#More Milk initiative

[farmerstrend]

Kenya Dairy Board Partners with ILRI to Boost Milk Safety and Quality in Informal Markets

The Kenya Dairy Board (KDB) and the International Livestock Research Institute (ILRI) have launched a four-year initiative dubbed More Milk: more milk for lives and livelihoods in Kenya that aims at transforming the country’s informal dairy sector, which accounts for about three quarters of the country’s milk supply. L-R: Dr. Fabian Kausche, Deputy Director General Research and Innovation at the…

[tongues--and--teeth]

This came to me in a dream.

[ananke-xiii]

Rowena and the thick, bloody umbilical cord between choices and faults.

In a previous post of mine I’ve explored a little bit how Mary and Kelly represent a sort of “missed opportunity” for, respectively, Sam and Jack.

At the beginning of s13 Sam resents the fact that he hasn’t been proactive in seeking to create a relationship with his mother and now that she’s (presumably) gone he doesn’t want to deal with that reality. He had wasted his second chance. Jack, on the other hand, never even had a first opportunity to begin with but, unlike Sam, has experienced a sense of unity with his mother so extreme that one of the first things that he tells Sam is that he was his mother(!!!).

S13 reinforces the Mother-Son symbolism because, after Jack’s birth, a rift is opened in space (apparently not in time?): Kelly stays (dead, rip girl I love you) on one side of it while Mary crosses it and finds herself in Apocalypse World. To make things even more clear, this is no random parallel universe: this is the alternate reality where Mary didn’t deal with Azazel. So mothers and their choices/faults are a central theme in this season. Or, well, more or less.

To complete the mothers’ trimurti or, better, tridevi we’re missing the final mother, the destroyer who is, of course, Rowena. It’s therefore quite apt that Rowena reaches her highest potential this season and even confronts Death. What motivates her in an interesting blend of (missing)love and (lacking)power. Lucifer is as part of her story as Kelly’s and Mary’s. Unlike these two, though, she doesn’t have a son who resurrects her, nor a turned-benefactor cosmic being who offers her resurrection as a gift to her son. Rowena has to resurrect herself. Not once but twice. She is, perhaps, the loneliest character in the whole series.

This is actually quite ironic because, if we look back on previous seasons, her “choice” to kill Oskar, her putative son, was what triggered the whole chain of events (the freeing of Amara first and Lucifer second) that directly link Rowena with Mary and Kelly.

It’s only natural, then, that s13 Rowena keeps representing the reversal of the Mary and Sam/ Kelly and Jack relationships because there is no son who’s looking for her, rather she is the mother who’s looking for her (dead) child. Like Sam, she also needs someone who can access another dimension to bring Crowley back but, unlike him, she’s not successful. Now, ngl, this pisses me off to no end, like of course I can understand the real reasons why Crowley couldn’t be brought back, still I kinda hate how it was narratively framed.

When, in "Funeralia", Rowena says that life is unfair she is right but not in the general, pessimistic sense of the phrase: she's right because in-universe some deaths are more important than others and people get back on board depending on whether or not they're still a role to play for them. Rowena's faith in magic is actually justified because magic is the only thing that can help her. And the tragic thing is that it's also what damns her in the process because it's the only form of power she can have access to. There are no angels or cosmic entities looking out for her. She's just... alone.

So, perhaps, it's not that I necessarily hate how her failure to bring Crowley back is described, I just see it as further proof that Rowena is the best example to show how in Supernatural the game is rigged from the beginning and we didn’t even need an interfering and pervy God to realize it. That's all we've been seeing it since S1. All those infinite, booooring talks about being good/evil or doing good/bad actually mean nothing because, at the end of the day, in this show what really matters is how useful you can be, to whom and why (and this is way less booooring, you learn a lot of interesting things about these characters if you go down this road, it's grim but it's more rewarding).

