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#Mesa Verde National Park#Ancestral Puebloans#Cliff Palace#Balcony House#Long House#Spruce Tree House#hiking trails#wildlife spotting#stargazing#ranger-guided tours#Far View Lodge#Cortez hotels#Mancos lodging#Durango accommodations#accessibility tips#park regulations#visitor tips#American archaeology#cultural heritage#national park travel
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The North Star by Sydney Laurence (1865-1940).
#classic art#painting#sydney laurence#american artist#romanticism#landscape#winter#night#houses#trees#spruce trees
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A glorious neighborhood catalpa was cut down yesterday and made me very sad. I thought I would ask how yours is doing to cheer me up.
Aw no! Rip, neighborhood catalpa
They are blooming in the river valley here and will soon come into bloom further north and they're the best tree to see in full bloom.
Mine has grown soooo much and is setting up to bloom. Here he is this week with freshly-planted Forest Pansy redbud behind him.
#trees are the worst because they're such an emotional investment and also stressful#i planted the forest pansy with the possibility in mind that someday my neighbors norway spruce will be gone#they block the afternoon sun from my shade bed#hopefully the norways go peacefully (tree service) and dont choose violence (fall on my or my neighbors house)
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Minecraft rocky mountain
#minecraft project#minecraft#minecraft art#minecraft build#minecraft screenshots#art#minecraft builder#project#minecraft house#minecraft house idea#minecraft trails and tales#minecraft castle#minecraft creative#Minecraft vanilla#minecraft terraforming#minecraft rocks#Minecraft mountain#Minecraft terrain#minecraft tree#Minecraft spruce
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(AU, as is most the ttcc art I post)
Into the wilderness once again; the meaning of the word 'defunct' unearthed
Robotic gore under cut
#Misty managed to escape Cogs.Inc again while the office district was shut down for power maintenance#(due to a murder underneath the cashbot traintracks; a toon had thrown a cog into the electrical line and blew out the conglomerate's power)#Misty managed to escape the second through the second tunnel again using Spruce's code 141477953#she got to the middle of nowhere in the woods with Prester's help... fire teleportation#but that's our secret#he gave her the most powerful magic weapon of all so she could defend herself and left her to go out on her own#Misty is terrified out in the woods right now#she misses Chip and Mary and she regrets going alone#but she found out William was working as the molemen manager underneath Cogs.Inc and she needed to leave#her memories of herself and loneliness haunt her but Evils knows more about her inner turmoil methinks#she's currently in Spruce and Chip's old cabin with Spruce and Alton#she got a toon portal from a cat toon who recognized Spruce from a picture they had seen in an abandoned cabin#the cabin is dirty and weather damaged and graffitied by toons and a tree is growing in Spruce's room#but something about it feels quiet and serene but also so lonely#so many pictures broken on the floor of Spruce and Chip#and Chip's old room has scenery paintings in it that match the style of the one he has in his house at Cogs.Inc#Misty pieced together that he must have painted them#lots of old things around#and a trunk in the attic that has some personal things of Spruce's... but that's to be lore dumped another day#imagionary rambles#ttcc#misty monsoon#rainmaker#spruce campbell#treekiller#alton s crow#land acquisition architect#horror#chip revvington#chainsaw consultant
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#there's something really beautiful about experiencing the weather patterns of a new place#where i live now. its not like where i grew up. not like the foothills of Appalachia but its more familiar than the Chihuahuan desert was#when i go home to ohio everythings so green. so green. unimaginably green and the towns are in the woods. the hills roll#and trees billow deciduous and packed so tightly the treeline is like a wall of plant matter. here there are trees but they are tall and#evergreen. patchy in places like shrubs in the desert. the grass grows green but also pale tan and dead. houses are routed in valleys#between mountains. they're made of wood and not stucco but they still look strange and the landscape is crumpled together tall. and there's#water. it rains. days can be dreary and gray with drizzle. i forgot what thats like. when a single low stratus cloud blocks out thewhole sk#and fog clings to the trees. my school bus used to drive by a lake where thr fog was so thick i didnt kno how the driver could see the road#but somehow i forgot how much joy suspended water vapor gives me living in a place where when it rains it pours so hard the streets flood#and the greedy ground drinks the landscape dry. but there are new things as well. here smoke rolls up over thr mountains and gets stuck in#the valleys so that the weather forcast reads: Smoke for days on end. im used to tornado warnings and heat warnings and dust storm warnings#but ive never expected Smoke as a type of weather. and im sure there's more to experience. ive only been here like 3 weeks. its not as gree#as home. the storms dont seem to get quite so violent. the woods are so full of bears that its an active threat. but its not the desert#and while ill miss the shapes of desert plants and little lizards. when i look up at the pine and spruce trees i feel like i can breathe a#little easier. well see how i feel once the long cold winter sets in haha#but i dunno. part of me still longs for a violent thunderstorm. one where u can feel the temperature drop and u csn feel it building all da#one that bends the trees and smells like ozone. it was never like that in thr southwest and im not sure that happens here#but maybe thats just a desire for chaos and violence as a product of my pathological internal control. i cant be spontaneous so let nature#bring the fear to me. some of my favorite memories are watching lightning strikes#so it goes i suppose#unrelated#listen. is it fucked up to have ohio nostalgia? maybe so. but in my defense i grew up in the pretty part of ohio lol
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Sitka Spruce Tree House, Queen Charlotte Islands, British Columbia, Canada
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Sitka Spruce Tree House, Queen Charlotte Islands, British Columbia, Canada
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Sitka Spruce Tree House, Queen Charlotte Islands, British Columbia, Canada
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Sitka Spruce Tree House, Queen Charlotte Islands, British Columbia, Canada
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Sitka Spruce Tree House, Queen Charlotte Islands, British Columbia, Canada
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Winterscape by Otto Bache, 1857.
