show signs of infection until the fruit ripens.

Effects Of Anthracnose Invasion On Palm Trees

Palm trees are also susceptible to Anthracnose and other leaf-spotting fungi. Circular, elongated, or irregular spots are found on the leaves of the host. The spots look small beige, brown, black, or black spots. These spots darken as they age.

Outbreak Of Anthracnose On Oak Trees

Anthracnose can attack all the foliage and many twigs on the oak trees in a new growing season. It produces spores on the plant tissues that block nutrients. So, the infected leaves often appear scorched and distorted. You will see cankers on the twigs. However, the symptoms vary based on the species of oak trees. Small, scattered brown lesions may form on the leaves of black and red oak trees. On white oaks, you will find small to large, brown blotches on the leaves. These blotches are often irregular in shape. The size keeps on expanding, depending on the intensity of the attack. The invasion of Anthracnose on white oaks often happens through the lower branches.

Signs Of Anthracnose Attack On Sycamore Trees

A group of fungal pathogens causes dark, sunken lesions on Sycamore trees. It attacks early in the spring, causing rapid wilt of newly emerging leaves. Early loss of sycamore leaves can be disturbing. Larger or more mature leaves develop a brown growth along the main veins to the leaf edges. Girdled twigs, bud blight, and shoot dieback may also occur due to the pathogen attack.

However, the leaves of Sycamore are naturally fussy. So, you should opt for professionals for Tree Health Inspection and Evaluation to ensure whether the tree is infected by Anthracnose or not.

Anthracnose Fungus On Ash Trees

Anthracnose spread is hitting Ash trees to lose their leaves. Leaf tissues also harden off due to this fungal attack. At times, the leaves may grow into curled shapes. The leaf margins turn black. It also results in expanding brown or black blotches on leaves, especially along the margins and veins. You will notice the deformation of leaves around the lesions. The tree will lose vigor due to the repetitive fungal attack.

How Birch Trees Get Affected By Anthracnose?

The fungal attack on the Birch trees is seldom serious. It mainly infects the foliage and leaves. Anthracnose thrives in host plants during winter on twigs or fallen leaves. However, it becomes active during cool, wet spring weather. You will notice small to large spots on the infected leaves. They will form light brown to dark brown lesions with yellow margins. The shape of spots or lesions is often round to irregular.

Potential Damages To Catalpa Trees

The attack of the Anthracnose results in leaf spots, cupping or curling of leaves, and early leaf drop. You will notice small, brown to black lesions forming on the veins or margins of leaves. With time, when the infestation gets severe, the center of the lesion may drop out, making holes in the leaves.

Indications Of Dogwood Anthracnose

Fungal pathogens will attack twigs, branches, trunks, and leaves of dogwoods. They will remain active in cool and moist weather conditions. Whenever you notice tan, blotchy leaf spots on Dogwood trees, you should schedule professional treatment to control Anthracnose. The blotch spots are early signs of infection. Also, you will find small, round to angular, dark purple lesions on the bracts and leaves. These lesions often drop out when the infestation becomes severe, producing holes, like shot hole borers. It will cause spots on flowers. They will even look disfigured.

Identify Symptoms Of Anthracnose On Maple Trees

Anthracnose usually attacks maple trees in late spring and early summer. However, the symptoms may vary based on the species of the maple trees. It will damage the leaves, tissues, and buds. You will notice irregular spots on the leaves. At times, the entire leave will turn black or shrivel. Purple to brown streaks may develop along the veins of the infected leaves. Green brown or red brown areas develop between the veins. Such lesions may merge to deteriorate all leaves.

Anthracnose Symptoms Associated With Rose Plants

You will notice small, reddish-purple spots or lesions on the leaf veins. With passing time, the spots develop thin brown margins. Gradually, the spots will turn grey. The tissue disintegrates, and the spread of fungus will leave tiny bullet-like holes in the leaves. When the infestation becomes severe, the leaves will turn yellow, wither, and eventually fall off.

Possible Signs Of Anthracnose Infection On Tulip Trees

Spot Anthracnose disease frequently occurs on the Tulip trees. The spots expand with time, and necrotic lesions turn tan to black. The invasion may develop irregular brown leaf blotches. You may also see dark brown borders on the leaves. However, you can control the spread of Spot Anthracnose with the help of professional arborists.

By now, you would have knowledge of the symptoms of Anthrancnose spread on various tree species. Of course, they are different! The severity of the infestation depends on both the causative agent and the infected species. However, the pathogen is capable of thriving on infected plant debris and transmitting easily to neighboring trees and plants. It is a ubiquitous pathogen that attacks all plant parts at any growth stage. So, treating and controlling Anthracnose successfully becomes crucial. But there are many leaf spots diseases susceptible to plants, and Anthracnose is one of them.

So, you need to carefully identify the symptoms on the host trees before diagnosing. If you are unsure of doing it yourself, consult expert tree doctors! The good news is that even when a tree or plant is severely infected with Anthracnose, you can get rid of it with expert assistance. How can experts control these leaf spotting diseases? Keep reading to gain insights on it!

Professional Treatment To Control Anthracnose Fungus

Discourage spread of infection

Increase the strength and vigor of infected trees

Organic Fungicide Treatment

Restrict the accumulation of fungal spores in the soil

Optimum Care & Nourishment

You need to prevent fungal growth from overpowering the plants and stopping the spread from tree to tree. However, thorough coverage and proper treatment are critical for adequate control. Because anthracnose has so many different forms, it is best to consult professionals. At Tree Doctor USA, we provide anthracnose disease treatment for controlling the rapid growth of spores and fungus. Shake off the fungus growth on twigs and leaves with precise Anthracnose control!

Original Source: Unveil Tree Species Susceptible To Anthracnose