S13 is also when the final connection between Rowena and the Winchesters, Sam to be more precise, is established which is indicative of the fact that she will inevitably die. Before S13 her story was her own, after “Funeralia” it cannot be extricated from Sam’s. To some degree, it’s quite similar to what happened with Crowley and Dean. What’s more, just like Crowley’s powers and shrewdness are what really carry the plot from s6 to s12, magic and spells (and therefore Rowena’s role in the story) will be the key for many plot points from s13 to s15. But there is a big difference.

Both Crowley and Rowena’s sacrifices are described as heroic but, let’s be honest, only Rowena’s was. Crowley’s demise was a clean-up after his own mess at best. It also proved to be unnecessary. Rowena and that awful MBOL’s egg thingy would have managed to confine Lucifer, like, they actually did it. It was Crowley who perverted the spell for reasons that I personally find OOC. I would’ve liked the Crowley vs Lucifer power struggle but not the way it was done in s12 because it felt very nonsensical to me. As in: I can see you need a reason to keep Lucifer around and this is what you’ve come up with but it’s still quite illogical.

At its hidden and secret core S13 is the season of the “let’s reframe the sons’ stories and blame it on the mothers”. Just like Kelly is blamed for Castiel’s ideal vision of Jack and Mary’s "choice" is established as the most important point in the whole show, Rowena-as-Mother must face the same fate: it was her fault if Crowley, Fergus!, ended the way he ended. It’s a naaaaaaaaaaaaaah for me.

This is what we’re told in “Funeralia”:

Rowena: Oh, but it is. Death has something I want. Sam: What’s that? Rowena: My son. After you told me he was gone, how he died, I had an unexpected reaction. We had our differences, but it’s my fault he went down the path he did. I left him. Dean: We’re talking about Crowley-- demon, King of Hell? Rowena: We’re talking about Fergus-- a man abandoned and loveless, tricked by a demon, died in a gutter. He deserved better from the world. From me.

Now, just to be clear: yes, Rowena had the responsibility to do better; yes, she was the absolute worst; yes, she played no small role in her son’s story. However, I personally don’t like all these negative associations between “worlds” and “mothers” as if every fucking thing in the universe is dependent solely on them. How did we end up here? It’s almost as if absent fathers are, like, not THAT bad after all (and the show, as far as I'm concerned, ultimately approves of and absolves absent fathers). So I’m very suspicious of the way motherhood is portrayed specifically in s13 and Rowena’s attempt at redemption well demonstrates that there is reason to be so.

This dialogue in “Funeralia” confirms my gut feeling:

Sam: You know, what happened with Crowley? That wasn’t your fault. Rowena: He never had a chance. Dean: He made his choices, just like we all do. Look, every one of us has done something that we have to live with, that were trying to make up for. Every one of us. Sam: Even without all that extra juice, you’re still the deadliest witch around [Sam's flattering Rowena. He's gonna ask for her help in 3,2,1...]. Rowena: Flatterer. Sam: Yeah, well, we, um... we may need your help [Here we go!]. To save our family. To… hell, to save the world. Dean: You wanna be redeemed? This would be a pretty big step. Rowena: And do you think I still can be? Dean: Yeah, I do.

I mean, not to be rude, but who the fuck cares if Dean Winchester thinks that Rowena can be redeemed? Like, how is Rowena’s redemption (which is strictly connected to her being a bad mother and not, among other things, a zero-regret murderer, which she also happens to be, for instance) connected to saving the Winchester’s family? Don’t get me wrong, I understand that this is SPN and that Sam and Dean’s problems are Apocalypse-level problems (lol, they really did that, when I say that their story is like a cosmogony maybe I’m not that wrong) but, as I’ve said, I cannot help but notice the similarities between Rowena’s arc this season with Mary’s and Jack’s, i.e. you can be redeemed if you either do something useful for the Winchesters or... realize that it's not your "fault" that your sons suffered terribily because "choosing" to deal with Azazel was actually the right choice... for the world. How come fathers saving the world are framed as heroic while mothers actively creating worlds by making hard choices that benefit the greater good need redemption?