#classic art#painting#otto bache#danish artist#19th century#realism#landscape#houses#road#trees#spruce trees#winter
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Sitka Spruce Tree House, Queen Charlotte Islands, British Columbia, Canada
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Sitka Spruce Tree House, Queen Charlotte Islands, British Columbia, Canada
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Sitka Spruce Tree House, Queen Charlotte Islands, British Columbia, Canada
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Meghan Trainor's "Wrap Me Up" has me feeling some kinda way
poly!141 x fem!reader
"We'll be home by Christmas Eve," John sighs. It's been a long mission, made even harder being away from you at the holidays.
"Oh, John," your voice catches. You will not let him know you're about to cry. You take a deep breath and put as much love as you can into your reply. "That's the best gift I could ask for."
Half a world away, he smiles at his phone.
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Two weeks later and you receive word from base the boys landed safely, and Johnny textes when they leave so you wouldn't be spooked when they troop through the door. That gives you a 40 minute window to make sure the gift you arranged is wrapped and under the tree.
You'd ordered takeaway from everyone's favorite kebab place. You know they would have preferred home cooking, and if it weren't so close to Christmas, you would have had a whole roast going for them, but you put effort into their gift and want it to be perfect.
You dash to the bathroom, arranging your hair to highlight the big red bow. Your makeup is understated, a barely there, natural glow accentuated with some gold glitter near your eyes.
Finally, you pull on the lingerie set you'd bought just for this. Red and lacy with ribbons holding most of it together. You'd practiced putting it on a few times already, making sure you could secure everything. As you tie the final bow, the one that held your breasts in, you dust more glitter across your collar and cleavage.
You are already wet, and the boys won't be here for another fifteen minutes.
You know how to take care of your boys, and this present was going to be as much for you as for them. You hadn't had a good orgasm the whole time they were gone. Even the toys they'd gifted you, molded from their cocks, weren't enough. Yes, they'd been together and thus not in so much of a dry spell as you, but you also knew quickies on cots and hand-jobs in the field were a far cry from what they wanted. What they craved. What they deserved.
A nice night at home, fucking, cuddling, and reconnecting would make everyone feel better.
You hear gravel crunch in the drive and lay yourself out on the area rug in the living room, white lights twinkling in the spruce behind you and a fire crackling behind the grate. You're grateful the house has a slight entryway with a wall hiding their Christmas surprise from immediate view. As a final touch, you turn on the radio low to some traditional holiday music.
The door opens and you hear bodies shuffle in, thuds as they drop their gear and remove their boots.
"Bonnie!" Johnny calls, tired but you hear the relief in his voice too, "We're home! Where are ye?"
You pitch your voice to carry over the music. "I'm in the living room." You watch their shadows move, and then there's a body in the doorway. It's Simon, his face bare in the safety of your home, searching for you and effectively blocking the others from seeing anything yet. He doesn't think to look at the floor, so you lightly say, "Happy Christmas, Si."
His eyes snap to you, and you watch the change come over him. He goes from weary to energetic in an instant. "Why isn' this a nice present," he says as he stalks to you. Kyle and Johnny follow him in and track his movement, clocking you immediately.
"God, doll," Kyle sighs. "What a sight you are." He too has a spring in his step you're sure was not there a moment ago.
Johnny moves so fast he's on his knees next to you before Simon reaches you. He stretches a hand out to pull the end of the ribbon across your chest, but you smack it away. When he pours, you simply say, "This is a present for everyone. No opening it without John."
"Oi, Cap! Get cher arse in here!" he bellows. Kyle and Simon are fully in the room, kneeling like Johnny, hungry, revenant looks on their faces. They haven't tried untying anything, but their hands twitch. You can tell they'd like nothing better than to pull open the bows and ribbons and lay you bare.
John finally comes in, carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. Until he finally pulls himself into the moment and sees you on the floor. His back straightens, shoulders unfurling. He stands larger in his frame. There is pure want in how he looks at you.
"Welcome home, Captain. Happy Christmas," you say, smile stretching wide. He starts walking as you continue. "You boys have been so good, I thought we could start with presents first this year."
John shoulders his way past the others, taking a space immediately in front of you. The others shuffle around to give him space and access.
"You said our return was the best gift you could ask for. Well, you're the best gift we could ever get." He leans forward and captures your mouth in a searing kiss, one hand on your head and the other going to the bow Johnny tried to undo.
The others take it as permission to finally unwrap their present.
#poly!141#poly!141 x reader#john price#johnny mactavish#simon riley#kyle garrick#cod#tf 141#tf 141 x reader#nerdygirl says
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