So to sum up: while fathers invade S13’s main storyline as solvers, restorers and fixers, mothers are the bones of the story, they carry its weight and its sins but get little if nothing in return: Kelly stays dead, Mary ends up helping out a world that absolves her of her Original Sin but that’s nevertheless a mess (you can never win lol) and Rowena can’t get her son back (but she can save Sam and Dean's family the world!). Looks good, right? Hurray mommy!

[milkbreadtoast]

new Siwon doodle (OC)... I think I finally figured out how I want to draw his hair😳 I like how this came out hehe...🐶 excited bc i was able to solidify his design more...!!🥹

[xxplastic-cubexx]

OK GUYS CMON. MCAVOYS CHARLES BEING LOWKEY ANDROGYNOUS AND PRETTY DOESNT MEAN HES A FEMBOYYYYYY when has he ever presented as feminine omg

I BE SAYING THIS thank you ...... just because a man is pretty it doesn't default him to being a femboy...

IT TECHNICALLY WASN'T EVEN ABOUT CHARLES BEING A FEMBOY THAT STARTED THIS SOMEONE JUST JOKED ABOUT ME DRAWING KIRBY AS A FEMBOY AND IT SPIRALED FROM THERE VHJLEKJVLEKJKLA

[gingermintpepper]

On that trojan war au thing you're writing. 1. What are the tags for it, cause I'm super interested! And would love to read what you have so far! 2. "And Odysseus is a much grimmer darker man due to his home being one of the places that were first swallowed up by Erebus" - I wanna know more about this. Please tell me more.

Oh , wow, I'm so flattered! I'm very happy it sounds appealing to you <33 This work is a huge passion project of mine so I'm always glad to talk more and more about it, especially since there are many aspects occurring in the background (such as the alternate fates of the main players of the Trojan Conflict) which I cannot properly cover or even explain within the events of the novel itself.

That said: 1) If you mean tags as in ao3 - unfortunately, this work isn't on ao3 my friend :( As I said above, these are elements and concepts in the greek mythology based-fantasy novel I'm currently writing (the concept of which I outlined here in the introductory post of my novel concept!) As for wanting to read whatever writing I currently have available: I currently have three fics available on ao3 that are written in my Pursuing Daybreak verse!

The Prince and Princess series deal with a young Apollo and Artemis and the many consequences they face after Apollo has slain Python. The two works uploaded right now are Exeunt Phoebus Apollo which covers the murder trial of Python and Manent Apanchomene Artemis which covers the intense feelings of helplessness and alienation Artemis experiences after Apollo returns from his banishment and is completely changed. Both of these have themes of family, grief and relationship exploration at their heart.

The third bit of writing I have up is quite outdated but does cover the immediate aftermath of Hyacinthus' death. It's called A Petal Falleth and features Apollo making one of those Big Silly Decisions that have completely unintended but extremely important consequences: namely, instead of the larkspurs being made of Hyacinthus' spilt blood, Apollo anchors the boy's soul to the flowers so Thanatos wouldn't take him. Like the Dawn is also set in this world but because it is nsfw in nature, I wouldn't recommend it as easily as the other three bits of writing. If you don't mind the whole naked men thing though, I'd definitely suggest reading Like the Dawn for a better idea of what my current writing is like (along with eventually getting to see characters like Hector, Andromache and Cassandra/Helenus) Like the Dawn's themes are also different to the other three works with it focusing more on the power dynamics of a god/mortal relationship, exploring masculinity and masculine sexuality and self discovery.

The running theme here, of course, is that all of these bits of writing are centered on Apollo/Artemis or Hyacinth because my novel itself is centered around them. There are, of course, other important characters and figures like Eros, Psyche, Penthesilea and Iaso (one of Asclepius' daughters) but while there is the definite presence of characters from the Trojan War they most certainly aren't at the center of the novel (and the ones that are aren't the Greeks but rather the Trojans i.e Hector, Alexander, Andromache, Cassandra, Helenus, Aeneas, so on and so forth.)

2) The basis of the apocalypse in my work is cosmological! Due to Apollo's err-- untimely departure, there's no longer anyone maintaining the axis of the heavens or the navel of the earth. Because of this, Erebus - whose darkness is usually kept firmly in the spaces between the realms - begins to spill out into both the heavens and the earth. The beasts of Erebus (referring primarily to the Seven Curses - Old Age, Misery, Deceit, Violence etc etc) consume, torment and destroy whatever is inside of Erebus' darkness and Ithaca, as one of the islands on the far edge of the world, was one of the very first places that were devoured in this manner. Odysseus was visiting the Argives at the time for a festival and had left the pregnant Penelope at home since he didn't want her to suffer through the voyage in discomfort. He only finds out about the destruction of Ithaca after it had already been consumed when Athena personally interrupts a feast to warn both him and Diomedes. Needless to say, Odysseus, like everyone else, assumes that everyone on Ithaca has died and thusly is a very, very different man in terms of humour and comport. A part of him still stubbornly clings to the belief that Penelope managed to escape - that she was smart and resourceful enough to see the end approaching and do her best to escape - but that doesn't stop him from being dour for the majority of the time. Diomedes does his best to keep his spirits up in the meantime. Without him around, Odysseus is something of a black hole when it comes to the oppressiveness of his discontent though he does manage to lighten up when in the company of Helen, Clytemnestra and even Menelaus on occasion.

[avian-hearts]

HI, i decided to colour the milky doodle from a little while ago today

[nonokoko13]

Rollo Flamme is autistic. I had suspicions about it but after reading his vignette I heard a voice in my head confirming it. God has told me the truth and I must spread the word

He would also be ok with Batman, if he's not his most favoured hero. Oh and he also probably has PTSD and depression. Thanks for coming to my ted talk

[amekonocternia]

On a side note if I were to say which cookie run character is the most husband material not just the ones in the post it would honestly be Milk like ignore my obvious biases for Milk and Choco and hear me out

He's kind and sweet and his pediatritian costume and,, he would definitely be the kinda guy to spoil a romantic partner and be as cuddly and comforting as you want/need and always be there for you and would take note of the little things like I just think out of every guy in the francise he would be the character with the most husband potential

[sysig]

Hunger Pangs (Patreon)

[holydramon]

the mapleshade plush looks so bad that it’s almost endearing

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

I think a lot of what's currently informing my fellow white people curdling like milk and shitting their pants when asked to interrogate their relationship with rap is the way many people (especially well-meaning white people) still can't help but think of racism as something that you get accused of rather than something that influences the entire world in pernicious ways.

like, I think a lot of people currently posting the most cringe takes about rap right now would very much agree that Racism Is Bad and probably even acknowledge that rap has been and is still widely maligned and devalues for racist reasons.

but that last step, acknowledging that your personal tastes and interests are also influenced by systemic racism, is where a LOT of people stumble. it's very easy to assume that because you consider yourself against racism, then your tastes and interests cannot possibly be at all informed by racist. if you're a white American, that's simply extremely unlikely to be true.

speaking from personal experience, I had to Work to decenter whiteness in my media tastes. when I was like 19 I listened to a podcast where a white Jewish man talked about keeping a spreadsheet of the books he read to make sure he was reading a roughly equal number of men and women, and I started doing the same thing to track how many authors of color I was reading. at the time I took pride in my belief that I was reading diversely, but when the year ended I was shocked to discover that people of color had written barely a quarter of the books I'd read. I had been giving myself way too much credit while still unintentionally prioritizing white authors, because white authors were the ones I knew best. so I started making an extremely conscious effort to seek out books by authors of color, both fiction and nonfiction, that sounded like my kind of shit.

music was extremely similar. I grew up a little white girl in a very white city in a very white state; nobody was offering me an education in rap or r&b or soul or hip hop. as an young adult there were definitely some Black artists I liked, like Janelle Monáe, but I had to take the initiative of seeking out more artists to find out who I fuck with. you're not going to like everybody, which is fine, but are you even giving anyone a chance? are you even looking?

racism has roots everywhere, bro. it's not enough to just acknowledge it, you have to actively get digging.

[jojolimons]

made a tres leches pudding :]

[northgazaupdates]

Graphic design artist Moataz Abu Sakran/ @moatazart has provided extensive documentation of the genocide against Gaza. His photos and videos have been used—often without credit—by major media outlets, and his posts are featured on this blog regularly.

Moataz and his wife and baby girl are trapped in the vicinity of Al-Shifa Hospital complex. The area has was under complete siege for 13 days, and made life even more difficult and dangerous than before. In addition to the physical violence of the siege, the occupation’s famine has made food extremely scarce—Moataz and Mariam can no longer find milk and nutritious food for baby Maria.

They were able to raise enough funds to begin the paperwork involved in evacuating to Egypt, but exorbitant processing fees have totally depleted the money they had reserved to find a place to stay in Egypt. They need funds to procure food and shelter while they rebuild their lives in Egypt (God willing), otherwise they will be homeless and destitute.

There was an increase in donations after we initially shared the link on this blog. We are hoping that will happen again. Please support Moataz’s family via this link so that they can reach safety. Even just a few dollars will help. If you can’t donate, please share the link on all your social media accounts.

This is the primary link to donate and share. You can copy and paste it onto other posts and social media sites.

If the primary link does not work, try this link

[2cupids]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐘 | 𝐤. 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

warnings — lactation kink, mommy kink, choso cums in his pants <3. mdni (17+).

choso loves holding your heavy, swollen tits full of milk for your newborn baby. you saw this as your husband being thoughtful and caring, thinking he was always gently massaging them because you mentioned how it felt a bit uncomfortable at times.

when in reality that’s far from the truth.

choso kept his hands glued to your boobs because he couldn’t get enough of the way it felt when your tits would leak, seeping through the fabric of your shirt and wetting the material along with his hands in the process, resulting in him getting hard within a matter of seconds.

even when he wasn’t touching them, the moment he heard the annoyance in your voice of having to clean yourself up again, his eyes were fixed on your blouse. he felt bad knowing there was nothing he could do to help, but it was an extreme turn on for him.

his heart ached every time seeing that it was all going to waste as your top drank it all up instead of him and his mouth. he sneaks off the bathroom everyday and wraps his hand his thick cock, jerking it to the thought of you, and your milky tits every time.

he knows it’s wrong, taboo really, but he so desperately wants to drink from your leaky tits, stealing his little son’s nutrients.

how selfish.

tonight, it’s choso’s turn to go take care of the screaming baby that just woke up and get him back to sleep. after nearly an hour, choso finally drags himself back into the bedroom after putting his son to sleep. again.

you’ve got your back pressed against the headboard as you flip to the next page in the book you’re reading, grinning at him as he walks towards the bed.

although he hasn’t mentioned it, he’s been extremely needy and as a matter of fact, you’ve been too. choso takes this opportunity before the baby possibly wakes up again to have an intimate moment with you, and to his delight, you’re not against it. you don’t resist as choso initiates it, leaning in to press his lips against yours.

instinctively, his hand trails up your shirt to play with your tits. he squeezes them can feel the milk squirt out even through your bra, causing him to moan into the kiss as his dick stirs to life.

choso pulls away and breaks the kiss, much to your dismay. before you can even open your mouth to object, he’s got your shirt pushed up and is tugging your nursing bra down to fully expose your chest to him.

his mouth waters as he gives your breast another squeeze, watching the milk leak out and he could almost cum right then. choso locks eyes with you as he brings his mouth close to your chest, closing the gap between him and his meal, making his intentions crystal clear. your fingers run through his thick head of hair and grab a handful, pulling him away.

but choso refuses to let a chance like this slip through his fingers, so he pleads with you to let him get what he wants. “please m-mommy, just one taste.”

you can never tell him ‘no’ and he knows that. a faint smirk appears on his lips before his mouth latches onto your right boob, sucking like baby.

shocking, is the only word you can come up with to describe the scene unfolding in front of you. you’re not complaining though. your panties are stuck to your core as sticky arousal seeps out from between your pussy lips the longer you watch the grown man underneath you nurse himself on your breast.

choso squeezes your boob again, allowing more milk to come out and he hollows out his cheeks more, making sure he doesn’t miss a single drop.

he starts to hump your leg as he drinks, the stimulation to his cock matched with him finally getting to indulge in his taboo fantasy is enough to send him over the edge.

only now does he take his mouth off your nipple to focus all his attention on cumming, huffing and panting as he continues grinding his clothed dick against you.

“s-so good to me … mommy,” choso whimpers, looking up at you with watery eyes.

a couple more rolls of his hips and he’s done for, eyes rolling into the back of his head as hot cum shoots out, ruining the inside of his sweats.

[kitguts]

reader using g!p Vi like her own personal dildo to get off, even if Vi’s dick is too sensitive

amab vi. overstim. unprotected penetration. this is a very anticlimactic whatever

you feel the muscles in vi's thighs twitch and tense each time your hips come down, her breath coming out in pants behind you. the sheets were clasped tightly in her sweaty fists and her head tilted back on the headboard as she tried her hardest to stay still for you.

her dilated pupils were locked on your body; the curve of your back, how your skin glimmers with sweat and your ass ripples with ever plap and squelch your cunt makes.

she's not sure how much more she can take, it felt like hours of her being under you while you used her dick solely for your own pleasure, riding her reverse cowgirl like she wasn't even there.

she's came a number of time already, hot white liquid pooling at the base of her shaft and creating sticky strings that connected both of your bodies together every time your ass pulled up.

you moan as she twitches inside you, slowly lifting off her and hearing her groan as the cool air blows over her throbbing length. a puddle of cum follows and floods out of you, dribbling down vi's cock and onto the sheets.

she watches with a whimper as your hand comes up between your thighs, your index and middle fingers slipping between your folds and feeling the sticky mess dripping out of you.

she hisses when you reach for her sensitive dick again, bucking her hips to either escape your touch or get more of it. she was confused, her body overstimulated and spent— but the only thing she could focus on was how you sink back down onto her, lifting and dropping your hips.

her hand splays across your lower back, the pleasure making her head spin. it almost hurt, but she just wanted to be the reason you cum. even if you were doing all the initial work.

"oh, fuck..." vi whimpers, fighting to keep her eyes open to watch, but it was proving hard. "...fuck, please. you g-gotta stop, baby—"

you ignore her, bouncing faster and chasing your orgasm once again. you're more focused on moaning when the veins of her cock rub against your walls in all the right ways, and if you angle your hips a certain way, it hits your g-spot.

your hand slide down her muscular legs to her calfs, your head dropping as you bounce on her and feel her cock swell inside you. she grips your hips suddenly, trying to hold you down as she starts cuming again against her will.

you try fight against her strong grip, feeling her dick throb as she floods your cunt, her hips bucking and twitching under you.

you would of cum too, had she not stopped you. so roll your eyes listening to her groans and breathless words behind you while she ruts against your pussy, her release leaking out from the sheer amount inside you.

she shudders as her body relaxes, her hands slipping off you to fall limp on the bed. you huff, shaking the strain out of your arms before slowly rocking your hips back and forth, humming in pleasure.

your hand slips down to rub your clit, moaning softly as you work yourself back up.

vi's brain was fuzzy, almost disoriented as she pants, letting out a gasp once you life your hips again and roll them back down. "ah— s-shit, wait.."

"shut up, vi." you almost whine, a mix of annoyance and desperation for another orgasm. vi's legs twitch and tremble slightly as you keep going, running a hand over her sweaty face and whimpering as you practically milk her dry

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